“I would never think that,” he replied.
With Dad tightening his grip on my bottom, I grabbed his head with my hands and laid a deep, tongue-plunging, lovers’ kiss on him that lasted for what seemed hours, exploring his mouth as only a lover could. His cock began to jerk and buck wildly as our tongues danced, wet and deep. What finally parted our lips were his hands, which wondered from my butt to the hem of the costume, drawing it up over my torso and over my head, leaving me stark naked, with his penis bucking like a rodeo bull beneath me.
I slowly slithered down his legs, where I situated myself on my knees before him, noticing that my pussy had left a wet spot on the flannel of his pajama bottoms where I had been sitting. The silence of the night was indescribable. The whole world had come to a standstill, and we were the center of the universe. Words were futile and meaningless. Time was ours to manipulate, as unhurriedly, I untied the string of his pajamas, sliding them down his legs, and tossing them behind me, never taking my eyes off his engorged penis.
I had always thought a man’s penis a funny little thing, hanging like it does, poking its little peckerhead out from a hairy bush. I’d seen so many as a child growing up. Men liked to parade them around in the many nudist camps we visited growing up, and although they professed to be liberal and free about nudity, I always think they got a vicarious thrill flopping them around in front of me as a little girl. I quickly learned to ignore them, assigning them no more importance than noses or big toes.
But now, perhaps for the first time, this cock held a different meaning, filling me with urges hitherto unexplored. It was primeval and totem-like; standing there before me, screaming in a language that a thousand words could not comprehend. I kissed the tip of it with my little puckered lipstick-enhanced mouth. It was beautiful. It was gorgeous. And it was, Oh My God! … so fucking big!
I took the top of it in my mouth, sucking my tongue around it to give my mind a tactile image of its monk’s hood shape, circling the tip of my tongue about its girth in playful twirling motions. Then slowly I began to orally take it deeper and deeper. Soon it was pushing against the back of my throat, which I slowly widened to take it even deeper, until the whole shaft was inside of me; my nose nestled firmly in his pubic hair, which was thick and bountiful. I held it there for a few long seconds, unable to breathe as it cut off my air passages, then finally withdrawing, leaving a stream of saliva thick and slippery.
I used the slipperiness to manipulate his cock with both my hands, then repeated the whole process again and once again. The third repetition brought on a deep and rumbling moan from Dad’s throat, and I realized that he was about to have an orgasm. I straightened up on my knees, so that his cock was level with my tits, just in time to be covered with copious amounts of cum, pumping with my fingers tight around his cock, to get every drop.
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