Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

While Sally dressed, the reverend looked away, his eyes tightly closed. It was no use, though. Even the Bible-thumping sermon he would give this Sunday condemning the temptations of the flesh would not be able to cleanse his memory of the delights of Sally's naked young body. From now on he was a threat to the virginity of every girl in his congregation.

As for Sally, another experience with an older man had made her come mightily, but in the final judgment left her more confused and unfulfilled than ever. Wasn't there anybody in whom she could confide her innermost feelings without putting her pussy on the line? If every adult she approached was as horny as she was, how could she ever hope to receive any guidance about dealing with the emotions which troubled her so?

For down deep, Sally knew that it was still her father she wanted to fuck. The others were just substitutes.

As Sally walked away from the church, she realized that the answer to her dilemma was not there. But it was a big world. Somewhere out there was the answer. It wasn't going to be easy, but she had to keep looking.

With her brother off at camp, Sally found life at home harder and harder to take. She felt so cut off from the rest of her family. If only there was somebody close to her to whom she could turn.

At times Sally wished she were a little girl again. Then she could snuggle up to Mommy or Daddy and all her fears and cares would vanish. But this was impossible now. Every time she looked at her mother she remembered her naked with a cock in her. And, of course, her father aroused the most unacceptable feelings of all.

Sally had stifled having wet dreams about her dad, imagining him fucking her in every hole. When she would awaken with her ears ringing with orgasm, her hand was invariably between her legs, her fingers squirming in her cunt or ass.

Her mom noticed that something was wrong.

"Something seems to be bothering you, dear," she said to Sally one day. "You're so withdrawn lately. At first I thought it must be your period, but it's lasted too long for that. What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I don't know," Sally muttered. "Just the blahs, I guess."

"Maybe a change of scenery would help," her mother suggested. "After all, Gordy got to go to camp."

Sally looked up, thinking that her mother was right. "But where could I go?" she asked.

"Well, your Aunt Jane is always asking me when you two are going to get together. Maybe this weekend would be a good time."

Sally agreed that it sounded like a good idea. She and Aunt Jane had been very close when she was younger, but in the past few years they hadn't, seen much of each other. When she was a little girl Sally had always been able to go to her aunt with her problems. Perhaps the time was right to revive this relationship.

Although she was a beautiful woman, Aunt Jane had never married. She enjoyed her independence and was always looking for new and different things to do. The more Sally thought about it, the more she decided that her aunt might be the one person she could open up to at this crucial point in her life.

That Saturday night, a bubbly Aunt Jane fixed a delicious dinner and delighted Sally with story after story about her latest adventures. She was into hang-gliding, yoga, jogging, and a dozen other interesting things. While they talked, Aunt Jane continually filled Sally's wine glass, never once treating her niece as anything less than an adult.

Giddy from the wine and conversation, Sally's problems temporarily left her mind. Just being around her lively, lovely aunt seemed medicine enough for what ailed her.

"Gosh, you're beautiful," Sally dreamily interrupted one of her aunt's stories while they were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the fireplace. "I wish I could be like you."

"Well, thanks, Sally," Aunt Jane replied, obviously pleased.

Leaning forward, the woman embraced her niece and kissed her. Lightheaded from the wine, Sally found herself shifting her lips and impulsively returning her aunt's kiss on the mouth.

"Mmmm, that tasted good," Aunt Jane giggled like a schoolgirl when they came up for air, apparently tipsy herself. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" Then she paused and giggled some more. "Did you know you used your tongue?"

Sally was sober enough to know that she should be embarrassed, but she wasn't. Instead she let her eyes rove over her aunt's gorgeous body, imagining what she would look like naked. Then, in the midst of her inspection, she noticed that she could see up Aunt Jane's short skirt.

"What are you looking at?" Aunt Jane tittered.

"Don't you wear panties?" Sally answered, craning her neck for a better look between her aunt's shapely legs.

"Never could stand them," Aunt Jane replied without batting an eye. "Would you like a better look?"

Before Sally could respond, her aunt drew her legs up in front of her and slid her skirt up around her waist. As her niece gawked, Aunt Jane opened her thighs. All of a sudden Sally was staring at the most beautiful cunt she had ever seen.

"There's no hair," Sally blurted. "Is it that way naturally?"

"Of course not, you silly goose, I shave it," Aunt Jane merrily answered as her hand dropped into the well of her thighs.

Her long, manicured fingers slipped into the crimson gash of her exposed pussy and pushed the lips apart. The pink interior glistened with moisture. Sally felt her own cunt melt at the sight of it.

Sally's mind reeled as her aunt removed her skirt entirely. The way she felt was unmistakable. She was hopelessly turned on.

"Don my pussy excite you?" Aunt Jane asked.

"Yes," Sally admitted.

"I knew it when you kissed me. Would you like to eat me out?"

"Please!" Sally gasped with arousal.

"Then let me strip you and I can eat you at the same time. I love blondes."

Naked from the waist down, Sally's beautiful aunt closed the distance between them and began unbuttoning her niece's blouse while she nibbled at her with soft baby kisses. When Sally's bra was off, Aunt Jane cupped her petite teenage tits and swiftly tongued the nipples into red hardness.

Automatically, Sally returned the favor, pulling her aunt's sweater over her had. Aunt Jane's braless tits were as firm as they were large, seeming to be constructed of marble. The nipples were like strawberries, already so engorged that they needed no stimulation to make them bloom, but Sally licked them anyway.

"Your tits are just like Mom's," Sally murmured. "They're just beautiful."

"Have you and your mother been getting it on?" Aunt Jane asked.

Now Sally was embarrassed. She blushed. "Of course not," she said. "I've never… never."

"Made love to another woman?"

"Yes."

Aunt Jane chuckled seductively. "If there's one thing I dig more than blondes, it's virgins. Come on, let's get that skirt off and get it on. I'll take you places you've never been before."

After removing Sally's skin, her aunt went to work on her panties, inching them down her niece's hips with seductive slowness. Sally's cunt came into view. As her panties were pulled down her legs, her thighs automatically spread. By the time she was completely naked, Sally's pussy yawned in juicy invitation.

Before tossing the panties away, Aunt Jane pressed them to her nose and inhaled the essence of her niece's cunt.

"I don't care much for panties for myself, but I love them on other people," she said, her nostrils flaring from the funky scent.

"Are we going to sixty-nine?" Sally asked excitedly.

"You'd better believe it. Would you like to be on top, bottom, or side by side?"

"On top," Sally answered impulsively. "Could I sit on your face?"

"Mmmmmm," was Aunt Jane's reply. She was already stretching out on the floor.