MacIntyre got up on his hands and knees. The head of his cock felt as if it would explode at any second. His thick purple glans repeatedly slapped him in the belly. The tip of his prick smacked him above the navel every time his heart beat – and that was frequently. He crawled beside his little girl. She remained on her back. The handsome blonde man rolled his fingertips over the little girl's erect nipples. She could feel the intense ecstasy of her orgasmic convulsions being replaced by the super-warm contentment and relaxation of her afterglow. She looked at Daddy's cock and gasped. She thought that the novelty of his prick would wear off. She was wrong. She still felt the same thrill she had always felt when she looked at her loving father's boner. MacIntyre pinched a little at his daughter's femine erections at the tips of her tits and then ran his hand slowly down the front of her body. MacIntyre ran the tip of his middle finger up and down her pussy slit for a while – all the way from the base to the clit. He placed the tip of his middle finger at the mouth of her fuck hole.
"Slip it inside me, Daddy. Stick your finger as deep inside my pussy as you can get it, Daddy," Sally said. She whimpered pathetically as her father began to penetrate her cunt with his longest finger. MacIntyre turned his wrist so that his palm was toward the cloudless sky. It was not yet noon. He didn't stop pushing his finger into her cooze until her swollen inner pussy lips were wrapped tightly around his third knuckle. He wiggled his finger around inside her. Sally could tell that his finger was neither long enough nor thick enough to satisfy her vaginal craving. That was a job for his cock. MacIntyre began to work the finger in and out of her pussy – fucking her with it. Sally could feel her afterglow fading. Just like always. It was less than a minute after her orgasm when Sally Symms could feel her horniness rekindling.
"How does that feel, my love," MacIntyre said, moving his lips so that they were only a fraction of an inch away from her shell-like ear.
"Deeper, Daddy. Press inside deeper," Sally said. MacIntyre lowered his face so he could see what he was doing. The sun was on her golden blonde pubies. They shone. The sunshine made her pussy lips look even pinker and wetter than they usually looked when she was acutely aroused.
MacIntyre knew that he could get no deeper with his fingers.
"I'm going to fuck you, Sally," MacIntyre said firmly.
It was clear from the tone of the handsome blonde man's voice that he was not in the mood to take no for an answer.
"Please, Daddy. I need your cock inside me so badly. I can't think of anything but your cock. That is why I'm not looking forward to going back to school. I know that I won't be able to, do anything but daydream about fucking you. I won't be able to think about my classes at all. All I will be able to think about is how good it feels when you shove your ten inch dick all the way into my wanton love tunnel!"
"You will get back into the swing of things after a couple of days, my love. You can still sleep with me at night, you know."
"I know. Still…" Sally stopped suddenly. She mused in silence. "Fuck me hard, Daddy. I don't want to think about real life. I only want to think of the fantasy world – the world where you and I live. Where we are alone. Where there are just the two of us."
MacIntyre rolled on top of the little girl and pressed down.
For a moment Sally Symms found it difficult to breathe.
The pretty little girl was crushed by her Daddy's chest.
She could feel her huge white tits being pressed flat.
MacIntyre placed the palms of his hands on either side of Sally's head.
He lifted his upper torso. He straightened his elbows.
Sally filled her lungs with air. She made a raspy noise.
She could feel his cock pinned between their tummies.
She could feel the thick pole throbbing against her abdomen.
This sensation made the ache in her sweet loins grow.
Sally could feel Daddy's balls on her wet pussy flesh.
The sack was heavy. She could tell the balls were swollen.
Sally could feel her clitoris return to full engorgement.
Once again the love button felt like it wanted to pop from its nest.
Sally was taking very short breaths – very close together.
The pretty blonde sounded as if she were about to hyperventilate.
MacIntyre got up on his toes. His feet were off the blanket.
His toes were pressed into the warm dry grass beside them.
His heels were in the air. His toes arched. His elbows straightened.
He moved so that only Sally's nipples were touching his chest.
And only the tip of his cock was touching her lower belly.
"I need you," Sally said.
"I need you, too, baby."
"Forever and ever?" Sally asked. There was worry in her voice. "Forever and ever," MacIntyre said.
He reached back with his left hand and grabbed the base, of his pole.
He gripped his fingers tightly around the girth of his tool.
He gave that lance a firm squeeze and sighed with pleasure.
He loved the way the granite-like stem felt as it pulsated against his palm and the insides of his fingers.
Sally could feel her natural lubrication rolling out of the base of her pink poontang in a steady flow, getting into the crack of her ass and onto the blanket.
She wanted to thrust up and down with her loins and ass furiously – but the pretty little blonde struggled to keep her lower torso as still as possible. She wanted her Daddy to have an easy time getting into her. She could feel him running to tip of his cock up and down her slit slowly. She could feel her near-bursting love button being caressed by her handsome father's quivering urethra. He massaged her clit with his piss hole. Then he used his right hand to guide the thick purple head of his cock down to her fuck hole. He tensed the muscles in his ass and moved his hips so that the shaft of his ten inch dick was at the appropriate angle for deep vaginal violation!
MacIntyre began to push down.
Sally relaxed the muscles at the sides of her vulva. At least she relaxed them as much as she could.
There was still a bit of a struggle to get his cock head in.
They had fucked many times since that first night when he caught her jacking-off.
But her cunt was just as tight as ever. She still had to stretch to take him. He was simply too large for her to take simply. There was always a lot of puffing and grunting during the initial penetration of each fuck – no matter if the fuck was in the cunt or the ass.
Sally opened.
MacIntyre took a deep breath.
He puffed out his chest.
Her cunt made a wet sucking sound as his glans disappeared inside. He kept pushing. He pressed his buttocks together. He pulled his facial features back into a grimace.
Sally could feel herself opening up for him slowly.
The tip of his dick moved in a fraction of an inch at a time.
Sally could feel a great burning near the mouth of her womb.
Her dimpled cervix craved a rough massage. It needed to be pounded repeatedly by her Daddy's weapon.
It seemed like a long time before he got all the way in.
Sally's muscles were tensed and trembling. Her toes were tightly curled under. The only time she felt like a complete person was when all ten inches of her Daddy's cock were inside her – and she didn't care which hole.
MacIntyre gyrated his hips in a slow sexy circle.
He stretched at her inner cunt lips and the inner walls of her cunt.
He rolled her foreskin over her clit with the top of his cock.
He would ride her pussy high for maximum clitoral stimulation. He began to withdraw patiently. He could feel himself tugging at her inner cunt lips as he pulled his dick almost all the way out of her hole. He paused and then rammed the whole thing back inside. Sally came.
The man began to fuck her with a smooth steady motion.
He drove lightning bolts of pleasure into her hole.
Sally could see the bombs bursting air. She could hear the fireworks like on the Fourth of July. The little girl could see a light show being performed on the insides of her tightly clenched eyelids. Once again the little girl's face had become burning hot, and she could tell that she was as red as the local fire engine.