Unknown: Daddy_s darlings: sweet young things

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?

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.

They rested heavy like golf balls at the base of his scrotum.

His scrotal sack, like his cock, was bigger than I figured.

I could see that it was too big to be held in my palm.

And that was no matter how far apart I spread my fingers.

I guess that Daddy could sense that I was frightened by my first vision of his pulsating lance. He sat up and began to stroke my temples lightly.

"It's okay," he said.

"But it is so big," I said. "And I am so little!!!"

"You are a lot more elastic than you think," he exclaimed.

"But won't it hurt when you stick it in me?" I asked.

"Yes it will, pumpkin," Daddy said. "I'm not going to lie."

"It scares me when I think about it, Daddy," I said.

I could feel a cold sweat, a fear sweat, forming under my arms.

"The pain will only last for a little while," he said.

"And what happens when the pain goes away, Daddy?" I queried.

"Then begins a lifetime of womanly pleasure," he replied.

"Oh Daddy! You always know the right thing to say," I said.

"Are you going to give your Daddy's cock some kisses?"

"Uh huh. I want you to come in my mouth," I exclaimed.

"That's a good idea," Daddy said stroking my cheeks.

"How come, other than it will feel good?" I asked him.

"Because then I will be able to fuck longer when I get hard again."

"Oh goodie, Daddy," I said cheerfully, clapping my hands.

"You want your first fuck to last for hours, don't you, darling?"

"Forever. I know that it will be even better than when you licked me."

"I hope you are tight, pumpkin. I hope you are right."

There was a note of worry in Daddy's voice, I heard.

Daddy opened his legs and propped myself up on my elbows between his thighs so I could pleasure him with my mouth.

His thighs are very muscular. I think one of his thighs is bigger around than my waist. I swear.

I kissed my way to his balls and began to lick at the base of the sack. He began to gyrate his hips.

I pushed my fingers in between the carpet and the base of his balls delicately and lifted his nuts slowly.

I bobbed his swollen testicles up and down on my slightly bent fingers for a moment or two and he groaned.

I must have looked as if I were trying to determine the weight of his glands of masculinity as I fondled.

I lifted the scrotum far enough to get my tongue underneath it so I could lick at the hypersensitive patch of skin between his nuts and his asshole. I thought about rimming him, but I would have had to pry away all the hair with my tongue first. I licked at his scrotum with the flat part of my tongue until the entire thing was drenched with my drooling saliva. My saliva gland was still going berserk. It would have been an understatement to say that my mouth was watering with the taste of my Daddy's balls. My taste buds were actually tingling and felt as erect as either my nipples or my clit.

"Suck my balls," Daddy said.

His voice was desperate.

Wanton.

Breathless.

He spit out the words like three watermelon seeds.

His hips moved in a fast circle as I parted my lips.

I concentrated on making my mouth cottony soft.

I knew how easily I could hurt those glands if I weren't careful.

The last thing I wanted to do was cause my Daddy pain.

I wrapped my curled lips around his right nut and began to suck. I could hear Daddy's breaths getting shorter and closer together. He was letting out a quick moan of pleasure with each of his rapid exhales. I sucked his balls for a long time and then placed the pointy tip of my tongue on the underside of his cock near the base. I began to flick back and forth very lightly and very quickly. I looked at the longest of the dilated blue veins that lined the craggy underside of his phallus and decided to use it, like a line on a road map, to determine my tongue's route. I began to move my head and shoulders and my flicking tongue got ever closer to the head of his rod. I paused at a fleshy patch just below the head of his cock because Daddy jerked when I first licked there and I could tell it was especially sensitive. You know the spot. Below where the head splits to make it look like a ripe plum. I ran the tip of my tongue right up that split until I was using the sides of my tongue to caress the swollen lips on either side of his opening and closing urethra. I worked my fingers in between the shaft of his cock and his hairy belly with my palm turned upward toward the ceiling of the livingroom. I bent my fingers slightly and formed a cradle for his shaft. I could see that my dainty fingers would have to strain to make it all the way around the shaft of his awesome spear — which will give you an idea of the kind of girth that log has!