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The blonde did have magnificent tits. Even at my age, I was jealous. Damn, they were just about perfect.

"Look around, Julie, you're the only one wearing anything. You might as well join us."

"I'm a little shy."

"No reason to be. I'm sure you look better than half the women here."

She was right. As I looked around, half the women were Phyllis' age. The other thing I noticed was that all those middle-aged women, like Phyllis had a bush, some bigger than others.

By the same token, all the girls my age, including Nikki, were bare; not a pubic hair among us.

I succumbed to the peer pressure. I took off my robe, and quickly jumped in the water. I vaguely heard Nikki say "wow." I was embarrassed. Then I was in water up to my chest; my breasts covered.

Phyllis swam over to me. "You finally decided to embrace this," she put her arms around me. We weren't the only couple hugging. She whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to get you to our room. I'll bet you'll taste like chlorine," she laughed.

"So will you. Phyllis take me up to our room now."

"Anxious, are we? Give it some time. I want you so eager, you'll do me all afternoon."

"I can't wait."

"It'll be worth the wait. I promise." Then Phyllis swam away from me.

I was left wondering what she meant, and more importantly when.

Nikki joined me in the pool, and both of us swam over to Phyllis, who was chatting with Ellie, Nikki's blonde friend.

If I was shocked by what had transpired in the past 24 hours, what happened next was stunning. "Julie, I was just telling Ellie, how delicious you are."

"You, you . . . " I couldn't believe that Phyllis shared such personal information with anyone.

Ellie interrupted me. "And Nikki, I was just telling Phyllis that you have the most marvelous tongue."

"That settles it," Phyllis said.

The next thing I knew, we dried off, Ellie and I were holding hands and she was leading me to her room. First, her arms were around me, and we were tongue kissing.

Then, Ellie had my robe off, and stepped back. "I didn't get a good look at you in the pool, but Julie, you are beautiful. Such lovely titties and Phyllis said you are delicious."

She led me to her bed, and soon I was on my back and Ellie was between my legs. ‘oh my, Julie, you have the most beautiful pussy. Let me enjoy it, please."

It was a delightful afternoon. Ellie was a wonderful lover. She made me moan; scream is probably a better word. How wonderful was she?

"Ellie, please, let me do you."

She made me beg for it. "Tell Ellie what you want?"

"Please, let me eat your pussy, please."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, oh yes, let me eat it." She was still between my legs, her tongue licking me. I pulled her hair.

Nikki was right; she wasn't a true blonde, but what she was or what she had was the most beautiful, delicious pussy. I spent the rest of the afternoon becoming familiar with it.

In my straight past, I'd 69'd with men. Ellie and I enjoyed each other like that. More than once, we came at the same time.

I didn't want to stop, but "Julie, we should get ready for dinner. Nikki and Phyllis will be expecting us. Oh, and by the way, I'm a photographer, too and I have clients who would pay for just the right pictures of your beautiful pussy. I'm sure Phyllis won't mind."

Ellie took my hand as we entered the dining room. Immediately, Phyllis smiled at me, "good for you, Julie. By the way, Nikki was marvelous and so sweet. Ellie, you're a lucky woman." Nikki beamed at Phyllis, and squeezed her hand.

Later I was to learn that the pool was the meeting place for switching partners. All the older women were photographers, and they were from everywhere; not just the USA. Most of the younger women were straight like me, but . . .

I thought that it was just a weekend; I ended up staying two weeks. My job be damned. The offers I received were very lucrative.

Some days and nights with Phyllis; other nights with different women. One thing that didn't happen was that none of the younger women paired up. I mean, I would have loved to do Nikki, but it didn't work out.

I spent two of the most amazing nights with a Kenyan woman. "Julie, there is a magazine in my country that will pay a lot of money; American dollars, for the perfect white pussy. You have the perfect white pussy," she said as her tongue found my prominent clitoris AGAIN.

It must be a thing among those older women. Using their tongues, they insisted that I beg for their pussy. Ellie had been like that, so had a number of other older women I ended up in bed with.

Njeri, the older Kenyan woman was like that. With her tongue busy in my pussy, she mumbled, "Julie, tell me you want to taste Njeri's pussy. Tell me."

I begged and begged. It helped that she made me cum and cum. I have to say, and Njeri confirmed, "Julie, if you came to Kenya, you might be the best pussy eater in all of Africa."

How could I be; Njeri was from Africa, and I couldn't imagine anyone could eat pussy any better.

That's how I ended up as the winner of the East Africa Most Beautiful Pussy Contest. Njeri insisted that I let my hair grow out. I'm talking about my pubic hair. I told you in the beginning I'm blonde. My pubic hair is almost the same color as the hair on my head.

Njeri had offers from professional photographers from throughout Africa who wanted to photograph my pussy and were willing to pay. "Julie, white pussy is like an albino leopard, rarer than rare."

There was always an after-photo shoot where the photographer became even more familiar with my pussy. Most were women, but there was the occasional man.

It felt so good to have a cock again; in my pussy and in my mouth. I savored those sessions and made sure they lasted days and days. I insisted those men fuck me and then fuck me again. When we parted my pussy was so sore.

Njeri massaged it for hours. "Does that make Julie's beautiful pussy feel better?" Of course, it was only right that I reciprocate. "Julie, show Njeri how much you love her Kenyan pussy."

Njeri also had offers from amateur photographers who wanted a private session taking pictures of my pussy. They were African men and women who wanted to spend a morning or an afternoon shooting my pussy, and then a night or two become familiar with my pussy. Njeri and I made sure they understood they were paying for the photoshoot.

Those African women had the best tongue work. My pussy was on fire. I begged them to switch places. Later, we 69'ed.

There were not nearly as many men. I thought they were the luckiest men in the world. I mean I just couldn't get enough of their cocks. In my mouth and in my pussy, and frankly, getting eaten by a man was different than being done by a woman.

I mean when a man ate me, I'd beg to get fucked. When a woman ate me, I begged for more of her tongue. They insisted I beg to eat their pussy.

I reminded Njeri, "I thought it strange that back in America it always seemed to work out that an older woman ended up with a young girl like me."

"Oh, so you want to try some young pussy?" She laughed.

"Well, it might be nice to be with someone my own age."

African, American, European, Asian?"

"You can do that?"

"Here I can do just about anything?" She laughed again. "Why don't I take you to a dance club tonight? You'll see a buffet of pussy. Point out one you'd like and I'll make the arrangements."

The dance club was a Lesbian club and Njeri was right. Whatever I wanted, apparently Njeri could make the introductions.

I saw the most beautiful blonde girl dressed almost like a ballerina. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I didn't have to say anything, Njeri knew as I stared. "She makes lots of money here. Every photographer wants the perfect shot of her white pussy. Just like they want you, Julie. I know her. I'll be right back."

Ten minutes later, Njeri was back holding the blonde girl by the hand. "Julie, this is Marta from Poland, she's anxious to meet you."

"Would you like to dance?" She reached out her hand.

An hour later, Marta and I were in bed. We were both blondes and both relatively new in Kenya. "I think Kenyan women find us fascinating, don't you?" She asked.

"The men, too."

"Oh, I don't do men. The very thought is revolting, but you, I'm anxious to get to know you. You have the most beautiful titties." She started to kiss my breasts.

"Marta, when I first saw you, I wondered what your pussy might taste like. Let me, first, please."

I spent the night making love to her beautiful bare pussy. She had the most beautiful pink slit and the tastiest pussy ever. I couldn't get enough, and Marta was so kind; she let me make love to her until my tongue was exhausted.

Marta was totally wasted. She had so many orgasms.

I had the best sleep. In the morning, Marta was gone. Lying in bed next to me was Njeri. "Was Marta everything you expected?"

"Njeri, everything and more. She was the most delicious girl. How can I ever thank you?"

"Oh Julie, after all this time, you are so naïve." She went down on me.

"Julie," she mumbled, "I've done Marta, more than once. Her pussy is delicious, but I find yours even tastier. Let me make love to you." Of course, Njeri and I had been together before. She knew how to make me cry with joy. She had the most marvelous tongue.

Better yet, Njeri did not hesitate to spread her legs when I told her I needed to reciprocate. She laughed, "Julie, needs Njeri's pussy?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please let me eat it. Let me eat your sweet pussy."

Njeri was like the ringmaster or the traffic cop. She introduced me to men and women photographers. She introduced me to Kenyan Lesbians who wanted my white, actually pink pussy. One day she introduced me to Chege, a handsome Kenyan man.

She whispered in my ear, "you won't believe what he has in his pants. It has no interest for me, but I think you might find it, ummmm . . . well, you'll have to find out for yourself."

She wasn't wrong. Not only was Chege good looking, had an enormous cock, he was a great fuck. Over the next three days, that long black snake rarely left my pussy or my mouth.

The fucking was like nothing I'd ever experienced. My pussy couldn't enough of it. By the time Chege left my bed, my pussy was sore and it had been stretched out like I'd had a baby. Not that I knew anything about that.

When I woke up, I took a long hot bath to ease the soreness. I'd just finished drying my hair and only had a robe on when there was a knock on my door.

It was Marta. Julie, I never got to thank you for taking such good care of me. Besides, Njeri told me that your pussy needs some tender loving care."

She smiled. "Let Marta make the pain go away."

I love it here in Nairobi.

THE END

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