Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

"Hey, use them lips, aaaah!" he groaned, clutching her head tightly in his hands. He swung his hips, fucking her mouth with forceful strokes, sucking in his breath as the girl whipped her churning mouth eagerly back and forth. Buzz had had much better blow-jobs. She didn't know how to use her tongue, but she did work her tight, burning lips with hot excitement.

Buzz let her suck him off for ten minutes. He had no intention of coming in her mouth, not this time. She had a much wilder pussy, and her torrid asshole was deliciously exciting. He liked the pose when she gave him a blow-job, with him standing triumphantly over her kneeling body, holding her head as if she were a trophy he'd just shot in the woods.

"Kiss my balls!" he ordered. Quickly, the housewife moved her mouth down and reverently kissed his thick, hairy testicles. Linda loved it when he gave orders in that fierce, commanding tone. She felt weak and feminine and utterly humble. Because Linda wasn't too bright, she was always relieved when someone told her exactly what to do.

"Don't you want to come in my mouth, Buzz?" she panted, looking up at him anxiously. "I like it when you come in a big flood, honey. Please?"

Buzz appeared to think deeply. He shook his head. "Nah. We'll do it like last time. Get on the bed."

She hurried to the bed and lay on her back, her legs spread so that her pink, luscious cunt peeped from between her silken dark hair. She had a good-looking cunt, Buzz thought. He only wished she were a blonde, a very young blonde.

Like Sylvia, his foxy daughter.

Buzz got up onto the bed and straddled her stomach with his muscled ass. The panting housewife cupped her creamy tits in her hands and began working them around his long, bristling cock, massaging his prick with her silken hot mounds. While Linda couldn't have an orgasm this way, she felt proud that he wanted to fuck her in her tits. A lot of women didn't have enough to work with, she knew, but Linda had more than her share.

"Nice," panted Buzz, lunging softly in the burning valley of her tits. What he liked about tit-fucking was the soft sensuous thrills his prick felt. While normally this wouldn't be nearly enough excitement for Buzz to get his rocks off, Buzz had a secret which enabled him to spurt his boiling jism all over Linda's feverish tits. She would then hoist her tits close to her mouth and eagerly lick up his cum, a sight which always pleased Buzz deeply.

"Feels good," moaned Linda, crushing her slippery tits against his hard-on. "Wish you'd come in my mouth, honey!"

"Quiet," snapped Buzz, concentrating. Goddammit, she was interrupting his secret fantasy. He hunched over, supporting himself on his palms while he fucked her tits to a faster rhythm, delicious tingles rippling through his pounding cock.

His mind was concentrating fiercely on his tender daughter, Sylvia. He was, in his imagination, plunging his long prick in the valley of Sylvia's sweet hot tits, while his daughter gasped and panted with feverish delight. Sylvia had enough for a lusty tit-fuck; she was filling out rapidly. She was such a sexy little thing, so plump-assed and lovingly curved, that Buzz had found it necessary to jerk off a lot lately whenever he thought about her.

Someday he was going to take her cherry. "I think you're gonna come, Buzz!" moaned Linda.

"Shut up, dammit!" he snarled. Sweat dripped off his sinewy muscles as he lunged faster and harder into her silky tits. His prick quivered and grew brick-hard. Thank Christ his beautiful daughter wasn't a tramp like this one. Linda was a hot, sexy tramp, true, but still a loose and easy piece.

Beneath him, the housewife panted wildly, her eyes gleaming on the thick head of his cock. It swelled before her eyes, and Linda licked her lips and whimpered. She rubbed her sweating tits frantically on his pumping prick, wishing she had one hand free to get her own rocks off. Buzz had a blunt, brutal crown on his cock, just like her father's, only the cop's prick was thicker and longer.

Suddenly he was spurting great gushes of boiling jism over her lush tits. Linda eagerly craned her neck down and began lapping up the salty jism. Swinging his hips rapidly, Buzz made furious fucking motions. Only this wasn't Linda's hot, sweating set of tits – it was Sylvia's luscious pair of tits. He was coming all over his own daughter. He hissed and clenched his jaw, his wild lunges slowing down.

Damn, that was juicy!

He climbed off Linda. She moaned, licking up his jism, scooping up the sticky cum with her pink tongue. It felt obscenely wonderful, all thick and gooey and reeking with the heady scent of a male.

Now she knew he would plunge his bristling cock deep into her hot, sucking cunt, so Linda drew up her knees, panting feverishly.

Beside the bed, Buzz stood staring down at her ripe curves, at her lewdly sucking pussy. A flash of anger swept through his blood. What kind of a woman would screw around on her husband anyway? The thought that his own wife might be doing this with some other horny stud made Buzz tremble with furious jealousy.

He'd never caught her, but if the hot-lipped bitch was foolish enough to try something like that-by God, he'd blow her pussy off with his magnum!

Linda watched him with caution as she squirmed her naked ass impatiently on the bed. She became very uneasy when he looked at her like that, as though she'd done something horrible. Buzz had a terrible temper, like her father. It raged up from nowhere, for no reason she could fathom.

But it was the very thing that made the cop so sexy and irresistible to her. Linda had never known sex without violence in some form, except from her new husband.

And he was already boring her to tears. "Turn over," Buzz snapped. Quickly, Linda turned over on her belly, her ripe ass-cheeks quivering. She knew what was coming and she braced herself with a mixture of terror and wild, obscene excitement.

Her daddy used to whip her ass with his leather belt when she did something forbidden, and sometimes even when she didn't do anything bad. Because her father had taken her cherry by brute force one night after whipping her naked ass, Linda always associated that kind of hot pain with a shattering climax. She could actually have an orgasm from the stinging pain on her tender ass with nothing up her pussy.

Her husband wouldn't do that for her, and that was still another reason she found the tough cop so exciting and her husband so boring.

Behind her, Buzz took his thick leather belt from his pants, unsnapping the holster first. His broad chest was heaving with anger and excitement.

Twice he'd been passed over for the chief's position in this town, largely because of his vicious temper. He really shouldn't have beat the shit out of that weird, long-haired bastard he'd caught smoking dope in an alley two years ago. They'd raised such hell about police brutality that his chances for promotion for at least another five years were ruined.

The other reason he'd been passed over was his obsession with pinko-commie-dope-shooting-virgin-fucking bastards, who were everywhere, he was convinced. They were out to screw innocent young girls, like his daughter Sylvia. The current chief of police more than once had listened to Buzz rant and rave and shake his fist with disbelief. Because Buzz had been born and raised in this town, the chief did not try to get him off the force. But he did get him out of his hair by putting him on the quietest beat.

The town was not big enough for a police psychiatrist. But if it had been and Buzz were subjected to an examination, he would have been out on his ear in twenty seconds. The shrink would have elicited the fact that Buzz suffered from paranoia to an extreme degree. There were no pinko-commie-virgin-fucking bastards in this tranquil town.

Buzz was insanely jealous that some younger stud would get his daughter's luscious cherry, which he secretly craved. Not able to face his overpowering desire squarely, deep conflicts raged in the brawny cop – violent, seething conflicts.