DEEPER,DADDY,DEEPER Part 1

“Come on, baby. I’m so hot. Can’t we go all the way this time?” Marvin Madison said breathlessly.
“No, Marvin!” Sally Symms said firmly. “If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times. I don’t do that. I am saving my cherry. You can’t make me.”
“I could if I used brute force,” Marvin said. His lips were very close to the girl’s neck. She could feel his hot moist breath, on her jugular vein.
“But that would get you in a lot of trouble. Besides, I would find a way to castrate you before the night was through,” Sally said. She turned up one corner of her mouth into a half smile of inward amusement.
“True. But you can’t make me go home like this. I’ll have a horrible case of blue balls. It is cruel to let a guy walk home with a limp.”
“You are driving home,” Sally said, furrowing her brow.
“But I still have to get up to my room. My cock hurts. It has been hard for — my God! — three hours now! It aches, Sally. Have mercy on me.”
“Marvin, you are such an animal. I swear, you are going to have to learn to control yourself. You turn into a real beast sometimes.”
“I’m not a beast, Sally. I am more human than I have ever been before. You are human. I am human. Let’s get human!” It was clear from the tone of the boy’s voice that Marvin Madison was desperate.
“Okay, okay, I’ll give you a blow job,” Sally said. She frowned.
Marvin sighed with relief, and leaned back. He opened his knees.
Marvin thought that Sally was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
Both of the youngsters were sixteen years old. They were in the summer vacation between their Junior and Senior years of high school. This was their third date. The first two dates Sally had not even allowed Marvin to kiss her. This time the teenage boy had done much better. He had been allowed to tongue-kiss with her for three hours. He even got to feel her tits, but not under her shirt. Now he was going to get a blow job.
He considered himself a very lucky young man. Sally was a notorious virgin and prick tease. He figured that getting his rocks off anyway was a bonus. He hadn’t really expected to get laid — but he did feel that it was worth the old college try.
Sally was not a very large little girl. She stood five feet even.
She was built on a small frame. What they call small-boned.
Her hair was golden blonde — just like her Daddy’s — and it grew all wavy down past her shoulders. Her hair was parted in the middle and fell down onto her forehead in downy bangs that came almost all the way to her brows. Her skin had a perfect peaches and cream complexion. She was the sort of girl who had never had a blemish in her life.
Her eyebrows and, eyelashes were the same color as the hair on her head. Her hair was so blonde that it bleached almost white in the summer sunshine. Sally had to be careful in the sun, however, because of her fair complexion. She burned easily. Sally always had to peel a few times before the tanning process began — no matter how much oil and sun screen she used.
Sally had a round face. It was the sort of face that might have been painted on a doll.
Her eyes were round and baby blue. They tended to open very wide — with child-like amazement — whenever Sally was excited about something.
Sally’s eyes twinkled merrily whenever she was happy, and they could look filled with sorrow when she was feeling blue. She had a tiny nose that was turned up a little at the end. A button nose — with oval-shaped nostrils. Her nostrils flared whenever she was excited.
Sally did not have a large mouth, but her lips were full and sensuous. Pouting lips. A slight overbite. Her lips always looked as if they were partially puckered.
The local boys had said that Sally Symms looked like she needed to be kissed very badly. But most of the boys had struck out completely with Sally. She wasn’t the sort of girl who would be seen with just anyone.
Sally dated rarely, and when she did, she usually only allowed the boy to kiss her good-night, and that was the extent of the physical contact.
This was an exception. Sally felt sorry for Marvin. And besides, she thought he was very handsome. Sally had never given a blow job before. But she had often thought about it during sexy fantasies. Sally often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock. Something in the back of her head — something instinctive — told her that it would be very nice.
She would soon find out, that was for sure. Sally’s mouth watered.
In spite of Sally’s slim frame and diminutive form, her breasts were large.
Sally’s tits were perky and rested high on her chest.
They were ripe melons — both firm and supple. She never wore a bra.
Her breasts jiggled deliciously inside her tee-shirt whenever she moved.
Marvin had tried all night to get his hand under her tee-shirt so he could stroke those hot scoops of vanilla ice cream. But Sally was a notorious wrist-grabber.
Sally had a beautiful little body. She had the kind of body that made the men in town — both boys and adults — ache just to look at it. Her waist was slim and her hips were round.
Sally had a way of swinging her round hips from side to side when she walked — like a pendulum — that drove guys wild. There were men who crossed the street of even turned around and walked in the opposite direction just for the honor of walking behind Sally Symms. She liked to wear designee jeans. Dark blue. As tight as possible. Sally’s jeans were often so tight that she looked as if she had painted them on with dark blue spray paint.
Her legs were not long but they were slim and shapely. She had trim ankles and tiny feet. Her toes were chubby and all very close to the same length. Sally had the kind of feet and ankles that looked great in high-heels. Sally liked to wear open-toed heels with her tight jeans. She thought that was the sexiest thing that a little girl could wear. On her top she wore a white tee-shirt with a decal of her favorite rock and roll group on the front.
Sally’s fingernails were long and slightly curled. It was obvious that they had been carefully manicured.
They were all exactly the same length and had an equal roundness to their tips. She painted them dark red.
She thought that the color went well with her peaches and cream complexion. Her toenails were tiny and round. She painted them the same color.
Marvin Miller was the quarterback on the high school football team.
He had a better chance than any of the boys to pop her cherry.
Sally could always feel her blood pumping when she was with him.
That was why she had agreed to go down on him — a first.
He was a huge boy. He stood a couple of inches over six feet. He weighed twice as much as Sally. Sally had never weighed more than ninety-five pounds in her entire life — and that included times when she had weighed herself while she was soaking wet.
The boy’s hair was dark brown and a bit ungroomed. The hair tended to look mussed. It usually fell over the tops of his eyes and flopped down onto his forehead. He was very handsome. But not as handsome as Sally’s Daddy.
His eyes were dark brown. So dark that they looked black in the limited light. The two were in the back seat of Marvin’s car. The quarters were cramped.
Marvin had more whiskers than most of the boys his age.
He shaved regularly.
His shoulders were very broad. Just like Daddy’s.
He had thick slabs of muscle across his back and shoulders.
The skin was stretched tight across his chest — which was almost hairless.
In spite of the girth of his upper body, his waist and hips were slim.
He was built like a triangle — point down, Sally thought.
She figured he had been constructed by God for a purpose.
Marvin had been put on the Earth especially to fuck. Part of Sally wanted to let him fuck her. Wanted it badly. But there was a bigger part of her that knew her heart would always belong to her Daddy.
Marvin’s legs were very long. His thighs were thick. Sally suspected that one of the boy’s thighs was bigger around that her waist. Maybe not. Marvin’s thighs were not as muscular as her father’s.
His hands and his feet were very large. Sally wondered if the same was true of other portions of the dark haired boy’s anatomy. She could see a bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans.
She had noticed the bulge in his crotch getting larger the longer they tongue-kissed. She knew that he was telling the truth about having a throbbing boner. Sally could feel the rate of her heartbeat increasing as she saw the boy reaching for his belt. Sally had never actually seen an erect penis before. She found that her expectation was piqued. She could feel herself starting to pant. She tried to hide her horniness. She didn’t want Marvin to know how sexually aroused she was becoming at the thought of sucking his cock. She wanted him to think that she was doing him a favor. She did not want him to know that she was enjoying herself. Marvin quickly unbuckled his black leather belt and unbuttoned the single button that held the top of his jeans together. Marvin’s jeans were old and faded. They had worn through at the knees and in the seat, and had been patched with other squares of denim. He was wearing a black tee-shirt with a little pocket on the front. On his feet were black high-rise sneakers. He wore no socks. It was a hot muggy summer night and the windows were fogged. It was the sort of night when everything is sticky.
Sally could feel the blood pumping down her body. She could feel a warm flush on the insides of her slim creamy thighs. There was a tingling in her loins.
Sally could feel both her inner and outer cunt lips swelling rapidly and she could tell that it wouldn’t be long before they were fully engorged with the blood of her arousal.
The little blonde could feel a tremendous ache down between her legs. She could tell that the glands between her inner cunt lips were beginning to secrete her natural lubrication. She could feel her cunt juice starting to flow. She could feel the honey-like pussy cream pooling at the base of her pinkness, between the inner labia. She could tell that it wouldn’t be long before that juice began to spill out, and when that happened she would start to make a wet spot on the crotch of her pink panties — the panties with all the little red hearts on them. She hated when her underwear started to get wet with her natural lubrication. It always made the material crawl up between her swollen lips. Her cunt felt as if it were suffocating. She felt as if her crotch were trapped in a cloth prison. It gave her a deep itch to be naked — which, of course, was out of the question.
The focal point of her desire was at the top of her slit.
Her clit.
Her swelling love button.
Her little man in the boat.
Sally’s center of womanly pleasure.
The clit was growing to full engorgement along with the rest of her pussy flesh. That ball of fiery flesh was poking out from under its foreskin — the fleshy sheath above the clit that all but covered it when she was unaroused.
Marvin pulled the fly to his zipper down all the way to the bottom.
Sally could see the strained whiteness of his underwear.
She could tell that the boy’s cock and balls were huge.
Sally knew that they were going to be bigger than she figured.
She had grossly underestimated how large aroused male genitalia was.
The diminutive blonde licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.
When she was horny her nipples began to swell and get very hard.
They protruded from the tips of her large pert breasts.
Sally’s tits were so perky that the nipples pointed upward.
Her feminine erections were making bumps in her tee-shirt.
Marvin could see the dark outline of her nipples through the material.
Sally’s rosebuds were large — about the size of silver dollars.
When she was horny they stuck far out. It was hard for Marvin to not stare.
Sally Symms took a deep breath, making a little gasping noise, as she saw the boy hook his thumbs under the top of his faded jeans and the elastic band to his underwear simultaneously. He lifted his ass from the back seat. His knees and his ankles were close together. He hitched down his drawers anxiously, and his cock came popping out like some kind of horny jack-in-the-box.
The little girl sucked in cool air through puckered lips producing a low whistle. Her eyes went wide with awe. Her eyes opened so far that the whites were visible all the way around the baby blue pupils. Her golden eyebrows raised into arches. She had to concentrate to keep her jaw from dropping with her astonishment. The little girl could feel a great pressure forming inside her lower abdomen. The little girl could feel the ache in her pussy getting worse by the second. She could feel her love button throbbing sharply in sync with her racing heartbeat.
“Wow,” she said.
“Do you like it?” Marvin asked. He grinned at her.
He bared his white teeth, pulling back his lips a bit.
“I have never seen one before,” Sally said vaguely.
She had not blinked in a long time. She was staring.
Only when her eyes began to burn did she blink them.
“What do you think?” the football quarterback asked her.
“I think it is beautiful. But how does it fit…” Sally stopped.
“How does it fit in a pussy?” Marvin completed her query.
“Yeah, how does it fit?” Sally said. Her salivary gland worked over-time.
Her delicious hot pink mouth was watering freely by this time.
She had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep from drooling.
“Girls are more elastic than you think.” Marvin said.
“Wow,” Sally said. “Can I touch it, Marvin?” Her hands trembled. Her skin was slick with hot sticky sweat. Her cheeks were rosy. Her lips looked puffy with lust. Her eyelids appeared heavy with her lust.
“Of course, silly,” Marvin said with a manly chuckle.
Sally could feel her breaths getting shorter and closer together.
“That’s the whole idea,” Marvin said. He stroked her cheek with gentle fingertips. “But kiss me first.”
Sally pressed her lips against his. For a moment their lips writhed together without their tongues. Then they touched the tips of their tongues together lightly and the inside of the car crackled with sexual electricity.
Soon they were rolling their tongues together, and Sally was pressing her firm yet supple breasts against Marvin’s chest, and he could feel her pebble-like nipples.
The kiss lasted for a long time.
It was a sloppy kiss.
Their lips were wet and slippery with shared saliva before long.
They quaffed cheerfully of each other’s hot spittle.
They were breathless with passion by the time the kiss was through.
Sally could feel the crotch of her panties getting very wet.
The material was already starting to crawl up between her lips.
She tried not to think about it. Her clit was demanding to be stroked.
Her nipples burned and yearned for a sweet caress — with fingers or mouth.
When the kiss was over Sally moved in front of the seat on her knees. Marvin pushed his jeans and his underwear all the way down to his ankles. He kept his black high-rise sneakers on. He parted his thighs. He separated his knees as far as he could. Marvin pointed his knees at opposite sides of the car. Sally could see his stiff cock sticking straight up in the air, pointing at the roof. It was close to the fiat plain of Marvin’s belly.
Sally figured that his cock had to be eight inches long and it was thick enough so that she would have to open her mouth very far to suck on it.
The pretty little blonde could see that the cock was thickest at the head. The glans at the tip of the tool was shaped like a mushroom. Sally could not imagine her inner cunt lips opening far enough to take that cock head. She found herself wondering what her Daddy’s cock looked like, but she always tried to keep her direct thoughts of incest thrust into the back of her head. Marvin’s cock head was fully engorged with the blood of his arousal and was as hard as a rock. Sally could see that the skin covering the cock head was stretched very thin, and appeared to be as smooth as a plate of glass. The glans looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside. Sally could see the little hole in the glans opening and closing with tiny spasms. She knew that this was the little hole where both Marvin’s piss and come emerged. She was surprised to see that there were little lips on either side of his quivering urethra. The lips were swollen with his horniness, making the hole look like a nether mouth. As the hole opened and closed it appeared to the little girl as if the nether mouth were trying in vain to speak. She lowered her head. Pausing to pull her golden hair back over her shoulders and away from her face, she began to kiss and lick at the insides of Marvin’s thighs. She could smell the scent of his manhood. She couldn’t stand it, it was so good.
Sally flared her nostrils and inhaled exclusively through her nose.
She filled her lungs.
Her chest puffed out.
Her tits rose.
She sucked the scent of Marvin’s cock and balls deep into her sinuses and sighed as she exhaled. She began kissing and licking him close to his knees and worked her way toward his crotch.
The shaft of Marvin’s cock was not quite as thick as the head, but it was just as hard. In their position, Sally was looking at the underside of the shaft which was lined with dilated blue veins. The veins ran all the way from the base of the shaft to the base of the glans. They made his cock look craggy. They made his pole of masculinity look more like a weapon than an instrument of lovemaking. Sally kissed her way all the way to Marvin’s balls. She placed the tip of her tongue on his scrotal sack and began to flick back and forth lightly and rapidly. She could feel her face flush and turn hot with pride when the boy let out a whimper of pleasure.
His balls were huge.
Swollen.
Like golf balls.
Sally could see that his scrotal sack was larger than she thought it would be also. She would have to open her fingers as far as she could to cup the whole bag in her palm at once.
The sack appeared to be filled to the brim with come. Sally wondered how long it had been since Marvin had last had an orgasm. She didn’t know that the bag always looked like that.
Sally placed the tips of her fingers on the base of his balls and lifted the sack. She had her palm turned toward the roof of the car.
Her knuckles were slightly bent and she had her fingers arched so she would not scratch the handsome boy’s delicate tissue with her long red fingernails.
Sally bobbed his balls up and down on her fingertips for a moment, and Marvin found it increasingly difficult to keep his lower torso still.
As Sally moved his swollen testicles up and down sensuously, the pretty little blonde appeared as if she were trying to determine their weight.
She lifted them as high as she could, and began to flick the tip of her tongue across the hypersensitive patch of skin between his balls and his asshole.
The boys breathing was becoming harsher. He was panting like a wild jungle beast. His cock was throbbing so hard that it began to slap him in his hard stomach — the tip striking several inches above Marvin’s bellybutton.
Sally switched to the flat part of her tongue and licked at the boy’s balls until the entire scrotal sack was wet and shiny with her saliva.
Sally could hear his whimpering and whining becoming more desperate by the second. She placed the fingertips on her other hand on the underside of his cock. She caressed up and down a little and then pinned the head against his belly. She could feel how hard it was. She could feel it throbbing against her fingertips. She was anxious to take him in her mouth. The little girl did not want to think about her desire to take him in her pussy.
There was only one man who could take her cherry.
And making love with him was breaking society’s strictest taboo.
There was only one man that Sally loved enough to fuck.
Her father!
Her loving Daddy!
Sally parted her lips and made her mouth cottony soft.
She had been doing a lot of reading about sex lately.
She liked to think that she was researching how to be a woman.
She had read everything she could get her hands on.
Sally wanted to know how to give a man pleasure. She had rehearsed all of these moves many times in her mind. So far her techniques were going over well. It was dear from the frenzied gurgling noises Marvin was making in the back of her this throat that he was having a splendid time. Sally wrapped her soft pouting hips over his right testicle.
She began to suck it lightly, drawing in her cheeks.
The little girl drew at the gland with a steady vacuum.
She kept her pink tongue busy licking as she sucked.
Marvin could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing.
He could feel his semen begin to boil inside the sack.
His silver seed swirled about his swollen nuts with au ache.
His balls throbbed — along with his stiff thick prick.
Sally began to move her fingertips up and down his cock shaft.
He began to thrust up and down with his ass furiously.
He found that he was tensing and relaxing his buttocks rhythmically.
The boy’s face was very red. His back teeth were clenched.
His jaw was so tight that the muscles at the sides of his face were protruding. His eyes closed tightly — so tightly that the lids wrinkled.
The handsome football quarterback could tell that the little girl was not going to have to suck him for very long. He felt like he was going to blow his top.
The dark haired high school jock could tell that he was going to feed the horny virgin a hot meal soon after she wrapped those pouting lips around the head of his throbbing purple prick!!!
Sally sucked at both of his balls for a long time. She could tell by the movements in his lower body, and the sounds he was making, that he needed a come badly. She decided that she had been a tease for long enough. She was finally going to find out what it felt like to satisfy a man.
She moved her mouth to his prick.
Sally stuck her tongue out from between her sensuous lips and her pearly white teeth as far as she could — concentrating on keeping it pointy at the tip. She placed the tip her tongue at the base of his cock. She moved her fingers up toward the head so they would be out of the way. With her other hand she cupped his balls. The little girl parted her fingers as far as she could so that she could clutch the entire sack at the same time.
She began to pump his swollen testicles — squeezing once for every beat of Marvin’s racing heart.
In this manner the blonde virgin simulated the natural throbbing the boy felt in his scrotal sack.
She looked at the swollen veins. She could feel them on her tongue. They reminded her of lines on a road map.
“Oh God, baby, that feels so fucking good,” the handsome football quarterback said. His voice was strained from his sexual tension. The muscles in his neck were tensed and bulged. They squeezed at his vocal cords and made his voice higher in pitch than usual. The boy’s brow was creased. His facial features were contorting. He really did feel as if the head of his boner were about to explode from the tension building inside that mushroom-shaped glans.
“Glad you like it.” Sally said, pulling her tongue away from the underside of his cock shaft only long enough to speak. She grinned at him cheerfully. Her baby blue eyes twinkled with her merriment. Yet it was clear that this was a very horny young lady. She was still panting and hushed with her passion. Tue heat and her lust had made beads of perspiration form in a straight line across her forehead — only a fraction of an inch above her golden eyebrows. “Am I doing okay for my first time?” she asked sweetly.
“You are doing beautifully. Keep it up. If you suck anything like you lick I can tell you are going to blast me into Seventh Heaven!!!” Marvin said. His face reflected his bliss and his anxiousness simultaneously. He was still gyrating his hips, but more slowly now. He didn’t want the little girl to have trouble keeping her tongue and her lips where she wanted it. His whole body jerked as Sally began to flick the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly across the little fleshy patch below his glans — where the cock head split to make it resemble a ripe plum. Realizing that the handsome quarterback was very sensitive on this spot — hypersensitive, in fact — she lingered there, and flicked across the spot with her eager taster until all of the muscles in the boy’s body had tensed to the point where he was trembling.
“You sure are hot,” Sally said with a giggle. The little girl allowed the head of his cock to come away from his belly a bit. She moved the tip of her tongue to the glans. She rolled her tongue lazily over the mushroom-shaped cock head, covering the entire humongous purple acorn with a thin film of hot spittle. She continued to pump firmly at his swollen testicles with the cupped palm of her left hand. With her right hand she gripped the base of his masculinity pole. She found that her fingers only barely made it all the way around the shaft. She relaxed the muscles in her jaw. She allowed her mouth to fall gaping open. She squeezed firmly at his cock shaft at the base. Sally flicked the tip of her tongue across his piss hole. Marvin could not help but whimper desperately when the delicious blonde did that. He was begging her without words. The high-pitched sounds the high school jock was making were pleas for mercy. He was a wanton beast. He could think of nothing but the ache in his groin. His mind refused to think of anything but his deep need for an orgasm.
Sally then placed her mouth over the head of his cock. She had her mouth open very far — and still his purple glans pulled back at the corners of her lips.
Sally wrapped her writhing lips firmly around the ring of scar tissue at the base of his cock head and began to suck as hard as she could.
She made sloppy sucking sounds with her mouth, and kept her tongue as busy as she could — but most of the time her aroused taster was hopelessly pinned to the bottom of her mouth.
The little girl found it difficult to swallow, and did nothing to stop herself when she felt herself beginning to drool. She knew her spittle would make her caresses slipperier — thus enhancing the handsome boy’s pleasure.
Marvin was thrusting up and down with his hips frantically. It was clear that the boy wanted to ram his cock deep into her throat. Sally had read about girls who offered their throats to their men. Instead of giving blow jobs, these girls allowed their boyfriends to fuck their faces. They took throbbing cock meat deep into their gullets. Sally wondered if she had the courage to try it. She knew that it would hurt. She knew that it would make her gag. But she wanted to try. She wanted to be the best possible lover for Marvin — without allowing him to pop her you-know-what.
Sally moved so that her neck was straight. She knew that this would make the penetration of her throat more comfortable for both of them.
The little girl concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her throat. She thought about breathing exclusively through her nose. She could feel her oval-shaped nostrils flaring wildly.
Sally began to press down with her head and she could feel his massive glans pushing into her throat. Just as she had expected, she began to gag immediately.
The pretty little blonde virgin could feel big tears welling up in her baby blue eyes. She could tell that her orbs were swelling and becoming bloodshot. She told herself to be brave. She told herself to not think about the pain. Of course, this was next to impossible.
Sally was unable to take the whole thing, as she had hoped. But she got her mouth three-quarters of the way, down his cock shaft before the throat agony made the sensuous procedure prohibitive.
Marvin screamed.
He loved it.
He didn’t care that she couldn’t swallow his entire sword.
He thought that she gave great head.
Especially for a beginner. She could only get better.
Experience, Marvin knew, would help Sally’s technique.
The boy could see his hot sticky semen becoming increasingly inpatient inside the wrinkled sack that held his swollen testicles. He could feel his silver seed swimming sensuously. The handsome boy felt like his balls would burst; the tension was too great. He needed release. He could then feel his come moving from his scrotal sack to the base of his cock, right where the heel of Sally’s palm was pressing. Sally wiggled the fingers of her left hand and massaged his balls which sent a ripple of pleasure rolling up and down the handsome boy’s suddenly arched spine.
He knew that the tickle at the base of his rigid phallus would only get worse as she continued to suck.
The intensity of the already savage tickle would increase until his sexual tension reached saturation.
The tickle would slowly transform into a fiery — comet-like — ball, signaling his orgasm’s inevitability.
The boy began to tremble.
His face was beet red.
He was slick with sweat.
Perspiration dripped from his brow down onto his clenched eyelids.
Sally began to bob up and down on his cock, sucking noisily.
Whenever she could she rolled her tongue over his rock-hard glans.
Then she felt that cock head begin to spasm against her lips and her inner cheeks. She could sense Marvin pressing the back of his head and his shoulders against the back of the car seat as hard as he possibly could.
“CCCCCOOOOOMMM’MMINNG!” Marvin cried out, and Sally realized that she only had seconds to wait before she would find out for the first time in her life what man come tasted like!
Her curiosity was piqued. She wanted to be fed that hot meal.
She had read all about masculine fuck juice. She knew it was good for her.
She knew that the sperm was almost one-hundred percent protein.
It was supposed to have the consistency of raw egg whites.
What she didn’t know was how much jam there would be.
This part came as a surprise to the pretty little blonde.
Suddenly, before Sally could become mentally prepared, her mouth was filled with his fuck juice. There was a lot more of the stuff than she would have thought. She puffed out her creamy cheeks and began to swallow as hard as she could in a vain attempt to keep all of the silver seed inside her mouth. She could feel some of the handsome boy’s sperm oozing from, the corners of her gaping mouth. The goo rolled down onto her chin where some of it remained and some of it dripped onto the inside of her left wrist. The little girl loved the way the stuff felt as it rolled down her gullet toward the warm spot it was making in her belly. She could almost feel herself getting healthier as she drank his essential juice straight from the tap. The little girl pumped up and down on his cock shift with her tightly clenched fist, and she squeezed more firmly than ever at his exploding nuts. The boy could feel his orgasmic pleasure spreading in concentric circles to fill his entire body. He screamed bloody murder with the fantastic sensations he was experiencing. He howled at the full moon with his unadulterated physical joy. He could feel the bliss ripping into his already reeling brain. His back teeth came unclenched and his mouth fell gaping open. His lips at the corners were stretched tight. His lips were pulled back over his teeth. A single dilated vein at Marvin’s right temple was throbbing visibly.
It didn’t take the pretty little blonde virgin long to realize that she loved the taste of his come.
She thought that it was a little fishy, and a little Sally, but it was refreshing. She drank it down as if it were the elixir of life — of perhaps a vintage imported wine.
She didn’t stop sucking until the come stopped spurting out of his piss hole. She knew his orgasm was over when all of his muscles relaxed at the same time. His ass had been raised off the seat while he was shooting sperm. Now he lowered his bare buttocks back to the seat and let out a deep moan. He could feel the ecstasy of his orgasm being replaced by the warm contentment of his afterglow. The glow filled his groin. He could feel his heartbeat returning to normal.
Sally could feel his cock losing its urgent rigidity right away. The little blonde had never been so horny in her life. She left her mouth on the head of his cock even after his orgasm was over. She liked the way it felt there. She could feel the cock shaft getting softer against her palm and the insides of her fingers. She held the cock upright as the force of gravity began to have an effect on the tip. The little girl finally pulled her mouth off of the tip. She closed her jaw for what seemed like the first time in ages. Her jaw felt rusty — as if it were badly in need of oil. She hadn’t been aware of the ache while her mind was on sucking. It was only after Marvin’s horniness was appeased that the little girl was conscious of her own discomfort.
Sally stopped when her upper lip was only a fraction of an inch from the swollen lips on either side of Marvin’s piss hole. She could see that the hole and her lip were connected with a bridge of conic. She pulled her mouth back an inch more and the string of semen broke in the middle. Half fell onto Sally’s tooth and the other half rolled down his cock head — which was still dwindling as blood pumped back out of the dick.
She pumped his cock one more time and saw a single bead of post-orgasmic fluid form at the hole. She licked the fluid away with a single swipe of her slightly curled tongue tip. She then used the flat part of her tongue to lick his cock clean. The head had been covered with a thin film of coagulating fuck juice. By the time she stopped licking his prick the only thing that was making his manhood wet and shiny was the little girl’s sweet spittle.
She was very hot.
She knew she was in danger.
Her willpower was weak.
Her panties were soaked.
She felt a great need to get naked.
She was in the mood to get nude!
She released her grip on his balls and let go of his cock.
His prick fell onto the top of his thigh. Sally remembered the come that had dripped down onto her chin and she licked herself clean with a broad sweep of her pink taster.
“You had better take me home, Marvin,” she said.
“It’s still early,” Marvin said with a deep moan.
The tone of his voice rang with his disappointment.
“I have to get up early in the morning,” Sally said.
This was a lie.
She was afraid that her willpower would give out if she remained.
She thought it would be nice to have her pussy eaten by the boy.
When she started to think like that she knew it was time to go home.
Marvin lifted his ass from the back seat of the car.
He reached down and tugged up his jeans and his underwear together.
He had to wiggle his ass from side to side to get them all the way up.
Sally thought he looked very cute as he did this. She moved so she was sitting on the seat beside him. She opened her purse and pulled out a facial tissue to wipe her mouth. She didn’t want to look a mess when she faced Daddy at home.
The two got out of the car and moved into the front seat.
Sally knew what she was going to do when she got home. She was going to kiss Daddy goodnight and go straight up to her room. Then she was going to touch herself and make herself come. Sally could tell that she wouldn’t even be able to think about going to sleep until she had made herself come. She could feel a great tension in her lower abdomen and the ache in her pussy was worse than ever. She shifted her weight from one ass cheek to the other as she sat in the front seat of the car. Marvin turned on the AM radio and switched the tuner to the local rock and toll station. He then turned up the volume and began to beat out the rhythm of a hard rocker on top of the steering wheel with his fingertips. The boy cleared his throat and turned on the engine. He pulled out of the lovers lane and headed the car back toward town.
The young couple had been making-out on a dirt road deep in a woods south of town. It was very secluded and the local cops never went there. Sally and Marvin both lived in the pretty little village of Caledonia, which was about eighteen miles south of Rochester, in Upstate New York. It was a sleepy conservative village where all of the houses were painted white with green trim. All of the narrow village streets were lined with mature maple trees. In the summer the streets of Caledonia looked like green tunnels. In the autumn there was much raking to be done.
“Did you have a good time?” Marvin asked, driving like a maniac. He spun his tires on the dirt road and tore out of the lovers lane like a bat out of hell.
“Oh yes,” Sally said. She did not speak enthusiastically. She didn’t want one blow job to go to the boy’s head. She didn’t want him to think that it was going to be a regular thing. “It was nice,” she added.
“I thought that it was the best orgasm I have ever had,” Marvin said sincerely as he pulled onto the paved road that led into Caledonia. He did not drive as fast once he hit the main road. He didn’t relish the thought of being pulled over by a cherry-top.
“I’m glad you liked it. Remember it well. IT’s the last one I will ever give you,” Sally said. She had her knees together. Her tiny hands were folded in her lap.
“But why?”
Marvin was hurt.
“I told you. I don’t do that sort of stuff,” Sally said.
“But you just did!” Marvin said incredulously. He whined.
“I felt sorry for you,” Sally said. She knew the comment cut deep.
Marvin was pissed.
He didn’t speak to her after that.
He drove her straight home and let her out.
Sally didn’t even bother to kiss the handsome football quarterback good-bye. Sally was smart enough to know the high school jock was not in the mood. He looked like he would rather hit her than kiss her.
“Just like men,” Sally thought to herself as she got out of the car and ran up onto the front porch of her white home at 32 Genesee Street in Caledonia.
She shrugged.
“You give them an inch and they want to take a mile,” she added to herself and walked in her front door. Sally entered the warm confines of the Symms livingroom.
Sally lived alone with her father.
She had never had any brothers of sisters. She was an only child.
Her mother had died five years before. Cancer at thirty-three.
It had been just Daddy and her against the world since then.
Symm was sitting on the couch watching television. The out and the TV cast a flickering everything. The room had a blue hue.
“Hello, sweetheart,” MacIntyre exclaimed cheerfully as his beautiful daughter closed the door behind her and bounced over to the sofa.
Sally plopped down on the davenport beside her loving father and draped her arm across his broad shoulders. She gave him a smacking kiss right on the lips and smiled brilliantly.
“You are certainly in a good mood,” MacIntyre said. “You must have had a good time with Marvin. What did you do park under the stars?”
“A little.”
“I hope you didn’t see stars.”
“Oh Daddy, you know that I am a good girl.” Sally said.
She was glad the room was dark. She could feel herself blushing.
Even though she had kept her cherry, she felt as if she had been bad.
Sally always had difficulty masking her shame when she was naughty.
“Do you want to stay up and watch TV?” MacIntyre queried.
“No thanks, Daddy. I’m pooped.” Sally said sleepily.
She stretched her arms up over her head — making her breasts rise inside her tee-shirt deliciously — and faked a yawn.
“I think I am going to go straight up to bed,” she said.
“Okie-dokie,” MacIntyre said. He was disappointed. “I’ll see you in the morning, sweetheart.”
“Right-o, Daddy. I’ll make you your favorite breakfast,” Sally said. She kissed her Daddy once again and scampered up the carpeted stairs to her bedroom.
Sally closed her bedroom door and did not lock it. She turned on the lamp on the night table beside the head of her bed and walked over to her closet. Sally stood in front of the full length mirror on the inside of her closet door. She couldn’t wait to be naked. She knew that she could only feel free when she didn’t have a stitch of clothes on. She wondered what the boys of Caledonia would think if they knew the raging fire she felt in her loins. She wondered what they would think if they knew the amount of time she spent thinking about how good it would feel being impaled on their longhorns.
Sally worked her fingers under the bottom of her tee-shirt. She pulled the tee-shirt rapidly up over her head. Sally tossed it over her shoulder carelessly, without bothering to look where it landed. She was watching herself in the mirror. She watched her pert supple tits bouncing up and down a couple of times before they came to a rest high on her chest. Her nipples were very stiff and erect. They burned. She rolled her fingertips over them lightly. She could never remember being so horny. She had masturbated in the past — although not frequently — but she had never felt a craving between her legs like the one she was experiencing at that moment.
The little girl unsnapped the top of her designer jeans and pulled down her fly. Her jeans were so tight that she had to peel them down over her round hips.
She pulled her panties off at the same time and sighed with delight as she felt the soaking wet crotch of her underwear pull out from between her swollen outer labia.
Her cunt could breathe.
She kicked off her sneakers.
She wore no socks.
She pulled her jeans and panties off over her toes.
Sally noticed that her toes curled under when she was horny.
At that moment her chubby toes clutched the pile of the rug.
Her bedroom was floored with wall-to-wall shag carpeting.
She could feel her cunt glands secreting her natural lubrication in a steady flow. She could tell that it wouldn’t be long before her musky cunt juice began to drool out of her cunt down the insides of her milky smooth thighs.
Sally looked at herself naked.
She knew she was beautiful.
She knew the effect she had on men.
Sally looked at her pubies. She had been aware for some time that she had less pubic hair than other girls her age. Most girls had an inverted triangle of hair on their mounds above their pussy slits. Sally knew this from showering with the other girls after gym class at school. Most girls also had hair growing along the sides of their vulvas and in between the cheeks of their ass — especially around their puckered assholes.
But Sally’s precious virginal poontang was almost bald.
She had two tiny curls of blonde hair at the top of her slit.
The curls were above and to either side of her clitoris.
They were so light and downy that they were almost invisible.
She had no hair at all along her outer cunt lips.
This made her pussy flesh even pinker than it was.
The crack of her ass was equally bald. Her asshole was a hairless pink asterisk. Her pussy slit was tiny and her inner lips — the lips that surrounded her unused fuck hole — protruded the farthest from her slash.
Sally could feel her knees starting to shake.
The muscles in her legs were feeling increasingly weak.
Her knees trembled more violently. Her legs felt like jelly.
Sally wasn’t at all sure how much longer her legs would be able to support the weight of her body.
Sally closed her closet door and walked over to her bed. She placed both of her foam-rubber pillows on top of one another and punched the top one with a tiny clenched fist to make an indentation for the back of her pretty head.
She then sprawled on her back and settled her head into place. Her breasts heaved up and down with her rib-cage as her breaths became shorter and closer together.
At first she stretched her legs out straight in front of her. She watched her tiny toes clutching at the balls of her feet. She could feel her natural lubrication dripping from the base of her poontang.
The little girl could feel her cunt juice rolling over the inch long patch of skin between the base of her pussy slit and her pink puckered asshole.
The anus itself was washed with juice just before the lubrication began to drip onto the bed. She could tell that there was going to be a big wet spot on the bedspread beneath her ass by the time she was through.
She whimpered.
She once again stroked her nipples.
She got each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers.
She pinched at her feminine erections gingerly at first.
But then harder.
Sally felt ripples of pleasure running up and down her spine.
She found it increasingly difficult to keep her ass still.
Sally began to gyrate her hips on the bed sensuously.
She could feel sweat oozing from all of her body’s pores.
She could feel her skin become covered with gooseflesh.
The little blonde hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end.
Sally pinched at her nipples until it hurt a little bit.
But she didn’t mind.
Her aroused brain was translating the pain into pleasure.
Her pussy flesh was quivering. She was wanton. Wet. Needy of pleasure.
She pulled on her rosebuds until the skin all around was stretched tight.
Her face turned beet red and her lips trembled as if she were about to sob.
She made a mental note to keep as quiet as possible.
Naturally she did not want her father to know she was touching herself in an impure manner.
She could feel her clit poking well out from under its foreskin.
She released her grip on her nipples.
Sally wanted to tease herself for a long time before she made herself come. She knew that the intensity of her orgasm was in direct proportion to the time it took her sexual anxiety to reach saturation. The longer she took to build up the tension in her loins the better it was going to feel when the tension was released in the form of a blissful climax.
Sally opened her fingers and placed the palms of her hands over her tits. She positioned her white hands so that her erect nipples pressed precisely against the centers of her palms Sally squeezed and fondled her big tits lovingly. Her hands were not big enough to clutch those tits the way they needed to be clutched. That was a job for a man’s hands. Hands like her Daddy’s. Sometimes Sally found herself fantasizing about making love with her father while she masturbated. She discouraged herself from doing this, thinking it wasn’t healthy. She knew that it was wrong to think about her Daddy in that way. But there were times when the pretty blonde virgin couldn’t help herself. He was the best looking and sexiest man she had ever seen.
Sally began to move both of her breasts simultaneously in slow sensuously circles. She pressed her tits together. The breasts were flattened at the sides and the cleavage between them was long and deep.
She pulled the tits apart and pushed them upward. When she lifted the back of her head as far from the pillow as she could and stuck her tongue out as far as was physically possible, Sally could lick her own nipples! But she could not do it comfortably. She had never had anyone else lick her nipples, but she knew deep down inside that it had to be a thousand times better than doing it herself.
She then released her grip on her tits. She ran the tips of her long red fingernails down the front of her body slowly. She was writhing wildly on the bed by this time. Her natural lubrication was rolling out of the base of her pussy in a steady flow. She could smell the scent of her womanhood waiting up toward her flaring nostrils from between her smooth parted thighs. Sally strained to get her legs apart as far as she could. Then she placed the balls of her feet flat on the foot of the bed. Her tiny toes clutched and gathered at the bedspread. Sally raised her knees in the air. She strained to get her thighs opened to an obtuse angle. She strained to point her knees at opposite walls of her bedroom. Sally’s bedroom was covered with posters of her favorite rock stars. A menagerie of stuffed animals lived on top of her dresser.
Sally traced a circle around her dimpled bellybutton with the tip of the long red fingernail on her right forefinger. She even dipped her fingertip into her navel — and found that this felt a lot better than she thought it was going to. She could feel her mouth fall open. She was surprised that it didn’t tickle. The pretty little blonde was smart enough to realize that her nervous-system could not be sexually aroused and ticklish simultaneously.
Sally stroked her abdomen, and the bald part of her mound. She twirled her twin curls of golden short and curly pubic hair around the tips of her forefingers — as if she were gathering spaghetti on a fork. Her natural urge was to dip her fingers into her honey pot right then and there. She could tell that she was not going to have to give direct stimulation to her clit for very long before the orgasmic explosions would begin in her pussy.
Her honey pot was close to boiling.
The little girl was whimpering.
She released tiny moans at the end of each rapid exhale.
Once again she told herself to keep the volume of her exclamations of self-induced passion to a minimum.
Instead of going straight for her love button — like her body was telling her to — Sally began to massage and stroke the insides of her thighs. She placed the tips of her long red fingernails on her thighs very close to her bent knees and drew them down. She did not stop until her nails were only a fraction of an inch from the outer lips of her pussy. Her cunt throbbed. Her hips jerked. Sally could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing. She began to buck up and down with her ass, as if she were pretending that Daddy’s cock was already inside her, dancing against the inner walls of her pussy, touching her in places where the virgin had never been touched before.
Sally repeated the strokes of her thighs several times. She then lifted her feet off the bed and drew back with her knees. She pressed the back of her head and her slim white shoulders downward. She rolled onto the small of her back. She rolled her buttocks into the air. Sally tickled herself lightly behind her knees — a spot that she had learned to unexpectedly erogenous. She then stroked the backs of her thighs all the way down to the precious creamy cheeks of her round ass. She rubbed her ass cheeks gently for a moment and then began to knead the flesh with strong fingers. She treated her sensitive buttocks as if she were preparing unrisen dough for baking.
Sally turned her fingers inward, toward the crack of her ass. Her nerve-endings were more concentrated and she was more sensitive the closer she got to her asshole. She could feel her anus burning with desire. She could feel a deep yearning inside her bowels. Sally knew that she was going to be the kind of woman who would let her man fuck her in all three of her holes. She had read about anal intercourse. She knew that there were a lot of women in the world who did not allow their men to fuck them in the ass. They thought that it was perverted — or they were afraid that it would be prohibitively painful. But Sally didn’t feel that way at all. She figured there was no point taking on a lover, if she wasn’t going, to let him penetrate her in every possible way.
Sally pressed her fingertips into her ass. She pressed hard enough to pucker the flesh. She then began to pull the ass cheeks apart.
Slowly.
Sensuously.
She whimpered.
She whined.
She separated her buttocks as if she were parting the sections of a ripe fruit. She didn’t stop pulling the cheeks apart until they would go no further. The skin in the crack of her ass was stretched tight. The puckers in her sphincter muscle were strained. She could feel her sphincter throbbing. She wondered what her whole looked like when it throbbed that way. She wondered if her pink nether eye looked as if it were winking. Sally held her as cheeks open with her left hand exclusively and used the tip of her right forefinger to explore between them.
She placed the tip of that finger at the top of the crack of her ass which was closest to the bed.
The little girl then ran the finger deep between the buttocks until she was massaging her aching rectum.
She could feel her muscles tensing. She ran her finger in a little circle, tracing the ring of tight muscle tissue.
Her button nose began to move up and down like a bunny’s with her growing passion. There was a big part of the little girl that wanted to ram her finger right up her asshole. She had never felt that way before. But she didn’t do it.
She was afraid.
She feared that she would hurt herself with her fingernail. And she was not about to ruin her perfect manicure so she could fingerfuck her own asshole.
Sally lowered her feet back to the bed and drew her finger up the inch and a fraction to the base of her pussy slit. She shivered. The flesh was very swollen and very slippery. She could feel the sexual tension in her loins approaching the saturation point. She pulled her cunt lips gently apart and began to rub her fingertip lightly up and down the outer labia. She rubbed along the sides of the slit — but she never made direct contact with the center of her womanly pleasure. She was determined to explore all of the nooks and crannies of her pussy before she allowed herself the blissful release of a sexual climax. She wanted to see how long she could stay on the very edge of ecstasy without tipping over. Her breaths were very short. She could hear herself making gurgling noises deep in her throat.
Sally ran her fingertip ever-so-lightly up and down the outer edges of her inner labia — the lips that protruded furthest from the soaking wet pinkness. Those lips curled back a little naturally when she parted her thighs. Her pussy was a rose-blossom in the springtime. Sally knew that she would have to fucked by a man’s hard cock before her pussy would be a full-fledged flower.
She worked her finger in between those lips so she could rub her urethra — directly below her clit.
She worked her fingertip downward toward the mouth of her fuck hole. She bent at the knuckles as if she were going to ram her finger deep inside herself. But when she pressed the finger deeper she did not get very far. It wasn’t long before the tip of her long red fingernail pressed against the thin wall of membrane that blocked the path to her womb.
Her cherry.
Her intact hymen.
Her precious maidenhead.
She pressed against the wall of flesh that had — for so long — protected the pretty blonde teenager’s chastity.
Sally did not know that at that exact moment her father was turning off the color television set.
He had decided to retire for the evening, and was heading up the stairs. His bedroom was down the halt from Sally’s room. He would have to walk right past her door to get to the master bedroom — the same bedroom where Daddy had slept with Mommy for years before she died.
Sally could feel her sexual anxiety reach the saturation point.
She pressed against the cherry until it was pulled taut.
She had a great urge to plunge her finger through the wall of skin.
She had never been touched on the other side — and her body told her that penetration would feel very, very good. But again her willpower took over. She did not want to pop her cherry. She wanted to offer her intact hymen to the man she chose to be her first lover.
Sally used the tip of her left forefinger to pull her love button’s foreskin upward. She peeled the fleshy sheath completely off of her little man in the boat.
By doing this the pretty little blonde virgin rendered the center of her womanly pleasure completely exposed and vulnerable to her own caress.
She clenched her back teeth.
She closed her eyes tightly.
Sally tensed all of her muscles.
She touched her clitoris.
The little girl felt a lightning bolt of pleasure rip through her. She dabbed at her clit with her fingertip, always pulling away before her orgasm had a chance to begin. Then she could take it no more. She placed her fingertip on the throbbing, ball of fiery flesh and kept it there. She could feel the savage explosions in her pussy starting. She tried as hard as she could to keep quiet, but she was unable to suppress a sharp grunt of wanton joy at that moment. The little girl began to roll her clit in a small circle, as if she were rolling a marble around in a sea of boiling oil. She started out doing this slowly and gently but rapidly increased the pace and pressure of the caress. She could feel her ecstasy starting in her clit. It soon spread to fill her entire convulsing vagina, and then to fill her lower torso. The physical joy ran all the way down her legs to her toes, which gripped and gathered the bedspread harder than ever. She could feel the bliss running up her spine to the base of her skull. The pleasure that tore into her reeling mind and her mouth fell gaping open. The pretty little girl began to toss her head wildly from side to side.
Sally began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth across her spasming clitoris as hard and fast as she possibly could and she found that she was bucking about violently on the bed — making quite a fuss.
At that moment MacIntyre Symms stood outside Sally’s room.
He heard the sounds she was making. Thinking that something was wrong the man opened the door to check on her — never once worrying about infringing on her privacy.
Sally could feel her orgasm come to a sudden halt. Her afterglow was rich.
She opened her eyes.
She thought she was going to die. Sally could feel all of the blood drain from her face. Her hot perspiration of exertion immediately transformed into the cold sweat of terror. She found herself looking at Daddy.
She thought he would be mad.
She figured she would be punished for being naughty.
Sally had been caught red-handed. Her legs were spread and her fingers were still in the pie.
But MacIntyre was not angry at all. The man was aroused by the sight of his naked daughter spread on the bed. He could feel his balls start to ache. He could feet blood pumping into his cock.
He stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He smiled at the pretty blonde. He saw her as a sexual animal. It didn’t matter that she was his daughter.
“Don’t look so scared, sweetheart,” Daddy said calmly. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
Sally thought he was acting weird. She thought about scrambling to get under her covers — but she didn’t. Her father had already seen everything he could see anyway. He looked like he found her sexy. Sally could feel her mind being boggled. This was like a dream come true. Daddy was actually looking at her with lust in his blue eyes. Was it possible that he felt the same about her as she felt about him? Sally prayed.
“I thought that you were in pain,” MacIntyre explained. “I’m sorry that I barged in without knocking.”
“It’s okay, Daddy,” Sally said. She could feel her heart pounding so hard that it was threatening to beat right out of her chest. She continued to pant. She could tell that she would not have long to enjoy her afterglow. She could tell that it wouldn’t be long before that warm contentment would be replaced by rekindled lust.
Incestuous passion.
Sweet lust for Daddy’s cock meat!!
“You certainly have grown up to be a beautiful young lady.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I think you are pretty handsome, too.”
She was being a flirt.
MacIntyre cleared his throat.
“Do you masturbate often?” he asked. He sat on her desk chair.
Sally stroked her own nipples. She was playing seductress.
She was nervous — but she couldn’t stop herself. The thought of actually fucking Daddy — as she had in so many sexy daydreams — made her inhibitions low.
“Not too often. I was just horny after my date,” Sally said.
“You don’t have sex with the boys you go out with?”
“Never, Daddy. Honest. You can check. My cherry is there.”
“You had better be careful, little girl,” MacIntyre said.
“Why’s that, Daddy?” the blonde virgin queried. She squirmed.
“I just might take you up on it,” he said breathlessly.
“Please do,” she said. She stared into his eyes. He could tell she meant it.
“We shouldn’t. It isn’t right,” MacIntyre said. He looked away from her.
“Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy, Daddy,” Sally said softly.
“It is against the rules,” MacIntyre said. He wrung his hands together.
“Who’s rules, Daddy?” Sally inquired. She sat up in bed.
She kept her thighs parted and turned so her father could once again get a full frontal view of her pink bald pussy lips.
“Why, society’s rules, of course,” MacIntyre said, glancing up at her.
He thought that she had the nicest tits he had seen since her mother had died.
“Silly old, society,” Sally said softly. “It’s just you and me here, Daddy. Society is not involved.”
“Do you really want to make it with me?” Daddy asked.
“I want you to fuck me worse than anything in the world,” Sally said, conscious of the fact that she was using a vulgarity in front of him for the first time in her life. She wanted to drive her point home. She could feel her cunt flesh returning to full engorgement. A fresh flow of natural lubrication began between her inner pussy lips.
“Last chance,” MacIntyre said. He tilted his head slightly to one side and raised a single blonde eyebrow into an arch. Sally thought he was the best looking man she had ever seen. His hair was just as light as hers. His face was ruggedly handsome. His jaw was square. There was a dimple in the middle of his chin. His eyes were sparkling and blue — the color if a summer sky. His upper body was just as strong and broad as Marvin’s. He was ever taller and heavier than the jock she had, sucked off earlier than evening.
“Let’s do it! Let’s do it!” Sally exclaimed enthusiastically.
MacIntyre moved across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Sally draped her arms around his neck and hung from him like an albatross. She rubbed her tits against him. She could see a bulge forming in the crotch of his work trousers. Judging from the size of that bulge Sally figured his cock was even larger than Marvin’s. She knew that her cherry did not have long to live. She swooned when she realized that her Daddy was going to tear part of her away — part that would never grow back. He was going to transform Sally from a little girl into a woman all in one fell swoop.
She parted her lips.
Her eyelids looked heavy.
He kissed her.
They rolled their tongues together. MacIntyre could feel his balls swelling rapidly as he had a wet internal swordfight with his beautiful daughter. His right hand went to her tits. He rolled his fingertips over her nipples. He pinched at her nipples lightly. He opened his fingers and placed his palm over her right tit. He clutched the boob entirely. He fondled it and massaged it. Sally’s moan of pleasure was muffled.
The kiss lasted for a long time.
They swapped spit as they kissed sloppily. Both whimpered.
MacIntyre stood up.
“I think I am wearing entirely too many clothes,” he said.
His heart pounded. He was just as excited at the prospect of consummating this incestuous relationship as his pretty daughter was.
He tore off his shirt. His chest was hairless, broad, and heavily muscles. The skin was stretched tight over his chest. The thick muscles were in slabs across his shoulders and back. The man was in perfect shape, in spite of his age. He had no spare tire. In fact, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He had exercised regularly to keep himself in perfect shape. He weighed in at two ten — all muscle.
He kicked off his shoes and reached down and undid his trouser tops with trembling fingers.
He pulled down his pants and stepped out of them — along with his underwear.
He kicked off his to pull off his socks.
Sally thought she was going to croak when she got her first glimpse of his cock and balls. They were humongous!
Ten inches.
As thick as her wrist.
The throbbing boner was bouncing up and down wildly.
His cock was attached to his loins by a tight springed hinge.
The prick snapped upward with his incestuous passion.
The tip came very close to slapping him in the belly.
He stood with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart.
He stood with his shoulders back and his chin up.
His chest was puffed out and his tummy sucked in.
He stood with his knees slightly bent, hands on hips.
MacIntyre stood with his hips in front of the rest of his body.
His swollen testicles were huge at the base of his scrotum.
His scrotal sack dangled low between his parted thighs.
His blue eyes were fiery with his mounting lust. He stared at Sally.
“You have a very big cock, Daddy,” Sally said, feeling like Little Red Riding Hood.
“The better to fuck you with my dear,” Daddy said — the wolf.
“Are you sure that big thing will fit inside me?” Sally asked.
From appearances she thought they were planning the impossible.
She figured there was no way her cunt could open enough to take the girth of her father’s massive pole of manhood.
“It will fit if you really want it to,” MacIntyre said. It had been years since he had gotten laid. The man had not been with a woman since his wife had died — and that had been a long time ago.
“I know you will be gentle with me, Daddy,” Sally said.
“I won’t hurt you any more than I have to,” MacIntyre replied.
Sally sighed.
She loved him very much.
More than anything in the world.
MacIntyre got back on the bed. He placed his hands on Sally’s slim shoulders and gently pushed her onto her back. The pretty blonde could feel her cunt juices rolling into the crack of her ass. She could tell she was about to make a brand new wet spot on the bedspread — which was looking a bit on the crumpled side.
They kissed once again.
“I want to eat your pussy,” MacIntyre whispered in Sally’s ear.
Sally could feel his hot moist breath inside her shell-like ear. She could feel all of the skin on her diminutive form being covered with gooseflesh and she could feel the little blonde hairs on the nape of her neck standing on end once again.
MacIntyre flicked his tongue tip across her earlobe.
He explored the inside of her ear with his bold taster.
His tongue was curious as it licked her wetly, and she moaned.
He began to kiss and lick up and down the sides of her neck.
He used his white teeth to give her love bites along her jugular.
“Taste my cunt. I feel like I am going to come just thinking about you wiggling your tongue around between my legs,” Sally said. She could tell that the pleasure she would receive under Daddy’s caress would be by far the best of her life. She could tell already that being touched by Daddy was going to be a thousand times better than touching herself.
MacIntyre kissed the front of the little girl’s throat.
His sensuous mouth got closer to her heaving breasts.
He showered her firm large tits with, little peck kisses.
He kissed her boobs in ever-diminishing concentric circles.
Each kiss was a little closer to her nipples than the one before.
Those erect rosebuds yearned for his mouth. They demanded to be sucked!
Then he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue very far.
MacIntyre concentrated on keeping his tongue tip pointy.
He placed the tip of his tongue directly on Sally’s right nipple.
The little girl let out a grunt of pleasure that emptied her lungs.
She shivered as if she were going to shake out of her skin.
“SUCK! SUCK MY TITS, DADDY!” she bellowed. Her head began to toss.
She gyrated her hips in quick circles as her handsome father rolled his tongue over her feminine erection.
He covered the rosebud with a thin film of saliva. He then flicked his tongue back and forth across the nipple, and Sally ran her fingers though his hair.
She scratched lightly at her loving father’s pink scalp above his ears with the tips of her fingernails.
MacIntyre wrapped his lips around the nipple and began to suck on it. He drew in his cheeks with the vacuum he created inside his oral cavity.
He tugged the nipple deep into his mouth.
He kept his tongue busy.
“HARDER! OH GOD! FEELS SO GOOD!” Sally hollered.
MacIntyre thought his prick was going to burst. It seemed like a lifetime since MacIntyre had had a hard nipple inside his mouth.
He clenched the nipple between his teeth and bit lightly.
“MAKE IT HURT! I CAN TAKE IT!” Sally screamed.