Sally pulled her mouth off of the head of her father's cock when his climax was complete and tenderly licked him clean. She pumped the shaft of his prick and squeezed his balls a couple of times, just to make sure that all of the come was out. Sure enough, a little more dribbled like dogwater out of his swollen urethra and she licked it away with the slight curled tip of her taster.
"Oooh, Daddy, that was yummy," Sally said. She licked her lips sensuously with her tongue. She pulled her lips back so she could roll her tongue over her slight overbite. MacIntyre thought she was the sexiest creature on Earth.
"You took the whole cock in your throat," MacIntyre said with astonishment. His eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the sky-blue pupils.
"I know, Daddy. I have to admit that I feel a little proud of myself," Sally said. She rested her tiny chin in the middle of her loving Daddy's pubic patch. She smiled brilliantly at MacIntyre.
"And rightful you should," MacIntyre said. "I have never been with a woman who could do that before. For a while I thought I was going to really hurt you." His brow furrowed.
"Really. No one?"
"Nope."
Sally knew what that meant.
That meant no one – including her Mommy. The thought made her feel strange. She felt guilty. She didn't know if she wanted to be a better lover for her father than her mother had been. It filled her with an odd guilt. And, for the first time since they had played naked together, Sally Symms was feeling her conscience gnawing at her. She managed to push her feelings into the back of her head after a few moments and returned to her cheery disposition.
"I feel like taking a shower," Sally said sweetly, giving her father a tender smacking kiss with puckered lips between his navel and the top of his pubic patch.
Sally Symms then ran the tip of her tongue in a little circle around Daddy's bellybutton. She dipped her tongue into the little hole. Sally pulled right back out again and crawled up on top of her father so their faces were close together. He was much bigger than her. She still felt very much like his little girl. Their relationship had just grown, that was all. Sally told herself that things hadn't really changed that much. But deep down inside, Sally did not believe herself. She knew that somehow her life was never going to be the same now that she had felt her Daddy's ten inch cock dancing around inside her wanton poontang.
"I think that is a splendid idea," MacIntyre said. "Would you like to take a shower together?" His voice was hopeful.
"Of course, you silly goose," Sally said sweetly. "What did you think I was talking about, Daddy? I don't want to get very far away from you ever. I like being naked with you. I want to be naked with you forever and ever. I promise I will always be the best possible lover I can be. I'll never ever say not tonight, I've got a headache. Never. I will always be there when you want, me. I promise."
"You talk too much," MacIntyre said. He caressed her cheeks lightly with his fingertips. He could see that there was a single tear resting on Sally's right cheekbone, and he wiped it away lovingly with his thumb.
"Let's go," Sally said. She was anxious to bathe. She could feel her pussy lips, the crack of her ass, and the insides of her loins getting all crusty from the blood that had oozed from her pink slash following the popping of her cherry.
"Okie-dokie," MacIntyre said, and they both got out of bed. Sally realized for the first time that she was going to have difficulty walking.
The pretty little blonde had been fucked so hard that she could not close her knees at all. She was forced to walk bow-legged as they went together to the bathroom. MacIntyre held her hand and felt sorry for her. He could tell that his pretty daughter was in pain – and he knew that he was responsible.
When they got to the bathroom Sally realized that she had to pee. She thought for a moment that she should ask her Daddy to step into the hall. But then she realized that she was being silly. She sat down on the toilet seat and leaned forward a little. Her large breasts looked larger as she bent forward at the waist. Sally winced. Her bladder was very full. Her urethra had been irritated by the fucking giving one an idea of how thick MacIntyre's cock was. She could tell that taking a pee was going to be painful for a while. But the little girl could tell that no damage had been done to her cunt that would not heal quickly – and she figured that she hadn't suffered through any pain that all girls don't have to suffer through at one time or another.
MacIntyre looked at his sweet daughter adoringly as she tinkled. Her flood-gates opened and MacIntyre could hear her splash. She looked at him and winked naughtily. MacIntyre laughed.
"If you want I will wipe your little pussy for you when you are done," MacIntyre said. He pronounced the word, "poo-say". MacIntyre pushed the transluscent shower curtain inside the white porcelain tub and pulled it to one side so that he could turn on the shower.
"How do you like your shower?"
"What do you mean?"
"What temperature?"
"Steamy hot."
"Good, me too."
Sally told her Daddy when she was done peeing so he could wipe the excess urine away from her puffy bruised pussy lips for her. The man knew that he would have to treat her pussy very delicately. The man knew how sore his pretty daughter was down there between her shapely gams.
MacIntyre pulled off a good-sized wad of soft toilet tissue and rolled it up into a ball. Sally leaned back against the tank behind her and opened her thighs so her Daddy would be able to get at her moist cunt with maximum ease.
MacIntyre placed the ball of toilet paper at the base of her pussy and ran it all the way to the top of the slit, crossing both her urethra and her clitoris.
As the toilet tissue pressed against the mouth of her fuck hole, where Sally was sorest, she winced and felt her piss hole squirt a little urine. The pee got all over Daddy's hand.
But he didn't mind.
He thought it was cute.
"Ooops," Sally said.
"I guess you weren't quite done," MacIntyre said with a boyish giggle.
Daddy dropped the toilet paper into the toilet and Sally turned to flush it. She stood and they both got into the shower together. The water was very hot. Sally and MacIntyre could see the steam rising plentifully to the ceiling of the bathroom. The bathroom was large and was tiled in white. The tub and sink were porcelain. The faucets and the shower nozzle were chrome. They could tell that it wouldn't be long before both the mirror above the medicine cabinet and the full length looking glass mounted on the back of the bathroom door would be totally fogged over.
The water pressure in Caledonia was always the finest kind.
The shower nozzle produced sharp needles of steamy spray.
Sally turned her back to the shower and allowed those needles to massage the muscles at the back of her neck and in her shoulders. Her hair looked a little darker than usual when it was soaking wet. Her hair clung to her cheeks, her shoulders and her breasts. It was perfectly straight when soaked. Sally bowed her head and sighed as the shower massaged the base of her skull.
MacIntyre picked up a brand new bar of white soap and rolled it around his palms for awhile to make all of his fingers slippery with the lather.
When Sally raised her head the man began to soap up her breasts. The nicest tits in the world. Unimaginably firm and large. He swooned as he kneaded her breast flesh lovingly with his lathered digits. He rolled his fingertips lightly over her nipples, which were once again pointing slightly upward and hard as pebbles.
MacIntyre pushed her soapy tits together until the cleavage between them was long and deep. He worked both of the breasts in slow sensuous circles at the same time.
Sally tossed back her head so that her blonde hair fell low down her back between her shoulder blades. She pulled her lips back over her teeth.
"Oh Daddy, that feels fantastic. The slipperier thing get the better they feel when they are touched," Sally said. This was a concept that had just then occurred to the pretty sixteen year old.
"That's right, sweetheart. I am going to soap up every square inch of you, so that your entire body is as slippery as your tits are now," MacIntyre said. His voice was low and throaty.
Sexy.
Sally shivered.
The needles of spray struck her face.
MacIntyre tenderly lathered her shoulders and her arms.
He ran the soap lightly up and down the sides of her neck.
She turned her back to him so he could soap between her shoulder blades.
He lowered the soap sensuously to the top of her ass crack.
He ran the soap over the cheeks of her ass lightly and slowly.
Sally moved her feet a little farther apart in the tub.
She wanted to get her thighs as far apart as she could.
She moved so that her anklebones were pressed against the sides of the tub.
She could feel her buttocks and her cunt lips parting a little as she did this.
She could feel the steamy hot water rolling over her ravaged poontang.
Soothing.
Her pain was leaving.
She felt as if she would be as good as new by the time the shower was through. The little girl could feel her loving father kneading at the buttocks with the soap in one hand. He set the soap down in the soap-dish and began to fondle the cheeks of his daughter's round creamy ass with both of his hands. Sally was making little whimpering noises. It felt very very good. She could feel her knees begin to tremble. She could feel the muscles in her legs getting weaker by the second.
She began to wonder how much longer her legs would be able to support the weight of her diminutive body. As it turned out her legs had a long row to hoe before they would be able to relax.
MacIntyre could feel the ache returning to his balls.
He could tell that the blood would soon pumping downward in his masculine form – toward his groin.
He pulled Sally's ass cheeks apart as far as he could get them.
Sally could feel her asshole burning with desire.
The deep craving had returned to the sweet blonde's bowels.
Now, more than ever, she wanted her Daddy's dick deep up her butt.
Her fanny yearned.
Her ass was hungry.
Her itch was deep.
She needed that ten inch pole to satisfy her anal need!!!
"Daddy?" Sally said. Her voice quivered. She leaned forward at the waist. The little blonde girl pressed the palms of her hands against the white porcelain in front of her.
She spread her fingers apart and pressed hard with their tips. By the time her Daddy was done with her behind she would be pressing against that wall so hard that all of her knuckles would turn white.
Sally could feel her father running a soapy finger up and down the crack of her hairless ass sensuously, all the way from the top of the crack to the base of her pussy. MacIntyre gently washed her cunt lips, to get all of the blood away. He then splashed hot water up against her vagina to rinse all of the lather away. Sally wasn't thinking at all of the soreness in her pussy by this time.
She could only think of the desire in her asshole!!!
"Yes, my love," MacIntyre replied. He was noticing that she jerked and moaned every time he touched her asshole – as if she were trying to tell him something.
"I want you to fuck me in all three holes," Sally said. She could see his finger once again moving patiently between her ass cheeks which he held apart with the firm fingers of his other hand.
"Well, let's see. I have already fucked you in the pussy," MacIntyre said. He allowed the tip of his middle finger to linger on her anus for a moment making all of Sally's muscles tense involuntarily.
"Uh huh," Sally said. She began to move her ass from side to side. Even though her ankle-bones were pressed against the sides of the white porcelain tub, she was keeping her knees locked in the straight position.
"And I have already fucked your mouth," MacIntyre said. He pressed against a spot to one side of her asshole, making the flesh pucker under the pressure.
"Uh huh," Sally said. Her voice was so deep with her animalistic, incestuous lust for sodomy that she sounded a great deal older than she really was.
"I guess that only leaves one hole, huh?" MacIntyre said.
"That's right, Daddy," Sally said. His tease was fun.
The pretty little blonde teenager giggled nervously.
"Your asshole!" Daddy said. He began to push his middle finger in.
That finger was covered with soap suds and very slippery.
He turned his wrist so the finger was at the right angle.
He quickly pushed his finger past the tight tube of sphincter muscle into the softer bowel flesh, and Sally trembled. She pushed back with her ass. She wanted him to stick his middle finger – his longest finger – as deep inside her butt as he could possible get it.
Deeper.
Deeper still.
He did not stop pushing his finger into her bung until he could feel her tight puckered asshole gripping at his third knuckle. Sally thought it felt wonderful. She had never had anything stuck up her ass before – except for Daddy's tongue. The finger got much deeper than that. She could feel her loving father wiggling his finger around inside her. She had always wanted to do that to herself when she was masturbating, but she had been afraid that she would tear her soft internal tissues with her long red fingernail. But her Daddy's fingernails were square and filed short. He could move his digit around inside her bowels as harshly as he wanted – and never once would he have to worry about scraping her with his fingernail. The muscular blonde man could feel a ringling on the insides of his thighs. He could feel the little girl's asshole squeezing and throbbing against his finger. She was purring like a cat. She wanted his cock. She wanted all ten inches. The handsome man could feel the ache in his balls getting worse by the second. It was at that point that Sally's Daddy could feel the blood start to pump into his prick. His cock began to get longer.
Thicker.
Harder.
His testicles swelled.
Even though he had already been sucked off and had spilled his seed deep inside Sally's virgin cunt, his scrotal sack still felt as if it were filled to the brim with his come. It had been a long time for MacIntyre. He was coming out of his sex drought gloriously. His passion felt insatiable. He was as horny as he was when he was eighteen and that was pretty damn horny!!!
Sally could feel her father begin to work his finger in and out of her asshole slowly. He was getting the inside soapy. He wanted everything to be very slippery when he buggered her. Sally knew that her asshole was going to be asked to open further than it had ever opened before. MacIntyre's tool of manhood was a lot thicker than anything Sally had ever pushed out of her nether eye. That was for sure. The little blonde knew she would have remembered something like that. She was nervous. She knew that her asshole was even tighter than her cunt – and she remembered how much it had hurt when her Daddy had stuck his ten inch pole in that more elastic orifice. Now she once again feared that she had bitten off more than she could chew. The little girl could feel her heart pounding so hard it was threatening to beat right out of her chest. She could feel the sharp needles of shower spray striking between her shoulder blades. She pressed even harder against the white-tiled wall in front of her with her slim fingers and the palms of her hands. She could feel her Daddy's cock firming up against the back of her legs. She could feel it getting larger and harder rapidly. Both Sally and MacIntyre knew at that point that it wouldn't be more than a matter of seconds before his cock was hard enough to fuck once again. He knew that getting all ten inches of his pole up the little girl's butt was going to be the toughest task he had faced thus far. It would be harder to achieve complete penetration than it had been with either her cunt or her throat.
"Your cock, daddy!"
MacIntyre pulled his finger completely out of her butt.
He sniffed his finger to savor the scent of her bowels.
"Wanna smell your ass?" he asked.
"Sure," Sally said.
He held the violating finger under his daughter's button nose.
She looked like a bunny as she sniffed tentatively at first.
But then her nostrils flared and she sucked the scent in deep.
The odor went into her sinuses and her lungs were filled with air.
Steamy air.
Her breasts hung low.
MacIntyre reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock in his clenched right fist. He squeezed it, his pumping working as a catalyst for his arousal. He was getting impatient. He only had to pump at his dick five or six times before his erection was urgently rigid and ready for deep anal plowing!
He used his left hand to pull her ass cheeks apart.
He parted the buttocks as far as he could get them.
Sally felt vulnerable. She trembled with dread and anticipation.
She told herself that the pain would be worthwhile. Once again her Daddy was knocking down the barrier between her and a new form of womanly pleasure. Sally wanted to learn everything in the world there was to know about sex in one night. She was an anxious nymphette. She knew that she would be able to think of nothing but sex for the rest of her life. She only wanted to be her Daddy's little girl forever and ever. She would talk baby talk, and act nine. Just so Daddy would always know who the boss was. She wanted to be dominated. With this savage incestuous buggery she was about to receive her submissiveness would become unadulterated.
Daddy placed the tip of his prick at the top of her ass crack. He still had his long strong fingers gripped around the base of the thick shaft, his cock feeling hot and angry in his palm. The head of his cock was soapy, as was the crack of her butt. They both moaned with pleasure as he slid his pisshole up and down the crack, a couple of times touching the base of her pussy.
She jerked each time he touched her asshole with his cock head, and she let out a deep groan of anticipatory pleasure as he placed his throbbing purple glans directly against her trembling sphincter muscle and left it there.
He adjusted his hips.
He flexed his buttocks.
He bent slightly at the knees.
He began to push forward.
Sally could feel the pressure increasing on her asshole.
Her sense of time was distorted by her piqued desire.
Sally thought it took a very long time for the violation to begin.
The pretty little blonde thought she would never open up.
But once the penetration began – it all happened quickly.
She felt her asshole being pried open until it was gaping.
She thought the ring of muscle at her rectum would tear.
But once again the little girl was amazed at her own elasticity.
Sally could hear the head of his cock popping inside her.
Her jaw dropped and her mouth fell open. She grunted crudely.
"Yes?" MacIntyre asked.
"God yes! Deeper in my ass!!!" Sally Symms screamed.
Once the head of his cock was inside her ass he released his grip on her ass cheek and the base of his cock.
He moved the palms of his hands to her soft underbelly at the base of her heaving rib-cage. He held her there firmly and used her body as leverage.
He pulled on her lower torso.
He pushed forward with his hips.
She was so tight he could not ram in quickly.
His cock tip inched toward her core.
Once again Sally thought about how deep inside her belly the tip of his cock was going to be when her asshole finally grabbed the base of his tool.
Sally could feel the tip of his purple pulsating lance getting ever-closer to the itch of desire deep inside her bowels. She didn't know if it were possible to come inside her ass, but that was what it felt like was going to happen to her.
It did take a long time, but MacIntyre did finally get all ten inches of his tube steak inside his little girl's tender nether eye.
The handsome man could feel the entire length of his cock being squeezed and tugged by the pretty blonde's soft internal tissues.
MacIntyre could not believe that she had opened far enough to take him. He was starting to fully realize what a special lover little Sally was going to be.
Sally could feel the tip of his cock throbbing directly against the magic spot at her core. She could feel her bowels begin to convulse, filling her body with the trembles of orgasmic pleasure.
Sally could tell that this kind of come was different from the ones she had had either in her clitoris or deep inside her pink pussy slit.
She could feel the physical joy spreading outward from her abdomen, traveling all the way up to her scalp and down to her toes, which were clutching desperately at the white porcelain.
MacIntyre withdrew.
Her ass tugged and sucked.
He pulled almost all the way out.
He stopped when her sphincter was gripping the base of his glans.
MacIntyre paused at the top of his hip stroke and took a deep breath.
He filled his lungs completely with air and set his jaw.
The cheeks of his taut ass were tensed and pressed together.
He rammed forward with his powerful hips as hard as he could.
All ten inches of his cock meat entered her butt with that stab.
Sally made an ugly farting noise as gas was forced from her bowels.
She grunted, emptied her lungs, and drooled down her chin.
Her eyes opened so wide she thought they would pop out of her head.
The man began to fuck her ass slowly using all ten inches.
Sally's usually beautiful facial features contorted with the ecstatic combination of pleasure and pain the deep incestuous buggery caused her.
"Faster!" she screamed.
MacIntyre picked up the pace.
"Harder!" Sally wailed.
MacIntyre slapped his loins, against her ass cheeks.
Sally could feel his balls against her pussy when his cock was deep up her split fanny.
The man could tell that he would be able to fuck for a long time.
It would be many minutes before he would have to worry about ending the act with the spilling of his seed.
He already had two orgasm under his belt.
He would be able to stay hard for a long time.
He released his grip on the little girl's belly.
He ran his palms up the front of her shapely torso.
He cupped his huge palms under her dangling tits.
He could feel her nipples throbbing against his palms.
He opened his fingers and clutched the tits completely.
Sally saw stars each time he impaled her butt with his spear.
He fondled her tits and then pinched at her nipples.
Eventually he felt the tickle at the base of his cock.
He felt his come swimming impatiently around his balls.
MacIntyre could tell the sodomy was reaching its finale.
He released her nipples from between his thumbs and forefingers.
He ran his right for finger under her belly and through her pubies.
He went directly for the center of her womanly pleasure.
He found her love button and began to flick it very hard.
Sally could feel her pussy start to spasm almost immediately.
Then it felt as if she were coming in her ass and her cunt together.