Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

Sally stared back at him with searching eyes. Was he the person for whom she was looking?

"Yes," she replied impulsively. "I would like to talk to somebody, if you have the time."

The minister smiled warmly. "Of course," he said. "Let's go to my office where we won't be disturbed."

He led Sally to a comfortably furnished little nook that seemed more like a den than a minister's office, locking the door behind them.

"All right," he said when they were both seated, "I'm all ears."

Nervous, Sally crossed her legs, then just as quickly uncrossed them, unsure of where she should begin. She was so distracted by her thoughts that she did not notice that her skirt had hiked up to her thighs from the jerky movement of her lower body.

"Relax," the minister said gently. "Let's start by introducing ourselves. I'm Reverend Murray."

"Uh, I'm Sally Powell." Once again Sally shifted her legs, still unaware that her skirt was creeping up her thighs.

"And what seems to be troubling you, Sally?" Sally took a deep breath and then let it out.

"Sex," she blurted.

The reverend didn't even raise an eyebrow. "That seems perfectly natural under the circumstances," he said evenly. "A young girl like yourself. Your body developing and all. I can certainly see that you're on your way to becoming a beautiful woman."

For the first time Sally noticed that he was staring at her legs. Blushing, she attempted to pull her skirt down, but he sprang from his chair and stopped her by grabbing her wrists.

"There's no need for that," Reverend Murray said quickly, his voice hoarse. "Don't let this collar fool you. I like to look as much as the next man."

Sally could see from the sudden bulge in his crotch how true this was. He had a hard-on.

"In fact," the reverend continued in his hoarse voice, "if you don't mind, I'd like a little better look."

Sally couldn't believe what was happening. In fact, she was so stunned that she offered no resistance as Reverend Murray took the hem of her skirt and rolled it the rest of the way up her thighs. Before she knew it they were both looking down at the triangle of her cunt straining beneath the pale blue crotch of her flimsy panties.

The minister hooked a finger under the elastic and pulled the bottom panel of the panties to one side, fully exposing Sally's pussy. The lips were trembling quickly turning from pink to red. The gash down the center was already crimson – and wet.

"You're a real blonde," Reverend Murray said with a smack of his lips. "So many young women dye their hair nowadays. Myself, I prefer a natural look."

He stuck his finger inside Sally's cunt. Then, withdrawing it, he passed it under his nose, finally tasting it.

"Sweet," he sighed. "A man dreams of eating a sweet, young pussy like yours."

Sally didn't know what to say. The possibility of a surprise encounter with a horny preacher was something which had never crossed her mind.

Reverend Murray dropped to his knees like he was going to pray. However, his altar was Sally's golden pussy. Putting his hands to her knees, he pushed her legs apart until her skirt was bunched around her waist and her crotch was gaping. The pungent scent of damp cunt filled the room.

Slipping his fingers under the elastic, the reverend took the crotchband of Sally's straining panties in his fist and ripped it to shreds. Bruised by his flexing knuckles, Sally's twat throbbed as though it were begging to be eaten.

Now the reverend lowered his head and inserted his face into the well of Sally's thighs. With a moan, she felt the lips of his mouth pressing against the lips of her cunt. Then his tongue – long and raspy – squirmed inside her wet hole. She couldn't help it – her hips started to move in a gyrating response.

Reverend Murray knew exactly what to with his tongue. Not missing a trick, his oral snake thoroughly explored the spasming cavity of Sally's pussy until it had stimulated every hidden pleasure point. Sally had never had her cunt eaten so expertly. She was coming already.

The reverend knew it. "This is just the beginning of what I'm going to do for you," he confidently told Sally when he finally came up for air, her pussy juice dripping down his chin like honey.

"Oh, God, anything," Sally whimpered, her senses short-circuited by orgasm.

"Take my pants off," the reverend said. "I'm sure you'll be pleased by what you find waiting for you."

It was one of the classic understatements in Sally's life. It turned out that Reverend Murray was outfitted with the most fantastic set of cock and balls she had ever seen.

Bunching his cock and balls as well as she could in her trembling hands, Sally stared down at them in awe as the meat spilled over and between her fingers.

"I've never seen such a big prick," Sally gasped with wonder. "I don't even think I could take half of it in my mouth without choking, let alone in my pussy without being split in two."

"You'll get your chance at both, my dear," Reverend Murray chuckled. "Not to mention your tightest opening of all."

"My ass?" Sally bleated in disbelief, suddenly frightened. "No, it's impossible. I could never let you fuck me in the ass… not with that monster. It'd kill me!"

"There's only one way to find out for sure," the reverend chuckled, this time sounding more than faintly evil. "Sometimes, it's best to tackle the most terrifying obstacles right at the beginning. That way they don't have a chance to build up in our minds and seem more formidable than they really are. It's just a case of mind over matter."

Sally knew that she should try and run, but suddenly she was hypnotized by Reverend Murray's piercing blue eyes. His gaze was satanic. If there was a devil, it was he.

"Take off all your clothes, Sally, and kneel on all fours like a dog," the reverend ordered. "I am going to fuck you in the ass."

"Yes sir," Sally muttered, hearing her own voice as if it were drifting toward her down a tunnel. "Whatever you say, sir."

In an erotic daze, Sally got to her feet and stripped. Naked, she posed for her new master, filling his eyes with the perfection of her beautiful young body before she dropped to the floor with her flanks spread like a bitch in heat.

"Spread your cheeks, my dear," the reverend directed. "Let us check out the dimensions and decide if they are, as you initially supposed, impossible."

Gasping the cheeks of her ass with her trembling fingers, Sally dutifully yanked them apart, baring her pulsating asshole. It felt like a hot coal beneath the base of her spine as the reverend inspected it with his burning eyes.

"A beauty, my dear," he pronounced. "Absolutely flawless. Like a jewel. A red, red ruby. It will be a rare privilege to stick my dick in it and fuck it."

Now he came forward, his hand extended. With a crisp jab, he stabbed a stiff finger up Sally's asshole. As she wriggled with surprise, he clawed the digit within her, scraping her anal floor with his sharp nail until he drew blood.

"A little lubrication never hurts," he explained with amusement.

Sally reveled in the pain. She wanted him to hurt her. Hurt her bad. Hurt her good.

"Fuck me!" she begged hysterically. "Fuck me in the ass with your huge cock!"

"Certainly, my dear," the reverend coolly replied. "I can understand your impatience."

His finger ripped out of Sally's bloody ass, leaving the scarlet hole temporarily gaping. Quickly, he moved in for the kill, his sword-like cock securely, in his hand. The barbed head crushed against the opening, pulsing with power.

"Now!" Sally cried.

"Now, indeed," Reverend Murray chorused, and plunged his cock into her succulent asshole.

"Oh, God! Sweet Jesus, I can't believe how much it hurts!" Sally cried as inch after inch of stiff, thick dick rammed up her ass. "More! More! More cock!"