He had never dined on such a young, delicious cunt – so young, so firm, so tight, so perfectly tasty. He let his mouth take frequent departures from his daughter's clitoris and bathed his daughter's entire seething nest, taking great care to deposit long, cleansing kisses on each cunt lip and probe the little interior lips – he thought of these inner lips as little filets because they were so tender – so that Sherry would know the ultimate in oral delights. As he tongued her tight little anus, she bristled for just an instant, shocked, but then she relaxed once again and let him have his way as she realized that Daddy intended only feelings of pleasure and delight for his daughter. A reward was a reward and certainly Daddy would not do anything unworthy of her.

Just like her mother, Victor caught himself thinking as he thrust his tongue as far as it would go into the channel of her vagina. Christ, Sherry's mother could lie there all day while he licked her cunt. In fact, he sometimes wondered if she didn't prefer to come via his tongue than his prick. She had always said that she enjoyed his oral ministrations no more than conventional kicking, but he had noticed a distinct preference to achieve her orgasms while he was mouthing her rather than fucking her, especially toward the end when her alcoholism had progressed so pitifully.

Now Sherry had slipped into the same kind of trance her mother had once displayed when he licked her pussy. Heredity will out, he thought as he felt her fingers digging into his hair, her hips thrusts increase in tempo, listened to her steady, near-demented wail of ecstasy as his tongue bathed her clitoris and he gulped down great mouthfuls of thick lubricant. Just when he knew that she was ready to come, a somewhat sadistic urge came over him. He decided suddenly to save at least a few delights for their next session. No, he didn't wish to take all the wonder and mystery during their first love bout.