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Corfu in Greece. “Have fun. You deserve some vacation time, and you might find some subjects for future use on our website.”

It didn’t work out like that. Compared to the five-star hotels we’d been staying in, the hotel on Corfu was shabby, but the beach looked gorgeous. We agreed we’d change into our swimsuits and meet in the lobby.

Walking to the beach, we saw a sign in Greek and in English: “This is not a clothing optional beach. This is a clothing discouraged beach.” We stood there, stunned.

No, I wasn’t going to take off my swimsuit and walk around naked. Sandra had other ideas. She took off her cover up, “Micah, Mal, you’re going to be the first men to ever see these.” She unhooked the top of her two-piece and took it off.”

Frankly, I turned away. Not because I didn’t want to look at her tits; it was that we had to work together, and I knew Sandra had no interest in me or Micah.

Speaking of Micah. “Like Maria Marankis said, it pays to advertise.” He took off his European-style bathing suit.

Hanging between his legs was the longest fattest cock I’d ever seen. “Micah, what the hell is that?” Sandra gasped.

To clarify, the only cocks I’d ever seen were in photo shoots our website did. Some of those actors were big; but I don’t remember any like Micah’s and of course, he wasn’t hard.

I was definitely not going to get naked now. I felt so inadequate. “Sandra, Mal, Mrs. Janowicz pays well, but you have no idea how much some men will pay to become familiar with this. I’m going to take a walk along the beach; see you in a few days.”

The beach was indeed a clothing discouraged beach. Men and women of all ages were sunbathing, frolicking in the water or like Micah walking the beach. Maybe they were advertising, too.

“Mal, why don’t you get in touch with Maria Marankis on Crete? Maybe she’s free for a few days.”

“What are you going to do?” I was trying to not make eye contact with her tits.

“Me? Perhaps there’s a young woman Hava Gjika’s age who might find these enjoyable. Just let me know what you’re going to do. Remember, next Wednesday be in Barcelona.” She smiled and started walking along the beach in the opposite direction as Micah.

I texted Maria more as a lark than anything. To my surprise she texted back, “just let me know your flight and I’ll meet you at the airport.” If you recall Maria Marankis was over fifty, and of course, had among the most beautiful pussies in the world.

To my further surprise, there was regular air service between Corfu and Crete. Before dark, I was in Heraklion, and shortly after dark, “Mal, I didn’t think you’d want to see a woman my age again. Was it the taste of my mouni that brought you here?” She pushed my head down.

I didn’t hesitate. “I’m still not sure how you like it.”

“Don’t worry, Maria will guide you. Be my good boy and kiss my mouni with your tongue.” An hour later my tongue was doing her pussy the way she liked it. Maria was in orgasmic bliss, and my cock could not have been any harder.

Her pussy wasn’t just beautiful, but sweeter than sweet. I ate and ate until she insisted on my cock. I was hoping for a blowjob.

That didn’t happen until the next morning, but I wasn’t disappointed. Maria was a non-stop, loud, bed rattling fucking machine. “MAL, OOOOH, MAL, YOUR COCK, OOOOH YOUR COCK. KEEP FUCKING MY MOUNI. MY MOUNI LOVES YOUR COCK.”

“And my tongue?”

“Oh yes. Your tongue is so good to Maria, but right now fuck me harder.”

At my age, I could fuck all night. The surprise was that at her age, so could Maria, and even better, she was awake early the next morning and insisted on putting my cock in her mouth. “Mal, you were so good to me last night. I know how much men like to get their cocks sucked. Don’t deny me the pleasure of pleasing you.” Then my cock was back in her mouth.

Above I said, even now that I’m in my sixties, Maria had the best tasting pussy ever. That blowjob was just as memorable.

After a shower and breakfast, we were back in bed. When I first interviewed Maria, Sandra and Micah claimed that she would drain my cock; they weren’t wrong. It was apparent that unspoken it might have been Maria’s goal this time, too.

Fucking, eating, cocksucking. The days flew by. I slept on the plane to Barcelona, with a change of flights in Rome.

To my surprise, Sandra was on the same flight. We convinced our fellow passengers to let us sit together.

“What were you doing in Rome?” I asked.

“It didn’t work out for me in Corfu, so I gave Vittoria a call. She was able to move around some of her clients, and we spent four glorious days in bed,” she smiled.

“I’m glad you had fun.”

“I did, and as I told Vittoria, I thought she tasted far superior to the first time we were together., and I told her so. Mal, you’d wouldn’t believe what she told me.”

“I can’t imagine.”

“Well, Vittoria had just finished with a male customer just minutes before I arrived. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to taste that beautiful and delicious grotta, which she insisted I call her pussy. My tongue was having the best time. Sandra, “she said, “my grotta is filled with man cream. Lick it all up; lick my grotta clean.”

“I did, oh I did and I didn’t even think twice about it,” she blushed, which was probably a first for Sandra. “I’m certain that for the first time in my life, I tasted cum.”

I just looked at her and laughed. “So, Sandra, maybe blowjobs are in your future?”

“No, no, but when I told Vittoria how much I love the taste of her grotta like that, she didn’t forget. Anyhow, the next two days, we took turns making love to each other’s pussies or as Vittoria preferred, grotta. Mal, I’ve missed an enthusiastic lover like that, and since Vittoria was so new at womanly love, she couldn’t get enough of my pussy.”

“What did you mean she didn’t forget about how good she tasted after she’d been fucking some guy?”

“Oh that. If it wasn’t so good, I’d be embarrassed to tell you. Our last night together she insisted that she needed some sleep and asked me to get a hotel room. I was pissed off about that. Her tongue had become so good about making my pussy sing.

She found a hotel room for me just a few blocks from her flat. I was surprised when my phone rang about 2 AM, “Sandra, it’s Vittorio, my beautiful grotta is in need of your tongue, Can you come right away, please?”

“Now?”

“Now, please, my door will be unlocked.”

I was a little hesitant about walking around in a strange place at night, but Vittoria was adamant. When I got there, all the lights were on and she was lying on her bed, legs spread. “Sandra, tell me my grotta is beautiful?”

I did, but you know me, Mal, looking at it wasn’t going to be enough. I started kissing her bush, her pussy lips. “Vittoria, you’ve never tasted so good.”

She giggled, “I had scheduled five clients for tonight and I couldn’t afford to cancel. My grotta is so sore, and Sandra, it’s filled with all their man cream. I made sure not to let a drop go to waste. I knew you’d like that,” she giggled, and I ate. I ate and ate until her grotta was as clean as it was after she took a bath.

“Sandra,” I laughed, “I think you should try a man. You wouldn’t need a middleman.”

“The very idea of a cock in my mouth makes me ill, but that night and morning, I just couldn’t get enough of Vittoria’s grotta.”

When Sandra got back to New York, she made it a point to visit prostitutes. It’s not what you think; maybe not exactly what you think. She convinced four of these women that when they had a very busy night fucking, she’d be interested in eating their pussies. “And you’d pay me?” They each asked.

Sandra made them an offer which was equivalent to what those women charged men.

She dated other Lesbians, but for the next three years, every other month she’d see those sex workers. “Mal, there is nothing like the taste of their pussies after, well you know.”

But right now, our flight was landing in Barcelona and Micah was waiting at the hotel.

TO BE CONTINUED

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