The Art of Fellatio

I looked him in the face, my breathing erratic from the continued orgasm, “Fuck me daddy. Make me yours.” I whispered. A strange look of triumph crossed his face as he pushed that rod into his daughter’s hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me hard. My orgasm flew back to life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something brush my rectum. The asian juices from my wet vagina had lubricated it so anal when the finger slipped inside that darkest hole it went in easily. I was, never the less, shocked and surprised. But lick again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole combined feelings drove me almost to insanity. Right till the moment daddy pulled his cock out of my pussy and brushed it at the hole of my arse. My eyes flew open. So wide it hurt. Daddy waited for a second and when I didn’t say anything his throbbing cock slid into my bum hole with a seeming plop. The pain was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the orgasm that my pussy was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed more and more of that hard member into my arse until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his little girls bum hole while he fingered her clit through orgasm. Then my bum started to throb in rhythm to his penetration and feelings arose inside me that I couldn’t explain until the impossible happened. I orgasmed from my cock filled rectum. Mixed with my still throbbing orgasmic pussy I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as daddy filled my bum hole with his second load I blacked out. I awoke some time later lying on the settee covered with a blanket. I sat up and looked around. I couldn’t see daddy anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured coffee from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the stool was too hard against my saw rectum so I stood at the patio door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred. I can’t say I felt happy, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a better word. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my orgasm last night was without doubt my first and that Mike would never be able to satisfy me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his cock was a lot smaller than daddies. But I couldn’t get it out of my head that what we were doing….No! What DADDY massage was doing, was wrong. I also knew that I interracial would not be able to say no to whatever else he wanted to do. Not now and probably not ever. “So you’re awake at last.” The sound made me jump. “How long was I asleep?” “Only a couple of hours. Go and have a bath it will ease some of the soreness.” “Ok.” I said "Thanks It's awful tonight." Looking interracial at her lick cute feet in the sexy white cloth I felt like in heaven. Shelly felt anal her eyes watering up and she quickly left the tavern. Was Mrs. Albertson's tongue thrusting into my mouth? “Well.. Ryan was the first one to miss out, but he was watching Paul and Dan most of the time. Such as a half t-shirt that doesn’t fully cover your breasts and a skirt that teases me by being just asian long enough so I don’t see your cunt or ass unless you bend over. Oh, Walter! My orgasm swelled faster. He noticed her alright, even with tiny titties, she was massage a bomb in female flesh.