DaddyJ's Notes: I broke this story into two sections to make it easier to read. I enjoyed it a lot and I hope you enjoy it too. If you cannot control your urges to have sexual relations with a minor, please seek immediate professional help. Keep all fantasy where it belongs. DaddyJ

Authors name: Mark Carver (Anonymous)
Story title : Chained Cheerleader

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Chained Cheerleader Chapter 5-8 (M+f-teen, ff, bond, inc, slut)
By Mark Carver
First published by "TheEditor"

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Chapter 5

The thing that made Sally Owens profoundly different from other girls her age -- and older, for that matter -- was not just her insatiable passion for sex. She loved all kinds of sex, oral, regular, anal, and whatever else might get her and her lucky partner's rocks off in any way.

There were, of course, other teenage girls who adored sex, although they didn't dream about it night and day, the way the cute blonde did. Nor did they even begin to have Sally's diabolical imagination and dazzling repertoire of tricks when it came to the subject, particularly oral sex.

What made Sally different was not even sexual in nature. It was a character trait, found in highly ambitious and efficient people, carried to its peak in business tycoons and super- achievers.

It was nothing more than a simple obsession with getting things done. Analyzed and defined it could be called "action- power". When Sally made up her mind to do something, she didn't look for various ways to do it. She didn't sit down with a pencil and pad and list all the possibilities and solutions open to her, the various courses of action available. She had absolutely no patience for thinking, or analyzing, or questioning.

She just did whatever she had to do to get the job done. Fast. Simple. And highly, devastatingly, effective.

Getting a job as an usherette at the Del Mar Theater, for example. All she had to do was go in, leave an application and sit around for a few weeks or months until an opening occurred and Mr. Jenkins would probably hire her.

But it was much faster, much easier and far simpler to just trade her hot mouth and tight, juicy little pussy for the job she wanted.

And it was obvious to Sally by the time she'd finished sucking and fucking the theater owner that he was feverishly hooked on her cute ass. And although Sally was not an intellectual giant, she knew at once that it was his own daughter Jenkins really wanted, and when he'd admitted it and asked Sally to turn Cindy on so all three of them could swing, Sally's first reaction was to cheerfully agree, even though she'd never made it with another girl.

But the idea of having sex with Cindy Jenkins, virginal, beautiful, on the verge of blossoming into a gorgeously stacked grownup, sparked a hot, deep curiosity in the horny young blonde.

And the more she thought about it that night after leaving Jenkins at the theater, the more Sally got aroused at the idea. Even though she'd never had sex with another girl, Sally didn't need any books, pictures, diagrams or charts. She knew with absolute certainty what turned her on, and since Cindy had a pussy too, all she had to do was set it on fire.

And the more Sally thought about it, and recalled Cindy's sleek, sensuous young body, the more turned on she got. Most people who faced a problem did so with a certain amount of nervousness and fear. What made Sally different was her way of looking at such problems, not as difficulties, but as challenges.

If Mr. Jenkins wanted his hotly curved young daughter turned on to sex with her, then Sally would bring every talent she possessed to the task, meaning all her experience at sex. True, she'd never finger-fucked a girl besides herself, and had never gone down on a hot young pussy, and had never sucked on or teased a pair of sweet young tits, but the same fiery lust that drove her to become the wildest, hottest piece of ass in the small, peaceful town of Pacific Gardens at a very tender age now drove her to new heights of achievement.

She wouldn't just turn on Cindy Jenkins, she'd eat her sweet little pussy until the girl lost her mind. She wouldn't just masturbate Cindy, she'd finger-fuck her until her honey gushed out in a mad loving fountain of cunt-juice. She wouldn't just tease the sexy teenager, she'd arouse her until Cindy was hotter than a smoking pistol, ready to come at the twitch of a nipple.

It was this amazing facility for getting to the heart of a problem at once that distinguished the so called town tramp from the mass of doubting, struggling humanity. Not a soul in town suspected that wild-eyed, ripe-assed little Sally Owens, scorned by so many middle-class minds, would someday be rich, notoriously successful and one of the most sought-after women of her time.

All because she'd gotten a job as an usherette in a small movie-house in a little hick-town on the California coast. And because she had a way of getting things done.

The day after her interview with Mr. Jenkins, Sally immediately got down to the business of seducing Cindy Jenkins, although Sally's direct sexual assault was more in the nature of true rape than gentle seduction.

She called Cindy up that morning, reminding her who she was. Yes, Cindy remembered Sally from school. Sally told her she had something to tell her, something really important. Could Cindy come over to her house that afternoon, at around three o'clock?

At first Cindy tried to get Sally to give her the information over the phone, but Sally was relentless and firm. It had to be done in person, and it had to be done that afternoon.

As usual, Sally got her way.

She chose that particular time because her mother, a cocktail waitress now in bed with her current shack-up, one of the bartenders where she worked, would be out of the house by then, leaving it deserted for Sally.

Sally's mother was strictly an animal: she drank like a fish, fucked like a mink, ate like a pig and had the disposition of a cobra. Sally got along with her usually drunk mother by simply staying out of her way, either locking herself in her bedroom while her mother was home, or going out and not returning until the house was empty. Simple solutions were best, Sally had long ago found out.

Her mother was gone by two, which gave Sally time to take a quick bath and perfume her pussy and her tawny, ripening tits. While she intended to do her share of sucking and teasing on Cindy Jenkins' fabulous body, she was going to make damn certain Cindy was going to return the lusty favor.

Sally smoked a little grass and made a stiff drink for herself from her mother's ample supply of stolen liquor, which the bartenders provided for her in return for her wild pussy. Normally, Sally only drank a few beers, but this was a very special occasion, a first for her.

And as the horny girl waited, smoking and drinking like a nonchalant adult, she felt the smoldering of a fierce new excitement in her blood. She'd made it with so many boys and men, she didn't have the vaguest idea how a pussy would taste, or what it would be like to suck on a pair of luscious tits like Cindy's, or what it would feel like to finger-fuck another girl.

If it were anyone but Cindy Jenkins, Sally would have had her doubts. After all, she didn't want her reputation stained by dark hints of pussy-eating. But once Cindy knocked on her front door and Sally let the girl into her house, watching Cindy's lush curves bounce and sway beneath her snug summer dress, Sally's doubts faded like mist in the morning sun.

In fact, gazing at Jenkins' daughter now, it was Sally who was hotter than a smoking pistol, her lips tingling, her fingers itching, her own slippery cunt throbbing and oozing honey. Jesus, Cindy was a knockout! Taller, more exquisitely curved and far classier than Sally, she generated the wildest excitement in the younger girl, the most powerful erotic urges Sally had ever felt.

Sally offered her a drink and Cindy accepted a glass of wine. Like two girls playing grownups they faced each other in the shabby living room. Sally made no apologies for the seediness of her house. As ravishing as she was, Cindy Jenkins was still only a middle-class broad, so what did she expect, the penthouse of the Ritz-Waldorf?

"Now what's this big secret you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Cindy asked, her face serious.

With typical no-nonsense directness, Sally patted the sofa- seat beside her. "Come on over here, Cindy. I'll whisper it to you," Sally grinned with lewd, wet lips.

Puzzled, Cindy settled beside the younger girl on the sofa. Sally wore a light dress too, but she was naked beneath and her fat little nipples jutted out with lush, sexy effect. Sally hadn't made a single calculation or plan about her assault on Jenkins' daughter. As usual, she would improvise, do what she felt the situation called for, and now, as Cindy sat beside her, Sally had a powerful hunch about what would turn the other girl on.

"It's about your brother," Sally murmured, putting her arm around Cindy's shoulder and leaning close so that her plump hot tits brushed Cindy's bare arm. "And about your father."

"What about them?" Cindy whispered back, spellbound by curiosity now. The wine, which she'd gulped down nervously, was making her high too.

What would turn Cindy Jenkins on, Sally decided as she gazed at that lovely, innocent face, was "dirty talk". Obscene words turned a lot of girls on, some of them feverishly, but you had to pick the right person. In this particular case, Cindy Jenkins, while probably expressing outward horror, would love it and get wildly, deliciously excited.

And not just any dirty-talk, but vulgar gossip about her own brother and father. Because Sally, with her wide experience and street cunning, knew that Cindy was not what she seemed to be on the surface at all. That scrubbed, wholesome beauty would fool a lot of people, but beneath that small town front, Cindy was a ripe, passionate animal just like herself. Afraid to show it, sure, but it was there all right. Sally could smell her hot passion, her buried lust, the way a dog could sniff out a bone.

And caressing Cindy's arm softly now, working her fingers over to her juicy tits straining at her dress, Sally began to tell Jenkins' daughter in the most vulgar terms what it was like to have sex with both her brother and her father.

She described in vivid detail the feel of her brother's huge, pounding rod in her mouth, ramming lustfully away in her pussy, then gorging her thrilled asshole. At first, Cindy stiffened with shock, as Sally expected, but then beads of sweat dotted Cindy's face and her luscious tits began heaving wildly and, very gently, she began squirming her ass on the sofa as Sally described her anal rape.

The younger girl had no way of knowing that Cindy had experienced the very same sensations the night before, and that it helped her cause considerably. In fact, what was really happening was that Cindy was reliving her own depraved orgy with her brother, the hot memory making her blood sing and her skin tingle and her cunt throb. All of this was enhanced by Sally's choice of obscene words, and by the fact that one of her hands had moved down to Cindy's velvety bare thigh, stroking and creeping upward beneath her hem to her burning pussy. Cindy pretended not to notice ...

Now Sally's husky voice moved on to Cindy's father as she recited the torrid encounter she'd had with him the night before in his theater office. This time, Cindy was stunned -- as well as jealous and tremendously excited.

She knew that her father probably screwed around on her mother, but not with little nymphos like Sally Owens! But as Cindy listened in awe to Sally's vivid, obscene description of her father naked, how his cum tasted and felt in her pussy and asshole, how Sally had purposely called him Daddy, and his lustful response with his massive prick quivering madly, Cindy knew it had to be true.

And before Sally was halfway finished with her whispered tale, Cindy's panties were soaked through with her excitement. Sally had called him Daddy and he'd nearly shot off on the spot! So he had the same idea in mind that had been tormenting Cindy for months now!

Sitting side by side on the sofa with Sally's fingers now rubbing Cindy's burning crotch, her other hand gently squeezing and loving Cindy's ripe tits, the older girl began moaning softly and spreading her thighs with fierce excitement.

God, how she'd love to have seen her rugged father fucking Sally! She was hotly aware now that Sally was playing with her steaming pussy, and she secretly prayed the girl would finger- fuck her, would relieve her maddening sex-tension. Cindy shut her eyes tightly, her tits heaving wildly, and spread her legs wide, slumping further down on the sofa. With her skin flushed almost crimson and her cunt gushing and throbbing eagerly, Cindy was deliriously aroused, so primed her cunt felt like a hair-trigger.

Quickly, Sally slid a finger inside the moist crotch of Cindy's panties, found her juicy slit and began pumping gently. Instantly the older girl was gasping and shuddering, locking her thighs tightly on Sally's hand. Her breath was a loud rasp in the living room as Sally finger-fucked her to a steady lewd rhythm, both girls caught up in a fierce, depraved excitement.

It was the first sexual contact either of them had had with another girl. And at their tender ages, it was deliciously naughty and tremendously exciting, so much so for Cindy she was already hunching her boiling cunt on Sally's jerking finger, having a furious climax just to relieve the nerve-screaming tension in her loins.

Whether Sally would have been successful with her blunt assault if Cindy hadn't lost her cherry to her brother the night before, if her feverish young sex-glands weren't humming away like a blast furnace ever since their torrid session, Sally would never know.

Or care.

Because right now all she wanted to do was suck on Cindy's beautiful heaving tits and lewdly lick and kiss every inch of her satiny skin before digging her mouth down between those sleek tanned thighs.

But Sally continued finger-fucking Cindy for another two minutes, slipping her hand inside the other girl's dress to squeeze a burning tit and pinch the nipple while Cindy moaned and gasped and trembled furiously, still coming over Sally's stroking finger.

Sally didn't want a case of instant remorse or doubt on her hands. She wanted to be absolutely sure Cindy wouldn't back out once she stopped finger-fucking her, because she wanted to drag the luscious schoolgirl into her bedroom where they could strip and really get down to the raw wanton action.

"Oh Lord, it's hot!" cried Cindy, crushing her moist thighs savagely on Sally's hand. "Ooooooh, jeeeez, I'm so worked up, Sally! Unnnnngh! Ah, God, I'm still commmingggg!" Yessss! Mmmf! Agh!"

Now Sally knew Jenkins' daughter couldn't back out if her life depended on it, not in her deliriously hot state. Sally jerked her finger out, which brought a painful cry of protest from Cindy's lips.

Grabbing her hand, Sally pulled her off the sofa. "My bedroom," she hissed. "Come on, Cindy, I'm hotter than hell too! Let's just strip and have at it."

She pulled Cindy into the bedroom and shut the door. Now both girls stripped urgently, watching each other with blazing eyes. Gone was Sally's nonchalant poise and control. She was astonished at her own wild lust, at the way her heart hammered against her ribs and the way her fingers trembled as she undressed.

And when she saw Cindy stark naked, she knew why. What an incredibly gorgeous piece of pussy! What magnificent tits! Cindy was the lush dream of every girl who ever yearned to be sensuously stunning, the essence of pure classical sex-appeal and lewd beauty, with honeyed tits and a deliciously ripe ass and perfect silken legs.

It was the only time in her life Sally felt a brief stab of regret that she wasn't a man and didn't have a prick ten inches long.

When they were both naked, Sally wrapped her arms around the other girl and pulled her onto her bed, rolling over so that Cindy was beneath her. She kissed Jenkins' daughter passionately on her sultry mouth, rubbing their swollen naked tits and bellies together, their cunts grinding at each other eagerly.

In Cindy's feverish state, she was twice as excited as she'd been the night before with her own brother. She was shocked at her own lustful behavior too, but it wasn't even a twinge compared to the mad excitement she felt at having sex with Sally Owens.

After Frenching Cindy for a minute and making eager fucking motions with her dripping pussy, Sally slid down, pausing to clutch a velvety tit in her greedy fingers and suck on the nipple, teasing it with her teeth and tongue to make Cindy cry out with urgency.

"Oh God, Sally, eat me! Eat my cunt, honey, I'm going crazy with ... ooooooh, yessss! ... crazy with sex! So hot, my pussy is so hot, hurry, honey, unnnmmmm!"

The passion between the two naked, feverish girls was electrifying as Sally slid further down to lick and suck at the soft flesh of Cindy's belly. Then Sally hunched between Cindy's drawn-up thighs, clutching her naked ass tightly in her hands, gazing with intense curiosity and fascination at Cindy's hotly sucking cunt.

Although Sally had seen enough pricks in her tender young lifetime to fill a scrapbook, she'd never before seen a pussy close-up. She stared at the soft rosy lips, the juicy wetness, the delicate pink color tinged with flaming red now, the silky nest of curly cunt-hairs, and realized she'd never seen anything so lovable, so utterly sweet and kissable in her life.

"Hurry!" wailed Cindy, clawing Sally's bare shoulders with her nails, like pincers. "Going crazy! Eat me, darling!"

Instead, Sally showered a circle of kisses around Cindy's fiercely throbbing slit, teasing her to near hysteria. Her nostrils quivered at the heady fragrance of teenage pussy in heat. Then Sally gave the pink flesh a cautious kiss, just to see what it tasted like.

"Wow!" she whispered, her blood singing in her ears. "Oooooooh, this is gonna be wild!"

A moment later Sally went delirious with hunger as the first taste of tender young cunt triggered an insatiable craving in her mouth. And with her first session of cunt-sucking, Sally brought to it all the expertise and artistry she'd lavished on countless cocks over the years.

She began by whipping her tongue in and out of Cindy's succulent pussy, scooping up her honey with deep moans of lust, bringing her partner a second shattering orgasm that left red claw-marks on Sally's smooth back. Then Sally pushed back on Cindy's belly with one hand to expose her tiny clit bud, its hot little tip quivering with joy. Sally planted her tingling lips on it and sucked, flicking her tongue against it to make Cindy scream and shudder madly as a third, nerve-racking climax tore through her loins.

By now Cindy was in a frenzy of passion, rocking and thrashing as the younger girl greedily sucked her off, surprising Cindy again and again with hot new thrills One minute Sally was tenderly kissing her boiling slit. The next she was sucking furiously at her cuntlips, then wriggling her long tongue deep into Cindy's crack to make her quiver like a bowstring.

Now Jenkins' daughter twined her fingers in Sally's hair and tugged desperately to vent her maddening excitement, raising her knees high to dig her heels into Sally's shoulders. She fucked the girl's face with savage jerks of her frantic exploding pussy, incoherent raving coming from her lips.

"Unnngh! Love you, Sally! Love your mouth! Ooooooh, darling honey sweetheart, aaaaaaah! Oh, lover, suck it, eat it, harder, faster, eat meeeee! Suck it foreverrrrr!"

This was not the first time Cindy had her luscious pussy eaten. Her brother had been unable to resist it the night before. For that matter, Cindy was the kind of sensuous, ripely stunning girl who immediately triggered the hot desire to go down on her when any man looked at her.

But her brother's eager venture into oral sex with Cindy was a shabby echo compared to what maddening little Sally Owens was doing to her at this moment. Now the horny girl had snuggled her mouth down to Cindy's tender asshole, and suddenly flicked her wet tongue deep. She wriggled and churned it until Cindy's mind was reeling with ecstasy and her thrilled asshole felt faint with bliss.

And while Cindy climaxed again and again, fierce, spine- tingling orgasms that made her entire naked body quiver hysterically with rapture, Sally discovered that she had found a thrilling new mission in life, a wild new hunger that was every bit as profound and lusty as her obsession with huge cocks.

Because if Cindy was now hooked on being voraciously eaten by sexy young girls, Sally was now feverishly addicted to the sweet delights of cunt-sucking. Cindy's burning pussy was streaming hot nectar into her eager mouth, wildly delicious pussy-juice that was utterly different from a man's come, like delicate wine compared to raw whiskey.

Sally had never felt anything remotely like the strange ecstasy of having a luscious young cunt smearing her face obscenely with liquid love, of having sweet burning thighs crushing her cheeks, a silky hot ass bouncing madly in her fingers, cries of girlish lust echoing in her ears.

A natural for oral sex ever since she could remember, Sally Owens' worship of stiff, throbbing pricks now had a serious rival.

And she couldn't get enough of her thrilling new love either.

After twenty minutes of furious kissing and sucking and lapping and lewd tongue-lashing, after a series of violent orgasms that racked Cindy's body like an electric current ripping through her exploding loins, Cindy desperately tried to escape Sally's lust-crazed mouth.

But the younger girl clung to her hips fiercely, her mouth locked savagely to Cindy's juicy slit in a leech-like grip of raw hunger. And the cause of Sally's insane greed wasn't just the obscene feel of Cindy's sweet pussy grinding to her mouth, squirming with wet fire.

Without knowing it, men had spoiled her.

Sally's sex-drive functioned like virtually everyone else's, men and women alike. You put your lips or pussy or cock in an erotically stimulating place and you got your reward, a thick hot flood of it if you were a girl.

And because Sally had gone down on so many men over the years and always got her reward in the form of a fiery flood, she was now conditioned to gulping down torrents of pungent male cum.

But a girl's pussy didn't function that way. Cunt-honey did not spurt in torrents, it oozed and seeped and in some cases, like Cindy's, gushed in a small but steady stream of hot passion. There were no violent spurts of boiling jism, no great machinegun-like bursts of stinging cream, just a relentless flow of delicious pussy-juice.

And Sally's feverish mouth was so used to thick spurts, the stream of utterly sweet honey trickling into her eager mouth only whetted her appetite into a frenzy. She wanted more of Cindy's wildly exciting juices, yearned for a gallon of it flooding her throat and pouring into her stomach. Her lips and tongue, so accustomed to the sharp spurts of jism, worked into a delirium of greed while they waited for their just reward.

In due time Sally would, of course, orient herself to pussy- eating and to the disappointing fact that the boiling sharp spurts she loved so dearly would not be forthcoming no matter how eagerly she sucked a girl off. She would simply learn to be satisfied with a juicy trickle, steady if small, like a babbling brook instead of a bursting dam, when she greedily went down on a girl.

But with her voracious mouth now savagely locked to Cindy's delicious cunt, Sally had no interest in analyzing her greed. She wanted more of the girl's steaming honey and, goddammit, the way to get it was to suck faster and harder and more eagerly.

Which she did with a blazing singleness of purpose.

Whimpering that she couldn't take any more, that she would go insane if Sally didn't stop, Cindy went into unbearable spasms of excitement, her tits heaving furiously, her eyes glazed with shock, her naked soft flesh shuddering in violent tremors of runaway lust.

She tried tugging viciously at Sally's hair, clawing her shoulders; pounding with her fists, wrenching her hips free, but all to no avail. In her attempts to free herself Cindy gradually and desperately worked her way off the bed and onto the carpet, which didn't deter the young nympho in the slightest. Sally would stay riveted to the source of her new ecstasy, would pursue it to the ends of the earth if she had to, intent only on filling her crazed mouth with more thrilling cunt-honey.

Only when Cindy suddenly went limp, fainting dead away, did Sally slowly come to her senses. While Cindy's pussy kept spasming with a will of its own, she noticed her sexy partner wasn't moving. Not an inch.

In a daze herself, Sally reluctantly tore her mouth away from Cindy's juicy slit. She licked at the sticky-sweet fluid on her cheeks, moaning happily. God, eating pussy was fantastic! Then she crawled up beside Cindy on the floor, panting for breath and staring down at her with concern.

"Hey, Cindy! You okay, honey?" she said. She gently slapped Cindy's cheeks and the girl moaned and stirred, her eyes trying to focus on Sally. "Nnnnnnmmmm, oh God, no more," sobbed Cindy. "Can't take any more! Just let me rest, please, Sally, just, whew, let me, ooooooh, stop coming ..."

"Gee, I did get carried away a little, didn't I?" Sally said with regret. She clutched Cindy's beautiful naked tits in her fingers and massaged them lustfully, her own cunt now a throbbing ache demanding its own due.

"Okay, no more for a while, Cindy," the younger girl told her, "but I'm gonna kiss you all over, everywhere but your delicious pussy, so don't get panicky now, right?"

Sally had never seen skin so silky and glowing as Cindy's, and she began licking it in a strange ritual of sex-worship, moving down from Cindy's arms to her gorgeous tits and over her belly. She took great care not to come too close to Cindy's twitching pussy, but she slavishly kissed and licked her moist inner thighs, then every inch of her satiny slender legs, then her toes and the soles of her feet.

It was a tongue-bath, a gently thrilling tribute to Cindy's sensuous beauty. And a blissful relief to Cindy after Sally's maddening blowjob.

Gently, Sally turned her over and worked her lips and tongue back up Cindy's naked flesh, kissing her voluptuous ass with hot whimpers of delight, lasciviously tickling Cindy's tender asshole with her tongue. Not harsh and greedy, like before, but a dreamy slow probing with her long tongue, reviving Cindy to a fresh new excitement, a languorous, easy-going excitement, not violent and urgent as before.

With her usual cunning, Sally now gently nudged Cindy onto her side on the floor, and worked her body around so that her thighs were edging close to Cindy's ripe mouth, while Sally nibbled on her bellybutton and toyed with her asscheeks.

Cindy's glazed eyes watched in fascination as the other girl's tiny pink pussy moved closer. A whiff of sex-fragrance drifted into Cindy's nostrils and she licked her lips and moaned softly.

Then she reached out and clutched Sally's tawny ass in her fingers. Taking a deep breath, Cindy buried her face into the steaming heat of Sally's thighs.

And at her first taste of hot young pussy, Jenkins' daughter went almost as wild as Sally. She moaned deep in her throat and crushed her mouth ravenously to the younger girl's squirming cunt. She buried her face between Sally's plump thighs as if finding a warmth and security and magnetic lure she'd never before known.

And she began giving Sally a feverishly hot blowjob in return for the other girl's thrilling assault. Cindy plunged her tongue madly into the juicy depths and caressed and squeezed and loved the naked hot flesh of Sally's ass as she devoured her with soaring lust, feeling the same strange delicious guilt and mind-whirling giddiness Sally had felt when she'd first eaten pussy.

Now Sally forgot her caution and her promise not to suck off the other girl any more. She couldn't resist those sleek thighs, that boiling young cunt, and she quickly dug her burning lips and tongue into Cindy's pussy, which was still gently spasming from her last violent orgasm.

Facing each other's crotches as they lay side by side on the floor, the two schoolgirls ate each other with savage passion, unable to get enough of each other's honey, groaning and jerking and rocking as they began shifting on the carpet, their tongues working hotter and faster and more greedily each time their pussies erupted with cum.

For a few minutes Cindy was on top, ramming her head down between Sally's trembling thighs, her feverish tits digging and rubbing into Sally's soft belly. Then they rolled over and Sally was on top, becoming the hungry aggressor.

Now that Cindy's complete attention was riveted to her new passion, the taste of Sally's juicy slit grinding lewdly to her mouth, the climaxes shattering through her cunt weren't nearly as nerve-racking or intense.

For a solid twenty minutes the two teenagers moaned and thrashed and rocked in sixty-nine on the floor of Sally's bedroom, oblivious to everything but the lustful taste and thrilling feel of tender hot pussy oozing sweet honey over their faces.

It was Sally who gave up first, on the verge of total exhaustion. Still Cindy clung to her thighs with blazing hunger, now snaking her tongue deep in Sally's tingling asshole, tracing her burning tongue-tip up along the crack of Sally's asscheeks to give her a teasing new thrill, then dipping back down to resume her lust-crazed blowjob.

And now it was Sally who was on the defensive, trying desperately to escape Cindy's wild, relentless mouth sucking her off in a pure frenzy of excitement. After a frantic struggle, Sally finally wrenched free and whimpered, shaking her head, dazed. Her pussy was numb.

For a couple of minutes both girls lay sprawled on the carpet, heaving for breath, their wild eyes watching each other with insatiable lust.

"I've sixty-nined with guys before," panted Sally, "but, oh, honey, it sure wasn't like that! Wheeewwww ..."

"I could do it all night with you," whispered Cindy feverishly, licking her lips at the lingering taste of Sally's luscious little cunt.

"But not now," Sally cautioned, getting up. "I don't know about you, baby, but my twat feels like raw hamburger! Let's drink a little wine and smoke a little grass, okay?"

Cindy had only smoked grass once before in her life and she didn't like it, feared the strange feeling of soaring detachment, of being so high she felt out of control. But with Sally it seemed natural.

Thirty minutes later found both girls lying side by side on the carpet, giggling and half-drunk with their sexy addition to each other. Cindy began to lewdly finger-fuck Sally, and a minute later both of them were stroking their fingers rapidly in each other's wildly sucking pussies, moaning and coming all over each other's hands.

By the time Cindy left an hour later, both girls were humming and glowing with fierce satisfaction, both of them feverishly excited at their new discovery. Sally had not forgotten her promise to Cindy's father. She told Cindy -- didn't ask, but ordered her -- to return to her house at three the next afternoon. Sally's mother would be gone.

But she did not tell her new conquest that her own father would show up too. It would be a surprise for Cindy.

It would also be a surprise for Jenkins, because Sally had no intention of telling him that Cindy would be there.

One of Sally's irresistible qualities was her impish charm, her love of fun and games. Along with her simple quality of getting things done without horsing around, it would someday make Sally very rich and famous.

Even though at this moment she was nothing more than the town nympho, who'd just discovered she loved to eat pussy as much as she loved going down on a man.

That would help make her rich and famous too ...

Chapter 6

Known to her friends and neighbors -- and her own family -- as the "perfect" wife and mother, Marie Jenkins looked the part so accurately she could have done TV commercials selling detergents or, better yet, bath oil.

At thirty nine, Marie was still strikingly curved, with fully rounded, high tits, a slender waist, lush hips, and legs that were the envy of a lot of young girls in town.

Her face was remarkably clean-cut and wholesome, as if she'd lived in a sort of spiritual grace all her life. Yet there was a strong hint of sensuousness in her glowing dark eyes and ripe, heavy lips. She was extremely sexy, but in a quiet, wifely way, because she always dressed quite modestly and used very little makeup.

In front of her family and friends, that is.

On this warm, balmy evening she mentioned casually to her family-- her husband, Phil, her son, Don and her lovely daughter, Cindy -- that she was going to play bridge still again with her new friend, the nurse, Vivian Whitaker.

"Gee, Mom, you must be getting to be a real whiz at bridge," remarked Cindy with a warm smile. "That's about three or four times this week."

"It's sort of easy to get addicted to," her mother said softly. She stared at her daughter for a few moments, noting something definitely different about her "baby girl", as she still called Cindy.

Her daughter definitely wasn't a girl any more. There was a burning gleam in her eyes, a flush to her skin, a sort of animal sex-appeal she radiated that was very powerful.

Marie immediately guessed that Cindy had lost her virginity, a fact that both dismayed and excited her. To what lucky boy?

Marie resumed serving her family dinner, a little disturbed. She would have been considerably more disturbed -- and violently excited -- if she'd known that Cindy had lost her cherry the night before to her strapping, handsome son, Cindy's brother, in a torrid sucking and fucking session.

Or that she'd just come from a savage, depraved sex-clash with young Sally Owens.

Thus the Jenkins family quietly ate their dinner, each absorbed in their own lustful secrets.

Don furtively eyed his little sister, an immense hard-on throbbing in his pants, a drop of jism seeping out as he recalled her madly sucking pussy and mouth the night before.

Cindy returned his hot glance with just the barest of nods. Tonight again, for sure. Since her lustful encounter with Sally, she was anxious to rush back to her massively hung brother to make secret comparisons. She'd already decided she and Sally and Don would definitely have to make it together at the same time.

First her own brother, then Sally. Who could possibly be next?

If Cindy knew, she might have come right there at the dinner table, while her father watched her hungrily.

And while Phil Jenkins had his own fierce throb in his cock at that moment from watching his luscious young daughter, his mind was really on Sally. It would be her first night at the theater, and after last night, he could barely wait to get her back in his office. Goddamn, that was a sweet, juicy little cunt!

As Marie Jenkins stared dreamily at her plate, barely nibbling at her food, her heart raced with excitement. Tonight it was her turn to get tied down, to play sex-slave to Vivian and her lover, Jim.

Last night it was Vivian's turn. Tonight would be the first time Marie would allow herself to be put in such a helpless position. The thought of the vicious black whip and especially the monstrous dildo made her shiver at the dinner table.

If her sweet, wonderful family ever found out, she would die of pure shame, she told herself. All of them so innocent and trusting ...

So was she, until she'd met Vivian a month ago. God only knew what strange attraction the slender, strange-eyed nurse had for her -- or what eerie sex power she exerted over Marie, but in her presence, Marie felt weak and helpless and deeply thrilled, her mind racing with the most depraved and fiercely twisted urges.

Violent sex-urges which were now a stark reality.

In twenty-two years of marriage to her husband, Marie had never been unfaithful once, until she'd met Vivian. As sensuously beautiful as the dark-haired wife and mother was, she was basically a small-town girl who believed in old-fashioned virtues -- motherhood, fidelity, a warm and loving atmosphere at home, clean, beautiful and wholesome children.

And she'd succeeded, too, because here she was at dinner, surrounded by her affectionate husband and sweet, innocent children. Of course, her son Don played around with girls an awful lot, but that was only natural at his healthy age. She even took a mother's pride in his conquests.

A frown crossed Marie's face when she realized Cindy might no longer be a virgin. In these modern, hectic times a girl couldn't be expected to hang onto her cherry forever, but still, Marie was upset because Cindy hadn't confided in her, or come to her first.

Tonight when she got home, Marie would try to ask Cindy for the truth. As long as it was a nice boy ...

Now that dinner was almost over, hot waves of guilt and shame swept through Marie's ripe body How could she betray her beautiful family like this not just by having a sex-affair, but with a strange, cruel woman and her boyfriend?

Twenty-two years of humdrum marriage might have had something to do with it, she realized. A fling, that's all she was really having ...

If you could call what she did with Vivian and Jim a fling, acts which were more in the nature of a nightmarish orgy. Being teased, humiliated, whipped, raped, sucked and fucked by both sexes was hardly a fling!

At seven-thirty that evening, after her husband had left for the movie-house to open up for the night, Marie also left the house for her destination, leaving Cindy and Don home by themselves.

She wouldn't have felt so horribly guilty if she'd known her husband and children were going to be as wildly occupied with sex as herself for the next few hours.

In fact, she would have been shocked out of the erotic new panties Vivian had given her the night before, the sheer black crotchless panties that exposed both her luscious pussy and tender asshole. She would keep them on tonight while Vivian and Jim teased, whipped, sucked and raped her.

The town's perfect wife and mother trembled with fear and delight as she drove shakily to Vivian's apartment. Marie told herself she'd already lost her self-respect, her dignity, her morals and her pride, so she had nothing left to lose tonight.

But she was wrong.

She still had her sanity. And by the time the vicious, sex- crazed nurse and her mad-animal boyfriend finished binding, teasing, tormenting and ravaging her silky flesh, Marie would discover her mind hanging by a single thread ...

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They were waiting for her in Vivian's apartment, casually drinking and smoking and chatting. The sleek blonde and her lover wore robes, but beneath Vivian's long robe Marie could see misty black nylons and five-inch heels, a sight that quickened the housewife's breath.

Vivian had one of the sexiest bodies Marie had ever seen, totally unlike her own voluptuous curves. There was something sinuous, almost snake-like about Vivian when she was naked or clad only in bra and panties and nylons and heels. Her skin was very soft and creamy, utterly pale, with delicately shaped tits and huge red nipples, slender, almost boyish hips and very long slender legs.

The nurse squeezed Marie's hand when she arrived -- she didn't hug Marie affectionately because what Vivian did to sexy girls and women had nothing to do with affection -- and handed her a martini.

She continued to chatter as though she were at a cocktail party in San Francisco. While her boyfriend watched Marie through dark burning eyes that made her skin shiver.

Vivian was a nurse at the county hospital, having arrived in town less than two months ago. Marie didn't know what Jim did for a living. Nor did she care to ask. He too was tall and lean and there was even a faint similarity to Vivian in his facial features, a fact that should have rung a bell in Marie's small- town mind, but didn't.

All Marie knew about Jim was that he was quiet -- too damn quiet for comfort -- had an incredibly big prick, and could fuck for what seemed like an eternity before be shot off his rocks, which made him the perfect lover for Vivian, whose own sex-drive was frightening.

Marie quickly gulped her martini down and gratefully took another one, beginning to relax. She noticed that Vivian had exceptionally heavy makeup on tonight, garish, blood-red lipstick against her pale face and dark eyeshadow over her strange hazel eyes, giving her a vampire-look.

Jim and Vivian were obviously big-city people, so what attraction could they possibly see in a hick town like Pacific Gardens? Unless, of course, they'd been forced to leave the city for some bizarre reason ...

It was this same slick veneer and sophistication that had originally roped Marie in, though.

Vivian and Jim were totally different, and the first night Vivian invited Marie up to her apartment for a cozy chat and coffee -- they'd met at the hospital, where Marie was a volunteer worker -- the sultry blonde had seduced the lush housewife so fast and so slickly, Marie could barely recall the details.

One moment she was sipping a martini and the next Vivian was kissing her and finger-fucking her, then going down on her with ravenous skill, giving Marie an orgasm with her diabolical cunt-sucking that almost blistered her mind and flesh.

Marie was hooked after that, finally finding secret excitement and thrills in her monotonous small-town existence. Then Vivian had introduced Jim to her, and they started the threesomes, getting more violent and weird every time.

Until tonight, which Vivian called Fun-and-Games night. Last night the nurse had been tied down on the queen-sized bed and Marie was commanded to tease and whip her before she went down on her and used the colossal dildo to relieve the blonde's madly sucking pussy.

Marie had obeyed, but it had been a halfhearted effort. She used the whip timidly and when she plunged the massive cock into Vivian's hot slit, it was with caution. She just didn't have the viciousness in her that this kinky kind of sex called for.

Tonight it was her turn to be bound and Vivian's turn to do the teasing. And as she watched the pale-faced nurse, tiny shivers of apprehension rippled through Marie's satiny flesh. Vivian's eyes were hot and excited and burning with anticipation. The nurse wouldn't have any trouble being the aggressor.

The whole trouble would lie in stopping her crazed passion once it got violently aroused ...

Suddenly Vivian gulped down the rest of her drink, stood up and slipped her robe off. Marie sucked in her breath. The sight of the nurse's sleek, willowy body always excited her deeply. Tonight Vivian wore a sheer blue bra, low-cut with most of her small creamy tits exposed, a pair of matching crotchless panties, and sexy nylons and very high heels, emphasizing her beautifully tapered legs.

She grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the bedroom, chatting cheerfully all the way as if they were going to a tea party. Jim followed, his somber eyes gleaming on Marie's lush curves.

In the bedroom, Vivian undressed Marie, leaving on her sheer black crotchless panties. The panties had tiny erotic figures embroidered onto them in various positions of oral and regular sex. A close examination revealed some of the intertwined couples were women, others two women and a man. The panties were very expensive, Vivian was not one to bitch about money when it came to sexual pleasure.

Now Jim stripped, his skin pale like Vivian's, his body also lean. From his dark bush a gigantic hard-on loomed, a vivid crimson compared to the rest of his white skin. His prick was not unusually thick but it was extremely long, as Marie had found out to her horror and eventual ecstasy when he'd shoved it brutally up her ass a few nights earlier.

Jim was a lot like Vivian, except strangely silent most of the time. It was easy for Marie to see that Vivian called the shots virtually all the time with Jim. They were so much alike physically, though ...

The moment Marie's tits were bared, Vivian clutched them in her hands and moaned as she crushed them to her own small tits, rubbing her steaming cunt lewdly to Marie's. She rammed her tongue into Marie's mouth, and for a minute simply stood there, making lustful fucking motions against the housewife's dripping crotch.

The mere touch of Vivian was enough to start the strange weak helplessness in Marie's trembling flesh, the eerie desire to humble herself completely before the sultry nurse, to kiss her ass reverently and lick her pussy and turn into a grovely sex- slave.

Silently, Jim handed Vivian a short black whip as the nurse jerked her pussy feverishly to Marie's. Then Vivian quickly stepped back, her eyes blazing with fierce excitement.

"Kneel down and lick my cunt," she whispered. "Suck me off, honey. Move it!"

Trembling, Marie got on her knees and grabbed Vivian's hot ass in her fingers. Closing her eyes so she could concentrate on the exquisite feeling of guilt and shame, she squirmed her wet mouth to Vivian's burning pussy and lapped deep with her tongue. Oh Christ, if her husband and children saw her now! Kneeling before an obscenely sexy blonde, licking at her cunt like a dog in heat, and loving every juicy moment of it ...

The whip suddenly came down and tore across Marie's jutting ass and she screamed.

"Suck it, damn you!" hissed Vivian, one hand clutching Marie's head to crush it brutally to her squirming cunt. "Give me a decent blowjob, for Christ's sake, don't lick at it like it's a lollipop! Eat, you hot bitch, eat it!"

Tears in her eyes and her trembling ass quivering with the hot lash of the whip, Marie dug her mouth harder to Vivian's soaked cunt. The taste of Vivian's pussy was surprisingly sweet, unlike her personality, and she'd perfumed her pussy- hairs so at least Marie's nostrils and lips and tongue were flooded with pleasure -- even though her asscheeks were in agony.

The blonde was now fucking Marie's mouth with obscene lunges of her slim hips, slow, savage jerks of her hot cunt to Marie's face, deep animal groans coming from her throat. She brought the whip down over Marie's ass without warning every thirty or forty seconds, swinging it in a vicious arc to bring muffled screams of pain from the housewife's numb lips.

Then Vivian was coming in long spasms, brutally smearing Marie's face with her cunt-juice, tossing the whip aside so she could crush her victim's mouth to her oozing pussy with both hands in a fierce lust-grip, grinding her crotch to an obscene rhythm while her small tits heaved feverishly.

"Ah, you hot loving bitch, that's ... mmmm! good!" she hissed, shudders of ecstasy ripping through her pussy. She rode Marie's mouth wantonly for almost five minutes while she came in violent climaxes, hunching slightly in her standing position to fuck her ripe lips.

Silently, but with his eyes gleaming, Jim watched his sister rape the stacked housewife. He'd long ago lost count of the girls and women his sexy sister had seduced and then tormented, for his pleasure as well as her own. It was the only way Jim could get his huge prick up, watching two women in action, but one of them had to be his lust-crazed sister.

She'd spoiled him, the beautiful, greedy bitch.

They'd lived together for four years now, Jim posing as her boyfriend and, at times, her husband, while they shared hot- breasted, ripe-assed women like Marie. The whole lewd mess began when she'd come to his apartment one night almost five years ago, desperately horny, she'd told him. He was a swinging bachelor in San Francisco in those days, and he did all right by himself -- damn good, in fact. But once he'd had violent, unforgettable sex with his own insatiable sister, something weird happened inside him.

He became gradually addicted to her fingers and mouth and wild cunt, because she could get his rocks off like no other woman in existence. And then one night she confessed she was a switch-hitter. She went out, picked up a girl in a bar, brought her back to his place, and on that night the bizarre games began. He'd seen two women make it before and it always turned him on, as it did most men.

But he'd never seen his own sister in action with a girl. And it was hypnotic to watch, so exciting he'd shot off just from witnessing her first session with a pretty girl. She'd done exactly what she was doing to the lush housewife right now, made her kneel down and suck her pussy while she whipped her gorgeous ass, and then capped the depraved exhibition by throwing the whip aside and crushing the girl's face to her boiling cunt with both hand's and riding her mouth with mad, lewd groans of pleasure.

He could never figure out exactly what it was that Vivian had, but whatever it was it melted girls and women like butter in the summer sun. They became whimpering sex-slaves to the slender, sharp-faced nurse, eager to humble themselves and be harshly commanded by her. And she was a bitch to live with, sharp-tempered, demanding, haughty, selfish.

But he couldn't break away from her, either. He'd tried it once, and goddammit, he couldn't even get a hard-on without her! She was raw lust, almost evil she was so exciting to watch in action. Another switch-hitter had once told him his sister was a bitch-goddess, that all women secretly wanted to be disciplined and when Vivian doled it out, they craved punishment from her the way a junkie craves dope.

Maybe so, he admitted, but, he added bitterly, he was a man, so how in the hell did she get him snared in her web? Why couldn't he get his rocks off unless it was with his own sister, or while his sister was present when he fucked another girl?

In desperation he'd gone to a psychiatrist, and the fish-eyed bastard had listened to him without blinking an eyelid.

All in his mind, the shrink assured him. His erections would return in time if he left his sister, not for a while perhaps, but his dependence on his strange sister was purely mental. Possibly Jim had wanted to fuck his mother and never having had the chance now substituted his sister.

Then the shrink, having elicited some lusty details about Jim and Vivian and the girls they shared, asked a very sensible question:

Why did he want to leave his sister anyway? Jim had to think seriously about that one. While he brought some girls for their orgies as well as Vivian, it was his sister who got the grade-A pussy, the luscious knockouts like this country-fed housewife now ravenously sucking her off, on her knees like a slave.

He had all the juicy cunt he'd ever want, mainly provided by Vivian. So why did he want to break away?

Because, Jim told the solemn little twerp of a shrink, he wanted to feel like his own man again. He didn't want to be anyone's flunky, least of all his own sister's But as long as he couldn't get a hard-on without her, he felt compelled to stay with her.

At this point, the psychiatrist shrugged. In the first place, he told Jim, he had a lot of patients who would give their fat bank accounts to be in his shoes. Jim should meet some of their dumpy wives. And second, the shrink solemnly told him, what was wrong with being impotent? He had patients, young, healthy patients, who hadn't had an erection in years. That didn't stop them from eating pussy.

He himself, the twerp admitted shyly, hadn't had a hard-on in six months. As a matter of fact, he'd love to meet Jim's sister.

Jim stalked out of his office in disgust and never went back. But the psychiatrist had set him to thinking deeply. He could leave Vivian but could he go for six months without a hard-on? And suppose the little bastard was wrong, suppose he could never get it up again without watching his lewd-lipped sister in action with another gorgeous piece of pussy?

All this had happened just three months before, in San Francisco. Since then they'd had to leave the city when a girl Vivian brought home and tied down and whipped and teased and brutally raped turned out to be underage. And went to the cops afterward ...

They'd barely gotten out of that one with their skins intact. Vivian's cunning saved them. She'd gone to talk to the mother when the girl threatened to press charges, made it with the girl's horny mother and the girl was persuaded to drop the charges.

When they'd left the city, it was the mother who was making it with her own daughter ...

Normally, Jim wasn't nearly as silent or grim as he appeared to be. When he'd been a swinging bachelor, he'd been easygoing and cheerful, until Vivian had made it with him and started her strange games with other girls. Maybe the slinky bitch was evil, he'd thought at times. Or maybe that was just his lurid imagination, from seeing too many horror movies.

The truth was, Vivian was possessed only by an unusually strong sex-appeal and a cruel, dominating nature which brought out the weak, helpless side of other women, the lost little girl in them. And their desires to be punished and sexually abused.

And she was so fantastically exciting and obscene to watch with other girls, vicious and lust crazed and sexy with them, that her brother simply got hung up on her. It was true he'd failed to get his massive cock up the first two or three times he'd tried fucking other girls away from her, but had he continued trying only once or twice more, he wouldn't have had any problems.

So he was the victim only of his own obsession with watching Vivian in hot action, and his false conclusions.

Any man watching the sultry, wild-eyed, madly swinging nurse in action would tend to get hung up on her. She didn't just rape a girl's mouth, she made a major Hollywood production out of it, hissing and obscenely clutching their faces to her boiling cunt, grinding her crotch in slow, sinuous gyrations, raving incoherently, doing a dance of lust with her entire slinky body, wiggling her tits and hips and ass in a poetic ballet of raw desire.

When Vivian fucked a girl's mouth, her thrilled and terrified victim never forgot it. The same held true of any sex-act the slender nurse inflicted on them. Vivian gave an unforgettable performance with every girl or woman, a lewd exhibition that was an art form in itself...

Chapter 7

Now, with deep heaving groans and savage grinds of her burning pussy to Marie's numb lips, Vivian finished coming. She stepped aside, tits heaving, and in a ritual they'd gone through many times before with different women, Jim stepped up in Vivian's place.

Marie moaned as she gazed at his long crimson cock, a drop of jism seeping out of his knob. Eagerly she grasped his pounding meat in her fist and stuffed it into her mouth. She began whipping her head back and forth, trembling with excitement and hot shame, gagging as his long cock battered her throat. Like Vivian he held her head tightly in place with his powerful hands as he began fucking her mouth in slow deep lunges.

On her knees, her face smeared with pussy-juice and her mouth stuffed with Jim's colossal dick, Marie wallowed in the feeling of being a sex-slave to both sexes, of doing something so shocking and forbidden she almost came with secret excitement.

After more than twenty years of being the wholesome, perfect wife and mother she was leading a double life, so sordid and obscene it surpassed any novel she'd ever read.

Her excitement became intense as Vivian sat on the floor behind her and rammed her small tits into Marie's naked back, while she increased the fury of her blowjob on Jim's immense cock. Now Vivian was playing with Marie's ripe, swollen tits, running one hand down over her belly to tease her throbbing cunt, beginning to finger-fuck the housewife in slow, tantalizing lunges of two fingers.

Vivian's teeth sank into the nape of Marie's neck and low animal moans came from her throat as she masturbated the kneeling, sucking housewife. From long experience, the nurse knew precisely how to finger-fuck a woman so she never came, but reached a pitch of agonizing excitement, of hair-trigger suspense. This was the way she masturbated Marie now as the feverishly moaning housewife sucked Jim off, almost choking herself in her wild lust.

Just when Marie was about to spasm with ecstasy on Vivian's pumping fingers, the nurse slowed her strokes down to a hotly teasing tempo, making Marie scream in her throat with suspense. But being toyed with by an obscenely sexy woman while she went down on a massively hung man inspired Marie to give the blowjob of her life. She sucked on Jim's inflamed dick in a frenzy of eagerness, yearning for his thick wad of jism spurting violently in her throat. She jerked the base of his rod frantically in her hot fist, trying to pump the cream out as she wiggled and thrashed her pussy on Vivian's teasing fingers.

And her reward came, in boiling torrents from Jim's bursting cock. Marie gulped and gulped again, feeling as if she were drowning in thick cum, trying desperately to climax on Vivian's fucking fingers, finding it impossible because Vivian had deliberately slowed her masturbating down to a casual crawl, forcing Marie to suck ferociously with her cunt.

When she'd drained the last burning drop of cream from Jim's flagging dick, Marie quickly tore her mouth free of his cock and cried out, at the same time crushing Vivian's hand to her aching, throbbing pussy.

"Oh, God, Vivian, don't tease! I'm about to come! Ooooooh, please, faster, harder, make me come, pleeeeez! Ungh!"

Heaving for breath, Jim stared down at his sister, whose gleaming eyes blazed with cruelty. But it was when she was like this, madly aroused, lewdly teasing another sexy woman, finger- fucking Marie while she squeezed her lush tits and bit on her neck like an animal, that Vivian was at her peak of sexiness.

And even though his long prick had just been sucked dry, Jim felt a sharp surge of new power at the spectacle. Hell, maybe the shrink had been right -- why break away from his sex-crazy sister?

Instead of bringing the sobbing housewife to an orgasm, Vivian tore here fingers away and stood up. She licked at her pussy-soaked fingers obscenely.

"Get on the bed," she commanded Marie. "On your back."

Trembling with urgency her cunt aching for release, Marie obeyed.

She stretched her arms and legs out while Vivian and Jim manacled her wrists and ankles down to the bed frame. The chains were a permanent fixture, attached to the bed. Yet Marie was the only woman in town besides Vivian herself who'd been chained so far in this apartment.

The small, conservative town of Pacific Gardens was not San Francisco, wide open and swinging. They could get away with lewd orgies in the big city that would get them tarred, feathered and jailed in this town, and the strange couple knew it. So they had to proceed with caution.

Marie still wore her sheer, crotchless panties and she looked more lustfully desirable than she ever had in her life now that she was at a feverish pitch of excitement. A fine film of sweat covered her silky flesh, and her swollen tits heaved eagerly. Her pink cunt squirmed and sucked, all the more obscenely inviting as it peeked through the slit in her erotic panties.

"Hot country pussy," Vivian whispered, shivering with impatience and climbing on top of the bound housewife. She began teasing her sobbing victim in earnest, Frenching her mouth and caressing her hot flesh, sliding down to suck on each luscious tit in turn, her raw greed at the delicious taste of Marie's satiny breasts driving her to make eerie, animal-like sounds.

Vivian had been addicted to hot, juicy cunt ever since a stewardess had picked her up in a bar when she was nineteen. Up until then, she'd been fairly normal, her sex-drive smoldering but not yet erupting into frenzy and violence. Her first sex with another woman -- a gorgeously stacked brunette -- turned the slender nurse on like a forest fire. And although she swung with both sexes, Vivian got her greatest kicks from lushly curved girls and women, females whose ripeness contrasted sharply with her own slender delicacy.

And while the nurse could get her rocks off just teasing, masturbating, eating and raping another woman, the presence of her own brother doubled her wild excitement. They bore a strong resemblance to each other, and in some bizarre manner it was like watching herself in male form when Jim swung his long cock in a girl's mouth or pussy or naked ass. Occasionally, the hot nurse made it with other men but it was her brother's huge cock she really craved.

Lately he seemed unhappy and this nagged at her. Christ knew she got him enough passionate girls and women to keep his immense prick happy. What else could he possibly want besides hot, different pussy every night, wild fun and games with his own lusty sister thrown in?

On the bed, Marie sobbed and wrenched at her chains and shuddered her fiercely hot cunt as Vivian's teasing grew unbearable. Now the nurse was tickling her pussy with her long lewd tongue, not kissing it, not eating it, not sucking it, but tickling it with her wet tongue-tip to drive Marie into a fever of suspense.

"Eat me, damn you!" Marie cried, jerking her crotch savagely at Vivian's mouth. "Suck it, please, Vivian! You're torturing me! Oh, God, let me come!"

So primed was the feverish housewife her pussy was dripping with her lubricant, sucking madly at Vivian's gently nuzzling lips, while the blonde played with Marie's tender asshole as well.

But the hot glow in Vivian's cunt was also becoming a relentless throb now, as desire rose in her rapidly. Even through she'd finished coming in Marie's mouth only minutes ago, with enough wild orgasms to keep any normal woman happy for days -- or at least hours -- the insatiable nurse was working herself into a delirium of passion, as well as her sobbing victim.

For a minute Vivian lost control and plunged her tongue deep into Marie's juicy slit with ravenous moans of delight. Instantly Marie screamed with excitement and jerked her hips convulsively. But Vivian always knew exactly when they were about to get their rocks off, could judge by the spasms of their pussies and their cries and the feel of their trembling flesh in her harshly stroking fingers.

And just when Marie was about to climax she tore her mouth away. She slithered her tongue inside Marie's asshole, which only tormented the housewife further, like tossing a morsel to a starving tigress.

"Eat me, you crazy bitch!" Marie wailed, her control completely shattered. Her loins were so knotted with tension she wanted to scream, and each time the vicious blonde worked her up the very brink of release and stopped, the agony became more intense, the suspense more nerve racking.

By now Vivian was almost as hot as Marie. She swiveled her head around, still couched between Marie's luscious thighs, and hissed at her brother, who stood watching intently:

"Fuck me now, Jim! Ram it all in, hurry!"

Her brother didn't need any urging, after watching Vivian suck and kiss Marie's velvety flesh. And although he inwardly raged against being her flunky, his sister's trained seal and obedient stud, he hurried to get on the mattress and kneel behind Vivian's small hot ass.

Still in her see-through bra, panties and nylons, the blonde was fantastically sexy. Her pink pussy sucked and glistened through her crotchless panties, an obscene sight that always triggered the wildest lust in her brother.

Now as Vivian continued teasing Marie's tortured cunt, licking it ever so gently while the inflamed slit shuddered and spasmed in a plea for relief, Jim gripped his huge dick in one hand and placed his crimson knob against his sister's waiting pussy.

At the very moment of contact, Vivian slid her hips back sharply and swallowed up his throbbing meat in a tight, fiery grip. Her cunt had electrifying power, still tight and juicy and fiercely exciting no matter how many times he pumped his rod into it. And no matter how many eager girls and experienced women Jim ravaged, his own strange sister still had the hottest, most delicious pussy he'd ever felt, another silken strand in her web of power over him.

Clutching her swinging ass in his hands, Jim knelt behind her and fucked her into a brutal rhythm, each forward slam bringing a cry of depraved joy from her throat as he rammed almost to the very hilt. Able to watch both panting women in his position, Jim felt no compassion for the tortured housewife, only hot, savage lust. Marie loved her own anguish, he knew -- hell, they all did, and that was why they always agreed so quickly to be chained, knowing what was in store for them-and he could see the blazing torment in Marie's eyes, the fierce jealousy as he pistoned his boiling cock rapidly in and out of Vivian's eager cunt.

"Not fair!" sobbed Marie, making urgent fucking motions as she watched Jim ram his sister through a haze of tears. "Me too! Fuck me, too, dammit!"

Now Vivian was coming in a hot spray over her brother's throbbing dick, clawing at Marie's soft belly with her nails and flicking her tongue out like a cobra's to tease Marie's dripping slit. The taste was so delicious she had to exert a fierce effort of will not to just suck her luscious pussy off in a fever of bliss. No, not yet, not until Marie was almost insane with heat, begging for it with mad cries, willing to do anything, give anything for her orgasm.

The sultry nurse was power-mad, and every time she chained a victim down to tease and torment her, the thrill grew hotter and wilder in her blood. What could be more beautiful than a madly inflamed cunt, pink but tinged with crimson urgency, sucking feverishly for relief, steaming with heady fragrance in her face, begging, pleading, trembling, spasming, cunt-juice streaming out like tears of agony, while she, Vivian, the wanton sex bitch-goddess, got it hotter and more frantic and more lovable?

"Beautiful!" she gasped, when Jim's long rod began to quiver in her clasping cunt. "Beautiful hot pussy! Oh, Marie, darling, I love to watch it! Yes, beg with it, dance with it, bring it closer, honey! Mmmmmmm, it's so hot, Marie, so gorgeous, so luscious to look at! You want me to suck it off now, darling? Now? Right now?"

Her eyes blazed and her tongue flicked out to lash hotly at Marie's juicy clitoris, bringing a wild cry of suspense from her throat. Then Jim was spurting his thick load deep into his sister's madly sucking pussy, and with a violent moan Vivian snaked her tongue up Marie's boiling asshole, rubbing her nose lewdly in her chained victim's cunt to torture her to an intense, unbearable pitch of excitement.

Sighing deeply, Jim climbed off his gasping sister. He would continue to watch every detail of the obscene display, knowing his cock would be rock-hard again in ten minutes. She had him hooked, the bitch, obsessed with her crazy sex-games. Now she was gently biting and kissing Marie's inner thighs, close to her frantic pussy but never touching it, squeezing and loving Marie's naked tits in her greedy fingers.

"Eat me, fuck meeeee!" wailed Marie, her skin on fire, her mind reeling with uncontrollable suspense. Her wrists and ankles were badly chafed from straining at her chains, but she couldn't possibly escape the mad teasing of Vivian's burning tongue and lustful fingers.

"Beautiful hot cunt!" Vivian whispered, rubbing Marie's moist thighs in a frenzy in her palms, tracing her tongue-tip along the outline of her pink pussylips. "Now, darling? Want me to make you come in my mouth now? Are you hot enough yet? Hmmmm? Want to get even hotter, baby? Want Vivian to fuck you with her happy dildo, Marie? Do you?"

And then, finally, it struck Marie that the blonde nurse was really crazy. Not just playfully teasing, but insane! This was how she really got her rocks off, teasing helpless women to the point of lunacy, taunting them with every weapon she had, wallowing in their torture and suspense.

The sadistic bitch! The knowledge, however, did nothing to appease the wild fire in Marie's aching cunt. Vivian was a diabolical expert when it came to arousing her victims, repeatedly bringing them to the point of coming and then slowing her tongue and fingers down to a cruel pace, kissing, nibbling, biting, squeezing, sucking ever so briefly to give them a taste of desperate glory and always, always leaving them insanely worked up.

Then a flash of inspiration struck Marie. Later she would desperately wish it hadn't, but right now it seemed downright cunning.

With a violent effort of will, the chained housewife completely let go. She relaxed every muscle in her body.

Then she began laughing. Not hysterically, just loud, mocking laughter.

Baffled, Vivian sat up and stared at her. "What's wrong, lover? What's so funny?"

"You!" scorned Marie, her heart pounding against her ribs feverishly. "You, you silly bitch! My own husband teases me better than this! To tell you the truth, Vivian, you're beginning to bore me. You and your silly girl scout games! Christ, get a real man down here to satisfy me! Not some silly bitch who thinks she's hot stuff at teasing! Go ahead and lick my ass some more, and pretty soon I'll be asleep!"

If Vivian hadn't been so wildly caught up in her own obscene game, she could have seen Marie was acting. But the words stung her like poisoned barbs, and a deep, terrible rage began boiling up in her blood. Silly bitch? Bore? Lick her ass so she could put her to sleep?

Vivian had had insults hurled at her from tormented victims, but no one had ever dared to call her a bore. Marie had struck her target with a vengeance.

"You want satisfaction, do you?" she said softly, her eyes burning with violent. "Okay, honey. You asked for it, and believe me, are you gonna get it!"

Quickly, Vivian scrambled off the bed and got her ten-inch dildo, strapping the harness on. As Jim watched, his rod stiffening sharply, he sensed Marie was acting, trying to spur Vivian to rape her so she could finally get her rocks off.

He also knew the naive housewife would live to regret it.

With the giant prick looming up from her thighs, the seething nurse climbed on top of Marie, who was now quivering with wild anticipation. Vivian switched on the dildo and it hummed and vibrated eagerly. Its curved length ended in a colossal knob, and its surface was covered with hundreds of rough, tiny mountains which now quivered for action.

Marie had never had it rammed up her pussy until now. She didn't know, or she wouldn't have been so brave, that the intense thrills the huge rod inflicted were extremely nerve- racking and shattering when you were fucked with its roughened surface for more than five solid minutes. The dildo was cunningly designed for maximum sensation, because the hundreds of tiny pimples were uneven in size, some sharper than others, gorging the victim's pussy and sparking unbearable jolts of pleasure in every inch of cunt.

In fact, the monster had been invented by a gynecologist, a woman doctor who peered down pussies every day and knew precisely what she was doing. And she did it with as many of her lovely patients as possible...

Now Vivian dipped her fingers into Marie's luscious slit and rubbed her honey over the head of the humming cock. Her blazing eyes never left Marie's anxious face, and her sultry lips were curved in a knowing, vicious smile.

"So you can't wait for a big prick, hmmm?" Vivian whispered, placing the knob against Marie's eager pussy. "You think I'm boring, do you? Let's see how you change your tune in about two minutes, darling. Like this!"

She suddenly slammed the immense prick brutally deep into Marie's trembling cunt, sending a bolt of ripping pain through her loins. Then Vivian began to fuck the chained, crying housewife in savage thrusts, a furious rape that had Marie arching her back and shuddering madly from head to toe, shaking her head in disbelief.

The pain lasted only a few seconds. Now Marie was fighting desperately to catch her breath, her lips moving soundlessly as fierce thrills shot through her ravaged cunt, as the rough surface of the monstrous dick began to inflict its lewd toll.

And Marie began to come. But she didn't just climax, her cunt started gushing honey in a hot spray of maddening excitement, and with each brutal lunge of Vivian's hips, Marie ground her crotch up to meet it, their sweating bellies crushing together, their heaving tits rubbing lustfully in fleshy contact, Vivian's teeth sinking into Marie's velvety shoulder to vent her fury.

"Commmminggggg!" cried Marie, waves of tingling ecstasy boiling over in her cruelly gorged slit. "Ungh, God! Oooo, Vivian, too much! No more! Can't ... eeeeeeeeee! ... stop comingggg! Losing my fucking miiiind! Noooo! Argh!"

Her whimpers of agony sheer music in the sex-crazed nurse's ears, Vivian stroked deeper and harder with the humming rod, knowing you could fuck a girl's brains out if you kept up this savage rhythm. She knew damn well what the diabolical prick could do to a tender pussy, and it was twice as brutal if you were helplessly chained down, because you knew you'd had it.

"Bored now?" Vivian hissed, seeing the shock in Marie's glazed eyes, feeling her ripe flesh go into convulsions of unwanted bliss. "How's this for a girl scout?"

Vivian drew the dildo almost completely out of Marie's ravaged cunt, until only the knob remained. Then she lunged down with all her power, keeping the giant cock in almost to the hilt while she swung her hips in wide gyrations, then from side to side, then back and forth, lewd fucking movements that were not only ripping into Marie's loins but into her teetering sanity as well.

The screaming housewife had never even dreamed such sensations existed. These weren't thrills, they were a thousand tiny tortures of shattering ecstasy exploding in her violently rammed pussy, each nerve-end of her silken slit a jagged barb of fire, consuming her screaming nerves as well as her reeling mind.

Suddenly Vivian twined her fingers in Marie's long dark hair and tugged painfully, still savagely ramming her.

"Don't you faint on me!" she snarled, seeing the housewife's eyelids flutter and her face soften. "You begged for a big cock, honey, so take it! And this and this!"

She was pounding the dildo to a furious tempo now, as fast and hard as she could, while Marie's boiling cunt went into wild spasms of passion, thrashing in feverish response with a lust-crazed will of its own.

Moving urgently, Vivian's brother was suddenly kneeling between both their outspread legs. He grabbed Vivian's small hot ass in his hands and spread the cheeks wide to expose her tiny anus. He placed the crown of his long red dick firmly against the tiny slot and slammed forward viciously.

He'd pierced Vivian so many times in her luscious little ass she was used to it. But he'd caught her completely by surprise this time and she gasped as the red-hot shaft pierced her bowels brutally.

Like her mouth and her pussy, Vivian's asshole was tight and fiery and electrifying, ripples of intense pleasure shooting through Jim's meat as she wriggled it lustfully beneath his burning rod.

"Here's a good one coming up," Vivian panted in Marie's ear. "It's called tit for tat -- or what's shoved up my ass is now going to get rammed up yours, honey! Hang on!"

She suddenly whipped the humming dildo out, nudged it down an inch, groping for Marie's tiny asshole. In a state of shock, Marie barely knew what was happening. Her cunt was inflamed to the point of numbness, coming again and again and again in sharp hot convulsions that left her breathless.

Then the most agonizing pain of her life ripped deep into Marie's silky asscheeks. Her eyes registered pure disbelief and a pathetic whimpering scream rolled from her lips.

She felt as if she'd been torn in two by a blazing log jammed up her tender ass, and when Vivian started stroking it powerfully, each wave of anguish roared through the chained housewife's flesh and into the very pit of her whirling mind, until she knew she was going crazy.

It was the kind of lewd game Vivian relished. Her brother raping her own eager ass while she ravaged Marie's luscious cheeks, a human sandwich with herself as the filling, her hips swinging in perfect unison to her brother's. Each time he stroked his boiling cock deep in her bowels, she too lunged forward to impale her screaming victim in a violent echo.

And all the time, as if to mock her own passion, Marie's pussy kept coming on its own while her asshole writhed and trembled beneath the onslaught of the humming dildo, until she could no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, between hot, urgent orgasms and bolts of white-hot pain, until her entire torso was a mass of fiery sex.

As always, Jim shot off quickly in his sister's fiercely sucking asshole, but even after he'd slipped his cock out Vivian kept up her frenzied rape, coming profusely herself as Marie's hot flesh shuddered beneath her and her cries of pain- bliss rang in her ears.

Then Marie fainted.

"Damn!" snapped Vivian. Sighing, she slid the immense dildo out of the woman's ass. It was covered with blood, she saw with satisfaction. She turned to her brother, licking her lips at the sight of his long dangling cock.

"Think she's had enough, Jim?" she asked.

He looked at her sullenly. "She's had enough. Shit, I've had enough too. Everyone gets enough but you, you sex-crazy cunt."

With that he stalked out of the bedroom. What the hell was eating him? Were they all a bunch of goddamn sissies? Couldn't anyone keep up with her any more?

On the bed, Marie moaned and stirred softly, her hips still jerking in spasms. With a sigh, Vivian got off the bed and unstrapped the dildo, hefting it fondly in her fingers.

She didn't really have any friends in this world, not even her sulky brother. This ten-inch lady-killer was her best friend, and to hell with the rest of them. In the next few weeks, her best friend would find its way around town to terrify and thrill a number of girls and women -- including Marie's teenage daughter, little Sally Owens and the overripe but still eager town librarian.

She unchained Marie, and after a stiff drink to relax her shattered nerves, and a surprisingly tender ass-licking from the contrite nurse, Marie was on her way home.

On the way out of Vivian's apartment, a sudden thought flashed in her mind and she asked the nurse if she could borrow her dildo for a few days.

Sensing Marie intended to turn on at least one other girl, Vivian quickly consented. She recalled the saying, 'What goes around comes around'.

Whatever Marie got into, Vivian knew she'd ultimately get into as well.

And while the nurse had never met Marie's daughter, she'd heard Marie proudly talk about her. And deep down, she knew what went on in the housewife's feverish mind.

The same depraved, red-hot thoughts of savage lust that went on in her own.

In the absence of her best friend, Vivian would just have to make the most of her brother's thrilling cock. But she had no idea of what was going on in his angry mind ...

Chapter 8

The next day was one of hot curiosity and rising excitement for Phil Jenkins.

After a frantic quickie with Sally Owens in his theater office the night before, the girl had fended off his questions about whether she'd seen Cindy yet.

Sally told him she was working on it.

She'd also told him to come by her house this afternoon at exactly three-thirty, not a minute earlier or later. She'd told him the front door would be open, and where her bedroom was. And that was all she would tell him.

Always one who loved surprises, Sally planned to simply have Phil walk in on herself and Cindy while they were making it. Nor did she give Phil's luscious daughter any warning either. Let it all hit the fan, through Sally joyfully.

It would hit the fan all right. But not the way the tawny nympho so exuberantly planned ...

At three-thirty sharp, Phil parked his car in front of Sally's shabby house. The neighborhood was seedy and run-down and he felt a sharp twinge of pity for Sally. Christ, if he had his way he'd adopt the little mink and treat her like his own daughter.

Or the way he'd love to treat his own daughter.

Gently, he opened the front door and crept over to Sally's bedroom. The door was ajar and wild moans and gasps were coming from inside the room. Phil opened the door wide and his eyes bulged.

The naked little nympho and his own teenage daughter were locked in an eager sixty-nine, their ripe young bodies heaving and rocking on the mattress, their mouths burrowed to each other's silky crotches.

His rod leaping wildly, Phil softly shut the door behind him. Neither girl could see him with their faces hotly buried in each other's pussies, but he had a feeling Sally knew he was there.

Jesus, he'd never seen anything so obscenely beautiful, so wantonly hot and lust-inspiring as the two luscious girls devouring each other with lewd joy!

Naked, Cindy was far more voluptuous and sexy than he'd imagined, so silky and ripe and hotly curved Phil thought he'd shoot off in his pants, on the spot.

Instead, he quietly began to strip, as quickly as possible. He had the biggest hard-on of his life, surging and pounding with raw lust, quivering with mad eagerness.

The moment he was naked, before he could even take a step toward the bed, Cindy, who was on top of Sally, brought her head up for a gulp of air.

And almost fainted with shock.

"Dad! Oh, God! Oh shit!"

Cindy's face turned chalk-white when she realized he'd been watching her eat Sally's pussy. It took ten more numb seconds to realize that he, too, was naked.

With a colossal throbbing hard-on that made her tremble from head to toe with sheer excitement.

Now Sally sat up, grinning with triumph. "It's okay, honey." She slapped Cindy on the ass playfully. "He's my guest, too. I think you two know each other, so I guess I won't have to introduce you."

Cindy slowly turned her shocked eyes to Sally. "You mean ... you planned all this?"

"Why not?" Sally shrugged. "You told me yourself yesterday you'd love to make it with him, remember? And let me tell you something, Cindy -- he's damn good too! I ought to know." she added proudly.

"Now, don't be nervous, Cindy," Phil said awkwardly, coming toward the bed, his eyes raking over his daughter's lush, heaving tits and down to her moist, sleek thighs. She was as stunning and juicy as her mother was at the same age, and he was positive Cindy was still a cherry. Technically, anyway, unless Sally took it with her greedy little fingers.

"I won't hurt you, baby," Phil said hoarsely, sitting on the edge of the bed and cupping her hot tits in his fingers to make her moan. "I know you're still a virgin, and ..."

"No, I'm not, Daddy!" she blurted out.

"I'm not talking about Sally," he went on, the feel of her gorgeous breasts in his fingers coaxing a huge milky drop of jism out of his knob. Quickly, Sally nuzzled down to scoop it up with her tongue, making him gasp. "I mean, I know you've never had sex with a boy ..."

"But I have, Daddy," whispered Cindy, her pussy throbbing eagerly as she watched Sally lasciviously lick at her father's quivering rod.

"You have?" he said, stunned. "Who?"

"Don." When he looked puzzled, Cindy added, "You know, your son --my brother, Daddy. The other night."

A furious rage boiled up in Phil. That little sonofabitch! Beating his own father to the punch, in his own house probably! Right under his nose, the greedy little bastard! Stealing his own innocent daughter's cherry, the perverted, arrogant prick!

Phil had a good mind to go home, drag his tomcat kid out in the back yard and whale the shit out of him.

Except that he knew he couldn't do it, not any more, not to Don, who by now towered over his father and was in much better shape physically.

On second thought, Phil began to chuckle with admiration. Sneaky little bastard beat him to the punch, which proved he was a chip off the old stud. Rage was quickly replaced by paternal pride. What the hell, at least Cindy had lost it to someone in the family!

Then, with a soft moan, Cindy was impatiently pushing Sally aside and nuzzling her own hot lips to Phil's throbbing erection, beginning to suck on his cock with feverish lust, strange thrills rippling through her lips and tongue.

Now Sally pushed Phil back on her bed while Cindy eagerly went down on him and the younger girl rubbed her burning tits to his face, then began to creep upward, grinding her hot belly to his face.

And suddenly Phil realized that while his own naked daughter was whipping her wet, frenzied lips up and down on his hard-on, the cunning younger girl was suddenly sitting on his face!

He grabbed her tawny ass in his fingers and started lapping at her juicy little cunt, not minding at all since his own reward was hotly sucking him off at the same time.

This was the first triangle for both Sally and Cindy, and both girls were madly aroused for their own particular reasons. Sally because, while she lewdly ground her throbbing slit to Phil's mouth, she could watch a beautiful naked girl work her ripe lips over a massive hard-on, Sally's personal favorite.

And Cindy because she was giving her handsome, wildly-hung father a feverish blowjob, fulfilling at last one of her most secret and obscene fantasies, a wanton desire that had been tormenting her for so many years she couldn't recall her first erotic flash.

And the girl summoned all her skill and passion as she went down on Phil's pounding rod, sucking fiercely for a solid minute and then tonguing his knob lasciviously, then dipping her mouth down to lick and suck on his hairy balls while she jerked his shaft in her hot fist, profound thrills singing in her blood as she felt her father's huge prick quiver powerfully in response.

Suddenly Sally, still rubbing her soaked pussy eagerly to Phil's trapped mouth, hunched forward over him, almost face to face with Cindy. She pried Cindy's fist loose from Phil's hard- on and jerked it in her own tight fist, while Cindy continued moaning and sucking on the rest of it.

Beneath the two panting, gasping girls Phil was in a paradise of his own, being passionately blown by luscious Cindy while Sally rode her boiling pussy on his mouth in hot orgasms, her honey streaming into his throat in a sweet burning flood.

For a man who had firm principles about staying away from jail-bait, Phil was suddenly discovering that having torrid sex with two young chicks -- one of them his own gorgeous daughter -- was more than worth the risk. Between Cindy's fiery mouth sucking him off feverishly, and Sally's tight fist helping her along, Phil was shooting his thick load into Cindy's eager mouth in less than two minutes, a creamy flood that brought frantic moans of happiness from his daughter.

But before he'd finished shooting off, Sally was suddenly wrenching Cindy's head away from his spurting rod to catch the last of his ejaculation.

And at the same time coming on Phil's trapped mouth with her gushing pussy, rubbing it and smearing his face with obscene delight.

"Well, goddamn, Sally!" Cindy snapped. "You don't have to be a little pig about it!"

Grinning, Sally sat up with a deep sigh and Phil had to forcibly push her steaming crotch off his face. He sat up, heaving for breath.

"Girls, girls," he said patiently, "let's not squabble now. I'm sure there'll be enough for both of you."

And as his lovely daughter sulked at Sally, the irony and the enormity of his situation struck Phil. Shit, they were nothing but schoolgirls, hot juicy adolescents with lips and pussies that had more fire and wanton fervor than most stacked, swinging women. And they were fighting over him, over his big dick, not over some strapping, hulking football player or college kid.

Which made him, at forty-two, feel very, very good.

The passionate girls didn't fight over Phil, but they did fawn over him and vie for his attention, Sally fondling his stiffening cock while Cindy Frenched his mouth and dug her silky hot tits into his chest. Blissfully, Phil felt as if he were being suffocated in a sea of velvety sweet flesh, of ripening tits and succulent asses, fiery lips and greedy fingers, and always the fragrance of sweet young cunt wafted up to his nostrils.

He should have known that as he wallowed in the sunshine of his erotic glory, there just had to be a dark storm cloud on the horizon. Whenever things went this fabulously, fate had a way of silently creeping up and ramming it to you, always twisting in deep ...

But for the moment, at least, Phil was hot and primed like a raging bull. He nudged Cindy over on her belly, telling her to hunch her knees under her so that her ripe ass loomed out, her pink pussy eagerly sucking beneath her cheeks.

"Don and I did it dog-style," Cindy panted. "I like it this way, Daddy!"

That greedy sonofabitch of a son of his apparently beat him to everything, Phil seethed. And gazing at Cindy's adorably tiny asshole, he knew with a conviction that Don had taken that cherry too.

Talk about a chip off the old pecker!

Kneeling behind her, Phil seized Cindy's naked asscheeks in his strong fingers. He guided his thick knob inside her wet pussylips, gasping with excitement when Cindy wriggled her slit on it with lewd rapture.

"Oh, Daddy, shove it all in -- don't be bashful! Just go ahead and ... unnnnh? ... ooooo? aaaaaah! ... unnnnf!"

"Hey, baby, nice, nice!" groaned Phil, sucking in his breath sharply at the tight, slippery power of her boiling cunt. He commenced fucking his panting daughter with slow thrusts of his fleshy rod, easing it deeper and harder with each lunge.

Watching with wild eyes, Sally too was getting madly aroused, searching for an opening for herself. She could rape Cindy's hot mouth, but she'd already done that to her -- and to her father too. Besides, she really wanted Phil's throbbing meat, which was fully occupied.

Never daunted, Sally scrambled around to the edge of the bed, behind Phil and his fiercely moaning daughter. Getting on her back between both their legs, she managed to crawl up between their thighs, her face just beneath Phil's pounding prick and Cindy's eagerly sucking cunt.

Now the younger girl joined in the fray, lustfully licking at Phil's dangling balls for a minute, then clutching the base of his thick cock in her fist and jerking it in a fever of excitement, while her lips sought out Cindy's exposed clit, just above Phil's pumping rod.

She sucked on it ravenously and instantly Cindy was screaming and clawing at the mattress beneath her, swinging her ass joyfully as she came simultaneously on her father's plunging dick and in Sally's waiting mouth.

"Ah, Cindy, honey, baby, wheeewww, shit, terrific pussy, darling, aaaaah, mmmmmf! Yeah, swing it, Cindy! Wowww!"

For all of Sally's juicy cunt-power, for all her frenzied hot fucking tricks, Phil's own daughter was still the most luscious, exciting, thrilling piece of pussy he'd ever had, and that included his wife, who'd been fantastic in her day.

Phil forgot this was the first time he'd ever made it with two sexy young girls at the same time, or that the lusty feel of Sally's lips and tongue on his balls and her fingers jerking furiously on his meat fired his excitement feverishly.

But there was no denying the wild, luscious spasms of Cindy's burning pussy now hugging his cock eagerly, or the delicious feel of her hot naked ass wriggling wantonly into his groin each time he slammed forward, gorging her savagely.

"Shoot it in me, Daddy!" cried Cindy, tears of joy streaming down her face as she thrashed her cunt in a new fiery orgasm. "Gimme your cum, hurry! Now, now now, Daddy! Mmmmmmf! Fuck me harder, ooooo, deeper, hotter, more, shit, yes, coming againnnnn! Oh, Daddy, I love it, your big beautiful prick!"

At that moment the vulgar words streaming so naturally from his daughter's lips did as much to trigger his rocks off as the lewd feel of her hotly sucking pussy and Sally's stroking fist and obscene tongue.

Phil came in gasps and thick spatters in Cindy's trembling cunt, feeling himself being milked feverishly by Sally's fist at the same time.

The three of them were so absorbed in their squirming, sweating orgy they weren't aware that a woman stood in the doorway. Her eyes blazed on them in shock and fury.

Only when Phil was slipping his cock out with a deep sigh of satisfaction, did she speak:

"You! Sally Owens, you goddamn tramp! What's going on here? Who in the hell are these people? And just what do you think you're doing down there, you little pervert! Speak up and explain this, and you'd better make it fast," she seethed, "before I call the cops! Which I'm gonna do anyway! Well?"

At the sound of the sharp hoarse voice Phil wheeled his head around, startled. A sinking sensation settled in his stomach. She was about forty and she looked more than half-drunk. And he didn't have to ask who she was -- he just knew it was Sally's mother.

Still jerking her hips with her lingering orgasm, Cindy looked over at her, panting, her eyes widening with alarm.

Sally had crawled out from beneath Cindy's thighs and sat up, licking pussy-juice off her lips, staring back at her mother with bold defiance.

"Your mother?" Phil whispered, his prick sagging like limp spaghetti. Sally had told him her mother never came home once she left the house in the afternoon, not until she was staggering drunk early the next morning.

Never was the most treacherous word in the English language.

"Yeah, my mother," Sally sighed, standing up. "Just let me handle this," she mouthed to Phil. "And don't say a word."

With amazing composure, Sally walked directly up to her mother, her tawny tits heaving with a blend of sex-excitement and sheer icy nerve.

"You'd better have a seat, you old bitch," Sally told her in a vicious voice. "Because what I've got to say to you is going to knock you on your ass anyway ...

---

Two weeks later on a sunny morning, the Jenkins family sat down to breakfast. Sally's ripe lips smiled cheerfully as she stared at her new mother and father, now legally her foster parents.

And there was more than just a hint of lewd pleasure in the smile.

Last night she'd slept with Marie and her son, Don, while Cindy slept with her father.

The night before Sally had slept with Cindy and Phil. And the night before that with Don and Cindy. The family group didn't operate on a schedule, leaving their nocturnal activities up to last-minute whims and desires, but all of them managed to get around in a game of musical beds.

As Phil stared at the young addition to his family, he couldn't suppress a look of sheer admiration. Sally had guts, brains, fantastic sex appeal and, if she were a boy instead of a girl, he'd have said she had more balls than anyone he knew.

Her mother had shown up that afternoon, as things turned out, to pack her bags and leave town with her newest boyfriend, who was leaving for San Francisco. But she didn't admit that until Sally outrageously threatened to call the cops herself! And she would tell them the following story:

Sally's mother had lecherously urged her to go out and have sex with anyone and everyone who was willing, male or female, when Sally was only thirteen years of age. Since then Sally would claim she was repeatedly raped by her mother's drunken boyfriends, by her mother herself, and encouraged to commit every depraved act imaginable.

Sally would further tell the cops that her mother was trying to drag her to San Francisco to pervert her even more, possibly to turn her into a prostitute so she could support her mother's and her boyfriend's wild binges.

Now, Sally had told her mother in a deadly voice, in view of the fact that her mother had been arrested in town a number of times for drunk and disorderly conduct while Sally was an innocent young girl, who were the cops going to believe? And who could the cops bust in such a case?

For that matter, Sally added in an ominous tone, not only would she and Cindy and Phil deny having sex, they could confirm Sally's story, saying she'd come to them for protection.

Sputtering with rage, her mother knew Sally had her by the short curly hairs. As it turned out, she was going to desert Sally anyway, so after signing some papers Phil's lawyer had hastily drawn up, in return for the sum of five hundred dollars from Phil, he was now legally Sally's guardian.

And at five hundred dollars, the girl was one hell of a bargain, the whole family agreed.

Sally still worked at the theater -- she didn't steal, since she was part of the family now -- and a new fierce ambition had arisen in her young blood. After watching movies night after night, Sally now wanted to go to Hollywood and be a movie star. Not just yet, of course, not until she graduated from high school, but in the meantime Phil was seeing that she got drama lessons.

The family was quite proud of her and didn't think her ambition was childish or ridiculous. Once you got to know Sally, you got the feeling that tawny blonde could do anything she made up her mind to do.

And if Sally couldn't do it on talent alone, she'd use her hot lips and mad little cunt like weapons in an arsenal.

But one way or another she'd make it. They all knew it, just as surely as Sally had the sweetest, hottest mouth and wildest pussy in town ...

---

At the same time the Jenkins family was sitting down to breakfast, Vivian Whitaker was slowly-and painfully-waking up.

She was chained to her own bed, on her back. "Jim!" she called out. "Jim, you bastard! You unchain me now, dammit! Pleeease! Please?"

Her demanding cries turned abruptly to whimpers, then to pathetic moans. In the next bedroom, the nurse heard voices, then a girl's loud laughter.

A minute later her naked brother appeared in the doorway with his new girlfriend, a ravishing redheaded swinger who'd moved in three days ago. Since then, the tables had turned sharply.

It was Vivian who got chained down and whipped and teased and raped, forced to submit to both Jim and his sexy girlfriend every night. Last night, they'd just left her here like this, helplessly bound, so frustrated she thought she'd lose her mind!

Jim stared down at her mockingly. Vivian's eyes burned on his new girl, a creamy, stunningly ripe switch-hitter who could tease so cruelly Vivian would need a straitjacket soon if she kept it up.

The nurse's lips began to tingle and her pussy started throbbing with intense heat. They hadn't even let her get her rocks off last night!

"Please?" Vivian whispered. "I'll go down on you, both of you! Give you a job you won't forget! Just eat me, rape me, whip me, but Christ, let me come!"

Jim grinned. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end for a while, Sis?" He turned to the redhead. "What do you say, honey? Should we let the animal loose for a while?"

The redhead's eyes gleamed in a way that made Vivian's flesh shiver.

"Let her lie there for a while and stew in her own juices, Jimmy. I know the type. All hard bitch on the outside and nothing but a soggy marshmallow on the inside. Pure mushy cunt," she added contemptuously, turning her back to reveal a gorgeously curved ass. "She's nothing but a slave," the redhead laughed. "A freaked-out sex-slave."

They went into the kitchen to eat breakfast, and tears came to Vivian's eyes, hot tears of self-pity. Her brother no longer needed her to get aroused or to come. He and the redhead had dominated her completely for a week now, and it was Vivian who needed them to have an orgasm now ...

"Nothing but a sex-slave," Vivian whispered, her face flushing with eerie excitement. "I don't mind," she smiled, her eyes burning with a strange new light. "I don't mind at all. I love kissing your asses! I love being your sex-slave! Just fuck me, fuck meeee!"

Her voice rose to a high, keening scream which echoed throughout the apartment.

Any day now they'd be coming for Vivian, to put her away for a while, for a long, desperately needed rest. But Vivian didn't mind, not at all.

Too much violence and sex and cruelty had finally begun to unhinge her precariously tuned mind. The sad truth of the matter was, she could dish it out but she couldn't take it. After all, someone had once told her that what goes around comes around, and it came all the way around to Vivian.

Around the bend, that is.

Leaving her sanity back there somewhere, dancing lewdly in the moonlight of obscene love ...

The End