Culi

In culi New York, Daddy and I enjoyed dinner and a floor show at the Village Gate in Greenwich Village. On the cab ride back to the hotel, I knew from the extra jolly way he was jabbering that my father was high on the Jack Daniels on the rocks he'd been drinking all night. A naughty notion crept into my mind (not to mention up my loins) that this might be the time and place to make another attempt to seduce Daddy.

At the hotel, Daddy and I said good night to each other in the hall before retiring to our separate rooms. The rooms were separate, that is, but adjoining. There was a connection door which neither of us ever culi locked.

I undressed and waited, getting more and more excited with fantasies of the consummation that I hoped was finally about to happen. Periodically, I pressed an ear to Daddy's culi door, waiting for the sound of his snoring. At last, I heard it. I switched off my lamp.

Stealthily, I turned the knob to open the door to Daddy's room. I was completely naked. As I crept toward his bed, the only light in the room came from a neon light that flashed on and off overlooking Times Square, half a block away. The silence, except for Daddy's snoring, was deafening.

Slowly, very carefully, I lifted the bed covers. Daddy, too, was naked. I slipped under the covers beside him.

The next move-touching Daddy-would be the trickiest. If I woke him before I was able to get him sexually turned on, there was every likelihood he'd kick my incestuous little butt not only out of the room and down the stairs, but around the block as well. I decided my best tactic would be to go directly to the heart culi of the matter, by which I meant to lay hands not on Daddy's heart but on his genitals.

Daddy lay on his back, I on my side facing him. Ever so gingerly, I slid my hand toward him until I made contact with his hip. From there, I slid the hand quickly to his crotch where I seized his cock and balls in a gentle grasp. That was all. No Squeezing yet. I just held him in my hand.

Daddy's snoring faltered momentarily at my touch. He snorted and swallowed a couple of times before reverting to the steady cadence culi of snores he'd been emitting before.

I thrilled to the feel of the virile male organ I held in my hand. My Daddy's cock. Even flaccid, it was a big one. I'd always known it would be. But, even more than big, it was somehow more manly than the adolescent culi penises I had seen, touched, or, in Henry Perkins' case, sucked. Oh, how I wanted this lovely prick inside me!

What was happening? Was Daddy getting hard? Yes! Slowly but surely, the meaty shaft I held between my thumb and forefinger was swelling larger. It was time to help the erecting process along. Very gently, I began milking his awakening organ. The tempo of Daddy's snoring quickened a beat as I did so.

Daddy began talking in his sleep. "Mmmm, Jennifer. Feels good, so good, Jennifer," he murmured.

Jennifer? That wasn't my mother's name. Why, that rascal. Had he taken a lover on the side while he was married to Mom? Just for that, I was going to have to punish him. The punishment I devised? What else, in my horny state? I decided to sit on his cock.

I guided the head of Daddy's erection into contact with...


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