A chef has to study in different countries to be exposed to different tastes and in one day, I went to the Isle of Pussy, explored every inch of the region from mountains to valleys, then took a flight, landing in County Cock. And what a landing it was! The ocean-fresh flavor of semen stayed with me for a long time after but I found that I was more interested in the subtle beauties of the female form. The slopes and planes of a woman's body made my mouth water as I fantasized about the nape of a woman's neck, the snowy hollow of an armpit, the sensuous curve of a hip and the mysterious blossom whose nectar was like ambrosia to me.
I knew that Jenny would never be my life partner. She was bound by different things than I was and it would be important for her to marry to carry on the family line. My father, Arthur, felt the same but he was not willing to require me to marry. Upon his death and that of my mother, the estate would revert to me and I could leave the property to any one of my choosing. I could not see myself sexually answering to a man, so I was already resigned to adopting some orphans and living my life with a female partner by my side.
But I had not fucked a man and wanted to be certain of my choice. Perhaps Jenny's view was harsh; maybe it would not be so painful with a man. Maybe it would be enjoyable. After all, my mother and Arthur enjoyed a sexual relationship. I needed to ask them some questions. I just hoped that they would be patient enough to listen ...
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"Oh, yes!"
The muffled exclamation carried through the pane of glass and the forceful nature of her mother's voice called to Cassia. The sun was setting and she knew that Cook or her mother would be looking for her soon but she couldn't resist peeking in the window. This set of windows opened out into Arthur's private library, a place where Cassia was allowed during the day but in the evening, if the doors were closed, she was not allowed into its wing.
Breaching the hedges, Cassia pushed through until she'd reached the side of the house, dragged a large boulder over and stepped up, clinging to the beaten wood ledge. Her eyes widened at the scene that was playing out in front of her. Her naked father was laying on his back on the hand-knitted carpet, her voluptuous mother sitting astride him, her breasts dripping a white fluid into his open mouth.
"Oh, yes, baby! Suck it! Suck it hard! I'm almost there!"
The firelight reflected the sweat on their bodies and Cassia watched her mother ride her father, her hips rocking faster and faster. Suddenly, her father released her nipple, shouting happily as his buried cock fired into her pussy. Cassia couldn't see it but she knew that the blissful expression on her father's face signaled his release. Her mother ceased her movement, hanging her head as she rolled to the side, pulling her shirt closed and securing her milk-filled tits.
"I'm sorry, honey."
