Chapter 7

Licking Pop's Lollypop

I started in on dad's body the same way I used to work on my dates from school-the preliminaries to my famous thirty-minute top-to-toe lick-job, that I'd been practicing so diligently all these years on every man and boy I was able to get my hands on.

It was too soon to zero in on dad's prick yet. The idea was first to get his whole body tingly and horny in all the most ticklish parts-and then to hit him with the knockout blow-the big weenie suck-off that would bring it all to a head. Now that I had him cock-hard and quieted down, I said, "Let's not just stand here. Why should we do a stand-up suck when there's this beautiful bed of yours right handy?"

I got up off my knees and steered him over to the bed, and he went like a lamb-no resistance at all anymore. I pushed him down onto the gold silk bedspread and then I eased myself down on top of him and slithered over his body like a huge, hot snake.

"Oh Christ I" he whispered. "You're a goddam witch, by God!"

"Fucking right," I said, "and I'm just about to cast my magic spell over you. You're doomed! Your soul now belongs to the devil."

He just closed his eyes and let out a big sigh, probably figuring that I wasn't lying.

I got right to work then with my educated tongue, first around his face-area. I started off with about a five-minute kiss, which is always great for openers. Tickling his lips and teasing his tongue, flooding his mouth with my warm saliva and blowing my sweet breath down his throat, already I had him breathing hot and heavy. But this was only the opening warm-up. He hadn't seen a goddam thing yet.

I did a quick tour all over his face, kissing and tongue-flicking his eyelids, his nose, his ears-all the ticklish spots-and with little bites here And there too, to spice up the mixture, especially on the lobes of his ears.

I had him strung up like a fucking bow at this point, twanging like a guitar string. His hands were grabbing at me all up and down my back, and I could feel his big fat freaked-out hard-on squirming around against my belly and crotch. His fuses were fizzing again-no question about that

Then I moved my tongue assault down onto his neck area-below the ears-under the chin in the hollow of his throat-I knew all the strategic places, don't worry.

All the time I was giving him this lips and tongue shit, my hands weren't exactly wasting any time either. I had them both stuffed under his ass, gently massaging his two cheeks and lightly fingering up and down the crack. Nothing drastic there so far-no finger up the hole or anything like that. With this kind of a slow-building top-to-bottom sex treatment, you couldn't start milking his prick or finger-fucking his asshole too quick or else you'd make him climax too soon and ruin the whole show.

That was always the big problem when I was practicing this act on boys from school-I'd no sooner start nibbling on their ear and finger-ticklingtheir asses, and BANG!-their hair-trigger cocks would be squirting off all over my goddam belly, the dumb little jerks.

Not that I expected that kind of trouble with dad, though. After all his years of experience, he would have enough self-control to hold his fire until the time was ripe. But even so, I didn't want to take any reckless chances, so I was leaving his prick strictly alone for the time being. Hands off the dynamite stick until all systems were go for the big final blast.

Ready for the next move downward, I lifted up my body off his then, so that my tits were dangling over him, with my nipples just hovering above his chest. Then I eased them down and gave his nipples a little tickle with my nipples, and a little teasy rub-around. His eyes were staring up at me-burning with the fire raging inside him-and he licked his trembling lips with his tongue. Poor dad! It looked like I was turning him into quivering jelly all over, with this tickle-treatment of mine. But it had to be a sweet kind of suffering, I figured.

I eased myself down again, squashing my boobs flat onto his chest and grinding my pussy-bush against his straining cock. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, drawing in a quick breath. Then he began to stir around under me, raising up one knee, trying to nudge my legs apart-and rolling his hips, trying to work his prick down under my belly so he could sneak it up into the cock-pit.

But I wasn't anywhere near ready to allow that kind of business yet. These warm-up maneuvers still had a long way to go yet.

"Cool it, dad-cool it," I whispered. "Just relax. Let me run the show this time."

He seemed to shiver, and he sighed and settled back down. So now it was my move again. I went back into my snake act then-slithering my body down over his, inch-by-inch, with my tongue flicking in and out like fangs, tick-tick-tickling as it went, down his throat and chest and ribs and belly. I'd swing from side to side and back again, and my long hair was dangling down onto him too, dragging lightly over his freaked-out flesh, doing a little extra tickling of its own around the edges of the main action.

When I moved below his belly button and began tongue-dancing up and down his crotch-hollows, his legs and hips started stirring again. He must have been thinking I was just about to close in on the big weenie for the final gobble to glory.

But I fooled him. Just one little lick on his prick-head at that point, and then I was heading south from tfiere, down his legs, tickling a meandering trail inside his thighs all the way to his knees.

I was intending to carry the operation all the way down to his feet, as I always did, ending up with some fancy tickling on his toes, but I didn't quite make it. All of a sudden I stopped short in the middle of a lick and raised up my head, real startled. Daddy was actually laughing at me!

And then he said to me, "May I ask-how far were you planning to go with this fancy tongue-bath business?"

I was really floored. Here I'd thought sure I was in complete control of the situation-that my brilliant tonguing magic had dad floating on cloud number nine-completely under my sinister spell. And now all of a sudden it sounded as if he was taking the whole fucking business as a huge joke!

I was crushed. "I-I thought you liked this. Doesn't it make you feel good?"

He sat up and patted my cheek in a fatherly way. "You did a beautiful job, you sly rascal. I found it fantastically relaxing, but I'm afraid it's not exactly my type of sex-thing. I prefer to take a more active part in the games I play. When I sport with a lovely lady, I like to lead the dance myself. If I wanted somebody to lick me all over and tickle me with her hair, I'd buy me a big shaggy female dog with a long tongue."

"Oh, shit-I'm sorry," I said, feeling like a goddam fool. "Why didn't you stop me sooner, if you didn't like it?"

"As I said, I found it very relaxing and most enjoyable," he said. "In fact, I'm completely calmed down from my previous state of nervous collapse, thanks to your clever little tongue."

"Then, you're not mad with me anymore about what I got you into tonight?" I asked him.

He leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "As you said a while ago, nobody knows what the hell we've done except us, and since it's too late to change what's already happened, why not enjoy ourselves? We're both lost sinners already anyhow--one or two more incestuous fucks are not going to make the fires of hell burn any hotter for us."

Wow, what a kick! He wasn't mad with me at all anymore. I kissed him back, and gave his lips and tongue another good long slobbery workout in the process. I was pretty breathless when I finally unglued my face from his and then I lay down across his body and panted into his ear, "What-what do you want to do, dad? Just tell me. I want to please you every possible way. Do anything you want to do to me-anything! Or just say the word and I'll do any goddam thing in the world to you that you want me to."

"Fair enough," he said, chuckling. "So let's put that fantastic tongue of yours to work again, only this time we'll zero in on the prime target where it'll do the most good. I'd just as soon you'd stay pretty much within the crotch area, if it's all the same to you. It'll take all the cock, ball and asshole action you can dish out-forget about my neck and knees and belly button. And just to show that my heart's in the right place, I'll give you a return dose of the same. Are you familiar with the classic 'sixty-nine' position? I do you, while you do me."

"I-I've heard of it," I said. "Some girls in school told me about it." I figured a little lie here wouldn't hurt. Better if he didn't know that his sweet daughter has been sixty-nining like crazy ever since the fifth grade.

So I played dumb and let him show me how to get down into position for it, and pretended it was all brand-new stuff to me. Although it probably was a little late to start acting innocent again, after ail the wild fucking and tonguing-Td already given him previously.

But I had a feeling that I wasn't fooling him anyway. "So this is your first sixty-nine, is it?" he said to me, looking up from between my legs, his chin resting in my pussy-beard. We both laughed, and he gave me a wink, so I decided right then that there wasn't any sense in still being coy about it.

"Well-ahem," I said. "It's not exactly my very first sixty-nine. In fact, it's more like my sixty-ninth sixty-nine! But I haven't really kept count."

We both laughed again, and he said, "Okay, then, let's get the show on the road. Last one to come is a rotten egg."

I ducked my head down into his crotch-vee and started right off with one of my most exotic touches-working on the pee-hole of his prick-head-fluttering my tongue on it like a hovering butterfly, while my fingers were buried deep in the lush bush of his pubic hair, tickling with my fingertips in the tender flesh at the roots, down where the trunk of his cock merged into the bag of his balls.

About five seconds of this business, and his prick was right back up to one hundred percent hard, and then I formed my lips into a tight little pussy-shape and began slowly-«lowly swallowing up his cock into the deepest depths of my throat, from head to root. All the time that his prick was sliding deeper and deeper down into my gullet, my tongue was fluttering and dancing all over it like crazy, giving every motherfucking inch of it a wild tickle-charge as it passed along the way from my lips to my tonsils.

And already I was starting to get return messages from what he was doing to my sprawled pussy down on his end of the action. He was using his tongue in me just as if it was a prick, poking it up into my slot-opening and riding it in and out the cunt-passage. It felt exactly like I was getting fucked real fast and furious by a wild little hard cock.

In no time at all we had this slam-bang action going full speed on both ends of the operation -dad tongue-fucking my cunt like crazy with these fantastically quick in-and-out moves, way faster and wilder and snakier than any prick could ever do it-and me lip-squeezing his cock just as if my mouth was a real tight cunt, milking his prick up and down at a gradually faster and faster speed, but also with my tongue giving it little extra bonus tickles on the inside at the same time, like no cunt in the world could ever do.

I don't know how long we went on with it. When somebody is really grooving in my pussy, whether it's with a straight eight pecker or a tiny little tongue or a plastic dildo or a cold Coke bottle, or whatever, I just lose all track of time completely. It becomes like a beautiful dream situation-everything floaty and fuzzy and unreal, and you just drift along with it, letting the sensational feelings spread from your cunt in all directions until your whole freaking body is one huge whacked-out extension of your cunt, and you can fee! yourself creaming and creaming and creaming, one orgasm after an-other./orever. Wow!

And somehow a tongue seems to do it for me best of all. I mean, an educated prick driving up your cunt is real beautiful especially when it's a lulu weenie like dad's-but a real good tongue-job from somebody that knows how to do it is the most fantastic kick of all. Any chick that's ever had a tongue-fuck up her snatch will know what I mean.

As for the guy's feelings in the case, I only hoped to hell I was doing half as much good for dad's tickler as he was doing for mine. All I knew was, when he popped his nuts finally, his cock shot off a fantastic explosion of come-shots, if that's any indication of the size of his orgasm. All of a sudden his big fat prick-head seemed to turn red-hot in my mouth-I swear I could actually feel the heat from it-and then these huge blobs of warm cream came rocketing out the end of it, and I just opened my throat and let it all pour down.

What a fantastic thrill it was for me, gobbling dad's hot gravy straight off the meat. It seemed to me that it was the most delicious meal I'd ever swallowed, and the peak realization of all the creamy dreams I'd ever had about him. What made it the greatest thing of all, though, was that at the exact moment I was gulping that flood of his love-juice down into me, I was also at the peak pop-off of my own string of orgasms.

Afterwards, it was great to find out that dad agreed with me on how beautiful a tongue-job could be on your sex-parts. When we were lying there together on the bed, letting our fires cool down, he said to me, "You suck off even better than you fuck, you little rascal. I wouldn't have believed it could be possible, but it was even more fun fucking your face than it was fucking your pussy."

I gave him a big happy smile and said, "What's a daughter for, if it's not to suck her father's prick for him? It's the least I can do." I gave a lick to his lips, which were still smeared up with my own come-juice, and took hold of his prick for a friendly grab and squeeze. "Any time you're ready to go again, dad, just say the word.

I'm ready for a nine-inning ball game if you are. Which one of my holes do you want to stick it in next?"

He sighed. "I hate to confess this," he said. "It could ruin my hard-earned reputation. But I don't believe I could raise another hard-on tonight if my life depended on it."

I told him I didn't believe it, and I bet him ten dollars that I could make his cock stiffen up again and rise to new heights-but I lost. I tried every goddam way I knew-sucked and nibbled on it for ten solid minutes, gobbled his balls, tongue-fucked his asshole, everything-but poor old dad for once in his life was completely fucked-out for sure.

But I wasnt too upset after all, because it had been a fantastic night for me-beyond all my dreams-and I figured now that we'd got the incest ball rolling, there'd be plenty more hard core nights in the future along the same lines. I thought everything was really all set between us, because dad confessed to me at the end of our wild sixty-nine that he'd had a big hard-on for me for years, but he'd never dared to do anything about it. So he was just as glad as I was about the way things had worked out that night.

But then the very next day the son of a bitch did a complete switcheroo on me. He toid me that the whole thing between us was impossible -we'd made a terrible mistake-he could never forgive himself-all that kind of shit. So he bad decided that the only "honorable" thing to do was to send me off to live with good old Aunt Edith permanently. He thought that he and I shouldn't even see each other anymore from then on, just so there'd never be any temptations between us!

Well, shit! I screamed and bawled and raised holy hell, but a fat lot of good it did. He'd made up his goddam tight little mind, and that was that.

It never happened, though. No way in the world I'd ever go live with prissy-ass old Aunt Edith. I figured if goddam dad didn't want me around after all that fantastic balling I'd given him, then fuck him! And fuck Aunt Edith too. I just packed my bag on the spot and took off for faraway places, and I've been bumming around on my own ever since. I haven't seen the old man from that day to this, and frankly I don't give a shit if I never do again.

I've found out that there are plenty of men around that appreciate what I can do for them sex-wise, and they're able to make the sparks fly in my sex-box just as well,as dad did that night. So who needs him? He's not the only stud in the world with a nine-inch prick and an educated tongue. The woods are full of them!