Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

"Gladly, my dear."

Reverend Murray buckled at the waist, flinging his prick like a discus into Sally's ass. Still, Sally wasn't satisfied.

"All of it!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "I want every fucking inch of that monster up my ass!" She was already coming harder than she ever had in her life.

The reverend gritted his teeth, and with a shuddering thrust of his loins, gave Sally what she craved. The last three inches of his immense prick disappeared. Even he was surprised he had done it.

Now the real fucking started. The continual rocking of the hips. The grinding, constant movement. The pistoning cock-strokes and excruciating friction. The moans and sweat and breathlessness. All of it leading to the inevitable conclusion.

"Come!" Sally shouted. "Fill my ass with your hot, sweet cum!"

"Oh, yes!" Reverend Murray hissed in anticipation and then let go, his eyes rolling back in his head as his cock erupted in the depths of Sally's ass.

The jizz was like boiling oil as it flooded Sally's insides. Although it was scalding, she couldn't get enough of it. When the reverend's cock seemed to be slacking off, she wrenched it with her anal muscles, wringing every precious drop from the flagging tool.

At last the reverend's balls were dry. Delirious with joy, Sally swiveled around the instant his spent cock shrank from her asshole and took it in her mouth.

"You can't go soft on me now," she muttered with a mouthful of prick. "YOU promised to fuck me in the mouth and cunt and, Goddamn it, I'm holding you to it."

Reverend Murray gurgled something unintelligible. His cock was doing his talking for him now, immediately responding to Sally's expert sucking. The hot blood that flowed in a torrent to the crux of his loins was like molten steel, hardening the instant it hit his dick.

Sally clasped her hands on his ass and began moving his hips. Once the proper rhythm was established, the reverend no longer needed her assistance. His pelvis was grinding and thrusting in a reflexive fucking motion, his stiff prick jerking in and out of Sally's cunt-like mouth.

Slowly, Sally fell back, drawing the reverend on top of her. Now his crotch was flush against her face, battering her as his cock pistoned between her clutching lips. Raising her legs, Sally guided her lover's hand to her gaping pussy and crammed his fingers inside.

"God, you're so hot," Reverend Murray gasped. "I can't believe it. I'm going to come again already."

Sally responded by swallowing his prick to the hilt and bucking her cunt so vigorously that it engulfed his entire hand to the wrist. She was coming like mad, and the only thing that could improve on it would be a fountain of fresh jism in her waiting mouth.

Already pushed out onto a sensual limb by Sally's unbridled horniness, Reverend Murray was sawed off by her latest actions. Recoiling like a high-powered rifle, his cock blasted away, instantaneously drenching Sally's mouth with its liquid ammunition.

She responded with a deep, all-powerful thirst, gulping down each creamy spurt. There was no swelling of her cheeks because she was drinking it all. Every drop of hot, sweet cum. And coming all the while herself.

Once again the reverend was drained. But Sally was not discouraged.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked with a lewd grin as she fondled the reverend's deflated cock and balls.

"I can't fuck you any more," he protested wearily. "I'm no kid any more. You'd better find somebody your own age if you want to fuck this much, young lady."

Sally laughed. "Do I have to remind you who originally put the make on who, Rev?" she teased.

He hung his head, "I didn't know what I was getting into," he sighed. "I had no idea you were so… so."

Sally grinned mischievously. "Hot to trot?"

"S-something like that."

"Poor baby." Sally slowly stroked the reverend's flabby foreskin over the spongy head of his cock and gently squeezed his balls.

"L-let go," Reverend Murray insisted, but his voice was quivering and without conviction.

Sally picked up her stroking, literally jacking off the trembling clergyman. To increase the effectiveness of her hand-job, she spit on his dick and created the kind of lubrication that could not help but remind him of what it would feel like to bury his tool in the hot recesses of her wet cunt.

"You're getting hard," Sally taunted. "What are you going to do about it?"

The reverend looked away, twisting his head so violently that the veins and sinews stood out on his neck.

"Go ahead and look," Sally kept after him. "What are you afraid of? At your age you should be proud you can get it up so many times."

Finally Reverend Murray did turn back, but to look Sally straight in the eye. "You're evil," he hissed. "An evil girl."

"Then what does that make you, Rev?" Sally chuckled.

Reaching out with her free hand, she cupped the minister's chin and pulled his head down so he was forced to look at his cock. It was twitching with hardness. When Sally removed her grip, the erect cock danced in mid-air under its own rigid energy.

Now Sally dropped back on her elbows, spreading and sticking her legs up so her knees were straddling the reverend's head. Reverend Murray was staring uncontrollably at the golden teenage pussy that was spread like an erotic feast before him.

"Fuck me," Sally purred. "Stick your big cock in my tight cunt and fuck me." She paused, letting her words sink in before she applied the clincher. "When was the last time you had the chance to fuck a teenage pussy, Reverend Murray?"

The preacher drooled. "Witch," he muttered, spit trickling from the corners of his mouth.

"Fuck me," Sally repeated.

She flexed her cunt, beckoning him. Honey colored juice spilled from her yawning twat and oozed down her sleek thighs.

Reverend Murray tried to fight it, but it was no use. His self-control was no match for the fire in his groin. All he had to do was look down to realize the truth. His cock was standing straight out, bigger and harder and stronger than he had ever seen it. From the waist down he felt as if he were a teenager, too.

The reverend's hand was magnetically drawn to his hard-on. He gripped it, letting it pull the rest of his body forward.

Now he was on his knees. The head of his cock trembled at the gates of Sally's beautiful young pussy, then passed through the flared lips. Sally wrapped her long legs around him. She rolled her hips. They were fucking.

It was a classic fuck. Both partners threw everything they had into it. The strokes of Reverend Murray's cock in Sally's cunt were long and sure. While he fucked her he sucked her nipples. In response, she fingered his hot, sweaty asshole.

They started slowly, but eventually built up to a fever pitch. As the clergyman's stiff dick pistoned in and out of Sally's pussy, her legs gradually rose until they were draped over his shoulders and the lips of her pussy were squashed in the hollows of his crotch.

"Come in me!" Sally urged excitedly at the crucial point. "Come in my cunt!"

On cue, Reverend Murray rammed his cock to Sally's squeezing depths and howled with sweet release as his jizz-laden balls turned inside out. His prick became a firehose, spurting with incredible force. He had never produced so much cum, and Sally had never taken so much.

The jism surged to every nook and cranny of Sally's cunt. Then, when it had super-saturated her cunt, it reversed the direction of its flow and rushed out into the open. When Reverend Murray's prick withdrew, it was immediately followed by the floodtide of his cum.

This time when the fucking was over, even Sally was convinced that Reverend Murray's cock was a lost cause. Thinking about how sore he'd be, she laughed as she picked herself up off the floor. He'd be bowlegged for a week.