A week had passed since her mother had left the house, and no one would tell her the reason she'd gone. But Sally correctly suspected that it had something to do with Phil. Her father had caught her fucking their son, she thought; he'd ordered her out of the house.

Sally whimpered and fucked her pussy on the pillow faster and faster. She wanted to fuck her daddy, she realized hotly, though she was too shy to seducing him. She wanted to feel his huge cock fucking her pussy even more than she wanted to fuck her Uncle Bob.

Every night for a week her uncle had been coming to her room after everyone was asleep, fucking her pussy at least once and sometimes fucking tirelessly between her thighs until three or four in the morning.

She humped the pillow for awhile. Sally was tired from lack of sleep, but she wasn't about to tell her uncle to leave her alone because the more he fucked her the more she craved his prick. Sex was turning her into a very, very horny girl, she realized. Sometimes she waited impatiently for her uncle's arrival for hours at a time, stirring restlessly under the covers as she fantasized about his cock.

Suddenly Sally heard the door open behind her. She paused for a moment, then humped her pussy on the pillow faster than ever. It was almost midnight, and her father and brothers were generally fast asleep by eleven. She was sure it was her uncle come to give her pussy the stiff cock she needed.

"Fuck me, Uncle Bob!" Sally cried, knowing how horny he'd be at the sight of her ass humping up and down on the pillow. "I couldn't wait for you tonight! I need your big dick!"

Footsteps approached her bed. Sally felt a strong hand running up her sleek, creamy white thighs, patting the firm, plump cheeks of her delectable ass. Then a finger wriggled into her fur-fringed pussy slit, and Sally moaned loudly as she felt it burrowing up her greasy, tight cunt.