He began to roll my love button around in a slow sexy circle like he was rolling a glass marble around in a sea of boiling oil. It didn't take long for the explosions to start, and just as I had anticipated, they were a thousand times more spectacular than anything I had ever felt before. And that was saying something, because I have had more than my share of hot masturbatory sessions in my day, both before and after I began having sex with Daddy.

"CUH-CUH-COMING!" I screamed.

My voice was high-pitched. The tenseness in my throat muscles was squeezing at my vocal cords. The pleasure was incredible.

"CCCOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. I let out a wail that was so high in pitch that only wandering dogs in the neighborhood might have been able to hear it.

I could feel the ultimate physical pleasure spreading slowly outward from my convulsing love button.

The joy soon filled my vulva, and I could feel the natural lubrication practically gushing from the slit.

I could tell that I was squirting some fluid from my urethra onto Daddy's lower lip, which rolled onto his chin.

I knew that Daddy's face was going to be all wet and shiny with my poontang honey by the time he finished eating.

He began by licking at my clit very slowly and gently, but he could soon tell I needed greater stimulation.

He had to hold onto my lower torso very tightly to keep me from flopping right over with my muscle jerking.

I could feel my backbone seeking to crack like a whip as the orgasmic rushes moved up my backbone toward my head.

I could reel the pleasure spreading in ever-growing concentric circles, like ripples on a smooth pond.

I knew that those ripples weren't going to stop spreading until the joy of my climax had filled me completely.

I could feel a ball of fire forming at the base of my skull, like a comet, and I let out another shriek.