Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

"Oh Buzz, I can't – aaaah! – can't take much more, honey," moaned Linda, grinding her ass back to meet his thrusts. "`Can't stop coming! Your big prick!"

He grinned with contempt as he fucked the sweating housewife harder. Too much man for her, that's all. He'd bet his gorgeous daughter could take it all night, swinging her plump little ass in a delicious frenzy.

Only once did Buzz ever fantasize about eating pussy, and it was Sylvia's juicy cherry he dreamed about. He shoved the thought aside, filed with shame. Men didn't humble themselves by hiding their faces in cute, peeping cunts! His wife had only bugged him once about that, and he'd tanned her juicy ass proper, so she'd never bother him again with such filth.

She didn't bother him again, largely because his wife found others who did like to eat pussy. Not only did they lap and suck and kiss her thrilled cunt, they even treated her decently. They also showed her a few tricks that Buzz Watkins had never heard of.

If Buzz had found out that his sultry wife was having her pussy ravenously sucked off by another person, he would have erupted into a smoldering fury. If he had found out who that person was, he would have been outraged to the point of uncontrollable wrath.

Buzz's wife was having an extremely hot affair with a bookstore owner. But he wasn't just an ordinary bookstore owner. He ran the only adult shop in town, selling sex specialties as well as spicy books. He frequently tried out some of his wanton specialty items on Buzz's wife, which kept her otherwise dull existence filled with wild surprises.

Not only was the cop's wife having a tempestuous affair with the bookstore owner – she was occasionally sharing his daughter with him. Since he was divorced, he'd raised his own daughter, who was now eighteen and fully ripe.

While Buzz Watkins, the toughest, meanest cop in town was savagely fucking someone else's passionate young wife, his wife was getting her rocks off with the local adult bookstore owner and his lewd daughter. Buzz's own adorable daughter had already fucked half the boys in high school, and had just been introduced to sucking and finger-fucking by her hot, sensuous music teacher.

It never occurred to Buzz that it was his own grim attitude toward sex that drove his lusty wife to swing with another man. Or that by constantly warning his daughter about the evils of loose sex and dope-smoking perverts, she naturally fucked like a frantic minx.

As the rugged cop suddenly withdrew his long, cunt-juice-covered cock from Linda's shuddering cunt, and placed the knob against her trembling asshole, Buzz again had that funny feeling he was born at the wrong time. He would have been pure dynamite in the club-swinging days of the Neanderthal man. As it was, he was a confused and dangerous man, trying to cope with a world he didn't understand.

He rammed his thick prick furiously deep into Linda's tender, hot asshole, groaning with relish. She sobbed and clawed the seat of the chair beneath her, her ass quivering beneath the fiery onslaught. She'd already come so many times she didn't object to being raped in her soft, creamy ass. She could climax this way too, and as Buzz began pistoning his huge prick inside her churning asshole, she rubbed her cunt in a frenzy on the arm rest.

"Wild ass!" grunted the cop, holding tightly onto her trembling ass-cheeks. She was hotter than a smoking pistol up there, and he knew he was going to shoot off his rocks in less than two minutes. Which was perfect, because his break would be up about then.

In Buzz's simple, comic-strip world, a man was respected when his prick hung almost to his knees and he used it like a swinging billy-club. Men were real men, not pussy-eating cupcakes or ass-kissing freakos. Women were real women, like Linda here, who did what they were told and hopped to it in terror. They kissed your prick, licked your balls, whimpered with gratitude, and cried with happiness when you shoved your cock up their burning asses.

Simple!

"Burns!" gasped Linda, shuddering her ass in a fever of pain and excitement. "Your hot cock burns, Buzz!"

"It ain't a fuckin' popsicle,” he grunted, shoving his prick deeper and harder to make her yelp. Hot damn, her slippery, hot ass felt sexy grinding against his balls!

Buzz stroked furiously, feeling his cock quiver and harden like boiling steel up her tender ass. She wriggled it lustily, and suddenly he was shooting off his thick jism in wild spurts. He reared back his head and gritted his teeth, his eyes bulging.

Moaning and crying, Linda almost fainted from the searing pressure of his bursting cock up her ass. But the sting of his cum was deliciously exciting in her bowels, making her feel utterly weak, feminine and humble. Her father had fucked her ass too, years ago, and thinking of it brought back sharp, depraved memories.

He pulled his limp cock out of her ass with a sudden wrench that made her gasp. He slapped her on her naked ass playfully, as close as Buzz ever got to affection. Even so, his hand felt like a two-by four.

"Hey there, hot cheeks, gotta go," he said. He was dressing quickly, while Linda gingerly rubbed her ass. She felt fulfilled. Lots of punishment, lots of climaxes, all paid for in fear, sharp pain and violent thrills.

"He's gonna be out of town until next week," Linda said, slipping on her robe. Buzz didn't like her to walk around naked, except when they were actually going at it hot and heavy. He was very strong on decency.

"Yeah, well, I can't promise I'll be back before Friday," Buzz said, buckling his belt. "I'm a busy man, Linda. There's a lot of freako-weirdos out there, you know. Dope-smoking, pussy-eating kinkos. Somebody has gotta protect the public. Me."

"You look so handsome in your uniform," sighed Linda. She wished he would kiss her on the lips sometimes. But his lips were thin and cruel. Linda watched him with shining dark eyes. She felt as close to love as she ever did, a kind of blind worship for the man who told her exactly what to do and then made her come feverishly.

Buzz checked himself in the dresser mirror. By God, he was a handsome fucker! He posed briefly with his jaw grim and his hand resting dangerously on his.357 magnum. Blow their dope-filthy-cunt-lapping brains out, they messed with Buzz Freako-killer Watkins!

"Can I kiss you before you go?" Linda asked in suspense.

Buzz frowned at her. Then he turned his face stiffly sideways and allowed her to slobber on his cheek. Quickly, he wiped it off, waved nonchalantly and strode down the stairs like a storm trooper.

After he was gone, Linda sighed and lay back in bed and teased her glowing cunt lips. She wondered what it would be like to be Mrs. Buzz Watkins.

Luckily for her, she would never know. Back in the saddle of justice, Buzz drove the Dodge slowly through the peaceful, tree-lined streets. He wondered why they never called him on his break, just to check on him. In fact, the chief had issued orders not to call Buzz for anything, figuring the freako-weirdo-perverts were easier to deal with than the brawny cop. If there were any lurking perverts in town, they were doing an excellent job of hiding out. Buzz felt much better now that he'd gotten his rocks off a few times. Still, he was haunted by wild fantasies of Sylvia, her cute ass bouncing when she walked, her plump tits jiggling, her wide blue eyes shining with innocence. Should he take her cherry? She was a teenager now – ripe to bursting, by God. Wasn't it better for her own loving father to break her into the treacherous world of sex than some clumsy, groping kid or worse, a goddamn pussy-eating kinko?

Such tormenting thoughts confused his simple brain. It was against the law to do that, and he was the strong, vengeful arm of the law. But shit, man, some laws were downright dumb. What difference did it make if he did it in the privacy of his own home?