Unknown - Deeper, daddy, deeper

The kiss lasted for a long time.

They swapped spit as they kissed sloppily. Both whimpered.

MacIntyre stood up.

"I think I am wearing entirely too many clothes," he said.

His heart pounded. He was just as excited at the prospect of consummating this incestuous relationship as his pretty daughter was.

He tore off his shirt. His chest was hairless, broad, and heavily muscles. The skin was stretched tight over his chest. The thick muscles were in slabs across his shoulders and back. The man was in perfect shape, in spite of his age. He had no spare tire. In fact, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. He had exercised regularly to keep himself in perfect shape. He weighed in at two ten – all muscle.

He kicked off his shoes and reached down and undid his trouser tops with trembling fingers.

He pulled down his pants and stepped out of them – along with his underwear.

He kicked off his to pull off his socks.

Sally thought she was going to croak when she got her first glimpse of his cock and balls. They were humongous!

Ten inches.

As thick as her wrist.

The throbbing boner was bouncing up and down wildly.

His cock was attached to his loins by a tight springed hinge.

The prick snapped upward with his incestuous passion.

The tip came very close to slapping him in the belly.

He stood with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart.

He stood with his shoulders back and his chin up.

His chest was puffed out and his tummy sucked in.

He stood with his knees slightly bent, hands on hips.

MacIntyre stood with his hips in front of the rest of his body.

His swollen testicles were huge at the base of his scrotum.

His scrotal sack dangled low between his parted thighs.

His blue eyes were fiery with his mounting lust. He stared at Sally.

"You have a very big cock, Daddy," Sally said, feeling like Little Red Riding Hood.

"The better to fuck you with my dear," Daddy said – the wolf.

"Are you sure that big thing will fit inside me?" Sally asked.

From appearances she thought they were planning the impossible.

She figured there was no way her cunt could open enough to take the girth of her father's massive pole of manhood.

"It will fit if you really want it to," MacIntyre said. It had been years since he had gotten laid. The man had not been with a woman since his wife had died – and that had been a long time ago.

"I know you will be gentle with me, Daddy," Sally said.

"I won't hurt you any more than I have to," MacIntyre replied.

Sally sighed.

She loved him very much.

More than anything in the world.

MacIntyre got back on the bed. He placed his hands on Sally's slim shoulders and gently pushed her onto her back. The pretty blonde could feel her cunt juices rolling into the crack of her ass. She could tell she was about to make a brand new wet spot on the bedspread – which was looking a bit on the crumpled side.

They kissed once again.

"I want to eat your pussy," MacIntyre whispered in Sally's ear.

Sally could feel his hot moist breath inside her shell-like ear. She could feel all of the skin on her diminutive form being covered with gooseflesh and she could feel the little blonde hairs on the nape of her neck standing on end once again.

MacIntyre flicked his tongue tip across her earlobe.

He explored the inside of her ear with his bold taster.

His tongue was curious as it licked her wetly, and she moaned.

He began to kiss and lick up and down the sides of her neck.

He used his white teeth to give her love bites along her jugular.

"Taste my cunt. I feel like I am going to come just thinking about you wiggling your tongue around between my legs," Sally said. She could tell that the pleasure she would receive under Daddy's caress would be by far the best of her life. She could tell already that being touched by Daddy was going to be a thousand times better than touching herself.

MacIntyre kissed the front of the little girl's throat.

His sensuous mouth got closer to her heaving breasts.

He showered her firm large tits with, little peck kisses.

He kissed her boobs in ever-diminishing concentric circles.

Each kiss was a little closer to her nipples than the one before.

Those erect rosebuds yearned for his mouth. They demanded to be sucked!

Then he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue very far.

MacIntyre concentrated on keeping his tongue tip pointy.

He placed the tip of his tongue directly on Sally's right nipple.

The little girl let out a grunt of pleasure that emptied her lungs.

She shivered as if she were going to shake out of her skin.

"Suck! Suck my tits, daddy!" she bellowed. Her head began to toss.

She gyrated her hips in quick circles as her handsome father rolled his tongue over her feminine erection.

He covered the rosebud with a thin film of saliva. He then flicked his tongue back and forth across the nipple, and Sally ran her fingers though his hair.

She scratched lightly at her loving father's pink scalp above his ears with the tips of her fingernails.

MacIntyre wrapped his lips around the nipple and began to suck on it. He drew in his cheeks with the vacuum he created inside his oral cavity.

He tugged the nipple deep into his mouth.

He kept his tongue busy.

"Harder! Oh God! Feels so good!" Sally hollered.

MacIntyre thought his prick was going to burst. It seemed like a lifetime since MacIntyre had had a hard nipple inside his mouth.

He clenched the nipple between his teeth and bit lightly.

"Make it hurt! I can take it!" Sally screamed.

The muscular blond man pulled on his little girl's feminine erection until the skin all around it was taut.

He made a growling noise deep inside his throat, as if all of the civilized behavior had been sucked from him.

He tossed his head from side to side wildly. For a moment the little girl thought he would tear the nipple off.

But MacIntyre remained in control of himself – barely. He did not do the pretty little virgin serious harm.

He released her nipple. He was panting wildly. Sally's request for pain had brought out his sadistic nature.

It was a part of him that he usually managed to internalize. But he couldn't help but let it out with Sally.

His deep, craving, incestuous passion made the man's animal instincts emerge full-force. Sally didn't mind.

She had loved the pain. Her brain had translated it all into pleasure, just as she had anticipated.

MacIntyre began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across the other hard feminine erection.

He repeated the whole process – from gentle licking to savage biting. Sally writhed in the throes of agony.

The pretty little virgin's mind was completely boggled.

She was astounded at the intensity of her sensations.

She would have thought that such things were impossible.

She didn't think a mortal being could know such wonderful joy.

Sally was still whimpering after MacIntyre released the second nipple.

She opened her eyes and jerked when she saw her nipples.

They had grown longer than she had ever seen them before.

An inch long.

Very swollen.

She felt dizzy.

MacIntyre began to kiss his way down the front of his writhing daughter's body. Her skin was slick with sweat.

He loved the way her Sally, smooth skin felt on his tingling lips as he rubbed them against her soft flat belly.

He moved slowly toward the foot of the bed. His feet began to dangle off. He rolled on his stomach. His toes pointed downward.

MacIntyre could smell his daughter's cunt. He sucked the scent of her delicious womanhood deep into his sinuses.