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Reneé smiled when, while sipping her drink, she surreptitiously looked at his cock. It was all shriveled up and wrinkly, almost invisible through his pubic hair. She thought of Pierre in France and his small, worm-like cock, which grew and grew and gave her pussy and her mouth hours and hours of pleasure. And she thought of her American friends, Ginny and Cindy. "You can't always tell a book by its cover." They explained that the wrinkly ones had a lot of room for growth.

Jacques asked her to dinner and later to his home. When he was making love to her with his tongue, she thought his name was appropriate. That magic tongue found places rarely found by men and it was so gentle on her clitoris. "His tongue must be like a lizard's," she thought as that tongue did her for the second time on their first night together.

In the morning, "Jacques, it's only fair that I please you in the same way that you pleased me."

"Only if you want to, Reneé. I would be pleased to enjoy your luscious pussy again." Of course, he would. At his age, it had been since he was in his twenties that he had the pleasure of young pussy.

Since coming to the island, he'd been with a few women; all his age. They had been more than willing but he didn't find much pleasure in their old pussies. Like any man, Jacques liked to fuck, and loved blowjobs, but there was something special about eating pussy.

Last night was special. Reneé's young, bare, tasty pussy was a delight, and she let him enjoy it until he was exhausted. He'd like more of that this morning, but if a girl like Reneé, and he did think of her as a girl, wanted to suck his cock, how could he turn that down?

Jacques Lazard could. "Reneé, it might help to get my cock hard if I could enjoy your pussy like last night."

What girl could turn that down?

His tongue didn't quit until mid-morning, but only because he was worn out.

As for Reneé: Jacques' tongue was extraordinary; among the best she'd ever had. Her orgasms were wild and numerous times she begged for his cock, but he just kept eating and she kept cumming. It was a marvelous morning.

It wasn't until their third date that Reneé gave him a blowjob and the forth date before he fucked her. Reneé, of course, was correct, his cock grew, but not all that much. When fully erect, it was just about average; perhaps a little less.

The fucking was about the same: about average, perhaps a little less.

Reneé saw Jacques for the next six months, but only because of his marvelous tongue. She reminded herself and him that she was not ready or interested in an exclusive relationship. One day, she was reclining on a beach chair under an umbrella, nude of course. It was something she made a habit of. To hide her Arab ancestry and gorgeous olive skin from her father's spies, she joined the Europeans who were all anxious to get a tan. Of course, she didn't need a tan, but it made her fit in. She did worry about her black as night nipples giving her away.

On this particular day she had her eyes closed, "excuse me, madam." Quickly, Reneé grabbed her cover up. It was one thing to walk the beach naked and to sunbath naked, it was another to have a strange man stand over her, ogle her and perhaps drool over her naked breasts and bare pussy.

"Yes?"

"My name is Louis Arsenault, and for the last few months I've seen you here, walking the beach, at the pool. This morning, I got up the courage to talk to you."

She sat up, put the cover up on. "Well, Louis, have a seat." Only then did she note that Louis whatever he said his name was, was the handsomest man she'd ever seen. ‘Too bad,' she thought, ‘he's covered.' By that she meant he was wearing one of those skimpy bathing suits favored by European men. There wasn't much of a bulge, but she reminded herself about books and covers.

"I shouldn't think it takes a lot of courage to talk to me. I don't bite."

"I didn't think you did. I'm a little shy. I have a boat, and some friends and I are having a picnic tomorrow on an island just a few miles away. Won't you join us?"

Reneé was a sucker for handsome men. Who isn't? The fact that he was her father's age was an added bonus.

The island was more of a big sandbar, about a mile off shore. During a hurricane it was often underwater. On this day, it was what Louis said, a small island with dunes and the most amazing beach.

There were three other couples; two Louis' age and the third, close to Reneé's age. The others seemed to know each other, and by the time they anchored, Reneé was comfortable with all of them.

Like the other women, Reneé wore a two-piece swim suit with a cover up. Although once they left the dock, one of the women, Diana, who was with Tomas, took off her cover up and top.

Reneé smiled. Of course, Diana took off her top. She may have been in her fifties, but Reneé thought she had the most spectacular breasts: big perfect orbs without a hint of sag. Nor did it seem that she had plastic surgery.

Numerous men had been awed by Reneé's breasts. In bed, they adored them and couldn't wait to get their hands and mouth on them. This woman had Reneé jealous.

They brought food and drink to the island. Soon, everyone was naked. The two older women had pubic hair. Diana's dark bush was like a beacon against her pale skin. The woman Reneé's age, Laura, had a pussy as bare as Reneé's.

They played games, laughed and splashed in the surf. As the sun reached its apex, couples disappeared. Louis led Reneé into the dunes where there was some shade. He spread a blanket and soon they were in an embrace.

Of course, Reneé knew what he had in mind. She could feel his rising cock against her thigh. When his hand went to her breast, "you know, Reneé, you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."

She removed his hand. "Louis, not here."

"Did I hear you right? You're not saying no, You're saying not here."

"Louis, I'd consider fucking you, but not out here with your friends just over there."

By over there, Reneé meant that just over the crest of the dune, among some scrubs and bushes, she could hear the woman with the spectacular breasts, Diana. "Tomas, tell me you love my pussy. Your tongue loves my pussy; it makes me feel so good."

For the next hour, Reneé and Louis kissed and snuggled. Eventually, she allowed him, "Reneé, you have the most beautiful titties," he said as his tongue played with a nipple.

"Louis, you know how to make them feel special. Kiss them some more. I love the way you squeeze them and suck them."

When his hand went between her legs, "Like I said, not here. Maybe when we get back." She pushed his hand away, but smiled as she guided it back to her breast.

Nor did she explore his cock. She did feel its hardness against her leg. Of course it was hard, he was playing with her tits.

All the while, she could hear Diana. "That's it, baby. Give Diana that big cock. I've been anxious for it all morning. Fuck me; fuck me harder."

Louis laughed. "I wonder how Tomas finds what he's looking for among that enormous mass of hair."

"Listening to Diana, apparently he's not having any trouble," Reneé whispered and giggled.

When they returned to the marina. "Reneé, you can shower at my house and then we can have dinner at the Surfsider," Louis offered.

"Thank you, no. I don't have any clothes. I'll go home, change and meet you there." She wasn't putting him off. All she had with her was that two-piece swim suit and the cover up.

At home, in the shower, she thought of what she'd wear. The Surfsider was a casual restaurant favored by boaters. She soaped her breasts and thought of what Louis had done to them this afternoon. Then she thought of Diana. ‘I hope mine are still like that when I'm her age.'

When her hand got to her pussy. She thought, "Yes, Louis can have this tonight. I wonder if he's as good with his tongue as Jacques. But I'd love a good fucking too. No, I could use a good fucking.'

She was scheduled for a wax next week, and as she washed, ‘I need to do a little down there. If Louis wants it, it should be enticing.'

After finishing in the shower, she sat on the side of the tub with her razor.

An hour later she walked into the Surfsider. As she hoped to do, Reneé turned heads. Tonight, she'd be with Louis, but there would be other nights and hopefully other men.

What made those heads turn? With her youthful breasts, there was no need for a bra. She was wearing a white halter. It just barely showed the outline of her dark nipples.

Her skirt was so short that when she sat down and crossed her legs, her bikini style panties were visible. That skirt emphasized her ass. She'd discovered that men thought she had a great ass. One of the things she missed was belly dancing naked for the man she was with. She couldn't take the chance that some random lover would put two and two together and figure that she was the missing Middle Eastern princess.

Before she knew her father's men were looking for her, not only had she entertained her lovers with a naked belly dance, but she did a belly dance while she was underneath them and she did a belly dance when she was on top of them with their cock inside her. It wasn't her belly that intrigued men, it was her ass and the way she moved it when they were fucking.

Tonight, she hoped to move it for Louis Arsenault.

At the restaurant Diana and Laura were there, waiting for their men. "Reneé, you look fabulous," Laura said. "I wish I had boobs like you two," she whined.

Diana, the fifty-something with spectacular tits was also bra-less. Yes, at her age those tits still didn't need support. Of course, Reneé's didn't either. That's what Laura was complaining about.

"I heard there's a very talented plastic surgeon on the Dutch side. You could have boobs like Reneé in no time," Diana told her.

"I've thought about it, but Andre says he doesn't care what's in my bra. He's more interested in what I have in my panties."

"Lucky girl," Reneé laughed.

Just then Andre, Tomas and Louis walked in. Dinner was a lot of laughs but a few hours later, Louis invited Renne to his house. This time she said yes. "I'd like more than just your lovely titties tonight."

At the moment, they were both getting undressed. It was the best night Reneé had had in ages. At least since Jacques Lazard's tongue did her pussy.

Louis Arsenault not only had a very nice tongue, but his cock, oh his cock. "Louis, it fits so perfectly in my pussy. Thank you, thank you, keep giving it to me. Louis, oh Louis, your cock, oh your cock."

Even at his age, he was able to fuck her twice that night and, in the morning, Reneé made another discovery. "Louis," she said, wiping a little cum from the corner of her mouth, "your cock is a perfect fit for my mouth and you taste so good."

A week later, Louis took Reneé in his boat to that deserted island. Just the two of them and they had the whole island to themselves. Louis ate, Reneé sucked and they fucked. With the sounds of the surf in the background, Reneé thought it was the most romantic afternoon of her life. She had stars in her eyes the entire sail back.

That night, Reneé thanked Louis for a wonderful night. She found that Louis liked sitting on the edge of the bed while she was on her knees, and as he got close stood up while she continued to suck until he filled her mouth. Even then she continued, savoring every inch of his dying cock and every drop of his man cream.

She liked that. She felt so submissive on her knees with him standing over her and his cock in her mouth. Over the next months, she willingly and frequently found herself in that position. She also found herself on her back, legs spread and either Louis' cock or tongue in her pussy. Louis was an incredible lover.

As with Jacques Lazard, Reneé made it clear that she had no interest in a monogamous relationship.

Speaking of Jacques Lazard, every month or so he'd call Reneé and beg her to allow him to enjoy her pussy with his tongue. That's all he wanted. He promised her, "Reneé, I have no interest in fucking you or having you suck my cock, but your pussy, oh, your delicious pussy. If I could only . . ."

"Jacques, why don't we plan on tomorrow night?"

He was a man of his word. Hour after hour his tongue licked her pussy; only on occasion doing her clitoris bringing her the most intense orgasms. That's how they spent the night. In the morning, she found that her fingernails had scratched the headboard. It brought back the most amazing memories.

Jacques wasn't a man Reneé would or could be with all the time, but every month or so, oh my. She walked on air for a week.

She was discreet, but took a number of other lovers. She found some to be disappointing: they had small cocks or were lousy fucks or didn't know how to use their tongues. Then there was Louis Arsenault and Jacques Lazard.

I should tell you about sixty-two-year-old Didier DuBois.

The first night she spent with him, Reneé's hand discovered a cock, larger than she'd encountered since France. She just had to become more familiar with it. They were in bed less than a half hour before she went down on him.

Didier had the cock she'd fantasized about. Long and fat. Her mouth struggled to take it. For over an hour she struggled to get more than a few inches in her mouth. It had been so long since she'd had one this big that she thought she'd forgotten how. Finally, she had more than half in her mouth; it was then that she began to make love to it. Up and down her lips went. Up and down.

It wasn't until her second orgasm and Dider's first, that she quit. "You have the most delicious cock. Didier, when you're ready, I'll want it again."

"And you, madam, have the most delightful mouth. I'll be glad to give it to you again, but you know at my age it'll take a while, and Reneé, I'd love to give it to your pussy, too."

It took her another week before Reneé allowed Didier to fuck her. That's how much she enjoyed sucking that big cock. If Louis Arsenault was a perfect fit for her pussy, Didier's stretched it until every nerve ending inside her screamed with pleasure.

Every time she was with him, "Didier, you make my life so difficult. I love sucking your cock so much. I want to take more and more of it and at the same time, when you fuck me, I don't want you to stop."

It was just a month after she'd fallen for Didier DuBois' cock that her life changed.

TO BE CONTINUED

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