Honey do... 6 Mrs. Morgan

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"Melissa, here is a coupon for the grocer down the block. Before you leave, can you get me a couple of things. Please?"

"Of course, Mrs. Morgan. Do they know you

]at this market? Would they know what these things are if they knew they are for you?"

"Yes, Sweetheart. They do."

"Then, I'll be right back. You get ready. Okay?" Then Melissa disappeared down the stairs and out the front door like a shot.

Mrs. Morgan said to Mr. Honey do... and to Sue, her daughter, "Sue, you go on along now. Tomorrow is Saturday. So, could Melissa have the day off? Do either of  you know what she was talking about? What do you think she meant?"

She said, "You get ready. Okay?"

"I suspect she meant for us to talk about it now before she returned. Do you want her to have the day off tomorrow? I think that sounds good, delicious, actually," He said with a broad grin. Enjoy. We are going to get out of here and go home and wonder what the two of you have planned that needs something from the market?" 

"I'll make sure she gets home."

When the door closed, Mrs. Morgan hurried back into the shower after she shucked her housecoat, weighed herself, and turned the shower off. She got her razor and shaving cream. First, she applied baby oil to her armpits and then a hand full of shaving cream.

She rinsed the razor and then scraped her armpits repeatedly until she was convinced that not a whisker of stubble remained. She stroked her vagina and then applied oil and shaving cream, as before.  

When the softening effect of the olive oil on her swollen labia became slimy, she slid the razor along the stickers of hair that magically ended in a line down the edge of where the left and the right side labia didn't touch.

As Melissa returned from the market, she didn't examine the bag's contents; she simply carried it back. She hesitated at the door and then entered as though she lived there. Emboldened by the request for her help, Melissa left a hint for all three of the others that she wanted to stay for a little longer.

When Melissa found no one but heard the shower, she opened the bathroom door, expecting to see three people.

With a broad smile, she said, "My wish has come true, Mrs. Morgan; here I come, to come."

When Mrs. Morgan opened the shower door, she said, "What took you so long?"

"I hope you didn't start without me. I have something you can only have before I get in there with you, Mrs. Morgan. That means that if you step out here for a few seconds, you will be licking my thighs off. I am slick with come. Do you want to clean me before I join you?" 

Melissa sluiced her fingers through her vagina. She wiped her other hand through and offered it to Mrs. Morgan, who licked and sucked Melissa's fingers clean.  

"My pussy juice is flowing and oozing here."

With that, Melissa scooted her ass onto the vanity counter, leaned back against the mirror, and placed her feet on the edge of the counter. She spread her labia apart and felt Mrs. Morgan's face smash against them and devour her from the edge of her asshole to the tip of her clitoris.

Melissa moaned and said, "That's it, Baby. That's it. Oh, how tender you are, Sweetheart. You do that in such a slow and easy, smooth and loving, extremely tender way. I presumed you had a special talent. While going to the market, I thought about how your special touch and technique must've come from years of eating pussy. Am I right? I am here with you, and I sense that through you, destiny will teach me. You are my  front-line mentor." 

"I hope to learn to make every woman as contented as you have shown me how to be. Do you agree to teach or coach me? I want to become knowledgeable about what makes pussy eating a loving act, as well as sex."

"When we were doing 69 earlier, you were different in eating me than I had ever imagined. I felt that the sweep of your tongue against my asshole and up into what you turned into a wanton cunt was so different than Sue or Mr. Honey do... I had a flood with you and barely a light sprinkling with either of them." 

"Your face against my crotch was the heaven I dreamt of when I imagined losing my virginity. Tonight made my sexual intimacy with you special because of the way you loved me, not the way you ate me."

"I dropped my wallet in the couch when I realized how special your love making is. That, I thought, would be the excuse to return when it looked like the three of us were going to leave together. I wasn't through with you. I have a sense that you and I have a lot more to share and learn about each other."

"Will you coach me? I am excited about pussy. In my years, I have never been this excited about cock."

She couldn't talk anymore because Mrs. Morgan had a hand as deep into Melissa's vagina as it would fit.  

Melissa could feel a hand on one of her breasts, wrenching her nipple at just the right pain level and the fist against her vagina, pushing and pumping. Mrs. Morgan's mouth was on her clitoris, where her tongue was conducting an assault with an affectionate touch.

The night was glorious for Melissa, and the morning came too soon because neither woman had had enough of the other. Their first time together wasn't over because the sun rose that day, but because check-out time came, and they had to leave.  

They had two cars to drive, so Melissa followed Mrs. Morgan to her house, where they both parked in the garage and continued playing. They were starving, so they left the garage and went into the kitchen, touching and feeling each other as new lovers do.  

They managed to remove the eggs, bacon, green Chile, onions, and sharp cheddar. After a lot of feeling, fingering, and smooching, they had an omelet that they slid onto one plate and shared after dropping a dollop of sour cream on top.

Fresh coffee with Bailey's flavored creamer, the omelet, a warm tortilla, and a jelly glass of grapefruit juice were the food they prepared. They didn't touch the coffee because it was too hot when they finished feeding each other.  

Mrs. Morgan, having eaten a small portion, slid off her chair and under the table. She pushed Melissa's legs apart, slipped her tongue up and down Melissa's labia, and flicked her clitoris each time she reached the top. She quickly caused Melissa to ooze again. The climax was small, but it caused them to return to the bedroom and do a 69 again.

Neither was satisfied, and both were doing all they could to come and cause the other to come when the doorbell blared down the hall.

Mrs. Morgan said, "I'm not expecting anyone. Can you go see who is there, Melissa, baby?"

Melissa jumped out of bed and scurried downstairs. She finished covering up with one of Mrs. Morgan's nightgowns as she opened the door.

Standing outside was Mr. Honey do...

"Hi," they said together.

"I came by to make sure Mrs. Morgan made it home but didn't see her car, so I rang the bell. Where is your car, Melissa?"

"In the garage."

"Is Mrs. Morgan okay? We worked on her fairly hard last night. She is, after all, sixty-nine years old with a failing memory. Sue was so hungover she asked me to come check on her mother."

"Come in, Mr. Honey do... You missed a wonderful breakfast. We are upstairs, follow me."

Melissas started up the stairs and pulled the nightgown up over her ass so Mr. Honey do... could see her swollen, reddened labia as she swayed her hips and enticed him all the way to the top.

He looked, too. He wanted to kiss her pussy, but she didn't stop, even after he had inserted a finger in her. She loved that she was able to get a physical reaction from him. She was thinking threesome. Yay!

A naked Mrs. Morgan met them at the bedroom doorway and immediately snagged a finger into Melissa's vagina, shiny with her ooze. She said to Mr. Honey do... "Get those clothes off, and start with those pants. I want that cock out here where it can be adored."

"I am sure you will agree to lay back on the bed, where I will sit on your face while Melissa fucks that marvelous cock. Melissa, look at that cock. We didn't destroy it last night. This cock, which is ready, stabs a cunt, just like Coit Tower above San Francisco stabs the sky. If used that way, it could possibly change your mind regarding a preference for pussy or cock."

The three of them did as she'd described. He was getting fucked by the tight and swollen pussy of his baby sitter, while eating the looser pussy and sucking the long labia of the older woman, again similar to last night. Melissa was fulfilling her fantasy of a threesome, even if not with Sue and Mr. Honey do... Instead, she was elated to be with her boss and Sue's mom.  

As recently as two days ago, he considered Mrs. Morgan to be a wealthy, upper-class, sophisticated woman of class and influence. After last night, he was convinced she was a whore sent from heaven to create pleasure wherever she could. He intended to help her accomplish that.

When Melissa sat on his cock, it was, or at least it seemed to be, tighter than last night. Her vagina was swollen from the multiple fucking, eating, and fingering that she was given by the other three.

Mrs. Morgan was the first to come and the first to change position. She turned around and rode his face reversed and immediately dragged her clitoris against his nose and mouth. She also took Melissa's swaying breasts in her hands and rolled the nipples to the edge of Melissa's pain tolerance.  

As Mr. Honey do... announced his impending ejaculation, Melissa asked Mrs. Morgan, "Where, Darling, do you want his come?"

"Let's catch it in our mouths."

They all separated, but none were prepared for the volume of come. Mr. Honey do... provided. There was enough cock slobber for the two of them to smear it on each other's tits.

Mrs. Morgan told Melissa, "Watch this; if you do this single thing to all your lovers, you will be able to have a cock a day for the rest of your life."

Mr. Honey do... said, "Is this the famous clean-up process?"

"Yes, in fact, I taught it to Sue by accident."

"Sue didn't understand its power, however, and lost her juju somehow with the husband she chose."

"I tried to tell her what a loser he was, but they were in that phase where lovers can't see anything except the pleasures of the new intimacy that lovers enjoy."

"When Sue's dad left, I was so hurt and angry, I went to the local Vic's Secret and purchased an outfit that was revealing in a street whore kind of appearance. I wore the outfit out of the store, leaving my former outfit in the trash of the changing cubicle, symbolically leaving my former self and attitude behind. It turned my life around, the simple act of dropping my 'wife' clothes in a trash barrel." 

"It allowed the life I wanted to live to blossom unfettered by social rules. My labia, when spread, looked like a butterfly's wings, and I simply let her fly as often as I could."

"A woman who walked by as I left did a double take and said under her breath, but I heard her, "I'd like to fuck you."

"I stopped, turned around, and followed her at a safe enough distance that I presumed she wasn't aware of me."

"I followed her down a long hall that ended at the entrances to the public toilets. I followed her again through a doorway I wouldn't have noticed. There, I found myself looking at the woman in a baby changing room."

"She was waiting and stopped me with the door still partially open. She said, "I think you should tell me why you are following me."

"Pussy is why. I heard what you said back there when I left Vic's Secret. I want you to do between us whatever you imagine is possible and desirable to you.  

You said, "I'd like to fuck you," all I ask is where? Here now, or would you feel comfortable at my house where we will have a couple of days alone? I have a wanton desire to fuck you, too."

"I know that's why I didn't remarry after Sue's father left us to live across town. That anonymous female fuck-fest for two days gave me the strength and self-confidence I had been missing."

Mr. Honey do... decided that this was a great opportunity to treat her as a whore,  

"How much do you want? As a street whore, you might get one hundred dollars for a night."

"Four hundred dollars."

"How much for two days, and I call the shots?"

"Total for the two days if I can keep up with you, twenty-five dollars, including taxes."

"Is that a firm, all options included, price?"

"Yes, total access to my body. I have a lot to teach you, Mr. Honey do... the price will be twenty-five dollars and twenty-five cents. The twenty-five dollars is how much a flop would cost, and the twenty-five cents is because I always wanted to be a two-bit whore."

"Well, how about Melissa here? What do we do with her? I think her tight young pussy needs to become a loose well fucked cunt. What do you think?"

"I think you are looking at her pussy as a receptacle for your cock, and I am thinking of her as a delicate morsel to be taught the ways of satisfying those she can and avoiding those that won't treat her as a wonder, instead of a come dump."

"Got that, but what will we do with her?"

"Well, young man, we will clean, mess her up, eat, suck, and fuck her every day in as many ways that two people can figure out. She will know the necessary skills to get picked up and make a lot of money as a common street-whore when we are satiated."

"She wants to learn as much from me as she can and is willing to meet me for training as frequently as she can leave her day job. She wants to lean herself away from the kids because she knows they are going to have a daily school schedule soon. When they do, she is going to find a way to earn money while they are at school."

"I am on board with that," Mr. Honey do... replied.

"Melissa, you heard our discussion. What do you say to our assumptions about what you would want from the two of us regularly meeting with you for your training to become a street-whore?"

"Even though my father and mother would disapprove, I approve one hundred percent. Teach me, I want to be like you, Mrs. Morgan."

"Well, Mr. Honey do... Is this project within your skill set? Is Honey do this... honey do that... capable of repairs to this young cunt?"

"So you'll know, to learn to be a street-whore, you need practice on getting cocks hard since many older men who have street-whore sex have begun to suffer erectile dysfunction (ED) and need reassurances. If you can get a cock hard on some guy afflicted with ED, you can make a pretty decent living at the risk of a rap sheet working on the street.

While this was going on, the cock in the room had gotten hard and was pointing at the two women's faces and pulsing to his accelerating heartbeat.  

"Someone, one of you, get my cock in your mouth. We can talk about this until I come. We can get started and talk while you suck off some of the minor details and maybe accomplish some of them while you pretend I am your Daddy or maybe your brother for all I care."

"Well, Mr. Honey do... I plan on you coming in my mouth with only my mouth as stimulation. I have been successful many times before when I had two cocks to handle and one to suck."

"Watch what I do, Melissa. When I am done, it will be your turn to demonstrate the same process."

Smoothly the seven-inch cock disappeared in Mrs. Morgan's mouth. She didn't move. As soon as he had entered her mouth, he emptied his barrel. He wasn't in her mouth twenty-five seconds before he had finished spraying come down her throat.  

Knowing the expectations in her mind would have to beat Sue's time, Mr. Honey do... whispered in her ear, "Don't compete. If I get hard, you will be accepted. If I come, you will put everyone in their place. Of course, I hope to hold out for a longer record, so I think it will be difficult to cause me to come, but I hope you do."

Melissa had lots of self-confidence after fucking Mrs. Morgan, so she didn't feel pressured to win anything. She didn't know where to put her tongue, nor did he. Together, they decided to practice dancing. Her tongue led them in a waltz.  

Quite quickly, he developed a rhythm that stimulated his testicles, and then she gripped them tightly enough that one of them began to ache. She kept after him, and not only did he get hard, but he started oozing before he was completely erect.

At the three-minute mark, he blasted so surprisingly that somehow, she had come running out of her nose. It was only a few seconds later that she began to smile because she could feel him growing again. Four erections in less than an hour, and it felt like at least one more for the taking.  

Melissa knew she'd stunned everyone. But when she didn't stop, they all turned the cameras back on and recorded the next episode. The camera crew asked for a chance to play, but Mrs. Morgan said, "You can play, but the fuck is expensive."

"We haven't and never will give it away."

"Unless you are an extra on the set, you will pay for any pussy you share or get while we are taping."

"Mr. Honey do... will eat all of us. Then, while he builds a blow job booth facing the front porch, we will all play with the oral slime from and on each other."

"It was about three months later that Melissa called Mr. Honey do... to tell him that Mrs. Morgan passed away that morning, and in her personal files, they found letters handwritten to him.