Daddy decided to spend the rest of his eating time working exclusively on my pussy. He placed the tip of his tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between my asshole and the bottom of my quim. The natural lubrication was gathered there thickly. He licked happily and again let out a humming sound of appreciation – to let me know how much he loved his daughter's vaginal taste!

He ran his tongue up to the base of my cunt and moved his fingers to my thoroughly engorged outer lips.

He pressed against those lips snugly and tugged them apart very slowly, not stopping until he made my seething honey pot look like a slab of raw meat.

Then he flicked his tongue up and down the outer cunt lips.

He licked at the sides of my clit but never touched it.

He was going to save the love button for last, I could tell.

I knew that Daddy was going to be patient in his oral manners.

He was going to bring me to orgasm as slowly as possible.

He knew the intensity of my climax would be enhanced by his teasing.

Daddy flicked his tongue across my pussy.

He licked all around the mouth of my fuck hole, and then worked the tip of his curious taster in between those lips. I could feel him massaging my urethra. He was an expert. He knew just what to do to maximize my pleasure. It was clear that he knew his way around a pussy. I imagined the pleasure that Mommy must have had before she died being eaten by this extraordinary man.

He made his tongue stiff and pointy and tried to plunge his taster deep into my poontang, but he didn't get very far. He quickly found my cherry and withdrew.

I was on the brink.

I was sitting at the edge of the cliff – ready to tip over. I was ready to be launched into a new dimension of pleasure.