Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

The biggest problem Phil Jenkins faced in running the Del Mar Theater in the small coastal town of Pacific Gardens, population 16,523, was not the attendance. In spite of the local drive-in, the only movie house in town did a packed business every night.

Phil's problem was not outraged parents, either. The Del Mar showed only wholesome family entertainment, and tonight featured a Clint Eastwood Western and a Walt Disney frolic, which always packed them in.

The real problem Phil Jenkins faced at the age of forty-two was hot, innocent and eager young pussy. Like the gum-chewing angel now facing him across his desk in his private office in the Del Mar.

"I know there aren't any openings for usherettes right now, Mr. Jenkins," Sally sighed, her tits surprisingly ripe for her age. "What I mean is, I wanna be put on the waiting list. Ginny is gonna be married next month, right? And you're gonna need someone to take her place, right?"

Phil swallowed hard and nodded, his huge cock straining fiercely at his pants. It would take a saint to resist getting the biggest hard-on of his life while gazing at Sally's small wet mouth, which she licked repeatedly. Although the little blonde had the face of an angel and the body of a sex-Goddess in the making – give her two more years and boys would shoot off in their pants just gaping at her – Sally's reputation, even for a hick town like Pacific Gardens, was notorious.

It was common knowledge that Sally went down on the entire school football team when they won the county championship last month. Phil's son, Don, had told him that, the kid grinning broadly as he admitted Sally gave a terrific blowjob. And she fucked like a mink in heat.

If it was hell to be called the town nympho at her tender age, Sally was totally unaware of it. She was, in fact, proud of her wild reputation. Her mother was a divorcee, who also fucked like a mad dog in heat, rumor had it. Her mother didn't give a damn what Sally did with her cute ass as long as she got passing grades in school.

The trouble with living in a small town was that everyone knew everyone else's business, if not today, then tomorrow for certain. Phil Jenkins was acutely aware of this as he faced the hot-titted little blonde in his office this night, at a little after nine p.m.

If Phil succumbed to temptation and rammed his massive prick up Sally's juicy little cunt, it would be flashed around town before the sun's rays met the shimmering Pacific on the edge of town tomorrow morning.

At forty-two, Phil was in superb physical shape, lean, still powerfully muscled, ruggedly good-looking, and hung like an angry bull. He had long ago made it a firm rule never to touch the local jail-bait, largely out of fear of parental retaliation. What the hell, he had plenty of ass on the side, mainly neighbors' wives. He also got a working girl or two occasionally, usually in their early twenties.

While Pacific Gardens was not Peyton Place, it had its full share of swapping and adultery. But Phil prided himself on being a strong family man. Sure, he got his quota of hot pussy on the side, but he was still justifiably proud of his beautiful wife, his handsome son, and above all, his gorgeous teenage daughter, whom he was convinced was still cherry. A good girl, Cindy, the apple of his eye. There was just one problem.

Lately Phil had been tormented by feverishly obscene fantasies about his lovely daughter, not just fucking her – if it were only that, he could sleep more peacefully at night – but doing every conceivable lewd act with her ripe, tawny young body, from eating her golden thighs like a starving beast to raping her luscious ass to fucking her sensuous mouth.

For a start.

And now as Phil faced gum-chewing, shining-eyed young Sally Owens, just a year younger than his own hotly sexy daughter, Phil realized there was a strong similarity between the two girls. Only physically, of course, because his daughter was a virgin, not a town tramp.

What harm would there be in breaking his firm rule just this one time? He could plow his urgently pounding prick savagely into Sally's young cunt, and pretend it was Cindy. He might even eat her luscious little pussy, too, although the thought that half the boys in town had shot their wads there made the idea unappetizing.

And as Sally faced Phil, she sensed his rising lust like a fox sniffing a nearby meal. Not exactly over-endowed with brains, Sally nevertheless could tell at once when a boy or a man found her sexy, and could always tell when they had a tremendous hard-on, even though she couldn't see Phil's behind his desk. Little giveaway signs, like a flushed face, and constantly shifting his ass in his seat to ease the discomfort of his madly throbbing cock, and the way that vein pounded in his forehead, like he was going to burst a blood vessel if he didn't get his rocks off soon.

Because Sally had a simple mind, trapped for life in a lushly curved body, she had only one burning goal right now: to get a job at the Del Mar. The fringe benefits were terrific in a hick town like this. You could let your friends in free, and Sally had more boyfriends than she could count on her pocket calculator. You could see all the movies free, eat all the popcorn and candy you could steal, and in addition to your salary, you got whatever cash you could steal when you worked the candy counter or the box office.

It was also glaringly obvious to Sally that the fastest, simplest way to persuade Mr. Jenkins to hire her was to trade her hot, eager young mouth and juicy cunt for a job. After all, she'd fucked almost every boy in school for nothing, or for the price of a movie and a pizza and a few beers and some grass, so it seemed like more than a fair trade to the hot young swinger.

But Sally's problem was also obvious.

Mr. Jenkins wanted her all right, so badly in fact his eyes were bulging and he was practically jerking off behind his desk. But he was afraid, because he was a married man and he thought his wife or his kids would find out. Sally hastened to reassure him in her own direct way.

She got out of her chair and went around the desk, and simply sat on Jenkins' lap. She blinked her wide green eyes up at him innocently, but the way Sally squirmed her hot plump asscheeks into his pounding hard-on was not typical of naive adolescents.

Then she put her arms around his neck.

"I like you, Mr. Jenkins," she said girlishly, grinding her ass lewdly into his immense hard prick. "Like a daughter, I mean. I don't have a father," she added softly. "I mean, a girl like me needs a lot of affection, Mr. Jenkins. You've got a daughter about my age, huh? I know Cindy and I like her a lot," Sally hurried on, wondering if he was going to explode his burning jism in his pants. He was sweating profusely now, holding himself back with an effort.

At that point Jenkins was trying desperately to argue himself out of fucking Sally Owens. He was a solid businessman in this town, well-known, respected, the owner of the local movie house, the provider for a fine, handsome family. It was one thing to get your action from other neighbors' willing wives and, once in a while, a horny secretary or bank teller. But it was a pussy of a different color to screw around with a mere child.

Even if she was a nympho. And one of the hottest, sexiest little girls he'd ever seen. With an ass so silky and ripe through her jeans, he knew he had to ram her there, after he had fucked her sultry little mouth and luscious pussy.

With child-like directness, Sally decided to get to the point at once.