Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

"Something wrong, sweetheart?" Dad called, but there was no answer. When be poked his head through the split in the shower curtain, his daughter was gone. Unaware of the tension in the air, he put his head back under the water and resumed bathing. Soon, he was singing in a hoarse voice, Sally gone from his thoughts as he ran over some things in his mind that he had to take care of at the office today.

Having fled down the hall, Sally locked the bedroom door behind her and sprawled on the bed with her legs spread. Her cunt was on fire. Quickly her panties were bunched around her thighs and her fingers were crawling in and around her sopping twat.

After some fumbling, Sally found her clit. As she vigorously fingerfucked herself, her thumb pressed the magic button until she was grinding it down to the bone.

"Please, God, let me come," Sally prayed frantically. "I won't ask you for any more favors for a week if you'll just let me come."

It was no use. Worse, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Sally, you in there?" Dad called.

Sally yanked her sticky fingers from her cunt and pulled down her skirt. "Uh, I'm just getting ready to leave," she answered unsteadily.

"Me, too," her father answered. "Just wanted to say goodbye. Don't forget, I'm working late again tonight, so don't wait up."

Sally breathed a deep sigh of relief when she heard his footsteps moving away from the door. Not moving a muscle, she waited on the bed until he had left the house and she heard the car rolling out of the driveway. Only when she was sure her father was gone did Sally feel that it was safe to get up and face the day.

Sally was taking geometry in summer school to make up for a D-minus she had gotten during the regular term. Mr. Johnson was a good teacher who made a subject she had previously hated come alive for her, but today Sally couldn't concentrate to save her life. When she was called on, all she could do was mumble and apologize for her lack of preparedness.

Sally couldn't wait to get out of the classroom and be by herself so she could think. However, just before the bell rang, Mr. Johnson told her he wanted her to remain after the others had left.

"There's something bothering you, isn't there, Sally?" Mr. Johnson asked when they were alone.

Sally looked away, but her teacher's penetrating brown eyes wouldn't leave her alone. "No, really, it's not anything," Sally lied. "I'm fine."

Mr. Johnson surprised Sally by taking her chin in his hand and turning her face toward his. He was a handsome man, looking more like a movie star than a school teacher.

"Call me Ted," he said, laying on the charm. "You know geometry isn't the only thing I can help you with. If something personal is bothering you, I'd like to help. Something tells me you're the kind of girl who relates best to an older man."

Sally started to tell him that it was just that time of month, but when she opened her mouth, the lie wouldn't materialize. Ted Johnson's eyes were just too penetrating. It was as if they could see right through her, Sally had the uncomfortable sensation that her mind was being read.

"It's sex, isn't it?" The handsome teacher's voice cut right to Sally's bones. "You want to give yourself to someone but you think it's wrong. You're afraid of what other people will think because of who he is."

Sally hung her head in shame, certain that her secret was out. "Yes," she whimpered. "Please don't tell anyone."

Mr. Johnson lifted Sally's face to eye-level again. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm afraid I'm in the same boat."

Sally's heart jumped to her throat and lodged there. What was he trying to tell her? "I-I'm afraid I don't understand," she managed to stammer.

He told her that he had locked the door and instructed the janitor to be sure nobody interrupted them during their little "conference". Then he added, "I know you want it now, Sally. I can feel the heat from between your legs."

Sally couldn't deny that in spite of her fear, her pussy was boiling.

Mr. Johnson's fingers traveled the rest of the way up Sally's bare thigh. Now they were pulling aside the crotchband of her panties, then tracing the moist ridges of her exposed pussylips.

"You're wet," the teacher said approvingly. He slipped his index finger inside Sally's cunt and worked it around.

"Please," Sally moaned, but by this point she didn't know whether she was pleading for him to stop or to go further.

"I'm just as turned on as you are," Mr. Johnson said as he steadily fingerfucked Sally's sopping twat. "Unzip my pants and you'll see what I mean."

For the first time, Sally gazed down at his crotch. It looked like he had a crowbar in his pants. In a blinding flash, curiosity and desire overcame her and her trembling fingers flew to his bulging fly.

The zipper screeched open. Stuffing her hand into Mr. Johnson's trousers, Sally jumped from the pulsing warmth she felt. Gripping the hard meat, she pulled it out, marveling at the size of her teacher's erect cock. When she finally saw it unsheathed, it was even bigger than she had anticipated.

"Would you like to suck my prick, Sally?" Mr. Johnson asked.

Clutching the giant, blue-veined hard-on in her hands, Sally looked down at the mallet-sized head and felt her tongue pass hungrily over her lips.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, the last of her restraint evaporating. "I'll suck your prick all the way down to your balls and let you come in my mouth, Mr. Johnson, if that's what you want me to do."

"Ted," he reminded her. "Call me Ted."

So it was Ted. Suddenly he was no longer Sally's geometry teacher, but a fantastically hung lover. A stud with a stallion's cock. The bulbous head passed through Sally's lips and there was no turning back.

While Sally deep-throated Ted's huge tool, he quickly and efficiently undressed her. When Sally was naked, Ted drew her down to the floor, positioning his body so his face was between her legs and he could eat her pussy while she was blowing him.

In the classic sixty-nine position, teacher and student sucked and chomped at each other's crotches until their slurping filled the room. Finally, Ted could hold the cum in his balls no longer and warned Sally that he was about to erupt in her mouth.

Striving to make a good impression, Sally took the whole load without choking and swallowed every gooey drop. As the fresh jizz warmed her belly, she released Ted's drained cock and rolled over on her knees with her sleek young ass in the air.

His prick still hard, Ted moved in behind Sally and drew the head of his cock down her spine from between her shoulderblades to her tailbone, raising goosebumps. Now the crown of his dick slipped into the crack of her ass, nuzzling her asshole before inching down to the succulent folds of her cunt.

"Rub your cock and balls all over my pussy," Sally urged. "Play with my cunt before you stick your prick inside and fuck me. Make me really hot, Ted."

Ted was an experienced, thoughtful lover. A young girl's cunt was like a musical instrument to him, and he had reduced enough of his students in his time to be able to play one like a virtuoso. Fitting his prick along the crack of Sally's ass, he pushed his crotch flush with hers, applying just the right amount of jiggling pressure so his hairy balls rubbed and tickled her clit.

"Feel good, darling?" Ted asked.

"Mmmmmm," Sally responded dreamily. Nobody had ever bought her so close to coming so fast. When she closed her eyes she could almost imagine her most cherished fantasy had miraculously come true and her father wag fucking her.

With an experienced eye, Ted looked down at Sally's cunt and saw that it was red as a beet. The lips were engorged with blood. If ever he had seen a girl who was ready to be fucked, it was Sally.

"I'm going to stick my prick inside you now," he said. "You want it, don't you?"