'I will do whatever Daddy asks me to,' I said enthusiastically. 'I have been looking forward to this day for a long time know, you know.'
Mommy opened the bathroom door.
I was on my own.
I headed for Daddy's bedroom at the other end of the hall.
Interview Two
I gently rapped at Daddy's bedroom door with my knuckles.
'Come in,' I heard his deep voice call out to me.
I opened the door slowly. My heart was beating faster than ever.
My tits heaved up and down with my frantic panting.
'Are you ready to receive the power of the cock?' Daddy asked.
'Yes, sir,' I said. I kept my head bowed. My feet were together.
I could feel my natural lubrication pooling at the base of my pussy.
And second the natural lubrication would spill from the pink delta.
I knew it wouldn't be long before my thighs were wet with that juice.
My clit felt as if it were going to pop right out of its fleshy nest.
Daddy is a very large man, standing well over six feet.
His shoulders and his chest are very broad. His legs are long.
His hands and feet and very large. He was wearing a robe like mine.
'First you must learn to pleasure me with your mouth,' Daddy said.
He untied the bathrobe's green cloth belt around his slim waist.
I gasped with joy when he pulled it open and showed me his equipment.
I was pleased to find that my father had a very large cock.
The dick had to be eight inches long and it was two and a half inches thick.
It was clear that his penis was as hard as a rock with his excitement.
'Kneel before my cock, Sookie,' Daddy said to me in a stem tone.
It was clear that he would not take no for an answer.
I removed my own robe as my natural lubrication spilled from my slit.
His cock was standing straight out from his loins, throbbing.
The tip of his dick was pointing slightly upward, like my nipples.
I could see his cock head bobbing up and down with his pulsations.
I placed my tiny hands on the insides of Daddy's thighs and sighed.
I threw back my head to get my long black hair behind my shoulders.
My hair has a tendency to fall in my face if I'm not careful.
I didn't want my silky black tresses getting in the way.
I moved my fingertips to his balls and lifted them slowly.
I began to lick at his balls and he moved his feet apart.
I lapped at his testicles and sucked them lovingly. Daddy was silent.
He stood perfectly still. Only his breathing betrayed his lust — and of course the increasing intensity of the throbbing in his dick.
I pinned his cock to his belly so that the tip was pointing toward the ceiling of the bedroom and began to lick at the underside of the shaft.
I licked at his balls and his cock until all of his genitalia was soaked with the hot spittle that dripped from my slightly curled tongue tip.
I allowed his cock to come away from his belly and relaxed the muscles in my jaw so I could take him in my mouth. Daddy placed his hands on his hips with his elbows outward pointing in opposite directions.
'Feel the power of my cock throbbing against the inside of your mouth,' Daddy said. I did. It felt great. I loved the taste and the smell of his manhood.
I used the very tip of my pink taster to playfully flick at the little hole in the center of his deep purple cock head. I dropped my jaw.
My mouth fell gaping open and I engulfed his cock head with my lips. I used my mouth to grip at the ring of scar tissue below his glans.
I could feel his pulsating hard against my cheeks and my tongue. I drew in my smooth cheeks as I sucked. Daddy couldn't help but move his hips.
I could tell that it was just as difficult for him to keep still when I was sucking him as it was for me when Mommy was washing my pussy thoroughly.
'You will fondle the heat of my balls as you suck me, Sookie,' Daddy said. His face was starting to turn red and he moved his hands to the back of my head.
He ran his fingers through my long black hair and then pressed his fingertips in the muscles at the back of my neck hard enough to hurt.
Daddy turned his wrists so that his palms were over my tiny ears. I couldn't hear very well after that. But I didn't have to. Daddy shouted everything he said loud and clear.
I remembered two other nights of my life, in my room, listening to my sister's losing their virginity. How green I felt. I wanted to be transformed into a woman very badly. I found that at fifteen I became a daydreamer, and my education suffered because I spent more time imagining what my night with Daddy would be like than I did on my studies.
Daddy instructed me to move my knees back on the floor and straighten my throat. He began to push forward with his hips. I clutched his balls with my right hand and massaged his taut buttocks with the left.
I could feel the tip of Daddy's cock working its way into my gullet. He pressed the dick deeper into my throat than I would have thought possible.
My lips were less than an inch from the base of his pole and my nose was touching his pubic hair by the time he stopped his forward motion.
My throat was incredibly full of cock meat. I gagged a little at first — enough for a single tear to fall onto my right cheekbone. But I soon gained control of my throat muscles and found I could use them to add to Daddy's pleasure. I cupped his balls with my fingers stretched apart as far as I could get them. I could feel my pussy flesh quivering about my delta as if it were out of control. My cunt was behaving at that moment of divine incestuous passion as if it had a mind of its own.
Daddy pulled his cock almost all the way out of my mouth and then rammed it deep into my throat once again. I imagined how that cock was going to feel inside my cunt. Each time I thought of getting laid I could feel the itch inside my pussy getting a little, worse. I needed Daddy's cock to scratch that itch. I needed Daddy's meat in my cooze desperately. I would have subjected myself to any agony — any humiliation — for the right to take Daddy's dick in me that night.
I had not eaten dinner. That was one of the rules.
But I was hardly hungry.
Food was the last thing on my mind. I would be fed.
Daddy was going to fill my belly with his sticky goo.
And I could tell I wouldn't have to wait much longer.
Daddy began to pump his rod in and out of my mouth fast.
I could feel the head pulsating harder and harder, like a time bomb.
He was moaning and groaning with each of his rapid exhales.
Daddy sounded as if he would climax at any moment.
He had two handsful of hair at that point and was squeezing at them until his knuckles turned white. But he was not pulling at the hair hard enough to hurt my scalp or threaten to pull any hairs out by the roots.
All of his muscles tensed.
