Unknown - Deeper, daddy, deeper

The land of the sensates.

Her mouth fell gaping open and she made gagging noises.

Her eyes were clenched tight. Her eyelids were wrinkled.

Her face was reddened. Her features were badly contorted.

MacIntyre had to pin her hips down to the bed with strong arms.

Her bucking would have smashed his nose otherwise.

He started out licking her love button very gently and slowly.

But soon he was flicking back and forth across his daughter's center of womanly pleasure as hard and fast as he possibly could. He battered at her clit as if it were a small punching bag being worked over by a talented boxer. He pressed her clit against the base of her pubic bone and moved his tongue from side to side.

Sally's sense of time was so distorted that the orgasm felt like it went on for many minutes – when in reality the entire climax was over in fifteen seconds.

Just when Sally thought the spasms that ripped through her were bound to decrease in intensity, MacIntyre Symms did something that she had not expected.

He wrapped his lips around her clit and the surrounding flesh.

He began to suck her love button with a steady draw.

His cheeks hollowed. He continued to massage the ball of fiery flesh with his tongue tip. Sally wondered if it were possible to pass-out from pure pleasure.

He sucked and licked at her clit simultaneously.

He did this until her orgasm was over. She suddenly collapsed on the bed.

Limp.

Appeased.

She struggled to catch her breath and listened to her heartbeat slowing to its normal pace. MacIntyre pulled his tongue and lips away from her pussy the second all of her muscles relaxed. He knew that she was too sensitive to be touched there during the first few moments of her post-orgasmic afterglow.

He rested his chin on her bald mound and smiled.

"Did that feel good, pumpkin?" the man asked.

He knew the answer before he asked the question.

"Oh Daddy, it was wonderful," Sally said. Her voice was weak. Sleepy.

"Getting fucked feels even better than that," he said.

"I find that really hard to believe, Daddy," she said.

"It's true. Fucking is our greatest joy," MacIntyre said.

"I can't imagine anything nicer than what just happened."

"You won't have to imagine much longer, sweetheart."

"I'll know?" Sally asked. She blinked away tears so she could focus her baby blue orbs properly.

"Don't worry about it," MacIntyre said. "You'll know."

Sally giggled.

"What's so funny?" MacIntyre asked, tilting his head to one side.

"Your face," Sally said. Her blue eyes had cleared and were twinkling.

"What about my face?" MacIntyre asked, his eyes wide.

"It's all wet," Sally said, laughing once again.

"And whose fault is that, young lady?" he asked.

"I'll take full responsibility," Sally exclaimed.

"Why don't you lick my face clean pumpkin?" MacIntyre suggested.

"It would be an honor," Sally said. He got up on his hands and knees.

Sally immediately looked under him to see his cock. It was still a full-fledged boner. She was still in awe of the length and girth of that cock.

"I'm scared, Daddy."

"It will only hurt for a second," MacIntyre said. He prayed he was right. He knew that there were genuine grounds for her fears. After all, he was much larger than her. He prayed that he would not hurt her severely. He wanted to open up a new world for her. He wanted to make her first fuck one that she would want to remember fondly for the rest of her life.

He placed the palms of his hands flat on the bed on either side of her pretty head. She looked up at him with complete trust on her face. He hoped that he would not let her down.

He got up on his toes. His cock was pinned between their loins.

Sally could feel her Daddy's dick throbbing against her belly.

She could see how deep inside her the prick was going to go.

The base of his cock was near her clit. The tip frighteningly high up on her soft, flat tummy.

She could feel his balls against her hypersensitive cunt.

He lowered his face down to her and she immediately began to lick her cunt juices. It didn't take her long to figure out that she loved the flavor of her own natural lubrication. She had never had the courage to lick her fingers after she masturbated.

She did not stop licking him until all of the cunt flavor was gone. This turned naturally into a soulful kiss. They explored the insides of each other's mouths with their eager tongues. They licked each other's teeth, gums, cheeks. They sucked each other's tongues.

"Fuck me," Sally said sweetly. "Pretty please!!"

MacIntyre could not turn down a precious request like that.

He supported the weight of his upper body exclusively with his left arm. He arched his back and lifted his loins away from his pretty daughter's, so only the tip of his prick was touching her, about half way between her dimpled bellybutton and her incredibly tiny pubic patch. The man reached back with his right hand and grabbed the base of his cock in a huge tight fist. He gave his thick pole a couple of quick squeezes, just to make sure that he was as hard and thick as possible. He was satisfied with the experiment, and used the same hand to guide the tip of his prick. He rubbed his bulbous purple glans, slowly, patiently, up and down her cunt slit, all the way from the base to the love button. He rubbed his spasming piss hole against her swollen clitoris for a few moments – which the virgin thought felt very good. But she could tell that her clit was no longer the center of her womanly pleasure. That role had been usurped by a new magic spot – deep inside her pussy. She could tell that the spot was not far from her dimpled cervix, on the upper wall of her vagina. It was past her cherry, in a spot where she had never been touched before. She could tell that something wonderful was going to happen inside her when the head of his cock rammed against that spot. She could tell that she was going to have a deep-vaginal orgasm – which would be unlike any other climax she had ever experienced. As MacIntyre rubbed his glans up and down her quim he was lubricating himself. He wanted his cock head to be a slippery as possible before he tried to push it in her tight virgin hole. Finally he moved the head of his cock down to the base of her slit and he adjusted his hips so that shaft of his cock was at the appropriate angle for vaginal penetration. The handsome muscular man tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks. He pressed his buttocks together as tightly as he could. The world's strongest man would not have been able to pry those ass cheeks apart with a crow bar at that moment. The blond man took a deep breath and began to push down with his hips.

Sally could feel the pressure on her pussy increasing.

She tried to relax the muscles at the sides of her vulva.

But this was almost impossible.

She was frightened as well as horny. She knew that there would be a horrible pain inside her pussy at any second.

Once the penetration began it all happened very quickly.

Sally's inner cunt lips were forced to stretch further open at that moment than they had ever stretched before.

She could feel her nether mouth open till gaping. Her inner labia struggled to clutch the ring of scar tissue at the base of his glans.

MacIntyre could feel the tip of his prick on her cherry.

He could tell that it would take brute force to break through.

He let out a grunt and stabbed downward with his spear.

Sally heard a ripping sound inside her. Her cunt was on fire with pain.

She felt as if she had been stabbed in the cunt by a red hot poker. Her cherry had popped like a cork out of a champagne bottle.

She screamed bloody murder. Drool rolled from one corner of her mouth.