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good for me. I'm tired of Tomas. He's a good lover, but . . ."

"I know, I know. Now that you've had a taste, you'd like to see what else might be on the menu, wouldn't you?"

"Well . . ." Her daughter mentioned taste. Did she know about the blowjobs she'd given Tomas and now Charles. Of course, she did. There'd been that telltale dried white stuff in the corner of her mouth and on her chin.

Oh my, did she know that they both had tasted her. She'd be mortified, if Jamila knew.

"Let me see what I can find out. When I walk the beach, I always run into interesting men. You probably do, too." Jamila recalled that when she was walking the beach with Didier and happen to run into her mother, that Xara couldn't keep her eyes off Didier's cock. Jamila noticed even though her mother was wearing sunglasses. At the time, she thought to herself, ‘my mother likes big cocks. Then again, who doesn't?'

"Yes, but I don't want to jump in bed with them."

"Isn't that what you did with Tomas?"

"Yes, but he came highly recommended by you. That's different."

Friday couldn't come soon enough. Xara no longer thought about fucking Charles in Mar-Lynn's bed. All she thought about was his cock and his tongue. Besides, she clearly had Mar-Lynn's permission.

It was a short walk down the beach to their house. She'd come a long way since arriving from her home in the Middle East. Today, she was wearing a halter which tied at her midriff. It showed off a lot of cleavage. She was bra-less.

Her skirt was borrowed from Jamila. Tomas and Charles told her that when she was wide open, she had a lovely purple pussy. She wore purple bikini panties. She wasn't sure if the color matched. Purple was purple.

On the way, Xara thought about how the morning might go. As soon as Charles closed the door behind her, he took her in his arms. "Xara, I couldn't sleep all night, thinking about your beautiful tits." His hands were all over them.

He led her to the bedroom. "Charles, did I hear right? You're having dinner with Mar-Lynn tonight, and she wants you to tell her how tasty I am. I think you need to refresh your memory," she giggled.

"Xara, your pussy's been on my mind since the hotel."

"I thought you said my titties were," she smiled as she took off the halter.

He pushed her back on the bed, with her legs dangling over the sides. He reached under her skirt, and started pulling off those purple panties. "Let me help you," Xara laughed. Those panties ended up on the floor.

When they were off, Charles was on the floor, on his knees. Xara removed her skirt. "Charles, I know how much you like looking at my pussy." She spread her legs and used her fingers to open her lips. "Tell me I'm beautiful, Charles, please."

"Oh Xara, you are." Charles kissed her thighs, her thick, black bush and then her labia. Just kisses.

"Say it Charles, please."

It was hard to say it now because his tongue was licking her slit, but he tried, "Xara, you have the most beautiful and tastiest pussy."

"Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, thank you Charles. Eat me, be good to me, be good to my pussy." She held his head in her hands as he ate.

As she knew from before, Charles was a very talented pussy eater. He knew how to use his tongue on her clitoris, her slit and her pussy hole. After each orgasm, and there was more than one, more than two, perhaps, three, there was nothing more delectable than the juices in her pussy hole. "My God, Xara, you are sweeter than the other day. I could eat you all morning."

"Yes, yes, yes, keep eating me. Does eating my pussy make your cock hard?"

"I don't think it's ever been this hard. Not even the last time we were together," again he mumbled as his face was in her lush bush, inhaling her fragrance.

Xara laughed, "Charles, are you saying that the blowjob I gave you didn't make your cock hard?"

"No, no, no, you were marvelous."

"Charles, I think I need to remind you how good I can be to your cock. Come up here and fuck me." Xara scooted to the middle of the bed.

He started to get on top of her. "Charles what I really meant was, come up here and let me fuck you."

After Charles' tongue work, Xara's pussy welcomed his cock. Although it is fair to say that he did stretch her pussy. Like before, it didn't take long before nerve endings in her vagina were on fire.

This time, she consciously used her skillful belly dancing talent as she writhed underneath him. "Come on, Charles, fuck me with that big cock. Give it to me. "

The fact was that Charles was just holding on as Xara's ass and hips moved. Like her daughter, the music was in her head. Charles, who before Mar-Lynn, fucked a lot of women; women who were enchanted by his big cock, had never been fucked like the way Xara was fucking him now.

He prided himself on his ability to last and last, even at his age. Oh, he lasted a long time, but he quit because Xara exhausted him. He hadn't even cum yet.

Charles rolled off her, and Xara knew right away what happened, her mouth was on his cock in seconds. "You didn't think I was going to miss out on your magnificent cock. "Charles, my mouth has been hungry for it since it left my mouth last time." Then Xara began to suck and didn't quit until Charles spurted in her mouth.

"Charles, you never cease to amaze me. You make my pussy tingle and you taste delicious. I should get ready to leave; Mar-Lynn will be home soon." She kissed him on the cheek, gathered her clothes and dressed in the bathroom. This time she checked to make sure there were no signs of her dalliance.

For Charles, it was one of the best mornings of his life, but he was exhausted.

He fell asleep and slept until Mar-Lynn woke him up. "You have just enough time for a shower before we're due at the Surfsider."

Xara walked home along the beach, splashing in the ankle-deep surf. She barely felt the warm water; she was walking on air. There'd never been a morning like this one. Could a girl ask for more?

As soon as she walked in the door at home, "Well, well, Mother, are you going to tell me who your lover is?"

"How do you know I have a lover? Maybe I took a long walk on the beach."

"Mother, your face looks like mine after I spend a night with Didier. It's bright red. At least this time you didn't leave any . . . ummm, shall I call it, physical evidence."

Xara blushed as if her face wasn't red enough from her recent exertions.

The forty-year-old Xara admitted to herself that she just couldn't get enough of Charles' cock and tongue. Three or four times a week she insisted that he find time to be with her. Mar-Lynn helped out with the logistics. She was pleased that Charles was leaving her alone.

"Charles, does she give a good blowjob?" Mar-Lynn asked one day.

"From what I understand, she's relatively new at it, and can't take all of it like you, but she doesn't lack enthusiasm, and doesn't quit until I reward her. She says I taste like cream."

"I'm so glad to hear that; now I don't have to. Can you keep up with a woman her age?"

He had to admit that it was becoming like work; "Mar-Lynn, once I cum, she's ready for another round. I just can't. You know that."

"You need to get more energy. I don't even want round one anymore."

One night at the Surfsider, Mar-Lynn and Charles ran into their neighbors, Deric and Kathy Hairston from Chicago, USA. "Join us for dinner." Deric and Kathy were brother and sister, twins actually, who'd moved to the island three years ago after their parents died, leaving them a fortune. They shared a two-bedroom condo right on the beach. Mar-Lynn and Charles lived right next door. They were twenty-five-years old.

"That would be great," Kathy said. "By the way, what was going on at your place this morning? It sounded like a couple of honeymooners," she laughed.

"Or a dog in heat," Deric smiled.

"Not me," Mar-Lynn held up her hands. "I'm too old for all that rolling around in bed stuff."

"Charles?"

"Mar-Lynn has been kind enough to allow me to have a girlfriend, but I think I'm too old, too."

"Who was she? What did she do to you? Deric is always looking for a good time."

"Deric, she'd be a good, what do you Yanks call it, a good roll in the hay? We call it a shagging. Anyhow, I think she's much too old for you. In fact, she has a daughter your age."

Kathy spoke up, "I know my brother, age doesn't matter to him. Does she have boobies? Does she have what Mar-Lynn and I have between her legs? If the answer is yes to those questions, my brother is interested," she laughed.

"Speaking of between our legs, Charles, you never told me how tasty Xara was."

"Oh Charles, tell us," Kathy giggled.

"Now, now, I'm a gentleman. Kathy, if you and I were to have an affair, you wouldn't expect me to shout the details from the roof tops, would you? But I will say this, the lobster dipped in butter here at the Surfsider is fabulous, but not nearly as fabulous as what I had for breakfast," he smiled.

On the way home, walking along the beach, Mar-Lynn walked with Kathy, while Charles and Deric walked ahead of them. "Charles, was that woman you were with this morning that good?"

"Better."

"If you can't . . ."

"Deric, at my age, I just can't. She wears me out. I have to tell her enough, and I think she'd still be shagging me. If you're suggesting that I introduce you, I should tell you, I'd guess her age as forty."

"Like my sister said, does she have . . ."

‘Why don't you join Mar-Lynn and I walking the beach in the morning? We frequently run into her."

"One more question, Charles. "Do you think she'd have any interest in a black guy from Chicago?"

"Her name is Xara. I think she's from the Middle East somewhere. Anyhow, remember what your sister said about tits and pussy? If someone has them, you'd be interested, right? Well, I'm quite sure that if you have a cock, Xara's interested."

Two days later, Mar-Lynn, Charles and Deric were walking the beach, naked as always. Deric did indeed have a cock; a cock that rivaled Charles.' When they ran into Xara, her eyes behind her sunglasses, took in a feast: Charles and Deric.

They stopped to chat. "Xara, Charles told me that you were, as always, marvelous, and took good care of him. By the way, this is our friend and neighbor, Deric."

"Hello. Nice to meet you. Charles, you were as always magnificent. I go home with stars in my eyes. Mar-Lynn, I'm so happy you approve of me seeing Charles. Not just seeing him, but you know what I mean."

"My dear," Charles spoke up, "no one could ask for anyone better than you. My God, the things you do to me, but Xara, I'm beginning to realize that at my age, I just can't anymore. Once or twice a year, on my birthday or Christmas, but all the time, no, I just can't."

Mar-Lynn interrupted, "Xara, if you're looking for a young man to take care of your needs, look no farther than Deric here. He appears to have everything a girl could want." It was no accident that she took off her sunglasses and looked down at Deric's big cock hanging there."

"Well Deric, it appears that Mar-Lynn and Charles are trying to play matchmaker."

"I think so, how about lunch at the Beachcomber this afternoon?"

"That's a good way for us to get to know each other. And Deric, I promise to be dressed more appropriately," she laughed, but her intent was to have Deric look her over: her spectacular tits, and the hidden treasure hidden by that massive tuff of pubic hair.

Mar-Lynn laughed, "Deric, Xara, I don't think it's going to be at the Beachcomber that you two are going to get to know each other."

Mar-Lynn was right. After lunch, Xara invited Deric back to the house she shared with her daughter Jamila, who at this very moment was on the deserted island a mile off-shore with Louis Arsenault. They had the island all to themselves and Louis' tongue was pleasing Jamila's bare pussy.

For Jamila, the island was the most romantic setting she could think of. They splashed in the surf naked, let the sun dry them off and then Louis made love to her pussy with his tongue. "You taste salty," he laughed. When Jamila just couldn't take one more orgasm, she insisted Louis get on his back and she got on her knees. "Funny thing, Louis, you taste salty, too."

Ever since that bastard Henri took her virginity in Ibiza, Jamila prided herself on her ability as a cocksucker. Louis wasn't disappointed, but didn't finish in her mouth. Her rolled Jamila on her back and they fucked.

Louis had been pressuring her for a monogamous relationship, promising to take care of her romantically and financially, not knowing that when her husband, the Crown Prince died, she was left with millions and millions of dollars, which were safely in a Swiss bank.

As good as Louis Arsenault was to her romantically, she could not let go of Jacques Lazard and his magic tongue. Nor could she forgo Didier DuBois. The things he did with that big cock never got old and when she made love to it with her mouth, lips and tongue, she was in fact in love. Not with Didier but with that majestic cock.

When Xara and Deric arrived at Jamila's house, "Deric, you've already seen me naked on the beach and I saw the way you looked at my breasts. This afternoon, they're all yours." She started to take off her blouse and bra. Her skirt and purple panties soon followed.

"Deric, don't just stand there, staring. Join me."

"Xara, they're gorgeous."

"Oh Deric, you saw all of me on the beach."

"I know, I know, but you have to admit this is different. Damn, they're beautiful." He said as he came to her arms. Actually, Deric was behind her with his hands on both her tits. "Not only do they look beautiful, Xara, but I've never felt such amazing titties."

Deric's hands softly squeezed them and his fingers played with both nipples. He was kissing her neck.

"Thank you, Deric. How nice of you to say. Now, do I feel something hard against my ass?"

"You do."

"Is that from playing with my titties?" She was thrilled. It was one thing for her tits to excite old men like Tomas and Charles, it was quite another to excite a twenty-five-year-old like Deric.

"It is."

"Do you have something in mind to do with that?"

"I'm pretty sure you invited me here to fuck you."

"Deric, I can feel your cock, but it's not nearly hard enough to satisfy my pussy. Here lay back on the bed."

Deric was confused, but only for a moment. His cock was pointing at the ceiling. Xara's gorgeous tits had made it that hard. While Deric, sat on the edge of the bed Xara got on her knees.

For a minute she tongued his cock head, then slipped her lips over it and down his shaft. Of course, she couldn't take all of it, but practicing on Charlie's cock had increased her skill. Although, Tomas, wasn't nearly as big, she'd spent a lot of time with his cock in her mouth, too.

Deric had worried that she might reject him because he was black. He need not have worried. In her Middle Eastern country, Xara met numerous Muslims from African counties, although not in the present context. No one blinked an eye.

Now, her lips were sliding up and down his cock. When she briefly took it out, she noticed that his black shaft seemed to glisten from her saliva. "Deric, I think it's getting harder. It won't be too long before it's ready for my pussy," she laughed.

He joined her, "you're right, Xara, I'm sure it's not hard enough yet for a woman like you."

Back in her mouth, Deric's cock went.

Deric looked down at Xara and smiled. His cock didn't feel or look any harder. He had to admit, she sure seems like she knows what she's doing. Speaking of looking: most of the time, Deric could only see less than half his cock. The rest was in Xara's mouth.

He had no idea that there'd only been Tomas and Charlie. He had no idea that six months ago, she had a virgin mouth.

As Xara sucked, she couldn't help but think about the difference between Deric's young, hard cock and Charlie's. Deric's seemed longer and fatter. Charlie's sixty-five-year-old cock certainly seemed hard when he was fucking her and when she was blowing him, but not nearly as hard as Deric's twenty-five-year-old cock. ‘Damn, that's one big, hard, cock,' she thought.

Xara got off her knees, "now, I think it's ready to fuck me," she giggled and got on her back.

Deric didn't waste any time, he got on top of her and his cock was probing her pussy hole. Xara guided it in. "Xara, my cock was hard enough when I was feeling your titties, you just wanted to suck my cock, didn't you?"

Xara laughed, "I've never had one so young, Deric. I wanted to know what a young cock like yours was like. Just so you know, you're marvelous and it's beautiful. I'm going to want to suck it again, but right now, I need you to fuck me."

After the way Deric did her tits and sucking his cock, Xara's pussy was lubricated enough to take that big piece of meat. Yes, it felt much bigger than Charlie's, as she put her legs on his back. ‘Come on, Deric, fuck me. Fuck me good. I've been looking forward to your cock ever since I first saw it."

This was new to Deric. Not that he was a virgin. Since he was eighteen high school and college girls had been fascinated by the size of his cock. They all wanted it, until it started to penetrate their pussy. Almost universally, they complained that it hurt too much.

Some told him, "Deric, I'm sorry, but let me satisfy you with my mouth." Most couldn't suck properly either. They ended up with his cockhead in their mouth and then used their hands to jerk him off.

Not Xara. Of course, she wasn't a high school or college girl; she was forty-year-old woman who Deric thought must have all kinds of experience. Didn't the way she suck prove that. He didn't know and didn't need to know.

Now Xara easily took his cock and demanded more. Each of his thrusts was met with an "oh." "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH," she cried.

Each of the corresponding thrust of her hips and ass was met with a grunt from Deric. "Aaaaah, aaaaah, aaaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaah," he grunted.

As much as this was new to Deric, it was just as new to Xara. It wasn't the size of his cock; Charles' was almost as big. It was the age difference. Young Deric never ran out of energy; never quit; never even slowed down as he pounded Xara's pussy.

"YES, OH YES, OH YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, DERIC KEEP FUCKING ME JUST LIKE THAT. YOUR COCK IS SO GOOD. OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH."

They rolled around on the bed. Xara could not have had a bigger smile on her face as Deric kept going and going and going. "You have the most amazing cock. My pussy loves it. OH, OH, OH, OH, OH ,OH, OH, OH, OH. KEEP GIVING IT TO ME."

Deric did, but even twenty-five-year-olds cum eventually. Her "oh's" became louder and more rapid; as did his grunts.

There were almost tears in Xara's eyes; tears of joy as Deric spurted deep inside her. She thought that Tomas was the greatest lover; especially when he ate her. Then there was Charles with his big cock. Now, not only did Deric have a big cock, but he could fuck and fuck and fuck.

Then to her surprise and complete happiness, "Xara, I've never, ever been fucked like that. If you give me, maybe an hour, I'll be ready for more."

Deric wasn't lying; just about an hour later, he started playing with her nipples and guided her hand to his cock. It was still dead. "Deric, were you kidding when you said you'd be ready for more in an hour?"

"With a little encouragement, it shouldn't take too long."

"Encouragement? Deric, it's okay, if you say, "Xara, I'd like a blowjob." Although her English was good, Xara didn't differentiate between cock sucking as foreplay and a blowjob.

"Okay, Xara, I'd love you to suck my cock."

"That's better." She started to go down on him. "Deric, you did mean, you're big, beautiful cock which gave me so much pleasure," she smiled as she kissed his stomach.

Deric was right again. It didn't take long before Xara was sucking on his long, thick cock. "It looks like you're ready to fuck me now," Xara smiled up it him.

Sucking Deric's cock made her pussy ready. She got on her back. "I liked it when you rammed your big cock in me hard and fast."

It was like that for the next three days. Deric and Xara fucked; rested; she'd use her mouth to encourage him to get hard and then they'd fuck again.

There were no blowjobs as we understand the term and there was no pussy eating.

Xara didn't say anything to Deric, but actions often speak louder than words. She was trying to make up for all the years she missed while married to the King. Deric called her cock hungry; yes, she was. Her pussy was hungry for cock all the time. When his cock wasn't in her pussy, her mouth was hungry for his cock. He was twenty-five; his cock seemed always ready.

Jamila was just coming home when Deric was leaving. "Mother," she said after he left, "he's just a child. What are you doing?"

"Jamila, he's twenty-five and he's marvelous. Best of all, he's like your friend Didier. I never thought they made them that big."

Xara's face was aglow and her smile could not have been any bigger. "I'm taking a long, hot bath. I'm so sore." The smile hadn't left her face. Nor was she embarrassed that her daughter knew what she'd been doing.

Jamila didn't need a bath; but she could use a shower. She'd spent the last two nights with Jacques Lazard; the man in his late fifties with a lizard like tongue, who only asked that she allow him to eat her pussy. As always, Jacques tongue was fabulous and knew exactly how to excite her clitoris.

In the shower as she washed her breasts, she thought of her mother. She was happy for her.

TO BE CONTINUED

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