Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

"You did a bad thing with Cindy Smith," he rasped, "and you gotta be punished. Now hold still!"

He brought his hand down brutally and Sylvia yelped and wriggled. With a shock, she realized he was really hurting her, not like Miss Mason, who'd played with her luscious ass obscenely. Again and again Buzz brought his rough palm down in a vicious arc, until the sobbing girl's ass was bright crimson.

His hard-on was now immense with excitement. He was dying to suck on her tits, so delicate and plumply curved compared to Linda's gross tits, but Buzz felt this wasn't manly. He also wanted to fuck her face-to-face, but the meanest cop in town was too embarrassed to show such tenderness.

In fact, the truth was Buzz desperately wanted to go down on her rosy little cunt, to ram his harsh tongue deep into her dimpled pussy and slobber up her cunt juice like a starving wolf. That's why the magic words "eat pussy" made him repeat himself dumbly over and over, like a recording.

But he couldn't face that yet, either. Would he be any better than those pinko-freako-commie-cunt-sucking perverts who infested this peaceful town like parasites? Macho men didn't eat pussy – they clubbed it with their big cocks.

He lifted his sobbing daughter by her hips and flung her onto the bed.

"Get on all fours," he snapped.

Trembling, Sylvia obeyed. Buzz knelt behind her, holding her hips tightly. He placed his burning cock-head against her small cunt lips. He rammed forward, his hiss of wild pleasure drowned out by Sylvia's sharp cry of pain.

"Too big, Daddy! Ooooo, slow down, easy!"

Damn, he forget she was a cherry! Buzz pulled half his throbbing cock out and tried to piston gently, but it wasn't easy. Sylvia's cunt was juicy-tight, shuddering with electrifying thrills on his long cock. He squeezed her burning ass-flesh while he pumped his prick lustily in her dripping pussy. He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth to keep from shooting his rocks off. His fabulous staying power deserted him completely, because shoving his huge cock inside Sylvia's tender slit was like sticking it in an electric socket.

"Hot-damn, that's, mmmmmmmmmm! That's wild pussy, Sylvia! Hey, baby girl, that's goooooood!"

Sylvia forgot the searing pain on her ass. She wriggled and thrashed her cunt in a rising fever of lust on his pounding hard-on. Her father was mean, and he was godawful stupid at times, but what a cock!

Besides, she'd just started to come deliciously from Cindy's sensuous vibrator-fucking when he'd interrupted, and now the moaning blonde was hotter than ever.

Buzz peered down to see if there was cherry-blood on his cock. There wasn't. A sullen suspicion arose in his dim mind, but then the bright thought occurred to him Cindy must have taken her cherry with the vibrator.

He didn't mind that so much. Hell, at least it wasn't some clumsy kid or fucking pervert! As far as he was concerned, he was getting Sylvia's hot cherry, because only a real prick could do that.

And even Buzz would concede he was a real prick.

Sylvia was emitting low screams of excitement, coating his cock with a spray of cunt honey as she started to climax in furious spasms. Buzz clung fiercely to his control. Macho men didn't come in two minutes flat, by God, they screwed like precision pile-drivers, like enraged bulls.

It was getting harder to hold his load back, though. In his entire life, Buzz had never had what you could call a genuine fox. The closest he'd come to it was his wife, when she was younger, and even she couldn't hold a candle to his adorable daughter. Watching Sylvia's tawny, silken flesh shudder beneath him, feeling her ripe ass quiver in his fingers, hearing her wild moans of bliss, Buzz could feel the knot of jism in his loins threaten to burst.

He took his mind off Sylvia's juicy, hot cunt thrashing feverishly on his cock by thinking of Julie Mason. Rage started to smolder, mingled with his lust, and he slammed his immense prick harder and faster, sparking a fierce new orgasm in Sylvia's pussy.

That kinko-pervert-bitch! Sucking his daughter's pussy, by God – going down on sweet little girls! Buzz Watkins was by nature a man of vengeance, dealing it out most of the time when it wasn't even warranted.

He'd fix her, by Christ. He squinted as he fucked Sylvia's silken cunt savagely, trying to recall exactly what the brunette looked like. Sexy bitch – tall, big tits was all he could remember right now.

There were two magic phrases that excited Buzz intensely. One was "eat pussy," which sent him into a combined rage and frantic desire, and the other was "big tits" which conjured up a picture of enormous, creamy tits hugging his hard-on lustfully.

The more Buzz thought about it, the madder he got. But along with his seething anger was a tremendous excitement, a raw lust. His mind produced a picture of the naked, hot-breasted brunette going down on Sylvia's plump thighs, and that image was enough to trigger his load of thick jism.

"Aaaaah, oooooo!" Buzz snarled, ramming his spurting cock brutally inside Sylvia's searing cunt. "Eat, eat, eat pussy! Eat pussy! Big tits, unnnnnnng!"

Sylvia was utterly baffled by his shouts, but she was too immersed in her own wanton frenzy. She wriggled her ass wildly, her father's boiling jism stinging and tickling her pussy.

Heaving for breath, a rare event in the rugged cop's life, he slipped his dangling cock out of Sylvia's spasming cunt. He felt much better, toward his daughter anyway. The thought that he'd gotten a juicy young cherry inflamed his macho image of himself.

If Buzz had known the truth, that he was only one cock in a long chain of pricks that had sampled Sylvia's wild pussy, he would have been a very dangerous man at that moment.

Sylvia collapsed on the mattress, moaning and panting.

As an afterthought, he stared at his daughter with concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I, baby girl?"

"Oh Daddy, it was wonderful!" Sylvia said, rolling over onto her back and stroking her tits lewdly. "But your cock is so big!"

"Don't talk dirty or I'll tan your hide again," warned Buzz. "I don't like that kinda filth."

"I'm sorry," Sylvia panted. "I meant your penis."

Buzz stared down at his long prick. "Yeah, it is a killer, ain't it?"

Towering over the bed, Buzz had two mad, lust-crazed urges. He wanted to eat Sylvia's hot little pussy first, then he wanted to ram his enormous cock up her tawny ass.

But there was something else he had to do first, an urge that took priority over everything. The icy feeling of vengeance soared in his blood as he picked up the phone book.

"What's her first name!" he barked. "Miss Mason!"

"Julie, I think," whispered Sylvia, frightened again. "What are you going to do, Daddy?"

His jaw muscles rippled ominously as he began leafing through the phone book. He suddenly flung the book aside. He wasn't going to call her. He was going to surprise the pervert-freako-bitch, in person.

"Get your clothes on," Buzz told Sylvia. She got off the bed, trembling. "Daddy, what are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna teach her a lesson," he said softly.

Chills ran up Sylvia's spine. Her father hardly ever talked softly, which meant he was in a terrifying mood. Sylvia felt badly about telling him Julie's name, but as she hastily dressed, along with her father, she realized that protecting Cindy was much more important: Miss Mason would have to take care of her own ass, since she was an adult.

Besides, she started the whole thing, anyway.

But why did he want Sylvia along?

Sylvia was a very sharp girl, and as she dressed she studied her father's face, trying to read his thoughts. She saw rage, and savage lust. She knew her father had been deeply aroused at the sight of her and Cindy naked in bed together. It didn't take much effort to put two and two together.