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She took her mouth off his cock for a second and whispered,
"Lick my pussy Daddy. Suck my clity."
Happily his Dad said his goodbyes and Michael heard the front door close. As his parents left, his tongue slid up and down Jessica's slit, occasionally delving into her vagina. Michael had licked her pussy before, however she had never cum when he did it. He figured that he had not paid enough attention to her clitoris, so he concentrated on "the little man in the boat" as his Dad had once described it.
Jessica was back in her own little world of sexual pleasure. She was sucking Michael's cock like a highly paid porn star. At times he was concerned that she might suck something out that he really needed. She was the best he had ever encountered, and he believed at the time that he loved her. It was just that they didn't talk about anything really important. She wasn't interested in history, politics, sports, or much of anything else; just all forms of sex.
When the four of them doubled dated, all the girls could talk about was how many orgasms Michael and Mac; had given them, like it was some type of competition. Sometimes, even though Michael was a male, he thought that there must be something more. He thought that; until Jessica made his cock hard again. That brought him back down to her level very quickly. He was her Daddy and she was his Mommy. Maybe, if she had ever shown a little interest in anything besides a completely biological relationship, they might have been married someday. They had never talked about having kids, and even though their nicknames for each other were "Mommy" and "Daddy", Michael didn't believe she would have the time or tolerance for children, which was OK with him, as he really didn't have time for them either.
Jessica was moaning loud as Michael continued to suck her clitoris. He was no longer just licking it, but had it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue and sucking a little harder than he normally would.
"Oh God Michael."
He knew when she called him Michael; combined with the words "Oh God" she was really enjoying what he was doing. She let out a long moan; then began squirting her juice into his face and mouth. He thought at first that she might have peed as there was so much of it, but the taste of her pussy juice was delicious, and unmistakable. Lucky for him he began to cum seconds later. But Jessica was too wiped out from her orgasm to even swallow it. She just let run out of her mouth on to his cock and down on to his balls. He lay there for a minute or two admiring her beautiful hairless pussy and squeezing her butt cheeks with both hands.
When she hadn't moved in several minutes, he gently pushed her off of him and crawled out from under her. She was breathing, but appeared to be unconscious. He felt at the time that he had done a good thing; and hoped she had enough for a little while anyway. It was now eight-thirty. Michael got out of bed and went into the bathroom. His legs were so weak; he had to sit down to pee.
As he sat there, he wondered if there were any other girls anywhere in the world like Jessica, who were born nymphomaniacs. Actually she was not exactly a "nympho", as she did have a few other interests. He couldn't bring any to mind at the time, but he was sure there had to be some. When he was done, he walked over to his desk naked and picked up a dictionary. Looking up the word he found; Noun: nympho-maniac - a female with abnormal sexual desires.
Michael guessed what may be abnormal to some; could be normal to others. Actually Jessica, her friend Darlene and Jessica's mother, would all probably qualify as sexually abnormal. But if they were in a room with two other females, they could be the majority, and the other two would be the abnormal ones. In fact, not knowing the sexual proclivities of the other two, you couldn't be sure what the majority was. Hell they might be nymphomaniacs too. Michael was getting a headache from all of the thoughts running ramped in his brain, so he lay down next to his little "nympho" and kissed her on the neck.
"Not now Daddy; Mommy is tired."
Thank God he thought; a light at the end of the tunnel. She had finally been satisfied; at least temporally. Now Michael knew the secret. Jessica's clitoris, had to be sucked until she came so hard that she passed out.
"Mommy, we have to get up if we are going to breakfast. Come on, get up."
"Michael, you killed me. Nothing you have ever done before has been like that. You were wonderful. Just dig a hole and bury me somewhere."
"Aren't you a little hungry baby?"
"I'm starved; and I could eat a bull, balls and all; but I don't want to move."
"Balls and all. Where did you hear that?"
"It's one of my mother's favorite sayings."
They carried on the conversation with her eyes shut. She was refusing to open them, or even move for that matter. He had to remember this forever. Clitoris; clitoris; clitoris. Michael would never forget the girl's clitoris.
"Get up baby. There's steak and eggs at the "IHOP" with your name on them."
"I'm really hungry, but I can't move. Michael what did you do to me?"
"Weren't you there?"
"Oh yes, I was there in the middle of the accident being run over by a truck. God Michael, I knew that you were good, but this was way beyond anything you have ever done before."
"It was really just a little thing sweetie."
"A little thing; HA, HA! My clitoris is a little thing. Michael, do you think you can do it again?"
"Right now?"
"No silly, but in the future."
"I can try. Are you going to get up? I'm hungry."
"Yes, I'm getting up, but I'm not sure if my legs will work. Wait until I tell Ann about this. She won't believe it."
'Wow' thought Michael. She and her mother had a very special relationship. Michael felt it hard to believe that any mother and daughter were that close and shared everything.
Getting out of bed they cleaned up, taking a shower together. Michael was surprised; as Jessica made no movements to suck his cock, or bend over and play hide the weenie. She just methodically washed them both. She washed his cock, his balls, his butt hole and under his arms, but never said, or did anything sexual. It kind of reminded him of his mother washing him when he was little.
After getting out of the shower, a normal Jessica would have dropped to her knees and placed her warm mouth on his penis, sucking it back to a hard state while lightly squeezing his balls. She would have smiled; a wicked little smile; and led him back to the bed. She wouldn't have had to say anything; she would have just spread her legs, displaying her tight little pussy, and crooked her finger letting him know she wanted him inside her again. But she didn't do that; she just started getting dressed. When she pulled her panties up, as only she could, Michael began to get hard. He got behind her and took hold of her titties, shoving his cock between her legs against her panty crotch. Then he ran one hand down to her pussy and began felling her up through her panties. God help him he wanted to fuck his little nymphomaniac again.
"Michael! Is that all you think about?"
"Oh my God." he thought, he had broken her. She wasn't horny anymore. She didn't want to fuck him. He was devastated. Michael had killed the goose that laid the golden egg.
To Be Continued...
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