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"Hung-arians."

""They are all so big. It was like in a boulanger," she smiled and held her hands apart like she was measuring a long baguette.

We boarded the train for Budapest. Thank you, Beatrice, wherever you are. We spent the rest of the summer in Budapest. There was no reason to go anywhere else.

We called them Gabor White and Gabor Black. Gabor White was a blonde; Bertie latched on to him right away. Gabor Black wasn't black at all, but he did have dark brown hair. To our utter joy, they were both ‘Hung-arians.'

I became more familiar with Gabor Black's cock than any I'd ever had. Here it is a year later, and I swear there are microscopic droplets of his DNA still in my throat. I'm smiling as I write that.

As for Bertie, she's never satisfied. A year later, "Holly, just thinking about Gabor White makes my pussy sore."

It would not have been Bertie and I if we didn't share. One day, when the four of us got back to our hotel, I took Gabor White by the hand and led him to my bedroom in our suite, while Bertie grabbed Gabor Black.

When we left the States, I bought a dozen condoms. After Stockholm. Oslo and Paris, I still had a dozen left. You already know what kind of girl I am; you shouldn't be surprised. Not after Gabor White. Bertie had praised his skill as a lover. She'd gone on and on. I just had to give him a try.

One thing about my dear friend, Bertie, she's not a liar. I'd have to reconsider my vocation as a cocksucker. He fucked me twice that night. Perhaps, it's better to say that we fucked twice that night. It was marvelous. Gabor wasn't just hung; he knew how to use what Bertie called "his big thing."

Just as Bertie and I talked, so did the Gabors. In the morning, Gabor White indicated that Black told him what a great blowjob I gave. After the way he fucked me, it was the least I could do. Not that Gabor Black wasn't, but White was so much fun, I spent the next two days on my knees.

Then I was back with Black and Bertie was doing White, again. Every other week or so for the rest of our European trip, we switched off for a few days. The guys didn't seem to mind.

It was a tearful good-bye to Budapest and Europe.

Back home, I made an appointment with my OB/GYN. Gabor White was such a great fuck, I definitely wanted to try fucking more often.

Boston is such a great city for college kids; so many colleges and universities. Bertie and I fucked our way through that second year. Rarely doing guys from the same school twice; not that we tracked it. We did, however, track the good and bad fucks; the best cocks for sucking, although to be fair, Bertie didn't enjoy blowjobs like I did. She'd suck a guy off, if they spent more than one weekend together. I know she blew Gabor White back in Budapest, "but Holly, only because my pussy was so sore."

Early in the Spring we were deciding on what we'd do for the summer. It took only moments to decide: "BUDAPEST," we screamed in unison.

First, I'd stop in Stockholm. Before the semester ended, I texted Suzanne Helmstrom from the hotel. I was so pleased when she asked if she could join us. Of course. The three musketeers or is it amigos were back together.

Bertie didn't join me in Stockholm, she had a date in Oslo with Fredrik Bjork. If you recall, he was about sixty and all he wanted to do was eat. He found Bertie's pussy irresistible and her pussy couldn't get enough of his tongue.

Suzanne took good care of me in Stockholm. I had a reunion with Erik's big cock and Kris' tongue.

Bertie met Suzanne and me in Budapest. She was a few days late. The smile on her face explained everything. "I consider Fredrik's tongue foreplay, now let's get to the main event."

We rented a three-bedroom house in Budapest. We didn't run into Gabor White and Gabor Black, but the city was filled with HUNG-ARIANS. Suzanne was in awe. She was also in bed, on her back and on her knees. Suzanne, who as you know loved to be eaten, decided that she had a thing for big Hungarian cocks. In her pussy and in her mouth. She did complain, "don't Hungarians eat pussy?"

Fast forward five years. I'm still single and live in Budapest. My love life is full. Not that there's a different cock to suck every night, but my mouth and my pussy are well-satisfied.

Which reminds me, you probably know that until a bridge was built Buda and Pest were two cities. What I discovered was that the HUNG-arians live in Buda. I had so much fun sucking, licking, nibbling and playing with those uncut cocks. After a blowjob night, in the morning, I loved to play, especially with a new man. Foreskins were so much fun. I'd giggle as I ran my tongue round and round inside his foreskin. Of course, the morning ended with a blowjob.

I'd become an avid fan of big, uncut cocks. Although once in a while when I heard there were young, single Americans in town, I'd make it my business to meet them.

One time and American soccer team was touring eastern Europe. I just couldn't get enough of the goalie's (his name was Tommy) circumcised cock. It was huge to boot.

He almost missed his match. I dropped him off just minutes before the game started. The coach yelled at me; as if it was my fault that Tommy wouldn't take his cock out of my mouth.

The best part is that I stayed around to watch the match, and afterwards, the coach and I had dinner together. Dinner, not as you'd normally think of it. I was infatuated with his long, fat circumcised cock and he thought my pussy was delicious. He stayed a week and caught up with the team in Prague. He may have been in his fifties but he was marvelous.

A neighbor woman introduced me to the joys of Pest. "Holly," she said with her heavy accent, "the men across the Danube in Pest have a unique skill. They love nothing more than to eat pussy, and they can eat it all night. They're amazing. Friday, you'll go across the river with me. I'll take you to the best places to meet men."

There was nothing lost in translation. I didn't get home until Sunday afternoon. It was the best massage I ever had; his tongue was like velvet. Once a month or so, I'd hit the pubs and bistros in Pest. I was never disappointed.

As for Bertie, she's not married and lives in Boston. She comes to visit two or three times a year. She always flies through Oslo and spends a few days with Fredrik Bjork's tongue. Like she said, it was foreplay.

I know for a fact that when she's here, she comes and comes especially when I take over to Pest. She'd spend a week with a well-hung guy or guys from Buda, then insist on going across the Danube to Pest. "My pussy is so sore; I could use a good tongue massage. The men of Pest never disappointed.

Sometimes, she flew through Oslo on her way home. Her pussy was so pampered.

As for Suzanne Helmstrom: She was promoted from assistant manager and is now the manager of her hotel chain's property in Budapest. We're best of friends and always share when good fortune comes our way. Suzanne spends most weekends in Pest. I learned that Monday through Friday she has a big smile on her face from her weekend with one of the Pest guys. By Friday night, she's ready to introduce her pussy to another Pest tongue.

THE END

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