Forty-eight hours after my sons scampered onto the bus headed toward Camp Slap-a-ho, or whatever the fuck it was called, the day dawned brightly and with a thrumming of excitement. Apparently, my dick awoke some time earlier and was straining to get out and greet the day. My wife was a flurry of activity, packing toiletries and the like. When I had wrangled my penis into cooperating, I dressed and headed to the kitchen to have the morning brew and view. I sat reading the paper, patently ignoring my wife and her litany of instructions on how to operate a microwave and where the food was located.

Sarah came into the kitchen with a nervously flashed smile towards me, then a guilty drop of the eyes. At least her mother could latch on to her for awhile, turning my daughter's brain into mush with the intricacies of washing the clothes. I half read the newspaper and half watched my daughter, who was scantily attired in her pajama shorts and a halter-top. She seemed so tense and jittery, I bet she'd jump out of her skin if I yelled "Boo!" We could not have that, though. No one want to fuck a skinless person...well, mostly no one. I smiled inwardly as she disregarded all the domestic lessons my wife was imparting unto her and only seemed interested in when Rachel was leaving and when she was getting back. Her mother answered her out of hand and Sarah said to let her know when she was ready to leave. She swirled, briefly revealing one plump little butt cheek from under the flimsy flannel of her PJs. As she turned the corner to exit the kitchen and return to her upstairs lair, she half turned, looking back at me with a guilty smile, her finger clamped in between her pearly white teeth. I knew right then how things were going to be played out. At least I thought I knew how things would play out. I think, maybe I did. Come to find out, I did not know shit.

There were a few tense moments before Rachel was to leave. The first occurred around nine or so. The minister called to said that there would be at least an hour delay because the charter bus had broken down in the church parking lot. He called back within fifteen minutes to say that the charter bus company had sent a replacement bus which, he was happy to announce, was more luxurious than the original one. Then at a little before ten, Rachel's friend Valerie, who was also her ride to the church, called to say she wouldn't be picking her up. It seemed that her husband had succumbed to his high fat diet and popped a head gasket and stroked out in the middle of the night. He wasn't dead, but was not what one would technically call alive either. Valerie said she was staying with her husband at the hospital. Rachel said that she would just cancel the trip to New Orleans and meet Valerie at the hospital to console her in her time of need. Now I was the one that almost came out of my skin. Even if I had to knock Rachel over the head with a blunt object and stuff her in a FEMA care package, that bitch was going to the Big Easy, one way or another. Apparently Valerie talked Rachel out of martyrdom and told her that she'd be fine and that Rachel should go and help those unfortunate people on the Gulf Coast. Thank you God and Valerie! If her husband ends up dying, I may have to throw her a little pickle tickle just to say thanks. Hell, even if he doesn't die, I may just fuck her on top of his vegetative ass. Yes, I realize that there is a special place designated for me in Hell. The one where they send child molesters and people who talk too loudly on their cell phones.

I ended up taking Rachel to the church about an hour later and made nice with her. I hugged her, kissed her, and did not even act anxious when it seemed to take forever for the Jesus Journey to commence. When they finally departed, I raced home at breakneck speed. I just felt like, without my influence there, Sarah might get cold feet and make plans to spend the next couple of weeks at one of her friend's house. I got home and nonchalantly strolled upstairs. Sarah had some bubble gum pop crap on her stereo and was talking to someone on her cell phone. I eavesdropped, just a little, so I could see if she was making plans to go out or something. She told whomever she was talking to that she would not be able to go out tonight because her mom just left on a trip and her dad had her on lockdown. In that moment, the planets aligned, peace on Earth prevailed and I knew that if I called customer service, I would be immediately put through to an actual human who actually spoke English! This meant that Sarah wanted this to happen. She wanted to have...well, sex is too impersonal and an affair implies that the act is with a stranger. Fuck, I don't know what you'd call it, but I knew she wanted it now!

I treaded lightly back downstairs to the den and tried to quell the parade in my head with a little television. I flipped through the stations, not really paying attention to what was on, just marking time. I knew that she would have to bring it up, putting her in the role of the young, nubile seductress. "Married With Children" was on one of the channels and for a moment I was actually watching it, but the old perversion train quickly rolled around when "Kelly" came onscreen and I thought, who wouldn't take a running fuck at that, even if it was your own daughter.

The word "Daddy" from behind my recliner was apparently the very word that would cause me to become unglued. I jerked like a spastic marionette, tossing the remote straight up in the air, then deftly catching it with my face. I swiveled the chair around to face my beautiful daughter. She had changed into a pair of skintight, pink terrycloth shorts ands a light blue halter top that said "Daddy's Girl" in glitter across her firm breasts. She laughed out loud at the Olympic style seizure that I had and was bemusedly concerned with the impression that the remote might have made on my face. She caressed my forehead with a loving tenderness that still could not conceal her amusement. I took in her form and inhaled her scent. Her nipples were distended and poked proudly outward and upward without the hindrance of a brassier. Scanning down her taut frame, I grazed my eyes across her flat tummy, almost feeling the softness of the fine, almost imperceptible, downy blonde hairs trailing down into the waistband of her shorts. Her skin was so tanned and had the appearance of perpetual gooseflesh, glowing and firm. I felt the soft, fluffy texture of her shorts in my mind, imagining the sensual warmth encased within. I noted that she wore no underwear and I could see the seam of the crotch separating her lips into a perfectly alluring camel toe.

Breaking through my lustful reverie, Sarah suddenly turned serious. She said we had to talk as she sat across from me on the divan. Her poise was graceful, yet nervous. She sat bolt upright with her thighs spread ever so slightly, leading me to believe that this conversation was going to be hard to follow. She started by saying that she didn't know how to even start, averting her eyes from my own stare. She asked me if I remembered the day that I asked her how to send pictures on the cell and I said sure, why? Her voice became breathy and hitching slightly as she stated, bluntly, that I accidentally sent her the picture. Now, this part I had actually practiced. I looked embarrassed and aghast all at once and stammered so many "Oh, my Gods" and "I'm so sorrys" paternally stroking her thigh the whole time. I told her how mortified I was and how she must be scarred for life. She perked up and said not to worry, she wasn't scarred at all and that I had nothing to be embarrassed about. She said that last little tidbit with a glance at my pants and a knowing smiled pursed on her sweet, glossy lips. Then the moment hung and spun out. She looked at me as if I should lean in for the climactic, taboo kiss that would suddenly turn into a frenzy of unleashed sexually repressed desires...and I just sat there. I just fucking sat there, frozen. I had the opportunity of a LIFETIME sitting, slightly spread legged in front of me and I FROZE!!! I could even see the cloth clamped between her swollen pussy lips dampen and I could not think of how to proceed for the life of me! The moment spun out then passed. Sarah got up and said that she just thought that I should know what happened and I watched as her firm ass jiggled and jumped in it's pink, terry-cloth prison as she ascended the stairs. She sounded so disappointed, so confused. She was ready and for all of my huff and bluff, I was not.

I sat there absolutely dumbfounded and numb for quite a while. I ran through all of the things that I could say....should've said....all the things I should have done. If I had just leaned in slightly, she probably would have met me halfway for the kiss that would have made everything possible. I thought about going upstairs and roughly taking her, but the paradigm had irrevocably changed. I stood up, heavy and somewhat sick to my stomach and headed upstairs. I stood outside of her door for a few minutes, contemplating my options. In the end, I yelled through the door that I wasn't feeling good and was going to lie down for a couple of hours. She asked if I was alright with some concern in her voice. I told her I just needed to lie down, no big deal. I stripped off all my clothes and slumped into bed. I thought about just tossing one off. Maybe busting a nut would clear the images of my daughter out of my head and let me think a little clearer. My dick was even pissed at me, staying defiantly limp in response to the pleasures I had denied it. I actually did fall asleep, fitfully at first, then in a desperately deeper sleep to temporarily ignore my downfall.

I awoke to the door being opened. I must have slept for hours because the light coming through the drawn blinds was scant. Must be at least five o'clock and the sun was on the west side of the house. Through the dimness, I saw my daughter, absolutely naked, closing the door and walking towards me. With my grogginess and the dreamlike way in which Sarah approached the bed, part of me felt as if I was still asleep. She stood above me with just an ethereal light illuminating her precious form. She drew the sheet back without hesitation and with purpose. She caught a hitching breath as my rigid cock sprang from under the thin cloth. It was like she was absolutely mesmerized by the throbbing flesh as she dropped to her knees at the side of the bed. Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps as if she had exerted herself somehow. She looked up at me and said that it was beautiful and that she had been dreaming of doing this for so long.

She came up slightly on her haunches and grasped my aching cock in her tiny hand drawing her mouth close to the head of the stiff affair. She said she was sorry and not to hate her for what she was about to do. Hate her? I told her that I loved her and nothing she wanted to do would make me think any differently. With that, she wetly and wildly attacked my cock, swallowing a quarter of it in a desperate fury that I have never witnessed before. She swiveled her head around and around, swirling her tongue around and around the shaft as she grasped the base of my rigid member with both of her hands.

Her whole body was in movement, a sensual sinuous ballet. She had worked her left leg onto the bed and her other leg was planted unyieldingly upon the floor. Her ass rose and fell, rotated and bucked like an unseen lover was entering her. Her pussy was a drenched dream, literally dripping droplets of her sweet honey on top of the sheets. Her back arched and her turgid nipples drew forward and back against my stomach, sending tremors to my loins. I reached between her parted thighs, barely touching her swollen lips, catching her wetness in my palm. My index finger brushed her distended clit and my daughter went into an apoplexy of pleasure.

She came off of my cock head with a yelp and then quickly wrapped her mouth around my cock again, greedily drinking the copious pre-cum that flowed from the slit. Sarah drove her head downward in a frenetic bobbing motion, drawing my cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Her hips bucked back and forth, begging like a bitch in heat to be satisfied. I reached my arm around her waist, pulling her lower body onto my chest. I looked at this beautifully tight pussy, my daughter's sweet little slit and ached with the need to possess it in every way. I just couldn't take it anymore, driving my tongue as deeply as it would penetrate her warmth. Sarah squealed deeply in her throat, the vibrations sending even more cum up my shaft and into her waiting throat. She drove her hips back, aggressively grinding her own clit against the rough stubble of beard on my chin. I could feel that hard, fleshy pearl scrape against my coarse beard and felt the soft tremors run through her every time she drove herself harder against my face. Her sopping wet pussy threatened to drown me, her cunt lips wetly wrapped around my own, urging me to tongue fuck my baby girl ever deeper. Sarah rose up, pushing all of her weight back onto my face, riding it like an innocent whore having her first orgasm. She started moaning louder and louder, saying the most perverse and obscene things she could utter. She told me she wanted to fuck her daddy's huge cock, that she wanted me to cum in her mouth and inside her pussy, she wanted to feel cum all over her body. She told me she knew that I wanted to fuck her, that I wanted to fuck my little girl. The words she was saying and the movement of her fresh, sweet body in such a lecherous manner was driving me to the edge.

As she sat upright, I reached around her and grabbed her firm tits roughly, sending her into another gale of obscenities and licentious gyrations. I squeezed her breasts harder and harder, sliding my fingers around them, feeling their perfection. Her pliable sweat slicked tits enticed my clutching hands, allowing my fingers to slip to her rock hard nipples. I pinched them viciously between my fingers, twisting them brutally. She came up some with a shriek of pain, but her pussy drenched me with a gush of pleasure. She moaned and screamed, coming all over my face. As her orgasm subsided, she suddenly impaled her mouth on my aching member, taking the whole length down her throat.

I had never been deep throated by any woman before and the feeling of my baby doll's throat muscles working up and down half of my cock was beyond belief. She pulled my cock free of her mouth and jerked on it viciously with both hands as she sat on my chest. Her pussy was wetly suctioned to my chest and I could feel it pulse with it's own need. She said she wanted to see me cum, she wanted to lick up my cum up like a bad girl. She wanted to see how much cum I would squirt for my baby girl. That was enough. I had never cum like this in my life. My legs actually went numb and my balls tightened up and all I could hear was my daughter saying how much she wanted to lick up my her daddy's cum, how she loved the taste of her daddy's cock. She was driving herself to another orgasm by grinding her drenched cunt against my chest and repeating all of theses lecherous things, stressing to herself how this was her daddy's cock, her daddy's cum, like a perverse mantra. The actually orgasm seemed to last forever, causing me to arch my back and curl my toes, my daughter's sweet ass sliding towards my face, once again. My cock seemed to swell to two times its normal size. As I shot my first load in the air, my daughter came again on my chest, and I felt her warm nectar flood around my neck, drenching my hair and the pillow underneath. I came so hard, part of the first load shot over my daughter's head and splashed against her back, dripping slowly down the natural crevasse of her spine. I felt her tongue swirling around the head of my cock in a feathery flurry, lapping up every drop she could. By the third jet, she had sucked the head into her cum filled mouth, while still working the shaft with her petite hands. She drained every drop that she was able, sucking and licking at the tip in a fervent effort to coax more cum out as it started to go flaccid. She licked and sucked and nibbled until it stood fully erect once again, ready to plunge into her sweet depths.

Sarah writhed around until she was safely in my arms. This was my little girl, my princess, seemingly so innocent as my arms wrapped her against my chest. She timidly asked if I was mad at her and for a moment, I felt guilty. Guilty for the connivance and guile that I used to seduce my own flesh and blood and for her to feel as if it was her fault. I told her no, I could never be mad at her. She went on in a rush about how she had seen the picture and could not get the image out of her mind. She dreamt about it and drew it and...drew it?...I asked ever so innocently. I told her I wanted to see the drawing and she haltingly got up and, when she saw I was serious, giddily ran to her room to retrieve the artwork. She came back beaming in shy eagerness, hoping that I would approve of her art. Sarah's artistic leanings come from my side and I have always encouraged her to pursue her talents and get better. She showed me the pictures one by one and, even though I had seen them on my foray into her closet, I didn't have to feign my admiration. She even seemed proud of the subject matter, coyly alluding to how she had to satisfy herself while drawing them. As I was admiring the last one, she admitted that her obsession for seeing my cock had gotten so bad that she even crept into my bedroom one night, pulled back the cover and gently licked my cock to life. I asked her if I came and she said no, that she had chickened out when it looked like I was going to awake.

After we put the pictures back into the portfolio and snuggled, she asked sheepishly if she had been ok. I was absolutely dumbfounded and blurted out how she had been the singular most satisfying experience I had ever had. She giggled this giggle that got me hard all over again. She pushed her plush ass back, nestling my hardness between the cleft of her ass. She said she did not know why on Earth mom wouldn't want this inside her every hour of every day. I said, somewhat perfunctorily, that apparently God had a bigger one. Sarah laughed so genuinely and warmly, it made me instantly see what all had been missing from my life. I mean, I love my daughter as my child. I lust after my daughter because of her youth and beauty. Now I felt the first pangs in my chest; I was unwittingly falling in love with my baby. I held her tighter, somewhat afraid of these feeling, but basking in the wonderment of them as well. Sarah broke the silence by saying she had never acted like she had earlier, that she had never felt such...such.... Uninhibited lust? I prodded. She said yes, grasping at the definition of her animalistic behavior like someone who had just received enlightenment from the Dalai Lama himself. Yes, she said she felt so comfortable, so natural, that she didn't feel like she was performing or being judged. She said she just gave in to something that she had always wanted: her daddy's total love. I just fell so irretrievably in love with my baby girl at that moment, I do not think anything could have saved us. She half turned, kissing me so tenderly, so deeply, I was lost within her. My hands caressed her breasts as she pushed them forward to more firmly meet my grasp, pushing her hips back to feel my hardness against her firm ass. We kissed so long and passionately, my lips actually tingled, something that has not happened to me since high school.

Sarah suddenly got up, went over to my bureau drawer, and rummaged around until she found my camcorder. I looked at her somewhat puzzled and she just hushed me with a glance. She hooked it to the outlets on the front of the television set and turned both electronic gadgets on. I saw the room slowly come into focus on the television and Sarah fiddled with the camcorder until it was adjusted properly. She came back over to the bed and held out her hands to help me to my feet. I stood up as she dropped down to her knees. She said she just wanted a reminder of this night, just in case this was the only time. I nodded as she took my now semi-erect cock into her mouth, almost instantly working it into a raging hard on once again. She swallowed the whole rigid affair, flicking out just the tip of her tongue, lapping at my swollen balls. I caught Sarah watching herself on the TV, turning herself on all over again. She was frantically fingering her pussy, pinching her swollen clit and moaning around a mouthful of my cock. I wanted to be inside of her, now, right now.

I pulled her head gently back until she was looking up at me, her mouth still partially open, her tongue squirming, eager to taste her daddy's cum again. I guided her up on the bed, tenderly picking her up and laying her back on the sheets. Her thighs were trembling in anticipation of what was about to occur. I took in her whole body, her whole countenance. I saw such beauty in every curve. I saw my little girl, who used to sit in my lap and watch Sesame Street, eating Cheerios by the handful. I saw the young girl who tried to act like she didn't need her daddy, but would cry into the nape of my neck when she wasn't picked for the cheerleading squad. I saw the young woman, so full of life and vibrancy, the young woman who lay before me, wanting me to take her and whom I wanted to take. She spread her legs wider, inviting me inside of her, to be as one. I looked into my daughter's eyes as she said "make love to me daddy" and for this one person, possibly the only person, I would make love and not just fuck.

I gazed at her beauty as I crawled onto the bed. Her thighs were still quivering, her pussy lips swollen like an open rose, silky and dew drenched. I looked down on her breasts, so perfectly formed, topped with cherry red nipples, hard and aching to be suckled. I felt the tip of my cock slide between her bedewed pussy lips, sliding up until I felt her turgid clit rubbing against the sensitive slit of my member. I stroked it back and forth, making my baby girl jump with every passing, making her wetter, making her want to have me inside her. Her breath was coming out in short gasps, her eyes, as wide and innocent and scared as a doe. I stroked down the slit until her moist heat guided me to her gift. I pushed the head in, parting her pussy, making her go rigid for a moment. I stopped and asked her if she really wanted this. She threw her arms around my neck, pulling my head down, hungrily whispering in my ear that, yes, she wanted this more than anything. She said that she wanted me to make love to her, she wanted to feel me deep inside her, she wanted me to cum inside her, and she wanted to feel everything. She wrapped her coltish legs around my back and urged me farther inside of her. With only a few inches inside of her sopping wet slit, she started to come, and to cry, babbling about how good it felt and she loved me and she wanted me to do this to her over and over again. Her pussy was squeezing the head of my cock, milking it, begging for it to fill it up with hot, white cum. Sarah's eyes were lost in pleasure as her hips bucked upwards trying to force more of my cock into her. I pushed a little deeper, but again, she started to cum and the resistance was almost impenetrable, like a hot, wet vise. I decided it would be better if Sarah controlled how much of my cock went inside of her as I was fearful of hurting her. I grabbed her around her waist and rolled over on my back, putting her on top and inadvertently pushing another inch or so inside my daughter's pussy.

Her abdomen was going through spasms as she pressed her hands on my ribs, balancing herself. She pushed her weight downward, pushing more of my cock into her ravished slit. She pulled up and forward, pulling everything but the tip out and then plunged herself downward, forcing three-quarters of my cock into her swollen sheath. She did this again, almost overcome by the pleasure/pain she was subjecting herself to. Her head rose as her body did and she caught a glimpse of our coupling on the television. At the angle we were at, the camera was focused in from behind and the picture showed a high-resolution image of her tiny pussy spread and distorted by my hardened cock. My baby girl's pussy lips were being stretched tautly around her daddy's rigid tool, and pulled outward enveloping my engorged member. She just stared at that image, hypnotized by the deviant nature of it, the seemingly physically impossiblity of this despoilment. Her breath became more laborious, panting obscenities like before, working herself up to another frenzied state. She subtly worked my cock in and out of her sopping wet hole, just an inch or so. Then she turned to me and said, quite clearly, daddy, I want you to fuck me now...fuck your little girl daddy, push your cock all the way in my little pussy, daddy...trying to incite within me the lust she had within her.

I almost succumbed to her goading, but I was a father first and foremost and would never hurt my baby. I needn't worry because she had worked herself up so much, she plunged downward, impaling herself upon my hardened pole. She looked at the TV again and saw her juices seeping from around the tight seal her cunt lips had around my swelled cock, and she was off again. She rose up and plunged her petite frame down so hard, I momentarily feared that she had torn herself open. Then I felt the tip of my cock hit bottom and I looked up at her flushed face. She looked down at her pussy, then back at the TV screen, which showed my balls nestled in the crack of her ass. Rachel rarely ever took me in all the way, complaining that it hurt too much and here my daughter was having me buried balls deep inside her teenage cunt...God...had to hold on...want to make this last. She looked at her pussy, at the TV again and then looked deeply in my eyes and said "You're all the way inside me daddy! You're fucking your princess! Fuck me hard, daddy!"

All my senses left and I just grabbed her by her slim hips, lifted her up until the tip of my cock was resting in the entrance of her stretched out hole and then slammed her back down, seeing her eyes glaze over with her imminent orgasm. I pulled her all the way off my cock and slammed her back down while her hole was still wide open. She grunted as I hit bottom and I felt her pussy contract as I pulled her up once again. When I thrust her down this time, I penetrated the resistance of her orgasm, forcing my cock past the ribbed undulating interior of her cunt. The more violent I got, the harder she came. I growled at her to pull her nipples and she obediently complied with a husky "yes, daddy" which, for some reason, made me want to fuck her harder. She pulled her nipples so far out from her tits, twisting them as she did. When she released them, they were reddened and swollen, retaining a little of the length that she had forced them to endure. I was so over the top now, seeing her nipples distended and distorted and her cunt swallowing my cock, I told her to do the same thing to her clit as I slammed my cock home again. She convulsed with her endless orgasm and grasped her slippery clit between her thumb and forefinger, crying out as the pain washed over her. I pulled her sweat streaked body up high and plunged her down harder than before. Her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard, I actually thought we were knotted like dogs. I couldn't pull her up and she looked as if she was having a seizure. Sarah was still pulling mercilessly on her clit, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, making it swollen and shiny with the pressure she was exerting. The viselike pressure released in a torrent of my daughter's sweet juices, flooding my cock and balls with it's warmth. She went rigid in the throes of ecstasy, her mouth open on a perfect "O". She remained like this for several minutes, suddenly going limp, falling against my chest in a sweaty, panting heap.

I was concerned as I thought she might be hurt or something. She shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm and breathed into my ear that she was ok and that my cock was fantastic. She asked me how it was and I said it was everything that I had ever dreamed it would be, unwittingly admitting my own long held desires for my daughter's flesh. I said that I hadn't cum yet, but that it was alright. She popped her head up, a look of hurt coming across her countenance. She wanted to know if it was her, if she did something wrong and I assured her that she did everything right and that it was because I was worried about her and that I had already cum once. She said it was no good if I don't cum. She wanted to know if I wanted her to suck me off again and I kind of laughed, telling her that her jaws would lock up trying to make me cum for a second time. She asked what she could do and I just rolled her off of me and stood up.

Before she had a chance to get up, I grabbed her by her hips and guided her ass into the air. She had one foot on the floor and the other firmly planted on the bed. I looked between her spread legs and gazed longingly at her abused pussy. Her lips were so puffy, I just knew they had to be extremely sensitive. Her clit was swollen as well and jutted out from between her lips, glistening with my daughter's spent juices. I looked at the TV and shifted her into the best position. I guided my curved cock between her fattened lips and slid right inside of her. I plunged my cock deeper and deeper until my balls were slapping against my baby girl's distended clit, making her jump and moan every time they did. I drove my cock in faster and faster, taking my turn to talk dirty to her. Asking her how much she wanted her dad to fuck her, how she liked daddy's cock, did daddy make her cum, did she like the taste of her father's cum....on and on, more vulgar with each question. I could feel the tightness well up in my balls and I knew my moment had arrived. I stroked deeper into her wet, velvet sheath, feeling my daughter accept every thrust of my cock willingly. She started having another orgasm right when I reached climax. I sprayed my baby's uterus with stream after stream of hot cum. Sarah yelled out that she could feel the cum splashing inside her and that set off her orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on my cock yet again, almost like a silken gloved hand, stroking it, manipulating it, milking it for every last drop of cum. I felt like I just kept cumming and cumming, and I looked down and saw my baby's pussy wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, her juices and my cum weeping through the tight seal. After I was sure that I was finished I withdrew my cock from my daughter. I was wrong, I wasn't finished. This has never, ever, ever, ever, ever, happened to me before ever! As I pulled my cock out, my daughter's cunt clamped down again and by the time I had it fully out, I was cumming again! Sarah scrambled off the bed in a flash and knelt in front of me, catching the second stream of cum across her cheek, dripping down onto her left tit. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and tongue fucked the slit with the tip of her tongue as she grasped the shaft with her talented fingers, stroking it lovingly. She drank every drop, swallowing over and over and over again. When I was finally finished, she got to her feet and looked at me with those doe-like eyes and asked "did I do good daddy?" making me almost cum again. I held her face to my chest and told her how well she did and that I loved her and she'd always be my baby girl.