I can hear the squelch of lube and then abruptly the object is inside me, it’s coldness replacing the heat of daddy’s fingers. It’s wider and he...vier than daddy’s fingers and it takes me a few moments to adjust to it.I hear daddy begin to open his belt and take down his trousers. He steps out of them and I notice him removing his belt from the trousers. I begin to tense once again. Daddy has slapped me before but never used his belt on me. I don’t think I can take that. My mind begins to go in. If you have been following my story up to now, you will already be familiar with my profound and sincere hunger for cum, and the bliss I feel when I hold an erection between my lips. You will know that I am a sperm-a-holic and I need to feed daily on a penis, and I don’t much care about the personality behind it. I can be submissive, even shy; I can encourage, plead and implore. I love to watch a flaccid penis swell into a potent, erect phallus, knowing that it is my tender ministrations which. . you’re going to strangle me with my OWN bra and with both of our wet panties shoved down my throat. Even as I struggle for breath I’m gagging on those soggy, wet panties, tasting your sweet juices as well as my own. Your friends are all cheering. And so are mine. They ALL want to see you finish me.The smile on your face and the look in your eyes tells me all I need to know. I’ve lost and you are the winner! I still struggle, but my confidence is gone and I know it’s hopeless for me. Still, I. Our parents had a minor ‘family-talk’ late that afternoon, but it seemed like they did get along and as we had our supper, our parents were in a very good mood, and later they got slightly intoxicated.To our surprise, Diana and I were allowed to sleep in my room, with an extra mattress on the floor, and some minor admonitions about ‘to behave’.We didn’t have intercourse, but Diana gave me a blow-job and after that I licked her to a couple of orgasms.The reason was that Diana was afraid that she.