Mark Carver

Family with the hots

CHAPTER ONE

Every in morning at eight-thirty exactly, Anne Hawkins watched him leaving for school. She peered from her living room window, her eyes devouring his broad shoulders and slim waist. And always her burning gaze lingered on the thick bulge of his crotch, massive in his tight pants. When he turned the corner and disappeared, the lushly curved brunette let out a deep sigh, hugged her robe tighter round her plump breasts, and desperately fought the urge to masturbate.

A year, a whole long tormenting year since she'd felt a hot thrilling cock driving deep into her aching pussy! And powerfully throbbing in her wet, eager mouth. And ramming savagely into her tingling asshole.

Upstairs, Anne started drawing a hot bath and slipped out of her robe. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs as she critically examined her naked body in the full-length mirror. The sight of her own ripe hot tits and velvety skin, her sleek thighs framing her silky cunt-hairs almost always triggered a wild fingerfucking session. Her hips would jerk with increasing fervor as she dipped two fingers lewdly in and out of her juice-soaked cunt and her entire glowing nakedness would tremble from head to toe.

Until that delicious moment of explosive coming, when her burning juices were flowing and gushing onto her savagely fucking fingers. But it wasn't working any more. She needed the real thing, a live hot prick tearing relentlessly into her narrow slit, until she could faint with sheer ecstasy.

Her fingers dipped down to her glistening pussy-hairs and hesitated. How could anyone so voluptuous, so damned sexy be so deprived?

With a long, shaking sigh, the tall brunette slipped into the steaming hot-water and began soaping her lush tits. There would be no obscenely thrilling fingerfucking on this beautiful summer morning. Not as long as there was a handsome was hung like a bull in heat. She couldn't deny boy living across the street who what she had in mind was dangerous, especially in a small town like Rockville.

But if she didn't have an honest-to-God orgy of lewd sucking and fucking soon, she felt as if she'd lose her mind. She'd lived in Rockville a year now, the town's prim and quietly respectable music teacher. The nakedly curved brunette smiled when she remembered seeing the welcome sign as she drove into town.

And on a sheer impulse, she'd stopped, rented a small house and set herself up in business as the local music teacher. Piano and guitar, mostly, with most of her students, healthy teenagers of both sexes. Only now, after a year of aching, restless torment, she realized there was more artistry and music in a feverish blowjob and strenuous fucking session than all the piano concertos in the world.

At four-thirty this afternoon, the anxious divorcee had a lesson scheduled for Jack, the handsome boy who lived across the street, the hung darling she'd secretly dreamed about for months now. He was actually a lousy guitar player, but that wasn't the sort of lesson she had in mind. If she didn't lose her nerve, she'd show him some real music in the form of her sultry hot mouth and fiercely throbbing cunt.

The lush brunette raised one long, silken leg along the rim of the bathtub and lovingly stroked her smooth inner thigh. The big problem wasn't Jack, who was just a healthy, clean-cut kid with one of the biggest crotches she'd ever seen. It was his father. Good-looking bastard, but one of those stem, moralistic types who went punctually to church every Sunday, gazing down at everyone else with cold, superior eyes. Probably screwed his beautiful wife once a week for ten minutes exactly, before rolling over and snoring.

If he ever found out the thirty-one year old divorcee seduced his wholesome young son with one of the hungriest blowjobs and torrid fucking sessions imaginable, he'd, have her tarred, and feathered. And as the town's most prominent citizen, he'd probably have her thrown in jail to boot.

Anne tightened her lips with determination. Maybe jail couldn't be any worse than a padded cell. Because this afternoon she was going to have the wildest, most furious sucking and fucking orgy of her life with that gorgeous hunk of boy-man, or lose her sanity anyway.

To hell with the risk! She was so frantically horny by now, even some of female students were beginning to look luscious and irresistible.

It was the young, wholesome ones she craved fiercely now, those sweet faces and smooth-skinned bodies, those juicy rock-hard pricks that pounded with innocence and curiosity.

Beginning today, it was all or nothing, Anne told herself. She was so hot, most of the time, her cunt constantly felt like a mass of soaked, throbbing fire. Even the soap-suds on her naked flesh felt like sticky, tingling come. She'd give Jack the most unforgettable sex of his life. Raw, naked, thrilling sex that would leave him dazed with pleasure. In her mind's eye, the passionate brunette began licking his big balls for a start, teasing ever closer to his long hot prick…

And to hell with his cold-eyed father, too!

In the office of his new Ford agency, one of the most prosperous businesses in the small town, Mark Jensen went over the latest purchase-orders with a self-satisfied smile. He had every reason to be satisfied, except one, something he didn't want to think about right now.

He had a beautiful wife who never nagged or complained, two lovely children, Jack, and Marsha, a fast-growing business; a reputation in town as a leader; hundreds of friends. He had, in fact, everything. He even had something he desperately needed that could destroy everything he'd built up over the years if the town ever found out about it. Something that could cost him twenty years in prison.

Mark glanced at his watch. Just after three, and as if linked to his watch, his long prick began to pound hotly in his pants. She was due any minute now.

The distinguished, thirty-eight year old civic leader lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. The whole Goddamned mess began six months ago, when he'd punished his daughter, Marsha, for some trivial incident. But the delicious feel of her hot, plump young ass quivering beneath his fingers sparked a deep, violent urge in his loins. Beneath the thin material of her skirt and panties, her luscious ass triggered a molten climax in his pants. He'd come again and again, breathing heavily, his lust filled by her helpless sobs. He'd finally let her go, but by then it was too late. He was hooked, addicted to the feel of silky young ass, and from that moment on he spent almost all his time fantasizing, daydreaming, unable to resist a constant massive hard-on.

The girl entered his private office now, without even knocking, and Mark sucked in his breath. Her eyes shone with worship and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. But it was her deliciously curved young body that held his attention. High, delicately-rounded tits above a narrow waist, plump thighs and perfectly smooth calves. And above all that juicy innocence, the face of an angel framed by long golden hair.

It was his next-door neighbor's daughter, Julie, who was also Marsha's best friend.

"Hi, Mr. Jensen," she said brightly. Her voice was laud enough for any of the salesmen on the floor to overhear: "Could you give me a lift home if you're leaving now?"

"As a matter of fact, I was leaving early today," Mark said, reaching for his briefcase. Was this idiotic, rehearsed conversation really fooling anyone, ho wondered nervously? It didn't matter, he realized. A squad of police cars couldn't stop him from what was going to happen in the next hour.

Grabbing his briefcase, he gave a few last-minute instructions to his salesmen and went out to his new Ford, followed by Julie. They got in, and a minute later be was heading out of town.

"I missed you something awful," Julie gushed. "Golly, Mark, I almost went crazy today frying not to call you up. I wrote you a long letter last night too."

"You didn't mail it, for Christ's sake!" he exploded. "Didn't I warn you about being super careful, Julie?"

"No, I won't mail it," she promised fervently. "I just had to put my crazy feelings into words."

They were on the two-lane road leading up to his cabin now. Twenty minutes from town, the Jensen family had a small cabin on a lake, where they usually spent weekends in summer, fishing and barbecuing. Once they were alone on the road, Mark slid his hand up beneath her skirt and fingered her drenched little cunt-hairs, his prick beginning to pound furiously.

"Oh, I'm getting hot!" Julie moaned, grabbing his massive cock through his pants. For a minute, he thought her soft stroking fingers would make him come on the spot.

With a violent effort of will, Mark put all thoughts of danger out of his mind. The risk was so insane, he knew he'd better enjoy every lustful moment while he had the chance.

Once they were inside the cabin, the blonde adolescent hugged him fiercely, crushing her small hot tits to his chest and undulating her warm pussy eagerly to his hard crotch. This was the fourth time he and Julie were alone, but each time was wilder, more exciting than the last. By now, he'd trained his neighbor's daughter to give him what he wanted. But first she always frenched him, snaking her hot pink tongue deep in his mouth, moaning with happiness and love.

"That's enough," Mark said hoarsely. "Stand now."

Eagerly, the girl dropped to her knees and slowly unzipped his fly. Whimpering with excitement, Julie seized his hot, pulsating rod and slipped it out of his pants, gazing at it with awe. Mark moaned, clutching her blonde head firmly in his hands as she flicked her wet tongue against the giant knob rapidly for a few seconds. Then she clutched as much of his burning meat as she could into her warm mouth and began to stoke her lips back and forth on it, moaning with hunger. "Oh, Julie, oh baby, that's – unnnnf! – that's… honey! Yes, yes, suck it, angel…"

Slowly, he began to jerk his hips in time to her hotly sucking mouth, as tingles of lewd pleasure raced along his long cock. God, she was a fantastically exciting little cocksucker! The first few times, he'd always pretended it was his own daughter, Marsha, giving him such a deliciously obscene blowjob. That made it even more lustful and forbidden, but by now Mark didn't have to use his imagination. The madly sucking young blonde was doing everything possible to please him, running her tongue-tip along the surging length of his fleshy rod, then swirling her tongue around his crimson knob in lewd circles, moaning deeply all the while.

"Ah, Julie -mmmmm! – you'll make me come, angel – ooooo, shit, suck it, suck it! Christ that's good! Unnnf!"

Mark had never decided which was more exciting – Julie's frantically sucking hot mouth or her tight, wildly juicy cunt. At this moment, he had to choose her greedy lips and tongue, because she was frying to drain his molten come out of him with furious lust.

The tender young blonde had last her virginity to Mark Jensen just two weeks before, but it was impossible for her to think of anything else since. The tint time she'd humbly obeyed his demands and let him come in her mouth, she'd almost choked on the thick, salty flood of come. But now she loved it, wallowed in the pungent, fiery cum with sheer love as it stung her throat and gushed down her eagerly gulping throat. She worshipped the burning, rock-hard prick savagely pumping in and out of her mouth like a battering ram.

There were times when it was all the fifteen-year old could do to keep from telling someone – almost anyone – about her thrilling affair with the handsomest man in town. In fact, there were moments when she'd, almost blurted out all the obscene details to her best friend, Marsha. I'm madly in love with your father! Julie yearned to cry out, I almost die with happiness when I go down on him!

But even in her wild infatuation, the worshipping blonde sensed the total disaster that could happen with such a risky confession. Especially in a town like Rockville, where everyone knew practically everyone else.

"My – wow! – My beautiful little cocksucker!" gasped Mark, watching her pink mouth whip back and forth in a frenzy on his bursting prick.

"Coming, shit – commmmming! Juue, eat it, suck it, honey! Unnnnnngh!"

He felt his rocks explode in a fury of excitement, spattering in great gushes in her wildly sucking mouth. For a solid minute, he continued fucking her in her juicy mouth, the knowledge that they were both still fully dressed adding to his obscene pleasure. Even after his long cock went limp, Julie sucked and whimpered for more of his hot juices, milking the thick trunk of his meat in her tight fist.

Then, with a long happy sigh, the little blonde stood up and hugged him. "Ooooh, your come is so good, Mark! I wish I had a gallon of it to take home with me, so I could sip it all night long with a straw!"

The violent urgency Mark always felt whenever he saw Julie had subsided now after his fist explosive climax. Madness, he thought, as she hugged him adoringly, grinding her hot pussy to his dangling rod. I could get twenty years for this, lose everything, and I can't stop!

"Can we suck and fuck for a whole hour now?" Julie whispered fervently. "Can we, Mark?"

For a minute he was shocked, until he reminded himself he'd taught her the words, knowing they'd excite her, the way they aroused himself mate bizarre obscene way. In public, Mark Jensen was the smooth, suave epitome of the classic successful businessman. With this girl every depraved fantasy he'd ever secretly imagined was being realized with vivid, obscene joy.

"Which would you rather have first?" he said huskily in her ear, squeezing her asscheeks. "Want me to eat your hot little pussy or spank you?" Julie tingled from head to toe. She loved them both, because a spanking meant not only tingling pain-pleasure when he began lewdly fingerfucking her, but when he ate her trembling cunt, she could faint with pure joy.

"Spank me!" Julie begged. "And then eat me!" Quickly, they both began to strip. The moment Julie was naked, Mark's long prick bristled with power again, quivering with impatience. She would be a knockout in a few more years, once her soft tits filled their lush promise and her plump, tawny thighs became sleek. Her golden cunt-hairs shone with her eager juices. Her lusciously rounded ass-cheeks made his stiff meat ache with excitement. He'd yet to pierce her tiny brown asshole, but that lustful joy was only minutes away.

At that moment, Mark Jensen decided he was either very, very lucky or very, very stupid. Only time would tell.

Julie's eyes gleamed on his trim naked body. In spite of his age, Mark's nakedness was lean and trim, with a hairy chest and flat stomach. Beneath his crimson shaft, his balls dangled hugely, fuzzy and swollen.

Mark sat on the edge of the bunk-bed, and Julie quickly hunched on his lap, her soft belly and hot tits on his outspread thighs. She quivered from head to toe with fear and lust. First, the pain, then the tingling, thrilling pleasure. "Spank me," she whimpered. "Hurt me, Mark. I love it when you hit my ass so hard and then… Mmmmmm -ouch!"

Gripping the outer rim of one silky plump ass-cheek in his hand, he brought his other hand down in a vicious stinging slap. Instantly, his prick leaped at the feel of the hot velvety flesh. He begun spanking her harder, digging his fingers into the succulent ass-flesh, recalling the lewd feel of his own daughter's hotly quivering cheeks. Julie began sobbing softly, firing his excitement to an intense pith.

"Masturbate me!" Julie cried, her nakedness trembling madly. "Ooooo, fingerfuck me, Mark, please!"

He slid a finger into her tight, juicy cunt and began stroking it in and out rapidly. The little blonde shuddered fiercely and began to jerk on his fucking finger, while his other hand continued to whip her lush ass-cheeks, turning them into an exciting bright crimson.

"Oh God, I'm hot!" Julie walled, swinging her hips furiously as he masturbated and spanked her at the same time. "Ooooo, Mark, do it harder, faster! Aaaaaaagh! It hurts!"

"Gooooood! I love it, I love you!"

His rod tingling madly, Mark slid a second finger into her narrow hot pussy, and now the blonde was jerking in a frantic spasm of pleasure on his fingers. Her tight cunt was already gorged, and even the pain of the spanking was sheer heaven!

"Cummmmming!" Julie screamed in a low moan, whipping her burning young ass up and down furiously. She clawed her sharp nails across his flanks in a fever of wild abandon. Sheets of fire raced through her drenched cunt, out to her blazing ass-cheeks, while she issued low screams of ecstasy, as Mark fingerfucked her savagely in brutal strokes.

"Marsha," he whispered hoarsely, reaching down to sink his teeth into her silky hot ass. If only it was his own luscious daughter! Christ, he loved her hot little cunt! All the years of watching and daydreaming and waiting, and now this passion crazed angel, shuddering and swinging her juicy ass with pure naked lust!

His fingers were soaked with her steaming cunt-juices now, and her lust maddened moans echoed throughout the small cabin. Finally, he withdrew his fingers, and the blonde twitched her glowing ass urgently, wanting more.

He pushed her out gently, and lay back on the bed, reaching for a cigarette. His long rod bristled urgently, but he wanted to draw the session out, savor every depraved moment of it. With the risks he was taking, there was a heavy premonition in the air that warned him to squeeze every ounce of lewd pleasure out of her plump, silken nakedness as possible. "I wish we could run away," Julie whispered, grabbing his hard seat in her loving fingers. "We could do this all the time, Mark. Nobody would ever know. They'd think I was your daughter."

"Stop talking that crap!" he said harshly. "I've got a family, for Christ's sake. A business. Do you realize what could happen if this ever came out?"

"I know, I know," she said quickly. She'd been warned a dozen times. But how could any of the dumb boys her own age, or oven older, satisfy her after a real man like Mark? Funny, thought Julie, he's afraid of my parents finding out, but did he even faintly suspect something was going on between his own wife and her father?

Something was going on, Julie knew. One day a few weeks ago she'd gotten out of school and came home early. Her father's car was in the driveway, meaning he'd left work early. Julie's mother worked too, so when she came into the house and heard soft screams upstairs, Julie hesitated down stairs, confused. Then her father came down stairs wearing his robe, and told her to leave and not come back for an hour. It was neither an explanation nor a request. No one ever questioned or argued with Julie's father. He was a giant of a man, harsh and crude. Julie never liked him, and often daydreamed that Mark was her father, so handsome and polite. Since the two families were next-door neighbors, they got along fairly well, although Mark didn't like her father, either, Julie knew. Hardly anyone liked her father.

Obediently, Julie disappeared for an hour, going to a girlfriends house. But as she was coming to her house, she saw Mark's wife leaving. That didn't prove anything, though. Except for the funny look an her face: furtive, kind of, sort of guilty and rushed. But what would a beautiful, intelligent woman like Sheila Jensen be doing having an affair with a slob like her own father, Julie wondered? Especially with a handsome, sexy husband like, Mark.

None of it made sense. Besides, the only thing madly, totally in love with Mark Jensen, even if he that mattered to Julie was the fact that he was old enough to be her father. Even the way he'd taken her cherry, only a few weeks ago, was so sweet and romantic, a memory the blonde lingered over, day in and day, out.

Julie had run over next-door to Mark's house one night when she'd had a violent argument with her father. Actually, the blonde was looking for Marsha, to spill out her troubles. But no one was home, except Mark. They'd all gone to the movies, except for Mark, who was going over some books. Unable to hold back her tears, Julie blurted out that her father was a terrible, crude man, a tyrant and she wanted to run away from home.

Sympathetically, Mark listened to her and then held her and comforted her, as though she were his own daughter. He told her why it was wrong to run away from home, but while he lectured her in a soft voice, holding her on his lap, something strange happened. He began stroking her soothingly, rubbing her arms and then her legs, talking all the while in the softest, warmest voice.

And Julie, without knowing why, began to squirm excitedly on his lap. He was so warm and comforting, and her father had never shown her any affection. After that, everything was a blur. Julie was suddenly hugging him, and crying and kissing him, and she could actually feel his immense prick straining at his pants like a hot coiled spring of sexy power.

One thing led to another, and then Mark was gently rubbing her hot crotch, and a minute later he'd begun to fingerfuck her in slow, dreamy strokes. And a few minutes after that, he was eating her pussy, triggering the wildest thrills she'd ever wen begun to imagine. And then they were in bed, Mark dreamily fucking her – it only hurt for a few minutes, because of his enormous prick – and then it was the most wonderful, wildest experience in the world. And now the girl felt faint just looking at him, remembering that fantastic night she'd awakened to sex.

And now, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Each time Julie even thought about him, her hot little cunt began seeping with excitement and she trembled like a leaf.

Now the blonde cuddled closer to him on the bunk-bed and moaned with rising excitement. She continually fondled and caressed his long, thrilling prick, wanting urgently for him to eat her pussy, but wanting even more to please him. It was ironic that everyone thought he was such a cold, distant character when he was actually a terrifically exciting lover.

Whatever temptation the luscious adolescent might have about telling him what she suspected about Mark's wife and her own father, Julie immediately put out of her mind. He was nervous enough about things as they stood.

"I'd do anything in the world for you," Julie whispered passionately, crouching down to kiss his long rod of flesh with reverence. It quivered powerfully in her fingers and she moaned lewdly. "Anything. I'll even – even get you other girls if you want. Honest."

Jesus, Mark thought with disgust, all I need are two or three more problems like Julie! Enjoy yourself, he remembered. It's later than you think.

"Just keep kissing my cock and swing your gorgeous little ass over here," he told her.

Happily, Julie swung her crouched naked body around in reverse, so that her golden-haired cunt hovered over his waiting mouth. She began sucking on his thick hot cock once more, while he clutched her soft hips in his fingers and brought her pink wet pussy down to his mouth. Then the distinguished businessman commenced sucking off the girls delicious hot cunt with feverish abandon. Jesus, she was delicious! All honey and fire, her pussy-juices gushing into his mouth like the sweetest nectar. Leisurely thrills rippled through his loins as Julie fervently sucked and kissed and nibbled on his hard prick, stroking the thick meat all the while in her eager hot fingers.

For a few minutes Mark lost himself in a reverie of other sweet pussies and other lustful blowjobs he'd gotten over the years, comparing. His own wife Sheila had been a wildcat when they'd first met, tight, juicy and insatiable. For six months, practically all they'd done was sixty-nine. Before long, dreamy fucking sessions that left them both happily exhausted. But then it wore off; hell, it always did after the first year or two of marriage.

Then Mark began getting occasional secretaries searching for new cars, just two or three-week affairs. He quickly found out how dangerous that could be with singles. If they got hung up on you, they started talking about divorce and causing trouble. So he switched to horny housewives, which, in spite of a small town like Rockville, there seemed to be an endless supply. The very moment any of them tended to get possessive or heavy, he dropped them as though they had the plague.

And then there was the agony and desire of watching his own beautiful daughter grow up, an irresistibly tempting replica in the flesh of his own wife when she was young and hot and wildly passionate, the most feverishly satisfying sex he'd ever had, the juiciest, most fiery cunt imaginable.

Maybe the succulent, lovely beauty lovingly whipping her sweet mouth up and down on his burning meat was his final fling. Hell, he was almost forty. Her lewd groans were music to his ears as she gave him a torrid, greedy blowjob, and her sweet little cunt gushed pure boiling honey into his lapping mouth like wet fire.

But deep down Mark Jensen knew the truth. He wanted his own daughter, Marsha. He dreamed, day and night, about kissing and nibbling and sucking on every tawny inch of her sweet young flesh, spanking and fingerfucking and ramming his massive prick into her lush tightness until she screamed for mercy.

And Julie, sucking lustfully on his balls at this very moment to send tingling thrills racing through his blood, was only a substitute. A luscious, madly sucking substitute, and a gorgeous one too, but only an echo of what he really craved.

Mark pushed her protesting lips away from his pounding hot meat. "Let's fuck!" he gasped.

"Yes, yes, yes," Julie moaned. She crawled quickly up beside him, on her back, drawing her knees up high. Her pink shining cunt was exposed like a tiny rosebud, pulsating madly.

Mark mounted her, and the young blonde wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back. She panted in a frenzy, with her hot as writhing urgently, while he guided the huge knob of his prick into the narrow slit of her slippery cunt-lips.

"Good uuuuuugh! Good God!" screamed Julie. Only an inch of his colossal meat had pierced her pussy, but already violent waves of heat shuddered trough her madly throbbing cunt. Carefully, Mark began stoking his rod gently in and out of the blonde's fiery cunt, sucking in his breath with intense pleasure. Christ, what juicy as! Another inch, and Julie was swinging her perspiring plump ass to a steady rhythm of obscene joy, gasping and raving.

"Oh Mark – unnnnngh! – Darling, love it, love your big prick – Oooooooooo! More, honey, more! Yesssssss, I love to fuck you, oh it's wild! Oh give it to me all, hurt me, tear me up, all of it – aaaaaaaargh!"

"Ahhhhh, that's hot loving pussy!" Mark groaned. It was all he could do to keep from coming at this moment in her fiery slit. No matter how slowly he tried to pump his gorged cock in and out, Julie's tawny little ass swung to a frenzied rhythm of lust. Her fingers squeezed his own muscled ass fiercely as she jerked. Tears of lewd pleasure rolled down her cheeks as his fucking movements came faster, although be still had only two-thirds of his long meat inserted.

"All of it!" Julie gasped. "All of your hot prick!"

With a violent upward wrench of her soft hips, she managed to enclose his fleshy rod to the very hilt. Now in a fury of wantonness, the girls ass-cheeks slapped loudly against his swollen balls.

"Can't – mmmmmm – can't hold it any more!" grunted Mark. His big balls tinged madly for a moment, and then he gushed his burning load out in great urgent spurts. Instantly, Julie's luscious hot cunt clamped madly on his dick. She shook her head from side to side, low screams of sheer lustful bliss coming from her throat.

"Can't stop cummmmming!" the blonde sobbed. She locked her ankles more tightly behind his back. Maddening spasms of her gushing pussy rocked Mark's loins with intense thrills, as the adolescent drained every last drop of his molten juice.

Long after his rod went limp, Julie continued to sob and twitch her perspiring young ass. Both their naked bellies were bathed in sweat, and they ground together as they panted.

She hugged him so tightly, he had trouble glancing at his watch. Jesus! He'd better get her home fast. The temptation to ravage her virgin asshole, so tiny and helpless, would just have to wait. There would be plenty of other opportunities – unless the whole mess came crashing down first.

Driving back to town a few minutes later, the warm glow of lustful contentment in Mark's loins made him toy playfully with her softly curved ass. But as be glanced at her lovely ass, he realized with a shock just how young she was and the fact that she was his next-door neighbor's daughter. And his neighbor wasn't exactly a fragile flower either. Six feet, four, with a barrel chest and arms like an overweight wrestler. He had a vicious temper, too.

But the police worried Mark more than anything. Hell, suppose Julie blabbed everything out to a girlfriend in a moment of gushing love or weakness? What did he expect for screwing around with a juicy little hunk young enough to be his own daughter.

All because he craved his own daughter.

He let Julie off a few blocks from her house. He had to forcibly push her away when she tried to hug him goodbye.

"For Christ's sake!" he exploded. "The neighbors, you dope. Better keep any for a few days."

"Oh damn," sighed the blonde. "Okay… I'll just write you another mushy love letter."

"Don't mail it!"

"Don't worry," she said, furtively squeezing his cock through his pants. "I'm not that naive."

Mark watched her get out of his car, her plump, cute ass irresistibly bouncing and swaying. Already he felt the tingle of another hard-on. Even the prospect of twenty years and total disgrace in a hick town like Rockville couldn't keep him away from that tight, fiery young pussy. He was hooked as thoroughly as though he were a junkie.

In his own house, he kissed his wife perfunctorily on the cheek. There was a funny blush to her beautiful face, as though she were secretly excited about something. Still gorgeous at thirty-six, still a passionate, eager ball of fire in bed, next to a girl like Julie she was practically a shadow.

There was no denying Sheila Jensen turned eyes whenever she walked down the streets of Rockville. Lush, firm tits proudly held out, a narrow waist, voluptuously rounded hips and long tapering legs. The perfect, faithful wife, thought Mark wryly. Christ, if only she knew!

"Where's Jack and Marsha?" he asked her.

"Marsha is over at a girlfriend's house and Jack is taking his guitar lesson. They'll be home soon."

Sheila avoided his gaze as she spoke, fussing around the kitchen stove. Poor Mark! God, if he knew what was going on he'd kill her. The whips, the chains, the humble obedience and agonizing hot sessions… with the man in town he practically detested most, their next-door neighbor.

It's going to be all right, Sheila told herself. But her fingers shook with nervousness as she reached for a pot. If she had any sanity left she'd cut the whole perverted business out right now. She'd tell Eddie to forget it all, she didn't even want to talk to him again.

Well, maybe after just one more time. Her lush ass still glowed with pain and humiliation after their last violent encounter. And it was such a delicious feeling.

Mark settled down in the living room with a drink. He didn't know why his son bothered to take guitar lessons. The kid sounded terrible, as if he had a tin ear. As far as the music teacher across the street went, she'd already settled into the old-spinster routine. But she wasn't bad looking actually. If you looked carefully beneath those thick horn-rimmed glasses she wore, you could sometimes detect a look of quiet desperation in her eyes. And she always wore her hair coiled up, and those prim, shapeless dresses. But if you somehow got beneath all that.

Hell, Mark had his hands full enough. Between his own stacked, passionate wife, his next-door neighbor's luscious little daughter, and his irresistible craving to spank, suck and fuck his own daughter, he was having trouble.

CHAPTER TWO

When Jack Jensen showed up at his music teacher's house, just across the street from his own, he was totally unprepared for what greeted him.

At first he thought the fantastically seductive brunette who opened the door couldn't possibly be Miss Hawkins. In the first place, she didn't wear thick glasses and her hair wasn't coiled up on top of her head. In the second place, she wasn't wearing a shapeless dress. And finally, she had a figure that made his eyes practically bulge.

What greeted Jack was a tall, big-breasted, long legged knockout. Her huge brown eyes were luminous, almost burning. She wore mascara, rouge and lipstick, looking like a model for a foxy magazine cover. Her snug, low-cut dress revealed creamy tits that particularly billowed out over her V-neck. Her leg were clad in misty black nylon and high heels.

Jack had lost has cherry in the back seat of a jalopy at a drive-in movie. The recipient of his long bursting cock was a gushing girl, not even a cherry herself. He'd had a number of girls since, some average, some really cute. A few of them could really fuck, although most of them were clumsy and mushy with inexperience.

But all the pussy in Rockville lined up stark naked couldn't begin to compare to this knockout.

"Don't just stand there, gawking," Anne said, with a sultry smile. "Came on in, Jack."

He hauled his guitar case into the living room and sat down on the sofa, awkwardly. At eighteen, the first thing, that occurred to him was that obviously the luscious brunette had a date with someone after his music lesson. But as a sharp tingling began in his balls, spreading along the length of his thick coiled prick, Jack realized he'd have to go through his lesson with a painful hard-on. Jesus, if he stood up he'd look as though he had a salami in his pants.

Anne Hawkins stood before him, her eyes smoldering. "I don't know if you like wine, but I've got some sherry if you'd like a glass."

Anne went, into the kitchen, her blood singing with excitement. She'd taken more than two hours to transform herself into a sultry knockout. But the effect even surprised herself. And the energy that went into it was pure horny lust, accumulated for more than a year. Just thinking about that handsome, super hung kid sitting in the next room with an obviously huge erection was enough to make her hot pussy begin to seep its primed juices.

She poured half a large glass of sherry for him, then tapped the glass with vodka. He wouldn't know the difference and it would loosen him up. For herself, she poured straight vodka, knowing that the only thing that would loosen her up was a few torrid hours of ball-kissing, cocksucking, having her aching cunt lasciviously devoured and a nonstop fucking session for at least an hour.

Anne went back to the living room. He'd already started fooling around with his guitar, the chords tinny and inept.

"Am I getting any better?" he asked.

"A little," she said. "It takes time and practice, Jack. Drink your drink, honey."

He gulped half his drink down, feeling awkward. She'd never called him honey before. And she was actually staring at his hard-on with some of the hungriest eyes he'd ever seen in his life. For the first time it occurred to Jack that she'd turned herself into a sexy, mouth-watering bombshell just for him.

Well, hell, he knew he was good looking enough, for the chicks in high school anyway. Normally, he'd just make a pass at a schoolgirl by kissing her and squeezing her tit at the same time. Then he'd slowly work his fingers under her skirt and up around her crotch, which was usually soaked by this time. But that seemed clumsy as hell to him with a voluptuous woman like this. Obviously, she'd been around at one time or another and, looking as wild as this, could have her choice of any man in town. Why a high-school kid like himself?

Mentally, Anne was already thinking about that. Men her own age bored her, like her ex-husband. There wasn't any sense of conquest, or especially corruption. For a year or more now, she'd fantasized turning on handsome boys like Jack so lewdly, they'd never forget her. And no matter who else they screwed or married, they – could think back and say, "Wow, that sexy music teacher, Miss Hawkins, now that was an unforgettable experience, the wildest mouth and ass I've ever had." But at the age of thirty-one, Anne also knew she'd probably have to take the first step. The boy was awed by her, that much was, clear. She finished her drink, put it down, and took the guitar from him and placed it beside the sofa.

Then the tall brunette leaned over and kissed him with naked lust. She slithered her tongue deep into his mouth, writhing it around. A moment later she put her warm hand on his thick pounding prick and squeezed. "Would you like to fuck me, Jack?" she whispered hotly in his ear. She unzipped his fly before he could even reply. Sliding her fingers inside, she grasped his hot coiled meat with a low moan off fervor. God, what a prick! The mere feel of its throbbing, burning power brought the wildest urges to her whirling mind.

Suddenly the frustrated divorcee wanted to be fucked everywhere, endlessly. Not only in her holly sucking pussy, which had already soaked her panties until they were completely drenched, but in her tingling asshole and mouth, even between the mounds of her lush, swollen tits.

"Christ, yes!" Jack breathed, putting a hand on her warm tit and squeezing. She'd taken his long fleshy rod out of his pants now, and was milking it gently in her soft warm fist. For a few moments, the boy was afraid he'd come in her hand.

Sensing how wildly aroused he was, the brunette slowed down. She released his boiling meat from her fingers, and undid his belt-buckle. If he was going to come that fast, she might as well get all that delicious hot juice spurring down her throat instead of all over her hand.

Anne knelt between Jack's thighs and slid down his pants and jockey-shorts with them. Far a few moments, her tits panted feverishly as she just stared at the gigantic crimson prick. All the juices of youth flowed and pounded in its thick length. Tiny purple veins of impatience quivered along his bright-red rod, and already a thick creamy drop of come oozed from his massive knob.

Jack sat on the sofa, naked from the waist down. The softly moaning brunette knelt between his muscled thighs and firmly gripped the trunk of his cock in one hand. Already it quivered explosively. Issuing a deep moan of hunger, Anne darted out her long pink tongue and licked up the salty drop of come, tasting it happily. She would give him a blowjob he'd never forget, so he'd come back again and again for more.

But first, the artistic frills. She held his pounding rod up with one hand and nuzzled her lips to his fuzzy balls. She licked at them lasciviously for a minute, before putting her lips on their hairy hugeness and sucking fervently.

"Oh, shit, Miss Hawkins! Oh wow, that's good! Oh, yeah, yeah, ummmmmmm! I love it when you suck my balls like that!"

By now the madly aroused brunette was getting so feverish she had to fight the urge to fingerfuck herself at the same time. But Jack would have enough juice stored up to come again and again, in her madly pounding cunt and aching asshole, just about anywhere she desired.

Jack cupped her head in his hands and nudged her closer to his tingling balls. He'd had schoolgirls blow him before, but it was girl-scout stuff compared to this! She was tracing lusty circles on his balls with her hot tongue, pausing every few seconds to suck on them passionately. The young girls Jack had persuaded to go down on him before, and not all of them needed a hell of a lot of persuasion, either, had usually given him clumsy but eager blowjobs. Just sucking out his boiling come as fast as they could to please him. But this wildly sexy brunette was driving him absolutely crazy with her lustful teasing.

Suddenly Anne gasped his quivering meat in her mouth and began greedily sucking him off, deep animal moans coming from her throat. She began whipping her head back and forth with a pent-up urgency, eager to gulp down his youthful juices, to relish every burning drop. At the same time, she jerked the trunk of his pounding rod lewdly in her hot fist.

"Can't-can't hold my rocks!" Jack gasped, astonished at her frenzied cocksucking. He jerked his prick up to meet her sucking-motions, feeling as if his jism was being drained out of him by an electric sucking machine. Lord, what a blowjob! Every nerve in his loins was exploding as the divorcee's madly hungry mouth pumped passionately on his rock-hard meat. The lusty combination of her jerking hot fist at the same time triggered a tremendous climax.

"Ooooooo, shit! Oh Christ Miss Hawkins, unnnnnng! Can't take your wild mouth! Here it comes, here – wow! – Get my rocks off! Ooooooooo!" Frantic groans of lust coming from her throat, Anne sucked faster and more furiously. The massive bursting prick quivered for long thrilling moments in Anne's mouth, swelling and growing as hard as a brick. Then his load came in great torrents of salty lava. Greedily the brunette gulped it down, loving the burning creamy taste, gently ripping her teeth along his fleshy rod in frenzied hunger.

For a solid minute, Jack continued to burst his flood of come into her fantastically eager mouth, gasping and groaning with excitement. Her crazed moans were subsiding now, but still Anne sucked fiercely as his long cock slowly deflated. Every molten drop of his young juice was nectar to her starved throat, and a thrilling promise of what her pussy and asshole would soon get.

At last she released his limp prick with a long, delicious sigh of happiness. The blowjob was fierce and urgent, over with too quickly for her satisfaction. But there would be others, plenty of others, and not just with Jack either.

She milked a final few drops out with her fist, which she eagerly lapped up. Then she stood up with a languorous expression, her eyes still glowing on his thick dangling prick.

"Did you like that, Jack? Was it good enough for you?"

The eighteen-year-old nodded, still catching his breath. "It was far out, Miss Hawkins. Jesus, I never got my rocks off like that! It was… dynamite."

Feeling a thrill of pride, Anne went to the kitchen to refill their glasses. This time she poured straight vodka. Sucking off a beautiful young boy like Jack was an experience she desperately needed, but now her silken cunt pulsated and ached with a powerful need of its own. And not just her sex-starved pussy, either. There was a strange tingling in her asshole, a need to be ravaged there by his gorgeous young prick as well.

By now, the brunette music teacher knew she was half-drunk, but she was careless about the outcome of any of it, as long as she could gratify the wild fantasies that had tormented her for more than a year. Her cunt felt like a throbbing mass of fire, and every nerve in her succulently curved flesh ached fiercely. Her swollen nipples tingled madly, begging to be sucked and gently bitten. But above all, she needed that throbbing, gigantic young prick rammed up her sucking pussy until she fainted with sheer satisfaction and joy.

She'd waited so long, held off so stupidly, Anne Hawkins wondered if she'd ever get enough sucking and fucking to gratify her built-up urgency.

Back in the living room, she pulled Jack up by the hand and fondled his deflated rod in her lewd fingers as they sipped their drinks. It stiffened rapidly again in her stroking fingers.

"Ever eat a pussy before?" she whispered to him wantonly. She loved the raw sex-sound of the words after playing the role of a starved spinster for so long. She could also feel the effect the obscene words were having on the boy as his prick leaped hungrily in her fingers.

"Yeah, sure," Jack lied. The truth was, he'd had the urge a couple of times with a few of the cuter chicks he'd dated, but he'd never actually gone down on them. The prospect of ramming his tongue up this gorgeous brunette's cunt bath intimidated and excited the hell out of him. Suppose he disappointed her?

"Or suck on a girl's tits and fingerfucked her at the same time, until she came all over your fingers?" Anne murmured, stroking just a bit harder on his rigid hot meat. She'd get the boy so hot he wouldn't be able to stop coming.

"Christ, Miss Hawkins, you're getting me so worked up I'm going to come in your fingers," Jack rasped, gulping down the rest of his drink in one swallow.

"Or fucked a girl in the ass?" the madly aroused brunette continued, relentlessly. Actually, the words were exciting herself at least as much as him. Why, she wondered, did it sound so great to be a whore after playing the role of a spinster for so long? But she loved the role of the insatiable whore, at least right now.

"No," Jack stammered truthfully. The idea of screwing the tall, sultry divorcee in her beautifully curved ass brought an impatient drop of come oozing from his crimson knob.

As far as Anne was concerned, her inner debate was over with. She wanted this boy's massive pole rammed up her pussy right now, every hot pounding inch. The rest of her sex-starved desires have to wait. Only a straight, hot, ruthless fuck would put out her fire for now. Dog style the first time. She wanted those big young balls crushing brutally against her nakedly curved ass each time he rammed forward, like a burning pile driver.

"Undress me," she said in a husky voice. "Strip me, honey, and then fuck me until I faint."

His fingers trembling with eagerness, Jack stood behind the sultry brunette and unzipped her dress. All the while she undulated her big warm ass against his naked prick, getting him hotter, more furiously aroused. Whom her dress was tossed aside, he unsnapped her bra, took it off and toad that aide. She clutched his hands and squeezed them to her luscious hot tits, moaning with rising lust. She continued jerking her lush ass-cheeks to his now-stiff rod of flesh, rubbing the silky crack of her ass-cheeks so lewdly he was afraid he'd shoot off spin, on the spot.

When the voluptuous music teacher was stark naked, Jack sucked in his breath. Her tits had rosy nipples, fat with lust. Her copper-colored cunt-hairs were soaked with her passion. Compared to the schoolgirls he'd fumbled around with for the past few years, Anne Hawkins was a Goddess.

She gripped his cock in one warm fist and guided him to the arm of the sofa. The thrilling, surging power of his long young dick almost made her want to suck him off again. But what she needed at this moment, more than anything in the world, was a brutal, hot animal fuck. The statuesque brunette knew that he might come too soon again. Already his crimson prick was surging anxiously in her loving fingers. But she knew how to fix that, too.

Facing him, Anne darted two fingers into her trembling cunt and spread her own hotly flowing cunt-juices over them. She covered the length of his hard rod with her gushing fluid liberally, rubbing the knob obscenely against her pulsing cunt-lips meanwhile.

"Now, listen, Jack," she said in a hoarse urgent voice. "I need a long hot fuck from you, darling. As big as your mammoth cock is, don't worry about hurting me. Just slam it all in and work it, honey. Keep on working it, because, darling, you don't know how badly I need this one!"

"Christ, you're so sexy, Miss Hawkins…"

"Call me Anne, silly."

"I might – I might come too soon to satisfy you, Anne."

"The hell you will," she said, grinning with knowledge. "I'll fix that you darling boy. You just screw like a machine. I'll let you know what to stop."

The naked, lusciously curved brunette hunched her belly over the arm of the sofa and spread her long legs behind her, with her toes touching the floor. She leaned far down with her elbows on the seat of the soft. Her plump naked ass undulated urgently, so ripely inviting. Jack feared he would explode his boiling rocks off before he even touched her pink glistening cunt. He could see her juicy slit pulsating hungrily before his eyes, peeping between her silky cunt-hairs.

Reaching behind her, where the boy stood in an upright position between her outspread, creamy thighs, Anne seized the base of his cock tightly in her fingers. Moaning anxiously, she guided his huge hot knob against her waiting cunt-lips, inserting the head of his burning dick inside her just an inch or so. She held it there while she gyrated her madly hot pussy around it for a minute.

"Oh God, that's so good, darling! Oh Christ, that's so hot and nice, Jack, baby! Mmmmmmm,what loving meat! Yessss. Start now, start fucking. Start fucking my hot cunt now!"

Grabbing a velvety naked ass-cheek in each hand, Jack rammed his long rod forward. Instantly he gritted his teeth as her lusciously hot and tight pussy sucked madly on it. Then the wildly panting brunette was jerking feverishly back and forth on his pistoning rod. Each time she swung back, Anne slammed her perspiring hot ass in a frenzy to his bushy crotch, gasping as his swollen dick slid further and further into her tight, luscious cunt.

"Oh Christ, fuck me, darling boy! Unnnnnnngh! Need this so bad! Ooooo, honey, thrilling big prick – aaagh!"

Jack found it almost impossible to believe the sensations rippling along his burning meat. Each time he savagely thrust his gorged prick forward, the moaning brunette clamped her silken, drenched cunt on it in a fury of lewdness. She whipped her hot pussy up and down, and then from side to side, and then in frantic circles. The feel of his gigantic knob grinding around the walls of her aching cunt was sheer obscene heaven after a whole year of abstinence.

"Gonna – ooooof! – come, gonna come, Anne! Too hot and good, too juicy, wowwwwwww!"

The wildly jerking brunette had never released her tight grip on the base of his thick meat, and I now she deliberately tightened her fingers on, it so hard, Jack grunted in pain. She kept up the agonizing pressure all the while her ripe hot ass swung furiously on him. It was impossible for him to come as long as she squeezed his long thick cock in this manner. But her own lustful pleasure was being fired by the moment, each time she slammed back in a frenzy to meet his driving hot prick, now gorging her starved cunt with thrilling effect.

"Fuck me, darling boy!" she panted, grinding her soaked pussy furiously up and down on his fleshy rod. Her other fingers toyed at first with her swollen, sensitive tin beneath her, then darted down to rind her own clitoris. She began stroking it in a fever of lust, feeling her first orgasm build up to spine-tingling proportions. She vibrated a fingertip frantically against her gorged clit-bud while Jack fucked her with relentless power, ramming his rod into the hilt. The feel of her silky hot ass in his digging fingers and the sight of her sexily-curved nakedness jerking and thrashing beneath his prick would be enough to make him come at any time. But the pressure of his music teacher's painful fingers on the base of his dick made it impossible. All he could do was savagely and hopefully screw her, wishing her agonizing grip on his cock would ease up so he could come.

But Jesus, what a wild, incredible piece of ass compared to the clumsy schoolgirls he'd had up to now! Not just sultry and beautiful, but so starved for violent sex the boy sensed she could keep up the pace for twenty-four hours, nonstop!

"Your cunt is driving me – oh jeez, Miss Hawkins. Your pussy is too much! Let go, my cock, please! Ooooooof!"

The fiercely panting brunette released her pip on his rod for just a few seconds, then resumed its painful vise. Her first climax was building up now, beginning to explode and race to every jarred nerve in her sensuous flesh. One fact she realized with sudden insight, you couldn't hold back on sex, couldn't deny your healthy body for as long as she had without going crazy later. Lord, she'd fuck anything in pants right now, and some of it in skirts as well!

"Love your hot prick!" the wildly thrashing brunette panted as she pound her naked hot ass against his sweaty crotch. "Love hot young cock! Oooooo, coming again, darling! Aaaaaaargh! Wanna suck and fuck all niiiiiight! Coming!"

Another, more violent orgasm shattered in Anne's blazing cunt, tingling from her toes to her nipple-tips. Every softly curved inch of her writhing nakedness was drenched in perspiration, as the massive prick drove deeper and harder. Her searing cunt felt as if it were gorged to bunting, but she loved it more with each lustful stroke. Again and again, the screaming brunette came, until she mercifully released her taut grip on Jack's quivering hard-on.

"Oh thanks, Christ, so hot and juicy! Wowwwwwww! Gonna come, gotta come, oh, beeeeeeautiful cunt!" Jack grunted.

Feeling the boy's gushing jism beginning to spurt in mighty gushes deep into her trembling hot cunt, Anne fingerfucked her swollen clit to a furious tempo. She writhed her fleshy naked ass frantically to his bushy groin as Jack pumped his long rod into the very hilt, his balls grinding against her waked thighs.

"Coming!" Anne screamed, "Oh Jeeeeesus, young hot prick I love you! Love it, fuck me harder, yesssssss! Unnnnnnnggg!"

The hottest, wildest orgasm she'd ever felt in her life now shuddered through the music teacher's madly nicking cunt. For an electrifying moment she almost fainted with sheer obscene pleasure. In time, she could teach the handsome boy to really ram it to a woman, show him tricks that would drive any girl or man-starved woman up the wall.

Still clamping her lust-maddened pussy in a frenzy on his limp shaft, at last the moaning brunette released his long rod. Heaving for breath, Jack stepped back, dazed by the wildness and tempestuous passion of the sex-starved divorcee. And the boy could conclude was that she was one hell of a better sex teacher than music teacher. If he could only play the guitar like she could go down on him and screw, he'd be the country's leading folk ginger.

How could he ever be happy with a hot schoolgirl again? Her huge tits bounced as she slowly stood up, sighing and moaning with long-awaited contentment. "Time for another drink," said Anne, gazing with loving tenderness at his young cock.

"I don't think I've got time," Jack said. "I'm supposed to be home for dinner in about five minutes."

"Then we'll make time," Anne said with vehemence. She was glowing with contentment right now, but the way she felt she knew she'd be wildly aroused again in a few hours. And she wasn't about to go out in a hick town like Rockville and risk her reputation with a pickup. Not as she gazed at his powerfully muscled body and mammoth prick. Her ripe breasts began to pant at the mete thought of having him gush his burning semen all over them, then craning her head down to lick it up with greedy fervor.

"Call your folks and tell them you had to go out somewhere with a friend. You had to help him fix his car, emergency or something like that. You'll be at least another hour."

Staring at her lush, heaving tits and sleek thighs, Jack quickly agreed. He made the phone call, hemming and hawing with a clumsy excuse, but finally stumbled believably through it. By the time he hung up the phone, the naked brunette was already sprawled back on the edge of the bed, with her creamy thighs spread. She leaned back on her elbows, her pink sucking cunt eagerly dripping with impatience.

"I want you to go down on me, honey," she told him in a husky voice. "But not so fast. Suck on my tits first. They're so hot they might explode. Go to it, honey!"

Jack didn't need any further coaxing at the sight of her sensuously naked body. He lay on top of the tail divorcee, clutching a hot, ripe tit in his hands and began sucking hard on the fat nipple.

"Oooooh, good boy, darling boy, rnmmmmmm! Mmmmm! Bite, but carefully… ahhhh, just tease the nipples, sweetie, nibble, yummy! Suck my other tit now, darling… Ahhhhhh!"

Jacks hard on was once more complete as he teased and kissed her luscious burning breast mounds. Her nipples were gorged with passion in his mouth, and all the time Anne gyrated and leisurely swung her drenched cunt up against him. She stroked his hard asscheeks in her caressing fingers, softly moaning with lewd pleasure. The boy was no artist, but he could be trained.

"Okay, darling, slide your mouth down now, but slowly, I want you to tease my belly and clit, sweet boy. Inch by loving inch, mmmmmmmmm!"

The feverish brunette was rapidly arousing herself to a frantic pitch at the prospect of having her pussy eaten after so Iong. He licked at her gently rounded belly for a minute before casing his lips down into her cunt of nest-hairs. With an urgent groan, Anne drew her knees up high and dug her heels into his broad shoulders. This was going to be fantastic, having her hot pulsing cunt sucked and lapped at like a melting ice cream cone. "Now," she panted, "start kissing and sucking me off now!Nqw, baby! Ooooooo, Jesusssssssss! Oh eat it, eat it!"

Jack's hesitation quickly gave way to the fragrant sweet stickiness of her pussy. The pink slit sucked back at him like a schoolgirl's eager lips, seeking passionately as his tongue drove deep and hard. Her satiny ass swung blissfully in his hand, while her gushing cunt jerked in a frenzy up to meet his mouth. She tasted so good and obscenely exciting he felt that he could almost come again. With deep animal groans, the wriggling, naked brunette swung her soft hips fiercely and tugged at his hair.

"Ah God, you darling cunteater! Ooooooooo! Suck it harder, darling boy, harder! Aaaaaaaah!" The music teacher began coming in his mouth, tugging wildly at his hair and softly screaming with depraved bliss. The sensations in her madly sucking cunt were almost unendurable. Jack's long tongue was like burning sandpaper, fucking this way and that, stinging her silken walls with maddening thrills.

And even in a series of wild orgasms, the divorcee's asshole began to tingle impatiently. Why not have him ram that beautiful monster up there too? She'd been had that way before, but only by her ex-husband, whose cock was nothing to write testimonials about. Besides, he was always ginger about it, afraid he might hurt her. Well, hell, what did he think the whole idea was for!

"Wait!" Anne panted, pushing his eager mouth away from her soaked slit. Quickly, she turned over and hunched her knees under her, so that her molded ass trembled eagerly before him.

"Fuck me in the ass," she implored. "Stick that beautiful rod in as deep as it'll go, darling boy. Don't worry about hurting me! Just ram it home, sweetheart. Kneel behind me and spread my ass-cheeks and it'll be easier. That's it!"

Because of his inexperience, she had to grab his fleshy rod and guide the pounding knob against her tiny, puckered hole. Jack knelt upright between her thighs, spreading her silky cheeks apart with his hands. His surging prick pulsated against the miniature slit. He hesitated, wondering how he'd manage to pierce her narrow tunnel with his thick cock.

"Just shove it home!" Anne urged anxiously. "Slam that hot prick in with all your might, darling! aaaaaargh! oh! jeeeeeezus, that burns! Holy God, unnnnnnngh!"

Bolts of ripping pain exploded in her tight anus as Jack's massive rod tore into it, savagely. For a second, the lust-crazed divorcee thought she'd faint from pain. Lord, when her husband had fucked her in the ass she thought she was being tickled compared to this!

"Yes! Ram it deep, baby, unnnnnnf! Fuck my ass! Ow! Fuck my asshole with all your might, sweet boy – hurts wild! Oh, wild, yes, oh loving hot prick, mmmmmmm!"

So feverishly aroused was the brunette that even the searing waves of pain felt heavenly as they ravaged her steaming asshole to the very depths. She clawed at the sofa beneath her in a fury of bliss-pain. She wriggled her gorged asshole cautiously up and down on his pistoning prick, grinding her ripe naked ass against his swollen balls. Anne felt as if her bowels were being torn in two, and she loved it!

"Oh shit that's – mmmmmmm – that's so good, Anne!" Jack panted as he slammed his rock-hard dick brutally in and out of her steaming bowels. Not as tight and juicy as her wild pussy, but different, fantastically tight at the asshole but loose and boiling deep inside. And the feel of her lush creamy ass-cheeks writhing madly in his hands, hotly squirming, fired his excitement to a hotter pitch.

"Gonna shoot," he groaned, unable to control his load as her blazing asshole wriggled in a fury of lust on his meat.

"Then shoot!" she sobbed. "Shoot your load in my ass, beautiful boy! Aaaaaah, God, that's it, keep coming, keep commmmmmmming! Oh, it burns wildly! Ooooooooo, yes!"

Boiling torrents of his molten come stung deep into the divorcee's churning asshole, and again Anne found herself erupting with a feverish climax. She clamped her ass-slit so hungrily on his spurting cock, Jack groaned aloud in pain.

"Love it," Anne moaned, after he stopped erupting. "Love being fucked in the ass, Jack! Oh, that gorgeous monster of yours… Whewwwwwww!"

She finally released his limp rod and rolled over on her back with a shaking breath. His burning come tingled deep in her ass, mingling with her earlier climaxes. For a minute all she could do was moan and twitch her ripely curved flesh.

"I gotta get going now," Jack said urgently. "My dad will give me hell if I'm too late."

Anne waved her hand languidly. She didn't want to move so much as an inch, except for her twitching hips. All the happy brunette wanted to was lie there and bask in the glow of lustful satisfaction after a whole year. She watched the boy dress through half-lidded eyes, her gaze never leaving his thick, dangling rod. When he was dressed, she beckoned to him and gave him a long passionate kiss, rubbing her palm lewdly to his bulging crotch.

"Remember your next lesson is three days from now," Anne murmured huskily. "And I shouldn't have to tell you this, Jack, but not a single damned word about this to anyone, understand?"

Jack nodded eagerly. "Sure, Miss Hawkins, I understand."

She was about to correct the name but changed her mind. After all, she was his teacher, wasn't she? Guitar and sex now. Anne still lay panting for breath when he closed the front door behind him. Slowly, still naked, she padded into the kitchen, poured herself a drink and got a cigarette. Then she sprawled back on the sofa, rubbing her glowing tits and thinking, reliving the hot, thrilling moments.

At first, the music teacher felt terrific. After a solid year of abstinence, she'd seduced the handsome young stud who lived just across the sheet. Miss Hawkins, the prim, legendary spinster of Rockville had just been fucked in the mouth, her madly eager pussy and tender asshole by gorgeous, monstrous young prick.

And now there was another problem. She'd begun to actually get horny again, with that funny hungry throbbing in her glowing pussy. The brunette sighed as she rubbed her tits obscenely in her fingers. She knew she could masturbate, but what kind of substitute was that after a hot, thrilling young cock? And, Lord, the boy could eat pussy!

Well, she had other students, she reminded herself. But if she didn't draw the line somewhere, she'd end up seducing all of them, considering the ache she felt right now in her throbbing pussy and mouth.

Too long, damnit. She'd held back on healthy, torrid sex for too long, and now she'd unleashed a volcano. Because, as the naked divorcee lay sprawled on the sofa, all she could think about and fantasize was fucking and sucking beautiful young boys like Jack.

And the town music teacher had even found herself staring curiously at beautiful girls lately…

Slowly, dreamily, Anne began to fingerfuck herself on the sofa, forgetting her promise and her pride. She had to put the newly-awakened fire in her loins out somehow.

If only she didn't live in such a middle-class, clean-cut All-American neighborhood, damnit! Her fingers darted faster in and out of her now-madly pulsing cunt, while she wondered if she could hold out for three more days until Jack came back for his next lesson.

In a few minutes, the wildly moaning brunette was coming again, gushing hot cunt-juices freely over her pumping fingers.

Finished, Anne lay with her tits heaving feverishly on the sofa. Now that ought to take care of her crazed hunger until tomorrow, at least.

It ought to. But with a gnawing sense of lust the sensuous divorcee knew damn well it wouldn't. She was beginning to really need it now, all night long, every night. The young neighborhood stud hadn't solved her problem at all.

CHAPTER THREE

Breakfast at the Jensen house was usually a cheerful affair, with lovely young Marsha gaily chatting away about school activities. Mark would pretend to listen, while secretly hungering for his own daughter and reliving the most obscene moments with his neighbor's daughter. Jack would boast about his prowess in basketball and football. And Sheila, the dutiful mother would happily fuss over them all as she served breakfast.

Marsha was chatting as usual today, but no one was really listening. Jack ate like a men out horse. The wild orgy he'd gone through the night before with his sultry, insatiable music teacher had left him with a sharp tingle in his balls and an enormous appetite. And for the first time in his life, he was watching his own mother and little sister with a new gleam in his eyes. Seeing his mother sexually, she was about as ripe and lush as the divorcee across the street. But she was actually more beautiful in a striking way, with the sensuous curves of her full tits and ass holding even greater promise. With a shock, Jack realized he was getting a hot erection just watching his stunning mother move around the kitchen. He couldn't resist wondering if his mother's sultry mouth and luscious ass-cheeks gave his father half the satisfaction the statuesque music teacher had given him last night.

As for his little sister, well Marsha had a long way to go before she could be classified a woman. But she wasn't exactly a dog either, not with her pert, tits and cutely rounded ass.

For the first time, Jack wondered if his little sister was still a cherry. Well, hell, he reminded himself, there was only one sure way to find out.

At the very same moment, Jack's father was wondering precisely the same thing about his daughter. Damn, but little blonde Julie had been a wildcat in bed yesterday, her tight hot pussy all honey and fire. A massive hard-on was beginning in his pants while he furtively watched his daughter and mechanically nibbled at his bacon and eggs.

But beneath Sheila Jensen's placid, motherly smile were the most bizarre and obscene thoughts of the entire family.

With long dark shimmering hair and a plump curvy figure, Sheila could still pass for thirty. But the look of motherly contentment on her striking face was strictly a put on this morning. She was lewdly thinking about what was going to happen this afternoon, while her husband was hard at work and her kids in school. The mere thought sent shivers of anticipation running up her spine, and sparked a hot tingle in her silken ass.

She'd taken great care to conceal the red punishing welts on her ass-cheeks from her husband. The whip marks on her back usually disappeared in a few hours, because her ripely curved ass always got the worst of the whip. And that, she realized with a blush of shame and excitement, was where she loved it most. Especially by a brute like Al, their next-door neighbor. Her pussy still hurt too, from the latest brutal, relentless rape, but even that pain felt pleasurable.

The classic, middle-class All-American family continued to eat their breakfast, each consumed with their own strange thoughts. More than once, both Mark Jensen and his smiling wife glanced in an odd way at a small, crocheted sign on the kitchen wall. Love Thy Neighbor, it read.

In the seemingly peaceful, tree-lined block of Rockville a number of earnest citizens were trying to do just that. At one-thirty that afternoon, Sheila stripped to take a long hot bath. Because she watched her diet carefully, her luscious tits were still firm above a narrow waist, each tipped with a huge dusky nipple. She was still strikingly sexy, by anyone's standards.

As she soaped her velvety naked skin down in the bathtub, once again she wondered how the whole bizarre mess began. Their next-door neighbor was the complete opposite of her own husband. Mark was a gentleman, well-mannered, undeniably handsome in a distinguished way. He was a perfect husband and father, although a little stem at times.

Their next-door neighbor was a crude, violent tempered bear of a man, with a streak of cruelty that usually kept his family in a state of subdued terror.

And it all began just three weeks ago with a rape.

One afternoon when Sheila was alone in the house, he'd knocked on the door. All he wanted, he'd told her, was to talk to her about a forthcoming camping trip between their respective daughters. Sheila knew he'd been drinking, could smell it on his breath. But in Rockville, you were polite to your next-door neighbors. So she'd let him in the house.

There was something ugly, even revolting about this giant of a man with his huge shoulders and brawny arms. But after twenty years of being a faithful, contented housewife, there was something about him that excited Sheila too.

Maybe, she later realized, it was because he was the total opposite of her own husband. Maybe it was a lurking, desperate need for variety, just one time. Maybe it was the idea of being savagely forced, instead of seduced, the feeling of being reduced to utter humility and degradation.

Whatever it was, things were never the same after that.

After chatting with her for a few minutes, Al suddenly began tailing her what a strikingly sexy woman she was. He admired her tits and legs, he told her crudely, the provocative way she walked so that her beautiful big ass bounced, like an invitation. How could any one man like her husband satisfy a hunk of woman like herself?

In a trembling voice, Sheila ordered him to leave the house.

And then the rape began. First, he'd gotten her upstairs into Marsha's bedroom by claiming that his own daughter, Julie, had left a sleeping bag there. And in moments, he had her pinned easily down on the bed, prying her knees apart with one powerful knee, pinning her shoulders down with one thick arm. His hand ripped her dress up, then tore her panties aside as thought they were made of tissue paper.

Sheila was too paralyzed with horror to scream, or at least that was what she'd told herself later. She sobbed and whimpered for him to let her go, threatened to tell her husband, to run to the police later. And then his colossal hot prick was violently ramming inside her, like a burning poker. The pain was terrifying at first because his cock was much bigger and longer than her husband's.

And then slowly Sheila's struggles began to subside. To this moment, she couldn't be certain why. She wasn't enjoying the sex itself so much, but it was the feeling of utter helplessness, of being brutally ravaged. Her will turned to jelly, and the gradual realization dawned, as he fucked her tight pussy with savage drives, that she liked the feeling.

She was shocked, horrified and completely helpless by this animal. She was degraded beyond belief. And as her cunt began to ease up and her juices flow, she made little fucking movements of her own, feeling terribly and deliciously guilty.

In less than five minutes the housewife was responding with low animal moans of her own, thrashing her hips up to meet his massive pistoning meat, sinking her teeth obscenely into his shoulder. The placid, contented mother was suddenly excited in an eerie way she'd never known. And for fifteen solid minutes, he'd continued fucking her relentlessly, battering her now-eager pussy with violent strokes of his colossal hard dick.

Sheila came again and again, wild series of orgasms that left her whimpering with humility and obscene joy. She was completely crushed and overpowered, totally helpless beneath more than two hundred pounds of ravaging male. And she loved every moment of it.

Now, lying naked and voluptuous in her bathtub, Sheila still couldn't figure out why she craved this grotesque treatment. But crave it she did. She wallowed in the feeling of complete submission and obedience, whimpering to cater to his every perverted whim.

A few days later the chains and the whips began, in his own house while his family was gone. And the strangely turned-on housewife began to love that too, in fact began to crave it like an addiction.

Because, after eighteen years of contented marriage, the perfect middle-class mother could no longer get excited without the humiliation and punishment that came first.

Finishing her bath, Sheila dried herself down with tiny tingles of excitement racing through her satiny flesh. She dabbed perfume on her taut nipples and on her dark nest of cunt-hairs. She slipped on a dress without a bra or panties beneath, and didn't even bother to put on nylons. The quicker they got down to business, the more she loved it.

Twenty minutes later she was slipping through his back door. He was sitting at the kitchen table, gulping beer. The familiar leer crossed his face, the lecherous grin that meant some special punishment was coming, and the sexy housewife shivered with fear and lust.

"Welcome to hard times," he grinned. "Get your hot ass over here and set it on my lap, honey. Time's a wastin'."

Hating herself, and still unable to resist, Sheila went over and sat on his lap, trembling. His mammoth bulge pulsed against her ass-cheeks. One of his huge hands slid up her belly and squeezed both of her plump tits harshly. Sheila moaned, partly in pain, partly in feverish excitement. God, how she loathed this animal! But already that jelly-like feeling of weakness consumed her soft curves from head to toe.

"I-I don't have much time," Sheila said tremulously. "If we're going to get started, let's start."

"Can't wait for it, huh? How do you want it, first? In that gorgeous mouth of yours, your beautiful ass, between your juicy tits or just straight old action up your wild pussy?"

Sheila was intelligent enough to know any doctor would tell her she was deliberately punishing herself by having an affair with this savage. But the question wasn't even why. The question was why did she crave it so much, like a drug?

"Hurt me a little first," Sheila murmured, her face turning crimson with shame. "Then do what you want with me." He rubbed a powerful hand over her crotch and Sheila began shaking with unwanted excitement. A minute later she was humbly following him upstairs to his bedroom. With shaking fingers she stripped naked, while he undressed. Physically, he was the epitome of raw male power, with the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life. Even limp and dangling, its thickness and length were terrifying. The sensuous, naked housewife felt at that moment like a complete slave.

Which, she knew deep down, was exactly why she was here.

"Face down on the bed," he ordered harshly.

Spread eagling her arms and legs, Sheila did as she was told. She held her breath as he hooked the chains up to her wrists and ankles. She craned her neck around to see him pick up the vicious black whip, a short one with a dozen trailing thongs.

Lying nakedly helpless with every satiny inch of her flesh exposed, Sheila knew she would die of pure shame if her family could see her now. How could she explain the eerie tremors of excitement that raced through her blood each time she was chained like this, waiting for the bizarre mixture of pain and ecstasy that always followed?

"Jesus, that's a juicy ass," Al exclaimed, his colossal prick beginning to leap with excitement. "I suppose that fancy husband of yours kisses and licks it. But you know what I do with it, don't you?" Sheila gritted her teeth and held her breath. Her ripe naked ass-cheeks trembled furiously, waiting. Then the first sting of the whip came down and a low scream rolled from her throat. Another stinging lash, and then another, until the ripely curved housewife was crying softly in anguish.

But at the same, time, Sheila's cunt had begun to throb hotly as the red glow spread outward from her glowing ass. It was the same old breathless sex excitement that could only be triggered by being helpless and punished.

"Fuck me now," she pleaded, burying her face in the pillow. "Give me your hot prick now, please?"

Instead the whip tore down across her naked, velvety back and she couldn't suppress a loud scream. Al toyed with the whip for a minute, his prick now pounding to its full length, its crimson knob dripping. All his life, he'd resented what he considered the upper crust. The super-successes like his neighbor, Mark Jensen, who owned his own automobile agency. The ones with the gorgeous, snootier-than-thou wives like this one. Nine times out of ten, he figured the wives were really bored deep down, looking for new kicks and thrills.

And that was Al's specialty. He'd figured this one out perfectly after watching her for a year or so. Ail sweetness and family devotion on the outside, hotter than a smoking pistol for variety on the inside. He'd calculated exactly what would happen when he'd first raped her. She'd be back for more, and then more as he turned her into a crawling, submissive slave.

The burly neighbor considered his options as he played with the whip, as she trembled and sobbed helplessly on the bed. He could rape her mouth with his massive dick, until she was gagging desperately on his flood of come. He could ravage her luscious ass, especially now that it shone a bright pink from punishment. He knew damn well she loved that. He could screw her dog-style. He could eat her hot, delicious pussy for a few minutes until she was going crazy, and then rape her with the butt-handle of the whip, until she whined for mercy.

It was the sight of her juicy pink cunt, quivering beneath her dark pussy-hairs that made his decision for him. Besides, he loved the feel of her glowing hot ass squirming obscenely beneath his plunging cock, grinding against his bushy crotch.

He climbed on top of her trembling naked body, his big hands grasping her swollen, burning tilt Sheila sucked in her breath, not knowing where he was going to put his monstrous shaft. Already her tiny asshole flexed in agony.

Then his huge knob pierced her wetly trembling cunt, and the helplessly bound housewife let out a soft cry of pain-pleasure. It quickly became a deep obscene moaning as he began fucking her with brutal power, driving deep and hard in her tender cunt.

Then came the verbal taunting. When he wasn't punishing her with the whip, he was tormenting her with words.

"Love fucking a big slob like me, don't you, honey?" he whispered in her ear. "Getting your juicy ass whipped and then your hot cunt serviced. Right?"

"Y-Yesssss," Sheila whimpered, hating herself. And yet she was becoming frantically aroused as his giant hot meat pounded in and out to a steady rhythm, like a mammoth fucking machine. First the punishment fired her excitement, and then his savage fucking. She was thrashing her soft hips up to meet his pistoning strokes now, feeling a molten climax begin to spark in her loins.

"You even love my hot come pouring down your throat, don't you?" Al continued tormenting, enjoying himself immensely. "Love it up your ass, too, everywhere. Am I right?"

Sheila was panting furiously now, unable to control her lust-maddened excitement. She struggled at her bonds, which only increased the delicious feel of guilty excitement. His hands were squeezing her perspiring tits and the feel of his giant hairy balls grinding against her thighs was bringing obscene groans from her lips.

Suddenly he was fucking her to a wild, increasing rhythm, pumping his boiling meat in her tight pussy like a battering ram. Sheila quivered nakedly from head to toe, soft screams of obscene joy gushing from her lips.

"Coming," she sobbed, "I'm – aaaaaagh! I'm coming!"

And he abruptly stopped, with just the gigantic knob of his prick throbbing in her cunt-lips.

"Don't stop!" the helpless housewife begged, twitching her ripely naked ass in a feverish plea.

"Don't stop, I'm coming! Pleeeeeeeeez!"

Al grinned down at her, pinching her swollen nipples cruelly in his fingers. No matter how tight and luscious her searing cunt was, he could always control his stamina. Perhaps women sensed this, that he was a long-corner, and that was his fatal attraction to frustrated housewives and other women. That, and certain needs for humiliating punishment some women felt.

"Please keep fucking me!" Sheila sobbed, her wild climax just an elusive fringe away.

Instead, the brawny neighbor slipped his rock-hard prick completely out of her silken, trembling cunt. Maybe no one could accuse him of being a gentleman, but he damn well knew how to keep them worked up the point of craziness.

Naked, he crawled up to the head of the bed and placed his back against the headboard, crouching a leg on each side of her ribs. His hairy balls and obscenely huge prick hovered inches from her face. He held the whip in his hand.

Sheila quivered from head to toe with terror. More punishment, the bastard!

"Time to suck me off," he told her. "And you'd better give the best blowjob of your life, lady. You know why."

Whimpering with fear, Sheila eagerly reached her ripe mouth up to lick the head of his crimson dick, lapping up the drops of come oozing out. His cock was obscenely monstrous, gagging her, pounding in her mouth furiously. But that was part of the depraved excitement the helpless, beautiful housewife wallowed in.

She began sliding her lips back and forth on his meat, using her teeth gently to add teasing thrills. She knew what the brute liked by now. And until she gave it to him, he wouldn't allow her to come, leaving her tortured with passion.

"Balls," he snapped.

Immediately, Sheila nudged her mouth under his long cock and licked slavishly at his balls. Their strong male pungency filled her nostrils, firing her obscene shame. Suddenly the whip came down furiously on her naked ass and a muffled, scream came from Sheila's throat. That meant she wasn't pleasing him and as fast as she could she went back to blowing him. She rammed as much of his burning meat as she could manage into her wet mouth and sucked feverishly. Every few seconds I she paused to whirl her tongue around his fat knob, listening to him groan with pleasure. And all the while her lush naked flesh, bound helplessly to the bed, trembled with her own frustrated need.

"You're doing good, whore," Al grunted, trailing the whip-thongs teasingly across her ripe ass. "You're a born cocksucker, a real tramp at heart."

Feverishly, Sheila wondered why the filthy phrases excited and aroused her so much. Was it because her own family was so polite and gentle to her? Because she was the outward perfection of the perfectly wholesome, clean-cut housewife and mother who would never even allow an obscene though? Or simply because she was bored after eighteen years of ritual sex with her own husband and no one else?

The feverishly sucking housewife neither knew nor cared at the moment. She was obscenely blowing her neighbor's massive rod and being tortured and humiliated at the same time. And by now it was the only way she could get an orgasm any more, the only real excitement she felt in the folksy, neighborly little town of Rockville.

When the whip tore down viciously across, her twitching hot ass, Sheila knew she was letting her mind wander. The burning agony brought her back to her humiliating blowjob. She began sucking and licking in a frenzy of desire to please, almost choking as his gigantic knob battered her throat. Would the bastard ever come? If only one of her hands were free so she could jerk him off at the same time. Al watched her, grunting with animal pleasure. Not bad for a so-called slob like himself, he thought. His neighbor's classy beautiful wife sucking his cock like a common whore and loving it. Not that Al would ever put his own timid wife through these bizarre sex scenes. Perversely, he'd always kept his family out of this sort of stuff. He simply screwed his wife nightly, either on top or dog-style, and turned over and went to sleep, snoring. She'd given him a blowjob once in a while, a mousy, boring affair where she sucked him off gingerly, like a lollipop, and only at his insistence.

As for his daughter, Julie, she was his real pride and joy. A nice kid, that one, beautiful, wholesome, a girl to be proud of. She didn't smoke grass or screw half the high-school like some of these sluts. A good girl, Julie, and he was proud of her. Still a cherry, he was positive.

Sheila's frantic lips and tongue were finally making him erupt now. He clutched her head harshly in his hands and crushed her mouth down on his bursting prick. He jerked his cock up to meet her feverish sucking, animal groans issuing from his throat. One thing about this gorgeous hunk, when she sucked you off, she put her heart and soul into it, working her sultry mouth like a lust-crazed pussy.

Tears of shame and obscene pleasure in her eyes, Sheila urgently gulped down great floods of his blazing come. Like him, it was salty and harsh tasting, a great impulsive torrent that left her gasping for air.

"Not bad," he said grudgingly, climbing off the bed.

Sheila rolled the lingering taste of his jism around her mouth, savoring it. Shame and degradation mingled hotly with her depraved pleasure. How could she feel so good and so bad at the same time?

"Please finish fucking me now," she begged, her ripely curved ass undulating on the bed. There was a constant torment in her pussy now that throbbed like wildfire. "Please?"

Al gazed at her sensuous, helpless a and legs, feeling his prick begin to rise again. Christ why couldn't his own wife be built like this? And at least why couldn't she give him a half-decent blowjob? Anger at the injustice of it all rose up in his burly chest, and a cruel idea occurred to him.

"Okay, you can get yours now," he told her. "Hell, you earned it, lady. Here it comes."

Holding the whip in one hand, he knelt upright between Sheila's bound legs. For a minute he stroked her sleek damp thighs, feeling his hard-on grow more powerful and urgent. The whimpering housewife tugged at her bonds, slowly gyrating her naked, helpless ass-cheeks in a plea.

"Now," she whispered tearfully, "finish doing it to me now! I gave you what you wanted, didn't I?" Anytime Al felt like ravaging her tiny asshole, he was almost always drawn first to the sight of her luscious pink cunt, eagerly sucking and waiting between its dark silken fringe of pussy-hairs. He guided the red knob of his stiff dick inside her soaked cuntal-lips, and Sheila issued a long groan of relief. She'd had her share of punishment and now she needed to finish her orgasm or lose her mind!

Al began with a rhythmic gentle stroking that brought soft happy cries from the bound housewife's lips. His thick rod was tingling her quivering cunt-walls once more, and lustful relief was only moments away. Sheila swung her plump hot ass up to meet him, wishing her wrists weren't chained so she could masturbate her clitoris at the same time.

The tight luscious feel of her fiery cunt was getting to Al now and he decided it was time. Without losing a stroke, he placed the rounded butt-handle of the whip against her narrow puckered anus.

Then he plunged it into her helpless asshole, deep and hard, at the same moment he shoved his gigantic cock in to the hilt.

"Aaaaaaaaargh!" wailed Sheila. "Oh God In Heaven! You're killing me, no, no, eeeeeeeee!"

And, mercifully, far a few moments she lost consciousness. When she woke, it was to the most excruciating of her life. With her naked asscheeks already burning fiercely from her whipping, the added torture of the brutal whip-handle jammed deep into her tender narrow tunnel was almost more than Sheila could bear. It burned into her bowels like a boiling baseball bat while all the while her rapist continued to fuck her gorged pussy in violent, lusty strokes.

The bound housewife wanted to faint again, but couldn't. Her entire insides, from her steaming crammed asshole to her fully-rammed ass was on fire with agony. As cruel and unpredictable as her brawny neighbor was, she hadn't expected anything as obscene or depraved as this!

But gradually, between her anguished shrieks and Al's pistoning huge rod, a strange pleasure began to infect her ravaged asshole. It was as if the intense pleasure in her holly sucking cunt and the sheer white-hot torture in her helpless anus were merging, fusing into one uttering wave of pain-bliss.

Sheila Jensen, the beautiful middle-class perfect wife and mother of Rockville, had suddenly discovered she could no longer tell the difference between torture and ecstasy. For the nakedly helpless housewife, at this moment they were the same. Her wails became softer as his grunts became louder, until the entire bedroom was a din of lewd moans and groans. "Good – mmmmmm! – good cunt!" Al groaned, fucking her madly pulsating pussy with increasing lust. He twisted the whip-handle once or twice into her impaled asshole to make her shriek in surprise, but he was too intent on enjoying her hot luscious slit, madly quivering on his cock, to care about tormenting her any more.

"Ooooooooo, yes, oh you bastard, yes, fuck me, hurt me, tear it up!" Sheila sobbed, beyond any shame or humility. The tearing, blazing sensations in her gorged pussy and asshole made everything else in the world a pale shadow at that moment.

And then the manacled housewife was coming, having the most shattering orgasm of her life. His boiling juices were spurting deep into her tingling pussy, while her churning bowels were stinging furiously from the whip butt. Like a searing fire out of control, her entire insides were exploding with raw hot sex-thrills.

Minutes after he withdrew his limp prick, Sheila continued to shudder her ravaged ass in spasms on the whip-handle, as if pleading for more. When he suddenly tore it out, she let out one final scream. Then her perspiring naked lushness collapsed on the bed in a heap of exhaustion and fulfillment.

He unchained and released her then. Moving in a state of numb shock, Sheila got dressed. Only once did he speak to her before she left for her own house next door. "Kneel down and kiss my cock before you go," he ordered. "With reverence, understand?"

Humbly, Sheila did as she was ordered. The taste of her own passionate pussy-juices clung to it, giving her an eerie, dreamlike feeling as she lapped it up.

When she got back to her own house, she was deeply relieved to find no one else had come home yet. She went up to her bedroom, sobbing in a heap on the bed. Over and over one word spun in her mind maddeningly.

Why? Why would she let herself be so cruelly tortured and debased? How could any man, brute or animal, be allowed to treat her like that? Her sensuously trembling body shook like a leaf in a storm, as she asked herself the same question over and over again.

Deep down she knew the answer, and finally had to admit it to herself. She'd started out just looking for variety, for a few bizarre new thrills. And she'd gotten far more than she bargained for or could handle. As much as the hulking brute revolted her, she knew she'd have to go back for more.

Sheila Jensen had been sexually awakened in some depraved way she couldn't understand. She liked being bound, raped in the mouth and vagina and her tenderly painful asshole. She liked being whipped, because in some inexplicable way it excited her more than anything else in her life. It made her feel like a totally helpless sex-slave.

But how could she break free of the cruel, totally insensitive creep next door? There had to be a way out.

An idea came to her, the faintest of hopes, but she clung to it fat dear life.

Maybe – just maybe – she could get all the satisfaction she needed and play it safe at the same time. If only she didn't have such a loving, wholesome family! Sweet, faithful Mark who never looked at another woman. Young, clean-cut Jack who couldn't dream of the depravity his mother was willingly submitting to. And trusting Marsha.

Sweet Marsha, undoubtedly still a virgin. Thank God for that! sighed Sheila as she got up. Her plump ass felt like pound hamburger, while the taste of Al's boiling semen still lingered in her mouth. Tears stung her eyes as she stared out the bedroom window, at the quiet, tree-shaded street.

The ripe-breasted housewife went downstairs to start dinner, but the phone rang first. She talked for a few minutes, baffled, but then hung up with a resigned sigh. Apparently her husband, Mark, wanted to talk something over seriously with their daughter, Marsha. They would be at the cabin up at the lake for a few hours.

Sheila wondered what the talk could possibly be about. If she knew what actually would happen, her beautiful, shimmering black hair would probably turn a stark-white on the spot.

CHAPTER FOUR

At three-thirty that afternoon, Anne Hawkins, dressed, without makeup, and with her hair coiled, the town music teacher was once again plainly prudely up in a bun. Her student scheduled for that time was Julie. Knoll, the pretty blonde girl that lived directly across the street.

The only thing Anne knew about the girl was that her father was a crude specimen, her mother a mouse, and that the cute adolescent had absolutely no interest in piano. She dutifully went through her piano lessons like a mechanical player, just to please her parents.

It was hard for Anne to concentrate all that day. Her wild, obscene encounter with Jack Jensen the night before had left her in sort of a daze, extremely horny and quite confused. All she was certain of was that the gnawing hunger in her hot loins made it damned near impossible to concentrate on anything.

Julie showed up at three-thirty promptly. She was, Anne realized, very lovely in her blossoming youth. Her pert, plump tits bounced seductively beneath her T-shirt every time she moved, and there was no denying the girl would be a lush beauty when she grew up. Once even the jealous woman thought that Jack might have screwed her, since he was her next-door neighbor, flashed through her mind. And there was a telltale blush to the young blonde's cheeks that convinced the tall brunette that Julie was definitely having an affair with someone. Probably some silly boy at school.

Julie went through her first ten minutes of piano scales with horrifying effect, making the music teacher wince.

"Look, honey," Anne finally told her with a sigh, "there's no sense in going on. Your mind isn't on your lessons today. Since you've still got about forty-five minutes to go, you can either go home or just sit here and gossip with me."

The sexy little blonde smiled at her gratefully. "You're right, Miss Hawkins. I can't concentrate worth a damn." Julie's cute face reddened. "The fact is, well, I've got love problems, see? You know how it is."

The lush brunette didn't know how it was, since she had sex problems instead. But she may as well play psychiatrist for the girl. After all, she was irresistibly lovely, and all Anne would do was think about fingerfucking if Julie left her alone. A sudden impulse prompted Anne.

"If you want to tell me all about it, Julie, go right ahead," Anne said, thinking it was a schoolgirl crush. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"How about wine or something like that? Beer?"

"Would your father approve?" the brunette asked, smiling. Everyone knew her father was a complete brutal bastard, the neighborhood terror.

"Don't worry about him," Julie retorted, waving a hand scornfully. "Everybody in school smokes grass, Miss Hawkins. You know that."

Smiling, Anne went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of sherry. Nice girl, Julie. Very pretty really, with the most darling breasts and buttocks. Bright, too. Sexy, too, Anne thought with a faint tingle in her lips. Such smooth, silken skin and legs…

They chatted small talk for a minute while Julie nervously gulped her wine. The blonde was beginning to feel daringly audacious about her fantastic affair with Jack's father. There were times, fact, when she could barely keep from confessing it to other girls at school. They were dummies, of course, and would blab it around. But there was something so sweet and sympathetic about Miss Hawkins, so adult, Julie began to feel safe about telling her. Especially halfway through her second glass of wine.

"The thing is," Julie said, with a seductive giggle, "I'm in love, Miss Hawkins. But not with any of the dumb boys at school. If I tell you a secret, promise you'll never tell anyone? Not anyone?"

Damn, but she's a sexy little thing, the aroused brunette realized as she studied Julie's young curved body. For the first time, Anne wondered about having sex with another woman. Only this wasn't a woman – she was a provocative little minx, with silky thighs and tits. And the sweetest mouth. For one wild moment, Anne visualized Julie's rosebud mouth burrowing hotly aping her aching pussy and a shiver of lust raced through her blood. Crazy thought, she told herself.

"I promise," Anne said solemnly. "Tell me."

Julie leaned forward conspiratorially. She felt quite high from the wine, and there was something almost motherly and trusting about Miss Hawkins. The fact was, she had to tell someone about her passionate affair or she'd go crazy. She felt so good, the torrid knowledge was about to burst inside her unless she shared her fantastic luck.

"I'm having an affair," Julie whispered, glassy-eyed. "With the most beautiful, handsomest man in town. Honest!"

"Man?" the brunette cooed curiously. "Which man, honey?" Julie leaned over to whisper in Anne's ear. "Mark Jensen. You know, Jack's father! He's so wild in bed, Miss Hawkins! So groovy, I could faint. Oh, Lordy, what he does to a girl!"

The lush brunette kept her composure with a serious effort of will. Instead of dropping her jaw, she calmly sipped her drink. That sonofabitch! All this time she'd thought Jack's father was a self-righteous, holier-than-thou bastard and it turned out he was having hot sex with his next-door neighbor's daughter!

While she, Anne, was having lustful sex with his son.

The implications of all this took a few minutes to dawn in Anne's confused mine. One stark fact emerged. If the truth that she'd seduced Mark Jensen's son, sucked and fucked him to the point of exhaustion, ever came out, she sure as hell had dynamite to throw back in his face!

Immediately, Anne plied the little blonde with still another glass of wine, which Julie happily accepted. Her secret was out and she felt tremendously better. Besides, she knew she could trust Miss Hawkins.

Two other facts emerged in the horny brunette's mind as she listened to Julie go into detail about her affair with Jack's father. One was that the blonde was rapidly getting drunk, squirming her cute ass lewdly around the sofa. The other was that, if she somehow managed to get into Julie's panties, she could in some strange way use it as blackmail.

Not to mention the experience of going down on her first beautiful young girl. And vice-versa. And at this moment the statuesque brunette found the pert blonde irresistibly arousing. Anne had never sucked on a beautiful young girl's tits, but she'd thought about it from time to time. And the prospect of burrowing her mouth into Julie's hot little cunt was growing more tempting by the second.

Besides, the girl was more than half-drunk. It ought to be easy pickings, if she played her cards right…

"I'm so crazy about him!" Julie sighed drunkenly. "I even promised to get him other gist."

Anne put her drink down and slid close to the girl on the sofa, their thighs touching. "You mean, honey, if you lined up other girls for him he'd appreciate you that much more?"

"Right on!" Julie gushed, her cheeks flushing.

The panting brunette slid her arm around Julie's soft shoulders and leaned close to her ear. "What about me, sweetheart? If you got me for him, he'd know you can get anyone for him, right? I mean, I look considerably sexier naked. Want to see, Julie? Just take a quick look?"

The blonde gulped, more than half-drunk and definitely curious about her music teacher. She seemed so drab on the outside, but Mark would be so happy with her if she could actually line something up for him!

"Just a quick look," Julie breathed, fascinated. Quickly, Anne stripped, holding her firm, creamy tits out proudly, aware that the girl was awed by her lush figure.

Then, without preamble, the aroused brunette knelt in front of the adolescent, stoking her thighs with loving fingers.

"Do you know what really turns a grown man like Mark on?" Anne said in a silky, persuasive voice. "The sight of two beautiful women making it together. Loving it up together. Eating each other up, sweetheart. Why don't you undress too? Let's have a rehearsal, you know, Julie? See what we can do to turn your lover on. Just a little hugging and kissing, angel, that's all…"

Fascinated, Julie gazed at the lusciously naked brunette. She felt so giddy from the wine, and so close to Miss Hawkins from her secret confession. Excited, too, because her music teacher was sexy, naked and with her hair down. Really sexy. Julie hesitated for only a minute, but the loving caress of Anne's fingers sliding beneath her dress was making her hot, too.

"Nothing dirty?" Julie giggled. "Just hugging and kissing?"

"On my word of honor, sweetheart," Anne said in a husky voice. By now, the feel of the girl's satiny thighs in her fingers was making her mouth water and her cunt hotly tingle. Once she got her mouth dug into that juicy young cunt, it would take a team of horses to tear her away. Because ever since Jack had turned her on, the madly aroused brunette thought of nothing else but raw, passionate sex.

Awkwardly, Julie stood up and slipped off her T-shirt. Her pink tits sprouted forth, their tiny nipples begging to be sucked and kissed. Then the blonde was out of her skirt and panties, totally naked, and the fiercest excitement Anne had ever felt rippled through her lips and tongue and pussy. Christ, what an angel! Sweet, utterly smooth, silken young body, golden pussy-hairs, plump, juicy ass. All blossoming hot sex, waiting for naked hunger!

The panting brunette pushed the naked blonde back down on the sofa and lay on top of her, their burning pussies grinding together. Julie's tits were already beginning to heave feverishly as Anne french-kissed her and stroked her lovely little tits, gently pinching the pink nipples. Then the music teacher was inching down on the drunkenly aroused adolescent, moaning eagerly as she sucked on a small hot tit. She whirled her tongue madly around the swollen nipple, hearing Julie's cries of delight with lewd pleasure. She sucked on the girl's other tit for a while with lusty hunger, her fingers dipping down to explore the blondes hotly soaked cunt.

"No," Julie moaned, "it's wrong! You said a rehearsal, you promised we wouldn't do anything – ooooooo, that's good! Oh, I'm hot, Miss Hawkins, you're gettting me so hot!"

The feverishly excited brunette was trailing her mouth down over Julie's silken belly now, inching ever closer to her juicy pink cunt. Anne hunched her shoulders beneath Julie's warm little ass, raising her glistening wet pussy to within inches of her mouth. God, it smelled fragrant! In Anne's madly aroused state she would have had sex with anything, even a dog, but this luscious young blossom was far more than she expected in her wildest moments of tormented hunger.

Instinctively, the blonde crushed her burning satiny thighs to Anne's cheeks and nudged her hot eagerly, succulent cunt closer to her mouth, sobbing. But Anne began a teasing process that drove Julie to near-hysteria. First, tantalizing herself as much as the luscious young blonde she lashed out with her burning tongue-tip to trace fiery circles around the girl's golden cunt-nest. Her fingers stroked Julie's golden thighs in loving caresses, all the while her tongue inched closer to that juicy pink cuntal-slit.

God, her hot little cunt smelled delectable, thought Anne. Like honey on fire, its warm breeze wafting through her nostrils in steaming currents that made the fiercely hungry brunette's mouth drip with eagerness.

"Oooooooh, Miss Hawkins! Oooooooo, you're hotting me up! Unnnnnnnngh, oh do it, do it, puleeeze! Mmmmmmmmm, yes! Oh yes, yes, yes!"

Unable to control her ravenous hunger any longer, the lust-inspired music teacher quickly planted her mouth squarely onto Julie's honeyed cunt-lips in a passionate kiss. She sucked fervently, bringing deep surprised moans from the blonde's throat. Then Anne began to suck her off in earnest. First, she darted her long burning tongue into the juicy depths of the girls boiling pussy, and twirled it around the silken walls in a frenzy of lust. She whirled her long tongue up and down in rapid vibrations to make Julie squeal with delight.

"Aaaaa, Miss Hawkins! Ooooooo, Lordy – unnnngh! – Wild, willlld! Ummmmmmmm!"

With the lustful brunette eating her juicy cunt in a ravenous frenzy, Julie shuddered under heavenly ripples of pleasure racing through her young loins. By now, she was jerking her soaked puss into a frenzy to meet the music teacher's avid mouth. Mark had eaten her before, but the way Miss Hawkins was devouring her, it was like an obscene roller coaster ride! And when the brunette paused to suck on her tiny clit-bud, Julie's moans became so loud they echoed throughout the house. While the girl's hot plump ass swung up and down in a wanton frenzy, Anne lapped and sucked and kissed at the rosebud-slit with rising hunger. It was a totally new experience for the divorcee and she couldn't seem to get enough of the juicy, honey taste. The feel of Julie's sticky sweet cunt-juices smeared all over her cheeks gave her a deliciously depraved thrill.

Anne Hawkins had just discovered she liked beautiful young schoolgirls every bit as much as boys. She loved the hot crushing pressure of the little blonde's smooth thighs pressed to her cheeks. She squeezed and stroked Julie's succulent ass in her greedy fingers as she ate the girl with her new relentless hunger.

And adding to the wanton brunette's lewd satisfaction was the knowledge that this was her second perverted seduction of innocence in just two days. Julie lived directly across the street, while Jack lived next door, to her. And Jack's upstanding-citizen father was having his own affair with the girl now softly screaming as Anne plunged her hot tongue deeper into her juicy slit.

"I'm gonna faint, miss Hawkins!" gasped Julie. She tugged frantically at the music teacher's hair to vent the shattering thrills blazing through her young pussy. There seemed to be no end to the brunettes furious hunger.

"Can't stop coming!" panted Julie. Tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. "Can't! Unnnnnnnf! Stop commmming! Oooooooo, enough!"

She tried pushing Anne's maddening mouth away from her blazing cunt, but it was like trying to fight off a starved wolf. The blonde schoolgirl felt as if she were on the verge of going mad with intense thrills. Each time the brunette's crazed tongue snaked furiously in and out of her inflamed pussy, Julie's entire naked body shuddered from head to toe.

At last, Anne released the girl. She stood up slowly, licking obscenely at her lips to savor the lingering honeyed juices. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she stared down at the trembling, sobbing girl. As utterly delicious as the blonde's hot young cunt had been, her own pussy was now throbbing and dripping with urgent desire.

"Come with me," she told the girl in a husky command.

Dazed, Julie let herself be led naked by the hand, up to Anne's bedroom. At first, she'd been prompted to strip and play wit her statuesque music teacher out of a sense of adventure and curiosity. But there was a deeper motive, too. She'd been serious when she told Mark she'd get him other girls if he wanted. Afraid that he might tire of her, Julie calculated that if she began procuring other girls for him he'd come to depend on her. To her mind, such logic was invincible. And, she figured, if she could get a woman as ripe and lush as her music teacher, Mark would really be grateful.

But the burning glow in the schoolgirl's pussy made her forget all that. All she knew was that right now she was crazy with lust, so turned on by the brunette's maddening mouth she couldn't stop if she wanted to.

"Lie down on the bed," Anne ordered the blonde. Julie obeyed, her silky legs impatiently parted for more, her soaked pink cunt still quivering from its obscene invasion.

From her dresser drawer, Anne took a nine-inch vibrator. She seldom used it on herself, though, preferring to finger fuck herself and lick her own pussy-juices off her fingers afterward.

But she also knew if she handled the long thick vibrator on the girl's tender pussy expertly enough. Julie would be back at her door as soon as she could. And not for piano lessons, either.

For a minute, Anne simply gazed down at the girl's luscious nakedness, trembling with impatience on the bed. No wonder Jack's father took the crazed risk of screwing his next-door neighbor's daughter. Her plump little tits and ass were perfectly rounded, and her darling tiny pink pussy looked, like the most kissable mouth in the world. And tasted like it, too, Anne remembered, sighing. She put the vibrator on the bed beside the blonde and lay on top of her. She rubbed her huge hot tits to Julie's petite ones and lewdly gyrated her pussy to Julie's, creating a delicious friction that left the schoolgirl hotly moaning. Anne snaked her tongue into the lovely girl's mouth, her fingers caressing Julie's satiny young ass.

"Eat me again," Julie whispered. "Eat me some more, Miss Hawkins, please? It was fantastic!"

"Ill give you something better than that," Anne told her, slithering her tongue in Julie's ear to make her shiver. The aroused brunette didn't bother to mention that Julie was going to eat her. She'd work the blonde up into such a frenzy of teasing, Julie would suck her off in a fury of wantonness.

Now the nakedly ripe brunette shifted her body casually around on the bed beside Julie's nakedness. Not over her yet, just beside those satiny parted thighs. Expectantly, Julie spread her legs wide. Her heart hammered excitedly against her ribs. Sex with Miss Hawkins was wild, not exactly better than having it with Mark Jensen, but different.

"Sweet little cunt," Anne murmured, gazing with love down at the glistening rosebud lips. She placed one hand beneath the crack of Julie's silky ass to nudge her waiting cunt up closer. Then Anne flicked on the long vibrator and gently inserted two inches of it into Julie's trembling pussy.

"Ooooooo!" the blonde squealed, shuddering. "Oooo, that's good! Oh, ummmmmmm, yes, YES!"

With gentle strokes, the naked, panting brunette began to fuck the schoolgirl, twisting and nudging the humming vibrator deeper and deeper into her juicy slit, by degrees. Gradually, she rammed another inch of the humming dick into her wet tightness, and still another, taking care not to hurt her. With each further penetration, Anne licked at the blonde's oozing cunt-lips, saving the juices trickling out.

When the fiercely aroused brunette had about four inches inserted into Julie's madly sucking pussy, she began to nibble and suck on her tiny swollen clitoris at the same time.

"Oh, Jesus yes, Miss Hawkins! Oooooo! Oh, it's so goooood! Lordy, I love it, mmmmmmm, oh, fuck me harder, please!"

As Julie's plump naked body twisted and thrashed with depraved joy on the mattress, Anne could sense exactly when the girl was about to come. And at that moment, she tore out the dildo, bringing a soft scream of protest from Julie.

"No, no, no, don't stop! Oh, Lordy, I'm about to come, Miss Hawkins, please don't stop!"

The panting brunette burrowed her mouth down beneath Julie's fiercely sucking cunt and tickled her tiny asshole with the tip of her tongue. Then she plunged her burning tongue deep into the blonde's whole. She wriggled it around the steaming tunnel, bringing cries of lewd delight from Julie.

To Julie, the sensation was driving her insane after the intense fucking thrills of the pumping vibrator. Deep, delicious tingles rippled through her tender stole as the hungry brunette drove her tongue as deep as possible. To Anne, even Julie's steaming asshole was delicious.

"Enough!" Julie cried out in frustration. Her fingernails clawed at Anne's naked ass-cheeks in a plea. "Fuck me more! Make me come, pleeeeez!"

Still plunging her hot tongue in and out of Julie's ass-crack, Anne hunched her body in reverse over the panting young blonde. She hovered her dripping slit over the schoolgirl's mouth. Then she nudged her soaked pussy down hard on Julie's lips, and with obscene urgency, Julie began to lick and kiss and suck the lush brunette's hot cunt.

Now Anne slid her tongue out of the girl's delectable asshole and shuddered from naked head to toe as Julie's mouth went eagerly to work on her own throbbing pussy.

"Yes, angel, yes," Anne panted, swinging her curved hips up and down to a steady rhythm. "Yes, eat it, baby, oooo, eat my cunt! Harder, honey, oh, oh, yesssssss!"

Julie sensed she wasn't going to be rewarded with another climax until she'd pleased the sensuous brunette. So she sucked at Anne's dripping hot pussy in a fervor of obscene zeal. The girl clutched Anne's burning big ass in her fingers and slammed down eagerly, lunging her tongue deep into the boiling crevice. The girl was becoming wildly excited at the strange, delicious taste of her music teacher's silken hot cunt. She lapped hungrily, at the juices freely flowing into her mouth. Remembering how Anne had sucked on her own clit, she sucked the brunette's swollen bud in return, vibrating the tip of her hot tongue against it to make Anne writhe and scream passionately in low moans.

Now Anne re-inserted the humming dildo into the blonde's eagerly sucking cunt. She began to fuck Julie strenuously with the nine-inch vibrator, twisting and churning and ramming it deep and furiously. And the more frantically she raped the schoolgirl with the nine-inch cock, the more greedily Julie kissed and sucked her pulsating cunt.

There was a large mirror over Anne's dressing table. Glancing sideways, the panting brunette saw one of the most lewdly exciting spectacles she'd ever witnessed. For a few seconds, it was like watching a depraved movie until she realized it was herself and Julie.

A naked, voluptuous brunette was hunched eagerly over a beautiful young blonde in reverse. She was fucking the girl furiously with a vibrator, while the blonde's mouth was riveted to her own thrashing cunt. Both their nakedly caned bodies were rocking to a mad rhythm of lust, heaving up and down on the mattress to a frenzied tempo of joy.

Now the divorcee and the schoolgirl began to come in unison. Anne was jamming as much of the long vibrator as she could into Julie's holly sucking cunt. Julie was moaning deeply as she wriggled her tongue in a fury of lustful delight into the brunette's dripping hot pussy.

For, almost fifteen minutes they continued to come in a wave of shuddering orgasms, sucking and fucking each other with delirious joy. By now, their lush naked flesh was covered with dripping perspiration, and they still thrashed and rocked as the divorcee and the schoolgirl sated their lust.

Finally Anne withdrew the vibrator and rolled over with a deep animal moan. Julie lay sobbing and twitching in spasms, her tits heaving furiously.

"Oh, Lordy," Julie sighed, rubbing her inflamed pussy. "And I thought there was nothing else to learn!"

The trembling brunette felt her own pussy, realizing the innocent-faced schoolgirl had given her the blowjob of her life. Hot tingles of pleasure still radiated outward from her slit to every quivering nerve in her body.

Boys and girls, Anne thought, I love them both. Clean quivering young cocks and juicy, throbbing cunts, all eager for adventure, all waiting for her new insatiable hunger.

"Kee-rist!" Julie suddenly exclaimed, sitting up. "What time is it?"

Anne told her, and the blonde's face turned white.

"I've gotta get home or my father will kill me!"

"Just tell him you did so well at your lesson I kept you over," Anne said with an ironic smile. "Here, I'll dress you, sweetheart."

Anne dressed her with loving fingers, pausing to kiss and suck on each little nipple of her luscious tits, each cheek of her luscious ass, and finally, a passionate, torrid kiss squarely on Julie's hot little pussy-lips.

"Is it okay if I see you before my next lesson?" Julie asked at the front door.

"Be sure and call first, angel."

Then the schoolgirl was gone. Still stark naked, the panting brunette lay back on her living-room sofa. God, what a darling pussy and ass! From the way she'd been carrying on with her neighbors across the street, the music business was the wrong profession for her.

Why, the lush divorcee wondered, did she get such kicks out of seducing and corrupting young kids? Sighing and stroking her damp thighs, Anne knew she'd probably never know, except for the danger, the furtive excitement.

And in a small town like Rockville, her wild behavior could be extremely dangerous. In spite of the hot glow of sex fulfillment burning in her loins, she felt a terrible premonition of disaster. You simply couldn't go around screwing, blowing and corrupting your neighbors' children. Something had to give sooner or later. But at least she had the goods on the prominent neighbor across the street.

True, she'd seduced his son, but now she knew he'd screwed his next-door neighbor's daughter.

Anne's big, silky ass-cheeks bounced provocatively as she padded into the kitchen and poured herself a drink. The way events were going, she was going to end up sucking and fucking all of her good-looking music students. Of both sexes.

Not that she would, of course. You absolutely had to draw the line somewhere, no matter how horny you were. But when they were that young and delectable, they were so damned easy. Like candy from a baby. And how long would her current sex satisfaction last? And when in the hell would her crazed, insatiable hunger end? Other young students of hers flashed through her mind, handsome boys with bulging crotches, lovely girls with sweet faces and the cutest, mast luscious tits and asses.

Anne went to the living-room window and peered carefully out the drapes, because she was still naked. The neighborhood seemed utterly peaceful and decent. Except, of course, that her neighbor across the street was screwing his next-door neighbor's daughter, while she herself had just corrupted her thoroughly, not to mention she'd seduced Mark Jensen's son as well.

CHAPTER FIVE

"What is it?" Marsha Jensen asked her father, a look of seriousness crossing her lovely young face. "Did I do something wrong? Why did we come all the way up here for a talk?"

Mark glanced out at the lake through one of the cabin windows. The sun was just beginning to set, and it cast a golden, shimmering glow across the lake that was almost blinding. He lit a cigarette, ignoring his daughter's question for the moment. At three o'clock that afternoon, wondering whether he ought to bring Julie up to the cabin for another session of wild lust, his decision came to him.

There was no substitute for what he really wanted. Glancing at his daughter's lusciously tits, straining at her snug T-shirt, and then running his eyes down over her jeans, over her luscious curved ass, Mark knew he'd go crazy if he held off any longer.

Julie was a hot little piece, mad about him, but she still wasn't his own luscious daughter. And nothing else but this angel would satisfy him. Hell, as long as he was taking risks, he might as well go all the way.

"Marsha," he began sitting down on the sofa beside her and putting a fatherly arm around her shoulders, "I've heard some bad things about you. Terrible things."

The adolescent's face turned chalk-white. "What things, Dad? I haven't done anything wrong, I swear it!"

Her firm little tits rose and fell nervously, and Mark felt an irresistible tingle in his cock and balls. Ever since he'd spanked her months before, feeling her silky hot ass quiver violently beneath his fingers, he knew he had to explore every inch of that satiny young body.

"I heard," he said in a solemn voice, "that you were promiscuous. That you were giving yourself sexually to a great many boys at school."

Tears stung the girl's eyes. "That's a lie!" she said heatedly. "Oh, Dad, that's not true! I swear, I've never – I've never even had a boy. Honest!"

And her father suddenly knew it was true. The lie had simply been to find out if she was still a cherry. And now that he knew, his massive prick began to rise in his pants with furious power. It wasn't just that Marsha was his own lovely daughter that fired his overpowering lust. She was the living embodiment of his own wife, Sheila, when she was fifteen. Irresistibly sexy and cute, with the lush promise of being a ripe-breasted, long-legged, stunning beauty when she grew up.

And Mark Jensen damn well wanted his daughter's cherry before any clumsy boy got it.

"Then you're still a virgin?" he said softly.

"Yes, of course, Dad. I wouldn't lie to you."

"Sit on my lap, honey," he said in a hoarse voice. "It's time we had a father-to-daughter talk. Something serious."

Unhesitatingly, Marsha snuggled herself on her father's lap. He wasn't always this affectionate, but when the opportunity came, Marsha always grabbed it.

Mark wrapped his arms around her waist. His huge prick pounded so fiercely in his pants he knew she had to feel it, although she gave no sign. But, he remembered, she was still a cherry. For about another ten minutes, if he could help it.

He began by rubbing her belly gently, reaching beneath her T-shirt, his rod leaping at the fed of soft young flesh. No matter what the penalty might be, he had to suck and fuck every tawny inch of this luscious girl's flesh. It was an obsession that had haunted him for years.

"The thing about having sex is this," he whispered in her ear, inching his fingers closer to a hot tit. "Some boy could get you in real trouble, Marsha, possibly get you pregnant. Or hurt you in some other way. Because boys are inexperienced, you see, baby?"

"I'll be careful, honest, Dad. I know about things like that. Mom told me."

"There's a safe way to do every thing in this world," he told her, his voice beginning to crack with obscene desire. The feel of her hot little ass gently squirming on his fleshy rod was beginning to shatter what was left of his control.

"I could fix it so some clumsy boy would never hurt you, Marsha. You trust your father, don't you?"

She craned her neck around to look him in the you, eyes, genuinely baffled. "Sure I trust you, Dad. But I don't understand. What do you mean?"

"I mean," he said softly, "that there is a certain accepted practice in some cultures that, well, that allow the father to take care of things like that. Like his daughter's virginity. That way, you're ready, you're prepared for what's coming in life. It's perfectly normal in certain societies," he added hastily, astounded at his own glib lies.

Marsha's lovely young eyes, gaped in awe. "I still don't understand, Dad!"

He decided at that lust-maddened moment to show her what he meant exactly, rather than use any further persuasion. Mark slipped his fingers up beneath his daughters T-shirt and grasped a burning small tit in each hand. He began massaging them gently, rolling his thumb and fingers around the nipples, his meat quivering with frenzied desire.

"Dad, don't!" sobbed the dark-haired teenager. "Daddy, you're – I'm – oh! Golly, Daddy, you're doing something wrong!"

But all the adolescent did was moan and wriggle more hotly on his lap. To Marsha, what was happening was completely confusing and unlike her father. Yet, she didn't dare deny her virgin-pussy was beginning to seep hotly as her own father fondled ad stoked her tits. And she was acutely aware of the fact that the giant throbbing bulge just beneath the crack of her young ass was an erection.

"It's not wrong," Mark said quickly, nabbing her tits lasciviously and pressing his hot prick up against her juicy little ass harder. "I know exactly what I'm doing, baby, and Daddy is doing it for your sake. You do exactly what I tell you, honey, and afterwards you'll be happy. You do what I tell you!"

In that fatherly command lay magic words. Marsha had never disobeyed her father, both out of fear and love. And the luscious adolescent wasn't about to now, even though she felt there was something terribly guilty about it.

"Daddy! You're getting me hot!" the teenager sobbed. "Oh, Lord, Daddy, it's-it's long… Mmmmmmmm!"

Mark Jensen, at that moment of naked lust, was beyond any redemption or penalty. His gorgeous, hot-breasted young daughter was wriggling her succulent ass madly on his pounding prick, in spite of her protests. And now he slipped one hand down to her warm crotch, pressing and rubbing lasciviously. He could feel her juices begin to soak through. Marsha was nearly hysterical with both confusion and passion.

"Daddy! Why are you doing this? Ooooooo, Daddy. Oh I feel funny! Unnnnnngh!"

"For your own good, honey," he told her hoarsely. "Wouldn't you rather have your own father introduce you to sex than some idiotic boy? You know I love you, honey. You're my own daughter. I know what's best for you. Daddy knows."

Quickly, Mark unzipped the fly of his daughter's jeans. He slipped a hand inside her warm crotch. One finger pulled aside her panties, and he found her juicy, soaked young cunt already pulsing and waiting for him. Kissing her on the nape of the neck, one hand still fondling and squeezing her hot tit-mounds, he began fingerfucking his teenager daughter.

"Daddy! Oh My God, IT'S – wrong, so wrong!Ooooooo Daddy, I'm so hot, so worked up, ummmmmmm, oof!" He'd dipped one finger inside her tight cherry-cunt, and it was so hot and juicy he feared he might come in his pants. Damn, what a hot tight snatch! Undoubtedly Marsha was telling him the truth when she said she was a cherry. But now he wanted the wild sensations of his own daughter's naked succulence on his lap before he fingerfucked her to her first organ.

"Let's get undressed, baby," he whispered hoarsely in her car. "Come on, Daddy know best."

After years of total obedience, even her near hysterical confusion couldn't keep the lovely adolescent from complete obedience.

Panting feverishly, Marsha stood up and quickly stripped out of her clothes. Mark rose too, but his gaze never left his daughter's lusciously curved little body as he stripped. Damn, she was beautiful, even more beautiful than her mother at fifteen.

Marsha hesitated, her cheeks flushed and her tits heaving. She gaped at his massive long prick.

"You won't – you won't taut me with that, will you. Daddy! It's so big! And I'm a virgin!"

"Won't hurt you," Mark reassured in a voice hoarse with raw lust. "Come on back and sit on my lap."

The girl obeyed, trembling wildly. Her father's mammoth rod of flesh now hovered up between her tender thighs, its purple knob quivering with urgency. Now Mark began to gently fingerfuck his daughter, his blood pounding urgently at the gushing, sticky heat of her tiny cunt. His only fear was that he'd come, shoot his rocks right up into the air from the delicious satiny heat of her writhing ass on his lap. Meanwhile his other hand played with her softly-rounded hot tits. In less than a minute, Marsha was loudly sobbing and jerking her juicy cunt against his stroking finger in mad, fucking motions.

"Oooooo, Daddy! oh, Dad, I'm so hot! I feel funny! I feel good, oh yes, Daddy, please faster, please! Oooooooo!"

He'd found her tiny clit-bud with his fingertip and worked on that for a while, until his entire hand was dripping with her cunt-juices. Even his wife, Sheila, or his next-door neighbor's luscious young daughter, Julie couldn't compare to the succulent, satiny fire of his own beautiful daughter.

Now Mark pierced deeper, feeling the resistance of her cherry, a thin membrane. For one long moment Marsha cried out and quivered her silken nakedness furiously as he pierced it. Then her father plunged his middle finger in as deep as he could into her tight, silken cunt. Marsha began fucking his stroking finger to a frenzied rhythm, twining her ankles around his and clawing at his naked flanks with her fingernails.

She twisted her head around to kiss him passionately on the lips. She clutched his hand feverishly to her furiously heaving young tits, profound moons coming from her throat. Then his young daughter seized his quivering cock in one fist and began jerking on it with obscene terror.

To Mark Jensen, upstanding citizen of Rockville, respected pillar of his community, this was one of the most depraved, joyous moments of his entire life. His own beautiful, innocent daughter was jerking him off while he was tenderly fingerfucking her. And she loved it, at least as much as he did.

Low animal moans were coming from Marsha's throat as she fervently kissed him, and from the feel of her cunt-juices gushing profusely onto his fingers, Mark knew she was having her first orgasm. Christ, he couldn't wait to fuck her in her beautiful hot ass! It writhed and wriggled on his bushy crotch like a live animal on fire, bogging to be spanked and pierced and even kissed.

For one endless moment, the girl quivered deliriously on her father's lap, and Mark knew she was coming furiously. His stroking finger dug deeper into her hot juicy slit, probing its sticky sweetness, wondering if he could actually get own half his colossal thick prick inside there.

"Aaaaagh!" Marsha cried out, tearing her lips from his. "Eeeee, Daddy, Daddy,it's – oooooo – wet and wonderful! Oh it's crazy! Oh, do it to me now, now!"

She'd had her first blazing climax, but Mark wasn't ready to fuck her yet. He wanted to eat her first, to give her the wildest possible thrills imaginable. In that way, even if she met some silly school kid she got a crush on, she'd know where the hottest thrills lay. She'd always come running back to her own father.

And he had to train her to give him a torrid blowjob, too. Because in his own house, Marsha's bedroom was just next door to his. And night after night, he intended to slip in there and suck and fuck his own lovely daughter to his heart's delight.

Mark gently pushed her off his lap. Her silken hot nakedness was shivering like a leaf. He felt an obscene thrill of pride that this lovely adolescent, lush with the promise of raw sex, was his own conception, his own gorgeous daughter.

"Sit on the sofa with your legs spread," he told her.

Still gawking with reverence at the mammoth size of her father's quivering cock, Marsha obeyed. Mark knelt between his daughter's spread thighs. For a few moments he teased her by tracing his tongue around her luscious little pink cunt, thee mast fetching, juicy and kissable thing he'd ever seen. Then he rammed his tongue deep into her honeyed slit, and the girl screamed loudly and shuddered with madness.

"Daddy, Daddy! I'm goin' – gunnnnnnngh – I'm going crazy! Oh Daddy I love You, it's crazzzzzzy!" And now Mark Jensen began eating his luscious young daughter's delicious cunt with a dedication he'd never even shown his own wife. Jesus, she was delicious and fiery! Even Julie's hot pussy couldn't compare to Marsha's gushing tight cunt. She was cramming her boiling pussy into his face now with a fury of happiness, pounding his bare shoulders with her fists to vent her newly-aroused lust.

"Daddy don't stop! Never stop! Oooooooo, God In Heaven I love it, I love it, I love my Daddy! Eeeeeee!"

He tried holding her silky hot ass-cheeks tightly in his hands as he devoured her fragrant pussy, but so wild were Marsha's movements, so lustfully furious were her hips, he could barely hang onto the satiny flesh. Cunt-juice seeped into his mouth in a small flood as she shuddered her slit in a frenzy into his eager mouth.

For ten minutes he let his own daughter come in waves of lust-inspired orgasms, purposely holding back his urgent desire to give her the fuck of her life. By now, Mark could barely breathe from the burning sweet pussy-juice smeared over his mouth and face, and from her frenzied, jerking cunt. Still, he let her come again, fatherly love mingling in a strange blend of naked raw lust for his own beautiful daughter. He wanted to let her know how wonderful, how blissfully obscene it could be to be lovingly and lewdly sucked off.

Because in a moment it would be her turn.

At last he drew his lips and tongue away from her honeyed slit. She kept on jerking and twitching in violent spasms, her virgin glands unable to absorb the intense shattering thrills of being passionately fingerfucked and blown. Especially by her own father.

"Oh, Daddy," Marsha sobbed, her plump little tits quivering, "I never dreamed sex could be like that! Please, please do it to me now? Please?"

But first, Mark decided, she had to reciprocate. It was better, he wanted to intone solemnly, to give than receive, but even that sounded ridiculous.

"Stand up for a minute, baby," he ordered. When she did, he sprawled back on the sofa. His gigantic, bristling long prick hovered out with obscene impatience.

"Put your mouth on Daddy's prick," he commanded gently. "Just suck it off, sweetheart, like you would a lollipop. Slow and easy, all right, Marsha?"

Wildly aroused with her newly-discovered series of climaxes, the girl hurried to obey. She knelt between his spread, hairy legs and grasped his massive prick in both warm hands. Without warning, she clutched four inches of his pounding rod in her mouth and began to suck on the meat feverishly.

Normally able to hold off for almost as long as he wanted, the feel of Marsha's greedily sucking hot mouth an his meat, and the sight of his luscious naked daughter eagerly rushing to meet his most obscene desires, Mark Jensen almost burst his heavy load into her mouth at that moment.

"Easy, baby," he cautioned, stroking her hair, "Easy! Like a lollipop, real slow and easy."

With a sigh of relief, he felt her furiously sucking mouth ease up on his thick cock. She was a natural cocksucker, he thought with pride. The adolescent learned quickly at her first try. Not only did she greedily suck, she paused to lick at his big prick-head every few seconds, her soft hot fist jerking on the trunk of his meat at the same time.

Finally, Marsha fell into an easy, wanton rhythm. Her burning lips oozed back and forth on his long rod of flesh to a steady, thrilling tempo, while she began stroking his shaft at a coaxing rhythm. Mark closed his eyes and leaned back. Jesus, even his own wife Sheila had never mastered the simple tricks of a languidly teasing suck-off like his daughter had in moments.

Happy groans came from Marsha's throat as she became totally intent on pleasing her father. After her first introduction to sex, the unbelievable thrills of having her own handsome father first fingerfuck and then eat her, she felt this was her first challenge. Inspiration caused her to gently sink her teeth into her father's burning prick as she sucked on its enormous length. When he groaned loudly with pleasure, Marsha tried some other imaginative tricks.

She slid back her wet lips, and keeping only the giant head of his stiff dick in her mouth, she flicked her tongue across his knob as fast as she could. When his grunts of lust became louder, she grasped his long rod in both of her hot fists and jerked eagerly, nibbling at the crimson head with naked hunger.

"Oh yes honey, oh baby daughter, suck!"

Mark grunted. Christ, even his own wife had never shown this much imagination in a simple blowjob. Mark clutched his daughter's head in his hands and dug his heels gently into her shoulders, starting to jerk his hips in time to her ravenous sucking.

The mere idea of fucking his own daughter in her hot little mouth triggered a fantastic new excitement in Mark. She was jerking him off lustfully with both of her warm fists while she nibbled hungrily on his searing meat, moans of wanton delight coming from her throat.

The girl felt an incredible excite meat as her father's massive hot meat plunged in and out of her mouth. She'd petted with boys before, and had even let a few of them touch her tits, which pleased her. But now, having passionate sex with her own handsome father, Marsha's virgin glands were exploding with lewd fire. As her father's hot prick leaped and quivered in her mouth, she jerked him off as rapidly as she could. She knew his come was going to burst any moment and she was dying to taste and gulp it down. On instinct, Marsha reached one hand down to his huge, swollen balls and gently squeezed.

"Christ, yes!" Mark groaned. "Gonna come, baby! Mmmmm! Suck harder, harder, aaaaaaah…"

It was impossible for him to hold his load back any longer. The fiery pressure of her madly sucking hot mouth and eagerly jerking fingers quickly made his load boil over. He began spurting his jism in great gushes in his daughter's mouth, battering her throat with his long rod.

Deep moans of lewd delight came from Marsha's throat as the stinging hot flood engulfed her mouth. She swallowed the salty come as fast as she could, and still more came, in dwindling spurts. The girl whimpered in disappointment as his huge cock finally deflated, and the burning torrent became a mere trickle.

It was the wildest blow-job Mark had ever had. He knew most of the intensity was because it was his on luscious daughter, but even as a cherry she was showing terrific promise.

And because she was refusing to release his limp rod from her mouth, still tonguing and sucking on it, he began to quickly grow stiff again. She'd be even sexier than his wife when she grew up, he realized. Now it was time to take her hot little cherry.

Mark pushed her gently back down on the shag rug. Her young tits were heaving wildly and she'd already drawn up her knees and spread her legs wide, waiting.

"It'll only hurt for a minute," he promised her. "Then you'll love it, baby."

"Oh, Daddy, I don't care it you hurt me – just fuck me!"

Gently, Mark guided the massive head of his thick rod just inside her juicy cunt-lips. Marsha jerked her hips up impatiently and then suddenly wailed in pain.

"Easy," he cautioned his daughter. "Let me do it, honey."

He carefully began pumping his mammoth dick inside her incredibly tight, hot cunt. Each, time he eased another half inch inside, Marsha groaned loudly and clawed her sharp nails across his back. God, what luscious cunt! She was even tighter and hotter than his neighbor's daughter, Julie, and far more passionate. His daughter was biting his lips in a frenzy of lustful happiness now, raising her legs and locking them behind his back.

"Oh, Daddy it's – oooooooo! It's wild! Oh Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, I'm so – unnnnnnnngh! So happy!"

Mark was placing only half his massive burning rod inside her cherry now, and already Marsha was softly screaming with excitement. Her hot little tits dug furiously against his chest and her soft hips thrashed madly in response to his pounding prick.

For Marsha, the first fuck of her life was intensely thrilling, especially because it was her own father. Her tight pussy was gorged to bursting and each time he slid back and forth with his thick meat, fantastic ripples of excitement shuddered through her young loins.

"Ooooooo Daddy, it's wonderful, wonderful! Aaaaaaah! Oh, fuck me harder, Daddy, Harder – Unnnnnnnngh!"

In spite of his caution, her juicy little cunt was so delicious beneath his pumping rod, Mark began to fuck her harder and faster. There were a few yelps of pain but he was unable to control himself as be plunged deeper. It was the best cunt he'd ever had in his lift, juicy, luscious, on fire with passion. Normally able to control himself almost indefinitely, Mark felt his rocks begin to burst.

"Gonna come, baby daughter," he gasped. Wanton moans came from his wildly thrashing daughter as she bit him with animal frenzy on, his shoulder. "gonna come, honey! Christ what cunt! Oh Jesus, that's good! Aaaaaaagh!"

Not even two-thirds of his prick was piercing her silken hot slit, but already he'd started spurting. Marsha hugged him fiercely and flexed her pussy on his stroking rod in a fury of lewdness. She dug her heels into his back and swung her hips with maddening delight. The boiling juice was stinging her hot cunt in thrilling waves of excitement, flooding her narrow pussy to where her muffled screams became sheer raves of depraved happiness.

When Mark stopped coming, Marsha continued to moan and squeeze her juicy slit on his limp rod, begging for more.

"Oh Daddy, I loved it!" she sobbed, clawing his back. "Do it to me again, please, please, I want more!"

And again, irresistibly, Mark's long prick was getting rock-hard. Jesus, he hadn't been this good to his wife in years. But his daughter could get him up in seconds, any time she wanted to. And Mark knew what he really wanted, had craved ever since he'd spanked her tawny plump ass.

"I'll do it to you again," he murmured in her ear. "But the way I'm going to do it might hurt, Marsha."

"Then hurt me!" she implored, grinding her soaked pussy to his turgid cock. "Do whatever you want to me, Daddy!"

"Turn over," he ordered her harshly.

Eagerly, Marsha turned on her belly on the rug. For a few moments, her father caressed and fondle her tawny ass-cheeks. She had the loveliest ass he'd ever seen, plump, silky, perfectly round, each cheek a mound of satiny perfection.

"Fold your knees under you, baby," he told her. The girl did as she was told, and now her luscious ass hovered in the air, a soft golden invitation. Mark knelt upright between her lush mounds. First, he dipped two fingers into her juicy cunt and spread her soaking fluid over them. Then he rubbed her pussy-juices over the knob of his fleshy rod. No doubt his daughter expected to be fucked dog-style, but she was in for the surprise of her life.

Mark placed his throbbing dick-head squarely against her tiny puckered asshole. Then he firmly gripped an ass-cheek in each hand and spread them wide.

"Daddy, what are you – Daddy? Why are you – Aaaaaaagh! Eeeeeee, God it's – unf! Killing me, no, no!"

He'd plunged his huge burning shaft into her helpless little asshole in one savage thrust. The steaming, narrow tunnel shuddered fiercely on his long cock, as Marsha tried to wrench free. But he held her soft hips powerfully in his hands, and began to drive his rod in and out of her vulnerable asshole. Marsha hadn't the faintest idea this sort of agony existed. It was as though someone had rammed a gigantic blazing poker up her tender asshole. It was so painful she couldn't even scream, much less catch her breath. She fought for air in gasps as her father began brutally fucking her in her silken ass, loud groans of lust coming from his throat.

"Oh, baby daughter," he grunted. "Oh, honey, that'sgood! It'll stop hurting – aaaaaah! – in a minute. Don't fight it! Mmmmmmmm! God, what an ass!"

He continued to ram his blazing cock in and out. Her burning bowels steamed and flooded her tiny tunnel, playing with her golden quivered on his driving rod, and she helplessly pounded her fists on the rug beneath her to vent her fierce anguish. And yet, in spite of the white hot torture cramming her helpless anus, faint ripples of pleasure were shooting through her loins now.

In sheer desperation, the girl slid her fingers down to her own pussy and began to masturbate while her father savagely raped her tender asshole. Maybe fingerfucking herself would take her mind off the pain. She gorged two fingers into her tight slit and began stroking furiously, her helpless sobs echoing throughout the cabin.

Ever since he'd spanked his daughter, Mark became obsessed with her luscious little ass. And this, above all, was what he craved, what he thought about day and night. Now as he plunged his massive hot cock to the very hilt into her narrow channel, he issued loud groans of pure lust. He used to ravage his own wife's ass like this.

"Oh honey," he grunted, "what a hot juicy ass! Oh, baby daughter, it's wild!Jerk back on me! Swing your ass, honey!"

No matter how painful it was, Marsha always obeyed her father's voice instantly. And she did so now, beginning to cautiously swing her impaled ass back each time he thrust his colossal prick forward. It felt as if his giant cock was in the very pit of her belly, a blazing battering ram.

"Hurts!" she moaned. "Hurts! Oh Daddy, you're ripping me in two! Unnnnnnngh!"

But the waves of pleasure were becoming stronger in her bowels and cunt, as she fingerfucked herself in a frenzy. In fact, it was getting hard to distinguish between the searing pain in her ravaged asshole and the hot pleasure in her tight pussy. Somehow the two became one, and in less than a minute Marsha was beginning to come, her cunt-juices gushing profusely onto her finger.

"Yeah, Daddy," she sobbed, "Yes, fuck me in the ass! Oh, God it hurts good! Fuck my ass harder, Daddy, harder!" Mark was beginning to shoot his rocks off now. Her silky, shuddering ass was triggering intense thrills along the length of his hot meat, and he jerked his hips to a furious rhythm as he fucked her. Even her cries of pain were intensifying his lust, until he began spurting huge, boiling gushes of come into her helpless bowels.

"Unnnnnnngh!" Marsha screamed. "Yes, yessssss, Lord it hurts! Ooooooo! Coming too, Daddy! Commmmming!"

As the blazing jism stung deep into her churning asshole, Marsha fingerfucked herself in a frenzy of pain-joy. The realization that her own handsome father was fucking her helpless ass, that the stinging fire spattering deep in her bowels came from her own daddy, sparked shudders of incredibly lewd joy in her blood. Like the time her father spanked her, only he didn't know she'd almost come from the vicious but loving pain on her bare cheeks.

When the last trickle of hot come had dripped from his limp cock, Mark withdrew it and collapsed with a sigh beside his naked daughter on the rug.

Quickly, Marsha cuddled, up to him. Her buttocks hurt terribly, but she couldn't deny the pleasure of his sticky boiling come seeping inside her bowels.

"It hurt awful, Daddy," she sobbed. "But even when you hurt me, I love it!" Mark fought off the surge of guilt he felt. How could any healthy male resist such a luscious little ass, even if it was his own daughter?

But now he'd doubled his problems, instead of solving them. For one thing, he had his neighbor's daughter on his hands, infatuated with him. Now he'd corrupted his own daughter, sucking and fucking her to the point of sheer delicious exhaustion. His first problem was to get rid of Julie. Once that was done, he could devote all his lust to his own daughter.

A plan occurred to him, not perfect, but halfway practical at least. He could get some sleeping pills and start spiking his wife's bedtime drink with them. Once she was sound asleep, he could slip into Marsha's room and indulge in an orgy of lust. But what about his son Jack? He might be able to manage the same thing, insisting his son drink a glass of warm milk before bedtime, and spiking that as well.

Or he could simply take Marsha up to the cabin every day, and eat and ravage every silken inch of her young body until he was satisfied. But being alone with her that constantly would make his wife suspicious.

"DO it to me again, Daddy," Marsha moaned beside him, rubbing her hot tits against his chest. "Love me some more, Daddy. I never dreamed it could be so wild!"

"Suck me off first," he told her. His daughter hurried to obey, getting him rock-hard again in a minute.

Poor Sheila, thought Mark as Marsha licked lasciviously at his stiff rod. Here he was screwing his own daughter, his neighbor's daughter, and both of them couldn't get enough of his enormous prick.

CHAPTER SIX

It was almost three in the afternoon when Al found the letters. He was more than half drunk, and looking for a socket wrench that he'd misplaced months ago. Recalling that he'd fixed a door in his daughter's bedroom, he searched Julie's closet. And that was where he found the letter.

There were six of them. Five were addressed to his next-door neighbor, Mark Jensen. A look of pure disbelief and then maddening fury crossed his brutal features as he read them. The impact of discovering that his joy in life, his pure, wholesome daughter was having an obscene affair with Mark Jensen filled him with murderous thoughts.

Until he vaguely realized that at the same time, hewn having a bizarre affair with Jensen's wife. If he confronted his neighbor about his daughter, there was a strong possibility that his own brutal affair with his neighbor's wife would come out. Now how in the hell was he going to explain that?

The sixth love letter he found filled him with both fury and strange excitement. His own daughter had written a love letter, in the most obscene terms imaginable, to the music teacher who lived across the street! Apparently Julie was not only making it with Mark Jensen next door, but with the leggy brunette across the street.

Al couldn't figure out why the letters weren't mailed. Kids at Julie's age were funny, though. Maybe they just wanted to express their feelings, writing letters instead of keeping a diary.

"That sonofabitch!" Al shouted at no one, as he went back to his bottle of scotch. He had a good Goddamned notion to rape Jensen's own daughter in vengeance. Until he realized the danger in that. It was one thing to bind and screw a neighbor's willing wife. But it was another to rape his daughter.

He heard his front door open and realized it was his daughter coming home from school. She came into the kitchen, saw he was drinking and her face dropped.

"Hi, Daddy," she said timidly.

For a long dangerous moment Al studied his daughter, wondering what he should do. A solution came to him, both wildly exciting and reeking with vengeance at the same time.

"You stand right there," he said ominously. "Don't move, understand, Julie? Just stand there." Al went upstairs. He got the chains out of a dresser drawer along with the whip he'd used on Jensen's wife. He put them all in a large paper sack. Then he went downstairs to where his daughter waited, white-faced and trembling.

He grabbed her roughly by the wrist.

"Come on with me," he said brusquely. He dragged her out of the house and headed across the street.

At the same moment, next door, Sheila Jensen was doing something extremely unusual for her. She was drinking during the day. Not just drinking, but well on her way to drunkenness, with four martinis behind her. She felt terrible, reeking with guilt, wondering how she was going to confess the whole sordid affair to her husband when he came home.

Because the only solution the sexy housewife had come to was to admit everything to Mark. And then beg him to do the same bizarre things to her, so that she could get sexually aroused. Because it was the only way she could have an orgasm, she realized. To be bound and whipped and humiliated. She had still another drink, working up her nerve. It was the only solution she could think of, and if it didn't work…

When Anne Hawkins opened her door and saw the furious face of her neighbor across the street, and young Julie's terrified expression at the same time, she had a horrifying premonition of disaster.

"Wanna talk to you," Al said gruffly, pushing her aside as he dragged Julie in behind him.

"Julie's doing very well in her lessons," Anne said in a trembling voice. "She tows great promise and…"

"Cut the crap!" Al snapped. "Where's your bedroom?"

"Bedroom?" the brunette echoed, trying desperately to collect her thoughts. She sensed he'd found out somehow about her wild encounter with his daughter, but she tried to stall for time.

"Bedroom, Goddamnit!" He grabbed her wrist so roughly she cried out. Now he had both his daughter and the lush music teacher by the wrist. The look on his brutish face terrified Anne, and she knew she couldn't stall him any longer.

"This way," she whispered nervously. She led him upstairs to her bedroom. Julie looked like, she was about to faint from terror. Without a word, Al opened the paper sack he'd brought and attached the chains to the four bedposts of Anne's bed.

"Strip and lie down on your belly," he told her.

"You can't order me around like this!" Anne bluffed, feeling a wave of horror. "You'd just better leave…"

"Can it!" Al said harshly. He held up a letter.

"This is what my daughter wrote to you last night. Want me to read it, lady?"

Oh my God! thought Anne, feeling faint. She looked at Julie, whose terror was obvious. So the girl had probably written her a love letter about their orgy, and now her father was out for pure vengeance. With a feeling of desperation, the ripe brunette knew she had no choice.

She silently undressed. Clenching her teeth, she lay face down on her bed. In less than a minute, he had her wrists and ankles securely manacled. Then he brought out the vicious-looking black whip and turned to his daughter.

"You strip too," he commanded.

Shaking with fear, Julie obeyed. She cursed herself for being such a fool, for leaving the letter lying around. He must have found her letters to Mark too! Naked and trembling, the blonde stood before her father, expecting the worst.

For a minute Al surveyed the naked, ripe brunette lying face down and helplessly chained on the bed. Jesus, what a body! He'd never suspected it from the dowdy way she'd dressed. Then he turned his burning gaze on his own daughter and his prick leaped.

No wonder that bastard next door had screwed her! Julie's naked loveliness, her firm little tits high and lushly rounded, her golden pussy-hairs an invitation to his wildest fantasies. But his fury turned back to the stunning brunette on the bed.

He handed Julie the whip. "Start whipping her on the ass, Julie. And don't stop until I tell you!"

Tears of shame and fear in her eyes, the girl hurried to obey. She began bringing the whip down on Anne's lusciously naked ass, trying not to hurt her too hard. But almost instantly cries of agony came from the music teacher, and her sensuous body quivered in pain. But even the blonde was becoming aroused as Anne's beautiful, creamy ass-cheeks turned a bright crimson.

While Julie stung the helpless brunette's lush buttocks, Al undressed. His huge cock hovered out, quivering with raw lust. The sight of his lovely naked daughter relentlessly whipping the stunning brunette had triggered an enormous erection.

Julie stared at her father's massive hardon with an eerie blend of terror and lustful excitement. Lord, her father was hung! He was even bigger than Mark, his prick tinged with crimson, his colossal knob almost purple.

"That's enough," he told Julie, and the girl stopped whipping the sobbing brunette. Anne's asscheeks were a glowing red now, and her lush nakedness was trembling violently.

"So you like to eat girls pussies, huh?" Al said tauntingly to Anne. Julie's letter to her had been very explicit, going into very sexy detail. He turned to his daughter.

"Get up at the head of the bed," he commanded. "Let's see just how well she eats pussy. Go on!"

Quickly, the blonde rushed to obey her father. She placed her naked back to the head of the bed and raised her knees and nudged her glistening pink cunt into Anne's mouth. Even in her guilt and horror, Anne needed no further coaxing. She began sucking and licking at Julie's golden-fringed cunt, trying to ignore the horrible pain stinging her ripely naked as.

For Julie's burly father, it was the most lustfully arousing spectacle he'd ever seen. Julie's face was contorted with ecstasy as the whimpering music teacher sucked at her juicy pink pussy. The maddening thought occurred to Al that all the time his next door neighbor had been fucking his daughter, he himself could have been reaping the lush benefits of her tawny young body.

Angrily, he climbed on top of Anne's silicon, trembling nakedness. Without even bothering to wet the head of his huge prick, he jammed the purple knob directly against her helpless whole. Immediately she winced, knowing what was coming.

"No!" she cried out. "Please, no! You'll tear me up with that monster, I beg you – aaaaaaarrrgh!"

With a singe massive thrust, Al tore his giant cock into her helpless asshole. Its tight squirming heat filled him with a perverted pleasure as he began fucking her savagely, her boiling anus quivering beneath the fierce onslaught.

At the same time, Al hunched down over her back and reached out to play with his daughter's hot tits. His initial fury had now given way to an insatiable lust. Christ, the brunette's asshole was juicy and hot! Each time she tried to wriggle her satiny ass-cheeks free, an extra thrill shuddered through his stiff meat.

Anne fought desperately to ignore the searing gigantic pain ripping through her tender asshole.

She concentrated all her attention on sucking Julie's sweet pussy, while the blonde responded by nudging her hotly sucking cunt feverishly into Anne's lips and tongue.

Julie had never dreamed her father's prick was so massive. She watched in awe and lewd excitement as he stroked his crimson rod vengefully in and out of Anne's helpless ass. At the same time fantastic thrills rippled through her throbbing cunt as the hungry brunette sucked and kissed and lapped at her slit, with an intensity that made the schoolgirl softly scream with wanton bliss.

"Ooooooh, Anne, I'm gonna come!" she sobbed, nudging her drenched pussy feverishly to the teacher's greedy mouth. "Gonna come! Oooooooo, I'm coming!"

The sight of the sexy brunette devouring his own daughter's juicy slit destroyed Al's stamina. That, plus the churning, steaming tightness of Anne's fiery asshole. He began erupting, wild spurts of come shooting forth from his ramming dick.

And although she was chained helplessly and couldn't even fingerfuck herself, Anne too began coming, a shuddering orgasm that swept outward from her madly throbbing pint to her brutally ravaged asshole. His burning flood of cum stung her bowels like spattering fire. And the lovely blonde's cunt juices were steaming steadily into her eager mouth now, more delicious than anything the greedy brunette had ever tasted.

The sultry teacher couldn't deny either that the fact that she was being savagely raped in the ass by a man whose luscious daughter was feverishly crushing her juicy cunt to her mouth was firing her lust to a maddening pitch.

A minute later Al slipped his limp rod out of her anus. Then Julie, with a sobbing long sigh, eased her dripping pussy away from Anne's mouth.

Now Al stared at his naked daughter with a renewed fury. Lush and beckoning as her cute tits and ass and silky-fringed cunt was, the idea that his next-door neighbor had gotten to her first infuriated him. In her letters to Mark, Julie had gone into great detail about how she loved blowing him, and how thrilling his come was.

"Come here!" he ordered Julie harshly.

Frightened, the girl obeyed. Even limp and dangling, her father's cock was tremendous. There was blood on it from Anne's ravaged anus, too.

"Get on your knees," Al told Julie. "And start sucking it off." He picked up the whip and the little blonde shuddered furiously. "And make it good, no, fantastic, or else…"

He flailed the whip in the air, and Julie almost fainted with panic. Obediently, she got on her knees and lifted his limp dick to her wet mouth. Moaning, she began jerking his meat in her warm fist as she placed as much of the gigantic rod in her mouth as she could manage. Using every trick she could think of, Julie began sucking on it with fervor. She twirled her tongue around the head, then almost gagged as she tried to ram all of it into her small burning mouth.

Hope flared in her naked breasts quickly as his fleshy rod began hardening in her mouth. She could feel the whip-thongs teasingly across her back, and she began sucking and kissing her father's massive prick with a hunger born of pure fear. Almost choking on the sheer size of his rod, Julie quickly began fondling his hairy balls in her fingers. She jiggled them from side to side, then up and down, knowing the action would help coax his load.

Not a bad blowjob at all, thought Al with pleasure. He watched his naked daughter work her mouth furiously on his shaft, realizing he could force her to do this every day from now on. Disillusioned as he was from reading her obscene letters to Mark and Anne, the idea of having a hot, juicy fuck in his own house every night softened him slightly.

"Suck harder and faster!" he told Julie, clutching her blonde head in his hands. He began jerking his hips in time to her frantic sucking, gritting his teeth with lewd pleasure when she paused to whirl her hot tongue around his knob.

Only once did he bring the whip down on her back. Julie screamed in her throat and sucked and kissed his cock more frantically. She was already giving him a terrific blowjob, Al decided, but he used the whip just to remind her what would happen if she didn't.

When he thought he might come, he ordered her to stop. "Lick my balls for a while," he commanded. "Suck 'em, too."

The girl immediately did as she was told. She darted her hot tongue out and licked lasciviously at his hairy bans for a minute, then gently grasped one in her mouth and began sucking on it eagerly. Then she turned her greedy mouth to the other testicle, until her father was groaning with lust.

Chained to the bed, Anne could still view everything by turning her head. And in spite of the terrifying pain in her ass from Al's monstrous rod, she found herself becoming tremendously aroused once more. Julie was licking and sucking her father's immense cock with unashamed lust, groaning happily in her throat as she whipped her head back and forth on it.

I ought to be a hooker instead of a music teacher, Anne realized with a shock. Why not? She loved sex, every perverted aspect of it, boys and girls both, even men and women, now. Being fucked in her helpless ass by the brute only proved it. Because she'd come, wildly, ecstatically, when the stinging hot spurts shattered in her bowels.

Anne's decision was made that suddenly. The voluptuous brunette decided to set herself up in business as soon as she could. As long as she was so passionate and enjoyed raw lechery so much, why not get paid for it in the bargain?

"That's enough!" Al suddenly told his daughter. Where was no reason to shoot off, in her hot little mouth when her juicy cunt was available. But what a blowjob! Maybe she could give her mousy mother lessons, for Christ's sake.

"Get on the bed, between her knees," Al ordered his daughter. "I want you to suck her off while I find out what was so great that turned our next-door neighbor on."

Wildly aroused now, Julie hunched down on her belly between the brunette's chained legs. She folded her knees under her while she began lewdly licking at Anne's hot pink pussy. As fat as the blonde was concerned, this was one order that didn't have to be given. She darted the pink tip of her tongue out and traced it along the brunette's silken slit, then plunged it in deep. Immediately, Anne shuddered and moaned with passion.

His chest heaving with lust, Al climbed onto the bed to fuck his daughter dog-style. The sight of her eating the lush music teacher made his long prick quiver fiercely. He guided his immense knob inside Julie's luscious wet cunt-lips, and instantly she trembled with pension.

Then he began fucking his own daughter with violent, pistoning strokes of his long rod.

"Ooooo, Daddy!" she cried wantonly, "it hurts! But I like it, I love it, I love your big prick! Fuck me, fuck me, Daddy!"

Al didn't need any urging. The succulent heat of his daughter's tight, fiery cunt was beyond anything he'd had in yearn. Combined with the vision of the golden-haired schoolgirl, devouring the beautiful brunette's pussy, his proud stamina began to crumble. The more excited Julie became as she ate Anne's succulent hot cunt, the more frantically her own pussy quivered and sucked on her father's rod.

Beneath both of them, securely bound, the feverishly aroused brunette was also beginning to have an orgasm. Julie's fiercely hungry tongue was like a whiplash in her cunt, lapping, kissing, sucking, greedily draining her juices. Anne wriggled her bare ass furiously as wave after wave of molten fire shuddered through her loins. And the little blonde couldn't seem to get enough of her juicy cunt as she lapped at it with depraved fury.

"Hot, juicy cunt," Al groaned as he began spurting inside his daughter's burning slit. "Hot damnnnnn! Oh shit, that's juicy! Juicy!"

All, three of them began coming simultaneously. While Al furiously fucked his eager daughter, Julie hungrily devoured her music teacher's gushing pussy-juices, sinking her fingernails into Anne's wriggling naked ass.

Two minutes later, all three of them sprawled on the bed, nakedly panting. Al felt better, much better now that he'd gotten a sample of his daughter's fiery little cunt. He knew he could have it every night now, and that soothed his fury. Maybe, the thought occurred to him, he could get her to find other schoolgirls for him. Hell, she'd offered some to that bastard Mark Jensen next door, so why not for her own father?

And he could always fall back on the stunning brunette, now moaning and twitching on the bed as she lay helplessly bound. What a tip… gorgeous ass!

Al picked up the whip and a soft moan of terror in from Anne's lips.

"Don't worry, lady, you'll learn to love it," he told her, grinning cruelly. "You'll learn to beg for it."

And deep down, Anne knew he was right.

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was just before their usual dinnertime. Mark Jensen faced his wife in their bedroom, Sheila sitting on the bed while he listened with a shocked expression.

"And that's what actually happened," the ripely curved housewife concluded, her crimson face avoiding his gaze. She'd told him everything, every sordid detail. The chains, the whippings, the anal rapes, virtually everything.

For a few minutes, Mark was silent. He found it almost impossible to believe his own stunning wife had an affair with the clumsy ape next door. But his self-righteousness began to crumble when he realized he was having a hot affair not only with his neighbor's young daughter, but his own daughter as well. For a little while, fury mingled with guilt.

"If-if you'd only do the same things to me, Mark, this will never happen again," Sheila sobbed. "I don't know why it turns me on so fiercely, but it just does."

"If that's what you want, you sure as hell are going to get it," he said ominously.

He went downstairs and got some rope, which he cut into short lengths. He didn't have a whip but he saved one three foot length of cord for that purpose. Both his son and daughter sat in the kitchen, watching him, curious and confused.

Upstairs, Mark ordered Sheila to strip. When she was totally naked, he bound her, face up, off the bed, so that she was spread-eagled. Mark Jensen was not only the victim of seething fury, but a wild new excitement sang in his blood. His wife's confession had suddenly made everything justifiable. Hell, after what she'd told him, nothing could be wrong.

He went back downstairs. Picking up a bottle of gin, he drank straight from it for ten long seconds. If he could fuck his own daughter, he thought viciously, there was no reason why his own son couldn't fuck his mother.

"Both of you come with in," he ordered his son and daughter. Obediently, Jack and Marsha followed him upstairs, knowing something weird was about to happen. When they entered their parents' bedroom, both of them were shocked. Their mother lay helplessly bound and stark naked on the bed, a look of strange excitement and fear on her face.

"Dad, what's going on?" Jack said, stunned. "You can't treat Mom like this."

"Shut up!" Mark said. His anger gave him complete command of the situation. His voice calmed down a little as he unbuttoned his shirt and began undressing.

"We are what we supposedly call a close-knit family. Okay, we're about to find just how close-knit we are. I want both of you to undress, right now. We're going to have a family affair, understand? And it's going to be a naughty affair, too. Now both of you strip! Now!"

His daughter didn't hesitate. The prospects of having sex with her father again stirred a hot young lust in her blood. And from the looks of everything, they wore going to have a full-fledged orgy!

Jack hesitated, but only for a few moments. The sight of his mother's lusciously naked body, helplessly bound on the bed with her sexy tits and pussy exposed, was motivation enough. But as he watched his little sister undress, his prick became gorged with blood, quivering with urgency. Christ, he had no idea his own little sister could be so sexy!

Now the four of them were naked, father, mother, son and daughter. Totally accustomed to obeying their father's every command, they waited for him to speak.

"Just to begin with," Mark said in a vicious tone, "I want you to fuck your mother, Jack. Don't stand there like a Goddamned idiot! I said fuck her!"

Jack paused, shocked at the idea. Yet the sight of his mother's beautiful, lush nakedness made his rod leap with impatience. And there was a strange look in his mother's smoldering eyes, too, as if she were frantically excited at the idea.

He climbed on top of his naked mother. Already Sheila had begun undulating her soft hips and moaning. Her eyelids fluttered with unashamed passion. It wasn't just the idea that her son was so handsome and had a huge cock like his father, but the mere feeling of being so helplessly bound thrilled and excited her to the point of feverish lust.

"Suck on my tits, Jack," she begged him, straining at her bonds. "Fuck me with your beautiful cock. Fuck me!"

She knew she was drunk, but that only intensified Sheila's wild excitement. It was the same urgent desire that had motivated Mark to suck and fuck his daughter, the strange re-living of their youth. With his lean, powerfully naked body crushed to hers, Sheila ground her hot pussy up against her son's massive prick anxiously. She uttered low moans of obscene delight when he began sucking on one of her swollen tits, gently biting the nipple. Then he was guiding his stiff rod inside her soaked, waiting cunt-lips. Instantly, Sheila jerked her hips up in a frenzy, craving more of his hot thrilling cock.

"Every inch!" she implored. "Fuck me with every beautiful inch of your hot prick, son! Oooooo, mmmmmmmm!"

And as Jack began to lewdly screw his own mother, an intense excitement rippled through his balls. She was terrifically hot and juicy, even more so than the horny music teacher. And the mere idea that he was fucking his own beautiful, voluptuous mother fired his lust to a frantic pitch. Sheila was jerking furiously up against her son's big cock now, loving the feel of helplessness as she struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles.

All the while, Mark clasped his naked daughter from behind playing with her tits and nudging his enormous stiff prick against the silky crack of her juicy ass-cheeks. Marsha was tremendously excited, not only from the sight of her brother, so massively hung, screwing their mother, but from the burning pressure of her father's immense prick rubbing against her tender ass.

"I'm hot, Daddy," she moaned, reaching behind to grasp his fleshy rod in her warm fist and jerk it. "Fuck me, Daddy, please? Do it to me while Jack is giving it to Mom! Now!" Mark had brought the bottle of gin up with him, and now he took another long swig. The depraved spectacle of his own son relentlessly fucking his wife had triggered an eerie lust in his blood. After all, it was a family affair. Why not make it a complete foursome?

"Okay," he told his passionately trembling daughter. "But I want you to crawl between your brother's legs and suck on his balls at the same time. Got it?"

Marsha nodded eagerly. She didn't need any urging, not after the torrid episode with her well hung father earlier. Besides, from the moment she'd seen her brother naked a wild yearning had surged in her throbbing young pussy. She rushed to lay face down on the bed, nudging her mouth to her brother's huge balls, fascinated by the lecherous view of his thick rod pumping and slippery, as it rammed in and out of her mother's glistening cunt. Marsha folded her knees under her, so that her own juicy slit was fully exposed.

Now her father mounted her from behind, guiding his immense prick into her luscious pussy. He began fucking her to a powerful tempo, his fingers kneading and caressing her lovely naked ass meanwhile. Again her flay little cunt shot hot thrills through his pounding meat, squirming and writhing on it with pure animal delight.

The family orgy quickly rose to a feverish pitch of lust. While Jack fucked his lushly curved, naked mother, his little sister sucked eagerly on his balls. And while she sent burning tingles of pleasure through his loins, her father was sparking violent waves of lewd delight in her own pussy.

"Fuck me harder!" begged Sheila. "Jack! Ooooooooo, yes! Fuck me harder, son, unnnnnnngh! Ram it home, hurt me!"

Jack was ready to spurt anyway, inspired by his mother's wildly throbbing cunt. And the feel of his little sister's tongue lapping lasciviously at his hot balls urged him on to a faster pace. His mother was digging her swollen burning tits feverishly to his chest, moaning deeply, thrashing her hips in a furor of lustful joy.

For Marsha, it was the most exciting episode of her life. Her brother's balls were hot and heavy beneath her lips, jerking lewdly, while her father's gigantic hot meat was battering her tight pussy to a maddening rhythm.

Sweet hot cunt! Mark thought, gripping his daughter's softly curved hips tightly. He felt his rocks explode, and great gushes of boiling sperm began stinging his daughter's madly quivering pussy. Not even Julie's tight cunt could compare with Marsha's luscious slit, with her flew heat and silky urgency.

Marsha began coming too, and she quickly placed a hot fist on her brother's pistoning rod, beginning to jerk him off while he furiously fucked their mother. Gee, what a party! thought Marsha, wondering, hoping fervently this would be a nightly affair.

All four of them – father, daughter, son – came within minutes of each other. Their wild moans and grunts filed the bedroom with echoes of lust. At last Mark dipped his dick out of Marsha's hot, drenched cunt with a long sigh. He sat on the edge of the bed, while his daughter slowly rolled over on her back, rubbing her hotly glowing pussy.

Then Jack withdrew his limp dick from his mother's passionately throbbing cunt, and sank onto the rug, heaving for breath. Who would believe his own mother could be such a wild, lustful fuck? She was still mobbing and squirming her hips, as if begging for more.

Jack glanced over at his little sister, feeling his meat beginning to rise again. Christ, she was cute! He reached his hand up and began fondling her soaked and at once Marsha groaned.

Although her father's cock waft bigger and much more impressive than her brother's, the girl found herself becoming intensely aroused once more. She'd always been intrigued by her brother's good looks and the huge bulge in his pants.

Mark took another slug from the bottle of gin, taking in the entire scent. The options available to him at this point were almost endless. Why not, he thought with fatherly affection, have his beautiful daughter give his son one of her thrilling blowjobs?

"Go down on Jack," he told Marsha. "Suck him off, baby, and do half as good a job as you did on me."

Lying helplessly bound on the bed, Sheila felt a tremor of shock course through her ripe nakedness. While she was having an obscene affair with their next-door neighbor, Mark was actually indulging in perversion with their own daughter! But the initial shock quickly surrendered to a fierce new excitement as Marsha sank down onto the rug, between her brother's, out spread thighs. The girl began jerking his long cock meat off in her fist while she eagerly grasped his shaft in her mouth.

"Oh shit, sis!" grunted Jack. "Christ, your hot mouth! Wow! Suck it off, sis, eat it!Mmmmmmm!"

Gulping still another shot of gin from the bottle, Mark Jensen felt a renewed fury at his wife. So she'd gone to the brawny slob next door for punishment, did she? He picked up the three foot length of rope he'd cut. Without a word he began whipping his wife's softly curved belly in cruel, stinging strokes. Sheila cried out in agony and arched her body like a bow, but the whipping cord came down even more harshly.

And if he kept the vicious punishment up, she knew she was going to come. Because not only did pain turn her on in some bizarre manner, but she couldn't keep her eyes off her own lovely naked daughter giving her handsome son a feverishly lewd blowjob.

And as Mark whipped his wife, he too watched Marsha going down on Jack with smoldering eyes. Inevitably, his immense cock stiffened to its full powerful length, spurred on by his wife's cries of anguish. Marsha was sucking Jack off with lustful cries in her throat, whipping her head back and forth with naked hunger on his long rod. And the blowjob Anne Hawkins, his music teacher, had lavished on him was practically girl-scout stuff compared to what his little sister was doing. Every minute or so, she paused to nibble daintily on the head of his stiff dick, then swirled her tongue around his knob madly for a few seconds. Then she would quickly return to kissing and sucking his cock, with such frantic delight Jack felt his balls would explode with sheer lust.

Wildly aroused, Mark knew what he wanted to do now. He crouched his naked body in reverse over his wife's bound body. Eagerly, she grasped his pulsating prick in her mouth while he began eating her throbbing cunt. But as he devoured her juicy slit, he coiled the length of rope into a big knot. When they were both rocking in lusty unison, he abruptly shoved the coiled rope deep into her vulnerable whole.

A muffled scream came from Sheila's throat. But the burning thick tightness in her helpless asshole was exactly what she yearned for, even as her husband fucked her brutally in the mouth with his colossal prick. And now Mark was eating her pulsating cunt with furious intensity, ramming his tongue in and out to a frantic, snaking rhythm, while she sucked on his gorged cock with lewd desire.

To Marsha, whose throat was being ruthlessly battered by her brother's huge prick, her depraved excitement was almost unbearable. She slipped two fingers down and began fingerfucking her throbbing cunt eagerly. She felt Jack's rod grow stiffer in her wet, burning mouth and knew he was going to come any second. She managed to gorge three fingers inside her tight hot slit, hunching up and down on them in a frenzy of abandon.

"Ooooo, shit, sis! Gonna come! Coming, honey! Wow!"

His little sister's mouth was, at that wild moment, tighter and hotter than any pussy he'd ever had in his life, Jack realized. When his climax burst, she gulped it down so voraciously Jack tried to wrench her head away from the sheer intensity of her lustful hunger. But Marsha continued to greedily suck, relishing every tangy drop, loving the hot spurts shooting off furiously into her hungry mouth. And she was coming too, three fingers jammed tightly into her pulsing cunt, whipping in and out in a frenzy. A minute later Mark began coming into Sheila's madly sucking mouth. He paused only momentarily, to suck on her clit for a few seconds, then, plunging his tongue deeply into her pulsating pussy, he jerked the coiled rope out of her whole.

Instantly, Sheila arched her back and shuddered violently from, head to toe. It was the wildcat sensation she'd ever felt, along with her shattering orgasm. Gulping Mark's jism down in rapid swallows, the voluptuous, nakedly bound housewife realized she'd never even had to leave home to get what she really wanted. All she had to do was ask for it.

A few minutes later, the entire family sprawled around, naked and panting for breath. All of them were glowing with deep satisfaction.

As long as their sex was now out in the open, Jack told them about his affair with the lush music teacher across the street. Mark's eyes widened with surprise. And now he knew he could have her any time he wanted, too.

"There's only one way to settle all this," he finally told his family. A sly grin crossed his face. "Well just have to have a party this weekend. We'll invite our next-door neighbors and the music teacher across the street."

"That sounds like fun," squealed Marsha.

"Yeah, it sounds great," Jack said, thinking hotly about the little blonde next door, Julie.

"Well, if someone will bother to untie me, I'll make dinner," Sheila sighed.

There was a slight difference in their sleeping arrangements that night. Jack slept with his mother, while Mark slept with his daughter.

Content

Mark Carver
Family with the hots

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN