Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

The blonde now spoke and moved rapidly, spurred by sheer desperation. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She unzipped her father's pants as she talked, and took out his long, throbbing cock in her fist. She began jerking it rapidly.

"Listen, Daddy," she rushed, "I know how upset you are, and I don't blame you. I mean, you come home and find your daughter having sex with another girl, and that's terrible, isn't it? But gosh, Daddy, it's not the end of the world! I did it because I was thinking about you, and that's the truth! I mean, a girl has to find out about sex somehow, and it's not as bad as screwing a whole lot of boys, is it? Two girls just playing together – we weren't hurting anyone!"

"Ate her pussy?" repeated Buzz numbly. "You ate her pussy?"

His dazed mind was still clinging to that one, even as his eyes raked over Sylvia's luscious, silken curves. He tried to picture his tawny blonde daughter going down on Cindy Smith's little pink pussy. The image made his massive hard-on quiver wildly in Sylvia's hot fist.

His mind was also trying to register the astonishing fact that his naked, sexy daughter was jerking his cock in her fist. Things were moving too fast for Buzz Watkins. His mind was torn between rage and seething lust for the gorgeous young girl playing with his cock. At the same time, he was trying to understand what she was saying.

"Yes, I ate her pussy," admitted Sylvia, stroking his prick faster. She had to keep talking, keep his attention off Cindy! She knew what Cindy's parents were like. She could handle her father, she was sure. She'd conned and manipulated the rugged cop since she was a little girl, and although she knew he was a dumb bastard, as she secretly thought of him, Sylvia loved him in her own way. After all, he was her father.

He also had the biggest prick she'd ever seen, shaming the teacher who took her cherry and the countless boys she'd eagerly fucked.

"Oh, Daddy, you've got a monster here! I'll suck you off on one condition – just one condition."

"Suck it off," whispered Buzz. A giant drop of jism had oozed out of his flaming cockhead.

"One condition," repeated Sylvia patiently. "You don't say a word about Cindy to her parents. Not a word, Daddy! And you can have me any time you want."

"Cindy," echoed Buzz. "You ate her pussy!"

Sylvia was growing exasperated, but she had to be patient, had to get his promise. "Not a word to Cindy's parents, Daddy! Her whole life would be wrecked, and it was all my fault, too. Just because Miss Mason ate my pussy this afternoon, and… and… "

Oh shit! thought Sylvia with despair. Her father suddenly seized her by her hair and jerked her head back, his blazing eyes holding hers.

"What? Miss Mason ate your pussy? Miss Mason?"

"The music teacher," sighed Sylvia, close to tears now. She blew it! Every time she used the magic words, "eat pussy" his attention jerked to life. But better to sacrifice the sexy brunette teacher than her best friend.

"It was Miss Mason's fault!" Sylvia rushed on, clutching at the straw. If someone had to take the blame, better the hot-lipped teacher than poor Cindy. "Miss Mason did it, Daddy! She went down on me this afternoon and she turned me on, and the next thing I knew I was doing it to Cindy! That's the truth, Daddy. Will you let Cindy go now?"

Buzz released her hair. He struggled to remember what the teacher looked like. He'd met her once at choir practice. The memory of the tall, hotly stacked brunette came back vividly to his mind. That pervert freako bitch!

Suddenly Buzz whirled on his heel. With his crimson hard-on looming out obscenely from his pants, he picked up the phone and quickly dialed.

Sylvia trembled, holding her breath. But he was only calling in to the police station to tell them he'd run into a little domestic trouble and would be off the air for an hour or so. Maybe the rest of the night, he added, his eyes drinking in Sylvia's naked curves.

While he was still on the phone, Sylvia rushed to the bathroom door. She pounded on it and called Cindy's name until the panic-stricken girl opened the door.

"Get dressed and get out, fast!" Sylvia told her. "But wait until I'm keeping him busy, understand? He won't tell – don't worry, Cindy, I'll fix it. I swear it's okay. Got it?" Frantically, Cindy nodded.

The blonde girl went back to her father, who was hanging up the phone. Sylvia clutched his quivering cock in her fist and gently pulled him back to the bed.

Quickly, Sylvia put her burning lips on his prick. She sucked up the drop of thick jism. She began whipping her mouth back and forth on his boiling hard-on, putting everything she had into this one fiery blowjob.

Everything depended on it.

The feel of his own sexy daughter's burning lips churning feverishly on his huge cock blotted everything else from the cop's mind. Her blazing mouth felt tight and hot and wild on his cock and when Sylvia swirled her tongue around his cock-head, Buzz groaned and gripped her head in his hands.

He was barely aware of Cindy moving urgently in the bedroom. Wide-eyed with panic, Cindy slipped her dress on, leaving her mangled bra and panties on the floor. In less than a minute, the terrified girl was rushing down the stairs and out of the house.

At first, Cindy was afraid to go home. Suppose Buzz called her parents tonight? She told herself she had to trust Sylvia. The fast-talking blonde would save them both, if she just trusted her. Cindy went home, praying fervently all the way.

In Sylvia's bedroom, the schoolgirl sucked feverishly on Buzz's enormous hard-on. Her fear was quickly giving way to a deep, wanton excitement. She'd gone down on so many boys with such frenzied eagerness that cock-sucking was one of her greatest skills. But her father's cock was monstrous!

While she worked her lips and tongue expertly, Sylvia used her hands to unbuckle her father's belt. She pulled his pants and drawers down, not missing more than one stroke with her lips as she freed his shorts. She did this for two cunning reasons. First, if she got him at least halfway undressed, he wouldn't be able to rush out of the house seeking vengeance on the music teacher. At least not for a little while.

Second, Sylvia wanted to caress and kiss his balls, which she now did with lewd effect, holding his long, thick cock up with her fist. It was important that she give him a terrific blowjob with the lusty promise of more to come.

It was hell when you had to bribe your own father by going down on him! Sylvia thought. As Sylvia sucked him off furiously, Buzz panted and groaned under the juicy onslaught. Always self-conscious about his appearance, he felt ridiculous wearing only his shirt, with his hairy legs protruding beneath. Besides, he didn't want to come in Sylvia's boiling mouth, not yet.

He wanted to take her cherry first.

The fact that he'd caught his daughter having sex with another girl only convinced Buzz more deeply that she was a cherry. After all, if she was fucking boys, she'd have had a boy with her, not a girl. To his simple mind, this was living proof that Sylvia's precious virginity was intact.

Buzz suddenly stepped away from the panting blonde.

"No, Daddy! I want you to come in my mouth!"

He glared down at her, taking off his shirt to proudly reveal his massive, hairy chest. "You're still a virgin, aren't you?" he demanded.

Sylvia was about to ask her father if he was kidding. Seeing the look on his red face, she realized she'd already made her blunder for the night. She nodded furiously.

"Yes, Daddy, I am! And I want you to take my cherry!"

That pleased Buzz. His rage was temporarily forgotten as he sat on the edge of the bed and hoisted Sylvia over his lap roughly, for a spanking. Her lush, naked ass-cheeks trembled, with her pink cunt sucking lustfully beneath.