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.
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.
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.
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.