If you read my fantasy (Part 1), you know that Yvonne was teaching me, an inexperienced twenty-three-year-old young man, how to eat pussy. And you also know that Yvonne was forty-five.Apparently, I’m a quick learner, and within weeks, I was doing everything Yvonne asked for. According to her, my technique was excellent. And because of my age, my stamina was sometimes more than she could handle. Sometimes she begged me to stop; pulling me by the hair away from her pussy.One thing that’s apparently different, at least according to Yvonne, is that boys my age, in addition to stamina, think there is a limited amount of pussy in the world, and if they don’t get it now, it’ll be gone.The other thing is our cocks. Yvonne told me that her last husband was forty, and his cock stood straight out, parallel to the floor when he was hard. Mine stood straight up, almost touching my belly button. When I stood up after eating her, Yvonne would say, “There’s stiff cocks and then there’s young stiff cocks,” then she’d shake her head in awe.You know I was a virgin when we met, and the way Yvonne fucked me, I just couldn’t get enough. She had me hooked after that first blowjob. The first one I’d ever had.Here was a typical Friday night. I’d come to her apartment overlooking Lake Michigan. “Kevin, it’s been a long week. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.” She always wore something that would cause the bulge in my pants to start to move. To be fair, at my age it didn’t take much. Usually, it was something shear or so low cut that her tits were almost fully exposed. Tonight, it was a dressing gown, and right away I could tell, she wasn’t wearing any panties.“Yvonne, I’ve missed you, too. I’ve been counting the days and hours.”“What were you looking forward to?”“I haven’t been able to sleep just thinking of eating your pussy.”“Well, come this way, young man.” She led me to the couch which sat in front of the picture window overlooking the lake. It was her favorite place to sit, while I was on my knees. She’d already poured me a glass of wine.Yvonne sat down, spread her legs. “Kevin, is this what you’ve been dreaming about all week?”“I think your pussy gets more beautiful every week.” I’d taken off my blazer but otherwise was fully dressed.“Kevin, you’re making me wet already. You like looking at my pussy, don’t you?” She spread her lips for me.“Like I said, you’re so beautiful, but you know I want to more than look at it.” I dove in, and began to lick it. Slowly at first. Just savoring her taste; her fragrance.“Hmmm, hmmm, that’s my good boy. I’ve been waiting all week for your tongue. Kevin, do you know at night I let my fingers play with my pussy, thinking of your tongue, but the real thing is so much better.”After her first orgasm, she insisted that I get undressed. Like she said, my cock was pointing at the ceiling and was as taut as a violin string. “Kevin, one more time, do me once https://escortium.org more.”Dutifully, I got back on my knees. It took longer the second time for Yvonne to cum, then she dragged me to bed. We’d already done the foreplay thing. “C’mon Kevin, fuck my pussy. My pussy needs your cock.” Her pussy was definitely ready, and my cock easily slipped in.For the next hour, we fucked the shit out of each other. I have to admit that Yvonne fucked the shit out of me, more than I fucked the shit out of her. That woman just couldn’t get enough of my cock. I think it had something to do with the way I ate her. We were both drenched in sweat and exhausted when I finally came.Something strange happened one Friday night while she was on the couch and I was on my knees. The phone rang. She picked it up, and then immediately hung up. They called right back, and then again. “Kevin, this might be important. Just lick me for a while. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”Later she told me that she didn’t want to have an orgasm while she was on the phone. “Kevin, you know how loud I get; besides, you satisfy me just running your tongue up and down my slit. I know you like it, too.”It was her old, and dearest friend, MaryAlice Matthews on the phone. They’d gone to grade school together. Yvonne was her Maid of Honor, but within a year after getting married, her husband, Joe, was killed in a car accident. That was twenty years ago.They hadn’t talked in about a year, but the last time they talked she confessed that her husband was the last man she’d had sex with. Twenty years!I could hear her talking, although my concentration was on Yvonne’s sweet pussy. She sounded a mess. She was complaining about no men in her life, and that she’d never get laid. She went on and on, and Yvonne listened because that’s what good friends do. Occasionally, she’d rub my head, hold her hand over the phone, and moan softly.It wasn’t that MaryAlice didn’t try to date, it was just that she compared every man to her late husband, who was, according to Yvonne, a good guy, but over twenty years, at least in MaryAlice’s mind, he had achieved sainthood. No guy could compare, and that was long before the dating got to the sex stage.After they hung up, I started on her clitoris. Her orgasm was as intense and loud as ever. Then Yvonne took me to bed, and although I knew that her pussy badly needed my cock, it always did after I ate her, she gave me a blowjob. Not just any blowjob; she sucked and sucked, and sucked some more. Every time she came up for air, she’d say something like, “Kevin, I can never make up for what your tongue does to me, but I’ll try. I’ve never sucked a cock so good. I want to suck it all night.” Or, “Kevin, sucking your cock makes me cum. Thank you for letting me suck it.” In fact, she spent hours sucking my cock, and seemed to enjoy every minute of it. Me, too.Lying next to me in bed, Yvonne said, “Kevin, I love being with you, and I want us to continue to see each other, but I need a favor. A big favor.”She explained about MaryAlice. “So, you want me to fuck your best friend?”“Yes, she needs it, but Kevin, not just fuck. I’d want you to eat her, too, and when she was first married, I remember how she’d brag about giving Joe blowjobs. She said it was the greatest thing ever. You might get lucky there, and if you’re not, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Her hand went to my cock which hadn’t recovered yet from her previous mouth work.“Like you just did?”“Oh yeah, but I need to convince MaryAlice. She needs to understand that she doesn’t need to compare you to her husband. She just needed to get fucked.”The following Friday Yvonne met MaryAlice for a drink at a bar just around the corner from her apartment. I was waiting upstairs and Yvonne was already packed for a weekend at Lake Geneva. If MaryAlice agreed to see me, Yvonne would give her a key, and Yvonne would be on her way to the lake. If she declined, Yvonne would come upstairs and I’d get to eat her pussy. I think the kids today call it a win-win.Later Yvonne told me what happened. “After MaryAlice rambled on and on about bad dates and no dates, I told her all about you. And when I say all, Kevin, I mean ALL. I took her by the shoulders, “Listen to me, Kevin has agreed to fuck you this weekend. The whole weekend. I won’t be back until Sunday afternoon. There’s no comparing him to Joe. This is just about getting fucked.”“Yvonne, I don’t need you to fix me up with dates?”“MaryAlice, this isn’t a date. It’s just an opportunity for you to get laid.”“How do you know he’ll like me?”“MaryAlice, Kevin is twenty-three. If you have tits and a pussy, and are willing, he’ll like you.”“Do you think I look alright? Am I dressed okay?”“Damn it, MaryAlice. Ten minutes after you meet Kevin, I hope you won’t have any clothes on. And ten minutes after that I hope he has his tongue or his dick in your pussy.” I gave her a key. “I’m leaving, I’ll call you when I get home, or if things go well between you and Kevin, I’ll knock on my bedroom door.” Then I left. It was up to her.When I heard the key in the door, I went to the foyer. I’d never met MaryAlice, but there she was standing in front of me. Short, attractive, blonde. A bit broad in the beam, if you know what I mean. After saying ‘hello,’ she said, “I suppose Yvonne told you why I’m here. I’m a little nervous.” She was also blushing.“She did tell me. She also said you drink Merlot. I just opened a bottle that she told me was your favorite.”“How thoughtful.”I handed her a glass, “The view out the window over Lake Michigan at sunset is spectacular.”“I know, I’ve been here before.” She put her glass down, “Kevin, I’m sure Yvonne told you it’s been years. Take it easy on me.” I put my arms around her neck, and we kissed. It didn’t take long for our tongues to start.“I’ll go as slow as you want.” Then I unhooked the top of her dress in the back. She didn’t stop me, but hesitated. I kept going; unzipping her dress. The only thing that was holding it up was our embrace.I stepped back a little, and there she was in a plain white bra, a slip, and pantyhose. The fact that her underwear wasn’t sexy, didn’t bother me. My cock was already rising. Our tongues were back at it and she slipped off her heels. She was even shorter than I thought.My hands went to her back and I started to undo her bra. “I’ll do it.” To be fair, except for that one girl in college, Yvonne, and the girls in Playboy, I didn’t have any experience with tits. All I knew is that enjoyed playing with Yvonne’s.MaryAlice’s were barely worthy of the name. They were small bumps on her chest, topped with lovely pink nipples. Those nipples seemed oversized comparatively.Given what Yvonne told me, I thought I’d have to lead the way. MaryAlice surprised me, “Kevin, I think it’s time for you to take me to bed, but go slow, please.”In Yvonne’s bedroom, she quickly took off her slip, pantyhose, and panties, and got under the covers. I was still fully dressed, but as soon as I was naked, and under the covers, I went straight to those titties. Of course, I wasn’t going to say anything about how small they were.Although Yvonne had told her EVERYTHING that I’d done to her, MaryAlice still seemed surprised and a little shocked when I left her tits, and started kissing her stomach, and then even farther down.She was indeed a natural blonde, and her pussy was covered by thin wisps of light brown hair. As I moved down, the blankets came off, and she was lying there completely naked. I think she was a little self-conscious. “MaryAlice, you’re beautiful. I hope you’re going to let me enjoy you.”I started to kiss my way through her pubic hair. “MaryAlice, your pussy is lovely. I’m sure you taste as good as you look.” And then I started.For the next hour, I was in Heaven. Her pussy tasted sweet. Of course, I had little to compare; just Yvonne’s. If all pussy tasted like hers and MaryAlice’s, I was going to eat a lot of pussy in the coming years. She had asked him to take it slow, but once I started, “Oh God, Kevin, your tongue feels so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”I have no idea how many orgasms she had, but they may have been the first she’d had in twenty years. I wanted to make them memorable. I did everything Yvonne had taught me.An hour later, she said, “Kevin, please come up here and fuck me. Fuck me, please.” I didn’t want to stop; that’s how good MaryAlice tasted, but my cock was ready to explode. I easily slide inside her pussy. I was sure my tongue had made it wetter than wet. “Kevin, take it slow. It’s been ages.” That didn’t work when I was eating her.I slowly pushed in, and then I did something Yvonne had taught me. I just stopped moving. I wanted her to take the lead. “C’mon, MaryAlice, fuck me nice and slow. Fuck me like you want to be fucked.”