Unknown - Deeper, daddy, deeper

Sally could hear her father's moans and groans of pleasure getting louder with each cock stroke. She could hear his panting getting worse. She could tell that he was approaching orgasm. Sally could tell by those sounds that they had reached the homestretch of the fuck. She hugged at his humping hips as tightly as she could with the insides of her smooth creamy loins. Her face was soaking wet with her exertion. Strands of golden hair clung to her sticky cheeks. Her teeth were bared.

Sally could feel her orgasms getting closer and closer together as her father cranked up the pace of the fuck until he was moving all ten inches of his pole of manhood in and out of her dripping quim as hard and fast as he possibly could.

"I can't! I can't! I'm gonna die! I can't stop coming!!!" Sally screamed. She found herself wondering if it were possible to pass out. She had never pass out in the middle of a fuck before. She had come close.

Once again the little girl could feel the whole world spinning.

She felt as if she were drifting upward off the blanket.

She could no longer feel her body. She could only feel her cunt.

She could only feel her Daddy's dick ramming deep into her belly.

She could only feel her clit being battered back and forth violently.

She could only feel herself snapping over orgasms at an extraordinary rate.

The little girl quickly lost count of her comes.

"Harder!" Sally screamed.

"So tight…" MacIntyre whimpered. He whined.

Then he rammed his cock all the way into her pussy. He could fuck her no longer. He had tried to delay his orgasm for as long as possible. He wanted to make Sally come as many times as he could. But no more. Now he had to come. He rubbed his pubic bone against her. He ground the top of the base of his prick against his little girl's clit.

Sally could feel his cock getting longer and thicker at that moment. The little girl could feel him spasming at the stretched side walls and taut back wall of her pussy. She came for the last time.

She screamed out with her unadulterated ecstasy just as she felt the thick sticky fuck juice spitting out from the dilated piss hole in the center of her Daddy's convulsing purple glans.

The little girl wailed with her bliss as she felt her loving father fill her stretched fuck hole with his slippery seed – his essential juices! She used the muscles inside her quim to suck his pole. She wanted to suck his balls dry. MacIntyre tensed and quivered, letting out the howl of a werewolf. Then his come was over. She jerked three times. He could no longer hold his elbows straight. He collapsed on top of her. They were both slick with hot perspiration. They panted against each other's necks.

MacIntyre managed to lift his upper torso enough for Sally to breathe – but he made no move to pull his dick out of her hole. Sally could feel his prick getting smaller. The handsome man's tool immediately lost its urgent rigidity after his come was complete. His cock was still hypersensitive, however. He was very aware of the last bit of thin dogwater drooling from between the puffy lips at his urethra.

Sally knew what she wanted to do.

She wanted to take advantage of the creek.

The water was shallow.

She could lie on her back on the pebbly bottom and still keep her face in the sunshine. She could position herself so the cold water would flow against her pussy flesh and her clit. It sounded marvelous.

She could feel her father's cock reducing itself to semi-erect.

Then the man lifted up with his hips and the glans popped out.

He rolled over on his back beside her. She got up and grabbed a beer.

She already had the frosty can in her hand as she asked, "Is it okay if I have a beer. Daddy. The nifty fuck sure did make me thirsty."

"Of course it's okay. You are a woman now," MacIntyre said. Sally pulled off the zip-top, being careful not to injure her nail. She put the zip-top in the brown paper bag after an initial temptation to litter. She raised the can of beer to her lips and quaffed deeply. Her throat muscles worked. She drained half of the can and then belched louder than she had ever heard herself belch before. She placed the beer can in the shade and waded into the creek.

The water was very cold on her toes and anklebones.

"What, are you doing?" MacIntyre asked. He grabbed his own beer, which was still nearby. He finished it quickly. He winced because it had started to get warm near the bottom.

"I want to get on my back and find out what it feels like when the current is flowing into my pussy," Sally said. She shivered. The water was a lot colder than she thought it would be. The nights were starting to get chilly. Labor Day was not far.

MacIntyre moved to a sitting position so he could watch his pretty daughter. He opened himself another beer and sat in the sun. Sally got on her knees in the water. She could feel droplets of foam splashing up onto her thighs and cunt.

She realized how hot the flesh near her fuck hole was after the water hit it. The water felt a lot colder on her cunt than it did anywhere else on her body.

Sally sat back and sighed. She submerged her hot cunt.

She stretched her legs out in front of her. She faced the current.

Her back was to the mighty Genesee River – less than a mile away.

MacIntyre could feel his bladder filling. That always happened when he was drinking beer. It always happened soon after he had an orgasm, for that matter. He could tell that it wouldn't be long before he had to take a wicked piss. He could feel the pressure in his bladder getting a little worse every time he sipped his beer. This made him wonder if the fluid actually went through his body that quickly. When MacIntyre had been a youth, and a hard drinking bachelor, he had often wondered if he could rig a quarter keg above a urinal so he could keep a steady stream of beer going all the way through his body. He wanted to see if he could achieve that drunken homeostasis. But he never did it. His buddies had always talked him out of it. They said he would drown. Sally leaned back in the creek so that the white water rolled over her shoulders and her neck.

She could feel the rushing water rolling over and between her breasts. They were hot also, Sally could tell.

Sally kept her button nose and puckered lips above water.

Her skin soon got used to the temperature of the water.

Sally could feel a deep relaxation filling her. The water moved inside her pussy a little, cleaning her out. Sally could feel her father's sperm being washed away by the super-natural douche.

MacIntyre rose to his feet.

The water made him need to pee more.

But he didn't want to sneak away into the bushes. Oh, no!

MacIntyre wanted to piss right on his daughter's pretty face.

He took long strides toward the creek. Sally had her eyes closed.

MacIntyre quickly moved so that his feet were on either side of her chest.

He tickled a little at her armpits with his large toes.

Sally opened her eyes and looked up at her loving father.

"What are you going to do, Daddy?" Sally asked innocently.

"I am going to tinkle right on your face," MacIntyre replied.

"You mean golden showers!!!" Sally screamed happily.

"How do you know about it?" MacIntyre queried, his hands on his hips.

"I read about it in one of your filthy magazines, Daddy," Sally said.

She giggled with her spontaneous confession. MacIntyre smiled.

"You naughty girl. What did you think when you read about it?"

"I thought that it sounded yummy. Would it be okay if I drink some?"

"Not too much, my love. I don't want you getting sick."

"Okie-dokie, Daddy," Sally said sweetly. "Open the ol' flood-gates!!!"

And he did.

The piss felt very hot on her face compared to the cold creek water.