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Frankly, I was surprised checking email the next day by a genuine reply. I sent my phone number, and a short while later, the phone rang. A pleasant male voice on the other end asked, “You like cream pies?”

“As long as they are clean and fresh, yes. What do have in mind?”

“My girlfriend says she wants to fuck in front of an older man who will go down on her after I pull out.”

“OK, how do you feel about that? Are you going to be OK with that? Because it sounds like fun to me. I am willing if y'all are. You do understand, I really am an old fat guy?...and what do I call you?”

He said, “You can call me Tony and I'm going to tell her when I pick her up tonight I found someone willing to go along with her fantasy. She's been telling me she is serious.”

By this time, I figured nothing was really going to happen, but ever the optimist I offered, “I tell you what, we meet where ever you want. You like what you see, we decide what to do next. Either of you change your mind, call it off, whatever, just let me know and no hard feelings, OK? Just don't send me on some wild goose chase to BFE knowing you're never going to show.”

Tony said, “I will call either way. Can we come there if she decides to go ahead? Does it matter that we are black? She's really hot!”

“You mean tonight? OK, sure. The house is a little cluttered, but it's clean. Other than that, whatever happens is all up to you guys. The rest doesn't make any difference.” I gave him the address and directions and Tony rang off with a promise to call later.

I expected a quiet evening and I did a little tidying up but did not think the phone would ring again. It was just a little before midnight and I hadn't been asleep for more than a few minutes when the phone rang!

A soft female voice on the other end asked, “Are you Emile? (She gave my name the French pronunciation rather than German, but I was not about to quibble.)

“Yes, are you Evana?

“Yes, Tony tells me you like to eat pussy.”

“He is not wrong.”

'We are not far away. We'd like to use your bedroom and you can watch.”

“You are most welcome to come over and do whatever you like.”

“We'll be there in ten minutes.”

“Fine, I'll answer the door naked. You can walk in or walk away, your choice.”

I was already by the front when I saw the car back up and turn into the drive. They parked next to the truck and the phone rang. Tony said, “We're here.”

I answered, “You got the right place,” and we both hung up.

The inside light came on briefly as they got out of the car and I could see they were a fine looking couple, maybe in their late twenties. She was especially striking, tall, in a long coat and heels. He had on a sport coat and it looked like they had had an evening out. I opened the door as they came onto the porch and stepped back just far enough to give them a full view. Evana strode right in without hesitation, Tony right behind.

“Evana...Emil...Tony...” introductions and handshakes done, I asked, “Would you like me to hang up you coats?”

Evana turned to let me take her coat, and once I had and she turned back...”WOW!”

There wasn't anything under that coat but her! Tony said she was good looking, but he did not convey just how absolutely beautiful she was. Built like a dancer every curve was just perfect. Flawless skin, perky boobs, impeccable ass, infectious smile, haunting eyes. She was just glistening..and I was standing there with her coat, dumbfounded, speechless. Reaching past me, Tony opened what had to be the closet door and said, “I told you she was hot! Are the hangers in here?”

Coats hung up and down the hall to the bedroom. I stood over in the corner while Evana got to her knees. A quick glance my way and she could tell the effect she was having on this old man. I was quietly stroking my cock and, to me, it looked like she approved. Now Tony was ready as well. Well muscled, like he had played ball in college and had stayed active and physical. Evana took his nicely stiffening cock in her hands and gave it a good long look. Apparently approving she put her lips over it and went down as far as she was able. There was little doubt she was not only skilled at sucking cock but that she genuinely took pleasure in giving pleasure. We must have made a hell of a sight! An attractive young black couple engaging in oral sex and a dumpy old white guy jacking off in the corner.

Evana soon had Tony to what she deemed an acceptable level of arousal. Quickly she got on her back on the edge of the bed where Tony could stand and take full advantage. Seeing his cock slide into her glistening wet pussy got me to stroking faster. I was dripping with pre cum by this time.

Oh how energetically they fucked. She was arching to meet him. He was driving hard and deep. Truly, it was nice to watch. By now her legs were up over Tony's shoulders and all of his cock would plunge in her hole. There was no doubt she wanted and welcomed it. They were not very vocal, none of the cheesy porn movie moaning and shrieking. In a hoarse, bare whisper, Evana was just saying, “Yes, yes, yes...” every time Tony hit balls deep. Aside from one or two glances at me over in the corner by Evana early on, they went at it as if I wasn't there. Arching her back, pulling him in, she wanted that cock.

Tony was glistening with exertion as he purposely pounded that eager pussy. From where I stood I could see his balls tighten up and then pulse as he shot his load deep into her. As he pulled out he gave me a nod and it was obvious that it was up to me to do what I said I would.

Down onto my knees I looked and could see Evana looking back at me. I was more focused on her freshly fucked pussy, glistening with mixture of her pussy juices and Tony's cum. I grabbed her by the ass and plunged my tongue as far up her as it could go, then went to it. She responded by grabbing my head and pulling it firmly into her. After a couple of minutes, she pushed my head back and asked. “You really want it? As she pushed out some of Tony's sperm. Without hesitation, I sucked it down and went after her clit with my tongue and worked the fingers of my right hand in and around her hole. My left hand found her nipple, hard and engorged with excitement.

She had one hand on the back of my head pushing me into her and her thighs were starting to squeeze my head. A bit more and she began to spasm and erupt into a fine and glorious orgasm. She jerked about and I kept at it. Finally, slowing down we both slowly separated. I ran my tongue as gently as possible across her clit, she quivered and said, “Stop!” I gave her pussy another kiss, she shuddered and fell back as limp as a dishrag, completely and utterly spent. Somewhere behind me I heard Tony say, “Damn!”

I creaked up to my feet, my face obviously covered by all the combined juices of the evening. Evana lay on the bed, eyes closed, breathing raggedly, with an oddly smug and suggestive smile on her face. I took the opportunity to step into the bathroom and bring out warm washcloths and a couple of towels.

Soon dressed, Tony said, “ You did like you said you would.”

“I had a fine time. She is a beautiful woman. I can't tell you how glad I am y'all came.”

We walked back to the door and as they began to leave, Evana grabbed my hand, squeezed it, as she kissed me gently on the cheek, and whispered, “Thank you.”

I watched them drive off and realized I had a semi hard on that needed attention. As I took that well in hand I wondered if I would see them again.

As it turned out, over the next two years, we met maybe a dozen times more. The phone would ring late evening and Evana would ask if I was free to entertain. On hearing the affirmative, she'd say they were a short time out and on the way. They would arrive, we go to the bedroom where she would suck him hard, he'd fuck her good and I would eat her clean. Neither offered to have me fuck her, in fact, she never touched me except to squeeze my hand and peck me on the cheek good bye. I never knew if they were married, to each other or anyone else. Based on how he carried himself, I suspected Tony was a soldier assigned to Fort Knox, maybe they both were. I wonder about them from time to time and I surely miss the eager beauty that was Evana. All I know is, to my sorrow, the phone calls stopped.