Frank Brown - Wild naughty daughter

"Ohbhh!" Sally cooed, ready to go out of her mind, every cell of her body vibrating as Mark's red-hot cockmeat smeared her fucklube up and down her hot, quivering furrows. "Ohhhh fuck me, God fuck me!"

Her bare toes wriggled in her shoes, and she pried the shoes off. The moment she was barefoot, she could no longer stand having her dress on either, so she pulled it off over her head, letting her naked tits hang freely in the cool air.

Mark forced her cuntlips wide apart with his thumbs and pressed his cockhead between them. Sally wanted to whine, she was so hot. Her cunt kept contracting, trying to suck Mark's cock inside it.

"Shove it in!" she moaned. "Screw my cunt!"

Mark let her cuntlips close around his cockhead. She braced herself for his thrust. He didn't thrust, though, just slipped his cock into her to the hilt, let it slide in smoothly, let her hungry crotch devour it. They moaned in unison as their fuckmeat coupled. Mark's cock throbbed inside her like a hard, cylindrical heart, the tip of it kissing the mouth of her womb. He slid it most of the way back out and plunged it back in. They both moaned again from the itchy friction of their hot, juicy fucking.

Sally felt like dancing, and she did in a way, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as Mark screwed her, wiggling her toes, raising up and down on them. She cooed, the pleasure whirling through her loins as she churned her ass, working her, tight, sucking cunt around Mark's rapidly thrusting cock. His big prick plunged, sending fuck-tingles to the tips of Sally's toes and to the hair-roots in her scalp. Each time Mark thrust, his cock was like an electrified prod that sent a current of pleasure into Sally's body. Her insides were melting. She became drugged on pleasure, helpless to do anything but wiggle her ass and moan as Mark rammed her again and again and again.

The wall between the booths vibrated. Mark grunted as he thrust, carried away by his fucking. He muttered to himself, but Sally couldn't make out his words, just that their tone was that of pained pleasure. His long cock plunged in and out, its head probing deeper inside her until it was popping in and out of the mouth of her womb. Sally groaned, wishing he could fuck her so deep that his cock would come out of her mouth.

She was getting close. She would be coming at any moment. Her loins felt tight, like a balloon about to burst. Her ass had swelled, and her tits. Her cuntlips felt splitting-tight, and her entire cunthole streamed with fiery tingles.

"Fuck me!" she grunted, churning her ass, grinding her contracting, sucking cunt around and around her brother's hard-slamming cock.

"Fuck me, oh God, fuck me!"

"Yeahhhhh!" Mark growled. He thrust so hard that his hipbones cracked against the wall. "Yeah, oh fuck yeahhh!"

"Shoot it!" Sally gasped. "Oh please!" Every cell of her body was set to explode with pleasure. Her cunt clutched hard, as if trying to skin Mark's cock. She felt the first flickers of orgasm in the pit of her cunt. Her entire womb was contracting.

Mark's cock flexed so hard that it nearly lifted Sally off her feet. His cum streamed into her. He groaned deeply, then gasped, whimpered. "Oh Jesus, oh shut!"

Spurt, spurt, spurt – his hot cum filled her. Sally grabbed her tits and squeezed, writhing as her orgasm gnawed through her crotch, through her loins, through every part of her naked young body. She gasped with each spurt of sizzling cum into her, with each spastic contraction in her loins. She could feel both her cunt and asshole squeezing rhythmically. She churned her ass, vacuuming the cum out of her thrusting, gasping brother.

"Mmmn, ohhhh yessss!" she cooed, feeling the hot jism splash deep inside her. "Oh baby, give it to me!" She worked her ass in tight circles until her spasms began to subside and Mark's cock softened slightly inside her. As he withdrew his cock, Sally moaned, completely satisfied.

She had to brace herself to keep from collapsing. She felt like stretching flat out on the floor and completely letting go, letting the waves of relaxation and drowsiness overwhelm her. She lowered herself to her knees and turned to face the window. Mark was pulling up his jeans, stuffing his big, cum-frosted cock inside them. He still wore his denim jacket and the black helmet on his head, his face hidden by the polaroid visor.

He brushed his fingertips over Sally's lips as she pressed her hot face to the hole.

"You're good," he mumbled, trying to disguise his voice again. "I'll be back."

He unlocked his door and pushed out of it, leaving the tennis shorts hanging in the fitting room.

By the time Sally had put herself and the women's fitting room back together, Mark was nowhere to be seen. Sally felt self-conscious as she returned to the counter, sure that what she had done with Mark was written all over her face. A mother and her young son were browsing between some shelves, the boy loudly pointing out the merits of various baseballs bats.

They paid no attention to Sally, however, so obviously hadn't been aware of anything unusual happening. How could they have heard anything, with the music blasting like a rock concert? They paid for their purchases a few minutes later. Sally half-shouted, "Thank you," and watched the boy carry off his new baseball bat. The moment they were gone, she went to the men's fitting rooms, to do some exploring.

All the booths were identical, with the exception of the one adjacent the first women's fitting room. This booth was slightly larger, and had two sturdy wooden pegs set high into the wall with the small window. There was no curtain covering this wall, and the window was detectable upon close inspection. The door that blocked shut the window was set flush with the paneled wall, and so blended in with the wall that a person would have to be looking for it to see it. Sally tried to push open the door from this side, but found it securely latched. She looked up at the pegs above her head, wondering about them for a minute before she figured out that Mark had probably grasped the pegs for balance and for something to hold onto while he'd fucked her. She could still smell Mark's sexy, sweaty scent in the booth, and she reached up under her dress to give her cunt a squeeze. Some of Mark's cum oozed out of her and into her hand, and she licked it off. She would have jerked herself off, but she heard the signal-chime outside and quickly went out, carrying the tennis shorts Mark had never tried on.

The bottom nearly feel out of her stomach. Her mother, beaming, was leading five other church-women into the department. All the women were babbling simultaneously, her mother the loudest.

"Here she is, girls, here she is – my very own daughter! How are you, dear? Everything going all right? I'm sure it is."

Sally stood by helplessly as the women looked her over as if to verify that she was Sally Myers, living and breathing, and not a fake plastic imitation. One of the women commented that Sally's dress was a little scanty, wasn't it, whereupon Sally's mother gave the woman an indignant glance and told her that if she didn't like Sally's dress, she should go complain to Mr. Lipman, because he personally had chosen the dress for Sally and had given it to her to wear as her uniform for the job. This shut the woman up as if she'd been charged by the Reverend Rockford himself with blaspheming the Lord. "Can't you turn down the music a bit, dear?" Mom asked.

"It's lovely music, but we can hardly hear ourselves speak."

"No," Sally lied. "It's controlled by a computer or something."

"But it's not this loud in other parts of the store," Mom said. "Not in the ladies' departments anyway. Why so loud in the men's?"

"The computer sets it different in each department," Sally said. "Mr. Lipman's idea, I think. The loud music must help sell baseball bats or something. Men must like loud music."