Unknown - Deeper, daddy, deeper

The little girl then felt her mouth filled with Daddy's thick fuck juice, and she began to swallow the stuff.

"Ccccoooommmmiiiinnnngggg!!!!" MacIntyre called out in a fury. He was blowing his top. He could perceive the little spots of brilliant light flashing across the insides of his tightly clenched eyelids.

Sally was amazed at how sweet his semen was. It tasted like it had honey in it – or something like that.

She could feel the thick protein-filled cream rippling down her gullet toward a warm spot that was forming in the pit of her tummy.

She could feel his silver seed soothing the ravaged tissues of her throat, and she could tell that her throat was not going to be sore at all after she finished drinking it down.

Sally pulled her mouth off of the head of her father's cock when his climax was complete and tenderly licked him clean. She pumped the shaft of his prick and squeezed his balls a couple of times, just to make sure that all of the come was out. Sure enough, a little more dribbled like dogwater out of his swollen urethra and she licked it away with the slight curled tip of her taster.

"Oooh, Daddy, that was yummy," Sally said. She licked her lips sensuously with her tongue. She pulled her lips back so she could roll her tongue over her slight overbite. MacIntyre thought she was the sexiest creature on Earth.

"You took the whole cock in your throat," MacIntyre said with astonishment. His eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the sky-blue pupils.

"I know, Daddy. I have to admit that I feel a little proud of myself," Sally said. She rested her tiny chin in the middle of her loving Daddy's pubic patch. She smiled brilliantly at MacIntyre.

"And rightful you should," MacIntyre said. "I have never been with a woman who could do that before. For a while I thought I was going to really hurt you." His brow furrowed.

"Really. No one?"

"Nope."

Sally knew what that meant.

That meant no one – including her Mommy. The thought made her feel strange. She felt guilty. She didn't know if she wanted to be a better lover for her father than her mother had been. It filled her with an odd guilt. And, for the first time since they had played naked together, Sally Symms was feeling her conscience gnawing at her. She managed to push her feelings into the back of her head after a few moments and returned to her cheery disposition.

"I feel like taking a shower," Sally said sweetly, giving her father a tender smacking kiss with puckered lips between his navel and the top of his pubic patch.

Sally Symms then ran the tip of her tongue in a little circle around Daddy's bellybutton. She dipped her tongue into the little hole. Sally pulled right back out again and crawled up on top of her father so their faces were close together. He was much bigger than her. She still felt very much like his little girl. Their relationship had just grown, that was all. Sally told herself that things hadn't really changed that much. But deep down inside, Sally did not believe herself. She knew that somehow her life was never going to be the same now that she had felt her Daddy's ten inch cock dancing around inside her wanton poontang.

"I think that is a splendid idea," MacIntyre said. "Would you like to take a shower together?" His voice was hopeful.

"Of course, you silly goose," Sally said sweetly. "What did you think I was talking about, Daddy? I don't want to get very far away from you ever. I like being naked with you. I want to be naked with you forever and ever. I promise I will always be the best possible lover I can be. I'll never ever say not tonight, I've got a headache. Never. I will always be there when you want, me. I promise."

"You talk too much," MacIntyre said. He caressed her cheeks lightly with his fingertips. He could see that there was a single tear resting on Sally's right cheekbone, and he wiped it away lovingly with his thumb.

"Let's go," Sally said. She was anxious to bathe. She could feel her pussy lips, the crack of her ass, and the insides of her loins getting all crusty from the blood that had oozed from her pink slash following the popping of her cherry.

"Okie-dokie," MacIntyre said, and they both got out of bed. Sally realized for the first time that she was going to have difficulty walking.

The pretty little blonde had been fucked so hard that she could not close her knees at all. She was forced to walk bow-legged as they went together to the bathroom. MacIntyre held her hand and felt sorry for her. He could tell that his pretty daughter was in pain – and he knew that he was responsible.

When they got to the bathroom Sally realized that she had to pee. She thought for a moment that she should ask her Daddy to step into the hall. But then she realized that she was being silly. She sat down on the toilet seat and leaned forward a little. Her large breasts looked larger as she bent forward at the waist. Sally winced. Her bladder was very full. Her urethra had been irritated by the fucking giving one an idea of how thick MacIntyre's cock was. She could tell that taking a pee was going to be painful for a while. But the little girl could tell that no damage had been done to her cunt that would not heal quickly – and she figured that she hadn't suffered through any pain that all girls don't have to suffer through at one time or another.

MacIntyre looked at his sweet daughter adoringly as she tinkled. Her flood-gates opened and MacIntyre could hear her splash. She looked at him and winked naughtily. MacIntyre laughed.

"If you want I will wipe your little pussy for you when you are done," MacIntyre said. He pronounced the word, "poo-say". MacIntyre pushed the transluscent shower curtain inside the white porcelain tub and pulled it to one side so that he could turn on the shower.

"How do you like your shower?"

"What do you mean?"

"What temperature?"

"Steamy hot."

"Good, me too."

Sally told her Daddy when she was done peeing so he could wipe the excess urine away from her puffy bruised pussy lips for her. The man knew that he would have to treat her pussy very delicately. The man knew how sore his pretty daughter was down there between her shapely gams.

MacIntyre pulled off a good-sized wad of soft toilet tissue and rolled it up into a ball. Sally leaned back against the tank behind her and opened her thighs so her Daddy would be able to get at her moist cunt with maximum ease.

MacIntyre placed the ball of toilet paper at the base of her pussy and ran it all the way to the top of the slit, crossing both her urethra and her clitoris.

As the toilet tissue pressed against the mouth of her fuck hole, where Sally was sorest, she winced and felt her piss hole squirt a little urine. The pee got all over Daddy's hand.

But he didn't mind.

He thought it was cute.

"Ooops," Sally said.

"I guess you weren't quite done," MacIntyre said with a boyish giggle.

Daddy dropped the toilet paper into the toilet and Sally turned to flush it. She stood and they both got into the shower together. The water was very hot. Sally and MacIntyre could see the steam rising plentifully to the ceiling of the bathroom. The bathroom was large and was tiled in white. The tub and sink were porcelain. The faucets and the shower nozzle were chrome. They could tell that it wouldn't be long before both the mirror above the medicine cabinet and the full length looking glass mounted on the back of the bathroom door would be totally fogged over.

The water pressure in Caledonia was always the finest kind.

The shower nozzle produced sharp needles of steamy spray.

Sally turned her back to the shower and allowed those needles to massage the muscles at the back of her neck and in her shoulders. Her hair looked a little darker than usual when it was soaking wet. Her hair clung to her cheeks, her shoulders and her breasts. It was perfectly straight when soaked. Sally bowed her head and sighed as the shower massaged the base of her skull.