From that point on Sally Symms stopped going out with other boys entirely. She was her Daddy's little girl – one-hundred percent. She no longer had interest in other fellows. Daddy gave her all the sex she could possibly want. Sally was always sexually appeased.
For the rest of the summer Sally and MacIntyre fucked on a daily basis. Sally stopped sleeping in her own bedroom. She moved into the master bedroom with her father.
Just as the pretty little blonde girl had anticipated, her life changed considerably once she had become her father's lover. She felt weird around her friends. Sally felt as if she were holding a deep, dark secret inside her all of the time. She felt as if she had a great weight on her shoulders. Sally knew that it would be a mistake to tell anyone – even her very best friend – who her new boyfriend was.
Sally Symms was always trying to think of new ways to please her Daddy. She learned all of his erogenous zones. She memorized them. Sally was always fixing her Daddy's favorite meals – and she frequently served him breakfast in bed on weekends.
It was a Saturday morning late in August when MacIntyre Symms woke up early. He rolled over on his side so he could look at his beautiful naked daughter sleeping beside him.
He stretched his arms up over his head and balled his huge hands into tight fists. He could hear a cracking in the back of his neck as he stretched his long arms over his head as high as he could and arched his back. He closed his eyes and yawned. Sally rolled over onto her back – still asleep – so her loving father could see her huge milky tits.
MacIntyre had an idea. He wanted to do something with his little girl that he had never done before. He wanted to fuck her outside! He could see through the bedroom curtains – which were slightly parted – that it was going to be a beautiful day.
He could see that there wasn't a cloud in the sky and he had heard on the radio the previous evening that the temperature was going to stay in the low eighties, with low humidity.
It was going to be a perfect day for a picnic. When his stretching and his yawn were over MacIntyre slowly lowered his head so he could kiss the pretty blonde's relaxed eyelids; Sally woke up immediately. She opened one eye sleepily. Her lips pulled back into a brilliant grin as she saw her loving father looking down at her.
"Good morning, Daddy. I sure did have fun last night fooling around with you," Sally Symms said sleepily. She opened both eyes and held her arms upward. It was an invitation to hug – which MacIntyre, of course, accepted.
"Good morning, sweetheart. I came so hard last night I thought I would never be able to come again," MacIntyre said with a shiver in his voice. He rolled his puffy lips over his beautiful daughter's smooth cheeks – and then finally to her mouth. They pressed their lips together and soon were rolling their tongues together wetly.
"Let's take a shower together, Daddy!" Sally said sweetly when the long sensuous incestuous embrace was complete. She sat up in the bed and tossed the sheet over her legs. She swung her shapely gams to one side – keeping her knees and ankles close together – and stood on the rug beside the large bed.
"I have an idea for something to do once we are done in the bathroom," MacIntyre said. He stood also. Together they padded out of the master bedroom and into the hall.
"What did you have in mind, Daddy," Sally Symms queried, as they entered the bathroom. MacIntyre pushed the shower curtain inside the tub and turned the shower on.
"I thought it would be nice if the two of us had a picnic today," MacIntyre said. They both climbed under the shower together and began to lather each other up. Sally wondered if she would ever be able to take a shower again without thinking about the very first time her father fucked her in the asshole.
Sally was thrilled.
She clapped her hands together.
She threw her arms around Daddy's neck.
She clung to him like an albatross.
He placed his hands on her waist.
Sally's waist was so thin and her Daddy's hands were so large, that he could almost make his long fingers go all the way around her middle.
"Where are we going to go?" Sally asked enthusiastically. She got up on her toes in the tub so she could kiss her father on his hot mouth.
"I thought we could go behind the George Bridge. No one ever goes back there anymore. We can be all alone. We can spread a blanket out on the ground and eat sandwiches…"
MacIntyre did not get a chance to finish.
"And we can eat each other too, huh, Daddy?" Sally Symms said. She could feel a burning in her hardening nipples as she pressed her humongous breasts flat against her Daddy's muscular chest.
"Oh, yes. I was planning on doing a lot of that too. Maybe we can bring along a sixpack of beer and get a little drunk under the sun," MacIntyre said. He turned up one corner of his mouth into a half-smile of inward amusement.
"Can we find a place where we can be close to Oatka Creek. There is white water around there. I would love to feel that cold water running over my naked body," Sally said. She licked her pouting lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.
"We can go anyplace you want to, sweetheart," MacIntyre said, running the smooth bar of soap over her delicious boobs. Sally shivered and felt the little golden hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end.
They quickly finished their shower and stepped out onto the bath mat. Each got their own fluffy white bath towel – which they used to dry the other.
"I guess it won't be long before you have to go back to school," MacIntyre said. He gave his daughter a friendly swat on her round fanny.
"Please. Daddy, don't remind me," Sally Symms said. Her nipples were burning with desire and she could feel the blood of her growing arousal pumping downward in her body. The pretty little blonde could tell that she would be seething with lust by the time she got out in the woods with her father.
"Aren't you looking forward to starting your senior year? Usually you are bored to tears with vacation by the end of August," MacIntyre said. He placed his hand on Sally's ass and opened his fingers as far apart as he could.
"This summer has been special," Sally said with a smile.
"Why is that, sweetheart?" MacIntyre asked in a whisper.
"Because of you, Daddy. I love you so much," Sally said.
"You still have to go back to school," MacIntyre said.
"I know," Sally replied in a weak tiny voice. The little girl looked down at her chubby toes as she walked back to the bedroom to get dressed. "Let's not talk about it. I'll worry about going back to school when the time comes."
Sally didn't know how she would be able to face her friends on an every-day basis. The little girl knew that she would be constantly be blushing with her incestuous guilt.
Sally put on a pair of super-tight cut-off jeans. They were cut so short that the bottoms of her firm buttocks were visible. They fit snugly against her crotch.
On top Sally put on a white tee-shirt. Naturally she wore no bra. The dark outlines of her silver dollar sized rosebuds were clearly visible through the thin white material. The cotton was stretched tight in the front by her tits. There were little bumps in the cloth from her erect nipples. MacIntyre could feel a great ache in his balls. He tried to keep from getting an erection – but it was difficult. He could tell that he would have a throbbing boner by the time he got back in the woods with his sweet daughter.
It was Sally's job to make the sandwiches. She made them on the kitchen table. She whistled a happy tune to herself. MacIntyre put a blanket in the back of the car and fetched a six-pack of beer out of the white refrigerator.
The handsome blonde man and the pretty little girl then got into the car together and drove to the little clearing beside the George Bridge. They were both wearing sneakers with no socks.
The George Bridge was a railroad bridge across the Oatka Creek that was never used anymore. Someone had painted the word, "GEORGE" in large white letters across the side of the bridge that faced the road.
That was how it got its name. No one knew who George was. Somewhere in the world there was a guy named George who had a bridge named after him.
MacIntyre parked the car so that it was hidden from the road by a patch of bushes. They were on the south end of town. They got out of the car and gathered their stuff. Then they marched into the woods. They traveled along the side of the creek until they came to a clearing. There was a grassy patch where the sun had made the bed of earth warm and dry. MacIntyre spread out the blanket and Sally immediately pulled her tee-shirt off. She got on the blanket on her back and folded her arms behind her head.
"I love the way the warm sunshine feels on my tits," Sally said with a sigh. The little girl could feel her erect nipples getting hotter and harder as the fresh air struck them.
MacIntyre Symms pulled off a can of beer from its ring and put the others back in the bag. He then decided to put the beer in the creek so it would stay cold longer. He pulled the zip-top off of the beer and raised it to his lips. MacIntyre opened his throat to the lager and finished half the can in one fell swoop. MacIntyre sighed with pleasure as he lowered the can, and then put his hand over his mouth as he let out a wicked belch.
Sally could feel the natural lubrication start to flow inside her pussy. She could tell that her inner and outer cunt lips were fully engorged with the blood of her horniness.
The pretty little blonde quickly reached down and unbuttoned the single button at the top of her short shorts. She lifted her ass from the blanket and pulled her shorts and her panties off simultaneously – pointing her tiny pink toes. MacIntyre gazed upon his naked daughter. He could tell by her puffy lips and her heavy eyelids that she needed a good fuck. He could feel a pressure in his crotch.
MacIntyre could feel his trousers getting tighter by the second.
He finished his beer and took off all of his clothes as well. The man then got on his belly so that his head was between his daughter's parted thighs. Sally strained to get her knees as far apart as she could. She had the balls of her feet flat on the blanket. She could feel the sunshine on her face, her belly, and her tits. She could feel the thick natural lubrication rolling out of the base of her poontang slit. MacIntyre moved his mouth so close to Sally's cunt that the little girl could feel his hot moist breath. Sally could feel her love button swelling at that moment. The sexual tension in her lower belly was getting worse by the second. MacIntyre began to kiss, lick and bite tenderly at the insides of his little girl's thighs. He hummed as he placed the tip of his tongue at the base of her pink twat. It was the first taste of cunt he had had that day – and it was the first time he had ever tasted her pussy outdoors. MacIntyre thought that making love with his pretty blonde daughter under the bright sunshine was a fresh kick, and he could feel his testicles swelling and starting to ache horribly. He was breathless. The man moved his fingertips to the outer lips of her cunt and pulled them apart. He used the flexible tip of his aroused taster to thoroughly explore the many swollen folds of flesh with Sally's poontang. He licked at all of the nooks and crannies of her dripping quim.
"UG!" Sally said. She closed her eyes tightly. Her eyelids were wrinkled. She opened and closed her knees. She looked as if she were trying to fan the fire in her drooling crotch. MacIntyre began to suck his daughter's cunt. He wanted to quaff deeply and savor the flavor of her natural lubrication. He pulled her clit's foreskin upward with the tip of his left forefinger. He placed the tip of his tongue directly on the center of her womanly pleasure. At first he held his tongue very still. Then he began to roll her clit in a slow circle. Then he rolled her love button in a fast circle. Sally could feel her sexual anxiety growing in leaps and bounds. She could tell that her handsome father was not going to have to lick her in that manner for very long before she would burst into an incredible orgasm. She knew that it would be only the first of many sexual climaxes her loving Daddy would give her before their hot picnic was complete. MacIntyre began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth quickly and lightly across her little man in the boat and the little girl could feel the massive explosions of orgasmic pleasure starting between her parted legs at the top of her cunt slash.
"Ccccoooommmmiihnnnngggg!!!!" Sally Symms cried out. The little blonde could feel her creamy skin getting slick with the hot perspiration of her exertion. She could feel herself tossing her head from side to side. She could feel her face getting hot. Sally could tell that her face was as red as a beet. The little girl could feel her button nose moving up and down rapidly. She could feel a vein throbbing at her right temple. She could tell that her beautiful facial features were beginning to contort with her ecstasy.
MacIntyre could feel a little squirt of fluid on his lower lip. The little girl had ejaculated on his face. The man was licking back and forth across the center of his little girl's womanly pleasure as hard and fast as he could, and he wanted her come to be as harsh as possible. He wrapped his lips around her love button and the surrounding flesh so he could suck at her clit even as he licked it.
His face became soaking wet with her sticky juices.
Every muscle in the little girl's body tensed with pleasure.
She quivered and made coughing grunting noises in her throat.
At first her back teeth were clenched tightly together.
Then her jaw dropped and her mouth fell gaping open.
Her thick tongue flicked in and out of her opened mouth.
The corners of her full pouting lips were pulled tight.
Her sense of time was of course distorted by her bliss.
She thought that her orgasm was lasting a very long time.
In reality, the whole come took a matter of a few seconds.
Sally could feel her come finally cease. Ail of her muscles relaxed.
She had been pushing down with the balls of her feet and the back of her head, arching her back and lifting her buttocks almost a full foot off the blanket.
Then it was over.
She collapsed on the blanket.
She continued to pant.
MacIntyre stopped eating her cunt. He pulled his mouth away.
He licked his lips.
The handsome man placed the tip of his chin on her nearly bald mound.
"So good," Sally said with a sigh.