Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

The blonde was now fucking Marie's mouth with obscene lunges of her slim hips, slow, savage jerks of her hot cunt to Marie's face, deep animal groans coming from her throat. She brought the whip down over Marie's ass without warning every thirty or forty seconds, swinging it in a vicious arc to bring muffled screams of pain from the housewife's numb lips.

Then Vivian was coming in long spasms, brutally smearing Marie's face with her cunt-juice, tossing the whip aside so she could crush her victim's mouth to her oozing pussy with both hands in a fierce lust-grip, grinding her crotch to an obscene rhythm while her small tits heaved feverishly.

"Ah, you hot loving bitch, that's – mmmm! – good!" she hissed, shudders of ecstasy ripping through her pussy. She rode Marie's mouth wantonly for almost five minutes while she came in violent climaxes, hunching slightly in her standing position to fuck her ripe lips.

Silently, but with his eyes gleaming, Jim watched his sister rape the stacked housewife. He'd long ago lost count of the girls and women his sexy sister had seduced and then tormented, for his pleasure as well as her own. It was the only way Jim could get his huge prick up, watching two women in action, but one of them had to be his lust-crazed sister.

She'd spoiled him, the beautiful, greedy bitch.

They'd lived together for four years now, Jim posing as her boyfriend and, at times, her husband, while they shared hot-breasted, ripe-assed women like Marie. The whole lewd mess began when she'd come to his apartment one night almost five years ago, desperately horny, she'd told him. He was a swinging bachelor in San Francisco in those days, and he did all right by himself – damn good, in fact. But once he'd had violent, unforgettable sex with his own insatiable sister, something weird happened inside him.

He became gradually addicted to her fingers and mouth and wild cunt, because she could get his rocks off like no other woman in existence. And then one night she confessed she was a switch-hitter. She went out, picked up a girl in a bar, brought her back to his place, and on that night the bizarre games began. He'd seen two women make it before and it always turned him on, as it did most men.

But he'd never seen his own sister in action with a girl. And it was hypnotic to watch, so exciting he'd shot off just from witnessing her first session with a pretty girl. She'd done exactly what she was doing to the lush housewife right now, made her kneel down and suck her pussy while she whipped her gorgeous ass, and then capped the depraved exhibition by throwing the whip aside and crushing the girl's face to her boiling cunt with both hand's and riding her mouth with mad, lewd groans of pleasure.

He could never figure out exactly what it was that Vivian had, but whatever it was it melted girls and women like butter in the summer sun. They became whimpering sex-slaves to the slender, sharp-faced nurse, eager to humble themselves and be harshly commanded by her. And she was a bitch to live with, sharp-tempered, demanding, haughty, selfish.

But he couldn't break away from her, either. He'd tried it once, and Goddammit, he couldn't even get a hard-on without her! She was raw lust, almost evil she was so exciting to watch in action. Another switch-hitter had once told him his sister was a bitch-Goddess, that all women secretly wanted to be disciplined and when Vivian doled it out, they craved punishment from her the way a junkie craves dope.

Maybe so, he admitted, but, he added bitterly, he was a man, so how in the hell did she get him snared in her web? Why couldn't he get his rocks off unless it was with his own sister, or while his sister was present when he fucked another girl?

In desperation he'd gone to a psychiatrist, and the fish-eyed bastard had listened to him without blinking an eyelid.

All in his mind, the shrink assured him. His erections would return in time if he left his sister, not for a while perhaps, but his dependence on his strange sister was purely mental. Possibly Jim had wanted to fuck his mother and never having had the chance now substituted his sister.

Then the shrink, having elicited some lusty details about Jim and Vivian and the girls they shared, asked a very sensible question: Why did he want to leave his sister anyway? Jim had to think seriously about that one. While he brought some girls for their orgies as well as Vivian, it was his sister who got the grade-A pussy, the luscious knockouts like this country-fed housewife now ravenously sucking her off, on her knees like a slave.

He had all the juicy cunt he'd ever want, mainly provided by Vivian. So why did he want to break away?

Because, Jim told the solemn little twerp of a shrink, he wanted to feel like his own man again. He didn't want to be anyone's flunky, least of all his own sister's. But as long as he couldn't get a hard-on without her, he felt compelled to stay with her.

At this point, the psychiatrist shrugged. In the first place, he told Jim, he had a lot of patients who would give their fat bank accounts to be in his shoes. Jim should meet some of their dumpy wives. And second, the shrink solemnly told him, what was wrong with being impotent? He had patients, young, healthy patients, who hadn't had an erection in years. That didn't stop them from eating pussy.

He himself, the twerp admitted shyly, hadn't had a hard-on in six months. As a matter of fact, he'd love to meet Jim's sister…

Jim stalked out of his office in disgust and never went back. But the psychiatrist had set him to thinking deeply. He could leave Vivian but could he go for six months without a hard-on? And suppose the little bastard was wrong, suppose he could never get it up again without watching his lewd-lipped sister in action with another gorgeous piece of pussy?

All this had happened just three months before, in San Francisco. Since then they'd had to leave the city when a girl Vivian brought home and tied down and whipped and teased and brutally raped turned out to be underage. And went to the cops afterward…

They'd barely gotten out of that one with their skins intact. Vivian's cunning saved them. She'd gone to talk to the mother when the girl threatened to press charges, made it with the girl's horny mother and the girl was persuaded to drop the charges.

When they'd left the city, it was the mother who was making it with her own daughter…

Normally, Jim wasn't nearly as silent or grim as he appeared to be. When he'd been a swinging bachelor, he'd been easygoing and cheerful, until Vivian had made it with him and started her strange games with other girls. Maybe the slinky bitch was evil, he'd thought at times. Or maybe that was just his lurid imagination, from seeing too many horror movies.

The truth was, Vivian was possessed only by an unusually strong sex-appeal and a cruel, dominating nature which brought out the weak, helpless side of other women, the lost little girl in them. And their desires to be punished and sexually abused.

And she was so fantastically exciting and obscene to watch with other girls, vicious and lust crazed and sexy with them, that her brother simply got hung up on her. It was true he'd failed to get his massive cock up the first two or three times he'd tried fucking other girls away from her, but had he continued trying only once or twice more, he wouldn't have had any problems.

So he was the victim only of his own obsession with watching Vivian in hot action, and his false conclusions.

Any man watching the sultry, wild-eyed, madly swinging nurse in action would tend to get hung up on her. She didn't just rape a girl's mouth, she made a major Hollywood production out of it, hissing and obscenely clutching their faces to her boiling cunt, grinding her crotch in slow, sinuous gyrations, raving incoherently, doing a dance of lust with her entire slinky body, wiggling her tits and hips and ass in a poetic ballet of raw desire.