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could unbutton her dress.

Captain Parker had never done this before. With Miss Appleby, in the past, she lifted her skirt, removed her knickers and he'd kneel in front of her. Of course, in those French brothels, there was no need for any of that.

Outwardly, Miss Appleby may have dressed conservatively, but when her dress fell to the carpet, she was the epitome of sexuality and not just for a woman her age. She wore a sheer camisole. Bobby could see her large breasts and even her nipples through it.

However, it was below the waist that he was interested in, and Miss Appleby did not disappoint.

For her age, she was in good shape. Her long legs were encased in transparent silk stockings, which were held up by a white, lacy garter belt. A garter belt which did not cover her thick, dark bush.

Leaning back on her bed, "Bobby, you've been thinking about tasting my cunny, haven't you?" She spread her legs.

"Miss Appleby, I've dreamed of this moment," Bobby Parker said, as he got on his knees. "I never realized how beautiful your cunny was." Of course, he hadn't. Under her dress, it was difficult to see anything. Not now.

"Bobby, be a good boy and taste my cunny."

Captain Robert Parker had spent months in the trenches of France; on the front lines against the Germans. He'd gone days without sleep; days of standing in knee-deep mud.

What I'm trying to say is that Bobby Parker had incredible stamina. If he could fight Germans for days on end, he could taste Miss Appleby's cunny for hours on end. And he did. As he licked, "thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Miss Appleby. Your cunny is more delicious than I remembered."

Here's the other thing. Captain Parker visited those Parisian brothels on his way to the Front. He didn't have the chance to stop in Paris on his way back to England. It'd been almost a year since he'd been with a woman.

Even better for Miss Appleby, of course, Captain Parker, did not taste the cunnies of those French prostitutes. Of course he didn't.

But he hadn't forgotten the lessons Miss Appleby taught him. His tongue continued to slide up and down her slit.

"Did you forget where I like your tongue?"

He hadn't. Like he told her when he first visited her two days ago, that's all he'd thought about during the war.

"Oooooooooh, ooooooooooooooh, oooooooooh Bobby. I forgot what a good boy you were. Taste Miss Appleby's cunny. Keep tasting it. Oooooooooooooh, oooooooooooooooh, ooooooooh. Tell me again that all you've thought about is my cunny."

Bobby Parker had no interest in removing his tongue from her cunny. He could only mumble, "Miss Appleby, all I've thought about for the last year is your delicious cunny."

She treated him like the young boy he'd been when he was a student at the Wilkinson School, not as a captain in the British army. He loved it, and he kept eating.

Bobby Parker, now in his mid-twenties, who'd won a battlefield promotion, spent the next five days subservient to Miss Appleby's sixty-year-old cunny. By subservient, I mean he was on his knees and never bothered to undress. "Oooooooh, oooooooh, Bobby, do my cunny one more time. Just once more. Oooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooooooh."

Of course, once more became twice more, and twice became three times.

At some point, Miss Appleby enticed him, as if that was necessary, by removing her stockings and garter belt while he stared at her cunny, now wide open from his tongue work.

Speaking of wide open, Miss Appleby, for a woman of her generation was beyond risqué, her legs were spread wide. "Bobby, I think you'll find my cunny more accessible like this." She was almost as bawdy as those Parisian whores.

Captain Parker didn't hesitate. His tongue was back in her cunny and in a few minutes doing her special spot. "Your cunny is so beautiful, Miss Appleby," he mumbled.

"And delicious?"

He could only nod with his face in her big dark bush.

Captain Parker stayed for five days, and except for Miss Appleby's cunny, he rarely ate. More than once, he soiled the front of his pants with his man cream. He didn't care; in fact, it just proved how right he was to knock on her door that first day.

In the weeks that followed, Bobby Parker, still in the British Army arranged to be stationed at a near-by army base, and because it was peace time, every three or four days he'd visit Miss Appleby. Or perhaps it is more appropriate to say, Captain Parker's tongue visited Miss Appleby's cunny.

One day, six months later, while he was resting with his head on Miss Appleby's ample bush, and she was catching her breath after another orgasm, "Bobby, do you know General Worthington?"

"I know of him, but I've never met him, why?"

"I think you should be more than a captain, at least a major, maybe a colonel."

"What does that have to do with the general?"

"I had tea with Mrs. Worthington last week. He may be a general, but Addie Worthington has him wrapped around her little finger, except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"Addie Worthington is not quite my age, and still has a raging need for, let me be a lady and call it intimacy, but the general has neither the time nor the desire."

"I don't understand."

"Don't you see? If you were to give Mrs. Worthington what you give me, she just might put a little birdie in the general's ear."

"That's insane. You want me to have an assignation with a general's wife?"

"I'm thinking I'd enjoy the tongue of a colonel much more than that of a captain," she pushed his head back into cunny. "Bobby, I'm ready for more."

"Me, too. Thank you."

Captain Parker didn't give Miss Appleby's suggestion anymore thought. Of course, he didn't. He was too busy tasting her cunny which he did for the next few hours. "Oooooooooh, ooooooooh, just like that; you're so good to my cunny. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, right there. Oh, Bobby."

Miss Appleby did not become headmistress of the prestigious Wilkinson School by being a wallflower. Two weeks later, she sent a formal note to Captain Parker inviting him to lunch at a very prominent restaurant.

In uniform, he arrived only to be surprised to find another woman at the table. "Captain Parker, I'd like you to meet my dear friend, Mrs. Addie Worthington."

They exchanged pleasantries. "Captain, Merlyn has been telling me all about you. She didn't tell me that among you're other traits, you're handsome, too."

"That's very kind of you, Mrs. Worthington."

"Please call me, Addie. If we're going to be as friendly as I suspect and hope, it's only right."

Robert Parker had never called Miss Appleby by her first name; it just didn't seem right. For the first time he looked Mrs. Worthington up and down, surreptitiously to be sure. She was a tall blonde, who seemed in excellent shape for her age.

I say she was a blonde. Back then some women colored their hair but the products were awful and the color looked fake. Mrs. Worthington was one of those rare women, whose hair had not yet turned grey.

"Now then," Miss Appleby said, in her no-nonsense headmistress voice, "here's the key to my house, and Captain, I assume you can drive a car. Take my car, park it in the barn and go in around back. No one will see you. Addie, I'll cover for you."

In the car, "Captain, I know you might think this is crazy, but my husband won't miss me or care."

In Miss Appleby's house, Mrs. Worthington led him directly to the bedroom. Robert Parker went back to make sure the door was locked and when he returned, the general's wife was lying on top of the bed, completely naked and legs spread. "Captain, have you thought about tasting my cunny?"

Her pubic hair indicated that she was a real blonde. Other than that, Captain Parker noted that she, like Miss Appleby had a huge bush. ‘What is it, he thought, with English women?' In those French bordellos many of the girls trimmed their pubic hair real close or had none at all. Although, one night he chose a redhead, whose pubic hair was very intriguing. To be fair, he didn't see too much of it; the French redhead convinced him that her mouth was even more intriguing than her cunny. That was a first for him: the redhead and the blowjob.

Captain Parker removed his tunic and tie. Then crawled up from the bottom of the bed between Mrs. Worthington's legs. "Ma'am, you have the most beautiful cunny. I'd be pleased if you let me taste it."

"Captain, it's right there waiting for you. Now, Captain, it's been a long time."

When Merlyn Appleby first told her about Captain Parker, especially his stamina, it was all she could think about. She didn't think about what he was doing as tasting. "Captain, I'd like you to feast on my cunny. Merlyn said you're a marvel. I'd hate to think she steered me wrong."

The next few hours were the best Addie Worthington had in bed since the general was a lieutenant. Robert Parker was everything Miss Appleby claimed. "AWWWWWWW, AWWWWWW, AWWWWWW, OH MY GOD, AWWWWWW, AWWWWWWW, AWWWWW. KEEP GOING, OOOOH YES, PLEASE KEEP GOING."

Back then, even educated women didn't know the word orgasm, but right now like Miss Appleby, Addie Worthington was feeling it, AGAIN!! "AWWWWWW, AWWWWWWW, AAWWWWWWWW, OH MY, OH MY, OH MY. CAPTAIN, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO MY CUNNY, BUT DO IT AGAIN. OH, PLEASE DO IT AGAIN."

As for Captain Parker, this was only the second cunny he ever tasted. Not that Mrs. Worthington was better or worse; he wasn't comparing, but Addie wrapped her long legs around his head and fucked him, just like those French whores did, except they fucked his cock, not his tongue. "Captain, my cunny is so ready for more." She pushed his head back into that beautiful blonde bush. "Feast on my cunny, Captain." It sounded like an order, and after all Addie Worthington was a general's wife.

Mrs. Worthington convinced Merlyn Appleby to let her use her house once, perhaps twice a month. She didn't have to convince the Captain; she just needed to reassure him that her husband, the General, wouldn't find out. When he stuck his face in that lovely blonde bush, and his tongue in her delightful cunny, that was all the convincing he needed. Besides, from time to time, he soiled the front of his pants when he tasted, no gorged himself on her cunny.

To make sure you understand, Captain Parker did not neglect Miss Appleby. "You came here to taste my cunny, didn't you?" The headmistress asked as she led him to her bedroom.

There was no stockings and no knickers when Miss Appleby took off her dressing gown. She lay back on her bed, "Captain, Addie told me that you feast on her cunny. Are you ready to feast on my cunny?"

"I've been looking forward to it, Miss Appleby," he said as he got on his knees.

As Miss Appleby suggested, Mrs. Worthington had the General wrapped around her pinkie. Six months later, Robert Parker was promoted to Colonel; skipping over Major completely.

The next time he saw Addie, "Colonel, I'm sure you'd like to show me how you earned your promotion." She was naked, her legs spread, her lovely blonde bush beckoning him. "Mrs. Worthington, your cunny is, as always delightful."

"And delicious?"

That was the good news. The bad news was that with his promotion, he was assigned to a battalion in Edinburgh, Scotland. It was a tearful good-bye to both Miss Appleby and Mrs. Worthington, who promised the newly-minted colonel that she would convince her husband that at least once a year she needed to see what life was like in outposts like Scotland.

After that first visit, Mrs. Worthington said to her husband, "the air in Scotland is good for my health, we should holiday there a few times a year."

"I'm too busy, but if it's good for your health, you should go," the General told her.

Addie Worthington smiled. "Perhaps two or three times a year for fortnight.

On those occasions, the first words out of her mouth when she was naked, with legs spread on the bed, "Colonel, have you thought about feasting on my cunny?"

"All the time. How long are you staying?"

"A fortnight."

"How wonderful. A fortnight cunny feast."

And it was.

As for Merlyn Appleby: at age sixty-seven she retired from the Wilkinson School for Young Men. For reasons she refused to explain to her friends and family decided that Edinburgh, Scotland was a perfect place to retire.

Once a month, a young civilian but of military bearing, knocked on her door. She kissed him on the cheek as she let him in, "Bobby, I hope you've come to feast on my cunny."

TO BE CONTINUED

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