Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

As long as Cindy was safe, Sylvia would submit to anything. The closest her vicious father had ever come to really hurting her was the rough spanking he'd given her a few minutes ago. Her ass still burned and she had to walk gingerly.

Sylvia had a hunch that the sexy brunette music teacher would be very, very lucky to get off with just a few hard slaps on her gorgeous naked ass.

The blonde thought quickly. She could manage to get a quick phone call to Miss Mason to warn her. They were leaving the house now, walking to the parked cop car in grim silence.

Sylvia could say she had to go back and pee for just a minute. Her father would be too dumb to catch on to her intentions. But the more Sylvia thought about it, the more she was convinced she shouldn't interfere.

Julie Mason had started the whole chain of violent events, hadn't she? Besides, if Sylvia warned her, she'd leave her apartment and possibly hide out somewhere. That would not be good for her father's mood. He wanted his money's worth in sex and violence and vengeance.

Better to have the showdown tonight and get it over with, Sylvia decided.

The police car burned rubber as it lurched away from the curb.

Poor Miss Mason, thought Sylvia with a sigh. She wouldn't want to be in her panties right now for anything.

Julie Mason was in bed by ten p.m., but not asleep. For more than an hour she'd sucked and fucked her guitar student, then sent him on his way with the usual vow of secrecy.

In the darkness of her bedroom, the ripely curved brunette felt deliciously relaxed. It had been a damn near perfect day, with both sexes. First Sylvia's hot, luscious little pussy and then a boy's long, thrilling cock. Her lips and cunt still tingled from that one.

But it was the tawny blonde that really turned her on.

What kept the music teacher awake were vivid images of Sylvia tied down on a bed, shuddering and moaning as the naked brunette sensuously fucked her with her enormous, custom-tailored vibrator. While Julie did this in her imagination, she sucked on the girl's hot tits and played with her ass and worked herself into a frenzy.

Then Sylvia would do the same for Julie, only the blonde would remain tightly bound, the dildo strapped on her hips and vibrating massively in the air. Julie would straddle her hips and ride the cock like a saddle of ecstasy.

The reason the lusty brunette loved boys and girls over adults was their sweetness and innocence. Julie didn't like roughness, or violence in any form. She liked telling them what to do and being obeyed.

But as she lay in bed, smoking and thinking, Julie realized her act was getting very risky. Sucking a hot schoolgirl off in an empty classroom! If she kept that sort of craziness up, she'd end up getting caught for certain. Like her last job. It seemed that she no sooner got settled in a new place, got some wild, steady young action on the side, than she had to pack up and leave again.

Not any more, Julie was convinced. She'd cool her act, starting right now. No more wanton sucking and fucking on the school grounds! Not ever again. No more obsessive greed, either.

One hung boy and one juicy little girl would be plenty. Sylvia would be her steady piece on the side, but Julie hadn't decided positively on which boy yet. She wanted one suitable for a threesome, for a wild, torrid tangle of tits, pussies and cock.

These lewd, restless thoughts kept the brunette tossing and turning and getting aroused all over again.

The reason Julie was so constantly hot, aside from her normally passionate nature, was that she avoided sex with adults as much as possible. Only hung, strapping boys and lushly curved girls could satisfy her profound sex needs. And that entailed a lot of risk.

Julie was finally drifting off into a deep sleep when her door-buzzer jarred her awake. She frowned, slipping on her robe. Who in the hell could that be? She'd made it a strict rule not to let anyone come by her apartment without calling first. She didn't want to be caught making it with a student.

She peered into the tiny peephole lens in her door, and her heart began singing. It was Sylvia!

Eagerly, Julie opened the door.

"Darling! What are you doing here this time of night?"

A cop loomed into view then. Buzz had been pressed against the wall so she couldn't see him through her peephole.

Julie felt her knees tremble and her mind begin to whirl with sheer panic. She only vaguely remembered his face, but she knew who he was, all right.

"Oh Jesus," Julie whispered, her face turning pale. She gulped, her eyes swinging from the brutish red face of the cop to Sylvia's face. Sylvia looked sorry for her.

He knew.

Quickly, Julie tried pulling herself together to bluff it out.

"What seems to be the problem, Sylvia? Who is this?"

Reality then gave the brunette's horrified mind a brutal backhand.

"Cut the shit, lady," snarled Buzz. He walked into her apartment, dragging his daughter in by the arm. He shut the door and bolted it. He turned to Julie, his eyes blazing fiercely, hands on hips. The wild thought occurred to the music teacher that he looked just like the Gestapo.

"You can't bust in here," Julie began.

He slapped her on the face, once, a vicious blow that sent Julie reeling. She held her hand to her cheek and her eyes filled with hot tears.

"The fuck I can't," snapped Buzz. "You cunt-lapping pervert! You ate my daughter's pussy!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Mason," mumbled Sylvia, looking away from her gaze. "I had to tell." Julie nodded miserably. "It's okay, Sylvia. Everyone had their day of reckoning. I suppose this is mine."

"Ate her pussy," Buzz repeated. His tone made Julie look at him, startled. What she saw in the brutish cop's eyes sent icy chills racing up her spine. His cold, furious eyes were running up and down her curves through her robe. Being looked at that way was nothing less than rape. And more, Julie realized with panic.

"I suppose you're going to arrest me," she whispered.

Buzz didn't hear her. His red face had a sheen of sweat. His chest heaved with rage and he kept caressing his gun handle. Julie suddenly realized she might be better off in jail.

"I'll get dressed," she said in a shaking voice, and started to turn away. His huge hand grabbed her wrist like a steel vise. The brunette gasped in pain.

"No," he rasped. "You won't get dressed. You'll get UNdressed!"

Julie's mind raced, assessing the situation rapidly. He wanted to have sex with her, that was painfully obvious. If he did, he'd compromise himself and couldn't arrest her! It was also clear to Julie now that if he did bust her, he'd have to drag his daughter into court. Being a cop, he wouldn't do that.

But, staring at his raging face, Julie knew with dread he wasn't going to just hop on and off and forget it. He had other things in mind – weird things. But why did he bring Sylvia along?

"Oh," gasped Julie. The light dawned in a blinding flash. You could see from his crazy, blazing eyes what he had in mind.

He wanted a hot three-way.

One glance at Sylvia confirmed this suspicion. Just looking at the trembling blonde, she knew he had had sex with her already. Julie's sharp instincts could read his mind like a comic strip. Every violent thought registered on his harsh features.

She nodded slowly, biting her lip against the fierce pain in her wrist.

"All right," she said in a low voice, "if you'll stop crushing my wrist, I'll get undressed."

He let go of her wrist. "In the bedroom," Julie said. They followed her to the bedroom, where Julie switched on the bedside lamp. She took off her robe.

Buzz made a low animal sound, forgetting about Sylvia completely. Kee-rist, what a body! Gorgeous, creamy tits, sexy curved ass, stunning legs. His cock throbbed in his pants eagerly. She was class – pure class from her lush nipples down to her delicate, silky cunt-hairs.