Unknown - Deeper, daddy, deeper

Sally Symms was always trying to think of new ways to please her Daddy. She learned all of his erogenous zones. She memorized them. Sally was always fixing her Daddy's favorite meals – and she frequently served him breakfast in bed on weekends.

It was a Saturday morning late in August when MacIntyre Symms woke up early. He rolled over on his side so he could look at his beautiful naked daughter sleeping beside him.

He stretched his arms up over his head and balled his huge hands into tight fists. He could hear a cracking in the back of his neck as he stretched his long arms over his head as high as he could and arched his back. He closed his eyes and yawned. Sally rolled over onto her back – still asleep – so her loving father could see her huge milky tits.

MacIntyre had an idea. He wanted to do something with his little girl that he had never done before. He wanted to fuck her outside! He could see through the bedroom curtains – which were slightly parted – that it was going to be a beautiful day.

He could see that there wasn't a cloud in the sky and he had heard on the radio the previous evening that the temperature was going to stay in the low eighties, with low humidity.

It was going to be a perfect day for a picnic. When his stretching and his yawn were over MacIntyre slowly lowered his head so he could kiss the pretty blonde's relaxed eyelids; Sally woke up immediately. She opened one eye sleepily. Her lips pulled back into a brilliant grin as she saw her loving father looking down at her.

"Good morning, Daddy. I sure did have fun last night fooling around with you," Sally Symms said sleepily. She opened both eyes and held her arms upward. It was an invitation to hug – which MacIntyre, of course, accepted.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I came so hard last night I thought I would never be able to come again," MacIntyre said with a shiver in his voice. He rolled his puffy lips over his beautiful daughter's smooth cheeks – and then finally to her mouth. They pressed their lips together and soon were rolling their tongues together wetly.

"Let's take a shower together, Daddy!" Sally said sweetly when the long sensuous incestuous embrace was complete. She sat up in the bed and tossed the sheet over her legs. She swung her shapely gams to one side – keeping her knees and ankles close together – and stood on the rug beside the large bed.

"I have an idea for something to do once we are done in the bathroom," MacIntyre said. He stood also. Together they padded out of the master bedroom and into the hall.

"What did you have in mind, Daddy," Sally Symms queried, as they entered the bathroom. MacIntyre pushed the shower curtain inside the tub and turned the shower on.

"I thought it would be nice if the two of us had a picnic today," MacIntyre said. They both climbed under the shower together and began to lather each other up. Sally wondered if she would ever be able to take a shower again without thinking about the very first time her father fucked her in the asshole.

Sally was thrilled.

She clapped her hands together.

She threw her arms around Daddy's neck.

She clung to him like an albatross.

He placed his hands on her waist.

Sally's waist was so thin and her Daddy's hands were so large, that he could almost make his long fingers go all the way around her middle.

"Where are we going to go?" Sally asked enthusiastically. She got up on her toes in the tub so she could kiss her father on his hot mouth.

"I thought we could go behind the George Bridge. No one ever goes back there anymore. We can be all alone. We can spread a blanket out on the ground and eat sandwiches…"

MacIntyre did not get a chance to finish.

"And we can eat each other too, huh, Daddy?" Sally Symms said. She could feel a burning in her hardening nipples as she pressed her humongous breasts flat against her Daddy's muscular chest.

"Oh, yes. I was planning on doing a lot of that too. Maybe we can bring along a sixpack of beer and get a little drunk under the sun," MacIntyre said. He turned up one corner of his mouth into a half-smile of inward amusement.

"Can we find a place where we can be close to Oatka Creek. There is white water around there. I would love to feel that cold water running over my naked body," Sally said. She licked her pouting lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.

"We can go anyplace you want to, sweetheart," MacIntyre said, running the smooth bar of soap over her delicious boobs. Sally shivered and felt the little golden hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end.

They quickly finished their shower and stepped out onto the bath mat. Each got their own fluffy white bath towel – which they used to dry the other.

"I guess it won't be long before you have to go back to school," MacIntyre said. He gave his daughter a friendly swat on her round fanny.

"Please. Daddy, don't remind me," Sally Symms said. Her nipples were burning with desire and she could feel the blood of her growing arousal pumping downward in her body. The pretty little blonde could tell that she would be seething with lust by the time she got out in the woods with her father.

"Aren't you looking forward to starting your senior year? Usually you are bored to tears with vacation by the end of August," MacIntyre said. He placed his hand on Sally's ass and opened his fingers as far apart as he could.

"This summer has been special," Sally said with a smile.

"Why is that, sweetheart?" MacIntyre asked in a whisper.

"Because of you, Daddy. I love you so much," Sally said.

"You still have to go back to school," MacIntyre said.

"I know," Sally replied in a weak tiny voice. The little girl looked down at her chubby toes as she walked back to the bedroom to get dressed. "Let's not talk about it. I'll worry about going back to school when the time comes."

Sally didn't know how she would be able to face her friends on an every-day basis. The little girl knew that she would be constantly be blushing with her incestuous guilt.

Sally put on a pair of super-tight cut-off jeans. They were cut so short that the bottoms of her firm buttocks were visible. They fit snugly against her crotch.

On top Sally put on a white tee-shirt. Naturally she wore no bra. The dark outlines of her silver dollar sized rosebuds were clearly visible through the thin white material. The cotton was stretched tight in the front by her tits. There were little bumps in the cloth from her erect nipples. MacIntyre could feel a great ache in his balls. He tried to keep from getting an erection – but it was difficult. He could tell that he would have a throbbing boner by the time he got back in the woods with his sweet daughter.

It was Sally's job to make the sandwiches. She made them on the kitchen table. She whistled a happy tune to herself. MacIntyre put a blanket in the back of the car and fetched a six-pack of beer out of the white refrigerator.

The handsome blonde man and the pretty little girl then got into the car together and drove to the little clearing beside the George Bridge. They were both wearing sneakers with no socks.

The George Bridge was a railroad bridge across the Oatka Creek that was never used anymore. Someone had painted the word, "GEORGE" in large white letters across the side of the bridge that faced the road.

That was how it got its name. No one knew who George was. Somewhere in the world there was a guy named George who had a bridge named after him.

MacIntyre parked the car so that it was hidden from the road by a patch of bushes. They were on the south end of town. They got out of the car and gathered their stuff. Then they marched into the woods. They traveled along the side of the creek until they came to a clearing. There was a grassy patch where the sun had made the bed of earth warm and dry. MacIntyre spread out the blanket and Sally immediately pulled her tee-shirt off. She got on the blanket on her back and folded her arms behind her head.