Now was the time she had to be careful. On several past occasions the combination of the two probers had caused her to pass out. Her pleasure plateau had reached such a level that she had simply blacked out in a state of near fitful bliss. She did not wish to pass out tonight. For one thing, she often missed, a final orgasm that she could only describe as Godlike in nature, and for another thing when she passed out it meant denying Daddy his own orgasm.

No, tonight she wanted to feel his sperm shoot into her mouth and swallow it. She had already had her share of climaxes and she longed to ingest his male fluid. Somehow, with her tummy full, she slept better, too, like a child after a late snack. Mainly, though, she had learned that Daddy liked her to swallow his come. To him, it seemed to represent the ultimate act, the final and most loving thing she could do for him. She had told him again and again that she actually liked to swallow his sperm, but no matter how sincerely she had explained he still thought of it as a favor to him, a kind of sacrifice.

The buzzing instrument continued its mission deep inside her as her father's tongue stabbed at her clitoris. It was odd that she had enjoyed swallowing her Daddy's sperm from the very beginning. Maybe it was a kind of sacrifice on her part. But if it was it was unconscious. Because she really liked to swallow his come, really liked it when it came shooting out and he groaned and held her head hard as she took all the love juice down into her stomach. She had often told him she would suck him off as many times every day as he wanted her to, but he didn't to believe her. "A hundred times a day," she'd told him, but he'd only smiled as though not really believing her. Maybe he wanted to think of it as something special. She didn't know.