Page 28 of Papa's Captive
“Do not fret, my dear, Papa is always happy to answer any questions you may have on any topic—provided the topic is appropriate for a little miss such as yourself—and you need not hesitate to ask about something when you are feeling curious or confused. Now, about how babies are made. Babies are sometimes made when a man and woman make love, though keep in mind I said sometimes. A woman does not get with child every time she makes love to a man. In fact, I would say most of the time lovemaking does not result in a baby. When a man makes love to a woman, he spills his seed inside her, and sometimes that seed will plant itself into the woman’s womb and a baby will grow.”
She peered up at him as she absorbed her newfound knowledge. All the tidbits of partial information she’d learned pertaining to men and women and marriage suddenly clicked into place in her mind, finally making sense. So that’s why it was considered sinful for a woman to sleep with a man who was not her husband, sleep being a word that really meant lovemaking in such a context.
“Do you understand all I’ve told you, my dear?”
“Yes, I think so, Papa. Oh, thank you. I have always been quite confused on the topic.” She rested her head on his muscular chest and ran her fingers through the soft black hairs covering him. She didn’t think she would ever get her fill of touching and exploring him. His body was so different compared to hers. Fortunately, he did not seem to mind, and she continued running her hand further down his chest, until she happened upon his manhood and the thicker thatch of hair surrounding it.
She glanced down and marveled at his hugeness and how she had managed to take all of him inside her. Her pussy clenched in remembrance, reinvigorating the aching from earlier, along with her residual soreness. She could very well imagine if Papa made love to her again and again and again, as he’d so shockingly put it, that she might have trouble walking straight.
“If-if,” he said, his voice becoming strained as she curled her hand around his appendage, fascinated that it was growing hard in her curious grasp, “if you have any questions about making love or how babies are made, please feel-feel free to ask, my dear.”
“I don’t have any questions about that, Papa, what you told me makes perfect sense now. Thank you.” She hesitated a split second, but in the wake of his sharing mood, she decided to be brave and ask the question lingering on the tip of her tongue. “I do, however, wish to understand whatthisis?” she asked, reaching beneath his rigid cock to touch the large fleshy mass that had repeatedly smacked against her bottom as he’d pumped his manhood into her while they made love.
A strangled gasp left Papa and he muttered some very, very naughty words under his breath. She released her hold on the fleshy mass, worried she had caused him harm.
“Papa? Are you all right?”
“I-I just...need a moment.” He inhaled a long breath and met her gaze. “I am fine, my sweet, you simply surprised me. And you grabbed me a bit too hard. That part of a man is very, very sensitive.”
Her heart sank. “Oh, Papa, I am so terribly sorry.”
“All is well, Rosie, I am not upset with you.” He cast a nervous glance at her hand, which still rested near this especially sensitive part of him and quickly guided said hand back to his chest. “Thoseare my bollocks. It is where a man’s seed is stored.”
“Oh my. That is interesting. Papa, you are teaching me so much and I am oh so grateful. Particularly for your patience and understanding. How shall I ever repay you?”
His eyes darkened and a naughty grin tugged at the corners of his sensuous lips. “I can think of a number of ways.” Then he kissed her.
