Chapter 5
At that moment Melinda Madison waking up for the second time.
The littlest Madison poked her tiny head out from under the covers.
With only one eye open she tried to gauge the height of the sun.
She figured that she had gotten in two more hours of sleep since she originally woke from Michele's movements.
Melinda figured that her sister and her father would be already out of the house by that time in the morning.
Michele and Marvin snuck off a lot, and Melinda sometimes felt left out.
She knew that Michele was Daddy's favorite daughter.
She couldn't figure out what Michele did to please Daddy that she didn't do.
Melinda couldn't help but be curious about the matter.
She had been wondering what Michele and Marvin did when they went out, just the two of them, alone.
Her curiosity had gotten to the point where she was prepared to do something she had never done before.
Little Melinda wanted to spy on her Daddy and her sister.
She had overheard a fragment of a conversation the night before.
She heard her father telling her sister something about the George Bridge.
Melinda decided that she was going to wash, eat, and then give her mother some line about going over to a friend's house for the afternoon.
But instead of going to a friend's, Melinda was going to poke around by the creek to see what she could see.
Melinda had always thought that Michele was honest to her about everything she could think of to talk about.
But lately the littler daughter had noticed that Michele tended to fluster is she was cross-examined about her activities with Marvin too vigorously.
Melinda was enthused with the mystery of her days plans and hopped out of bed with her dark eyes wide and bright.
Melinda wasn't old enough to think about boys very much.
She knew about the birds and the bees, but she had not encountered sex as a social phenomenon. It was merely works in a textbook to her.
She knew that she had her period once a month, and that her body was changing in some strange and wonderful ways.
Her tits were beginning to grow, although they were still small and perky, betraying her extreme youth.
Hair had begun to grow over her cunt, and she had started to feel strange tingling aches in her loins that she did not understand.
She noticed those tingling aches most often when she was looking at one of the guys in her class that was cute, and sometimes when she watched movies on TV that had extremely handsome actors in them.
But she had lived under the assumption that she was too young to actually have sex with a boy, and all of her daydreams to that effect were very vague, and always took place in some far away place where Melinda had never been, a long time off in the future.
Melinda slipped her pink bathrobe over her shoulders and tied the cloth belt tightly around her remarkably slim waist.
She then padded barefoot out of the room, slapping her toes against the floor as she took tiny strides.
Her face still looked very sleepy, but she knew that the fog which encased her brain would lift as soon as she felt her hair being soaked by the shower's needles of steaming hot spray.
As she walked toward the bathroom she could hear her mother clinking dishes down in the kitchen.
"Mornin', Mommy! I'm up!" Melinda shouted out, hoping that her mother would take that cue and start cooking her breakfast.
She hurried through her shower and when she re-emerged into the hall, soaking wet, she sighed as she smelled the scent of sizzling bacon on the skillet.
Melinda hopped into her room happily, tied her hair into tight pig-tails at the sides of her head, threw on a short-sleeve button up shirt, a pair of jeans and quickly tied on her sneakers without putting on socks beneath them.
Melinda then ran down the stairs and never stopped running into she leaped into her chair at the kitchen table.
Mrs. Madison was just about to put Melinda's scrambled eggs on her plate and smiled at her pretty daughter.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. It's not often that you are the last to get up on a Saturday," Mrs. Madison said.
She knew that her youngest child was the sort of person to get up and the crack of dawn even when she didn't have to.
Melinda was too afraid that she would miss something important to sleep in until noon on a weekend.
Melinda gobbled down her bacon and eggs. She sipped at her steaming tea, with a little honey in it.
Melinda drank two glasses of orange juice, and a large glass of ice cold milk that felt wonderful sliding down her throat.
"So where's Daddy?" Melinda asked, tilting her head a little to one side to show her curiosity.
"He went out first thing with Michele someplace dear," Mrs. Madison said in a kind understanding voice.
Melinda's mother knew that the little girl was sometimes jealous when Marvin and Michele went places and didn't bring her along.
"What are you going to do today, Mommy?" Melinda asked, wiping the corners of her mouth with a paper napkin.
"Oh, I don't know. I have some chores to do around the house, but I may just stretch out in the backyard and get some sun."
"In that case, I think I'll go over to Polly's house and see what's doing over there. I'll be sure to be back for dinner time."
"Okay dear. Say hello to Polly for me, and do the same for Mr. and Mrs. Cooner, won't you darling."
"Sure thing, Ma," Melinda said quickly.
She stood up and stood beside her mother's chair.
She kissed her mother lightly on her right cheek.
She then scampered out through the front door and down the driveway.
She could feel her heart pounding with excitement.
Melinda was spying for the first time in her life.
Even if she didn't find anything she would know the thrill of the hunt.
But her biggest excitement came from the possibilities of what she might find if she got lucky and the hunt was fruitful.
She couldn't for the life of her figure out what her sister and her father could be doing in the woods.
What would make the two of them so secretive about their activities, and why was she never invited to go along?
Melinda figured she would have a very successful Saturday if she could come up with the answers to these questions.
At that moment Marvin placed his fingertips lightly on the inner lips of his daughter's cunt and pulled them apart until he could see many of her pink swollen folds of internal pussy flesh.
He parted his lips and allowed the tip of his tongue to emerge from between them with a delicate slowness.
He began to move his whole head forward slowly, and it looked to the little girl as if her father were about to bury his face in her sweet crotch.
His tongue got further out of his mouth as it approached the oozing flesh, and again the man tensed the muscle.
He made the tip of his tongue pointy, and Michele could tell he was going to plunge his tongue deep into her soaking wet cooze.
She felt the stiff tip of his tongue touch her inner labia, and quickly work its way between those parted lips which surrounded her glorious hole of wanton womanhood.
Michele closed her knees a little bit so that she was hugging at her father's ears rather snugly.
He could feel the flesh on the insides of her smooth slim thighs touching the sides of his face like two feminine pillows.
"Lick it, lick it, lick it," Michele said over and over again.
She was still tossing her head wildly from side to side.
Her black hair, still wet from the strange baptism she had been given in the white water of Oatka Creek, was flying up in the air, landing across her beautiful reddened kisser like tiny black threads of silk.
She had to blow out her cheeks, and blow hair from between her rippling lips to keep those locks of hair from falling in her hungry mouth.
Michele could tell that she was rapidly approaching orgasm.
She could feel a magic spot forming within her at the top of her inner cunt wall very close to the mouth of her womb.
There was a spot near her dimpled cervix that needed to be stroked very badly as she squirmed on the sun drenched flat rock in the center of the creek.
She knew that her father's tongue was not long enough to reach that spot deep within her throbbing quim hole.
That satisfaction would have to come with the penetration of Daddy's ten inch wad of thick pulsating cock meat. That was what would make her come vaginally.
The focus of Daddy's tongue attention would inevitable be her clit, which was stimulated by Daddy's tongue with more intensity than any other way of giving her pleasure.
She could see that her father had lifted his hips off the rock, and had moved his weight onto his knees.
She could see that he was spinning his hips in tiny circles, and she knew that he was getting aroused again.
Even though she couldn't see his prick from her viewpoint she knew that the blood was pumping back into it.
She suspected that he was already fully erect, and she knew that his penis would be more than ready to give her absolute pleasure when it came time for them to fuck for the first time of the day.
Marvin kept his tongue stiff and worked it as deep into her cunt as he could, moving the tip upward, and back and forth.
This gentle internal movement of Daddy's tongue was tugging on the folds of flesh at the top of the girl's pussy.
Since all of the folds of flesh in that part of Michele's cunt were connected, this was indirectly stimulating her clitoris.
The little girl's love button was pulsating visibly, and she could tell that her father would not have to lick at the center of her womanly pleasure for very long before she would have a mind-crunching orgasm that would make her scream aloud as if she were in horrible pain.
Marvin moved his nose a little to one side as he strained to get his tongue as deep as possible into his daughter.
He wanted to avoid bending the sensitive tip of his nose of Michele's ever-moving bearded pubic bone.
Her hips were moving up and down quite rapidly, and Marvin could tell he would have to move his position or risk getting slapped in his handsome face by his lovely daughter's spread slab of dripping raw meat.
He worked his tongue back and forth so that it felt as if he were fucking her with a very small penis.
But the tongue was not enough to satisfy little Michele internally, and she found she needed his tongue on her clit worse than she had needed it in a very long time, still whimpering with frustration.
"Oh God, Daddy, make me come. I can't stand the pressure in my pussy for a second longer," Michele said.
Daddy began to feel pity on the little girl, and he could tell that he had moved her to the rim of ecstasy.
Marvin could tell that his mouth would not have to work very hard at all to tip her over that edge into bliss.
Marvin knew that making Michele come was not a matter of brute force at all, but rather a technique that involved a series of subtle caresses enhanced by the timing that came from being an experienced lover.
"Lick my clit, Daddy! Oh God, please lick my clit. Lick it as hard and fast as you can. I wanna COME!" Michele screamed out, her high-pitched little girl voice echoing through the trees that surrounded their private spot on two sides.
Marvin pulled his tongue out of Michele's cunt and placed his forefinger at the very top of her pussy slit.
He then pressed on a wet spot above her clit, and drew back her love button's foreskin until the tip of his finger was pressed against the base of her pubic bone tightly, and her clitoris was exposed.
The man then placed the tip of his tongue right on her clit and held it perfectly still for what seemed to the little girl to be an excruciatingly long time.
She figured that an eternity had passed before her Father began to wiggle the tip of his tongue against her clit.
She could feel the rumblings, deep tremors, within her, and she could tell that her climax was going to be a big one.
Marvin moved the tip of his tongue very slowly at first, keeping the contact with his daughter's clitoris as light as possible.
But he gently increased the pressure of his tongue and the speed of his movement as Michele felt the explosions starting within her hips.
She could feel the muscles on the inside of her cunt spasm wildly and natural lubricating juice gushed from the base of her cunt, dripped right through the crack of her ass, and spilled onto the hot surface of the sun baked flat rock.
"I'm c-c-coming!" Michele screamed out, her voice so heightened and elongated by her passion that Marvin could barely understand her words.
He stopped rolling her clitoris around in a circle and used the flat part of his tongue to lick back and forth across that ball of pink ecstasy.
Michele could feel the pleasure moving down her legs all the way to her tightly clenched chubby little toes.
The pleasure rolled up her spine like a clap of thunder.
She could feel her climax at the base of her skull.
The pleasure entered her brain with a swarm of joy.
Her orgasm made her head feel as if it were filled with hornets.
There were a thousand insects buzzing within her skull.
"I'M C-C-COMING!" she yelled out, and she sounded as if she were being tortured by a masked sadist.
She could feel her mind spinning wildly with the pleasure.
She felt dizzy, as if the rock were actually afloat and moving rapidly toward the larger stream only a few feet away.
She had her eyes closed as tightly as they would go.
Her eyelids were barely visible and her forehead was creased.
Her mouth opened wide and her jaw dropped low as she screamed.
Her cry of ecstasy started out very low, as if it were coming from the bit of her stomach, and rose slowly in pitch.
By the end of that scream her cry sounded as if it could only be picked up by a pack of nomadic canines.
Marvin could tell that her orgasm was at its peak.
So he pushed his face a little tighter against her cunt.
He drew his tongue back and puckered his lips-He wrapped his lips around her spasming clit, and the swollen, pink, wet surrounding tissues with fatherly gingerness.
The man then began to suck on her clit, drawing in his cheeks, getting the top of her pussy slit deep inside his mouth.
He parted his lips enough so that he could suck her clit and flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across it at the same time.
He let go of her clitoris foreskin and used both of his arms to tightly hug his daughter by the thighs, This way he could move his head with the flow of her hips and decrease the risk of getting a bloody nose of her bone-hard mound.
He continued to suck and lick until he could tell that his little girl's climax was completely over.
The orgasm seemed like It went on for a very long time to Michele because her sense of time was altered by the intensity of the blissful signals her nervous system was sending. But she felt the convulsions diminishing, and her muscles relaxed as the deep warmth of her afterglow filled her petite yet shapely torso.
Michele moaned deeply and continued to move her hips slowly as her orgasm ended, and her father slowly pulled his face out of her crotch.
He placed his chin on her inverted triangle of pubic hair and smiled at Michele, looking at her face between her heaving huge breasts.
She looked at his face and broke into a happy grin.
The grin turned naturally into a tiny giggle of amusement.
"What's so funny, sweetheart?" Marvin asked, running the palms of his hands lightly up and down the inside of her thighs.
"I think you look very cute when your lips and chin are covered with my cunt juice," Michele said sweetly.
"What's so funny about that?" Marvin asked, pulling his hands away from her thighs and placing them on her tits.
"It's just that your chin gets all shiny. Is my cunt really that greasy. It looks like you just ate a bucket of fried chicken."
It was Marvin's turn to laugh, and he rolled his fingertips lightly over Michele's nipples that were still hard as twin pebbles. "Why don't you lick my face clean, if you think it is so funny?" Marvin said, turning up one corner of his mouth.
"I think that is the best idea I've heard in a long time, Daddy," Michele said holding her arms out toward him.
She caressed his cheek and he moved his whole body so that he was sprawled directly on top of the little girl.
The flat rock did not make the softest bed in the world, but Michele didn't even notice that it was rough on her elbows and the back of her head.
She felt too good about having her huge father laying directly on top of her to worry about minor discomforts.
He moved his face so that it was very close to Michele's.
She could feel his cock, and she verified her suspicion that it was erect and ready to fuck hard and long.
His prick was pinned between their lower bellies. Michele could feel that cock throbbing against her abdomen.
Michele began to lick hungrily at her father's handsome face the second she could reach it with her tongue.
She used the flat part of his tongue to lick her own honey from his lips, cheeks, and square chin, where it was thickest.
She loved the taste of her own cunt juice, and Marvin waited until his face was as clean as a whistle before offering his own tongue.
This cleansing process turned naturally into a soulful kiss, and Michele could tell that the ache in her inner pussy would not have to wait much longer to get appeased by Daddy's long thick cock.
The man pulled his face away from hers a little bit when the passionate kiss was over, and then moved his mouth to her shell-like ear.
He blew a little moist air into her ear, which made the little girl shiver with delight and gyrate her hips.
He nibbled lightly at her unpierced earlobe and then explored the inside of her ear with his curious tongue.
"I want to fuck you now, little girl," Marvin said.
"I want you to fuck me now, too, Daddy. I want you in me all the way."
"With one come under my belt I should be able to fuck for a long time before I have to worry about my next come."
"I know that you will make me come many times before you are through fucking my hot cunt, Daddy."
"I will, sweetheart," Marvin said, and moved his hands so that the palms were flat on the rock, one hand pressing on either side of Michele's brown slim shoulders.
Michele's skin had been dried from her dunk in the cool waters of Oatka Creek, but that moisture had been replaced by the perspiration of Michele's intense desire for throbbing cock meat.
She pointed her knees at opposite poles so that her Daddy would have an easy time getting his cock into her.
The man straightened his arms so that his elbows were locked in the straight position and only Michele's long hard nipples were touching the thick rug of black hair that covered the man's broad chest.
He looked as if he were about to do push-ups at that point.
He moved his hips so that the tip of his cock slid downward on Michele's belly and rested in the center of her pubies.
He readjusted his position once again and Michele could feel the tip of his cock touching her swollen pussy flesh for the first time that day.
She thought about how far her inner cunt lips were going to have to stretch for Daddy to get the bulbous head of his cock between them.
She knew that he would stretch her tight and fill her up with his awesome lance of fuck power.
MacIntyre supported the weight of his upper body with his left arm alone and reached back with his right hand.
He took the shaft of his throbbing cock in his right hand and gave his prick a tight squeeze for a moment.
Marvin wanted to make sure that his cock was as hard as it could be, and was satisfied completely with, his erection.
He used that hand to guide the tip of his prick, sliding his purple glans slowly up and down Michele's parted poontang.
He rubbed his piss hole against Michele's clit which made her let out a sharp cry of absolute pleasure.
He rolled her love button in a circle using only the tip of his cock for a long time and then pushed the prick downward.
The ache in the little girl's clit had been ail but appeased by the licking she had just received from her Daddy's tongue.
But the ache inside her, the yearning at the magic spot near the mouth of her womb, was worse than ever.
Her body knew that it was about to be penetrated deeply, and Michele responded by turning into a wanton cat in heat.
Marvin moved the head of his cock until it was pressed against the inner lips of Michele's dripping cunt.
The second he had his cock in the right position, and at the right angle for penetration, Marvin began to push downward with his hips.
Michele pointed her toes in a ladylike manner, and lifted her feet up off the warm surface of the flat rock.
She raised her legs up in the air, straightening her knees, but keeping her thighs very far apart.
For a moment the little girl was making a perfect "vee" with her legs, her toes pointing at the sky.
The only part of her legs that were touching her father at that moment was the insides of her thighs.
Michele then bent at the knees and turned her toes inward, crossing her ankles at the small of his back.
The little girl placed the palms of her hands in the center of Marvin Madison's strong back and caressed him.
She used her long red fingernails to lightly scratch at the patch of skin between his shoulder blades.
She placed the insides of her arms at the sides of his neck so she would be able to hug her father with her arms and her legs at the same time.
Michele could feel her inner cunt lips opening until they could open no further.