I Ate Pussy Instead Of Turkey Yesterday

I've always been way better at eating pussy than fucking. I'm small, almost micro. Nothing I can do about it, just have to live with it.

I've been divorced for years, no kids. I've got a reputation among the local women, well, two of the local women, of being good at cunnilingus. I met them seperately, one at a diner, one at a bar. Both of these young ladies have boyfriends on and off, but there's a lot of fighting in their relationships. They'll visit me for somebody to talk to. I give fatherly advice, but of course they never take it. One was pregnant when she came to visit, and she said her boyfriend hadn't touched her in months. She said she didn't know that pregnancy could make you that horny.

I told her I could help, and that it wouldn't really be cheating. She was sitting on the sofa and I got down on my knees. She lifted her maternity dress while I removed her panties. She put her legs over my shoulders as we got comfortable enough. Her hairless pussy was already wet and swollen. It had a very intense musky aroma but not unpleasant. Pregnancy hormones I guess. I started slow, kissing her thighs, reaching up to caress her belly and on down her legs. I kissed, tongued, and sucked around her labia until I was sure she was ready for me to hit the target, then I concentrated on her clit. I got a good sucking rhythm going and I thought she was going to pull my hair out. He labia were so wide and wet I got a couple of fingers in there, and did the standard thing, pulling them forward over and over, and she nearly broke my neck with her bucking. After she came, she scrinched up her nose and acted sheepish because she could smell herself on my face, but I told her don't feel bad, I loved it. It became a regular thing even after she gave birth.

The second girl knew the first one, but I didn't know that. One time when the second girl visited, she came right out and said, "Is it true you went down on Nia?" I said, yeah, it is.

She wanted what her friend had, and I gave it to her. So, I've got two regular visitors now and I'm not complaining. The second one had a fight with her family yesterday on Thanksgiving, and came by to talk and for my other form of therapy. I don't like turkey but I definitely liked what I ate.