Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

"But not now," Sally cautioned, getting up. "I don't know about you, baby, but my twat feels like raw hamburger! Let's drink a little wine and smoke a little grass, okay?"

Cindy had only smoked grass once before in her life and she didn't like it, feared the strange feeling of soaring detachment, of being so high she felt out of control. But with Sally it seemed natural.

Thirty minutes later found both girls lying side by side on the carpet, giggling and half-drunk with their sexy addition to each other. Cindy began to lewdly finger-fuck Sally, and a minute later both of them were stroking their fingers rapidly in each other's wildly sucking pussies, moaning and coming all over each other's hands.

By the time Cindy left an hour later, both girls were humming and glowing with fierce satisfaction, both of them feverishly excited at their new discovery. Sally had not forgotten her promise to Cindy's father. She told Cindy – didn't ask, but ordered her – to return to her house at three the next afternoon. Sally's mother would be gone.

But she did not tell her new conquest that her own father would show up too. It would be a surprise for Cindy.

It would also be a surprise for Jenkins, because Sally had no intention of telling him that Cindy would be there.

One of Sally's irresistible qualities was her impish charm, her love of fun and games. Along with her simple quality of getting things done without horsing around, it would someday make Sally very rich and famous.

Even though at this moment she was nothing more than the town nympho, who'd just discovered she loved to eat pussy as much as she loved going down on a man.

That would help make her rich and famous too…

Known to her friends and neighbors – and her own family – as the "perfect" wife and mother, Marie Jenkins looked the part so accurately she could have done TV commercials selling detergents or, better yet, bath oil.

At thirty nine, Marie was still strikingly curved, with fully rounded, high tits, a slender waist, lush hips, and legs that were the envy of a lot of young girls in town.

Her face was remarkably clean-cut and wholesome, as if she'd lived in a sort of spiritual grace all her life. Yet there was a strong hint of sensuousness in her glowing dark eyes and ripe, heavy lips. She was extremely sexy, but in a quiet, wifely way, because she always dressed quite modestly and used very little makeup.

In front of her family and friends, that is.

On this warm, balmy evening she mentioned casually to her family – her husband, Phil, her son, Don and her lovely daughter, Cindy – that she was going to play bridge still again with her new friend, the nurse, Vivian Whitaker.

"Gee, Mom, you must be getting to be a real whiz at bridge," remarked Cindy with a warm smile. "That's about three or four times this week."

"It's sort of easy to get addicted to," her mother said softly. She stared at her daughter for a few moments, noting something definitely different about her "baby girl", as she still called Cindy.

Her daughter definitely wasn't a girl any more. There was a burning gleam in her eyes, a flush to her skin, a sort of animal sex-appeal she radiated that was very powerful.

Marie immediately guessed that Cindy had lost her virginity, a fact that both dismayed and excited her. To what lucky boy?

Marie resumed serving her family dinner, a little disturbed. She would have been considerably more disturbed – and violently excited – if she'd known that Cindy had lost her cherry the night before to her strapping, handsome son, Cindy's brother, in a torrid sucking and fucking session.

Or that she'd just come from a savage, depraved sex-clash with young Sally Owens.

Thus the Jenkins family quietly ate their dinner, each absorbed in their own lustful secrets.

Don furtively eyed his little sister, an immense hard-on throbbing in his pants, a drop of jism seeping out as he recalled her madly sucking pussy and mouth the night before.

Cindy returned his hot glance with just the barest of nods. Tonight again, for sure. Since her lustful encounter with Sally, she was anxious to rush back to her massively hung brother to make secret comparisons. She'd already decided she and Sally and Don would definitely have to make it together at the same time.

First her own brother, then Sally. Who could possibly be next?

If Cindy knew, she might have come right there at the dinner table, while her father watched her hungrily.

And while Phil Jenkins had his own fierce throb in his cock at that moment from watching his luscious young daughter, his mind was really on Sally. It would be her first night at the theater, and after last night, he could barely wait to get her back in his office. Goddamn, that was a sweet, juicy little cunt!

As Marie Jenkins stared dreamily at her plate, barely nibbling at her food, her heart raced with excitement. Tonight it was her turn to get tied down, to play sex-slave to Vivian and her lover, Jim.

Last night it was Vivian's turn. Tonight would be the first time Marie would allow herself to be put in such a helpless position. The thought of the vicious black whip and especially the monstrous dildo made her shiver at the dinner table.

If her sweet, wonderful family ever found out, she would die of pure shame, she told herself. All of them so innocent and trusting…

So was she, until she'd met Vivian a month ago. God only knew what strange attraction the slender, strange-eyed nurse had for her – or what eerie sex power she exerted over Marie, but in her presence, Marie felt weak and helpless and deeply thrilled, her mind racing with the most depraved and fiercely twisted urges.

Violent sex-urges which were now a stark reality.

In twenty-two years of marriage to her husband, Marie had never been unfaithful once, until she'd met Vivian. As sensuously beautiful as the dark-haired wife and mother was, she was basically a small-town girl who believed in old-fashioned virtues – motherhood, fidelity, a warm and loving atmosphere at home, clean, beautiful and wholesome children.

And she'd succeeded, too, because here she was at dinner, surrounded by her affectionate husband and sweet, innocent children. Of course, her son Don played around with girls an awful lot, but that was only natural at his healthy age. She even took a mother's pride in his conquests.

A frown crossed Marie's face when she realized Cindy might no longer be a virgin. In these modern, hectic times a girl couldn't be expected to hang onto her cherry forever, but still, Marie was upset because Cindy hadn't confided in her, or come to her first.

Tonight when she got home, Marie would try to ask Cindy for the truth. As long as it was a nice boy…

Now that dinner was almost over, hot waves of guilt and shame swept through Marie's ripe body. How could she betray her beautiful family like this not just by having a sex-affair, but with a strange, cruel woman and her boyfriend?

Twenty-two years of humdrum marriage might have had something to do with it, she realized. A fling, that's all she was really having…

If you could call what she did with Vivian and Jim a fling, acts which were more in the nature of a nightmarish orgy. Being teased, humiliated, whipped, raped, sucked and fucked by both sexes was hardly a fling!

At seven-thirty that evening, after her husband had left for the movie-house to open up for the night, Marie also left the house for her destination, leaving Cindy and Don home by themselves.

She wouldn't have felt so horribly guilty if she'd known her husband and children were going to be as wildly occupied with sex as herself for the next few hours.

In fact, she would have been shocked out of the erotic new panties Vivian had given her the night before, the sheer black crotchless panties that exposed both her luscious pussy and tender asshole. She would keep them on tonight while Vivian and Jim teased, whipped, sucked and raped her.