He worked it in and out.
He fucked me with it.
Then he pulled it out.
I could tell that the tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to satisfy the anal cravings I was experiencing deep in my bowels.
That was a job for my Daddy's humongous tool of manhood.
Maybe later.
Daddy allowed me to lower my feet back to the rug.
I settled on my ass. My anus was buzzing like I could never have dreamed. I had never even messed with myself there when I was masturbating. Daddy had a magic tongue — there was no doubt about that.
Daddy decided to spend the rest of his eating time working exclusively on my pussy. He placed the tip of his tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between my asshole and the bottom of my quim. The natural lubrication was gathered there thickly. He licked happily and again let out a humming sound of appreciation — to let me know how much he loved his daughter's vaginal taste!
He ran his tongue up to the base of my cunt and moved his fingers to my thoroughly engorged outer lips.
He pressed against those lips snugly and tugged them apart very slowly, not stopping until he made my seething honey pot look like a slab of raw meat.
Then he flicked his tongue up and down the outer cunt lips.
He licked at the sides of my clit but never touched it.
He was going to save the love button for last, I could tell.
I knew that Daddy was going to be patient in his oral manners.
He was going to bring me to orgasm as slowly as possible.
He knew the intensity of my climax would be enhanced by his teasing.
Daddy flicked his tongue across my pussy.
He licked all around the mouth of my fuck hole, and then worked the tip of his curious taster in between those lips. I could feel him massaging my urethra. He was an expert. He knew just what to do to maximize my pleasure. It was clear that he knew his way around a pussy. I imagined the pleasure that Mommy must have had before she died being eaten by this extraordinary man.
He made his tongue stiff and pointy and tried to plunge his taster deep into my poontang, but he didn't get very far. He quickly found my cherry and withdrew.
I was on the brink.
I was sitting at the edge of the cliff — ready to tip over. I was ready to be launched into a new dimension of pleasure.
Daddy's tongue was taking the first steps in turning me into a woman.
The handsome man placed his fingertip at the very top of my slit, a fraction of an inch above my clit.
He pressed against my love button's foreskin — the semi-circle of flesh that usually all but covered the center of my womanly pleasure.
He pushed upward and peeled the flesh away from my little man in the boat, so the entire clit was exposed and vulnerable to my Daddy's oral caress.
My clit felt as, hard as a marble as it quivered in front of his face. I could feel the sticks of TNT getting ready to go off in that ball of fiery flesh.
He could tell that I was not in the mood to be teased.
All of the muscles in my body were tensed and trembling. My senses of time and space were beginning to distort.
Everything seemed to take a lot longer than it probably did.
Daddy placed the tip of his tongue directly on my clit — but pulled it away before my come could start.
A lightning bolt of physical pleasure shot up the length of my suddenly arched backbone to my brain.
I couldn't help but buck.
I thrust upward with my loins.
I almost smacked Daddy's nose with my hard pubic bone.
Daddy wrapped his strong arms around my slim upper thighs.
He placed his hands on my lower belly and pinned my ass to the rug.
He wasn't about to have his nose busted while giving me head.
Daddy dabbed at my clit again.
Again I jerked.
His clitoral caresses were as short and light as he could make them — yet the sensation was amplified about a zillion times from the acuteness of my incestuous arousal.
I begged.
'Please, Daddy.'
He blew cool air on my love button.
'Make me come, Daddy.'
Daddy smiled, paused, and then put his tongue on the center of my womanly pleasure for keeps. He began to roll my love button around in a slow sexy circle like he was rolling a glass marble around in a sea of boiling oil. It didn't take long for the explosions to start, and just as I had anticipated, they were a thousand times more spectacular than anything I had ever felt before. And that was saying something, because I have had more than my share of hot masturbatory sessions in my day, both before and after I began having sex with Daddy.
'CUH-CUH-COMING!' I screamed.
My voice was high-pitched. The tenseness in my throat muscles was squeezing at my vocal cords. The pleasure was incredible.
'CCCOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!' I hollered at the top of my lungs. I let out a wail that was so high in pitch that only wandering dogs in the neighborhood might have been able to hear it.
I could feel the ultimate physical pleasure spreading slowly outward from my convulsing love button.
The joy soon filled my vulva, and I could feel the natural lubrication practically gushing from the slit.
I could tell that I was squirting some fluid from my urethra onto Daddy's lower lip, which rolled onto his chin.
I knew that Daddy's face was going to be all wet and shiny with my poontang honey by the time he finished eating.
He began by licking at my clit very slowly and gently, but he could soon tell I needed greater stimulation.
He had to hold onto my lower torso very tightly to keep me from flopping right over with my muscle jerking.
I could feel my backbone seeking to crack like a whip as the orgasmic rushes moved up my backbone toward my head.
I could reel the pleasure spreading in ever-growing concentric circles, like ripples on a smooth pond.
I knew that those ripples weren't going to stop spreading until the joy of my climax had filled me completely.
I could feel a ball of fire forming at the base of my skull, like a comet, and I let out another shriek.
The orgasm burst into my already reeling brain and I felt as if I were spiraling upward toward the ceiling.
I actually felt as if I were adrift in mid-air there for a couple of seconds as my orgasmic bliss peaked.
I lost all perception of time and space. I felt as if I were journeying into a land where there was no time nor space. To a zone where there was only sensation. I could see brilliant balls of fiery light flashing in many colors on the insides of my tightly clenched eyelids. My back teeth came unclenched and my mouth fell gaping open. Tears of joy welled in my eyes. All of my skin became red with my orgasmic flush and I was slick from the hot perspiration of exertion that had oozed from all of my pores. The orgasm seemed as if it were going to go on forever.
Just when I thought the power of the spasms was bound to die down, Daddy did something I hadn't expected.
The handsome man wrapped his full sensuous lips around my love button and the surrounding flesh.
