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We'd no sooner got settled than Mary Belle said to the concierge, "I thought this would be like the US, ya' know with black people." With her heavy Cajun accent, she sounded disappointed.

"Madam, let me write an address for you. If you want to see Africans, you will find them in this dance club."

That night, we all dressed to kill. We were looking for men. I specifically was looking for a man who'd want to eat my pussy. As you know, that's my thing.

Felicia said, "I can get all the black cock I want at home. Those Hungarian boys went wild over my black pussy, do you think Parsian guys will, too?"

Felicia was gorgeous. She'd have no problem finding a guy, black or white.

Mary Belle, who started the whole thing: "If I had everything I wanted, his tongue would be infatuated with my old pussy. He'd be young, barely legal young, and have a long black thing in his pants."

"Thing, Mary Belle? We're all adults here; it's cock or dick, preferrable big cock or big dick."

"You know I'm a lady."

"Yes, a lady who just said she's looking for a very young man, with a tongue infatuated with your pussy, and he has to have a long black cock. What would you like to do with that cock?"

"A lady never tells."

"I wonder if there's a Frenchman like the Italian Giovanni?" Gretchan asked.

"Well, I've heard that Frenchmen make love with their faces," Mary Kate smiled.

It was a Friday night. Felicia, Mary Belle and Gretchen showed up at our office Monday morning; that's the first we'd seen of them.

They looked like they hadn't slept. I wanted to send Mary Belle back to our hotel; she insisted on working. She worked all day, standing up. "Lurleen, I, this good Christian woman, ended up with two of the most adorable Frenchmen."

"Good for you. You look like you need some sleep."

"I'm sixty-two, I can sleep when we get back to Mobile. Lurleen, those two boys' ages combined were less than any of my kids. One was twenty and the other nineteen. Do you know that when boys that age get hard, they stay hard?"

I nodded and smiled.

"It was one, then the other, then both. I am so sore. And Lurleen, I've never felt better in my whole life," she laughed. "Francois or was it Marcel? I forgot which one told me that there was nothing sweeter than my old pussy. Can you imagine?"

"Good for you."

"Tonight, I'm staying in and soaking in a hot bath. Francois, or was it Marcel? Promised me that he was interested in a gourmet meal. I'm not embarrassed to tell you that he meant my pussy. He said that in Paris a gourmet meal could last for hours and hours. We have a date tomorrow night."

Felicia found her black man. He was from Senegal. "Lurleen, this is the first African I've been with, and it's a small sample, but I'm certain that African men are far bigger than black men in America. It took me hours of practice, Friday night and Saturday morning, into Saturday afternoon before I was able to get it all in my mouth. I don't think he knew the word ‘reciprocate' but Saturday night and most of the day Sunday, he certainly demonstrated that he knew what I was trying to tell him." Felicia had stars in her eyes.

As for me, I got an email from Marcia: "Now that you're in Paris, you should call a man named Fabian Matteau. You won't be disappointed. In fact, you will want to thank me when you get home." Marcia included a phone number.

Fabian and I met in our hotel's bar. Think of the handsomest man you've ever seen; Fabian was far more handsome. I could see why Marcia recommended him. He was in his late forties, maybe early fifties, closer to her age than mine.

Handsome-check. Big cock-check, OH YEAH!!! Pussy eater-check, OH,OH YEAH!! Within an hour after he got me into bed or I got him into bed, Fabian's tongue had me begging for his cock.

"You want to suck it, don't you? I know you'd like nothing better than to suck my cock."

"Yes, please. Fabian, please. I want your cock. I want it in my mouth. I need it in my mouth, please."

When he finally let me, "Merci, Fabian, merci!!!" Since I don't speak French and I have a distinctive Alabama accent, I'm sure it sounded like "mercy."

I'm sure it didn't matter to Fabian. I'll admit I'm not the cocksucker that Fabian was as a pussy eater, but by Saturday morning, with practice, there were no complaints.

When we finally fucked, I'm sure I was as loud as Marcia on Nui Beach with Ito. When Fabian rolled me on my stomach, with my ass in the air, I never . . .

I sent Marcia in St. Louis flowers.

Most of the girls sampled as many Frenchmen as they could; me? I spent the entire month with Fabian. I wasn't disappointed when I got my period. My mouth became very familiar with every vein in his long shaft and every wrinkle in his ball sack. By the third day of my period, there was no man cream to swallow. That didn't stop me.

I assure you that Fabian wasn't disappointed either; when my period ended, his tongue was . . . well, let's just say that my search for the best pussy eater in the world was over.

I emailed Marcia and asked her if she had any interest in expanding her travel agency to Mobile.

Yes, I was going to sell my agency and stay in France with Fabian. He asked me to marry him. Even though he was almost twenty years older than me, I said yes.

Fabian had an estate in the south of France which is where we spent our honeymoon. His estate was almost as big as my daddy's farm back in Alabama. On our honeymoon we fucked everywhere. I blew him everywhere. He ate my pussy everywhere. We'd walk through the vineyards, carrying a blanket; me wearing no panties, and when the mood struck us, I'd lie down, lift my skirt and Fabian's tongue would start.

A few days later, Fabian had comfortable benches and chairs scattered throughout the vineyards. "Now, Lurleen, you can just sit back and I can enjoy the sweetest taste that anyone could imagine. I did and Fabian got on his knees and stayed there. I'm certain I could be heard all over the estate. Whenever Fabian ate me, I'd beg for his cock and I always begged to suck it. Fabian was good about that; making me beg that is.

Marcia bought my travel agency and kept all my employees on the payroll with the same perks I'd offered them. They were a happy crew.

Marcia hired Melody, Felicia's young friend, who you recall was black and asked her if she'd be willing to move to St. Louis. One of the perks was Marcia's husband Lee's tongue. Lee actually drove Melody for a wax. "Marcia, I have to tell you, there is nothing tastier than African hairless.

Melody, with Lee as an incentive became the best employee, EVER!!!

Marcia claimed that eating Melody's young, delicious pussy every few days extended her husband's life. Lee claimed Melody's pussy juice was the fountain of youth.

Two or three times a year, Marica sent Melody "on assignment" to some foreign city where she could sample foreign cocks and foreign men could sample her delightful pussy. Melody thought that Budapest was the most beautiful city in the world, but confided in Marcia that "the hotel ceiling in Budapest was the most amazing she'd ever seen."

Why was Melody sent on assignment? Lee insisted that as he aged toward eighty, he needed to reacquaint himself with his wife's pussy. "Marcia, maybe it's the wax job, but I find your pussy more delicious than when you were eighteen."

And when Marcia came home from escorting a travel group: "I know my pussy isn't young and juicy like Melody's, and some of the men I met were young with big cocks, but . . ." she wrapped her thick legs around her husband's head and fucked his face. "Lee, there's no place like home; there's no place like home."

THE END

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