He began to suck at the center of my womanly pleasure — hollowing his whiskered cheeks a bit in the process.
I wondered at that moment if it were possible for a little girl like me to pass out from pure pleasure.
The room was spinning wildly and I felt more as if I were in a dream than in the real physical world.
The pleasure was so physical that it was spiritual.
That may seem hard for you to believe, I don't know.
Maybe everybody in the world thinks that was about sex.
How the hell should I know? I'm just a little girl.
I have no idea how long the climax actually lasted.
I suppose that it must have been a matter of seconds.
But it seemed like almost an hour in my warped mind.
But all good things have to come to an end, I suppose.
And the same is true of even the best of orgasms, right?
The come ended inevitably as rapidly as it had begun.
All of my muscles relaxed at the same time and I collapsed.
The spasms stopped and I could feel the ecstasy of my sexual release being replaced by the beautiful warmth of my post-orgasmic afterglow.
I lay still.
I struggled to catch my breath.
My breasts heaved up and down as I sucked fresh air.
Daddy pulled his face away from my pussy immediately once my climax ended — knowing that my clit was too sensitive to be touched just then. The condition was temporary of course.
My body was soaked with sweat. My heart was still racing.
My nipples were still straining toward the ceiling of the livingroom.
Daddy pulled his face out from between my thighs and rested his strong whiskered chin in the center of my pubic patch. He looked at me between my breasts and smiled cheerfully. I could tell by his facial expression that he was pleased with himself for giving me such superb enjoyment.
'How was that?'
'Wonderful, Daddy.'
'Tell me.'
'Better than anything I could have imagined.'
I giggled at him.
'What's so funny?'
'What about it?'
'It's all wet and shiny.'
'And whose fault is that?'
'I take full responsibility.'
Daddy began to wipe his face on the back of his huge hand.
But I stopped him with gentle fingertips on his inner wrist.
'Let me lick you clean,' I said. 'Get on your back.'
That seems like as good of a time to take a break. My throat is getting a little tired. Would it be okay if I had a soda or something and we finished this this afternoon?
Interview Two
I feel much better. To tell you the truth, I was feeling kind of horny during the end of the first interview. Wow. I had a little more than a Coke during the break. I also made a trip to the ladies room, if you know what I mean.
Where was I?
Ah yes.
I rolled Daddy over on his back. It seemed only fair to return the favor. I wanted to make him come in my mouth.
I licked his face clean.
I lapped eagerly with the flat part of my uncoated tongue.
This turned naturally into a soulfull kiss that lasted a long time.
I opened up Daddy's shirt and pulled it off. He helped. I ran my fingertips through the thick rug of salt and pepper fur that covered his chest and belly.
I rolled my fingertips over his nipples and loved the moaning sound that Daddy made in the back of his throat.
I kissed and licked and bit at his strong neck for a while. I realized that Daddy's tiny male nipples were just as sensitive as my own. I had always wondered why males had nipples in the first place. They didn't seem to have any purpose. I figured if they were an erogenous zone that was reason enough for their existence. I had to get a look at his cock. I had waited long enough. I got on my knees down by his hips and worked my fingers under the tops of his pajama bottoms. He obediently lifted his hips by pressing down with the balls of his huge feet. I tugged down his drawers and I thought my eyeball's were going to come popping right out of my sockets. I couldn't breathe for a second. I think my heart skipped a beat.
He was huge.
Humongous.
My caddy's prick had to be nine inches long!!! Unbelieveable.
I don't know if that is normal or not, but it seemed big to me.
It was certainly a hell of a lot bigger than anything I had envisioned in my sexual fantasies while touching myself in an impure manner.
I could see that his cock was thickest at the head. I tried to imagine my pussy opening far enough to take that rod and I failed. I figured that Daddy would tear me apart and make me bleed of internal injuries if he tried to plow into my virgin slit with that pole. The head was shaped like a mushroom. It was a deep purple color. The head was obviously thoroughly engorged with the blood of Daddy's acute incestuous horniness. The skin that covered the head of his dick was stretched smooth and tight as a drum-skin. His swollen glans looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside. I found myself looking at the little piss hole in the center of his spear. I was surprised that his urethra had little lips on either side of it making it look like a nether mouth. At that moment the hole was opening and closing with the tiny spasms Daddy was experiencing there so the hole looked as if it were trying in vain to speak.
The shaft of his cock was not quite as thick as the head.
The stem of the prick was a slightly lighter shade of purple.
But it was just as hard — as hard as pure granite.
His cock flopped flat on his belly and bounced up and down.
The tip of his lance rested several inches above his navel.
Although his hair was too thick to actually see his bellybutton.
The cock had dilated blue veins running up and down the underside.
Those veins protruded from the surface making the stem look gnarled.
His cock looked craggy — as if it were a manifestation of ire.
It looked more like an angry weapon than a tool of love-making. I looked at the sack below his cock that held his balls.
The sack was obviously filled to the brim with his come.
I wondered how long it had been since he had shot his wad.
I couldn't picture him masturbating, but I knew he must have.
I could see that his testicles were badly swollen.
