Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

She didn't resist. In fact, she hastened things along by drawing her naked body from the sleeping bag and inviting them to fuck her. It seemed like a reasonable enough trade for a ride back to town. In Sally's present frame of mind, submitting to another gang-bang was no more significant than shaking hands.

For Sally had made a decision. Probably the most important one of her life. She was going back home. That's where her future was. At last she knew for sure what she wanted and what she must do to get it. Nothing would stand in her way.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Sally sized herself up in a last-minute check. He would be here soon and she wanted everything to be perfect.

She was nude, her beautiful young body rubbed sleek with perfumed oil. Starting with her tits, she cupped them and pushed them forward for close inspection. She wished they were bigger, but they were round and firm enough to tighten the crotch of any man. And the nipples, she had to admit, could not be improved upon. They were the color of fresh strawberries, and were as smooth and hard as pebbles.

Now Sally moved her fingertips down her glistening torso, tracing the silken female curves. Her narrow waist flared into hips that were wide enough to leave no doubt she was rapidly developing into a full-blown woman, but were still slim enough to give her body a special teenage charm.

Sally drew her hands across her belly and pressed. To her satisfaction she was flat and hard there. Sally chuckled with confidence, knowing how important the tummy muscles were in first class fucking. The power in the cunt came straight from the gut.

Sally turned her attention to her legs, holding one and then the other at right angles from her body. It was not self-serving of her to be impressed. They were as long and shapely as if they had been turned on a lathe by a master craftsman.

She turned around, looking over her shoulder at her ass. The pink cheeks were just plump enough. Bending lightly forward to subtly part them, she sneaked a peek at her asshole. It was like a ruby in a down nest, so elegantly delicate in its appearance that it seemed impossible upon a fleeting glance that it could completely swallow a man's stiff cock. In other words, just the way a beautiful woman's most intimate hole was supposed to look to the naked eye. Surprise was a crucial clement when it came to good sex.

Sally had saved the best until last. Slowly, she faced the mirror again, dropping her gaze to the reflections of her cunt. As she ran her fingers through the silky golden hair, she licked her lips and sighed.

"I love you," she said to her pussy, as though it were another beautiful woman in the room with her.

Pulling over a chair, Sally sat down and hooked her legs over the armrests. Suddenly she was staring into the core of her cunt. The meat inside was halfway between pink and red. It sucked, making small gurgling noises that seemed to whisper, "Fuck me… fuck me."

Sally couldn't resist. She drilled a finger up her gaping snatch and snagged a generous glob of juice, which she brought to her lips. When she tasted it, she shivered from the sweetness as if an ice cube had been rubbed against her spine.

The doorbell rang. He was here.

Sally had wondered if she would be nervous when he arrived. However, when she arose to answer the door she was calm, cool and collected.

"Yes," she congratulated herself as she nakedly glided toward her rendezvous with fate, "I'm doing the right thing. Exactly. There is no other way."

He was standing there with a horny grin on his face. When the door opened, he found himself looking at an empty space.

"Jane," he said impatiently, "stop playing games."

Sally had flattened herself against the wall, hidden behind the door. Slowly, she exposed a bare leg, extending it in all its long loveliness before her visitor's eyes.

"Jane, is that you?" he asked with a gulp.

"Can't you tell, lover?" Sally answered in the disguised voice that had worked so well over the phone when she was setting up this meeting.

"Y-you look different somehow," came an uncertain response. Then, more rapidly: "C'mon, stop playing games. Come out from behind the door."

Sally withdrew her leg. "My, my," she teased, continuing her flawless imitation of her aunt, "aren't we jumpy today."

He charged through the doorway. Before he could get a good look at her, Sally surged past him from her hiding place and sprinted toward the bedroom. With the element of surprise and twenty-five years on her side, she easily outdistanced him and was waiting on the bed when he huffed and puffed into view.

Her face was not the first thing he saw. In her spreadeagled position, it was hidden as she laid her head on a pillow. It was her cunt, that demanded attention. Framed by her thighs, it was beautiful, blonde and wide-open.

"Hi, Dad," Sally greeted her mind-boggled father in her own voice.

Re tried to turn away, but he couldn't. His daughter's creamy, young pussy was hypnotic. In the deepest recesses of his mind he had long wondered what she would be like stripped for action – in fact, fantasized about it. But never – not once – had he permitted himself to believe he would ever be alone with her like this.

Sally's father heard something that sounded like gusting wind. When he realized it was his own labored breathing, he said the first thing that came to mind to cut it off.

"Where's your aunt?" he blurted. "She called me."

"Are you absolutely sure of that, lover?" Sally chuckled in a perfect duplicate of Aunt Jane's voice.

"Then where is she? What did you do with her?" Now Sally chuckled in her own musical voice, gesturing toward the closet. "Tied up with her own pantyhose," she told her father.

"But why?" he gasped. "What are you trying to prove?"

"Do I really have to tell you, Daddy?" Sally purred.

She dropped a hand between her legs and twisted her forefinger among the wispy curls of her golden pussy hair. The light hit the juice escaping from the slit of her cunt.

Caught in the vise of a guilty conscience, Sally's father managed to tear his eyes away from the honeyed treasure of his daughter's pussy. He looked down. It only made things worse. For now he could see the bulge in hip pants. He had an enormous hard-on.

Sally, of course, could see it too. Her heart raced as she thought about her father's big dick pumping away inside her tight, wet cunt.

However, she remained calm on the outside. This might be the only chance she would ever have to make her dream come true. She must not get overeager and scare her father away before she had him firmly in her trap.

"Daddy, come here and let's talk about it like two civilized people," Sally seductively crooned.

When her father looked up again, she was spreading her cunt with both hands, opening it up for him as wide as it would go.

He wanted to turn away, but he couldn't. Sally's pussy seemed to be sucking him toward her. In addition, his throbbing cock had wrestled control from his brain and was tugging his trembling body forward. There was no getting around it. He had to admit it. The unthinkable.

He wanted to fuck his own daughter.

Sally's father shuffled forward like a punch drunk fighter going forth to answer the bell. When he reached the edge of the bed, the sweet scent of teenage pussy peeled his nostrils open and made him lightheaded.

"Do you like me?" Sally asked, flexing her sopping twat in her father's direction.

"Y-yes," he muttered.

"Would you like to touch me?"

His heart in his throat, he nodded. Then, as though it belonged to someone else, he watched his hand rise and travel the distance to his daughter's cunt. He had never felt anything as soft as his daughter's silken pussy. He was hooked.