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Some of these women didn’t speak English, but the expression on their faces when he mounted them, told him all he needed to know. Like Professor Adele and the women at university, many wanted to please him with their lips, tongue and mouth. All of them wanted him to please them with his tongue.

It didn’t matter: Italy, Hungary, Finland, Russia, women made themselves available. Their eyes got bigger as Cubby slowly pushed in; always with the assistance of some intimate lubricant. “Yah, yah, yah, yah,” they moaned which seemed to be universal code words as he slammed into them and their ass lifted him off the bed.

Pussy tasted the same; women willingly sucked his cock the same.

Then his paper sent him to Asia. He was based in Tokyo, but frequently traveled to Manila, Hong Kong, Mumbai among other cities. Petite Japanese and Chinese women liked riding his cock. They liked being impaled on his cock; bouncing on it.

A twenty-five-year-old Hong Kong woman named Wai demonstrated a skill like no other. She made his cock completely disappear down her throat.

Cubby made sure to fly through Hong Kong three or four times a year. It was a two-way street. “Cubby, my táohuāyuán has missed your tongue.”

“Your what?”

“My táohuāyuán. You know, my pussy. It literally means garden of peach blossoms. Like I said, it’s missed your tongue. Ever since you called to say you were coming, it’s been dripping.” Wai spread her legs and Cubby got on his knees and stayed that way until she begged to get fucked.

In Mumbai, a thirty-year-old politician, who he was covering and up for re-election named Maya, and Cubby started seeing each other. “Cubby, you must be eating lots of Indian food; you taste like curry,” she said after finishing him in her mouth.

Later, “Maya, the things your pussy does to my cock is like magic. I’ve never been fucked like the way you fuck me.”

She laughed, “That’s so funny. Maya means magic. Cubby likes Maya’s magic pussy. The question is does Cubby like the taste of Maya’s magic pussy? Some of my lovers claim it tastes like the sweetest savory curry.”

Mumbai became a favorite Asian stop over.

As often as possible he booked flights that had lay-overs in Hong Kong or Mumbai.

There were a series of wars in Africa; in Angola and South Sudan. He was sent there; based in Johannesburg. These were war zones; Cubby relished the work and didn’t hesitate to go where other journalists opted to avoid. He created a name for himself across sub-Sahara Africa, as a fearless reporter.

Not just for his journalism. Traveling through Botswana his guide was a twenty-three-year-old university graduate named Nnondi. She was a member of the country’s national basketball team and over six foot tall. When she wasn’t playing basketball she was among Botswana’s international tourist ambassadors.

Cubby met her while he was doing a story about South Sudan’s president in exile.

A dinner together led to a night in bed. “Nnondi, I wouldn’t be a gentleman if before I make love to you, I made love to you with my tongue.”

“Cubby, I’m no virgin but no one has ever done that to me. Are you sure?”

“Positive.” he went down on her.

When she insisted on getting fucked, there was never a fuck like Nnondi. Her longs legs interlocked on his back; her firm ass in motion. As an athlete, that firm ass was in constant motion.

They stayed together for two years through Cubby’s work covering the fighting across Africa. Only rarely did either of them mention race. “Cubby, I know there’s this myth about big Africans cocks, but I’ve got to tell you, I’ve never had a bigger one in my pussy or my mouth, and I’ve never been fucked like you fuck me.”

And “Nnondi, until you, I’d never had black pussy. I have to tell you, your pussy tastes delicious.”

“Oh Cubby, are you just saying that? You know you don’t have to sweet talk me for me to give you my pussy.” “I’m not. Let me show you.” It was the beginning of long pussy eating session. Followed by marathon fucking.

They were breathing hard. Nnondi laughed, “I’m ready for a second round whenever you are.” Her hand went to his cock. It wasn’t ready for a revival.

That was one of the few times words like black or white came up. Cubby’s cock came up often.

There wasn’t anything routine or mundane about sex. However, “Cubby, nothing gets my pussy ready like your tongue, and I assure you I will be more than happy to reciprocate.”

Cubby thought Nnondi’s pussy was the most delicious his tongue had been familiar with, and by this time there were many. Cubby thought Nnondi’s mouth was more talented than any that his cock had been familiar with, and by this time there were many. Cubby thought that Nnondi was the best fuck ever; and by this time there were many.

Renewed fighting broke out in near-by Angola. Cubby went in to report on the war, with Nnondi as his translator.

Less than a week after they arrived in the province of Cabinda, Cubby and Nnondi were trapped in a landmine field. Along with Angolan soldiers, mines exploded around them. Nnondi didn’t step on one, but one exploded near her and knocked her down. There was blood everywhere.

Unthinking an Angolan medic and Cubby rushed to her aid. The medic stepped on one.

The next thing Cubby knew, he was in a Johannesburg hospital. He’d lost lots of blood. No one knew anything about Nnondi. The doctors, led by Dr. Pieter Coetzee, pulled eight good size pieces of shrapnel from those landmines from his back. Cubby was fortunate, none hit his spinal column. Still, there were multiple surgeries; delicate and dangerous surgeries.

It was three months later that Cubby was transferred to a London hospital.

When he was ready to go back to work, the newsmagazine gave him a choice of assignments. “Sir, what I’d like is to do a story on the doctor who saved my life. You know, he’s worked on the front lines down there?”

“You want to go back there?”

“If that’s where the story is.” Cubby wasn’t only thinking of the story; he was thinking of Nnondi’s sweet pussy and talented mouth.

Dr. Pieter Coetzee was amenable to having Cubby Pendleton shadow him. Shadow him at the hospital in Johannesburg; shadow him into war zones; and shadow him when he attended conferences.

It was at a bar in Monte Carlo where Dr. Coetzee was the keynote speaker at a medical convention that Cubby overheard Franco Frangellini sing the praises of Dr. Sophie Egger.

Thats what brought him to her clinic. He tried but never found any information on Nnondi: dead or alive.

Sophie Egger: “Do you want to tell me about these?”

“Perhaps over dinner?”

She laughed, “I don’t date patients, but thank you.”

“Is there anything wrong with me?”

“Nothing that I can see.”

“Then I’m not a patient.”

“Well, you are persistent and I don’t have any plans for this evening.”

It had been over six months since Franco Frangellini’s tongue had pleasured Sophie’s pussy or if you’ll recall, he called it her figa. His tongue was so good to her, she began calling it Franco Frangellini’s figa. “Franco, make love to your figa. Your tongue is so good to your figa.”

Now, Cubby Pendleton was in her bed. “Sophie, it wouldn’t be right to make love to you without making love to you with my tongue.”

“Yes, Cubby, yes please.” It had been so long. She wanted it; she needed it. If it wasn’t Franco, maybe this almost stranger could take care of her aching, needy pussy.

Cubby could. His tongue was marvelous. His tongue knew instinctively where she liked it. Like Franco, he didn’t need any guidance. And like Franco, Cubby went on and on.

Sophie fucked his face. Sophie had an orgasm, then another and another. Involuntarily, “please, please, I need your cock. My pussy needs your cock.”

She’d never said that to Franco. He’d made it clear that at his age, he couldn’t get hard; couldn’t fuck her. But now, this man so much younger, so good with his tongue could; couldn’t he?”

Oh, Cubby could. His cock, so big, so hard filled her. “Cubby, go slow, it’s been a long time. I want it, but my pussy needs time to adjust to your size. It feels so big.”

In med school, doing rounds with doctors, in exam rooms, in residency and in her practice she’d seen cocks. Well, it was called a penis in those places, but they were all at rest.

In med school she’d learned that very few men (less than 1%) had more than a seven inch erect penis. Clearly Cubby was in that “very few men” category.

It had been a few years since she’d been fucked; been fucked by the wonderfully, skilled Jean Claude Pitou.

It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy Franco Frangellini. What woman wouldn’t? All she had to do was lay back and let Franco’s tongue do the unimaginable. He adored her pussy; he worshipped her pussy. She smiled thinking of Franco Frangellini’s figa.

If Cubby fucked as good as he ate, she’d give it to him. It would be Cubby Pendelton’s pussy.

An hour later, it was Cubby’s pussy. The fucking was incredible, and Sophie knew it wasn’t just that it had been a long time. It was his big cock, his stamina; to say nothing about the way he ate her.

Then it happened. They were rolling around on the bed; grunting, groaning, moaning. Cubby was on top of her; Sophie was on top of him, and then he was back on top. “Sophie,” he whispered, “let me eat it some more. Let me eat that sweet pussy some more, please.”

That had never happened to her before. Once men started fucking her, they didn’t stop. Now, this Cubby guy wanted to eat her pussy again. Her pussy was slick with her juices, slick with a lubricant that she was thankful he brought with him. Every nerve ending was on fire.

“Cubby, now? My pussy will feel so empty without your big cock. Fuck me harder.” She used her legs to crush his ribs. It was vice-like. “Sophie, promise me you’ll let me eat your delicious pussy later.”

“Yes, oh yes, Cubby, but not right now. Keep fucking me. Fuck my pussy good.”

When she wasn’t at the clinic. She was in Cubby’s arms or she was underneath him, or she was on top of him or sitting in a chair, legs spread and Cubby on his knees. “Like that, Cubby, eat it. My pussy is yours. It’s Cubby’s pussy.”

By the end of the week, she was on her knees, too.

Two days later, “Sophie, you know I have to work.”

“I know.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “But I’m going to miss you. Miss your cock; miss your tongue and miss the feel of that cock crossing my lips.”

Given his status as one of the premier news journalists, he had some influence and negotiated a deal where he made Salzburg his base.

“Cubby, let me show you how much I appreciate you doing that.”

She hadn’t given a blowjob that good since before med school. In fact, she made it a cocksucking weekend. Sophie had a lip balm that kept her lips slippery. She needed it that weekend. She needed it for the rest of her life.

There were pussy eating weekends, too. Often when Dr. Egger performed a difficult surgery or after treating a child who was deathly ill, she’d come back to Cubby and he’d soothe her distress with his tongue.

Of course, there were fucking weekends.

Dr. Egger made one request. “Cubby, I’m a one man woman. I expect the man I’m with to be a one woman man. I’m a doctor, I’ll know if you’re seeing other women. Either you’re with me or you’re not.”

It was an easy decision, but there were nights when Cubby was traveling the world in a city like Hong Kong where Wai was just a phone call away. Wai, the most magnificent cocksucker.

Or Mumbai, where Maya’s magic pussy; her sweet savory curry tasting pussy was his for the asking.

Or Africa. Nnondi was still unaccounted for, but Africa, he noted while posted there was filled with beautiful long legged black women. Surely, there were a few who could suck like Nnondi; a few who could fuck like Nnondi. And if he was lucky one or two who had a pussy as tasty as Nnondi’s.

Then he landed in Salzburg and Dr. Sophie Egger would be in his arms or underneath him or on top of him, or on her knees or Cubby would be on his knees and he knew he’d made the right decision.

Sophie smiled down at him. To herself she thought, nobody, not even Franco Frangelini did my figa like Cubby does it and when I ask, he’ll give me his big cock.

THE END

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