Because we are essentially powerless, in an existential sense, to affect the course of our lives, and because we often find ourselves trapped in isolated corners of civilization without any means of stimulation, intellectual and otherwise, we turn to our relationships as an arena to bring about effects. We need to see that we make some impact on our world, however large or small, else we die of paralysis. The result is that many people seek relationships for the primary purpose of exerting power and of directing the course of others' lives.
The frustration of accepting the mediocre and of the debilitating narrowness of life in a small town, merely a spot on the highway, is even greater for individuals who have dynamic personalities and strong wills. THE DESIRE IN DEBBIE accounts the story of an intensely vibrant man and wife team who turn their outwardly quiet town into a seething maelstrom of sex in an attempt to fill the gaps in all of their deprived lives.
That they find so many willing subjects attests to the serious need for excitement and variety in our humdrum world.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
At ten minutes to eleven that Tuesday morning, Debbie Wilkins got out of her steaming bath, stood in front of the full-length mirror and began to dry herself down with slow, hotly teasing strokes.
He'd be showing up in about ten minutes, and the thought of his gigantic, brutal cock driving deep inside her sent hot flashes under her tawny skin.
Some day her husband was going to find out. In a small California town like this, it was impossible to keep a secret. And with their nosy goddamn neighbors, Debbie's husband was practically the only one in town who didn't know.
She dabbed the towel around her curly golden cunt-hairs and shivered wildly. What was a girl supposed to do when she was hotter than a firecracker most of the time anyway? Christ, they'd been married for three years now, and at twenty-two, the seething blonde housewife already felt trapped.
Debbie took a deep breath to arch out her luscious tits and turned sideways, frowning at her ripely curved ass. Five pounds too much, she told herself grimly, even though it was her gorgeous ass that was her best and sexiest feature, her firm tits running a close second.
Beneath wide green eyes, her mouth was full and ripe, pouting like a spoiled brat, making her seem no more than seventeen or eighteen. She hadn't had any kids yet, a fact for which she was grateful.
Now the ripe blonde padded into the bedroom and got out a sheer blue bra and pair of panties, slipping them on quickly. Her golden skin felt tingly and moist with eagerness, her cunt already beginning to seep honey at the thought of her visitor. It wasn't just his uniform that turned her on, although that always helped. When she thought of his blue uniform and shiny black boots with his tough, brutal face and broad shoulders, and the way he wore his gun, swaggering around as if he owned the whole goddamn town and would blow your head off if you disputed the fact, hot thrills tore through Debbie's blood.
Ed wasn't just the Sheriff of Pacific County, he was her boss as well. Debbie was a night-dispatcher for the sheriff's office, and her husband Bob was one of the deputies. While her husband was much younger than the sheriff, and better-looking as far as that went, when it came to pure excitement and danger, she just couldn't resist getting hotter than a smoking pistol around Ed.
She slipped on a light summer dress and put high heels on her bare feet. It all had to come off in a few minutes anyway, but Debbie knew Ed loved her with just a scanty outfit on. The heels showed off the sleek curves of her smooth legs, and when she walked down a street in this town, hard-ons followed her trail like soldiers quickly saluting a general.
Debbie glanced at her watch and lit a cigarette impatiently, her lush tits panting slightly, a fine sheen of sweat already beginning to cover her tawny flesh. Hot summer day, hot little pussy, she thought dryly as she peered out the window, looking for the sheriff's white Buick. That was just like him. Everybody else had to drive Fords and Chevies, but Ed had conned a Buick out of the county officials.
The bastard was running late today, too. Possibly he had another housewife on the side along with her. A flash of jealousy coursed through Debbie's blood as she lit another cigarette from the glowing tip of her last one.
Then she heard the wheels crunching on the gravel in her driveway and her heart began to pound with excitement. Quickly, Debbie stubbed out her cigarette, went to her front door and put one hand on her hip in an insolent, sexy pose. She put her other hand on the doorknob, waiting, her tits panting hotly, her huge green eyes deliberately bored.
There was the heavy knock on the door, and, curving her lips in a taunting smile, Debbie swung open the front door.
And almost fainted.
She stared into the eyes of Mrs. Ed Watkins, the wife of the county sheriff. From the smoldering gleam in those dark, lustrous eyes there wasn't a single doubt in Debbie's mind that she knew everything.
"What a surprise!" Debbie stammered, her face flushing. Oh shit, if Ed showed up now! "I was just on my way out, Mrs. Watkins," she rushed on, "so whatever's on your mind, well, maybe we can discuss it some other time?"
"Maybe," Ed's wife said in a strangely husky voice. "Maybe you've got rocks in your cute little head too. Open up wide, honey. You and I are overdue for a long, long talk."
Feeling numb, Debbie opened the door wide and the sheriff's wife stepped inside.
The blonde housewife had no way of knowing that her entire life would be drastically changed in the next two hours, that it would turn into a violent roller-coaster ride of wild, bizarre sex-thrills she'd never forget as long as she lived....
CHAPTER TWO
Unlike Debbie and most of the young wives in the town, the sheriff's wife was not from a small town, and it showed. There was something hard and knowing about her. In addition to her sultry sexiness, an aura of slick San Francisco clung to her sharp features and slender curves.
At thirty-five, Valerie Watkins had seen more and knew more than Debbie would ever know even if she lived to be a hundred. She was still strikingly sexy and as she stepped into the living room of Debbie's white frame house, she curled her lip slightly. Val never could get used to hick towns and overstuffed furniture and intensely hot summer days.
But, staring at the tawny blonde with smoldering eyes, the sheriff's wife told herself there were compensations even for a hick town like this. Country pussy, and this one was pure chicken delight! Hot, ripe little tits-not little, really, but plumply juicy-beautiful, pouty mouth, enormous green eyes, the most darling ass Val could imagine, and just a kid of twenty-one or-two.
She had to hand it to her husband, the stud really knew how to pick 'em.
Now-and the thought made Val's lips and tongue tingle sharply-it was her turn.
Val tossed her long dark hair impatiently behind her and sat, uninvited, on the living room sofa. She patted the seat beside her.
"Put it down here, Debbie. Don't bother with a lot of stalling and bullshit about coffee or tea, and don't pop those gorgeous green eyes out at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. Sit!"
Trembling now, Debbie awkwardly sat beside the older woman. She'd met Valerie before at the sheriff's office, and, like a lot of country girls, both admired and feared her. Ed's wife was so sleek, so sure of herself, so obviously big-city, that the rumors about her were probably true.
She'd been a teenage prostitute when Ed met her as a young cop in San Francisco, fifteen or sixteen years ago. He had fallen for her like a ton of bricks, straightened her out and married her. She must have been an absolute knockout then, Debbie realized as she stared at Val now. Even in her mid-thirties, Ed's wife was stunning, although her face could be really hard, as it was now. Her body was still very firm, with high, almost pointed tits, long silken legs that even casually crossed looked like a model's, and gleaming black eyes that now sent shivers of fear up Debbie's spine.
Val lit a cigarette before she spoke, her eyes running up and down the blonde's luscious tits and bare legs. The sheriff's wife hadn't made it with a girl for two weeks now, and she was intensely hot for a delicious young pussy.
In a lot of ways Debbie reminded her of her own teenage daughter, Vicky, although Vicky was a brunette.
And still a virgin.
But not for much longer, by God!
"How long have you and my husband been screwing around?" she asked Debbie sharply.
The young blonde gulped. "That's not true! I mean...."
"Cut the crap," Val hissed, putting her hand on Debbie's plump thigh and squeezing hard to make her gasp. "How long?"
Debbie's voice shook and her face burned. "A month. It wasn't my fault! He-he came onto me one night, and the next thing I knew...."
A slow smile curved Val's lips. Poor little pussy was scared out of her panties! If she only knew how Ed and she worked as a team, a slick, relentlessly hungry team with Ed moving in first, plowing his massive rod brutally into their juicy little cunts, and then, when he had his fill and they were hooked on the sheriff, it was Val's turn to dive into their plump hot tits and darling asses and irresistibly luscious pussies.
Then the three-way games began.
Only in San Francisco it had been much, much easier, because it was such a big, wide-open city, and here in this one-horse town everyone knew everyone else's business, dammit! So they had to exercise caution, picking their sex-partners with care, making absolutely certain they didn't screw around with single girls. Singles had nothing to lose if they raised hell afterward, but married girls were a different story....
Come to think of it, Debbie's husband was a hunk of stud himself.
Later for him, Val told herself as her fingers trailed across Debbie's bare silken thigh. Right now it was all she could do to keep from burrowing her frantic mouth down between those tawny thighs and scooping up the blonde's boiling honey in her tongue like a mad shovel!
"Nobody's blaming you," she told Debbie in a husky voice. "But if your husband ever found out, you'd have hell to pay, wouldn't you?"
Debbie's wide green eyes shone with fright. Slowly, she nodded, hypnotized by Val's gleaming dark eyes. She was sharply aware of the dark-haired woman's fingers gently teasing her bare thighs, moving inch by inch up toward her crotch, but she was paralyzed with a strange blend of fear and feverish excitement. She'd been so aroused thinking about Ed's huge prick, her cunt was soaked by the time she'd answered the door. And then the resulting panic, and now the dizzying relief when she realized Val wasn't out for blood or vengeance, but....
What did she want?
"You know, don't you, that I can spill everything to your husband?" Val asked her in a silky voice, leaning close, her tits heaving. "And you know who he'd blame, don't you? They always blame the woman!"
Debbie stared at her, trembling. "You wouldn't tell him, would you?"
"I might." Val stubbed out her cigarette and leaned still closer to the sexy blonde, her fingers now trailing up beneath the hem of her light summer dress, inching closer to the fountain of lust, the wildly hot, delicious feast Val had first learned to crave when she was still a teenager on the streets.
The dark-haired swinger had been a switchhitter since she was sixteen years old, milking the best of both worlds, loving pricks and pussies with equal fervor. That was one of the reasons Ed had married her, of course.
So she could get girls for him and they could have threesomes.
Only now, after so many bizarre and wild triangles, they both preferred to suck and fuck them alone first, and then trip into the triangle. This was because Val had cultivated some very strange urges of her own during the years. There were things she loved to do to juicy little housewives like Debbie that would make the poor blonde's blood turn to ice if she knew!
"I might tell him," Val said softly, cupping her palm to Debbie's hotly moist crotch lewdly, "but it's up to you, honey. Know what I mean?"
Debbie gulped, shaking her head frantically. It never occurred to her until this moment that the sheriff's wife might like girls. Essentially naive and small-town, Debbie didn't even know what a switchhitter was. Besides, the idea of sex with another girl or woman just never occurred to her. In her mind sex was something you did with a good-looking man, something that started out in the back seats of cars in drive-in movies, and then happened in a wide assortment of wild places, but then settled down to a marriage bed, with an occasional fling on the side.
Her wide green eyes were about to be opened to a whole new world of exotic possibilities, beyond her wildest imaginings.
"What I mean," Val whispered, fiercely hot herself now at the moist plumpness of Debbie's young things trembling beneath her caressing fingers. "What I mean, honey, is that you'll be perfectly safe if you're good to me, but you'll be in hot water up to your nipples if you're not! And in the process, angel-titties, I'm gonna make you so happy you'll think you've just died and gone to heaven ... Mmmmmm, you're hot now, aren't you, darling? Really hot!"
The blonde was tremendously aroused now, through a combination of Val's lewd fingers stroking her juicy cunt and the strange, sexy presence of the sheriff's wife and her earlier eagerness for Val's massively hung husband.
In her simple mind, Debbie didn't exactly know what was going to happen, but there were delicious ripples of guilt surging through her blood and soft involuntary whimpers escaping her throat as her plump thighs parted widely, eager to be finger-fucked.
Val wore a T-shirt and jeans, and although she had to wear a bra because her tits had gotten bigger and more lushly rounded in her thirties, she never, ever, wore panties, loving the feel of the rough crotch of her jeans next to her pussy. More than anything, the dark-haired swinger wanted to strip on the spot, rip off Debbie's clothes and just dig ferociously into her tawny young flesh.
But long experience had taught her the value of timing. Although hot and panting and moaning softly, the cute little bitch could still back off, still be shocked if Val got too aggressive.
She slipped a finger inside the blonde's soaked panties and found the dripping lips of her cunt, ramming a finger into the luscious depths. Instantly, Debbie sucked in her breath and began lasciviously pumping on Val's finger, shocked and profoundly excited at being masturbated by another woman.
Then Val leaned forward and kissed the blonde passionately, snaking her tongue deeply into her hot mouth. While one hand lustfully finger-fucked Debbie, the other played with her swollen young tits, stroking, squeezing, loving them. The sheriff's wife didn't really want to go through all these preliminaries but she knew that a little petting and romance never hurt. Not for a couple of minutes anyway.
God, her cunt was hot and tight and juicy! It trembled and sucked and spasmed madly on her pumping finger, gushing out honey in a small flood of passion, making Val's lips and tongue tingle with aching hunger.
She loved to eat young pussy, and if it ever came to a showdown between going down and sucking off a huge burning cock or a delectable young pussy, Val would have to choose a madly sucking little slit like Debbie's every time.
Or like her own daughter, Vicky's. But that was forbidden territory-for now. She and her husband had some hot arguments over that, with the issue still unresolved.
Suddenly Val pulled back her mouth and slipped her soaked finger out of Debbie's furiously jerking cunt. "The bedroom!" she whispered hoarsely. "Let's go!"
Her face flushed and her tits heaving wildly, Debbie got up and led Val upstairs to the bedroom, aware that she was hotter than she'd ever been in her life. She'd been about to come when the sheriffs wife suddenly stopped finger-fucking her and now Debbie felt as if her pussy was on fire, her loins roaring away like a blast furnace.
"Strip," Val commanded urgently.
While Debbie, moaning and trembling, slipped out of her thin dress and bra and panties, Val undressed with swift practiced movements, her blazing eyes never leaving the blonde's tawny flesh.
"Oh shit, that looks good!" Val whispered, licking her lips greedily. Every ripe curve was plumply defined, with just a mouth-watering coating of baby-fat, hotly swelling young tits with huge dusky nipples, lusciously rounded hips, smooth plump thighs and moist golden cunt-hairs.
The urge to suck and fuck this gorgeous young housewife was so violent in Val's blood that she felt like leaping on her with a soft scream of lust to kiss and suck and bite every inch of that satiny flesh.
In Val's handbag, she'd brought her special dildo, but it was too early for that yet. When she got through brutally fucking Debbie with that monster, the girl would follow her around like a dewy-eyed puppy begging for more!
She wrapped her arms tightly around the blonde and eased her down on the mattress, crushing her own creamy tits to Debbie's tawny ones, grinding their hot cunts together lustfully to make Debbie gasp with excitement. Val's sleek, white nakedness was a perfect contrast to the blonde's lush plumpness, to her golden skin and silky hot curves, and for a couple of minutes the sheriff's wife French-kissed her and made hot fucking motions with her hips to create a delicious friction between their dripping cunts.
Debbie began clawing Val's naked back and jerking her thighs urgently, deep moans coming from her throat. She'd never been held, much less fondled and feverishly aroused by a naked woman, and the strange sensations were sending fierce waves of lust through her naked flesh. Val's tits were hot and huge against hers, her cunt-lips rubbing passionately to Debbie's, making her want to scream with impatience.
Val was whispering things to her now, obscene things that triggered her wild lust to even greater heights.
"Gonna suck your hot little pussy off, you juicy country angel," Val murmured, squeezing Debbie's swollen tits roughly in her fingers. "Gonna suck you dry and lick your gorgeous ass and do things to you no man ever dreamed of, pussy-love! Mmmmmm, God, your tits are so hot and luscious! Hang on, baby, because you're going to get the blowjob of your life!"
The obscene words were intended to add fuel to Debbie's inner fire, and they always succeeded in making girls hotter, in driving them into a frenzy of excitement. This diabolical teasing and suspense wasn't just showmanship on Val's part, though. Lavish promises worked them up, true, and the more frantic they got, then the more profound and shattering it was when they got their rocks off, but Val indulged in such depraved teasing because it primed them for the bizarre games to come, for the eerie torment and wild thrills that enabled the sleek switchhitter to get her own rocks off later.
Now the sheriff's wife slid down and clutched a firm hot tit in her fingers and sucked feverishly on the nipple, making Debbie cry out with urgency. Val tongued and kissed and gently bit the fat little tip, massaging the burning mound in her greedy fingers. You could fuck a girl's tits if they were big enough, and Debbie's, when they were ripely swollen with desire as they were now, were certainly made for that.
Men weren't the only ones who could use a girl's beautiful breasts sexually. Val would suck and tease and work on a gorgeous tit until the whole mound trembled with frenzied excitement, the nipple burning hot and engorged with blood. Then she'd straddle the heaving tit, holding it firmly in her fingers, and she'd work her dripping pussy down on it, using the hot flesh to cram her cunt until she was climaxing in dreamy waves all over the breast.
Only there wasn't any time for luxuries like that right now. Val slid her lips down over Debbie's softly rounded belly, seizing folds of satiny flesh in her mouth and lewdly biting and tonguing it. She clutched the blonde's big silky ass in her hands and then showered dainty kisses in a circle around Debbie's softly sucking little cunt, the teasing making the young housewife sob and thrash on the now-soaked mattress.
Hunched between the girl's trembling thighs, Val used one hand to press on Debbie's belly, fully exposing her pink pussy. She stared, blazing-eyed, at her forthcoming feast, filling her nostrils with cunt-fragrance. like a beautiful rosebud, Val thought, utterly sweet and kissable, a natural replica of a girl's lips. Christ, if it tasted as good as it looked and smelled, she'd be in paradise!
"Pleeeeeease!" Debbie groaned, sinking her fingernails into Val's bare shoulders frantically. "Oh, I'm so hot! Please don't tease me any-any-aaaaaaah! Oh, god in Heaven, oooooh! Eeeeee, yessss, yesssss!"
The switchhitter had begun with a fiercely passionate kiss on Debbie's silky cunt-lips. Then she'd plunged her tongue deep and hard between the juicy walls, eagerly beginning to scoop up her boiling honey, feverish animal moans coming from Val's throat.
It was fantastically hot and delicious, easily some of the best pussy the sheriff's wife had ever crammed into her wild mouth, a fountain of squirming, sucking flesh and nectar, a madly exciting, tremendously juicy, young cunt.
And Val knew, because she'd gone down on hundreds of young girls and women in the course of her lust-inspired life. Sucking and lapping and kissing in a frenzy of impatience at the blonde's drenched thighs, Val smeared cunt-juice over her face in her wanton abandon, loving the sticky-sweet smell and feel of it on her cheeks, unable to get enough of Debbie's gushing honey, every drop trickling down her throat sparking a greater hunger for more.
Over the years, the sheriff's wife had developed a rating score for pussy, giving so many points for fragrance, texture, taste, eagerness, sucking-power, honey-content and just about every conceivable sensation associated with cunt-sucking.
Debbie may not have been the brightest thing in creation, or even the prettiest or sexiest, although she was pure California Cunt with her tawny tan and shimmering blonde hair and wide green eyes, but the young housewife was undeniably one of the hottest, wildest, most exciting pussies Val had ever sucked off.
"Commmming!" Debbie screamed now, locking her burning thighs deliriously to Val's face and swinging her ripe ass in a mad frenzy of delight. "Oh, Val! Oh, God! Oh, shit, I-oooooh! Uuuugh!-love it, aaaagh!"
Never in her innocent small-town young life did Debbie ever dream she could have an orgasm like the incredible, nerve-racking, spine-tingling explosion taking place in her furiously sucking pussy at this moment. Boys and men both had gone down on the sexy young blonde since she'd lost her cherry at the age of fifteen to a football player in high school. She enjoyed it, of course, and got her rocks off almost every time, but they were unbelievably crude compared to the fantastically hot thrills she was feeling right now from the sleek swinger's crazed mouth. The most unbelievable, shattering orgasm of her entire life was welling up in her seething loins at this moment as Val sucked passionately on her tiny clit-bud, flicking her tongue-tip across the button like a fiery whip of pleasure.
Debbie hugged the woman's face deliriously to her thrashing pussy and screamed and shuddered from head to toe as the blowjob of her life continued with relentless lust, as Val used her blazing mouth like a magnet of sex-fire.
Arching her back and rolling her eyes and coming madly all over Val's face, Debbie knew deep down she'd never be the same after this profound experience, that she'd crave having her pussy eaten by the sheriff's wildly swinging wife every chance she got.
Right now she couldn't stop coming, waves of obscene ecstasy tearing through her fiercely sucking cunt like sheets of fire, tingling every inch of her sweating naked flesh. Then an astonishing thrill shot through her tender ass-hole as Val's tongue slithered deep inside that tunnel, lapping, churning, and sucking hard enough to bring tears of wanton joy to Debbie's glazed eyes.
At that moment, Debbie became hooked for life on the depraved joys of oral sex with women. She'd never felt anything even faintly resembling the dreamy thrills of a long hot tongue slithering lustfully up her ass-hole while she was still coming over a sexy woman's face, and so frantically happy and hot was the young blonde housewife that she sat up and tugged urgently at Val's armpits, wanting to return the lewd ecstasy with her own eager mouth.
But Val was totally immersed in her own eerie excitement. While still savoring the taste of sweet hot pussy in her mouth, she put Debbie's tender, squirming ass-hole against her tongue. Even the sexy blonde's butt hole tasted like honey! Now the swinger's whole face tingled with pleasure, smeared obscenely next to Debbie's dripping cunt while she snaked deeper in her ass-hole, her hands constantly roving over ripe, sweating young flesh, exploring, loving, caressing Debbie's plump tits and rounded hips and luscious ass-cheeks, pinching and stroking, on fire with lust.
"Please!" Debbie wailed. "I wanna eat you too, Val! Oh, Jesus, hurry, please, honey! I wanna suck you off too!"
Without missing a stroke of her burning lips which had darted back to Debbie's luscious slit, Val expertly shifted her naked body around the mattress in reverse over the eager blonde. Her knees were on each side of Debbie's ribs, her tits pressing into the girl's soft belly, her own creamy thighs looming over Debbie's face. Coming in steady, lustful spasms that made her ass swing furiously, the moaning blonde clutched Val's naked hips and tugged downward quickly.
And the moment her mouth made contact with the swinger's hot silken cunt, a soft scream of sheer, depraved happiness welled up in Debbie's throat.
It was sweet against her lips and tongue, and dripping with sex-excitement when Debbie began sucking the hot flesh. She explored in a frenzy of delight, lapping deep with her tongue and then finding Val's tiny hot clit with her lips to suck on it passionately, then, in obscene imitation, sliding her mouth up to Val's ass-crack where she rammed her tongue, all the while climaxing feverishly against Val's face.
Both women rocked and moaned and thrashed on the mattress now, caught up in the fierce thrills of sixty-nine, each striving to outdo the other in a contest of wanton thrills.
Val was beginning to come in earnest now, slamming her fiery cunt brutally against the blonde's sweet mouth, her own crazed mouth on fire with insatiable lust, craving an endless fountain of the tawny girl's pussy-juices, unable to control her greed.
The blonde was fantastically satisfying, all sweetness and fire and honey and silk, pure luscious cunt, the kind Val had dreams about at night. And while she devoured Debbie's delicious slit with savage desire, her mind sorted and classified and savored and remembered, always comparing to other hotly sucking pussies.
Debbie was living proof you could never tell what kind of sex a girl could offer. Val's husband had told her the pouty blonde was a fantastic fuck-hell, he ought to know with his record of lust-but their tastes had been known to differ violently. For one thing, Debbie was "cute," and normally Val didn't like this coy, kittenish type, the kind who wore baby-doll nighties. Her ass was too plump, although sensuously rounded, and she had too much baby-fat.
But once she'd gotten her mouth down to the feast itself, it was like plugging into a wet electric socket! Her little cunt had incredible magnetism that sent spasms of maddening excitement through Val's lips and tongue. Debbie's pussy was a mass of animal fire, squirming joyously, gushing profusely, and sucking back at Val's lips with raw sex-power. It was an utterly delicious, fragrant, and boiling-hot heaven.
Val dug her fingers ferociously into Debbie's hotly swinging ass-cheeks and plunged her tongue deeper, as far as it would go into the silken juicy depths, her nose crushed to Debbie's puckered little ass-hole while she came all over the blonde's stinging mouth.
They were both moaning wildly now, locked in a frenzy of mutual orgasm, Val's sleek white flesh pounding and heaving against Debbie's soft tawny ripeness, their unrestrained cries echoing loudly in the bedroom.
* * *
The sheriff's wife had her first girl when she was only seventeen, but she'd already been on the streets since she was fifteen years old, a runaway from a drunken mother she detested. The girl was a year younger than Val, and she too was a runaway looking for a place to "crash" for the night. Val's motives were pure innocence when she took her back to her hotel room, remembering how rough it had been for herself when she'd run away.
The girl was very pretty with long, shimmering chestnut hair, and she was frightened by life on the streets. So Val had taken her in her arms in bed that night, wanting only to reassure her, like a big sister, but the feel of the girl's sweet hot tits against her naked ones, the heat of her soft wet thighs, the contact of silky young flesh rubbing together set off some blazing spark deep inside her.
Minutes later Val was irresistibly drawn down to the girl's wet thighs and then she'd plunged into an eerie, madly exciting world of oral sex, sucking the crying girl off in periodic bursts of savage lust, an hour at a time, letting her rest for a few minutes while she lasciviously licked at her adorable ass and then returning to the source of her fascination.
They had lived together for two months and for survival had sold their young bodies to men during the day but had torrid sex with each other at night for the sheer wild pleasure of it.
Then the girl had drifted out of Val's life, running off with some hippies to Los Angeles and Val never heard from her again. Even now, many years later, she wondered about her, about what eventually happened to her. She probably married some straight guy, like Val did herself, and settled down to raise a family.
Shortly after the girl left her, Val had been arrested by her future husband, Ed. He'd been a young, tough, good-looking cop and she'd gone to live with him, and a few months later married him.
They had two basic things in common: They both loved to fuck and they both loved girls. It turned out to be an ideal arrangement....
And ever since, they'd shared their girls equally, Val frequently picking up young runaways for Ed. For a while they ran a sort of halfway-house for female teenagers in San Francisco, but then because he was a cop and word was beginning to get around about Val's kinky sex tastes, they'd played it straight, with Ed picking up secretaries and working girls in bars and bringing them home for threesomes.
And just two years ago he'd applied for the sheriff's job in this county and had gotten it. Here they had to be even more careful than in San Francisco, choosing only married women who had too much to lose by spilling everything. But even now word was beginning to get around town, dammit. It seemed as if it was impossible to keep anything private or confidential in this jerkwater town, the sleek switchhitter realized with anger.
* * *
The blonde was almost suffocating her with her moist hot thighs now, jerking feverishly as she climaxed in torrents of ecstasy against Val's mouth, her fingers clawing deliriously over Val's naked ass.
Quickly Val pulled her mouth away from Debbie's frantic pussy and sat up, heaving for breath, leaning forward on her palms while the moaning housewife continued sucking her off in her newly discovered lust.
The sheriffs wife swung her ass back and forth while she caught her breath, shuddering as Debbie's harshly greedy lips and tongue lashed at her boiling slit, fucking the girl's face rhythmically. She gave a crude blowjob, clumsy and overeager, but Val couldn't fault her for effort. Practice and time was all the blonde needed. For that matter, Debbie was so sexy and exciting and delicious to go down on, the swinger didn't really give a damn whether the girl ate her or not.
But it was important that she did reciprocate, for a lot of reasons. For one thing, Val liked to hook girls so they were willing to do anything for her, giving her a sense of obscene triumph and power, a delicious feeling that was indescribable. Having your own eager, panting sex-slave did wonders for your ego.
For another thing, Val strongly felt that if a girl was going to go down on another girl at all, the least she could do was give her a decent blowjob. As awkward as the feverish young housewife was with her frantic tongue lapping wildly in Val's pussy, she was already learning the delicate tricks of clit-nibbling and hot teasing and ass-hole-tickling.
"Ease up!" Val snapped when she tried to wrench free of the blonde's fierce grip. She knew how pussy-eating could quickly become an obsession and Debbie was already whimpering and moaning for more when Val jerked away from her.
Now both naked women lay on the bed heaving for breath, Debbie cuddling up to the-swinger with adoring eyes. Val had corrupted so many girls that she wasn't overly impressed. It was a standard routine for her, turning them on.
"Oh wow," Debbie sighed, "that was more fun than your husband!"
"You're going to have to swing with both of us at the same time before you make that judgment," Val said dryly.
"At the same time?" Debbie echoed in a daze. The torrid sex encounter happened so fast she still couldn't grasp the fact that she'd just had a wild sixty-nine session with another woman. "How?" she added curiously.
Val laughed, playing with her dusky nipples to make the blonde shiver. "You'll find out soon enough, angel-pussy. And if your husband wasn't so square, I wouldn't mind making it with you and him at the same time, either."
"He'd never go for that," Debbie said flatly.
"The hell he won't," Val retorted. What this cute, coy, ripe-assed little blonde knew about men you could put in a thimble and have room left over for your thumb.
The sheriff's wife was getting hot again as she played with Debbie's luscious tits and naked hot ass. It was time, Val decided, for the Big One-the most shattering, spine-tingling, pussy-rocking, mind-blowing screw of Debbie's innocent young life.
Val got up and padded over to where she'd left her handbag. From it she removed an enormous red dildo, shaped perfectly like a gigantic prick. The entire ten-inch length was covered with scores of tiny pimple-like mounds, and its upward curve ended in a massive knob.
When you switched it on inside a girl's pussy, she went absolutely wild. A harness was attached to it which went around Val's hips and under her crotch so it could be worn securely.
But the real power-and danger-of the huge cock lay in a tiny red button beneath the base. When this was pressed, a sharp current of voltage tore through the dildo and through its victim's tender cunt. Pressing it down just as a girl was having a climax gave her an incredible thrill, the shock acting as a catalyst to her orgasm, sending convulsive ripples of maddening pleasure through her loins. But the danger lay in pressing the button down too long because the human nervous system could only take so much, pain or pleasure, and if a girl didn't faint she could easily lose her mind.
That is exactly what happened to one eighteen-year-old college student in San Francisco a couple of years before. Val had picked the girl up on a campus lawn, brought her home and seduced her, and in a fit of sudden perverse cruelty, she'd held the button down for a solid two minutes as she'd savagely fucked the slender redhead. The girl didn't faint, but instead became a raving, wild-eyed mass of flesh on fire, and after the brutal session she became in insatiable nympho and switchhitter, unable to get enough of either sex.
Now as Val strapped on the mammoth prick, Debbie watched with an eerie mixture of panic and feverish excitement.
"You're not really going to shove that thing in me!" she whispered in awe.
"I'm not putting it on to tickle your toesies," Val cracked, securing the dildo tightly on her hips. "Don't worry, honey, you'll get to love it very, very quickly. It's my super-toy."
Debbie shivered with an uneasy premonition. Still, Val was so sexy, so exciting with her gleaming eyes and sleek curves, the blonde felt utterly helpless with her.
Val came over to the bed and knelt, sitting up, between Debbie's widespread thighs. For a minute she simply stroked the hot tawny flesh, her tits heaving with anticipation, her fingers teasing Debbie's pink, pulsing cunt until the girl was sobbing and undulating her ass feverishly.
For a few moments Val thought of her own virgin daughter, and a fierce urge rose in her blood. Why was her husband stalling Vicky? Christ, if he didn't take her cherry, some clumsy ass-hole in high school would beat him to it!
And that was one issue that was strictly a family affair....
At that instant a decision flashed in the swinger's mind: If Ed didn't act in the next few days with Vicky, who was so ripe she was ready to burst for sex, then Val would, and risk his violent rage.
Now the dark-haired switchhitter leaned forward on top of the naked, trembling blonde. She switched on the colossal cock and very carefully slid in the huge knob. Instantly, Debbie let out a soft scream and sank her nails savagely into Val's bare back.
Beginning to fuck the young housewife with slow, dreamy strokes, Val told herself very firmly she must not, under any circumstances, play around too much with the red button. If any of this came out in a small hick town like this one, Ed's screwing around with the other men's wives, Val having hot, violent sex with them after her husband primed them and set them up, and then the depraved, obscene triangles and games both the sheriff and his wife loved, there would be absolute hell to pay.
Only three inches of the giant dildo was piercing Debbie's tender hot pussy, but already she was moaning and clawing deliriously beneath the quivering cock, as the little bumps tingled and tormented every nook and cranny of her tight, luscious slit.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Val whispered in her ear, reaching for the red button which would switch on the battery-shock. Now remember, she told herself sternly, no playing around! Only ten seconds the first time.
She hit the button and at once the tawny blonde's back arched in a wide curve and her eyes filmed over. She began shuddering from head to toe, her lips moving soundlessly, sheets of electrifying excitement tearing through her impaled cunt, thrills so intense she couldn't breathe.
Staring into her glazed green eyes, again Val felt that strange streak of viciousness, that maddening urge to keep the button down, to give this sexy little pussy the most unforgettable, unbearable thrill of her entire life, to spark pure heaven and hell inside her juicy, dripping cunt.
"Oh Vaaaal! No-can't take it! Oooooooh! Eeeeee! Fuck meeeee! Aaaaaagh!"
Instead of releasing the deadly button, Val pressed it more firmly than ever and began fucking Debbie in brutal, torturous strokes, her lips sucking fiercely on the girl's hot sweating tits, the blood singing in Val's ears as she pumped deep and hard, her ears ringing with Debbie's high, keening scream of pain-bliss.
If any doctor or psychiatrist could have seen the switchhitter's burning eyes at that moment, they would have had her committed without delay. She was literally trying to fuck the terrified young blonde out of her mind. Once the sheriff's wife gave in to her savage urges, no one could control her or stop her.
The agonized scream on Debbie's lips quickly became a feverish prayer.
CHAPTER THREE
At the exact moment the sheriff's wife was ramming her huge electrified cock deep inside a shocked and thrilled young housewife, the town librarian glanced at her watch, noted it was exactly twelve noon, time for her lunch, and headed from the front desk of the main library back toward her office.
In spite of the fact that Mrs. Jenny Smith wore shapeless dresses, thick glasses and no makeup, what she had would be impossible to hide in a burlap sack.
Jenny was a tall brunette who wore her rich, shimmering hair coiled in a severe bun behind her head. Her typical expression was serious but faintly questioning, as if someone was always ready to ask her where a particular book could be located. At twenty-eight she was ripely curved, with white glowing skin, superbly rounded tits, a large but luscious ass and long tapered legs.
Her outfit-disguise would be more accurate-was so effective though, a dull baggy dress, flat-heeled shoes, and thick glasses, that it took a practiced eye to see the treasure that really lay beneath the disguise.
Her husband, the high school principal, was one of those fortunate men who, three years earlier, had seen beneath Jenny's strange disguise, and married her.
But like a great many women, Jenny was secretly dissatisfied with her marriage. She loved her husband, a studious, mild-mannered man, because they had long serious discussions about everything, the bizarre changes in the world's weather patterns, astrology, the fate of the human race, the moral breakdown of the younger generation, all sorts of fascinating and complex issues.
But although the statuesque brunette had a bright, probing mind and a deep love of all things intellectual, she also had the luscious body of a very healthy and passionate young woman.
And her husband just couldn't keep it humming and glowing with the hot, urgent satisfaction it demanded.
Jenny also believed in the fidelity of marriage vows. Coupled with the fact that she was basically a shy and peaceful person, she would never have dreamed of approaching any man for what her passionately ripe body craved.
And so, until just last week, she'd lived with her deep sexual frustration, like so many other trapped women.
Then he came along.
If anyone was the opposite of her serious-minded, gentle-mannered husband, it was he. He was a brute, a throwback to the primeval cry of savages living in caves. He was rough, brutal, selfish, domineering, everything the sensitive brunette had ever detested.
He was also the most thrilling fuck of her life, and gave her precisely what she needed to fulfill her hotly passionate nature. The moment he talked to her, she knew he sensed her sex-frustration at once, saw and felt it in her lustrous brown eyes and faintly trembling hands. The lewd bastard had actually raped her with his eyes then mentally ravaging her soft mouth and proud tits and white thighs and even her lush ass. She knew that and it turned her face red with shame and embarrassment.
In her private office, Jenny pulled down the window-blinds and lit a cigarette with shaking fingers, glancing urgently at her watch again.
He was five minutes late, goddamn him!
She puffed nervously on the cigarette, pressing her moist thighs together, feeling a wild ripple of excitement in her tight, fiery cunt. How could you detest someone so much, hate someone and still turn to jelly in his presence and become a clawing, whimpering sex-animal?
She knew the answer to that one only too well.
He gave her what she needed. His sex-it couldn't be called love-making by any stretch of the imagination-his physical sex left her weak and humble and obedient, and always made her feel totally helpless, like a slave.
The things he did to her body were shocking. If her meek husband knew, he'd keel over in a dead faint. And that was precisely why she needed his prick so much. When her husband made love to her, he was sweet and tender and considerate ... and boring as hell.
Jenny had only had two men in her life, remaining, incredibly, a virgin until she'd married the school principal. Then this new man came into her life last week, a bull on a rampage, practically raping her the first time right here in her private office, knowing with his cold, steely-gray eyes that she loved every sordid moment of it.
He'd done things to her mouth and tits and ass that women only dreamed about in the most secret recesses of their minds, not daring to beg their husbands for such brutal and thrilling treatment.
Jenny glanced at her watch again and then abruptly pulled out the pin coiling her hair. It swept down in long, billowing tresses, thick and gleaming over her shoulders. She stubbed out her cigarette with shaking fingers.
"Come on, you bastard!" she hissed softly, a sheen of sweat beginning to film over her curved white flesh. Maybe he wasn't going to show up! That thought sparked such a violent frustration in Jenny, her fingers almost darted down to her thighs to begin finger-fucking herself.
That's what he did to her, the crude gorilla.
There was a sharp knock on her door and her heart leaped wildly. Quickly, she opened it and he stepped inside and she closed and locked it in a quick, urgent movement.
"You're late," she said in a quivering voice. He grinned, his lips thin and military. "Get shook up, Jenny?" He reached out and deliberately pinched a nipple through her dress and she moaned softly. "I dreamed about your hot gorgeous ass all the way over here, bright eyes. My cock feels like ten inches of pig iron."
"God, you have a filthy mouth," she whispered, loving the vulgar sound of the words. She was already unzipping her dress, her tits panting urgently against the confining bra.
The sheriff watched her through narrowed eyes for a few seconds, his prick straining urgently at his tight pants. This piece of dainty ass was one he particularly enjoyed, because she was such a snotty, phony bitch on the outside and just a hot little tramp on the inside, like all the others.
Over the years, Ed had cultivated a sharp cynicism toward all women, the result of being a cop for so long. What was the difference between a hooker on the street and an arrogant bitch like the hot-assed brunette now stripping frantically in front of him? One sold it for money, the other for cheap kicks, that's all. It was still barter all the way. This one thought it was, oh so absolutely thrilling and shocking to be fucked by a hard-assed cop like himself. He was sharply aware that she detested him, looked down on him as if he were a goddamn slob or a peasant.
But she couldn't resist worshipping his big prick, either. With all her imagine words and elegant manners and la-de-dah horseshit, when you stripped it all away, she was just another frantic piece of cunt who had to have it hard and fast three times a week, at least. That's all.
She could fool her sheep-like ass-hole husband, and the rest of these innocent suckers in a hick town like this, but the town librarian wasn't about to bullshit the county sheriff. He'd seen too many women like her over the years, and pussy was pussy, whether it was wrapped in cheap, tawdry skirts or phony intellectual ribbon like this ripe-tittied knockout.
"Aren't you going to undress?" she whispered hoarsely, naked now, trembling with impatience. Her eyes burned with naked lust as they devoured his tall, rugged frame, lingering on the enormous bulge of his tight pants. Just like the conceited gorilla to claim ten inches! Seven was more accurate, but Jenny wasn't about to argue technicalities in her current state. Her pussy was throbbing fiercely, her thighs and curly cunt-hairs soaked with her juices, her swollen, creamy tits on fire with excitement.
For another minute, though, the sheriff just watched her with his flat, cold eyes. Jesus, what a knockout! Big all over, huge tits and ass and thighs, but all woman, and hot, insatiable pussy. Normally Ed was good for two quick shots in succession, but drinking in her hot white flesh he decided to go for three.
But in which order? Mouth, pussy, ass-hole? Tits, ass and then pussy? Which sequence of raw, savage sex would torment her the most? After all, that's what the imagine bitch really wanted, to be cruelly teased before she got her rocks off.
The sheriff's fingers went to his shirt and he began unbuttoning it, and Jenny heaved a deep sigh of relief, caressing her taut nipples and going over to the sofa across from her desk. She lay back on it with one leg resting on the upper rim of the couch, her plump thighs parted to show her obscenely sucking pink pussy, her ass already undulating feverishly.
She felt deliciously obscene like this, and the feeling of being no more than a common tramp made her tremble with eagerness. Her husband would never be able to understand this, but a woman had so many strange, secret urges.
When the sheriff took off his shorts and his massive red prick quivered forth, a creamy drop of jism oozing out of the knob, a whimper of hunger escaped Jenny's lips, and at the same time her ass-hole tingled sharply.
She'd never dreamed the first time he'd raped her here with his hard, throbbing prick that such awful burning pain existed. Or such wild, secret ecstasy. How could she explain that to her gentle husband? If she ever even hinted to him she wanted to be fucked in the ass, when he recovered from the polite shock, he'd recommend seeing a psychiatrist!
Besides, to be perfectly honest, he didn't have the equipment for that kind of agonizing pleasure.
Now Ed was coming over to her, his huge hairy balls dangling beneath his pounding cock. Standing beside the sofa, he leaned down and gently cupped her head in his hand.
For a moment, Jenny thought he was actually going to kiss her, one of those tender gestures her husband loved. Her burning eyes grew soft.
And then in a savage movement the sheriff whipped her head up to his crimson rod.
"Suck it!" he barked, gripping her head in both hands now in a fierce grip. "Eat it, lady, hot and hungry. Go!"
Moaning with humiliation and feverish excitement, Jenny gagged as he rammed five inches of thick meat into her wet mouth. Then her shaking fingers came up to grasp the trunk of his rod and she began sucking on the brick-hard meat, hefting his balls in one hand while she jerked on his cock with the other, her lips sliding lustfully back and forth.
Gazing down at the whimpering brunette, the sheriff had to grit his teeth when she suddenly clutched only his knob in her boiling lips and flicked her tongue across the tip like a mad little whip. This one was full of surprises, he'd discovered the first time he'd fucked her.
For one thing, she gave an incredible blowjob. He didn't know where the hell she'd learned dazzling tricks like this-right now she was ripping her teeth gently across the surface of his meat to make him gasp-and you'd never guess it from the way she talked, but she could suck like a hundred-dollar whore.
As if to confirm his opinion, Jenny quickly slipped his pulsating rod out of her mouth, lifted it in her tight fist and began lashing her wet tongue around his balls to send hot tremors of delight through his loins.
"Born cocksucker," Ed groaned, his lean body braced under the sharp thrills. "You're a natural-born cocksucker, lady! Shit, that's wild, mmmf! Suck it harder, dammit! Agh!"
The obscene praise sent thrills of pride through her blood. Her husband whispered "Darling" to her when she went down on him and this savage called her a cocksucker! She loved the words, and strove harder to please him, wriggling her head up and down in a frenzy as she sucked hotly on his long rod, then weaving her mouth from side to side, hearing him grunt with soaring excitement. Lord, she loved to suck cock! Even though she had practically no experience except for her husband and this brute, she knew she was very good at it.
She'd learned it from books.
Long before she'd ever gotten married, Jenny was secretly reading every book she could find on sex, including quite a few you couldn't get in libraries, but could order through the mail in a plain brown wrapper. She knew the erogenous zones of the human body as well as the back of her own hand, and she knew more about pleasing a man than any hooker.
How many women knew that sucking on a man's nipples while he screwed you gave him a hot added thrill? Or that if you were on top of him in reverse, the pressure of a tight pussy on his rod was fantastically intense, and that you could tickle the soles of his feet-but cautiously-which made him get his rocks off almost at once?
Or that you could get him up again almost instantly by applying pressure to certain parts of his balls, without even touching his cock, and at the same time if you pressed on a nerve at the base of his spine, he could get the biggest hard-on of his life no matter how tired he was?
That was an Oriental secret.
Or the knotted scarf trick. Jenny already had a knotted silk scarf ready, between the cushions of the sofa. When it came time to use it she could get a dual orgasm, her pussy and ass-hole exploding with ecstasy at the same breathtaking moment.
Or that you could drive a man as well as a woman crazy by running your wet tongue along the crack of his ass while you rotated your hot palm against only the head of his dick?
Or that you could keep a man from coming almost indefinitely by securely gripping the very base of his prick tightly between your thumb and forefinger, partly cutting off the circulation and desensitizing his rod?
There were dozens of tricks like these that Jenny knew, tricks she had yet to use on any man ... or woman. One of these days, the lush librarian just had to make it with another woman to satisfy the burning curiosity she felt. Already, even as she was sucking Ed's cock with furious lunges of her hot mouth, craving his thick flood of jism spurting in her throat, Jenny was wondering what it would be like to go down on a woman, or even a young girl, a thought that secretly excited her tremendously, that filled her with intense eagerness as she wondered what a juicy tender slit tasted like when it was coming....
"Shit, that's-mmmmf!-fantastic, you bitch," Ed gasped, fucking her boiling mouth in rapid strokes now, his prick swelling and hardening in her lips. She squeezed his balls and jerked the base of his rod feverishly in her hot fist, deep moans of lust coming from her throat. His pungent, salty come was sharply different from her husband's. Ed's thick animal cream burned and stung, while her husband's was like him, mild and sort of feeble and watery.
As she felt the knot of his jism beginning to boil up in his loins like a volcanic eruption, a wild fantasy of going down on three or four healthy young boys in a row, like an assembly line of lust, flashed in Jenny's tormented mind. The clean, healthy boys who came into her library every day, huge young pricks straining at their levi's, made the brunette's mouth tingle and water.
And the girls, oh Lord, the girls were so beautiful! Tanned by the California sun, they had sweet young breasts, silky thighs, and plump, adorable little asses bouncing seductively when they walked. God, how she'd love to lick every one of them until they were crying with passion!
Then the sheriff was beginning to spurt in her mouth, and a muffled scream of excitement sounded in Jenny's throat as she sucked ferociously to get his cream stinging in her throat, yearning for every molten drop, her pussy tingling madly, her throat gulping in a frenzy of greed.
In that deliciously obscene moment, Jenny wanted his jism everywhere on her trembling white flesh, on her heaving ripe tits and soft belly, on her naked ass and long legs.
She knew why she was suffering from these tormenting fantasies too. She knew how dangerous they were becoming.
His cock went semi-limp in her mouth-the sheriff's prick never went completely down, she'd noticed; it was semi-stiff all the time-and Jenny whimpered and sucked eagerly for every last salty drop, rolling her tongue around her mouth to relish the taste.
"Christ, what a blowjob," Ed sighed, stepping back and shaking his head. He hated to admit it, but she had a hotter, wilder mouth than his own wife, Val, which was saying something. The reason was obvious: Val had years of experience, true, and a sex-drive that was inexhaustible, but this hot-lipped, wild-pussied brunette was just waking up where her sex-life was concerned, and she was so goddamn smart she was trying everything in her desire to learn.
"Break time," he said casually, going over to her desk and taking one of her cigarettes, lighting it and watching her tremble and lick her sultry lips through the haze of smoke.
She was about to ask him for one too, but decided against it. Instead she got her own, shuddering as his hand brutally cupped her throbbing cunt. He had the manners of a pig, damn him!
And the cock of a bull.
He sat on the edge of her desk with his bare muscled ass right on her papers while Jenny went back to the sofa to smoke her cigarette. She hated and couldn't resist what she felt like whenever he touched her with his strong fingers: A groveling sex-slave, with no will of her own. Look at the pig, sitting there like a Gestapo officer! Even naked, he seemed to be wearing boots!
"Where'd you learn all that wild stuff?" Ed asked her, grinning at her. "Blowjobs like that don't grow on trees."
"I practiced on my husband," she lied.
He laughed, throwing his head back. "That wimp? Who are you kidding, honey?"
Her face reddened and she bit her lip, but didn't say anything. You couldn't even lie to him. He was a cop and he'd heard it all.
"Books," she said humbly, avoiding his hard eyes.
"Books?" he echoed wonderingly. Jesus, she had everything-brains, a knockout set of tits, a luscious ass, a frantic pussy a mad mouth. She was a juicy-looking broad when she didn't wear that ugly stuff and her thick lenses.
"Why do you dress like a goddamn garbage dump?" he asked abruptly. "A good-looking piece like you wearing those potato sacks, it's fucking ridiculous. Why do you do that?"
"You wouldn't understand," she retorted. How could she explain to this animal that people like her had to have two lives, a secret life and an open one, an outer dull normal life and a feverishly exciting inner one? That's what made it so thrilling and exciting, to be the opposite of what you seemed to be to other people.
On the surface she was the prim town librarian, dull, bookish, without passion or vitality. On the inside she was a sex-obsessed siren, loving to give hotly inspired blowjobs, to be brutalized in her ripe naked ass and fiery pussy, to be humbled and commanded and fucked without mercy.
She was like a book herself. The cover told you nothing really, but when you got into it, then you knew.
But the wild fantasies in her mind were getting dangerous. If she kept it up, one of these days she was going to start propositioning some healthy young boys who came to the library. And then the girls, definitely the darling, blossoming cute girls. You couldn't keep madly arousing pictures on the screen of your mind every day and night without them coming true in real life.
The sheriff had proved that, because the moment she'd met him when he came to the library last week in response to a county legal matter, she'd immediately fantasized him savagely fucking her, and fifteen minutes later the picture came true.
Ed put out his cigarette, still watching her luscious curves, his prick almost fully rigid again. Too bad she wasn't Val's type, because they'd be really hot and wild in action together. But his wife preferred opposites, loved blondes with plump tits and asses like the one she was undoubtedly making it with now, his deputy's young wife. Val liked younger women, the kind that could be thoroughly corrupted and sucked off until they fainted, and screwed until they lost their minds.
He'd been meaning to speak to Val again about her crazy uncontrollable action with girls. One of these days he'd have to lock her up and put her in a straitjacket if she didn't give up some of those crazy tease games he'd warned her about.
She would tie them down to the bed on their bellies, teasing them and working them up until they were screaming for it and then raping their tender hot asses with her gigantic dildo. She'd promised after that trouble in San Francisco she'd never pull that one again, but with Val you couldn't ever be sure. She had an insane streak when it came to sex.
That's why he'd been Keeping her at arm's length from their daughter, Vicky.
The thought of his lovely daughter made his already rock-hard rod leap and quiver above his balls, and Ed walked over to the sofa, where the librarian watched him with huge burning eyes.
"Give it to me straight this time," she panted. "Please!"
"Meaning in your pussy, for a change?" he grinned. Even naked, he was the tough, cynical cop. "Okay, lady. Over the arm of the couch you go."
"No." She shook her head, startled at her own firmness. "I want to get on top this time."
She held up her knotted red silk scarf. "I want to use this, that's why! I don't want to get on top just to steal away your masculinity, you know."
His lip curled. "It'd take six like you to do that, you imagine bitch. What're you gonna do with that scarf?"
She scrambled up off the sofa, her creamy tits bouncing. "I'll show you if you let me get on top."
She had his curiosity hooked now. As a vice cop in San Francisco, Ed had seen just about everything but this was a new one on him. What the hell? he shrugged. Why not give the big-tittied librarian a break? Besides, he was a little tired, so why not let her do all the work?
He lay on his back on the sofa, knees drawn up slightly, his immense hard-on quivering like a crimson flagpole. Jenny straddled his hips, sitting upright. She reached behind her with the tightly knotted scarf and shoved it far up her ass-hole, with a few inches of the tail sticking out. It felt crammed and taut up her ass, but when it was ripped out-wow!
"So that's the trick," Ed said with disgust. "Hell, if you wanted it up your juicy ass, why didn't you say so?"
"I want it in both places at once, silly," she said. "Even a big prick like you can't do that!"
For once, the sheriff had to agree. The naked, hotly eager librarian held his rod upright with one hand while she teased her dripping cunt-lips for a minute, moaning and hissing with pleasure. Meanwhile, Ed played with her creamy tits hefting their velvety ripeness in his fingers, admiring their classic firmness. He'd seen enough tits in his time to know an immortal pair when he saw one, and the first time he'd fucked her in her fabulous breasts she'd come all over herself with lewd joy.
Now Jenny slid down on his massive cock with a deep moan, his hard, fiery cock engorged to the hilt. For a minute she simply squirmed on his rod, wriggling gently in circles so that the meat thrilled every inch of her pussy. Not only did the sheriff have a decent-sized cock, unlike her studious husband, but it was as hard, as he so quaintly put it, as pig iron. This made a considerable difference to Jenny, whose husband frequently went semi-soft in her aching pussy.
Beginning to pump her squeezing slit dreamily up and down on his erection, soft cries of excitement coming from her lips, her fingers behind her tickling Ed's huge balls, Jenny let one part of her mind drift off into reverie.
This was the beautiful part about this position, because she was in complete control of the tempo, and she loved this kind of slow, leisurely fucking, feeling her inflamed pussy tingle and spasm each time she slid down to ram herself.
"Love to fuck," she moaned softly, her sweating tits thrusting against his fingers while her hips lunged in casual movements. "Oh God, it's, mmmmmm, so big and hot, yesssss!"
"That's a pretty hot cunt you've got there yourself, lady," Ed groaned, waves of intense pleasure rippling through his cock as her velvety wet cunt thrashed and wriggled on his hard-on like a juicy silken fist. She was amazingly tight and fiery for her age, like a cherry. Her husband probably screwed her only once or twice a week, he thought with contempt.
Just to show her he wasn't a total ignoramus when it came to the fancier points of screwing, the sheriff slid one hand down over her perspiring belly and his thumb found her tiny swollen clit. He began stroking it while she fucked him to a faster rhythm, bringing muffled cries of ecstasy from her lips.
"Ahhhhhh, you bastard, you screw so beautifully!" she hissed, tears of pleasure brimming her eyes. She was working her madly sucking pussy to a wilder tempo now, on the brink of her first fierce climax, battering her slit relentlessly with his thick long rod.
She was far too excited to bother to explain to him-not that he'd give a damn anyway-that he was exactly like his prick: hard, tough, thick-skinned, insensitive, big, brutal, exciting, ramming and taking whatever he wanted with deadly self-assurance. In truth, the sheriff was a prick, and what Jenny needed so desperately in her sex-life right now was a massive prick like his.
Come to think of it, her husband was like his cock, too: cautious, mellow, timid, frequently going soft, needing a lot of stroking and reassurance. He was what they called "poetic," and while a woman of Jenny's sensitivity needed a certain amount of poetry in her life, she also needed a good healthy fuck every so often.
But that was turning out to be just about every night, if she could manage it.
She screamed softly now and whipped her feverish pussy in a rising frenzy on his prick, rearing back her head and shuddering from head to toe with her first blazing orgasm, her sweating tits bouncing madly in Ed's fingers.
Watching her, he damn near lost control and got his rocks off. Jesus, what a change she was from the dumpy librarian who wore goggles and looked like she'd never been laid in her life! This was a hot-blooded woman in her prime, blossoming late in life but beautiful in her glory of fucking, her juicy cunt churning and writhing on his cock like a maddened animal in heat.
The sheriff had had a few like her before in his career, almost all of them cop-groupies from the society-set in San Francisco. They loved to swing with anything that wore a uniform and a gun. Some of them loved to be handcuffed while they were ravished in their mouths or asses, and a few of them had begged Ed to whip their naked asses with his Sam Browne belt.
Val had a theory that most of these were spoiled bitches who just wanted to be punished for being nasty, and whose husbands didn't have the balls to do it to them. She was probably right, although he didn't subscribe to that psychiatric horseshit as a rule. But his wife was sharp, very sharp, when it came to human behavior. After all, she'd learned on the streets of life, and there was no better teacher.
Funny how he was such a mean sonofabitch with women except when it came to his own wife and daughter. Vicky was as beautiful as her mother had been at her age, but without that suspicious hardness Val had. She was a sweet, innocent girl, largely protected from the harsh realities of life.
And that was going to be a damn shame when he took her cherry.
The sheriff firmly believed that those ass-holes out there, the public, didn't understand a nice girl like her, and they'd forget her an hour after they fucked her. No daughter of his was going to be screwed over by some dumb football player, or have her heart broken by some selfish, clumsy brute.
No, she was going to lose it the right way ... to himself.
Morally, the sheriff didn't understand what all the noise was about. He'd conceived her, he'd raised her, clothed her, fed her, taught her about life, cared for her soothed her and loved her, so why shouldn't he teach her about sex?
Who the hell was better qualified than he was?
If she had to lose it, which she did sooner or later, then it may as well be to a real man instead of some bird-brained ox of a quarterback or some awkward jerkoff in the back seat of a car.
The wailing librarian was coming again all over him, pumping her hot pussy in a delirium of lust on his rigid cock, her nails clawing his bare flanks to vent her excitement.
Christ, he had to give the brunette credit. When she did let it all out, she was a real fucking animal, whooping and humping and hopping like a sex-lunatic on a binge. Her tits were pouring down sweat, almost impossible to keep hold of as he squeezed and hefted the massive mounds, her fiery cunt spasming in lustful convulsions on his rod.
The sheriff could have come right then, if he'd let himself. The big-breasted librarian was a hell of a piece, fabulously sexy naked and with her long glistening hair down. But it was a matter of pride with Ed. Any goddamn savage could get his rocks off in two minutes. A woman appreciated a stud like himself, who could hold back his load almost indefinitely while she wallowed in a series of wild orgasms.
It was true that his cock was thick-skinned, abnormally so, like himself. And although he didn't feel her hot, luscious cunt with all the intensity other men did, this drawback didn't bother him. Even so, whenever he was tempted to come too quickly, the sheriff deliberately turned his mind back to the past, to scores of other women he'd screwed, some beautiful and sensuous, some downright dogs.
Essentially the sheriff was an adventurous soul, reluctant to pass up any action for fear he'd miss out on something. If he wanted anything to be written on his tombstone, it was this: "He got his share-and then some."
When he was a vice-cop in San Francisco years ago, Ed had sampled just about everything at one time or another. The opportunities were endless, and not just with hookers either. What there was about a cop that turned certain women on, Ed didn't know, but every police force in every city in the country had its feverish groupies and San Francisco was no exception.
But seeing the seamy, sordid side of life, and especially that side of women, for so many years had left the sheriff with a secret contempt for just about everyone. Take this groaning, sobbing, thrashing brunette fucking him like her life depended on it right now, screaming and pumping her wild pussy in a frenzy, coming in great hot gushes of ecstasy. Did she really think she could put him on with her imagine vocabulary and la-de-dah airs? She was a cunt beneath that thin frosting, just like every other one in the world, all hotly throbbing, madly eager pussy, and easy, oh so fucking easy to get.
All women were, as far as the tough, brutal sheriff was concerned. It all depended on your attitude toward them.
His life had shown him there wasn't a woman anywhere in the world who couldn't be screwed within two hours. They put on all these bullshit games, but if you saw beneath the coy "I'm-veddy-unattainable" act, if you knew what they really wanted and let them know at once that you weren't willing to play any horseshit high-school games, then they almost always fell apart on the spot.
The sheriff had never heard a woman say no, because he'd never once in his life asked for it. He'd size up the situation, gauge his chances, and simply take what he wanted. A hand on a tit or an ass-cheek was a hundred times more forceful and effective than any dumb questions.
He'd been turned down occasionally over the years, but they still never had a chance to say no. They'd take his hand and fling it away, and from the way they did it, watching their eyes when they did this, the sheriff could always tell whether they really meant it or not. About half the time they didn't and that's when he moved in fast.
The trouble with most men, the way Ed saw it, was that they talked too much when they wanted a piece of ass. When you babbled, it gave them a chance to do what they loved to do most, argue and play silly fucking word-games. If you acted like a man, simply grabbing a piece of tit or ass or thigh, then they understood the message.
The brunette was gasping and shuddering now, her creamy tits quivering madly as she slid her juicy slit in a fever of lust up and down on his stiff rod. This one had understood the message in about five seconds, and just as he'd anticipated, she turned into a bowl of hot jello. Seeing her wimp of a husband, the sheriff could understand why. He was one of those bookworms who really believed all the profound horseshit they taught innocent kids about life.
As far as the hard, cynical, and constantly horny sheriff was concerned, the splendor of life was in the living, in the screwing and eating and drinking and in the raw elements of day-to-day struggle, and not in the printed baloney of imagine philosophy.
He often wondered how many of those profound philosophers got laid anyway?
She was doing something to his balls now, squeezing them gently in a certain way and suddenly Ed realized that he was starting to shoot, that the knot of jism in his loins was being sucked out of him against his will, and he groaned as her fiercely sucking cunt began draining his cream out of his bursting cock in wild spasms.
"Jeeeezus, that's juicy, lady! Unnngg, your cunt is wiiiiiild, aaaah!"
Screaming softly and swinging her naked, perspiring ass in frantic motions, Jenny reached behind her and the moment his cream started gushing into her pulsing pussy in thick, hot torrents, she got a firm grip on the tail-end of the scarf rammed up her ass.
And she jerked it out in a sudden violent snatch.
And almost fainted with pure delight.
The pressure of the tightly wadded silk ripping through her tender ass-hole at the same time her gushing pussy was going into furious spasms of ecstasy was like having the skin torn from her body, but without pain. Every nerve of her ripe flesh tingled insanely for a few blissful moments, and Jenny's lips moved in a soundless scream of frenzied passion.
Then, as Ed's cock went slowly limp, her wild shudders began subsiding and she fell forward on him, pressing her swollen tits against his chest and sobbing as she continued rocking back and forth on his deflated rod, her cunt squeezing the final drops of his cream.
"What the hell did you do to make me come like that?" Ed said harshly.
"Just a trick," she sighed.
"Well, I don't like tricks like that," he said, slapping her on her naked ass viciously to make her leap and cry. "Don't pull that weird shit on me again, hear?"
"I won't," the librarian said quickly, her ass stinging with pain from his harsh hand. Brutal lout!
But the pain felt good, too, in a strange, eerie way.
She was crouching down between his thighs now, eagerly licking his limp dick, lasciviously playing with the meat to make him rise again.
"Get me a cigarette," the sheriff snapped. She hurried to obey. He was still angry over the way she'd made him come in a few seconds like that. Well, goddammit, he told himself sternly, that's what he got for letting her get on top! Give those greedy bitches an inch and they took a mile every time.
Never again, not with her anyway.
The sheriff had to be on top always, in the sack and out of it. He permitted his wife Val to do just about anything she wanted with him sexually, but she was a different story, tough, cynical, even cruel beneath her sleek sexiness, like himself.
Watching the voluptuous brunette hand him a cigarette through narrowed eyes, the sheriff toyed with the idea of letting Val use that monstrous dildo on her, right up her juicy ass!
It would serve her right, by God, and she wouldn't be able to sit down for a week afterward. The horny bitch was already back down between his legs, licking and sucking and kissing on his rod, impatient for more. He smoked in silence as his prick rose again, coaxed quickly by her expertly teasing lips and fingers.
"Get me my belt," he commanded her in a deceptively soft voice. "Take care when you unsnap the gun-holster."
She raised her head quickly, fear and excitement both shining in her lustrous dark eyes. She opened her mouth to ask him what for and then quickly shut it again.
She knew. She also knew better than to question him.
He watched her ripe creamy ass bounce sensuously as she crossed the room and carefully removed his gun, and then the belt from his pants. She brought the thick leather strap back to him, her fingers trembling as she held it out.
The sheriff slowly sat up on the sofa and took the belt, finishing his cigarette casually, watching her tits heave and tremble. He wound half the belt around his big fist and stood up, his rod looming out like a bright-red battering ram.
"Get your ass over the arm of the sofa," he told her.
For the first time Jenny hesitated. "Are you-are you going to spank me?"
He laughed, a cutting sound. "No, ma'am. I'm going to whip you on your big, luscious ass. And then, when it's just the right color ... Get down!"
A sob caught in the brunette's throat, but she hurried to obey, her skin flushing and her blood singing in her ears. She felt a very peculiar excitement, unlike any sex-excitement she'd ever felt before. She knew, from her extensive reading, how pain could replace pleasure, how both could be alternated and blended so that after a while you could no longer tell the difference between torment and ecstasy, and you couldn't climax unless it really hurt....
She was terrified, but at the same time the town librarian was filled with a deep, driving curiosity. As she huddled nakedly over the arm of the sofa, her white ass-cheeks trembling furiously in suspense, Jenny vividly recalled the feel of the knotted scarf ripping out of her thrilled ass-hole, the sudden breathtaking jolt of pain-pleasure that raced through her flesh.
And crouched over the armrest with her dangling tits crushed to the sofa seat, her skin trembling madly, Jenny had never felt so weak, so utterly helpless or so completely feminine in her life.
Or so deliciously terrified and excited....
Standing over her, Ed traced his fingers gently over the silky flesh of her lush ass-cheeks and his cock quivered urgently. Then in a swift vicious arc he brought the thick leather end of the belt down on the soft flesh, and Jenny let out a terrified yelp.
The sheriff brought it down again and again, harder each time over her ripe naked ass, so furiously that by now Jenny could no longer cry or even catch her breath. Sheets of white-hot pain tore through her buttocks, breathtaking bolts of pain that left her weak and dizzy.
And tremendously hot.
Her inflamed cunt was now pressing urgently against the armrest of the sofa, trying to fuck it in her delirious madness, gushing honey over the padded arm. With each lash across her raw ass-flesh, a violent spasm of lust raced through her burning loins and her heart pounded with fierce excitement.
At twenty-eight years old and with a sexual history of only two men behind her, the town librarian was just discovering the strange delights of feverish torment.
In some vague way, she suspected it had to do with cheating on her husband, that she secretly needed the punishment for being unfaithful to sweet, mellow Henry. But whatever the reason, it was the results that counted. And the sobbing, wildly aroused brunette began to come all over the sofa from sheer depraved ecstasy as the ruthless whipping continued.
Looming over her now-crimson ass, the sheriff knew exactly what Jenny was feeling. The imagine, elegant ones always loved this, always felt guilty enough to really get their rocks off with a good ass-whipping. That's the way they paid for their sins! It was okay to fuck around on your husband if you got punished for it, so you might as well enjoy the punishment too.
There was just no end to the strange logic of the female mind!
They could take a simple healthy urge to fuck and turn it into a psychiatrist's nightmare.
Suddenly Ed tossed the belt aside. He stood behind her, spreading her beet-red cheeks with his hands. The flesh practically sizzled beneath his fingers. He placed the huge knob of his rod directly against her tiny puckered ass-hole.
Then slammed forward with savage strength.
A high keening scream came from the brunette's lips and for a moment she felt as if a burning baseball bat had been rammed up her helpless ass-hole. When the sheriff began pumping relentlessly into her ravaged butt hole, pounding his prick deep and brutally in her tormented ass, Jenny clawed in a frenzy of pain and mad excitement at the sofa beneath her, not daring to breathe as he ripped into her with a fury.
"Ah, lady what a hot and juicy ass-hole!" he groaned, shaking his head from side to side as he plowed into the squirming slippery tunnel. It was tighter and hotter than her frantic pussy, churning and writhing in agony beneath his big rod, hot, luscious and wildly exciting.
He'd taken her this way before-the first time he'd had sex with her, in fact, which shocked and horrified her, not to mention thrilling her beyond her wildest fantasies-but with her ass-flesh burning raw from the whipping, the gorged sensation in Jenny's bowels was shatteringly intense, so much so that she couldn't stop coming. Each time he thrust forward with his massive knob ripping deep until she felt it, she thought, in the very pit of her belly, she wriggled her hips back to impale herself even more violently, her cunt going into feverish spasms of obscene rapture.
"F-fucking my ass!" she managed to gasp with hot tears in her eyes. "Yessss! Fuck me harder! Ooooh, yes! Ungh!"
Ed groaned and grunted as he pistoned his rod to a savage rhythm inside her lush cheeks, feeling her boiling bowels begin to suck at his load. This was one time when he really didn't have any more control, because her tender, juicy ass-hole worked on him like an electric suction pump.
What kind of weird broad would stuff a silk scarf up her ass when she had seven healthy inches of cock available anyway?
The feel of her blazing ass-cheeks against his crotch each time he slammed forward gave him an added charge, so that he felt himself beginning to shoot off in sudden, violent spasms. Her cheeks trembled wildly and she raved and cried as his boiling load shot deep in her stinging bowels, a fountain of wet fire that tickled and thrilled and ached all at once.
This time the sheriff came for only twenty seconds, then slipped his limp rod out with a deep sigh. He slapped her sharply on the ass, a playful gesture, but after the whipping it felt like a branding-iron to the tormented librarian.
"How's that for a little novelty, lady?" he grinned.
Very slowly, Jenny stood up, her tits swaying and her ass on fire with pain and lingering orgasms.
"You're an animal!" she sobbed.
With a smile of sheer contempt, the sheriff reached out and brutally pinched one of her rosy nipples to make her yelp.
"That makes two of us animals," he cracked. "You loved it, honey, so don't give me any bullshit."
He glanced at his watch and frowned. "Shit! I'm ten minutes late in calling in."
He began dressing quickly, while the librarian put her clothes on cautiously, afraid to make any quick movements that might wiggle her raw ass-cheeks. With his uniform on, his gun dangling and his black boots polished to a high shine, the sheriff looked more than ever like a Gestapo officer.
She stared at his gun with fascination. Maybe someday she'd ask him to ... No! Really, that was too sick! Having him rape her with his .38 Smith and Wesson Police Special!
But staring briefly into her eyes, the sheriff once again knew exactly what she was thinking, from the hot-eyed way she was gazing at his gun. Guns fascinated women like her, because they could shoot off like cocks, and because they were so dangerous.
"Thinking about a little barrel-tickling?" he asked softly.
Her face flushed. "Don't be grotesque!" she retorted.
He came up to the brunette and lewdly rubbed his hand over her crotch through her shapeless dress to make her tremble from head to toe and whimper.
"Will you come back tomorrow at noon?" she asked breathlessly.
He shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. It depends on my schedule."
"How many women do you have on your daily schedule, sheriff?" she asked eagerly.
He laughed at her. That always turned them on, too. They loved to hear about his other conquests, pumping him for details about the sex, always comparing themselves to their faceless rivals ... but secretly wanting to watch and then join in.
"That's none of your business," he told her crisply. "I may be back tomorrow. Hold it on ice for me."
"Bastard," she hissed as he strode out the door, slamming it behind him.
Jenny slumped in the chair behind her desk, lighting a cigarette with shaking fingers. God, her ass felt like raw hamburger! She could feel his come still trickling in her bowels, a sticky, delicious feeling of shame and lust.
The sheriff was a problem in more ways than one. For one thing, he was getting her used to sex on a very regular and violent basis, it was out of the question to try and be satisfied with her husband now. Even if Henry did screw her every night-which he didn't-there was no brutality, no thrilling surprises, no ass-whippings and harsh commands, no element of risk. There was just soft, mushy, poetic groping. Damn!
For another thing, and this was even more frightening, her mind had begun to dwell on the scores of healthy young boys ... and girls ... who strolled in and out of the county library every day. They could be had easily, if she were careful.
But the danger, the risk, was tremendous.
That goddamn sheriff was now getting her to crave risk. Having put her toe in the water to see how cold it was, she was now tempted to plunge in with everything, mouth, hands, tits, ass, pussy, every inch of her trembling, insatiable flesh.
Jenny put out her cigarette, coiled up and pinned her shimmering chestnut hair, put on her thick glasses and gingerly walked out of her office, wondering if her burning ass would ever cool off.
She went to the front reception desk and relieved the young girl there for lunch. She watched the girl walk away, her cute ass bouncing, her smooth silken legs brushing each other and a fierce tingle rose in Jenny's lips.
Her face flushed and she turned her eyes down to the desk as she wondered what it would be like to get a uniform like the sheriff's, with a belt and boots and a real gun, to dress up in the uniform, naked beneath, the shirt unbuttoned so that her creamy tits flared out in a very sexy display, and then to do everything to a tender young girl that the sheriff had done to her....
The thought took Jenny's breath away. It was the most erotic, madly exciting idea she'd ever had.
Pure insanity, of course. She could never get away with such a thing in a conservative town like this. They'd tar and feather her and undoubtedly lynch her if she ever got caught.
She wouldn't do it, of course. She was basically a sensible woman, with a career, a reputation, a distinguished husband. She would take control of her wild urges this very moment.
She turned to some paperwork, her hands busy, but only a small portion of her racing mind occupied. Actually, she knew, in order to get such a uniform all she had to do was go north to San Francisco. It didn't have to be an exact sheriff's uniform. There was a costume shop in the city that sold near-duplicates for stage purposes.
But of course the prim town librarian would never do such a bizarre thing.
The boots could have five-inch spike heels, and the uniform could be custom-tailored so that every ripe inch of her statuesque body was displayed to sexy perfection.
She could get handcuffs, too. And perhaps a shiny black whip.
No, she would never, never dare risk such madness.
But oh God, the thought was terrifically exciting! Quickly, Jenny told herself it was a sick thought, that she was merely indulging in an elaborate penis-envy complex, a lurid fantasy.
But, just for the heck of it, she'd take a little drive to San Francisco tonight. The weather was so nice....
The sheriff had a funny way of leaving shattered destinies in his lustful path, of changing lives and characters and fortunes drastically with his massive hard-ons. Between himself and his sultry wife, dozens of lives had been changed beyond belief.
To him, the ripely curved, stunningly sexy librarian was just another notch in his gun-belt, but to Jenny, he was the savage stranger who would change her simple life forever....
CHAPTER FOUR
The blonde's eyelids fluttered for a moment as she regained consciousness. Debbie was instantly aware of a colossal, tingling pressure in her tight pussy, an almost unendurable thrill, and then, more slowly as she became fully awake, of soft hot tits crushing hers, of a silky, moist belly grinding against hers, and of long silken legs wrapped tightly around hers.
Then the blonde remembered it all.
"No more," she begged in a whisper to the dark-eyed swinger on top of her, "please, Val, no more! I'm losing my mind! Unnnngh!"
"Won't hurt you, baby doll," Val murmured in her husky voice, continuing to fuck the young housewife with gentle strokes of the huge dildo. The sheriff's wife couldn't stop now if she wanted to. She was so feverishly aroused at the feel of the tawny blonde's hot, plump tits and burning belly and ripe thighs shuddering beneath hers, so lustfully excited as she raped the whimpering housewife, that Val began biting the soft flesh of Debbie's shoulders as she worked the massive rod even deeper into her gorged slit.
She'd continued holding the red shock-button down long past the dangerous ten-second mark, and Debbie, whose nervous system was on the verge of shattering from the most intense, explosive thrills of her life, lost consciousness just in time.
There were times when the sheriff's wife could come without anything up her pussy, moments like these with the sobbing hot blonde who was steadily crying now and responding with lust in spite of her fear and dazed mind. God, Val loved to fuck beautiful young girls! Their sweet sweating tits rubbing against hers, their steaming thighs their cries of ecstasy and clawing fingers and madly gyrating asses, the heady smell of pussy in raw heat mingled with the exquisite scent of ripe flesh, all these vivid, lascivious sensations combined to trigger her own sharp orgasm.
"Could fuck you all day and all night, beautiful little bitch," Val panted in Debbie's ear, her fingers digging harshly into the girl's luscious ass-flesh. "Hang on now, 'cause here comes another roller-coaster ride!"
Debbie's eyes glazed over with panic but before she could protest Val had switched on the red button. Again that unbelievable ripping, jolting thunderbolt shot through her spasming cunt, and the blonde's entire body rose off the mattress in a high arc, carrying Val with it. She shuddered fiercely in uncontrollable convulsions, her pussy coming in wild gushes of honey. Her lips found Val's and she bit them savagely with her sharp white teeth.
It was this frenzied animal reflex that saved her because the lusty swinger instantly turned off the shock. Now it was Val's turn to be dazed as she tasted her own blood on her lips. Why, the nasty little bitch!
If there was one dangerous element to the sheriff's wife, it was her violent temper. Normally cool and calculating, when she did fly into a rage she was maniacal.
Now her dark eyes clouded over with an insane fury as she stared down at Debbie's contorted young face. But instead of giving into it at once, with typical diabolical vengeance, Val resumed fucking the crying blonde in dreamy, thrilling strokes, tenderly kissing her throat and her face and her lips, working her up to a profound orgasm.
She used words as weapons of deceit, too:
"Ah, sweet hot tits and darling little pussy, Debbie!" she crooned in her ear, snaking her tongue in to thrill Debbie. "You taste like California Gold, baby, all honey and fire, my beautiful little angel, mmmmmm, come on now, Debbie, get your rocks off, sweetheart, come all over me, yes, yessssss!"
Now the tawny blonde was wrapping her arms around Val in a feverishly happy embrace, responding to the obscene praise along with the incredible feel of the pimpled monster in her fiery cunt, and she began climaxing in long, breathtaking waves, sobbing and thrashing and moaning, sweat pouring off her golden skin in rivulets, intensely hot and excited.
Val reached down to suck on one of her luscious tits while she pumped relentlessly away, deep and dreamily in Debbie's slit, feeling the girl react like a sensitive violin to her playing, building up her own suspense for the moment of vicious truth.
She'd long ago lost track of the girls and women she'd seduced and corrupted, gone down on and raped to satisfy the bizarre urged in her blood, and in the long run Debbie was no more to her than she was to Val's husband, a notch in the sheriff's belt and a delicious, victorious memory in Val's eerie mind.
Debbie screamed and dug her fingernails savagely into Val's soft ass as still another blazing climax shot through her massively gorged cunt.
Then, at the very pinnacle of her ecstasy, Val abruptly slid out the humming cock.
"No!" Debbie cried, locking her arms fiercely around the swinger. "God, don't stop now! Pleeeeez!"
"Just ... one ... moment, honey," Val panted, groping for the blonde's tiny ass-hole with her finger. She found it, moist and puckered, and placed the quivering dildo directly against it.
Debbie froze in the greatest terror of her life.
"No," she begged, shaking her head, tears stinging her eyes. Through the haze of tears she could see the insane gleam in Val's eyes, the maniacal fury that turned her blood to ice. For a long, perilous minute the dildo merely hummed away at the entrance to her anal slit while Val smiled mockingly down at her.
"What will you give me if I don't?" Val taunted.
"Anything! Oh Christ, anything, Val, pleeease?"
"Will you get other girls for me?" Val asked softly.
Debbie nodded her head frantically. "All you want," she cried. "Beautiful girls, honest!"
"Will you make it with anyone I order you to?" Boy or girl, man or woman? At once, on the spot?"
"Yesssss! Honest!"
A strange smile flitted across Val's sultry face. Then without warning she rammed the gigantic prick deep into Debbie's ass-hole. At the same time as a bloodcurdling scream tore from the blonde's shocked lips, a deep sigh of satisfaction came from the sheriff's wife.
It was hard to say exactly when the cruelty and viciousness started for the sexy switchhitter. Too much sex, too many girls and boys and men and women had left her restless and jaded years ago, anxious for new kicks, eager to explore new avenues of lust and depravity.
And when she got a girl trapped beneath her in bed like this, a thrilling sense of power gripped her. She could wield either pain or pleasure, ecstasy or white-hot agony, send them to heaven or hell with a single thrust.
She loved that feeling.
Gazing down at Debbie's horrified face, feeling her sweet hot flesh tremble madly beneath hers as the monstrous cock hummed and quivered in her narrow ass-hole, Val realized that just a minute before the blonde was in sheer lust-heaven. Now she was in hell.
And it was all her doing, and that God-like feeling of magnificent power sang a strange melody in Val's ears as she began fucking the helplessly screaming housewife savagely in her tender ass-hole.
"All for your own good," Val panted, feeling herself begin to come, small explosions rocking in her own pussy as she thrust even more savagely into Debbie's ripe young ass. "Some day you'll get down on your knees and thank me for this," she purred in Debbie's ear. Val groped for the red button, waiting for just the right moment.
Beneath her, Debbie sank her teeth into her own lip, tasting blood, as the blazing torture ripped deep into her squirming bowels. She actually enjoyed being ravished in her plump ass by men, but this wasn't a real cock. It was a nightmare!
No matter how hard she tried not to move, the brutal pressure of Val's lunges forced her to try to wriggle back, only intensifying the torture. Her entire torso was on fire with raw agony and she pounded Val's naked ass with her fists to vent her helplessness and pain.
"You're gonna learn to love this," Val whispered, reaching for the dangerous red button beneath the base of the prick. "Your little ass-hole tastes so sweet, honey, this extra charge is my way of saying thanks. Ready?"
Val hit the button.
A film covered Debbie's huge green eyes and she stared into space as if seeing something for the first time. Her body froze in mid-air and even the sweat covering her tawny bare flesh seemed to turn to ice.
This time she didn't faint.
She came.
She climaxed so furiously, so violently, with such unexpected lust and sheer nerve-tingling intensity that her mouth slammed to Val's and she snaked her tongue in deep and rammed her fingers up Val's cunt and issued a low, insane animal sound which seemed to come from her boiling loins.
To Val's astonishment Debbie crushed her belly furiously against the swinger's, trying to ram even more of the enormous cock up her tawny ass, wrapping her legs savagely around Val's and locking ankles for tighter contact.
Val held her breath, realizing this had never happened before. Christ, she was coming on raw agony! She couldn't stop climaxing as Val continued driving the quivering rod brutally into her naked ass-cheeks, careful not to use the button again after a violent reaction like that, wondering if Debbie had gone totally insane.
She sure as hell sounded like it. Mad moans came from her throat and she thrashed her head from side to side, tears streaming down her cheeks, her silky flesh going into sudden convulsions of pain-bliss, the strength in her arms and torso incredible as she frantically embraced her tormentor and swung her off the mattress like a feather.
What really happened was that the young blonde had made the shift from coming out of pleasure to climaxing from anguish in less than a minute, speeding up the process by days, weeks, even months. Almost any girl could be conditioned to come from torment and pain over a period of time.
With Debbie, it happened instantly.
It might have been no more than a total and sudden surrender of her mind to the inevitable-as long as she was suffering, she may as well get her rocks off over it!-or it could have been a nerve-reaction, a swift changeover in the nature of nerve-impulses, with her body protecting itself against further agony by turning her reaction into ecstasy.
Or it could have been that she actually had gone insane, choosing this outlet instead of a strait-jacket.
Whatever caused it, the frenzied young housewife was now thoroughly hooked on sex-torment and pain....
Craning her head down, Val could see that the immense dildo was covered with blood, but still Debbie screamed and climaxed, grinding her dripping cunt feverishly to Val's steaming crotch, clawing, biting, crying, an uncontrollable mass of flesh, hotly panting tits and wildly swinging ass, madly contorted face and enormous blazing eyes.
It took a serious effort of strength to jerk the cock out of Debbie's raw ass-hole. Quickly, Val climbed off the bed and out of her reach, but still the blonde kept coming, rubbing her own swollen tits and thrashing on the mattress deliriously, her nervous system gone berserk.
Val unstrapped the blood-covered dildo. Naked, she padded to the bathroom and quickly opened the medicine cabinet. She found a bottle of sleeping pills. She poured three of them in her hand, got a glass of water and hurried back to the bedroom.
Debbie had subsided a little, but her naked, sweat-covered body continued convulsing and her hips jerked feverishly to an invisible partner.
Cautiously, Val raised her to a sitting position. "Now, ease up, honey, come on, baby, take these pills and drink some water, do as I say, dammit! Come on!"
The harsh authority in the swinger's voice seemed to snap Debbie out of it long enough for her to follow orders.
Val lit a cigarette and smoked it thoughtfully, watching the moaning blonde through narrowed eyes. Goddammit, she'd better snap out of it! If her husband found out she'd been at it again with her dildo-ass routine, there would be almighty hell to pay.
The blonde had gone crazy all right, but crazy with lust, not in the way Val had expected. Debbie wasn't aware of it yet, but from now on she would practically have to be raped in the ass in order to climax!
All of this only confirmed one truth Val had known for years, after swinging with scores of men and women alike: You never knew what was going to turn a person on. What drove one girl to a padded cell turned another into a raving, mouth-foaming swinger.
Ten minutes later, the tawny, sobbing blonde began to calm down. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her crazed attempts to burrow her face down in Val's sleek thighs lost their fervor. Soon after that she was half-asleep, moaning drowsily, her twitching hips and heaving tits almost at rest now. The stinging fire in her ass was a soft glow to the housewife now, a dreamy, languid ripple of lingering ecstasy.
"Sleeping pills," she mumbled, smiling up at Val with adoring eyes. "You gave me sleeping pills. Fuck me while I'm asleep, okay, Val? Do it to me all day and all night! Wanna eat you for breakfast, too!"
She giggled and a minute later her breathing became deep and regular. Sighing with relief, Val went back to the bathroom and wet a washcloth down with warm water. She returned to the sleeping blonde, knelt between her thighs and tenderly licked the blood off her ass. Then she gingerly washed her puckered anus with the cloth.
Val dressed then and got ready to leave. She gazed at the ripe, silken blonde on the bed and resisted one final urge to dig her mouth down between those plump, delicious thighs, to get one more exquisite mouthful of hot honey. Every time she gave into those crazy urges, they got wilder and more uncontrollable the next time, dammit!
Enough was enough, even for her. Debbie would be all right, hopefully. She'd sleep for a few hours and wake up with the sorest ass of her life, and she'd walk around as though it was made out of fine crystal for a while, but she'd be okay.
In a strange and tender ritual, Val leaned down and softly kissed Debbie's hot pussy once. The girl stirred and reached out with her arms, but Val strode out of the bedroom and away from her before she lost control again.
Driving back to her house, the sultry switchhitter felt that deep glow of fulfillment radiating its heat from her lips and tongue and pussy. That was a good one, really a wild, torrid, utterly satisfying session.
The frenzied housewife proved one thing for certain: Blondes did have more fun.
Val couldn't kid herself about her own crazy urges, either. She was profoundly satisfied right now, but how long would it last? Two weeks, one week, five days, three days?
Each savage encounter demanded a shorter interval, and each time her hunger grew wilder and a little more dangerous. She was like a blast-furnace blazing out of control.
The fact was, the sexy blonde was only a diversion, a substitute for what the sheriff's wife really craved with every fiber of her tormented soul.
Her own virgin daughter, Vicky.
She could suck and fuck every cute, adorable thing in town, but it would only postpone what she knew she had to do in order to keep from going completely mad.
She had to have lovely little Vicky, and to hell with her husband, and to hell with the consequences, too! She knew that Ed was stalling her because he was afraid of her vicious streak when it came to sex, of her diabolical and wanton impulses which seemed to spring up with maddening violence and without warning, the way they'd done with Debbie, and other victims.
But he really ought to know her better than that. After all, Vicky was her own sweet daughter, wasn't she? No matter how crazy or impulsive Val got with other girls, she'd never, never, never do anything to hurt darling Vicky.
But deep down, the wild-eyed switchhitter knew the road to hell itself was strewn with empty promises like that....
It was all or nothing now, she decided grimly. She'd get Vicky's cherry first chance, making certain only that Ed was away.
Unless that selfish bastard got to her first!
CHAPTER FIVE
The irony of it all was that it happened that very afternoon, while the sheriff and his sultry wife were both plotting to take their daughter's cherry.
While the county sheriff went methodically about his business, avoiding his office whenever possible because he hated to be confined, preferring to drive around to various points in the country to chat with different people, and while his wife Val was showering her sensuous body at home after her torrid clash with the deputy sheriff's wife, young Vicky Watkins had some rather naive but very lewd ideas about her own virginity.
They concerned the man she had a tremendous crush on, a secret worship common to most girls her age, the kind of adolescent infatuation that had lost countless cherries since time began.
Vicky was strikingly pretty, with large luminous black eyes and long, glistening dark hair and the face of an angel. It was her mother's face really, but without the years of strenuous, jaded sex and cynicism and secret cruelty.
She also had all the lush promise of her mother's body, slender but with beautifully ripening tits, a soft, luscious ass and sleek legs. She would be a knockout when she blossomed out in her prime, in just a few more years.
Every stud in town-and quite a few sheep, too-stared longingly at Vicky's gorgeous little ass when she walked down the street. But no one dared to do anything about it. If you knew the sheriff, you might as well put a loaded gun to your head and playfully tickle the trigger. Big Ed adored his daughter, and if you yearned to be buried in the grassy cemetery overlooking the vast blue Pacific at a ripe old age, you'd best forget about it. Look, yes, gape all you want and jerk off in private, but don't go near the sheriffs sweet-assed daughter.
Not that Vicky encouraged anyone. She had the shy disposition of a classic virgin, a wholesome, sunny smile, a quiet but friendly manner, a politeness that warmed the hearts of those who knew her.
She also warmed a few crotches around the sheriff's office without knowing it, of course. Vicky hung around her father's office quite a bit, now that summer vacation was here. Since he was frequently out, the deputies chatted with her while she waited.
That's how Vicky developed her girlish crush on the handsomest deputy, a tall, muscular young man with the kind of clean-cut young face that Hollywood once cast in horse operas. The fact that he was married only excited Vicky's interest further. like most girls her age, she read Modern Romances, and everyone knew that married men were more romantic and exciting. She had a secret affair going on for weeks in her vivid imagination, unknown to her parents or anyone else. Vicky may have looked like a shimmering angel, but when she got that feverishly hot throbbing in her little pussy, she finger-fucked herself savagely just like any other healthy young girl.
Two and three times a day, lately.
Another thing the adolescent had inherited from both her parents was an extremely passionate sex drive. At her tender age, she was deeply frustrated because her glands were humming wildly away and her hot cherry ached for its proper initiation, and if something didn't happen soon besides frenzied masturbation morning, noon and night, Vicky felt as if she'd lose her young mind.
She was, in the coarse vernacular of small-town studs, a sitting duck for a fast hot fuck.
Her parents were totally unaware of Vicky's emotional and physical crisis. Simply because they screwed everything in sight that they could on the sly, sharing eager pussies like a picnic basket, gave them no insight whatever into Vicky's frantic situation. Both of them kept sex talk to a minimum in front of their daughter, assuming that until they introduced her to the subject themselves any day now, she would be completely safe.
They may have been wild, wanton swingers and swappers all their lives, but Vicky, they thought, was a good girl. Whatever else the brutal sheriff and his lust-inspired wife might be, they were still doting parents. Both of them were sharply alert to the follies and weaknesses of everyone else, but when it came to their angel-faced daughter, they were totally blind, like most parents.
Thus the hot treasure they both secretly lusted and plotted for was stolen away from under their very noses.
On this sunny afternoon at two o'clock, Vicky sauntered into the sheriff's office. There were two deputies there, including her secret affair, and they both smiled at her.
"Your dad's out as usual," the older deputy said. "Wanna play checkers while you wait, Vicky?"
She gave him her dazzling smile, a burning trickle starting in her throbbing cunt at the mere presence of the other deputy. In her throbbing adolescent heart he was Rudolph Valentino and Robert Redford and Paul Newman all rolled into one. All he had to do was grin at her and she felt as if she'd faint on the spot.
That was typical behavior for a very emotional high school girl, but Vicky's precocious sexual development now caused her to soak her sheer panties as she turned to him.
"Hi, Bob," she said cheerfully. "Urn, are you busy?"
The dark-haired, muscled young man smiled casually at her. "Not breaking my fanny or anything. Why, Vicky?"
"Urn, I need a ride out to my dad's cabin. I left some books out there last weekend and I can't study without 'em. You couldn't make a quick trip up there for me, could you, Bob?"
Because the older deputy was listening, she sounded as nonchalant as possible. It wasn't unusual for deputies to go out of their way for the sheriff's daughter. The cabin was only twenty minutes away, on a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. What made it all so clean was that Bob never so much as glanced at her, as far as the sheriff and the other deputies could tell.
Besides, being married to a hot young blonde like Debbie ought to keep him limp and happy.
Bob shrugged. "What about it, Jim?" He turned to the other deputy. "Live without me for an hour or so?"
"Hell, you don't do anything around here anyway," Jim cracked. "Sure, give her a ride. If Dillinger shows up I'll call you on the circuit."
Bob grabbed his white Stetson, put it rakishly on his head, and guided Vicky out to his car. A few moments later it swung out of the lot with an impatient screech of rubber.
From the window, the other deputy watched with sad eyes. Poor dumb sonofabitch. Nice kid like that and he didn't even know his ass from a dry well. Everybody in town knew the sheriff was banging his sexy young wife, everybody but Bob. That goddamn Ed was a mean sonofabitch, doing something like that. With all the eager pussy in town, he picks on Bob's sweet wife, the prick.
Jim shrugged and turned back to some paperwork. None of his business. He had his own job to protect. But if the chance ever rose, which it wouldn't, and Ed's stunning wife ever propositioned him, he'd have his pecker out so fast it would be a blur. Fat chance, though.
Even in her girlish enthusiasm, Vicky knew that all the deputies feared her father, and that none of them would dream of touching her even if the opportunity arose. Now as Bob wheeled the white Chevy out of town along the coast highway, the schoolgirl began to gather up her nerve.
How, she thought frantically, do you let a guy know you want to go to bed with him? Do you just come right out and blurt it out and cross your fingers? Or seize him in a hot embrace and whisper it in his ear? Inexperience and trembling fear of rejection filled her ripening young body. She fumbled in her purse for a cigarette and lit it. Bob looked at her sharply.
"Hey, does your father know you smoke?" He was shocked, Vicky could see, and she felt more daring than ever.
"No," she laughed. "If he did, he'd lock me up, right? I smoke dope sometimes, too," she added with a giggle. "Wanna bust me, Bob?"
"Jesus," he mumbled, shaking his head, "don't let him find out about that. He's Dick Tracy when it comes to grass."
"Everybody in school smokes grass," Vicky said, "even the teachers! I'm a big girl now, Bob," she said in a softer voice, licking her lips with nervousness.
"I noticed," he retorted, keeping his eyes on the highway. For a few weeks now, he'd been aware that the sheriff's daughter had a crush on him. Every time she looked at him with those huge dark eyes, he could see her little tits firm up noticeably. She was a gorgeous little piece too, enough to make his prick tingle, and Bob would bet a week's salary that she was still a cherry too.
But you just didn't fuck with the sheriff's daughter, a cardinal rule of survival in this town. A man had to have his head up his ass so far his ears wiggled even to think about screwing Vicky. Besides, Bob had Debbie at home, luscious, tawny, all fire and silk and madly sucking pussy, so what did he want this kind of trouble for?
Well, he didn't, but his long cock sure did! Every time he was around Vicky he got a hard-on that felt like a bone fracture, straining fiercely at his pants. Christ, what he wouldn't give to take one quick shot at Vicky! Just a fast roll into that sweet, juicy young cunt, one for the memory, another scarce notch on his Sam Browne belt.
Bob didn't have many notches on it since he'd gotten married. He figured the risk wasn't worth it, because if Debbie found out, she could be a real bitch. He did occasionally plow a cop-groupie-all the deputies did once in a while-but essentially he was faithful to his wife.
Besides, he was damn certain Debbie wasn't screwing around on him....
The white Chevy pulled up in front of a neat cabin, secluded by a grove of trees on a cliff.
"Come on in with me," Vicky said eagerly. "I want to show you something."
Bob glanced at his watch nervously, then followed her up the porch. It wouldn't do to be gone too long. Ed liked to know what his men were doing at all times. Inside the meticulously neat cabin were bunk-beds, a fireplace, a thick shaggy fur rug in front of the fireplace-Bob was willing to bet a hell of a lot of cute, naked asses had rolled feverishly around on that rug. Hell, you could practically see the cunt-honey on it!-and a stunning view of the ocean through a large picture window.
He stood in the middle of the cabin facing Vicky curiously.
"What do you want to show me, Vicky?"
The demure but learning sheriff's daughter took a deep breath to brace her nerve. How do you tell a man you want him to screw you? Her innocence was total, so in her infatuated desperation she decided on the most brazen course of action.
"This," she whispered, and in one swift movement she slipped off her T-shirt to bare her naked tits. Then, her face burning, she quickly slipped off her jeans and then her panties, moving fast with shaking fingers so she wouldn't change her mind.
She stood before the dazed deputy now, her face flushed with embarrassment but her luminous eyes hot with purpose.
"How do you like me now?" she said hoarsely.
Bob gulped. Crazy fucking kid! He knew she had a crush on him, but he didn't expect this! Jesus, what a sweet young body with proud, lushly curved little tits, their bright-pink nipples swollen with desire, pointing upward as if begging to be kissed and sucked and fondled, her silky hips gently curved, almost boyish, her curly tangle of dark cunt-hairs moist with her juices, her skin glowing with sexy health.
Immediately Bob's prick leaped and quivered in his pants, in spite of his sudden fear. Jesus, if this were anyone but the Sheriff's daughter he'd leap on her with a howl of lust. All he had to do was touch that velvety hot flesh, just put his fingers on it and he'd get his brains blown from here to China. And while Debbie's husband wasn't very bright, he was sort of fond of his brains, limited though they might be.
"Better put your clothes back on," he said harshly.
Tears formed in her eyes and she shivered. She stepped up to him. "Don't you like me, Bob? Don't you want to make love to me?"
"Shit, yes!" he snapped, his fingers itching feverishly to clutch her cute naked ass in his hands and squeeze and stroke the ripe flesh. "But you know as well as I do what your father will do, Vicky! Christ, you think I want to leave Debbie a widow at her age?"
"I won't tell my father!" she swore fervently. "Honest, Bob! I'm not crazy." Having gone this far and feeling intensely aroused, desperately wanting to lose her virginity to this handsome cop she worshipped, Vicky decided to go all the way.
"I wouldn't worry about Debbie if I were you," she said in a low voice. "She's no angel either!"
Bob's eyes narrowed and he gripped her arms so fiercely Vicky winced in pain. "What do you mean by that? Tell me, goddammit!"
Suddenly Vicky was frightened by the blazing look in his eyes. "My dad and your wife!" she hissed. "They've been making it! Golly, Bob, everyone in town knows but you!"
He stared at her in stunned disbelief. "That's bullshit!" he finally croaked. "How do you know?"
"I heard it in the office the other day. Jim and Freddie were laughing about it, and they thought I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I heard every word! That's where Dad goes to lunch every day! Your house, with your wife."
The truth hit the deputy like a fist in his gut. So that's why they smirked at him in the office, giving each other big, shit-eating grins all the time when he was around. Those bastards!
He knew it was true now. Debbie working there nights as a dispatcher, right under the stud's nose, probably flaunting her hot tits and lush ass like a bargain basement sale of lust! That sneaky, slutty little bitch!
"You're hurting my arms," Vicky sobbed.
Quickly, Bob released her. His mind whirled dangerously, but as he calmed down a little, as his eyes focused on her naked young body standing inches away, his seething fury found its target.
An eye for an eye, a pussy for a pussy! Still flushed with anger, Bob began stripping quickly, his decision made. His wife he'd take care of in his own way, later on. But for now, he'd exhaust every depraved possibility with the apple of the sheriff's eye.
"Ever made it with anyone before?" Bob asked as he took off his shorts. His long red prick quivered eagerly above huge balls. Vicky's eyes widened and she couldn't take her eyes off of it. It both frightened and excited her, and above all it seemed impossibly huge. How would he get that mammoth thing inside her tight little pussy?
Her face reddened. "No," she whispered. "I'm a virgin."
"Well, hell, it's nothing to be ashamed about," he laughed, naked himself now. As he stared at her silken tits and curly cunt-nest and perfectly curved little ass, his lust began to dominate his anger. A cherry, by Christ! A blossoming beauty too. And she was hot for him, although trembling with fear.
"Don't worry, kid, I won't hurt you," Bob told her. Not until later, anyway. He eased her down onto the fur rug in front of the fireplace and got on top of her, but just to arouse her more, not to pierce her juicy pink slit yet.
For a couple of minutes Bob Frenched her and played with her madly heaving tits and teased her soaked thighs with his quivering prick. She was moaning and jerking awkwardly beneath him, expecting him just to ram home with his fleshy rod.
If she weren't a cherry, he would have. The deputy sheriff could hardly be considered poetic. His frantic blonde wife wouldn't recognize a poem if it jumped up and bit her in her plump ass. Still, he knew it would be a mortal sin not to go down on a feverishly budding piece like Vicky before ramming it home to her.
Exerting a control that was unusual for him, Bob slid down to her tits, cupping one in his strong hands and sucking on the fat little nipple to make her squeal with delight. Funny how tits all tasted different. Debbie's were hot and sexy and animal-tasting, sort of raw and pungent. Vicky's were fantastically sweet and honeyed, bursting with ripeness, a mouthful of puberty in its prime.
Now the deputy slid further down over her gently rounded belly, hunching his big shoulders beneath her soft thighs. He stared into her luscious little cunt, pink, sucking softly before his eyes, shiny with her juices, tiny and fragile and helpless.
"What ... what're you gonna do?" Vicky asked breathlessly, feeling terrifically aroused. In her innocence, she didn't know what to expect, thinking he might just tease her there and lavish a few playful tickles on her.
Bob wasn't exactly the most devoted pussy-eater in the world. He thought that a girl could look like an ice cream cone and taste like rancid pork. He once went down on a girl in the back seat of a car, a gorgeous blonde, who tasted exactly like moldy limburger cheese.
Not bad at all, if you didn't breathe.
But as the fragrance of Vicky's cherry drifted up to his flared nostrils, he knew she was going to be sheer pussy delight. And when he dipped his long harsh tongue inside those lovely, rosy cunt-lips and it began to tingle madly with pleasure, the deputy knew he'd found the greatest appetizer since smoked baby clams.
"Oh, my Lord! Oh, Bob! Oh, Jeeeeezus, I ... I love it, I love you! Oooooieeeee! Wowwwww! Unnngh!"
The tender virgin didn't even suspect anything like this existed. Wave after wave of dreamy bliss shot through her madly trembling cunt as Bob's tongue lashed deep to get at her thick honey. Beginning to cry with profound excitement, the sheriff's daughter wrapped her soft thighs tightly to his head, twined her fingers in his hair and started fucking his mouth in a frenzy of lust.
In less than a minute her first orgasm began boiling over in her thrilled cunt, and Vicky raised her ass high off the rug and shook it savagely, stunned at the delicious molten fire erupting in her virgin loins. As often as she'd secretly finger-fucked herself with erotic fantasies, they were bare tickles compared to what he was doing to her wildly thrashing pussy at this moment.
Suddenly a new kind of thrill exploded in Vicky's juicy cunt and she tugged at his hair deliriously and fought to catch her breath. He'd found her tiny clitoris and was now sucking it eagerly, whipping his tongue across it to drive her almost mad with excitement.
His mouth brutally clamped to her sweet young cunt-flesh, Bob was quickly becoming a pussy-eating devotee after all these years. Even Debbie, that treacherous little bitch, even his own wildly sexy wife didn't taste like this, didn't have this exquisite juiciness and heady fragrance, the irresistible magnetic lure of young cunt in its madly delicious prime.
Her silky thighs locked ferociously to his head and her naked, sweating ass swinging in a violent dance of ecstasy, Vicky came in a series of shattering orgasms, her wanton screams echoing throughout the cabin and beyond, rising above the pounding surf a hundred yards away.
In her innocence, she couldn't know how lucky she was. Most men would have simply mounted her and crudely ripped into her tight, tender little slit with animal selfishness, not giving a damn about the effects on her.
But it wasn't kindness or tenderness that drove the rugged deputy to eat her hot, luscious cherry first. It was curiosity and pride. First he wanted to know if she tasted half as delicious and exciting as she looked. Better, by God, ten times more scrumptious and juicy! Each mouthful of her cunt-honey that he gulped down greedily was better than a shot of Jim Beam.
And for a chaser he licked a few times at the mouth of her little ass-hole to make her scream with joy. Even Debbie never got that sort of treatment from him.
But just wait until that little tramp got her new treatment, he thought savagely. By the time he finished whipping her ass with his gun belt, she'd have to sit on her tits for a month.
The second reason that Bob decided to go down on her, although he felt distinctly uncomfortable as a rule with his face caught between a pair of burning, crushing thighs, was pure pride. You didn't get to bust a cherry every day of your life. His last one was so long ago that he'd practically forgotten all about the plump little cheerleader in his high school. Besides, as long as any girl went through life she'd remember the stud who first cracked her, who'd introduced her to wild sex. Vanity wouldn't permit him to let Vicky think he was a goddamned slob who just wanted to get his rocks off.
So he was letting her get her kicks first, almost suffocating himself in the feverish process, because this young thing was coming in fierce shudders and spasms and screams now, thrashing her exploding pussy against his face with hysterical abandon, gushing honey in hot torrents into his eager mouth.
Dimly, in the distance, Bob could hear his car radio crackling. The other deputy knew who he was with and where he'd gone, of course. Well, screw him! He was in the middle of eating the hottest, juiciest cherry of his life and if that sonofabitch of a sheriff walked in right now and gaped at the obscene spectacle of his deputy devouring his innocent daughter's sweet little snatch, Bob would go right on slurping!
That, of course, would earn him a very fast trip to that grassy knoll of tombstones overlooking the blue Pacific, too.
Vicky was tugging ferociously at his hair now and whimpering something incoherent about not being able to stop coming so the deputy reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her gushing slit. Hell, enough was enough. No sense in spoiling her. Not overly bright or experienced in the bizarre aspects of sex, Bob nevertheless had an uneasy feeling that if he kept on eating her pussy she might get to like it too much and get hung up on it.
And girls as well as boys could do this.
He climbed up and mounted the crying virgin. Quickly Vicky wrapped her arms around him in a fierce embrace, digging her swollen tits eagerly into his chest and kissing him deliriously. He guided his throbbing cock into the hotly sucking lips of her virgin cunt. Tight! Very cautiously, the deputy began slipping his long thick meat into her slippery, squirming cunt-flesh, but the sobbing adolescent was in a frenzy to ram herself. Vicky slammed her hips up impatiently and a sharp yelp of pain came from her.
"Easy does it," Bob groaned. "Just let me do the work."
Debbie's husband began fucking the sheriff's daughter with slow, tantalizing strokes, sucking in his breath with each lunge. Man, that was hot and luscious! Her silken naked flesh trembling beneath him, long moans came from Vicky's lips as her tiny pussy began to stretch to accommodate his huge rod, while intense ripples of excitement shuddered through her massively gorged cunt. She raised her knees high and dug her bare heels into his muscled buttocks, beginning to swing in unison with Bob.
"Oh it's beautiful!" she gasped, rubbing his broad back in a frenzy with her moist fingers. "Ohhhhh, Bob, it's so big and hot and beautiful! Hurts! But it hurts good, mmmmmm, at last I'm fucking! Yes, fuck me, fuck meeeee!"
Bob hardly needed any urging. In fact, he was afraid he'd shoot his load off prematurely because of the silky, fiery suction of her spasming pussy. Even his blonde wife, who was easily the hottest, wildest piece he'd ever had, wouldn't be able to compare with Vicky once she got a little experience behind her. There was electricity in her sweet young cunt, magic in her juicy flesh, and each time he pumped his dick deeply he had to hold his breath to keep from shooting off.
Holding her soft ripe ass in his fingers as he stroked, Bob had already made a mental reservation for that cherry too. It was true the sheriff could splatter his brains with his .38 if he found out about this, and probably get away with it in a court of law, the conning bastard, but at this wildly exciting moment the deputy just didn't give a damn.
Again the radio out in the car crackled his name and again he ignored it.
Now Vicky was coming again in frenzied sobs and lust-crazed gyrations of her naked ass, her passion erupting in a fever, and Bob began stroking in a fury of heat, fucking fast and hot and deep into her luscious depths, glancing down to see blood covering the length of his thick cock, and he felt that strange satisfaction only busting a cherry could give a man.
It was getting impossible to be first in anything in this crowded fucking world. Every time you came up with an idea, every time you lusted for a cute ass, every goddamn time you thought you were going to beat those other ass-holes to the punch, it seemed that someone else had always been there before you, especially with a gorgeous piece of ass like this.
"Give it to me!" Vicky was wailing, clawing his back madly with her sharp nails and swinging her boiling slit in an obscene fury. "Now, now, now, Bob! Come in me! Aaaaaagh!"
The United States Marines in all its armed glory "couldn't have stopped him from getting his rocks off then, and the groaning deputy felt her wildly sucking cunt whip at his dick savagely until he began spurting his thick load of jism. Vicky arched her back and quivered frantically from head to toe as the hot cream burst in her slit, stinging and thrilling and shattering under its first baptism of lust.
Even after she'd sucked him dry, her cunt continued to flex and spasm with hunger and Vicky kept trembling with ecstasy, moaning and crying and twitching under the impact of her first fuck.
"Did it hurt much?" Bob asked, secretly hoping she'd say yes, not because he wanted to hurt her but like a typical male he wanted to be reassured his cock was massive enough to rip brutally.
"Yes, but it hurt wild!" Vicky sobbed, clinging to him passionately. "Oh, Bob, what you did before you stuck it in! Ooooh, that was too much!"
He rolled over onto his side on the rug, heaving for breath, while Vicky got cigarettes for both of them. Watching her satiny young flesh ripple and sway as she moved, a sharp new tingle of lust shot through his loins. Then he realized he had a perfect juicy piece of action on the side, a steady, passionate, breathlessly girlish fuck any time he wanted it.
But as he smoked, and Vicky purred and played with his stiffening rod, jerking and loving it in her fist, the complexity of the situation angered him. If the sheriff found out, Bob knew his life wasn't worth a counterfeit nickel. And Ed wasn't stupid. He wouldn't blast him around witnesses, but out in a deserted country road somewhere, leaving no traces.
Of course, Ed was screwing Bob's own wife behind his back, but in the unwritten law of this county, it was okay to screw another guy's wife if you could get away with it. After all, the deputy thought with icy bitterness, Ed hadn't exactly tied down that sexy bitch wife of his to plow into her hot, tawny thighs.
Bob wondered how many other guys Debbie had passionately sucked and fucked behind his back.
The thought made his face red with rage, in spite of Vicky's eager fingers teasing his now-swollen rod.
The sheriff was not what could be called a reasonable man. The argument that he, Bob, had ravaged Ed's virgin daughter in retaliation for the sheriff plowing Bob's wife would hold about as much water as a bottomless bucket. It was obvious to everyone that Ed doted on his daughter, and reeked with pride over her innocence and beauty.
So the only thing to do, under the circumstances, was to impress the seriousness of the situation on this young girl now jerking his rigid cock lustfully in her hot fist.
"Can I kiss it?" she whimpered daringly.
"You can eat it for dinner," Bob told her, "but first I've gotta talk to you, Vicky. It's very important."
"Okay, Bob." But her luminous, gleaming eyes never left his crimson rod.
"Listen to me!" he snapped, grabbing her by the bare shoulders so hard she winced in pain. She finally gazed up at him.
"If your father finds out about this, he'll kill me," Bob told her in a grave voice.
"Oh, not Dad!" she said, wide-eyed. "He wouldn't do anything like that, Bob, honest!"
So much for innocence. "The fuck he wouldn't," Bob said angrily, shaking her in his fury. "You don't know him like I do. I'm a cop and you're his daughter. You don't see the side of him I do every day. You've gotta give me your solemn promise you'll never say anything to him about this. Not a word. Not even if he tries to coax it out of you."
Slowly, Vicky nodded. "I promise. Can I kiss it now?"
He gave up with a sigh. She was cock-happy and he couldn't really reach her right now. He'd just have to take his chances, that's all. Someday he might find a twelve-gauge shotgun up his ass with about three seconds left to live, but those were the lumps of life. Damned if he'd lose any sleep over it.
But he'd see to it that that prick-crazy vixen who'd married him would lose her share of sleep over it.
"Sure, go ahead and suck it like a lollipop," the deputy told Vicky. "Don't bite, though. It bites back."
She giggled and scrambled down between his muscular thighs, gripping his throbbing meat tightly in her fist. Her wet lips parted and her pink tongue darted out, lashing the knob to make him gasp. Then Vicky went to work on his pulsing cock in earnest, seizing as much of the hot flesh as she could grasp in her small, burning mouth, sucking on it fiercely with low moans of joy, beginning to experiment happily.
Lying back on the rug dreamily, Bob clutched her head in his hands and gently fucked her boiling mouth, thinking how much like her juicy cunt it was, hot, eager, madly sucking, filled with an electrifying sex-greed that her newly awakened lust seemed to spark like a roaring blaze. There was no art to her blowjob, no delicate teasing or cunning thrills or diabolical tricks, but her passionate enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of experience.
In fact he could have shot off almost any time in her madly sucking little mouth, but he purposely held back his load, savoring every moment.
"Suck on my balls for a minute, Vicky," he gasped and she rushed to obey, her tingling lips and flicking tongue making him hiss with pleasure.
Now Bob started lunging his huge cock into her mouth to an urgent rhythm, crushing her face down closer to his hot crotch. She was moaning wildly in her throat, urging him to shoot off in her mouth, jerking the base of his prick rapidly in her silky fist.
Although Vicky's first blowjob on a man was more like an animal assault with his massive dick battering her throat, she was terrifically excited at the thick power pounding in her mouth, at the pungent taste of hard male flesh. He suddenly started swelling bigger and hotter and harder in her whipping mouth, his explosion imminent, and Vicky bobbed her head up and down frantically, eager for his explosion of come.
When he shot the thick creamy gusher, she almost choked. It stung and burned and made her gag, but she gulped it down rapidly, already beginning to crave more of the salty sex-cream, every inch of her naked, velvety flesh on fire with excitement.
She milked him dry with her frenzied lips and jerking fist and then hugged his limp rod to her face with low crooning sounds of happiness.
"You were great, honey," Bob gasped, stroking her hair, "just fabulous."
Actually she was crude and overanxious, but her virgin mouth held great promise.
Again the car radio crackled, and again Bob tuned it out in his mind. Later he'd claim the radio was on the blink. The damn things were always cutting out anyway. No one would be able to prove differently.
"I think we'd better start back," he said, sitting up.
Vicky wrapped her arms around him, her swollen tits heaving feverishly. "One more time, Bob, please? I'm so hot still. It's like you started a fire inside me and it won't go out!"
He hesitated, playing with her ripe little ass, stroking and squeezing its silky heat. Almost at once his prick began rising again. Hell, why not? It was the only cherry she had left, wasn't it?
"Turn over on your belly," he told her hoarsely. "Now fold your knees under you so your cute fanny is sticking up in the air. That's right, honey. Just stay there now."
He knelt behind her luscious bare ass, playing with her cheeks for a minute while his cock grew brick-hard. He spread her cheeks to gaze at her tender, tiny ass-hole, so vulnerable and helpless and dainty-looking.
Then Bob dipped a finger into her juicy slit to make her moan, but he was only spreading cunt-honey on his fingers which he dabbed over the end of his bristling cock.
She didn't know what was coming, of course. It would be better that way so she wouldn't tense up. The deputy placed his engorged knob against her tiny ass-hole, clutched her hips very tightly and took a deep breath.
Then he rammed home in a vicious thrust.
The breath was completely pushed out of Vicky's lungs so she couldn't scream. She could only move her lips in agonized silence, cry helplessly and shudder insanely as his mammoth burning cock slammed deep into her squirming hot bowels, where it throbbed and pounded with merciless fury.
"Sorry, kid," Bob gasped, "but couldn't resist your ... mmmmf! Shit, that's hot and wild, Vicky. Couldn't resist your beautiful little ass, honey! Wooowwww!"
If her pussy was luscious and her mouth a blazing, greedy tunnel of lust, her ass-hole was sheer boiling heaven. Bob made an effort to control his thrusts as he began fucking her trembling ass with wild groans, but the hot slippery channel sent fantastic waves of excitement through his rod, even though Vicky tried desperately not to move.
She clawed at the rug tearfully and issued a series of short, sharp screams as the battering torture in her tender ass became swifter and more brutal. Her mind reeled from the searing pain and she prayed she'd faint as the sensation of having a red-hot poker thrust up her naked ass became more intense than ever.
"Hot, lovely ass!" Bob grunted, gritting his teeth as the fiercely exciting sensations tore through his pounding cock. He'd taken Debbie so many times this way that her golden ripe ass had finally lost its juicy thrill, but Vicky's ass was pure ball-tingling cherry.
The cabin now became an echo of anguished cries and feverish grunts together with the lewd slapping sound of Bob's sweating crotch slamming into Vicky's naked cheeks to a quickening rhythm.
He was ripping in almost to the hilt now, ignoring the young girl's pathetic cries, driven by raw lust, each lunge more savage and excited until his come started spurting out in thick short bursts, like an obscene machine gun spitting its final load.
Beneath the sheet of blazing pain in Vicky's tender ass was the first faint hint of pleasure as his cream spattered in her bowels to sting and trickle. She'd get used to it, all right.
She'd learn to love it and crave it someday, too, very, very soon....
And not from the deputy sheriff, either.
Finished with his final violent lunges, Bob slipped his raw dick out and leaned back on his elbows, gasping for breath. He rubbed her quivering ass-cheeks softly.
"Sorry about that, honey. If it wasn't me, though, it would have been somebody else. With a beautiful ass like yours, you'll never be safe."
Sobbing, Vicky turned over but her eyes still gazed at him with worship. He was the first, and for the rest of her lust-crazed life he would always be the first.
"My ass feels like chopped liver." She sniffled.
"Speaking of asses," the deputy said with growing anxiety and standing up, "we'd better get ours moving, Vicky, before your father comes out here looking for us."
They were both dressed in two minutes flat. Vicky got the books she'd deliberately left at the cabin earlier that week, and minutes later they were cruising the highway back to town.
During the ride, Bob cautioned her again about secrecy. Almost calmed down from her frenzied excitement, she nodded seriously and he felt reassured.
The sheriff was waiting for them at headquarters, his steely eyes hard and glittering. "Where the hell have you two been? Why haven't you answered my radio calls, Bob?"
Vicky interjected to say that he'd driven her out to the cabin to get her books.
"Well, hell, that doesn't take an hour and a half," Ed snapped, his cold eyes never leaving Bob.
"First," Bob said casually, returning the icy stare, "the goddamn radio cuts out. It's working now but it wasn't earlier. Second, I had a flat and the car went in a ditch and I had a hell of a time getting it out. I tried radioing for help, but I guess you didn't hear me."
"Then how'd you get out?" the sheriff asked quickly.
"Three kids passing in a hotrod," he replied smoothly.
"Did you get their names and addresses?" Still the flat, hard eyes never left his face, searching, probing, utterly cynical.
"For helping me out of a ditch?" Bob laughed. "Shit, no."
"You're supposed to write a report on all accidents, you know that," the sheriff said harshly.
"I think it won't be fatal to bend the rules this time," Bob said, brushing past Vicky's father rudely to get to the coke machine.
Ed's eyes turned to his daughter now. There was a funny sparkle to her wide-set eyes, a flush to her skin. If that low-down sonofabitch so much as laid a finger on his precious Vicky....
He moved her over to a corner of the office and spoke to her in low tones, gripping her arm tightly, boring his gaze into hers in a way that used to make her cringe.
"Is that the truth, Vicky?" he asked. "Did he try anything?"
"Try what?" Vicky said, looking baffled. "Gosh, Dad, everything he said was true! Bob wouldn't try any funny stuff with me. He's really a nice guy."
Slowly, he released his grip, satisfied. Vicky would never lie to him. Still, the incident rattled the sheriff so much he decided to hell with postponing her initiation into the hot truth about sex.
Tomorrow was C-Day ... Cherry Day. Not tonight because that lusty librarian had drained his best, popping his load with frenzied hunger. Tomorrow, Vicky would learn what life was really all about, Ed told himself.
But what Vicky hadn't already learned that afternoon from his deputy, she'd learn in the early, torrid hours of the morning from her own mother, while the sheriff was unexpectedly called to duty.
So for all his wanton, grandiose dreams, the hard-driving, savagely fucking, icy-hearted sheriff was going to be third in line. And the tough, brutal cop wasn't going to like that at all. Especially when he was going to witness the hottest, most obscene action between his ravenously hungry wife and luscious young daughter without warning....
CHAPTER SIX
The call came at two-thirty the next morning.
Val rolled over sleepily and mumbled into the phone, then shook Ed by the shoulder violently until he groaned and took the receiver.
Suddenly he was sitting up, wide awake and alert, barking into the phone. Two minutes later he was completely dressed and moving out the door.
Although he didn't bother to tell her, Val overheard enough to realize there was a major accident, a two-car head-on collision near the edge of the county line, which required his presence.
Wide awake herself now, she sat up in bed and lit a cigarette in the semi-darkness, thinking hard. At dinner that evening, watching her flushed, excited daughter, Val was certain her husband had taken Vicky's cherry. There was something so outrageously different about her, as if she were ready to burst with an inner secret, that Val was dead-certain.
They were the same symptoms Ed had observed earlier that day in his office, but he didn't have a woman's sharp sensitivity, especially a mother's.
Particularly a mother who wanted her daughter's hot cherry for herself.
Yet, something didn't quite fit. Val noticed there didn't seem to be any triumph in her husband's eyes, no victorious smirks or secret eye-messages to Vicky, so now Val was confused.
She was positive Vicky had lost her cherry, but not nearly as positive that Ed had taken it.
Then who?
Moving leisurely, the dark-haired swinger got out of bed. Ed would be gone for at least ninety minutes, which gave Val plenty of time to find out, and just enough time to do some lewd exploring herself.
Wearing a negligee with nothing beneath, she padded down the hallway to her daughter's bedroom and quietly opened the door and slipped inside. She moved to Vicky's bedside and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Vicky's hair.
The girl moaned and stirred in her sleep.
Val noticed that Vicky was sleeping naked tonight, probably because it was so warm. Her silky, budding breasts jutted out and when she stretched, Val held her breath and gently rolled the taut nipples in her fingers.
The girl's eyes flew open, startled.
"Oh it's you, Mom! I thought I was dreaming."
"Dad had to leave on a call," Val explained. "I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd come to bed with you for a while. Okay?"
"Sure, Mom," she said innocently.
Quickly, Val stripped naked and crawled into the warm bed beside her nude daughter. She faced Vicky, holding her in her arms, their hot tits rubbing together, their steaming crotches coming into contact. In spite of the fact that this was her own mother, Vicky moaned softly and shivered.
Val resisted the urge to confront Vicky with her suspicions right now. It would only tense her up and put her on the defensive. Later on that.
Val ran her fingers down Vicky's smooth back and lasciviously caressed her ripe naked ass, tracing her fingertip along the crack, twining one leg around Vicky's. Very gently she began to make fucking motions against her daughter.
"What ... what're you doing, Mom?" Vicky whispered, a fierce stirring beginning to spark in her loins. Val's cunt was hotly soaked and when she undulated it against Vicky's tingling pussy, the girl began to tremble wildly.
"Don't resist and don't argue," Val told her in a husky commanding voice. "Mother knows best."
The switchhitter began inching down against Vicky's hot nakedness, burying her face against the girl's swelling tits, clutching one breast firmly in her hands and tonguing and teasing the delicious burning nipple.
"Mom, don't!" Vicky whispered urgently. But the wild, teasing ripples of pleasure coursing through her tits and ass while her mother sucked and lustfully stroked brought sharp sobs to Vicky's throat. At this moment, this young teenager was both terribly confused and intensely aroused.
Her delicious sucking and fucking session with Bob the day before had started a constant blaze roaring in her young loins, and almost anyone could touch her and make her tremble fiercely with anticipation.
Especially her own sexy mother.
"Mom, why are you doing this?" she moaned, tears coming to her eyes. She made no effort to push her mother away, however. Val's burning lips and obscenely stroking fingers were kindling the wildest blaze of her life in Vicky's pulsating cunt, and she automatically spread her moist thighs wide.
Her mother's mouth was down at her belly now, and Val was hunching her shoulders beneath Vicky's satiny thighs, lifting her naked, luscious ass in her hands. Having been eaten for the first time only the day before, the madly exciting associations of those first shattering climaxes now tore through Vicky's hot blood and her cunt was already beginning to spasm in reflex and ooze honey.
She raised her knees high and held her breath, her mind whirling with confusion and shock and shame, as well as maddening excitement. Her own mother was going to go down on her!
Between her fragrant thighs, Val licked her aching lips and gripped Vicky's ass so fiercely that she couldn't wrench free. God, it looked fantastically delicious! A delicate pink feast, throbbing and dripping and beckoning just for her, the sweetest little pussy in the world because it was her own daughter's. Even if someone had gotten to it first, no one in the world could compare to Val at this, her magnificent specialty.
She was going to give her daughter the most intensely thrilling, hotly explosive, nerve-shattering blowjob of her life.
"Hang on, sweetheart," Val whispered, her eyes blazing in the semi-darkness of the bedroom.
Then with a deep moan, the swinger crushed her mouth to her daughter's juicy, boiling cunt, ramming her tongue deep to scoop up the nectar, suddenly kissing and sucking and lapping in a frenzy of ecstasy to make the teenager thrash and scream in stunned delight.
Never had any of the scores of hotly sucking pussies Val had dug into over the years triggered her delirious hunger like this indescribably delicious feast. Not only was Vicky one of the youngest and most beautiful girls she'd ever eaten, the fact that she was her own flesh and blood, her own darling daughter, drove Val to begin coming madly all over the bed while she sucked Vicky off with ravenous pleasure.
The same strange impact was racing through the teenager's fiery blood. Being sucked off by her own beautiful mother! It was so forbidden, so shocking, so guilt-ridden and utterly obscene, Vicky's fierce excitement was compounded to a feverish pitch.
The girl was screaming joyously now as her first orgasm tore through her throbbing pussy. She dug her heels into her mother's bare shoulders and swung her ass in a frenzy, jerking at Val's long hair with her fingers. With guttural moans of lust, Vicky fucked her mother's face to a savage tempo as another hot orgasm ripped through her inflamed cunt.
She'd been dreaming of Bob eating her pussy when her mother woke her up anyway, so she was primed before Val even got in her bed. But however glorious Bob's blowjob had been to her uninitiated pussy, her own mother was sparking incredible thrills in her slit, using her tongue like a furious whip, nibbling on her tiny clit-bud before snaking her long wet tongue lustfully up the girl's boiling ass-hole to make Vicky yelp with wanton delight.
Now both mother and daughter were erupting with come, Vicky gushing her young honey profusely into her mother's eager mouth while Val's cunt soaked the mattress beneath her, unable to wait for the actual thing.
There was nothing in creation that could fire the swinger's blood like sweet, hot young pussy, and once she locked her mouth to one, the National Guard couldn't tear her off. Since this juicy rosebud belonged to sweet Vicky, Val used every cunning trick in her vast repertoire to thrill and arouse her.
From the crying girl's squirming ass-hole to her luscious cunt to her sensitive clit-bud, Val traced a teasing path of lewd fire, until the pounding urge in her own pussy became too much for her.
She shifted her naked body around the bed in reverse with her dripping thighs looming over Vicky's face. In her daze of excitement and inexperience, at first Vicky didn't understand. But as Val nudged her silken nest close to the panting girl's mouth, Vicky knew what she wanted at once.
She clutched her mother's hot ripe ass in her eager fingers and tugged down, finding Val's steaming pussy with her own mouth. A low scream erupted in her throat when the squirming flesh first made contact, a cry of unashamed lust. It was nothing like Bob's pungent prick, but still, it was slippery and sweet and raw with obscene heat, grinding lasciviously into her mouth so that Val's juices were smeared all over the girl's face.
Now mother and daughter rocked in unison on the mattress in feverish sixty-nine, lips sucking madly, tongues slithering deeply and greedily, fingers exploring each other's asses and thighs and legs in frantic passion, each gushing their climaxes into the other's mouth with violent lunges.
What Vicky had discovered just a day earlier was torrid sex with the deputy sheriff, hot and exciting, an adventure into the grown-up world of lust. What she was now learning was something completely different, and devastating, because she would never be the same after this. Already she was craving more of her mother's fiery juice oozing into her tingling mouth, thrilled as her mother's ripe, sweating tits dug into her belly, delirious as she rammed her tongue up her mother's churning ass-hole, all the while coming in shattering waves as Val sucked her off with every fiber of her passion.
Her corruption was far from complete, but it was a hell of a beginning.
Ten minutes later, Val disengaged herself from Vicky's ferocious grasp and rolled over on her back, gasping for breath. Incoherent whimpering sounds came from Vicky's throat and she continued to come for a couple of minutes, stroking her own throbbing pussy with hot fingers.
While Vicky was calming down with shuddering breaths, Val padded to her bedroom and got the immense dildo, strapping it on tightly. She might as well go the whole route while Ed was gone, give Vicky the ride of her life before her father got to her with his colossal, greedy cock.
She hurried back to Vicky's bedroom, where her daughter lay sobbing and twitching and panting on her bed. Vicky's eyes widened enormously when she saw the huge dildo.
"Oh Christ, Mom, what's that?"
"Won't hurt you, baby," Val told her in a soothing voice, climbing on top of the girl's trembling flesh. For a minute she kissed her daughter passionately on the lips, teasing only her cunt-lips with the gigantic head of the cock.
Then Val switched it on and cautiously inserted the knob of the humming monster into Vicky's tight pussy. The girl gasped and quivered wildly, clawing her mother's back.
"Oh, Mom! Oh shit, honest, it's too much! Unnnngh!"
"You'll stretch in a minute, baby," Val assured her tenderly, fucking her naked daughter with very slow careful strokes. The transition took place in about a minute. Vicky began moaning deeply and rubbing her moist palms in a frenzy over Val's back, raising her knees high for deeper penetration. She shook her head deliriously from side to side, unable to express the shattering thrills she felt in her silken cunt, the quivering mounds of the giant dick tingling wildly against every particle of nerve-screaming pussy-flesh.
The swift, violent events of the past few hours were almost unbearable to the sensitive teenager, first getting eaten by and losing her precious cherry to a deputy sheriff and now being savagely shocked and thrilled by her own depraved mother, every gland and nerve and cell in Vicky's tender young body quivering insanely as Val pumped deeper and deeper with the mammoth prick.
Then Val hit the red button.
Instantly Vicky's naked body shook like a leaf in a hurricane as the most unbearably exciting shock jolted through her tender, inflamed cunt and raced to every inch of her perspiring body. Her nipples tingled wildly and her toes curled and she tried desperately to scream her bliss but couldn't find her breath.
As feverishly tempted as Val was to hold the jolting button down-her vicious streak never failed to come out, not even with her own helpless daughter-she released it just in time.
But that ten-second luxury left painful teeth marks on Val's shoulders and red trails on her back that looked like a road map of lust.
Vicky was quickly turning into a mad animal now, the ruthlessly fucking dildo transforming her into an hysterical writhing maelstrom of sex, her newly unleashed sex glands blazing away in an uncontrollable fury.
The teenage innocent wasn't just being corrupted. She was being turned into a nymphomaniac by her own rape-crazed mother. A switchhitting nympho at that!
For a cunning pussy-eating expert like Val to go down on Vicky's tender cunt with every captivating trick she knew, and then to ravage the stunned girl with the dangerously designed prick, more an instrument of bizarre torture than ecstasy, was tantamount to playing pussy-roulette with her mind.
Now, just as Vicky screamed with a new explosive climax and shook her ripe ass furiously, Val deliberately switched off the dildo and withdrew all of it except an inch.
"Oh, Mom, no!" the girl wailed frantically. "Don't stop. I'll go crazy! I wanna keep coming, Mom! Fuck me, pleeeeeease!"
"First tell me something and make it the truth," hissed Val, watching her daughter's contorted face intently. "You lost your cherry recently, didn't you? Didn't you!"
Sobbing and trembling, feeling as if her fiery pussy would explode into a thousand fragments if she didn't finish coming, Vicky was in no position to lie.
"Yes! I couldn't help it, Mom, I was too hot!"
"To who?" Val asked quickly, a stab of jealousy and rage sweeping through her blood. "Who was it?"
"Bob, Dad's deputy! At our cabin on the cliff ... Fuck me now, Mom, hurry! Eeeeeee!"
Savagely, Val pressed the red button and rammed the monstrous cock deeply into Vicky's tiny slit. But after fifteen seconds she regained her shaky control and released the shocking current, leaving her daughter a whimpering, twitching mass of raw nerves, a mindless fucking machine that couldn't stop.
Debbie's husband! Of all the goddamn luck, seethed Val. While she and her husband were teasing and raping Debbie, her husband was taking their daughter's priceless cherry! But as angry as Val was, she couldn't fail to see the humor in the strange situation. Christ, when you got right down to it, she and Ed deserved it! At least the lewd swinger had the dubious consolation that it wasn't her husband who had beaten her to Vicky's sweet cunt.
Now Val resumed pumping into Vicky with slower, more tender strokes, avoiding the risky red button to let Vicky get her rocks off in a breathtaking series of orgasms. You couldn't blame the girl. She'd been ripe to the point of bursting. Of course if Ed found out, it was all over for Debbie's husband.
But as Val stroked the gigantic rod lustfully inside her wailing daughter's furiously sucking pussy, and her mind searched all the angles of the situation, she could find no profit in telling her husband about Bob. It would lead to violence, for certain. They already had Bob's wife, the tawny, hot-pussied blonde, on the hook.
And Val herself found the idea of making it with Bob intriguing. He was a good-looking stud, well-built, and well-hung as far as she could tell.
No, the safest course would be to keep quiet about it and let Ed think he'd taken Vicky's cherry himself. Val would coach Vicky on how to act when he screwed her, how to shriek with pain, and he wouldn't suspect a thing. He was hardly qualified on a technical basis to find out if Vicky was a cherry. She could have broken the thin membrane in her pussy by masturbating, as most girls did.
So while the dark-haired switchhitter continued raping her own thrilled and dazed daughter to a feverishly obscene rhythm, as her mind sorted and probed all tue selfish angles of the complex situation, she didn't hear the downstairs door open.
Or hear footsteps on the stairs.
Or know that, in about one more shattering minute, all her devious and cunning plans were for nothing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The accident on the coast highway was a tattered twist of metal, with both drivers D.O.A. The traffic was light, though, because of the early hours of the morning. The sheriff had only been there two minutes before one of his deputies broke the news to him:
"Uh, I know you're not gonna like this. I mean, I know you're gonna think this is the dumbest thing you ever heard...."
"What the fuck are you babbling about?" Ed barked irritably. The bodies were still sprawled around, not an appetizing sight, but the sheriff was totally untouched by it. Here today, splattered tomorrow, was his motto.
"Well, the camera, Sheriff. Garvey didn't bring his camera."
"What?" According to department rules, that wasn't dumb. It was impossible!
"He didn't bring it because it was stolen out of his car, Sheriff," the deputy said nervously.
"A camera was stolen out of a cop car?" Ed said bitingly. "You want a fucking armed guard for a sheriff's car?"
"It must have happened earlier, Sheriff, when he was around the beach today."
"When will Garvey be back with it?" the sheriff snapped, looking around at the various cars and the ambulance.
"He didn't leave to get it, Sheriff," the deputy mumbled miserably. "I think he's trying to borrow one from the city cops or the ambulance."
Ed stared at him with icy eyes. Asshole-morons! You had to take pictures immediately! They were evidence in court. You couldn't move a cigarette butt from the scene without taking a picture of it.
It turned out that Garvey was unable to borrow a camera, because no one else had one. Now he faced the Sheriff's wrath, trying to shrink into nothingness.
"I'll bring back my own fucking Polaroid," Ed snarled, going back to his car. "Don't move anything. Don't piss, don't breathe 'til I get back, ass-holes!"
His white Buick U-turned and careened down the highway, lights flashing but without a siren. Shit, the road was deserted anyway. He'd decided to get it himself because he was savagely pissed at being awakened from a sound sleep. That stacked librarian had really whipped out the energy from his balls. Besides, he enjoyed driving at night, because it gave him time to think and it cleared his head.
But underneath, he had a funny feeling about his wife and daughter, particularly Vicky. He couldn't put his finger on the sensation, but all his sharp cop instincts built up over the years told him to double-check back at his own house.
A lot of cops developed that kind of sixth sense over the years, only this time wasn't one of those warning alarms that went off in the back of your mind when you smelled disaster. This was just an uneasy, whose-trying-to-fuck-me-behind-my-back feeling of pure suspicion.
He parked halfway down the block so his car wouldn't crunch gravel in the driveway. Walking fast and soft-footed for a man his size, the sheriff slipped in the front door of his house.
He was halfway up the stairs when he heard the soft wild screams and hot groans, and his blood began to seethe with dangerous fury.
Moving very quietly now he slipped inside the open doorway of his daughter's bedroom. In the semi-darkness he could clearly make out his naked wife on top of his teenage daughter, raping her with that goddamn King-Kong dong.
Two things happened simultaneously: A wild rage exploded inside the sheriff, and at the same time he felt the most savagely hot excitement of his life rise up in his loins, filling his huge rod with a massive rush of blood.
She'd beat him to it, the treacherous bitch! Taking their own daughter's cherry first! But the sight of his sleek naked wife obscenely fucking his sweet, softly curved daughter was undoubtedly the most lustfully stirring spectacle of his long and jaded life.
He stepped inside the bedroom and slammed the door shut with a loud crash. Instantly Val froze in mid-stroke and jerked her head around. Her face was chalk-white. Beneath her, Vicky's lust-glazed eyes stared at her father in stunned disbelief.
Slowly, Val disengaged herself from her daughter's fierce embrace, slipping the dildo out to make the girl yelp. In silence, she unstrapped the monster from her waist and tossed it aside with a long sigh of resignation.
She walked up to her husband, searching his face carefully, trying to gauge how furious he was, noting the wild excitement with satisfaction, but seeing too that his eyes blazed very dangerously.
"I couldn't wait," she said in low voice. "Sorry, Ed."
His right hand, huge and powerful and as tough as steel, Val knew, itched violently. One sudden backhand from him would send her sprawling across the room and very likely break her jaw.
But, staring into his steely burning eyes, she knew he wouldn't hit her. He could kill a man with his bare hands and forget about it an hour later, but for some perverse reason the sheriff could not hit a woman. He could, and did, find a hundred other ways to torture her, though.
He shoved her aside roughly and went over to the bed. Vicky trembled feverishly, staring up at him with shocked wide eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered.
He licked his lips, running his eyes over her lush, budding tits, now swollen with raw desire, down over her gently rounded belly, lingering hotly on her silky tangle of soaked cunt-hairs and tender thighs. The most eager hard-on of his life pounded and boiled in his pants.
Without a word, the sheriff quickly stripped.
Shivering on the bed, Vicky watched her father with both a deep fear and a tremendous anticipation. No matter what anyone thought of the brutal sheriff, knowing he was tough, vicious, dangerous, vengeful, with the constant disposition of an irritated rattler, no one could deny he was a man. With his immense prick looming out, a drop of cream seeping from the crimson knob, Vicky couldn't help comparing him to the deputy she'd lost her cherry to. Bob seemed like a handsome but harmless schoolboy when she saw her own ruggedly muscled, immensely hung father.
Before he mounted Vicky, Ed shot an ominous look at his naked wife, who stood a few feet away from the bed, watching with glittering eyes. Val knew what the look meant: How dare she introduce their innocent daughter to sex with an artificial prick when he had the real thing to offer, not a goddamn battery-operated phony?
Now the sheriff climbed on top of Vicky, who shivered with eerie suspense. Still feverishly primed from being lewdly raped by her mother, her pussy still hot and throbbing and dripping with eagerness, Vicky parted her thighs wide and held her breath.
Ed gripped her swollen tits in his hands and eased his thick rod inside her silken depths. Vicky hugged it tightly in her cunt and sucked in her breath. She wrapped her legs around her father's waist and held onto him tightly, as if she were going on a roller-coaster ride.
Then the sheriff began fucking his daughter with a powerful driving rhythm, jolting thrills ripping through his meat as Vicky's tight, luscious pussy shuddered and squirmed with delight. Her hips began swinging in unison to his relentless lunges.
Pounding deep into her tight, juicy slit, Ed could only gasp and groan with profound excitement. He'd never kept track of the girls and women he'd screwed over the long, strenuous years, but nothing, absolutely nothing, not even his wife Val in her hotly sexy prime, could match his own luscious, fiery daughter for sheer, hot, passionate, ball-tingling, breathtaking cunt.
"Daddy, I'm coming! Oooooo, cominnng!"
It took a supreme effort of will for the sheriff to hold back his own explosive load at that moment. Vicky's madly heaving tits rubbed feverishly against his broad chest, her ass wriggled deliriously in his hands, her cries of bliss rang in his ears and her boiling slit thrashed with pure obscene rapture on his pumping prick, making all the other endlessly hot, eager pussies seem feeble by comparison.
Sitting on the edge of the bed now for a close-up view, Val moaned with her own furious excitement. The depraved, utterly beautiful spectacle of her husband having raw, torrid sex with their young daughter was far more lust-inspiring, far more madly arousing than she'd ever imagined.
She groped down to clutch Ed's huge balls in her fingers and gently hefted and squeezed while craning her neck down to suck on Vicky's ripe little tits, driving the girl into a frenzy of sobbing joy.
Between Vicky's fiercely sucking cunt and his wife's coaxing fingers, the sheriff suddenly found himself starting to spurt his jism in heavy torrents. Wild moans came from Vicky as the cream tickled and tingled and spattered deep in her writhing pussy, and her cunt-honey gushed feverishly in response, until she was completely flooded with juices.
The sheriff rolled over on his back with a long sigh, his naked daughter moaning on one side of him, his panting wife on the other.
His rage at Val was fading quickly now. Hell, what was done was done. At least she'd kept it in the family.
Her pussy still restlessly aching for more, her satiny skin on fire with endless excitement, Vicky huddled down between her father's hairy thighs and kissed his semi-limp cock eagerly. He was stiff and pulsing with lust in less than a minute, and Vicky began sucking him off with crooning sounds, her fiery lips sliding back and forth on his rod to a wanton tempo.
The sheriff gripped her head tightly in his hands and gasped, realized that in spite of her inexperience and crude hunger, she was just like her mother, a natural cocksucker, with a born talent and hunger for oral sex.
Now Val crawled down behind Vicky's ripe, swaying ass and clutched it in her fingers. She showered lewd kisses over the hot cheeks, tracing her burning tongue-tip along the delicate crack of her ass. Then she swiftly snaked her tongue up her daughter's tiny ass-hole and Vicky wriggled in obscene rapture.
Quickly, Vicky's bedroom became a strange symphony of hot lust as the teenager whipped her greedy mouth up and down on her father's massive rod, while her mother lustfully darted her tongue inside Vicky's wildly pulsing ass and lapped in a fever of excitement, moans and gasps and grunts echoing loudly in the room.
Watching his wife go down ravenously on his beautiful daughter, the sheriff realized they'd found what they were so frantically searching for all these years, the ultimate triangle, the perfect threesome, the nightly orgy that would appease the obscene fire in all three of them.
Only for a moment, while Vicky kissed and sucked and frantically licked his pounding rod, only for a brief period did he think of the accident out on the highway, or concern himself with the fact that they were patiently waiting for him to return with a camera so they could remove the twisted wrecks of metal and life.
What the hell, if he'd learned anything by being a cop for fifteen years, it was that you let the dead bury the dead, The splendor of life was for the living, in the fiercely lewd joy of spurting your hot load into your own daughter's juicy mouth, watching your sexy wife thrill her frenzied thighs at the same time, all three of them coming at once.
But if the tough cop decided he'd solved his own problems, with typical selfishness and ruthlessness he'd left a trail of twisted destinies and bizarre sex-lives in his brutal path. There was Bob's wife, the tawny, sex-obsessed blonde who'd been turned into an eager switchhitter and nympho by both the sheriff and his wife. And then there was Jenny, the statuesque librarian, whose lust was now running completely out of control, triggered by the sheriff's callous and savage passion with her. like ripples from the center of a violent wave, strange and grotesque events were spreading across the small, outwardly quiet town.
If the sheriff knew what was going on in the lush librarian's tortured mind at that moment, even his jaded and cynical mind would have been shocked.
And flattered....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bob gave no hint to Debbie that he knew about her secret clashes with the sheriff when he got home that night. She did seem different to him, though, glassy-eyed, moving around in a daze as if she'd just been raped by a stampeding herd of bulls.
He didn't know about her wild session with the sheriff's wife, or the monstrous dildo, which actually was equivalent to a herd of snorting bulls.
Nor could the sexy blonde possibly know he'd been going at it strenuously with every inch he had with the sheriff's luscious daughter.
One thing Bob did know, however, was that the tawny little bitch was going to get it that night, in faster, harder, hotter, and more vicious ways than she could dream.
Usually, when it was Debbie's night off, they had dinner, watched TV, and put in an arduous two or three hours of raw, exhausting sex.
Tonight was Debbie's night off-for which she was sincerely grateful, because she could barely sit anyway after being vengefully raped in the ass by the sheriff's wife-so they followed their customary pattern.
Only this time when they stripped naked for bed, Bob had already removed his Sam Browne belt from his uniform pants. He ordered Debbie to lie flat on her stomach with her ripe ass bared. She hesitated, uneasy at the tone of his voice.
"I'm not up to any imagine screwing tonight, honey," she told him. "I'm sort of tired."
Watching her though narrowed eyes, naked with his long hard-on quivering out, Bob wound the buckle section of his thick leather belt around his fist, leaving a tail of about two feet.
"I'll just bet your cute ass you're tired," he said sharply. "How many times did Ed plow you there, you little whore?"
She gaped at him, startled. Christ, he knew about the sheriff! But did he know about the sheriff's wife?
"Ed didn't lay a finger on me today!" she said truthfully. "I swear he didn't touch me today, Bob."
He caught the subtle trap at once. "Not today, probably, but how about the rest of the time, you slut? Get on your belly, fast!"
Seeing the violent gleam in his eyes, Debbie obeyed, trembling from head to toe. Mingled with her stark fear was a delicious excitement as she recalled the massive burning pain in her tender ass earlier today, lewdly inflicted by Val. It had sparked her deepest lust, got her rocks off so wildly she'd never forget it.
Now her husband began swinging the thick belt viciously, bringing screams of anguish from her lips. Yet with each brutal lash of fire across her satiny cheeks, a tremor of depraved bliss shot through her loins too, a vivid recall, of her hot, violent anal rape.
With each furious lash of the belt, Debbie got hotter, more frantically aroused, her cunt throbbing eagerly for action. Even Bob was startled at the way she reacted to her whipping. She was wailing and shaking all right, but goddamn if she wasn't excited too!
When her golden ass had turned to a glowing crimson, he flung the belt aside and mounted her quickly, ramming his huge dick savagely into her burning ass-hole. He started pumping as cruelly as he could, thrashing deep into her hot squirming wetness, her wriggling cheeks intensifying his animal excitement.
"Yes, I love it!" Debbie sobbed, clawing at the mattress beneath her and lurching up to meet his pistoning rod so that his meat stung viciously deep. "Yes, fuck me harder, harder! Oh Val, Val, I'm gonna come! Val, I'm commminnng!"
Bob froze in mid-stroke, wondering if he heard right. She repeated the name again and again in her lustful frenzy, thrashing her naked ass madly beneath him, until he was forced to finish his rape, compelled by the juicy tightness and boiling heat of her frantic ass-hole.
She came along with him, softly screaming as his jism gushed in sharp hot spurts in her bowels. Then Bob quickly slipped out his dick, grabbed Debbie by her blonde hair and brutally jerked her head around to face him.
"What the hell do you mean, Val? That's Ed's wife! How could she screw you there? How could she screw you at all! Answer me, goddammit, or I'll chain you down to this bed and whip your ass 'til it's dog meat!"
Sobbing in pain, Debbie told him about the sheriff's wife in halting, graphic sentences, leaving nothing out. When she was finished, Bob let go of her and slowly climbed off the bed, shaking his head in disbelief, lighting a cigarette while he tried to digest it all.
He tried to sort out in his mind the whole depraved mess. First, the sheriff had been screwing his wife on the side for some time now behind his back. Then, earlier today, the sheriff's wife-that hot, sexy bitch he'd been eyeing for months himself-had seduced and raped Debbie herself, an encounter that his lust-crazed blonde wife readily admitted turned her on tremendously.
While he was taking the cherry of the sheriff's daughter.
"I guess you're really mad at me, aren't you?" Debbie whimpered on the bed, her ass tingling and glowing with hot, eerie happiness.
"Well, I'm not exactly thrilled about your screwing the sheriff," he snapped. But the idea of Debbie and Val in action together sparked his imagination and a fresh hard-on stirred in his blood.
Knowing what he knew now, it wouldn't be very hard to get a three-way going with himself, Debbie and Val. He knew for a solid fact that Val had been screwing around on her husband with men, so she must be a switchhitter.
The idea of screwing the sheriff's wife as well as his luscious daughter seemed to balance the scales out very nicely.
Thinking about the sultry switchhitter and watching his own wife's ripe, soft curves at the same time made Bob's long cock quiver and leap.
He leaned back on the bed.
"I want one of your super-specials," he told Debbie, guiding her head roughly down to his cock. "And then tomorrow morning I want you to call up the sheriff's wife and have her come over here for lunch. I'm going to be the lunch and you two are going to be the dessert. Now suck!" Debbie obeyed with a thrill of pleasure.
* * *
Henry Smith was a mild-mannered, completely calm and methodical man. If you burnt his toast for breakfast, he would absent-mindedly smile at you. If you stepped on his toe, he would mumble apologetically for letting his foot get in the way. It was theorized, but not proven, that if you kicked him in the ass, he would offer to shine your shoes.
Thus it was that Henry was highly pleased to have a wife like Jenny, the town librarian. like himself, she was sane and sensible and soft-spoken. She dressed modestly, spoke quietly and properly, and made no animal demands upon his limited sexual interests.
The perfect soul-mate.
On this Saturday night, Henry had gone to an informal faculty affair, leaving Jenny at home. It seemed that his wife was privately tutoring one of the schoolgirls in town, which Henry thought was extremely considerate of her.
But Henry was at the social affair for no more than thirty minutes when he discovered, with typical absent-mindedness, that he'd forgotten to bring his carefully prepared paper on Adolescent Attention Span, something he regarded as shockingly deficient. Most adolescents these days seemed more fascinated by dope and sex and beer than poetry and languages and art.
Rather than call his wife and disturb her tutoring, Henry decided to make the quick drive back to his house himself and bring back the paper so he could read it to his captivated friends.
He drove back, entered the house and found the downstairs empty. Frowning, he cocked his head and listened. It seemed as though someone was shrieking upstairs. His heart beating nervously against his ribs, Henry wondered if he ought to call the police. Maybe it was just a recording of an opera played by Jenny. People in operas did shriek, quite often, from broken hearts and the cruel twists of fate.
Taking a deep breath, Henry decided to find out for himself. He crept softly up the stairs, the yelps growing louder. They were definitely coming from the guest bedroom! Outside the door he paused, sweating now. He griped the knob, and in a burst of rare courage, flung open the door.
What he saw made his mind reel, his blood pound and his eyes bulge all at once.
"Oh, my God," he cried. "Oh, Jenny! Oh, dear!"
"Oh, shit," Jenny muttered with disgust.
His voluptuous brunette wife, whom he had trouble recognizing at first, was wearing what appeared to be a police uniform! Only it wasn't really a police uniform. It was more like the one the sheriff wore, gun, boots and all.
It had quite a few differences, though. For one thing, the shirt was unbuttoned down to the waist so that her magnificent creamy tits jutted out. For another, the pants were crotchless, because Henry could clearly see her dark tangled pussy-hairs, wet and glistening.
About six inches from her crotch was a naked young girl, kneeling before his wife. Jenny had a short-handled black whip in her hand, and the girl's tender ass had red welts across it.
The girl, whom Henry recognized to be from his school, hardly an innocent since she had a reputation as one of those awful "swingers," was gaping at Henry in shame and horror, blinking her eyes rapidly.
Even with Henry's normally unsuspecting mind, he had to assume the most shocking thing of all: The redhead had been eating his wife's pussy while Jenny had been lording it over her and whipping her naked ass at the same time!
"Tutoring," Henry whispered in a daze. "You said you were tutoring her!"
"I didn't say in what, did I?" Jenny said, her manner quite composed and cool. "I think, Henry, it's time you learned the harsher facts of life. Shut the door and come in, darling. Lisa and I are going to introduce you to a whole new world of fun and games. Well, don't stand there like a gawking idiot! Get in, or get out for good!"
Henry blinked his eyes, wondering if she actually meant what she said. Leave Jenny for good? His sweet, intelligent, soft-spoken, poetic wife who could discuss Shakespeare for hours?
In every mouse lies the sleeping courage of a lion. His bulging eyes going from his obscenely sexy wife-to the naked, wet-lipped girl kneeling before her, Henry took a deep, deep breath and made the bravest decision of his sheep-like life.
He closed the door behind him, and took a timid step toward the lusty pair.
He took his jacket off, and instead of folding it neatly as he always had since he could remember, Henry tossed it scornfully on the floor.
He put his hands on his hips, remembering how John Wayne spoke in his last movie when faced with two dangerous killers.
"Deal me in," he said hoarsely. "Who wants to get it first?"
Jenny smiled at him tenderly. The mousy little sonofabitch had a set of balls after all....
