Her mouth was this wonderful ‘O’ that ringed my cock and worked up and down three quarters of its length. You wouldn’t think that a small woman had that depth, but it must have been technique. But this wasn’t going to get me off inside her vagina, where I really wanted my hard-on to lose its load. I asked, “Would you like me to reciprocate? I eat pussy very well. I bet you don’t get much of that from dad.”
Susan looked up at me and gave a little laugh. She said, “He didn’t used to, I had to teach him; but now he does just fine when it cums to cunnilingus. You know, Shannon hinted at something similar. I guess that was the case with your mom, Danni, but I knew some tricks she didn’t. He has enjoyed going down on me ever since. I let Shannon have her ‘lunch’, and I had ‘snacked’ on her snatch to see what it was like with a woman. I never had that college-dorm opportunity, like some girls get a chance to experiment at that age. I’ve been feeling adventurous lately, middle-aged restlessness I guess.”
“Also, I think that I was secure enough with my relationship with your Father by this time, and comfortable enough in my own skin as to my sexuality, to try a walk on the wild side. It still was in the family so to speak, and it wasn’t going to turn into a complicated jealousy sort of thing. After all, Danni knew beforehand what was going down; pardon the pun, though your dad didn’t have an inkling. Nor do I want him to learn about this little . . ‘dabbling on the side’? Would you like to see how I converted him, it still makes him happy and I have the fixin’s right here?”
“Yeah! What’s your secret to converting pop into a ‘muffin-muncher’?
“Nothin’ that was earthshaking. Just sort of a ‘birds and bee’s’ kind of thing. Question? What do hummingbirds, and bees, have in common?”
Yeah! Right! Like my brain worked well with a golden naked nymph noshing on my salami – not! I had no clue at the moment.
“Nectar!” she said looking up from my dripping lollipop. “And how do flowers attract the birds and bees to help them spread their pollen?”
“Their perfume?” Not entirely stupid, I could figure out that girls wore perfume to attract guys, and I definitely wanted to ‘pollinate’ this elfin creature even if she was deflowered many years ago!
“Right!” The perky pixie beside me rolled over to her end-table and opened the drawer. She took out a tiny little glass phial with an ornate stopper in the top. She shook the vial and dabbed a drop of the amber oil on her bush. Then returning that to the stand, she withdrew a small jar of a honey-colored thick fluid and smeared that on her labia and clit. “Lick me lover!” She commanded. My pleasure, this was exactly the best next step in seducing this lively and lithe tease I wanted to make so much I could taste it. Now I was getting to taste the place I wanted to pleasure with my pole.
The perfume was a heady sweet flowery fragrance that wafted up from the heated loins of the lovely lady I was lapping. A musky over-tone was mixed with the blossoms as her natural scent gave an aromatic note of her arousal. As I slurped the syrup of her sex, the other flavor was honey. Yes, honey and Jasmine were the simple things that had turned my father’s taste in women, from Danielle to Susan. Maybe things might have never . . well, speculation of that sort is useless; the point being – so now my father was fine with eating pussy. Nor did he necessarily need the sensory enhancers anymore to get him over the hump, or mons as it were. So Sue explained, but added that they were still a nice romantic touch, so she kept them handy for the occasional evenings when she wanted to encourage his lips to linger longer down at her labia.