Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

Advancing toward her aunt with the stake-like dildo in a cross-handed grip, Sally moved in for the kill. There would be no restraint this time. The instant the far end of the dildo was centered with Aunt Jane's asshole, Sally rammed for all she was worth. So deeply did the dildo penetrate that she had to pull some of it out so she would have enough left to brutalize her own cock-hungry ass.

Now Sally fell on her back also, balancing herself on her shoulders with her uplifted legs resting against her aunt's. Reaching down, she found the puckering knot of her asshole with the free end of the dildo and stabbed herself as hard as she could. The passage within was swift and greasy. Quickly the cheeks of her ass were bumping against Aunt Jane's, with only a narrow band of black rubber showing between the two women.

They lowered their legs, Sally's on the inside and her aunt's on the outside. Their hips began to move, jerking the dildo inside their asses. Their screams of joy filled the room.

They fucked and fucked, coming even harder than when they had had the dildo in their cunts. Rolling over repeatedly, the female lovers traveled to one side of the room and back again, the shared rubber cock, never ceasing its deep thrusts in their asses.

When the fucking finally slacked and exhaustion set in, Sally and her aunt shifted positions so they could fall asleep in one another's arms. Even then the dildo still connected them, emerging from the globes of their asses and bowing in a slimy arc from asshole to asshole.

After she closed her eyes and began to dream, what Sally had suspected all along was confirmed. She was in heaven.

Even though Sally dreamed continuously of sex, for once there was no hint of her father, in her mind's eyes. The focus of her lust seemed to have left him behind as she entered a new phase of her life. It seemed clear that the solution to her problems was to become a lesbian, just like her beloved aunt. Even as she dreamed, Sally knew that she couldn't wait to wake up and start fucking her new lover all over again.

Sally awakened with a smile on her lips and an itch in her cunt, ready to start the new day with sex. However, when she rolled over and tenderly reached for her lover, she saw that she had been put to bed and Aunt Jane and the dildo were gone. She called out, but there was no answer.

Getting up, Sally discovered she was alone in the apartment. A note said her aunt had gone to the store for some groceries. Just as Sally was deciding whether to take a bath, the phone rang.

At first Sally wasn't going to answer it, but when the phone continued to ring she reasoned that it might be important and changed her mind. Immediately, she wished she hadn't.

"Hello… hello. Who is this?" the achingly familiar voice on the other end said.

Sally didn't know how to respond. Taking a deep breath, she hung up on her father without identifying herself.

The phone began to ring again. Sally didn't know whether to throw it out the window or flee the apartment. What could Dad want? she thought with crippling anxiety.

At last the ringing stopped. Although Sally knew that the rational thing to do was wait until Aunt Jane returned and simply ask her why her dad had called, she also knew that she was terribly afraid of what the answer might be.

Sally didn't want to start snooping, but she couldn't help herself. She found what she was looking for without half trying. It was in the closet.

Her dad's clothes. She recognized them immediately. There was no doubt about it.

Painfully spurred on, Sally rummaged through her aunt's desk. In the top drawer she found several letters written in all-too-familiar handwriting. Her father's.

In the letter she forced herself to read, her dad was raving about Aunt Jane's decision to shave her cunt. "I can't get it out of my mind," he wrote.

"I'm trying to write some life insurance and my mind wanders to that beautiful, smooth twat of yours. I have to force myself to keep from chasing the client out of the office and racing over to your apartment so I can eat you out. God, I love you so much. Sometimes I'm ready to give everything up and go out and find a desert island we can be stranded on."

Sally was sickened. It was all she could do to keep from running into the bathroom and vomiting.

Just then Aunt Jane walked through the door with a bag of groceries in her arms and a big smile on her face.

"How's my favorite niece doing?" she cheerfully asked.

Sally wheeled to face her aunt, turning on her like a wounded animal. "I hate you!" she seethed. "You filthy bitch!"

Aunt Jane was so surprised that the grocery bag dropped along with her jaw. "What in the world…?" she gasped.

"You told me you were a lesbian and I believed you," Sally hissed. "I wanted to be just like you."

"I never told you any such thing," Aunt Jane recovered her wits enough to protest. "I swing both ways."

"Yeah, I know," Sally snarled with disgust. She crumpled the love letter she had been reading into a ball and threw it at her aunt, wishing it was a rock.

"Oh, my God," Aunt Jane gulped, realizing what had happened. "You know… about your father and me."

Sally had nothing more to say. Barging past her sobbing aunt, she charged out the door and fled down the stairs. Once she hit the street, she mindlessly ran until her burning lungs forced her to slow to a walk.

Hatred of adults consumed her. She wanted to humiliate them, bring them to their senses. The bastards! The lousy fuckers!

A man walked by. He was about forty. He glanced just enough at Sally to qualify him as an instant object for her revenge.

"Hey, mister," she said as she caught up with him, "want to have a good time?"

He looked at her with suspicion. "What do you mean?" he muttered.

Sally put her hands on her waist and cocked a shapely hip in his direction. "What do you think?" she purred seductively.

"Are… are you a… a…" he sputtered, unable to say the word "whore". He scuffed his feet and blushed.

"Do you want to fuck me or not?" Sally boldly propositioned him.

At first it seemed he would run away, but then the abrupt tenting of the front of his pants told Sally she had hit a home run.

"How much?" the man asked.

"How much have you got?" Sally replied, seizing the man's trembling hand and flattening it against her cunt.

The deal was set. Sally was to get a little over a hundred dollars for her first trick. They went to the nearest motel and stripped to fuck.

"My God, you're young enough to be my daughter," the man said as he surveyed Sally's naked body, his hard-on a frozen rope in front of him.

Sally fell to the bed and spread her legs, taunting him with her golden cunt.

"Do you have a daughter?" she asked.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Have you ever wanted to fuck her?"

"Y-yes," the man confessed nervously, his voice flickering like a lightbulb in a thunderstorm.

"What does she look like?" Sally asked as she fingered her pussy. "Is she a blonde, too?"

The man nodded. "But she's not as pretty as you are," he panted. "Not nearly."

"What's your name?"

"Harold."

Sally thought it was a dumb name.

"I'll call you Daddy," she said impulsively.

Sally caught the lips of her pussy with her fingertips and spread them apart as far as they could go.

"Come here and fuck me, Daddy," she cooed. "Stick your big, strong cock in my cunt and fuck me until I scream."

He came to her with his prick in his hand, so excited that his mouth was watering. "Lucy," he called Sally. "I hope you'll understand."

Looking into his glazed eyes, Sally realized that he had temporarily slipped off the track of reality. Something had snapped in his brain and he thought he was actually going to fuck his daughter.