He shivered.
He shook like a leaf.
He shot his thick wad into my oral cavity. I began to think.
I felt nourished. I loved the flavor. I wanted to savor it on my tongue for a long time.
I felt the smooth cream soothing my ravaged throat tissues.
The effect was quite medicinal — to my amazement.
I wasn't even going to have a sore throat in spite of the face fuck.
I sucked him until his come was completely over. No more sperm.
His cock softened and he ordered me to my feet. He kissed me.
Right on the mouth. His tongue found mine. He could taste his jam.
Some of his slippery seed remained on my tongue as we Frenched.
Daddy played with my tits and the cheeks of my ass lovingly.
I rubbed against, him and felt myself nearing orgasm. I moaned.
I purred.
I whimpered.
Daddy lifted me in his arms as if I were as light as a feather.
He set me gently on the center of the bed with my legs spread.
I was on my back. He sucked my tits for a long time.
Daddy went down on me and sucked my pussy until I seethed.
Cunt juice dripped thickly into my hot sweaty ass crack.
I knew I was perfumed and fresh as a daisy down there.
The musk oil Mommy had applied blended with my womanly odor.
Daddy licked and sucked at my clit until I screamed with pleasure.
I remembered listening to my sisters each scream the same way.
It had sounded to my virgin ears as if they were in great pain.
But I always knew there cries were of ecstasy rather than agony.
My orgasm at that moment only confirmed those feelings.
I pressed my twat firmly against Daddy's mouth. He was great.
He slurped and slobbered until the bliss filled my torso.
He massaged my love button so the come lasted a long time.
I was panting and soaking wet with sweat by the time he was done.
My jaw ached a little from clenching my back teeth.
Daddy pulled his face out of my quim and got on his hands and knees.
I was pleased to find that his dick was once again hard.
He had a full-fledged boner wagging beneath his belly.
Daddy crawled on top of me and lifted my legs in the air.
I draped my slim gains over his shoulders. My hole quivered.
My cunt lips were opening and closing involuntarily.
Daddy rubbed his thick cock head against the mouth of my cunt.
He rammed his meat home. He burst my precious cherry.
I screamed again — and this time it was in pain. I hadn't expected it to hurt so much.
My eyes opened wide and filled with tears from the shock.
Again a single tear emerged and rolled to my cheekbone.
The sharp pain only lasted for a couple of seconds.
It was replaced with a dull ache that mixed with my lust.
Daddy pushed his cock all the way into me and gyrated.
He worked his incredible cock head amazingly deep into my belly.
Then he began to fuck and I wanted it faster and harder.
I worked my ass in time with his hip motions so our loins slapped.
His cock pumped outrageous pleasure into my poontang.
He had fucked my cunt maybe ten strokes when I exploded with bliss.
I cried and screamed once again. My innards were transformed.
There was a little blood on his cock from my lost virginity.
That blood — I knew — was all that was left of my childhood.
My inner cunt lips were pulled and pushed by his dick stroke.
He battered my clit and enhanced the pleasure inside my twat.
His pubic bone crashed down repeatedly against mine.
Our pubic patches muffled the blow a little as he stabbed.
He drove into my womanly core with his rod of masculinity.
'The power of my cock!!!' Daddy hollered at the top of his lungs.
Naturally, his voice was filled with a spiritual intensity.
He made me come three times as he plowed my bleeding hole.
Each come was a little better and longer than the one before.
Daddy was soon humping his daughter as hard and fast as he could.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him — hugging with desperation.
'So good! Feels so good, daddy!' I called out. My voice rose in pitch and made me sound younger than I really was. Daddy was in the final stages of the ecstatic act of incest. He plunged his dick all the way into my cunt. I could feel his balls resting and throbbing against the tingling slim cheeks of my precious teenage ass. I could feel the entire length of his awesome phallus convulsing against the taut walls of my recently opened fuck hole. Daddy arched his back and pressed against the backs of my thighs with his upper torso. He was on his knees and leaning forward. Daddy would have fallen on his face if his upper body hadn't been supported by my upraised legs.
Daddy shot his wad inside me. I used the muscles on the inside of my pussy pulling and tugging at his dick. He screamed like a bear with his absolute physical joy.
Then Daddy relaxed.
We were both glowing with the after-effects of the fuck.
He balled me three more times that night. Each was great. Then we got to sleep together. It was great being beneath the covers all snuggled up to him. As I drifted off to sleep I could feel his thick jam drooling from the pink slit between my legs.
That is the only time that Daddy gets to ball me according to tradition. I am not allowed to have sex again until my wedding night. I hope I get married young. I don't know how long I will be able to wait to experience that kind of pleasure again. I would like to stay a good girl. But, it's hard. I have a raging libido now that Mommy and Daddy have shown me the joys of being a woman. I know that there are plenty of boys in the neighborhood who would be as pleased as punch to fuck me in spite of the fact that I am an Oriental. I see the way the teenage boys on the street look at me. Their eyes are filled with lust. I know that want to ball me. I could have any of them if I wanted. Soon, they will start asking me out, and then it will even be harder to remain pure for my husband. Daddy assumes naturally that I will marry a Korean man who knows about the tradition. He doesn't realize how much casual sex occurs between American teenagers. He doesn't know that the traditions of Korea make me a little goodie-goodie, a real wimp, here in the States.
Case History Four
SUBJECT: Barbie M.
AGE: Sixteen When Barbie first entered our offices in the middle of last summer, I could tell right away that she came from an affluent family. She wore more make-up than girls her age usually did, and it appeared to be professionally applied. She wore expensive jewelry and was dressed in a fashion-oriented pants suit. Her fingernails were long and had been filed carefully to be all the same length with a common curve to their tips. Her fingernails
