The first touch was tentative, the six-year old child gently touching the top right beside the flared piss slit with just the tip of her tongue.

She jerked back, startled. "It's so hot," she gushed.

"Yea, hot for your mouth kid, come on, do your old man, you're killing me here."

Harry jerked in his breath as he saw her mouth close the gap between his quivering cock staff and the wetness of her small lips. They were a pale pink color, slim and sweet looking, her small tongue tip sliding out to moisten their surface as she closed the distance. Her eyes narrowed, almost crossing ass she studied her objective, the shiny tip an alien world of shining cock land. New experiences were exploding in her brain, each one seemingly more overpowering than the next.

She hesitated once again, her mind fighting with the pros and cons of her actions. This wasn't really incest, not yet anyway. Sure he was her father and his cock was a sexual thing but was kissing him the same as incest? Touching his cock? No, she didn't think so, she hadn't done the big taboo and had sex with him, this was just an extension of touching him, kissing him down there.

Down there, the words rung in her ears. She really was down there, in his crotch with his big dick staring her in the face or mouth to be more precise. Six-years old and she was about to suck a man's thing, his cock, as they wanted it called. Cock sucker, that is what the girls called Susan Wanamaker when she admitted to sucking that tenth grader's cock at her birthday party.

In the closet for fifteen minutes during truth or dare, she'd come out with a sheepish look and the boy zipping up his pants.

"How was it 'bro?" one of his buds asked.

"Not bad for a kid, she sucked a pretty mean dick and she swallowed."

Cocksucker, the label flung out like calling someone a whore. Why Susan was called a cock sucker when other girls who had done the same thing were not was a puzzle, maybe for the way she had casually sucked the older boy's cock after only meeting him two hours earlier.

"Come on sweetie, do it, you're killing me here," her father gasped reaching out and placing his palm on the back of her fine haired head, pulling her closer.

Pam jerked back, reaching up to knock his hand away.

"No touching my head, I'll do it when I want to do it or not at all, understand?"

"Sure sweetheart, whatever you say, just hurry will 'ya," her father begged, the agony of waiting etched in the passion of his face, his quivering cock leaking another dribble of cock cream the wet the broad cock head.

Pam stared at the wet juice shining in the narrow slit in his cock. So that was where his pee pee and the other stuff come out. Cum, that was what it was called.

"Is this your cum Daddy?" she asked bending closer. ......(cont)