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Two or three nights a week, she did not come home. Returning late the following morning, with a smile on her face.

There were arguments about her dress and the hours she kept.

Two months later, after a night and morning with Jacques Lazard, in which Jacques seemed even more entranced with the taste of her pussy. Reneé came home walking on air.

Her mother scolded her loudly for her unseemly behavior.

Reneé confronted her, "Mother, if you are going to live here, you have to adjust to the way people live. I love it here. I'm not leaving nor will I change. Perhaps you should return home."

The Queen started crying, and blurted out in Arabic that what bothered her most about her daughter's life was that she was jealous.

"Jealous? Jealous of me? What do you mean?"

Through her tears, Queen Xara explained how her husband, the King, rarely called on her for sex and even then, "he insisted I spread my legs; he mounted me, quickly finish and then sent me away."

"Oh???"

"And the last time was over five years ago. It was over so quick; I barely remember any of the details."

"Mother, do you want to live a sad, celibate, unfulfilled life like you're living or do you want more? Do you want the love of a man? Do you want a man with lust in his eyes for your body? A man who is begging to make love to you?"

"I do, but I have no idea where to start."

"Let's start with this. We're going shopping, but first come with me. Reneé and her mother were close to the same size, Reneé handed her mother a tee shirt and a short skirt. "Try these on."

When she was dressed, Xara insisted on wearing a bra, "Jamila, I just couldn't."

"Couldn't what?"

"Go out like this?"

"Of course you can. I know just the place where you can buy a completely new wardrobe. Ready?"

It took another month before Xara which was how she preferred to be introduced: as opposed to Queen Xara or Your Highness, was comfortable walking the beach in her one-piece bathing suit. Over the bottom of that swimsuit, she wore what amounted to men's basketball shorts. Shaving her legs was common in her native country, but doing any grooming of her pubic area was something she couldn't fathom.

Jamila, as she was now called by just about everyone, still walked the beach early in the morning naked. Later, joined her mother, but to help her through this transition, wore a more modest two-piece, not a string bikini.

To be correct, she wasn't Jamila Al-Habib, she was Jamila Bonappetit. Although her mother spoke French, she didn't make the connection to her daughter's chosen name and pussy eating. Even though she was forty-years-old, it wasn't something she'd ever heard of.

Occasionally, a new lover, would raise his head from between her legs, "Jamila, you have the perfect name. Your pussy is so good to eat." And Jacques Lazard with his magic tongue told her that all the time. She reveled in their words, but actions speak louder than words.

"Thank you, but please give me more of your tongue. It's so good to my pussy," she giggled as she pushed Jacques' head or whoever tonight's lover was, back into her pussy.

Xara was still uncomfortable as they passed strangers or stopped to chat with Jamila's friends on their walks. The friends and strangers were usually naked, although some women wore bottoms. None wore tops. Behind her sunglasses, Xara tried to avoid looking; she especially tried to avoid looking at naked men.

Jamila still spent two or three nights a week with one of her lovers. It could be Louis Arsenault, Didier DuBois, Jacques Lazard or another lover. Sometimes it was a man she'd just met. By morning, her mouth and pussy were best friends with his cock, and all those men seemed captivated by the taste of her pussy. Not that all of them were great lovers.

One day when Jamila returned home after a night enjoying Didier's huge cock in her pussy and her mouth, Xara confronted her, "Jamila, I told you that it's been years and years since I've been with a man, and the only man I was with was your father, the King."

"And you want to meet a man? That's wonderful Mother."

"But how would I meet someone, and Jamila, I'm embarrassed to tell my daughter, I'm not sure what to do."

"Mother, do you want to have dinner and perhaps go to a movie with a man or are you looking for more?"

Xara blushed. Looking at her mother's face, Jamila knew the answer.

"Okay, Mother. I know lots of men who would gladly fuck you."

"Jamila!!!"

"Mother that is what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes, but . . ."

"I'll find just the right man for you."

In fact, Jamila didn't know ‘just the right man.' She knew lots of men, and intimately, but who was right for her mother? From what she could gather, her mother had never been eaten; had never given a blowjob. "It's almost like she's a virgin. How can I explain that to any of my male friends? This is my mother I'm talking about."

Walking the beach by herself, naked, early one morning, she ran into her old friend, Diana, with whom she'd gone on Louis Arsenault's yacht to that private island. As you may recall, Diana even at fifty-something had the most spectacular tits, and as Jamila looked through her sunglasses, the biggest bush ever. "Diana, are you still seeing Tomas?"

"No, we broke up a while ago. Why?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. My mother's visiting and I'm trying to find a date for her."

"A date or a lover? Tomas was marvelous in bed, but it was just time for me to move on. Jamila, my new boyfriend is about your age, and he's marvelous. He never quits, if you know what I mean," she smiled.

Diana gave Jamila Tomas' phone number, and three days later, she met him for coffee. Her mother wasn't present or aware. Like Diana, Tomas was in his fifties.

Jamila explained about her mother. "She hasn't been fucked in five years?" He was incredulous.

"And Tomas, I think she wants it bad."

"And she's forty-years-old?"

"Yes. Please, Tomas."

"Jamila, you know men talk, from what I've heard, I'd much rather spend the night with you than with your mother. It's been ages since a woman your age has shown any interest in me."

Diana said that Tomas was a good lover. It wouldn't hurt to sleep with him just once. She'd fucked worse. "If I sleep with you, will you agree to see my mother. Let me blunt, Tomas. She's desperate for some cock."

Her night with Tomas was not a waste of Jamila's time. His tongue was better than she expected and as she writhed beneath him, she thought he'd be ideal for her mother. "Come on Tomas, keep fucking me just like that. Your cock is so good."

She was pleasantly surprised when he wanted to do her a second time. "Jamila, I'd love to get your pussy ready for my cock with my tongue."

"You have the most marvelous ideas. Tomas, my pussy is all yours."

Jamila thought his tongue was even better, and then the fucking was grand. Tomas ran out of energy before he came. After all he was in his fifties. "Tomas, why don't you let me finish you with my mouth?"

It had been almost thirty years since he'd had a blowjob from someone Jamila's age, and he'd never had one from someone so talented.

In the morning, Jamila blew him again, reminding him of his promise to do her mother.

When she got home, Jamila explained to her mother about Tomas. "Mother, he knows you'll be nervous. He'll be gentle . . ." She didn't mention that she'd just left his bed and that she knew him intimately.

"And patient."

Jamila took her shopping again for her date.

A week later, Xara wore a white blouse that showed almost no cleavage, but Jamila insisted on one size smaller than she was comfortable wearing. Like her daughter, Xara had large, beautiful breasts. Her husband, the King, had ignored them, eager to mount her.

Jamila picked out a black demi-bra which hooked in front. "You can see it through my blouse."

"Mother," Jamila laughed, "you don't expect to have your blouse or this bra on very long, do you?"

She blushed, and insisted on pants. "I'm not comfortable showing off my legs."

"It'll be more difficult for him to get to what he wants and what you want him to have with pants on," her daughter reminder her.

"I know, but I don't want him to think . . ."

Oh, mother, why are you going to his house? Tomas knows why you're going to his house."

"I know, I know, but . . ."

Jamila drove her. "Just call me when you're ready to come home. I won't expect your call until morning," Jamila smiled.

She didn't drive away until Tomas answered the door and waved.

Once he closed the door, Tomas didn't hesitate to take her in his arms. "Xara, you are a very beautiful woman." "Thank you, Tomas."

Then he kissed her using his tongue. He was shocked.

Xara had no idea what he was doing. Her husband never did that. In fact, he barely kissed her at all before he started.

Tomas hands went to the buttons on her blouse. "Xara, I'm not good at unbuttoning a woman's blouse, maybe you could help me," he mumbled as his tongue continued. Reluctantly, her tongue was moving but unsurely.

"Ummmm, I-I-I'll try. Her hands shook as she undid first one button, then another and another. It seemed to take forever.

Tomas kissed her neck and her now partially exposed breasts. He was anxious to get to them and was trying to unbutton Xara's blouse, while Xara was trying to unbutton her blouse. "Let me, Tomas, let me." She finished unbuttoning her blouse and with still shaking hands unhooked her bra.

"Oh Xara, they're so beautiful, thank you for letting me have them." His mouth found a nipple.

"Tomas, yes, Tomas." On the few occasions the King wanted anything to do with her breasts, he was rough, anxious to get on top of her.

His other hand held her other breast. "Lovely, they're lovely," he whispered. "My bedroom is this way."

Xara followed him holding her blouse and bra closed. Tomas took off his shirt on the way to his bedroom.

He sat on the bed and indicated that she should sit on his lap. Xara complied and soon they were kissing again. This time, she eagerly used her tongue.

Tomas' hands were all over her tits. "Let me take these off," Xara volunteered as she completely removed her blouse and bra.

"Xara, you have the most beautiful . . ."

"Call them tits, Tomas. It sounds so risqué. I'd like that."

"As I was saying you have the most beautiful tits." Then he fell back on the bed with Xara on top of him, those tits in her face.

"Do you really think so? No one's ever called them beautiful before."

"Let me tell you, there's something wrong with those men."

"Thank you, Tomas. I'm sure Jamila told you I don't have much experience, but I'd like you to do more."

"Are you sure because that would entail you taking off your pants?" He smiled.

"Ummmmm, I suppose it does. Can we get under the blankets?"

"Of course, but then I'm going to take my pants off, too."

Under the constraints of the blankets, they both undressed. Once down to his briefs, Tomas rolled Xara on top of him. With his ex-girlfriend Diana, he'd become something of an expert on how to massage her spectacular tits in such a way to excite her. Now, he did the same with the inexperienced Xara.

Kissing, sucking, licking, fondling. "Tomas, you make me feel so good and not just these. You make me feel good all over."

"Rub them in my face, Xara."

She giggled as she did. "I never knew this could feel so good and be so much fun."

"You did say you wanted more." Tomas rolled her off and immediately put his hand between her legs.

"I did, Tomas, but be gentle. Let me do this." To his surprise, Xara took off her panties. When her husband, the King, did call for her, he expected that she wouldn't have any panties on and wouldn't hesitate to spread her legs for him. She didn't. He was the King, you know.

"I will." His hand went right to her pussy.

"Like tits, I think it would be risqué if you called it a pussy," she giggled and spread her legs.

"Well Xara, I'll bet your pussy is as delightful as your tits." His fingers were trying to find their way through her massive bush. ‘It's a lot like Diana's," he thought. He was talking about her huge bush which Diana had loved him to bury his face in.

Like all the women in her native country, Xara had never thought to trim, groom or shave. She shaved her legs but never touched her labia or pubic bone.

"Xara, I'll bet you have the tastiest pussy."

She froze. He wants to do what? She'd never heard of such a thing. Certainly, it wasn't something her husband ever did. The women in her country gossiped, but she'd never heard any woman even whisper in the strictest confidence of such a thing.

"Xara, it's okay. I know you'll enjoy it."

For the next few minutes, he continued playing with her tits using his mouth, tongue and lips, while his fingers played with her pussy. He didn't finger her; he just explored.

When he started kissing Xara's stomach, she started sighing. She was nervous, but anxious with anticipation. What would it be like? And why would any man want to do that?

For Tomas, he was sure of his skills as a pussy eater. Diana, among his other lovers, praised his skills as a pussy eater. Just last week, Xara's daughter, Jamila, had numerous orgasms from his tongue and praised his skill as a pussy eater. But would this woman, who apparently had no idea, praise his skills as a pussy eater? He liked that it. It excited him. When women told him how good his tongue was, it spurred him on to continue.

Once his tongue found its way through that vast black bush, Tomas slid his tongue up and down her slit. Her dark purple slit. "Xara, your pussy is so sweet."

Xara didn't know if that was good or bad, but it felt good and she wanted him to continue. Instinctively she put her hands on Tomas' head.

That was enough of a signal for him to continue and continue. Licking, finding her pussy hole, Tomas' tongue was busy. The one thing he didn't do was find her clitoris. He thought that might scare her.

Up and down her slit his tongue went. Diana liked that and the way she rewarded him was well worth it. He hoped Xara would, but did the woman know how? Jamila indicated that her mother knew nothing about blowjobs and perhaps not even about fucking, but she wasn't a virgin. Strange, Tomas thought.

Instinctively, and you might even say Tomas' tongue had a mind of its own. That tongue wormed it's way to Xara's clitoris.

For Xara it was like she stuck a finger in an electrical outlet. "Aaaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaw," she moaned. Uncontrollably, her ass began to move. To her surprise, Tomas left his tongue there, just as if she'd left her finger in that outlet. "Aaaaaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaaaaw,' her ass continued to move.

Ten minutes later, Tomas discovered that no woman reacted to his tongue the way Xara was reacting. Loud, clawing at the sheets, pulling his hair, begging him to give it to her, begging him to NOT stop eating her, although that was a word for what he was doing that she was unfamiliar.

Xara had never begged her husband to fuck her. She'd only begged in her head for him to hurry up and finish and get off her. Now, she was hoping that Tomas would never finish. "Xara, you have the tastiest pussy, but you know I'm going to want to fuck it."

"Yes, Tomas, please give it to me." Like I said, she'd never used those words with her husband. In fact, she'd never used the word fuck and didn't now. He started to crawl on top of her. She felt his wet face between her breasts. She liked that. "Xara, I promise, I'll eat your pussy again."

"Tomas that was so good." She could feel his cock probing her entrance. When her husband's cock was there, he just slammed it in. Not Tomas.

He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her clitoris, and rubbed it and rubbed it until she screamed with pleasure, aaaaaaaawwww, aaaaaaaaawwww, aaaaaaaaaawwww, please, Tomas."

Xara had no idea what was happening to her, but it had happened three times and his cock wasn't even inside her yet. That's right, she was forty-years-old and had never had an orgasm.

Tomas continued to rub his cock head against her clitoris, "Oh God, Tomas, Oh God, aaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaaww, aaaaaaaaw, oh Tomas, please."

His cock was just about average size, and Xara's pussy was so wet, it slipped inside her. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," she sighed. "Tomas, you make me feel so good. I'm going to want you to do whatever you did to me again."

Tomas smiled. He had not even started to fuck her yet. Now he did, slowly moving his cock in and out. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, that's so good. Just like that."

Soon Tomas was hammering away. He forgot Xara was relatively new to all this, and he just focused on banging that pussy. Tomas, like most guys thought pussy was pussy.

Soon the blankets were off and he was holding her by the ankles. Momentarily, Xara thought, "he can see all of me." Then Tomas rammed his cock deep inside her and all thoughts of modesty disappeared. Then he rammed his cock inside her again and again.

For Tomas, the fucking was good, not great, but he understood: she's new at this. Then he thought of something that Diana liked. Maybe Xara would like it, too. "Xara, I'd love to taste your delicious pussy again." Diana was always thrilled that he wanted to eat her some more.

Not so Xara. She thought for a moment that he was finished. "Please, Tomas, don't stop. It feel so good." She wanted him to use the word tits and pussy, but couldn't bring herself to say cock. For the time being she just called it "it."

He wasn't listening to her. Men think with their cocks and not their brains. Xara's pussy was so tasty that for a minute, Tomas was thinking with his tongue. He pulled out of her, and in seconds he was eating her again.

His tongue went right to her now engorged clitoris. "Aaaaaaaaawwww, aaaaaaaaaawww, aaaaaaaaww," she screamed. "Oh Tomas, oh Tomas, oh, oh, oh, oh my pussy, my pussy." Xara pulled his hair as she had another orgasm, and as he continued, another.

"Your pussy is so sweet, Xara. Eating it makes my cock so hard," he mumbled with his face in her enormous bush and his tongue playing with her clitoris.

"Please Tomas, give it to me. Please, it feels so good inside me. I want it."

Later, when they finished, they were both breathing hard. "Xara, you were amazing. If you give me some time, I'd like to do you again."

"Tomas, I never thought it could be like this. I'm yours anytime you want it. I mean, my pussy is yours any time you want it."

He laughed, "Xara, one thing you have to learn, men aren't like women. I won't be ready until morning."

She was puzzled, but shrugged her shoulders. "Can I sleep in your arms?"

In the morning, Tomas was up before Xara. He took a shower, put clean towels out for her and joined her in bed. She was just waking up. When she realized what had transpired last night, she had a big smile on her face. "are you ready now?"

"I am."

"Let me take a shower, if you're going to put your tongue where you put it last night, and I hope you do, I want my pussy nice and clean for you."

"You can count on that. Like I told you, you have the sweetest pussy."

Xara took a long, hot shower. She replayed last night in her head. When her soapy hands went to her breasts, she lingered more than usual and even tweaked her nipples. ‘Tomas, was so good to them.'

When she went to her vagina, like with her breasts, she lingered a long time. Using soap and water, she made sure she was as clean as possible. The soap and her hands were there so long, if there had been an observer, they would have thought she was masturbating. Something that was strictly forbidden in her home country.

Wrapped in a towel, she came out of the bathroom. For a moment, she forgot about last night, "don't look," she said, as she dropped the towel and quickly got under the blankets.

Then she was in his arms and his hands were all over her breasts. "I did tell you they were lovely last night, didn't I?"

"You could tell me again," she giggled.

Tomas was on his knees above her. He kissed one nipple, then the other. "Xara, you have the most beautiful tits I've ever had the pleasure of." Back and forth, kissing one then the other. "They're lovely. Thank you for giving them to me."

"After what you did to me, they're yours anytime."

He continued kissing and sucking them. "Did you say that you wanted your pussy nice and clean for me? Is this what you had in mind?"

He started kissing her lower. She pushed his head down, "oh Tomas, you read my mind. Please, like last night, please."

By the time Tomas was between her legs, the blankets were off completely. This morning, Xara barely noticed that she was laying there, completely naked, with her legs spread. Modesty was no longer in her vocabulary.

Tomas was not in the class of Jacques Lazard as a pussy eater, but was a very good lover, as Jamila discovered for herself. Of course, Xara didn't know any better.

After rubbing his face in her thick bush, Tomas licked her slit and her pussy hole, enjoying her fragrance and her taste. It was only then his tongue wiggled its way to her clitoris.

Now, that Xara was somewhat prepared, her orgasms, although she'd didn't know what they were, were much more intense than last night. With her hands holding his head and her legs wrapped around it, she was fucking him, although she would not have called it that.

This morning, she was noisier than last night, and those orgasms seemed to come one right after the other. "Please Tomas come up here. You know what I want. Aaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaah, oh Tomas, please I need it."

"You want me to stop?" Tomas' muffled voice asked. Muffled by his tongue buried in her pussy.

"No, yes. Please keep making me feel good. Your tongue is so good to my pussy. Make me feel good again."

After another wild orgasm, Tomas mounted her and just like last night, rubbed his cock against her clitoris before entering her pussy, and yes, all that rubbing caused another orgasm.

Forty-year-old Queen Xara Dawoud had more orgasms in the past twelve hours than she'd had in her whole life, and she didn't even know what an orgasm was.

Tomas slowly started fucking her. Xara was having none of this slowly stuff. She moved her hips and ass; her pussy greedy for more. "Come on, Tomas. Give me all of it. I want it all. Give it to me like last night, please. My pussy needs it."

Tomas started banging her, then slowed down. "Your pussy needs what?"

"Please Tomas, keep giving it to me. I need it."

"Need what?"

"You're going to make me say it, aren't you?"

"Xara, it will free you. Say it. Xara's pussy needs to get fucked by Tomas' big cock." His cock was all the way in, but there wasn't much movement. And as Diana will attest. Tomas was a good lover, but his cock wasn't what she'd call big. In her fifty-something years, she had many that were way bigger. Xara didn't know the difference.

He liked to hear it. Xara took a deep breath, and looked him in the eyes, "Xara's pussy needs to be fucked by Tomas' big cock."

"That's my good girl." He started fucking her faster, then faster. She joined him, bouncing her ass off the bed. "Tell me, Xara, tell me what you want."

"Tomas, fuck me. Fuck my pussy good. Just like that. Oh yeah. Your big cock is so good to me."

"And my tongue. Does your pussy love my tongue?"

"Tomas, oh Tomas, your tongue is the best thing ever. My pussy loves your tongue."

"And my tongue loves your pussy." They continued to fuck each other. Involuntarily Xara put her legs on Tomas' back."

"Oh yeah, just like that fuck me just like that."

Of course, Tomas, at his age could not go all morning. "Tomas, I've never spent a better morning."

He was snuggling against her breasts, breathing hard. "Xara, for someone who doesn't know what she's doing, you are one great fuck."

"Tomas, I never thought it could be so good. Thank you."

"Anytime, baby, anytime."

"Ummm, Tomas, Jamila expects me home today, but I'd like to stay. If you'll have me."

"If you stay, does that mean you'd like me to eat your pussy and fuck you?"

"As often as you want." She held him against those breasts.

Xara didn't leave for three more days. And yes, they fucked and Tomas ate. The only reason they stopped was that Jamila rang Tomas' doorbell. "Mother, I was worried about you. I haven't heard from you."

At the moment, Xara was sitting up in Tomas' bed with a sheet covering her breasts. "Jamila, Tomas and I were having so much fun, but I suppose I should come home. Let me get dressed. Thank you for introducing me to Tomas. He's taught me so much."

Tomas and Jamila left the bedroom while Xara dressed. Jamila laughed, "so you've taught my mother so much, huh?"

"When you said she didn't have much experience, I didn't think you meant she didn't know anything."

"Have you taught her about blowjobs?"

"Oh Jamila, I'm not much of a gentleman, but this is your mother we're talking about."

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