Daddy's plaything(20)

And that's precisely the way it went today. To the letter. And it was absolutely delicious.

Sherry came three times and she could tell that Daddy had an absolutely marvy come.

Gil Turner returned from the bathroom after having, parted Connie's legs and buried his smooth face in her dripping slit. He gobbled hungrily, snorting and puffing as though be wanted to crawl up into her womb, either that or swallow her entire pussy whole. He didn't seem to be concentrating on any particular place and for a while his generalized munching at her crotch was a refreshing change from the restrained, almost sophisticated cunt-licking Connie was accustomed to. Yes, Gil seemed like a little boy in a candy store who couldn't quite make up his mind which delicacy he wanted to gorge himself on first.

Finally, Connie began to yearn for a more direct effort on her vagina, some more coherent and planned attack on a specific region of her pussy. When dining in a restaurant she, like most people, preferred to take a bite of one thing and then another rather than stirring the individual portions up into one indefinable hash or stew. She liked to think of herself as a costly meal which should be sampled in an orderly fashion. She had never observed Gil at the dinner table, but she guessed that his manners were none too good and that he certainly talked with his mouth full. Bless him, "Honey," she said after a while, "don't you want to pour some of that nice-tasting creme de menthe on my pussy and lick it off? Then when you lick my cunt it tastes just like licking an ice cream cone – only it's better because it's nice and warm."

Gil raised his face and wiped the we from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. "Huh?"

"I said, don't you want to pour some liqueur on my pussy? It makes it feel better for me and it tastes good too."

"Oh, yeah," Gil said. "I forgot. Good idea." He reached over for the bottle and then poured it so that it ran down her cunt and down into her buttocks. He smeared the green liquid over her genitals and around with his hand as he stared in wide-eyed fascination at the beautiful cunt. He seemed to stare at it as though it were some exotic dessert – cherries jubilee or a parfait. Then he settled into a more even tempo as he lapped the sweet tasting liquid from every nook and cranny of her tasty snatch.

"Oh, baby, now you're doing exactly what mains likes. But don't forget my love button at the top. That's better. Oh! And you even like my bottom! Yes, darling, your tongue feels so smooth and nice down there… everywhere."

When he had swallowed practically all the creme de menthe, Connie herself poured the remainder of the bottle over her own twat to keep Gil snacking so delicately and tenderly all over her love chasm. Yes, Gil had definite cunt-eating possibilities, she thought. Although she had to keep raising his head slightly to remind him that it was her clitoris where she wanted most of the attention. He got the idea after her fifth or sixth prompting and began working on the flesh bud as if he knew that would make her come.

"Now you're on it, honey. Yes… oh, yessess right on it… don't stop… please make mama come… please."

Gil was pressing just a bit too hard, not letting enough air penetrate between his tongue and her clit, smothering her so that she could not achieve the maximum sensation. She did not know how to tell him this without turning him off or offending him. Men were funny that way. They liked to think of themselves as the perfect lovers in every department. He was doing a fine job, unquestionably, but with just a little lees pressure, just a little, it would make all the difference. Pressure, even all out pressure, was fine at the very end, just before she came, but it was premature to push so hard at this stage.

Connie lifted his head, just a little and forced him to lick just a little lighter and he seemed to get the idea. Also, she guessed, his tongue and neck might be getting just a little bit tired by now. Certainly the little string of flesh that held the tongue to the lower part of the mouth was severed by now but that was common and wouldn't cause any great discomfort. She didn't want to tire him too much this first time he made her come with his mouth. She wanted to make it an enjoyable experience for both of them so that he would lick her pussy all the time. A man who wouldn't lick cunt was worse than no man at all and she didn't want to run the risk of making him suck-shy. No sir… never!

"Almost!" she cried out, spurring him on. "I'm almost there, darling. Oh, that blessed, beautiful tongue of yours is driving me out of my mind! Keep sucking. Harder… harder!" She was almost there now and wanted the maximum action. She grasped his head with both hands and stiffened her legs out as far as they would go on either side of the bed. Then she began riding his face like a jockey rides his tiny saddle and grinding her pelvis harder and harder at his slurping mouth.