Breakfast
by Madorakas
Stacy loves her father’s waffles… they are so warm and tasty and full of whipped cream.
“Mmm whipped cream.”
Stacy’s mouth started watering as she sat down, eager to dig in. Stacy gripped the waffle and started sucking and licking on one end of the waffle. At the same time she stroked the shaft and the bumps underneath where the whipped cream was. That is the only way to get the cream out and Stacy was very good at it. Her blonde little head would move back and forth as she tried to suck the cream out.
She couldn’t get the whole waffle in her mouth so she covered the shaft with plenty of saliva and concentrated on the head while her hands moved furiously up and down the shaft. She had to squeeze the bumps carefully or the cream would be ruined and daddy would get mad at her for ruining it. Stacy would alternate between sucking and licking the tip of the waffle and the bumps underneath but at least one hand was always stroking up and down the slick waffle shaft.
Once the waffle started twitching Stacy would shove as much of it as possible into her mouth without chocking on it. She would, at the same time, gently grip the waffle bumps underneath and play with them with one hand while squeezing the waffle shaft as hard as she could with the other, moving it even faster.
The waffle started twitching violently in her mouth and shortly thereafter the warm, thick cream came spurting out in to Stacy’s mouth, filling it up to the brim. Stacy had eaten waffles before and, with expert timing and skill, she clamped her lips around the waffle to make sure not a single drop of cream escaped. At the same time she pulled it slowly out of her mouth, making room for all that delicious whipped cream.
Before swallowing, Stacy would lean her head back and open her mouth like a good girl so that daddy could see all the cream. She ran her tongue through the sea of thick cream to savor the taste, the thickness, and the feel of it in her mouth. Stacy was supposed to swallow the cream a little bit at a time. But Stacy never had the patience to follow through and ended up gulping it all down at once. The warm, thick cream slithered down her throat and, as it reached the stomach, Stacy would convulse in a strong orgasm.
Stacy´s father patted her head and started counting down from five. “Five… four… three… two… one.” Stacy stood up left the kitchen and then came skipping back in with a cheery “Good morning, daddy!” She jumped up onto her chair and started digging into her cereal. Once she was done she scampered away to brush her teeth. Stacy´s father put the morning paper down and watched his 11-year-old daughter brush her teeth in the bathroom just down the hall.
He patted his shirt pocket where he kept the golden pendant, smiled, and said “Best investment ever.”
END