Tidewater men are not noted among women for their oral skills. That old Virginia gentleman farmer model, laced into a fetishistic Virginia Military Institute double-buttoned corset -- apparently discourages cunnilingus. And it's a skill set better learned younger than at the paunchy 40-something seersucker suit age of southern comfort and marriage.
Tidewater tongues wag, don't be mistaken. But no one of any social standing fantasizes about George Washington going down on them, no matter how much they claim "Virginia is for lovers". It's not so ante-bellum above the GA-MS-AL tri-state cultural knot. Not so genteel as overgrown Tara and Savannah. That is to say Virginia's MILFs do not always stay hetero.
Who can say at what point, for example, fine ladies in big pale houses strayed from Mandingo to his comely female counterpart? Candle's light snuffed and ebony limbs entwined -- those first experimental tastes too sweet in the racing heart. Salt and pepper sprawled and mingling like the rivulets of the Shenandoah.
Melanie grew a wild thing. She stole the nickname Sunshine from her BFF. She played at hippie, emo, goth, and punk. She wore black and white striped witch stockings. She wanted to fuck whoever she pleased. She wanted to eat pussy and cuddle.
Her admiral father -- continually hazed with drink and ol' sailor buddy locker room play -- ignored most everything else on his watch. Sunshine's mother went home to her mother for reasons unknown one night. While the admiral was at sea, Sunshine stalked her lover and seduced her home.
A little smoke and a little drink had them down to panties and bras in less than half an hour. Sunshine's fingertips hovered over her lover's satin c-cups.
"Can you feel that? I can. It's like electricity. Can you feel it?"
The response was a silent shiver. Sunshine breathed quietly at her ear, lightly licking the Nautilus-like whorl. Her palm slid over her lover's silky panties.
"You feel hot, baby. Do you like it? Do you want me to do it some more?"
Sunshine's probing index finger rubbed side to side until she found the swelling bump of her lover's clitoris beneath the silk. She began tracing circles on it.
Amused at her lover's stammering cluck, Sunshine lowered her face until her cheek rested against her lover's belly while her finger continued its lazy tracery. With a sigh, she took her index finger away and pressed her middle finger down along the wet slit appearing as her lover pulled her panties aside.
A low growl came from them both.
Sunshine continued gliding her face lower, closer to her fingers, drinking in the scent of her lover's arousal. It made her want to dip her tongue in the nectar and lap it like a bear at a beehive. Within an inch, she stuck out her tongue and played the tip over her lover's clit.
Her lover's hips bucked and Sunshine gripped them tighter, pulling and mashing her mouth and pussy together as if starved for each other.
Her lover had just pulled Sunshine's panties off and was flicking and curling her tongue across that dripping pussy when they heard the front door open and slam closed.
They froze. The house remained silent for several long moments. Hearing nothing more, Sunshine and her lover resumed tasting and toying with each other on the living room sofa.
The admiral -- in his hiding place -- felt his face grow flushed, then pale, then ruddy again. He watched -- focusing on the dance of tongue on pussy and clitoris. His breathing grew heavy and almost unconsciously he'd opened his fly and taken his cock in hand. He was surprised and delighted to feel its hardness. He'd already jerked it off in a backroom just an hour ago and now it was rock hard again.
The sight was delicious, but it was the sounds they made -- as if right beside his ears: moans, groans, soft whispers, inarticulate little cries of intense pleasure. It didn't feel wrong to watch them; he didn't lust after his daughter's pussy. But the other woman...
As unconsciously as he had taken it out, he now stroked his cock, slowly and tightly over the head, down the shaft and then lightly cupping his balls before pumping back upward again. He wanted to fuck that. Fuck her pretty pussy. Fuck her sucking mouth. He watched his daughter's tongue -- imagining it was his own -- laving this woman's pussy like a cat with a cream bowl. He wanted to taste it, too.
He could feel the cum building in his balls, his hand paused just over the head before another downward stroke when he noticed she was looking straight at him between his daughter's thighs. Looking straight at his hand -- on his cock. For an instant, their eyes met, then she lowered her haze to his cock again with a smile. She opened her mouth and curled her tongue at him, then slowly licked it around the oval of her lips several times before dipping her mouth back on his daughter's grinding pussy.
He felt like he had a corked geyser waiting to erupt through his cockhead. It was already very sensitive and slick from precum, but getting caught -- being seen like that. He had to close his eyes and concentrate hard not to spurt cum right then. He'd always loved being watched. He squeezed his balls tightly and tiptoed from his hiding place up the stairs, his cock still standing out rigidly below his shirt and uniform jacket.
Melanie's lover has been impressed. The man was not THAT old and he obviously still had a significant -- and big -- hard cock. He hadn't been shocked or embarrassed when she caught him looking. He'd gotten more turned on by it. She grunted softly as Sunshine slid two fingers inside her, keeping up a rapid flicking of her tongue.
In her mind, she played the two fingers into a thick cock -- the admiral's cock -- and trembled as it plunged in and out of her in steady hard slow rhythm that had her squirming. She squeezed her pussy walls tighter around the fingers -- imagined cock -- and rode them, tensing and relaxing like a pulse beat as her hips rose and fell.
