("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Our Start by Flinders (address withheld) *** Dad says good night in a most pleasant way. (MF, inc, oral, rom) *** 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 Sensing the pleasure I was receiving, the finger was withdrawn.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 The next time the finger had its coating removed it was withdrawn from between my lips and quickly replaced by the succulent and fragrant source of the creams.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." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51