Frank Brown - Wild naughty daughter

"What about when I made the football team?" Mark said. "That was big, wasn't it?"

Mom went on talking as if she hadn't even heard Mark. "My daughter is capable of handling any job. She'll do whatever is necessary to be the best salesgirl Lipman's has ever had, and to make us proud of her, and that's that!" Mom marched out of the kitchen and a few moments later was cooing into the hallway phone, "Martha, you'll never guess what my Sally did today!"

Dad mulled over his soup bowl without eating, as if he'd lost his appetite.

Sally had to run to the restroom and shit twice after getting to work the next morning. Her excitement and anxiety over her first official day as sales clerk in Sporting Goods had her intestines all squirmy. As she dropped her turds in the toilet, she remembered Mr. Lipman begging her for her shit yesterday morning, and she thought she must have imagined it. In fact, she was beginning to wonder if the shock of getting this job hadn't made her temporarily insane yesterday so she'd hallucinated all that had happened in Mr. Lipman's office lounge and maybe even in the fitting room. She did have Rick Johnson's jockstrap at home though, didn't she, safely locked away in her dresser drawer? How had she got hold of that if Rick hadn't given it to her? Still, just to convince herself that she hadn't imagined everything, she decided to check out the fitting room first thing after she finished up in the restroom.

She didn't get the chance. The store had officially opened for the day, and a customer came into the Sporting Goods Department just as she was returning there from the restroom.

"May I help you?" she asked, immediately uneasy about the young man. He was dressed in blue denim from neck to ankles, with boots on his feet and a motorcycle helmet over his head. A polaroid visor over the front of the helmet allowed her to see her reflection but not his face. She had a premonition of him pulling a gun on her and demanding all the money in the cash register.

"Yeah," he grunted, his voice extremely deep. "I wanna try on these duds." He snatched some tennis shorts off the nearest hanger.

"The fitting rooms are right over there," Sally said, more uneasy than ever now. The young man was disguising his voice, trying to put on some kind of accent while at the same time keeping the tone unnaturally low.

He nodded, the overhead lights glinting off the shiny black helmet. Before he entered the fitting room Rick Johnson had entered yesterday, he glanced over his shoulder, flashing her with his mirror-like visor.

Sally wasn't sure what to do. She wished Cleo were here. What would Cleo do in a situation like this? Sally remembered that whenever a male customer went into that fitting room yesterday, Cleo would slip into the adjacent women's fitting room. Sometimes she would remain in there, sometimes she'd come back out just a few moments later. After Cleo had come back from lunch yesterday, Sally had tried to ask about the fitting rooms in an indirect way, but in a way in which her meaning was clear. Cleo had smiled mysteriously and told Sally that there were things about this job she'd have to learn for herself, and that there were things that were never, never talked about in this store. She told Sally that she must learn to keep her eyes open and her mouth shut.

Sally slipped into the women's fitting room and lacked the door. Even in here she could hear the music blasting away, much louder than in the other parts of the store. She whisked aside the curtain and spotted the small door at waist height. Her heart was slamming. Dare she open it? Her question was answered for her when she heard three soft knocks on the small door and saw the door move slightly. She dropped to her knees, and turned the tiny knob.

As she swung the door open, she had to jerk her head out of the way to keep from getting rammed in the face by a big naked cock. The cock smelled sweaty and was throbbing. A drop of lube oozed from the pisshole. It wasn't as huge as Rick Johnson's cock, but it was big enough to make Sally wide-eyed at its size. Her face flushed with heat and she started to tremble. Moaning, she started to kiss the big cock all over. She kissed the big sweaty balls too. Then she started to lick.

"Ohhhh, mannnn!" sighed the young man. "Suck that cock!" In his excitement, he no longer disguised his voice, and Sally recognized it immediately as the voice of her brother.

She lapped up and down his wiggling cock, her mind whirling with both excitement and indecision. This was Mark's cock! Her own brother was standing in that other booth, feeding her his fuckmeat through this window! How could he dare do such a thing? How did she dare, knowing now who he was, have sex with him? She thought about what a terrible, sinful criminal thing they were both doing. She thought about all the times she'd watched him through the bedroom keyhole and had salivated when she'd seen the cum spurt out of his big hard cock. Heck, in her imagination she'd been having sex with him for years! This was only the natural, the necessary, next step. She wrapped her hand around his big swollen nut sac, wrapped her lips round his prickhead, and swallowed his cock down to the balls.

"Ohhh, yeahhhhh!" Mark moaned. "Blow that big mother! Mmmnn, use your tongue!" He strained his hips toward the hole, working his stiff fucker in and out of her throat, in and out of her mouth.

Sally slid her swollen, wet lips up and down his cock in a tight ring. She flapped her tongue all over, licking especially hard at the back of Mark's cockhead, in the place where Rick Johnson had enjoyed getting licked so much. Mark gasped, his cock flexing in her mouth, pumping out small spurts of warm fucklube.

"Mmn, baby, you're gonna make me come! Stop, huh, so I can fuck you." He slowly, hesitantly eased his cock out of Sally's mouth.

Sally could tell he wanted to shoot his cum down her throat almost as badly as he wanted to fuck her. She hungered for his cum, but she wanted to fuck him too. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tingling in her lips as the last few inches of hot cock were drawn out between them. His prick throbbed up and down, dripping and gleaming with her spit.

"Turn around," Mark whispered. "Show me your bare ass."

Sally had no trouble doing that. As yesterday, she wore nothing under her green dress – no bra, no panties and she had only to hitch up the short skirt to present her brother with her completely naked ass.

"Press it to the hole," he said shakily. "And bend over."

Sally braced her hands on her knees as she bent over and pressed her naked ass and cunt to the open window. She could hear. Mark breathing like an obscene phone caller. His hot fingers pinched and pulled on her asscheeks. His thumbs spread her puffed-up cunt-flaps.

"Oh shit, oh baby!" Mark groaned as he kissed her ass and cunt. He nuzzled her asscrack and cunt-slit. Then he started to lick, as if she had honey running out of her asshole and cunt. "Mmn, mmmm!"

His long tongue swiped up and down her sexy furrows licking up her sweat and female fluids.

Sally's eyes rolled with pleasure as she fed her crotch to her brother. She couldn't help rubbing her ass in tight little circles against the hole. Her face was burning up in her excitement.

"Lick!" she whispered. "Oh lick, suck, oh God!"

Mark slurped, sounding like a pig at a slop trough. He glued his mouth to her asshole and sucked hard. He pressed his lips between her pussylips and sucked again, vacuuming the heat and moisture and female scents out of her body. He shoved his tongue up her crotch and licked her out wildly. Then he quickly moved to her asshole and rammed his tongue up it, growling as he licked out the crevice of her shitter.

Sally had to bite her lips to keep from squealing. Tingles streamed through her loins. The fuckjuice dribbled from her cunt and down her legs. Mark took one last tongue-swipe at her cunt, then rose up behind her and started to rub his searing cockhead up and down her cunt and asscrack.