Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

A strangled sound escaped Buzz's throat. He never could handle mental conflicts, and this was his toughtest problem. A man of action, only forceful action could solve his seething conflict.

He got up on the mattress, behind Julie's naked, ripe ass. He seized her hips. He placed his boiling knob against her fiery cuntlips. With a brutal thrust, he slammed his long hard-on deep into her silken cunt.

The brunette shuddered, and the breath pushed from her lungs from the force of his piercing prick. Instantly, hot thrills tore through her pussy. Whatever else you could say about Sylvia's gorilla-father, he had the biggest, hottest cock she'd ever hugged fiercely in her slippery cunt.

It was especially exciting after the slow, dreamy session of screwing she'd had with her hung guitar student. Although Julie feared violence, she was so deliriously aroused from the sweet taste of Sylvia's squirming cunt beneath her lips, she actually welcomed Buzz's savagely throbbing prick ripping hotly inside her.

Julie's pussy was every bit as hot and wild as it looked, Buzz was finding out. He dug his harsh fingers into her soft, ass-flesh as he fucked her relentlessly. He watched the feverish brunette suck his daughter's rosy cunt while he pounded his prick in her boiling flesh. Maybe, Buzz thought hopefully, just maybe the feel of a real stud's whopper prick inside her madly sucking pussy would cure the perverted music teacher.

Whatever else she did, Buzz didn't want Julie cured too soon. Not while he was fucking her, anyway. Because watching the sexy, hot-assed teacher going down ravenously on his naked, frenzied daughter was exciting him to a blazing peak of lust.

It was Sylvia's first three-way too, and as crude and brutal as her father was, the shuddering blonde couldn't take her eyes off him. He was so primitive and raw as he pumped his thick crimson cock deep in Julie's thighs, like a caveman raging with lust. Sylvia rubbed her dripping pussy with violent excitement to the brunette's burning mouth.

Julie started climaxing from the battering of Buzz's cock. She screamed in her throat and sucked at the blonde's sweet, gushing pussy with wanton greed, her face smothered with steaming cunt juice.

Buzz could see both naked girls were coming wildly, and for the second time that night he felt the jism being sucked from his loins with electrifying passion. The teacher's tight cunt was a mass of silken wet fire, spasming and flexing on his prick. Buzz groaned and held his breath. No one made Buzz Watkins come when he didn't want to! No one.

Except his luscious daughter. And now, the creamy-assed, madly thrashing brunette.

All three of them were coming at once, and the mattress heaved lustfully beneath their jerking bodies. Julie was sandwiched between daughter and father. The wildly panting blonde raped her mouth with her fiery cunt. The naked, grunting man behind her spurted his load deep in her thrilled cunt.

The cop pulled his limp cock out, gasping for air. There were a lot of things Buzz was doing he had never done before, he had noticed angrily. He was heaving for breath, which he hardly ever did. It used to be his claim that he could screw the stable of an entire whorehouse without panting once. Those days were obviously gone forever.

They were making him come now against his will, too. Their greedy, fiercely sucking pussies were getting control of his cock, by God!

Well, at least they didn't have him cringing on all fours, eating pussy like a freako-pervert. Not yet, anyway.

The meanest cop in town didn't know it, but his castle was on a very shaky foundation. His wife had been fucking around for years behind his back. She was even eating hot young pussy, the greatest possible sin besides smoking dope and fucking virgins.

Of course, he told himself quickly, he'd taken his daughter's hot cherry, but that was different – a father's duty, in this particular case. What made it special was that Buzz feared someone else was going to beat him to it. They had, long ago, but he was blissfully ignorant of that fact.

As Buzz climbed off the bed and watched Sylvia continue to grind her honeyed pussy in lusty gyrations against the brunette's frantic lips, he felt a new stab of anger.

He'd caught his daughter being lustfully fucked by Cindy, using a vibrator. If he'd come just a few minutes earlier, he was certain he would have seen both sexy, naked girls eating each other's pussies. Goddamn, he'd missed that!

It still hadn't occurred to Buzz's dim mind that the depraved acts he raved against most were the very ones he yearned desperately to watch. He was also mercifully unaware that his precious daughter smoked and fucked virgins. She'd taken Cindy's cherry with her mother's vibrator, the same one Buzz had caught Cindy twisting obscenely in Sylvia's hotly sucking cunt.

The complex and startling patterns of human sexual behavior had always baffled and angered Buzz Watkins. He didn't understand why all men didn't do exactly as he did, rap out orders to 'em, fuck 'em brutally dog-style, whack their asses the minute they got out of line, and fuck their ripe tits, coming all over the naked mounds and forcing them to lick up the come.

In Buzz's harsh, jungle of a world, men were men, not pussy-eating kinkos. Men got on top, never on bottom. Men showed their affection with a hard slap on the ass, not mooning and slobbering kisses all over the place. Macho men used their pricks like swinging nightsticks, not teasing feathers.

Society was crumbling before Buzz's horrified eyes nowadays, where men wore their hair down to their shoulders, like simpering girls. They got on the bottom, ate pussy, smoked weed, and were mortified at the thought of whacking a woman's ass when she gave you lip.

Buzz didn't understand any of it. It just didn't occur to his infuriated brain that if a girl could give a man a feverishly exciting blowjob, the man could do the same for the girl. Or that, if he didn't, someone else would, as was the case with his wife, who, after fucking a number of men on the sly, found one who not only liked to lap her fiery pussy, but shared his young, horny daughter with her.

Yet Buzz was almost in that same position, watching his beautiful daughter get hungrily sucked off by a passionate woman. Had someone foolishly pointed out to the cop that he might be a hypocrite, Buzz might have drilled him right between the eyes with his hefty magnum.

Buzz also observed that the cardinal sin, pussy-eating, had to have something strange going for it, because the moaning, eager brunette still had her mouth locked to Sylvia's cunt, and his frantic daughter was still sobbing and coming and jerking her soft hips in wild shudders of ecstasy.

Buzz's long cock rose again as he watched. The teacher suddenly sat up, her tits heaving furiously. She licked her lips. Buzz noted her eyes were glazed and her face was coated with cunt honey.

More than ever, Buzz wanted to go down on his daughter's tawny pussy. And more than ever, he didn't dare. One of these nights, though, he'd sneak in Sylvia's bed and dip his tongue down there, real fast-like, just for a quick whiff and taste, that's all.

"Go wash your face;" he told Julie with contempt. "You got pussy all over it."

"Try it yourself sometime," Julie retorted. "You might be crazy about it."

His eyes narrowed on her lush curves as she headed for the kitchen. By God, that one needed a hard lesson. No simple whack on the ass was going to fill her with respect. Buzz's eyes went to the scarves on the bedside table, then to his massive leather belt.

Buzz loomed over Sylvia, who lay panting and twitching with her lingering thrills.

"Get up," Buzz told her ominously. "When she comes back, we're gonna tie her down. I'm gonna teach her a lesson about respecting the law."

Sylvia opened her mouth to argue and quickly shut it again. She'd only enrage him further, and he'd take it out on poor Julie. Sylvia tried bribery instead.