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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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Family With The Hots
By Mark Carver
Chapter 1
Every morning at eight-thirty exactly, Anne Hawkins watched
him leaving for school. She peered from her living room window,
her eyes devouring his broad shoulders and slim waist. And always
her burning gaze lingered on the thick bulge of his crotch,
massive in his tight pants. When he turned the corner and
disappeared, the lushly curved brunette let out a deep sigh,
hugged her robe tighter around her plump breasts, and desperately
fought the urge to masturbate.
A year, a whole long tormenting year since she'd felt a hot
thrilling cock driving deep into her aching pussy! And powerfully
throbbing in her wet, eager mouth. And ramming savagely into her
tingling asshole.
Upstairs, Anne started drawing a hot bath and slipped out of
her robe. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs as she
critically examined her naked body in the full-length mirror. The
sight of her own ripe hot tits and velvety skin, her sleek thighs
framing her silky cunt-hairs almost always triggered a wild
fingerfucking session. Her hips would jerk with increasing fervor
as she dipped two fingers lewdly in and out of her juice-soaked
cunt and her entire glowing nakedness would tremble from head to
toe. Until that delicious moment of explosive coming, when her
burning juices were flowing and gushing onto her savagely fucking
fingers. But it wasn't working any more. She needed the real
thing, a live hot prick tearing relentlessly into her narrow slit,
until she could faint with sheer ecstasy.
Her fingers dipped down to her glistening pussy-hairs and
hesitated. How could anyone so voluptuous, so damned sexy be so
deprived?
With a long, shaking sigh, the tall brunette slipped into the
steaming bath-water and began soaping her lush tits. There would
be no obscenely thrilling fingerfucking on this beautiful summer
morning. Not as long as there was a handsome seventeen-year-old
boy living across the street who was hung like a bull in heat.
She couldn't deny what she had in mind was dangerous, especially
in a small town like Rockville.
But if she didn't have an honest-to-God orgy of lewd sucking
and fucking soon, she felt as if she'd lose her mind. She'd lived
in Rockville a year now, the town's prim and quietly respectable
music teacher. The nakedly curved brunette smiled when she
remembered seeing the welcome sign as she drove into town.
And on a sheer impulse, she'd stopped, rented a small house
and set herself up in business as the local music teacher. Piano
and guitar, mostly, with most of her students budding, healthy
teenagers of both sexes. Only now, after a year of aching,
restless torment, she realized there was more artistry and music
in a feverish blowjob and strenuous fucking session than all the
piano concertos in the world.
At four-thirty this afternoon, the anxious divorcee had a
lesson scheduled for Jack, the handsome boy who lived across the
street, the hung darling she'd secretly dreamed about for months
now. He was actually a lousy guitar player, but that wasn't the
sort of lesson she had in mind. If she didn't lose her nerve,
she'd show him some real music in the form of her sultry hot mouth
and fiercely throbbing cunt.
The lush brunette raised one long, silken leg along the rim
of the bathtub and lovingly stroked her smooth inner thigh. The
big problem wasn't Jack, who was just a healthy, clean-cut kid
with one of the biggest crotches she'd ever seen. It was his
father. Good-looking bastard, but one of those stern, moralistic
types who went punctually to church every Sunday, gazing down at
everyone else with cold, superior eyes. Probably screwed his
beautiful wife once a week for ten minutes exactly, before rolling
over and snoring.
If he ever found out the thirty-one year-old divorcee seduced
his wholesome young son with one of the hungriest blowjobs and
torrid fucking sessions imaginable, he'd have her tarred and
feathered. And as the town's most prominent citizen, he'd
probably have her thrown in jail to boot.
Anne tightened her lips with determination. Maybe jail
couldn't be any worse than a padded cell. Because this afternoon
she was going to have the wildest, most furious sucking and
fucking orgy of her life with that gorgeous hunk of boy-man, or
lose her sanity anyway.
To hell with the risk! She was so frantically horny by now,
even some of her fourteen and fifteen-year-old girl students were
beginning to look luscious and irresistible ...
It was the young, wholesome ones she craved fiercely now,
those sweet faces and smooth-skinned bodies, those juicy rock-hard
pricks that pounded with innocence and curiosity.
Beginning today, it was all or nothing, Anne told herself.
She was so hot most of the time, her cunt constantly felt like a
mass of soaked, throbbing fire. Even the soap-suds on her naked
flesh felt like sticky, tingling come. She'd give Jack the most
unforgettable sex of his life. Raw, naked, thrilling sex that
would leave him dazed with pleasure. In her mind's eye, the
passionate brunette began licking his big balls for a start,
teasing ever closer to his long hot prick ...
And to hell with his cold-eyed father, too!
* * *
In the office of his new Ford agency, one of the most
prosperous businesses in the small town, Mark Jensen went over the
latest purchase-orders with a self-satisfied smile. He had every
reason to be satisfied, except one, something he didn't want to
think about right now.
He had a beautiful wife who never nagged or complained, two
lovely children, Jack, seventeen, and Marsha, fifteen; a fast-
growing business; a reputation in town as a leader; hundreds of
friends. He had, in fact, everything. He even had something he
desperately needed that could destroy everything he'd built up
over the years if the town ever found out about it. Something
that could cost him twenty years in prison.
Mark glanced at his watch. Just after three, and as if
linked to his watch, his long prick began to pound hotly in his
pants. She was due any minute now.
The distinguished, thirty-eight year-old civic leader lit a
cigarette with shaking fingers. The whole goddamned mess began
six months ago, when he'd punished his daughter, Marsha for some
trivial incident. It was only a spanking, with his lovely,
sobbing daughter hunched over his knees. But the delicious feel
of her hot, plump young ass quivering beneath his fingers sparked
a deep, violent urge in his loins. Beneath the thin material of
her skirt and panties, her luscious ass triggered a molten climax
in his pants. He'd come again and again, breathing heavily, his
lust fired by her helpless sobs. He'd finally let her go, but by
then it was too late. He was hooked, addicted to the feel of
silky young ass, and from that moment on he spent almost all his
time fantasizing, daydreaming, unable to resist a constant massive
hard-on.
The girl entered his private office now, without even
knocking, and Mark sucked in his breath. Her eyes shone with
worship, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. But it was
her deliciously curved young body that held his attention. High,
delicately-rounded tits above a narrow waist, plump thighs and
perfectly smooth calves. And above all that juicy innocence, the
face of an angel framed by long golden hair.
It was his next-door neighbor's daughter, Julie, who was also
Marsha's best friend. She was all of fifteen-years-old herself.
"Hi, Mr. Jensen," she said brightly. Her voice was loud
enough for any of the salesmen on the floor to overhear. "Could
you give me a lift home if you're leaving now? My darn bike got a
flat tire."
"As a matter of fast, I was leaving early today," Mark said,
reaching for his briefcase. Was this idiotic, rehearsed
conversation really fooling anyone, he wondered nervously? It
didn't matter, he realized. A squad of police cars couldn't stop
him from what was going to happen in the next hour.
Grabbing his briefcase, he gave a few instructions to his
salesmen and went out to his new Ford, followed by Julie. They
got in, and a minute later he was heading out of town.
"I missed you something awful," Julie gushed. "Golly, Mark,
I almost went crazy today trying not to call you up. I wrote you
a long letter last night too."
"You didn't mail it, for Christ's sake!" he exploded.
"Didn't I warn you about being super careful, Julie?"
"No, I won't mail it," she promised fervently. "I just had
to put my crazy feelings into words."
They were on the two-lane road leading up to his cabin now.
Twenty minutes from town, the Jensen family had a small cabin on a
lake, where they usually spent weekends in summer, fishing and
barbecuing. Once they were alone on the road, Mark slid his hand
up beneath her skirt and fingered her drenched little cunt-hairs,
his prick began to pound furiously.
"Oh, I'm getting hot!" Julie moaned, grabbing his massive
cock through his pants. For a minute, he thought her soft
stroking fingers would make him come on the spot.
With a violent effort of will, Mark put all thoughts of
danger out of his mind. The risk was so insane, he knew he'd
better enjoy every lustful moment while he had the chance.
Once they were inside the cabin, the blonde adolescent hugged
him fiercely, crushing her small hot tits to his chest and
undulating her warm pussy eagerly to his hard crotch. This was
the fourth time he and Julie were alone, but each time was wilder,
more exciting than the last. By now, he'd trained his neighbor's
daughter to give him what he wanted. But first she always
frenched him, snaking her hot pink tongue deep in his mouth,
moaning with happiness and love.
"That's enough," Mark said hoarsely. "Start now."
Eagerly, the fifteen-year-old dropped to her knees and slowly
unzipped his fly. Whimpering with excitement, Julie seized his
hot, pulsating rod and slipped it out of his pants, gazing at it
with awe. Mark moaned, clutching her blonde head firmly in his
hands as she flicked her wet tongue against the giant knob rapidly
for a few seconds. Then she clutched as much of his burning meat
as she could into her warm mouth and began to stroke her lips back
and forth on it, moaning with hunger.
"Oh, Julie, oh baby. That's--Unnnnf!--that's good, honey!
Yes, yes, suck it, angel--Mmmmmmm!"
Slowly, he began to jerk his hips in time to her hotly
sucking mouth, as tingles of lewd pleasure raced along his long
cock. God, she was a fantastically exciting little cocksucker!
The first few times, he'd always pretended it was his own
daughter, Marsha, giving him such a deliciously obscene blowjob.
That made it even more lustful and forbidden, but by now Mark
didn't have to use his imagination. The madly sucking young
blonde was doing everything possible to please him, running her
tongue-tip along the surging length of his fleshy rod, then
swirling her tongue around his crimson knob in lewd circles,
moaning deeply all the while.
"Ah, Julie--MMMMM!--You'll make me come, angel--ooooo, shit,
suck it, SUCK IT! CHRIST THAT'S GOOD! UNNNF!"
Mark had never decided which was more exciting--Julie's
frantically sucking hot mouth or her tight, wildly juicy cunt. At
this moment, he had to choose her greedy lips and tongue, because
she was trying to drain his molten come out of him with furious
lust.
The tender young blonde had lost her virginity to Mark Jensen
just two weeks before, and it was impossible for her to think of
anything else since. The first time she'd humbly obeyed his
demands and let him come in her mouth, she'd almost choked on the
thick, salty flood of come. But now she loved it, wallowed in the
pungent, fiery jism with sheer love as it stung her mouth and
gushed down her eagerly gulping throat. She worshipped the
burning, rock-hard prick savagely pumping in and out of her mouth
like a battering ram.
There were times when it was all the fifteen-year-old could
do to keep from telling someone--almost anyone--about her affair
with the handsomest man in town. In fact, there were moments when
she'd almost blurted out all the obscene details to her best
friend, Marsha. I'm madly in love with your father! Julie
yearned to cry out, I almost die with happiness when I go down on
him!
But even in her wild infatuation, the worshipping blonde
sensed the total disaster that could happen with such a risky
confession. Especially in a town like Rockville, where everyone
knew practically everyone else.
"My--WOW!--My beautiful little cocksucker!" gasped Mark,
watching her pink mouth whip back and forth in a frenzy on his
bursting prick. "COMING, SHIT--COMMMMMING! JULIE, EAT IT, SUCK
IT, HONEY! UNNNNNNGH!"
He felt his rocks explode in a fury of excitement, spattering
in great gushes in her wildly sucking mouth. For a solid minute,
he continued fucking her in her juicy mouth, the knowledge that
they were both still fully dressed adding to the obscene pleasure.
Even after his long cock went limp, Julie sucked and whimpered for
more of his boiling juices, milking the thick trunk of his meat in
her tight fist.
Then, with a long happy sigh, the little blonde stood up and
hugged him. "Ooooh, your come is so good, Mark! I wish I had a
gallon of it to take home with me, so I could sip it all night
long with a straw!"
The violent urgency Mark always felt when he saw Julie had
subsided now after his first explosive climax. Madness, he
thought, as she hugged him adoringly, grinding her hot pussy to
his dangling rod. I could get twenty years for this, lose
everything, and I can't stop!
"Can we suck and fuck for a whole hour now?" Julie whispered
fervently. "Can we, Mark?"
For a minute he was shocked, until he reminded himself he'd
taught her the words, knowing they'd excite her, the way they
aroused himself in some bizarre obscene way. In public, Mark
Jensen was the smooth, suave epitome of the classic successful
businessman. With this fifteen-year-old child, every depraved
fantasy he'd ever secretly imagined was being realized with vivid,
obscene joy.
"Which would you rather have first?" he said huskily in her
ear, squeezing her plump asscheeks. "Want me to eat your hot
little pussy or spank you?"
Julie tingled from head to toe. She loved them both, because
a spanking meant not only tingling pain-pleasure when he began
lewdly fingerfucking her, but when he ate her trembling cunt, she
could faint with pure joy.
"Spank me!" Julie begged. "And then eat me!"
Quickly, they both began to strip. The moment Julie was
naked, Mark's long prick bristled with power again, quivering with
impatience. She would be a knockout in a few more years, once her
budding soft tits filled their lush promise and her plump, tawny
thighs became sleek. Her golden cunt-hairs shone with her eager
juices. Her lusciously rounded ass-cheeks made his stiff meat
leap with excitement. He'd yet to pierce her tiny brown asshole,
but that lustful joy was only minutes away.
At that moment, Mark Jensen decided he was either very, very
lucky or very, very stupid. Only time would tell.
Julie's eyes gleamed on his trim naked body. In spite of his
age, Mark's nakedness was lean and trim, with a hairy chest and
flat stomach. Beneath his crimson shaft, his balls dangled
hugely, fuzzy and swollen.
Mark sat on the edge of the bunk-bed, and Julie quickly
hunched on his lap, her soft belly and hot tits on his outspread
thighs. She quivered from head to toe with fear and lust. First,
the pain, then the tingling, thrilling pleasure.
"Spank me," she whimpered. "Hurt me, Mark. I love it when
you hit my ass so hard, and then ... Mmmmmm--OUCH!"
Gripping the outer rim of one silky plump assheek in his
hand, he brought his other hand down in a vicious stinging slap.
Instantly, his prick leaped at the feel of the hot velvety flesh.
He began spanking her harder, digging his fingers into the
succulent ass-flesh, recalling the lewd feel of his own daughter's
hotly quivering cheeks. Julie began sobbing softly, firing his
excitement to an intense pitch.
"Masturbate me!" Julie cried, her nakedness trembling madly.
"Oooooo, fingerfuck me, Mark, PLEASE!"
He slid a finger into her tight, juicy cunt and began stoking
it in and out rapidly. The little blonde shuddered fiercely and
began to jerk on his fucking finger, while his other hand
continued to whip her lush ass-cheeks, turning them into an
exciting bright crimson.
"Oh God, I'M HOT!" Julie wriggled, swinging her hips
furiously as he masturbated and spanked her at the same time.
"OOOO, MARK, DO IT HARDER, FASTER! AAAAAAAGH! IT HURTS
GOOOOOOOD! I LOVE IT, I LOVE YOU!"
His rod tingling madly, Mark slid a second finger into her
narrow hot pussy, and now the blonde was jerking in a frantic
spasm of pleasure on his pistoning fingers. Her tight cunt was
already gorged, and even the pain of the spanking was sheer
heaven.
"CUMMMMMING!" Julie screamed in a low moan, whipping her
burning young ass up and down furiously. She clawed her sharp
nails across his flanks in a fever of wild abandon. Sheets of
fire raced through her drenched cunt, out to her blazing assheeks,
while she issued low screams of ecstasy, as Mark fingerfucked her
savagely in brutal strokes.
"Marsha," he whispered hoarsely, reaching down to sink his
teeth into her silky hot ass. If only it was his own luscious
daughter! Christ, he loved her hot little cunt! All the years of
watching and daydreaming and waiting, and now this passion-crazed
fifteen-year-old angel, shuddering and swinging her juicy ass with
pure naked lust!
His fingers were soaked with her steaming cunt-juices now,
and her lust-maddened moans echoed throughout the small cabin.
Finally, he withdrew his fingers, and the blonde twitched her
glowing ass urgently, wanting more.
He pushed her off gently, and lay back on the bed, reaching
for a cigarette. His long rod bristled urgently, but he wanted to
draw the session out, savor every depraved moment of it. With the
risks he was taking, there was a heavy premonition in the air that
warned him to squeeze every ounce of lewd pleasure out of her
plump, silken nakedness possible.
He smoked, while Julie cuddled up to him, rubbing her swollen
hot tits and thighs to his naked body, whimpering with joy. His
cock never seemed to go down around her.
"I wish we could run away," Julie whispered, rubbing his hard
meat in her loving fingers. "We could do this all the time, Mark.
Nobody would ever know. They'd think I was your daughter."
"Stop that crap!" he said harshly. "I've got a family, for
Christ's sake. A business. Do you know what could happen if this
ever came out?"
"I know, I know," she said quickly. She'd been warned a
dozen times. But how could any of the dumb boys her own age, or
even older, satisfy her after a real man like Mark? Funny,
thought Julie, he's afraid of my parents finding out, but did he
even faintly suspect something was going on between his own wife
and her father?
Something was going on, Julie knew. One day a few weeks ago
she'd gotten sick at school and came home early. Her father's car
was in the driveway, meaning he'd left work early. Julie's mother
worked too, so when she came into the house and heard soft screams
upstairs, Julie hesitated downstairs, confused. Then her father
came downstairs, wearing his robe, and told her to leave the house
and not come back for an hour. It was neither an explanation nor
a request. No one ever questioned or argued with Julie's father.
He was a giant of a man, harsh and crude. Julie never liked him,
and often daydreamed that Mark was her father, so handsome and
polite. Since the two families were next-door neighbors, they got
along fairly well, although Mark didn't like her father, either,
Julie knew. Hardly anyone liked her father.
Obediently, Julie disappeared for an hour, going to a
girlfriend's house. But as she was coming back to her house, she
saw Mark's wife leaving. That didn't prove anything, though.
Except for the funny look on her face; furtive, kind of, sort of
guilty and rushed. But what would a beautiful, intelligent woman
like Sheila Jensen be doing having an affair with a slob like her
own father, Julie wondered? Especially with a handsome, sexy
husband like Mark?
None of it made sense. Besides, the only thing that mattered
to Julie was the fact that she was madly, totally in love with
Mark Jensen, even if he was old enough to be her father. Even the
way he'd taken her cherry, only a few weeks ago, was so sweet and
romantic, a memory the fifteen-year-old blonde lingered over, day
in and day out.
Julie had run over next-door to Mark's house one night when
she'd had a violent argument with her father. Actually, the
blonde was looking for Marsha, to spill out her troubles. But no
one was home, except Mark. They'd all gone to the movies, except
for Mark, who was going over some books. Unable to hold back her
tears, Julie blurted out that her father was a terrible, crude
man, a tyrant and she wanted to run away from home.
Sympathetically, Mark listened to her and then held her and
comforted her, as though she were his own daughter. He told her
why it was wrong to run away from home, but while he lectured her
in a soft voice, holding her on his lap, something strange
happened. He began stroking her soothingly, rubbing her arms and
then her legs, talking all the while in the softest, warmest
voice.
And Julie, without knowing why, began to squirm excitedly on
his lap. He was so warm and comforting, and her father had never
shown her any affection. After that, everything was a blur.
Julie was suddenly hugging him, and crying and kissing him, and
she could actually feel his immense prick straining at his pants
like a hot coiled spring of sexy power.
One thing led to another, and then Mark was gently rubbing
her hot crotch, and a minute later he'd begun to fingerfuck her in
slow, dreamy strokes. And a few minutes after that, he was eating
her pussy, triggering the wildest thrills she'd ever even begun to
imagine. And then they were in bed, Mark dreamily fucking her--it
only hurt for a few minutes, because of his enormous prick--and
then it was the most wonderful, wildest experience in the world.
And now the fifteen-year-old felt faint just looking at him,
remembering that fantastic night she'd awakened to sex.
And now, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Each
time Julie even thought about him, her hot little cunt began
weeping with excitement and she trembled like a leaf.
Now the blonde cuddled closer to him on the bunk-bed and
moaned with rising excitement. She continually fondled and
caressed his long prick, wanting urgently for him to eat her
pussy, but wanting even more to please him. It was ironic that
everyone thought he was such a cold, distant character when he was
actually a terrifically exciting lover.
Whatever temptation the luscious adolescent might have about
telling him what she suspected about Mark's wife and her own
father, Julie immediately put out of her mind. He was nervous
enough about things as they stood.
"I'd do anything in the world for you," Julie whispered
passionately, crouching down to kiss his long rod of flesh with
reverence. It quivered powerfully in her fingers and she moaned
lewdly. "Anything. I'll even--even get you other girls if you
want. Honest."
Jesus, Mark thought with disgust, all I need are two or three
more problems like Julie! Enjoy yourself, he remembered. It's
later than you think.
"Just keep kissing my cock and swing your gorgeous little ass
over here," he told her.
Happily, Julie swung her crouched naked body around in
reverse, so that her golden-haired cunt hovered over his waiting
mouth. She began sucking on his thick hot cock once more, while
he clutched her soft hips in his fingers and brought her pink wet
pussy down to his mouth. Then the distinguished businessman
commenced sucking off the fifteen-year-old's delicious hot cunt
with feverish abandon. Jesus, she was delicious! All honey and
fire, her pussy-juices gushing into his mouth like the sweetest
nectar. Leisurely thrills rippled through his loins as Julie
fervently sucked and kissed and nibbled on his hard prick,
stroking the thick meat all the while in her eager hot fingers.
For a few minutes, Mark lost himself in a reverie of other
sweet pussies and other lustful blowjobs he'd gotten over the
years, comparing. His own wife Sheila had been a wildcat when
they'd first met, tight, juicy and insatiable. For six months,
practically all they'd done was sixty-nine before long, dreamy
fucking sessions that left them both happily exhausted. But then
it wore off; hell, it always did after the first year or two of
marriage.
Then Mark began getting occasional secretaries searching for
new cars, just two or three-week affairs. He quickly found out
how dangerous that could be with singles. If they got hung up on
you, they started talking about divorce and causing trouble. So
he switched to horny housewives, which, in spite of a small town
like Rockville, there seemed to be an endless supply. The very
moment any of them tended to get possessive or heavy, he dropped
them as though they had the plague.
And then there was the agony and desire of watching his own
beautiful daughter grow up, an irresistibly tempting replica in
the flesh of his own wife when she was young and hot and wildly
passionate, the most feverishly satisfying sex he'd ever had, the
juiciest, most fiery cunt imaginable.
Maybe the succulent, lovely fifteen-year-old beauty lovingly
whipping her sweet mouth up and down on his burning meat was his
final fling. Hell, he was almost forty. Her lewd groans were
music to his ears as she gave him a torrid, greedy blowjob, and
her sweet little cunt gushed pure boiling honey into his lapping
mouth like wet fire.
But deep down Mark Jensen knew the truth. He wanted his own
daughter, Marsha. He dreamed, day and night, about kissing and
nibbling and sucking on every tawny inch of her sweet young flesh,
spanking and fingerfucking and ramming his massive prick into her
lush tightness until she screamed for mercy.
And Julie, sucking lustfully on his balls at this very moment
to send tingling thrills racing through his blood, was only a
substitute. A luscious, madly sucking substitute, and a gorgeous
one too, but only an echo of what he really craved.
Mark pushed her protesting lips away from his pounding hot
meat. "Let's fuck!" he gasped.
"Yes, yes, yes," Julie moaned. She crawled quickly up beside
him, on her back, drawing her knees up high. Her pink shining
cunt was exposed like a tiny rosebud, pulsating madly.
Mark mounted her, and the young blonde wrapped her legs
around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back. She
panted in a frenzy, with her hot ass writhing urgently, while he
guided the huge knob of his prick into the narrow slit of her
slippery cunt-lips.
"Good--UUUUUUGH!--GOOD GOD!" screamed Julie. Only an inch of
his colossal meat had pierced her pussy, but already violent waves
of fire shuddered through her madly throbbing cunt. Carefully,
Mark began stroking his rod gently in and out of the blonde's
fiery cunt, sucking in his breath with intense pleasure. Christ,
what juicy ass! Another inch, and Julie was swinging her
perspiring plump ass to a steady rhythm of obscene joy, gasping
and raving.
"OH MARK--Unnnnngh!--Darling, love it, love your big prick--
OOOOOOOO! MORE, HONEY, MORE! YESSSSSSS, JEEZ, I LOVE TO FUCK
YOU, OH IT'S WILD! OH GIVE IT TO ME ALL, HURT ME, TEAR ME UP, ALL
OF IT--AAAAAAAARGH!"
"Ahhhhh, that's hot loving pussy!" Mark groaned. It was all
he could do to keep from coming at this moment in her fiery slit.
No matter how slowly he tried to pump his gorged cock in and out,
Julie's tawny little ass swung to a frenzied rhythm of lust. Her
fingers squeezed his own muscled ass fiercely as she jerked.
Tears of lewd pleasure rolled down her cheeks as his fucking
movements came faster, although he still had only two-thirds of
his long meat inserted.
"All of it!" Julie gasped. "ALL OF YOUR HOT PRICK!"
With a violent upward wrench of her soft hips, she managed to
enclose his fleshy rod to the very hilt. Now in a fury of
wantonness, the fifteen-year-old's ass-cheeks slapped loudly
against his swollen balls.
"Can't--MMMMM--can't hold it any more!" grunted Mark. His
big balls tingled madly for a moment, and then he gushed his
burning load out in great urgent spurts. Instantly, Julie's
luscious hot cunt clamped madly on his dick. She shook her head
from side to side, low screams of sheer lustful bliss coming from
her throat.
"CAN'T STOP CUMMMMMING!" the blonde sobbed. She locked her
ankles more tightly behind his back. Maddening spasms of her
gushing pussy rocked Mark's loins with intense thrills, as the
adolescent drained every last drop of his molten juice.
Long after his rod went limp, Julie continued to sob and
twitch her perspiring young ass. Both their naked bellies were
bathed in sweat, and they ground together as they panted.
She hugged him so tightly, he had trouble glancing at his
watch. Jesus! He'd better get her home fast. The temptation to
ravage her virgin asshole, so tiny and helpless would just have to
wait. There would be plenty of other opportunities--unless the
whole mess came crashing down first.
Driving back to town a few minutes later, the warm glow of
lustful contentment in Mark's loins made him toy playfully with
her softly curved ass. But as he glanced at her lovely face, he
realized with a shock just how young she was and the fact that she
was his next-door neighbor's daughter. And his neighbor wasn't
exactly a fragile flower either. Six feet, four, with a barrel
chest and arms like an overweight wrestler. He had a vicious
temper, too.
But the police worried Mark more than anything. Hell,
suppose Julie blabbed everything out to a girlfriend in a moment
of gushing love or weakness? What did he expect for screwing
around with a juicy little hunk young enough to be his own
daughter.
All because he craved his own daughter.
He let Julie off a few blocks from her house, where she'd
left her bicycle. He had to forcibly push her away when she tried
to hug him goodbye.
"For Christ's sake!" he exploded. "The neighbors, you dope.
Better keep away for a few days."
Oh, damn," sighed the blonde. "Okay. I'll just write you
another mushy love letter."
"Don't mail it!"
"Don't worry, she said, furtively squeezing his cock through
his pants. "I'm not that naive."
Mark watched her get out of his car, her plump, cute ass
irresistibly bouncing and swaying. Already he felt the tingle of
another hard-on. Even the prospect of twenty years and total
disgrace in a hick town like Rockville couldn't keep him away from
that tight, fiery young pussy. He was hooked as thoroughly as
though he were a junkie.
In his own house, he kissed his wife perfunctorily on the
cheek. There was a funny blush to her beautiful face, as though
she were secretly excited about something. Still gorgeous at
thirty-six, still a passionate, eager ball of fire in bed, next to
a child-girl like Julie she was practically a shadow.
There was no denying Sheila Jensen turned eyes whenever she
walked down the streets of Rockville. Lush, firm tits proudly
held out, a narrow waist, voluptuously rounded hips and long
tapering legs. The perfect, faithful wife, thought Mark wryly.
Christ, if only she knew!
"Where's Jack and Marsha?" he asked her.
"Marsha is over at a girlfriend's house and Jack is taking
his guitar lesson. They'll be home soon."
Sheila avoided his gaze as she spoke, fussing around the
kitchen stove. Poor Mark! God, if he knew what was going on he'd
kill her. The whips, the chains, the humble obedience and
agonizing hot sessions ... with the man in town he practically
detested most, their next-door neighbor.
It's going to be all right, Sheila told herself. But her
fingers shook with nervousness as she reached for a pot. If she
had any sanity left, she'd cut the whole perverted business out
right now. She'd tell Al to forget it all, she didn't even want
to talk to him again.
Well, maybe after just one more time. Her lush ass still
glowed with pain and humiliation after their last violent
encounter. And it was such a delicious feeling.
Mark settled down in the living room with a drink. He didn't
know why his son bothered to take guitar lessons. The kid sounded
terrible, as if he had a tin ear. As far as the music teacher
across the street went, she'd already settled into the town-
spinster routine. But she wasn't bad looking, actually. If you
looked carefully beneath those thick horn-rimmed glasses she wore,
you could sometimes detect a look of quiet desperation in her
eyes. And she always wore her hair coiled up, and those prim,
shapeless dresses. But if you somehow got beneath all that ...
Hell, Mark had his hands full enough. Between his own
stacked, passionate wife, his next-door neighbor's luscious little
daughter, and his irresistible craving to spank, suck and fuck his
own fifteen-year-old daughter, he was having trouble sleeping.
Chapter 2
When Jack Jensen showed up at his music teacher's house, just
across the street from his own, he was totally unprepared for what
greeted him.
At first he thought the fantastically seductive brunette who
opened the door couldn't possibly be Miss Hawkins. In the first
place, she didn't wear thick glasses and her hair wasn't coiled up
on top of her head. In the second place, she wasn't wearing a
shapeless dress. And finally, she had a figure that made his eyes
practically bulge.
What greeted Jack was a tall, high-breasted, long-legged
knockout. Her huge brown eyes were luminous, almost burning. She
wore mascara, rouge and lipstick, looking like a model for a sexy
magazine cover. Her snug, low-cut dress revealed creamy breasts
that practically billowed out over her V-neck. Her legs were clad
in misty black nylons and high heels.
Jack had lost his cherry long before, at the age of fifteen
in the back seat of a jalopy at a drive-in movie. The recipient
of his long bursting cock was a gushing fourteen-year-old, not
even a cherry herself. He'd had a number of girls since, some
average, some really cute. A few of them could really fuck,
although most of them were clumsy and mushy with inexperience.
But all the pussy in Rockville lined up stark naked couldn't
begin to compare to this knockout.
"Don't just stand there gawking," Anne said, with a sultry
smile. "Come on in, Jack."
He hauled his guitar case into the living room and sat down
on the sofa, awkwardly. At seventeen, the first thing that
occurred to him was that obviously the luscious brunette had a
date with someone after his music lesson. But as a sharp tingling
began in his balls, spreading along the length of his thick coiled
prick, Jack realized he'd have to go through his lesson with a
painful hard-on. Jesus, if he stood up he'd look as though he had
a salami in his pants.
Anne Hawkins stood before him, her eyes smoldering. "I don't
know if your parents permit you to drink, Jack, but I've got some
sherry if you'd like a glass."
Quickly, he nodded. Anne went into the kitchen, her blood
singing with excitement. She'd taken more than two hours to
transform herself into a sultry knockout. But the effect even
surprised herself. And the energy that went into it was pure
horny lust, accumulated for more than a year. Just thinking about
that handsome, super-hung kid sitting in the next room with an
obviously huge erection was enough to make her hot pussy begin to
seep its primed juices.
She poured half a large glass of sherry for him, then topped
the glass with vodka. He wouldn't know the difference and it
would loosen him up. For herself, she poured straight vodka,
knowing that the only thing that would loosen her up was a few
torrid hours of ball-kissing, cocksucking, having her aching cunt
lasciviously devoured and a nonstop fucking session for at least
an hour.
Anne went back to the living room. He'd already started
fooling around with his guitar, the chords tinny and inept.
"Am I getting any better?" he asked.
"A little," she said. "It takes time and practice, Jack.
Drink your drink, honey."
He gulped half his drink down, feeling awkward. She'd never
called him honey before. And she was actually staring at his
hard-on with some of the hungriest eyes he'd ever seen in his
life. For the first time it occurred to Jack that she'd turned
herself into a sexy, mouth-watering bombshell just for him.
Well, hell, he knew he was good looking enough, for the
chicks in high school anyway. Normally, he'd just make a pass at
a schoolgirl by kissing her and squeezing her tit at the same
time. Then he'd slowly work his fingers under her skirt and up
around her crotch, which was usually soaked by this time. But
that seemed clumsy as hell to him with a voluptuous woman like
this. Obviously, she'd been around at one time or another and,
looking as wild as this, could have her choice of any man in town.
Why a high-school kid like himself?
Mentally, Anne was already thinking about that. Men her own
age bored her, like her ex-husband. There wasn't any sense of
conquest, or especially corruption. For a year or more now, she'd
fantasized turning on handsome boys like Jack so lewdly, they'd
never forget her. And no matter who else they screwed or married,
they could think back and say, "Wow, that sexy music teacher, Miss
Hawkins, now that was an unforgettable experience, the wildest
mouth and ass I've ever had."
But at the age of thirty-one, Anne also knew she'd probably
have to take the first step. The boy was awed by her, that much
was clear. She finished her drink, put it down, and took the
guitar from him and placed it beside the sofa.
Then the tall brunette leaned over and kissed him with naked
lust. She slithered her tongue deep into his mouth, writhing it
around. A moment later she put her warm hand on his thick
pounding prick and squeezed.
"Would you like to fuck me, Jack?" she whispered hotly in his
ear. She unzipped his fly before he could even reply. Sliding
her fingers inside, she grasped his hot coiled meat with a low
moan of fervor. God, what a prick! The mere feel of its
throbbing, burning power brought the wildest urges to her whirling
mind.
Suddenly the frustrated divorcee wanted to be fucked
everywhere, endlessly. Not only in her hotly sucking pussy, which
had already soaked her panties until they were completely
drenched, but in her tingling asshole and mouth, even between the
mounds of her lush, swollen tits.
"Christ, yes!" Jack breathed, putting a hand on her warm tit
and squeezing. She'd taken his long fleshy rod out of his pants
now, and was milking it gently in her soft warm fist. For a few
moments, the boy was afraid he'd come in her hand.
Sensing how wildly aroused he was, the brunette slowed down.
She released his boiling meat from her fingers, and undid his
belt-buckle. If he was going to come that fast, she might as well
get all that delicious hot juice spurting down her throat instead
of all over her hand.
Anne knelt between Jack's thighs and slid down his pants and
jockey-shorts with them. For a few moments, her lips parted
feverishly as she just stared at the gigantic crimson prick. All
the juices of youth flowed and pounded in its thick length. Tiny
purple veins of impatience quivered along his bright-red rod, and
already a thick creamy drop of come oozed from his massive knob.
Jack sat on the sofa, naked from the waist down. The softly
moaning brunette knelt between his muscled thighs and firmly
gripped the trunk of his cock in one hand. Already it quivered
explosively. Issuing a deep moan of hunger, Anne darted out her
long pink tongue and licked up the salty drop of come, tasting it
happily. She would give him a blowjob he'd never forget, so he'd
come back again and again for more.
But first, the artistic frills. She held his pounding rod up
with one hand and nuzzled her lips to his fuzzy balls. She licked
at them lasciviously for a minute, before putting her lips on
their hairy hugeness and sucking fervently.
"Oh, shit, Miss Hawkins! OH WOW, THAT'S GOOD! OH, YEAH,
YEAH, UMMMMMMM! I love it when you suck my balls like that!"
By now the madly aroused brunette was getting so feverish she
had to fight the urge to fingerfuck herself at the same time. But
at seventeen, Jack would have enough juice stored up to come again
and again, in her madly pounding cunt and aching asshole, just
about anywhere she desired.
Jack cupped her head in his hands and nudged her closer to
his tingling balls. He'd had schoolgirls blow him before, but it
was girl-scout stuff compared to this! She was tracing lusty
circles on his balls with her hot tongue, pausing every few
seconds to suck on them passionately. The young girls Jack had
persuaded to go down on him before, and not all of them needed a
hell of a lot of persuasion, either, had usually given him clumsy
but eager blowjobs. Just sucking out his boiling come as fast as
they could to please him. But this wildly sexy brunette was
driving him absolutely crazy with her lustful teasing.
Suddenly Anne grasped his quivering meat in her mouth and
began greedily sucking him off, deep animal moans coming from her
throat. She began whipping her head back and forth with a pent-up
urgency, eager to gulp down his youthful juices, to relish every
burning drop. At the same time, she jerked the trunk of his
pounding rod lewdly in her hot fist.
"Can't--CAN'T HOLD MY ROCKS!" Jack gasped, astonished at her
frenzied cocksucking. He jerked his prick up to meet her sucking
motions, feeling as if his jism was being drained out of him by an
electric sucking machine. Lord, what a blowjob! Every nerve in
his loins was exploding as the divorcee's madly hungry mouth
pumped passionately on his rock-hard meat. The lusty combination
of her jerking hot fist at the same time triggered a tremendous
climax.
"OOOOOO, SHIT! OH CHRIST MISS HAWKINS, UNNNNNNG! CAN'T TAKE
YOUR WILD MOUTH! HERE IT COMES, HERE--WOW! GETTING MY ROCKS OFF!
OOOOOOOO!"
Frantic groans of lust coming from her throat, Anne sucked
faster and more furiously. The massive bursting prick quivered
for long thrilling moments in Anne's mouth, swelling and growing
as hard as a brick. Then his load came in great torrents of salty
lava. Greedily the brunette gulped it down, loving the burning
creamy taste, gently ripping her teeth along his fleshy rod in
frenzied hunger.
For a solid minute, Jack continued to burst his flood of come
into her fantastically eager mouth, gasping and groaning with
excitement. Her crazed moans were subsiding now, but still Anne
sucked fiercely as his long cock slowly deflated. Every molten
drop of his young juice was nectar to her starved throat, and a
thrilling promise of what her pussy and asshole would soon get.
At last she released his limp prick with a long, delicious
sigh of happiness. The blow-job was fierce and urgent, over with
too quickly for her satisfaction. But there would be others,
plenty of others, and not just with Jack either.
She milked a final few drops out with her fist, which she
eagerly lapped up. Then she stood up with a languorous
expression, her eyes still glowing on his thick dangling prick.
"Did you like that, Jack? Was it good enough for you?"
The seventeen-year-old nodded, still catching his breath.
"It was far out, Miss Hawkins. Jesus, I never got my rocks off
like that! It was ... dynamite."
Feeling a thrill of pride, Anne went to the kitchen to refill
their glasses. This time she poured straight vodka. Sucking off
a beautiful young boy like Jack was an experience she desperately
needed, but now her silken cunt pulsated and ached with a powerful
need of its own. And not just her sex-starved pussy, either.
There was a strange tingling in her asshole, a need to be ravaged
there by his gorgeous young prick as well.
By now, the brunette music teacher knew she was half-drunk,
but she was careless about the outcome of any of it, as long as
she could gratify the wild fantasies that had tormented her for
more than a year. Her cunt felt like a throbbing mass of fire,
and every nerve in her succulently curved flesh ached fiercely.
Her swollen nipples tingled madly, begging to be sucked and gently
bitten. But above all, she needed that throbbing, gigantic young
prick rammed up her sucking pussy until she fainted with sheer
satisfaction and joy.
She'd waited so long, held off so stupidly, Anne Hawkins
wondered if she'd ever get enough sucking and fucking to gratify
her built-up urgency.
Back in the living room, she pulled Jack up by the hand and
fondled his deflated rod in her lewd fingers as they sipped their
drinks. It stiffened rapidly again in her stroking fingers.
"Ever eat a pussy before?" she whispered to him wantonly.
She loved the raw sex-sound of the words after playing the role of
a starved spinster for so long. She could also feel the effect
the obscene words were having on the boy as his prick leaped
hungrily in her fingers.
"Yeah, sure," Jack lied. The truth was, he'd had the urge a
couple of times with a few of the cuter chicks he'd dated, but
he'd never actually gone down on them. The prospect of ramming
his tongue up this gorgeous brunette's cunt both intimidated and
excited the hell out of him. Suppose he disappointed her?
"Or suck on a girl's tits and fingerfucked her at the same
time, until she came all over your fingers?" Anne murmured,
stroking just a bit harder on his rigid hot meat. She'd get the
boy so hot he wouldn't be able to stop coming.
"Christ, Miss Hawkins, you're getting me so worked up I'm
going to come in your fingers," Jack rasped, gulping down the rest
of his drink in one swallow.
"Or fucked a girl in the ass?" the madly aroused brunette
continued, relentlessly. Actually, the words were exciting
herself at least as much as him. Why, she wondered, did it sound
so great to be a whore after playing the role of a spinster for so
long? But she loved the role of the insatiable whore, at least
right now.
"No," Jack stammered truthfully. The idea of screwing the
tall, sultry divorcee in her beautifully curved ass brought an
impatient drop of come oozing from his crimson knob.
As far as Anne was concerned, her inner debate was over with.
She wanted this boy's massive pole fed up her pussy right now,
every hot pounding inch. The rest of her sex-starved desires
would have to wait. Only a straight, hot, ruthless fuck would put
out her fire for now. Dog-style the first time. She wanted those
big young balls crushing brutally against her nakedly curved ass
each time he rammed forward, like a burning piledriver.
"Undress me," she said in a husky voice. "Strip me, honey,
and then fuck me until I faint."
His fingers trembling with eagerness, Jack stood behind the
sultry brunette and unzipped her dress. All the while she
undulated her big warm ass against his naked prick, getting him
hotter, more furiously aroused. When her dress was tossed aside,
he unsnapped her bra; took it off and tossed that aside. She
clutched his hands and squeezed them to her luscious hot tits,
moaning with rising lust. She continued jerking her lush cheeks
to his now-stiff rod of flesh, rubbing the silky crack of her ass-
cheeks so lewdly he was afraid he'd shoot off again, on the spot.
When the voluptuous music teacher was stark naked, Jack
sucked in his breath. Her tits had huge rosy nipples, fat with
lust. Her copper-colored cunt-hairs were soaked with her passion.
Compared to the cute little schoolgirls he'd fumbled around with
for the past few years, Anne Hawkins was a goddess.
She gripped his cock in one warm fist and guided him to the
arm of the sofa. The thrilling, surging power of his long young
dick almost made her want to suck him off again. But what she
needed at this moment, more than anything in the world, was a
brutal, hot animal fuck. The statuesque brunette knew that he
might come too soon again. Already his crimson prick was surging
anxiously in her loving fingers. But she knew how to fix that,
too.
Facing him, Anne darted two fingers into her trembling cunt
and spread her own hotly flowing, cunt-juices over them. She
covered the length of his hard rod with her gushing fluid
liberally, rubbing the knob obscenely against her pulsing cunt-
lips meanwhile.
"Now, listen, Jack," she said in a hoarse urgent voice. "I
need a long hot fuck from you, darling. As big as your mammoth
cock is, don't worry about hurting me. Just slam it all in and
work it, honey. Keep on working it, because, darling, you don't
know how badly I need this one!"
"Christ, you're so sexy, Miss Hawkins--"
"Call me Anne, silly."
"I might--I might come too soon to satisfy you, Anne."
"The hell you will," she said, grinning with knowledge.
"I'll fix that, you darling boy. You just screw like a machine.
I'll let you know when to stop."
The naked, lusciously curved brunette hunched her belly over
the arm of the sofa and spread her long legs behind her, with her
toes touching the floor. She leaned far down with her elbows on
the seat of the sofa. Her plump naked ass undulated urgently, so
ripely inviting, Jack feared he would explode his boiling rocks
off before he even touched her pink glistening cunt. He could see
her juicy slit pulsating hungrily before his eyes, peeping between
her silky cunt-hairs.
Reaching behind her, where the boy stood in an upright
position between her outspread, creamy thighs, Anne seized the
base of his cock tightly in her fingers. Moaning anxiously, she
guided his huge hot knob against her waiting cunt-lips, inserting
the head of his burning dick inside her just an inch or so. She
held it there while she gyrated her madly hot pussy around it for
a minute.
"Oh God, that's so good, darling! OH CHRIST, THAT'S SO HOT
AND NICE, JACK, BABY! MMMMMMM, WHAT LOVING MEAT! YESSSS. Start
now, start fucking, START FUCKING MY HOT CUNT NOW!"
Grabbing a velvety naked ass-cheek in each hand, Jack rammed
his long rod forward. Instantly he gritted his teeth as her
lusciously hot and tight pussy sucked madly on it. Then the
wildly panting brunette was jerking feverishly back and forth on
his pistoning rod. Each time she swung back, Anne slammed her
perspiring hot ass in a frenzy to his bushy crotch, gasping as his
swollen dick slid further and further into her tight, luscious
cunt.
"OH CHRIST, FUCK ME, DARLING BOY! UNNNNNNNGH! NEED THIS SO
BAD! OOOOOOOO, HONEY, THRILLING BIG PRICK--AAAGH!"
Jack found it almost impossible to believe the sensations
rippling along his burning meat. Each time he savagely thrust his
gorged prick forward, the moaning brunette clamped her silken,
drenched cunt on it in a fury of lewdness. She whipped her hot
pussy up and down, and then from side to side, and then in frantic
circles. The feel of his gigantic knob grinding around the walls
of her aching cunt was sheer obscene heaven after a whole year of
abstinence.
"GONNA--OOOOOOF! COME, GONNA COME, ANNE! TOO HOT AND GOOD,
TOO JUICY, WOWWWWWWW!"
The wildly jerking brunette had never released her tight grip
on the base of his thick meat, and now she deliberately tightened
her fingers on it so hard, Jack grunted in pain. She kept up the
agonizing pressure all the while her ripe hot ass swung furiously
on him. It was impossible for him to come as long as she squeezed
his long thick cock in this manner. But her own lustful pleasure
was being fired by the moment, each time she slammed back in a
frenzy to meet his driving hot prick, now gorging her starved cunt
with thrilling effect.
"Fuck me, darling boy!" she panted, grinding her soaked pussy
furiously up and down on his fleshy rod. Her other fingers toyed
at first with her swollen, sensitive tits beneath her, then darted
down to find her own clitoris. She began stroking it in a fever
of lust, feeling her first orgasm build up to spine-tingling
proportions. She vibrated a fingertip frantically against her
gorged clit-bud while Jack fucked her with relentless power,
ramming his rod in to the hilt. The feel of her silky hot ass in
his digging fingers and the sight of her sexily-curved nakedness
jerking and thrashing beneath his prick would be enough to make
him come at any time. But the pressure of his music teacher's
painful fingers on the base of his dick made it impossible. All
he could do was savagely and hopefully screw her, wishing her
agonizing grip on his cock would ease up so he could come.
But Jesus, what a wild, incredible piece of ass compared to
the clumsy schoolgirls he'd had up to now! Not just sultry and
beautiful, but so starved for violent sex the boy sensed she could
keep up the pace for twenty-four hours, nonstop!
"Your cunt is driving me--OH JEEZ, MISS HAWKINS, YOUR PUSSY
IS TOO MUCH! LET GO, MY COCK, PLEASE! OOOOOOOF!"
The fiercely panting brunette released her grip on his rod
for just a few seconds, then resumed its painful vise. Her first
climax was building up now, beginning to explode and race to every
jarred nerve in her sensuous flesh. One fact she realized with
sudden insight, you couldn't hold back on sex, couldn't deny your
healthy body for as long as she had without going crazy later.
Lord, she'd fuck anything in pants right now, and some of it in
skirts as well!
"Love your hot prick!" the wildly thrashing brunette panted
as she ground her naked hot ass against his sweaty crotch. "LOVE
HOT YOUNG COCK! OOOOOOOO, COMING AGAIN, DARLING! AAAAAAARGH!
WANNA SUCK AND FUCK ALL NIIIIIIIIIIGHT! COMING!"
Another, more violent orgasm shattered in Anne's blazing
cunt, tingling from her toes to her nipple-tips. Every softly
curved inch of her writhing nakedness was drenched in
perspiration, as the massive prick drove deeper and harder. Her
searing cunt felt as if it were gorged to bursting, but she loved
it more with each lustful stroke. Again and again, the screaming
brunette came, until she mercifully released her taut grip on
Jack's quivering hard-on.
"OH THANKS, CHRIST, SO HOT AND JUICY! WOWWWWWWWW! GONNA
COME, GOTTA COME, OH, BEEEEEEAUTIFUL CUNT!" Jack grunted.
Feeling the boy's gushing jism beginning to spurt in mighty
gushes deep into her trembling hot cunt, Anne fingerfucked her
swollen clit to a furious tempo. She writhed her fleshy naked ass
frantically to his bushy groin as Jack pumped his long rod into
the very hilt, his balls grinding against her soaked thighs.
"COMING!" Anne screamed, "OH JEEEEESUS, YOUNG HOT PRICK I
LOVE YOU! LOVE IT, FUCK ME HARDER, YESSSSSSS! UNNNNNNNNNNGGGG!"
The hottest, wildest orgasm she'd ever felt in her life now
shuddered through the music teacher's madly sucking cunt. For an
electrifying moment she almost fainted with sheer obscene
pleasure. In time, she could teach the handsome boy to really ram
it to a woman, show him tricks that would drive any girl or sex-
starved woman up the wall.
Still clamping her lust-maddened pussy in a frenzy on his
limp shaft, at last the moaning brunette released his long rod.
Heaving for breath, Jack stepped back, dazed by the wildness and
tempestuous passion of the sex-starved divorcee. All the boy
could conclude was that she was one hell of a better sex teacher
than a music teacher. If he could only play the guitar like she
could go down on him and screw, he'd be the country's leading folk
singer.
How could he ever be happy with a hot young schoolgirl again?
Her huge tits bounced as she slowly stood up, sighing and moaning
with long-awaited contentment.
"Time for another drink," said Anne, gazing with loving
tenderness at his young cock.
"I don't think I've got time," Jack said. "I'm supposed to
be home for dinner in about five minutes."
"Then we'll make time," Anne said with vehemence. She was
glowing with contentment right now, but the way she felt she knew
she'd be wildly aroused again in a few hours. And she wasn't
about to go out in a hick town like Rockville and risk her
reputation with a pickup. Not as she gazed at his powerfully
muscled body and mammoth prick. Her ripe breasts began to pant at
the mere thought of having him gush his burning semen all over
them, then craning her head down to lick it up with greedy fervor.
"Call your folks and tell them you had to go out somewhere
with a friend. You had to help him fix his car, emergency or
something like that. You'll be at least another hour."
Staring at her lush, heaving tits and sleek thighs, Jack
quickly agreed. He made the phone call, hemming and hawing with a
clumsy excuse, but finally stumbled believably through it. By the
time he hung up the phone, the naked brunette was already sprawled
back on the edge of the bed, with her creamy thighs spread. She
leaned back on her elbows, her pink sucking cunt eagerly dripping
with impatience.
"I want you to go down on me, honey," she told him in a husky
voice. "But not so fast. Suck on my tits first. They're so hot
they might explode. Go to it, honey!"
Jack didn't need any further coaxing at the sight of her
sensuously naked body. He lay on top of the tall divorcee,
clutching a hot, ripe tit in his hands and began sucking hard on
the fat nipple.
"Oooooh, good boy, darling boy, mmmmmmm! MMMMMMMM! Bite,
but carefully, honey ... Ahhhhh, just tease the nipples, sweetie,
nibble, yummy! Suck my other tit now, darling boy ..."
Jack's hardon was once more complete as he teased and kissed
her luscious burning breast-mounds. Her nipples were gorged with
passion in his mouth, and all the time Anne gyrated and lewdly
swung her drenched cunt up against him. She stroked his hard ass-
cheeks in her caressing fingers, softly moaning with lewd
pleasure. The boy was no artist, but he could be trained.
"Okay, darling, slide your mouth down now, but slowly, I want
you to tease my belly and cunt, sweet boy. Inch by loving inch,
mmmmmmmmm, that's it! Yesssssss!"
The feverish brunette was rapidly arousing herself to a
frantic pitch at the prospect of having her pussy eaten after so
long. He licked at her gently rounded belly for a minute before
easing his lips down into her nest of cunt-hairs. With an urgent
groan, Anne drew her knees up high and dug her heels into his
broad shoulders. This was going to be fantastic, having her hot
pulsing cunt sucked and lapped at like a melting ice cream cone.
"Now," she panted, "start kissing and sucking me off now!
NOW, BABY! OOOOOOOO, JESUSSSSSSSSS! OH EAT IT, EAT IT!"
Jack's hesitation quickly gave way to the fragrant sweet
stickiness of her pussy. The pink slit sucked back at him like a
schoolgirl's eager lips, seeking passionately as his tongue drove
deep and hard. Her satiny ass swung blissfully in his hand, while
her gushing cunt jerked in a frenzy up to meet his mouth. She
tasted so good and obscenely exciting he felt that he could almost
come again. With deep animal groans, the wriggling, naked
brunette swung her soft hips fiercely and tugged at his hair.
"AH GOD, YOU DARLING CUNTEATER! HOOOOOOOO! SUCK IT HARDER,
DARLING BOY, HARDER! AAAAAAAAH!" The music teacher began coming
in his mouth, tugging wildly at his hair and softly screaming with
depraved bliss. The sensations in her madly sucking cunt were
almost unendurable. Jack's long tongue was like burning
sandpaper, flicking this way and that, stinging her silken walls
with maddening thrills.
And even in a series of wild orgasms, the divorcee's asshole
began to tingle impatiently. Why not have him ram that beautiful
monster up there too? She'd been had that way before, but only by
her ex-husband, whose cock was nothing to write testimonials
about. Besides, he was always ginger about it, afraid he might
hurt her. Well, hell, what did he think the whole idea was for!
"Wait!" Anne panted, pushing his eager mouth away from her
soaked slit. Quickly, she turned over and hunched her knees under
her, so that her ripely-molded ass trembled eagerly before him.
"Fuck me in the ass," she implored. "Stick that beautiful
rod in as deep as it'll go, darling boy. Don't worry about
hurting me! Just ram it home, sweetheart. Kneel behind me and
spread my ass-cheeks and it'll be easier. That's it!"
Because of his inexperience, she had to grab his fleshy rod
and guide the pounding knob against her tiny, puckered hole. Jack
knelt upright between her thighs, spreading her silky cheeks apart
with his hands. His surging prick pulsated against the miniature
slit. He hesitated, wondering how he'd manage to pierce her
narrow tunnel with his thick cock.
"Just shove it home!" Anne urged anxiously. "Slam that hot
prick in with all your might, darling! AAAAAARGH! OH!
JEEEEEEZUS, THAT BURNS! HOLY GOD, UNNNNNNNGH!"
Bolts of ripping pain exploded in her tight anus as Jack's
massive rod tore into it savagely. For a second, the lust-crazed
divorcee thought she'd faint from pain. Lord, when her husband
had fucked her in the ass she thought she was being tickled
compared to this!
"YES! RAM IT DEEP, BABY, UNNNNNNF! FUCK MY ASS OW! FUCK MY
ASSHOLE WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT, SWEET BOY--HURTS WILD! OH, WILD,
YES, OH LOVING HOT PRICK, MMMMMMM!"
So feverishly aroused was the brunette that even the searing
waves of pain felt heavenly as they ravaged her steaming asshole
to the very depths. She clawed at the sofa beneath her in a fury
of bliss-pain. She wriggled her gorged asshole cautiously up and
down on his pistoning prick, grinding her ripe naked ass against
his swollen balls. Anne felt as if her bowels were being torn in
two, and she loved it!
"Oh shit that's--mmmmmmm--that's so good, Anne!" Jack panted
as he slammed his rock-hard dick brutally in and out of her
steaming bowels. Not as tight and juicy as her wild pussy, but
different, fantastically tight at the asshole but loose and
boiling deep inside. And the feel of her lush creamy ass-cheeks
writhing madly in his hands, hotly squirming, fired his excitement
to a hotter pitch.
"Gonna shoot," he groaned, unable to control his load as her
blazing asshole wriggled in a fury of lust on his meat.
"THEN SHOOT!" she sobbed. "SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN MY ASS,
BEAUTIFUL BOY! AAAAAAH, GOD, THAT'S IT, KEEP COMING, KEEP
COMMMMMMMMING! OH, IT BURNS WILDLY! OOOOOOOO, YES!"
Boiling torrents of his molten come stung deep into the
divorcee's churning asshole, and again Anne found herself erupting
with a feverish climax. She clamped her ass-slit so hungrily on
his spurting cock, Jack groaned aloud in pain.
"Love it," Anne moaned, after he stopped erupting. "Love
being fucked in the ass, Jack! Oh, that gorgeous monster of yours
... Whewwwwwww!"
She finally released his limp rod and rolled over on her back
with a shaking breath. His burning come tingled deep in her ass,
mingling with her earlier climaxes. For a minute all she could do
was moan and twitch her ripely curved flesh.
"I gotta get going now," Jack said urgently. "My Dad will
give me hell if I'm too late."
Anne waved her hand languidly. She didn't want to move so
much as an inch, except for her twitching hips. All the happy
brunette wanted to do was lie there and bask in the glow of
lustful satisfaction after a whole year. She watched the boy
dress through half-lidded eyes, her gaze never leaving his thick,
dangling rod. When he was dressed, she beckoned to him and gave
him a long passionate kiss, rubbing her palm lewdly to his bulging
crotch.
"Remember your next lesson is three days from now," Anne
murmured huskily. "And I shouldn't have to tell you this, Jack,
but not a single damned word about this to anyone. Understand?"
Jack nodded eagerly. "Sure, Miss Hawkins, I understand."
She was about to correct the name but changed her mind.
After all, she was his teacher, wasn't she? Guitar and sex now.
Anne still lay panting for breath when he closed the front door
behind him. Slowly, still naked, she padded into the kitchen,
poured herself a drink and got a cigarette. Then she sprawled
back on the sofa, rubbing her glowing tits and thinking, reliving
the hot moments.
At first, the music teacher felt terrific. After a solid
year of abstinence, she'd seduced the handsome young stud who
lived just across the street. Miss Hawkins, the prim, legendary
spinster of Rockville had just been fucked in the mouth, her madly
eager pussy and tender asshole by a gorgeous, monstrous young
prick.
But after a few minutes of delicious contentment, reality
began to intrude its harsh face. Jack was only seventeen. She
knew how kids that age loved to boast to their friends about their
conquests. Suppose the word got back to his parents? Talk about
clean-cut, middle-class Americans! They'd run her out of town
like a common whore, if they didn't stone her to death first.
And now there was another problem. She'd begun to actually
get horny again, with that funny hungry throbbing in her glowing
pussy. The brunette sighed as she rubbed her tits obscenely in
her fingers. She knew she could masturbate, but what kind of
substitute was that after a hot, thrilling young cock? And, Lord,
the boy could eat pussy!
Well, she had other students, she reminded herself. But if
she didn't draw the line somewhere, she'd end up seducing all of
them, considering the ache she felt right now in her throbbing
pussy and mouth.
Too long, damnit. She'd held back on healthy, torrid sex for
too long, and now she'd unleashed a volcano. Because, as the
naked divorcee lay sprawled on the sofa, all she could think about
and fantasize was fucking and sucking beautiful young boys like
Jack.
And the town music teacher had even found herself staring
curiously at beautiful girls lately ...
Slowly, dreamily, Anne began to fingerfuck herself on the
sofa, forgetting her promise and her pride. She had to put the
newly-awakened fire in her loins out somehow.
If only she didn't live in such a middle-class, clean-cut
All-American neighborhood, damnit! Her fingers darted faster in
and out of her now-madly pulsing cunt, while she wondered if she
could hold out for three more days until Jack came back for his
next lesson.
In a few minutes, the wildly moaning brunette was coming
again, gushing hot cunt-juices freely over her pumping fingers.
Finished, Anne lay with her tits heaving feverishly on the
sofa. Now that ought to take care of her crazed hunger until
tomorrow, at least.
It ought to. But with a gnawing sense of lust the sensuous
divorcee knew damn well it wouldn't. She was beginning to really
need it now, all night long, every night. The young neighborhood
stud hadn't solved her problem at all.
Chapter 3
Breakfast at the Jensen house was usually a cheerful affair,
with lovely young Marsha gaily chatting away about school
activities. Mark would pretend to listen, while secretly
hungering for his own daughter and reliving the most obscene
moments with his neighbor's daughter. Jack would boast about his
prowess in basketball and football. And Sheila, the dutiful
mother would happily fuss over them all as she served breakfast.
Fifteen-year-old Marsha was chatting as usual today, but no
one was rally listening. Jack ate like a ravenous horse. The
wild orgy he'd gone through the night before with his sultry,
insatiable music teacher had left him with a sharp tingle in his
balls and an enormous appetite. And for the first time in his
life, he was watching his own mother and little sister with a new
gleam in his eyes.
Seeing his mother sexually, she was about as ripe and lush as
the divorcee across the street. But she was actually more
beautiful in a striking way, with the sensuous curves of her full
tits and ass holding even greater promise. With a shock, Jack
realized he was getting a hot erection just watching his stunning
mother move around the kitchen. He couldn't resist wondering if
his mother's sultry mouth and luscious ass-cheeks gave his father
half the satisfaction the statuesque music teacher had given him
last night.
As for his little sister, well Marsha had a long way to go
before she could be classified a woman. But she wasn't exactly a
dog at fifteen, either, not with her pert, budding tits and cutely
rounded ass.
For the first time, Jack wondered if his little sister was
still a cherry. Well, hell, he reminded himself, there was only
one sure way to find out.
At the very same moment, Jack's father was wondering
precisely the same thing about his daughter. Damn, but little
blonde Julie had been a wildcat in bed yesterday, her tight hot
pussy all honey and fire. A massive hard-on was beginning in his
pants while he furtively watched his daughter and mechanically
nibbled at his bacon and eggs.
But beneath Sheila Jensen's placid, motherly smile were the
most bizarre and obscene thoughts of the entire family.
With long dark shimmering hair and a plump curvy figure,
Sheila could still pass for thirty. But the look of motherly
contentment on her striking face was strictly a put-on this
morning. She was lewdly thinking about what was going to happen
this afternoon, while her husband was hard at work and her kids in
school. The mere thought sent shivers of anticipation running up
her spine, and sparked a hot tingle in her silken ass.
She'd taken great care to conceal the red punishing welts on
her ass-cheeks from her husband. The whip marks on her back
usually disappeared in a few hours, because her ripely curved ass
always got the worst of the whip. And that, she realized with a
blush of shame and excitement, was where she loved it most.
Especially by a brute like Al, their next-door neighbor. Her
pussy still hurt too, from the latest brutal, relentless rape, but
even that pain felt pleasurable.
The classic, middle-class All-American family continued to
eat their breakfast, each consumed with their own strange
thoughts. More than once, both Mark Jensen and his smiling wife
glanced in an odd way at a small, crocheted sign on the kitchen
wall. Love Thy Neighbor, it read.
In the seemingly peaceful, tree-lined block of Rockville a
number of earnest citizens were trying to do just that.
* * *
At one-thirty that afternoon, Sheila stripped to take a long
hot bath. Because she watched her diet carefully, her luscious
tits were still firm above a narrow waist, each tipped with a huge
dusky nipple. She was still strikingly sexy, by anyone's
standards.
As she soaped her velvety naked skin down in the bathtub,
once again she wondered how the whole bizarre mess began. Their
next-door neighbor was the complete opposite of her own husband.
Mark was a gentleman, well-mannered, undeniably handsome in a
distinguished way. He was a perfect husband and father, although
a little stern at times.
Their next-door neighbor was a crude, violent-tempered bear
of a man, with a streak of cruelty that usually kept his family in
a state of subdued terror.
And it all began just three weeks ago with a rape.
One afternoon when Sheila was alone in the house, he'd
knocked on the door. All he wanted, he'd told her, was to talk to
her about a forthcoming camping trip between their respective
daughters. Sheila knew he'd been drinking, could smell it on his
breath. But in Rockville, you were polite to your next-door
neighbors. So she'd let him in the house.
There was something ugly, even revolting about this giant of
a man with his huge shoulders and brawny arms. But after eighteen
years of being a faithful, contented housewife, there was
something about him that excited Sheila too.
Maybe, she later realized, it was because he was the total
opposite of her own husband. Maybe it was a lurking, desperate
need for variety, just one time. Maybe it was the idea of being
savagely forced, instead of seduced, the feeling of being reduced
to utter humility and degradation.
Whatever it was, things were never the same after that.
After chatting with her for a few minutes, Al suddenly began
telling her what a strikingly sexy woman she was. He admired her
tits and legs, he told her crudely, the provocative way she walked
so that her beautiful big ass bounced, like an invitation. How
could any one man like her husband satisfy a hunk of woman like
herself?
In a trembling voice, Sheila ordered him to leave the house.
And then the rape began. First, he'd gotten her upstairs
into Marsha's bedroom by claiming that his own daughter, Julie,
had left a sleeping bag there. And in moments, he had her pinned
easily down on the bed, prying her knees apart with one powerful
knee, pinning her shoulders down with one thick arm. His hand
ripped her dress up, then tore her panties aside as though they
were made of tissue paper.
Sheila was too paralyzed with horror to scream, or at least
that was what she'd told herself later. She sobbed and whimpered
for him to let her go, threatened to tell her husband, to run to
the police later. And then his colossal hot prick was violently
ramming inside her, like a burning poker. The pain was terrifying
at first because his cock was much bigger and longer than her
husband's.
And then slowly Sheila's struggles began to subside. To this
moment, she couldn't be certain why. She wasn't enjoying the sex
itself so much, but it was the feeling of utter helplessness, of
being brutally ravaged. Her will turned to jelly, and the gradual
realization dawned, as he fucked her tight pussy with savage
drives, that she liked the feeling.
She was shocked, horrified and completely helpless by this
animal. She was degraded beyond belief. And as her cunt began to
ease up and her juices flow, she made little fucking movements of
her own, feeling terribly and deliciously guilty.
In less than five minutes the housewife was responding with
low animal moans of her own, thrashing her hips up to meet his
massive pistoning meat, sinking her teeth obscenely into his
shoulder. The placid, contented mother was suddenly excited in an
eerie way she'd never known. And for fifteen solid minutes, he'd
continued fucking her relentlessly, battering her now-eager pussy
with violent strokes of his colossal hard dick.
Sheila came again and again, wild series of orgasms that left
her whimpering with humility and obscene joy. She was completely
crushed and overpowered, totally helpless beneath more than two
hundred pounds of ravaging male. And she loved every moment of
it.
Now, lying naked and voluptuous in her bathtub, Sheila still
couldn't figure out why she craved this grotesque treatment. But
crave it she did. She wallowed in the feeling of complete
submission and obedience, whimpering to cater to his every
perverted whim.
A few days later the chains and the whips began, in his own
house while his family was gone. And the strangely turned-on
housewife began to love that too, in fact began to crave it like
an addiction.
Because, after eighteen years of contented marriage, the
perfect middle-class mother could no longer get excited without
the humiliation and punishment that came first.
Finishing her bath, Sheila dried herself down with tiny
tingles of excitement racing through her satiny flesh. She dabbed
perfume on her taut nipples and on her dark nest of cunt-hairs.
She slipped on a dress without a bra or panties beneath, and
didn't even bother to put on nylons. The quicker they got down to
business, the more she loved it.
Twenty minutes later she was slipping through his back door.
He was sitting at the kitchen table, gulping beer. The familiar
leer crossed his face, the lecherous grin that meant some special
punishment was coming, and the sexy housewife shivered with fear
and lust.
"Welcome to hard times," he grinned. "Get your hot ass over
here and set it on my lap, honey. Time's a wastin'."
Hating herself, and still unable to resist, Sheila went over
and sat on his lap, trembling. His mammoth bulge pulsed against
her ass-cheeks. One of his huge hands slid up her belly and
squeezed both of her plump tits harshly. Sheila moaned, partly in
pain, partly in feverish excitement. God, how she loathed this
animal! But already that jellylike feeling of weakness consumed
her soft curves from head to toe.
"I--I don't have much time," Sheila said tremulously. "If
we're going to get started, let's start."
"Can't wait for it, huh? How do you want it, cunt? In that
gorgeous mouth of yours, your beautiful ass, between your juicy
tits, or just straight old action up your wild pussy?"
Sheila was intelligent enough to know any doctor would tell
her she was deliberately punishing herself by having an affair
with this savage. But the question wasn't even why. The question
was why did she crave it so much, like a drug?
"Hurt me a little first," Sheila murmured, her face turning
crimson with shame. "Then do what you want with me."
He rubbed a powerful hand over her crotch and Sheila began
shaking with unwanted excitement. A minute later she was humbly
following him upstairs to his bedroom. With shaking fingers she
stripped naked, while he undressed. Physically, he was the
epitome of raw male power, with the biggest cock she'd ever seen
in her life. Even limp and dangling, its thickness and length
were terrifying. The sensuous, naked housewife felt at that
moment like a complete slave.
Which, she knew deep down, was exactly why she was here.
"Face down on the bed," he ordered harshly.
Spread-eagling her arms and legs, Sheila did as she was told.
She held her breath as he hooked the chains up to her wrists and
ankles. She craned her neck around to see him pick up the vicious
black whip, a short one with a dozen trailing thongs.
Lying nakedly helpless with every satiny inch of her flesh
exposed, Sheila knew she would die of pure shame if her family
could see her now. How could she explain the eerie tremors of
excitement that raced through her blood each time she was chained
like this, waiting for the bizarre mixture of pain and ecstasy
that always followed?
"Jesus, that's a juicy ass," Al exclaimed, his colossal prick
beginning to leap with excitement. "I suppose that fancy husband
of yours kisses and licks it. But you know what I do with it,
don't you?"
Sheila gritted her teeth and held her breath. Her ripe naked
ass-cheeks trembled furiously, waiting. Then the first sting of
the whip came down and a low scream rolled from her throat.
Another stinging lash, and then another, until the ripely curved
housewife was crying softly in anguish.
But at the same time, Sheila's cunt had begun to throb hotly
as the red glow spread outward from her glowing ass. It was the
same old breathless sex excitement that could only be triggered by
being helpless and punished.
"Fuck me now," she pleaded, burying her face in the pillow.
"Give me your hot prick now, please!"
Instead the whip tore down across her naked, velvety back and
she couldn't suppress a loud scream. Al toyed with the whip for a
minute, his prick now pounding to its full length, its crimson
knob dripping. All his life, he'd resented what he considered the
upper crust. The super-successes like his neighbor, Mark Jensen,
who owned his own automobile agency. The ones with the gorgeous,
snottier-than-thou wives like this one. Nine times out of ten, he
figured the wives were really bored deep down, looking for new
kicks and thrills.
And that was Al's specialty. He'd figured this one out
perfectly after watching her for a year or so. All sweetness and
family devotion on the outside, hotter than a smoking pistol for
variety on the inside. He'd calculated exactly what would happen
when he'd first raped her. She'd be back for more, and then more
as he turned her into a crawling, submissive slave.
The burly neighbor considered his options as he played with
the whip, as she trembled and sobbed helplessly on the bed. He
could rape her mouth with his massive dick, until she was gagging
desperately on his flood of come. He could ravage her luscious
ass, especially now that it shone a bright pink from punishment.
He knew damn well she loved that. He could screw her dog-style.
He could eat her hot, delicious pussy for a few minutes until she
was going crazy, and then rape her with the butt-handle of the
whip, until she whined for mercy.
It was the sight of her juicy pink cunt, quivering beneath
her dark pussy-hairs that made his decision for him. Besides, he
loved the feel of her glowing hot ass squirming obscenely beneath
his plunging cock, grinding against his bushy crotch.
He climbed on top of her trembling naked body, his big hands
grasping her swollen, burning tits. Sheila sucked in her breath,
not knowing where he was going to put his monstrous shaft.
Already her tiny asshole flexed in agony.
Then his huge knob pierced her wetly trembling cunt, and the
helplessly bound housewife let out a soft cry of pain-pleasure.
It quickly became a deep obscene moaning as he began fucking her
with brutal power, driving deep and hard in her tender cunt.
Then came the verbal taunting. When he wasn't punishing her
with the whip, he was tormenting her with words.
"Love fucking a big slob like me, don't you, honey?" he
whispered in her ear. "Getting your juicy ass whipped and then
your hot cunt serviced. Right?"
"Y--Yesssss," Sheila whimpered, hating herself. And yet she
was becoming frantically aroused as his giant hot meat pounded in
and out to a steady rhythm, like a mammoth fucking machine. First
the punishment fired her excitement, and then his savage fucking.
She was thrashing her soft hips up to meet his pistoning strokes
now, feeling a molten climax begin to spark in her loins.
"You even love my hot come pouring down your throat, don't
you?" Al continued tormenting, enjoying himself immensely. "Love
it up your ass, too, everywhere. Am I right?"
Sheila was panting furiously now, unable to control her lust-
maddened excitement. She struggled at her bonds, which only
increased the delicious feel of guilty excitement. His hands were
squeezing her perspiring tits and the feel of his giant hairy
balls grinding against her thighs was bringing obscene groans from
her lips.
Suddenly he was fucking her to a wild, increasing rhythm,
pumping his boiling meat in her tight pussy like a battering ram.
Sheila quivered nakedly from head to toe, soft screams of obscene
joy gushing from her lips.
"Coming," she sobbed, "I'm--aaaaaagh! I'M COMING!"
And he abruptly stopped, with just the gigantic knob of his
prick throbbing in her cunt-lips.
"Don't stop!" the helpless housewife begged, twitching her
ripely naked ass in a feverish plea. "DON'T STOP, I'M COMING!
PLEEEEEEEEEZ!"
Al grinned down at her, pinching her swollen nipples cruelly
in his fingers. No matter how tight and luscious her searing cunt
was, he could always control his stamina. Perhaps women sensed
this, that he was a long-comer, and that was his fatal attraction
to frustrated housewives and other women. That, and certain needs
for humiliating punishment some women felt.
"Please keep fucking me!" Sheila sobbed, her wild climax just
an elusive fringe away.
Instead, the brawny neighbor slipped his rock-hard prick
completely out of her silken, trembling cunt. Maybe no one could
accuse him of being a gentleman, but he damn well knew how to keep
them worked up to the point of craziness.
Naked, he crawled up to the head of the bed and placed his
back against the headboard, crouching a leg on each side of her
ribs. His hairy balls and obscenely huge prick hovered inches
from her face. He held the whip in his hand.
Sheila quivered from head to toe with terror. More
punishment, the bastard!
"Time to suck me off," he told her. "And you'd better give
the best blowjob of your life, lady. You know why."
Whimpering with fear, Sheila eagerly reached her ripe mouth
up to lick the head of his crimson dick, lapping up the drops of
come oozing out. His cock was obscenely monstrous, gagging her,
pounding in her mouth furiously. But that was part of the
depraved excitement the helpless, beautiful house-wife wallowed
in.
She began sliding her lips back and forth on his meat, using
her teeth gently to add teasing thrills. She knew what the brute
liked by now. And until she gave it to him, he wouldn't allow her
to come, leaving her tortured with passion.
"Balls," he snapped.
Immediately, Sheila nudged her mouth under his long cock and
licked slavishly at his balls. Their strong male pungency filled
her nostrils, firing her obscene shame. Suddenly the whip came
down furiously on her naked ass and a muffled scream came from
Sheila's throat. That meant she wasn't pleasing him and as fast
as she could she went back to blowing him. She rammed as much of
his burning meat as she could manage into her wet mouth and sucked
feverishly. Every few seconds she paused to whirl her tongue
around his fat knob, listening to him groan with pleasure. And
all the while her lush naked flesh, bound helplessly to the bed,
trembled with her own frustrated need.
"You're doing good, whore," Al grunted, trailing the whip-
thongs teasingly across her ripe ass. "You're a born cocksucker,
a real tramp at heart."
Feverishly, Sheila wondered why the filthy phrases excited
and aroused her so much. Was it because her own family was so
polite and gentle to her? Because she was the outward perfection
of the perfectly wholesome, clean-cut housewife and mother who
would never even allow an obscene thought? Or simply because she
was bored after eighteen years of ritual sex with her own husband
and no one else?
The feverishly sucking housewife neither knew nor cared at
the moment. She was obscenely blowing her neighbor's massive rod
and being tortured and humiliated at the same time. And by now it
was the only way she could get an orgasm any more, the only real
excitement she felt in the folksy, neighborly little town of
Rockville.
When the whip tore down viciously across her twitching hot
ass, Sheila knew she was letting her mind wander. The burning
agony brought her back to her humiliating blowjob. She began
sucking and licking in a frenzy of desire to please, almost
choking as his gigantic knob battered her throat. Would the
bastard ever come? If only one of her hands were free so she
could jerk him off at the same time.
Al watched her grunting with animal pleasure. Not bad for a
so-called slob like himself, he thought. His neighbor's classy
beautiful wife sucking his cock like a common whore and loving it.
Not that Al would ever put his own timid wife through these
bizarre sex scenes. Perversely, he'd always kept his family out
of this sort of stuff. He simply screwed his wife nightly, either
on top or dog-style, and turned over and went to sleep, snoring.
She'd given him a blowjob once in a while, a mousy, boring affair
where she sucked him off gingerly, like a lollipop, and only at
his insistence.
As for his daughter, Julie, she was his real pride and joy.
A nice kid, that one, beautiful, wholesome, a girl to be proud of.
She didn't smoke grass or screw half the high school like some of
these sluts. A good girl, Julie, and he was proud of her. Still
a cherry, he was positive ...
Sheila's frantic lips and tongue were finally making him
erupt now. He clutched her head harshly in his hands and crushed
her mouth down on his bursting prick. He jerked his cock up to
meet her feverish sucking, animal groans issuing from his throat.
One thing about this gorgeous hunk, when she sucked you off, she
put her heart and soul into it, working her sultry mouth like a
lust-crazed pussy.
Tears of shame and obscene pleasure in her eyes, Sheila
urgently gulped down great floods of his blazing come. Like him,
it was salty and harsh tasting, a great impulsive torrent that
left her gasping for air.
"Not bad," he said grudgingly, climbing off the bed.
Sheila rolled the lingering taste of his jism around her
mouth, savoring it. Shame and degradation mingled hotly with her
depraved pleasure. How could she feel so good and so bad at the
same time?
"Please finish fucking me now," she begged, her ripely curved
ass undulating on the bed. There was a constant torment in her
pussy now that throbbed like wildfire. "Please?"
Al gazed at her sensuous, helpless ass and legs, feeling his
prick begin to rise again. Christ, why couldn't his own wife be
built like this? And at least why couldn't she give him a half-
decent blowjob? Anger at the injustice of it all rose up in his
burly chest, and a cruel idea occurred to him.
"Okay, you can get yours now," he told her. "Hell, you
earned it, lady. Here it comes."
Holding the whip in one hand, he knelt upright between
Sheila's bound legs. For a minute he stroked her sleek damp
thighs, feeling his hard-on grow more powerful and urgent. The
whimpering housewife tugged at her bonds, slowly gyrating her
naked, helpless ass-cheeks in a plea.
"Now," she whispered tearfully, "finish doing it to me now!
I gave you what you wanted, didn't I?"
Anytime Al felt like ravaging her tiny asshole, he was almost
always drawn first to the sight of her luscious pink cunt, eagerly
sucking and waiting between its dark silken fringe of pussy-hairs.
He guided the red knob of his stiff dick inside her soaked cuntal-
lips, and Sheila issued a long groan of relief. She'd had her
share of punishment and now she needed to finish her orgasm or
lose her mind!
Al began with a rhythmic gentle stroking that brought soft
happy cries from the bound housewife's lips. His thick rod was
tingling her quivering cunt-walls once more, and lustful relief
was only moments away. Sheila swung her plump hot ass up to meet
him, wishing her wrists weren't chained so she could masturbate
her clitoris at the same time.
The tight luscious feel of her fiery cunt was getting to Al
now and he decided it was time. Without losing a stroke, he
placed the rounded butt-handle of the whip against her narrow
puckered anus.
Then he plunged it into her helpless asshole, deep and hard,
at the same moment he shoved his gigantic cock in to the hilt.
"AAAAAAAAARGH!" wailed Sheila. "OH GOD IN HEAVEN! OOOOOOF!
KILLING ME, NO, NO, EEEEEEEEE!"
And, mercifully, for a few moments she lost consciousness.
When she woke, it was to the most excruciating pain of her
life. With her naked ass-cheeks already burning fiercely from her
whipping, the added torture of the brutal whip-handle jammed deep
into her tender, narrow tunnel was almost more than Sheila could
bear. It burned into her bowels like a boiling baseball bat,
while all the while her burly rapist continued to fuck her gorged
pussy in violent, lusty strokes.
The bound housewife wanted to faint again, but couldn't. Her
entire insides, from her steaming, crammed asshole to her fully-
rammed cunt was on fire with agony. As cruel and unpredictable as
her brawny neighbor was, she hadn't expected anything as obscene
or depraved as this!
But gradually, between her anguished shrieks and Al's
pistoning huge rod, a strange pleasure began to infect her ravaged
asshole. It was as if the intense pleasure in her hotly sucking
cunt and the sheer white-hot torture in her helpless anus were
merging, fusing into one shuddering wave of pain-bliss.
Sheila Jensen, the beautiful middle-class perfect wife and
mother of Rockville, had suddenly discovered she could no longer
tell the difference between torture and ecstasy. For the nakedly
helpless housewife, at this moment they were the same. Her wails
became softer as his grunts became louder, until the entire
bedroom was a din of lewd moans and groans.
"God--mmmmm!--good cunt!" Al groaned, fucking her madly
pulsating pussy with increasing lust. He twisted the whip-handle
once or twice into her impaled asshole to make her shriek in
surprise, but he was too intent on enjoying her hot luscious slit,
madly quivering on his cock, to care about tormenting her any
more.
"Ooooooooo, yes, oh you bastard, yes, fuck me, hurt me, TEAR
IT UP!" Sheila sobbed, beyond any shame or humility. The tearing,
blazing sensations in her gorged pussy and asshole made everything
else in the world a pale shadow at that moment.
And then the manacled housewife was coming, having the most
shattering orgasm of her life. His boiling juices were spurting
deep into her tingling pussy, while her churning bowels were
stinging furiously from the whip-butt. Like a searing fire out of
control, her entire insides were exploding with raw hot sex-
thrills.
Minutes after he withdrew his limp prick, Sheila continued to
shudder her ravaged ass in spasms on the whip-handle, as if
pleading for more. When he suddenly tore it out, she let out one
final scream. Then her perspiring naked lushness collapsed on the
bed in a heap of exhaustion and fulfillment.
He unchained and released her then. Moving in a state of
numb shock, Sheila got dressed. Only once did he speak to her
before she left for her own house next door.
"Kneel down and kiss my cock before you go," he ordered.
"With reverence, understand?"
Humbly, Sheila did as she was ordered. The taste of her own
passionate pussy-juices clung to it, giving her an eerie,
dreamlike feeling as she lapped it up.
When she got back to her own house, she was deeply relieved
to find no one else had come home yet. She went up to her
bedroom, sobbing in a heap on the bed. Over and over one word
spun in her mind maddeningly.
Why? Why would she let herself be so cruelly tortured and
debased? How could any man, brute or animal, be allowed to treat
her like that? Her sensuously trembling body shook like a leaf in
a storm, as she asked herself the same question over and over
again.
Deep down she knew the answer, and finally had to admit it to
herself. She'd started out just looking for variety, for a few
bizarre new thrills. And she'd gotten far more than she bargained
for or could handle. As much as the huge brute revolted her, she
knew she'd have to go back for more.
Sheila Jensen had been sexually awakened in some depraved way
she couldn't understand. She liked being bound, raped in the
mouth and vagina and her tenderly painful asshole. She liked
being whipped, because in some inexplicable way it excited her
more than anything else in her life. It made her feel like a
totally helpless sex-slave.
But how could she break free of the cruel, totally
insensitive creep next door? There had to be a way out.
An idea came to her, the faintest of hopes, but she clung to
it for dear life.
Maybe--just maybe--she could get all the satisfaction she
needed and play it safe at the same time. If only she didn't have
such a loving, wholesome family! Sweet, faithful Mark who never
looked at another woman. Young, clean-cut Jack who couldn't dream
of the depravity his mother was willingly submitting to. And
trusting little fifteen-year-old Marsha.
Sweet Marsha, undoubtedly still a virgin. Thank God for
that! sighed Sheila as she got up. Her plump ass felt like ground
hamburger, while the taste of Al's boiling semen still lingered in
her mouth. Tears stung her eyes as she stared out the bedroom
window, at the quiet, tree-shaded street.
The ripe-breasted housewife went downstairs to start dinner,
but the phone rang first. She talked for a few minutes, baffled,
but then hung up with a resigned sigh. Apparently her husband,
Mark, wanted to talk something over seriously with their daughter,
Marsha. They would be at the cabin up at the lake for a few
hours.
Sheila wondered what the talk could possibly be about. If
she knew what actually would happen, her beautiful, shimmering
black hair would probably turn a stark-white on the spot.
Chapter 4
At three-thirty that afternoon, Anne Hawkins, the town music
teacher was once again plainly dressed, without makeup, and with
her hair coiled prudely up in a bun. Her student scheduled for
that time was Julie Knoll, the fifteen-year-old pretty blonde girl
that lived directly across the street.
The only thing Anne knew about the girl was that her father
was a crude specimen, her mother a mouse, and that the cute
adolescent had absolutely no interest in piano. She dutifully
went through her piano lessons like a mechanical player, just to
please her parents.
It was hard for Anne to concentrate all that day. Her wild,
obscene encounter with Jack Jensen the night before had left her
in sort of a daze, extremely horny and quite confused. All she
was certain of was that the gnawing hunger in her hot loins made
it damned near impossible to concentrate on anything.
Julie showed up at three-thirty promptly. She was, Anne
realized, very lovely in her blossoming youth. Her pert, plump
tits bounced seductively beneath her T-shirt every time she moved,
and there was no denying the girl would be a lush beauty when she
grew up. Once even the jealous woman thought that Jack might have
screwed her, since he was her next-door neighbor, flashed through
her mind. And there was a telltale blush to the young blonde's
cheeks that convinced the tall brunette that Julie was definitely
having an affair with someone. Probably some silly boy at school.
Julie went through her first ten minutes of piano scales with
horrifying effect, making the music teacher wince.
"Look, honey," Anne finally told her with a sigh, "there's no
sense in going on. Your mind isn't on your lessons today. Since
you've still got about forty-five minutes to go, you can either go
home or just sit here and gossip with me."
The sexy little blonde smiled at her gratefully. "You're
right, Miss Hawkins. I can't concentrate worth a damn." Julie's
cute face reddened. "The fact is, well, I've got love problems,
see? You know how it is."
The lush brunette didn't know how it was, since she had sex
problems instead. But she may as well play psychiatrist for the
girl. After all, she was irresistibly lovely, and all Anne would
do was think about fingerfucking if Julie left her alone. A
sudden impulse prompted Anne.
"If you want to tell me all about it, Julie, go right ahead,"
Anne said, thinking it was a schoolgirl crush. "Would you like a
cup of tea?"
"How about wine or something like that? Beer?"
"Would your father approve?" the brunette asked, smiling.
Everyone knew her father was a complete brutal bastard, the
neighborhood terror.
"Don't worry about him," Julie retorted, waving a hand
scornfully. "Everybody in school smokes grass, Miss Hawkins. You
know that."
Smiling, Anne went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of
sherry. Nice girl, Julie. Very pretty really, with the most
darling breasts and buttocks. Bright, too. Sexy, too, Anne
thought with a faint tingle in her lips. Such smooth, silken skin
and legs ...
They chatted small talk for a minute while Julie nervously
gulped her wine. The blonde was beginning to feel daringly
audacious about her fantastic affair with Jack's father. There
were times, in fact, when she could barely keep from confessing it
to other girls at school. They were dummies, of course, and would
blab it around. But there was something so sweet and sympathetic
about Miss Hawkins, so adult, Julie begin to feel safe about
telling her. Especially halfway through her second glass of wine.
"The thing is," Julie said, with a seductive giggle, "I'm in
love, Miss Hawkins. But not with any of the dumb boys at school.
If I tell you a secret, promise you'll never tell anyone? Not
anyone?"
Damn, but she's a sexy little thing, the aroused brunette
realized as she studied Julie's young, plumply curved body. For
the first time, Anne wondered about having sex with another woman.
Only this wasn't a woman--she was a provocative little minx, with
silky thighs and budding tits. And the sweetest mouth. For one
wild moment, Anne visualized Julie's rosebud mouth burrowing hotly
against her aching pussy and a shiver of lust raced through her
blood. Crazy thought, she told herself.
"I promise," Anne said solemnly. "Tell me."
Julie leaned forward conspiratorially. She felt quite high
from the wine, and there was something almost motherly and
trusting about Miss Hawkins. The fact was, she had to tell
someone about her passionate affair or she'd go crazy. She felt
so good, the torrid knowledge was about to burst inside her unless
she shared her fantastic luck.
"I'm having an affair," Julie whispered, glassy-eyed. "With
the most beautiful, handsomest man in town. Honest!"
"Man?" the brunette echoed curiously. "Which man, honey?"
Julie leaned over to whisper in Anne's ear. "Mark Jensen.
You know, Jack's father! He's so wild in bed, Miss Hawkins! So
groovy, I could faint. Oh, Lordy, what he does to a girl!"
The lush brunette kept her composure with a serious effort of
will. Instead of dropping her jaw, she calmly sipped her drink.
That sonofabitch! All this time she'd thought Jack's father was a
self-righteous, holier-than-thou bastard and it turned out he was
having hot sex with his next-door neighbor's fifteen-year-old
daughter!
While she, Anne, was having lustful sex with his son.
The implications of all this took a few minutes to dawn in
Anne's confused mind. One stark fact emerged. If the truth that
she'd seduced Mark Jensen's son, sucked and fucked him to the
point of exhaustion, ever came out, she sure as hell had dynamite
to throw back in his face!
Immediately, Anne plied the little blonde with still another
glass of wine, which Julie happily accepted. Her secret was out
and she felt tremendously better. Besides, she knew she could
trust Miss Hawkins ...
Two other facts emerged from the horny brunette's mind as she
listened to Julie go into detail about her affair with Jack's
father. One was that the fifteen-year-old blonde was rapidly
getting drunk, squirming her cute ass lewdly around the sofa. The
other was that, if she somehow managed to get into Julie's
panties, she could in some strange way use it as blackmail.
Not to mention the experience of going down on her first
beautiful young girl. And vice-versa. And at this moment the
statuesque brunette found the pert blonde irresistibly arousing.
Anne had never sucked on a beautiful young girl's tits, but she'd
thought about it from time to time. And the prospect of burrowing
her mouth into Julie's hot little cunt was growing more tempting
by the second.
Besides, the adolescent was more than half-drunk. It ought
to be easy pickings, if she played her cards right ...
"I'm so crazy about him," Julie sighed drunkenly. "I even
promised to get him other girls!"
Anne put her drink down and slid close to the girl on the
sofa, their thighs touching. "You mean, honey, if you lined up
other girls for him he'd appreciate you that much more?"
"Right on!" Julie gushed, her cheeks flushing.
The panting brunette slid her arm around Julie's soft
shoulders and leaned close to her ear. "What about me,
sweetheart? If you got me for him, he'd know you can get anyone
for him, right? I mean, I look considerably sexier naked. Want
to see, Julie? Just take a quick took?"
The blonde gulped, more than half-drunk and definitely
curious about her music teacher. She seemed so drab on the
outside, but Mark would be so happy with her if she could actually
line something up for him!
"Just a quick look," Julie breathed, fascinated.
Quickly, Anne stripped, holding her firm, creamy tits out
proudly, aware that the girl was awed by her lush figure.
Then, without preamble, the aroused brunette knelt in front
of the adolescent, stroking her thighs with loving fingers.
"Do you know what really turns a grown man like Mark on?"
Anne said in a silky, persuasive voice. "The sight of two
beautiful women making it together. Loving it up together.
Eating each other up, sweetheart. Why don't you undress too?
Let's have a rehearsal, you know, Julie? See what we can do to
turn your lover on. Just a little hugging and kissing, angel,
that's all ..."
Fascinated, Julie gazed at the lusciously naked brunette.
She felt so giddy from the wine, and so close to Miss Hawkins from
her secret confession. Excited, too, because her music teacher
was sexy, naked and with her hair down. Really sexy. Julie
hesitated for only a minute, but the loving caress of Anne's
fingers sliding beneath her dress was making her hot, too.
"Nothing dirty?" Julie giggled. "Just hugging and kissing?"
"On my word of honor, sweetheart," Anne said in a husky
voice. By now, the feel of the girl's satiny thighs in her
fingers was making her mouth water and her cunt hotly tingle.
Once she got her mouth dug into that juicy young cunt, it would
take a team of horses to tear her away. Because ever since Jack
had turned her on, the madly aroused brunette thought of nothing
else but raw, passionate sex.
Awkwardly, Julie stood up and slipped off her T-shirt. Her
budding pink tits sprouted forth, their tiny nipples begging to be
sucked and kissed. Then the blonde was out of her skirt and
panties, totally naked, and the fiercest excitement Anne had ever
felt rippled through her lips and tongue and pussy. Christ, what
an angel! Sweet, utterly smooth, silken young body, golden pussy-
hairs, plump, juicy ass. All blossoming hot sex, waiting for
naked hunger!
The panting brunette pushed the naked blonde back down on the
sofa and lay on top of her, their burning pussies grinding
together. Julie's budding tits were already beginning to heave
feverishly as Anne french-kissed her and stroked her lovely little
tits, gently pinching the pink nipples. Then the music teacher
was inching down on the drunkenly aroused adolescent, moaning
eagerly as she sucked on a small hot tit. She whirled her tongue
madly around the swollen nipple, hearing Julie's cries of delight
with lewd pleasure. She sucked on the girl's other tit for a
while with lusty hunger, her fingers dipping down to explore the
blonde's hotly soaked cunt.
"No," Julie moaned, "it's wrong! You said a rehearsal, you
promised we wouldn't do anything--ooooooo, that's good! Oh, I'm
hot, Miss Hawkins! YOU'RE GETTING ME SO HOT!"
The feverishly excited brunette was trailing her mouth down
over Julie's silken belly row, inching ever closer to her juicy
pink cunt. Anne hunched her shoulders beneath Julie's warm little
ass, raising her glistening wet pussy to within inches of her
mouth. God, it smelled fragrant! In Anne's madly aroused state
she would have had sex with anything, even a dog, but this
luscious young blossom was far more than she expected in her
wildest moments of tormented hunger.
Instinctively, the blonde crushed her burning satiny thighs
to Anne's cheeks and nudged her hot succulent cunt closer to her
mouth, sobbing eagerly.
But Anne began a teasing process that drove Julie to near-
hysteria. First, tantalizing herself as much as the luscious
young blonde, she lashed out with her burning tongue-tip to trace
fiery circles around the girl's golden cunt-nest. Her fingers
stroked Julie's golden thighs in loving caresses, all the while
her tongue inched closer to that juicy pink cuntal-slit.
God, her hot little cunt smelled delectable, thought Anne,
like honey on fire, its warm breeze wafting through her nostrils
in steaming currents that made the fiercely hungry brunette's
mouth drip with eagerness.
"Oooooooh, Miss Hawkins! OOOOOOO, YOU'RE HOTTING ME UP!
UNNNNNNNNGH, OH DO IT, DO IT, PULEEEZE! MMMMMMMMM, YES! OH YES,
YES, YES!"
Unable to control her ravenous hunger any longer, the lust-
inspired music teacher quickly planted her mouth squarely onto
Julie's honeyed cunt-lips in a passionate kiss. She sucked
fervently, bringing deep surprised moans from the blonde's throat.
Then Anne began to suck her off in earnest. First, she darted her
long burning tongue into the juicy depths of the fifteen-year-
old's boiling pussy, and twirled it around the silken walls in a
frenzy of lust. She whirled her long tongue up and down in rapid
vibrations to make Julie squeal with delight.
"AAAAA, MISS HAWKINS! OOOOOOO, LORDY, IT'S--UNNNNGH!--WILD,
WIIIIIIILD! UMMMMMMMM!"
With the lustful brunette eating her juicy cunt in a ravenous
frenzy, Julie shuddered under heavenly ripples of pleasure racing
through her young loins. By now, she was jerking her soaked pussy
up in a frenzy to meet the music teacher's avid mouth. Mark had
eaten her before, but the way Miss Hawkins was devouring her, it
was like an obscene roller coaster ride! And when the brunette
paused to suck on her tiny clit-bud, Julie's moans became so loud
they echoed throughout the house.
While the girl's hot plump ass swung up and down in a wanton
frenzy, Anne lapped and sucked and kissed at the rosebud-slit with
rising hunger. It was a totally new experience for the divorcee
and she couldn't seem to get enough of the juicy, honey taste.
The feel of Julie's sticky sweet cunt-juices smeared all over her
cheeks gave her a deliciously depraved thrill.
Anne Hawkins had just discovered she liked beautiful young
schoolgirls every bit as much as boys. She loved the hot crushing
pressure of the little blonde's smooth thighs pressed to her
cheeks. She squeezed and stroked Julie's succulent ass in her
greedy fingers as she ate the girl with her new relentless hunger.
And adding to the wanton brunette's lewd satisfaction was the
knowledge that this was her second perverted seduction of
innocence in just two days. Julie lived directly across the
street, while Jack lived next door to her. And Jack's upstanding-
citizen father was having his own affair with the girl now softly
screaming as Anne plunged her hot tongue deeper into her juicy
slit.
"OOOO I'M GONNA FAINT, MISS HAWKINS!" gasped Julie. She
tugged frantically at the music teacher's hair to vent the
shattering thrills blazing through her young pussy. There seemed
to be no end to the brunette's furious hunger.
"CAN'T STOP COMING!" panted Julie, obscene tears of happiness
streaming down her cheeks. "CAN'T! UNNNNNNNF! STOP COMMMMMMING!
OOOOO, ENOUGH!"
She tried pushing Anne's maddening mouth away from her
blazing cunt, but it was like trying to fight off a starved wolf.
The blonde schoolgirl felt as if she were on the verge of going
mad with intense thrills. Each time the brunette's crazed tongue
snaked furiously in and out of her inflamed pussy, Julie's entire
naked body shuddered from head to toe.
At last, Anne released the girl. She stood up slowly,
licking obscenely at her lips to savor the lingering honeyed
juices. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she stared down at the
trembling, sobbing girl. As utterly delicious as the blonde's hot
young cunt had been, her own pussy was now throbbing and dripping
with urgent desire.
"Come with me," she told the girl in a husky command.
Dazed, Julie let herself be led naked by the hand, up to
Anne's bedroom. At first, she'd been prompted to strip and play
with her statuesque music teacher out of a sense of adventure and
curiosity. But there was a deeper motive, too. She'd been
serious when she told Mark she'd get him other girls if he wanted.
Afraid that he might tire of her, Julie calculated that if she
began procuring other girls for him he'd come to depend on her.
To her childish mind, such logic was invincible. And, she
figured, if she could get a woman as ripe and lush as her music
teacher, Mark would really be grateful.
But the burning glow in the schoolgirl's pussy made her
forget all that. All she knew was that right now she was crazy
with lust, so turned on by the brunette's maddening mouth she
couldn't stop if she wanted to.
"Lie down on the bed," Anne ordered the blonde. Julie
obeyed, her silky legs impatiently parted for more, her soaked
pink cunt still quivering from its obscene invasion.
From her dresser drawer, Anne took a nine-inch vibrator. She
seldom used it on herself, though, preferring to finger fuck
herself and lick her own pussy-juices off her fingers afterward.
But she also knew if she handled the long thick vibrator on
the girl's tender pussy expertly enough, Julie would be back at
her door as soon as she could. And not for piano lessons, either.
For a minute, Anne simply gazed down at the girl's luscious
nakedness, trembling with impatience on the bed. No wonder Jack's
father took the crazed risk of screwing his next-door neighbor's
fifteen-year-old daughter. Her plump little tits and ass were
perfectly rounded, and her darling tiny pink pussy looked like the
most kissable mouth in the world. And tasted like it, too, Anne
remembered, sighing.
But first the brunette decided to arouse Julie to a frantic
pitch of readiness. She put the vibrator on the bed beside the
blonde and lay on top of her. She rubbed her huge hot tits to
Julie's petite ones and lewdly gyrated her pussy to Julie's,
creating a delicious friction that left the schoolgirl hotly
moaning. Anne snaked her tongue into the lovely girl's mouth, her
fingers caressing Julie's satiny young ass.
"Eat me again," Julie whispered. "Eat me some more, Miss
Hawkins, please? It was fantastic!"
"I'll give you something better than that," Anne told her,
slithering her tongue in Julie's ear to make her shiver. The
aroused brunette didn't bother to mention that Julie was going to
eat her. She'd work the blonde up into such a frenzy of teasing,
Julie would suck her off in a fury of wantonness.
Now the nakedly ripe brunette shifted her body casually
around on the bed beside Julie's nakedness. Not over her yet,
just beside those satiny parted thighs. Expectantly, Julie spread
her legs wide. Her heart hammered excitedly against her ribs.
Sex with Miss Hawkins was wild, not exactly better than having it
with Mark Jensen, but different.
"Sweet little cunt," Anne murmured, gazing with love down at
the glistening rosebud lips. She placed one hand beneath the
crack of Julie's silky ass to nudge her waiting cunt up closer.
Then Anne flicked on the long vibrator and gently inserted two
inches of it into Julie's trembling pussy.
"Ooooooo!" the blonde squealed, shuddering. "Oooo, that's
good! Oh, ummmmmmm, yes, YES!"
With gentle strokes, the naked, panting brunette began to
fuck the schoolgirl, twisting and nudging the humming vibrator
deeper and deeper into her juicy slit, by degrees. Gradually, she
rammed another inch of the humming dick into her wet tightness,
and still another, taking care not to hurt her. With each further
penetration, Anne licked at the blonde's oozing cunt-lips, lapping
the juices trickling out.
When the fiercely aroused brunette had about four inches
inserted into Julie's madly sucking pussy, she began to nibble and
suck on her tiny swollen clitoris at the same time.
"OH, JESUS YES, MISS HAWKINS! OOOOOOF! OH, IT'S SO GOOOOD!
LORDY, I LOVE IT, UMMMMMMM, OH, FUCK ME HARDER, PLEASE!"
As Julie's plump naked body twisted and thrashed with
depraved joy on the mattress, Anne could sense exactly when the
girl was about to come. And at that moment, she tore out the
dildo, bringing a soft scream of protest from Julie.
"No, no, no, DON'T STOP! OH, LORDY, I'M ABOUT TO COME, MISS
HAWKINS, PLEASE DON'T STOP! NOOOOOO!"
The panting brunette burrowed her mouth down beneath Julie's
fiercely sucking cunt and tickled her tiny asshole with the tip of
her tongue. Then she plunged her burning tongue deep into the
blonde's asshole. She wriggled it around the steaming tunnel,
bringing cries of lewd delight from Julie.
To Julie, the sensation was driving her insane after the
intense fucking thrills of the pumping vibrator. Deep, delicious
tingles rippled through her tender asshole as the hungry brunette
drove her tongue as deep as possible. To Anne, even Julie's
steaming asshole was delicious and fragrant.
"Enough!" Julie cried out in frustration. Her fingernails
clawed at Anne's naked ass-cheeks in a plea. "Fuck me more! MAKE
ME COME, PLEEEEEZ!"
Still plunging her hot tongue in and out of Julie's ass-
crack, Anne hunched her body in reverse over the panting young
blonde. She hovered her dripping slit over the schoolgirl's
mouth. Then she nudged her soaked pussy down hard on Julie's
lips, and with obscene urgency, Julie began to lick and kiss and
suck the lush brunette's hot cunt.
Now Anne slid her tongue out of the girl's delectable asshole
and shuddered from naked head to toe as Julie's mouth went eagerly
to work on her own throbbing pussy.
"Yes, angel, yes," Anne panted, swinging her curved hips up
and down to a steady rhythm. "Yes, eat it, baby, oooo, EAT MY
CUNT! HARDER, HONEY, OH, OH, YESSSSSSS!"
Julie sensed she wasn't going to be rewarded with another
climax until she'd pleased the sensuous brunette. So she sucked
at Anne's dripping hot pussy in a fervor of obscene zeal. The
girl clutched Anne's burning big ass in her fingers and slammed
down eagerly, lunging her tongue deep into the boiling crevice.
The fifteen-year-old was becoming wildly excited at the strange,
delicious taste of her music teacher's silken hot cunt. She
lapped hungrily at the juices freely flowing into her mouth.
Remembering how Anne had sucked on her own clit, she sucked the
brunette's swollen bud in return, vibrating the tip of her hot
tongue against it to make Anne writhe and scream passionately in
low moans.
Now Anne re-inserted the humming dildo into the blonde's
eagerly sucking cunt. She began to fuck Julie strenuously with
the nine-inch vibrator, twisting and churning and ramming it deep
and furiously. And the more frantically she raped the schoolgirl
with the nine-inch cock, the more greedily Julie kissed and sucked
her pulsating cunt.
There was a large mirror over Anne's dressing table.
Glancing sideways, the panting brunette saw one of the most lewdly
exciting spectacles she'd ever witnessed. For a few seconds, it
was like watching a depraved movie until she realized it was
herself and Julie.
A naked, voluptuous brunette was hunched eagerly over a
beautiful young blonde in reverse. She was fucking the girl
furiously with a vibrator, while the blonde's mouth was riveted to
her own thrashing cunt. Both their nakedly curved bodies were
rocking to a mad rhythm of lust, heaving up and down on the
mattress to a frenzied tempo of joy.
Now the divorcee and the schoolgirl began to come in unison.
Anne was jamming as much of the long vibrator as she could into
Julie's hotly sucking cunt. Julie was moaning deeply as she
wriggled her tongue in a fury of lustful delight into the
brunette's dripping hot pussy.
For almost fifteen minutes they continued to come in a wave
of shuddering orgasms, sucking and fucking each other with
delirious joy. By now, their lush naked flesh was covered with
dripping perspiration, and they still thrashed and rocked as the
divorcee and the schoolgirl sated their lust.
Finally Anne withdrew the vibrator and rolled over with a
deep animal moan. Julie lay sobbing and twitching in spasms, her
budding tits heaving furiously.
"Oh, Lordy," Julie sighed, rubbing her inflamed pussy. "And
I thought there was nothing else to learn!"
The trembling brunette felt her own pussy, realizing the
innocent-faced schoolgirl had given her the blowjob of her life.
Hot tingles of pleasure still radiated outward from her slit to
every quivering nerve in her body.
Boys and girls, Anne thought, I love them both. Clean
quivering young cocks and juicy, throbbing cunts, all eager for
adventure, all waiting for her new insatiable hunger.
"Kee-rist!" Julie suddenly exclaimed, sitting up. "What time
is it?"
Anne told her, and the blonde's face turned white.
"I've gotta get home or my father will kill me!"
"Just tell him you did so well at your lesson I kept you
over," Anne said with an ironic smile. "Here, I'll dress you,
sweetheart."
Anne dressed her with loving fingers, pausing to kiss and
suck on each little nipple of her cute tits, each cheek of her
plumply luscious ass, and finally, a passionate, torrid kiss
squarely on Julie's hot little pussy-lips.
"Is it okay if I see you before my next lesson?" Julie asked
at the front door.
"Be sure and call first, angel."
Then the schoolgirl was gone. Still stark naked, the panting
brunette lay back on her living-room sofa. God, what a darling
pussy and ass! From the way she'd been carrying on with her
neighbors across the street, the music business was the wrong
profession for her.
Why, the lush divorcee wondered, did she get such kicks out
of seducing and corrupting young kids? Sighing and stroking her
damp thighs, Anne knew she'd probably never know, except for the
danger, the furtive excitement.
And in a small town like Rockville, her wild behavior could
be extremely dangerous. In spite of the hot glow of sex
fulfillment burning in her loins, she felt a terrible premonition
of disaster. You simply couldn't go around screwing, blowing and
corrupting your neighbors' children. Something had to give sooner
or later. But at least she had the goods on the prominent
neighbor across the street.
True, she'd seduced his son, but now she knew he'd screwed
his next-door neighbor's fifteen-year-old daughter.
Anne's big, silky ass-cheeks bounced provocatively as she
padded into the kitchen and poured herself a drink. The way
events were going, she was going to end up sucking and fucking all
of her good-looking music students, most of whom happened to be
between fourteen and eighteen. Of both sexes.
Not that she would, of course. You absolutely had to draw
the line somewhere, no matter how horny you were. But when they
were that young and delectable, they were so damned easy. Like
candy from a baby. And how long would her current sex
satisfaction last? And when in the hell would her crazed,
insatiable hunger end? Other young students of hers flashed
through her mind, handsome boys with bulging crotches, lovely
girls with sweet faces and the cutest, most luscious tits and
asses.
Anne went to the living-room window and peered carefully out
the drapes, because she was still naked. The neighborhood seemed
utterly peaceful and decent. Except, of course, that her neighbor
across the street was screwing his next-door neighbor's fifteen-
year-old daughter, while she herself had just corrupted her
thoroughly, not to mention she'd seduced Mark Jensen's son as
well.
Chapter 5
"What is it?" Marsha Jensen asked her father, a look of
seriousness crossing her lovely young face. "Did I do something
wrong? Why did we come all the way up here for a talk?"
Mark glanced out at the lake through one of the cabin
windows. The sun was just beginning to set, and it cast a golden,
shimmering glow across the lake that was almost blinding. He lit
a cigarette, ignoring his daughter's question for the moment. At
three o'clock that afternoon, wondering whether he ought to bring
Julie up to the cabin for another session of wild lust, his
decision came to him.
There was no substitute for what he really wanted. Glancing
at his daughter's lusciously budding tits, straining at her snug
T-shirt, and then running his eyes down over her jeans, over her
plumply-curved ass, Mark knew he'd go crazy if he held off any
longer.
Julie was a hot little piece, mad about him, but she still
wasn't his own luscious daughter. And nothing else but this
fifteen-year-old angel would satisfy him. Hell, as long as he was
taking risks, he might as well go all the way.
"Marsha," he began sitting down on the sofa beside her and
putting a fatherly arm around her shoulders, "I've heard some bad
things about you. Terrible things."
The adolescent's face turned chalk-white. "What things, Dad?
I haven't done anything wrong, I swear it!"
Her firm little tits rose and fell nervously, and Mark felt
an irresistible tingle in his cock and balls. Ever since he'd
spanked her months before, feeling her silky hot ass quiver
violently beneath his fingers, he knew he had to explore every
inch of that satiny young body.
"I heard," he said in a solemn voice, "that you were
promiscuous. That you were giving yourself sexually to a great
many boys at school."
Tears stung the girl's eyes. "That's a lie!" she said
heatedly. "Oh, Dad, that's not true! I swear, I've never--I've
never even had a boy. Honest!"
And her father suddenly knew it was true. The lie had simply
been to find out if she was still a cherry. And now that he knew,
his massive prick began to rise in his pants with furious power.
It wasn't just that Marsha was his own lovely fifteen-year-old
daughter that fired his overpowering lust. She was the living
embodiment of his own wife, Sheila, when she was fifteen.
Irresistibly sexy and cute, with the lush promise of being a ripe-
breasted, long-legged, stunning beauty when she grew up.
And Mark Jensen damn well wanted his daughter's cherry before
any clumsy boy got it.
"Then you're still a virgin?" he said softly.
"Yes, of course, Dad. I wouldn't lie to you."
"Sit on my lap, honey," he said in a hoarse voice. "It's
time we had a father-to-daughter talk. Something serious."
Unhesitatingly, Marsha snuggled herself on her father's lap.
He wasn't always this affectionate, but when the opportunity came,
Marsha always grabbed it.
Mark wrapped his arms around her waist. His huge prick
pounded so fiercely in his pants he knew she had to feel it,
although she gave no sign. But, he remembered, she was still a
cherry. For about another ten minutes, if he could help it.
He began by rubbing her belly gently, reaching beneath her T-
shirt, his rod leaping at the feel of soft young flesh. No matter
what the penalty might be, he had to suck and fuck every tawny
inch of this luscious girl's flesh. It was an obsession that had
haunted him for years.
"The thing about having sex is this," he whispered in her
ear, inching his fingers closer to a hot young tit. "Some boy
could get you in real trouble, Marsha, possibly get you pregnant.
Or hurt you in some other way. Because boys are inexperienced,
you see, baby?"
"I'll be careful, honest, Dad. I know about things like
that. Mom told me."
"There's a safe way to do every thing in this world," he told
her, his voice beginning to crack with obscene desire. The feel
of her hot little ass gently squirming on his fleshy rod was
beginning to shatter what was left of his control.
"I could fix it so some clumsy boy would never hurt you,
Marsha. You trust your father, don't you, honey?"
She craned her neck around to look him in the eyes, genuinely
baffled. "Sure I trust you, Dad. But I don't understand. What
do you mean?"
"I mean," he said softly, "that there is a certain accepted
practice in some cultures that, well, that allow the father to
take care of things like that. Like his daughter's virginity.
That way, you're ready, you're prepared for what's coming in life.
It's perfectly normal in certain societies," he added hastily,
astounded at his own glib lies.
Marsha's lovely young face gaped in awe. "I still don't
understand, Dad!"
He decided at that lust-maddened moment to show her what he
meant exactly, rather than use any further persuasion.
Mark slipped his fingers up beneath his daughter's T-shirt
and grasped a burning small tit in each hand. He began massaging
them gently, rolling his thumb and fingers around the nipples, his
meat quivering with frenzied desire.
"Dad, don't!" sobbed the dark-haired teenager. "Daddy,
you're--I'm--Oh! Golly, Daddy, you're doing something wrong!"
But all the adolescent did was moan and, wriggle more hotly
on his lap. To fifteen-year-old Marsha, what was happening was
completely confusing and unlike her father. Yet, she didn't dare
deny her virgin pussy was beginning to seep hotly as her own
father fondled and stroked her budding tits. And she was acutely
aware of the fact that the giant throbbing bulge just beneath the
crack of her young ass was an erection.
"It's not wrong," Mark said quickly, rubbing her tits
lasciviously and pressing his hot prick up against her juicy
little ass harder. "I know exactly what I'm doing, baby, and
Daddy is doing it for your sake. You do exactly what I tell you,
honey, and afterwards you'll be happy. You do what I tell you!"
In that fatherly command lay magic words. Marsha had never
disobeyed her father, both out of fear and love. And the luscious
adolescent wasn't about to now, even though she felt there was
something terribly guilty about it.
"Daddy! You're getting me hot!" the teenager sobbed. "Oh,
Lord, Daddy, it's--it's wrong ... Mmmmmmmm!"
Mark Jensen, at that moment of naked lust, was beyond any
redemption or penalty. His gorgeous, hot-breasted young daughter
was wriggling her succulent ass madly on his pounding prick, in
spite of her protests. And now he slipped one hand down to her
warm crotch, pressing and rubbing lasciviously. He could feel her
juices begin to soak through. Marsha was nearly hysterical with
both confusion and passion.
"Daddy! Why are you doing this? Ooooooo, Daddy, Oh I feel
funny! Unnnnnngh!"
"For your own good, honey," he told her hoarsely. "Wouldn't
you rather have your own father introduce you to sex than some
idiotic boy? You know I love you, honey. You're my own daughter.
I know what's best for you. Daddy knows."
Quickly, Mark unzipped the fly of his daughter's jeans. He
slipped a hand inside her warm crotch. One finger pulled aside
her panties, and he found her juicy, soaked young cunt already
pulsing and waiting for him. Kissing her on the nape of the neck,
one hand still fondling and squeezing her hot tit-mounds, he began
fingerfucking his teenager daughter.
"DADDY! OH MY GOD, IT'S WRONG, WRONG! OOOOOOOH! DADDY, I'M
SO HOT, SO WORKED UP, UMMMMMMM, OOF!"
He'd slipped one finger inside her hot cherry-cunt, and it
was so hot and juicy he feared he might come in his pants. Damn,
what a hot tight snatch! Undoubtedly Marsha was telling him the
truth when she said she was a cherry. But now he wanted the wild
sensations of his own daughter's naked succulence on his lap
before he fingerfucked her to her first orgasm.
"Let's get undressed, baby," he whispered hoarsely in her
ear. "Come on, Daddy knows best."
After fifteen years of total obedience, even her near
hysterical confusion could not keep the lovely adolescent from
complete obedience.
Panting feverishly, Marsha stood up and quickly stripped out
of her clothes. Mark rose too, but his gaze never left his
daughter's lusciously curved little body as he stripped. Damn,
she was beautiful, even more beautiful than her mother at fifteen.
Marsha hesitated, her cheeks flushed and her budding tits
heaving. She gaped at his massive long prick.
"You won't--you won't hurt me with that, will you Daddy?
It's so big! And I'm a virgin!"
"Won't hurt you," Mark reassured in a voice hoarse with raw
lust. "Come on back and sit on my lap."
The girl obeyed, trembling wildly. Her father's mammoth rod
of flesh now hovered up between her tender thighs, its purple knob
quivering with urgency. Now Mark began to gently fingerfuck his
daughter, his blood pounding urgently at the gushing, sticky heat
of her tiny cunt. His only fear was that he'd come, shoot his
rocks right up into the air from the delicious satiny heat of her
writhing ass on his lap. Meanwhile his other hand played with her
softly-mounded hot tits. In less than a minute, Marsha was loudly
sobbing and jerking her juicy cunt against his stroking finger in
mad, fucking motions.
"OOOOOO, DADDY! OH, DAD, I'M SO HOT! I FEEL FUNNY! I FEEL
GOOD, OH YES, DADDY, PLEASE FASTER, PLEASE! OOOOOO!"
He'd found her tiny clit-bud with his fingertip and worked on
that for a while, until his entire hand was dripping with her
cunt-juices. Even his wife, Sheila, or his next-door neighbor's
luscious young daughter, Julie, couldn't compare to the succulent,
satiny fire of his own beautiful daughter.
Now Mark pierced deeper, feeling the resistance of her
cherry, a thin membrane. For one long moment Marsha cried out and
quivered her silken nakedness furiously as he pierced it. Then
her father plunged his middle finger in as deep as he could into
her tight, silken cunt. Marsha began fucking his stroking finger
to a frenzied rhythm, twining her ankles around his and clawing at
his naked flanks with her fingernails.
She twisted her head around to kiss him passionately on the
lips. She clutched his hand feverishly to her furiously heaving
young tits, profound moans coming from her throat. Then his young
daughter seized his quivering cock in one fist and began jerking
on it with obscene fervor.
To Mark Jensen, upstanding citizen of Rockville, respected
pillar of his community, this was one of the most depraved, joyous
moments of his entire life. His own beautiful, innocent daughter
was jerking him off while he was tenderly fingerfucking her. And
she loved it, at least as much as he did.
Low animal moans were coming from Marsha's throat as she
fervently kissed him, and from the feel of her cunt-juices gushing
profusely onto his fingers, Mark knew she was having her first
orgasm. Christ, he couldn't wait to fuck her in her beautiful hot
ass! It writhed and wriggled on his bushy crotch like a live
animal on fire, begging to be spanked and pierced and even kissed.
For one endless moment, the fifteen-year-old quivered
deliriously on her father's lap, and Mark knew she was coming
furiously. His stroking finger dug deeper into her hot juicy
slit, probing its sticky sweetness, wondering if he could actually
get even half his colossal thick prick inside there.
"AAAAAGH!" Marsha cried out, tearing her lips from his.
"EEEEE, DADDY, DADDY, IT'S--OOOOOO--WILD AND WONDERFUL! OH IT'S
CRAZY! OH, DO IT TO ME NOW, NOW, NOW!"
She'd had her first blazing climax, but Mark wasn't ready to
fuck her yet. He wanted to eat her first, to give her the wildest
possible thrills imaginable. In that way, even if she met some
silly school kid she got a crush on, she'd know where the hottest
thrills lay. She'd always come running back to her own father.
And he had to train her to give him a torrid blowjob, too.
Because in his own house, Marsha's bedroom was just next door to
his. And night after night, he intended to slip in there and suck
and fuck his own lovely daughter to his heart's delight.
Mark gently pushed her off his lap. Her silken hot nakedness
was shivering like a leaf. He felt an obscene thrill of pride
that this lovely adolescent, lush with the promise of raw sex, was
his own conception, his own gorgeous daughter.
"Sit on the sofa with your legs spread," he told her.
Still gawking with reverence at the mammoth of her father's
quivering cock, Marsha obeyed. Mark knelt between his daughter's
spread thighs. For a few moments he teased her by tracing his
tongue around her luscious little pink cunt, the most fetching,
juicy and kissable thing he'd ever seen. Then he rammed his
tongue deep into her honeyed slit, and the girl screamed loudly
and shuddered with madness.
"DADDY, DADDY! I'M GOING--UNNNNNNNGH!--GOING CRAZY! OH
DADDY I LOVE YOU, IT'S CRAZZZZZZY!"
And now Mark Jensen began eating his luscious young
daughter's delicious cunt with a dedication he'd never even shown
his own wife. Jesus, she was delicious and fiery! Even Julie's
hot pussy couldn't compare to Marsha's gushing tight slit. She
was cramming her boiling pussy into his face now with a fury of
happiness, pounding his bare shoulders with her fists to vent her
newly-aroused lust.
"DADDY DON'T STOP! NEVER STOP! OOOOOOOO, GOD IN HEAVEN I
LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE MY DADDY! EEEEEEE!"
He tried holding her silky hot ass-cheeks tightly in his
hands as he devoured her fragrant pussy, but so wild were Marsha's
movements, so lustfully furious were her hips, he could barely
hang onto the satiny flesh. Cunt-juice seeped into his mouth in a
small flood as she shuddered her slit in a frenzy into his eager
mouth.
For ten minutes he let his own daughter come in waves of
lust-inspired orgasms, purposely holding back his urgent desire to
give her the fuck of her life.
"I CAN'T STOP COMING, DADDY!" Marsha had locked her damp
sleek thighs so tightly to his face he felt as if he were
suffocating. But her cries of lustful happiness more than made up
for it. "OH, DADDY, DADDY, EAT EEEEEEE! GOD IT'S UNBELIEVABLE!
I LOVE YOU, DADDY, LOVE YOUR HOT MOUTH! WOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAGH!"
By now, Mark could barely breathe from the burning sweet
pussy-juice smeared over his mouth and face, and from her
frenzied, jerking cunt. Still, he let her come again, fatherly
love mingling in a strange blend of naked raw lust for his own
beautiful daughter. He wanted to let her know how wonderful, how
blissfully obscene it could be to be lovingly and lewdly sucked
off.
Because in a moment it would be her turn.
At last he drew his lips and tongue away from her honeyed
slit. She kept on jerking and twitching in violent spasms, her
virgin glands unable to absorb the intense shattering thrills of
being passionately fingerfucked and blown. Especially by her own
father.
"Oh, Daddy," Marsha sobbed, her plump little tits quivering,
"I never dreamed sex could be like that! Please, please do it to
me now? Please?"
But first, Mark decided, she had to reciprocate. It was
better, he wanted to intone solemnly, to give than receive, but
even that sounded ridiculous.
"Stand up for a minute, baby," he ordered. When she did, he
sprawled back on the sofa. His gigantic, bristling long prick
hovered out with obscene impatience.
"Put your mouth on Daddy's prick," he commanded gently.
"Just suck it off, sweetheart, like you would a lollipop. Slow
and easy, all right, Marsha?"
Wildly aroused with her newly-discovered series of climaxes,
the fifteen-year-old hurried to obey. She knelt between his
spread, hairy legs and grasped his massive prick in both warm
hands. Without warning, she clutched four inches of his pounding
rod in her mouth and began to suck on the meat feverishly.
Normally able to hold off for almost as long as he wanted,
the feel of Marsha's greedily sucking hot mouth on his meat, and
the sight of his luscious naked daughter eagerly rushing to meet
his most obscene desires, Mark Jensen almost burst his heavy load
into her mouth at that moment.
"Easy, baby," he cautioned, stroking her hair, "Easy! Like a
lollipop, real slow and easy."
With a sigh of relief, he felt her furiously sucking mouth
ease up on his thick cock. She was a natural cocksucker, he
thought with pride. The adolescent learned quickly at her first
try. Not only did she greedily suck, she paused to lick at his
big prick-head every few seconds, her soft hot fist jerking on the
trunk of his meat at the same time.
Finally, Marsha fell into an easy, wanton rhythm. Her
burning lips oozed back and forth on his long rod of flesh to a
steady, thrilling tempo, while she began stroking his shaft at a
coaxing rhythm. Mark closed his eyes and leaned back. Jesus,
even his own wife Sheila had never mastered the simple tricks of a
languidly teasing suck-off like his daughter had in moments!
Happy groans came from Marsha's throat as she became totally
intent on pleasing her father. After her first introduction to
sex, the unbelievable thrills of having her own handsome father
first fingerfuck and then eat her, she felt this was her first
challenge. Inspiration caused her to gently sink her teeth into
her father's burning prick as she sucked on its enormous length.
When he groaned loudly with pleasure, Marsha tried some other
imaginative tricks.
She slid back her wet lips, and keeping only the giant head
of his stiff dick in her mouth, she flicked her tongue across his
knob as fast as she could. When his grunts of lust became louder,
she grasped his long rod in both of her hot fists and jerked
eagerly, nibbling at the crimson head with naked hunger.
"Oh yes honey, oh baby daughter, SUCK!" Mark grunted.
Christ, even his own wife had never shown this much imagination in
a simple blowjob. Now Mark clutched his daughter's head in his
hands and dug his heels gently into her shoulders, starting to
jerk his hips in time to her ravenous sucking.
The mere idea of fucking his own virgin daughter in her hot
little mouth triggered a fantastic new excitement in Mark. She
was jerking him off lustfully with both of her warm fists while
she nibbled hungrily on his searing meat, moans of wanton delight
coming from her throat.
The fifteen-year-old felt an incredible excitement as her
father's massive hot meat plunged in and out of her mouth. She'd
petted with boys before, and had even let a few of them touch her
tits, which pleased her. But now, having passionate sex with her
own handsome father, Marsha's virgin glands were exploding with
lewd fire. As her father's hot prick leaped and quivered in her
mouth, she jerked him off as rapidly as she could. She knew his
come was going to burst any moment and she was dying to taste and
gulp it down. On instinct, Marsha reached one hand down to his
huge, swollen balls and gently squeezed.
"CHRIST, YES!" Mark groaned. "GONNA COME, BABY! MMMMM!
SUCK HARDER, HARDER, AAAAAAAH ..."
It was impossible for him to hold his load back any longer.
The fiery pressure of her madly sucking hot mouth and eagerly
jerking fingers quickly made his load boil over. He began
spurting his jism in great gushes in his daughter's mouth,
battering her throat with his long rod.
Deep moans of lewd delight came from Marsha's throat as the
stinging hot flood engulfed her mouth. She swallowed the salty
come as fast as she could, and still more came, in dwindling
spurts. The girl whimpered in disappointment as his huge cock
finally deflated, and the burning torrent became a mere trickle.
It was the wildest blow-job Mark had ever had.
He knew most of the intensity was because it was his own
luscious daughter, but even as a cherry she was showing terrific
promise.
And because she was refusing to release his limp rod from her
mouth, still tonguing and sucking on it, he began to quickly grow
stiff again. She'd be even sexier than his wife when she grew up,
he realized. Now it was time to take her hot little cherry.
Mark pushed her gently back down on the shag rug. Her young
tits were heaving wildly and she'd already drawn up her knees and
spread her legs wide, waiting.
"It'll only hurt for a minute," he promised her. "Then
you'll love it, baby."
"Oh, Daddy, I don't care if you hurt me--just fuck me!"
Gently, Mark guided the massive head of his thick rod just
inside her juicy cunt-lips. Marsha jerked her hips up impatiently
and then suddenly wailed in pain.
"Easy," he cautioned his daughter. "Let me do it, honey."
He carefully began pumping his mammoth dick inside her
incredibly tight, hot cunt. Each time he eased another half inch
inside, Marsha groaned loudly and clawed her sharp nails across
his back. God, what luscious cunt! She was even tighter and
hotter than his neighbor's daughter, Julie, and far more
passionate. His daughter was biting his lips in a frenzy of
lustful happiness now, raising her legs and locking them behind
his back.
"Oh, Daddy it's--OOOOOOOO! IT'S WILD! OH DADDY, FUCK ME,
FUCK ME, I'M SO--unnnnnnnngh! SO HAPPY!"
Mark was pistoning only half his massive burning rod inside
her cherry now, and already Marsha was softly screaming with
excitement. Her hot little tits dug furiously against his chest
and her soft hips thrashed madly in response to his pounding
prick.
For fifteen-year-old Marsha, the first fuck of her life was
intensely thrilling, especially because it was her own father.
Her tight pussy was gorged to bursting and each time he slid back
and forth with his thick meat, fantastic ripples of excitement
shuddered through her young loins.
"OOOOOO DADDY, IT'S WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL! AAAAAAAH! OH,
FUCK ME HARDER, DADDY, HARDER--UNNNNNNNNGH!"
In spite of his caution, her juicy little cunt was so
delicious beneath his pumping rod, Mark began to fuck her harder
and faster. There were a few yelps of pain but he was unable to
control himself as he plunged deeper. It was the best cunt he'd
ever had in his life, juicy, luscious, on fire with passion.
Normally able to control himself almost indefinitely, Mark felt
his rocks begin to burst.
"Gonna come, baby daughter," he gasped. Wanton moans came
from his wildly thrashing daughter as she bit him with animal
frenzy on his shoulder. "GONNA COME, HONEY! CHRIST WHAT CUNT!
OH JESUS, THAT!S GOOD! AAAAAAAGH!"
Not even two-thirds of his prick was piercing her silken hot
slit, but already he'd started spurting. Marsha hugged him
fiercely and flexed her pussy on his stroking rod in a fury of
lewdness. She dug her heels into his back and swung her hips with
maddening delight. The boiling juice was stinging her hot cunt in
growing waves of excitement, flooding her narrow pussy to where
her muffled screams became sheer raves of depraved happiness.
When Mark stopped coming, Marsha continued to moan and squeeze her
juicy slit on his limp rod, begging for more.
"Oh Daddy, I loved it!" she sobbed, clawing his back. "Do it
to me again, please, please, I want more!"
And again, irresistibly, Mark's long prick was getting rock-
hard. Jesus, he hadn't been this good to his wife in years. But
his daughter could get him up in seconds, any time she wanted to.
And Mark knew what he really wanted, had craved ever since he'd
spanked her tawny plump ass.
"I'll do it to you again," he murmured in her ear. "But the
way I'm going to do it might hurt, Marsha."
"Then hurt me!" she implored, grinding her soaked pussy to
his turgid cock. "Do whatever want to me, Daddy!"
"Turn over," he ordered her harshly.
Eagerly, Marsha turned on her belly on the rug. For a few
moments, her father caressed and fondled her tawny ass-cheeks.
She had the loveliest ass he'd ever seen, plump, silky, perfectly
rounded, each cheek a mound of satiny perfection.
"Fold your knees under you, baby," he told her.
The girl did as she was told, and now her luscious ass
hovered in the air, a soft golden invitation. Mark knelt upright
between her lush mounds. First, he dipped two fingers into her
juicy cunt and spread her soaking fluid over them. Then he rubbed
her pussy-juices over the knob of his fleshy rod. No doubt his
daughter expected to be fucked dog-style, but she was in for the
surprise of her young life.
Mark placed his throbbing dick-head squarely against her tiny
puckered asshole. Then he firmly gripped an ass-cheek in each
hand and spread them wide.
"Daddy, what are you--Daddy? Why are you--AAAAAAAGH!
EEEEEEE, GOD IT'S--UNF! KILLING ME, NO, NO!"
He'd plunged his huge burning shaft into her helpless little
asshole in one savage thrust. The steaming, narrow tunnel
shuddered fiercely on his long cock as Marsha tried to wrench
free. But he held her soft hips powerfully in his hands, and
began to drive his rod in and out of her vulnerable asshole.
Marsha hadn't the faintest idea this sort of agony existed.
It was as though someone had rammed a gigantic blazing poker up
her tender asshole. It was so painful she couldn't even scream,
much less catch her breath. She fought for air in gasps as her
father began brutally fucking her in her silken ass, loud groans
of lust coming from his throat.
"Oh, baby daughter," he grunted. "Oh, honey, that's GOOD!
It'll stop hurting--aaaaaah!--in a minute. Don't fight it!
MMMMMMMM! God, what an ass!"
He continued to ram his blazing cock in and out of her tiny
tunnel, playing with her golden ass-cheeks. Her burning bowels
steamed and quivered on his driving rod, and she helplessly
pounded her fists on the rug beneath her to vent her fierce
anguish. And yet, in spite of the white-hot torture cramming her
helpless anus, faint ripples of pleasure were shooting through her
loins now.
In sheer desperation, the fifteen-year-old slid her fingers
down to her own pussy and began to masturbate while her father
savagely raped her tender asshole. Maybe fingerfucking herself
would take her mind off the pain. She gorged two fingers into her
hot slit and began stroking furiously, her helpless sobs echoing
throughout the cabin.
Ever since he'd spanked his daughter, Mark became obsessed
with her luscious little ass. And this, above all, was what he
craved, what he thought about day and night. Now as he plunged
his massive hot cock to the very hilt into her narrow channel, he
issued loud groans of pure lust. He used to ravage his own wife's
ass like this.
"Oh honey," he grunted, "what a hot juicy ass! Oh, baby
daughter, it's WILD! JERK BACK ON ME! SWING YOUR ASS, HONEY!"
No matter how painful it was, Marsha always obeyed her
father's voice instantly. And she did so now, beginning to
cautiously swing her impaled ass back each time he thrust his
colossal prick forward. It felt as if his giant cock was in the
very pit of her belly, a blazing battering ram.
"Hurts!" she moaned. "HURTS! OH DADDY, YOU'RE RIPPING ME IN
TWO! UNNNNNNNGH!"
But the waves of pleasure were becoming stronger in her
bowels and cunt as she fingerfucked herself in a frenzy. In fact,
it was getting hard to distinguish between the searing pain in her
ravaged asshole and the hot pleasure in her tight pussy. Somehow
the two became one, and in less than a minute Marsha was beginning
to come, her cunt-juices gushing profusely onto her fingers.
"Yes, Daddy," she sobbed, "YES, FUCK ME IN THE ASS! OH, GOD
IT HURTS GOOD! FUCK MY ASS HARDER, DADDY, HARDER! EEEEE!"
Mark was beginning to shoot his rocks off how. Her silky,
shuddering ass was triggering intense thrills along the length of
his hot meat, and he jerked his hips to a furious rhythm as he
fucked her. Even her cries of pain were intensifying his lust,
until he began spurting huge, boiling gushes of come into her
helpless bowels.
"UNNNNNNNGH!" Marsha screamed. "YES, YESSSSSS, LORD IT
HURTS! OOOOOOOO! COMING TOO, DADDY! COMMMMMING!"
As the blazing jism stung deep into her churning asshole,
Marsha fingerfucked herself in a frenzy of pain-joy. The
realization that her own handsome father was fucking her helpless
ass, that the stinging fire spattering deep in her bowels came
from her own daddy, sparked shudders of incredibly lewd joy in her
blood. Like the time her father spanked her, only he didn't know
she'd almost come from the vicious but loving pain on her bare
cheeks.
When the last trickle of hot come had dripped from his limp
cock, Mark withdrew it and collapsed with a sigh beside his naked
daughter on the rug.
Quickly, Marsha cuddled up to him. Her buttocks hurt
terribly, but she couldn't deny the pleasure of his sticky boiling
come seeping inside her bowels.
"It hurt awful, Daddy," she sobbed. "But even when you hurt
me, I love it!"
Mark fought off the surge of guilt he felt. How could any
healthy male resist such a luscious little ass, even if it was his
own daughter?
But no, he'd doubled his problems, instead of solving them.
For one thing, he had his neighbor's fifteen-year-old daughter on
his hands, infatuated with him. Now he'd corrupted his own
daughter, sucking and fucking her to the point of sheer delicious
exhaustion. His first problem was to get rid of Julie. Once that
was done, he could devote all his lust to his own daughter.
A plan occurred to him, not perfect, but halfway practical at
least. He could get some sleeping pills and start spiking his
wife's bedtime drink with them. Once she was sound asleep, he
could slip into Marsha's room and indulge in an orgy of lust. But
what about his son Jack? He might be able to manage the same
thing, insisting his son drink a glass of warm milk before
bedtime, and spiking that as well.
Or he could simply take Marsha up to the cabin every day, and
eat and ravage every silken inch of her young body until he was
satisfied. But being alone with her that constantly would make
his wife suspicious.
"Do it to me again, Daddy," Marsha moaned beside him, rubbing
her small hot tits against his chest. "Love me some more, Daddy.
I never dreamed it could be so wild!"
"Suck me off first," he told her. His daughter hurried to
obey, getting him rock-hard again in a minute.
Poor Sheila, thought Mark as Marsha licked lasciviously at
his stiff rod. Here he was screwing his own fifteen-year-old
daughter, his neighbor's fifteen-year-old daughter, and both of
them couldn't get enough of his enormous prick.
Chapter 6
It was almost three in the afternoon when Al found the
letters. He was more than half-drunk, and looking for a socket
wrench that he'd misplaced months ago. Recalling that he'd fixed
a door in his daughter's bedroom, he searched Julie's closet. And
that was where he found the letters.
There were six of them. Five were addressed to his next-door
neighbor, Mark Jensen. A look of pure disbelief and then
maddening fury crossed his brutal features as he read them. The
impact of learning that his joy in life, his pure, wholesome
daughter was having an obscene affair with Mark Jensen filled him
with murderous thoughts.
Until he vaguely realized that at the same time, he was
having a bizarre affair with Jensen's wife. If he confronted his
neighbor about his daughter, there was a strong possibility that
his own brutal affair with his neighbor's wife would come out.
Now how in the hell was he going to explain that?
The sixth love letter he found filled him with both fury and
strange excitement. His own daughter had written a love letter,
in the most obscene terms imaginable, to the music teacher who
lived across the street! Apparently Julie was not only making it
with Mark Jensen next door, but with the leggy brunette across the
street.
Al couldn't figure out why the letters weren't mailed. Kids
at Julie's age were funny, though. Maybe they just wanted to
express their feelings, writing letters instead of keeping a
diary.
"That sonofabitch!" Al shouted at no one, as he went back to
his bottle of scotch. He had a good goddamned notion to rape
Jensen's own daughter in vengeance. Until he realized the danger
in that. It was one thing to bind and screw a neighbor's willing
wife. But it was another to rape his daughter.
He heard his front door open and realized it was his daughter
coming home from school. She came into the kitchen, saw he was
drinking and her face dropped.
"Hi, Daddy," she said timidly.
For a long dangerous moment Al studied his daughter,
wondering what he should do. A solution came to him, both wildly
exciting and reeking with vengeance at the same time.
"You stand right there," he said ominously. "Don't move,
understand, Julie? Just stand there!"
Al went upstairs. He got the chains out of a dresser drawer,
along with the whip he'd used on Jensen's wife. He put them all
in a large paper sack. Then he went downstairs to where his
daughter waited, white-faced and trembling.
He grabbed her roughly by the wrist.
"Come on with me," he said brusquely. He dragged her out of
the house and headed across the street.
* * *
At the same moment, next door, Sheila Jensen was doing
something extremely unusual for her. She was drinking during the
day. Not just drinking, but well on her way to drunkenness, with
four martinis behind her. She felt terrible, reeking with guilt,
wondering how she was going to confess the whole sordid affair to
her husband when he came home.
Because the only solution the sexy housewife had come to was
to admit everything to Mark. And then beg him to do the same
bizarre things to her, so that she could get sexually aroused.
Because it was the only way she could have an orgasm, she
realized. To be bound and whipped and humiliated. And if someone
had to do it, it might as well be her own husband instead of that
crude ape next door.
She had still another drink, working up her nerve. It was
the only solution she could think of, and if it didn't work ...
* * *
When Anne Hawkins opened her door and saw the furious face of
her neighbor across the street, and young Julie's terrified
expression at the same time, she had a horrifying premonition of
disaster.
"Wanna talk to you," Al said gruffly, pushing her aside as he
dragged Julie in behind him.
"Julie's doing very well in her lessons," Anne said in a
trembling voice. "She shows great promise and--"
"Cut the crap!" Al snapped. "Where's your bedroom?"
"Bedroom?" the brunette echoed, trying desperately to collect
her thoughts. She sensed he'd found out somehow about her wild
encounter with his daughter, but she tried to stall for time.
"Bedroom, Goddamnit!" He grabbed her wrist so roughly she
cried out. Now he had both his daughter and the lush music
teacher by the wrist. The look on his brutish face terrified
Anne, and she knew she couldn't stall him any longer.
"This way," she whispered nervously. She led him upstairs to
her bedroom. Julie looked like she was about to faint from
terror. Without a word, Al opened the paper sack he'd brought and
attached the chains to the four bedposts of Anne's bed.
"Strip and lie down on your belly," he told her.
"You can't order me around like this!" Anne bluffed, feeling
a wave of horror. "You'd just better leave--"
"Can it!" Al said harshly. He held up a letter. "This is
what my daughter wrote to you last night. Want me to read it,
lady? Or give it to the police right now?"
Oh my God! thought Anne, feeling faint. She looked at Julie,
whose terror was obvious. So the girl had probably written her a
love letter after their orgy, and now her father was out for pure
vengeance. With a feeling of desperation, the ripe brunette knew
she had no choice.
She silently undressed. Clenching her teeth, she lay face
down on her bed. In less than a minute, he had her wrists and
ankles securely manacled. Then he brought out the vicious-looking
black whip and turned to his daughter.
"You strip too," he commanded.
Shaking with fear, Julie obeyed. She cursed herself for
being such a fool, for leaving the letter lying around. He must
have found her letters to Mark too! Naked and trembling, the
blonde stood before her father, expecting the worst.
For a minute, Al surveyed the naked, ripe brunette lying face
down and helplessly chained on the bed. Jesus, what a body! He'd
never suspected it from the dowdy way she'd dressed. Then he
turned his burning gaze on his own daughter and his prick leaped.
No wonder that bastard next door had screwed her! Julie was
budding with naked loveliness, her firm little tits high and
lushly rounded, her golden pussy-hairs an invitation to his
wildest fantasies. But his fury turned back to the stunning
brunette on the bed.
He handed Julie the whip. "Start whipping her on the ass,
Julie. And don't stop until I tell you!"
Tears of shame and fear in her eyes, the girl hurried to
obey. She began bringing the whip down on Anne's lusciously naked
ass, trying not to hurt her too hard. But almost instantly cries
of agony came from the music teacher, and her sensuous body
quivered in pain. But even the fifteen-year-old blonde was
becoming aroused as Anne's beautiful, creamy ass-cheeks turned a
bright crimson.
While Julie stung the helpless brunette's lush buttocks, Al
undressed. His huge cock hovered out, quivering with raw lust.
The sight of his lovely naked daughter relentlessly whipping the
stunning brunette had triggered an enormous erection.
Julie stared at her father's massive hard-on with an eerie
blend of terror and lustful excitement. Lord, her father was
hung! He was even bigger than Mark, his prick tinged with
crimson, his colossal knob almost purple.
"That's enough," he told Julie, and the girl stopped whipping
the sobbing brunette. Anne's ass-cheeks were a glowing red now,
and her lush nakedness was trembling violently.
"So you like to eat little girls' pussies, huh?" Al said
tauntingly to Anne. Julie's letter to her had been very explicit,
going into very sexy detail. He turned to his daughter.
"Get up at the head of the bed," he commanded. "Let's see
just how well she eats pussy. Go on!"
Quickly, the blonde fifteen-year-old rushed to obey her
father. She placed her naked back to the head of the bed and
raised her knees and nudged her glistening pink cunt close to
Anne's mouth. Even in her guilt and horror, Anne needed no
further coaxing. She began sucking and licking at Julie's golden-
fringed cunt, trying to ignore the horrible pain stinging her
ripely naked ass.
For Julie's burly father, it was the most lustfully arousing
spectacle he'd ever seen. Julie's face was contorted with ecstasy
as the whimpering music teacher sucked at her juicy pink pussy.
The maddening thought occurred to Al that all the time his next-
door neighbor had been fucking his daughter, he himself could have
been reaping the lush benefits of her tawny young body.
Angrily, he climbed on top of Anne's silken, trembling
nakedness. Without even bothering to wet the head of his huge
prick, he jammed the purple knob directly against her helpless
asshole. Immediately she winced, knowing what was coming.
"No!" she cried out. "Please, no! You'll tear me up with
that monster, I beg you--AAAAAAARRRGH!"
With a single massive thrust, Al tore his giant cock into her
helpless asshole. Its tight squirming heat filled him with a
perverted pleasure as he began fucking her savagely, her boiling
anus quivering beneath the fierce onslaught.
At the same time, Al hunched down over her back and reached
out to play with his daughter's hot little tits. His initial fury
had now given way to an insatiable lust. Christ, the brunette's
asshole was juicy and hot! Each time she tried to wriggle her
satiny ass-cheeks free, an extra thrill shuddered through his
stiff meat.
Anne fought desperately to ignore the searing gigantic pain
ripping through her tender asshole. She concentrated all her
attention on sucking Julie's sweet pussy, while the blonde
responded by nudging her hotly sucking cunt feverishly into Anne's
lips and tongue.
Julie had never dreamed her father's prick was so massive.
She watched in awe and lewd excitement as he stroked his crimson
rod vengefully in and out of Anne's helpless ass. At the same
time fantastic thrills rippled through her throbbing cunt as the
hungry brunette sucked and kissed and lapped at her slit, with an
intensity that made the schoolgirl softly scream with wanton
bliss.
"Ooooooh, Anne, I'm gonna come!" she sobbed, nudging her
drenched pussy feverishly to the teacher's greedy mouth. "Gonna
come! OOOOOOOO, I'M COMING!"
The sight of the sexy brunette devouring his own daughter's
juicy slit destroyed Al's stamina. That, plus the churning,
steaming tightness of Anne's fiery asshole. He began erupting,
wild spurts of come shooting forth from his ramming dick.
And although she was chained helplessly and couldn't even
fingerfuck herself, Anne too began coming, a shuddering orgasm
that swept outward from her madly throbbing cunt to her brutally
ravaged asshole. His burning flood of jism stung her bowels like
spattering fire. And the lovely blonde's cunt juices were
streaming steadily into her eager mouth now, more delicious than
anything the greedy brunette had ever tasted.
The sultry teacher couldn't deny either that the fact that
she was being savagely raped in the ass by a man whose luscious
daughter was feverishly crushing her juicy cunt to her mouth was
firing her lust to a maddening pitch.
A minute later Al slipped his limp rod out of her anus. Then
Julie, with a sobbing long sigh, eased her dripping pussy away
from Anne's mouth.
Now Al stared at his naked daughter with a renewed fury.
Lush and beckoning as her cute tits and ass and silky-fringed cunt
was, the idea that his next-door neighbor had gotten to her first
infuriated him. In her letters to Mark, Julie had gone into great
detail about how she loved blowing him, and how thrilling his come
was.
"Come here!" he ordered Julie harshly.
Frightened, the fifteen-year-old obeyed. Even limp and
dangling, her father's cock was tremendous. There was blood on it
from Anne's ravaged anus, too.
"Get on your knees," Al told Julie. "And start sucking it
off." He picked up the whip and the little blonde shuddered
furiously. "And make it good, no, fantastic, or else ..."
He flailed the whip in the air, and Julie almost fainted with
panic. Obediently, she got on her knees and lifted his limp dick
to her wet mouth. Moaning, she began jerking his meat in her warm
fist as she placed as much of the gigantic rod in her mouth as she
could manage. Using every trick she could think of, Julie began
sucking on it with fervor. She twirled her tongue around the
head, then almost gagged as she tried to ram all of it into her
small burning mouth.
Hope flared in her naked breasts quickly as his fleshy rod
began hardening in her mouth. She could feel the whip-thongs
teasingly across her back and she began sucking on her father's
massive prick with a hunger born of pure fear. Almost choking on
the sheer size of his rod, Julie quickly began fondling his hairy
balls in her fingers. She jiggled them from side to side, then up
and down, knowing the action would help coax his load.
Not a bad blowjob at all, thought Al with pleasure. He
watched his naked daughter work her mouth furiously on his shaft,
realizing he could force her to do this every day from now on.
Disillusioned as he was from reading her obscene letters to Mark
and Anne, the idea of having a hot, juicy fuck in his own house
every night softened him slightly.
"Suck harder and faster!" he told Julie, clutching her blonde
head in his hands. He began jerking his hips in time to her
frantic sucking, gritting his teeth with lewd pleasure when she
paused to whirl her hot tongue around his knob.
Only once did he bring the whip down on her back. Julie
screamed in her throat and sucked and kissed his cock more
frantically. She was already giving him a terrific blowjob, Al
decided, but he used the whip just to remind her what would happen
if she didn't.
When he thought he might come, he ordered her to stop. "Lick
my balls for a while," he commanded. "Suck on 'em, too."
The girl immediately did as she was told. She darted her hot
tongue out and licked lasciviously at his hairy balls for a
minute, then gently grasped one in her mouth and began sucking on
it eagerly. Then she turned her greedy mouth to the other
testicle, until her father was groaning with lust.
Chained to the bed, Anne could still view everything by
turning her head. And in spite of the terrifying pain in her ass
from Al's monstrous rod, she found herself becoming tremendously
aroused once more. Julie was licking and sucking her father's
immense cock with unashamed lust, groaning happily in her throat
as she whipped her head back and forth on it.
I ought to be a hooker instead of a music teacher, Anne
realized with a shock. Why not? She loved sex, every perverted
aspect of it, boys and girls both, even men and women now. Being
fucked in her helpless ass by the brute only proved it. Because
she'd come, wildly, ecstatically, when the stinging hot spurts
shattered in her bowels.
Anne's decision was made that suddenly. The voluptuous
brunette decided to set herself up in business as soon as she
could. As long as she was so passionate and enjoyed raw lechery
so much, why not get paid for it in the bargain?
"That's enough!" Al suddenly told his daughter. There was no
reason to shoot off in her hot little mouth when her juicy cunt
was available. But what a blowjob! Maybe she could give her
mousy mother lessons, for Christ's sake.
"Get on the bed, between her knees," Al ordered his daughter.
"I want you to suck her off while I find out what was so great
that turned our next-door neighbor on."
Wildly aroused now, Julie hunched down on her belly between
the brunette's chained legs. She folded her knees under her while
she began lewdly licking at Anne's hot pink pussy. As far as the
fifteen-year-old blonde was concerned, this was one order that
didn't have to be given. She darted the pink tip of her tongue
out and traced it along the brunette's silken slit, then plunged
it in deep. Immediately, Anne shuddered and moaned with passion.
His chest heaving with lust, Al climbed onto the bed to fuck
his daughter dog-style. The sight of her eating the lush music
teacher so voraciously made his long prick quiver fiercely. He
guided his immense knob inside Julie's luscious wet cunt-lips, and
instantly she trembled with passion.
Then he began fucking his own daughter with violent,
pistoning strokes of his long rod.
"Ooooo, Daddy!" she cried wantonly, "it hurts! But I like
it, I LOVE IT, I LOVE YOUR BIG PRICK! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, DADDY!
UNNNNNNNNF!"
Al didn't need any urging. The succulent heat of his
daughter's tight, fiery cunt was beyond anything he'd had in
years. Combined with the vision of the golden-haired schoolgirl
ravenously devouring the beautiful brunette's pussy, his proud
stamina began to crumble. The more excited Julie became as she
ate Anne's succulent hot cunt, the more frantically her own pussy
quivered and sucked on her father's rod.
Beneath both of them, securely bound, the feverishly aroused
brunette was also beginning to have an orgasm. Julie's fiercely
hungry tongue was like a whiplash in her cunt, lapping, kissing,
sucking, greedily draining her juices. Anne wriggled her bare ass
furiously as wave after wave of molten fire shuddered through her
loins. And the little blonde couldn't seem to get enough of her
juicy cunt as she lapped at it with depraved fury.
"Hot, juicy cunt!" Al groaned as he began spurting inside his
daughter's burning slit. "Hot damnnnnn! Oh shit, that's juicy!
JUICY!"
All three of them began coming simultaneously. While Al
furiously fucked his eager daughter, Julie hungrily devoured her
music teacher's gushing pussy-juices, sinking her fingernails into
Anne's wriggling naked ass.
Two minutes later, all three of them sprawled on the bed,
nakedly panting. Al felt better, much better now that he'd gotten
a sample of his daughter's fiery little cunt. He knew he could
have it every night now, and that soothed his fury. Maybe, the
thought occurred to him, he could get her to find other
schoolgirls for him. Hell, she'd offered some to that bastard
Mark Jensen next door, so why not for her own father?
And he could always fall back on the stunning brunette, now
moaning and twitching on the bed as she lay helplessly bound.
What a ripe, gorgeous ass!
Al picked up the whip and a soft moan of terror came from
Anne's lips.
"Don't worry, lady, you'll learn to love it," he told her,
cruelly. "You'll learn to beg for it."
And deep down, Anne knew he was right.
Chapter 7
It was just before their usual dinnertime. Mark Jensen faced
his wife in their bedroom, Sheila sitting on the bed while he
listened with a shocked expression.
"And that's what actually happened," the ripely curved
housewife concluded, her crimson face avoiding his gaze. She'd
told him everything, every sordid detail. The chains, the
whippings, the anal rapes, virtually everything.
For a few minutes, Mark was silent. He found it almost
impossible to believe his own stunning wife had an affair with the
clumsy ape next door. But his self-righteousness began to crumble
when he realized he was having a hot affair not only with his
neighbor's young daughter, but his own daughter as well. For a
little while, fury mingled with guilt.
"If--if you'd only do the same things to me, Mark, this will
never happen again," Sheila sobbed. "I don't know why it turns me
on so fiercely, but it just does. You can punish me now if you
want."
"If that's what you want, you sure as hell are going to get
it," he said ominously. "Wait here."
He went downstairs and got some rope, which he cut into short
lengths. He didn't have a whip but he saved one three foot length
of cord for that purpose. Both his son and daughter sat in the
kitchen, watching him, curious and confused.
Upstairs, Mark ordered Sheila to strip. When she was totally
naked, he bound her, face up, on the bed, so that she was spread-
eagled. Mark Jensen was not only the victim of seething fury, but
a wild new excitement sang in his blood. His wife's confession
had suddenly made everything justifiable. Hell, after what she'd
told him, nothing could be wrong.
He went back downstairs. Picking up a bottle of gin, he
drank right from it for ten long seconds. If he could fuck his
own daughter, he thought viciously, there was no reason why his
own son couldn't fuck his mother.
"Both of you come with me," he ordered his son and daughter.
Obediently, Jack and Marsha followed him upstairs, knowing
something weird was about to happen. When they entered their
parents' bedroom, both of them were shocked. Their mother, lay
helplessly bound and stark naked on the bad, a look of strange
excitement and fear on her face.
"Dad, what's going on?" Jack said, stunned. "You can't treat
Mom like this. I mean--"
"Shut UP!" Mark said. His anger gave him complete command of
the situation. His voice calmed down a little as he unbuttoned
his shirt and began undressing.
"We are what we supposedly call a close-knit family. Okay,
we're about to find just how close-knit we are. I want both of
you to undress, right now. We're going to have a family affair,
understand? And it's going to be a naughty affair, too. Both of
you strip! Now!"
His daughter didn't hesitate. The prospects of having sex
with her father again stirred a hot young lust in her blood. And
from the looks of everything, they were going to have a full-
fledged orgy!
Jack hesitated, but only for a few moments. The sight of his
mother's lusciously naked body, helplessly bound on the bed with
her sexy tits and pussy exposed, was motivation enough. But as he
watched his little sister undress, his prick became gorged with
blood, quivering with urgency. Christ, he had no idea his own
little sister could be so sexy!
Now the four of them were naked, father, mother, son and
daughter. Totally accustomed to obeying their father's every
command, they waited for him to speak.
"Just to begin with," Mark said in a vicious tone, "I want
you to fuck your mother, Jack. Don't stand there like a goddamned
idiot! I said fuck her!"
Jack paused, shocked at the idea. Yet the sight of his
mother's beautiful, lush nakedness made his rod leap with
impatience. And there was a strange look in his mother's
smoldering eyes, too, as if she were frantically excited at the
idea.
He climbed on top of his naked mother. Already Sheila had
begun undulating her soft hips and moaning. Her eyelids fluttered
with unashamed passion. It wasn't just the idea that her son was
so handsome and had a huge cock like his father, but the mere
feeling of being so helplessly bound thrilled and excited her to
the point of feverish lust.
"Suck on my tits, Jack," she begged him, straining at her
bonds. "Fuck me with your beautiful cock. FUCK ME!"
She knew she was drunk, but that only intensified Sheila's
wild excitement. It was the same urgent desire that had motivated
Mark to suck and fuck his daughter, the strange re-living of their
youth. With his lean, powerfully naked body crushed to hers,
Sheila ground her hot pussy up against her son's massive prick
anxiously. She uttered low moans of obscene delight when he began
sucking on one of her swollen tits, gently biting the nipple.
Then he was guiding his stiff rod inside her soaked, waiting cunt-
lips. Instantly, Sheila jerked her hips up in a frenzy, craving
more of his hot thrilling cock.
"Every inch!" she implored. "FUCK ME WITH EVERY BEAUTIFUL
INCH OF YOUR HOT PRICK, SON! OOOOO, MMMMMMMM!"
And as Jack began to lewdly screw his own mother, an intense
excitement rippled through his balls. She was terrifically hot
and juicy, even more so than the horny music teacher. And the
mere idea that he was fucking his own beautiful, voluptuous mother
raised his lust to a frantic pitch. Sheila was jerking furiously
up against her son's big cock now, loving the feel of helplessness
as she strained against the ropes that bound her wrists and
ankles.
All the while, Mark clasped his naked fifteen-year-old
daughter from behind, playing with her tits and nudging his
enormous stiff prick against the silky crack of her juicy ass-
cheeks. Marsha was tremendously excited, not only from the sight
of her brother, so massively hung, screwing their mother, but from
the burning pressure of her father's immense prick rubbing against
her tender ass.
"I'm hot, Daddy," she moaned, reaching behind to grasp his
fleshy rod in her warm fist and jerk it. "Fuck me, Daddy, please?
Do it to me while Jack is giving it to Mom! NOW!"
Mark had brought the bottle of gin up with him, and now he
took another long slug. The depraved spectacle of his own son
relentlessly fucking his wife had triggered an eerie lust in his
blood. After all, it was a family affair. Why not make it a
complete foursome?
"Okay," he told his passionately trembling daughter. "But I
want you to crawl between your brother's legs and suck on his
balls at the same time. Got it?"
Marsha nodded eagerly. She didn't need any urging, not after
the torrid episode with her well hung father earlier. Besides,
from the moment she'd seen her brother naked a wild yearning had
surged in her throbbing young pussy. She rushed to lay face down
on the bed, nudging her mouth to her brother's huge balls,
fascinated by the lecherous view of his thick rod pumping and
slippery, as it rammed in and out of her mother's glistening cunt.
Marsha folded her knees under her, so that her own juicy slit was
fully exposed.
Now her father mounted her from behind, guiding his immense
prick into her luscious pussy. He began fucking her to a powerful
tempo, his fingers kneading and caressing her lovely naked ass
meanwhile. Again her fiery little cunt shot hot thrills through
his pounding meat, squirming and writhing on it with pure animal
delight.
The family orgy quickly rose to a feverish pitch of lust.
While Jack fucked his roundly curved, naked mother, his little
sister sucked eagerly on his balls. And while she sent burning
tingles of pleasure through his loins, her father was sparking
violent waves of lewd delight in her own pussy.
"Fuck me harder!" begged Sheila. "Jack! OOOOO, YES! FUCK
ME HARDER, SON, UNNNNNNNGH! RAM IT HOME, HURT ME!"
Jack was ready to spurt anyway, inspired by his mother's
wildly throbbing cunt. And the feel of his little sister's tongue
lapping lasciviously at his hot balls urged him on to a faster
pace. His mother was digging her swollen burning tits feverishly
into his chest, moaning deeply, thrashing her hips in a furor of
lustful joy.
For fifteen-year-old Marsha, it was the most exciting episode
of her life. Her brother's balls were hot and heavy beneath her
lips, jerking lewdly, while her father's gigantic hot meat was
battering her tight pussy to a maddening rhythm.
Sweet hot cunt! Mark thought, gripping his daughter's softly
curved hips tightly. He felt his rocks explode, and great gushes
of boiling sperm began stinging his daughter's madly quivering
pussy. Not even Julie's tight cunt could compare with Marsha's
luscious slit, with her fiery heat and silky urgency.
Marsha began coming too, and she quickly placed a hot fist on
her brother's pistoning rod, beginning to jerk him off while he
furiously fucked their mother. Gee, what a party! thought Marsha,
wondering, hoping fervently it would be a nightly affair.
All four of them--father, mother, daughter, son--came within
minutes of each other. Their wild moans and grunts filled the
bedroom with echoes of lust. At last Mark slipped his dick out of
Marsha's hot, drenched cunt with a long sigh. He sat on the edge
of the bed, while his daughter slowly rolled over on her back,
rubbing her hotly glowing pussy.
Then Jack withdrew his limp dick from his mother's
passionately throbbing cunt, and sank onto the rug, heaving for
breath. Who would believe his own mother could be such a wild,
lustful fuck? She was still sobbing and squirming her hips, as if
begging for more.
Jack glanced over at his little sister, feeling his meat
beginning to rise again. Christ, she was cute! He reached his
hand up and began fondling her soaked pussy, and at once Marsha
groaned and began twitching her silky cunt against his fingers.
Although her father's cock was bigger and much more impressive
than her brother's, the fifteen-year-old found herself becoming
intensely aroused once more. She'd always been intrigued by her
brother's good looks and the huge bulge in his shorts.
Mark took another slug from the bottle of gin, taking in the
entire scene. The options available to him at this point were
almost endless. Why not, he thought with fatherly affection, have
his beautiful daughter give his son one of her great blowjobs?
"Go down on Jack," he told Marsha. "Suck him off, baby, and
do half as good a job as you did on me."
Lying helplessly bound on the bed, Sheila felt a tremor of
shock course through her ripe nakedness. While she was having an
obscene affair with their next-door neighbor, Mark was actually
indulging in perversion with their own daughter! But the initial
shock quickly surrendered to a fierce new excitement as Marsha
sank down onto the rug, between her brother's outspread thighs.
The girl began jerking his long cock meat off in her fist while
she eagerly grasped his shaft in her mouth.
"Oh shit, Sis!" grunted Jack. "Christ, your hot mouth! WOW!
SUCK IT OFF, SIS, EAT IT! MMMMMMM!"
Gulping still another shot of gin from the bottle, Mark
Jensen felt a renewed fury at his wife. So she'd gone to the
brawny slob next door for punishment, had she? He picked up the
three foot length of rope he'd cut. Without a word he began
whipping his wife's softly curved belly in cruel, stinging
strokes. Sheila cried out in agony and arched her body like a
bow, but the whipping cord came down even more harshly.
And if he kept the vicious punishment up, she knew she was
going to come. Because not only did pain turn her on in some
bizarre manner, but she couldn't keep her eyes off her own lovely
naked daughter giving her handsome son a feverishly lewd blowjob.
And as Mark whipped his wife, he too watched Marsha going
down on Jack with smoldering eyes. Inevitably, his immense cock
stiffened to its full powerful length, spurred on by his wife's
cries of anguish. Marsha was sucking Jack off with lustful cries
in her throat, whipping her head back and forth with naked hunger
on his long rod. And the biowjob Anne Hawkins, his music teacher,
had lavished on him was practically girl-scout stuff compared to
what his little sister was doing. Every minute or so, she paused
to nibble daintily on the head of his stiff dick, then swirled her
tongue around his knob madly for a few seconds. Then she would
quickly return to kissing and sucking his cock, with such frantic
delight Jack felt his balls would explode with sheer lust.
Wildly aroused, Mark knew what he wanted to do now. He
crouched his naked body in reverse over his wife's bound body.
Eagerly, she grasped his pulsating prick in her mouth while he
began eating her throbbing cunt. But as he devoured her juicy
slit, he coiled the length of rope into a big knot. When they
were both rocking in lusty unison, he abruptly shoved the coiled
rope deep into her vulnerable asshole.
A muffled scream came from Sheila's throat. But the burning
thick tightness in her helpless asshole was exactly what she
yearned for, even as her husband fucked her brutally in the mouth
with his colossal prick. And now Mark was eating her pulsating
cunt with furious intensity, ramming his tongue in and out to a
frantic, snaking rhythm, while she sucked on his gorged cock with
lewd desire.
To fifteen-year-old Marsha, whose throat was being ruthlessly
battered by her brother's huge prick, her depraved excitement was
almost unbearable. She slipped two fingers down and began
fingerfucking her throbbing cunt eagerly. She felt Jack's rod
grow stiffer in her wet, burning mouth and knew he was going to
come any second. She managed to gorge three fingers inside her
tight hot slit, hunching up and down on them in a frenzy of
abandon.
"Ooooo, shit, Sis! Gonna come! COMING, HONEY! WOW!"
His little sister's mouth was, at that wild moment, tighter
and hotter than any pussy he'd ever had in his life, Jack
realized. When his climax burst, she gulped it down so
voraciously Jack tried to wrench her head away from the sheer
intensity of her lustful hunger. But Marsha continued to greedily
suck, relishing every tangy drop, loving the hot spurts shooting
off furiously into her hungry mouth. And she was coming too,
three fingers jammed tightly into her pulsing cunt, whipping in
and out in a frenzy.
A minute later Mark began coming into Sheila's madly sucking
mouth. He paused only momentarily to suck on her clit for a few
seconds, then, plunging his tongue deeply into her pulsating
pussy, he jerked the coiled rope out of her asshole.
Instantly, Sheila arched her back and shuddered violently
from head to toe. It was the wildest sensation she'd ever felt,
along with her shattering orgasm. Gulping Mark's jism down in
rapid swallows, the voluptuous, nakedly bound housewife realized
she'd never even had to leave home to get what she really wanted.
All she had to do was ask for it.
A few minutes later, the entire family sprawled around, naked
and panting for breath. All of them were glowing with deep
satisfaction.
As long as their sex was now out in the open, Jack told them
about his affair with the lush music teacher across the street.
Mark's eyes widened with surprise. And now he knew he could have
her any time he wanted, too.
"There's only one way to settle all this," he finally told
his family. A sly grin crossed his face. "We'll just have to
have a party this weekend. We'll invite our next-door neighbors
and the music teacher across the street."
"That sounds like fun," squealed Marsha.
"Yeah, it sounds great," Jack said, thinking hotly about the
little blonde next door, Julie.
"Well, if someone will bother to untie me, I'll make dinner,"
Sheila sighed.
There was a bit difference in their sleeping arrangements
that night. Jack slept with his mother, while Mark slept with his
fifteen-year-old daughter.
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