Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

Cindy picked up the quivering vibrator. She lay on her side facing Sylvia. The blonde twined one leg around her ass. While Sylvia kissed her torridly on the mouth and played with Cindy's silken, heaving tits, the dark-haired girl lewdly worked the vibrator inside Sylvia's sucking cunt.

It was Sylvia's turn to scream and gasp as Cindy fucked her with loving, lewd, hotly sensuous lunges of the long mechanical cock.

This was the position both deeply aroused girls were in when all hell broke loose. They were facing each other, kissing each other's frantic lips, Sylvia's leg raised and hugging Cindy's naked ass. The blonde played lustfully with Cindy's tits and swung her hips as the other girl fucked her with delicious wiggles and thrusts of the vibrator.

They were totally wrapped up in each other when Sylvia's father, the meanest cop in town, walked into her bedroom.

Buzz Watkins stood in the doorway. His eyes bulged and his jaw dropped. He stared in shocked disbelief, wondering if he was in the right house – his house.

Both girls were so hotly immersed in each other's lips, tits and pussies that they hadn't heard Buzz slip into the house and creep upstairs.

"Sylvia?" Buzz whispered hoarsely. "Is that my little girl, Sylvia?"

The blonde abruptly stiffened, even though she'd started to come in hot torrents of cunt honey beneath the pounding vibrator.

She hoped, she prayed with all her heart, that she was imagining it. Slowly, painfully, Sylvia turned her head toward the doorway. Her face turned a ghastly white.

"Oh my God," she whispered. "Holy shit!"

Cindy's fingers froze on the humming vibrator. She turned her head and saw Sylvia's father, but she was so dazed with lust that it took a few seconds to register.

She saw the blue cop's uniform, the shiny black belt and holstered gun. She blinked her. eyes at the angry, brutish face above the brawny shoulders.

Everyone in town knew who Buzz was, and a great many townspeople wished they didn't. Cindy was now one of these unfortunates. "Oh, Lord," she gasped.

Seething with rage, Buzz Watkins slowly closed the door behind him, his eyes blazing on the two naked, embracing girls.

That's when it hit the fan, with a vengeance.

Shortly after Buzz had left the salesman's wife, he'd driven toward his own neighborhood, even though it wasn't his official beat.

Sometimes he did this to check and see if his wife's car was there. Not that she'd ever screw around on him, of course, but the cynical cop in his blood would never let him rest. She'd been gone a lot at night lately, but she was always visiting friends, gossiping and playing rummy. She played one hell of a lot of rummy these days, Buzz noted. She played so much rummy that he was beginning to wonder why she wasn't the world's champion at it.

Her car wasn't in the driveway, but he saw Sylvia's bedroom light on. A good girl, Sylvia was probably sweating over her homework. But, dammit, she'd left the kitchen light on. He frowned at this and parked the police car at the curb.

Fucking electric bills were so high nowadays, they'd be better off living by candlelight. How many times had he told his daughter to turn off all the lights in the house except her own?

Buzz entered the house quietly and started toward the kitchen. He paused in the living room, cocking his head. He stared upstairs. Strange, wild sounds were coming from Sylvia's bedroom. It wasn't her stereo either. Moans and low screams and sharp gasps.

Never quick-witted, Buzz frowned and thought about this for a minute. It sounded to him like someone was screwing up there! That wasn't possible, of course – not with his little girl.

Slowly, he crept up the stairs, listening intently. Buzz's home was his castle, and someone was violating his castle. Maybe Sylvia was letting one of her girlfriends use her bedroom for a hot date. He'd have none of that freako-pervert shit going on in his house, by God.

Outside Sylvia's bedroom door, the sounds were very loud. Buzz's face became grim. He wondered if he should whip out his.357 magnum, kick in the door with the heel of his boot, and leap in ready to shoot.

Even for Buzz's comic-strip mind, this seemed a little heavy under the circumstances. Who could be using Sylvia's bedroom?

Very quietly, he turned the knob. He crept into the room. What he saw left him stunned. There were two naked young girls on the bed. The one with her back to him looked like Sylvia. Her hot, plump ass was swinging eagerly. She was squeezing the other girl's tits in her greedy fingers. The other girl was doing something to his daughter's pussy, if it was his daughter. Buzz couldn't see what, though, from the angle he was at.

The realization struck him like a giant fist. By God – that was Sylvia!

Along with the deepest rage of Buzz's life rose the hottest excitement he'd ever felt. His long prick leaped violently in his pants. His throat was hard and dry when he tried to speak the first time.

When he did manage a strangled question, Sylvia whirled her head around and went chalk white. The other girl looked at Buzz with horror, too. He recognized her now, facing the impossible once more.

It was Sylvia's best friend, little Cindy Smith.

Buzz shook his head in stunned disbelief. Jenny Smith's little girl, the pride of the Sunday school Bible class? Naked in bed with his daughter? He saw now what Cindy had in her hand. It was a quivering vibrator, wet with cunt juice.

Shaking with rage, Buzz closed the bedroom door behind him.

His whole world came tumbling down in those few shattering seconds.

If there was any hope for this fucked-up, degenerate, weirdo-kinko, dope-infested, virgin-fucking-bastard sick society, it lay in sweet young girls like his own precious daughter, and gospel-singing Cindy Smith.

That fervent hope had just keeled over and died with a whimper.

"Now you girls," Buzz said hoarsely, striding to the bed and towering over them, "you girls just tell me what's going on here. What the fuck is this?"

Cindy burst into tears and buried her face in a pillow. He might as well shoot her now, because once her mother and father found out, going to hell would seem like a girl scout picnic.

"I said," Buzz roared, eyes bulging on his daughter's naked, trembling flesh, "what the fuck is this?"

Whatever else Sylvia might be, she was not chicken-hearted, and she would never betray a friend.

"It's my fault, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "I did it – Cindy didn't do anything! I tricked her into letting me tie her down, and then I – well, I ate her pussy."

Buzz's jaw dropped again. "Ate her pussy?" he echoed. "You ate her pussy?" Sylvia's heart raced in her chest, making her luscious tits heave with fright. She nodded. "That's right, Daddy. I ate her pussy. Then I fucked her with Mommy's vibrator." "Mommy's vibrator?" Buzz didn't even know his wife had one of those kinky whoppers! "You screwed her with Mommy's vibrator?"

Sylvia nodded, thinking desperately. It was glaringly obvious to her that her father had an enormous hard-on. The sneaky bastard! It bulged in his uniform pants like a throbbing, obscenely massive hump.

The blonde was sharply aware that she and Cindy were in deep, serious trouble. Maybe she couldn't save her own ass, but the least she could do was try to save Cindy's. She knew her father's terrible temper, and she also knew he was slow-witted. Making a snap decision, Sylvia turned to Cindy and shook her roughly by the shoulder.

"Cindy! Go into the bathroom and stay there for ten minutes. Go, dammit!"

She slapped the sobbing girl viciously on the ass, and Cindy jumped. Hiding her face, she rushed to the bathroom and bolted the door.

Buzz watched all this with a gaping jaw and bulging eyes. It happened so fast all he saw was a blur of cute ass-cheeks bouncing frantically. He didn't even get a good look at her tits!