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Our Start
by Flinders (address withheld)
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Dad says good night in a most pleasant way. (MF, inc,
oral, rom)
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Thighs to Ears
The moistened finger slipped easily between my lips
spreading its sweet coating across the surface of my
tongue. The then salty tastes after taste spread as the
finger slid smoothly along the taste buds of my tongue.
In reflex I closed my lips sucking gently to increase
the pressure and intensity of the tastes. The musky
scent diffused quickly filling my nostrils allowing me
to identify the slippery film on the bottom of the
finger. I delicately sucked on the finger to gain the
remainder of the natural liquor.
Sensing the pleasure I was receiving, the finger was
withdrawn. Within seconds the finger was re-introduced
with an increased application of sticky moisture. The
finger was eagerly accepted and the previous response
repeated. This time the taste had become richer in
flavour and smoother in texture making the enjoyment
more cultivated and long lasting.
No words were exchanged but intense communication was
rapidly being promised. The responses continued with
more intensity until a vivid understanding was reached.
We both realised that the finger was now delaying the
union between my wanton tongue and the source of my
alexia. I recognised that this intoxicating cream was
being offered to entice my affections as well as to
please me.
The next time the finger had its coating removed it was
withdrawn from between my lips and quickly replaced by
the succulent and fragrant source of the creams. My
nostrils immediately filled with its scent adding to my
hurried desire. Now instead my tongue probed between a
second pair of opened lips sliding into a wet and warm
yielding pocket. My tongue was applied with an
ambrosial coating exuded from the lumen of this
delicious succulent tube.
Unlike the thin film collected from the coated finger
my tongue's surface was now flooded with thick liquors
that slowly spread across my tongue. The taste was
intense yet mellow. The liquor's effects were propelled
through my mind in jolts of excitement, comfort and
increasing appetite.
I sucked deeply on the fluids swallowing the thickening
creams as they continued to travel along my tongue
before flooding my mouth. The volume was just enough to
keep my sucking response in tempo. A true meal was
being made of these creams until a slight spasm went
through the warm cavity holding my tongue.
First the spasms were irregular but quickly they began
to pulse. This upset the cadence of my swallowing.
Within moments the pressure on my tongue was squeezing
me so tightly that all I could do was flick its tip
against the protruding nodule at the apex of the
swollen lips. The pulsing ceased accompanied with rigid
application of pressure being carried with low basal
moans wafting through the evening air. The orgasm had
commenced lasting for many seconds ending in a gasp
that alerted me to the pleasure being received.
The exhausted lips opened relaxing their grasp on my
tongue. This immediately allowed for the thickest and
most intoxicating syrup to ooze into my mouth. I
swallowed several times enjoying its full and natural
tastes.
Moments later the strong thick thighs unclamped my
ears. After being kissed so exquisitely the only words
to be spoken were softly whispered, "I adore it when
you suck me off. Thanks Dad."
"You're welcome Jess, see you again tomorrow night.
Good night."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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