She beard the flick of the on switch and then the faint humming of instrument. Even before his vibrating hand touched her back she felt her juices gurgling within her vagina. The sound of the buzzing vibrator was like saying the word candy to a child. A conditioned response. She lay there on her tummy, legs slightly spread on the cool, clean sheets and closed her eyes as Daddy's soothing palm moved over her back, neck, buttocks, legs. He ran the machine up and down her inner thighs, too, and gently massaged her anus and the rear of her pussy. When he had finished her feet she knew it was time to turn over on her back so that she could work on her titties and tummy and pussy – all over her front.

He talked to her soothingly and lovingly as his hand moved, as always, without haste over every inch of her body. Instinctively, she reached for his prick which was by now, again as always, firm and dribbling. She clasped and unclasped her hand tenderly about its stout warmth until the vibrator moved well down between her legs and settled on her clitoris. Then she reversed herself on the bed so that she could take her Daddy's organ into her mouth. Sometimes she used the vibrator on his penis too but usually by this time. She wanted only to have his cock in her mouth so that she could taste his drippings and nurse slowly up and down its beautiful rigidity and tickle his balls. By now, their love making had become a ritual, a ceremony which she never tired of (Tired of? No, yearned for!), a ritual which Daddy still managed to keep fresh and filled with unexpected variations to thrill and delight her.

After a few minutes, Daddy fetched the other cock-shaped vibrator from the nightstand and placed the regular vibrator on her hand. As she began massaging his prick and full scrotum with the regular vibrator, she felt the prick-shaped vibrator pressing against her cunt lips, ramming up and down from her clitoris to her asshole.