Daddy's darlings: sweet young things

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.

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!

I lifted his cock tip until it was pointing at twelve o'clock. I made an open fist around the base of his prick. I used my left hand to clutch as much of his full scrotal sack as I could with my fingers parted as far as I could get them. I playfully flicked my tongue tip across his piss hole and he began to bounce up and down on the tight cheeks of his ass as the muscles in his thighs tensed with the extent of his arousal. I could tell that I wasn't going to have to suck Daddy's cock for very long before he would serve me with a hot meal. He was very close to blowing his top. I wasn't afraid of swallowing his come at all. I figured that anything that came out of Daddy's log would have to be as sweet as honey. Besides, I had read that a man's come was almost one hundred percent protein, and was actually very good for a little girl to drink. The problem was going to be getting the huge head of his cock far enough inside my mouth to suck. It was going to be a tight fit. As you can see, my mouth is not very large. I knew that I was going to have to keep my lips curled over my teeth as I sucked so I wouldn't bite him by mistake and break the mood.

I concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of my face and breathing exclusively through my nose.

I moved so that my head was directly above the tip of his cock.

I dropped my jaw.

My mouth fell open.

Gaping.

The skin at the corners of my mouth was pulled very tight.

My jaw felt like it was going to lock in the open position.

My nostrils flared wildly and I made snorting noises.

I plunged down with my head.

I took his cockhead.

The corners of my mouth were stretched even more.

I managed to wrap my lips around the ring of scar tissue at the base of his glans and I kept my tongue as busy as I could. I immediately began to suck hard, drawing in my cheeks and making wet sloppy sounds.

He moaned his loudest moan so far.

I realized that Daddy wasn't going to be satisfied with having just the head of his cock sucked by his daughter.

Oh no.

Daddy was used to the best.

He wanted me to offer my throat as well as my mouth. He wanted me to take all of his cock into my oral cavity.

I was compulsive.

I tried to relax the muscles in my gullet as much as I could.

I straightened my neck so the complete violation of my throat would be more comfortable for both of us.

I pushed down with my head.

His huge cock head worked into my throat.

I gagged painfully and my eyes filled with tears. But I kept pushing. My lips crept down the shaft of his throbbing cock toward the base.

"You don't have to do that…" Daddy started to say, but his pleasure overtook him as he felt the gagging of my throat blissfully squeeze at his cock head.

I couldn't believe how filled with cock meat my throat was. I had taken him all. My nose was buried in the thick patch of pubic hair at the base of his stalk, making it even more difficult to breathe. I pulled back up very slowly, using my throat muscles to maximize Daddy's pleasure.

I worked his cock in and out of his throat smoothly and steadily.

I pulled up so that only his cock head was in my mouth.

Then I pushed back down until once again I gripped him at the hilt.

This wasn't just a blow job.

Daddy was fucking my face!

All of his muscles stiffened.

His cock got even thicker and harder – although I wouldn't have thought that possible if I hadn't felt it for myself. He bucked wildly. I knew that I didn't have long to wait before he spewed his spunk. I pulled up so that my lips were clutching very hard at the ring of scar tissue at the base of his glans.

I didn't want him to come with his cock down my throat. That way the semen would miss my tongue and I wouldn't be able to savor the masculine flavor of that slippery seed – which was one of the parts of the oral sex act I had been looking forward to the most.

He began to scream.

"C-C-C-COOOOMMMIINNGG!" Daddy called out.

I guess I could have figured that part out for myself.

Suddenly the piss hole dilated and his cock spewed.

My mouth was filled completely with his sperm and I puffed out my cheeks. I began to swallow as hard as I could in a vain attempt to keep all of Daddy's silver seed inside my mouth. There was a lot more of the jam than I thought there was going to be. The fuck juice was also hotter than I had anticipated and for a moment I thought that my cheeks and my tongue were being scalded by the thick spunk. I could feel the rich goo rolling out from the stretched corners of my mouth heading for my chin to cool.

The come had the texture of raw egg whites, I noticed, as it rolled down my working gullet toward a warm spot that was forming in the pit of my stomach.

I wasn't going to stop sucking until all of his come was sucked out.

I pumped his balls.

I pumped once for every beat of his racing heart.

I simulated Daddy's natural throbbing in this manner.

I also pumped up and down on the shaft of his dick with my fist.

I milked him.

I wanted to suck his scrotum dry. I wanted him to be able to fuck me forever before getting the urge to shoot his cream again.

His come was over.

Most of the fuck juice was on my belly, though some was on my face, my hand and Daddy's dick. His cock immediately lost its urgent rigidity.

I pulled my mouth off of his deflating glans and closed my mouth.

My jaw felt as if it were badly in need of oil. Rusty.

It felt like years since I had last closed my mouth.

I pumped his cock a couple of times and saw a bead of post-orgasmic dogwater form at his piss hole.

I licked this away with a single swipe of my slightly curled tongue tip and Daddy sighed with his glow.

He was flat on the floor and his chest was still heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath.

He was wet from sweat just as I had been after I came. My throat wasn't sore at all, in spite of the way I had ravaged myself.

I licked the head of his cock clean and then the shaft.

I released my grip on the shaft of his cock and his balls.

His dick slouched onto the inside of his thick thigh.

"Are you sure you never did that before?" Daddy asked me.

I giggled. "Honest, Daddy."

"You do it like an expert."

"It must be beginner's luck," I exclaimed modestly.

"I think you are just a natural lover, pumpkin." Daddy was sincere.

"That's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me, Daddy," I said.

"It's true."

"Thank you very much, Daddy," I said. I crawled up on top of him so we could kiss on the lips. Once again we rolled our tongues together and swapped spit.

"I'll be hard again soon," Daddy said.

"Uh huh," I said. I cleared my throat. "I hope it won't be too long."

"Sweetheart," Daddy replied, "you are so sexy it might be more than a few minutes."

We stood up and kissed. I had to get up on my tip toes and Daddy had to stoop over. I intertwined my fingers at the back of his strong neck and he put the palms of his hands on the small of my back.

"Let's go up to the bedroom," Daddy said when the kiss was over. I could feel my erect nipples throbbing against his hairy chest. I pushed forward a little harder so that my tits were flat against him.

He ground forward with his loins and I could feel his prick on my abdomen, still flaccid. Daddy slid his hands downward until he was clutching securely at my milky white ass cheeks.

He kneaded my ass flesh.

Daddy took my tiny hand and gave it a little squeeze.

He led me to the foot of the staircase. I remembered watching him come down those same stairs earlier in the morning. It hadn't been that long, but it seemed to me as if a lifetime had passed.

He took me up to the master bedroom and we got on the bed together. Daddy shut the door securely behind us even though there was no one else in the house. I guess it made him feel more secure.

Daddy rolled over on his back and I began to stroke his thighs. I moved the tips of my fingers to the base of his huge wrinkled scrotal sack so I could tickle him lightly there. I cupped his balls in my palm with my fingers spread apart and I heard him moan. I could actually feel his testicles beginning to swell, and I could tell that the ache was returning there. Daddy's cock began to grow. I could see that the head of his prick was becoming engorged before the rest of the shaft; I clutched his balls securely and pumped them regularly, imitating his natural throbbing. I released my grip on his balls and moved my hand to his cock, which was visibly larger and harder by this time. I lifted the head of his dick from the inside of his muscular thigh with my right thumb and forefinger and moved the phallus to the flat, hard plain of his belly so that it could grow to be a full-fledged boner with increased comfort. I arched my fingers and ran the tips up and down the underside of his cock, all the way from the base to the tip. I could see that the blue veins along the underside of his lance were once again swelling and becoming dilated, so that his dick was regaining its craggy appearance. I stroked him gently until he was as hard as a rock.

"Now, Daddy?"

"Yes, pumpkin."

"What position should I get in?"

"Get on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind."

Daddy wanted to fuck me dogggie-style. That was okay by me.

I didn't really give a shit what position we did it in.

As long as his cock got inside my pussy it would be just fine.

I sprawled on my belly and folded my hands beneath my cheek.

I pressed my loins against Daddy's bedspread for a moment and gyrated my hips, making a gurgling noise in the back of my throat from my growing incestuous lust. Daddy straddled my ass.

He massaged my shoulders and the back of my neck firmly.

I could feel all of my anxieties vaporizing with his touch.

I no longer feared the pain of having my precious cherry popped.

Daddy rubbed his way down my spine toward my sweet ass cheeks.

He pressed on each of the little bumps in my slightly arched backbone.

I propped myself up on my elbows with my forearms and palms flat on the bed.

I lifted my head and groaned deeply as he touched my buttocks.

Daddy pulled the cheeks of my ass as far apart as he could with his left hand as he ran the middle finger of his right up and down the sensitive skin in the crack of my tender butt.

Daddy massaged my asshole for a second and moved his finger down to the base of my pussy. I squirmed a little more beneath his caress. I pulled my knees up under my body. I kept my head low. My chin was only a fraction of an inch from the bedspread. I crossed my wrists just below my chin, still supporting the weight of my upper body on my elbows. I arched my back as sharply as I could and raised my ass up in the air. I had my knees so far apart on the bed that the cheeks of my ass and the lips of my pussy parted a bit in the process. As I lifted my ass a little higher I knew that a deliciously feminine curve was forming at the small of my back. Daddy knelt behind me. His cock was sticking straight out in front of his loins – standing at attention, and I could feel the tip throbbing against my right ass cheek for a moment. Once again I found myself thinking of anal intercourse, and I wondered if Daddy would have enough spunk to fuck me there after my cherry popping was through. I hoped so. Of course, I knew that it would be no tragedy if Daddy were too pooped to pop after he fucked me. I figured that he and I had a lifetime together. I knew that I would never have to worry about finding a boyfriend. I would always have my Daddy to give me all of the hot sex action I could possibly need.

Daddy used his hand to guide his cock head to my pussy slit.

For a moment I could feel his piss hole rubbing my love button.

This felt very good, but there was no way he could make me come in this way.

My clit's role as center of my womanly pleasure had been usurped.

I could feel a new magic spot forming – deep inside my poontang.

There was a ball of craving fire near my dimpled cervix by then.

I could tell that something wonderful was going to happen when Daddy rammed the rock-hard head of his cock against that new focal point of yearning close to the mouth of my womb. I could tell that he was going to make me come with that first violation of my virgin vagina in a way I had never come before.

Daddy slid the tip of his cock up and down my pussy slit slowly. I found it damn near impossible to keep my ass still. I was wagging as if I were a happy puppy with a long tail. Daddy lubricated the head of his cock with the plethora of cunt juice that was flowing from my cooze. My pussy was so wet with my natural lubrication that it was saturated and overflowing. I could feel my poontang honey rolling hotly and thickly down my grossly parted inner thighs – making the milky white skin there all wet and shiny.

Daddy moved the head of his cock to the base of my slit – which was on top when I was on my hands and knees.

The force of gravity was in favor of my breasts in that position.

My boobs looked even larger than they do usually.

The nipples were burning and hard, protruding from the tips.

The nipples were brushing against the bedspread as I rocked.

Daddy adjusted his hips so the shaft of his cock would be at the appropriate angle for deep penetration.

"Are you ready, pumpkin?" Daddy asked me in a tight voice.

"I don't want your cock. I need your cock," I said to him.

He tensed, and began to push forward with his hips. I know that his ass gets very tight when he is fucking. He tenses the muscles in his ass cheeks and presses his buttocks together so firmly that the world's strongest man would not be able to pry them apart with a crow bar.

I could feel the pressure increasing on my inner cunt lips – but for a long time nothing seemed to happen. I wasn't opening up for him. I thought that we had both bitten off a little more than we could chew. Once the penetration began it all happened rather suddenly.

The head of his cock moved in me before I was mentally prepared.

My inner labia were stretched further open than they had ever been.

The flesh was taut, stretched.

I swear I would have torn had he been a millimeter thicker.

I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my maidenhead.

Daddy didn't stop pushing forward at any second. His exertion was smooth and steady. Then he stabbed very hard and I could hear a tearing sound between my legs. I heard myself let out a sharp cry of pain and I felt as if I had just been stabbed in the cunt with a red hot poker. The pain rifled up to my brain and my mouth fell open. My lips quivered and I drooled a little on the back of my wrist. I could feel something warm and sticky mixing with my natural lubrication inside my saturated quim, and in a moment of raw horror I realized that this was my own blood I was feeling.

I was no longer a little girl – that much was for sure.

Daddy had used the head of his cock to make me a woman.

He had popped my cherry like a cork out of a champagne bottle.

Even though the major obstacle between Daddy and complete penetration had been torn away brutally, it would still be no easy task to get the entire length of his cock inside me.

My pussy was all shriveled and closed from lack of use and Daddy had to pry it gaping open using only the tip of his awesome tool of manhood.

I was extremely pleased to find that the sharpest pain from my cherry-popping only lasted a matter of seconds. It was replaced with a dull ache.

I found that the ache blended perfectly with the ache of desire I was feeling. I could tell that Daddy had been right about the elasticity of my cunt flesh.

I could feel the tip of his cock moving deeper into my pussy a fraction of an inch at a time, getting ever closer to the magic spot deep inside.

I could tell that the worst was over. Just as Daddy had said, I had nothing but a lifetime of womanly pleasure to look forward to at that point.

Daddy pulled his ups back tightly over his teeth. His face was half in a smile and half in a grimace as he shoved downward with his loins.

His eyes were opened only into slits, and his face had turned as red as a beet. I could see beads of sweat forming a straight line across his brow.

Daddy let out a loud grunt that completely emptied his lungs of air and drove the tip of his spear into me hard. He hit the magic spot at the mouth of my womb.

Just as I had figured, I immediately burst into an orgasm that was different from anything I had ever known before. My very first deep-vaginal climax.

I found that it was shorter and sharper than the clitoral comes I had known, but it was just as fulfilling, as the ripples of joy spread to fill me completely.

I screamed bloody murder as I came. I could feel muscles at the sides of my vulva relaxing so the rapidity of the violation was increased.

Daddy was beginning to touch me in places that I didn't even know I had – places I would have sworn up and down couldn't be touched from the outside.

The tip of his massive dick was pressing against the back wall of my pussy and I knew instinctively that there were several inches left to enter.

I could tell that Daddy was going to stretch the moist, pink, swollen walls of my seething vagina to full capacity – both length-wise and width-wise.

I was going to be filled to the brim with his cock meat.

I would be impaled.

He was going to drive to my core.

He found the center of my womanly being with his urgent penis.

He made me feel like a colorful butterfly on a pin on display under glass. He managed to get the entire length of his dick inside my belly – but it seemed to take forever.

I could feel Daddy's pubic patch tickling at my ass crack, and I could feel his masculine loins pressed snugly against my quivering buttocks.

I thought that Daddy would start his fuck motion right away, but instead he kept pushing forward with his lower torso, giving the illusion of sinking even deeper into my pussy. He gyrated his hips.

Daddy stretched the inner walls of my cunt in every possible direction with that circular motion. I could tell that the blood from my recently opened wound was trickling over my clit and into the red patch of pubic hair above my violated slit.