Unknown - Deeper, daddy, deeper

She lifted her head out of the water. She propped up her upper torso with her elbows. She beamed into her Daddy's piss. She closed her eyes and smiled brilliantly.

She could feel the pee splashing against her forehead and then over her nose and her suddenly clenched eyelids. The man lowered the stream so that it struck his daughter's mouth. He shivered. It always felt good to take a piss after drinking beer – but MacIntyre was finding this experience particularly sensual.

There would be nasty cleaning up to do. The creek water took care of that. Sally opened her mouth enthusiastically.

She wanted to drink.

She wanted to be fed.

No matter what fluid came out of Daddy's cock, Sally knew that it had to be wonderful – like a fine imported wine, or the elixir of life itself.

The pee went in her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly.

But MacIntyre did not allow her to do this for long. He lowered the spray still more and more bathed her tits in yellow piss!

As they say, all good things have to come to an end.

And the same is true of incestuous golden showers at their hottest.

MacIntyre soon had no more pee to leak out. He shook his cock to get out the last few drops. Sally pressed against the pebbly bottom of the creek with the palms of her hands and the balls of her feet so the last few drops of golden urine would fall on her belly, between her bellybutton and her tiny yellow pubic patch.

"I want to suck you, Daddy," Sally said licking her lips.

MacIntyre moved his large feet a little more than shoulder-width apart on the bottom of the creek. He bent a little at the knees and Sally moved so that she was kneeling before him. His back was to the current. She faced it.

His cock began to grow.

His balls began to ache.

MacIntyre began to pant.

Sally could feel the tingling return to her own pussy and her nipples.

"I need your mouth," MacIntyre said with a sigh.

"How do you feel about my throat, Daddy?" Sally asked.

"I need your throat too," MacIntyre said with a shiver.

The tip of his cock was defying the force of gravity.

His dick got a little larger with each beat of his heart.

Sally could see the glans growing hard before the shaft.

The head of his cock became a purple doorknob within seconds.

MacIntyre threw back his shoulders and sucked in his flat stomach.

He could feel his testicles swelling as incestuous lust rekindled.

The handsome blonde man soon had a ten inch boner standing at attention in front of his slim loins.

When Sally went back to school in the first week of September she found that things were not nearly as bad as she had feared. School gave her a lot of things to think about and she found that it was easier to keep her mind off of Daddy than it had been when she had nothing to do all day but sprawl around the house waiting for the handsome man to come home from work.

She kept telling herself that she had to keep her guard up. She was afraid that the boys would be able to tell that she was no longer a virgin. Once a girl was broken in boys were a lot more aggressive. She wondered if her incestuous carnal knowledge showed on her face or in her walk.

Sally was so busy worrying about boys that it never would have occurred to her in a million years that she would be seduced by a woman. Sally had never given much thought to having a lesbian affair. She had always assumed that she was exclusively boy crazy – especially Daddy crazy.

But that was before Sally Symms met Miss Meyers – her new English teacher. Miss Meyers – whose first name was Linda – was working her first real job. She had just graduated from teachers college. She was a lesbian, and the second she saw all of the lovely nymphets running around the halls of the high school she knew that it wouldn't be very long before she would have to seduce one.

Of all of the girls that Linda Meyers desired, she thought that Sally was the foxiest of all. Sally had her for English Poetry. It was only a week into the fall semester when Miss Meyers made her move.

"Sally?"

"Yes. Miss Meyers?"

"May I see you after class?"

"Of course, Miss Meyers. Has there been something wrong with my work?"

"On, no, my dear, nothing like that," Linda said.

The beautiful English teacher winked at the little girl.

Sally thought that was odd. It was almost as if the teacher were flirting with her. Sally had still not caught on.

When the classroom had cleared Sally remained. It was Friday afternoon. The class was held last period. Everyone would be leaving the building – busy to begin their weekend.

Sally sat in the front row, with her shapely legs crossed.

She was wearing tight jeans and a tight sweater. The teacher was seething with lust. "I think you are a very beautiful little girl," Linda said.

An invisible light bulb went on over Sally's head.

She had heard this line before – from Marvin Madison for example.

She knew what it meant. What surprised Sally most was that she didn't mind. She began to think of her English teacher as a sexual animal. Linda had pitch black hair that had been cut short into a pixie. The beautiful poetry teacher had bangs that fell downy onto her forehead. Linda's eyes were almond-shaped and exotic. There was something vaguely foreign about the teacher's appearance. Sally could see that the woman's eyes were so dark brown that they appeared black. Her skin had an olive complexion. She had a marvelous body. Her breasts were not as large as Sally's but they were firm, round, ripe, and high on her chest. Linda had her perfect hourglass figure crammed into a tight red dress. The dress was cut low in the front, in a vee, so her cleavage was visible. The dress was slit up the sides so she flashed her smooth thighs every time she took a step. She wore high heels with open toes. Her toes were forced to arch as her heels were propped high in the air.

Sally could tell that the teacher was nervous. She decided to relieve the tension. She thought that it would be fun to fool around with the teacher. It wasn't like she was cheating on Daddy. He couldn't compete with a woman. Sally tilted her head a little to one side so her long blonde hair fell over one shoulder and one breast. The little girl raised her right eyebrow into an arch.

"Would you like me to lock the door, Miss Meyers, or do you want to take me to your apartment?" Sally said.

Linda sighed and asked the little girl to call her by her first name.

"I thought you would have an open mind," Linda said with a smile. Her clit throbbed. The teacher began to make a wet spot in the crotch of her pink panties.

"Well, I never did it with a woman before. But I guess it would be nice. You are going to have to tell me what to do," Sally said. She marched to the classroom door and locked the door. On the weekend the only people left in the building would be drunken janitors. They did not have to worry about being caught. Sally also turned off the overhead lights and closed the blinds. Linda was a couple of inches taller than Sally. They met standing up at the front of the classroom. They kissed passionately and rubbed their breasts together. Sally loved the sensation. It was different from kissing a man. Softer – more delicate. Sally could feel the ache in her loins revving up. Her inner and outer cunt lips swelled and her cunt began to get wet.

Sally was suddenly very curious about the woman. She wanted to taste her cunt. She wanted to know what it was like to eat pussy. She wanted to give Linda the same thrill that Daddy gave her when he kissed her quim.

"I want to give you head," Sally said when the kiss was through.

Linda sat on her desk, pushing some papers out of the way.

Without removing her high heels, Linda tugged off her panties.