“Was it the best ever?” I teased.
“I am taking the 5th on that one, but I don’t think I can even imagine it being any better!” he said as he sat up and stroked my face.
“I guess time will tell,” I mused, smiling at him.
“Indeed!” he replied, enthusiastically.
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I found out soon enough that I needn’t have worried about Daddy having guilt-pangs or a lack of stamina. I soon found out that he had a voracious appetite for sex. We fucked again late that afternoon, went to dinner, and fucked again when we got back to the condo.
The next day, on the way home, I would occasionally reach over and play with his cock, fishing it out, making it hard, and suckling on it. I didn’t intend to make him cum, knowing that it would make it that much better when we got home.
I took my bra off and occasionally flashed him, massaging my breasts and tweaking the nipples, asking him in a little-girl voice what he thought of them. We discussed, more in detail, his voyeurism.
I drove several hours when Daddy got drowsy. I wanted him to be well-rested when we got home. The trip home seemed unending. The traffic, at times, was bumper to bumper. I was eager to get home, but mostly because I had been initiated into the wonders of sexual intercourse, and I wanted more. Much more.
As soon as we got home, got the suitcases in the house, and took a quick shower, we were back in the bed. We both emerged from our respective showers totally naked, though I carried some clothes down “just in case” someone should show up.
When I entered his bedroom, Daddy opened his arms and gestured for me to get on top of him. We kissed while he played with my bottom. Daddy scooted down a bit and said, “sit on my face, Pammy”.
Of course, this was something I had never done before. I eagerly mounted Daddy’s face as he began to lick and suck at my clit and pussy. I began to fuck Daddy’s face as he grabbed my butt-cheeks and pulled me down into his furious lingual onslaught.
Why did guys like that? I sure, as fuck, didn’t care, as it felt FUCKING GREAT. “Eat it, Daddy. Oh that’s gooooooooooooood. Ohhhhhhhh. Right there! Suck it. Suck my fucking clit! Daddy, eat your little girl OUT!” I screamed as my orgasm shook me. I had discarded any thoughts of whether Daddy cared if I used profanity or not.
I was too sensitive to tolerate more so I scrambled off and kneeled between his legs, hefting his big bull-balls so I could lick them. They were covered with a thick mat of hair, but I didn’t care at all. He was MANLY, and I loved his big hairy nuts. I tried sucking one into my mouth, but, even though it probably was not impossible to do so, my mouth was salivating for Daddy’s Man-sized cock. I knew that, as many times as his nuts had been drained recently, that it might take a while for him to cum. That wasn’t my goal. I wanted his cock in my throat again. He could cum in my mouth or pussy or wherever. I didn’t care.
I began to bathe his cock with my tongue, kissing it all over, moaning with delight. “Your little girl loves your big dick, Daddy,” I said, in my little-girl voice.
“Oh, Pammy! Suck your Daddy’s big cock!” he replied. I laughed a little as I eagerly took his cock-head into my mouth, licking it wetly all around its circumference. I wished I had some beer to make me a little tipsy so that the gag-reflex would be dulled. I forced my head down and found, to my delight, that I was hardly gagging at all. “FUCK!! Pamela, how in creation do you do that?” he groaned in abject pleasure as his cock sank several inches into my throat. I was totally deprived of air and felt as if I might pass out, but the knowledge that my own Daddy’s huge cudgel was in my throat was so thrilling that I felt as if I might spontaneously orgasm.
Soon, however, my greedy throat had to relinquish its prisoner. I gasped for air and said, “Oh you don’t know how much I love doing that!”
His saliva-coated cock was throbbing in my hand. I crawled up over his body and, pointing his cock perpendicular to his body, began to ease my wanton, eager body down. Down, down, down, down – every delicious inch of his pleasure-giving wand just made me want more. Oh, it felt so good, sliding into my body from this angle. I was very much in control of my body as I sank more and more of his thick tool inside of my willing pussy until, at long last, he was completely inside of me.
Daddy leaned up until he was sitting straight up, his cock deep inside me, my legs around him. He kissed my mouth and licked my breasts. I could feel a tiny tremor run through my body, beginning to build. It felt as if my entire body was engaged. My feet were shaking. I began trembling. I was almost scared. Daddy continued to devour my breasts, but began hunching upward, as if he had more to give me. He was in as far as it could possibly go.
What was this new sensation? Was he hitting my g-spot? What was that, anyway? FUCK. Whatever this was, it was fucking unbelievable. My hands were shaking. My body started shaking all over. Daddy looked into my face with what appeared to be concern. My eyes rolled back in my head.
“FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. OHHHHHHHHH, FUCKKKKK, I’m CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGG!! I shouted. The orgasm came in waves, like a storm. My body continued to shake. I had the sensation that the room was moving.
“Unggggggghhhhhhhhhh,” Daddy groaned, and I realized that he was cumming, too. He was emptying himself into my body. His little girl was giving him everything she had.
This triggered another orgasm. “Daddy, fuck it’s too gooooood! Oh, please don’t ever stop fucking me!” I began to hunch myself up from his body, rotating my hips as I tried to screw him deeper inside me. We were covered in sweat. I was exhausted and rolled off of him onto the bed.
As I lay there in the after-glow, I suddenly realized that I heard a car in the driveway. “Daddy, hurry, someone is here!” I shouted, jumping up and looking out the window. “Shit, Daddy, it’s Jeff!” My brother was emerging from his car.
To be continued…
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