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

CHAPTER FOUR

Shunning a cab, Sally decided to walk borne, even though the Midtown Motor Lodge was several miles from her house. She needed time to be alone and sort things out, and a long walk seemed to provide the perfect opportunity to do so.

However, Sally's thought processes were hopelessly garbled and with each step she only became more bewildered about the things that were happening in her life. Eventually she became convinced that she needed some outside help. If only there were somebody she could trust to whom she could pour out her feelings.

Trust. That was the key word. She winced as she thought about what might have happened if she had confided in Mr. Johnson. Adults. Who could figure them out? They all had their games to play.

If only, Sally thought, she knew a grownup with whom she could come clean. Somebody who wouldn't judge her and didn't have anything to hide themselves. Somebody without an ax to grind who could afford to be objective about somebody else's problems.

Just when Sally was wondering if such a person existed, she noticed that she was walking in front of a church. In contrast to the much newer buildings surrounding it, its worn stone facade and rolling green landscape provided a restful oasis in the midst of the adjacent hustle and bustle. Uncontrollably drawn to the peaceful scene, Sally swerved from the sidewalk and began walking across the grass toward the chapel.

"Can I help you, Miss?" a friendly-looking man asked.

At first Sally assumed he was the custodian because he was lugging a garbage can, but then she noticed his black shirt and turned-around collar.

"You have a beautiful church," Sally said, wistfully, her tone hinting that she wished she belonged.

The minister looked at the stately old building and then back at Sally, as her skirt blew around her legs in the gentle breeze. "Yes," he said, "God has been very generous with us. Are you sure I can't help you with something, young lady? That's what I'm here for."

Sally stared back at him with searching eyes. Was he the person for whom she was looking?

"Yes," she replied impulsively. "I would like to talk to somebody, if you have the time."

The minister smiled warmly. "Of course," he said. "Let's go to my office where we won't be disturbed."

He led Sally to a comfortably furnished little nook that seemed more like a den than a minister's office, locking the door behind them.

"All right," he said when they were both seated, "I'm all ears."

Nervous, Sally crossed her legs, then just as quickly uncrossed them, unsure of where she should begin. She was so distracted by her thoughts that she did not notice that her skirt had hiked up to her thighs from the jerky movement of her lower body.

"Relax," the minister said gently. "Let's start by introducing ourselves. I'm Reverend Murray."

"Uh, I'm Sally Powell." Once again Sally shifted her legs, still unaware that her skirt was creeping up her thighs.

"And what seems to be troubling you, Sally?" Sally took a deep breath and then let it out.

"Sex," she blurted.

The reverend didn't even raise an eyebrow. "That seems perfectly natural under the circumstances," he said evenly. "A young girl like yourself. Your body developing and all. I can certainly see that you're on your way to becoming a beautiful woman."

For the first time Sally noticed that he was staring at her legs. Blushing, she attempted to pull her skirt down, but he sprang from his chair and stopped her by grabbing her wrists.

"There's no need for that," Reverend Murray said quickly, his voice hoarse. "Don't let this collar fool you. I like to look as much as the next man."

Sally could see from the sudden bulge in his crotch how true this was. He had a hard-on.

"In fact," the reverend continued in his hoarse voice, "if you don't mind, I'd like a little better look."

Sally couldn't believe what was happening. In fact, she was so stunned that she offered no resistance as Reverend Murray took the hem of her skirt and rolled it the rest of the way up her thighs. Before she knew it they were both looking down at the triangle of her cunt straining beneath the pale blue crotch of her flimsy panties.

The minister hooked a finger under the elastic and pulled the bottom panel of the panties to one side, fully exposing Sally's pussy. The lips were trembling quickly turning from pink to red. The gash down the center was already crimson – and wet.

"You're a real blonde," Reverend Murray said with a smack of his lips. "So many young women dye their hair nowadays. Myself, I prefer a natural look."

He stuck his finger inside Sally's cunt. Then, withdrawing it, he passed it under his nose, finally tasting it.

"Sweet," he sighed. "A man dreams of eating a sweet, young pussy like yours."

Sally didn't know what to say. The possibility of a surprise encounter with a horny preacher was something which had never crossed her mind.

Reverend Murray dropped to his knees like he was going to pray. However, his altar was Sally's golden pussy. Putting his hands to her knees, he pushed her legs apart until her skirt was bunched around her waist and her crotch was gaping. The pungent scent of damp cunt filled the room.

Slipping his fingers under the elastic, the reverend took the crotchband of Sally's straining panties in his fist and ripped it to shreds. Bruised by his flexing knuckles, Sally's twat throbbed as though it were begging to be eaten.

Now the reverend lowered his head and inserted his face into the well of Sally's thighs. With a moan, she felt the lips of his mouth pressing against the lips of her cunt. Then his tongue – long and raspy – squirmed inside her wet hole. She couldn't help it – her hips started to move in a gyrating response.

Reverend Murray knew exactly what to with his tongue. Not missing a trick, his oral snake thoroughly explored the spasming cavity of Sally's pussy until it had stimulated every hidden pleasure point. Sally had never had her cunt eaten so expertly. She was coming already.

The reverend knew it. "This is just the beginning of what I'm going to do for you," he confidently told Sally when he finally came up for air, her pussy juice dripping down his chin like honey.

"Oh, God, anything," Sally whimpered, her senses short-circuited by orgasm.

"Take my pants off," the reverend said. "I'm sure you'll be pleased by what you find waiting for you."

It was one of the classic understatements in Sally's life. It turned out that Reverend Murray was outfitted with the most fantastic set of cock and balls she had ever seen.

Bunching his cock and balls as well as she could in her trembling hands, Sally stared down at them in awe as the meat spilled over and between her fingers.

"I've never seen such a big prick," Sally gasped with wonder. "I don't even think I could take half of it in my mouth without choking, let alone in my pussy without being split in two."

"You'll get your chance at both, my dear," Reverend Murray chuckled. "Not to mention your tightest opening of all."

"My ass?" Sally bleated in disbelief, suddenly frightened. "No, it's impossible. I could never let you fuck me in the ass… not with that monster. It'd kill me!"

"There's only one way to find out for sure," the reverend chuckled, this time sounding more than faintly evil. "Sometimes, it's best to tackle the most terrifying obstacles right at the beginning. That way they don't have a chance to build up in our minds and seem more formidable than they really are. It's just a case of mind over matter."

Sally knew that she should try and run, but suddenly she was hypnotized by Reverend Murray's piercing blue eyes. His gaze was satanic. If there was a devil, it was he.

"Take off all your clothes, Sally, and kneel on all fours like a dog," the reverend ordered. "I am going to fuck you in the ass."

"Yes sir," Sally muttered, hearing her own voice as if it were drifting toward her down a tunnel. "Whatever you say, sir."

In an erotic daze, Sally got to her feet and stripped. Naked, she posed for her new master, filling his eyes with the perfection of her beautiful young body before she dropped to the floor with her flanks spread like a bitch in heat.

"Spread your cheeks, my dear," the reverend directed. "Let us check out the dimensions and decide if they are, as you initially supposed, impossible."

Gasping the cheeks of her ass with her trembling fingers, Sally dutifully yanked them apart, baring her pulsating asshole. It felt like a hot coal beneath the base of her spine as the reverend inspected it with his burning eyes.

"A beauty, my dear," he pronounced. "Absolutely flawless. Like a jewel. A red, red ruby. It will be a rare privilege to stick my dick in it and fuck it."

Now he came forward, his hand extended. With a crisp jab, he stabbed a stiff finger up Sally's asshole. As she wriggled with surprise, he clawed the digit within her, scraping her anal floor with his sharp nail until he drew blood.

"A little lubrication never hurts," he explained with amusement.

Sally reveled in the pain. She wanted him to hurt her. Hurt her bad. Hurt her good.

"Fuck me!" she begged hysterically. "Fuck me in the ass with your huge cock!"

"Certainly, my dear," the reverend coolly replied. "I can understand your impatience."

His finger ripped out of Sally's bloody ass, leaving the scarlet hole temporarily gaping. Quickly, he moved in for the kill, his sword-like cock securely, in his hand. The barbed head crushed against the opening, pulsing with power.

"Now!" Sally cried.

"Now, indeed," Reverend Murray chorused, and plunged his cock into her succulent asshole.

"Oh, God! Sweet Jesus, I can't believe how much it hurts!" Sally cried as inch after inch of stiff, thick dick rammed up her ass. "More! More! More cock!"

"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.

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.