Unknown - Deeper, daddy, deeper

Even though she had kept her cherry, she felt as if she had been bad.

Sally always had difficulty masking her shame when she was naughty.

"Do you want to stay up and watch TV?" MacIntyre queried.

"No thanks, Daddy. I'm pooped." Sally said sleepily.

She stretched her arms up over her head – making her breasts rise inside her tee-shirt deliciously – and faked a yawn.

"I think I am going to go straight up to bed," she said.

"Okie-dokie," MacIntyre said. He was disappointed. "I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart."

"Right-o, Daddy. I'll make you your favorite breakfast," Sally said. She kissed her Daddy once again and scampered up the carpeted stairs to her bedroom.

Sally closed her bedroom door and did not lock it. She turned on the lamp on the night table beside the head of her bed and walked over to her closet. Sally stood in front of the full length mirror on the inside of her closet door. She couldn't wait to be naked. She knew that she could only feel free when she didn't have a stitch of clothes on. She wondered what the boys of Caledonia would think if they knew the raging fire she felt in her loins. She wondered what they would think if they knew the amount of time she spent thinking about how good it would feel being impaled on their longhorns.

Sally worked her fingers under the bottom of her tee-shirt. She pulled the tee-shirt rapidly up over her head. Sally tossed it over her shoulder carelessly, without bothering to look where it landed. She was watching herself in the mirror. She watched her pert supple tits bouncing up and down a couple of times before they came to a rest high on her chest. Her nipples were very stiff and erect. They burned. She rolled her fingertips over them lightly. She could never remember being so horny. She had masturbated in the past – although not frequently – but she had never felt a craving between her legs like the one she was experiencing at that moment.

The little girl unsnapped the top of her designer jeans and pulled down her fly. Her jeans were so tight that she had to peel them down over her round hips.

She pulled her panties off at the same time and sighed with delight as she felt the soaking wet crotch of her underwear pull out from between her swollen outer labia.

Her cunt could breathe.

She kicked off her sneakers.

She wore no socks.

She pulled her jeans and panties off over her toes.

Sally noticed that her toes curled under when she was horny.

At that moment her chubby toes clutched the pile of the rug.

Her bedroom was floored with wall-to-wall shag carpeting.

She could feel her cunt glands secreting her natural lubrication in a steady flow. She could tell that it wouldn't be long before her musky cunt juice began to drool out of her cunt down the insides of her milky smooth thighs.

Sally looked at herself naked.

She knew she was beautiful.

She knew the effect she had on men.

Sally looked at her pubies. She had been aware for some time that she had less pubic hair than other girls her age. Most girls had an inverted triangle of hair on their mounds above their pussy slits. Sally knew this from showering with the other girls after gym class at school. Most girls also had hair growing along the sides of their vulvas and in between the cheeks of their ass – especially around their puckered assholes.

But Sally's precious virginal poontang was almost bald.

She had two tiny curls of blonde hair at the top of her slit.

The curls were above and to either side of her clitoris.

They were so light and downy that they were almost invisible.

She had no hair at all along her outer cunt lips.

This made her pussy flesh even pinker than it was.

The crack of her ass was equally bald. Her asshole was a hairless pink asterisk. Her pussy slit was tiny and her inner lips – the lips that surrounded her unused fuck hole – protruded the farthest from her slash.

Sally could feel her knees starting to shake.

The muscles in her legs were feeling increasingly weak.

Her knees trembled more violently. Her legs felt like jelly.

Sally wasn't at all sure how much longer her legs would be able to support the weight of her body.

Sally closed her closet door and walked over to her bed. She placed both of her foam-rubber pillows on top of one another and punched the top one with a tiny clenched fist to make an indentation for the back of her pretty head.

She then sprawled on her back and settled her head into place. Her breasts heaved up and down with her rib-cage as her breaths became shorter and closer together.

At first she stretched her legs out straight in front of her. She watched her tiny toes clutching at the balls of her feet. She could feel her natural lubrication dripping from the base of her poontang.

The little girl could feel her cunt juice rolling over the inch long patch of skin between the base of her pussy slit and her pink puckered asshole.

The anus itself was washed with juice just before the lubrication began to drip onto the bed. She could tell that there was going to be a big wet spot on the bedspread beneath her ass by the time she was through.

She whimpered.

She once again stroked her nipples.

She got each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers.

She pinched at her feminine erections gingerly at first.

But then harder.

Sally felt ripples of pleasure running up and down her spine.

She found it increasingly difficult to keep her ass still.

Sally began to gyrate her hips on the bed sensuously.

She could feel sweat oozing from all of her body's pores.

She could feel her skin become covered with gooseflesh.

The little blonde hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end.

Sally pinched at her nipples until it hurt a little bit.

But she didn't mind.

Her aroused brain was translating the pain into pleasure.

Her pussy flesh was quivering. She was wanton. Wet. Needy of pleasure.

She pulled on her rosebuds until the skin all around was stretched tight.

Her face turned beet red and her lips trembled as if she were about to sob.

She made a mental note to keep as quiet as possible.

Naturally she did not want her father to know she was touching herself in an impure manner.

She could feel her clit poking well out from under its foreskin.

She released her grip on her nipples.

Sally wanted to tease herself for a long time before she made herself come. She knew that the intensity of her orgasm was in direct proportion to the time it took her sexual anxiety to reach saturation. The longer she took to build up the tension in her loins the better it was going to feel when the tension was released in the form of a blissful climax.

Sally opened her fingers and placed the palms of her hands over her tits. She positioned her white hands so that her erect nipples pressed precisely against the centers of her palms Sally squeezed and fondled her big tits lovingly. Her hands were not big enough to clutch those tits the way they needed to be clutched. That was a job for a man's hands. Hands like her Daddy's. Sometimes Sally found herself fantasizing about making love with her father while she masturbated. She discouraged herself from doing this, thinking it wasn't healthy. She knew that it was wrong to think about her Daddy in that way. But there were times when the pretty blonde virgin couldn't help herself. He was the best looking and sexiest man she had ever seen.

Sally began to move both of her breasts simultaneously in slow sensuously circles. She pressed her tits together. The breasts were flattened at the sides and the cleavage between them was long and deep.

She pulled the tits apart and pushed them upward. When she lifted the back of her head as far from the pillow as she could and stuck her tongue out as far as was physically possible, Sally could lick her own nipples! But she could not do it comfortably. She had never had anyone else lick her nipples, but she knew deep down inside that it had to be a thousand times better than doing it herself.