Daddy's darlings: sweet young things

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.

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.