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We broke up because, "Gennaro, when we started seeing each other, your cock was the first one I'd ever seen that wasn't circumcised."

"I know that. You certainly have gotten to know it." I smiled.

"But here's the thing. I need to know what other uncircumcised cocks are like. You're marvelous, until now the best cock I've ever sucked, but . . ."

I didn't see Muriel Seligmann for almost ten years.

One day I was sitting in a Starbucks when she walked in. I recognized her right away. It was confirmed when the barista called out her name and handed her a coffee. "Muriel?"

For a moment she didn't recognize me. I was balding and now wore glasses. Finally, "Gennaro?"

We talked for an hour then had lunch. She insisted on telling me what she'd been up to. Honestly, I didn't need to know. I'd been in a long-term relationship that had just amicably ended.

"Gennaro, you were the best thing that ever happened to me. And letting go of you was the next best thing that happened to me. It was a wild guess, but I assumed that like all Jewish men are circumcised, all Italian men had, well, had what you have. You know how much I loved it." She held her hands almost a foot apart. Trust me, it's not that big.

"I was wrong about all Italian men, but the fun was in trying. I rented a house in Tuscany. Italian men aren't shy about asking women for a date. Even women much older than them. I dated more twenty-year-olds than you can imagine. Do you know that it's almost as if twenty-year-old cocks are always hard? Do you know their cocks and tongues can keep going and going?

"I just can't forget Giovanni and Pietro, oh my. They were marvelous and Gennaro, they were just like you except they liked nothing better than eating my pussy. My offers to blow them were met with, "Please, signora, my tongue aches for your sweet pussy."

"Muriel, why are you telling me all this?"

"Let me finish, oh, their tongues were good, very good and so was the fucking, but Gennaro you know me. It took months and months of sampling Italian men, Marcelo, Rafael, Marco, Enrique. Finally, I found Francisco. He was just about perfect. He had no interest in eating me, and he was just an okay fuck, but he wasn't uncircumcised like you, except . . ." She held her hands almost a foot apart and smiled. "I have to say, it took a few months, but I was able to please him. Gennaro, by that I mean, all of him." She smiled again. "His long foreskin was a joy to play with."

Muriel called me about once a month to see if I wanted to go out. "Dinner at the Classic Hotel? I reserved a suite for the whole weekend."

I turned her down three or four times. I can't explain it. It didn't bother me that she'd been married three times. It did bother me that she'd been on an international quest for big uncircumcised cocks to suck and insisted on telling me all about it.

Finally, I accepted a date. I planned on it being one date. At dinner, "Gennaro, I have to admit I was very selfish. I always got what I wanted; always, but I know what you wanted, and I didn't give it to you. That wasn't fair."

"It was difficult for me to turn down what you offered," I smiled.

In case you have been following. Muriel offered blowjobs and only blowjobs. I, on the other hand, needed more. I need to get fucked and eat pussy.

She laughed, "what man could? But Gennaro, I'm willing to give it a try." We were in the dining room of the Classic Hotel. Muriel leaned close to me. "My pussy is wet thinking of the things your tongue did to my pussy. I've never forgotten. It's yours if you want it."

"That doesn't sound like the Muriel I knew."

"I'm trying to change. Gennaro, come up to my suite and fuck me. Fuck me tonight. Fuck me tomorrow, fuck me next week. My pussy wants your cock."

"And my tongue?"

She smiled, stood up and took me by the hand.

THE END

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