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enthusiasm and desire to feel that big cock down my throat was important in getting the job done. The blowjob done, lol (smiley face)."

"Oh, I want it, Misty."

"I know what you mean. Isn't his cock the best ever? I had such a sense of accomplishment when I felt his balls slapping against my chin. I promise you will too. Tell Didier I miss him and I'm looking forward to seeing him when you go back to Princeton."

I spent the week with Didier. The lube helped my pussy and my lips. I made two more runs to the pharmacy for more. I needed it; not a day went by that that big black locomotive didn't invade my pussy; often more than once.

As for those blowjobs, it wasn't until the day before I was going home that I felt his big balls against my chin. My dear friend Misty was right; I felt such a sense of accomplishment. I'd been trying all week and Didier was encouraging. "Hanley, you're a marvelous little cocksucker. Just another inch, baby. You just know my tongue is going to want your poo-say when you're done."

I haven't mentioned Didier as a pussy eater. I didn't forget; I'll never forget. Damn, the man showed me how much he loved eating me. He showed me for hours and hours. The way his tongue did me, I was so ready for that big cock to fuck me. I mean my pussy was so juicy. However, I still needed lots and lots of lube.

I slept most of the train ride back to school. I didn't get much sleep when I was with Didier. I didn't need or want sleep. I wanted his cock. I wanted his tongue.

I stayed in contact with Didier. I was going to make every effort to get up to Boston a few times a year, and I was going to invite him to Princeton for a weekend. Not that we made any commitment to each other. I was certain that before I was back at school, Misty, Frannie or maybe both were on their knees or on their back for him. Misty definitely on her knees.

I wasn't interested in any of the Princeton boys, and whether it was at Harvard, Columbia or in Chicago, I was getting a lot of cock. On the Princeton campus whenever I was in the mood, I'd stop by Professor Zigmund Polikowski's office. As soon as he saw me, he smiled and we'd arrange a rendezvous, usually a local motel. The best was going to his condo in the Poconos. I'd take off my clothes, and rarely put them back on until Sunday afternoon.

It wasn't that I wanted sixty-one-year-old Ziggie to admire my body. No, I just thought that it would incentivize him to eat my pussy; it never failed. I rewarded him by getting on my knees, making sure Big Ziggie, my favorite kielbasa was well satisfied.

One Thursday afternoon, I just had this aching need to suck his cock. I stopped by his office. "I'm sorry Hanley, I have plans for this weekend."

"I'm sorry, too, professor, any time now my period should start."

Ziggie knew what that meant. "Give me about an hour, I'm sure I can change my plans. I'll call you."

It meant that it would be a blowjob weekend. I can't tell you how many times his big Polish sausage filled my mouth, but if you have some extra money laying around, by stock in Viagra.

Whenever I was home, I'd make it a point to have some Italian sausage, Tony Marchetti was a marvel in bed; I couldn't get enough of his big cock in my pussy and in my mouth. Even better, "Hanley, I think your pussy is more delicious than the last time we were together." Could a girl ask for more?

Colleges finish up about mid-May here in the Northeast. Every Spring we made it a point to meet at our secret, swimming hole. It was great to shed our clothes, wade into the cool water and exchange stories about the guys we'd met.

We met again at Christmas break, but not at that private pool. It was during Christmas that Annie invited me to Miami.

As I said, the girls in our little clique all went to prestigious colleges. Everyone except my best friend Annie Pederson. She went to some modeling school in Florida. Of course, she did, she was that beautiful. Blonde, long-legs, perfects tits. After Jamie Harper fucked her, he confided in me that the only way Annie could be more beautiful was if she had his big cock in her mouth. Apparently, when she was with Jamie she got more beautiful; some nights more than once according to Jamie.

Anyhow, she invited me down to Miami for Spring Break. "What better place for partying than Miami Beach," she texted. "Hanley, the guys out-numbered the girls like four to one. We'll have no trouble getting laid. Maybe a different cock every night (smiley face)."

In one of my texts with Didier I mentioned that I was going to Miami. He texted me back: "My cousins, Jean Joseph and Francois live in Miami. They'll show you and your friend a good time."

"Do they look like you? Do they have what you have? Lol"

"We're cousins. Here's a phone number. I'll text them and let them know you're coming."

When I got off the plane in Miami, Annie met me. I'd told her about Didier's cousins. "Here's their address, we have dates."

"I was going to fix you up with some of the gorgeous men in the modeling school, but this sounds like it could be fun. They live in the ritziest part of Miami Beach."

I wasn't surprised, but Annie was. Jean and Francois were every bit as big as Didier and of course, just as black. Annie didn't even blink when we were introduced. I was glad; I didn't want the shock of their skin color to spoil our fun.

The guys lived on an estate; a mansion with a huge, private pool. I have no idea what kind of work they did. "There's only one rule," Francois laughed, "there's no clothes allowed in the pool." He started to get undressed.

"Yeah," Jean smiled, "something about the filtration system." He started to undress, too. They were both in their thirties; maybe fifteen years older than Annie and me.

It had been a long cold winter in New Jersey, although on more than a few occasion a man warmed my bed, if you get my meaning. I'm talking about Polish kielbasa warming my throat on a cold winter's day. I'm talking about going home for Christmas and my pussy warming up Tony's Italian sausage.

I didn't hesitate to join them. Everything came off, including my bra and panties. I hadn't shaved down there in a few months. Before leaving Princeton I did. I mean, I packed two string bikinis. I had to.

Then I dove in.

Annie was right behind me. I came up out of the water next to Francois. He didn't hesitate to put his arms around me. "Just in case you can't swim," the big man laughed.

"Thank you, I'm fine," but I did kiss him; right on the mouth.

I looked over and Annie and Jean were in an embrace. Men have told me I have great tits. Men tell me that, but I think they just want to get in my panties. I don't know, but what I do know is that Annie's were perfect. That's why she was going to be a successful model. Jean's hands were already all over them. Like I said about being with Didier, the contrast was striking. For a moment that contrast flashed through my mind: me on my back, Didier holding my ankles and watching his black Haitian cock split my bare white pussy wide open.

I didn't wait for Francois to feel me up. I reached under the water. I couldn't help but smile; it wasn't hard yet, but I was certain it was in the same class as Didier's; size-wise. This was going to be a great week. "Francois, you are exactly what I'm looking for," I said as I slowly stroked it; encouraging that cock to rise.

"Hanley, Jean and I are going inside. He wants to show me the room where I'll be staying," Annie smiled.

"Annie, I'm sure that Jean wants to show you more than your room."

"I hope so," she laughed.

When they got to the steps leading out of the pool, I could see that Jean was already hard, and yes, Jean was related to Didier just as Francois was. Speaking of Francois his cock in my hand was now hard. "Why don't we get out and you can show me my room, too?"

Neither Jean or Francois could keep their eyes off Annie's pussy or her titties. I wasn't jealous, but I was surprised that given the string bikinis she usually wore that she had a big bush; a big blonde bush.

Francois and I didn't get that far. We found a chaise; Francois sat down. I found a cushion for my knees, and in moments I was introducing my mouth to Francois' cock. "Didier told me you had a thing for Haitian cock. He wasn't wrong, was he, Hanley?"

I couldn't talk; my mouth was already busy. I took it out for a moment. "Francois, this is the only Haitian cock I'm interested in right now." He pushed my head back down.

I have to say that even before meeting Didier, I was a superb cocksucker. If you'll recall, I liked rubbing strawberry flavored lube all over Professor Paul's cock and then slide my lips up and down on it. Plus, you already know about my love for Italian sausage and kielbasa.

I'd practiced enough with Didier's to be comfortable sucking his big one. I introduced myself to Francois by giving him a great blowjob. My chin met his balls. Francois introduced himself to me by spurting three huge loads of man cream down my throat.

When I took it out, "Francois, you have the best cock to suck. I'm going to want to blow you again when you're ready."

I stood up and wiped my mouth. "You can, but Hanley, I'm going to want to fuck you. I've never fucked a white pussy." Like Didier, he pronounced it poo-say. At the moment, my pussy was almost at eye level. Francois leaned forward and gave it a kiss.

"And eat it, too, Francois? It's all yours."

After leading me to my room, which in fact, was also his room, Francois left me alone so I could shower. "I hope you plan on getting that poo-say nice and clean. My tongue is already thinking of what it might be like to eat your white poo-say."

Could I have taken a faster shower?

Actually, I took my time. Luxuriating in the warmth. Still high from the blowjob I'd just given. Did you girls get high from giving a blowjob? I can't speak for other girls, but I do; it's such a turn on, my pussy is wet just thinking about it. I feel such a sense of accomplishment, especially like with Professor Paul, I could deep throat his big one or with Didier when I could feel his balls swing back and forth against my chin.

Francois' taste was still in my mouth. I savored it.

Like I said, I took my time. I found a hair dryer. By the time I finished and walked out of the bathroom, Francois was ready for more. I could tell. He was standing in front of me. His cock was standing in front of me, too.

I was anxious to get back on my knees, but that would be so rude as a guest. I mean, Francois had made it clear that he'd never eaten white pussy. Who was I to deny him? What kind of guest would I be?

I led him to the living room, looked around and found a comfortable arm chair. I sat down, put my legs over the arms. "Francois, this is what you wanted, right?" My bare pussy was all his.

Could there be a better way to get welcomed to Miami Beach? First, a huge cock; a huge black cock for me to suck. And now, my pussy was the beneficiary of Francois' tongue.

As you know, until now Didier was the only Haitian guy I'd been with. After Francois started, I can say without hesitation Haitian guys know how to eat pussy. In the future, I'd never turn down a Haitian guy. In fact, whenever I was in a new big city, I always inquired, "where's there a Haitian neighborhood around here?" As far as having my pussy eaten was concerned, I was never disappointed.

Not all those Haitian cocks were as big as Didier's and Francois', but their tongues took me to places I never experienced with other men. Skilled: oh, yeah. Stamina: like Didier, Francois ate and ate. Of course, it might have something to do with my encouragement. "Francois, your tongue. Your tongue is so good to my pussy. Keep eating me. You lick my pussy so good. I'm cumming again. Oh, I'm cumming. Keep eating me."

I moaned as my orgasm rolled over me. "Please, Francois, let me suck it. Let me suck your big, beautiful cock. My mouth wants it; my mouth needs it."

He wouldn't let me. He just kept on eating. Not that I'm complaining. What girl would?

When I couldn't possibly have one more orgasm, I was slumped back in that chair, like a wet rag. Francois, who as you know was as big as Didier, carried me to bed, and tucked me in. He kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, Hanley."

"No, thank you, Francois. Let me rest, but when I wake up, I'm going to want your cock."

I slept the most peaceful sleep ever. Meanwhile, Annie was getting to know Jean. Later, she told me about it.

"After drying off, Jean and I walked to his room; our room. I'd seen the look on his face; it was the same look I'd seen on men since I was a teenager. I knew what they wanted, but this was different. First, except for guys in their mid-twenties like Jamie and Kyle, I'd only been with guys my own age. Jean was in his thirties. Those college boys would throw me on the bed, spread my legs and fuck me. Consensually, but still.

"There was little romance, and often the fucking was over fairly quickly. Not with Jean. He made love to me. He made love to my titties. I don't want to brag, but everyone who'd seen them said they were perfect. Here at modeling school, I signed up to be a nude model. When I took off my robe, the students who would draw or paint me, gasped: male and female. Even my female instructor sighed.

"Since I moved down here, my pussy was always hairless. The only swimsuits I had were string bikinis. Of course, I shaved.

"While I stood there and the students worked, Miss Holcomb stared. She stared at my titties and at my pussy.

"More than stared. After class, Miss Roberta Holcomb invited me to her home, and it was clear what she wanted. Hanley, you know I'm not that kind of girl.

"I have to confess, and this is just between the two of us, Miss Holcomb was persistent, and those guys in the modeling school were such clods. I finally succumbed. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm still straight; I love cock. I love fucking cock and I love sucking cock, but Miss Holcomb had the most spectacular tongue. Maybe, she'd gone without for a long time, but she was a glutton for my pussy.

"Oh my God, Hanley, none of the guys I've been with did to me what she did. I made it a point to see her once or twice a week. I couldn't help myself.

"You've seen me at pajama parties in the winter when I have a bush. Remember how blonde it was? Miss Holcomb asked me if I'd let it grow out. She claimed she'd love to rub her face in it.

"She asked me not to shave while her tongue was busy. So busy, so good. I agreed. I had to buy different type of bikini bottoms.

"Now, Hanley, you know this is just between us. I'd be so embarrassed if anyone else found out. I know all the girls know I'll fuck just about anyone, and I'm a sucker for big cocks. Pun intended, but for the other girls to know that I let a fifty-year-old woman eat my pussy, I'd just die.

"Hanley, there was one more thing with Roberta Holcomb. One day, after I had a very full bush, while she was going wild with her tongue for hours, and I had more orgasms than I could count, she suggested that I might want to try it. "Annie, you have no idea how good pussy tastes" she told me.

"No, no, no," I cried, but after what she was doing to me, I couldn't help myself. Yep, I ate her old, hairy pussy. It wasn't as disgusting as you might think. Not the old part, not the hairy part and not the pussy part. Yes, I liked the taste of her pussy. I learned to love the taste of her pussy.

"You might think it couldn't get any worse. Like I said once or twice a week, I went to her house to get eaten, but about once a week when I went to her home, it was me on my knees. She was so good to my pussy, like I said, I just couldn't help myself. I have to admit when I went down on her I was just like her: a glutton for her pussy. By the end of the semester, with her guidance, she claimed, "Annie, you're a fabulous pussy eater."

"I thought she was just saying that. "Miss Holcomb, are you asking me to do you again, without asking?"

"No, no, no. Annie, you're amazing. Let me prove it to you."

"She introduced me to some of her lesbian friends; women her age. I'd spend a weekend with them. "Annie, Roberta wasn't wrong about you. For a girl you have a rare skill. I'd like to show you my appreciation. Women my age don't have the opportunity to taste young pussy, and Roberta says you have the most luscious pussy."

"I spent a lot of weekends with different friends of Miss Holcomb's; eating and being eaten. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm still straight. I still like to get fucked, and sucking a big cock is one of my favorite things.

"Hanley, you know the way you feel when you give a guy the best blowjob? The sense of accomplishment. That's how I felt after eating Miss Holcomb. When she would writhe and moan, and squeeze my head between her thighs, it made my pussy wet, which of course led to her insisting on licking up my girly juices. It was the same with her Lesbian friends. They adored my pussy and I have to say I didn't hesitate to do them.

"Anyhow, except for Miss Holcomb and her friends, I hadn't had sex in a few months. By that I mean I hadn't had cock in a few months. Poor Jean, he never knew what hit him when I went down on him. I sucked that big black cock like I hadn't had a cock in months; which I hadn't. I wouldn't let him cum because after perhaps an hour of sucking, I got on top of him and rode that cock. My god, do you have any idea how big he is? Way bigger than Jamie Harper.

"Oh yeah, his hands were all over my tits. I loved it. I loved being with a man. Later when he ate, I had the best orgasms, although I have to admit, they were nothing like when I was with Miss Holcomb and her friends. I can't believe I'm saying this. No one eats pussy like a woman.

"When Jean's tongue needed a rest. I couldn't wait to blow him. Sure, like I said the taste of pussy was grand, but nothing like when Jean exploded in my mouth. Yummy, yummy, yummy.

"I know we planned to spend the weekend with Jean and Francois and then go find some guys our age and party on South Beach, but I can't get enough of his big black cock and his tongue. Would you be okay if we stayed? After the blowjob I just gave Jean, I'm sure he'll be okay with it."

I'd thought about the same thing. The way Francois ate me, how could I just walk away?

Let me take a moment to clarify something. Annie never ever suggested that we do the girl-on-girl thing. She knew I was straight. Our friendship went back to grade school. She didn't want to jeopardize that. Of course, eating her pussy or even feeling up her amazing titties never crossed my mind.

Back to Francois and me. After the way Francois ate me, my pussy was in dire need of his cock. He was in bed next to me when I woke up. "Francois, your tongue was so good to me. Now, my pussy needs your cock. I want you on top of me."

"You don't want to get on top, and ride my cock?"

"Not right now. I brought plenty of lube. Let me rub some on my pussy and your cock." I didn't rub "some," I used lots and lots. Like Didier, Francois knew what he had, and even with the lube, entered me slowly.

Like with Didier, soon I felt like that locomotive was starting. This time I verbalized it. "Francois, your cock is like a big locomotive going into a tunnel, and my pussy is the tunnel. Ram that big black locomotive in my pussy."

I started making noises. Noises like a train engine. "Wohoo, wohoo, wohoo. Faster, faster, faster. Make that big black locomotive go faster, Francois. Wohoo, wohoo, wohoo."

He was a phenomenal fuck. Haitian invasion or big black locomotive, whatever you want to call it, my pussy was getting as much cock as it could handle, but I wanted even more. "Fuck me, Francois. Harder, faster. My pussy is begging for more."

"Say it, Hanley. Make those train sounds again. Tell me you love fucking my cock." He was pounding my pussy.

"Wohoo, wohooo, wohooooo. Hanley's pussy loves Francois' big black cock. I'll do anything you want, anything." All the while, I was having an orgasm, then another. When I say, I'd do anything. I meant anything. He could fuck me until he couldn't get hard. I'd blow him until not a drop of cum dribbled out. He could eat me; that goes without saying, until his tongue fell off. At the time, I'd never heard of ass fucking. If I had that would have been a no. That big Haitian cock would have killed me.

"You'd like to suck it again, wouldn't you? Tell me you want to wrap your pretty little white girl lips around my cock."

"Yes, Francois, but not quite yet. I'm cumming again. Wohooooo, wohoooo, wohooooo. Give me more of that big black locomotive."

After that last orgasm, Francois rolled off me, and within moments, my mouth was licking his cockhead.

As you know, after Misty told me how to suck Didier's cock up in Boston, I practiced a lot. Not that it was easy, but I knew how. My lips slid down Francois' very slick shaft. Slick from all the lube; slick from my pussy juices. It took a long while, but my lips felt the distinctive texture of his ball sack.

My lips went up and down. Francois looked at me and laughed, "Hanley those pretty lips are like a red locomotive."

I started making humming noises as I sucked, "wohooo, wohooo, wohoooo."

Francois looked down at me, and laughed. "Your white girl mouth is as good as your white girl pussy."

It took him a long time to cum which I was grateful for. It allowed me to suck and suck. My red lips like a locomotive. "Wohooo, wohooo, wohoooo." When Francois finally came, it was one of my greatest accomplishments. I could feel him throbbing against my lips. The combination of his cum, the lube and my pussy juices was grand.

"You can suck it anytime, Hanley," he smiled down at me.

"Thank you, Francois. I'm going to hold you to that. Your cock is marvelous."

For the next three days, Annie and I fucked and sucked those Haitian guys. I rarely left Francois' bed, and I only saw Annie a few times.

Maybe you think it was inevitable, but one day Francois and Jean suggested that we switch partners. "Don't get me wrong, Hanley, you're an amazing fuck, but I'd love to rub my face in Annie's bush."

Annie, who like me and the guys was sitting there naked, feet dangling in the pool, blushed and crossed her legs. Jean interrupted, "Annie, you're fabulous, but Francois told me that Hanley is a great cocksucker, I'd like to find out for myself."

"Jean," Francois interrupted, "don't forget Didier told us that Hanley was a fucking machine." Now, it was my turn to blush.

Annie and I both had to admit, it might be fun.

TO BE CONTINUED

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