I kissed my way to his balls and began to lick at the base of the sack. He began to gyrate his hips.

I pushed my fingers in between the carpet and the base of his balls delicately and lifted his nuts slowly.

I bobbed his swollen testicles up and down on my slightly bent fingers for a moment or two and he groaned.

I must have looked as if I were trying to determine the weight of his glands of masculinity as I fondled.

I lifted the scrotum far enough to get my tongue underneath it so I could lick at the hypersensitive patch of skin between his nuts and his asshole. I thought about rimming him, but I would have had to pry away all the hair with my tongue first. I licked at his scrotum with the flat part of my tongue until the entire thing was drenched with my drooling saliva. My saliva gland was still going berserk. It would have been an understatement to say that my mouth was watering with the taste of my Daddy's balls. My taste buds were actually tingling and felt as erect as either my nipples or my clit.

"Suck my balls," Daddy said.

His voice was desperate.

Wanton.

Breathless.

He spit out the words like three watermelon seeds.

His hips moved in a fast circle as I parted my lips.

I concentrated on making my mouth cottony soft.

I knew how easily I could hurt those glands if I weren't careful.

The last thing I wanted to do was cause my Daddy pain.

I wrapped my curled lips around his right nut and began to suck. I could hear Daddy's breaths getting shorter and closer together. He was letting out a quick moan of pleasure with each of his rapid exhales. I sucked his balls for a long time and then placed the pointy tip of my tongue on the underside of his cock near the base. I began to flick back and forth very lightly and very quickly. I looked at the longest of the dilated blue veins that lined the craggy underside of his phallus and decided to use it, like a line on a road map, to determine my tongue's route.