Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

Buzz's long cock was quivering suspensefully in her boiling mouth, growing bigger and hotter. Julie sucked to a torrid rhythm on his cock, her cunt starting to gush juice fiercely as Sylvia's finger pumped deep. She also noticed that every time Buzz brought the leather belt down on her naked ass, her asshole flexed savagely, which caused her pussy to spasm.

She began to come in great, shuddering waves that made her creamy flesh tremble from head to toe.

Buzz watched his daughter masturbate the helpless brunette with a confused torrent of emotions. He wanted to eat the naked blonde more feverishly than ever now. She was disobeying him, dammit!

But, Jesus, they were sexy together! Suddenly Buzz didn't want to come in the brunette's boiling mouth. He jerked his cock away, leaving Julie moaning and gasping. A wild new urge had sprung up in the cop's blood.

He wanted to ram his enormous dick into Sylvia's luscious, tawny ass. That had to be a cherry, for sure.

He got off the bed and tossed his belt aside. Sylvia continued to eagerly finger-fuck Julie and suck on her tits.

Buzz jerked her up roughly by the arm. With an effort, he summoned the magic words. "Go down on her!" he ordered his trembling daughter. "Eat her pussy!"

His prick, coated with Julie's shiny spit, leaped even higher when the blonde eagerly scrambled between the teacher's creamy wet thighs. Sylvia lay on her belly, spreading her silken legs out. First she showered hot kisses on the brunette's naked, tormented ass, as if apologizing for her father's cruelty.

Then the madly aroused girl crushed her face to Julie's ripe ass and slithered her tongue deep into Julie's pink sucking cunt-flesh.

Buzz realized he'd gone all the way now. He'd ordered his daughter to go down on another girl's pussy, but he told himself sternly this did not make Sylvia a kinko-hippie-pervert. She wasn't doing it of her own free will, she was doing it because he ordered her to!

Ignoring the twisted logic of his inflamed brain, the wildly aroused cop stood at the foot of the bed. He hoisted Sylvia up by her silky thighs. She kept her mouth eagerly locked to Julie's squirming hot pussy.. Buzz banged his cockhead clumsily against her ass-crack, probing for her tiny asshole.

Because Sylvia was wriggling her plump ass feverishly, he didn't make contact with her juicy asshole until his fifth try. When his knob was securely against her tender asshole. Buzz lunged forward with brute power.

Sylvia lurched and screamed, her cry muffled against Julie's spasming cunt. The blonde trembled madly, feeling as if someone had rammed a boiling baseball bat up her delicate asshole.

But the more she wriggled and tried to escape, the more agonizing it became. For a minute, Buzz simply held his cock firm in her boiling asshole, feeling it throb and quiver with delicious pleasure.

The triumph singing in the cop's blood was, unfortunately, based on fiction. He was convinced he was getting Sylvia's ass cherry. As he was with her hot pussy, he was wrong again. Sylvia had been fucked in her tender ass more than once, first by the man who took her cherry, the high school teacher, then by a number of eager boys.

The difference was that her father was much bigger than any of them, and that he'd caught her by surprise. Sylvia recalled that if she tried to relax and went along with the savage ass rape, it wouldn't hurt nearly as much. After a while, she'd get her rocks off this way, especially because she was eating Julie's delicious wild pussy.

As Buzz began thrusting powerfully, Sylvia wriggled and fought to catch her breath. Each savage lunge sent flashes of fire through her tawny ass, but the exciting taste of the brunette's gushing come in her mouth eased the pain.

In her panting bliss, Julie twisted her head around to see Buzz ravaging his daughter's naked ass. The bastard! Where was his wife! She should have been here by now, Julie thought furiously. If only she came now, how perfect it would be!

She would find her naked daughter eating a strange woman's pussy, at her father's command, while her husband was raping his daughter in her tender ass.

Julie moaned and trembled, coming again in Sylvia's eager, stinging mouth. The blonde's sucking was so feverish and hot, Julie's pussy was getting numb. Where was she!

By nature, Velma Watkins was not a suspicious woman. But after living with her husband for sixteen years, she was not only suspicious – she was paranoid.

A voluptuous blonde with striking large tits and an ass that was almost comically sexy, Velma had peered into Sylvia's bedroom when she got home. There she found a bra and a pair of panties on the floor, both cut with scissors. She knew for a fact they were not Sylvia's underthings.

She knew this because she often poked around in her daughter's underthings, looking for soiled panties. When she found a pair with traces of Sylvia's cuntjuice in the crotch, Velma lustfully sniffed and licked them while she pumped her vibrator deep in her hot pussy, until she came in fierce gushes of pussy juice.

Velma often fantasized taking Sylvia's cherry with her vibrator, after going down on her for an hour or two, of course. She'd just recently discovered the strange joys of pussy-eating from her boyfriend's daughter, who was no match for Sylvia when it came to sexy curves and a pretty face.

In her daughter's bedroom, Velma also found her vibrator, lying on the soiled bed-sheets. As if this weren't enough, there were lengths of nylon cord tied to the bed-frame.

What the hell was going on in this house? Buzz's wife made herself a stiff drink and sat down with a cigarette, thinking deeply. Something had obviously happened to Sylvia. Should she call the cops?

She was married to one, she recalled with disgust.

All sorts of lurid and frightening possibilities raced through Velma's mind.

Hardly a genius, she was nevertheless smarter than her husband. Glancing at her watch, Velma realized he would be off duty in another thirty minutes or so. Should she wait or call now?

Her dilemma was solved for her when the phone rang. Velma quickly answered. A woman's husky voice spoke rapidly and hung up. For a few minutes, Velma sat, blinking her eyes, gulping a fresh drink and wondering what the hell was going on.

The woman said Velma's husband and daughter were having an orgy with her. Now what kind of weird bullshit was that? It just didn't sound possible, not with Buzz Watkins, who believed that all freako-perverts who had orgies should be lined up against a brick wall and shot down with sub-machine guns.

Velma herself had just come from a swinging three-way, and in fact she was a trifle pissed because she'd had to cut the delicious triangle short in order to be home before her husband arrived.

But the woman sounded dead serious. Velma shook her head and made herself still another stiff drink. Was it a trap? Did her violent ape-like husband know about her lusty affair with the adult bookstore owner and his daughter?

It smelled suspiciously like some sort of trap to Velma. But if it were true, then Velma's hot lust would be on easy street.

Because she'd catch Buzz in the act with Sylvia and this unknown woman. With that kind of leverage, Velma would end up having sex with her gorgeous daughter, too. It sounded just too good to be true. It just had to be some sort of cunning trap on her jealous husband's part.

But what about the mangled bra and panties upstairs, and her vibrator and the ropes on the bed? Had Buzz flipped his lid finally and tied Sylvia down and raped her with the vibrator?

That didn't make sense, either, not with Buzz's enormous prick. In spite of his crazed vendetta against freako-pussy-eating-perverts and dope-infested-virgin-fucking-bastards, Buzz Watkins could do anything her vibrator could do, and better. She had to say that for the maniac.