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

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sally napped. When she awakened it was twilight outside and the evening news was blaring on the TV.

As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she realized that she couldn't stay at the motel very much longer. Where would she go? Back to Aunt Jane's? Never. Home? Her mother was undoubtedly hysterical wondering what had happened. She couldn't face that.

The party was over.

Then Sally remembered the hundred dollars she had earned for turning her first trick. She could just take off if she wanted to. When she ran out of money she could simply turn another trick.

But where should she head? The big city scared her. She could see herself vowing old before her time, the worn-out plaything of fat, middle-aged tricks. And what about a pimp? She'd probably have to get one and held probably beat her.

On the other hand, a small town was definitely out. If she tried whoring in uptight middle America, she'd probably wind up in jail.

The more doubts she had, the more Sally's thought turned to her family. In spite of everything she still loved them, she guessed. And they would be so worried about her if she vanished without a trace.

Still, she had to get away for a while. Maybe she could compromise.

"Gordy," she said aloud in a tone of discovery. "I could go see Gordy at his camp. I'll send the folks a message that I'm all right when I get there."

An hour later, Sally was on the bus, traveling toward the mountains and South Hills Basketball Camp. Getting off at the nearest town, she got directions, and walked the last three miles on a dusty road in the dark of night.

She ran into somebody just outside the entrance to the camp. At first she thought he was one of the boys attending the camp but when he stepped out of the shadows he seemed much too big for that. In fact, when she saw how tall he was, Sally was at first stunned by his size. Then she recalled the camp advertised that it had college all-American basketball players on its staff and guessed that he must be a counselor.

"What are you doing around here?" he asked gruffly.

Sally stared up at him, trying to find his face in the darkness. He had to be almost seven feet tall.

"My brother," Sally said uncertainly. "I'm looking for my brother."

The counselor's laughter started at his knees and worked all the way up his huge frame. "You're one of those hot pants chicks from that girls' camp over the ridge, aren't you?" he said.

"No, really, I'm looking for my brother," Sally insisted. "His name is Gordon Powell. Do you know him?"

"Sure, I know him. But I didn't think that little wimp had it in him to hustle himself a cute little piece of tail like you."

"You've got me wrong. I'm his sister. I came to visit him. Honest."

"How dumb do you think I am?" the counselor scoffed. "If you were really his sister then you'd know this place is off-limits to you. This is an all boys camp. No chicks allowed. Just the nurse, and they keep her under lock and key. Even the counselors can't get to her."

Sally realized she had miscalculated, but she had come too far to turn back. "Can't you smuggle me in?" she said, adopting her sweetest tone. "I'll make it worth your while."

"Hmmmm, I'll bet you will." The counselor grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him so her tits crushed against his hard belly. "Maybe you'd like to start by sucking my cock."

Sally sensed that he expected her to respond to his outrageous proposal by pulling free and running off into the night. But she'd cross him up. After all, it wouldn't be the first blow-job she had ever given to get what she wanted. Besides, her curiosity was getting the best of her. Was this stud's cock as big as the rest of him?

"Sure," Sally purred, "stop manhandling me and I'll suck your prick."

When he let go of her arm, she slowly knelt, unzipping his fly with her teeth. His cock was even bigger than she had expected. It was a good thing.

He was so tall she had to bend it down to get it into her mouth.

"Not bad," the counselor said when he had gotten over his surprise at how seriously his little joke was being taken. "What else do you do?"

"Anything," Sally replied with a mouthful of stiff dick.

"No kidding. Ever pull a train?"

Sally didn't know what he was talking about, but told him, "Sure," anyway. Whatever it was, how bad could it be?

"Okay, tell you what, babe," the counselor chuckled. "After I get through coming in your mouth, you pull the train and I'll get you in to see this little Gordon Powell creep if that's what you want."

Sally indicated that it was a deal and then stepped up her cocksucking to get the first hurdle out of the way. Of course, she was eager to taste the cum too. She planned on swallowing every drop.

She quickly got her chance. The counselor's huge hard-on surged down her throat and erupted with a cascade of molten cum. Even his volume of jizz was abnormally large, but she managed to drink it all down.

The counselor was impressed. "You're the first chick who's ever been able to swallow every drop without gagging," he congratulated Sally. "Something tells me things are going to work out really fine. C'mon, we've got a train to catch."

Sally was on pins and needles, not knowing what to expect as she followed the counselor, who told her that his name was Arnie and that he was a second-team all-American at a big college in the South. Sneaking around the fringe of the camp, they finally came to a weather-beaten barracks where the counselors bunked. There were about six of them hanging around inside, all of them almost as big as Arnie. They jumped to attention when they saw Sally.

"Who's the chick, Arnie?" a human skyscraper asked.

The others just gawked. As Sally read the horniness in their expressions, she began to wonder if she was doing the right thing after all.

"This is Sally, boys," Arnie said. "She's gonna treat us to a train ride."

Just like that a fly unzipped, the jeans opening so fast that they seemed to come apart on their own. The blue-veined boner that surged a foot out in mid-air belonged to the giant who had spoken. His cock was even larger than Arnie's. The other hard-ons which quickly appeared nearly as large.

Suddenly Sally knew all too well what "pulling a train" was.

"This is a gang-bang, isn't it?" she said in a whisper.

"It ain't spin-the-bottle, baby," somebody laughed, and then they all closed in on her.

Arnie and someone else held Sally down, while a third monster stripped her by ripping her clothes to shreds.

"Who gets to fuck her first?" somebody whooped.

"I ain't waitin' for nobody!" came a defiant response.

"Me, neither," several men chorused.

"Then bury her, boys," Arnie laughed. "She's got more holes than one. Be my guest."

The cocks surrounded the sprawled and naked Sally like a circle of deadly spikes. There was nothing she could do but submit.

Resigned to her fate, Sally decided to face it with style. Leaning back on her elbows, she threw her legs apart and boldly opened herself up.

"Go ahead and fuck me!" she challenged. "All of you at once if that's how you get your kicks! Everywhere? Mouth, ass, cunt, tits! I want it all! Fuck me any place you can stick a cock, you damn animals!"

Just as she finished screaming, a huge cock surged into her open mouth. When it had completed its brutal thrust, wiry pubic hair was scratching Sally's lips.

Now a prick flattened against Sally's breastbone. Its owner roughly grabbed Sally's tits and squashed them against his jiggling tool, creating a makeshift cunt on her chest.

Down below, somebody lifted Sally's legs up in the air, stretching them in a wide V. Her pussy and asshole were gaping.

Like the horn of an enraged bull, an immense hard-on viciously gored Sally's ass. There was no warning, no preparation, no lubrication. Just an animalistic surge that threatened to tear Sally in two as the thick, long cock kept shoving until its barbed head was knifing into her guts. In addition to the savage dick in her ass, Sally could feel her own shit gurgling within like molten lava. It was an excruciating sensation. It also made her come on the spot.

Then there was her cunt. It was peeled open wide enough to take two cocks. This was exactly what happened.

Sally couldn't believe it. Two cocks were competing side by side inside her cavernous pussy to achieve the deepest penetration. And then – squish! – one cock popped ahead of the other and rocketed into the velvet glove of Sally's womb, while the other squirmed halfway down her cunt. Sally came again, the climax from her cunt intersecting with the one from her ass deep within her.

Sally was taking five cocks at once. There were two left. Blindly, she reached out for them, offering hand-jobs to the stragglers. They immediately accepted.

The pricks Sally gripped were so thick that she couldn't close her fingers around them. When she stroked them, it strained her wrist to travel the length of their shafts.

Counting Arnie, there had been seven guys in the barracks. Now Sally was servicing them all. Seven guys. Seven cocks. Sally was pulling the proverbial train up the steepest of grades and flying.

Climaxes bombarded her, coming from every direction at once. An army of cocks meant an army of orgasms.

The prick fucking Sally's mouth ramrodded down her throat. The one nestled against her chest rubbed the insides of her compressed tits raw. The hard-on fucking her asshole provided endlessly exquisite agony. In her cunt, two cocks continued to fight for dominance, taking turns at the right to her spasming womb. And in her pumping hands, meat was being beaten at a rate which blurred her clutching fingers.

Her vision blocked by the hairy crotch spread across her face, Sally closed her eyes and used her imagination to re-create the reality of her incredible performance. In her mind's eye she saw her naked body, stuffed with squirming cocks. She had to admit, she was beautiful!

She was also greedy. For cum. She yearned to bathe in it – inside and out.

Unable to speak with almost a foot of hard cock fucking her mouth, Sally boosted her thought waves to their highest frequency. Come, you bastards! she screamed mentally. Inside me! All over me! Now, you sons of bitches! Give me your hot, sweet cum!

She thrashed her hips. She squeezed every muscle. She sucked and writhed and flailed, doing anything and everything she could manage to make the pressure exerted by her jizz-starved body on the cocks of her seven lovers unbearable.

And then, suddenly, there were results. The prick stuffing Sally's mouth lurched an extra inch down her throat and shot its wad with a jackhammer thrust. Scalding cream poured in an unbroken stream into Sally's stomach, making her glow internally with its incredible heat.

When the first cock came it was like a trigger for all the others. They all strained at once, jumping with tell-tale expansion.

The hard-on in Sally's ass erupted, swamping her bowels, and it seemed to draw the cum from the two in her cunt.

Its spurting completed and its spunk swallowed, the dick in Sally's mouth withdrew. Her head freed, she lowered it just in time to take a faceful of jizz from the upper cutting boner fucking her tits.

Now Sally went to work mopping up, jerking off the two pricks in her hands. Her fists pistoned back and forth between the cockheads and the balls – up and down, up and down.

When they were ready to come, Sally bent the two pricks inward, aiming their heads like nozzles at her writhing, naked body. When they discharged, the hurtling cum splashed her with syrupy thwacks, splatting her bare flesh and then oozing down her body to collect in a hollow, nook, fold or crevice.

Slimy with the cum of seven cocks, Sally reared up from the floor, an obscene spectacle. She was screaming in joy, announcing to the universe that her fuck-ignited senses had propelled her above all else in creation.

The seven young men who had just gang-fucked her watched Sally with amazement.

"God, Arnie, where'd you find this bitch?" one of them asked in wander.

"You guys aren't gonna believe this," Arnie answered.

"Are you kidding?" The speaker gestured toward Sally, who was now spread eagled on the floor, fingering her jism-drenched ass and pussy and tasting the results. "Nothin' I heard about this chick would surprise me after this. Why, she a nun or something?"

"Almost as far-out," Arnie grinned. "You know that little twerp, Gordy Powell?"

The others nodded with recognition.

"Well, get this. This chick claims to be his sister."

A chorus of laughter filled the barracks. It seemed that Sally's brother had a reputation in the camp as being hopelessly square.

"What a waste," somebody snorted. "Man, if I had a sister like this, I'd fuck her every chance I got. Look at her. She's just been fucked by seven guys and she's got half her hand stuck up her cunt. I'll bet Gordy Powell doesn't even know what it's for."

Sally heard them. "Bastards!" she shouted. "Leave my brother out of this?"

"You ever spread your legs for that little wimp?" one of the counselors taunted.

Sally yearned to put him in his place with the truth. But she knew if she revealed that she and Gordy fucked all the time, the counselors would never leave him alone. The ragging he would have to take would be unmerciful.

Sally got to her knees, cupping her tits and once again offering her body to the counselors. "Forget about my brother and fuck me some more," she told them. "I've only pulled your train one way. I thought I signed on for a round trip."

It worked.

"Oh, man, this chick is just too damn much!" Arnie exclaimed, stroking his suddenly jutting cock. "I can't resist. Let's go around one more time, boys, and then let her brother have her, if that's what she wants."

Sally smiled inside. She had out bluffed them. Now all she had to do was fuck them all again. It would be easy.

She went to the nearest bunk and reclined. One legs was up, the other draped over the side. Her cunt was pulled apart, the blonde hair bristling as pussy juice and left-over cum leaked down her dangling thigh.

Sally looked around the room. Seven hard-ons greeted her.

"Who's first?" she asked.

Somebody came to her. She took him on top of her, scissoring her legs around his waist as his stiff cock plunged into her open twat. Their hips started to move and their asses rolled.

As they fucked, Sally relaxed and let whatever was going to happen go ahead and happen. While the hard-on in her cunt sawed away, she felt a tickling sensation inside her. It grew, until finally it became wonderfully unbearable, as though there were a feather swishing within her womb.

The match-up was perfect. As Sally climaxed with a shiver, the man fucking her shot his wad. Hot cum poured into the pit of her cunt. The jizz that wasn't sponged up by the thirsty tissues of her pussy bubbled to the surface and oozed down her thighs. The drained prick withdrew. The first fuck was over.

The second stud was more energetic than the first. He was the kind who liked to drill with his tool rather than just stroke. Since his dick was extraordinarily long, Sally swore that she could feel its head bumping against the base of her spine. Within a couple of minutes. Sally and her partner were coming simultaneously. The sweet aroma of his syrupy cum reached her nostrils and made them flare as the latest discharge of jism between Sally's legs splashed both inside and outside of her tireless cunt.

Number three was an ass-fucker from the word go. He jammed his cock up Sally's shit-pit, and kept on gouging until both he and his partner were moaning with orgasm. The sticky cum he spurted seemed to bind the two like glue, and at last, there was too much of a good thing, and the excess cum forced them apart.

The fourth cock returned to the well-worn groove of Sally's cunt. She lifted her legs high in the air, then tilted them over her head, grabbing her ankles and holding on as she was fucked. The prick splitting her pussy used every inch of its length for its thrusts. After a dozen or so ten-inch surges, Sally was coming again. The jism gushed into her after a final lurch of the hard-on in her twat.

The next fucker was more than just a cock attached to a body. As Sally felt herself shafted once more by a plunging dick, fingers and lips busied themselves all over her naked body. She was roughly soul-kissed. Her nipples were pinched into miniature spikes. And best of all, while the prick in her cunt pounded away, a whole fist barged its way into her asshole and thrillingly brutalized her. At the end of her fifth fuck within mere minutes, Sally found herself coming two ways at once as the molten jizz scalded the depths of her pussy and knuckles bruised the ultra-sensitive lining of her asshole.

The sixth guy saw what the last guy's fist had done to Sally's asshole, and picked that gaping opening to engulf his eager cock. The hole was temporarily so large that for once an ass-fuck wasn't excruciatingly tight. Without the normally intense friction that a woman is used to when she takes a cock in her ass, Sally had to wait until the cum hit her bowels before her senses exploded in orgasm. It was sloppy, but nobody was complaining.

Number seven was the last but not the least. For the first time Sally noticed a face. Arnie. She had come full circle.

"Fuck me, Arnie," Sally cooed as if they were alone and be was her special lover.

"Jesus, I don't believe you're for real," Arnie gulped, his stiff prick in his hand as he fit himself between Sally's gaping legs. "I've got to hand it to you. I've never seen a chick put out the way you have tonight."

"What's the matter, lover, am I too much woman for you?" Sally teased, flexing her cunt so that it resembled an erotic wound.

Arnie just shook his head in awe. "I'll never forget you," he promised as he passed the knotty crown of his prick between the flared gates of Sally's wide-open cunt.

As he penetrated, Sally lifted her ass and drove back at him, sucking his cock within her. Their hips started to move in tandem, rocking and rolling in the classic fucking motion. The squishing of his pumping prick in her spasming cunt filled the room.

Sally threw everything she had into it.

Her ass was a wonder of movement, driving by her hips so that each cheek was grating independently. The cock inside her cunt wasn't just swallowed up, but chewed. Arnie would tell his pals later that he'd sweat on a stack of Bibles that she had teeth inside her pussy.

The only negative thing about the fuck was that it didn't last long enough. It couldn't with the tremendous, female pressure being applied to Arnie's prick. He had to come. He couldn't hold it.

The jizz arrived in a geyser. Anticipating it at just the right instant, Sally yanked Arnie's straining dick from her cunt and aimed it at her head. As if it were a hose with which she was watering a bed of flowers, she drew the hard-on down her naked body as it spurted, first drenching her face, then her tits, her belly, her crotch, and then back up again so she could suck up the final drops with her mouth.

At last it was over. Coated inside and out with cum, Sally had earned the respect of every man in the room. She had never been so proud of being a woman.