Norma Egan

Massage parlor wife

CHAPTER ONE

"Lynn, aren't you ever coming to bed?"

Lynn West, an attractive brunette of thirty-nine, didn't look up from the television set. "Later, Bill," she called to her husband. "I want to finish watching this movie."

Bill flopped down beside her on the couch and glared at the set. "What's so great about it?" he said.

"Ssssh," said Lynn.

She wished he would go away. The movie, a foreign film and relatively uncensored, was really making her horny. The young hero was the kind of lover she fantasized about, absolutely radiating sexuality. She wanted to enjoy it undisturbed, maybe even finger-fuck herself to a climax during one of the love scenes.

She glanced at her husband. At forty Bill was still a very attractive man, tall and muscular, his thick black hair going silver at the temples. He was bright, funny, charming. Yet her cunt didn't get all juicy when she looked at him. Fifteen years was an awfully long time to be married "Honey," said Bill, "you have to get up early."

"Don't remind me," Lynn moaned.

For two weeks she'd been looking for work, pounding the pavements all day. Bill had been laid off from the computer firm several months ago, could find no other job, and now their funds had run out. Lynn had to find work to support them and their teenage daughter, Tina.

It was beginning to look hopeless. Two weeks, and not even the hint of a job. Lynn didn't look forward to tomorrow. She wanted to lose herself in this sexy film, to bring herself off, pretending she was getting fucked by the young hero The couple on the screen were embracing. Lynn watched intently. She could see that they were using their tongues. The young man's hand approached the girl's half-naked tit… Lynn put herself in the girl's place, and she felt hot and wet between the thighs.

"Garbage," said Bill.

"What?" Lynn stirred from her horny fantasy.

"This film is crap," he said. "Pure filth. Why don't you come to bed, Lynn? You need your rest."

"Bill," she said impatiently, "this is my rest. I like to relax and watch TV. If you're tired, go to bed. I'll be all right."

Still he sat there in his pajamas, looking more at her than at the screen. He made her uncomfortable.

"I know something more fun than TV," said Bill.

Lynn reddened. So that was it! He wanted to fuck.

She felt not a glimmer of interest in the idea. She was horny, yes. It seemed like she was horny all the time lately. But not for her husband. Getting fucked by Bill was so goddamn dull. It had been dull for years.

She remembered back to their courtship, how hot they'd been for each other then. She was eighteen, Bill was twenty-five. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. That was why they'd gotten married, in fact-before they went "too far". They were raised in a generation that didn't believe in sex before marriage.

For a few years it had been wonderful. Lynn had never gotten screwed by any other man, so she thought Bill's way was the only way. Years later she began to read about the amazing variety of sexual techniques, and then she knew what she'd been missing. Bill had only one technique-man on top, a minute of humping, and that was it.

Fifteen years had passed since their marriage, and still she hadn't fucked anyone but her husband. She didn't intend to, either, for she loved him and believed in fidelity. But was there any harm in an occasional fantasy?

For the past few years Lynn had taken to daydreaming about other men, bringing herself off with her own fingers frigging her steaming cunt while she fantasized about fucking more exciting lovers. She got a lot more pleasure from that than from getting screwed by her husband. It was too bad, in a way, but at least it kept their marriage together.

"Honey, did you hear me?" Bill was looking at her.

"Hmm?" said Lynn. "Oh, yes."

He laughed, rather bitterly. "You were daydreaming again, Lynn. I asked you to come to bed, to make love. I said it'd be better than this silly TV show. Apparently you weren't listening-or the idea didn't interest you."

Lynn felt guilty. After all, he was her husband, and he'd worked hard for the things they had-a lovely house, two cars, a pretty daughter, a good life. She owed Bill a lot, and she loved him, even though his fucking failed to excite her any more. There was no need to hurt his feelings.

"I'm sorry, darling," she said. "You're right. This show is pretty bad. You go on to bed, and I'll be right there."

"That's more like it." Bill grinned.

He went on down the hall, and Lynn approached the TV to turn it off She lingered there, oogling the half-naked young hero, imagining herself in his arms. She wondered what his cock would be like, how it would feel inside her cunt.

She felt steamy pussy-juice trickling down her inner thighs. God, she was horny. But it wasn't the kind of lust Bill could satisfy. She knew she lusted for novelty, adventure, variety.

"This is insane," Lynn said aloud.

She was living in a supposed age of sexual liberation, where everyone was free to fuck and suck whomever he wanted, however he wanted. Yet she had had only one man in her whole life. She'd seen only one cock, felt only one in her body. It didn't seem fair.

She forced herself to turn off the set and go to the bedroom. Daydreaming wasn't going to solve her problem. Bill was a normal healthy man with normal needs, and he needed her, his wife. It was her duty.

But why couldn't he be more exciting in bed?

Lynn found him tucked comfortably in the king-size bed; with his pajamas still on. Just like always. He liked to be there first, to watch her undress. She smiled at him and began taking off her clothes before the full-length mirror on the closet door.

She couldn't help admiring herself. For a woman of thirty-three, she was in excellent shape. Tall, olive-skinned, with long gleaming brown hair and long shapely legs, Lynn still got admiring glances and whistles on the streets. But only Bill had seen the rest of her, the even better part…

Her tits were larger than average, long olive-skinned melons with pert brown nipples, great fistfuls of soft flesh that nevertheless stood straight and firm. Her outsize tits waved heavily as she removed her bra. In the mirror she could see Bill ogling them.

"Peeping Tom," she teased.

He grinned at her reflection. "You're just as sexy as you were at eighteen, Lynn."

She wished she could say the same of him. She skinned off her panties, caught a glimpse of her neat and dainty beaver, a triangular patch of soft brown curls. She could see Bill looking at that, too. She wished she could feel some excitement for him.

Well, he wouldn't notice if she didn't. Her pussy was steaming hot and well-lubricated from watching that sexy movie. The rest she could fake.

She strode over to the bed, her long full tits bouncing, her slim hips swaying in her naturally sexy walk. Bill ogled her all the way and quickly threw back the covers for her. At the crotch of his pajamas she saw a hard lump. At least he didn't have any trouble getting aroused.

"Ummm. Come here-quick!" he laughed.

She forced herself to smile. She'd hardly gotten into bed before he was grabbing her, pulling her to him. As he kissed her hungrily, she felt the sharp point of his cock-head against her belly.

"Bill," she said, "Couldn't you take off your pajamas? It's not very romantic.."

"Huh? Oh, sure." Obviously it hadn't occurred to him. All he wanted, really, was a cunt, a slippery sheath for his full cock. It didn't matter how she felt.

Resentment boiled inside her. Bill never made any attempt to arouse her. He just grabbed, fucked, and fell off. They might as well have been rabbits-except she somehow imagined that rabbits had more fun.

Bill quickly pulled off his pajamas and turned to her again. He really had a nice body, she had to admit. He'd kept himself in shape, and his belly was flat, his muscles firm. The thick patch of black chest hair used to excite her. And his cock-once the very thought of his prick had made her cream right through her panties.

She supposed Bill was well-hung. According to everything she'd read, six inches was more than satisfactory. He had an attractive dick, too, springing from a neat patch of black curls, clean and pale and rosy-tipped. Everything about him was attractive-and dull.

"Grrrrrr!" Bill gave a mock growl as he embraced her again.

She allowed him to pull her tight against him, felt the long hard line of his prick against her tender belly. He really was horny tonight. She could feel warm sticky juice seeping from his swollen cock-head. Now if only she could get excited There was a way she could do that, a trick she'd devised. All she had to do was pretend that her beloved husband was someone else. Anyone else.

"Oh, baby," he sighed, "I've been wanting you all day."

Lynn had been horny all day, too, but not for him. As she walked from one unemployment agency to another, she'd seen men on the streets, sexy men of different ages, and she'd felt a wild rush of need.. It would be so simple, wouldn't it, just to go to a motel with a stranger and get laid? But, no. What if Bill found out? She didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to wreck her marriage.

"Touch me." Bill's voice was husky.

He really must be horny. It was unusual for him to bother with foreplay. To ask her to touch his cock was as far as he ever went, too. The height of daring for Bill was to play with her tits while she pumped his cock. Big deal.

Still she didn't hesitate. He was her husband, and she wanted to please him. She reached down and curled her fingers around his rigid hot prick. The skin was throbbing, silky. She enjoyed touching his cock, wished he'd ask for it more often.

Bill's hands closed hotly, possessively, around the big quivering globes of her tits.

"Ummmmm," she murmured.

She was good at faking it with Bill. She'd had plenty of practice. She couldn't remember when their sex life had begun to bore her, but it had been a long time now. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she'd begun to pretend.

"Yes, lover," she sighed.

Her hand moved slowly, teasingly, up and down the soft-skinned pole of his cock. She felt his horny trembling as she caressed his prick. She moved her hand right up to the drooling tip of his dick and smeared her palm with his cream. That made her pumping more slick and rapid.

"Yeah," Bill sighed. "Yeah, that's nice."

He squeezed her big hot tits harder. He was getting very excited. He would fuck her soon. Time to go into her fantasy, to pretend that he was someone else, some exciting stranger. She wondered how he could get so hot to fuck her, when she herself was so bored Lynn was all wrong about Bill. He was just as bored with their sex life as she was. While she waited to go into her fantasy of fucking a stranger, Bill was already well launched into his.

He had a thing about young girls. For the past few years of their marriage, every time he fucked Lynn, he imagined she was a horny naughty little thing of eighteen, a tight-cunted little teenager just begging for his cock.

And on his "bowling night", when he and the boys went to the local cathouse, he always picked the youngest girl available. He'd never been unfaithful to Lynn except with whores, and he didn't intend to be-but that didn't keep him from wishing, fantasizing.

He loved his wife. He still considered her beautiful. It was just that they'd been together so long that their sex life had become routine and dull. Bill wished he could teach Lynn some of the tricks whores knew, but Lynn was his wife, a lady, and he felt it wasn't right for her to do those things.

He admitted to himself that he was an old-fashioned guy, a believer in the double standard. He thought it was natural for a man to get bored with his wife, and right for him to seek novelty with hookers. But it wouldn't be right for Lynn to cheat on him; and if she was bored with his fucking, there must be something wrong with her.

A lady, in Bill's opinion, liked sex-but not too much.

He was glad that Lynn still seemed perfectly content with their sex life. His act must be good; he could feel her turning on to him, growing hot and horny in his arms.

"Yes, darling, yes," Lynn murmured.

She was pumping her husband's cock faster and faster, pretending to be hotly aroused. She wantonly thrust her big swelling tits into his palms, rubbing them against him. She rubbed her hot little snatch against his thigh.

She wanted him to fuck her and get it over with.

Later, when Bill was asleep, she could go back to her fantasy, imagining herself fucking and sucking with that handsome boy in the movie. She shuddered with horny anticipation as she recalled how good it felt to rub and massage her own tender clit, to make herself come.

"Now?" Bill whispered.

He thought it was time. She was squirming in his arms, rubbing and pumping his cock like crazy, really turned on.

"Yessss," Lynn said breathlessly. "Oh, yes.

She was amazed that he'd waited this long. Usually he just jumped on her, jammed his cock in her cunt, got his rocks off, and rolled over to snore. He must be particularly horny tonight.

Lynn rolled over onto her back. Always the "missionary" position! Apparently Bill didn't know any other way to fuck. She parted her long shapely legs, gave him a sexy smile, waited. The whole thing would be over in a minute-thank God.

Bill returned her lewd grin, slipped between her thighs, seized his rigid drooling prick. He aimed the bloated cock-head at the dark indentation of her cunt-mouth, fitted the sensitive knob into that moist hot hole.

"Ummmmm, hurry," she murmured.

Bill looked down at her, his beautiful brunette wife. And she was beautiful, with her full heaving tits, heavily lashed eyes, and sensuous red mouth. Only he'd been fucking her for fifteen years…

"Oh, Bill, YES!"

He pushed his cock into her, and she arched her lush body up to meet him, taking his long rigid cock deep into her molten-hot cunt. He lay down on the heaving cushion of her tits, slipped his hands under her tight bouncing butt, and began to fuck her.

It was nice. He pretended she was fifteen, nubile, horny as hell. "Bitch," he murmured, "hot little bitch."

Lynn didn't hear him. She was welt into her own fantasy, pretending that Bill was a mysterious foreigner, a man she'd picked up on the streets, led to a motel… She fucked him wantonly, jerking her soaked pussy around the stiff impalement of his prick, digging her nails into his shoulders, moaning…

"Do it to me, do it to meeee!" she whined.

Bill didn't hear her, either. He was lost in his fantasy of the cock-hungry teenage girl, fucking the little bitch for all he was worth. He stabbed his stiff meat into her hole mercilessly, hard and fast, knowing she liked getting screwed that way..

Bill and Lynn West, husband and wife, fucked each other savagely, their bodies locked together tightly, intimately-their minds a thousand miles apart.,

"Oh, God, yesss!"

Lynn's excitement mounted. She thought she might actually come. Bill usually didn't last this long, and it was giving her time to build her fantasy, to get really hot. She was enjoying the brutal quick jabs of his thick meat, slamming her pussy up to meet each rough fuck-thrust…

"Uhhhh!" Bill gasped.

Lynn sank back in keen disappointment as she felt his jism squirting into her cunt. She hadn't had time to come. There'd been a time, early in their marriage, when she'd climaxed as quickly as he did.

But that was when she still got hot for him "Whew," Bill laughed, "that was all right!"

For you, thought Lynn wearily, but not for me.

Well, no matter. She had more exciting things to look forward to. She waited patiently while Bill put on his pajamas, kissed her on the cheek, and rolled over with his back to her. He switched off the bedside lamp, and in a few minutes he was snoring softly.

Lynn moved well over to the other side of the bed and slid her hand slowly down her long silky body. Swiftly she drifted back into her fantasy. That dark-eyed Italian boy in the movie was in bed with her, naked, his muscles taut and gleaming. She could imagine his firm young cock, jutting up saucily from his belly, a thick meaty pole meant for her, her alone…

And unlike Bill, he would encourage foreplay, all those delicious things she'd only read about. In real life Lynn felt a little embarrassed and even put off when she read about the kinky things other people did. But at night in the dream world of her bed, it made her incredibly horny to imagine doing those things.

To have a man lick her pussy.

To suck and taste his cock.

She'd never done any of that, nor had Bill ever encouraged it. She wanted so badly to know what oral sex was like Bill had never even touched her pussy. Now she pretended that the Italian boy was doing it, her hand imitating his. She slid her hand between her silky thighs, over the soft little muff of her cunt. She touched the little naked bump of her clit.

"Ummmm," she murmured softly.

She must remember to keep quiet. Bill was sleeping not two feet away. Silently she began to rub her sensitive little joy-button, pretending that the handsome young boy was frigging her, playing with her. It felt incredibly good. Hot pleasure radiated through her whole body, and her pussy melted into wet searing need If only Bill knew how grateful she'd be, how hot she'd get, if he just rubbed her clit… Yet he'd never touched her there. Lynn used the tip of her finger to tease and massage the tiny hot organ, and every time she touched it, a spurt of juice spat from her cunt, wetting her hand.

She eased her finger farther back into her steamy gash, into the hot hair-fringed valley that hid her cunt-mouth. She found the drooling hole, circled it delicately, teasingly, with the tip of her finger.

She had to muffle her ecstatic little cries. It felt so good…

She couldn't wait any longer. She had to get to the high point of her fantasy, pretend the handsome dark boy was fucking her. She imagined the thickness of his hard young cock-two fingers? No, three. She opened her legs wide, slowly eased her stiff fingers into her cunt-hole Scalding scream boiled around her fingers, and she flit the red-hot silky lining of her cunt. She pretended the boy's cock was slowly advancing into her snatch, and she wanted to scream with pleasure, buck her hips. But, no, that would wake Bill. Damn Bill…

She pumped her fingers stiffly in her flooded little twat, pretending that the boy jerked hungrily under her-yes, under her, not on top like Bill. Dizzy pleasure melted her body, her senses. She forgot everything but the delicious fantasy-fuck, and she began to move her crotch in time to her own strokes, began to move…

"Ahhhhhh!" she wailed as the intense climax hit her.

Her lush body went into helpless spasms, and she jerked her fingers furiously in the scalding sucking tunnel of her cunt Bill sat up abruptly.

"Lynn? Lynn, what's the matter?"

She could have screamed. She was still in mid-climax, enjoying it intensely, wanting to prolong it. Instead she jerked her fingers out of her nipping little twat and quickly wiped them on the sheet.

"Ummm?" she said dazedly, pretending confusion.

"What's wrong, honey?" said Bill. "You were tossing, moaning…"

You better believe it, Lynn thought wistfully.

"Dreaming," she said sleepily. "Nightmare. Okay now."

She rolled over with her back to him and pretended to sleep.

Seven o'clock came all too early. Lynn had to get up and dress for another day of job-seeking, and Bill, in his new role as house-husband, had to make breakfast and get their daughter Tina off to school.

He lounged in bed for a moment, watching his wife dress. Damn, she was beautiful-those great full melon-tits, her tight little butt, good long legs. He was lucky, and he knew it. So why couldn't he get hot for her any more? What had happened to their marriage?

Lynn was wondering the same thing as she brushed her hair and watched Bill climb out of bed and take off his pajamas. He had a great body, he was well-hung, he was a nice man… Why couldn't she get excited about him? Why was she looking forward, with the excitement of a schoolgirl, to prowling the streets and gawking at strange men?

They all met in the kitchen, Bill in jeans and T-shirt, Lynn all dressed up in a smart pantsuit, and Tina in her baby-doll nightie.

"Is that what you're wearing to school?" Bill teased.

"Oh, Dad," she said sleepily, "I'll get dressed after I eat."

She wandered to the table, still a little punchy from sleep, and Bill followed her with his eyes. It had suddenly dawned on him that his daughter had turned into a sexy young woman.

Tina was petite, slim, and her brown hair was lighter than her mother's. She had wide green eyes, turned-up nose, an elfin look; Bill was used to all this, but this morning he found himself suddenly aware of her delicious round butt and the saucy little points of her tits. Those boobs bounced slightly as she walked, and through the thin material of her nightie he could see the pink nipples.

He felt his cock harden.

Blushing, he turned back to the stove and tended to the eggs. Christ, he must be hard up if he started getting turned on by his own teenage daughter. Yet he couldn't deny that Tina was a delicious little piece "I've got to run," said Lynn. "See you both at dinner."

"Bye, Mom,"-said Tina, accepting a kiss on the cheek.

As Lynn hurried out of the room, Tina smiled happily. She was alone with Dad at last. She loved both her parents, but she was beginning to love Dad in a strange and exciting new way…

CHAPTER TWO

It was almost three in the afternoon, and Lynn was dead on her feet. Another fruitless day of job-hunting had brought her near despair. Somewhere in this crummy city there had to be work, even washing dishes, if she could only find it.

She was just leaving the fifth employment agency she'd seen that day, when one of the girls called out to her, "Oh, Mrs. West, wait! This just came in.

Lynn hurried back and got the address of the opening. It was a place called the Pussy Cat Club, and she was to see the manager, Ed Green. Her duties weren't specified, but she didn't care, as long as it meant money. She'd probably be a cocktail waitress, not the greatest job in the world, but better than nothing.

The Pussy Cat Club was located in a seedy part of town, in an old building recently remodeled. Lynn's heart sank when she read the sign over the door: "Pussy Cat Club-Massage and Amusements." She didn't know how to massage, and she didn't want to be part of the amusements.

She went in anyhow. She and Bill and Tina had very little money left, and it was vital for her to find work, whether she liked the work or not. She would learn to massage and to do whatever else the job required. She would do it for Bill and Tina.

There was a small waiting room with two doors. One read: "Ed Green, Manager." Lynn knocked at that door.

"Come in," called a rough masculine voice.

Lynn entered the smoky office and saw a balding middle-aged man sitting at a desk. He was wearing a fancy Italian suit and smoking a cigar that made her eyes water.

"Yeah," he said, "what can I do for you?"

"I-I understand you have a job opening," Lynn said.

He raised an eyebrow. "I just sent that notice out. Didn't expect such fast results."

"I'm desperate for work," Lynn confessed. "I don't know how to massage, but I learn fast. I can learn anything.

"Well, I dunno," said Ed Green. He eyed her, looking her slowly up and down.

Lynn's heart sank. What if he found her too old? She was thirty-three, after all, even if she didn't look it. She straightened up, smiled, tried to be as attractive as possible.

"It ain't your looks," said Green, as if reading her mind. "You're a knockout. But you seem pretty tame for this kind of work. You sure you can handle it?"

"Of course," Lynn said confidently. In fact she had no idea what he meant. She didn't see how massage could be that difficult.

"Okay, we'll give you a try," said Green. "The pay is three hundred a week, but I'd want you to work evenings. Every night from eight to one, with Monday and Tuesday off"

She felt excited again. All that money for so little work!

"What's your name, doll?" said Green.

Lynn quickly decided to lie. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't want Green to know much about her. "Miss Lynn West," she said.

"Age?"

"T-Twenty-seven." She decided she could get by with that.

"Address?"

"I don't have a permanent address yet," she said. "I'll let you know when I do."

"Okay, good enough," said Green, tossing his pen aside. "Now I'll show you how to massage. Take off your clothes."

Lynn stood there and gawked at him. "What?"

Green sighed. "Look, like I was saying, maybe you ain't cut out for this work. If you'd rather skip it…"

"Oh, no," Lynn said quickly. "I just didn't hear you, Mr. Green."

"Call me Ed," he said, grinning. "And take off your clothes."

Blushing furiously, Lynn began to undress. It occurred to her that no one but her husband had ever seen her naked. She was also wondering why she had to be naked for this training-but she wasn't going to ask any more questions. She had to have this job.

Ed Green lounged in his chair, puffing on his cigar, watching her lazily as she took off her clothes. His eyes widened appreciatively when Lynn removed her bra and her big melon-shaped tits bounced free. When she was completely naked, he nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll do fine," he said. "Get on that table over there, and I'll give you a crash course in massage. We don't really require anything fancy here. It'll be easy to learn."

Lynn lay face down on the special massage table. She was glad she didn't have to expose her naked pussy to this strange man. Green got rid of his cigar and came over to the table.

"First we give a little rub-down just to get the customer relaxed," he told her.

His hands were firm and competent as he began to knead her back. Lynn took note of what he was doing, and she saw how easy it was. She also knew how good it felt. Her body went limp and relaxed.

"Okay, now turn over," said Green.

She wished she didn't have to. When she rolled over on her back, he frankly ogled her big thrusting tits and the neat triangle of her beaver. "Nice," he remarked, "real nice."

"Uh, thank you," Lynn said awkwardly.

"Don't thank me," said Green. "Thank Mother Nature. Now, this ain't easy to show, since you're a woman, but I'll give you a rough idea of what the customers want."

He started with her shoulders and arms, kneading her into pleasant relaxation. She tried to pretend she was a man, following his movements. That wasn't easy when he got to her tits. He made circular motions with his palms, being careful not to hurt her, and Lynn felt a strange excitement at having him touch her jugs.

"If you were a guy, I wouldn't be so gentle," Green said. "You get the idea?"

Lynn nodded. He worked on down till he was almost touching the fine fur of her crotch. "You ain't got the apparatus," he chuckled, "but if you did, I'd massage you there, too. Got it?"

Lynn nodded, blushing deeply. She was expected to massage the customer's cock as well! She didn't know if she could do a thing like that.. But she thought of the money, and her family, and she decided that she could overcome her modesty.

"All right," said Green, "now you show me what you learned."

Right in front of her, he began to undress..

Lynn's heart pounded. She'd never seen a man naked before except her husband. She hoped she wasn't gawking too much.

Green was extremely hairy. Every bit of his body seemed to be covered with a wiry fuzz of black hair. He was stocky, not badly built, but just getting a small paunch. She glanced briefly at his cock. She knew she shouldn't look, but curiosity overcame her. His limp prick wasn't as long as Bill's, but it seemed thicker. She blushed and turned away.

Green hoisted himself up on the table with a grunt. "Okay," he said, "I'm a tired businessman, and I wanta get the kinks out. Show me what you can do."

She laid her hands on his shoulders, and she felt.

An electric shock of strange excitement. She'd never touched any man but Bill… She set to work, imitating what he'd done to her. Occasionally he grunted an instruction: "Harder… Faster!"

He rolled over when she was done with his back. Trying not to gawk at his prick and balls, Lynn set to work, starting with his shoulders again.

"Good," Green muttered. "Yeah, you got the idea. Fine, just keep going."

She noticed that his half-closed eyes were focused on her gently bouncing tits. She also noticed that she was getting closer and closer to his thick-furred crotch. Her hands trembled.

"Don't stop now," said Green when she had reached his lower belly. "Do what I told you.

She would have to pick up his cock, rub it. It was now or never. She wondered if the job was worth it-and she decided it was. For three weeks she'd been pounding the pavement along with hundreds of other unemployed people, and she knew how hard it was to find work. This job paid well and had good hours. She'd be a fool to blow it.

Flushing, she forced herself to look at his thick hairy crotch, his limp worm like prick and flaccid rosy balls. She picked up his cock.

"That's right," said Green, "don't be afraid to look. The customers like it when you look."

His prick was soft and warm in her hand, not at all unpleasant to touch. The only problem was, she didn't know what to do with it. It wouldn't hold still for a rough massage.

"Pump it," said Green, again reading her thoughts. "Pump it in your fist."

Lynn felt acutely embarrassed as she began to rub his doughy warm dick between her fingers. What in God's name was she doing here, anyhow, frigging a perfect stranger? For frigging was what it amounted to. She couldn't pretend it was a massage.

Green grunted his satisfaction, and a lazy smile played over his homely face. He reached out with one hand to touch Lynn's big dangling tits, and she gasped and flinched. Green frowned.

"Hey," he said, "that's part of the service. I warned you it might be a rough job. You gotta remember-the customer is always right. If he wants to play with your boobs, you let him."

Lynn nodded nervously. She supposed it was part of the job, like a waitress getting her ass pinched. She didn't like it, but she'd endure it.

Green cupped the big full tit nearest to him, gently squeezing it, rubbing the pert brown nipple with his thumb. Lynn had to admit it felt nice. She went on pumping his cock, sliding the loose silky sausage back and forth in her fist.

"Faster," said Green, "but not too hard."

Lynn obeyed. In a moment she felt his prick getting hard in her hand. She blushed deeply but kept on pumping. Was Green aware that he was getting a hard-on? She glanced at his face. He had his eyes shut and was smiling. He kept squeezing her lit. He was aware, all right.

Wide-eyed, she watched his cock get full.

The doughy little worm twitched and lurched in her fist, coming alive. It grew longer, much longer, and got very thick. She felt it hardening, the skin stretching and tightening. Soon his prick had a life of its own, struggling to stand, to escape her curled fingers. The knob grew fat and engorged, a deep reddish-purple.

"Okay, faster, and hold it tighter," Green instructed.

Lynn's face grew scarlet. It was finally dawning on her that he wanted her to jack him off!

Well, she'd gone this far. She might as well continue. To tell the truth, it wasn't unpleasant. She liked the way he played with her tits, softly, teasingly, and she got a thrill out of pumping his cock. She began to frig him faster…

The door opened, and a girl walked in.

Lynn gasped and stopped pumping, but Green gave an impatient poke with his cock, indicating that she was to continue. She did, but her face was red with embarrassment.

The newcomer was in her late twenties, blonde and stacked. She glanced idly at Green and remained perfectly cool, as if nothing unusual was happening.

"New girl?" she said, popping her chewing gum.

"Yeah," said Green. "Hazel, this is Lynn."

"Hello," Lynn said nervously.

"Hi ya," said Hazel. "Say, has my uniform come back from the cleaner's yet? My old one's filthy."

"Yeah, it's in the closet," said Green. "Pick one out for Lynn, too. Whatever size you think is right."

Hazel laughed. "She's gonna have the same problem I got-none of 'em are big enough in the chest."

Hazel went to a small closet and took out two sets of clothes on hangers. She left one on a chair and headed for the door.

"Hazel will be working nights, too," said Green. "She can show you the ropes, Lynn."

Hazel cast her a quick smile. "Yeah, see ya around."

Hazel left, and Lynn found that she'd been automatically pumping Green's cock all the while. The dark rosy cock-head was beginning to ooze sticky juice that wet her fingers and made her pumping more slick. Green's balls had swelled up tight and red.

"You're doing just fine," he muttered, his eyes blissfully closed again. "Now give it some juice, bring me off…"

Lynn again felt embarrassed and shocked, but she was determined to get the job, so she did as Green asked, increasing the speed of her flying fist, pumping him into ecstatic moans and horny twitching.

"Yeah, yeah," he gasped, "that's great… Just keep doin' it…."

Lynn couldn't believe it was actually happening. Here she was in a strange man's office, naked, jacking him off-and up to today she'd never seen or touched any cock but Bill's. She watched Green, his face reddening with pleasure, his wet tongue flicking out to lick his lips. She felt odd hot excitement in her pussy "Kleenex," Green muttered, "under the table."

Lynn took a moment to understand. Then her free hand located the tissue box, extracted one, and brought it up just in time to catch his squirting jism… He moaned hoarsely and jerked his hips, his cock writhing and contracting in her fist.

"We don't like messes," he grinned, catching his breath. "Sometimes you gotta be real quick with that Kleenex."

"I can imagine," Lynn said dryly.

Though it seemed ludicrous, impossible, she now understood that part of her job was to excite the customers and jack them off. The "massage" was just a minor part of her services.

Green sighed and sat up. "Okay, you'll do," he said. "Now I want you to try on the uniform."

Lynn picked up the clothes Hazel had left for her. There was only a pair of red short-shorts and a white T-shirt. The T-shirt was almost transparent and was labeled "Pussy Cat Club". She slipped on the shorts. They fit fine, and they clung to her pert round butt. She looked around, found her bra..

"Uh-uh," said Green. "No bra."

Lynn blushed. "But, Mr. Green-Ed. This T-shirt-you can see right through it."

He chuckled. "That's the whole idea."

Lynn put on the tight T-shirt and looked at herself in the mirror. The sight was ludicrous. Her huge tits strained at the confinement, lewdly outlined, and her brown nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.

"Great," said Ed. "Perfect."

Lynn shuddered. If she walked down the street in that outfit, she'd be arrested for indecent exposure…

"I want you to start work tonight," Ed said, "so you might as well just stick around. I'll send out for hamburgers."

"Okay," said Lynn, "but I'd like to call my house. The house where I'm staying, just so they won't expect me."

"Sure," Ed said, "Help yourself."

He left the office, and Lynn quickly dialed her home number. "Bill?" she said. "I've got a job! It pays well, too. There's just one thing, darling. They want me to work nights, and I start tonight. Yes, well, it's a cocktail lounge, and I'm a waitress. Yes, dear, I get off at one. I can make it home okay."

She hated lying to Bill, but for his own sake, it was best. They desperately needed the money, and if he found out what kind of work she did, he wouldn't let her take the job. So she gave him the name of the place but lied about its business. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him-and now they'd be able to keep up their house payments and eat decently again.

At seven-thirty that evening, the day girls got off work, and Hazel and Lynn, the night girls, started setting up the rooms. The rooms were simple, just a massage table and a place to hang clothes. Hazel showed her where all the supplies were, then left her alone to await her first customer. The customers were selected and sent in by Green.

Shortly after eight, Lynn's first customer arrived. He was a little fat man, perhaps fifty, with receding gray hair and expensive clothes. When he saw Lynn, he smiled appreciatively.

"Hello," he said. "My name's Arthur. You're new, aren't you?"

"Yes," she said, giving him a welcoming smile. "I'm Lynn."

"Well, I hope you're nicer than that bitch Trudy," he said, taking off his tie. "She was always in a bad mood. Put a real damper on things."

"I'll do my best, Arthur," Lynn said meekly. Arthur was apparently an old customer and knew just how everything should go. If she could please him, she'd be in business.

Arthur took some time to undress. He was wearing a lot of clothes, and his fatness made him move slowly. At last, with a sigh, he slipped off his shorts and waddled over to the table.

Lynn almost winced. He was hardly a desirable man. Pudgy, wormy-white, hairless… His tiny cock was absolutely limp, wiggling lewdly as he walked. With a grunt of effort, he got up on the table and lay down on his huge belly.

"Get me a drink before you start, Lynn," he sighed. "And remember-my drink is a very dry martini with lemon peel."

"Yes, sir," said Lynn.

Hazel had told her all about this. There was a little bar in the hallway, a pad for noting orders. Lynn would get a bonus for every drink she sold. She deftly made the martini, knowing Arthur would enjoy it. One thing she did know was how to-mix drinks.

He sipped the martini and gave a deep sigh. "Excellent. You may begin."

Lynn began to massage his back, the way Green had showed her. Arthur's skin was faintly damp and clammy, and she didn't like touching him, but she knew better than to show distaste. She wanted to please this man. As an old and well-paying customer, his praise would be valuable to her.

Arthur sipped his drink, wheezed, sighed, and generally seemed to be enjoying himself. When she finished with his back, he rolled over without being told. Lynn couldn't help taking another quick glance at his cock. She'd seen so few of them.

It was just as she remembered it-tiny, pale, limp. It seemed no bigger than her middle finger. Poor Arthur. Oh, well, he seemed to be having fun. He was smiling blissfully, his little piggy eyes closed.

She worked slowly down from his shoulders. When she approached his crotch, she began to feel nervous and embarrassed, and she hoped it didn't show. She gawked at his tiny red balls, limp and empty, and at the little worm-like lump of his prick.

"Start slowly, dear," Arthur muttered without opening his eyes. "Just pet it."

Lynn's face went beet red, but she quickly obeyed, slipped her hand under his drowsy little prick, letting it lie on her warm palm. With her other hand she gently petted the doughy little dick.

"Ummmmmm," Arthur sighed. "Nice… You have a very nice touch, Lynn."

She blushed even deeper.

My God, what would Bill say if he saw her now? She could imagine his astonishment if he walked in and found her with this fat stranger, petting his prick, deliberately trying to arouse him. If Bill ever found out what kind of work she did, there'd be hell to pay.

"Now pump it, dear. Gently," Arthur murmured.

She could see that Arthur had a favorite routine which he wanted followed to the letter. She remembered Green's remark, "The customer is always right." She did exactly as Arthur instructed.

"Lynn? Lean closer," he said. She bent farther over the table, and Arthur's little blue eyes popped open. "Roll up your shirt," he said. "I want to see your breasts."

Her face flamed, but she quickly obeyed, rolling the tight T-shirt up over her swelling tits. Arthur's eyes widened in frank appreciation. Her big olive-skinned boobs hung close to him while she worked, quivering gently. To her relief, he only looked, didn't touch.

"Now my balls," he said, his voice betraying mounting excitement. "Touch them, rub them."

Lynn hadn't expected that. She placed her free hand on his flaccid little balls and began to rub. Arthur gave a shrill squeal of pleasure. With her other hand she continued to pump his tiny soft prick.

"Oh, very nice," Arthur sighed.

Soon she felt changes. His loose flopping balls began to swell as she rubbed them, growing round and tight and very hot. His little prick twitched into, life, butting her palm, fattening. In a moment he had a full hard-on, not that it made much difference. His cock was definitely small and skinny.

"Faster, Lynn," he crooned. "Pump me faster now…"

She obeyed. Again he gave a shrill squeal of bliss, and sticky cock-juice began to bubble from the little slit of his swollen red cock-head. She smeared it on her palm to make her pumping swift and wet and slick. Her hand flew…

"Oh, yes," Arthur gasped, "YES! Keep frigging me, dear. That's beautiful!"

She obeyed, and with her other hand she pumped and squeezed his hot little nuts. Though Arthur was no Mr. America, she found herself getting excited, aroused. Always she'd wanted to play wickedly with Bill's cock and balls, but he wouldn't let her. He said only whores did that.

Well, now, in a way, she was a whore. A high-priced kinky whore who was paid to jack men off… And she didn't really mind. It was kind of a kick. She was getting to do things she'd only dreamed of before.

Arthur was red-faced with horny enjoyment, grinning very broadly as she hand-fucked his stiff little dick. All the while he gawked at her huge swinging tits, only inches from his face, as if he longed to touch those long ripe melons but was too shy.

Suddenly his pudgy little hand shot out to cup her tits. He squeezed, sighed-and Lynn was almost too late with the Kleenex. Almost the instant he touched her tits, he came, his creamy jism blasting from his small jerking cock. She whipped her hand off his balls, seized a tissue, and caught his squirting cum.

"Awwwww!" Arthur bawled. "Awwwww!"

Afterwards he looked almost shy about his outburst. He sat up, patted her butt, and got off the table to dress. Lynn busied herself putting a clean sheet on the table.

"I think you did very well for a new girl."

Arthur told her. "You could be more-well, inventive. But for the first time, you were very good." He handed her a five-dollar tip.

"Why, thank you, Arthur," she said, genuinely pleased.

"I tip more when the circumstances call for it," he said mysteriously. "See you next week, Lynn."

Wednesday was a slow night, and there was only one more customer. Hazel handled him. Later she and Lynn took a break and had a beer. "Who'd you get?" Hazel asked. "Arthur? How was he?"

"Oh, he was very nice," said Lynn.

"Yeah, ain't he a lamb?" Hazel sighed. "I wish they were all like him. That bastard I had tonight. Boy! I got a sore throat. He don't know from gentle."

"I don't understand," Lynn said innocently. "How could he give you a sore throat?"

Hazel gawked at her, then cackled. "Honey, where've you been? Don't you know this ain't really a massage parlor?"

"Well, yes," Lynn said, blushing, "but I thought we only had to-well, jack them off."

Hazel sighed. "Oh; no, honey, that ain't the half of it. We gotta suck, fuck, strip-whatever the customer wants. To be blunt, this ain't nothing but another cathouse."

Lynn stared at her.

She didn't know-really didn't know-if she could handle this job after all.

CHAPTER THREE

Bill hung up the phone and frowned. He was glad that Lynn had found a job at last. Their finances were desperate. But a cocktail waitress? He didn't like the sound of it at all. He could see leering drunks making passes at his beautiful wife.

"What was it, Dad?" Tina asked. "Was that Mom?"

"Yeah, honey," Bill said thoughtfully. "She's found a job. But she'll have to work nights. Starting tonight."

Tina couldn't bring herself to express regret. On the contrary, she was delighted.

Her mother had already told her the basic facts of life, but the things Tina really wanted to know about were the things Lynn was too embarrassed to talk about. Specifically, Tina wanted to know how it felt to fuck.

She remembered asking her mother about that, and how Lynn had blushed and gotten so flustered.

"Tina, dear," she said, "I wish you wouldn't use that word."

"What word, Mom?" said Tina.

"You know," said Lynn, avoiding her eyes.

Lynn had hedged. "You'll find out when you get married, dear."

Married? Hell, they wouldn't even let her date yet!

Tina was annoyed and frustrated. It seemed like such a simple question. It concerned a basic act that everybody participated in. Yet she couldn't get any answers. Nobody would tell her how it felt to fuck.

She figured she'd have to find out for herself Since Dad and Mom absolutely refused to let her date till she was sixteen, she'd have to find some other way of getting a male partner, getting him to fuck her, so she could find out all about the great mystery of sex.

It finally occurred to her that there was a very attractive male readily available to her any time of day-Dad. She wouldn't mind getting it on with Dad, not at all. She'd always thought he was the most attractive man in the world.

Now she had her chance. With Mom working nights, Tina and Dad would be alone together every evening..

"Well, let's make ourselves some dinner," Bill was saying. "I can cook, and you can wash the dishes. I guess that's the way we'll have to run it from now on, with your mother working."

"That's all right, Dad," Tina said sweetly. "We'll manage."

While they fixed the dinner and washed up, Tina contrived to rub against her father a lot. Now she could really appreciate the trim hardness of his body, his healthy masculine scent, and his dark good looks. She envied her mother. It must be wonderful to have a lover as handsome as Dad.

"Have you got homework?" Bill asked.

"Nope," Tina lied. She could do it tomorrow in study hall. She didn't intend to miss a second of this evening alone with Dad.

"Then let's watch a little TV," said Bill. "There's a good program tonight on African wildlife."

African wildlife, indeed. Tina wanted to have a little wildlife of her own.

But she humored him, went to sit beside him on the couch. She snuggled up against him, just like she used to do when she was small.

Absently Bill put his arm around her shoulders and watched the program with great interest. Tina watched him with great interest. She was dying to know what he-or any other man-looked like with his clothes off She was especially interested in seeing a grown-up cock.

She'd seen boy pricks before. The kids in grade school were always showing off. But when she got to high school, the boys suddenly became modest. Nobody pissed on the school grounds any more or flashed in the halls. All Tina knew was that cocks got bigger, just like the rest of a boy's body.

She and her girl friends had long discussions about what cocks looked like and how big they were. Nobody could agree, because nobody had actually seen one. Oh, Sheila Smith said she'd accidentally seen her father going to the bathroom, and that his peter was a yard long-but nobody believed her. If it was that big, where would he keep it?

These and other questions burned in Tina's mind. Her curiosity about sex was at fever-pitch. If only she could persuade Dad to enlighten her… She snuggled closer to him, placed her hand on his thigh, and affectionately rubbed him.

Bill pretended to be totally absorbed in the television show, but in fact he was wondering what in hell had gotten into his daughter. She hadn't cuddled with him like that since she was small, and, frankly, he considered her a little too old for that stuff.

He could feel one sharp little tit poking his side, feel the warmth of her silky bare thigh against his leg. Then she put her hand on his thigh and began to rub him. Christ, it was upsetting. She was a sexy teenage girl, and he couldn't help noticing.

He was too vulnerable. He hadn't been fucking Lynn very much in the past few years, because it wasn't that exciting any more. Consequently he seemed to be horny all the time. And he had this fixation with young girls. Whenever he thought of fucking, he always fantasized beautiful girls…

Bill snuck a glance at his daughter. She was wearing a very short blue skirt and a very tight blue sweater. It was easy to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. The hard little points of her nipples stuck out wantonly. As she watched the TV, her little pink tongue crept out now and then to lick her pouting red lips.

She was very beautiful and sexy as hell.

Bill began to lose interest in the program. All he could think of was fucking, sexy young girls, the tantalizing nearness of his own nubile daughter. He felt himself working up to a state of agonizing horniness. Damn, it'd been so long since he'd had a decent lay.

Once he lost his job, he couldn't justify spending money on whores. So there was just Lynn, who didn't arouse him at all any more. He needed a woman, needed one badly.

He noticed that Tina's hand was making steady progress towards his crotch. He felt sweat break out on his body. This situation was getting dangerous. Fortunately the program ended, and Bill practically leaped out of his chair and switched off the set.

"Honey," he said nervously, "I think it's your bedtime."

"But, Dad!" she wailed. "It's only nine-thirty."

"Nevertheless, you have a long day at school tomorrow. You haven't been getting enough sleep. You run along now," Bill said.

He had to get her out of the room. He couldn't trust himself The girl was turning him on wildly.

"Oh, all right," Tina pouted.

He watched her turn and walk away-sweet tits jiggling, that tiny round ass going twitch-twitch as she walked. She was bare-legged, and he bet she didn't have a thing on under her skirt and sweater except a skimpy pair of panties. He thought of her delicious firm body, and he felt aching heat in his cock and balls…

"All right, West," he told himself, "this is insane. Go take a cold shower."

He did just that, When a man started getting hot for his own daughter, things were out of hand. He had to get control of himself Tina had left her door open a crack, and she watched him go down the hall to the bathroom. Her mind worked fast. She had to find some way to be with him again. Mom didn't get home till after one-there were hours yet for her to be alone with Dad. She didn't intend to waste that time.

She heard the shower running, and that gave her an idea. Quickly Tina began to undress.

There was a big full-length mirror in her room, and she observed herself in it. Really, she didn't have a bad body, even if it was immature and still developing. But could she compete with a stacked mature woman like Mom?

Tina drew her sweater off, tousling her bright curly brown hair, and gazed at her newly developed tits. They were about the size of lemons, round and perfectly firm, with cute pointy pink nipples. Nice, but not very big. She thought of her mother's spectacular huge jugs, and she sighed enviously.

She got out of her skirt and panties, then looked at herself again. Her body was petite yet definitely feminine. Her waist curved in to a tiny firm circle, her hips swelled out roundly. At the base of her belly, she was just growing a fine down of light-brown hair. It didn't quite hide the fat pink lips of her cunt. She knew Mom had a lot more hair than that, and she wondered if Dad found it attractive.

Well, her body would just have to do, because she wasn't going to grow any more tonight. She'd just have to take a chance. Naked and determined, Tina left her room and walked down the hall.

The shower was still running. Good. Dad never locked the bathroom door, so she walked right in. She lifted the curtain of the shower and stepped in beside him, nonchalantly reaching for. a bar of soap. Bill gawked.

"Hi," she said brightly, "mind if I join you?"

No answer. He was still gawking.

"No sense in wasting water," Tina said, soaping herself. "There's plenty of room for both of us in here."

Bill felt as if his throat were paralyzed. He just couldn't speak. Tina had taken him completely by surprise, and he couldn't help gawking at her delicious body. The top of her head came only to his shoulder, but, in miniature at least, she was an enticing piece of ass.

He admired the firm white globes of her cute butt, the wiggling saucy points of her tiny tits. He saw the faint down over the plump pink lips of her cunt. He wanted her desperately What to do? The right thing was to order her out of the shower, give her a lecture about the things girls should not do with their fathers. Yet it was so delicious having her sleek body rubbing against him, ogling her lovely half-formed tits He couldn't bear to send her away.

After all, wasn't he being prudish? What was so shameful about nudity? Quickly Bill rationalized the situation, buried his guilt. If they only took a shower together, no great harm was done.

"Isn't this fun?" Tina chirped.

"Uh, yeah," Bill said, his voice breaking in a horny croak. "Yeah, it sure is."

Tina took her time washing. She turned round and round in the spray of the shower, studying her father's body thoroughly. It was even more exciting than she'd imagined. He was so tall and strong, his muscles well-defined, his shoulders broad. She was turned on by the silver and black hair mat of his big chest. But the most exciting thing was her first look at a genuine grown-up cock.

There was a thick bush of curly black hairs at the base of his belly, and from that sprang his cock and balls. His nuts were as big as her fist, full and rosy, dangling obscenely as he washed. His cock looked like a fat sleepy worm, long and limp, bouncing freely with his movements.

Tina studied his dick carefully. The shaft was kind of pale, with blue veins lacing it, but the head was round and dark red. It had a small slit of a mouth. The whole thing looked huge to her. She knew that when people fucked, the man's cock went into the woman's cunt, but she couldn't imagine how that big thing would go inside her.

She should know. She'd explored her crotch with her finger, and she'd found that her cunt-hole was tight and narrow, hardly wide enough to admit one finger.

Still the idea of fucking Dad, of feeling his big pale prick inside her, was terribly exciting. Tina felt a burst of scalding wetness inside her virgin cunt.

"We better get out of here before we're waterlogged," said Bill.

He could feel himself losing control again. He had to get away from the temptation of his daughter's delicious naked body.

Tina came right after him, and they toweled off side by side. Bill was nervous. Damn it, she excited him so much, he was tempted to just plop her down on the bath mat and fuck her. But she was his own daughter, for chrissake! How could he even think of doing something like that?

"Now you run along to bed, young lady," he said.

"Okay, but only if you'll tuck me in," Tina laughed.

She grabbed his hand, pulling him along after her. They entered her room, and Tina led him right over to the bed. Blushing, he sat down beside her.

"Aren't you going to put on your nightie?" he asked.

"Nope," said Tina. "I like to sleep in the raw."

She flopped back on the bed, her cute tits bouncing like crazy, and let her slim legs fall open. Bill saw the delicate pink line of her virgin snatch, sweet and pure. For a moment he let himself imagine the exquisite tightness of that untried cunt… Then shook himself out of his horny fantasy.

"Dad," said Tina, "could I ask you a question?"

"Sure, babe," said Bill.

"What's this?"

Bill flinched with sudden pleasure. Her hand had shot right to his balls, resting there firmly, stroking them a little. It felt intensely exciting to have his daughter pet his nuts. He couldn't speak for a moment.

"Uh, those are my balls, my testicles," he said. "That's where the sperm is stored. Your mother told you all about that, didn't she?"

"Yes," said Tina, "but there's still a lot I don't know. Like this thing. What is it? What's it for?"

Bill blushed again. This time the mischievous teenager took his hand and led it to her pouting pink cunt-lips, directing his finger between the fleshy lips and onto the tiny red button of her clitoris.

"That's your clit baby," said Bill. "I guess it's good for only one thing, giving pleasure." He rubbed the moist bud to show her what he meant.

Tina's wide green eyes rolled wildly, and she gave a little squeal. "Ooohhh!" she cried. "I see what you mean, Dad. Please do that again. It felt so nice."

Bill cursed himself. He should never have touched her in the first place. He'd only been trying to explain the facts of life, and suddenly he found himself frigging his own daughter. And, God help him, he couldn't resist doing it again He plucked her tender little button up between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead it.

"Ooohhhh! Yes, Dad, yes!" Tina squealed.

She wasn't faking it. Dad's expert fingers, kneading and squeezing her tiny tender clit, were giving her the most breathtaking pleasure she'd ever experienced. If this was sex, she wanted a lot more of it!

Bill watched as he turned his daughter on. He couldn't seem to stop his wicked fingers. He saw her little red clit grow swollen and stiff and moist, saw a trickle of cunt-cream from her tiny dark twat-mouth that soon turned into a river of steamy juice. He heard her squeals of delight, saw her move her hips in a horny fucking motion…

Stop it, for Gods sake! he told himself. This is insane…

He took his hand away, and Tina sighed. "Wow, that felt great," she said.

"Well, you'll find out all about it when you get married," Bill said lamely.

That old bullshit again! Tina ignored it.

"My turn to touch you," she said, grinning impishly.

"Uh, baby, it's really past your bedtime," Bill said.

"Oh, Dad, be fair," Tina laughed. "It'll just take a second. I want to see how this feels."

Before he could stop her, she curled her tiny warm fingers around his limp prick.

"Oh, Jesus," he moaned.

And right before their eyes, he got an instant, mammoth hard-on.

Bill willed it to stop, but his cock blithely ignored him. In Tina's hand it lurched and twitched, sprang stiff and erect, bloating, swelling… The knob grew huge and purple, and the dark piss-slit oozed bubbles of glistening cock-cream.

"Wow, Dad!" Tina exclaimed. "What happened to your peter?"

Shamefacedly, Bill said, "I got a hard-on. An erection."

"How come?" said Tina. "What's it for?"

Bill swallowed hard. "Uh, well, when a man gets excited, his cock gets hard. Otherwise, he couldn't…"

"Oh, I get it," said Tina thoughtfully. "You wouldn't be able to fuck if it weren't hard."

"Where did you learn that word?" Bill asked, shocked.

"Everybody uses it at school," said Tina. Then she giggled. "Don't worry, Dad, I've never done it."

Before he could reply, she began to run her hand swiftly up and down the rigid pole of his dick, exploring its texture. Bill shuddered with pleasure. He knew it was all wrong, that he should make her stop, but it felt so good that he just couldn't bear to do it.

"Wow," said Tina, "it sure is big. And hard, and yet it's so smooth. It's really nice to touch."

Bill's brain reeled. He was getting so turned on, he was in danger of forgetting that this girl was his daughter. All he saw was the girl of his fantasies, a horny and uninhibited teenager playing eagerly with his stiff meat.

God, how he wanted to fuck her…

Tina was fascinated with her Dad's big erect dick. She liked the silky warm skin, the hard throbbing core beneath. She ran her inquisitive hand right up to the big knobby red head of his cock and felt his warm sticky juices. She smeared them on her palm and rubbed his shaft again, fast and slick this time.

She felt her virgin twat getting incredibly wet and hot and-well, how to explain that strange, impatient feeling? Her horny cunt felt like it wanted something inside. But could she possibly take that monster dick into herself? She knew she wanted to try.

"Dad," she said thoughtfully, "there's something else I'd like to know about, something Mom didn't explain.

"Sure, baby," Bill said shakily. "I want you to know the truth about everything."

"Good," said Tina, "because I want to know how it feels to fuck."

Bill gawked at her. No words would come from his throat. The girl looked completely innocent and unashamed. She really meant what she said.

"B-But, baby."

"Well-you just are," Bill said lamely. "And besides, you can't do it with me."

"Why?"

Bill blushed furiously. "I'm your father, Tina. Girls don't do it with their fathers."

"Why?"

Hell, he couldn't think of a reasonable answer. It was just what he'd been taught, that was all. Things were getting out of hand. His cock was achingly ready, thick cream streaming down the shaft. He wanted to fuck her so badly, he could have screamed. And his cute daughter was pumping away at his swollen dick, asking him to fuck her…

"Tina," he said, "that's enough. You'll just have to take my word for it. The answer is no. I'm going to bed."

He tried to stand up, but she kept a firm grip on his cock. She giggled. "Uh-uh, Dad. I'm not letting you go till you show me what it's like to fuck."

Oh, Christ, was he tempted! He imagined that wonderfully tight teenage twat of hers… But, no. Absolutely not. He wouldn't be able to live with himself afterwards if he fucked his own teenage daughter, if he took her virginity. He had to do something to distract her.

"Okay, honey," he said. "You just lie back."

"Oh, good!" Tina cried.

She was very excited. Dad had given in, and now she was going to find out what all the shouting was about, why people were so preoccupied with sex. She guessed it must be a lot of fun, otherwise people wouldn't be so obsessed with it. She lay back on the bed and opened her legs for Dad.

Bill quickly dipped his head into her steamy little snatch, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick her sensitive little red clit as fast as he could. "Eeeeeeeee!" Tina squealed. "That's wonderful, Dad! Yessss!"

Bill had never given head before, only heard about it, but he knew it would take something extraordinary to distract this hot little chick. He intended to blind her with pleasure, bring her off, and then get the hell away from temptation.

"Oooohhh!" Tina squealed. "Oohh, I just love that!"

Bill lashed his rough wet tongue around and around the hot shaft of her little clit, and he got a faceful of steamy pussy-juice in return. The girl was highly aroused, moaning, squealing, creaming like crazy, bucking her slim hips. It wouldn't take long to make her come.

But Tina distracted him. In her excitement she fumbled around till she was touching his erect and aching prick again. Her fingers curled around his cock, began to pump…

"Awwwww," Bill moaned.

He did his best to keep her aroused and distracted. He sucked her tiny hot joy-button into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue. He sucked the squirming little organ till Tina was screaming shrilly with pleasure and her cunt-juice was squirting out in hot floods.

But she never stopped pumping his swollen dick. It was a race against time, trying to bring her off before he shot his load. Bill felt sweat breaking out all over his body as he struggled not to come. He drank in her fragrant cunt-juice, sucked her little hot clit for all he was worth. He was trembling right on the brink of climax, when Tina suddenly gave a piercing squeal, threw her legs wide apart, and began to come.

"Ohhhhhhh, Dad!" she wailed. "Ohhhhh! Ooohhhh!!"

Her little hand squeezed tight around his achingly full cock, and Bill gasped blissfully as he felt himself starting to come. He clapped a hand over his squirting cock-head-what would Lynn think if she found dried jism all over Tina's bed?

"Dad," Tina said dazedly, "what happened? I felt so good!"

"You came, baby," said Bill. "Had an orgasm.

"Oh, wow," she sighed, "so that's what it's like… Man, it's out of sight."

"Yes," Bill agreed, "but now it's time to go to sleep."

He got up and started for the door. Tina was frowning. At last she said, "Hey, Dad, wait! That wasn't fucking. What we did-it wasn't what I wanted to know about."

"That's right," said Bill, "and I can't teach you. Someday your husband will."

He left her pouting. He had heavier things on his mind right now. What if Lynn found out that he'd made love to their daughter? My God…

He'd just have to trust Tina to keep their secret.

CHAPTER FOUR

When Lynn arrived for her second evening of work at the Pussy Cat Club, Ed Green called her into the office. He didn't seem happy, frowning at her as he chewed his big black cigar.

"Look," he said. "I had a complaint about you.

"A complaint?" Lynn was surprised. She'd only had one customer, fat little Arthur, and he'd seemed quite pleased with her.

"Yeah," said Green, "that customer yesterday said you weren't adventurous enough."

Lynn's heart pounded. She didn't want to lose this job. "I'm sorry, Ed," she said, "but since it was only my first night, I really didn't know what to do. How can I improve?"

Green flashed her an evil grin. "It's simple, baby. You gotta put out."

Lynn blushed. She remembered Hazel's remark:

"This ain't nothing but another cathouse." Lynn had tried to forget that remark. But now Green was reminding her.

He laughed harshly. "What's to forget? You gotta fuck if the customer wants it. You do anything the customer wants. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Lynn said miserably.

She could admit to herself that she hadn't minded jacking off Arthur the other night. It had been something she'd wanted to try, and it wasn't going too far. But to actually fuck other men? That was more than she'd bargained for.

There had to be some way around it. She planned to get the men so aroused and excited that they'd be content with a hand-job. She was bored with Bill in bed, true, but that didn't mean she was going to be unfaithful to him. She loved him and didn't want to wreck her marriage.

After her talk with Green, Lynn went back to the massage rooms to change into her costume. Hazel was there, working a big wad of gum as usual.

"Hi ya," said the big blonde. "How's it going?"

"I'm not sure, Hazel," Lynn said nervously. "Ed just chewed me out. He says I didn't do enough with Arthur. To tell you the truth, I didn't really expect I'd have to, well, go all the way with the customers. Do very many of them ask for that?"

"Nah, not too many," said Hazel. "Most of 'em are like you-they think it's just a massage place with some jacking off. They don't know enough to ask for more. But when a guy does ask, you better come across. Ed would can you in a minute if the customer isn't pleased."

"Oh, God," said Lynn. "I don't know if I can do it. I've never been unfaithful to Bill."

"Well, take my advice," said Hazel. "Do it. You need the money, and-" she giggled- "it really ain't that bad. Sometimes a girl needs a little variety, you know?"

Lynn blushed. Hazel had hit the nail on the head. If anyone needed variety and novelty, it was Lynn. Bill had fucked her exactly the same way for fifteen years. Still, she felt very uneasy about cheating on him. She really didn't know if she could do it.

Her first customer that evening was a gaunt lean man in his fifties, so silent and sour-faced that Lynn imagined he must be an undertaker. He responded with occasional grunts as Lynn massaged his cold smooth back. She wondered what he was doing here. He didn't seem the type to get aroused by massage parlors.

"You can turn over now, Mr. Hinley," she said when she had finished with his back. He was the formal type and hadn't told her his first name.

Hinley rolled over, and Lynn couldn't help gawking at his prick. Other men's cocks were still a novelty to her. Hinley was really well-hung. Even in its limp state, his long pale dick seemed huge to her. What a waste, she thought.

She began massaging his thin chest and shoulders, wishing he was friendly fat little Arthur instead. At least Arthur had let her know she was pleasing him. Hinley only stared coldly at the ceiling. He might as well have been a corpse.

Lynn's hands approached his crotch, and she felt her palms growing sweaty with nervousness. At this moment she always had a frightening fantasy of Bill walking in and catching her in the act of pumping a strange man's cock. She also felt a little prickle of naughty excitement.

She picked up Hinley's long drooping prick and laid it on the palm of her hand. Like the rest of him, his cock was cool and lifeless. She began to pet it softly but got no results. He didn't make a sound.

Christ, she thought, what does this guy want, anyhow?

The terrible notion came to her that Hinley might ask her to fuck him. She shuddered. Not with this sour-faced skeleton… She determined to jack him off quickly, before the idea entered his head.

"Uh," Hinley grunted.

Lynn had wrapped her fingers snugly around his long limp dick and begun pumping it swiftly. Remembering what she'd learned with Arthur, she used her other hand to cup his balls and gently and rhythmically squeeze them. At last Hinley showed some signs of animation. His bony face colored slightly, and the faintest smile twisted his thin cruel lips.

Lynn pumped harder. In a moment she felt his cock growing stiff and hard in her fist. Good. She'd be rid of him soon. His pale prick swelled to impressive length and girth, and she felt his huge nuts ballooning in her palm.

"Uh, uhhh," Hinley grunted.

Hot cock-juice bubbled out of his slitted knob and ran over her fingers. Lynn was very pleased with herself. She kept one eye on the Kleenex box, expecting to use it soon.

"Wait," snapped Hinley.

Lynn frowned at him. It was a bad time to stop, when she had him so near coming. "Yes, sir?" she said.

"Do exactly as I say," said Hinley, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his long yellow teeth bared as he panted. "Take off your shirt."

Reluctantly Lynn let go of his monstrous stiff prick and quickly pulled the transparent T-shirt off over her head, tousling her long gleaming brown hair. Hinley opened his narrow eyes for a glimpse of her big wobbling jugs, and he grinned wolfishly.

"Put my dick between your tits," he ordered.

Lynn felt disgust, but she obeyed. It was better than fucking him. She seized his long hot throbbing prick and eased it into the plump warm cleavage of her swelling jugs. When she leaned forward over him, her tits came tightly together to trap his cock in silky flesh.

"Good," said Hinley, his feverish eyes glued to her great melon-shaped boobs. "Now just hold still."

He kept his eyes open, much to Lynn's embarrassment, and he began to jerk his hips, working his wet drooling prick furiously in the tight hot cleavage of her big knockers. He watched his own performance, grinning wolfishly. She felt contempt for him. No doubt he couldn't get his rocks off in the normal way. He liked to humiliate women with kinky acts like this…

"Uhhhhhh!" Hinley's lean ugly face contorted with pleasure as he came.

Lynn felt his hot sticky jism on her chin, neck and tits. She resisted the strong impulse to wipe the stuff off immediately. She sensed that messing her up was part of his kick-and she was right. As Hinley slipped off the table and began to dress, he kept his eyes on her, chuckling softly at the sight of her cum-splattered tits and neck.

He left without a word.

Frowning with disgust, Lynn wiped the sticky jizz off herself and washed up. What a creep, she thought. A good honest straightforward fuck would have been less distasteful than that. Yet she still wasn't sure she'd be able to do that. She was willing to perform a few kinky acts in the course of massaging a customer, but she hadn't signed up for this job with the notion of becoming a whore.

She'd just put her T-shirt on again when the next customer arrived. When Lynn saw him, she felt instant excitement. At last, a good-looking man! She was beginning to think that only middle-aged weirdos came here.

"Hi, doll," he said. "My name's Tony."

He was about six feet tall, darkly handsome, well-built. He was a little overdressed for Lynn's taste, in a natty Italian suit, blue shirt and tie, and several glittering rings-but she wasn't going to be picky. She gave him her best smile.

"Hello, Tony," she said. "Welcome to the Club. I'm Lynn."

"A new girl, huh?" he said, looking her over appreciatively. "Well, Ed sure knows how to pick Lynn readied the table, and Tony began to undress. She stole a look. His broad tan back was clean and muscular, and as he let down his pants, she saw the neat small rounds of his ass in his tight shorts. Yes, Tony was very appealing.

"Get me a drink, will ya?" he said. "Scotch on the rocks, plenty of ice."

"Yes, Tony," she said.

Mixing the drink, Lynn felt her body stinging with excitement. She was a little ashamed of herself for getting so aroused by a customer. It wasn't very professional. But Tony reminded her of all those attractive strangers she'd been seeing on the streets lately. Every night she'd gone home and fantasized about fucking them, while Bill snored beside her. Now she actually had a chance to do it.

Lynn erased the thought from her mind. She wasn't going to cheat on Bill. But she found it hard to keep cool when she returned to the massage room. Tony was stretched out naked on the table, superbly built, tan and tightly muscled. She had the wild impulse to run her hands over that delicious tight ass.

"Here's your drink, Tony," she said. "Are you ready for me to start?"

"Yeah, go ahead, doll," he said lazily, accepting the tall drink and taking a big swallow.

She had to be honest with herself-she could hardly wait to get her hands on him. Eagerly she began kneading his shoulders, giving the best massage of her short career. Tony sighed appreciatively.

"You do a real good job, honey," he said. "You must have had some experience."

"No," said Lynn, "this is my first job."

Tony eyed her with new interest. "Oh, yeah? Well, you sure learn fast."

Massaging Tony was a pleasure, after all that wormy clammy middle-aged flesh. She could almost imagine that they were making love. As she worked her hands down his body, coming closer and closer to his taut tan butt-cheeks, Lynn felt the crotch of her shorts growing moist and hot. She imagined that Tony was an excellent lover..

Watch it, she told herself You're not going to be unfaithful…

But-oh, God, how she wanted to be…

She reached his small tight ass and began to massage both cheeks simultaneously, her hands warm and vigorous. Tony grunted and sighed his appreciation. He spread his legs a little-on purpose?-and in the shadowy space between his muscular thighs she could see the silky black hairs, the limp rosy bags of his nuts.. Again she felt a molten sensation in her crotch.

Quickly she moved onward, away from temptation, massaging his long hard legs. She noticed all the signs of hot horny arousal in herself-her tits swelling up tightly, her nipples sticking out hard and lewd under the thin t-shirt, her pussy puffing up and getting steadily wetter Stop it, she told herself. You can't. Think of Bill…

That was a mistake. She thought of Bill affectionately, but she also had a vision of his dull technique in bed. The same old thing, night after night, for fifteen years. My God, she knew there was more to sex than that. Didn't she deserve more?

"You can roll over now, Tony," she said shakily.

"Okay, baby," he said. "Why don't you take off your clothes, too? I like to look."

Lynn blushed deeply. It was the first time a customer had asked her to take off her shorts. By Ed's instructions, she wore no panties. It saved time, he said. Her hands trembled as she drew off her skimpy costume.

It was hard enough undressing in front of. a stranger, but it was also unsettling to look at Tony as he rolled over onto his back. She gawked helplessly at his broad hairy chest, his flat taut belly, and the silky nest of blue-black curls between his thighs. And his cock.. Oh, God He wasn't as well-hung as that creep Hinley, but Tony's cock somehow seemed much more attractive to her. Clean, pale, unwrinkled… He didn't have a hard-on yet, but she felt a frantic urge to make him that way. His balls were pretty, too, soft and rosy and clean. It was hard to ignore them, to start her massage at his shoulders.

As she approached him, Tony frankly ogled her lush naked body. He grinned appreciatively as he watched her huge creamy tits swaying, and when he glanced at the neat little triangle of fur over her cunt-mound, he licked his lips.

"Baby, you are really built," he said. "Like I said, Ed sure knows how to pick em.

"Thank you, Tony," Lynn said weakly.

The way he looked at her, without disguise or shame, was really turning her on. She felt a sudden burst of hot juice from her cunt, and, with flaming face, she jammed her thighs together. It would be so embarrassing if Tony saw pussy-juice streaming down her legs!

He chuckled softly when she blushed. "You really are new, aren't you?" he said. "How long you been on the job?"

"This is only my second night," said Lynn, leaning over him to begin massaging his shoulders.

Tony reached out and cupped her big swinging tits, molding them softly and expertly. Lynn barely suppressed a deep sigh of pleasure. He rubbed his thumbs teasingly over her big tender brown nipples, and she felt such hot heady pleasure in her pussy that she could hardly keep from trembling.

"Any of the customers ask you to go all the way yet?" he inquired.

Again Lynn blushed furiously. "N-No," she said.

She could tell by now that Tony was highly aroused by her innocence and inexperience. His hands grew hotter on her tits, and he massaged them eagerly while she massaged his shoulders and chest. An attractive young man like Tony must have had every professional girl in town, Naturally he'd be excited about something new "What'd you do before this job?" he said..

"Nothing," said Lynn. "I mean, I was a housewife."

She regretted saying that. Even Ed didn't know she was married. She wanted to keep her family out of this. Tony's hot expert hands on her tits were driving her wild, fogging her brain "Oh, yeah?" he said, obviously interested. "You ever make it with anybody but your old man?"

"No," Lynn said nervously, and she was tempted to add that she had no intention of being unfaithful. But somehow the words wouldn't come out.

To her relief, Tony didn't pursue this line of questioning. He only nodded, then lay back to enjoy her massage. She was moving down his body now, too far for him to play with her tits. She massaged his hips and belly briefly, and she could feel her hands beginning to sweat as she approached his cock.

A man like Tony must have had the best in professional services. Lynn was afraid she'd be too dull and clumsy when it came to jacking him off. Nervously she folded her fingers around his soft warm dick and began to pump it gently.

"Is this how you want it, Tony?" she asked. "If you'd like something else, just tell me. I'm still learning."

He looked her in the eye, ginning slightly. "I like it that way," he said. "You know, I could just go to a cathouse and get my rocks off, but that can get boring. I like somebody different. You're different, Lynn."

She managed a smile. It was a relief to know that he wanted her to be clumsy and inexperienced. Still she felt nervous. In fact, silly as it seemed, she felt like a virgin. Tony must know everything there was to know about fucking and sucking, but her experience had been so limited…

He kept watching her, and it was hard to concentrate on her work. She had his limp pale cock firmly grasped in her little fist and was pumping it steadily, swiftly-but her motions were mechanical, her mind far away. She was imagining a bedroom instead of a massage room, Tony caressing her, slipping between her thighs.

More hot pussy-juice squirted helplessly from her aroused cunt and trickled down her thighs. Lynn was glad Tony couldn't see it. She was ashamed of her uncontrollable arousal. She couldn't seem to stop her wicked thoughts. Yielding to impulse, she snuck her free hand under his warm rosy balls and began to massage them. They felt nice-silky and clean.

"Yeah," Tony sighed, "that's good, baby. Play with my nuts."

Lynn tightened her hand around his soft throbbing balls, not enough to hurt, but enough to make him snort with sudden pleasure. She pumped his cock faster-but not too fast. She was in no hurry to bring Tony off. She couldn't get enough of touching him.

She felt his cock twitch in her fist, felt it swelling up fat and tight, forcing her fingers farther apart. Looking down, she watched the dark-red head of his prick creeping out of her fist as his cock lengthened into full erection. A dizzy wave of longing came over her, and she felt her pussy suddenly soaked with steamy juice.

Lynn shook her head, making the dizzy spell pass. She was supposed to be a professional, not an inept horny housewife. She noticed that glistening pearls of cream were starting to bubble from the piss-slit of Tony's rosy cock-head, and she quickly smeared the stuff onto her fingers. With that hot lubrication, her pumping became even faster and slicker.

"Nice, baby," he sighed, "real nice. Don't bring me off yet, though. Take your time. Yeah, that's it. No hurry."

Lynn's fingers were trembling as she pumped his stiff slick dick in slow teasing strokes. Cream poured steadily from her aroused and aching little twat, soaking her thighs. She could no longer deny that she wanted to fuck this dark handsome man, wanted it urgently-but her conscience told her it was all wrong. She was a married woman, she loved her husband Dear, dull Bill. Oh, God, if only he'd tried to keep her interested, if only he'd brought a little novelty into their lovemaking. Then she wouldn't be creaming and panting for this stranger, powerfully tempted to break her marriage vows…

"Okay, now get up on the table," said Tony.

"What?" said Lynn. Lost in her guilty thoughts of Bill, she'd only half heard him, didn't understand what he wanted.

Fortunately Tony wasn't pissed off. He grinned and said, "Oh, yeah, I forgot-you never did this before. Well, I just want you to get up on the table, over me, and go on with what you're doing."

Lynn got the idea, and she blushed. She climbed up onto the wide massage table and straddled Tony, a knee on either side of his trim hips. Her naked exposed pussy was so close to his stiff drooling cock… Lynn was both embarrassed and aroused. Tony appreciatively eyed her big swaying tits and her neat little brown beaver as she began to pump his cock again.

Lynn avoided his grinning look. She kept her eyes down, but that wasn't much help, because then she focused on his cock. It was rampantly stiff, the dark red knob gleaming with his juice. His rosy balls were swollen up tight, hot and pulsing. She imagined that beautifully rigid cock slicing into her, filling her seething starved cunt…

At the very thought of fucking him, her horny little twat produced a flood of steamy cunt-cream, and before Lynn could do anything about it, the sticky hot stuff dripped out onto Tony's cock.

She flushed deep red and wanted to die of shame. Nothing could have revealed her wicked lust more vividly than to cream right onto his dick!

She looked up, her face scarlet, and found Tony grinning at her. He seemed really pleased.

"It's really turning you on, huh, doll?" he laughed. "Well, let's do something about it. I could really dig balling you.

Lynn swallowed hard. Her famished cunt said yes, yes, yes-but her stern conscience told her that it was wrong to cheat on her husband.

"Tony," she said shakily, "I've never been unfaithful to Bill before. I don't know If I-"

He interrupted her. She could see that he was struggling to be patient but that his good humor wouldn't last long. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, with no arguments.

"Look, baby," he said, "your husband doesn't ever have to know. Neither of us are gonna tell, right? Besides, I paid plenty for this, and I want my money s worth. Ed wouldn't be too happy if I told him you didn't do your job."

His threat convinced her. No matter what her conscience told her, she needed this job, needed the money desperately. Lynn forced herself to stop thinking about right and wrong, about the consequences. She had to do what Tony wanted.

"I'm sorry, Tony," she said meekly. "You're right. I'll do whatever you want."

"That's better," he said, grinning. "Go ahead, baby-put it in."

She couldn't stop blushing as she seized Tony's swollen creamy prick and eased the blazing hot head into the slick little mouth of her cunt. The word "adultery" rang in her mind-but the moment she felt Tony's hard fat cock-head entering her cunt, she could think of nothing else but the stunning pleasure it gave her. Oh, God, she was long overdue for this…

"Ooohh!" Lynn crooned.

"Yeah, yeah," Tony panted. "Take it, doll. Take my cock all the way..

Lynn held herself rigid and quivering over him while Tony slid his hard hot meat into her fuck-hole, taking his time, savoring her reaction. She whined and moaned helplessly as his thick cock slowly stuffed her horny little twat, and her pussy-cream boiled hotly around his rod.

"Ohhhhhh, God," she whimpered, feeling his hard hot cock-head coming to rest against her womb. Her cunt blazed with arousal, nipping and creaming all over his deep-thrust meat.

"You like it, baby?" Tony said hoarsely.

"Yesssss," Lynn whined.

He began to fuck her in hard short strokes, and Lynn simply lost all control of herself. It felt so damned good, she couldn't stifle her reactions. She grinned lewdly, grinding her steamy pussy around his jerking meat, and she creamed in shameless floods. She whimpered and squealed and gasped.

"Yeah, you like it," Tony chuckled. "You really needed it, I can tell. Your old man ain't doing his job in the sack."

Lynn didn't reply. She wasn't going to betray Bill's faults. But it was hard to think of Bill at all right now. She experienced only Tony's wonderfully stiff hot prick jabbing and sawing in her hot, wet cunt. She needed it; oh, God, how she needed it.

"Ummmmm" she walled, "yesss, Tony, yesss! it's sooo good. Do it to me, do it to meee!"

Tony grinned appreciatively. This new girl was a real turn-on, her big swollen boobs bouncing crazily, her lovely face contorted with lust. Best of all, she wasn't faking. She was really digging his fucking. No woman could fake a torrent of cunt-cream like that..

"Oh, God," Lynn whined, "I love it, Tony! Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck meee!"

CHAPTER FIVE

The moment Tina came home from school that day, Bill began to feel uneasy. Last night was like a nightmare to his guilty mind. Had he really fooled around naked with his own daughter, frigging her into orgasm? Would the impish teenager remind him of it? He felt so terrible about it, he just wanted to forget-and he wanted Tina to forget, too.

At first it seemed as if she had. She headed straight for the kitchen, got herself a snack, and began to tell Bill about her day at school. She sounded like an adolescent-some boy had passed her a note; a teacher had almost made her stay after school; she was afraid she would flunk Spanish.

Bill listened with relief. This sounded more like his daughter. That vixen who'd climbed into the shower with him last night was not Tina. He wanted her to be like she always was, innocent and naive and girlish.

But Tina was a lot smarter than Bill thought. She knew her Dad was nervous about what had happened last night and that it would be a mistake to come on heavy with him. She must wait for the right moment, put him at ease. For Tina had no intention of forgetting the incident. She wanted to repeat it, to have more of that strange exciting play with her father..

She held herself in check till after dinner, though it wasn't easy. Her little body burned with lusty curiosity, and she couldn't help imagining another encounter with Dad. Last night he'd only played with her pussy. That had been a lot of fun, but what she really wanted was to go all the way with her handsome father.

She just had to know what fucking was like…

After the dishes were washed, Bill took refuge in his favorite chair and pretended to read a book. Tina came and sat on the arm of the chair and slipped her arm around his shoulders. She nuzzled her cheek against his.

"What are you reading, Dad?" she said. "Can I read with you?"

"You wouldn't be much interested in this," said Bill. "It's about car repair. I thought I might get a job as a mechanic-but I have to study for it, and that means concentration. I can't concentrate with you hanging on me, Tina. And you have homework. You said you needed to improve your Spanish grade. So you run along."

Tina went away pouting. Dad had certainly made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with her. What was he afraid of? She knew he'd enjoyed their little romp last night. She'd never seen him so powerfully excited before. Why was he refusing to have more fun?

Tina just couldn't understand adults. They had all these weird hang-ups, especially about sex. To Tina, it was very simple: If it was fun, do it. All she could conclude was that Dad was afraid of Mom finding out, but that was silly. Lynn would be gone all evening, and Tina was no fink.

She went into her room, picked up her Spanish book, and tried to study, but it was no use. There was a nagging ache in her virgin cunt that was driving her wild. She remembered the beautiful sensations Dad had given her when he played with her pussy. She just had to have more of that…

Then she got an idea. With an impish grin, Tina stripped off all her clothes, then put on a loose bathrobe of blue terrycloth that tied in front. She arranged her books at her little desk. Then she went to the door of her room.

"Dad," she called, "will you please come and help me? I just can't figure out this dumb Spanish."

She knew Bill was eager to help improve her grades. He thought she wasn't doing well enough at school. She grinned as she heard him get up from his chair, and she hurried back to her desk.

"Okay, what's the problem, honey?" said Bill, coming to stand beside her.

"It's this translation," said Tina. "I can't figure it out."

"Well, let's work it out," said Bill, leaning over her to point to the lesson. "What's this word?"

"Hmmm," said Tina. "I ought to remember that one."

She pretended to be thinking, but she was only grooving on the warmth and nearness of his exciting adult male body. As he leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back.

"You can't be very comfortable like that, Dad," she said. "Let's sit on the bed."

Before Bill could reply, Tina snatched up her book and plumped down on the bed, patting the place beside her. Bill blushed a little as he sat down. Tina cuddled close to him, so their thighs rubbed. She leaned over the book so that the neck of her robe bulged open, and she knew he could see her naked tits if he looked.

He was looking, all right. Somehow he couldn't help it. His eyes should have been on the book, but he caught himself looking down the front of his daughter's robe. Her tits stood straight out from her chest, saucy and pointy. Her nipples were a tender virgin pink. Bill felt a breathless wave of lust.

He wanted so badly to touch her again. He couldn't forget her exquisite body writhing under him when he stimulated her virgin clit. He knew she'd enjoy it again. He would enjoy it, no doubt about that.

Christ, how many times did he have to remind himself'? Tina was his daughter!

Bill jerked his eyes off her cute pink-nippled tits and forced himself to look at the Spanish lesson.

"Okay," he said hoarsely, "what's that word, Tina?"

She couldn't stall any longer. "That means 'boy'," she said.

"And this word?" said Bill, pointing.

"Ummmmm," said Tina, "I have to think."

Bill sighed. He didn't know how much longer he could stand it, sitting pressed against her delicious body, trying not to ogle her pointed tits. If only Lynn were taking care of him in bed… Then he wouldn't have this insane and wicked lech for his own daughter.

"Go on, honey," he said, "translate that word. It's an easy one. I can even remember it from my high-school Spanish."

Tina fidgeted. "I know, Dad," she sighed. "I really should recognize it. But- Oh, dammit, it's so hot in here. I can't concentrate." She set the book aside and suddenly wriggled out of her robe.

Bill gawked. He couldn't seem to help it. She looked so damned cute and enticing, her milky-white tits bouncing, and the brown hairs over her plump cunt-mound… She got comfortable, tucking one leg up under her, so that her dainty pink slit showed.

Bill swallowed hard. "Come on, Tina," he said, "let's get on with it. What's that word?"

"Oh, I get it now," said Tina. "It means 'to go'. Let's see-the boy goes "Right," said Bill. "Now the next word."

Tina knew perfectly well what the next word was, but she pretended to ponder it. Her tricks didn't seem to be working. Cuddling up close to Dad hadn't aroused him. She thought sure he'd be turned on when she wriggled out of her robe and sat naked next to him, but it was no go.

She could think of only one more thing to do.

"Okay, let me see," she said, peering intently at the book.

At the same time she slipped her hand into Bill's lap, as if absentmindedly. Her little fingers crept very slowly towards his crotch. She remembered last night, how excited he'd gotten when she touched his cock. Maybe it would work again.

Bill didn't know what to do. Tina seemed unconscious of having her hand in his lap, practically on his dick, but it wasn't right for her to touch him there. He didn't want to discourage her natural affection, but if she was trying to turn him on… Oh, Christ, what to do?

Tina's hand settled on his crotch. Her fingers kept up an absentminded massage, rubbing gently back and forth over the big flaccid lump of his cock. He could feel it, like fire, right through his pants.

He studied her face. She was frowning at the book, licking her lips, apparently completely absorbed in the lesson. But Tina was a good little actress and a mischief-maker. How could he be sure? Was she aware that she was caressing her father's cock?

"You've had long enough to think, Tina," he said sternly. "Now translate the word."

"Uhhhh," said Tina, "I think it's 'to'. And the next word is 'school'."

"Of course," said Bill. "That wasn't hard at all. Now read me the whole sentence."

"The boy goes to school," said Tina, feeling like an idiot.

It seemed ridiculous to be translating dumb sentences, when she really wanted to do something far more exciting and important. Why, when she got older she'd probably never need to know Spanish-but she'd sure have to know about fucking!

"Right," said Bill. "You didn't really need my help. All you had to do was think. Now, I have some studying of my own to do…

He started to get up, but Tina pressed her hand hard down on his crotch. Even through his pants she could feel the fat soft line of his big adult prick. She almost trembled with horny excitement.

"No, wait, Dad," she said. "Can't you help me with the rest of this assignment?"

Bill almost moaned. Her hand seemed to burn right through his pants and shorts, onto his cock. If she didn't let go, he was going to get a hard-on. He wanted to fuck-but for both their sakes, he had to get away from her.

"No, Tina," he said, "you can do it yourself We just proved that. The practice will be good for you."

It seemed like the hardest thing he'd ever done, but Bill stood up and walked out of the room. Goddammit, how he'd wanted to just throw himself on her, fuck her. She was asking for it. He knew that now. She'd deliberately tried to turn him on.

And if she wanted it, why not give it to her? Bill shook his head violently. You did not fuck your own daughter. He marched into the kitchen and poured himself a stiff shot of whiskey. He had to get control of himself.

Tina waited a moment in deep disappointment, then impulsively she leaped to her feet and went after her father. He was just being ridiculous. They could have so much fun together, all those long hours while Mom was away, if only he weren't so uptight…

Bill was draining his drink when he felt Tina's arms slipping around him from behind. He almost choked. She'd crept up on bare feet, the little imp. And she was tugging at the zipper of his fly "Tina, NO!" he said. "Goddammit, cut it out!"

She persisted, pulling down the zipper of his pants.

"Dad," she cooed, "don't be so darn silly. We had such a good time last night. I want to do it again. I bet you do, too."

He sure as hell did. For a moment Bill felt so dizzy with lust that he couldn't react, and Tina took the opportunity to reach inside his pants and stroke his limp warm cock. He shivered with pleasure when he felt her soft little fingers on his sensitive meat.

"Baby," he said shakily, "I explained it to you before. It's against the law for fathers and daughters to have sex.

"So what?" said Tina, running her mischievous little fingers over his limp silky prick. "Nobody has to know. We can have all the fun we want, Dad."

It was so tempting. Tina was right-if nobody knew, they wouldn't be in any danger. It seemed ideal, too. His wife wasn't taking care of him in bed, but he had his daughter, a lovely sexy little chick who was more than willing to relieve his frustrations. Oh, Christ, it was tempting..

"Honey, we just can't." Bill's voice was weak.

Tina paid no attention. She slipped his soft warm prick out of his pants and dropped to her knees in front of him for a better view. She let his flabby pale meat drop onto her palm, and she began to pet it.

Cocks were sort of funny-looking, she had to admit, like big lazy worms. And yet Dad's fat blue-veined dick excited her, too. She imagined it slipping into her cunt.. That would be so far-out, to finally learn what sex was all about.

Bill stood there, swaying dizzily, overcome with lusty excitement. Tina was doing what he'd always secretly wanted Lynn to do-to kneel adoringly before him, playing with his meat. Oh, Jesus, it felt nice. And it was getting him so aroused, he was close to losing control.

Obeying a sudden impulse, Tina dipped her head, stuck out her little wet pink tongue, and began to lick her father's dick.

Bill gasped and swayed.

Tina didn't know what had prompted her to do such a funny thing, but she didn't stop. It was fun. She liked the faint salty taste of his cock, liked the warm silky texture under her tongue. Also, she saw that it was getting Dad powerfully horny. He was moaning softly, his face red and contorted with lust.

Tina licked faster.

"Oh, Jesus," Bill moaned.

He was lost. All his life he'd wanted his cock licked, and to have it done by a beautiful horny girl was just too much. He leaned back against the kitchen counter and began to pant. Tina's wet slick little tongue lashed up and down the length of his excited prick.

Tina was more than pleased with the results of her daring. She'd wanted to lick Dad's big doughy prick just for fun, not realizing the effect it would have on Bill. Now she watched in delight as his flaccid rosy meat suddenly lurched into full erection.

She slipped her hand under his dark-red wrinkled balls and felt them swell up, too, going stiff and round and hot in her palm. His cock lurched away from her busy tongue, swelling, lengthening, till it stood stiff and rigid and pointed straight at the ceiling.

The dark-red head of his dick grew big as a doorknob-to Tina's inexperienced eyes-and the little dark slit of a mouth began to drool thick juice. Tina impulsively stuck her tongue tip right into that dripping hole and wriggled around, tasting his cream.

She liked the taste. She burrowed after more.

"Awwwwww," Bill moaned.

Hell, he couldn't bear to make her stop. He forgot about law and morality and incest and everything else, even the guilty knowledge that Tina was his own daughter. He knew only that a lovely little teenage girl was licking his dick, eating his cream, just like in his horny fantasies.

"Ummmmm," muttered Tina.

This funny game was really getting her turned on. She burrowed her slick pointy tongue tip into Dad's creaming piss-hole, till she had lapped up all his tasty juice. Still her mouth watered. She wanted more.

Tina knew nothing about sex, nothing about fancy foreplay. She just followed her own natural instincts-seizing her father's rigid pulsing hot dick and popping the big knobby head into her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh, Christ!" Bill yelped.

He couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming. It was his fantasy, to the letter. A greedy little chick, not content with licking his prick, popping the whole damned thing into her wet hungry mouth… Tina began to suck on his sensitive cock-head, like a baby at a nipple, and Bill damn near came in his crazy excitement.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he whined. "I really like that. Suck my dick! Oh, yeah, suck it!"

Tina was very pleased with herself. Now she really knew how to get her father horny. She had learned that he loved having his cock sucked. He was really going wild-panting, moaning, his eyes rolling crazily. Tina obligingly sucked his thick, spongy cock-head as fast as she could.

She liked doing it, too. The sucking sensation was fun, and his thick tasty cream rolled steadily onto her taste buds. Dad's big cock was so long and thick that she couldn't take all of it into her mouth, but she did her best, jamming thick prick clear back to her throat. She sucked on it greedily, wetly…

Bill had a lewd lusty grin on his face as his wicked little daughter sucked noisily on his hard cock. It felt so good, he could hardly keep from whining like an animal in heat. He knew he was going to come in her mouth, but he reasoned that that was okay. It wasn't like fucking her. It wasn't really incest But Tina had other plans. Even though completely inexperienced, she could sense that her father was near losing control, near climax. It excited her to think of getting a big hot mouthful of his jism-but not tonight. Tonight she wanted to learn about fucking.

She mustn't let him come in her mouth, then. She had to save that beautiful hard-on. She suddenly popped his enormous rosy swollen dick from her mouth. It gleamed with her spit.

"This isn't comfortable, Dad," she said quickly. "Come in my room.

Bill followed her quickly down the hall, his grotesquely hard prick preceding him. He felt foolish, guilty, but he couldn't stop. Not now. Oh, God, not now. He had to come… Anyhow; if she only sucked him off, that wasn't incest… Or so he reasoned in his feverish horny mind.

Tina hopped naked onto the bed, and Bill came right after her, clumsily wriggling out of his pants and shirt and underwear. He knelt beside her, waiting for her to start blowing him again-but instead she grinned, rolled onto her back, and opened her little legs wide. He saw the gleaming pink line of her slit.

"I want you to fuck me, Dad," she said eagerly.

Bill moaned. God knew, he wanted to, but it was the one thing his conscience wouldn't permit. To pluck his own daughter's cherry… Christ, no, he'd have to be some kind of sickie!

"Tina, no," he said gently. "It's just against my beliefs. I can't do it. Go on, sweetheart, suck me some more, and then I'll do something nice for you."

Tina pouted and made no move to pick up his achingly rigid prick, which weaved heavily from his crotch and drooled thick juice She looked stubborn.

"No, Dad," she said. "Fuck me, or nothing. I think you're being a hypocrite. If you can play with my pussy and I can lick your peter, what's the big deal about fucking?"

Bill knew she was right. If he'd obeyed his conscience, he'd never have touched her in the first place, never allowed what had already happened. He gazed hungrily at her lovely little pink pussy-lips. She was soaked with her own horny juices, too, hot and ready. Still he hesitated. Incest was an ugly word Tina saw his hesitation, and she acted before he could change his mind. She tugged him down between her legs, seized his big hot pulsing prick, and wormed the thick cock-head into the moist slick mouth of her virgin cunt. Just the touch of it made her wildly excited, and she creamed hotly all over his knob.

"Do it, Dad!" she cried breathlessly. "Oh, do it-fuck me!"

Bill was shivering with frustration. He felt the exquisite tightness and burning heat of her virgin twat all around his cock-head, and he wanted more than anything just to push his prick all the way into her cunt. Yet she was his own daughter, a virgin "Oh, Christ," he whimpered.

Tina's hungry little cunt acted of its own accord, expanding around his dick, then nipping and tugging greedily. Just the tip of his cock was in, but her horny little twat sucked at it furiously.

It was too much. He couldn't resist. With a moan of lust, Bill began easing his swollen thick meat into his daughter's steamy tight cunt.

Tina sighed with relief and joy. "Oh, yes, Dad," she said eagerly. "Yes, show me what it's like."

She soon found out. Dad's hard thick meat seemed enormous inside her hole, stretching her virgin cunt almost to bursting. He pushed steadily into her snatch, till about half his cock was lodged, and then he hit some kind of barrier. It hurt her when he poked it.

Bill saw her wince. "I'm sorry, honey," he said sheepishly. "I should have warned you. It hurts a girl the first time. I better stop."

"NO!" Tina cried. She threw her arms around him, clung to him, so he couldn't withdraw. "Do it," she demanded. "I don't care if it hurts."

And she didn't She just had to find out…

Bill jammed his iron-hard prick through the tough barrier of her cherry.

"Owwwww!" Tina wailed.

He felt her hot virgin blood pooling around his fully lodged cock, but he couldn't stop now. Her cunt was so wonderfully tight and slick and hot, such a delight to fuck, that he just got carried away. He whined lustily and began to work his stiff meat in her, sawing, probing, getting sweet fiery friction that made him dizzy with pleasure.

Tina whined softly, but she didn't let go of him. She wanted to find out about fucking, and she was determined to complete the act, no matter how much it hurt.

She realized the worst of it was over. It had hurt terribly when Dad's big hard cock broke through that fleshy baffler, but it wasn't so bad now. His cock moved in and out, in and out, and her untrained cunt gradually widened to accommodate it without pain. Her abundant cream made his flicking slick and easy.

Soon it was beginning to feel really good. Tina liked his huge dick inside her cunt, stuffing her fully, and she liked the little bursts of pleasure that came each time he thrust his prick into her, raking her horny little clit and greedy pussy-lips. Oh, yes, it felt good…

"How is it now, honey?" he panted. "Still hurt?"

"Noooo," Tina sighed. "I like it, Dad. Don't stop!"

He breathed a sigh of relief. Even though he couldn't have stopped fucking now unless somebody dragged him off, he didn't want to hurt her. He began to screw her a little faster, and Tina responded with a squeal of pleasure.

"Oh, yeah, Dad!" she cried. "I really dig that! Do it faster! Yeah, yeah! Ohhhhhh, yeah, that's really good!"

She wasn't faking it, he could tell. Her face was pink with arousal, and she grinned lustily. Her little tits were swollen up taut and horny. Her tiny hot cunt gripped and tugged at his meat, and she was creaming furiously again. She started to hunch her slim hips back and forth, in time to his strokes, and she whined and moaned her pleasure.

"Yesss!" she crooned. "Yes, fuck me, Dad, fuck meeee!"

Bill glanced down at his daughter. A virgin only seconds ago, and already she was fucking like a bunny-her little hips jerking hornily, her innocent face alight with lusty pleasure. Her hot cunt-cream drenched his dick. She loved it…

Christ, why couldn't her mother be like that? Why was Lynn such a cold fish? The marriage could have been so good, if only Lynn were as hasty and unashamed as her daughter…

But he didn't wait to think about Lynn now. He let himself go, feeling only the scalding slippery sheath of Tina's nipping cunt. He fucked her hard, without restraint-and the girl responded with a shriek of ecstasy.

"Oh, Dad, I love it!" she whined. "Love… love it. Ohhhh, you're making me come! Yes, yesssss!"

She did come, her velvety hot box gripping his cock hard. Bill gasped, moaned, and felt himself coming, too. He flooded his daughter's narrow cunt with his jism.

When he opened his eyes again, Tina was grinning at him, her legs shamelessly spread, his limp meat still inside her cunt.

"That was so great, Dad," she said, without a trace of shame. "I want to do it with you again and again.."

CHAPTER SIX

"Darling," said Lynn, "are you sure this is okay with you-me working nights? Never being here to fix your dinner?"

"It's all right, dear," replied Bill. "Tina and I make out okay."

He felt himself blushing as he said it. He hadn't meant to put it quite that way. Jesus Christ, if Lynn had any idea of what went on between him and their daughter while she was working! Maybe it would be better if she worked days, to keep him from this awful temptation But Lynn didn't notice his doubt or his blushing. She turned away with a smile. "Well, I'd better get going then," she said. "I don't want to be late."

Lynn hurried out to the car. She felt a little ashamed at her relief Guilt had prompted her to ask Bill if he objected to her job, but she was glad he hadn't expressed any dissatisfaction.

Lynn was beginning to like her job very very much.

Somehow, fucking Tony had done away with the last of her inhibitions. Since she'd already been unfaithful to Bill once, what difference did it make if she did it again? Besides, the job called for it, and she wanted to be good at her work.

Beyond that, Lynn felt sexually aroused and satisfied for the first time in years. She admitted to herself that she really enjoyed all the kinky stuff she was asked to do for her customers. She'd always wanted to know about the varieties of sex, but Bill wouldn't teach her. It made her very excited each time a customer asked for something different.

After she'd fucked Tony, she felt like there wasn't anything she didn't want to try.

When she got to the club, she went into Green's office for a clean uniform. He was behind his desk, chomping on a huge cigar, as usual.

"Hi ya," he said. "How's it going?"

"Just fine, Ed," she said cheerfully. "I think I'm getting the hang of this work."

He chuckled softly. "Yeah, so I heard. My friend Tony said you were really a turn-on."

Lynn blushed. "Tony is a friend of yours?"

"Yeah," said Green, eyeing her knowingly. "He'll be back, too. He really likes you.

"Well, I'm glad he was pleased," said Lynn.

Secretly she was alarmed. She hadn't expected her customers to blab. What if word got to Bill that his wife was a fancy whore in a massage parlor? But, no, that couldn't happen. Bill would never associate with the shady characters who came here.

Lynn took her laundered uniform out of the closet and started for the door.

"Hey, doll," said Green, "why don't you change here?"

Again Lynn blushed. The horny tone of his voice, that leer on his face, unnerved her. Could Green be making a pass at her? She knew she was supposed to do whatever the customers wanted, but did she also have to service the owner?

Not wanting to anger him, Lynn smiled weakly and began to undress. Green watched from behind his desk, chewing on his cigar, his little eyes alight with lewd interest.

"Yeah," he said, "I didn't make no mistake when I hired you, doll. I bet them big boobs drive the customers wild."

Lynn couldn't seem to stop her blushing. Something about Ed Green made her feel dirty, obscene. He didn't express a normal healthy interest in her body, the way the customers did. He made her feel like a cheap stripper.

She wanted to turn away and hide her long melon-shaped tits, which wobbled enticingly when she removed her bra-but she knew he'd be angry. With shaking hands, she eased down her panties. Green's slit-eyes followed the garment, then came to rest on the dainty brown triangle of her beaver. His wet tongue darted out to lick his lips.

"Yeah, I can see how ale Tony got off on you," he said.

Lynn felt a sudden loathing for this man, but she tried to conceal it. She reached for her uniform, but before she could put it on, Green got out of his chair and came over to her. He slipped his arms around her from behind, cupped her creamy warm tits, and began to caress them.

Lynn held herself rigidly still, trying to conceal her dislike of her boss. Green was meticulous in his grooming, obviously a clean man, and yet his hands felt slimy to her. She didn't like it when he touched her tits with his cold moist palms…

"Yeah," he breathed, "Real nice. I wouldn't mind making it with you myself, doll."

Oh, no, thought Lynn. Not you, you creep…

His clammy hands eased down her own trembling body, over her small firm waist and flowing hips. He touched her little springy beaver, running his fingers through the fine hairs. Lynn tried not to shudder.

Then his slimy hand was between her thighs, rubbing the delicate pink flesh of her snatch. She recoiled as if his hand had been a snake.

Green didn't seem to notice her repugnance. He pressed against her back, running his hand lewdly over her warm moist pussy, feeling her gash and clit. His breathing was harsh and quick.

"How'd you feel when Tony did it to you?" he whispered hoarsely. "Was it good?"

Lynn couldn't suppress her shudder this time. The man was definitely sick. "Mr. Green," she said coldly, "don't you think it's a wise policy for us not to tell tales about the customers? I mean, don't they count on us to be discreet?"

Green drew away from her. He didn't look angry. On the contrary, there was an appreciative smile on his homely face. "You know, you're a real smart girl," he said. "You're right. We don't need no flapping mouths in this business. A girl like you-well, you could go a long way. Maybe manage your own business sometime. You got brains."

Lynn imagined herself fat and blowsy and middle-aged, running her own cathouse. It made her want to giggle. She was glad, though, that she'd gotten Green's mind off her body.

She got into her uniform, and he ogled her once more before returning to his desk.

"You and me'll have to make it sometime," he said. "I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind at all. But it's time for you to get to work."

Lynn escaped from his office with a sigh of relief. She hurried down the hall-and caught big blonde Hazel sneaking a drink from the portable bar.

"Oh, dear, Hazel," Lynn blurted, "we're not supposed to drink on the job, are we?"

Hazel shrugged, downed a shot of whiskey, and said, "Oh, fuck that. With what we have to put up with, I need a drink. You oughta have one, too. You look real uptight."

Lynn shuddered. "That creep Green just made a pass at me. Does he do that very often?"

"Aw, he asks for a free piece once in a while," said Hazel casually. "You just gotta give it, that's all. He's the boss."

A free piece? That's all she meant to Green. Lynn felt dirty, cheapened. She joined Hazel, mixed herself a quick drink, and swallowed it easily.

Hazel grinned. "See? You feel better already, don't ya?"

Lynn had to admit she did. She went into her massage room and began humming while she made up the table for her first customer. She hoped it would be someone young and handsome and sexy, like Tony… At the very thought of Tony, she felt simultaneously guilty and aroused. He'd made her cheat on Bill for the very first time-and she'd loved every second of it.

To her disappointment, her first customer was not attractive at all. On the contrary, Lynn didn't think she'd ever seen such a homely man. He wasn't old, only around thirty, but he was tall and awkward and bony, and he had a face like a horse.

"Good evening, sir," Lynn said politely.

"Hello," the horse-faced man said. "My name is Harold."

"I'm Lynn," she replied. "Welcome to the Club, Harold. Would you care for a drink before we start?"

"Why, yes," said Harold. He seemed very nervous. "Something really strong, please, Lynn. I'll leave it to your judgment."

Lynn went out and mixed him a double martini. Poor thing, he seemed terribly shy and nervous.

She could understand that. He was so ugly, he must be used to being rejected and mocked by women. Lynn felt sorry for him and resolved to be extra nice to him.

"Here you are, Harold," she said, smiling broadly. "This will relax you."

"T-Thank you," said Harold, seizing the drink and downing it in one gulp.

"If you'll undress, I'll start the massage," Lynn said soothingly.

Harold blushed right down to his socks, and he turned his back on her as he took off his clothes. Lynn busied herself rearranging the table. She figured she wouldn't have any trouble with Harold. He was too shy to try anything.

She heard him approaching the table-he was breathing heavily-and she politely kept her back turned till he was lying on his belly. When she turned to look at him, she felt another rush of pity. Even his body was ugly.

Poor Harold. He was so skinny, his bones stuck out like-well, a starved horse. He was wormy pale, freckled, and almost hairless. He was blushing hotly.

Lynn laid her hands gently on his bony shoulders and began to rub him.

"Now just relax, Harold," she said softly. "Enjoy yourself. I'm here to do whatever makes you feel good."

Harold didn't reply, but she saw him swallow hard. He rested his face on his arms as Lynn continued the soothing massage of his shoulders and back. He was very tense, his muscles knotted and stiff, his back covered with cold nervous sweat.

"Is this the first time you've had a massage, Harold?" she asked.

"N-No," he stammered, "I do it quite often. B-But-well, I'm bashful with girls. I guess you can tell that-"

Lynn smiled. "That's all right, Harold. I understand. You just relax…

She worked slowly down his back, then onto his small tight pale butt-cheeks. In spite of his ugliness, she felt kindly toward him, and she wanted to do the best job possible. A loser like Harold must have very few pleasures in life. She massaged his limp ass vigorously, making his tight muscles relax. Harold sighed.

"That's very nice, Lynn," he murmured. "You're very good."

"Thank you, Harold," she said. "Now it's time to turn over.

She had never seen a man blush so red. Harold looked as if he might flee in terror. She kept a calm smile on her face as he rolled over onto his back. He clapped his big bony hands over his cock so she couldn't see it.

Lynn couldn't help laughing. "Now, Harold," she said, "you don't have to be that bashful! I'm supposed to massage all of you. Put your arms down at your sides."

He trembled but obeyed. He seemed miserable with shyness. He closed his eyes tightly.

Lynn saw that poor Harold really had something to be shy about. In her brief experience, she'd never seen such a tiny cock. Even fat little Arthur was better hung. Harold's tiny limp dick was no more than three inches long and extremely skinny. His pitiful pink nuts were about the size of ping-pong balls. Again Lynn felt a rush of pity. Poor guy, Nature hadn't given him any breaks at all.

With renewed determination to please him, Lynn began her skillful massage at his shoulders. He was still very tense, but she gradually worked the kinks out of his muscles and made him sigh with sensual enjoyment. She worked steadily down his bony pale body till she was almost touching his soft prick.

Again Harold moved to cover himself, his big bony hands fluttering over his pale dwarf of a dick. Lynn firmly took his hands and set them aside.

"Don't worry, Harold," she said soothingly. "There's no reason to be shy around me. This is my job."

She gently petted his soft little cock, and Harold shuddered violently. Again he kept his eyes tightly closed, probably so he wouldn't have to witness his own embarrassment By now Lynn was determined to give him the time of his life.

"Relax, Harold," she said softly. "This is going to feel good-very very good. I know you'll enjoy it."

She curled her warm soft fingers around his tiny limp dick and began to pump it gently but teasingly, pulling the loose skin right up to the red head, then releasing it. She slipped her other hand under his tiny pink balls, cupped them, and began to squeeze them rhythmically.

Harold sighed deeply, and a faint smile came over his homely face.

Lynn was pleased. At last she was giving him some pleasure. She pumped his tiny soft prick faster, applying more pressure, and she squeezed his red nuts more quickly. Harold began to pant.

"Oh, wow," he gasped. "Oh, golly."

He seemed to be enjoying her naughty massage a great deal, but he didn't get a hard-on. Lynn pumped and pumped, to no avail. Finally she said, "Is there anything else you'd like me to do, Harold?"

"Y-Yessss," he said. "If you wouldn't mind, Lynn, I'd like you to take off your clothes and get on the table with me.

Lynn was surprised. That was a very daring suggestion, coming from Harold. "Of course, Harold," she said. "Anything you want."

She quickly took off her clothes and got up on the table. Assuming he wanted to fuck her, like Tony had done, she straddled his skinny hips. But Harold shook his head.

"No, no, Lynn," he said, shaking with excitement. "Turn the other way. Turn around."

Lynn raised her eyebrows. She couldn't imagine why he wanted her to sit that way, but she obeyed. The customer must be satisfied, no matter what crazy thing he wanted. She reversed her position on the table, her raised butt practically in Harold's face.

"Like this, Harold?" she said.

"Y-Yes," he sighed. "That's perfect. Now just go on massaging me, Lynn."

Once more she picked up his limp little prick and flaccid nuts and applied her mischievous massage. She felt a little embarrassed, knowing her naked pussy was open and exposed to Harold's gawking eyes. She wondered what kind of kick he got out of that.

She soon found out.

A dizzyingly pleasurable sensation ripped through her body as she felt something wet and slick snaking through the plump, sensitive folds of her pussy. The moist silky thing tickled into her cunt and out again, teased the hot little nub of her clit. My God, she'd never felt anything so good…

Then she realized that Harold was licking her pussy!

Lynn's head spun with conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, she felt pussy-eating was dirty and degenerate. She'd read about it and shuddered, and it was one thing she'd never thought of asking Bill to do. Oral sex seemed so wicked to her.

On the other hand, it felt great. As Harold's big wet tongue flicked teasingly over her ever-horny little clit, circled and caressed the wet mouth of her cunt, and snaked deliciously into the plump pink folds of her pussy-lips, she could hardly keep from squealing with pleasure.

Well, hell, the customer is always right. She certainly wasn't going to protest.

Harold planted his mouth on the tiny red button of her clit and began to suck it, fast and noisily.

"Ooohhh!" cried Lynn.

Damn, that felt great. She'd never felt anything so good in her life. Maybe oral sex was a little kinky, but it sure got a girl hot. She purred, sighed, and wantonly thrust her shapely ass closer to Harold's flushed face. He sucked harder and faster on her clit, and she felt dizzy with pleasure.

"Ohhhhhh, Harold," she crooned, "that's soooooo good…"

Harold didn't answer. He just went on sucking her little hot joy-button. The noise was lewdly wet and loud. Lynn went on pumping his soft little prick and balls, but she found it very hard to concentrate on her work. Harold used his tongue to fickle the raw tip of her clit, and she moaned hoarsely and creamed a great burst of pussy-juice that soaked his face.

"Ohhhhhh, God," she wailed, "sooooo nice!"

Still he wasn't getting a hard-on. Lynn wondered what it would take, what kinky act had to be performed before Harold could get a stiff dick. She continued pumping his cock diligently, with no results. It was harder and harder to concentrate.

Harold popped. his wet lips off her clit, leaving the red organ stiff and hot and throbbing. Lynn felt his thick wet tongue sneaking lower between her thighs, into the swollen wet lips of her pussy. He began to suck her there.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Ahhhhhhh!"

She hadn't imagined anything could feel so great. She moaned hoarsely, steadily, and kept jamming her shapely ass right into his hot sweaty face, literally feeding her pussy to him. She creamed furiously, helplessly, drenching his face. She knew she was making a lewd spectacle of herself, but she just couldn't help it. Harold's expert wicked tongue was driving her crazy She felt the thick rough organ tickling the drooling mouth of her cunt, and she gave a shrill squeal of anticipation. Damn, it would feel great if he got his tongue right in there, right up her seething horny twat.

"Yes, Harold," she panted, "put your tongue in me, darling. I'd like that. Oh, God,yes!"

Harold obliged her, ramming his thick red tongue deep into her cream-soaked little cunt-hole.

Lynn groaned hoarsely and spread her thighs wider, letting him penetrate her cunt right to the root of his wet long tongue. He began to probe and tickle inside her fuck-hole, and she lost control completely.

"Eeeeeeee!" she squealed. "Yes, yes, eat me, eat my cunt!"

Harold's long fat tongue flew in and out of her steamy little twat, and Lynn simply couldn't keep her mind on his cock and balls any more. She dropped them and clawed the table in her dizzying joy. She wailed and panted, and she thought she must be drowning Harold with her flooding cunt-juice.

Just as she was on the point of coming, Harold slipped his tongue out of her drenched cunt. Lynn gave a moan of disappointment-but she wasn't disappointed for long. Harold's wicked tongue crept swiftly lower, till it tickled and rimmed the tight wrinkled brown mouth of her asshole.

"Ohhhhh, Harold, you mustn't!" Lynn gasped.

She felt his slick steamy tongue tip easing right up her asshole. It was a terrible, dirty thing to do-and she'd never felt such violent pleasure in her life. Her protest was feeble, and in a moment she was wailing and clawing the table again.

"Yesssss!!" she screeched.

Harold wriggled his long hot slick tongue all the way into her tight little shitter, right down to the root. Lynn felt the searing penetration clear to her bowels. He began to probe and tickle, and the pleasure washed over her in powerful waves.

"Ummmmm, yesss!" she sobbed. "Yesssss, lick my ass! Ohhhhhhh!"

The orgasm hit her unexpectedly. She hadn't dreamed she could come from-well, from a tongue up her ass. But she did. It was a violent climax, and her rocking body shook the table. Her voice was hoarse and lewd as she screamed her joy.

Blushing, she looked around at Harold, who had now taken his tongue out of her asshole. He was grinning proudly. All his shyness seemed to be gone.

"You liked that, didn't you, Lynn?" he said.

"Yes," she admitted, blushing deeply.

"Good," said Harold. "That's what I like to do most. That's why I come to these places. I was too shy to ask you, so I just went ahead and did it. I'm glad it was good for you.

Lynn couldn't help laughing. If he came back again, he certainly wouldn't have to beg her permission!

"But what can I do for you, Harold?" she said. "I'm supposed to please you, not vice versa."

He reddened. "Well, I really hate to ask, Lynn," he said nervously. "You might not want to. But-but I could really dig it if you sucked me off."

Lynn colored deeply. My God, she'd never taken a cock in her mouth before! She'd thought only whores did that… But, then, wasn't she a whore? And Harold had used his mouth on her. It was only fair that she reciprocate.

She tried to sound eager. "Why, Harold, I'd love to," she said.

He gave a deep sigh and lay back, ginning.

Lynn eyed his tiny limp prick. She shuddered at the thought of taking it into her mouth, sucking on it-but it was only fair. Shivering, she picked up the doughy pale little dick and brought it to her lips. Could she actually do such a wicked thing?

She had to. She didn't let herself think about it any longer. She slipped the soft warm cock between her lips and closed gently around it. It lay on her tongue like a sleepy worm. She began to suck.

"Ahhhhhh," Harold sighed. "Oh, yes, Lynn… That feels so nice."

Well, she'd been trying all evening to get his cock hard, and now she'd done it. Almost the moment his cock touched her wet hot tongue, Harold achieved a fierce erection. The tiny prick lurched sharply in her mouth, grew stiff as a board. She felt: the pointy tip jabbing the roof of her mouth. His cock-juice began to flow. To her relief, it tasted rather nice.

Lynn sucked strongly and swiftly on his rigid little dick. It was no chore. His rod was so small, she could get all of his swollen meat inside her mouth, and it didn't even stretch her lips. In fact it was kind of fun sucking Harold's fat little sausage. How she wished Bill would let her do this to him…

"Awwwwwwww," Harold bawled, "that's great, Lynn! Suck me, oh, suck me! Yes, harder!"

Lynn's glossy head bounced over Harold's crotch as she did her best to please him. Now that she'd started enjoying her work, it wasn't hard to obey. She filled her mouth with steamy saliva and let her sucking get lewdly slurpy and squishy, sensing that the obscene noise would excite him even more.

She was right. Harold squealed shrilly and began humping his bony hips, feeding his stiff little dick in and out of her mouth. His juice dribbled thickly onto her tongue, and she swallowed it with actual pleasure.

My God, if only she'd known years ago what fun it was to blow a man… She and Bill had missed out on so much. It was partly his fault, his silly belief that a good little wife shouldn't do such things. But it was her fault, too, for not working harder to change his mind.

But she didn't think about Bill very long. She was getting too excited. Cock-sucking was a sensual pleasure, a real turn-on. She got a kick out of exciting Harold into a humping, squealing frenzy. His homely horsy face was contorted in a lewd grin of lust.

"Ohhh, golly," he panted, "I'm gonna come, Lynn. Please, eat my cum.

She hadn't thought about that. Of course, if she kept his cock in her mouth, she was going to get a blast of jism. The thought revolted her-but before she could act, Harold was coming, his steamy sperm squirting right down her throat. She had to swallow it or choke.

And she found that she liked it. The whole evening, Harold eating her pussy, she sucking his dick-had been a huge turn-on.

Harold's shyness returned when he crawled off the table to get dressed. He bashfully pressed a ten-dollar tip into her hand and fled from the room. Lynn grinned after him.

Hell, this wasn't such a bad job after all. She awaited her next customer with real excitement…

CHAPTER SEVEN

Bill watched his wife getting ready for work. It seemed to him that she dressed awfully casually- just jeans and shirt and jacket. "Honey," he said, "you don't wear those things to wait on the customers, do you?"

Lynn laughed. "Of course not. I have a costume."

Bill frowned. "What sort of costume? It's not-well, indecent, is it?"

"Bill!" said Lynn. "What kind of place do you think I'm working for? Of course it's not indecent. I'm well covered."

She hated to lie to him like that, but she knew Bill would have a fit if he ever found out what she really did for a living. Still he seemed anxious. He hovered around her as she prepared for work.

"Would you like me to drive you to work, Lynn?" he asked.

"No, I'll take the other car," she said. "If you drove me, you'd have to pick me up at one o'clock in the morning, remember?"

What had gotten into the man? Why was he suddenly so concerned about her? Lynn went off to work wondering.

In fact Bill was not concerned about his wife. He was concerned about himself If he was left alone with Tina again, there was no telling what would happen. He couldn't seem to control himself around the girl.

Last night, much to his relief, Tina had gone to stay with a girl friend so they could study for exams. Tonight, though, she was home. Lynn was hardly out the door, in fact, before Tina ran up to him and hugged him. She rubbed herself suggestively against him. Instantly Bill felt the stirrings of lust.

"Oh, Dad," Tina cooed, "I'm so glad we're alone together. We can do anything we want now."

When Lynn got to work, Hazel was already there, having her usual illicit nip from the bar. "Ed wants to see you," she said.

Lynn sighed. "Oh, shit. I wonder what he wants this time? I hope he's not going to make another pass at me?"

Hazel laughed. "It comes with the job," she said. "You might as well face it. He ain't such a bad lay, either."

Lynn shivered. She didn't care how good he was; something about Green just turned her off. That dirty leer of his, those cold clammy hands… She prayed he just wanted to see her about business.

"You wanted to see me, Ed?" she said, entering the office.

"Yeah." Green got up from behind his desk and began strolling aimlessly around the little room. "I just wanted to tell you, I got a special party lined up for you tonight."

"What do you mean, 'special'?"

Green laughed. "Seems like Tony's been telling everybody about you. You even got a waiting list. Anyhow, these two guys want a double, so I fixed 'em up for tonight."

Still Lynn looked puzzled. "Double?" she asked.

Green sighed. "You sure don't know nothing about this business, do you? It means you do two guys at once. Of course you get paid extra."

Lynn stared at him: "Two at once? But I don't understand. How can I possibly massage two customers at the same time? There isn't even room on the table."

Green looked as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Jesus," he said, "do I gotta explain everything? You don't massage both of 'em at once, dummy-you get it on with both of them."

Lynn's face flamed. She'd done quite a few things on this job that she'd never done before, and she had to admit she'd enjoyed it. But always it had been with only one partner. The idea of taking on two men at once struck her as some kind of degenerate orgy.

"I couldn't do that," she said.

Green threw up his hands. "Oh, for chrissake!" he shouted. "What's the difference between one guy and two? You do the same stuff Don't be a fool. You'll get paid double for this."

Lynn shook her head. "I just couldn't," she said. "I don't believe in things like that. It isn't natural."

For a moment Green looked like he was going to hit her. He tossed his cigar in the waste basket and marched up to her, seizing her arm painfully hard.

"Look, Little Miss Muffet," he snarled, "stop this phony act. I get reports. I know what you've done. You've jacked off plenty of guys, you've flicked, you've given blow-jobs. Now don't tell me you got a bad conscience!"

Lynn hung her head. It was true. She'd done every kinky thing a paid whore would do, and she didn't feel bad about it. She'd had the time of her life. Still, there was something about Green s proposal that seemed very wrong to her.

"Please, Ed," she said, "don't make me do it. Put Hazel on that one. She's experienced. I don't think I could do any of that way-out stuff."

"Oh, yeah?" Green sneered. "You're too pure and decent and innocent, right?" He gripped her arm even harder, till she whimpered with pain. "Well, baby, I'll show you what I think of that bullshit."

He flung her backwards, onto the shabby couch against the wall of his office. Lynn landed on her back, the breath knocked from her. As she gasped for air, she saw Green starting to take off his clothes.

"N-Nooo," she gasped.

He was so hairy, so dark and ugly. He, didn't really want her, either. She could see that his dull pink cock was completely soft and unaroused. It flopped lewdly as he approached the couch.

Lynn had her breath back by now, and she quickly tried to get up. Green leaped astride her, sitting on her big cushiony tits, pinning her arms to her sides. His soft warm cock brushed against her cheek. Lynn shuddered and tried to move, but he was too heavy and strong for her.

"I'm gonna prove something to you, baby," he hissed. "I'm gonna prove you were born for this work. I've had a lotta girls work for me, but none of 'em turned on as fast as you. A real professional, she don't feel nothing-except maybe with her pimp or her boy friend. But you… You dug it with every customer you had. You're a real nymph, you know that? I'm betting you could even get hot for me." He laughed. He knew she hated him.

"No, Ed, please," Lynn whimpered. "I don't want to."

"With me, you mean?" he sneered. "Oh, yes, you will, doll. Just wait and see. You'd like it with anybody…"

Lynn tried to shut out his damning words, but she knew they were all too true. Fat Arthur, homely Harold, even that sour-faced Hinley-she'd gotten aroused by all of them. Maybe Green was right. Maybe she was a nymphomaniac… She reddened with shame.

One thing she was certain of, though. She didn't want to fuck Green. She loathed him.

"Noooooo!" Lynn writhed under him, tried to squirm away, but his superior weight was too much. He brought his sharp knees forward, trapping her head between them. She was forced to stare straight tip at his swarthy mocking face.

Green picked up his limp flushed prick and laid it on her lips. He laughed at her expression of horror and disgust.

"Stick it," he said. "Get my cock hard."

Lynn almost retched. Everything about this man seemed slimy, filthy. She didn't want to take his cock in her mouth, much less swallow his cum. She wept and protested.

"You did it for that ugly creep, what's-his-name. Harold. Yeah, you did it for him. Why not me?" said Green.

"My God," Lynn wept, "did he tell you? Do they all report to you?"

Green chuckled. "I guess it's time to let you in on my secret," he said. "It might help keep you in line. Look at this."

On the wall behind them there was a light switch-at least Lynn had always thought it was a light switch. Green flipped it to "on" position, and the wall slowly slid back to reveal four closed-circuit television screens. Each one covered a different massage room. Three of the screens were blank just then, but on the fourth one they could see Hazel briskly massaging some old guy's cock. As they watched, the old man reached out and rolled tip Hazel's shirt, revealing her mammoth swelling tits. Hazel grinned at him.

Lynn swallowed hard. In dawning horror, she asked weakly, "You watched everything I did?"

"Yeah," Green chuckled. "Everything. You come over real good on the screen, baby. You're a natural."

Lynn wept. My God, what he must have seen… Her wild ecstasy when Tony fucked her, her lewd performance when Harold ate her pussy, her shameless behavior when she sucked Harold off… She felt totally whipped, defeated.

"Okay," Green said harshly, "no more games. No more of this modesty crap. Open up and suck my dick."

She seemed helpless to protest. Green pinched her cheeks and forced her mouth open, and then he slipped his limp warm prick onto her tongue. He grinned lewdly at her.

"Do a good job," he rasped. "Get my cock hard. And if you try anything, if you bite me, I'll kill you. You know I mean it."

She knew. Green was a sadist. Most men would have been turned off by her weeping and lack of enthusiasm, but Green was stimulated by it. She began sucking his cock mechanically, tears running down her face-and almost instantly he had a hard-on.

"Yeah," he breathed.

Lynn felt her mouth suddenly stuffed with his thick hard meat. His fat shaft stretched her lips painfully, and the rigid swollen head of his prick butted her throat, almost making her choke. She kept on sucking, but if thoughts could kill, Green would have croaked on the spot.

"Faster," he commanded. "Put a little spirit in it, like you did for old Harold. You really dug sucking his dick, didn't you, baby?"

Lynn turned red with mortification. She sucked faster on his hard hot rod, and she felt his strong cock-juice start to bubble out onto her tongue. Again she almost retched.

Green laughed at her discomfort, her cruelly stretched lips, her look of disgust. He enjoyed hurting and humiliating her.

"Listen, baby," he said, "I wanta tell you something. You may have had rich parents, you may have got the idea you were better than other people-but you're a born whore. You think you're too good for this kind of work, but you're nothing but a cunt. That's all you're good for, dig it? You filthy cunt."

She glared at him with fierce hatred. Oh, God, if she didn't need this job so badly, she would have bitten his cock right off. And, damn him, he knew he was safe. He knew he had her. He could do anything he wanted to her.

"That's enough," he said.

Lynn gratefully relaxed her lips, and his rigid, spit-gleaming prick popped out of her mouth, snapping up to hug Green's hairy belly. She rubbed her aching jaws.

"Get undressed," he ordered.

"Oh, God," Lynn moaned, "haven't you had enough?"

Green slapped her. "Do as I say!" he shouted. "I said I was gonna teach you something, and we ain't finished yet. I said you'd even get hot for me. Well, I'm gonna prove that right now."

Weeping, Lynn took off her clothes. This time he didn't paw her.

He just sat on the couch and sneered, as if she were a cheap whore.

"On your back, cunt," he said coldly. "Get them legs spread."

Lynn had to restrain herself from clawing and kicking him. She wanted to batter him to a pulp. Trembling, she lay down on the couch and opened her thighs. Not satisfied, Green seized her legs, putting one of them up over the back of the couch, dangling the other off the edge. Now her legs were spread lewdly wide, completely exposing her pretty pink hair-fringed slit.

"You bastard," Lynn wept.

Green laughed sadistically. "Don't kid me, baby," he said. "You want it. A girl like you never gets enough."

But Lynn didn't want it, not from him. She didn't think she'd feel a thing except loathing. She was due for a surprise. When Green knelt between her legs and fitted the hard slick head of his cock to her moist cunt-mouth, she experienced a sudden tingle of excitement.

Oh, no, she thought, no, I can't want him to fuck me.

But then she realized it wasn't Green she wanted, but his cock. He was right; she never got enough. Years and years of dull fucking with Bill had built up an insatiable need in her pussy. Her body was making up for lost time. She struggled not to show her excitement.

Green grunted as he pushed his prick into her cunt-hole. "You're dry, baby," he said, "but not for long. We'll take care of that..

Lynn felt his long erect dick sliding into her narrow twat, and in spite of herself she shivered with horny excitement. He was well-hung, she had to admit, and he knew what to do. While she fought to hide her pleasure, Green began to saw and jab deliciously in her cunt, sending stabs of sensation through her belly that made her want to moan.

She could suppress her cries of pleasure, but she couldn't stop the telltale creaming of her hot, aroused cunt. Green felt it and grinned evilly at her.

"Yeah," he panted, "you want it, all right.."

She hadn't realized how badly she needed it. Her aroused twat juiced furiously around Green's jabbing prick, and she began to hump her hips helplessly. She panted and clawed the couch, Green was fucking her faster now, harder… It felt incredibly good.

"Whore," he gasped. "I told you. You don't care who you fuck, just so you get a cock stuck up your cunt."

She hated his words, hated him-but she couldn't bear to stop. She needed that long stiff cock desperately. She arched her body up to meet his thrusts, taking his knobby cock-head against her womb. Searing pleasure ripped through her, and as she came, she couldn't hold back her cries any longer.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Lynn shrieked. "Yes, yesssss!"

Vaguely she saw Green's leering face above her, his mocking expression, but she couldn't stop her climax. She moaned hoarsely as she came, and presently she felt his steamy cum shooting into her..

"Well," he sneered, climbing off her, "now I know what all the shouting's about. You're good, baby-real good. I might even give you a raise, If you keep pleasing the customers, that is. And if you keep pleasing me.

Lynn understood. She was to be his plaything, available any time he wanted a free piece of ass. She shuddered-but she knew she'd do whatever Green wanted. She needed the money badly. And she had to admit that she was hooked on this job because she needed the sex, too.

– When she entered the massage room, however, Lynn felt nervous and uneasy. She really didn't know how she was going to handle two men at once. Plus there was her knowledge that Green was watching her on that closed-circuit television. Damn him. She wanted to stick out her tongue at him, but she restrained herself Money, she thought, just think of the money. Bill and Tina are counting on you.

Lynn quickly changed into her uniform. She'd hardly finished before her "special party", as Green had called it, arrived.

Both men were middle-aged but not badly built. One was tall, lean, olive-skinned, and had a hawk-like face. He introduced himself as "George The other man was short, heavily muscled, and had a flat face with traces of old scars. His nose had been broken once. He called himself "Sam".

Struggling to control her nervousness, Lynn flashed them a smile and told them her name. "Would you gentlemen like something to drink before we start?" she asked.

"Sure, why not?" said George, who seemed to do the talking both for himself and for Sam. "Bring us a couple martinis."

Lynn was glad to leave the room for a moment. The men looked tough, sinister. They were just a little too flashily dressed, like Tony. They had money, but she suspected it came from bad sources. She was afraid of them.

They accepted their drinks, and George said lazily, "Strip for us, doll. Take it slow."

Lynn blushed right down to her toes, but she obeyed. She didn't have much choice. Green would be watching her, making sure she did a good job. She wondered if the creep jacked off while he watched…

Facing the two men, pink with embarrassment, Lynn slowly pulled her flimsy T-shirt off over her head. There was dead silence. When she emerged from the shirt, she saw both men ogling her big quivering tits as they sipped their drinks.

She dropped the shirt to the floor and reached for the zipper of her shorts. Two hard pairs of eyes remained glued to her. As she slowly tugged down the tight skimpy shorts, revealing the bright brown curls of her snatch, the eyes lowered silently to her pink slit.

Blushing, Lynn stepped out of her shorts and stood naked before her two customers. They went on lazily sipping their drinks, but their eyes swept over her, taking in everything, from her huge firm tits with their big brown nipples, right down to the tantalizing glimpse of pink gash between her thighs.

"Nice," George said at last, "real nice. Tony wasn't kidding, huh, Sam?"

"Nope," said Sam, a man of very few words.

Lynn was very uneasy, not only because of her nakedness, but because she didn't know what to do next. How could she take care of both men at once? Was she supposed to make the pretense of a massage?

Fortunately George took charge of the "party".

He downed his drink and began to undress, and Sam followed suit. Lynn couldn't help staring.

Male nudity, except for her husband's, was still new to her.

Sam, the short stocky one, was averagely endowed. He had a short stubby thick cock, now pale and soft, that wobbled ludicrously from a thick bush of brown hairs. What impressed Lynn more was his powerful physique. The little man rippled with muscles, and his shoulders were very broad. She was sure he had been a professional fighter at one time.

George, the tall lean one, was hung like a horse. Lynn couldn't believe the length of his cock at first. Even in its soft state it seemed to hang halfway to his knees. She couldn't help feeling a little stir of naughty excitement deep in her my buddy another drink," George ordered. "He's just gonna relax while you give me a little rub-down."

Lynn was glad to have some instructions. She'd been feeling like a dunce. She brought Sam another martini, and he took a chair near the massage table. Long, lean George climbed up on the table-Lynn's wide eyes glued to his incredibly long dangling prick-and lay down on his back.

"Okay, baby," he said, grinning, "do your stuff We'll skip the preliminaries;"

Lynn understood. She wasn't to bother with his back or with anything but that great long flabby prick. She approached the table, blushing and trembling. She somehow couldn't take her eyes off his giant pale cock and the big rosy nuts beneath it. His prick was HUGE…

Licking her lips, trying to appear calm and professional, Lynn stopped at the side of the table and picked up George's dick.

She let the warm doughy cock lie on the palm of her hand, and she began to pet it. It was so long, it wouldn't sit on her palm. The rosy cock-head drooped over the edge, and she curled her fingers around it and began to pump gently. She found she could get both fists around his long limp sausage.

She looked up and blushed deeply. George was watching her, grinning.

"Some hunk of meat, huh, doll?" he said lazily. "If you think that's something, wait till it's hard."

He and Sam snickered. Sam was watching her, too, his little slitted eyes jumping back and forth from her big wobbling tits to her furry beaver. Lynn felt very self-conscious, and she tried to concentrate on her work, pumping George's great long flabby cock in both her hands.

"I said we'd skip the preliminaries," George said, rather impatiently. "Let's just get down to business. Blow me.

Lynn gawked. Take that gigantic prick in her mouth? There wouldn't be room. She'd choke.

"Come on, come on," said George.

Lynn bent over his flat belly and lifted his long doughy cock to her lips. She mustn't anger the customer. She raised the huge deep-red head of his cock and stuffed it in her mouth. It stretched her lips painfully. She sucked in, straining, and managed to draw in about half the length of his giant cock. It filled her mouth, rammed the back of her throat.

"Ummmmmpf," Lynn protested.

But she began to suck his cock as best she could. George sighed deeply and relaxed, his arms folded behind his head. He kept his eyes on her, grinning wickedly. He was clearly aroused by her discomfort, her cruelly stretched lips, her bulging throat. Sam was grinning, too, leaning forward in his chair to watch the show.

"Faster, doll," said George. "Make that dick fly."

Lynn forced saliva into her mouth and bathed his dick with the warm juice. Now her sucking was easier. She sucked his prick as fast as she could, and the noise was lewd, wet, and loud. Again the two men snickered.

"Ummmph!" Lynn protested.

George's huge dick was lurching into erection, stuffing her throat, almost making her gag… She fought for control, opening her throat, letting the hot hard knobby head slide down. She didn't know how she managed it, but she let his enormous stiff prick glide into her throat without choking.

"Hey, all right!" George exclaimed. "This girl is good…"

Lynn sucked strongly, worked her throat muscles around his thick hard meat, concentrating on doing her job.

Just then Sam came up behind her and began to paw her naked body. Lynn jumped, almost choked on George's enormous thick cock, then managed to resume her rhythm. Sam's hands were everywhere -kneading her big swollen tits, snaking between her thighs to tickle and explore her delicate moist slit "Yeah, yeah!" George cried hoarsely. "Take that meat right down to your belly, sweetheart!"

Lynn felt like she'd already done just that. Her throat was stuffed with thick throbbing cock. She was panicked, afraid she'd choke, but she didn't dare break her stride. She sucked and sucked. And meanwhile Sam was working a hard stubby finger up her cunt.

"Hey, she's tight," he reported. "She's real nice in there."

Lynn felt his stubby finger probing around deep in her moist little twat. Perverse excitement stung through her, and her cunt creamed hotly around his poking finger.

To her relief, George sat up and withdrew his huge long dick from her mouth and throat. Lynn massaged her aching neck.

George laughed harshly. "That was a mouthful, huh, baby? Now I want you to do the same for my buddy."

While Lynn still rubbed her aching jaws and throat, the men exchanged places. Powerful little Sam lay down on the table, his stubby soft prick only inches from her lips. George stood behind her, not touching her for the moment.

"Now suck my buddy's cock, baby," he rasped. "Do a real nice job."

Lynn wasn't wild about either man, but she could see that blowing Sam would be a relief after George. Sam's cock seemed tiny and short in comparison. Almost greedily she fastened her moist lips around the soft dull red cock-head and sucked it quickly into her mouth. She took in the full length of his short fat dick.

"Yeah," Sam yelped, "oh, yeah!"

Lynn found that sucking Sam's normal-size cock was a real pleasure after being almost choked by George's horse-prick. She was able to do a much better job with Sam. She bathed his doughy little cock in hot steamy saliva, tickled and caressed it with her tongue. She sucked fiercely, hard and fast.

Sam, normally a quiet man, whined and squealed with pleasure.

"Awwwwww, shit," he gasped, "Tony wasn't kidding. This girl is great!"

Lynn hoped Green had heard that remark on his goddamned TV…

Her glossy dark head flew over Sam's crotch. The powerful little man was helpless as a kitten in his dizzy pleasure. His scarred face flushed, and a lewd grimace of sensual enjoyment twisted his features. He panted and whined.

"Suck me off," he gasped, "blow me! Yeah, eat my meat, baby!"

Lynn sucked his cock even harder, faster. His salty cock-juice was starting to drip onto her tongue, and She salivated heavily, enjoying the taste. She slipped a hand under his swelling balls, pumped them… Sam gave another squeal of pleasure.

His cock was fattening in her mouth, but there was still plenty of room to work. She sucked fiercely at his hard rod, and his stiff dick responded with a steady stream of juice. Lynn was having fun now, and she was proud of her work.

Then she felt George's wet drooling cock-head skidding against her bare ass.

"That's nice," he said hoarsely from behind her.

"You're doing a real good job on my buddy, sweetheart. You just keep it up, suck him off like a good girl."

As he spoke, George slipped his mammoth hot dick between her legs.

Lynn was ready for it. She was creaming steadily, her cunt aroused by the wicked acts she was performing. She couldn't help it-this kinky "party was really turning her on. She trembled with horny anticipation as she felt George's huge stiff cock easing between her legs.

"Ummmmmm," she murmured.

George felt her scalding pussy-juice dripping onto his prick, and he snickered. "Yeah, baby," he said, "I'm gonna give it to you. Just be patient."

Lynn whimpered and opened her thighs wider. She couldn't speak, for her mouth was stuffed with Sam's fat little prick, but her whole body cried out with greedy excitement. She creamed furiously, and when George's huge hard cock-head finally wedged into the slick mouth of her cunt, she moaned.

"This chick is really hot," George laughed. "Just like Tony said. She ain't faking."

He teased her. He wedged the gigantic hard head of his dick up her seething wet cunt, no more than an inch, and then held still. Lynn's shapely little ass wriggled in hot impatience. Her starved cunt nipped and tugged frantically at his barely lodged knob. She whimpered for more.

George laughed. "Christ, does she want it," he informed his friend. "Her cunt's like a fuckin' furnace.

Lynn felt ashamed of her obvious lust, but she couldn't stop the frantic contractions and furious creaming of her greedy little twat. At last George began to push his huge cock into her, and she moaned hoarsely as she took the wonderfully thick hard pole of his prick. She felt her sticky hot cunt-juice pouring down her thighs.

"Ummmmmmmm!" Lynn gave a muffled cry of ecstasy as she felt George's out-size prick completely stuffing her raging-hot cunt.

He began to fuck her in long, slow, tantalizing strokes, and it was all she could do to keep sucking Sam's hard little dick. She wanted to spit it out, scream her pleasure… But the customer is always right. She kept on sucking. At least she had learned how to please two men at once. With one stiff dick deep in her cunt, another jabbing excitedly in her mouth, she could easily take care of both her customers.

But she wanted George to fuck her faster, harder. She worked her shameless pussy furiously around his slow-probing cock, signaling her urgency. Her cunt gripped him, tugged at his meat.

George laughed. "Don't be so impatient, doll," he said. "We don't wanta rush. We want our money's worth."

Lynn struggled to adjust to his slow rhythm, working her famished wet cunt slowly-all too slowly-up and down the rigid thick pole of his dick. She moaned and whimpered steadily. Somehow she managed to keep sucking Sam's hard little cock without a break in her stride, and in her hot excitement she applied more and more pressure.

"Oh, Christ!" Sam gasped. He laughed sheepishly. "Too fuckin' much! I can't hold out much longer! Ohhhh, Jesus!"

She hardly had to suck his cock. Sam had taken over and was fucking her mouth in short greedy jabs. He panted and gasped loudly, and his homely scarred face was beet-red with lusty pleasure.

Seeing that his buddy was about to come, George at last gave Lynn the speed and pressure she wanted. He fucked her savagely, ramming his long sharp dick hard against her womb with each stroke. It was cruel, almost painful-but she loved it. Whimpering, she felt herself melting with incredible pleasure.

"Ummmmmmm!" she cried, her voice muffled by Sam's jerking prick.

"Awwwwwww!" Sam bawled.

Her throat was suddenly filled with his steamy jism. She swallowed it greedily, kept on swallowing as her own orgasm hit. She writhed wildly around the stiff pole of George's huge dick, and her cunt spasmed violently, squeezing his meat. George gasped and began to come.

"Yeah, go, baby, go," George gasped. As Lynn began to suck his cock ravenously, strongly, he chuckled. "You oughta be a professional," he said. "You're wasting your talent in this place."

Maybe he was right. There seemed to be nothing she could do about her endless lust, so why not exploit it? She felt no shame at the idea, only wicked excitement. Maybe Ed Green was right. Maybe she was a born whore…

Under her furious hard sucking, George's dick was growing hard in her mouth. Behind her, panting with excitement, Sam slipped his limp cock between her legs, nosing the soft tip into the wet mouth of her cunt. Her greedy pussy-lips seized his fat knob, tugged at it Lynn moaned in her lusty excitement. Again she had two stiff cocks, one in her hungry sucking mouth, one in her hot nipping cunt. She took them gratefully, eagerly… Her partners moaned and panted.

Nobody heard the door opening.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Earlier, while Lynn was still greeting her new customers, Bill was engaged in the battle of his life-with his weakening conscience, and with his determined little daughter. Tina simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

Bill had fended off her first approach, just after Lynn left for work, and had retired to the living room, hiding behind the evening paper. He wasn't reading. He couldn't even see the print. He was only struggling with himself, telling himself that he couldn't go on fucking his own daughter.

It was illegal, immoral, and just plain filthy. The idea of incest had always revolted him. It was insane for him to fuck Tina. And it was also the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him.

He wanted to fuck her, dammit. He wanted that soft fresh little body, that sweet tight little cunt, that lusty and eager response so much in contrast to his wife's indifference. She was his daughter, yes-but she was also a fantastic lay, eager to fuck him back.

If nobody knew, wouldn't it be all right?

No, Bill told himself sternly, it would not be all right. It would never be all right for a man to fuck his own daughter. This madness had to stop.

He was thinking this when Tina snatched away the newspaper and crawled onto his lap. He saw her knowing smile, felt her little hand creeping shamelessly towards his fly…

"No, Tina!" he shouted, leaping to his feet, dumping the girl off his lap.

He hated to be cruel, but if he didn't stop her now, he knew he'd succumb again.

"But, Dad," said Tina, pouting, "why not? Nobody will know. I want to do it, Dad. I want you to fuck me."

Bill grabbed his coat from the closet. "Tina," he said hoarsely, "I won't do it-not now, not ever again. I'm going out for a while. I'm going to visit your mother at work and bring her home. I want you to do your homework and go straight to bed."

Tina glared at her father as he walked out the door. If he thought he could reject her like that, he was mistaken.

Bill had no idea where the Pussy Cat Club was, and he had to stop and look up the address in a phone book. He imagined Lynn wouldn't be too pleased when he dropped in, but it was either that or stay alone with Tina-and if he stayed, he knew all too well what would happen. He'd enjoy fucking her, sure, but the next day his conscience would be unbearable. If he went on fucking his own daughter, he wouldn't be able to live with himself As Bill parked in the seedy neighborhood of the club, he frowned in disapproval. He didn't like the idea of Lynn coming alone to this dangerous part of town. When he saw the club itself, he almost swore out loud.

Hell, this was no cocktail lounge! Lynn had lied to him. This was one of those notorious "massage parlors". Bill had been to a couple of them himself, and he knew damned well what kind of "massage" you could get.

"I'm Ed Green, the manager," the guy said. "What can I do for you, sir?"

Bill forced a smile onto his face. "I'd like that girl I've been hearing about," he said slyly. "Lynn-that's her name."

Green gave him a knowing grin. "Yeah, you and a hundred other guys. She's real popular. But I might be able to give you a few minutes, if you wait. It's room three."

Bill nodded and took a seat, but he was dizzy with rage. Green's words shocked and angered him. Lynn "popular"-he knew what that meant. My God, how could she? He'd kill her!

As soon as Green went back into his office, Bill got up and went down the hall and flung open the door of room three.

His heart almost stopped. There was Lynn, stark naked, getting it on with two guys. She was sucking one of them off, and the other was fucking her from behind. Her pretty face was flushed with sensual pleasure, and she was moaning ecstatically For a moment Bill could only gawk. He could hardly believe that his cold, prim, modest prim, modest wife was the woman he saw. Lynn was not only doing things she'd never done with him-she was obviously loving it!

Lynn and her two customers noticed him. They jumped apart, stared.

"Bill!" Lynn said in a strangled voice. "What are you doing here?"

Bill's voice was hoarse. "Never mind that," he said. "When you come home, you pack your things and get out. I'm divorcing you, and I'm keeping Tina. That's all I have to say."

He turned and marched out of the Pussy Cat Club.

Lynn swayed in shock. "Jesus," said George, "was that guy your husband?"

She nodded dumbly.

"Well, that's a tough break," said George, "but at least you won't have to worry about supporting yourself. You got a great future in this business."

There was no point in grieving. She had lost Bill, and she had nothing left but her work. She might as well enjoy it.

Bill, too, was refusing to mourn the break-up of his marriage. What Lynn had done was foul, unforgivable, and he vowed never to think of her again. As he drove home, his heart filled with revenge. By God, if she could turn whore, if she could go out and fuck everything in pants, then he was entitled to a little fun, too.

He would feel no more guilt about Tina…

Incest, he decided, was no worse than what Lynn had done. He and Tina wanted to flick each other-so to hell with the rest of the world, to hell with what anyone else might think. From now on he was just going to have fun.

He parked the car in front of his house and hurried inside. Tina was sitting in the living room, frowning over her English book, but when Bill walked in, she dropped the book and smiled.

"Dad, you're back already," she said happily.

"Yes," said Bill, "I decided not to visit your mother after all. I'd rather be here." He couldn't tell her yet about what he'd seen, about his plans for divorce. It was too awful.

He sat down heavily on the couch, and this time, when Tina mischievously climbed onto his lap, he didn't protest. He put his arms around his pretty little daughter and squeezed her.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you before, honey," he said tenderly. "I was just in a bad mood."

"That's all right, Dad," Tina purred, "Just so long as you re in a good mood now. Are you, Dad? Do you feel goad?"

As she spoke, the little imp began to rub his crotch. Bill couldn't help grinning. She was irrepressible, born to be sexy. She would be a real pleasure to him when Lynn was gone.

He gave her another squeeze. "Yes, baby," he said, "I'm in a very good mood now."

He slid his hand up under her tight jersey shirt and cupped one of her cute tits. She wasn't wearing a bra, of course. Bill grinned fondly and caressed the soft cone of flesh, rubbing her tiny pink nipple into quick hardness.

Tina sighed, and her pretty face flushed with arousal. "Can we have some fun now, Dad?" she said hopefully. "You won't say no any more?"

"Never again, baby," said Bill. "You were right. If nobody finds out, we can do whatever we want."

Tina grinned broadly. "Oh, Dad, that's wonderful!" she cried. "I'm so glad." She wriggled impatiently in his lap. "Let's go in the bedroom," she said. "I want you to fuck me, Dad."

Bill laughed and squeezed her hot little tit. "Let's not rush it, honey," he said. "It's more fun if we take our time. We've got plenty of time. Mom won't be home for hours."

They shared a conspiratorial grin.

Tina was very excited. Her dream had come true. Dad had somehow got rid of all his silly adult hang-ups about fucking her, and now they could have endless fun. Dad could teach her all about sex. That endless nagging feeling in her cunt would be satisfied. All she had to do was make sure her mother never found out.

Bill slid-his other hand under her shirt, squeezing both her tits now, making her flush with pleasure. Tina eagerly reached for the zipper of his pants, pulling it down, opening his fly. His big exciting cock was soft-but she knew it wouldn't be that way for long.

The other night she'd learned how to get her Dad's cock hard. She'd learned to do something he just couldn't resist.

Tina wriggled off his lap and flopped down on her belly, her head poised right over his crotch. Gently she tugged his limp pale prick out of his fly. Even soft, his dick was so big that she couldn't hold all of it in her little hand.. She petted it a moment, loving the silky warm feel of his loose skin, admiring the big dull red head of his soft dick.

Dad's cock was all hers now. She knew he and Mom didn't fuck any more. When she was smaller, she used to hear them screwing, through the thin bedroom wall, but she hadn't heard those unmistakable noises for a long time now. That was fine with Tina. She didn't want to share her handsome father with anyone Bill leaned back against the couch, his face flushed with excitement, sighing softly as his cute daughter played with his dick. He liked her light mischievous touch. They were going to have a lot of fun together, he vowed. There was nothing they wouldn't try.

"Lick my cock, baby," he said softly. "Just lick it for a while. I'd really like that."

"Sure, Dad," said Tina.

She was ready and willing to do whatever her father asked. She wanted to learn everything about sex. Nothing repelled or disgusted her. She had a completely open and innocent mind. When Dad asked her to lick his cock, she only felt excitement and curiosity.

Tina raised his limp pale meat on her palm, stuck out her little pink tongue, and began to lick it. She started at the base of his flabby meat, right at the edge of his dark bush. She licked very slowly upward, enjoying the satiny texture of his skin and the light salty taste of his cock. This was fun…

Bill sighed and shivered. The girl was a natural. She had no inhibitions, none of her mother's puritan hang-ups. But he didn't want to think about Lynn. He concentrated solely on Tina's hot wet little tongue as it tickled slowly up his limp cock. When she reached the rosy cockhead, she swirled her tongue around it, around and around, and Bill gasped with pleasure.

The rosy head of his dick grew fat and hard before her wide curious eyes. The dark slitted mouth of his glans began to ooze glistening juice. Tina dug her tongue into the narrow mouth and reamed out his cream as fast as it came. She liked the taste.

Bill moaned softly. It seemed as if all his sexual fantasies had come true. A cute teenager, eagerly licked his erect dick, lapped up his dribbling cock-juice, swallowed it with obvious pleasure.. Christ, he and Tina were going to have a great time when Lynn was gone for good… Tina murmured.

She was getting very aroused, licking Dad's huge hard peter. She wriggled her firm little butt in horny impatience. Bill noticed it, and he grinned.

He wanted to turn her on hotly tonight, get her thoroughly aroused before they fucked.

"Wait a minute, baby," he said. "We can do better than this. First, let's get these clothes off"

Tina cooperated readily, eagerly. She trusted her father to know what would be the most fun. She quickly tugged off her shirt and shorts and panties, all the while watching Bill undress. She adored her father's hard hairy muscular body, and she was especially turned on by the sight of his stiff heavy dick. It stuck almost straight up, weaving lewdly.

"Now what, Dad?" the girl said eagerly. "What are we going to do?"

Bill eyed her sweet little body, the tiny pointed tits with their light pink nipples, the faint down on her cunt-mound. She looked delicious to him- literally. His mouth started to water.

"I'll show you, honey," he said breathlessly. "I think you'll really like this. Lie down, and leave room for me."

Tina stretched out on the couch, and Bill climbed on beside her, but with his head pointed the opposite way. His erect wet prick nudged her face, and she could feel his hot moist breath on her pussy. The girl squirmed with excitement.

"Now, you just go on licking my cock, baby," he told her. "Lick it, suck it, play with it-whatever you want. And I'll do something nice for you."

Tina swiftly obeyed, seizing her father's rigid hot pulsing cock in her little hand, bending the hard red head down to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and tickled rapidly all around the slick head of his swollen prick, nibbled it teasingly with her little teeth…

Bill sighed ecstatically. He didn't have to teach this girl a thing. It all came naturally to her. He indulged himself for a moment, just lying there and feeling her mischievous tongue on the sensitive drooling head of his dick. Then he parted his daughter's slim legs and nosed eagerly into her fragrant crotch.

"Ooooooo, Dad!" Tina squealed. "That feels great!"

She felt her father's thick wet tongue tickling and lashing her tiny hot red clit. She just loved it when he licked her there. It was the most fun in the whole world. She threw one leg up over the back of the couch, opening her gash widely to him. He sucked her tiny wet clit right into his mouth.

"Oohhh, yes!" Tina shrieked. "Yes, Dad, suck meeee!!"

Lynn finished the "party" with George and Sam, performing remarkably well, considering what had just happened. Somehow she managed to maintain her professional cool, to bring both men off again, even to feel some pleasure herself. She must have been good, because George rewarded her with a twenty-dollar tip.

The moment her two customers left, however, Lynn burst into tears. Bill had seen everything, and she'd lost him for sure. It killed her. She still loved him, didn't want to lose him.

The door opened, and Ed Green walked in. He looked almost sympathetic. "I saw what happened," he said. "Shit, if I'd known you were married… Well, anyhow, I guess you're kinda shook up. If you wanta go home early tonight..

"Oh, yes, please," Lynn said gratefully. "I'll be back on the job tomorrow, but I feel too upset to work any more now."

Green left, and she hurriedly put on her street clothes. If there were some way to reconcile with Bill, she'd do it. She had to try. She couldn't bear the thought of losing both her husband and her daughter. For Bill had threatened to take custody of Tina, too.

Lynn hurriedly drove home, wondering what she could say to Bill to make him reconsider.

"Ohhhhhh, Dad, that feels sooo GOOD!" Tina wailed.

The pretty little teenager writhed with pleasure as her father briskly sucked her tiny red clit. Tina was ecstatically happy. At last Dad had agreed to be her lover, and she could look forward to many nights like this. She was learning about sex from the best teacher in the world, her own handsome father.

Tina was no more excited than Bill. He quivered with lusty pleasure as he sucked his daughter's tasty little clit and felt her small hot tongue teasing his erect and swollen cock. Pretty soon he'd be fucking her, fucking the tightest sweetest little cunt he'd ever known. He felt incredibly lucky to have this delicious girl for a partner.

Yet thoughts of his wife kept intruding. He couldn't help remembering what he'd seen at the massage parlor, Lynn naked and lusty, taking on two men at once. Why couldn't she have been like that with him? In spite of his shock and disgust, Bill was powerfully aroused by the memory of his wife performing for those two guys.

Crazy as it seemed, right now, when he had Tina all to himself, he wanted Lynn. He wanted his gorgeous stacked wife. He knew now that she wasn't cold and modest, that she could be a magnificent lay. But it was too late. He and Lynn were finished Bill forced his mind away from Lynn and concentrated on giving Tina all the pleasure her little body could take. He left her clit, now hard and hot and erect, and snaked his tongue down through the puffed pink lips of her pussy. He tickled and lashed into every fold and cranny of her tender slit, and the girl squealed with delight.

"Yes, Dad, yesssss!" she cried. "Don't stop!"

Bill tickled and rimmed the little soaked mouth of her cunt. He could feel the searing heat inside, and he shivered with lusty anticipation as he thought of sinking his aching erect dick into the tiny slick tunnel of his daughter's twat. He wasn't going to rush, though. They had plenty of time for fun.

He began to snake his tongue inside her hole, slowly and teasingly entering the nipping wet mouth of her cunt. Tina screeched shrilly, almost hoarse with pleasure. Her little hot cunt closed tightly around his advancing tongue, greedily squeezing it and tugging it deeper.

"Ohhhhhhh," the girl moaned, "ohhhhhh, yesssss!"

Tina creamed helplessly around her father's thick tongue as it tickled and lapped steadily deeper into her horny little twat. She loved the feeling, but she remembered that their pleasure was supposed to be mutual. She had a job to do.

She raised her father's huge knobby red cock-head to her lips and began sucking on it. Bill flinched and sighed. Tina knew it really turned him on when she sucked his big dick, and she forced more of it inside her steamy little mouth. She got almost half his huge prick inside, stretching her lips grotesquely, and began to suck it loudly, swiftly.

"Oh, baby, that's good," Bill moaned.

He couldn't help that one exclamation of pleasure, but then he got back to his work, thrusting his tongue once more into the steamy tight tunnel of Tina's cunt. He worked his tongue briskly in and out, in a lewd fucking motion, and the girl creamed furiously around him. She whimpered and writhed, but she didn't let his cock out of her mouth. Bill felt her scalding saliva bathing the sensitive head of his prick.

It felt great-but it was also threatening to make him come. He didn't want to come yet, not till he had his swollen aching meat lodged in that snug little cunt of hers. Groaning, trying to stifle his excitement, he wriggled his tongue out of her wet box.

"Honey," he gasped, "that's enough. Sit up."

Tina obeyed, though she was really getting off on sucking her father's huge hot dick. She sat up, smiling, ready for whatever fun he had in mind.

Her Dad lay on his back, his huge cock pointing right up at the ceiling. It was rosy and wet from her hard sucking, and the slitted mouth was dribbling a steady stream of juice. Tina reached out and petted his giant hard-on fondly, lustily-and Bill quivered and almost came.

"What are we going to do now, Dad?" she asked eagerly.

He laughed. "Well, I thought we might fuck. I don't think I can hold out much longer."

"That's great with me, Dad," said Tina.

He couldn't have had a more willing partner. Bill seized her by her tiny firm waist and raised her up to straddle his lewdly pointing cock. After that, Tina didn't have to be told what to do. She grinned mischievously and settled into place, a knee on either side of his hips. She seized his hot throbbing dick and eagerly wedged the huge dark head into the wet little mouth of her cunt. Already she was panting with excitement.

While Bill watched wonderingly, the little teenager began to slide down the thick impalement of his cock. It split her tender pink pussy-lips almost to bursting, but she showed no pain. On the contrary, her face twisted into a leer of sensual pleasure, and she moaned huskily as her father's giant dick pierced and stuffed her cunt.

The horny girl was slamming her hot pussy up and down his slick erect dick, not waiting for his participation. Bill didn't even have to move. His lusty little daughter humped him furiously, her tiny tits bouncing, her voice shrill with pleasure.

He should have been the happiest man in the world, he told himself. Not many guys are lucky enough to get practically raped by a beautiful girl. Yet Bill could not help thinking of Lynn, wanting her. In spite of all she'd done, he still loved her. And now that he knew what miracles she could accomplish in bed, he could have kicked himself for not discovering her talents sooner. If only there was some way-but, no, it was out of the question. They were through. He couldn't be married to a whore.

Bill forced Lynn from his mind and began to move beneath his daughter, fucking her in short hard jabs. She was deliciously tight around his bloated dick, her cunt fiery-hot and soaked with slick cream. She was a joy to screw, that was for sure.

"I love it, Dad," she crooned, her little face screwed up in a grimace of horny pleasure, "I love it, ohhhhhh!"

"I love it, too, baby," he gasped. "I love fucking you…"

He'd hardly spoken before he spotted something out of the corner of his eye, something that shouldn't have been there. Bill twisted his head for a look, then froze.

Lynn was standing in the doorway watching them.

CHAPTER NINE

Lynn had come in quietly, thinking her husband and daughter might be asleep. She was preoccupied with her problems, and it wasn't till she hung up her coat in the hall and started for the living room that she heard the voices.

"I love it, Dad," came Tina's voice, strange and shrill.

"I love fucking you," Bill gasped.

Lynn shook her head. She couldn't possibly have heard such things. She stepped through the open archway, looked around, and focused on the couch. Shock hit her like a blow in the stomach. Bill and Tina, her husband and daughter, were on the couch, fucking!

There was no mistaking it. They were naked, and Tina was kneeling over Bill, humping her slim hips fast and hard. Lynn could see Bill's thick rosy prick moving in and out of Tina's cunt. Bill had a blissful lusty look on his face, and he was panting. Lynn could see her daughter's face in profile; Tina was plainly in ecstasy, throwing back her head, wailing.

Lynn swayed dizzily.

Just then Bill looked up and saw her.

"Oh, my God, no!" he gasped.

Tina turned, too, saw her mother, and went pale. Quietly she slipped off the fat impalement of her father's big cock. Bill started to get up.

Lynn held out her hand as if to ward him off. She struggled for words, her throat tight and painful. Terrible anger hit her. Bill had been so damned self-righteous when he caught her at the club, treating her like a filthy whore-and now she'd caught him fucking their own teenage daughter!

"I agree with you, Bill," she said at last. "We'll get a divorce. But you're not getting Tina. I'll see to that."

Bill hung his head. There was nothing he could say. He'd been caught like an animal, fucking his own daughter, committing the most disgusting crime of all-incest. No matter what Lynn had done, it couldn't be worse than that.

Tina thought fast. She didn't want to lose her Dad and all the incredible fun they had had together. She loved her mother, too, and didn't want the family split up. She had a hunch, an idea that might just save the day.

Tina burst into tears, a broken-hearted wail.

Both her parents rushed to her, putting their arms around her, talking at the same time.

"Baby," Bill said anxiously, "don't cry…"

"Poor darling," said Lynn, "you're upset…"

It was working. At least she'd gotten them to quit fighting. Tina kept up the mock show of hysterics.

"Mom," she said, "wouldn't you be more comfortable if you got undressed?"

Lynn gawked at her, not understanding-but Bill got the point. At last he understood what his impish little daughter was up to. It was crazy, it was wild-but it just might work. He squeezed Tina, letting her know that he'd caught on, and then he reached across her and started unbuttoning Lynn's shirt.

"Tina's right, honey," he said soothingly. "You'd be more comfortable with your clothes off."

Lynn was still in a state of shock, and she didn't resist. She didn't understand why she should undress, but there seemed no point in fighting it. Nothing much mattered anyhow. Her marriage was at an end Lynn was roused from her troubled thoughts when Bill began to fondle her tits. She'd been so distracted, he'd managed to remove her shirt and bra without her noticing it. She couldn't help noticing, though, when his firm warm hands closed over the big creamy globes of her tits and began a delightful massage. Pleasure swept over her.

"Bill…?" she said wonderingly.

"Ssshhh, baby, just relax," he said softly.

"You've had a rough day. Let me help you relax.."

It had been one helluva day. Lynn was too tired to resist. It felt so nice when Bill fondled her big sensitive boobs, and it'd been a long time since he'd touched her. Lynn sighed and sank back on the bed.

Tina scrambled out from between her parents, giving Dad room to work. For a moment she watched enviously; she wished she had huge firm beautiful tits like Mom. Well, maybe someday she would. Meanwhile she had work to do. Only one thing mattered, getting this family back together again.

While Bill eagerly caressed and molded his wife's exquisite pointed jugs, Tina deftly removed the rest of Lynn's clothes. She did it so carefully that Lynn hardly noticed. Tina again felt envy as she admired her mother's long perfect legs and the exciting mound of brown curls at the base of her belly. She hoped that someday she'd be as voluptuous as her mother.

Bill watched her out of the corner of his eye. His hunch was right-Tina had a wicked little plan for reconciling her parents. She was undressing Lynn, making that lovely body available to him. Bill was a little shocked-and violently turned on. Tina fully intended to draw Lynn into their sex games…

Would it work? Bill searched his wife's lovely face. He'd always thought her such a prude. But after what he'd seen tonight at the club, he wondered…

He dipped his head and planted his mouth on one of Lynn's big soft brown nipples. He flicked it wetly with his tongue, and Lynn moaned softly. He ran his wet red tongue tip around and around the tender brown flesh, and he felt her quiver beneath him.

Lynn felt a familiar mixture of embarrassment and lust. It seemed wrong for her and Bill to make love in front of Tina, and yet she was getting hotly horny and didn't want to stop. She'd felt that way at the club often, shy about trying new things, yet eager… Bill's tongue felt delicious on her sensitive nipples. Her cunt began to cream and swell.

Bill sucked in the wet brown nipple, taking the whole thing into the steamy heat of his mouth. He tickled it with his tongue, then began to suck it greedily and loudly… Lynn lurched violently beneath him, moaned hoarsely.

"Oh, Bill," she sighed, yes!"

She couldn't bear to have him stop. Her huge knockers swelled up even tighter and fuller, and she felt horny spasms in her aroused cunt as he continued to suck her nipple. Pleasure ripped from her tit right down to her swelling pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

Tina watched the scene with mounting excitement. Her plan was working. Dad was getting Mom very aroused. Even Tina's inexperienced eyes could see that. Mom's eyes were shut, and she was smiling softly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. Her legs trembled, and her beautiful lush body was flushing pink with lust. She seemed to like it very much when Dad sucked her nipple.

Tina fondled her own tits, trying to imagine how her mother must feel. The very idea made her lusty. Her little cunt contracted sharply and spat out a burst of hot cream. She and Dad had been interrupted in mid-fuck, and Tina was still achingly horny. She didn't mind giving up her place to Mom-it was worth it to keep the family together. But she couldn't sit still. She had to do something.

She saw her father's long limp rosy cock, lying drowsily on the bed. There was a little space between his belly and Lynn's, just enough room for Tina's hand. Impulsively she seized her father's warm doughy prick and began to play with it. Bill flinched, sighed…

It wasn't enough for Tina. She really liked pumping and petting Dad's big grown-up peter, but in her excitement she wanted to do even more. She eyed the glistening brown muff of Lynn's cunt-mound. She wondered if Mom looked the same as she did under that thick bush of curls.

Tina placed her hand on her mother's soft springy snatch and gently parted the plump lips of her cunt. She saw Lynn's clit, fat and red and stiff with arousal. It was bigger than her own little button but still dainty and inviting.

Tina pressed her fingertip against her mother's bright scarlet clitoris and began to rub. She liked the texture of the little organ, silky and slick and hot. She rubbed faster, and with her other hand she went on pumping her father's fat rubbery cock.

"Ohhhhhh!" Lynn moaned. "That's so nice…"

Bill thought she meant his sucking, and he sucked even faster on her big soft brown nipple. Lynn thought it was Bill's teasing finger rubbing her clit. Neither of them had any idea that Tina had gotten into the act.

Lynn squirmed with hot pleasure, loving the mischievous rubbing of her little joy button. She let her legs fall wider open. Tina gawked at her mother's mature pussy, the first she'd ever seen. It seemed very exciting to her, ripe red swollen tissue surrounded by a delicate fringe of brown hairs.

Full of lusty curiosity, Tina began to explore her mother's hot moist slit, tickling and rubbing the fat pink lips of her cunt, circling the wet cunt-mouth, teasing the wrinkled brown asshole with her swift delicate fingertip.

"Ahhhhh," Lynn moaned.

Bill had never done that to her before, never played with her pussy. She loved it. She could have gone on all night. No doubt he was trying to make things up to her, apologizing for what he'd done with Tina. That was fine with Lynn. It was a great way to make up.

Bill, still busily sucking his wife's nipple, felt soft fingers pumping his cock. He assumed they were Lynn's, and he felt hot excitement. She'd never played with his cock before, because, like a fool, he wouldn't let her. He considered it "not nice" for his wife to do such things. Well, from now on he was going to let her do whatever she wanted in bed. She must have learned some pretty exciting stuff at that club. He wanted her to try all of it out on him.

Tina grinned mischievously at her parents. They were totally absorbed in each other, unaware that she was adding to their excitement by pumping Bill's big soft cock and tickling Lynn's moistening swelling pussy. Tina felt very inventive tonight. She had another wicked idea.

Still caressing her mother s scalding-hot snatch, she seized Bill's hand and led it downward. She pressed his fingers onto Lynn's seething wet pussy, then withdrew her own hand. Bill got the idea. He found Lynn's clit and began to rub it.

He was a little surprised at Tina's boldness, but he knew her idea was good. Lynn's little clit was hot and hard and soaking wet. She was already aroused, aching for his touch. He seized her throbbing little bud and began to knead and massage it. Lynn moaned hoarsely, and he felt her steamy cunt-juice wetting his fingers.

Tina nodded in approval. Then she reached for Lynn's hand and brought it down to Bill's long dick.

Lynn started at the touch of her daughter's hand. It had to be Tina's hand, but what did the girl want? Lynn felt Tina guiding her downward, then felt the soft silky skin of Bill's prick. Lynn was a little shocked at her daughter's behavior-but she knew Tina was right. She ought to be doing something nice for Bill.

Lynn felt dizzying excitement as she curled her fingers around her husband's big soft dick. He'd never allowed her to play with it before, but perhaps now things would be different. She longed to explore and arouse him. She used the same skilled touch she'd employed at the club, pulling the loose silky skin right up to the head of his cock, releasing it.

Bill moaned blissfully. In an instant he had a hard-on.

He realized that he'd always wanted Lynn to play lewdly with his dick, but that his foolish prudery had kept him from asking her. Now he gladly fed his stiff meat into her curled fingers, pumping lustily, enjoying her expert massage. Their marriage was going to be a lot more interesting from now on Tina watched her parents, her curious wide eyes catching every movement. She saw Bill's busy fingers kneading Lynn's fat red clit, watched her mother's expert naughty massage of Bill's erect and straining cock. She was learning a lot of new things tonight. She felt proud, too, for bringing her parents back together.

But she also felt left out. She wanted Dad to caress her the way he was touching Mom, wanted to fondle his exciting stiff cock. Her little pussy burned and ached for stimulation. Well, she would just have to wait. There was no place for her now. Tina absently began to stroke her own little clit, running her finger back and forth over the wet little button. It felt nice…

"Oh, Jesus," Bill gasped, popping his mouth off Lynn's erect wet nipples. "You've got me so hot, baby." He laughed. "I guess I'm getting impatient."

Lynn laughed, too. "No more impatient than I am," she said. "Oh, Bill, I haven't felt so excited in years." Her lovely face was flushed and frankly lusty. "Make love to me, Bill," she said huskily. "Fuck me!"

Bill's heart pounded. Here was the wife he'd always wanted, even though he hadn't admitted it to himself-an honestly lusty woman, a woman not ashamed to do anything that pleased him. She was feeding him her pussy right flow, shamelessly rubbing her wet little snatch against his hand.

"I'll fuck you, all right," he said breathlessly, "like you've never been fucked before."

Lynn didn't blush or look away, like she might have done in the past. All her prudery was gone. She frankly wanted her husband, and she grinned lewdly at him, licking her lips. She threw her long legs openly widely, wantonly.

"Hurry, darling," she panted, "put it in me."

Bill didn't have to be told to hurry. He was almost coming in his excitement. Lynn's unaccustomed lewdness was turning him on intensely. He scrambled between her legs, ogled her ripe red wet gash, fitted the hard swollen head of his dick to the creaming hole of her cunt-mouth.

"Oh, God, yesss," Lynn hissed, "fuck me, Bill, fuck me!"

She felt the wonderfully thick rock-hard head of his cock stretching her horny receptive pussy-lips, and she creamed all over him, gasping in her impatience. She wanted more of that stiff dick, much more. She thrust her pelvis up to meet his lunge, felt his cock sinking deep into her cunt.

"Eeeeee!" she squealed. "Yes, fuck me, lover! Hard!"

Bill moaned hoarsely as he sank his achingly erect meat into his wife's flaming wet cunt. She wasn't as tight as Tina, of course, but she was hotter, slicker, and infinitely more skilled. She used her powerful mature cunt muscles to grip his dick like a vise and pull him deep into her hole. Her cunt milked and squeezed his meat ravenously.

"Awwwwww, Christ!" he bawled.

Lynn clawed his back in her lusty frenzy, slamming her greedy wet pussy around his deep-buried cock. But before her pleasure swept her away, she happened to glance up and see Tina.

The girl looked wistful, almost on the point of tears, as she crouched close by watching her parents fuck. Instantly Lynn understood. Tina had put aside her own pleasure to get her parents back together, to save their marriage. She must have been achingly horny herself, but she had ignored her own needs for their sake.

"Wait, Bill," Lynn gasped.

"Huh?" He raised his flushed face, reluctantly halted the hard deep thrusts of his cock. "What is it, honey?"

Lynn's eyes were hot with lust, looking straight into his. She'd never been so open and unashamed before.

"We mustn't leave Tina out," she said.

In his preoccupation with his wife, Bill had forgotten about the girl. He twisted his head, saw the mournful expression on Tina's face. He, too, understood.

"Right," he said, grinning. "Hang on, we're going to roll over."

Bill rolled onto his back, taking Lynn with him, and she found herself kneeling over him, his rigid dick still lodged in her gripping cunt. She ached to feel his cock moving inside her, but she waited. Tina must not be left out. Tina had brought them together again, and she should be rewarded.

"Come here, baby," Bill said softly to his daughter.

Tina grinned and hurried over to join the fun. Bill scooped her up, easily lifting her tiny body, and set her down so she straddled his head, facing her mother. The two women exchanged understanding smiles. Then Tina felt Dad's thick wet tongue creeping up her hot little cunt, and she gave a squeal of pleasure.

"Ooooooo, yes!" she cried. "Yes, Dad, lick meeee!"

Bill thrust his greedy tongue deep into his daughter's tight little twat, reaming and tasting her, making the girl writhe and shriek with excitement. At the same time, Lynn began moving around his impaling erect cock, fucking him lustily. She rammed her juicy cunt up and down the gleaming pole of his dick, moaning her pleasure.

"Oh, Bill," she whined, "it's sooo good!"

You're telling me, thought Bill.

He had two beautiful partners, a sexy little nymph with a hot tasty snatch, a mature voluptuous beauty who was fucking him crazily like the most skilled whore. They were his women, devoted to his pleasure. He couldn't have been happier.

Lynn, too, felt deep satisfaction with the way things had turned out. Now that all their inhibitions were gone, she and Bill would have a terrific sex life, and Tina's kinky variations would only add to everyone's fun. She didn't need her job any more, didn't need those leering strangers. She had everything she could want right here in her own bed.

Tina wailed and screeched her sharp pleasure as Dad's big thick tongue reamed and probed her tiny hot cunt. She didn't feel jealous or left out any more. She realized that she didn't have to make any sacrifices, didn't have to give up Dad to her mother. They could all have fun together.

In no way would this family be split up, never again.

On a sunny afternoon three weeks later, in her new kitchen, Lynn glanced at the clock.

"Dad will be home any minute," she said to Tina. "Is everything ready?"

"Yes, Mom," Tina said eagerly. "Gee, I wish he'd hurry."

Lynn laughed. She could understand her daughter's impatience.

They had moved to another town, where Bill had found a job. They had a nice new house, and Lynn didn't have to work any more. She was glad. She liked being a wife and mother-especially now that she and Bill and Tina had worked out an exciting new way of life.

"Here he comes!" Tina cried, jumping up and down in her excitement.

"All right," Lynn laughed, "calm down. This is supposed to be a surprise, you know."

Tina did her best to contain herself as Bill walked in the door, she said, "Hi, Dad," and went to kiss him.

Bill squeezed her and went to kiss Lynn. Over his shoulder, Tina winked at her mother and darted into the living room.

"You must be tired, dear," said Lynn. "Come and sit down."

She led him to his favorite chair. Tina was already pouring him a cold martini from the pitcher Lynn had prepared. Bill took it gratefully and leaned back in his chair. Lynn was already on her knees before him, removing his shoes, while Tina, bending over him, took off his tie and opened the tight collar of his shirt.

Bill sighed happily. He felt like a king, with two lovely women working over him, seeing to his comfort. He closed his eyes, savored his drink. Then he felt busy fingers unzipping his pants.

"Hey," he laughed, "what's happening?"

Lynn, who was tugging at his fly, looked up and grinned.

"It's a rape," she said.

"That's right, Dad," giggled Tina, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way. "You can't escape."

Bill laughed, but inwardly he wondered if he was up to this kinky scene. He'd been working hard all day. He knew how horny and demanding his two women could get.

But he needn't have worried. Lynn and Tina always knew how to get him aroused. They had him naked in no time, pulling him down onto the soft rug, giggling, quickly removing their own clothes. Bill laughed and reached out to fondle soft swinging tits, to caress silky little snatches.

Lynn rolled him onto his back and dipped her head into his crotch. Bill watched with glowing eyes as she lifted his limp prick and stuffed it into her wet warm mouth. She took it all in one delicious gulp, easing the head of his dick down her throat.

Bill moaned. It excited him so much when Lynn went down on him. He remembered the bad old days, when they were too uptight to try such things.

Lynn sucked his cock hungrily, fast and hard, quickly bringing it to full erection. She let his huge stiff gleaming cock pop from her mouth, then moved aside. She grinned at Tina, who gave a delighted squeal and ran to climb astride her father.

Bill trembled violently as his daughter greedily jammed his hard cock-head into her tight little twat and pushed down on him, impaling herself on his long erect prick. He began to fuck her in the short hard jabs she liked best, and the girl wailed her pleasure.

Lynn came to sit beside him, and he reached out to play with her magnificent big jugs, hungrily kneading the soft satiny warm flesh.

Lynn smiled down at him. Her cunt seethed with lusty need, but she didn't feel impatient or jealous of Tina. The three of them would never be parted again, and they had lots of time.

She could wait.

Content

Norma Egan
Massage parlor wife

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE