Frank Brown: Wild naughty daughter

He started humping frantically, driving his cock in and out of her asshole with rapid, sharp thrusts.

"Mnnn, I love this!" Sally sighed.

She wiggled her ass and began to ride, making Mark's cock slide in and out of her with long smooth strokes. His wild humping made his cock quiver and jerk inside her, giving her asshole added pleasure. As she slipped up and down on his cock, she stuffed three fingers up her cunt, finger fucking herself as she ass-fucked her brother.

"I'm gonna come quick," she whispered. "Oh God!"

Mark leaned forward so he could grab Sally's ass and feel it as he fucked his cock with it. "Man, what a sight! Look at my cock slide in and out of your asshole! Shit, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life!"

Sally rotated her ass, screwing it up and down on Mark's rigid cock. She twisted and jerked her fingers in and out of her cunt, sending a delicious fuck-itch through her loins as Mark's cock rubbed the same sort of feeling into her asshole and bowels. She grunted as she jerked up and down, her tits flapping, her head tossing from side to side. Cum and pussycream ran from her finger fucked crotch-hole, dripping onto Mark's balls and the bench.

"What a juicy fucking asshole!" Mark gasped. "Oh shit, I'm gonna make it even juicer!"

He rammed his cock up into her, trying to bring himself off.

Sally was ready to explode. Every cell of her body strained with fuck-tension. Her nipples were about to split open. She felt itchy tingles in her fingers and toes. She jerked up and down, ramming her fingers in and out of her cunt, fucking Mark's cock again and again and again with her tight, sucking asshole. Mark's cock shook inside her, began to flex. Sally closed her eyes and felt the spasms beginning in her loins. As the first orgasmic contraction caused her to gasp, Mark gasped with her and shot his first spurt of cum up her asshole. They moaned together, their coupled fuckmeat contracting and quivering with pleasure.

"Shoot it all in me!" Sally moaned. "Oh Mark, oh God!" She screwed her tight asshole up and down around his pulsing, spurting cock, nearly skinning it as her asshole contracted again and again, sucking, clutching.

Mark grunted like a bull, writhing on the bench, humping his cock up into Sally's asshole and pumping her full of his cum.

"Ohhhhh man, this is it! Fuck!"

Sally rode him until his cock softened inside her, until every throb of orgasmic sensation had been milked out of her loins. Then she slowly got up off him and found her shorts.

Mark lay there with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. By the time he finally opened them, Sally was dressed.

"Where you going, Sis?"

"To bed, so I can go to work in the morning."

"Before you go look up there on the shelf." He pointed.

Sally saw two motorcycle helmets, one of them reflecting light from its mirrored visor. "New helmet, huh?"

She left the garage without another word. Behind her, Mark was laughing.

Over the next two weeks, Sally went on two more evening dates with Rick Johnson. On both those dates he took her to the same secluded place in the country and banged her ass good. Instead of fucking her in the car, however, be spread her out face-down on a blanket on the ground and humped her ass savagely, crushing her with his full weight. His wild fucking frightened Sally as much as it excited her, but she always managed to live through his attack, returning home tingling all over – only to find her brother Mark waiting for her so he could bang her asshole again in the garage.

She'd been seeing a lot of Mark lately. Now that she and Mark had openly admitted their lust for each other, Mark wouldn't leave her alone. He sneaked into her bedroom every night for a blowjob or a quick fuck. Often, before breakfast or supper, the two of them would couple again. Instead of Mark hauling out his girlie magazines and whacking off, he'd haul Sally into his bedroom and work his cock off in her throat, or up her cunt, or up her asshole. At times, Sally felt as if she were being used like some kind of sex toy, but then she always realized that any pleasure she gave to Mark, she got back in return. In fact, half the time it was she who sought out Mark for sex before he came to her. The two of them were becoming more and more daring. They'd slept together three times, returning to separate bedrooms just before dawn. Sometimes Sally thought of them as Romeo and Juliet.

The job at Lipman's was working out better than anything Sally had ever imagined. Word was slowly spreading about the new daytime salesgirl in Sporting Goods, and slow mornings gave way to mornings so busy that Sally wondered how much longer she could handle them alone. More and more boys from school wandered in, always buying a new jockstrap, or shorts, or an athletic jersey, always something they had to try on before buying it. Sally not only had, her hands full, she had her mouth full, and her cunt, and her ass. A lot of the boys she serviced had had blowjobs before, had fucked cunts, but most of them had never fucked a girl's asshole, so Sally took pleasure in working her asshole onto their cocks and letting them bugger her. If she was pressed for time, ass-fucking their cocks was a sure way to bring them off almost before they got started humping. She had a hot, tight, hard-sucking asshole, and she was getting more and more talented with it everyday. One day she finished letting a boy bugger her and stepped out of her booth to find three other boys lined up and waiting for her ass. She feared that any day now things would be getting out of hand.

Then, at the beginning of Sally's third week at Lipman's, George Lipman showed up one morning, his fat hands on the backs of two new girls, whom he introduced to Sally as Linda and Margie. He wanted her to train them. She'd done such a good job – day sales in Sporting Goods had more than doubled since she'd been hired that more salesgirls would be needed to handle all the new customers. Sally had a magic touch, George Lipman told the new girls, and he hoped some of that magic would rub off on them. During her noon break, Sally was to report to him in his office.

"You wouldn't believe what happened to us in his office," said Margie the moment George Lipman was gone. She blushed very red, but it was obvious she was dying to talk about her and Linda's encounter with Mr. Lipman.

"He told us not to talk about confidential stuff," Linda said. "Or we'd be fired. Remember?"

Margie turned even redder. "My God, I forgot."

"There are many things we don't talk about here at Lipman's," Sally said. "And there's a lot to learn about this job, some of it that you'll have to find out on your own. Let's get to work. By the way, nice new dresses you two are wearing."

"Gifts of Mr. Lipman," Linda said, beaming.

"We got bonus checks too," said Margie.

"How much?" said Sally.

"A hundred dollars each," said Linda. "Can you believe it?"

Sally smiled, pleased with herself. Her own initial bonus check had been five-hundred dollars. Mr. Lipman obviously valued her much more.

Margie and Linda showed what kind of giddy schoolgirls they were when the boys started showing up. Sally had to remind them several times that they'd been hired to work, not to stand around flirting and giggling like a couple of street girls. She let them tend the cash register and straighten the shelves while she went into the women's fitting room to "tidy things up", as she told them. By mid-morning Sally had given three blowjobs and had been fucked in the cunt and asshole four times each, and Margie and Linda were getting suspicious.

"What are you always going in the dressing room for?" Linda asked.

"I told you," Sally said, smirking. "To tidy things up. That room is such a mess. I don't know when I'll ever get it back into shape."