Unknown - Deeper, daddy, deeper

She had a great urge to plunge her finger through the wall of skin.

She had never been touched on the other side – and her body told her that penetration would feel very, very good. But again her willpower took over. She did not want to pop her cherry. She wanted to offer her intact hymen to the man she chose to be her first lover.

Sally used the tip of her left forefinger to pull her love button's foreskin upward. She peeled the fleshy sheath completely off of her little man in the boat.

By doing this the pretty little blonde virgin rendered the center of her womanly pleasure completely exposed and vulnerable to her own caress.

She clenched her back teeth.

She closed her eyes tightly.

Sally tensed all of her muscles.

She touched her clitoris.

The little girl felt a lightning bolt of pleasure rip through her. She dabbed at her clit with her fingertip, always pulling away before her orgasm had a chance to begin. Then she could take it no more. She placed her fingertip on the throbbing, ball of fiery flesh and kept it there. She could feel the savage explosions in her pussy starting. She tried as hard as she could to keep quiet, but she was unable to suppress a sharp grunt of wanton joy at that moment. The little girl began to roll her clit in a small circle, as if she were rolling a marble around in a sea of boiling oil. She started out doing this slowly and gently but rapidly increased the pace and pressure of the caress. She could feel her ecstasy starting in her clit. It soon spread to fill her entire convulsing vagina, and then to fill her lower torso. The physical joy ran all the way down her legs to her toes, which gripped and gathered the bedspread harder than ever. She could feel the bliss running up her spine to the base of her skull. The pleasure that tore into her reeling mind and her mouth fell gaping open. The pretty little girl began to toss her head wildly from side to side.

Sally began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth across her spasming clitoris as hard and fast as she possibly could and she found that she was bucking about violently on the bed – making quite a fuss.

At that moment MacIntyre Symms stood outside Sally's room.

He heard the sounds she was making. Thinking that something was wrong the man opened the door to check on her – never once worrying about infringing on her privacy.

Sally could feel her orgasm come to a sudden halt. Her afterglow was rich.

She opened her eyes.

She thought she was going to die. Sally could feel all of the blood drain from her face. Her hot perspiration of exertion immediately transformed into the cold sweat of terror. She found herself looking at Daddy.

She thought he would be mad.

She figured she would be punished for being naughty.

Sally had been caught red-handed. Her legs were spread and her fingers were still in the pie.

But MacIntyre was not angry at all. The man was aroused by the sight of his naked daughter spread on the bed. He could feel his balls start to ache. He could feet blood pumping into his cock.

He stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He smiled at the pretty blonde. He saw her as a sexual animal. It didn't matter that she was his daughter.

"Don't look so scared, sweetheart," Daddy said calmly. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."

Sally thought he was acting weird. She thought about scrambling to get under her covers – but she didn't. Her father had already seen everything he could see anyway. He looked like he found her sexy. Sally could feel her mind being boggled. This was like a dream come true. Daddy was actually looking at her with lust in his blue eyes. Was it possible that he felt the same about her as she felt about him? Sally prayed.

"I thought that you were in pain," MacIntyre explained. "I'm sorry that I barged in without knocking."

"It's okay, Daddy," Sally said. She could feel her heart pounding so hard that it was threatening to beat right out of her chest. She continued to pant. She could tell that she would not have long to enjoy her afterglow. She could tell that it wouldn't be long before that warm contentment would be replaced by rekindled lust.

Incestuous passion.

Sweet lust for Daddy's cock meat!!

"You certainly have grown up to be a beautiful young lady."

"Thank you, Daddy. I think you are pretty handsome, too."

She was being a flirt.

MacIntyre cleared his throat.

"Do you masturbate often?" he asked. He sat on her desk chair.

Sally stroked her own nipples. She was playing seductress.

She was nervous – but she couldn't stop herself. The thought of actually fucking Daddy – as she had in so many sexy daydreams – made her inhibitions low.

"Not too often. I was just horny after my date," Sally said.

"You don't have sex with the boys you go out with?"

"Never, Daddy. Honest. You can check. My cherry is there."

"You had better be careful, little girl," MacIntyre said.

"Why's that, Daddy?" the blonde virgin queried. She squirmed.

"I just might take you up on it," he said breathlessly.

"Please do," she said. She stared into his eyes. He could tell she meant it.

"We shouldn't. It isn't right," MacIntyre said. He looked away from her.

"Don't be such a fuddy-duddy, Daddy," Sally said softly.

"It is against the rules," MacIntyre said. He wrung his hands together.

"Who's rules, Daddy?" Sally inquired. She sat up in bed.

She kept her thighs parted and turned so her father could once again get a full frontal view of her pink bald pussy lips.

"Why, society's rules, of course," MacIntyre said, glancing up at her.

He thought that she had the nicest tits he had seen since her mother had died.

"Silly old, society," Sally said softly. "It's just you and me here, Daddy. Society is not involved."

"Do you really want to make it with me?" Daddy asked.

"I want you to fuck me worse than anything in the world," Sally said, conscious of the fact that she was using a vulgarity in front of him for the first time in her life. She wanted to drive her point home. She could feel her cunt flesh returning to full engorgement. A fresh flow of natural lubrication began between her inner pussy lips.

"Last chance," MacIntyre said. He tilted his head slightly to one side and raised a single blonde eyebrow into an arch. Sally thought he was the best looking man she had ever seen. His hair was just as light as hers. His face was ruggedly handsome. His jaw was square. There was a dimple in the middle of his chin. His eyes were sparkling and blue – the color if a summer sky. His upper body was just as strong and broad as Marvin's. He was ever taller and heavier than the jock she had, sucked off earlier than evening.

"Let's do it! Let's do it!" Sally exclaimed enthusiastically.

MacIntyre moved across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Sally draped her arms around his neck and hung from him like an albatross. She rubbed her tits against him. She could see a bulge forming in the crotch of his work trousers. Judging from the size of that bulge Sally figured his cock was even larger than Marvin's. She knew that her cherry did not have long to live. She swooned when she realized that her Daddy was going to tear part of her away – part that would never grow back. He was going to transform Sally from a little girl into a woman all in one fell swoop.

She parted her lips.

Her eyelids looked heavy.

He kissed her.

They rolled their tongues together. MacIntyre could feel his balls swelling rapidly as he had a wet internal swordfight with his beautiful daughter. His right hand went to her tits. He rolled his fingertips over her nipples. He pinched at her nipples lightly. He opened his fingers and placed his palm over her right tit. He clutched the boob entirely. He fondled it and massaged it. Sally's moan of pleasure was muffled.