Harry Stevens - Hot to trot daughter

Sally Powell arched back, expecting something to happen from the rigid tongue in her cunt. She was sitting on Gordy's face, letting him eat her out to the ultimate. But nothing very much was happening for her. It had been a dry run so far.

"I think you'd better fuck me," Sally called down to the slurping Gordy.

Gordy had trouble hearing her. Sally's thighs were pressed against his ears. Besides, his mouth was too full of pussy for him to reply.

Sally became impatient. "Damn you, Gordy," she snapped, "this is no free lunch. You give it to me the way I want it, or I'll find somebody who can. There are plenty of other guys around who'd give anything to make it with me."

On the verge of striking out with the only chick he knew who would put out for him, Gordy finally listened. Reluctantly, his pussy-juice-smeared face emerged from the well of Sally's tawny thighs.

"Aw, shit, Sis," he sighed, "I thought we could do the whole trip before I got around to slipping my dick into you. We ought to save the best for last. We've got all day. Mom and Dad won't be home until late tonight."

Suddenly nervous, Sally glanced at the clock. Although there was plenty of time before their mother and father returned, she didn't like to be reminded of them. Not that they were bad parents. It was just the feelings Gordy's mention of them aroused in her. It was all so complicated.

What would Mom and Dad do if they discovered that Sally regularly got it on with her brother? Raise the roof, undoubtedly. And yet, there was more to it than that. Subtract Mom from the situation and Sally was even more emotionally at sea. If it was just Dad who found out, Sally knew that she would wind up blurting out her true feelings. For it was really not her brother she was hot for. At some time during the confrontation she realized that she would not be able to restrain herself from telling her father that it was actually he that she yearned to fuck.

Nobody knew Sally's secret but herself. Who could she tell?

Occasionally she considered sending a letter to Dear Abby or Ann Landers asking for advice. But, when she imagined the probable answer, she quickly dropped the idea. "Dear Daddy's Girl," it would say. "You must seek help at once. Your clergyman, a social worker, a trusted school teacher…" Blah-blah-blah. The typical adult crap. No thanks, Sally always concluded.

Sally could just picture it. "Mr. Johnson, I hope you don't mind that this doesn't have anything to do with geometry," she would approach the only teacher she could stand, "but I have this uncontrollable urge to get it on with my father. At night I lay awake imagining what his big dick would feel like inside my tight pussy." If she tried something like that, the next morning she'd wake up looking out at the world through the bars of an institution.

So Sally was forced to deal with her problem on her own. And the next best thing to her father was her brother. At least when she looked into Gordy's face she could see a lot of Dad. And it didn't seem out of line to assume that her brother must have inherited his huge cock from their father.

"Come on, Gordy," Sally urged, "get on top of me. I want to feel your prick in my cunt. Please fuck me."

"You really want it bad today, don't you, Sis?" Gordy smirked from between the frame of his sister's spread thighs.

Sally felt like telling him to go straight to hell, but bit her tongue. For the fact was, Gordy had it right on the money. She did want it bad. So, instead of letting her mouth get her in trouble, Sally replied by grasping her brother's stiff prick with her hand and tantalizingly drawing the foreskin back and forth over the fiery head.

When Sally finally spoke, it was to huskily chant, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Gordy got the message and stopped playing it cute. Slipping out from under his sister's crotch, Gordy rolled over and knelt between Sally's long legs. His cock was straight out in front of him, ten inches of twitching meat. At the tip was a tiny pearl of lubrication. His egg-sized balls were tightly encased in their smooth sac, already preparing to fire their creamy cum.

Placing his hands inside the crooks of Sally's knees, Gordy drew her legs up and apart until there was a fleshy corridor to her cunt – a cunt that was lusciously gaping. The silken blonde hair curled at the puffy sides, melting into pink lips that parted in a juicy invitation. At the center was an open gash that looked as if it were filled with peppermint candy.

"Are you ever going to get around to fucking me, or are you one of these freaks who just likes to look?" Sally chided sarcastically.

Gordon rolled his eyes in obvious appreciation of his sister's female charms, pleasing Sally in spite of her impatience to get it on.

"You're something else," he said with genuine sincerity. "You really spoil it for me when it comes to all the other chicks at school. You're the best."

Sally liked a compliment as much as anybody, even if she knew that Gordy couldn't get to first base with any other girl but her. Giggling at her brother's kind words, she wriggled her ass and flexed her open cunt toward his straining hard-on. When she saw his eyes bulge and his prick jump with excitement, Sally couldn't resist placing her fingertips over the ridges of her twat and pulling the sides so far apart that it seemed as if her pussy would suck Gordy's cock inside under its own power.

"Put it in, baby brother," Sally crooned. "Put your big prick in my cunt and fuck me until I scream."

Gordy fell forward, his swollen dick appearing to capsize the rest of his lean, teenage body. Penetration was immediate, the knotty head of his cock surging up the moist canal of her hot fuckhole. When Sally felt her brother's soft balls rubbing against the bottom of her crotch, she automatically began squirming her ass, giving back as she was taking in a classic fucking motion.

His cock had become so soft that she easily closed her lips over the whole thing and nuzzled his balls. He felt her warm spit engulfing his wilted cock from the head to the root, but although it was a pleasant sensation, nothing happened at first. Gordy knew, however, that his sister was anything but a quitter. If anybody could get his cock hard again, it was Sally. Sometimes he thought she could give a statue a hard-on.

While she sucked her brother's cock from stem to stem, Sally cupped his nuts with one hand and slipped the fingers of the other into the sweaty crevice of his ass. Sally knew all the tricks to liven up a reluctant prick. Squeeze the balls. Probe the asshole. And, most of all, don't stop sucking.

Gordy had a hot flash and started to sweat. There was a funny feeling deep in his asshole. His loins twitched and his hips began to rotate slowly.

"You're getting hard, brother dear," Sally reported with a mouthful of growing dick.

Gordy moaned. His blood was rushing to his groin so fast that it made him dizzy.

"Mmmmmm, [missing text]." Sally continued to note his progress. She couldn't say more because the head of Gordy's cock was jammed deep in her throat now.

Pushing her brother flat on his back, Sally really went to work on him. Her lips became a red blur, pistoning up and down the throbbing shaft of Gordy's electrified prick. At the same time, her tits rubbed sensually against the sensitive inner part of her spread thighs. Although Sally's tits were not especially large, their flesh was unusually firm, and her erect nipples were nothing short of spectacular. "Oh, God, I admit it," Gordy groaned, "You've got me hard again! Like a rock! If you don't stop, I'm going to came right in your face!"

Sally pulled her mouth off of her brother's revived boner with a smack of her lips and a triumphant smile creasing her face.