"Hot to trot daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stevens Harry)

CHAPTER TWO

It was Thursday morning. Gordy was off at camp and Mom had gone to visit her sister for a couple of days, leaving Sally alone in the house with her father. Getting ready for summer school, Sally ducked into the bathroom to brush her teeth and surprised her father while he was taking a quick shower before he went to work.

"Is that you, hon?" Dad asked over the rush of the water.

Sally stammered something unintelligible, her eyes riveted to an opening in the shower curtain. She could see right in. Her father was soaping his cock, pulling it straight out in front of him with his fist, while his other hand cleansed his balls with a stroking massage. Sally could feel her pussy melting. She knew she had to leave immediately or something terrible might happen.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?" Dad called, but there was no answer. When be poked his head through the split in the shower curtain, his daughter was gone. Unaware of the tension in the air, he put his head back under the water and resumed bathing. Soon, he was singing in a hoarse voice, Sally gone from his thoughts as he ran over some things in his mind that he had to take care of at the office today.

Having fled down the hall, Sally locked the bedroom door behind her and sprawled on the bed with her legs spread. Her cunt was on fire. Quickly her panties were bunched around her thighs and her fingers were crawling in and around her sopping twat.

After some fumbling, Sally found her clit. As she vigorously fingerfucked herself, her thumb pressed the magic button until she was grinding it down to the bone.

"Please, God, let me come," Sally prayed frantically. "I won't ask you for any more favors for a week if you'll just let me come."

It was no use. Worse, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Sally, you in there?" Dad called.

Sally yanked her sticky fingers from her cunt and pulled down her skirt. "Uh, I'm just getting ready to leave," she answered unsteadily.

"Me, too," her father answered. "Just wanted to say goodbye. Don't forget, I'm working late again tonight, so don't wait up."

Sally breathed a deep sigh of relief when she heard his footsteps moving away from the door. Not moving a muscle, she waited on the bed until he had left the house and she heard the car rolling out of the driveway. Only when she was sure her father was gone did Sally feel that it was safe to get up and face the day.

Sally was taking geometry in summer school to make up for a D-minus she had gotten during the regular term. Mr. Johnson was a good teacher who made a subject she had previously hated come alive for her, but today Sally couldn't concentrate to save her life. When she was called on, all she could do was mumble and apologize for her lack of preparedness.

Sally couldn't wait to get out of the classroom and be by herself so she could think. However, just before the bell rang, Mr. Johnson told her he wanted her to remain after the others had left.

"There's something bothering you, isn't there, Sally?" Mr. Johnson asked when they were alone.

Sally looked away, but her teacher's penetrating brown eyes wouldn't leave her alone. "No, really, it's not anything," Sally lied. "I'm fine."

Mr. Johnson surprised Sally by taking her chin in his hand and turning her face toward his. He was a handsome man, looking more like a movie star than a school teacher.

"Call me Ted," he said, laying on the charm. "You know geometry isn't the only thing I can help you with. If something personal is bothering you, I'd like to help. Something tells me you're the kind of girl who relates best to an older man."

Sally started to tell him that it was just that time of month, but when she opened her mouth, the lie wouldn't materialize. Ted Johnson's eyes were just too penetrating. It was as if they could see right through her, Sally had the uncomfortable sensation that her mind was being read.

"It's sex, isn't it?" The handsome teacher's voice cut right to Sally's bones. "You want to give yourself to someone but you think it's wrong. You're afraid of what other people will think because of who he is."

Sally hung her head in shame, certain that her secret was out. "Yes," she whimpered. "Please don't tell anyone."

Mr. Johnson lifted Sally's face to eye-level again. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm afraid I'm in the same boat."

Sally's heart jumped to her throat and lodged there. What was he trying to tell her? "I-I'm afraid I don't understand," she managed to stammer.

He told her that he had locked the door and instructed the janitor to be sure nobody interrupted them during their little "conference". Then he added, "I know you want it now, Sally. I can feel the heat from between your legs."

Sally couldn't deny that in spite of her fear, her pussy was boiling.

Mr. Johnson's fingers traveled the rest of the way up Sally's bare thigh. Now they were pulling aside the crotchband of her panties, then tracing the moist ridges of her exposed pussylips.

"You're wet," the teacher said approvingly. He slipped his index finger inside Sally's cunt and worked it around.

"Please," Sally moaned, but by this point she didn't know whether she was pleading for him to stop or to go further.

"I'm just as turned on as you are," Mr. Johnson said as he steadily fingerfucked Sally's sopping twat. "Unzip my pants and you'll see what I mean."

For the first time, Sally gazed down at his crotch. It looked like he had a crowbar in his pants. In a blinding flash, curiosity and desire overcame her and her trembling fingers flew to his bulging fly.

The zipper screeched open. Stuffing her hand into Mr. Johnson's trousers, Sally jumped from the pulsing warmth she felt. Gripping the hard meat, she pulled it out, marveling at the size of her teacher's erect cock. When she finally saw it unsheathed, it was even bigger than she had anticipated.

"Would you like to suck my prick, Sally?" Mr. Johnson asked.

Clutching the giant, blue-veined hard-on in her hands, Sally looked down at the mallet-sized head and felt her tongue pass hungrily over her lips.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, the last of her restraint evaporating. "I'll suck your prick all the way down to your balls and let you come in my mouth, Mr. Johnson, if that's what you want me to do."

"Ted," he reminded her. "Call me Ted."

So it was Ted. Suddenly he was no longer Sally's geometry teacher, but a fantastically hung lover. A stud with a stallion's cock. The bulbous head passed through Sally's lips and there was no turning back.

While Sally deep-throated Ted's huge tool, he quickly and efficiently undressed her. When Sally was naked, Ted drew her down to the floor, positioning his body so his face was between her legs and he could eat her pussy while she was blowing him.

In the classic sixty-nine position, teacher and student sucked and chomped at each other's crotches until their slurping filled the room. Finally, Ted could hold the cum in his balls no longer and warned Sally that he was about to erupt in her mouth.

Striving to make a good impression, Sally took the whole load without choking and swallowed every gooey drop. As the fresh jizz warmed her belly, she released Ted's drained cock and rolled over on her knees with her sleek young ass in the air.

His prick still hard, Ted moved in behind Sally and drew the head of his cock down her spine from between her shoulderblades to her tailbone, raising goosebumps. Now the crown of his dick slipped into the crack of her ass, nuzzling her asshole before inching down to the succulent folds of her cunt.

"Rub your cock and balls all over my pussy," Sally urged. "Play with my cunt before you stick your prick inside and fuck me. Make me really hot, Ted."

Ted was an experienced, thoughtful lover. A young girl's cunt was like a musical instrument to him, and he had reduced enough of his students in his time to be able to play one like a virtuoso. Fitting his prick along the crack of Sally's ass, he pushed his crotch flush with hers, applying just the right amount of jiggling pressure so his hairy balls rubbed and tickled her clit.

"Feel good, darling?" Ted asked.

"Mmmmmm," Sally responded dreamily. Nobody had ever bought her so close to coming so fast. When she closed her eyes she could almost imagine her most cherished fantasy had miraculously come true and her father wag fucking her.

With an experienced eye, Ted looked down at Sally's cunt and saw that it was red as a beet. The lips were engorged with blood. If ever he had seen a girl who was ready to be fucked, it was Sally.

"I'm going to stick my prick inside you now," he said. "You want it, don't you?"

"Oh, yes! God, yes!" Sally cried. "Please fuck me!"

"How do you want it?"

"Hard! Give me your whole cock at once!"

Ted chuckled. That's what he liked best about fucking teenagers. They were so eager. What was the use of being blessed with such a big dick if you couldn't experience the thrill of ramming it to the hilt into a tight, young pussy with a single thrust?

Grabbing Sally's tits to steady himself, Ted put everything he had into a mighty surge. Driving forward, his huge cock seemed like it would never stop sinking into Sally's soft cuntflesh. Her pussy was so deep. Even after he had penetrated her to his balls, Sally's twat seemed to extend Ted's prick an extra inch, taking the head to hot depths it had never before visited.

Her cunt gloriously stuffed with cock, Sally began moving her ass, rolling her hips from side to side.

"Oh, baby," a breathless Ted panted, "where did you learn to fuck like this?"

"It just comes naturally," Sally answered. "Some girls are just born knowing what to do with a man's cock inside them."

While he fucked her, Ted's large hands pawed. Sally's tits. He could completely engulf one in each hand, squeezing them in a way Sally had never before experienced. Soon her tits were sending out advance warnings of an impending climax that were almost as powerful as the signals from her blazing cunt.

"How is it for you, darling?" Ted asked, grinding his thick dick in Sally's pussy and practically milking her swollen tits.

"I'm almost there," Sally moaned. "Just keep doing what you're doing and I'll come so hard I'll rip your cock off."

Savoring her lewd vow, Ted picked up the pace. He'd sized Sally up as a prime piece of ass from the first time he'd seen her cross her long legs in his class, but he'd never expected anything this choice. She was so hot he had trouble remembering that he had seduced her and not the other way around.

Faster and faster Ted's cock pumped, taking full advantage of its extraordinary length with its long strokes. When his cock plunged forward, the lips of Sally's pussy were pulled all the way inside her gash. When it pulled out, the lips were tugged so far from her crotch that they resembled the blood red petals of a camellia in full bloom.

A fire ignited at the core of Sally's being. Swiftly, the flames built, until finally they were lapping at her soul. There was an inferno within her. She was coming.

"It's so good. Sooooo gooooood," she moaned. "I'm coming so hard!"

At just that moment, Ted's cock plunged in all the way and exploded. The cum that instantly swamped Sally's fuck-hole was like gasoline poured on an already raging fire. Crackling flames became a sheet of white heat.

Wriggling like she was being roasted alive, Sally lurched forward with such frenzy that the cock in her cunt withdrew with a loud pop. Still spurting, it gushed the rest of its hot load all over her ass and across the backs of her thighs. Added to the cum that poured from her unplugged pussy, it turned her crotch into a creamy, dripping mess.

"That was too much," Ted panted, staring in awe at the writhing girl before him.

"But not enough!" Sally replied with astonishing determination. It seemed impossible that her sexual appetite could remain unsatisfied after such an intense fuck. Yet there she was, bolder than ever, reaching for Ted's softening cock. The hunger in her eyes was not just a plea for more action, but an uncompromising demand. Ted Johnson felt his nerve leaking from his body like air from a punctured balloon.

Maimed by Sally's animalistic lust, the teacher reflexively backed away. However, moving like a crab, Sally relentlessly tracked him until, finally, he was backed up against the blackboard with no place to go. Trapped.

Sally literally crawled up Ted's body, her fingernails gorging into his belly as she drew her face to the crux of his thighs. His prick was completely limp now – as much from anxiety as fatigue – but Sally took it in her mouth as eagerly as if it were as hard as a rock.

"I can't take any more," Ted protested.

Sally just kept on sucking. While she tongued his prick from the head to the root, she squeezed his balls unmercifully. Then, not satisfied with that, she stabbed a finger into his asshole and reamed him out.

Surprisingly, it was Ted who noticed that he was no longer protesting. It was as if he were a witness to his own seduction, watching himself succumb to the kind of girl he had always prided himself on being able to wrap around his little finger.

For the first time in his long career of seducing his students, Ted Johnson found himself completely dominated by one of his intended conquests. He had told Sally to stop, and she had responded by cramming his limp cock into her mouth and sucking it until it had no choice but to harden. Incredibly, the hard-on now growing between his legs had nothing to do with his own desire and everything to do with hers.

And now, as Ted Johnson's prick grew to its full length down Sally's throat, his hips began moving as if they had wires attached to him and he was her puppet. Now he wasn't merely providing her his stiff cock to suck, he was fucking her mouth, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Sally's lips tugged back and forth as the hard-on they engulfed pistoned under its own team. The pressure grew in Ted's balls until it was excruciating. A couple of minutes before his nuts had seemed empty. Now they were boiling with hot cream. He couldn't hold it. He'd have to give Sally what she wanted.

When Ted's straining prick jumped in her throat, Sally spit it out at just the right instant and took the whole load of cum right in her face. Wagging her head from side to side, she let the spraying jism splash against her forehead and cheeks. It dripped from her eyebrows and nose. Thick gobs drooled down the sides of her face like white tears and splattered from her chin onto her tits.

Ted was shaking like a leaf as he watched Sally take her sticky face in her hands and smear his cum all over herself. He had to admit it. She was too wild for him. Where did he go from here with her?

The tension in the situation was heightened by a knock on the door.

"Mr. Johnson," the janitor called, "you through in there? I've got to lock up now."

"My God," the teacher hissed, "what if he finds us in here?"

All of a sudden, Sally was calm. In fact, eerily calm as she lolled back on her elbows with her legs spread, her golden cunt gaping.

"You told me we didn't have to worry about that," she purred.

"Please," he begged. "Put your clothes on and clean up."

"What's in it for me?" Sally asked.

"I'll give you an A in geometry," the teacher offered desperately. "You don't even have to come to class any more. In fact, I'd rather you wouldn't."

Rising to her feet, Sally strolled over to her clothes, giving the perplexed teacher one last flash of golden beaver as she bent over to retrieve them. While Mr. Johnson did his best to hold off the janitor, she took her time wriggling into her skirt and blouse, smirking all the while as if she were telling herself a private joke.

"For Christ's sake, wipe your face, that cum's a dead giveaway," the teacher gasped when Sally was almost dressed. Still smirking, Sally put her wadded panties to her face and blotted up the last of the jizz, then stuffed the panties into her purse with an obscene wink.

"A souvenir," she chuckled as Mr. Johnson cringed.

"Okay, let's go," the teacher whispered as the janitor started banging on the door again. "If we're lucky he might not notice anything."

Sally's eyes dropped to Ted Johnson's crotch and she laughed. "He will if you don't stuff your cock back in your pants, stud," she said, and then started for the door on her own without looking back.