Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

He was overjoyed. "And all the time I felt so damn guilty about fooling around with your aunt," he said. Then his mood dipped. "What about your brother?"

"Believe me, Gordy can take care of himself," Sally said with assurance.

Her father nodded, but he remained troubled. "Suppose we do go ahead and run off together. I'll have to give up my job. How will we support ourselves?"

Sally's reply was firm and to the point. "I'll go out on the streets and peddle my ass if that's what it takes to keep us together." Then she giggled. "Actually, the idea of my father being my pimp sort of appeals to me."

Her father shrugged and grinned. "All right honey, you win," he said. "We'll work something out. It's a big world. Somewhere out there, there's a place for us."

It was music to Sally's ears. She felt the deep seated joy that every woman experiences when she had landed the man she loves. It was like a climax without being touched.

Hopelessly in love, Sally took her father's hand and tenderly squeezed it. They would always be together. She knew it. Everything from now on was gravy.

"You know, Daddy," Sally chuckled, "in spite of everything, we still really haven't gone all the way."

Her father did a double-take. "What are you talking about?" he said with disbelief.

"See if you can figure it out," Sally purred, flopping over onto her stomach.

Inching to her knees, she raised her ass in the air. Tantalizingly, she parted her asscheeks. She could feel her asshole burning in the open. In her mind's eye she could see her father's cock straightening out at the sight of it.

"Get the idea?" Sally murmured.

"Oh, baby," her father gushed, tenderly stroking the cheeks of her ass, "are you sure this is what you want?"

"What do you think?"

"It'll hurt."

Sally laughed with a lewd cackle. "It better, stud."

"Okay," her father said. "I'll just stick the head of my cock in…"

"I want your whole prick in my ass or nothing," Sally said, cutting him off.

"You're some woman," he sighed.

"The best!" Sally declared. "Now fuck my ass until I scream."

With nothing more to be discussed, the tip of her father's dick passed between the globes of her ass and flattened against the puckering circle of Sally's cherry-red asshole. She told him to shove. When he did, his cockhead vanished as if her asshole had sucked it inside of itself.

"Deeper! Deeper!" Sally demanded. "Give it all to me at once! Cram me!"

He had to do it. There was a force in Sally's voice that no man could resist. If she wanted ten inches of hard cock rammed up her ass with a single, brutal thrust, it was hers for the asking. Better judgment be damned. She brought out the rapist in a man.

Gasping from the uncontrollable surge between his legs, Sally's father felt his prick rocket forward like a torpedo. The resulting tightness was unbelievable and total. When he looked down, his dick was gone, buried in his daughter's sweet, young asshole.

They fucked until Sally screamed, as promised. But not in pain. For more. No matter how powerfully her father stabbed her tightest hole with his pistoning prick, Sally could never get enough. She was still crying out for his jackhammering thrusts to go deeper when her father could hold it no longer and came in her ass.

The torrent of jizz scorched Sally's insides and mad her howl with sheer joy. She squeezed her ass muscles, keeping it all in.

After the fucking was over, Sally rested in her exhausted father's arms, brimming with the magic of his cum. She was the happiest girl in the world.

Her eyelids drooping, Sally fell asleep in her father's loving embrace. She had a dream, but its meaning was real. She had climbed a mountain. A mountain so tall that she could look out over creation and spit at the world if that's what she wanted to do. Nobody could touch her unless she invited them up on the mountain with her. She would never come down.