Harry Stevens
Hot to trot daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Sally Powell arched back, expecting something to happen from the rigid tongue in her cunt. She was sitting on Gordy's face, letting him eat her out to the ultimate. But nothing very much was happening for her. It had been a dry run so far.

"I think you'd better fuck me," Sally called down to the slurping Gordy.

Gordy had trouble hearing her. Sally's thighs were pressed against his ears. Besides, his mouth was too full of pussy for him to reply.

Sally became impatient. "Damn you, Gordy," she snapped, "this is no free lunch. You give it to me the way I want it, or I'll find somebody who can. There are plenty of other guys around who'd give anything to make it with me."

On the verge of striking out with the only chick he knew who would put out for him, Gordy finally listened. Reluctantly, his pussy-juice-smeared face emerged from the well of Sally's tawny thighs.

"Aw, shit, Sis," he sighed, "I thought we could do the whole trip before I got around to slipping my dick into you. We ought to save the best for last. We've got all day. Mom and Dad won't be home until late tonight."

Suddenly nervous, Sally glanced at the clock. Although there was plenty of time before their mother and father returned, she didn't like to be reminded of them. Not that they were bad parents. It was just the feelings Gordy's mention of them aroused in her. It was all so complicated.

What would Mom and Dad do if they discovered that Sally regularly got it on with her brother? Raise the roof, undoubtedly. And yet, there was more to it than that. Subtract Mom from the situation and Sally was even more emotionally at sea. If it was just Dad who found out, Sally knew that she would wind up blurting out her true feelings. For it was really not her brother she was hot for. At some time during the confrontation she realized that she would not be able to restrain herself from telling her father that it was actually he that she yearned to fuck.

Nobody knew Sally's secret but herself. Who could she tell?

Occasionally she considered sending a letter to Dear Abby or Ann Landers asking for advice. But, when she imagined the probable answer, she quickly dropped the idea. "Dear Daddy's Girl," it would say. "You must seek help at once. Your clergyman, a social worker, a trusted school teacher…" Blah-blah-blah. The typical adult crap. No thanks, Sally always concluded.

Sally could just picture it. "Mr. Johnson, I hope you don't mind that this doesn't have anything to do with geometry," she would approach the only teacher she could stand, "but I have this uncontrollable urge to get it on with my father. At night I lay awake imagining what his big dick would feel like inside my tight pussy." If she tried something like that, the next morning she'd wake up looking out at the world through the bars of an institution.

So Sally was forced to deal with her problem on her own. And the next best thing to her father was her brother. At least when she looked into Gordy's face she could see a lot of Dad. And it didn't seem out of line to assume that her brother must have inherited his huge cock from their father.

"Come on, Gordy," Sally urged, "get on top of me. I want to feel your prick in my cunt. Please fuck me."

"You really want it bad today, don't you, Sis?" Gordy smirked from between the frame of his sister's spread thighs.

Sally felt like telling him to go straight to hell, but bit her tongue. For the fact was, Gordy had it right on the money. She did want it bad. So, instead of letting her mouth get her in trouble, Sally replied by grasping her brother's stiff prick with her hand and tantalizingly drawing the foreskin back and forth over the fiery head.

When Sally finally spoke, it was to huskily chant, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Gordy got the message and stopped playing it cute. Slipping out from under his sister's crotch, Gordy rolled over and knelt between Sally's long legs. His cock was straight out in front of him, ten inches of twitching meat. At the tip was a tiny pearl of lubrication. His egg-sized balls were tightly encased in their smooth sac, already preparing to fire their creamy cum.

Placing his hands inside the crooks of Sally's knees, Gordy drew her legs up and apart until there was a fleshy corridor to her cunt – a cunt that was lusciously gaping. The silken blonde hair curled at the puffy sides, melting into pink lips that parted in a juicy invitation. At the center was an open gash that looked as if it were filled with peppermint candy.

"Are you ever going to get around to fucking me, or are you one of these freaks who just likes to look?" Sally chided sarcastically.

Gordon rolled his eyes in obvious appreciation of his sister's female charms, pleasing Sally in spite of her impatience to get it on.

"You're something else," he said with genuine sincerity. "You really spoil it for me when it comes to all the other chicks at school. You're the best."

Sally liked a compliment as much as anybody, even if she knew that Gordy couldn't get to first base with any other girl but her. Giggling at her brother's kind words, she wriggled her ass and flexed her open cunt toward his straining hard-on. When she saw his eyes bulge and his prick jump with excitement, Sally couldn't resist placing her fingertips over the ridges of her twat and pulling the sides so far apart that it seemed as if her pussy would suck Gordy's cock inside under its own power.

"Put it in, baby brother," Sally crooned. "Put your big prick in my cunt and fuck me until I scream."

Gordy fell forward, his swollen dick appearing to capsize the rest of his lean, teenage body. Penetration was immediate, the knotty head of his cock surging up the moist canal of her hot fuckhole. When Sally felt her brother's soft balls rubbing against the bottom of her crotch, she automatically began squirming her ass, giving back as she was taking in a classic fucking motion.

His cock had become so soft that she easily closed her lips over the whole thing and nuzzled his balls. He felt her warm spit engulfing his wilted cock from the head to the root, but although it was a pleasant sensation, nothing happened at first. Gordy knew, however, that his sister was anything but a quitter. If anybody could get his cock hard again, it was Sally. Sometimes he thought she could give a statue a hard-on.

While she sucked her brother's cock from stem to stem, Sally cupped his nuts with one hand and slipped the fingers of the other into the sweaty crevice of his ass. Sally knew all the tricks to liven up a reluctant prick. Squeeze the balls. Probe the asshole. And, most of all, don't stop sucking.

Gordy had a hot flash and started to sweat. There was a funny feeling deep in his asshole. His loins twitched and his hips began to rotate slowly.

"You're getting hard, brother dear," Sally reported with a mouthful of growing dick.

Gordy moaned. His blood was rushing to his groin so fast that it made him dizzy.

"Mmmmmm, [missing text]." Sally continued to note his progress. She couldn't say more because the head of Gordy's cock was jammed deep in her throat now.

Pushing her brother flat on his back, Sally really went to work on him. Her lips became a red blur, pistoning up and down the throbbing shaft of Gordy's electrified prick. At the same time, her tits rubbed sensually against the sensitive inner part of her spread thighs. Although Sally's tits were not especially large, their flesh was unusually firm, and her erect nipples were nothing short of spectacular. "Oh, God, I admit it," Gordy groaned, "You've got me hard again! Like a rock! If you don't stop, I'm going to came right in your face!"

Sally pulled her mouth off of her brother's revived boner with a smack of her lips and a triumphant smile creasing her face.

"I don't like to be the kind of big sister who says I told you so," she purred, "but I told you so."

Gordy was hardly offended. His prick felt more alive than it had when he had fucked his sister in the cunt. Now, promised entry into the exquisite tightness of her asshole, he was chafing at the bit like a horny stallion.

"How do you want to do it?" Sally asked. "On my back or on all fours?"

"Get on your hands and knees," Gordy instructed. "Spread your cheeks so I can see everything. It really turns me on when you do that."

In an instant, Sally was positioned like a bitch in beat, her ass high in the air and her thighs spread apart. Then, reaching behind, she grasped the cheeks of her ass and pried them open so her exposed asshole and cunt were staring Gordy in the face.

What Gordy saw was female perfection. From the triangle of her pussy, wispy strands of silken hair climbed up the pink ravine of her buns like golden threads, ending in fuzzy down just beneath her tailbone. Not only was Sally's cunt an irresistible magnet, her cherry-red asshole begged just as insistently to be fucked. She was simply breathtaking.

Gordy moved forward, his dick straining. However, before he got down to the business of fucking his sister in the ass, he pushed his face between her buns and lapped his tongue from the base of her spine to her clit. On the way back up, the tip of his tongue lingered at her asshole, gently forcing its way inside about a quarter of an inch. Even with this slight insertion, the sweetness was mind-blowing.

Now the head of Gordy's cock replaced his tongue. He centered the fiery knob on the glistening rosebud of his sister's perfect asshole and gave a shove. Sally gave a little yelp as her brother's cock entered her narrowest opening, but the way she wiggled her hips made it clear that she wanted him to plunge deeper without delay.

With his thick tool in his hand, Gordy carefully fed inch after inch to his sister's cock-hungry asshole.

"Oh, more, more," Sally yipped after every push. "Mmmmm, that's it. It's starting to hurt. Hurt sooo gooood."

"It's halfway in, Sis," Gordy reported.

"All the way! The whole thing! Ram me, Gordy! I want every inch of your, strong cock in my ass!"

Gordy winced at her devil-may-care attitude. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me," he said through gritted teeth.

"I'm going to hold you to it!" Sally exalted.

"Do it!"

Gordy's hips buckled, rocketing his ass-locked prick forward. The remaining five inches disappeared inside his sister's bunghole as Sally bellowed from the wondrous pain.

This was the way she liked it best of all. If a cock was merely comfortable in her ass, then it wasn't enough. Most people get their kicks with a margin of safety, but Sally was just the opposite. She knew, for example, that ten inches of stiff prick crammed up her asshole was probably dangerous, but that was what made it worthwhile, to her way of thinking. If other people wanted to play it safe, that was their business.

As her brother fucked her ass to the absolute hilt, Sally reached between her legs and grabbed his balls. With expert fingers she stuffed them as well as she could into the yawning slash of her cunt. When Gordy's nuts were inside as far as they could go, Sally squeezed her cunt muscles and trapped them within, exerting incredible pressure.

Consumed by the fires of lust, Gordy grabbed his sister's tits, holding on to them if he were afraid she would buck him off her back. He didn't just squeeze Sally's tits, he bruised them. And then, with the erect nipples pinched between his thumbs and forefingers, he pulled the elastic buds of flesh until they were at least an inch in length.

Getting it three ways at once, Sally still screamed for more. She wanted the dick in her ass to split her in two. The smoldering balls in her cunt to ignite. The pinchers at her tits to rip her nipples off.

Yes, Sally was getting there. At long last she could feel the beginning stages of the climax she had been seeking ever since putting the make on her brother. There was that tell-tale tingling sensation marching across her loins like a small army of ants. It wouldn't be long. Finally, Sally was going to come.

As always, Sally was greedy. She wanted her climax to occur simultaneously with her brother's. It was always best to be pushed over the edge at the same time she was being swamped with hot, spurting jizz.

Driving, herself toward the finish line, Sally moved her body as though she were trying to shake her limbs from her torso. With every inch engulfed, Gordy's buried cock was whipsawed in her ass by Sally's wild movement. He could feel the cum rising in his loins as if his legs were hollow.

"I'm gonna come!" Gordy blurted. "I hope you're ready, Sis!"

"Just give me a few more seconds," Sally answered. "I'm almost there."

To hold her brother at bay, Sally stopped all movement, temporarily freezing her body. Left to her own devices, she gave herself the final push into the pit of orgasm, smashing the fat part of her thumb against her agitated clit and grinding until sparks seemed to fly.

"Now!" Sally shrieked with pulsing excitement. "Come in my ass! Fill me with your hot fizz! Oh, God, I'm ready!"

As her voice trailed off, Sally started moving again. As her hips thrashed from side to side, her torso bobbed up and down like a buoy in stormy surf. Zigging and zagging at the same time, her asshole seemed to tie her brother's buried cock into knots. His churning nuts became fireballs. It was time for brother and sister to come as one.

Gasping as if he had been kicked in the stomach, Gordy felt his cock explode with such force that the flesh seemed to curl up along the sides like the metal of the barrel of a backfiring pistol. However, his gasps were drowned out by his sister. Sally's screeching response to the scalding mass that flooded her ass was blood-curdling.

It the boiling cum in her guts was like molten lava, the effect of Sally's own climax was like thousands of needles poking into her skin. She wriggled, she jumped, she writhed and lurched. Breathless, her raw lungs were a vacuum. She was sweating bullets. She was gloriously perched on the highest mountaintop on earth.

And then, when her brother's cum finally stopped spurting, Sally came sliding down that mountaintop. She fell and fell, quickly plunging into a valley of velvet. There she languished in the lush afterglow of a superior fuck.

Through with their fucking and sucking, brother and sister curled up together, their faces nestled in each other's sticky crotches. As she drifted off to sleep, life was temporarily perfect for Sally. If only she could hold this moment forever.

Rut she would eventually wake up to the same old frustrations, the climax for which she had fought so hard gone with the. Wind. To make it worse, Gordy would be leaving for his basketball camp, absent for two weeks and depriving her of her most reliable safety valve. Give Sally Powell twenty-four hours and she would be on the verge of jumping out of her skin once again with horniness.

It's that way when a girl is so young and has the hots for her own father. You can relieve the itch for a while – but never permanently. Sooner or later you have to do something about the ache in your cunt.

Something drastic.