Norma Egan - Massage parlor wife

George laughed. "Christ, does she want it," he informed his friend. "Her cunt's like a fuckin' furnace.

Lynn felt ashamed of her obvious lust, but she couldn't stop the frantic contractions and furious creaming of her greedy little twat. At last George began to push his huge cock into her, and she moaned hoarsely as she took the wonderfully thick hard pole of his prick. She felt her sticky hot cunt-juice pouring down her thighs.

"Ummmmmmmm!" Lynn gave a muffled cry of ecstasy as she felt George's out-size prick completely stuffing her raging-hot cunt.

He began to fuck her in long, slow, tantalizing strokes, and it was all she could do to keep sucking Sam's hard little dick. She wanted to spit it out, scream her pleasure… But the customer is always right. She kept on sucking. At least she had learned how to please two men at once. With one stiff dick deep in her cunt, another jabbing excitedly in her mouth, she could easily take care of both her customers.

But she wanted George to fuck her faster, harder. She worked her shameless pussy furiously around his slow-probing cock, signaling her urgency. Her cunt gripped him, tugged at his meat.

George laughed. "Don't be so impatient, doll," he said. "We don't wanta rush. We want our money's worth."

Lynn struggled to adjust to his slow rhythm, working her famished wet cunt slowly-all too slowly-up and down the rigid thick pole of his dick. She moaned and whimpered steadily. Somehow she managed to keep sucking Sam's hard little cock without a break in her stride, and in her hot excitement she applied more and more pressure.

"Oh, Christ!" Sam gasped. He laughed sheepishly. "Too fuckin' much! I can't hold out much longer! Ohhhh, Jesus!"

She hardly had to suck his cock. Sam had taken over and was fucking her mouth in short greedy jabs. He panted and gasped loudly, and his homely scarred face was beet-red with lusty pleasure.

Seeing that his buddy was about to come, George at last gave Lynn the speed and pressure she wanted. He fucked her savagely, ramming his long sharp dick hard against her womb with each stroke. It was cruel, almost painful-but she loved it. Whimpering, she felt herself melting with incredible pleasure.

"Ummmmmmm!" she cried, her voice muffled by Sam's jerking prick.

"Awwwwwww!" Sam bawled.

Her throat was suddenly filled with his steamy jism. She swallowed it greedily, kept on swallowing as her own orgasm hit. She writhed wildly around the stiff pole of George's huge dick, and her cunt spasmed violently, squeezing his meat. George gasped and began to come.

"Yeah, go, baby, go," George gasped. As Lynn began to suck his cock ravenously, strongly, he chuckled. "You oughta be a professional," he said. "You're wasting your talent in this place."

Maybe he was right. There seemed to be nothing she could do about her endless lust, so why not exploit it? She felt no shame at the idea, only wicked excitement. Maybe Ed Green was right. Maybe she was a born whore…

Under her furious hard sucking, George's dick was growing hard in her mouth. Behind her, panting with excitement, Sam slipped his limp cock between her legs, nosing the soft tip into the wet mouth of her cunt. Her greedy pussy-lips seized his fat knob, tugged at it Lynn moaned in her lusty excitement. Again she had two stiff cocks, one in her hungry sucking mouth, one in her hot nipping cunt. She took them gratefully, eagerly… Her partners moaned and panted.

Nobody heard the door opening.

Earlier, while Lynn was still greeting her new customers, Bill was engaged in the battle of his life-with his weakening conscience, and with his determined little daughter. Tina simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

Bill had fended off her first approach, just after Lynn left for work, and had retired to the living room, hiding behind the evening paper. He wasn't reading. He couldn't even see the print. He was only struggling with himself, telling himself that he couldn't go on fucking his own daughter.

It was illegal, immoral, and just plain filthy. The idea of incest had always revolted him. It was insane for him to fuck Tina. And it was also the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him.

He wanted to fuck her, dammit. He wanted that soft fresh little body, that sweet tight little cunt, that lusty and eager response so much in contrast to his wife's indifference. She was his daughter, yes-but she was also a fantastic lay, eager to fuck him back.

If nobody knew, wouldn't it be all right?

No, Bill told himself sternly, it would not be all right. It would never be all right for a man to fuck his own daughter. This madness had to stop.

He was thinking this when Tina snatched away the newspaper and crawled onto his lap. He saw her knowing smile, felt her little hand creeping shamelessly towards his fly…

"No, Tina!" he shouted, leaping to his feet, dumping the girl off his lap.

He hated to be cruel, but if he didn't stop her now, he knew he'd succumb again.

"But, Dad," said Tina, pouting, "why not? Nobody will know. I want to do it, Dad. I want you to fuck me."

Bill grabbed his coat from the closet. "Tina," he said hoarsely, "I won't do it-not now, not ever again. I'm going out for a while. I'm going to visit your mother at work and bring her home. I want you to do your homework and go straight to bed."

Tina glared at her father as he walked out the door. If he thought he could reject her like that, he was mistaken.

Bill had no idea where the Pussy Cat Club was, and he had to stop and look up the address in a phone book. He imagined Lynn wouldn't be too pleased when he dropped in, but it was either that or stay alone with Tina-and if he stayed, he knew all too well what would happen. He'd enjoy fucking her, sure, but the next day his conscience would be unbearable. If he went on fucking his own daughter, he wouldn't be able to live with himself As Bill parked in the seedy neighborhood of the club, he frowned in disapproval. He didn't like the idea of Lynn coming alone to this dangerous part of town. When he saw the club itself, he almost swore out loud.

Hell, this was no cocktail lounge! Lynn had lied to him. This was one of those notorious "massage parlors". Bill had been to a couple of them himself, and he knew damned well what kind of "massage" you could get.

"I'm Ed Green, the manager," the guy said. "What can I do for you, sir?"

Bill forced a smile onto his face. "I'd like that girl I've been hearing about," he said slyly. "Lynn-that's her name."

Green gave him a knowing grin. "Yeah, you and a hundred other guys. She's real popular. But I might be able to give you a few minutes, if you wait. It's room three."

Bill nodded and took a seat, but he was dizzy with rage. Green's words shocked and angered him. Lynn "popular"-he knew what that meant. My God, how could she? He'd kill her!

As soon as Green went back into his office, Bill got up and went down the hall and flung open the door of room three.

His heart almost stopped. There was Lynn, stark naked, getting it on with two guys. She was sucking one of them off, and the other was fucking her from behind. Her pretty face was flushed with sensual pleasure, and she was moaning ecstatically For a moment Bill could only gawk. He could hardly believe that his cold, prim, modest prim, modest wife was the woman he saw. Lynn was not only doing things she'd never done with him-she was obviously loving it!

Lynn and her two customers noticed him. They jumped apart, stared.

"Bill!" Lynn said in a strangled voice. "What are you doing here?"

Bill's voice was hoarse. "Never mind that," he said. "When you come home, you pack your things and get out. I'm divorcing you, and I'm keeping Tina. That's all I have to say."

He turned and marched out of the Pussy Cat Club.