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tettas, he started kissing her pussy. Kissed it all over. “Bellissima figa,” he mumbled, as he rubbed his face in her figa. “Bellissima, bellissima.”

Then Sophie thought the most improbable thing happened. Franco ate and ate. His tongue was like magic. She recalled how the Colonel ate her pussy, but that was years ago and she was a girl. Jean Claude’s tongue was good to her. Not like the way Franco ate her. “Sophie, you have the best tasting figa ever, thank you. I have to confess that at my age, I doubt there is anything more I can do. I hope you don’t mind.”

Sophie didn’t mind. She’d already had one orgasm; it was heavenly. Franco ate and ate. He didn’t or couldn’t get hard. She seen patients with that problem at the clinic but they were much younger. She didn’t mind because her orgasms were the most spectacular she’d ever had.

“Franco, my pussy is yours whenever you want it.”

“In Italian, it’s figa, and my tongue can’t enough of it.” He started again, and she was in orgasmic heaven again. “Yes, oh yes, Franco Frangellini’s figa is on fire. Franco keep eating me. You are a marvel.”

He mumbled, “tell me again what this is.”

“It’s Franco Frangellini’s figa. It’s all yours. Eat your figa some more.” She pushed his head back into her pussy or as she started to call it, her figa.”

Saturday morning, Franco started eating again. It would be a fairy tale to say he ate all day, but it seemed like it. Sophie never put on clothes the entire weekend.

She took a shower. When she came out of the bathroom, Franco was waiting for her in bed. She shed the towel. “Is Franco Frangellini ready for more of Franco Frangellini’s figa?” She giggled, got in bed with her legs spread.

There was more Sunday morning. Franco was so good to her that she didn’t miss getting fucked or giving him a blowjob. Then it was time. His plane flew her back to Salzburg and the clinic.

He called her every night. She answer the phone, “Hello.”

“How’s your figa?”

“Franco, it misses your tongue so much.” Sophie was lying in bed. She lifted her nightgown and slipped her hand inside her panties.

“And I miss the taste of your figa. When can I see you again?”

“Franco, remember, it’s your figa. It’s all yours. I must tell you that just thinking of what you do to me has Franco Frangellini’s figa drenched, but I have to work at the clinic this weekend. Next weekend?” It was a question, but more than that, Doctor Egger was pleading.

Franco’s plane arrived Friday late afternoon, and she was at his chalet in the Italian Alps by dark. “Franco, I’ve missed you.” She undressed for him, then sat down with her legs spread.

“Sophie, your figa looks more beautiful than I remember.”

“Franco, I think you mean Franco Frangellini’s figa looks more beautiful than you remember. Franco, you know it’s all yours.”

Like two weeks ago, Franco Frangellini got on his knees and stayed there most of the weekend. Sophie held his head and slowly fucked him. His tongue was better than she remembered. “Make love to my figa, Franco.”

Although to be fair, more than once while he was on his back, Sophie stood over him and slowly lowered herself. “How does Franco Frangellini’s figa look from here?” she giggled and soon her figa was fucking his face. Sophie could make herself cum like that. It was marvelous.

Best of all, he mumbled, “Franco Frangellini loves eating Franco Frangellini’s figa. There is no better taste in the whole world than the taste of Franco Frangellini’s figa.”

“Yes, Franco it’s all yours. My figa is all yours. Your tongue, Franco, oh your tongue.”

Once, sometimes twice a month, Sophie was Franco’s guest at his chalet. Once, sometimes twice a month, Franco spent a weekend on his knees with his tongue in Sophie’s lovely figa.

Like all men, Franco Frangellini was always looking. In Monte Carlo he found a twenty-one-year old Moroccan who thought his tongue was the greatest thing, and because of her youth, her beauty, and her taste, he felt a little stirring in his pants. That didn’t happen with Sophie; it hadn’t happened in ages.

He didn’t call Doctor Sophie Egger.

Like all men, he bragged about his conquest. “Signori, this German doctor is so enamored with what I do to her she calls it Franco Frangellini’s figa.” They laughed, but they also took notes.

TO BE CONTINUED

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