Unknown - Deeper, daddy, deeper

She then released her grip on her tits. She ran the tips of her long red fingernails down the front of her body slowly. She was writhing wildly on the bed by this time. Her natural lubrication was rolling out of the base of her pussy in a steady flow. She could smell the scent of her womanhood waiting up toward her flaring nostrils from between her smooth parted thighs. Sally strained to get her legs apart as far as she could. Then she placed the balls of her feet flat on the foot of the bed. Her tiny toes clutched and gathered at the bedspread. Sally raised her knees in the air. She strained to get her thighs opened to an obtuse angle. She strained to point her knees at opposite walls of her bedroom. Sally's bedroom was covered with posters of her favorite rock stars. A menagerie of stuffed animals lived on top of her dresser.

Sally traced a circle around her dimpled bellybutton with the tip of the long red fingernail on her right forefinger. She even dipped her fingertip into her navel – and found that this felt a lot better than she thought it was going to. She could feel her mouth fall open. She was surprised that it didn't tickle. The pretty little blonde was smart enough to realize that her nervous-system could not be sexually aroused and ticklish simultaneously.

Sally stroked her abdomen, and the bald part of her mound. She twirled her twin curls of golden short and curly pubic hair around the tips of her forefingers – as if she were gathering spaghetti on a fork. Her natural urge was to dip her fingers into her honey pot right then and there. She could tell that she was not going to have to give direct stimulation to her clit for very long before the orgasmic explosions would begin in her pussy.

Her honey pot was close to boiling.

The little girl was whimpering.

She released tiny moans at the end of each rapid exhale.

Once again she told herself to keep the volume of her exclamations of self-induced passion to a minimum.

Instead of going straight for her love button – like her body was telling her to – Sally began to massage and stroke the insides of her thighs. She placed the tips of her long red fingernails on her thighs very close to her bent knees and drew them down. She did not stop until her nails were only a fraction of an inch from the outer lips of her pussy. Her cunt throbbed. Her hips jerked. Sally could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing. She began to buck up and down with her ass, as if she were pretending that Daddy's cock was already inside her, dancing against the inner walls of her pussy, touching her in places where the virgin had never been touched before.

Sally repeated the strokes of her thighs several times. She then lifted her feet off the bed and drew back with her knees. She pressed the back of her head and her slim white shoulders downward. She rolled onto the small of her back. She rolled her buttocks into the air. Sally tickled herself lightly behind her knees – a spot that she had learned to unexpectedly erogenous. She then stroked the backs of her thighs all the way down to the precious creamy cheeks of her round ass. She rubbed her ass cheeks gently for a moment and then began to knead the flesh with strong fingers. She treated her sensitive buttocks as if she were preparing unrisen dough for baking.

Sally turned her fingers inward, toward the crack of her ass. Her nerve-endings were more concentrated and she was more sensitive the closer she got to her asshole. She could feel her anus burning with desire. She could feel a deep yearning inside her bowels. Sally knew that she was going to be the kind of woman who would let her man fuck her in all three of her holes. She had read about anal intercourse. She knew that there were a lot of women in the world who did not allow their men to fuck them in the ass. They thought that it was perverted – or they were afraid that it would be prohibitively painful. But Sally didn't feel that way at all. She figured there was no point taking on a lover, if she wasn't going, to let him penetrate her in every possible way.

Sally pressed her fingertips into her ass. She pressed hard enough to pucker the flesh. She then began to pull the ass cheeks apart.

Slowly.

Sensuously.

She whimpered.

She whined.

She separated her buttocks as if she were parting the sections of a ripe fruit. She didn't stop pulling the cheeks apart until they would go no further. The skin in the crack of her ass was stretched tight. The puckers in her sphincter muscle were strained. She could feel her sphincter throbbing. She wondered what her whole looked like when it throbbed that way. She wondered if her pink nether eye looked as if it were winking. Sally held her as cheeks open with her left hand exclusively and used the tip of her right forefinger to explore between them.

She placed the tip of that finger at the top of the crack of her ass which was closest to the bed.

The little girl then ran the finger deep between the buttocks until she was massaging her aching rectum.

She could feel her muscles tensing. She ran her finger in a little circle, tracing the ring of tight muscle tissue.

Her button nose began to move up and down like a bunny's with her growing passion. There was a big part of the little girl that wanted to ram her finger right up her asshole. She had never felt that way before. But she didn't do it.

She was afraid.

She feared that she would hurt herself with her fingernail. And she was not about to ruin her perfect manicure so she could fingerfuck her own asshole.

Sally lowered her feet back to the bed and drew her finger up the inch and a fraction to the base of her pussy slit. She shivered. The flesh was very swollen and very slippery. She could feel the sexual tension in her loins approaching the saturation point. She pulled her cunt lips gently apart and began to rub her fingertip lightly up and down the outer labia. She rubbed along the sides of the slit – but she never made direct contact with the center of her womanly pleasure. She was determined to explore all of the nooks and crannies of her pussy before she allowed herself the blissful release of a sexual climax. She wanted to see how long she could stay on the very edge of ecstasy without tipping over. Her breaths were very short. She could hear herself making gurgling noises deep in her throat.

Sally ran her fingertip ever-so-lightly up and down the outer edges of her inner labia – the lips that protruded furthest from the soaking wet pinkness. Those lips curled back a little naturally when she parted her thighs. Her pussy was a rose-blossom in the springtime. Sally knew that she would have to fucked by a man's hard cock before her pussy would be a full-fledged flower.

She worked her finger in between those lips so she could rub her urethra – directly below her clit.

She worked her fingertip downward toward the mouth of her fuck hole. She bent at the knuckles as if she were going to ram her finger deep inside herself. But when she pressed the finger deeper she did not get very far. It wasn't long before the tip of her long red fingernail pressed against the thin wall of membrane that blocked the path to her womb.

Her cherry.

Her intact hymen.

Her precious maidenhead.

She pressed against the wall of flesh that had – for so long – protected the pretty blonde teenager's chastity.

Sally did not know that at that exact moment her father was turning off the color television set.

He had decided to retire for the evening, and was heading up the stairs. His bedroom was down the halt from Sally's room. He would have to walk right past her door to get to the master bedroom – the same bedroom where Daddy had slept with Mommy for years before she died.

Sally could feel her sexual anxiety reach the saturation point.

She pressed against the cherry until it was pulled taut.