A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
The people within a particular society usually are well aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main characters of this novel.
Karen Edmonds and Sally Wittaker are women possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control their lives and lead them to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal behavior time and time again. In their search for physical satisfaction, the fiery women are helplessly driven to take their pleasure where they can-risking everything for the promise of gratification.
WIVES IN HEAT-the story of women tormented by their needs and the fear that they are abnormal. The tale is a lesson to our society, and food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The van in the driveway of the neat white house said, Johnny's Lightning TV Service, and Johnny Edmonds had to grin as he rang the doorbell. His partner Al said the TV actually stood for Tit-Vagina service. A nice, easygoing guy, Al, a true buddy.
And Al's wife was a frantic little piece of ass too, Johnny mused as he rang the bell again.
It was easy to see why Al insisted he was a happily married man, and agreed to let Johnny take most of the out-calls while he manned the shop. Hell, it wasn't Johnny's fault that Al's plump-breasted, juicy-assed young wife liked a little wild action on the side. Of course if huge, brawny Al ever found out....
Impatiently, Johnny rang the bell a third time, hoisting his tool kit with one rugged arm. It was a bright sunny morning in Ocean City, and Johnny was curious to see what the Police Chief's wife looked like. Her voice on the phone had been husky but snappish as if she were used to getting instant service.
Fuck her, thought Johnny, deliberately taking time out for two cups of coffee before answering the service call. The new Police Chief of Ocean City was generally considered to be a mean sonofabitch, an import from the vice squad in San Francisco up north. And there were rumors that his wife had been a call-girl in the city once, an expensive one no less. But gossip ran like wildfire in a small, conservative town like this and you could ignore most of it.
But the moment the Chief's wife opened the door, Johnny decided the rumor was true.
"Well, it's about time," she said in her throaty voice. But her eyes raked over his lean muscled body with interest. "For Christ's sake, I've already missed one soap opera. What the hell else is there to do in this hick town?"
Johnny grinned and entered the house. "You could try embroidery, ma'am."
Deliberately, her shining brown eyes lingered on the huge bulge of his pants for a few moments and a soft shudder passed through her body. She was naked beneath her robe and she'd only been awake for half an hour, but she was already horny.
And there was something sexy about this hick with his sleek black hair and easygoing grin. Young, well-muscled, obviously hung like a bull, a country boy like Li'l Abner-only not dumb at all, judging from his sharp eyes.
They stood in the foyer, sizing each other up for a minute, Johnny's eyes taking in her lush rounded tits pressing against the robe, her curved hips above long legs. About thirty-five, he guessed, must have been a terrific knockout once, and she still was a gorgeously curved hunk, a luscious brunette. But her face had a hard expression, cynical, with a fuck-you smile on her sultry lips.
She'd been around and it showed.
"Where's the victim?" he finally said.
She led him into the living room, while he watched her luscious ass bounce against her robe. She'd already begun giving him a tremendous hardon, but Johnny firmly told himself, hell, no!
Not the Police Chief's wife, no goddamn way.
"All I get is sound and a snowstorm," she said. "If I wanted a damn blizzard for breakfast I would have moved to Alaska, right?"
"Your husband might not like that," Johnny said, switching on the color TV.
"Frankly," she said in a very soft voice, "I couldn't give less of a shit what he likes. Coffee?"
"Yeah, sure," Johnny said, unplugging the TV. He watched her leave, knowing her legs would be sleek and silken, hot and sexy locked around his waist. No fucking way, he told himself again, unscrewing the back-cover of the TV.
He already had more action than he could handle, with new prospects coming in every week. Half the housewives and working girls in this town were actually looking for it on the side, and by having Johnny come to their houses and apartments they didn't even have to dress up and go hunting for it.
No wonder Al called it a Tit-Vagina service.
That's how he'd met his own wife, Karen, a frantically passionate young blonde six months ago. He was in her apartment less than five minutes when they were screwing savagely, Karen whipping her juicy cunt with screaming ecstasy beneath his enormous prick. A month later they'd been married. At twenty-six, Johnny had had no intention of getting tied down, especially not with a racket like his TV Service.
But he'd gotten hooked on her fierce, slippery hot pussy, her wild, eager sexiness. They still screwed two and three times every night-in addition to all the hotly eager pussy Johnny got on the side.
At first, the rugged TV repairman actually tried to be faithful, but it was a virtual impossibility with all the juicy ass being thrown at him constantly. It wasn't just because he was good-looking and powerfully built. Johnny didn't have to be psychologist to figure out why women became so feverishly horny when he was in their houses and apartments.
It was their golden opportunity, their chance to let their hair down and screw to their heart's delight, because he was in their private territory and they didn't have to go out and play games to get some hot action. And they instinctively knew when they stared into his eyes he could be trusted. He wasn't about to go around shooting his mouth off, especially since more than half of them were married.
Just the other day an eager young redhead in an apartment complex had practically raped him, and afterwards said to him with a broad grin:
"So you're Johnny Lightning!"
The word had gotten around through the female singles' grapevine that he was ready, rock-hard and rip-roaringly hung, and he was amused to find out they called him Johnny Lightning behind his back. Not because he came like lightning-hell, he could fuck for a steady half-hour with ease-but because he was ready night or day to fix their throbbing wet cunts as well as their TV's on a moment's notice.
He could get his enormous rod up in a flash, like lightning.
And half the time there was nothing wrong with their TV sets. It was their aching pussies that needed fixing, that craved reliable servicing.
The Police Chief's wife returned to the living room with coffee for both of them. She put both cups on the low table before the sofa.
"Hey, ease up there, hot rod," she told him. "Come on over here and have your coffee."
"I charge by the hour, you know," he told her with a grin.
"So did I, once," she said in her soft husky voice. He settled beside her, lighting her cigarette with his lighter. She exhaled smoke through flared nostrils, her eyes gleaming on him with that unmistakable message. He'd come to recognize that look over the past five years of servicing a steady stream of frustrated housewives and eager working girls.
No possible way, he reminded himself grimly. He'd met her husband only once, but he didn't like those steely grey eyes or that tight mouth. The Chief carried a .357 Magnum, too-a hand gun that was actually a cannon. You could blow a goddamn elephant off his feet with one of those, Johnny knew.
Beside him, the Chief's wife sensed what he was thinking. She'd been married for five years, knowing she had to get out of the call-girl racket before it was too late. Her husband was a lieutenant on in the vice squad in the city, with a surprisingly sweet young daughter who was sixteen now. Sally would have left the sonofabitch years ago if it hadn't been for his daughter. She was genuinely fond of Lisa, more of a mother to her than her real mother ever would be.
Almost too fond of her, Sally thought with a rush of excitement. She'd played some biazarre games when she was in the racket, learning you could get your kicks from other girls just as passionately as with a man. Only different....
Just thinking about sixteen-year-old, lusciously curved Lisa was getting her unbearably hot now. Sally could feel her slippery cunt throbbing and seeping inside her robe. Jesus, this guy was hung! She could see his thick rod straining at his pants like an oversize salami.
Sure, it was dangerous-damn risky-to screw around on someone like her husband, but when you got down to it the cold-blooded bastard wasn't leaving her any choice. He was a hop-on, hop-off artist, getting his rocks off in less than two minutes. And she knew why he'd offered to marry her, too-she gave the most fantastic blowjob in the world. It was, in fact, her classic specialty in the trade. She used to get as much as a hundred dollars a session and her lips were practically a legend in San Francisco.
They said, with truth, that she'd teased more than one rich old client into an early grave with her fierce hot lips and tongue. Well, at least they went out in style, she thought with amusement, they died happy.
Once she got her ferocious mouth on a man's cock, he felt as if he were on a roller-coaster ride that was racing madly out of control.
And Sally knew how to go down on girls too, using every diabolical trick in the trade and inventing a few of her own.
Her tits were panting eagerly against her robe now and she could see his prick pulsing furiously against his pants. They were both thinking the same thing, except he was afraid. You only had to meet her husband once to know why.
Johnny had damn good reason to be, only Sally wasn't about to tell him that.
"Listen," she whispered suddenly, sliding her palm across his throbbing bulge and shivering with wild excitement. "There's nothing to worry about. He never comes home before six, never. I want it, and you want it, so let's quit playing games."
Before Johnny could say anything, she'd stood up and slipped off her robe. She tossed it on the floor and he sucked in his breath. Jesus! What tits!
They were lush, creamy mounds, massively panting with swollen desire, their dusky nipples fat with lust. Beneath a narrow waist, her hips curved out sensually and tapered down to long silken legs. Her thick tangle of cunt-hairs was dripping wit urgent excitement.
She knelt between his legs, her eyes blazing on his bulge. She talked in an urgent whisper as she unzipped his fly and uncoiled his pounding meat in her fingers.
"Ah, that's a beauty!" Sally murmured as his cock quivered wildly in her caressing fingers. "I ought to know, honey, I've seen enough of them." Her wild eyes locked onto his for a moment. "Listen, if I blow you will you be able to come again afterward? I need this everywhere, for Chris-sake-I'm so horny I could explode! Can you?"
The last of Johnny's determination to play it safe crumbled as the moaning brunette flicked out her long burning tongue against his crimson knob, just a lashing tease to lap up the thick drop of cream oozing out of his prick.
"Count on it," Johnny groaned, cupping her head in his hands. A moment later, the naked Police Chief's wife had grasped four inches of his boiling meat lustfully in her burning mouth and had sucked so furiously that Johnny almost came on the spot. It was no more than an obscene preview, though.
Kneeling between his legs, Sally began to give the TV repairman the most passionate, unforgettable and spine-tingling blowjob of his entire life.
"Jeeeeeezus!" Johnny panted, clutching her head tightly in his hands, not even bothering to lunge in her mouth. "Oh, wow, hey, lady, woww! Ummmm! What a fucking-unnnnnnnnnf! What a blowjob! Whew!"
Although she was actually only thirty-four, Sally had been sucking off boys and men for more than twenty years-since she'd reached her thirteenth birthday. And the major reason she was such an artist and gave such a wildly exciting blowjob was her unashamed love of the task.
The Chief's stunningly curved wife would rather go down on a man-or a luscious girl-than go shopping for mink. Her very soul was in her lips and frantic long tongue, in her juicy tight mouth, as she ravenously slid her lips back and forth on Johnny's throbbing dick. Low moans of animal bliss came from her throat, as she whipped her mouth expertly-now sucking savagely, now pausing only with her lips on his knob and flicking her tongue-tip against his prick-head-to make him groan with lust.
And while the madly excited brunette lavished the best of her oral ability on Johnny's long, quivering rod, she held the base of his cock firmly between her thumb and forefinger. Not painfully tight, but just tight enough to control his ejaculation. She didn't want the handsome TV repairman to shoot off his burning jism in her mouth just yet. Sally wanted to savor every throbbing inch of his prick in her hungry mouth.
"Kee-rist, lady, that's too much!" Johnny gasped when she suddenly ripped her teeth gently cross the surface of his boiling meat, then capped the thrill by licking his red crown furiously with her hot tongue. "Fantastic!"
Johnny knew he would have shot off into her mouth minutes ago if it hadn't been for her vise-like grip on his dick. He'd had more than his share of torrid blowjobs from eager girls and horny housewives, but the Police Chief's wife made them all look like Girl Scouts-even his own sexy, hot-lipped wife.
And Karen gave a terrific blowjob, her tight, frenzied mouth almost as fiercely exciting as her hot, gushing cunt, but the softly-curved blonde was still no match for the ferociously sucking brunette.
Every thrill was different as Sally sucked and lapped and kissed his colossal hardon, pausing every minute or so to nibble on his swollen knob with dainty, tingling bites, then ramming as much of his thick meat as she could into her mouth.
The brunette was deliberately giving him her super-special, using her wanton lips and tongue with such lascivious skill that when he finally got his rocks off, it would be a violent explosion of come spurting in her eager throat, a torrent of creamy jism. She was teasing herself as much as Johnny, working herself up to a tremendous pitch of excitement, to an orgasm that would leave her gasping madly when she finally rammed his immense rod up her aching cunt.
Sally had been seething with lust for weeks now, ever since they'd moved to this hick town from San Francisco. Her selfish husband never bothered to see if she got her rocks off any more. In the city she'd been screwing one of his best friends, a vice detective, two or three times a week. Now she needed a reliable, thrilling hot cock here in her new home, and judging from the lustful power gorging her mouth, she'd sure as hell found it.
Although she was so feverishly hot she would have loved to ram his massive prick brutally deep in her pussy the moment she saw Johnny, she'd decided to hook him with her super-special. If she could get him to come by just twice a week, it would take the harsh edge off her profound sex-drive.
When she felt his burning cock quiver ominously and grow rock-hard, about to spurt, she gripped it even tighter in her fist. If she hadn't been in such a damned hurry, she would have slipped his pants off first so she could lick and suck on his balls, give him a bonus. But from the grunts and groans issuing from his chest, he wasn't exactly falling asleep.
There were those who said Sally's lengendary mouth was wilder, tighter, more satisfying than any pussy, so juicy and exciting that certain of her wealthier customers-when she was in the trade-flew all the way from the East Coast just for one of her super-specials. She had an awesome reputation in the city.
Now Johnny sucked in his breath as another shock-wave tore through his long prick as Sally sucked on it with electrifying power. He knew nothing about her lengendary background, but he did know she was driving him crazy with the most fantastic blowjob of his life. And he couldn't come!
He reached down to grasp her panting hot tits, stroking their velvety naked heat in his lusty fingers. A tit-fuck if he ever saw one. Her creamy mounds were designed to be straddled and fucked-like every inch of her statuesque body.
What the morning brunette was doing to his boiling rod now made him grit his teeth and roll his eyes. She swirled her long, fiery tongue in rapid circles around his prick, first clockwise, then counterclockwise, then she sank her teeth into the very tip of his knob, just enough pressure to spark jolting thrills, and flicked her blazing tongue-tip against the tiny slit in his dick-head.
Johnny shook his head in disbelief. The whole sensation was like having his prick trapped in a wet electric socket, while shocking currents rippled through his helpless meat. And it wasn't simply the mechanical movements, the cunning tricks she was using. Her mouth reeked with raw lust, with sheer obscene sex, with naked greed as she worked it on his cock with delicious excitement.
Now the madly aroused brunette felt her cunt throbbing hotly, and the familiar tingle started at the back of her throat, the craving for his pungent hot cream gushing into her mouth. It was time to let him get his rocks off.
But still Sally sucked in a fever of hunger, her mind whirling with all the strange cocks she'd ever sucked, with all the spurting torrents of jism racing down her eager throat over the years. A psychiatrist once told her, after she'd given him a ball-busting blowjob that left him gasping like a fish out of water, that she was orally fixated. The term made her laugh.
She only knew that since that night, twenty-one years ago, when she'd crawled into bed with her father, she wasn't content until she was nestling a huge hardon to her cheek.
Her father had done nothing to stop her as she began nibbling on his gigantic prick with fascinated curiosity. She blew her father three times in a row, madly excited at the strange, salty taste of his come in her mouth. Then he took her cherry and she cried for an hour, but she learned to love that, too. Christ, her father had a whopper, though!
After that night, Sally started blowing every boy she could, neighbors, schoolmates, the entire basketball and football team, all out of sheer excitement and pleasure. She was fifteen years old when she realized she could start charging for her obsession, and ever since she'd charged what the traffic would bear. But she still loved cocksucking for the sheer joy of it, loved to hear them gasp and moan and whoop when she pulled all her lewd tricks.
Then at nineteen she'd been eaten out by her first woman, a beautiful housewife who'd picked her up in a department store, brought her home to her house and sucked Sally off until she thought she'd die of pure happiness. Only after she'd returned the favor did Sally realize she loved to eat pussy every bit as much as devouring a huge prick.
"Jesus, gotta come soon!" Johnny groaned, shattering her reverie. "Hey, lady, I'm going nuts! How about-unnnnnngh!"
Quickly, Sally released her fierce grip on the base of his rod and began jerking his meat in her hot fist rapidly while she sucked in a frenzy. His prick hardened and swelled to mammoth proportions and then he was bursting his tangy thick come in great torrents in her eager mouth. Whimpers of delirous excitement came from Sally's throat as she gulped his hot cream down, and the familiar tremors of bliss shuddered through her lips and tongue and throat, a tiny orgasm. If her pussy could come, she'd discovered long ago, her mouth could too!
With a final greedy suck that drained his last molten drop, the panting brunette quickly rose.
"Undress," she said urgently. "Hurry up, I'm so hot I could faint!" She kept talking in a low excited voice while he stripped, her fingers feverishly stroking her moist thighs, her eyes blazing on his lean body.
"Christ, I need a decent fuck!" she whispered.
"It's only been weeks but it seems like years! I'm used to heavy action, a lot of heavy action, stud. I've been going crazy ever since we moved to this one-horse town."
The moment he was naked she stepped up to him and seized his semi-stiff prick, stroking it lovingly in her fingers and teasing her dripping cunt-lips with his knob.
"A beauty," she whispered with lewd burning eyes on his. "You've got a real killer there! Do you know what I'd like?" Her eyes blazed obscenely. "I'd like to ram this hunk of meat right up my hot ass! You'd like that too, wouldn't you? And you'd love to fuck my tits, I can tell. But those will just have to damn well wait, friend, because right now I've got the hottest pussy in town!"
She smiled to herself as his prick became stiff and gorged with blood once more. The words always turned them on, always got them smoking hot, an old trick of the trade. If she'd known why he was called Johnny Lightning she wouldn't have wasted her breath, though. The fact was, Johnny's cock never really went down, always surging and throbbing with primed readiness, always eager to find a target. Which was why his young wife, the sexiest and most sought-after blonde in town, was so crazy about him. And why Johnny's Lightning TV Service was the busiest in the entire country, although it was hardly the biggest.
Still, even as Johnny's long rod leaped and quivered with excitement when she teased her juicy cunt-lips with his crown, a rush of uneasiness swept through him. The hot, luscious brunette gave a fantastic blowjob and if she could screw half as well, he'd have nothing left for his frantic wife tonight. But what really worried him was that he kept forgetting who she was-the wife of the Police Chief of Ocean City, a cold-eyed bastard who could conceivably walk in the door any minute, in spite of his wife's insistence that he never came home before six.
He sometimes wondered how many husbands who never came home before dinner suddenly got the wild urge to knock off a piece from their wives in the middle of the day. And came charging through the door, crying "Surprise!" only to find they were on the receiving end of the surprise.
A .357 Magnum left a very large hole, he had heard.
But once again it was too late to back off. The moaning, panting brunette had flung herself back on the sofa with her thighs spread wide to expose her eagerly sucking slit. One long leg raised high to rest on the upper rim of the sofa, the other drawn up at the knee. Her fingertips brushed her pussy-lips and she shuddered, looking beautiful and wildly obscene at the same time.
"Fuck me," she begged, already undulating her hips. "Come on, honey, I need it! Want every fat beautiful inch, hurry now, stud, come on, shove it, aaaah! AAAH!"
The moment he'd climbed on top of her Sally seized his fleshy rod in her fingers and guided his prick deep inside her pussy. A wave of intense excitement rippled through Johnny's loins when her cunt clasped his cock in a boiling spasm.
"Jesus," he gasped, "that's wild, lady! Hot damn, what pussy! Mmmmm, oh, shit, this is gonna be great, ungh!"
Like her wanton burning mouth, the brunette's juicy slit gripped and sucked on his meat with feverish power. Moans of lust rolled from her lips as he began fucking her eager pussy with hard lunges of his hips. Slippery, fiercely squeezing, boiling hot, the Police Chief's wife used her greedy cunt as if her life depended on this one violent merger, as if she hadn't had a huge thrilling prick in years.
Sally's naked white flesh began shuddering from head to toe as his massive rod worked slowly deeper inside her throbbing slit, as Johnny's shaft began to gorge her aching crack to the very hilt.
"God, I could fuck forever!" the brunette hissed, swinging her lush hips to a slow dreamy rhythm. She sank her nails into his broad shoulders and rammed her mouth to his, snaking her long tongue deep. She dug her swollen, burning tits feverishly into his hard chest and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back.
The TV repairman fell into his steady, lunging pace, so familiar to frustrated housewives and hot young working girls around town. He knew he wouldn't have any trouble staying with her this time, not since her frantic mouth had taken the sharp edge off his excitement. But her pussy was like her mouth-full of sudden tricks and surprises, languid thrills and sharp jolts of ecstasy.
For the first time in his life, at the age of twenty-six, Johnny Edmonds discovered something amazing-the wild-eyed, hot-breasted, sultry-lipped brunette could fuck, really fuck like no other woman he'd ever had. The Police Chief's wife didn't just swing her pussy and whimper and shimmy her hips-she fucked with every fiber of her being, every silken inch of her flesh, every single muscle of her slippery tight cunt shuddering and rippling and flexing in perfect unison.
"Jee-zus!" he exclaimed, shaking his head as a terrific new thrill shot through his prick when Sally abruptly swung her lush ass in wide circles, her pussy hugging his rod in sharp wriggles.
"Lady, can you fuck! I mean, wow, you can really FUCK! Oooooh, shit! Ahhhhgh!"
The rugged TV man had to admit his own wife's boiling slit was just a little tighter and more luscious, more wanton and blazing, but nevertheless the passionately moaning brunette was the wildest fuck he'd ever had in his life. If she was a prostitute once, she must have been expensive as hell, and she must have enjoyed her work completely.
The truth was, Sally found herself growing hotter and more urgent over the past couple of years, as if she were running out of time. She knew she had at least ten years of smoldering sex appeal left, but after that she'd be worried.
The old cliche about older women being more grateful was the living truth. Every wild fucking session-at least when she cheated on her husband, which was as often as she could-was more feverishly exciting, and more lewdly satisfying. Blowing Johnny while he still had his clothes on had once again triggered that obscene thrill of a quickie.
"Ahhhh, fuck me, darling!" moaned Sally, swinging her ripe hot ass furiously in his hands, knowing from the wild groans and gasps he was issuing that she was still better, still hotter and more deliriously passionate than her younger rivals. His fleshy rod was batering her silken cunt savagely now and with each thrust a breathtaking friction exploded in her clasping pussy. She squirmed her sweating tits violently to his chest and raked his bare back with her nails, soft screams signaling her first hot orgasm.
Once, she could screw without betraying a flicker of emotion, when she'd first begun selling her fiery slit only to high bidders. But now she was thirty-four and she desperately needed a massive prick driving deep inside her aching pussy, had to have sex like a drug. Her cunt gushed steaming honey all over his cock and Sally sank her teeth into his shoulder to muffle her wanton scream as she came again, more furiously.
"Fuck me, faster," she panted a minute later, her pussy spasming and thrashing on his relentless rod. "Wanna come again, honey! Ah, your cock, I love it, want it up my ass! Mmmm!"
Her entire body was covered with a sheen of perspiration now, from the tips of her tingling fat nipples down to her curled toes. She'd begun to love it with all her passion shortly before she gave up selling her luscious cunt, and she knew she was ready to quit when she started giving it away.
Pounding deep inside her fiercely sucking pussy, Johnny held on, but it wasn't easy. Her cunt sucked and clasped and squirmed like wet fire on his cock and now if he had to choose between her blazing mouth and wild slit he'd be at a total loss. She was a fantastic fuck, feverishly hot, madly swinging, using her silken pussy-walls to massage and coax and thrill his meat, leaving a trail of welts and bite-marks on his bare shoulders and back.
His wife always thought they were hers the next morning.
"Can't-oooooh, what juicy cunt! Can't hold back, honey," he gasped, feeling his balls tingle f sharply.
"Then shoot it in me!" she demanded, whipping her boiling crotch in a lewd fury on his rod. "Come on, get your rocks off, stud! Unnnf! Love to fuck, need it, hurry!"
He came in thick spurts that stung and tickled her throbbing cunt-walls with a delicious fire, and the moaning brunette milked him as dry as a lemon-pip with her frenzied pussy. Finally she released her fierce grip on his limp rod and he quickly withdrew it, heaving for breath.
"Lady, you're something else," Johnny panted, staring down at her lust-contorted face.
"And you ought to know, right?" she grinned at him. Her fingers caressed his soft cock. "I'll bet you get a hell of a lot more than your share of hot little girls, don't you, Johnny? How would you like a blowjob from me every day?"
Oh-oh, Johnny thought, smelling trouble. She was trying to set him up steady on the side. If the torrid, wildly sucking brunette had been anyone in town but the Police Chief's wife, he wouldn't hesitate.
But hell, he had enough trouble, if that's what he wanted. His partner's wife was always after him, ever since he'd screwed her one night when Al was out of town, but he'd played it safe so far. In fact, he'd just decided today to concentrate on nothing but single girls. Hell, there were more than enough of those around, and they were almost all invariably horny.
But once the brunette had gotten her blazing lips on his prick, it was over. He didn't know she frequently went down on her husband the moment he came home, while he still had his grim uniform on. And Sally did it for her own pleasure, not his.
In less than two minutes, his rod had stiffened once more beneath her hot velvet fist.
"Stand up," she said urgently. He got off the sofa and Sally climbed off too, then went to the end of it. She bent her soft belly over the armrest, so that her creamy lush ass jutted out in obscene invitation. She spread her legs wide, with her toes touching the floor.
"Gimme your cock, quick," she said. She grasped it firmly and dipped it inside her drenched pussy, rubbing it up and down to smother it freely with her honey. Then with feverish breathing, she nudged the head of his throbbing dick squarely against her tiny asshole.
"Okay, ram it home, shove in every inch, I love it this way-unnnnf! Jeeeeez, that's a whopper!"
But Sally hadn't lied when she said she loved it in the ass. Now as Johnny's enormous cock plunged deep in her steaming bowels, Sally began to wriggle her ass in a lewd dance of pleasure, grinding her cheeks back so far she felt his balls against them. She could climax just as easily with his huge rod up her asshole as in her eager pussy. She'd screwed so many men so often that she craved variations of any sort, but especially a thick cock jammed far up her tender tunnel.
In fact, Sally had gotten so jaded with normal screwing toward the end of her career, she'd turned to young girls in a frenzy of hunger, sucking them off voraciously until they pleaded for mercy. Her husband didn't suspect she was a secret switch-hitter and Sally had never told him. But more and more lately, she'd eyed her stepdaughter, sixteen-year-old lovely Lisa. And they were so fond of each other, more like sisters than stepmother and stepdaughter.
She was certain this wanton screwing session with the hung TV repairman would calm her seething sex-drive down, so she'd stop having fantasies about Lisa.
Now, as Johnny's thick meat drove deep in her thrashing asshole, Sally clawed at the sofa beneath her and started having a series of shuddering orgams.
"Shoot your jism up my ass, hurry!" she whimpered, her pleasure intensified by the feel of a young powerful cock in her pussy, instead of her husband's. The Chief was only forty, but the more Sally aged, the younger she wanted her sex partners.
Between the panting brunette's obscene gasps and moans and Johnny's loud grunts of pleasure as her writhing hot asshole clamped and spasmed on his rod, neither of them heard the front door open and the person in sneakers stop at the doorway to the living room. Nor did they see sixteen-year-old Lisa, because they both faced the other direction, Johnny plowing deep into her creamy naked ass as he stood behind her.
The girl gasped and put her hand to her mouth, while her eyes widened incredulously on the spectacle before her.
Her first reaction was numb shock. Her second reaction was an eerie thrill of excitement. Although the schoolgirl was still a virgin, she'd seen pictures of naked people in various obscene positions.
But the pictures were not even pale echoes compared to the real thing. It was her own stepmother-whom Lisa loved in a way even she didn't understand, although she knew part of it must be because feared and mistrusted her father so much-her own closest friend huddling naked over the living room sofa, with a powerfully built stranger fucking her lewdly in her beautiful ass. Lisa began to feel the roar of a tremendous excitement sing in her blood.
She never realized how intensely sexy her stepmother really was until now, how gorgeously curved she was naked. For a full three or four minutes Lisa watched in breathless silence. She'd run home from school on her lunch-hour, something she hardly ever did, to get some money from Sally for shopping purposes after school.
Trembling with obscene excitement, Lisa tore herself away from the groaning, panting couple and left the house as quietly as she'd come. Her mind whirled in a daze, not so much because her stepmother was screwing around on her father. Even at sixteen, Lisa sympathized strongly with Sally and knew what her background was. And since her father was a cold-hearted bastard, Lisa could hardly blame her beautiful stepmother for seeking an outlet for her healthy sex urges on the side.
What confused and deeply bothered Lisa was her own reaction to what she'd seen. Her pussy now throbbed hotly, eagerly as she returned to school. The man had a tremendously big cock, and the lewd way in which he drove it brutally into Sally's plump, eagerly quivering ass brought strange new feelings to the surface of her tender flesh.
She locked herself in a girl's toilet stall and breathlessly lowered her panties. Sitting on the seat, Lisa began to fingerfuck her tight pussy with a single finger, her budding tits panting furiously as she worked herself up to a blazing tempo of excitement. She'd been masturbating for over a year now, and all her fantasies had been childish. But now she'd seen the real thing, and at first Lisa pretended it was her own cutely rounded ass he was pumping savagely into, but she realized that would be awfully painful.
So she pretended it was her cherry and quickly she was coming, straddling her soaked finger in short urgent jerks, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Then Sally was holding her tightly, both of them naked in her mind, their tits crushing together and then it was the sensuous brunette fingerfucking Lisa in her imagination and she began coming feverishly with low moans in the toilet stall, the erotic, obscene images in her impressionable young mind making her blood sing and her tight little cunt tingle fiercely.
She went to her class a few minutes later with flushed cheeks, her pussy humming hotly.
She realized only slowly, with a great shock, that she wanted sex desperately with Sally, wanted her stunning stepmother to masturbate her while she sucked on Sally's gorgeous white tits.
She did not realize, in her innocence, that Sally had feverish and obscene fantasies about her.
Nor did she begin to suspect that the switch-hitting, violently passionate brunette had so much raw and lustful experience with girls and women, she could turn Lisa on until she was deliriously obsessed with that brand of hot sex.
When Sally went down on either sex, they didn't forget the experience for a long time. And she hadn't had a delicious young cherry in years....
* * *
Johnny finally got Sally's TV set fixed with a tube-replacement at two that afternoon. She fed him a huge helping of ham and eggs for lunch, with the obvious selfish motive of fueling him for one more strenuous stand.
He stubbornly resisted, saying he had to save something for his own passionate wife, but once Sally was on her knees and actually raping his helpless rod with her frenzied lips and tongue, his will turned to jelly. He finally got away from the insatiable brunette by promising to return in a few days.
He didn't think he would, but Sally knew damn well he would. She was wild, hot, vastly experienced, and could fuck with a smoldering passion that shamed women half her age.
In his van and on the way back to the shop, Johnny felt bone-deep fatigue, but it was the tiredness of profound satisfaction, of having been sucked off and fucked until he was practically dazed with Sally's greedy, exciting flesh.
He felt a rush of stabbing guilt once, when he thought of his wife. Poor faithful Karen, saving her precious tight prize for him while he screwed almost everything available in town. The guilt was followed by a flash of panic, when he realized his ass would be in precariously scalding water if the Police Chief ever found out about Sally and Johnny.
Or for that matter if his partner Al ever found out about his wife and Johnny. Al's wife had been annoying Johnny lately, calling him at the shop for sexy conversations right while Al was there, the dumb bitch. The only way she'd stop, she told him coyly, was if he consented to a rematch, which Johnny had no intention of doing, certainly not while Al was in town.
He had more than enough justifiable reason to worry about the Foiice Chief's and his partner's horny wives. But he had no reason whatever to worry about his wife's sex life.
The tanned, luscious golden girl of Ocean City was neither as simple nor as faithful as Johnny imagined, in his own sex-swinging arrogance.
Karen Edmonds was, and had been since the age of sixteen, a frenzied, raving nymphomaniac, but she concealed the fact from her husband with a great deal of cunning and maneuvering. She was not the sweet, innocent and yet furiously passionate young thing she appeared to be on the surface. She'd polished her act well over the years, so she could marry and still swing eagerly on the side.
Karen not only fucked like a minx, she moved like one, swiftly, gracefully, almost too fast to be seen, in one bed and out the other.
And she was not only a terrific piece of ass, she was also a deeply accomplished liar, a very ambitious secretary, and something of a secret historian.
Because Karen Edmonds had kept a record, in the form of a diary, of every boy and man she'd ever had sex with. Being a true nymphomaniac, she wanted to be able to pore over her diary and reminisce when she wasn't actually screwing. She loved to scrutinize the rows of names, with brief grade-marks and comments scrawled beneath. The thick diary made her feel more attractive than ever, infinitely sexy, and she relished every lay as though it were a glorious conquest and living proof of the hottest pussy in creation.
At that moment, Karen was licking her lips and feeling her thighs soak her panties as she gazed at the man who would be her next entry in her diary. He turned her on in an icy, sadistic way, but uniforms had always turned Karen on since she could remember.
The man was the new Police Chief of Ocean City.
CHAPTER TWO
The Bank of Ocean City was a hallowed institution, and the old, ornate building downtown had actually been a church once, which explained its sacred appearance.
The lobby of the bank was now teeming with almost the entire police force of Ocean City, less than a dozen cops. The last robbery at the bank had taken place thirty-five years ago-until this morning.
Two clear facts emerged as Chief Kurt Whittaker finally calmed the bank employees down to get their statements, The three robbers were longhaired, probably from San Francisco and high on drugs. And second, they were by now probably heading north, on the way back to the city. They'd escaped with a little over ten thousand dollars, and Whittaker, who'd immediately notified the State Police, was certain these rank amateurs would be caught. One of them carried a shotgun, and the Chief only wished he could take up the pursuit personally, although catching up with them on the crowded freeway was out of the question. They had a description of the car.
He'd never fired his Magnum except on the target range, but even that feel of the handgun kicking with enormous power in his hand almost enabled him to get his rocks off.
The Chief was in his element now as he strode briskly around the bank, making sure his cops were pumping witnesses for details. He knew he looked deeply impressive in his custom-tailored blue uniform and slick, gleaming boots and he wasn't surprised when a ravishing young blonde walked up to him and touched his arm.
"Chief, my name is Karen Edmonds," she said, flashing him a dazzling white smile. Nice lips, the cop thought with a tingle in his cock. Very nice body, softly rounded tits and ass, tanned legs, a real California pussy, trim, sleek, sexy.
"I'm not a teller," she explained, licking her lips in a way that reminded him of his wife. "I'm Mr. Johnson's personal secretary, but I think I can give you a very detailed description of the robbers."
Johnson was Bank President, the Chief knew. Too old to be cutting this stuff, so old he probably needed a portable hoist to get it up. He glanced at the wedding ring on Karen's finger, envying the lucky bastard who was pumping her. The Chief knew she could just as easily give her statements to one of his cops, but a sharp excitement in his loins told him there was something screwy about this one.
On the surface she was so clean and wholesome and radiant she might have been a Girl Scout. But her melting blue eyes were definitely giving him a very unwholesome message and from the way she darted her tongue out from time to time, rolling it around her lips, he could swear she was giving him a mental blowjob. Nothing too obvious, just a great many hints.
After all his years on the San Francisco Vice Squad, Whittaker had, like most cops who dealt constantly with the more sordid side of life, cultivated a deep cynicism and distrust of all women. His first wife had left him and his daughter to run off with a forger, a common criminal, which filled him with smoldering rage.
In turn, the Chief had gone and married the best-looking, most sensuous ex-call girl in the city, prodded by two major reasons. First, Sally got along terrifically with his daughter, who obviously needed a mother's touch. They were very fond of each other from the moment they'd met. Second, Sally gave the hottest, wildest blowjob in the world, a blistering job that always got his rocks off with explosive violence.
Whittaker's cold, calloused views toward sex-it should be quick, savage and without any frills-did not endear him to many women. But some women sensed his icy cruelty and for some reason were tremendously turned on by it.
A psychiatrist might have said such women were seeking punishment for imaginary sins and overpowering guilt, and when they looked at the steely-eyed, grim face of Kurt Whittaker they knew he was a punisher. Psychiatrists, however, got much of their knowledge from books and did not deal with acid-tongued whores, or teenage girls who were dinged out on drugs, or frantic nymphos or sleek housewives who ravenously sucked off tender girls.
Karen Edmonds was definitely turned on by the Chief, mainly because he was different from any man she'd ever met. Cold, tough, hard as granite, like a goddamn Gestapo officer.
It was clear from his bored, cynical expression he wasn't about to pant after her luscious ass like almost all the men the sexy blonde encountered. She would have to do the panting, and eager as Karen was to list him in her diary, she came on hot and strong, quick to meet the challenge.
The young housewife had no way of knowing he could easily see through her cute, coy game. After listening to her and observing her with narrowed eyes, Whittaker knew with solid conviction the wholesome blonde was a nympho, ready to fuck practically anything in pants-just once, for the feeling of conquest or to reassure herself her pussy was lined with gold.
For a few minutes, the Chief let her play her dumb game. Karen did not realize she was poking a tiger with a stick. She wasn't dealing with a horny young jock from a small California town. She was playing with a very tough and jaded cop who understood her thoroughly-and despised her.
To make matters more dangerous, Karen reminded him of his first wife when she was young, also a very wholesome, sexy girl when he married her. And also, Whittaker found out years later with vicious bitterness, a nympho who was screwing half the police department behind his back.
A shrewd psychiatrist might also have said Karen had a deep-seated feeling of guilt for her wanton sex-activity, for being promiscuous, and as a result was secretly seeking someone to cruelly punish her for her sins. As full of shit as psychiatrists frequently were, in this instance he would have been uncannily accurate.
The eager victim and her chosen tormentor homed in on each other like heat-seeking missiles.
"Gosh, it's almost lunchtime," Karen bubbled, licking her lips suggestively. She paused dramatically and with a bored expression the thief took the bait.
"So it is," he smiled in his thin-lipped way. With his crew-cut he looked more than ever like a Gestapo officer. "Why don't you finish your description over lunch, Mrs. Edmonds?"
"Why, I'd just love that," Karen gushed. "Be back in a minute, Chief. Just want to get my purse."
He watched her gorgeous ass ripple against the thin material of her knit-dress as she walked through the bank lobby, and his long cock began to pound relentlessly. Mouth, ass or pussy first? he wondered. Christ, but she reminded him of his first wife, that treacherous little cunt! A profound fury mingled with Whittaker's hot excitement. Same goddamn coy game, all sweetness and gushing girlishness on the outside, frantic little fucking machine on the inside.
He'd give her gold-plated pussy a lesson it wouldn't forget for a long, long time, he thought grimly, fingering the butt of his Magnum.
His place was out, since his wife would be home. The Chief had never figured out exactly what in the hell his sultry brunette wife did all day long while he executed the forces of law and order in this hick town. One of these days he'd just pop home and find out.
Karen returned with her purse and they went out to his unmarked car. "Your husband come home for lunch?" he asked casually.
Her tits began to past through her knit dress. "No, never. He's too busy."
The Chief nodded and started the engine. "We'll eat at your place, then."
Only for a moment did Karen open her mouth for a token protest. Normally she'd put a brief show of resistance for the sake of appearances before she stripped naked and began sucking and fucking with animal fervor. But it was so obvious this hard-faced bastard knew what she was up to, it seemed like an insult to his intelligence to go through the ritual. He was a tough cop, not an eager jock, and he'd been around.
"Put your hand on my cock," he said harshly as he drove.
Karen parted her mouth in surprise, but she quickly obeyed with trembling fingers. She liked being talked to like that, she discovered with a thrill. It made her feel weak and faint inside, and very helpless. Usually she had the upper hand with men and she knew it.
Not this time, and the experience was beginning to excite her feverishly in a way she'd never felt before. Her panties were almost soaked through with her hot cunt-juices. She always got primed in seconds anyway. His prick throbbed massively through his pants and she stroked it and squeezed its thickness eagerly as he drove, following her directions.
The Chief's lips tightened as she played with his hard rod. Her eagerness confirmed his opinion of her, a goddamn tramp in spite of her luscious, wholesome looks. Just like that frantically swinging little bitch, his first wife.
Her apartment, like her own appearance, was immaculately clean. Inside, she double-locked the door and turned to him, her eyes blazing with nymphomaniacal heat, her soft flesh trembling with urgency.
She pressed her panting full tits to his chest and wrapped her arms around him, grinding her steaming crotch to his throbbing bulge. .
His powerful hands clutched her lush tits and he squeezed, his eyes gleaming on her.
"Listen, you little whore," he said in a low ominous voice, "I know your type. I know what you need, too, and it isn't just a hot roll in the sack. I was married to a tramp like you once, and the dumbest mistake I ever made was being nice to her." He suddenly flung her away and began unbuckling his belt. "Get undressed," he snapped.
"Hey, take it easy," Karen said, frowning. "You don't have to-"
His vicious backhanded slap caught her by surprise, leaving her stunned, rubbing her red cheek.
"Strip," he ordered harshly.
Trembling with fear as well as lustful excitement now, the blonde took off her clothes. There were white bikini-marks on her plump, beautifully rounded tits and curved hips. Her golden pussy-hairs were moist. She stood before him, stark naked, feverishly hot and afraid.
"Born to fuck," the Chief murmured, his long dick leaping powerfully at the sight of her satiny ripe flesh. His own body was lean and athletically hard, his cock bristling above huge hairy balls. His first wife wasn't as ripely curved as the blonde, but she had a cunt like a mad animal in heat. Karen watched him with wide blue eyes as he unleashed his thick leather belt from his pants.
"Why-why do you need that?" she whispered, shaking.
"I don't need it, you do," he snapped. "Does your husband know you're a little whore? That you'd fuck anything in pants behind his back? Get on your knees, tramp. Down!"
Quickly, the blonde dropped to her knees before his looming red prick. Tiny purple veins throbbed obscenely along its length. She stared up at him with naked fear in her eyes, as the Chief wound part of the belt around his fist, leaving a long whip of over two feet. Standing over her, he trailed the leather end caressingly over her naked plump ass-cheeks.
And Karen suddenly realized she was terrifically excited by her helplessness. She'd never felt so humble or feminine in her life, like a sex-slave. She was used to having her ass kissed, not whipped. She was accustomed to having men trail after her gorgeously curved ass like puppies, not vicious hounds.
In the next shattering hour, a whole new vista of sex-thrills would open to the frenzied nympho, and the passionate blonde would never be the same again.
"Kiss my balls," the Chief ordered. "Lick 'em!"
Timidly, Karen hunched her mouth forward, lifted his pulsing meat in her fist and obscenely darted her tongue out to lap at his hairy testicles.
The tail of the leather belt rose and came down with fury on her naked ripe ass and Karen screamed, hot tears stinging her eyes.
"I said lick 'em, you hot-tittied whore! There, that's better, mmmmm, now suck on 'em. Good, better, yeah, now start sucking my cock, and I'll tell you right now, you'd better make it a hot job, lady, because I've had the best and I'm spoiled, see? I want the hottest blowjob you've got, you nympho-move!"
Again the whip tore at her buttocks and Karen yelped and shuddered with pain. Some profoundly deep craving for punishment was mingling with her obscene passion and she'd begun to look forward to the lash blazing across her naked ass as she devoured his cock.
His prick was like his personality, she thought feverishly as she whipped her mouth back and forth on his rod with excited moans. It was hard, unyielding, cruel the way he'd begun jerking his hips in sharp fucking motions and forced his huge knob to batter the back of her throat. There were no lingering, teasing thrills the way she loved to go down on a big cock, no delicate nibbling or gentle sucking, just raw brutal oral sex. He was actually raping her mouth now, occasionally stinging her velvety round ass with the thick belt, sharp jolts of agony that spurred her to suck him off faster and more lewdly.
"Eat it, you tramp!" Whittaker snarled, fucking her tight, juicy mouth with savage relish. She was clumsy compared to his fiercely sucking wife with all her dazzling tricks of the trade, but she was still exciting as hell, young lovely pussy whimpering with lust and fear. He brought the belt down again, and his prick surged and got brick-hard in her frantic mouth. He was serving a double purpose with the belt, venting his rage against his first wife for leaving him for a goddamn common criminal, (actually, the forger made very good money, more than the Chief did, and he was too cunning to be convicted,) and he was also getting her gorgeous naked ass hot for what was coming.
He was beginning to spurt in her fiery mouth now and wild moans came from her throat as she gulped his boiling cream down. Going down on a big cock had never really excited her half as much as furiously hot screwing did and now that this demand was out of the way, she was certain he'd fuck her. She knew that would be swift and brutal too and her pussy gushed juice in response to the idea.
She released his limp rod with a shaking breath and tenderly felt her raw ass-cheeks. The heat of the pain was reaching her loins, making her intensely aroused. And it would look very impressive in her diary, being whipped and raped in the mouth by the sadistic Police Chief.
There were times when her obscene diary excited Karen so much she was tempted to show it to someone else. But she wasn't the kind that kept girlfriends, almost always screwing their boyfriends or husbands at the first opportunity and then somehow letting them find out about it. A bitchy and unnecessary act, she knew, but she had to prove she could get anyone. Once she was even tempted to leave the diary, which she kept locked in a metal file-box in the closet, around the apartment casually or hide it so it could be found almost at once, just to let Johnny read it.
He'd be shocked and furious, of course, and then she'd beg him with tears in her eyes to forgive her, she'd never screw around again. And then they'd fuck for a solid twenty-four hours to make up. Then she'd propose what was really on her mind.
Karen knew damn well that Johnny was laying a lot of housewives, along with most of the eager young working girls, who called him Johnny Lightning. She knew that he was balling everything he could, including his partner's wife. Since Karen, also, was screwing a lot of married men, why didn't they try swapping? She'd go to bed with the boyfriends and husbands of the girls he screwed and they'd try swapping partners.
That way they could keep their action in the open, with mutual benefit. Karen loved games, and she knew that there were numerous games, swapping couples played. It was the perfect solution for keeping her husband and still maintaining a wild and exciting sex life. Because Karen had to have a constant variety of men, she had to feel that funny twinge of excitement every time she met a man and wondered if he was a real stud, if she could give him the hottest fuck of his life, if she could drive him up the wall with her lips and tongue and pussy and asshole.
Now, staring up at the Police Chief with tears of pain in her eyes as her ass throbbed furiously, Karen took his limp cock in her fingers without being told and began lustfully jerking him off, trying to get it erect again fast.
And he responded very quickly, not so much from her eager fist as from watching her tawny nakedness. It had been a long time since he'd had anything this young or luscious and his mind went as usual to his own sixteen-year-old daughter. But Lisa was an angel, she had the sexy promise of her mouth without the bitchy or sex-obsessed character. She was a virgin, he knew, and he wanted her to stay that way because there were enough tramps like the blonde at his feet to go around.
"Get over on your belly with your knees under you," Whittaker commanded. When she turned over on the thick shag carpet, his prick gave a tremendous leap. Her ass was deliciously curved, two stark-white mounds with her pink slit dripping beneath.
In order of preference, the ex-vice squad detective liked blowjobs from women first, their pussies second and their juicy buttocks last. Staring at Karen's lovely naked ass, he could barely decide. He tossed his belt aside and kneeled between her spread thighs, while Karen hunched over on all fours, panting eagerly.
"Where would you like it first, tramp?" he rasped, rubbing his boiling dick-head along the crack of her ass to make her shiver with excitement. "Pussy or ass? Don't be bashful, speak up, dammit!"
"My ass," Karen whispered, lying. She knew he'd purposely choose the other one and he did. She sucked in her breath as his hard burning rod slid deep inside her tight silken cunt. Gripping her silky ass-cheeks in his hands, the Chief began to piston his thick rod in and out of her fiery pussy, delicious jolts of excitement rippling through his cock as her succulent cunt squirmed and wriggled on it passionately.
"Oh, I-ooooh, that's a hot dick!" Karen moaned, slamming her ass back to meet his lunges. She was in her element now, doing the thing she loved more than anything else in the world, strenuous hot fucking. She somehow always felt empty and aching when there wasn't a stiff rod plunged deep in her throbbing slit.
She'd read that with most nymphomaniacs, the disease was basically emotional, that the violent need to constantly screw was usually a result of some traumatic event that happened in childhood. Sometimes a single rejection to a sensitive teen-age girl could tigger a furious response of fucking every boy she could, to prove she was still sexy. And it became a deep habit pattern, dominating everything else in their lives.
But the blonde knew that this wasn't true in her case. She had a very wholesome upbringing, losing her cherry to a boy in the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie. That's when she discovered she thrilled to the feel of a thick boiling prick deep inside her and began to crave it constantly, craving endless variety like a drug. With Karen, it was purely physical. She loved to fuck, was born to fuck, designed by nature to reek with hot sex appeal from her lusciously curved tit-mounds to her stunning ass to her sleek, tanned legs. She was an authentic screwing machine without any emotional problems.
Except for her newly-awakened desire to be punished ... But even that, the hotly aroused blonde knew as she swung her hips lustfully while the Chief plunged in powerful strokes to gorge her tight pussy, even this new urge to be tormented and punished was probably nothing more than a search for new kicks in sex, new channels of variety and excitement.
"Hot pussy, Jesus!" gasped the Chief, realizing she was tighter and hotter than his own wild life. Still, Sally's cunt was more exciting because of the way she used it, her muscular control like a silken, boiling trap. The Chief had had so much ass as a vice-squad detective in swinging San Francisco, he needed something special to get his rocks off. His sultry brunette wife could spark his fierce lust, and now this moaning, thrashing, feverishly screwing young blonde triggered it.
Karen reminded him sharply of his first wife, whimpering and hissing and groaning as she fucked beneath him, a hot silken animal who wriggled her juicy slit on him with lewd greed. And on anyone else that came along, her later discovered.
He was starting to spurt in her wriggling pussy now and Karen clawed at the carpet and writhed her naked ass in a frenzy of obscene delight. The first torrent of his jism fired her shuddering climax, the cream tickling madly in her sensitive cunt.
"Again!" she sobbed, grinding her soaked slit; on his deflating rod in desperation. "Fuck me again, please!"
And that sounded like his first wife too, the Chief thought with a stab of vicious anger. His icy eyes sought out his holstered Magnum on the floor. He reached over and got the handgun. The barrel was snub on it. First he made sure the safety catch was on.
Only a nymphomaniac who was deliriously aroused could get her rocks off on this, he decided.
"So you want more action, tramp?" He placed the barrel up against her weaving, dripping cunt-lips and suddenly slammed the gun forward. Karen screamed when she realized what the cold metal was.
"No, don't! It might go off!" Karen wailed.
"If it did, it would blow your brains out," the Chief rasped, "because that's where your mind is, up your pussy!"
Obscenely, he pistoned the Magnum up her narrow slit and the blonde sobbed and squirmed, unable to control her excitement. Still hotly aroused, her ass wriggling lewdly, she panted and moaned as the barrel of the gun rubbed and thrilled her pussy-flesh. It was the cruel humiliation that fired her lust as much as her smoldering loins.
She was being raped by a gun and getting off on it!
The Chief watched her pink cunt thrashing on his gun with disgust. Christ, she'd enjoy it if he rammed a baseball bat up there! But watching her luscious hot ass squirm and shudder, his cock once more began to rise. The truth was, he'd jammed the gun up her snatch as much to stall for time as to torment her. He felt ashamed that he couldn't get his rod stiff again immediately, knowing younger men could and did for the blonde.
She was whimpering and smearing cunt-honey over his gun now, churning her naked ass with rapid bliss. The Chief was fully erect once more. Quickly, he pulled away the gun and grabbed a ripe ass-cheek in each hand, kneeling behind her. He banged the crimson knob of his dick urgently, missing her little puckered anus the first time. When Karen realized her asshole was going to be ravaged this time, she eagerly thrust the tawny mounds out further.
A moment later Whittaker slammed into her hot ass and Karen cried out with depraved joy and gripped his throbbing prick fiercely in her gorged ass-crack.
"Yesssss!" she hissed, weaving her buttocks with lust. "Ah, I love it this way! Harder, Chief, deeper, unnnnnngh!"
He didn't need any urging. The feel of her steaming asshole writhing madly on his rod, the lush silky flesh of her cheeks beneath his harsh fingers, her helpless cries of pain and pleasure all fired to make him fuck her savagely.
He'd finally found Karen's superiority over his wife, Sally. Karen's mouth, as eager and torrid as it was, couldn't compete with Sally's expert lips and tongue. Her pussy, as wild and juicy and fiery as it was, was no match for Sally's electrifying, silken cunt. But her succulent tight asshole was something else.
"Christ, you hot bitch, your ass is-mmmmf! A fireball!" he grunted, stroking savagely deep in her tender anus. With each powerful forward slam of his rod, she emitted a sharp little cry and ground her ass-cheeks against his bushy crotch. She loved the blazing mass of stiff flesh punishing her narrow crack, reaching, it seemed, to the very pit of her belly, fusing a strange climax that only pain could trigger. And the thrill was more intense since he'd whipped her naked cheeks brutally with his thick belt, making them more tender and sensitive and eager.
He was erupting in her boiling bowels now, spattering his jism deep to sting and obscenely thrill her tortured asshole. Karen came with him, grinding her buttocks passionately to his crotch, squeezing his molten flood from his spurting prick with furious spasms of her anal muscles.
When he slipped out with a loud sigh, she continued weaving and jerking her ass. This was the part she loved best, feeling the sticky cream trickle in her bowels, a wet glowing that radiated to every inch of her trembling hot flesh.
The Chief realized he'd had it, with a silent curse. Staring at her tawny ripe flesh, her curved bare ass which still made its obscene begging motions, he tried valiantly to feel that sharp tingle in his cock, but it was useless.
He dressed quickly, the grim-eyed cop once more. Karen turned over on her back and watched him from the carpet with gleaming eyes. She was still aroused, yearning for more action, but it was clear this session was over with. And it wasn't just screwing itself she wanted, she craved the Chief's rough hands and brutal hardon ripping deep inside her, wanted to recapture that humble sex-slave feeling he'd sparked in her. The belt had stung terribly on her bare ass, but it had excited her furiously.
She was beginning to yearn for punishment in her sex.
He wiped her pussy-juice off his gun with a kleenex, shooting her a look of scorn as though she'd soiled his sacred scepter with her hot come.
"When will I see you again?" Karen asked in a whisper. It was something she rarely said to any man, except her husband. Once she had strenuous sex with a man, she went onto the next one without a backward glance. He became nothing more tha a brief comment in her thick diary.
But this Gestapo creature, with his hard eyes, his vicious hands and cock, and his thrilling belt, was excitingly different. On the mechanical end, he was no match for her virile husband or most other younger men. But he could humble her with a mere look of disdain, make her feel weak and groveling just by stroking his thick belt, a promise of pain she was quickly learning to hunger for.
"Maybe tomorrow," he said, bored. "Be here on your lunch hour."
Naked, she followed him to the apartment door where she rubbed her burning pussy feverishly to his holstered gun.
"Just a hot little tramp," he sneered down at her. His fingers found her ass and pinched cruelly. Tears came to Karen's eyes and she shivered wildly. Somehow the silken raw flesh of her plump ass had become super-sensitive to pain and the eerie desire to be whipped again seethed in her blood. None of the men she knew, least of all her own husband, would understand that. But the icy-eyed Chief did. He had what she needed, and he knew it too.
"I'll be waiting," the blonde panted, her eyelids fluttering as he harshly squeezed her swollen tits in his fingers.
"Don't hold your breath," he retorted and then was gone.
Karen called the bank and told them she'd had an attack of indigestion and wouldn't return to work that day. Then she got her diary from the locked box in the closet and lay naked on her belly on the carpet. She studied the previous entry, beneath the date. It was only three days before: Simons, Carl P., 28, bank guard. C plus.
Fucked him in his van during lunch hour. Poor bastard almost died of gratitude, ate my pussy frantically, came three times, once up my ass. Nice guy, but not worth another shot. Cock average. Then she wrote:
Whittaker, Kurt, about 40, Chief of Police, B plus. Forced me to blow him, whipped my ass with his belt, raped me with his gun, came in my ass-and I loved it all! Can't wait for the next time! He's a real bastard, just what I need. Ass-whipping turns me on tremendously! Will try to get Johnny into swapping very soon. Hear there's a lot of punishment-sex in those circles. Want to make it with a girl soon, too, just for the hell of it! Still hot and ready, dammit.
Satisfied, the blonde started to lock up the diary again and then paused, her heart hammering with excitement. If Johnny found the shocking diary, he'd know everything. He might walk out on her. But then again he might just turn on to the swapping idea and they'd be in for some terrific swinging ties. A very risky gamble, she thought.
As small and conservative as Ocean City was, there simply had to be swappers here. Hell, there were swappers everywhere in California. Once you broke into the circle and moved in that secret society, they seemed to crawl out of the woodwork, or so she'd been told by a guy she'd made recently who wanted Karen to swing with his wife. She'd been intrigued, but not enough at the time to do more than make vague promises. Now she wondered.
She decided on a half-hearted gamble, leaving the whole thing up to fate. She placed the diary beneath some panties in her dresser drawer. As far as she knew, Johnny never went into her drawer, but there it lay in case the urge ever struck him. That way, it was out of her hands. She'd have the thrill and suspense of waiting to see what happened, hoping, fearing, yearning, always aware that the diary could be found at any time.
Beneath the silly surface reasoning of her mind, Karen knew exactly what she was doing. Her husband would probably never snoop in her dresser drawer. But another woman or a girl would, eagerly, curious about the stud's young wife. As far as Karen knew, Johnny didn't bring girls back here, but she couldn't be certain. After all, if she could screw the Chief of Police up here, how did she know what Johnny was doing while she was at work?
For all she knew, Johnny was screwing the Police Chief's stunning wife all the while Karen was being ravaged in the ass by the Police Chief!
The silly thought made her laugh out loud. Karen drew a hot bath and lay back in the tub, obscenely caressing her pussy-lips. She'd get some nylon cord and buy a whip this afternoon. A black shiny whip was much more exciting than a leather belt, and she knew she'd tremble with feverish lust once she was tied down and completely helpless.
The transformation in the young nymphomaniac's life from raw, urgent sex to violent and bizarre new kicks was already beginning, triggered by the Police Chief's brutal passion.
And the sexy, eager blonde's secret desire to be tied down and teased and savagely raped would be fulfilled with shattering fury sooner than she could possibly realize....
CHAPTER THREE
The Chief of Police called his wife that afternoon and told her he wouldn't be home before ten or eleven. Due to the bank robbery, he would stay in his office waiting to hear the latest developments on the pursuit.
That left Sally and her sixteen-year-old stepdaughter alone in the house.
Lisa was unusually quiet during dinner, her wide dark eyes shining on her stepmother constantly. She couldn't look at Sally without seeing her naked again, her curved, creamy flesh trembling with wild passion as the stranger screwed her relentlessly. As an impressionable virgin, the obscene spectacle had a profound effect on her. She was at that tender age where emotions raised havoc, where simple affection turned into violent love in a matter of minutes.
Lisa had been ripe for sex for months now, and if the right boy or man had come along she wouldn't have hesitated to give up her cherry. And the taker would have been glad to get it. She was slender, but with plumply budding tits and a generously curved ass. Her sweet face was framed with long, shimmering black hair and her small mouth was already sensual, formed with lush promise.
She was not only an innocent cherry, she looked like one, which turned Sally on to the point of obscene fantasies.
Only one thing prevented the hot, switch-hitting brunette from seducing her stepdaughter, and that was stark fear of her husband. He was a mean sonofabitch to begin with, with the temper of a rattlesnake. And because he doted on his lovely daughter, Sally wouldn't dare actually try anything.
But it was impossible not to think about it. For one thing, it had been months since Sally had made it with a woman and she felt that restless craving in her lips and tongue, a sharp tingle of hunger, a powerful desire to go down on a sweet, silken cunt. Making it with a ripe, softly-curved and passionate girl fulfilled some deep lustful urge in her that a man simply couldn't.
When Sally was in the trade, she was in great demand from housewives, particularly society matrons who loved to suck her off, rather than the reverse. Tall, with superb tits and long legs, they frequently kissed every inch of her statuesque body before digging into her burning pussy with mad delight. This inevitably spoiled the brunette, since she was accustomed to a series of frenzied orgasms which only ravenous pussy-eating could give her. When men went down on her, it simply didn't do anything for her.
Only a woman could really appreciate the delicacy and exquisite heat and fragrance and passion of another woman's juicy cunt.
But in Lisa's case, it was Sally who desperately hungered to kiss every inch of her slender young body, to burrow her frantic mouth to Lisa's hot virgin cunt.
And she didn't dare, because of her husband, which left her tormented and aching around the sixteen-year-old girl.
After dinner, Lisa took a bath while Sally watched TV in the living room, chain-smoking with restlessness, reliving her torrid encounter of sucking and fucking with the TV repairman that morning. Christ, she needed that! The only thing in the world she needed right now to be completely happy was one wild sixty-nine with a sexy girl, say, a solid hour-the best of both worlds ... She sighed, trying to forget about the hungry torment.
Lisa came downstairs an hour later in her terry-cloth robe, scrubbed and fragrant. She curled next to Lisa on the sofa, watching TV in silence in the darkened room.
In the bathtub, the sixteen-year-old cherry had almost masturbated again with feverish excitement as she recalled what she'd seen earlier that day. Instead, she restrained herself. Trembling with determination, she joined Sally downstairs.
She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it fiercely, with every seething emotion of her tender adolescence, and every soft, satiny inch of her ripening flesh. She wanted sex, hot, violent sex and she hungered for it with the ferocity of someone who'd never had it before, with insatiable curiosity and a profound, nerve-racking excitement.
And she wanted it with her beautiful stepmother, once she'd seen Sally naked and screwing and moaning with passion. She wanted to kiss the brunette's beautiful huge tits and hug their burning flesh to her face, then reverently kiss her stepmother's gorgeous naked ass, and then....
She had no idea that Sally wanted it as maddeningly as she did, but that Sally didn't dare make the first move out of pure fear. So Lisa took the initiative, boldly but crudely, childishly but with irresistible desire.
She suddenly slipped out of her robe and flung it on the floor. "I'm hot," she stammered. "It's hot in here."
Sally glanced at her, biting her lip, feeling her mouth throb with lust. God, what a luscious angel! Sweet little tits with rosy fat nipples, silken belly, adorably curled cunt-hairs, flawless-soft thighs ... Oh, Jesus, what she wouldn't give to crush her mouth to Lisa's juicy hot cherry! She lit a cigarette with shaking fingers and tried to ignore the tender feast, inches away from her.
"Sally," Lisa said with breathless haste, before she lost her nerve. "Can I sit on your lap? I want to be cuddled."
An odd request, one Lisa had never made before. God, did the girl actually want sex with her? Out of the question, dammit, she was just lonely.
"Sure, honey, come on."
The sixteen-year-old virgin sat on her stepmother's lap, squirming her plump naked ass lewdly on Sally's pussy. Her tits were panting with rapid nervous excitement and Sally could feel Lisa's hot little cunt seeping its honey onto her dress. Only then did she realize with a shock that Lisa herself was furiously aroused.
Boldly, Lisa put her arms around the brunette's neck and crushed her swollen tits to Sally's.
"I saw you earlier today," the girl whispered.
"With that TV repairman. You were beautiful, Sally. Naked, I mean. You made me so hot, I-I masturbated." She rushed on fearlessly, her hotly sucking pussy dripping juice onto Sally's lap now. "Sally, I-I want to have sex with you! I want you to take my cherry!"
The girl slammed her mouth to her stepmother's, and the last of Sally's caution crumbled beneath the onslaught of feverish lust. She rammed her tongue into Lisa's mouth and stroked her burning tits greedily in her fingers, deep moans of urgency coming from her throat. Her cunt throbbed so intensely, Sally thought she was coming in her panties for a minute as she kissed and caressed the madly trembling virgin on her lap.
But before she could strip her own clothes off, the sobbing girl had seized her hand and pressed it to her boiling pussy, a frantic plea to be finger-fucked, to alleviate the wild, unbearable excitement in her tender flesh.
Quickly, the brunette dipped her middle finger into the tight slit and Lisa screamed in her throat and hugged the finger fiercely in her juicy cunt. She began riding her stepmother's pumping finger with lewd panting jerks, digging her fingernails into Sally's flanks, her naked body heaving and rocking and thrashing with the blaze of her sexual awakening.
Then Lisa twined her ankles around Sally's and reared her head back with a cry of lust as the feverish brunette managed to cram a second finger in her virgin-cunt. Sally's own pussy was erupting with hot juice, for the first time in her life coming out of sheer obscene pleasure with nothing rammed up her vagina, ass or mouth, with only the feel of Lisa's delicious pussy wriggling in a frenzy on her fucking fingers, the maddeningly happy feel of her sweet naked ass swinging in her lap and the luscious feel of her burning young tits panting beneath her other hand.
"Oh, Mom, I'm gonna die-ooooh, I think I'm coming!" Lisa wailed, shuddering from head to toe as a shattering climax exploded in her loins.
It was the word Mom that sparked the delirious brunette to sink her teeth into the nape of Lisa's neck, like a savage animal, and to masturbate the sixteen-year-old in a frenzy of delight. Lisa had always called her Mom, as though she were her real mother, and this added a depraved thrill to the passionate scene.
They were moaning and coming together now, Lisa's dripping cunt whipping in a fury and gushing on Sally's lap, Sally's feverish pussy soaking her panties with honey. Still, the TV blared away in the dark room as their panting bodies jerked and trembled and went into obscene spasms of ecstasy.
Being masturbated by her Beautiful stepmother was far more exciting than Lisa had ever imagined, and her roaring climax was so explosive she screamed loudly as she rose Sally's pumping finger. Sally's other hand darted down now, and while two fingers gorged Lisa's tender slit, another finger found her swollen clitoris and stroked that sensitive button. Lisa twisted her head around and began biting Sally sharply on her lips, unable to cope with the mad fire in her virgin-cunt, unable to stop coming, flowing her honey onto the brunette's fingers in a steaming flood of sex.
Then Sally couldn't take it any more. She quickly flung the girl off her lap and Lisa cried out in protest, dazed, still shuddering with her climax. But Sally was standing and urgently stripping naked, tossing her dress and bra and panties on the floor with wild abandon. She took the fiercely trembling girl in her arms and lowered her onto the carpet. The gasping brunette lay on top of the sixteen-year-old, rubbing her swollen creamy tits hotly to Lisa's tender mounds, grinding her boiling cunt to Lisa's feverish crack to create a delicious teasing friction that made Lisa cry.
"Gotta eat your pussy," Sally moaned, shivering as their steaming cunts crushed together with sticky, thrilling passion. "Wanna eat your hot cherry all night, baby," the madly aroused brunette whispered.
"Yes, yesss, yessss!" Lisa sobbed, delirious with excitement. The feel of their wet burning pussies grinding together, the heat and pressure of Sally's sweating huge tits rubbing lewdly to hers was driving the sixteen-year-old virgin crazy with anticipation.
Sally slid down a few inches to grasp one of Lisa's sweet tits in her mouth, sucking greedily on the fat nipple. Her mad hunger obscured everything else, even the risk. It was, after all, Lisa who made the first move, little Lisa who begged her for sex. That would hardly be an explanation if that cold-hearted bastard of her husband ever found out, but Sally couldn't have stopped her downward journey to the sixteen-year-old's sweet virgin-cunt if the whole police force of Ocean City marched in right now.
Panting and moaning, the savagely excited brunette slid further down now, gently biting and sucking and kissing the flesh of Lisa's soft belly, teasing her mercilessly. And tormenting herself, too, because the maddening urge to simply rape Lisa's hot little cherry with her ferocious mouth was unendurable.
But the cunning brunette controlled herself with an effort, intent only on turning her luscious stepdaughter on to this brand of sex until Lisa was obsessed with it. This way Sally would have an eager feast at her beck and call night and day, juicy, eager pussy always primed for her aching lips and tongue. They could suck each other off for lunch every day, the madly aroused brunette realized with obscene relish.
And between Johnny's huge cock and her delicious little cunt, she would have the best of both worlds, the best of everything in wild sex.
Now she hunched between the sobbing girl's wildely-splayed thighs. Lisa quickly drew up her knees and twined her fingers in Sally's long hair, tugging in a frenzy. She whimpered with feverish need and Sally could see her tiny pink pussy sucking greedily by the flickering light of the TV.
"Oh, Mom, eat me, suck me, or I'll go crazy!" Lisa begged, undulating her hot ass in a fever of nerve-racking excitement. "MOM, EAT ME!"
Still, Sally held off, gripping Lisa's satiny ass-cheeks firmly in her hands and hoisting her ass off the carpet, licking the girl's soft moist thighs with long, lascivious strokes of her burning tongue. She -edged closer and closer to her fragrant hot cunt, filling her nostrils with the delicious aroma of young virgin-pussy-her own stepdaughter's.
Then with a fierce animal moan, the panting brunette plunged her tongue deep into Lisa's juicy waiting crack. Instantly, the girl arched her back and screamed as the burning, madly licking tongue shot an incredible thrill through her tender cunt-flesh.
"Unnnnf! Mom! Oh, God, Oh, Lord, oooooh! So wild, so happy, so-aaaaaaagh! Love it, love you, Mom, oh, it's beautiful, oh, my pussy, oh! Ungh! Ah! Eeeee!"
Rocking and screaming and thrashing with the wildest thrills of her life, Lisa jerked and gyrated her gushing pussy with furious excitement to Sally's stinging mouth. Each blazing flick of the brunette's long tongue in her molten cunt was like a barb of wet fire, sending ripples of breathtaking passion racing through her perspiring flesh. Tears stung her eyes and she shook her head from side to side and began clawing Sally's bare shoulders desperately as her cunt exploded with frantic thrills, as her stepmother sucked and kissed and lapped at her tender pussy-flesh with ravenous skill, with diabolical experience.
Sally's mouth was literally locked to the sweet, gushing cunt smearing her face with sticky juicy. Low animal sounds came from her throat as she lapped up the sixteen-year-old nectar, digging her fingers deep into her soft ass-flesh, crushing her nose to her silky tangle of cunt-hairs. God, what a delicious, frantic little pussy!
In all her years of switch-hitting, the stunning brunette had eaten scores of girls and women, as well as having been greedily devoured in return. But they were, even in their silken lustful heat and obscene wriggling delight, nothing compared to the sweet, slippery, and utterly juicy crack squirming happily beneath her savage lips and tongue. Lisa's pussy-honey triggered a maddening hunger in Sally's mouth, a desire to suck the screaming girl off which was so overpowering she lost all sense of time.
Only after fifteen solid minutes of frenzied sucking, only after she satisfied her initial craving did Sally begin the dazzling tricks which made other women pant after her like adoring puppies once she went down on them. And lavishing her artistic lewd skill on an innocent virgin like Lisa was a devastating act.
If the girl wasn't in love with her fiercely passionate mouth by now, the next fifteen minutes would hypnotize Lisa forever.
Calming down a little, Sally pushed back on Lisa's belly with one hand to fully expose her madly sucking cunt. She grasped the girl's clit-bud firmly in her lips and started flicking her tongue-tip against it rapidly. Lisa screamed and shuddered insanely for a minute as a new climax ripped through her boiling loins, more intense than all the others.
Then in a sudden switch, Sally trailed her burning tongue-tip down along her pussy-crack and found her tiny asshole. She plunged it deep into the steaming tunnel and wriggled it around, discovering to her delight her stepdaughter's asshole was sweeter and more succulent than most girl's pussies!
Now Lisa sobbed with still another strange ecstasy as Sally's long blazing tongue shot even wilder thrills in her sensitive asshole. Clutching her stepmother's head fiercely in her hands and digging her bare heels into Sally's shoulders, Lisa pumped her ass in furious spasms on the brunette's obscenely probing tongue. Wet squirming ecstasy raced through her tender asshole in breathtaking waves.
Then the voracious ritual became a dizzying experience for the wantonly screaming sixteen-year-old, as Sally inflicted hor thrills everywhere in a matter of seconds. She sucked her lust-swollen little clitoris again with raw hunger, then quickly went back to Lisa's exploding pussy to snake deep with her lascivious tongue, then sucked on her pussy-lips before lashing once more into her fiery asshole, until Lisa was climaxing in violent spasms, so fast she thought she was losing her mind.
"No, no, no, Mom!" the girl implored, trying to wrench free from her stepmother's insanely greedy mouth. "I can't-oooooh! Can't stop coming! Can't stop!"
The thrills were suddenly too fierce, too fast and too feverish for the innocent virgin, more than her tender flesh could handle. But she found it impossible to escape Sally's lust-locked mouth on her helplessly trembling cunt. The crazed brunette held her ass in a vise-like grip in her strong fingers, as she sucked and kissed and licked boiling honey in a delirium of greed.
And then Lisa could no longer even catch her breath to scream. For a few moments her naked body rose off the carpet in a violent, shuddering arc.
Then she suddenly went limp, fainting. Slowly, Sally realized what happened. Moaning wildly, she sat up, her tongue darting out to lick the delicious juice on her cheeks. God, what heavenly cunt! It was like lapping at the gates of heaven itself, fiery sweet heaven!
Lisa was stirring with faint sobs now, and Sally crawled up to hold the trembling girl in her arms. But the moment Lisa was fully awake she slid down beneath her stepmother to suck feverishly on her tits, making Sally gasp with excitement. Quickly, the panting brunette folded her knees under her and hunched over on the carpet on all fours as the sixteen-year-old cherry snuggled further down beneath her, licking lewdly.
Then with a soft cry Lisa clutched her stepmother's naked hips in her hands and pulled urgently down, crushing her eager mouth to Sally's boiling cunt.
"Ooooh, baby!" Sally cried out as the first stinging thrill shot through her dripping crack. "Oh, honey, angel, aaaaaah! Oh, sweet loving mouth, unnnf! Yes, suck it, eat meeee!"
Her lush tits panting wildly, Sally fucked Lisa's hot mouth in obscene lunges, shuddering as the girl's tongue lashed deep and lustfully. She started coming almost at once beneath the ravenous assault of lips and tongue, her naked hot ass swinging to a madly excited rhythm, her cunt-juices streaming over her stepdaughter's face in a depraved flood.
"Oh, you darling! Oh, sweetheart, yessssss!"
Sally cried as the girl eagerly snaked her burning tongue up the brunette's tickled asshole for a minute. Now Lisa was frantically mimicking Sally's earlier ritual, sucking on her clitoris, then lapping at her thrilled pussy, then stinging her anus with wet, joyous probes of her mad tongue.
And now Lisa was coming all over herself with sheer lewd pleasure, with the wildly exciting taste of Sally's feverish cunt slamming against her mouth. Eager to return every thrill, the sixteen-year-old cherry licked at her churning asshole, then her fat clit-bud, wallowing in the delicious guilty sensation of cunt-juice smearing her face.
She became aware that Sally was moving above her, shifting her naked body around in reverse so that her own face loomed over Lisa's hotly sucking pussy. A moment later a tremendous excitement raged through Lisa's throbbing slit as Sally began sucking her off in return.
On the floor, the moaning brunette and the sobbing stepdaughter rocked and thrashed as they devoured each other's pussies in a frenzied sixty-nine, climaxing again and again in each other's greedy mouths. Sally's hot tits dug lustfully into Lisa's belly as she ate her, and her fingers stroked every inch of the satiny, sweating young flesh she could reach.
The sixteen-year-old was savagely turned on now, her first shocking ecstasy with sex a wanton masturbation by her own stepmother, quickly followed by having her tender cunt eaten with thrilling, calculated lust. And now Lisa was addicted to the eerie excitement of eating hot pussy herself, unable to stop sucking or coming, lost in an obscene vortex of runaway lust.
Between their sobs and cries and depraved moans, and the blare of the TV set still turned on, neither could hear the front door being unlocked and opened. And in the back of Sally's whirling mind, she knew it couldn't be later than nine o'clock and she subconsciously expected to have at least another hour of privacy and safety with passion-crazed Lisa.
Standing a few feet away from the naked, moaning couple on the floor, the Chief of Police watched with narrowed, raging eyes. With their faces buried to each other's squirming cunts, neither of them could see him.
His fingers shaking with uncontrolled fury, Whittaker unholstered his gun.
CHAPTER FOUR
Because all they'd done since they were married was screw when they weren't working, Johnny and Karen kept their TV in their bedroom, facing the bed. Unknown to Johnny, his passionate blonde wife often got hot when she watched the Six-Million Dollar Man, wondering if his cock was electronic too, and whether it might cost a cool million.
At the precise same moment when Whittaker walked in on his wife and daughter at his house, Karen walked into her bedroom where Johnny lay back on the bed in his shorts, watching three sexy women on TV who were laughingly referred to as Angels. If angels looked like that, he once remarked to his partner Al, God would be walking around with a hell of a hardon.
Karen had just finished the dinner dishes and she was ready for her usual two uninterrupted hours of teasing, caressing, getting hotter than a firecracker, sucking, fucking and then repeating the entire routine, between popcorn, snatches of TV shows, conversation, cigarettes and other trivia.
Once they got in bed, they were there for one reason only, and the rest was just diversion. It was a lifestyle of screwing both she and Johnny liked, which was why they kept both the TV and stereo in the bedroom.
Karen had just finished stripping when the phone rang. She answered it and with an irritated look handed it to Johnny.
"No service calls tonight," she snapped.
Johnny's Lightning TV Service featured twenty-four hour service, a feature that had made the business immensely popular in the county. He and Al had originally instituted it just to build up business. With the intention of dropping the around-the-clock service once they were established. But for one reason or another they'd never dropped it. For one thing, it was extremely lucrative. They charged whopping service fees after hours to discourage night and weekend calls.
For another, Johnny got a lot of his action that way from horny single girls who didn't have dates and who'd heard other satisfied customers talk about him. He and Al alternated the night and weekend calls and tonight it was Johnny's turn.
If he didn't feel like going out, he'd either tell the customer to wait until the next day when the rates were cheaper, or he'd ask Al to take the call. From the fees they charged, they could usually persuade the customer to wait until morning. But this one was a female, and she sounded both a little drunk and a little high.
"The goddamn thing just went blooey!" she giggled. "I've got all these dumb voices and no picture."
"Maybe a picture tube," Johnny said. "You'll save a lot of money if you wait til morning, Miss."
"I don't give a shit about the cost," she slurred. "John Wayne is on the late movie and he always gets me off. How soon can you be over?"
He hestitated, watching Karen seethe, his mind coming to a decision. First, he wasn't sure he was up to a strenuous fucking episode tonight, not with his insatiable wife anyway, not after the Police Chief's wife had worked his dick over. Second, he could use the money. He and Karen were going to buy a house soon.
And third, he had a strong hunch the voice on the phone wanted more than her TV serviced, and if Johnny Edmonds had one fatal weakness, it was curiosity. As wild as Karen was, she was a familiar groove by now, same old luscious tits, same gorgeous swinging ass, same frenzied hot pussy and madly sucking mouth. Young female voice on the phone like this one brought out the reckless gambler in him. How did he know she wasn't a knockout? How did he know she wasn't a fantastically luscious piece of ass? Hadn't his call to the Police Chief's house turned up an incredible fuck?
It was the mystery, the excitement of not knowing, the anticipation that hooked him every time.
"Okay," he said with fake weariness. "Let me have the address."
"Goddamn!" Karen hissed furiously as he scribbled it down. She wasn't quite as angry as she sounded since she'd already been serviced once herself today, but she too had a hunch it might be a pussy-service call as well as a TV-service summons.
It was, Johnny noted, the same addresss where he'd serviced an eager young redhead the other day, a singles' apartment complex.
He hastily put his clothes on, listening to Karen bitch. She added anxiously. "You will hurry back, won't you, Johnny? I'm hot tonight!"
"You're hot every night," he pointed out dryly. "Maybe you'd better get some sleep in case I'm back late, honey."
Meaning in case he doesn't have any left for me, she thought angrily. The truth was, Karen enjoyed the idea of his screwing other girls and fervently wished she could watch sometime. The idea of joining in didn't switch her lust on that much, but just watching her handsome, hung husband plowing a pretty naked girl and hearing her moans of happiness and surprise as Johnny rammed his huge rod home, would make the excited blonde come all over herself. It was, she realized, the sheer pride of possession, but she didn't mind sharing her good luck.
Christ only knew she shared herself with enough men, behind her husband's back.
Johnny kissed his disappointed nympho-wife goodbye, slapped her playfully on her hot, bare ass and went out to the van, his cock already tingling with anticipation. Maybe the girl was a referral from the redhead in the same building, and possibly she'd gone into the back of her set and loosened a tube for an excuse to call, like the redhead. Hell, he didn't care. They paid a minimum fee anyway whether he serviced the set or their throbbing pussies.
The apartment was on the third floor of the complex. The girl who opened the door wore a robe, with a plump cleavage showing. She was petite and generously rounded, small but juicy looking tits, short blonde hair, turned-up nose and a cute figure. She'd be a run-of-the-mill secretary or nurse, Johnny decided.
And she'd fuck like a mink. For some strange reason, girls with her kind of small body always did. They were the bubbling cheerleader types in school, always smiling and laughing, always ready to pump away with athletic zeal. A sort of mindless, energetic lay-hot, fast, and perspiring like a workout in the school gym.
Her eyes sparkled with either alcohol or grass as she let him in. She giggled, and he decided she was very high. There was a half empty gallon bottle of wine on the living room coffee table.
And two glasses, both half full.
"Hi, Johnny Lightning!" she grinned. "Heard all about you from Marge, about how cleverly you fixed her, uh, TV set. My, you are a big one, aren't you?"
She stared boldly at the bulge in his pants. He wasn't fooled by her cuteness. She had an air of smoldering sexiness that hinted she could fuck all night without a breather. And he was definitely primed for her, after tall, leggy Sally, the Chief's wife. It was variety that made the world go round for Johnny and when she turned to pick up her glass of wine, her small but very ripe ass bounced in her robe, prodding his hardon to almost its full length.
"I'm a big one and you're a small one," he grinned.
She gulped half her wine down, her eyes gleaming hotly on him. "Small and very tight," she murmured. "There isn't a goddamn thing wrong with the TV set, stud. As you undoubtedly know. Marge said you were a bull. Is it true what they say about redheads, that they scream at the top of their lungs when they're coming?"
Well, at least she didn't beat around the bush, he thought.
"No louder than any other girl. I prefer blondes myself," he added. "You know I have to charge you for the service call, Amy. I don't want to, but hell, business is business. Besides, my wife knows I'm here."
"I don't mind," Amy smiled, slopping a little wine down her chin. She rubbed it with the back of her hand, her eyes running hungrily up and down his powerful frame. "I'll bet your wife is a honey, too, huh, Johnny? For your information," she added slowly, setting her wine glass down and casually slipping off her robe to stand before him naked, "I can pick up the phone and get at least five guys up here shooting off all over themselves for the privilege of humping me. How do you like it?"
She put her hands on her hips and he nodded, his prick leaped furiously in his pants. Small but very sensuously rounded, the kind of tits and ass that promised a wildly hot pussy. She had a thick curly bush, which was moist now.
"Hell, I like it," he grinned.
"So why don't I pick up the phone and call one of those jerks over here now? Or all five of them?" she asked, refilling her wine glass. She handed it to him, though, and he gulped it down for energy. She spoke as she refilled both glasses to the brim. Johnny had a hunch the other one belonged to Marge, the hot-blooded redhead who lived downstairs.
"I'll tell you why," she said, nodding solemly. "Because I don't get my rocks off with them, Johnny. I need a long comer, because I'm a long comer too. Dig it?"
"I can handle you," he said tersely. He tossed off his second glass of wine, put the glass aside and calmly stripped. He knew before he ever got on top of her that it was going to be one of those contests of stamina, that they were going to sweat like horses and screw like savages.
"All right" she muttered, her eyes blazing on his long, bristling rod. "Ooooh, that's a humdinger! That's the first time Marge ever told me the truth in her life."
She stepped up to him, grabbed his throbbing prick in her greedy fingers and hefted it, moaning as she brushed his crimson knob against her pussy-lips. He clutched her succulent tits in his hands and gently squeezed, watching the rosy nipples rise fast.
"Ahhh, this is gonna be good," Amy muttered, wrapping both her small hands around the length of his gorged meat and slowly, lewdly stroking it, aiming it at her soaked crotch like a battering ram.;
"Let's go to the bedroom," she whispered. She held onto his thick rod with one hand as she led him to her bedroom. He stroked her plump velvety ass, knowing he'd have to ram her there. Her ass wasn't that beautiful, but it was extremely sexy, generous mounds that radiated heat like a furnace.
She left the lamp on the bedside table glowing as she climbed onto the mattress. The small blonde drew up her knees and spread her thighs, beginning to undulate her ass impatiently. Her tight pink cunt glistened with honey, sucking hotly.
No frills, no buildup, no foreplay, no lascivious blowing, just raw, hot and steady sex was all the petite, wild-eyed friend of the redhead wanted, Johnny realized. And that was what he wanted too, after his exhausting encounter with the Police Chief's wife earlier that day. Her dazzling sex-tricks had practically worn him out and he was weary of surprises.
He climbed on top of her and she quickly grabbed his pounding rod. She made a low hissing sound as she slipped his burning knob inside her slippery cunt. For a minute, she moaned and simply hugged the head of his dick in her pussy-lips, squeezing it fiercely. Then with a sharp upward jerk, Amy impaled herself savagely.
"Unnnnngh!" she gasped. "Slow and easy, big boy! Gotta get used to this monster! Mmmmmm, what a whopper, ahhhhh, shit, I'm going to go crazy over this one! Oooooh!"
She locked her legs around his waist as Johnny began fucking her to a leisurely rhythm, a relentless but easy tempo. Her pussy was a fiery, juicy slot beneath his huge rod, throbbing and clasping in hot spasms of excitement.
"Nice," he groaned, resisting the urge to tear deep into her narrow slit. He couldn't possibly force his entire prick in without ripping her in two, but the urge was there because she was so excitingly tight and wet. "Nice-unnnnf! Pussy, Amy, mmmm, you're a wild little fuck!"
"So I've been-aaagh! Told, stud!" she moaned, swinging her ass in wide circles to feel his boiling meat press lewdly in her walls. She'd told the truth when she said she was a long comer. It frequently took the passionate nurse twenty or thirty minutes of straight, strenuous fucking to climax, which was why she was in such a state of torment. Everyone she dated seemed to come in five minutes flat, leaving her seething with frustration.
As a nurse, she had enough medical knowledge to know there wasn't a damn thing she could do about her condition. Except masturbate-and swing with Marge.
"Don't come on me!" she wailed when she felt his prick grow in size and heat in her hotly sucking pussy.
"No sweat," Johnny reassured her. "It always gets bigger inside. Mmmmmmmf, Jesus, you're good, honey!"
He realized as he plunged to a powerful slow rhythm, feeling her burning small tits writhe against his chest, that the term "no sweat" was something of a joke. They'd only been screwing for five minutes and already their naked bodies were covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. But he liked the feel of her sweating hot tits rubbing against his chest, her slippery belly grinding to his. She was raking her nails across his hard ass-cheeks now, just lightly, her moans growing deeper and longer, her cunt becoming more slippery as her juices began to flow freely.
Amy's breathing became deep and hoarse as she hugged and squirmed her tingling pussy on his massive rod. This was different than swinging with Marge, much more satisfying than the immense dildo the redhead used on her. The two girls fucked each other periodically with a spiked artificial cock which was strapped on, but they did it for one reason only-to get their rocks off, not because they enjoyed swinging with the same sex.
It was a matter of sheer desperation for both passionate girls, a temporary solution to both their problems. Amy was a slow comer. Marge simply loved to fuck as frequently as possible. Both sex-problems had a mechanical basis, and the lustful girls solved it by mechanical means. Neither the blonde nor the insatiable redhead went down on each other, although they sucked on each other's tits while using the colossal cock, just to fire their excitement.
But as far as the nurse was concerned, there was absolutely no substitute for the real thing, for a massive throbbing prick lunging inside her like Johnny's. You could fool your pussy for a while when you were aching furiously for a wild climax, but you couldn't fool your mind.
And Amy knew the arrangement she had with Marge wasn't that unusual among single girls. Not all of them used elaborate dildos like the huge red artificial prick-which had some bizarre and thrilling features on it-but a great many girls who used each other to trigger orgasms, would screw each other with vibrators. It was always more fun when someone else did it to you.
Now Amy's velvety flesh was dripping with perspiration as she swung her plump ass faster, snaking her tongue in Johnny's mouth. She could feel her tremendous orgasm building up in her boiling loins and the lust-driven nurse knew it was going to be a terrific, blistering release. His blazing knob was battering her eager cunt ruthlessly now, gorging her tight slit to the utmost and she began fucking with feverish abandon.
"Ah, God, you're a bull!" she wailed, jerking her crammed pussy in rapid spasms of excitement. "Oh, Johnny, you big fucker, oooooh! Oh, yes, faster! Mmmmmm, love it!"
He stayed with her, gritting his teeth with exertion. No wonder she was so hot and frustrated-most girls would have started coming with loud screams long before this. The workout was beginning to fatigue him, but he pounded deep and brutally in her juicy slit, determined to make her come before he did. The hissing, groaning, eagerly pumping blonde would have to marry an electric fucking machine to stay happy, he thought with desperation. His own nympho-wife would have gotten her rocks off a dozen times by now.
"Think-unnngh-think I'm gonna come soon," she moaned. "Let's change positions!"
Grateful for the breather, Johnny slipped his fleshy rod out. Panting, Amy told him to lie on his back, that she'd do the work from now on. He lay back on the mattress and the trembling naked nurse straddled his hips facing him. She slid her dripping cunt down on his upright cock with a loud cry of excitement. She gripped his hips firmly in her hands for support and rode his immense dick like a saddle of ecstasy, in complete control of her own thrills for now.
"Mmmmmmm, you know how to fix a girl, stud!" she hissed, rearing back her head and arching her back as she slammed his thick meat in to the very hilt in her aching pussy. She whipped her soaked cunt up and down on his prick faster and faster, as her elusive orgasm began to fire up in her churning loins.
Johnny clutched her panting, sweating tits in his hands, and rubbed their silken flesh in his fingertips, watching her fat little nipples swell bigger and hotter. He wondered how many men she'd worn out this way with pure physical exertion, how many stiff cocks she had to go through before she could find one that would spark her hot climax. Now that she was doing all the work, swinging her naked, sweating ass in furious gyrations, he knew he could keep erect for another hour if he wanted. The urge to get his rocks off, mainly to rest, had faded.
He was simply a stiff rod lying there while she fucked him feverishly.
He was simply a stiff rod lying there while she fucked him feverishly.
That's the moment he spotted Marge. His eyes bulged and his mouth popped open as his glance strayed to the closet door. The door was open six inches and he clearly saw the redhead, stark naked, peering at them intently. Then her eyes locked on his and they watched each other silently for a few seconds.
"Sonofabitch!" Johnny finally muttered.
Amy didn't respond because she didn't even hear him. She was deliriously aroused now as she pumped her throbbing cunt in a frenzy on his erection, oblivious to everything but the delicious feel of her own gorged slit. She knew Marge was there, of course, and they'd gulped wine up to the last minute when Johnny showed up.
Marge had told the nurse what a terrific piece of action the TV repairman was, and Amy agreed to call him and let Marge watch-but not interfere with her own wild pleasure.
After his first rush of anger-Johnny hated the feeling of being spied on-he suddenly realized he had two naked, madly horny girls in the same room. He beckoned to Marge with his finger and she stepped out of the closet with a look of relief on her face.
The lush redhead was a stark contrast to the small blonde, with massively firm tits and hips which, although they'd turn to sagging fat someday, were now designed by nature to arouse a fast hardon in any man. She was big all over, a fact that intimidated a lot of men, fearing that she was too much woman for them. Which was part of Marge's sex-problem, in addition to having screw frequently.
Her copper-colored pussy-hairs were soaked with her honey, Johnny saw. She'd probably been fingerfucking herself in the closet while she'd watched him and Amy in action.
Without hesitation, the huge-breasted redhead climbed onto the mattress behind the moaning blonde. She knelt between Johnny's spread legs and clutched Amy in a lewd embrace from behind, seizing her panting tits in her fingers and rubbing her wet pussy eagerly to Amy's naked ass.
"Damn you!" Amy cried, startled. But she didn't miss a stroke of her lunging cunt on Johnny's rigid cock and after the initial reaction of surprise, the nurse grew even hotter from the feel of Marge's drenched pussy rubbing her naked ass-flesh and her greedy fingers on her sensitive tits.
Then Marge slid one hand down over Amy's sweating belly and quickly found her pink clitoris. She started stroking the fat little button furiously with her fingertip, and the blonde began screaming softly and shuddering with fierce spasms of lust.
And now Amy whipped her exploding pussy in a frenzy on Johnny's massive looming dick, sobbing and screaming as Marge fingerfucked her while she battered her pussy savagely on the throbbing rod inside her.
Johnny deliberately didn't come. He knew why Marge was helping to get Amy off so quickly-she wanted him for herself next, the sooner the better. And as long as he could just lie here and let two desperately horny girls rape him, hell, he was agreeable.
Clawing his bare hips with her fingernails, Amy wailed and thrashed on his thick rod, gushing her cunt-juice in a flood of wanton ecstasy, coming furiously while Marge thrilled her clit-bud in feverish strokes. The feel of the redhead's burning big tits in her soft back and her moist pussy grinding to her ass continued firing her lust, until with a deep shaking sigh, Amy's fierce climax subsided and she rolled off Johnny, collapsing beside him on the bed.
Now the redhead moved swiftly. She immediately grabbed Johnny's burning meat in her fingers and straddled his hips, taking Amy's place. It had been terrifically exciting to watch the rugged, hung TV man screw the small frantic blonde and she'd gotten so fascinated and aroused she hadn't even masturbated. She knew Amy would run out of steam eventually, and now it was her turn, by God.
She slipped her madly sucking pussy down on his erection with a sharp cry of excitement. She reached behind her with one hand to clutch his hard, swollen balls and she began jiggling and hefting them in her fingers, gently, while she slid up and down on his thrilling prick.
"Ah, Johnny!" she moaned, cramming her slit with greed, "Ooooooh, honey, how I missed this! Mmmmmmm, fuck me! Fuck me, stud, aaaah, your big hot dick, oooh!"
Johnny reached up and squeezed her huge bouncing white tits in his fingers, his cock pounding with raw lust now, able to meet any challenge now that he'd found his second wind. He'd always had what they called a second wind, a reserve of powerful sex-stamina that enabled him to screw for hours, but it was his fiercely hot wife who'd developed it for him. She'd fucked him so much in the first few months they'd been together that he had to get a second wind or end up in a hospital.
"Yeah, Marge, work it!" he groaned, rubbing her creamy tits together, hoisting the slippery mounds like hot melons. "Fuck away, honey! Mmmmmmm, good pussy, ah, work it!"
Beside him, Amy began to stir once more, having caught her breath after her shattering climax. She was once more getting madly aroused as she watched her best friend swing her huge curved hips in bliss, watched her pink sucking pussy obscenely swallow his crimson prick, leaving it shining with her juices each time she slid up.
With low sobs of excitement, Amy sat up and pushed Johnny's fingers away from Marge's swollen fleshy tits. She grasped one enormous, panting tit in her mouth and sucked frantically, bringing a cry of lewd happiness from the redhead's throat. She bit the nipple and tongued it, growing feverishly hot again. While she sucked on the velvety huge tit, she groped for Johnny's hand and found it. She brought it down to her dripping crack and made urgent fucking motions, and he quickly understood.
Now Johnny began to fingerfuck the nurse while she ravenously sucked on the redhead's heaving tits. He could barely get two fingers in her tight, frenzied cunt and Amy began jerking wildly on his stiff fingers, at the same time cramming her eager mouth with Marge's juicy tit.
A small burning fountain of cunt-juice poured onto Johnny's fingers from Amy's furiously sucking pussy, while Marge began gushing her honey onto his now-battered prick. The bedroom was becoming a din of moans and sobs and grunts and the mattress heaved furiously beneath the two thrashing naked girls and Johnny.
Still Johnny didn't come. He was solidly into his second wind now and his prick stayed massively hard with a will all its own, in spite of Marge's wildly sucking pussy throbbing and coming all over him, in spite of her lustful fingers coaxing his balls. Both girls were climaxing now, Amy squirming her succulent slit in a mad dance on his stroking fingers and issuing wild moans as she sucked on a delicious hot tit, Marge gasping and raving as she erupted her boiling honey.
"Ooooooh, crazy fuck, Johnny! Ahhh, want your loving prick forever! Ooooooh! Unnnng! Hot meat, mmm!"
The redhead wasn't nearly as tight as the nurse, but she made up for it in sheer frantic sex-power, hugging and squeezing his immense rod in violently thrilling spasms.
Panting furiously, Amy slipped her mouth away from Marge's creamy bouncing tit and tugged at her shoulders.
"My turn!" she sobbed. "Get off, dammit, it's my turn!"
"I'm-ooooh-not done yet, dammn you!"
"You're done, you greedy bitch!" Amy cried, desperately wanting to shove Johnny's thick cock up her eager pussy once more.
"No!" Marge shouted. "I want his rod up my ass! He's gotta fuck me in the ass, Amy! I'm not done, dammit!"
Johnny watched the two feverish girls fight over him, shaking his head. He knew he'd have to get his rocks off soon or the orgy would turn into a wild brawl, but once his second wind took hold, his huge prick felt like a rock and it took some exceptional thrills to trigger his ejaculation. And his sexy, furiously horny young wife was waiting for him at home too.
He knew then what he was going to do-the first time he'd do it in his life.
It was the lust redhead who won the argument over possession of his massive hardon, using blunt determination. She raised her hot ass up to release his cock and, grasping it firmly in one hand, guided his knob against her puckered asshole. For a minute she moaned, feeling it throb with obscene power against her tiny anus.
Then she slammed down on it, with a squeal of pain-bliss.
"Uhnnnf! Ooooh! Kee-rist, Johnny!" she wailed, trying to catch her breath as the mass of fiery rod pounded deep in her impaled ass. She wriggled her asshole lustfully on it and after a minute the intense pain gave way to furious passion.
Then she began lunging on his hard dick with sharp cries of excitement, her steaming bowels writhing and churning on his hot erection, her swollen tits bouncing with her efforts.
Beside Johnny, the blonde watched with seething anger. Goddamn selfish cow! That's what she got, Amy told herself bitterly, for letting the bitch watch. She leaned over to Johnny and whispered huskily in his ear:
"Hey, stud, how about eating my pussy at the same time? Give a girl a break, huh, honey?"
Johnny shook his head firmly. "Sorry, baby, but I've already had dinner. My wife is going to be dessert."
"Ooooh, it's so good up my ass!" wailed Marge, feverishly stroking her own tits in a display of obscene delight. "Mmmm, big and hot, unnnng! Shoot it in me now, Johnny, now!"
"Bitch," muttered Amy furiously. Her eyes blazed with a sudden idea. She clambered off the bed and went to her closet, poking around inside for a minute.
It took a savage effort of will not to shoot in the redhead's luscious, boiling asshole, but Johnny gritted his teeth and hung on, while Marge bounced and jerked and thrashed her huge, sweating ass on his hardon. She was beginning to climax again from the mass of meat stinging her bowels, the fierce burning sensation almost ramming to the pit of her belly and sparking wild explosions in her loins. She was a big, healthy girl, a secretary, and she needed a big healthy prick to keep her happy.
But she was so eager to screw that men simply took advantage of her, putting her down on their list for emergencies. They figured Marge would spring any time so they hunted juicier pastures, keeping her on the string until they were desperate. In retaliation, the passionate redhead refused to let a man come around for seconds unless he gave her forty-eight hours notice. The result was something of an impasse, which left the frustrated secretary, a pushover in her own words, clinging to her dignity but hotter than hell.
She was desperately trying to make Johnny shoot in her tingling ass now, hugging her anal muscles on his thick rod feverishly, swinging her generous mounds to a frantic tempo while she came in blissful spasms of her cunt.
Finally Marge, covered with dripping perspiration, climbed off Johnny and collapsed beside him with an exhausted moan. "Don't go home tonight," she implored, stroking his brick-hard cock in her fingers greedily. "You can sleep with me and Amy, stud."
"I could also put my prick in a meat grinder," Johnny pointed out dryly. "Now I know this sounds silly, but I'm saving myself for marriage. I'm keeping my hardon for my own wife, for the first time. Both you girls got off, so you shouldn't have any complaints."
"Well, you sure are hell of a nice guy," Marge said, touched with emotion. "Here you are, screwing half the girls in town, I'll bet, and you're thinking of your own wife! I'll bet she never even looks at another guy."
Johnny got off the bed, stretching his powerful frame. His cock hovered out like a red blazing banner. "Of course not," he grinned. "She's got enough right here to keep her busy day and night."
He would remember those smug words later on and they'd burn like acid in his brain. His sexy, madly passionate blonde wife was playing his own game a hell of a lot better than he was....
Suddenly Amy came out of the closet and Johnny blinked his eyes in disbelief. She looked curiously bizarre with a gigantic red dildo strapped onto her hips in a harness. The curved monster had scores of tiny mounds covering it enormous length, and poised in front of her like a crimson cudgel it looked twice as large because of Amy's petite nakedness.
"Jesus!" muttered Johnny. "What in the hell is that?"
"That's Romeo," said Amy, her eyes gleaming on Marge's eager pink pussy. "Marge can't seem to get enough cock tonight so I thought I'd fix her once and for all."
Johnny dressed but he didn't leave just yet, fascinated by the two naked girls. The moment Marge saw the giant prick, she began to tremble eagerly. She spread her fleshy thighs wide and drew up her knees high, weaving her ass in invitation. Johnny knew something violent was bound to happen, because Amy had been seething with fury earlier.
The nurse knelt between the redhead's spread thighs, casually explaining the dildo to Johnny while she dipped two fingers into Marge's steaming pussy and spread her juices over the monstrous cock for ease of penetration.
"It's battery-operated like a vibrator, see, but the little spikes on it drive a girl out of her mind. That, and the red button beneath the base. It triggers a tiny electric shock, see? And when you're getting your rocks off and that jolt of current hits your pussy, you explode like a rocket to the moon. Isn't that right, Marge?"
"Ooooh, absolutely!" squealed the redhead, licking her lips and shivering with anticipation. For the first time, it occurred to Johnny that Marge wasn't very bright. Amy was reeking with vengeance, and Marge would have to be incredibly dumb to let her near her with that obscene baseball bat strapped on.
"Gimme the jolly red giant!" Marge cried impatiently, digging her heels firmly into the mattress, her massive tits heaving with excitement. "Go to it, honey!"
"Remember, darling, you asked for it," Amy murmured. She lay on top of the shuddering redhead's slippery, naked flesh and switched the dildo on. It hummed and quivered as the blonde slipped the head of it inside Marge's dripping slit. Abruptly Marge was screaming and panting with furious lust as her cunt eagerly swallowed as much of the monstrous cock as it could manage.
Above her, Amy sucked on the redhead's fat hot tits as she stroked deeper and deeper, her anger fusing with fierce excitement. Neither of them was tempted to eat each other's pussies, but both of them eagerly enjoyed sucking on each other's tits and being on the receiving end of the electrified prick. But right now Amy was ecstatic to be on the giving end of the monster, feeling a weird sense of power and cruelty for what she was going to do to her best friend. She'd teach the greedy bitch to steal sex from her!
Suddenly Amy pressed the red button beneath the dildo and Marge's hot sweating ass rose high off the bed and quivered madly for a few seconds.
"Aaaaaagh! Oooooh too much! Coming, honey, eeee!"
And just as suddenly Amy switched it off, resuming her savage fucking strokes. Marge was sweating profusely and sobbing and squirming in a fever of excitement beneath her now, getting ready for her hottest orgasm.
Johnny tensed, knowing what was coming. Poor dumb Marge!
It came a few seconds later. Amy suddenly jerked back, withdrawing the honey-covered dildo completely from her lust-crazed cunt.
"No!" Marge screamed, clawing at Amy's naked plump ass with tortured fingers. "Gonna get my rocks off! Don't stop, don't tease me, dammit I-ungh? Oooooh? Aaaagh!"
Vengeance contorting her smooth face, Amy quickly found the redhead's tender asshole with the tip of the spiked cock. In one vicious thrust she impaled Marge's huge ass, leaving her partner stunned with agony, trying desperately to catch her breath, jolts of white-hot torment ripping deep in her boiling bowels.
"So you like it up the ass, huh, Marge?" Amy taunted with triumph and mad power. "Can't wait to get a big prick up your fat butt, huh, you greedy bitch? Well, this will teach you to steal my sex, honey!"
And Amy switched on the red button to deliver ten blood-curdling volts of terror up the redhead's lush ass. She held the button for almost thirty seconds, feeling Marge's soft flesh quiver insanely beneath her, hearing her whimpers for mercy with lewd delight.
Suddenly Marge's face took on a look of crazed ecstasy. "Yes!" she cried, stroking Amy's tawny ass feverishly in her fingers. "Yes! I like it! Oooooh, it hurts! Hurts wild! But I LIKE it! Gonna come, honey, gonna shoot, unnnng!"
The blonde nurse stared down at her victim in total disbelief. Sonofabitch! Marge was so horny she was getting off on the pain! And she wasn't faking it, her thick lips were moving soundlessly with a silent scream of lust now, her eyes were glazed with depraved joy, her naked flesh was shuddering deliriously, her soaked cunt was grinding with a fierce orgasm to Amy's hot pussy.
Johnny shook his head as he watched the obscene spectacle, and a broad grin crossed his face. Amy's plan of vengeance had backfired and now she was madder than hell, ramming the giant dildo furiously up Marge's fat, luscious ass while the redhead thrashed in bliss on the sweat-soaked mattress.
"I'll send you a bill tomorrow," Johnny called to the savagely fucking nurse. She didn't even glance at him as he left. Outside the singles' complex, he took a deep breath of the cool night air.
"Crazy broads," he muttered aloud as he swung his van away from the curb and headed home. Thank Christ, his wife wasn't like those two. Madly passionate, yes, deeply grateful for getting his huge rod up her gorgeous ass, yes, hardly ever able to get enough of his big dick, true, but never crazy like those two sex-obsessed swingers.
He was proud of himself for saving his load for Karen, and he told himself it had worked out very nicely. The nurse would get hit for a night service-charge, he'd gotten to screw both horny girls, had watched their bizarre act long enough to get even more excited and now he was ready for his beautiful faithful young wife.
He remembered Marge's remark about Karen and he had to laugh aloud. Why the mere idea of his sweet, innocent wife screwing around behind his back like a common tramp or a nympho was downright ridiculous!
Even at twenty-six with scores of eager hot girls behind him, even with a reputation as the town stud with both lusty singles and frustrated housewives, even with his rugged good looks and huge rod, Johnny Lightning had a great deal to learn about women....
And he would, with a shock he'd never forget.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Chief of Police continued to stare at the depraved spectacle on the floor in total shock for almost five minutes. He'd unconsciously taken out his Magnum and he held it loosely in his hand as a storm of violent emotions seethed through his blood.
They looked eerie and incredibly obscene by the flickering light of the TV in the darkened room, his naked wife and daughter. With their faces buried feverishly in each other's soaked, burning thighs, neither could see him. His eyes bulged and cords of fury stood out on Whittaker's neck as the two women heaved and moaned and sucked loudly at each other's pussies.
His first reaction was disbelief, stunned disbelief. Once he realized that the scene was real, that his lovely innocent daughter was having torrid, twisted sex with his wife, he had a fierce urge to drag Sally away by her long hair and pistol-whip the hell out of her. And then to take Lisa up to his room and work her bare luscious ass over with his thick leather belt for a solid hour.
But with each passing minute that he watched, his fury was slowly replaced with smoldering excitement, with the hottest, wildest, and most lustful hardon of his entire life.
The sight of the any two naked women, reasonably attractive, going down on each other with mad moans of passion would have turned him on. The sight of his stunningly sexy wife and budding, adolescent daughter locked in frenzied passion on the floor, their naked asses swinging, their fingers clawing lewdly and stroking with obscene eagerness made his prick leap savagely in his pants.
Whittaker's grip on his gun became moist as his hand began to sweat. Even he could recognize that at least part of his rage was due to the fact that they'd done it behind his back without him, and he felt cheated and bitter about that. He'd always suspected Sally was a switch-hitter, he'd heard rumors about that when she was in the trade in San Francisco, but he figured that was none of his business. You had to be a little kinky to live in the wild city anyway, he knew.
But to think she'd raped Lisa's hot little cherry with her mouth! And the sight of his sixteen-year-old daughter lusciously naked, the first time he'd seen her that way since she was nine or ten, almost made him shoot off in his pants. His deep fury stayed with him, but now it fused with a blazing excitement, and with the sharp knowledge that he had them both exactly where he wanted them.
The possibilities of that triangle sparked a giant drop of jism from the head of his throbbing dick.
They were moaning deliriously now, shuddering in mad spasms with a shattering mutual orgasm. Muffled screams came from his daughter's throat, a sound so depraved it prickled the hairs on the back of his neck. She might have been sweet and innocent once, but not now, not after the diabolical brunette had sucked her off. If Sally was half as good with a pussy as she was with a cock, Lisa would never be the same.
By the time he got through with both of them, they wouldn't be able to take a piss without his permission, he thought grimly.
Sally was rolling off Lisa now, her creamy tits panting as she lay back on the carpet. Lisa saw him first. She screamed.
Sally sat up, quickly, her face chalk-white. "Oh, Jesus," she whispered. "Oh, wow." She saw the gun hanging loosely in his hand and she unconsciously crossed herself.
"Daddy, I-it was my fault," Lisa whispered, her face crimson. He could see the cunt-juice smeared on her cheeks, and his prick tingled and quivered as Lisa licked her lips in a reflex.
"Get up to the bedroom," he told Sally harshly. "Wait there for me."
Without a word, the trembling brunette got up and quickly left the room. She was surprised that she was still alive. There was no consolation in the thought that if he hadn't shot her by now, he probably wouldn't. Her sharp eyes had not missed the enormous bulge in his pants, the fierce hardon straining with urgent power. She knew what he was going to do to Lisa anyway and that ought to calm him down. She did not know what he was going to do to her and Sally didn't want to think about it. In the bedroom, she lay back on the bed and chainsmoked, waiting for him with resignation, waiting for Lisa's cries of agony to drift upstairs, which would no doubt be followed by cries of hot excitement.
Sally knew a great deal about human nature, too much, she thought wearily, for her own good....
In the living room, Whittaker grimly took off his thick belt while his naked daughter watched with wide, horrified eyes.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. "But it wasn't Sally's fault, honest, it was mine!"
He sat on the edge of the sofa. "Get on my lap," he ordered roughly.
Trembling from head to toe, Lisa obeyed. She straddled his lap awkwardly, her palms on the floor, her body tensed and her eyes tightly shut. His breathing was a loud rasp in the room. The television continued to blare mindlessly away.
Lisa could feel his pounding hardon through his pants, digging into her soft belly, and in spite of her terror she felt a wild surge of excitement.
Whittaker stared at the sixteen-year-old girl's naked ass, the most beautiful and obscenely exciting ass he'd ever seen. Perfectly rounded, hot and silky beneath his fingers, so luscious and inviting he wanted to strip and take his daughter there on the spot.
He began bringing the tail-end of the belt down in a series of vicious lashes that brought sharp screams from Lisa's lips. She didn't struggle, knowing it was useless, but with each stinging lash of white-hot torment across her tender cheeks she quivered furiously.
Whittaker paused for breath, his eyes raking over her now-crimson mounds, trembling with fear. He uncoiled the belt from his hand and tossed it aside. He did not think about what he was doing now, acting by sheer lust and uncontrollable excitement.
He ran his fingertips over her luscious hot ass-cheeks and slid one down to her tiny dripping cunt. He slid a finger into the narrow slit and Lisa moaned feverishly and began grinding her burning cunt on the probing finger, deep moans of lust coming from her throat. She was still frantically excited from Sally's stinging lips and tongue, and she was profoundly curious, too, about what sex would be like with a man. The fact that the man now finger-fucking her with loud rasps was her father fired that excitement even higher.
The feel of Lisa's tight, fiery pussy squirming hotly on his finger, gushing honey down his hand, shattered the last vestige of control in the Chief.
"Get up," he told her hoarsely. She climbed off his lap and quickly he stood up and stripped naked, staring at her plump little tits and lush hips with raw hunger.
"God, Daddy!" Lisa blurted out when she saw his tremendous rod looming out above his balls. "You're so-big!"
No time for a blowjob, he decided urgently. He'd train her about the finer points of his favorite pastime later. First her juicy hot cherry. He pulled her down onto the sofa on top of him, on his lap, in a sitting position.
Lisa trembled with hesitation. "You're way too big, Daddy, you'll hurt me!"
"What the hell did you think I was gonna do when I caught you having sex with your own stepmother?" he snapped. "Buy you some cotton candy? Lift your ass up!"
Quickly, Lisa hoisted her hips, putting her hands on his knees for support. She sucked in her breath as she felt his blazing knob tickle her wet pussy-lips. It throbbed and pounded with fierce heat. His hands clutched her hips and a moment later Lisa let out a sharp scream as he slammed her down, impaling her massively.
"Eeeeeeee! Oooooooh! Daddy, hurts! Hurts, oh, Lord I'm being ripped in two! Unnngh! P-please! Aaaaah!"
Panting, Whittaker held his sixteen-year-old daughter firmly in place on his long rod, waves of hot bliss shooting through his meat as her small, fiery cunt shuddered painfully on his erection. The feel of her silken ass on his crotch, helplessly squirming, the exciting curves of her young tits heaving in his fingers, the texture of her fat, gorged little nipples throbbing beneath his lustful touch nearly triggered the Chief's load.
"Okay, move slow and easy now, honey," he told her. "Real slow and easy, mmmmm, ahhhh! Yes, baby, unnnnf! Jesus, your little pussy is terrific, Lisa! Hot 'n juicy, mmmm!"
Sobbing, the sixteen-year-old cautiously slid up and down on his huge prick. It burned in her tender slit like a roaring fire, taking her breath away each time she pumped downward. She could feel a trickling in her tortured pussy and Lisa knew she was bleeding, that even though technically the sexy brunette had taken her cherry by masturbating and then eating her, this gigantic mass throbbing cruelly in her tight slit was the real thing.
But her father's fingers lustfully stroking and hefting her swollen tits, the feel of his hard muscled body beneath hers was starting to make her juices flow profusely. She was getting more slippery now and the pain was giving way to a delicious friction in her thrilled cunt. Lisa reached down to feel his hard swollen balls.
"Daddy, I-I'm getting to like it!" she cried with delight. "I like fucking! Oooooh, Daddy, your big dick is so wild! Mmmmm, oh, I'm getting hotter, ooooooh!"
She swung faster on his lap now, rubbing her ass obscenely on his crotch and starting to moan feverishly as the thrills inflicted in her excited pussy by his hot meat became more intense. It would have been far more painful if Sally hadn't primed her first with her frenzied mouth, hadn't turned her on to sex so wantonly. Lisa was beginning to enjoy sex with her massively-endowed father as much as she had with her wild, passionate stepmother.
In less than two hours she'd been transformed from a naive virgin into an eager switch-hitter, now-sobbing with frantic bliss as she whipped her boiling cunt rapidly up and down on Whittaker's rod.
"Oooooh, Daddy, I think-I think I'm gonna come! Ooooh, my pussy is so hot it's gonna explode! Aaaaaah! Daddy, shoot! Oh, you've gotta come in me now, now, now! Unnngh! Whoooo!"
The Chief squeezed her panting tits eagerly in his fingers, and gritted his teeth. Christ, what fantastic cunt! Not the cunning, expert spasms of a trained silken pussy like Sally's, but the sweet, slippery and incredibly hot slit of his own lovely daughter, thrashing and wriggling on his prick with blazing excitement.
"Here!" he gasped excitedly. "Here it comes, baby! Aaaaah, Christ, what juicy hot pussy! Ooooh, angel!"
Lisa twisted her head around to bit him frantically on the lips as she came in furious spasms of ecstasy, as her tingling cunt shuddered with happiness on his exploding rod. The moment his thick cream began spurting deep inside her, the first flood of male come she'd ever felt, Lisa went mad with excitement. She pounded on his shoulders with her fists and screamed and writhed deliriously, the tickling sensation in her thrilled pussy driving her wild.
It took her almost five minutes to calm down after Whittaker went limp inside her. The ironic truth struck Lisa that her father had shown her more honest affection while he was having torrid sex with her than he'd ever shown her in her life.
"How was I, Daddy?" she asked him anxiously. "Was I okay?"
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"You were terrific, honey," he told her. His rage toward her was completely gone now that he'd had her cherry-and now that he knew he could have her luscious little pussy any time he wanted. But he was still furious at his wife, largely for beating him to it. .
Lisa climbed off his lap, and with childish curiosity, knelt between his thighs to get a close-up view of the source of her hot pleasure. His long limp rod was caked with her cherry-blood. She picked it up gently in her fingers and darted out her wet tongue to lick at the blood, feeling an eerie thrill and a fast, rising excitement at the first feel of cock in her lips.
Immediately, Whittaker began to stiffen in her eager mouth. In less than a minute he was surging with power, his prick throbbing in her excited lips. He groaned as Lisa seized four inches of his cock tightly in her wet burning mouth and began sucking it with low moans of furious excitement.
"Yes, baby, yes!" he urged her, clutching her head in his hands and starting to lunge his hips. "Use your tongue, angel, aaaah! Shit, that's good, mmmm, yeah!"
He was more aroused by the fact that his sixteen-year-old beautiful daughter was going down on him than by the actual blowjob. She was clumsy compared to his wife's highly skilled lips, but her feverish eagerness and juicy hot mouth more than compensated for her lack of experience.
And, as Lisa sucked a man off-her own father, she realized with a strange delicious rush of guilt-she couldn't help compare the wanton excitement she felt with the slippery thrill of eating her stepmother's pussy. They were totally different, his mass of boiling meat a throbbing, lustful reminder of male power as it quivered and grew rock-hard in her mouth, while Sally's fiery cunt was a suffocating, deliciously smothering wetness that smeared her face and gushed honeyed female excitement in her tingling throat.
Like her stepmother, Lisa was a natural cocksucker, quickly becoming addicted to oral sex-with either sex. She was discovering that if it wasn't up her pussy it might as well be in her frantic mouth, and she swirled her tongue around her father's long cock and ripped her teeth across its hard surface with unashamed obscene joy.
"Oooooh, Oh, Jesus Christ, oh honey, you're-mmmmm-you're a terrific little cocksucker, ooohhh, unnngh!" Whittaker groaned, crushing her head more tightly to his crotch. "Lick my balls, Lisa! Suck on 'em, baby, yeah, Christ, you're a darling!"
Again it struck the sixteen-year-old as ironic that her father was now lavishing praise on her for the first time in her life-and she had to go down on him to get it! But his obscene encouragement inspired her, and she stroked his meat in her hot fist lewdly as she lapped and kissed his testicles, her nostrils tingling with male sweat. His prick was surging ominously in her hand now, and Lisa hastily rammed it back into her mouth, feverishly wanting her first taste of male come spurting in her throat.
And as Whittaker began ejaculating in his daughter's frenzied mouth, he realized Lisa was a fantastic aphrodisiac, that between her tight, juicy slit and her wildly eager mouth he'd practically have a permanent hardon. She was screaming in her throat with depraved bliss now as he began shooting his jism in great torrents. She whipped her mouth back and forth with ravenous hunger, swallowing his thick cream in rapid gulps, milking his bursting rod in her fist to savor every last molten drop.
Even after he'd finished coming, Lisa continued to suck on his deflated prick with crooning happy sounds, the true sign of oral addiction. Her mouth felt deliciously sticky and salty and the jism hit her stomach like a massive shot of stinging liquor.
Whittaker sighed with profound contentment. He hated to admit it to himself, but if it hadn't been for the fact that his wife was a lustful switch-hitter in the first place, he'd probably never have discovered what terrific sex his sixteen-year-old daughter was. But, goddamnit, she still had to be punished for doing it behind his back!
With a final lingering suck, Lisa released his raw cock with a happy sigh and stood up. "Can I get you a drink, Daddy? Or cigarettes or anything?"
He stared at her with suspicion. Lisa never fawned over him like this. His cop's mind told him there were only two motives. Either she was so grateful he'd taken her cherry and initiated her into the pleasures of male sex, or she was stalling for time, trying to make him forget Sally upstairs, so he wouldn't vent his rage on her stepmother.
His cop's cynicism told him it was the latter.
"No," he told her sharply. "Stay down here." He got off the sofa and Lisa clung to him, digging her soft hot tits into his chest and lewdly rubbing her soaked pussy to his rod. He felt his anger toward Sally beginning to melt. Whatever else Lisa might be, she wasn't dumb. The little hot minx was already beginning to wrap him around her little finger, he realized with a thrill of pride. He only hoped she wouldn't turn out to be a bitch like her mother.
"Please, Daddy, don't hurt her," Lisa begged, imploring him with her sexy, curved nakedness. "Let me come with you, please? Pretty please?"
"Okay," he said grudgingly. When she rubbed her sweet plump tits against him like that and ground her moist warm pussy to him, how in the hell could he refuse?
They went up to the bedroom, Whittaker coiling his belt around his fist once more. Sally had already braced herself for the worst and she wasn't alarmed when she saw the belt. Her husband was almost mellow compared to his earlier fury, thanks to Lisa. A little whipping wouldn't do any more than give her a sore ass for a while, and all that had ever done for the lust-inspired switch-hitter was to make her asshole tingle with raw desire.
"Are you okay, Lisa?" she asked the naked girl.
"Oh, sure, Mom," Lisa nodded quickly. "Daddy won't hurt you, will you, Daddy?"
"The hell I won't," he rasped. "You keep out of this, Lisa. Turn over, Sally."
Slowly, the brunette turned over and lay on her belly, her voluptuous ass trembling slightly. She balled the bedsheet beneath her into her fists and braced herself. When she was working the trade in San Francisco, she'd known a couple of sexy housewives who used to pay her lavishly to whip their luscious buttocks and then rape their assholes with the butt of the whip. It was the only way they could come, and only with a beautiful naked swinger wielding the whip, like Sally.
Afterwards, they'd eat her pussy with frenzied gratitude.
Sally bit her lip fiercely, waiting. She was tough, she'd been around and she knew she wasn't going to cry out no matter what he did. He wouldn't get that satisfaction from her, the cruel bastard!
The first lash tore across her naked ass like searing fire and she quivered from head to toe. There I was a sharp cry in the bathroom, but it came from ' wide-eyed Lisa. Again and again the belt ripped across the silently shaking brunette's bare flesh, until her cheeks were a glowing crimson. And with each stinging lash, the desire in Sally's trembling anus grew hotter and more urgent, craving a massive invasion of thick burning meat.
She didn't have long to wait. Heaving for breath, his lust for vengeance sated, Whittaker now had a fierce erection as her ripe ass flushed helplessly. He quickly uncoiled the belt and tossed it aside. He climbed on top of her velvety naked body and Sally urgently reached behind her to grip his pulsing rod in her fist, guiding him to her tiny tingling asshole.
His prick slid in deep and she gasped with hot excitement as the throbbing pressure plunged inside her quivering tunnel. He began fucking her tender ass with vicious lunges, his groans of lust mingling with her moans of pain and pleasure, and Sally squirmed her hips lewdly, intensifying the pressure.
Lisa watched with fascination, her young tits panting feverishly. It was the second time she'd seen her stepmother raped this way and because Sally was so sexy and thrilling in action, Lisa felt her own pussy throb and tremble with raw desire.
She climbed onto the mattress beside the moaning brunette and snuggled her mouth down to Sally's lush tits. She sucked on one swollen mound with whimpers of joy as her father continued ravaging Sally's beautiful, helpless ass. Growing more feverish each moment, Lisa crept her hand down beneath Sally's hot belly and found her soaked cunt. She began frantically masturbating the grateful brunette while she sucked on her tits with whimpers of lust, feeling Sally's squirming, dripping pussy starting to come all over hand.
And all the while the Chief pounded his hard rod into his wife's juicy ass-flesh, he couldn't deny the sight of his own naked, lovely daughter eagerly sucking on Sally's lush tits and fingerfucking her was sparking the wildest climax of his life. They were dynamite together, Lisa and Sally, their softly curved tits and asses opening a whole new world of sex for him, a fountain of lust deep inside his jaded loins.
The icy, cynical Chief of Police of Ocean City had finally found the fountain of youth-which was to him a fountain of endless spurting jism, a gusher drilled by his hot sexy wife and luscious sixteen-year-old daughter in action together.
He was ejaculating now in wild spurts of cream, gasping as Sally's writhing asshole quivered with furious excitement on his bursting prick. The brunette was climaxing in a fever of wanton ecstasy, Lisa's eager fingers stroking deep in her madly sucking cunt while Whittaker's molten come stung her thrilled bowels.
The moment he finished coming, the Chief withdrew his cock and staggered to a chair facing the bed. Christ, a man could screw himself into an early grave with a wife and daughter like that.
When the Chief climbed off Sally, Lisa slipped down between the brunette's spread legs. Sally still lay on her belly while beneath her crotch the sixteen-year-old girl tenderly licked her crimson ass, as if to apologize for her father's cruelty. Lisa traced her wet tongue-tip along the crack of Sally's beautiful naked ass, then plunged her tongue deep into her stepmother's tender asshole, and wriggled it lewdly around.
A moan of profound excitement came from the brunette as Lisa attempted to lick up the come in her anus. The scene was so depraved and wanton that Whittaker could only gape in fascination as his cock tingled sharply and began to rise still again, in spite of his exhaustion. Jesus Christ, he thought, at this rate I'll never go down.
It was the sight of his daughter's luscious, sensuously rounded bare ass that triggered this powerful hardon, so silky and perfectly rounded, the Chief told himself a man had to be a goddamn idiot not to take advantage of the situation. And he knew for a fact she was a cherry, there, too. Hell, she had to lose her anal virginity sooner or later, so why not to her father? Who fed her, raised her, conceived her, paid for her clothes and her keep, and her schooling? Who in the hell deserved it more than himself?
Lisa was huddled between Sally's spread legs on the mattress with her knees folded under her and her plump little ass hovering in the air. She'd gone from tonguing the hotly aroused brunette's asshole to fiercely lapping her fragrant pussy, unable to resist her new compulsion. And it was doubly exciting in this position for Lisa, with her nose pressed to Sally's velvety ass-crack and her tongue reaching deep into her stepmother's slippery hot cunt for her delicious honey.
And, as she sucked hungrily, Sally rubbed her hot ass in a frenzy to Lisa's face and clawed the mattress beneath her. God, the girl learned fast! Her sweet lips and long tongue were pure obscene delight and she was already showing signs of diabolical imagination, pausing every so often to blow cooling gusts of air into Sally's fiery slit.
His hardon bristling with impatience, Whittaker went over to the bed. With her cute ass hovering in the air, he could ravish her standing and although his rod was sore-he'd already had three women today, beginning with the blonde sexy nympho, moving on to his tight stepdaughter and then raping his own wife's lush buttocks-he found it impossible to resist the juicy temptation.
The Chief gripped Lisa's hips firmly in his hands and nudged his cock-head into her pussy-lips to wet it down. Instantly the girl clasped it with feverish lust and Whittaker found himself sucked in as if by a magnetic vortex, pumping his erection deep into her narrow hot pussy with loud groans. All the while Lisa continued eating her stepmother in a frenzy of excitement, Sally's naked, creamy body shuddering with her first orgasm.
Whittaker knew he'd come in less than a minute if he kept it up, with her silken boiling pussy squirming and thrashing madly on his rod. It took will power, but he suddenly jerked his prick out. Lisa raised her head and cried out, begging him to ram it back in.
Quickly, the Chief placed his swollen knob against her tiny helpless anus. Taking a deep breath, he slammed forward with all his might.
A high keening scream came from the girl's lips and she trembled violently. Whittaker kept her impaled without moving, feeling her burning tight asshole throb deliciously on his shaft. Every slight movement she made only increased her agony and his pleasure.
Then he began pumping forcefully, gasps of intense excitement coming from him. Talk about tight and hot!
Lisa tried to find her voice to beg him to stop the torture but her lips moved without sound. Each savage thrust was like a blazing poker up her tender bowels and in a desperate attempt to take her mind off the anguish, she plunged her tongue back into her stepmother's eagerly sucking pussy and lapped furiously to Sally's ecstatic delight.
"Jeeeee.-zus, what an ass, angel!" groaned Whittaker, feeling her churning tunnel begin to suck his load out of him in a frenzy. "Mmmmm, shit, that's wild, baby! Ooooohf!"
Her squirming, boiling asshole wriggled madly on him until he began shooting in fierce spurts, the last of his stamina pouring forth to sting her tender bowels. The strange tickling sensation in her buttocks, the feel of his burning come spurting like a shower of lava in her ass drove Lisa to devour Sally with frantic greed, until the brunette was trying to wrench free of her lust-crazed mouth.
Later that night Lisa lay between her father and her stepmother in their bed. Her natural hunger for affection was overwhelmed between the two of them, since neither could keep their fingers off her soft, silken nakedness. She'd be sleeping here every night, Sally told her. The brunette felt no guilt for turning the sixteen-year-old on so lustfully. She'd been involved in so many strange and obscene acts of sex, she'd long ago passed the point of feeling anything but sheer desire and raw satisfaction.
She'd already decided if there was a hell, she'd made the necessary entry qualifications years ago so what difference did a little more depravity make? Besides, she'd have so much company down there, it was undoubtedly a hell of a lot more crowded than it was on earth.
And lovely little Lisa was definitely worth the trip down....
The Chief of Police suffered from no such philosophical wanderings. A practical man, he informed his wife and daughter that from now on he'd be home promptly at five-thirty every night for dinner and that nothing, absolutely nothing would go on behind his back. It would be a triangle, not a duet.
From now on, he told them solemnly, he was a family man.
Lisa fell asleep first, confused but happy. In some bizarre way, she'd finally drawn her father and stepmother together, had welded the three of them into a family unit. The price she'd paid was her own virgin flesh. More than anything in the world, the adolescent craved simple affection from both her parents and if that innocent hunger had to be laced with wild sex in order to be satisfied, then she too was willing to pay the price.
At the tender age of sixteen, she was learning one of the harshest lessons in life-nothing was ever free, least of all love.
You always paid for it, one way or another. Sally could have told her that from long, bitter experience but it was something everyone had to learn for themselves.
Including Johnny Edmond's passion-crazed, beautiful young wife, whose lesson would be the harshest of all....
CHAPTER SIX
Karen came home for lunch the following day and nervously waited, but the Chief of Police did not show up. She took an extra half-hour, pacing the floor with rising anger. There was a new teller at the bank, a good-looking young stud she'd been eyeing all morning, and it irritated her that she'd passed up a chance for another conquest, another entry in her diary just to be stood up by that cold-eyed sonofabitch with the savage leather belt and gun.
She returned to work in a huff.
Her husband told his partner Al shortly after that that he was taking a couple hours off and returning to his apartment for some sleep, which he needed desperately. He'd screwed no less than four women the day before, beginning with the Chief of Police's stunningly sexy wife, moving on to the hot little nurse who took forever to come, her best friend-and unfortunate victim, as it turned out-the huge-breasted, hot-assed redhead, and finally ending up with his own frantic wife. It was Karen who'd really drained him dry with her fantastically juicy and insatiably greedy cunt.
Johnny did not tell his partner any of the details, since he wasn't a kiss-and-tell stud. He calculated that you never knew who might end up knowing about it, and it was conceivable that you could get your ass blown to smithereens if the wrong party found out. If his business partner, Al, ever found out, for instance, that Johnny had screwed his wife, Johnny would be in big trouble. Kissing and telling was a very bad habit, suitable only for bragging schoolboys, not for TV repairmen in small towns where practically everyone knew each other.
In his apartment, he fell asleep immediately. He woke at four-thirty, called Al to tell him to close the shop without him and he took a long shower, finishing with an ice-cold spray to completely wake up again.
What followed was one of those silly, unforeseen quirks of fate, that had changed so many destinies with such cheerful and devastating indifference. Naked in the bedroom, Johnny went to the dresser to get some clean shorts and socks.
He pulled open the wrong drawer.
Even that wouldn't have mattered, except for a hasty oversight on the part of his wife. He was about to shut the drawer again when he noticed a shiny red book, the corner peeking out from beneath some panties. Curiously, he took the thick book out. It was a five-year diary.
When she'd come home during her lunch hour, Karen had taken the diary out to leaf through it while she waited for the Chief, a pastime that always reassured her ego as she scanned the obscene details. Realizing she was late for work, she'd put it back hastily, leaving the corner in sight.
Now Johnny opened it with a grin. He knew he shouldn't snoop, but what the hell, Karen was so sweet and simple and honest, and-
"Holy fucking shit!" he whispered. His eyes began to bulge in stark disbelief as he started scanning entries. "Sonofabitch!" he shouted, his face turning crimson with rage.
He sank onto the edge of the bed and read intently for thirty solid minutes, his fingers shaking with fury. He read the last entry, the day before, again and again and again.
Then he slammed the diary shut and his lips were tight as he returned it to her dresser drawer. Still naked, he padded into the kitchen and got a beer from the refrigerator, his mind whirling in a daze. He lit a cigarette and sat at the kitchen table, thinking hard.
His sweet, simple, honest and adorable young wife was a fucking nymphomaniac. If he could believe just half the detailed entries in that diary, she'd screwed half of Northern California before she'd even met him. And now she was well on her way to the other half.
"You goddamn tramp!" he shouted, slamming his beer can down so violently on the table he slopped half of it around. After another beer he calmed down slightly.
The question was-what in the hell was he going to do about it? He should leave the insanely horny bitch at once, just pack his stuff and get out fast. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he'd miss her. Christ, she was such a terrific piece of ass. And beautiful. And sexy. And a great cook. And really sweet to him, in spite of her sex-craziness.
What the hell, when you got right down to it, that's what he married her for, her wild, fantastic pussy. And in all honesty, he had to admit that about the same time she was screwing the Chief of Police, he was screwing the Chief's wife. And if Karen was a nymphomaniac, the only difference between him and her-aside from their sex-was that she kept a written and damning record of it, while he didn't.
He recalled the last entry. She was going to try to get him into swapping, into sharing her pleasure. And she said she wanted to make it with a girl, too. That he'd love to see-it would turn him on like a blazing searchlight.
Still, he was shocked even though he realized he didn't really want to leave her. How long would it take him to find another sweet, gorgeous, madly hot and feverishly swinging blonde like Karen? He just couldn't let her off easy, dammit, even if he was hooked on her sexually.
She had to be punished, brutally punished for her crazy behavior. While Johnny had to admit she hadn't done anything he wasn't doing himself when it came to screwing wildly around, it was the idea of Karen putting on such an innocent, wholesome act that really infuriated him. All this time he'd thought she was practically a goddamn virgin, she was screwing half the town!
It was almost time for her to come home from work, he noticed. He still hadn't come to any final decision about leaving her, but he knew one thing with devastating certainty: She'd get a lesson she wouldn't forget for the rest of her life.
Johnny picked up the phone and dialed a number, feeling a rush of relief when a soft female voice answered. For ten minutes he spoke earnestly into the phone, hearing the voice on the other end express astonishment, then amusement, then excitement and eagerness.
"Eight o'clock sharp," he repeated, and hung up the phone. He hurried to dress before Karen got home.
There was going to be a hot time in the old town tonight, he thought furiously as he heard Karen enter the apartment. A very, hot, feverishly hot, maddeningly hot time.
* * *
The truth was, his sexy blonde wife had just too much damn talent to be a secretary, Johnny thought with a wave of admiration during dinner. She would have been an actress. Every day with him had been an Oscar-winning performance. She smiled, she laughed, she radiated shining innocence in her wide blue eyes, she even blushed occasionally when he made a vulgar remark.
You'd think the gorgeous bitch had just gotten out of a convent from watching her.
But it was obvious to Johnny she really was in love with him, in spite of her incredibly wanton sex life on the side. Some of the entries in her diary astounded him. Shortly before she'd met him, she screwed three guys in one night, all three, picked up in bars. She talked about a man's prick as if it were a piece of meat on sale in a supermarket. If there was any consolation, it was in the fact that he'd gotten the highest rating in the whole diary, an A plus-plus.
As soon as she cleared the dinner table, Karen leaned close to him and slithered her tongue in his ear. She was exceptionally hot tonight, frantically aroused as a result of missing sex during her lunch hour, thanks to that bastard the Chief of Police. Her panties had been soaked all afternoon. She stroked his cock through his pants with trembling fingers.
"Let's go to bed," she whispered urgently. "I'm so hot I could scream!"
She'd scream all right, he thought viciously, until she fainted. It was a tribute to her wild sexiness that even as angry as he was at her, he now had a fierce pulsating hardon.
"My tits are terrifically hot," she murmured, unzipping his fly and groping inside to his throbbing meat. "You know what I want, don't you, honey?"
Karen craved being fucked in her beautiful tits from time to time, lewdly rubbing the jism over her naked panting mounds and then lasciviously craning down to lick it off her breasts. Johnny glanced at his watch. Just enough time.
"Sure, baby, but there's just one thing. I want to try a little experiment. Let's strip, okay?"
Karen was naked in seconds, shivering with anticipation. In the bedroom, Johnny got out the short lengths of nylon cord he'd cut earlier.
"Lie on your back with your arms and legs spread out, baby, like a crucifixion. I'm going to tie you down."
"Far out!" she exclaimed, quickly obeying him. How could Johnny know this was what she secretly desired and fantasized? There were numerous references to it in her diary, but Karen had forgotten about the red ledger at the moment. After all, there was no reason to make an entry today.
There would be enough tonight, though, to fill up ten pages tomorrow.
She trembled with eager excitement as Johnny looped the cords around her wrists and ankles and tied them securely to the bed-frame. Naked, he stood back with hands on hips surveying her luscious hot curves, his long rod bristling.
"Hey, this feels great!" Karen grinned, straining at her bonds. She craved the feeling of helplessness it gave her, the sensation of total weakness, of being at the mercy and whim of another human being. "What made you decide to try this, Johnny?"
For a reply, he opened her dresser drawer, took out the red diary and held it up, his eyes blazing.
"This, you goddamn nympho," he snapped.
Karen's face turned a ghastly white. "Oh, Jesus," she whispered. Her throat felt dry and a sudden icy finger of fear probed at her seething loins. From the furious gleam in his eyes, this wasn't a game any longer. She struggled fiercely at her bonds for a minute, the shocking impact of her helplessness really striking her for the first time.
"Johnny, I-I don't know what to say, darling," she whispered with tears in her eyes. "I meant to tell you about it, honest, honey-what are you going to do to me?"
"First," he said in an icy voice, "I'm just gonna watch. It says in your diary that you want to make it with girls, right?"
"Yes," she confessed, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. "Just one time, to see what it's like, Johnny. Why?"
The doorbell rang. He left her, and Karen shivered with a strange blend of mad excitement and chilling fear as she heard female voices in the living room. What in the hell was going on!
He returned to the bedroom with two girls in tow. Karen's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She suddenly felt ridiculous tied down naked like this, but from the way the two women were staring at her, wild shivers of excitement raced through her tawny flesh, giving her goose-bumps.
"Ladies," Johnny said with heavy sarcasm and a sweeping gesture, "this is my wholesome, innocent wife, Karen. Karen, my sweet, this is Amy and Marge, two recent friends who are just dying to meet you."
"Oh, wow!" Marge exclaimed, "she's beautiful, Johnny!" The redhead felt a feverish excitement race through her blood as she drank in Karen's lush curves, absorbed the fact that this stunningly sexy blonde was utterly helpless. She desperately wanted to be the first to rape her, but Amy had the spiked dildo, dammit!
"She's lovely," the petite nurse said, her eyes smoldering on Karen's dusky-nippled tits and sleek thighs. Amy had never wanted to go down on a girl's pussy-until now. The blonde was so damned sexy and luscious, so gorgeously curved Amy knew she had to dig her mouth to that lovely pink pussy just to see what it tasted like.
She'd been startled when Johnny called her up earlier that day and told her he wanted to teach his wife a lesson, promising her he'd shack up with her and Marge for a solid week if she and the redhead would help him. He wanted Amy and Marge to tease her to the point of sheer madness, do everything they could think of to arouse her to a frenzy and then savagely rape her with the giant dildo. The same way Amy had ravaged the big redhead.
"Give her a lesson she'll never forget," Johnny had told the excited nurse. "And, baby, I'll give you and Marge a few nights you'll never forget!"
"What-what are you going to do to me?" Karen whispered to the woman. She didn't like the way they were gaping at her, especially the big-breasted redhead, who seemed absolutely fascinated by her naked flesh as if she'd love to maul every inch with her hot lips and white teeth.
"We're going to play games, darling," Amy said, beginning to undress. Marge quickly followed suit. Fierce, breathless excitement mingled with Karen's panic as her eyes went from the small soft curves of Amy's tits and cute ass to Marge's enormous mounds and generous buttocks.
The helpless blonde looked pleadingly at her husband, but his eyes were grim in spite of his colossal, throbbing prick. It wasn't the idea of having him teach her a lesson for her wild playing around behind his back that humiliated her. Karen would be the first to admit she deserved it. But he'd brought in two of his girlfriends to do it for him!
And they were damned sexy, too, she realized with unashamed lust.
Now Karen's eyes grew huge with fear as Amy opened a large paper sack she'd brought with her, and removed a gigantic artificial prick. Karen stared at it with awe and terror. There were dozens of tiny spike-like mounds covering its thick, curved length and it had a harness attached to it.
"Good God, you can't seriously think of putting that thing in me!" she sobbed. "You'll rip me in two!"
The nurse smiled at her lasciviously as she strapped the harness on. "Honey, you're looking at pure paradise! Or hell," she added with a sly grin, "depending on how I use it."
"Just lemme suck on her tits for a minute, please, Amy?" begged Marge anxiously. "Just a quick suck?"
"Okay," the smaller woman said. "Work her up good, Marge."
Amy grasped Johnny's enormous rod as they both watched the redhead eagerly climb on top of the sobbing blonde. The nurse began stroking Johnny's cock in her hot fist, her gleaming eyes never leaving the naked women on the bed.
"Oooooh, they're beautiful!" whispered Marge, clutching one of Karen's silky round tits in her greedy fingers. She started sucking lustfully on the nipple, all the while writhing her hotly sucking cunt to Karen's steaming crotch.
And in spite of her terror of the massive dildo, the bound blonde whimpered with furiously rising excitement. Her nipple tingled madly from the redhead's lusty mouth and the feel of her boiling pussy grinding to her throbbing slit created an intensely delicious and obscene friction.
"Aaaaaaah!" Karen moaned, wishing her hands were free to grab the redhead's huge sexy ass. "Oh, that's exciting, Marge! Yesssss, mmmmm! I'm getting HOT! Please, eat me, honey, go down on me!"
Her own tits panting feverishly, Marge looked over at Amy. "Can I, Amy, please? Can I eat her pussy?"
"No," Amy said angrily. "You greedy bitch, you never offered to go down on my pussy! But I'll tell you what you can do, Marge," she added with cunning. "You can kiss and lick every inch of her gorgeous body except her pussy. I'll help you, too."
A grin of satisfaction crossed Johnny's face as the nurse, the immense red cock looming obscenely out from her thighs, went over to the bed to join Marge. He'd had a hunch that if anyone could drive Karen crazy with diabolical teasing, it would be the small blonde with the turned-up nose and deceptively cute smile. As a slow comer, she would be frustrated, and she just had to have a malicious streak boiling inside her for that reason.
Panting with eager delight, Marge slid down over Karen's ripe naked flesh and showered kisses on her soft belly, then began lapping around her inner thighs, sparking urgent moans from Karen.
Meanwhile Amy was now sucking on Karen's lush tits, with hotter and greedier lips than the redhead. She'd seen a lot of naked girls in her nursing career, but this tanned, sensuously curved knockout was the first one that had ever really turned her on, made Amy want to devour her silken pink cunt in a frenzy of hunger.
"Oh, God," Karen moaned, trembling violently from the teasing kisses of both women on her tits and thighs. "Oh, please, don't torture me like this-eat me, I beg you, I'm going crazy like this, girls! Be good to me, and I'll do it for you, too-I'll eat you both, I swear!"
The idea so aroused the redhead she sneaked in a teasing lap on Karen's tender pussy-lips, thrilled at the fragrant taste. She would have dug her lips and tongue into that juicy crack with howls of passion if it hadn't been for her fear of Amy. Ever since the nurse had raped her agonized asshole the night before, Marge knew she could be a holy terror. She had to content herself with lascivious laps and kisses of Karen's hot inner thighs and belly, nibbling on the golden flesh with panting lust.
Karen was in pure torment now as Amy and Marge both worked her up into a frenzy of desire. Amy was French-kissing her now, ramming her tongue deep into the blonde's burning mouth while her fingers endlessly stroked and loved Karen's swollen tits. But it was Marge who was driving her to the brink of madness, every few seconds lavishing a furtive hot suck on her aching cunt-lips, a teasing thrill that brought cries of desperation from Karen's throat.
A huge drop of cream oozed out of Johnny's dick as he watched the obscene exhibition in fascination. It was tremendously exciting to see the three naked girls huddled together on his bed, Amy lewdly kissing and playing with his wife's tits while Marge stroked Karen's long silken legs in her hands and tongued her thighs with wanton eagerness. Johnny was fiercely tempted to ram the redhead's huge, creamy ass while she was immersed in Karen's crotch, but he didn't want anything to interfere with this lesson.
Amy was trembling with mad excitement now, from the feel of Karen's sultry mouth beneath hers and the lush curves of her heaving tits in her fingers.
"Time," she told Marge. "Move your big ass, honey."
Reluctantly the redhead made room for Amy on the bed, climbing up beside Karen as the nurse hunched down between the blonde's sleek, tanned thighs. She just had to eat her before she raped her or she wouldn't be able to sleep nights wondering if Karen tasted as delicious as she looked.
"Don't let her come!" Johnny warned Amy. "She'll come right away if you suck her off! She's hotter than hell."
"Not the way I'm gonna do it," Amy told him contemptuously. She clutched Karen's ripe naked ass in her fingers and hoisted it off the bed, licking her lips. "Believe it or not, my mouth is a cherry," she told Karen, grinning. "I've never done this before."
"Yesssss," Karen hissed her eyes blazing. "Eat it, honey, oh, God, suck it fast, before I explode!"
Marge and Johnny watched avidly as Amy darted out her tongue and began teasing Karen's slippery cunt-lips with slow, tantalizing strokes. With each upward lap of her tongue, Karen's bound body shuddered and rose as if magnetized, her pussy sucking fiercely at the teasing fire.
"Unnnnnngh, Amy, please! Oh, Jesus, you're driving me insane! Eat it, I'll do anything, anything!"
Marge whispered slyly in Karen's ear. "If you suck me off, Karen, I'll do it to you later, I promise! For a whole hour, okay, beautiful?"
Frantically, Karen nodded. She was so deliriously aroused she would have gone down on an army of fat-breasted, big-assed girls like Marge if they marched into the room right now. Marge clambered up at the head of the bed with her back to the headboard. Her eyes sparkling with eagerness she folded a knee on each side of Karen's ribs and loomed her ripe ass over the nympho's face.
Slowly, she lowered her dripping red-haired pussy onto the blonde's waiting mouth.
And then screamed with wild joy as Karen stung deep into her pulsing cunt with her long tongue.
Beneath her steaming, sucking pussy Karen was lashing into the succulent crack in a frenzy of naked lust. Her first taste of hot pussy had come when she was maddeningly aroused by Amy's teasing lips, and she sucked and kissed and snaked her tongue furiously at the squirming, gushing slit, unable to get enough of the juicy wet heat in her mouth.
Suddenly the nurse was starting to suck her inflamed pussy in frantic laps and Karen's screams of excitement were muffled by Marge's writhing cunt and fleshy thighs.
For a moment Johnny was tempted to stop the nurse. She was digging into Karen's crotch like a wild animal, her head bobbing feverishly in time to her stroking tongue. But he had a hunch Amy knew what she was doing.
And he was right.
The blonde nurse was on the point of being carried away by the juicy, utterly delicious fire of Karen's sweet pussy, by the silken wriggling flesh that oozed honey into her mouth like a golden fountain of sex. But as Johnny's wife shuddered and thrashed her cunt to Amy's mouth, the nurse remembered the bargain. And she knew she could always eat Karen out later on, when this harsh lesson was over, that the stunning nympho would be perpetually hot and available for sex.
And her hung husband was practically the only man that had stayed with Amy long enough to make her come. He'd promised her a solid week of strenuous screwing if she kept her part of the bargain.
So the moment Amy sensed that Karen was about to have a shattering orgasm-she could feel the electric excitement in the blonde's fiery slit like shock-waves starting to roll-Amy quickly pulled her mouth away.
Karen issued a high muffled scream of protest while Marge fucked her mouth with loud groans of obscene happiness, squirming her dripping pussy lewdly over Karen's helpless mouth, crushing her exploding slit in savage lunges on her smeared face.
Trembling feverishly in her torment, Karen could only strain at her bonds and continue to vent her delirious passion on the redhead's boiling crotch, which was threatening to suffocate her now, raping her mouth with raw lust.
Johnny let out a sigh of relief the moment Amy released Karen's frantically jerking pussy. The nurse was mouthing his wife now, and it was all the more obscene "because Marge continued to ride Karen's trapped mouth. Johnny realized with a rush of hot excitement that he was going to witness the bizarre spectacle of having his beautiful young wife raped in both her mouth and her cunt at the same time by two madly aroused, swinging girls.
Amy had to hunch her head down a little to make room for Marge's thrashing pussy, but she loved to suck on ripe tits when she used the monstrous dildo anyway-especially Karen's lush mounds. She switched the huge dick on and placed the head of the crimson cock against Karen's soaked slit.
She slid it in slowly, and Karen's body arched sharply and a deep scream filled the bedroom. It was a scream of intense excitement, Johnny knew, but he also knew that would turn to agony soon enough. Amy had gone into explicit detail about how the spiked dildo worked on the phone.
"It can drive you crazy with happiness," she'd told him earlier, "but it can also drive you nuts, period. Because once you start coming, if that red voltage button is held down for more than thirty seconds, believe me you'll need a straightjacket! You can't stop coming, see, and your pussy runs wild trying to escape the thrills. If you don't pass out, you're ready for the funny farm!"
And Amy had given Johnny her solemn assurance that once she got through with Karen's hot pussy, she'd plunge it into her tender asshole with all the strength she could summon. He'd seen what she did to Marge last night and he knew the petite nurse was capable of almost anything when it came to sex. He'd also seen how frightened Marge was of Amy tonight.
The lesson was beginning.
As Amy worked the giant cock deeper into Karen's feverishly sucking cunt, the blonde nympho began trembling with violence and unbearable excitement. The dildo was the biggest mass she'd ever had rammed up her pussy and the tiny spikes were sending insanely lustful jolts through her silken flesh, thrills that rocked and quivered every nerve in her naked body.
And as delicious and lewdly exciting as the redhead's cunt was slamming to her mouth, Karen wanted to concentrate every fiber of her being on the incredible, shocking sensations in her gorged slit. She knew how to get Marge off. She seized a hunk of soft thigh in her teeth and bit savagely.
Marge let out a horrified scream and quickly scrambled off the crazed blonde.
Gazing down at her rapist with wild eyes, Karen hissed, "Yes! Oh, Amy, fuck me, honey! Oooooo, it's unbelievable! Oh, shit, I can't stand it! Oh, baby, darling, angel, lover, aaaagh! Ungh? Unfff? Wha-what are you eeeeee! EEEEEE!"
Amy had suddenly pressed the voltage button and a series of breathtaking explosions shattered Karen's madly clasping cunt. The blonde tugged insanely at her bonds and her ass rose high off the mattress and shuddered with intense shock as the current continued jolting for thirty full seconds, forty, fifty--Karen fainted.
Quickly, Amy released the button but she kept fucking the helpless blonde with deep, powerful strokes. She was unbearably hot herself now, aroused to a nerve-racking pitch by the feel of Karen's ripe burning flesh beneath her, the delicious taste of her satiny tits in her mouth.
Karen came to, whimpering in a daze. The electrifying jolts were gone and now there was the steady, humming prick ramming in and out of her tight pussy to tear through her raw nerves and make her come in profound, unbearable spasms.
The nympho's lips moved soundlessly, praying. All her life, practically ever since she could remember, all she'd ever yearned for was a huge thrilling cock shoved up her aching vagina, pumping relentlessly away so she'd never stop climaxing.
Now that she had her wish, she prayed for it to go away before she lost her mind. Through the tears stinging her eyes she looked over at her husband and saw with a shock that the redhead was now on her knees before him, lustfully licking his crimson rod as if it were a delicious lollipop. But Johnny was gazing back at her, his eyes gleaming with vengeance as the redhead eagerly sucked on his erection.
You asked for it, honey, and you've got it-his eyes told her.
"Help me!" she cried. "Johnny, make her stop!"
His response shocked her even more. He gently pushed Marge away from his hardon-she tried to cling to it feverishly as if she were a starving dog and this was the last bone in the world-and came over to the bed.
"Harder!" he told Amy. "Fuck her with every inch of it, Amy."
Sweat covered the petite rapist's body now and Johnny could see she was beginning to flag. He decided to inspire her. His long cock shining with Marge's saliva, Johnny mounted Amy from behind, sliding his prick deep into her juicy slit.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped, coming quickly to life. "Oooh, fuck it, Johnny, fast and hard, stud! Ram it home!"
To Karen's horror, each time her husband lung-ed his huge rod forward into Amy's hot dripping cunt, the nurse plunged into her pussy that much more savagely, gorging Karen to the point of sheer madness.
And again in her wild excitement, Amy pressed the red button for more than a full minute and again Karen passed out from shock and unwanted, violent thrills.
Kneeling between both girls' legs, with his massive rod impaling Amy's sucking slit while she raped Karen mercilessly, Johnny's excitement was intensely hot. There were three naked and feverishly horny girls in the room, and he had yet to get his rocks off!
But it was the sight of the petite blonde sucking on his sexy wife's luscious tits and brutally fucking her that really turned the rugged TV repairman on. He'd never seen two women make it before and it sparked a wild new lust in his loins, especially since one of them was his own passionate wife. Karen's lesson was far from over, but Johnny knew he wasn't going to leave her now. Hell, why should he? She was his ticket to a new world of wanton sex, a whole new avenue of adventure.
With her stunning looks, swapping would be a cinch, but triangles intrigued him even more. It was obvious Karen was more than eager to swing with other girls since watching her devour the redhead with frenzied moans and sucks, and the possibilities a three-way presented were almost unlimited.
Karen was coming to again with soft whimpers, her mind numb with raw violent sex. "No more," she begged helplessly to Amy. "Oh, God, no more, Amy! I can't stannnd it!"
"Shove it up her ass, now," Johnny told the nurse viciously as he pumped deep inside her hotly sucking pussy. "Now!"
Even if Amy had wanted to show the gorgeous nympho mercy, her own pleasure depended completely on Johnny's massive cock cramming her slit, so she was quick to obey. She withdrew the humming monster and guided it against Karen's tiny anus.
Instantly Karen froze in terror. She shut her eyes tightly and held her brath, silently praying no, no, no!
The pain was so furious and blazing she couldn't even summon a scream.
The huge cock ripped deep into her tender asshole, boiling, tearing, shattering, ravaging in a gigantic thrust of Amy's hips.
And then, adding the final insult to injury. Amy pressed the red voltage button. For ten seconds Karen's ripe naked flesh quivered like a frail leaf in a thunderstorm, and a thousand stars exploded in her mind and tortured asshole. And then, mercifully, she lost all sensation as she plunged into unconsciousness.
Still Amy continued to pump ruthlessly in Karen's narrow tunnel, her own cunt starting to spasm with bliss from Johnny's immense stroking rod.
"Shoot your rocks in me now!" she gasped, squeezing Karen's hot tits in her lewd fingers as she raped her helpless ass. "Gimme your jism now, Johnny!"
But by now Johnny had found his second wind and he knew he could have stayed hard for hours if it weren't for a strange, delicious teasing sensation on his swollen balls.
Seething with frustration at being left out of the torrid action, Marge could only watch with lust and envy, her own fingers dipping down to her madly throbbing pussy. When she was unable to endure being left out any more, she crawled up on the bed, hunched between three sets of thighs. By craning her head far forward, she could suck and-lick at Johnny's hairy balls while she masturbated herself, and it was this peculiar thrill that enabled Johnny to climax.
While Karen stirred to her fierce agony and tried to pass out again, Johnny began shooting his boiling cream into Amy's shuddering slit and now all three of them-Johnny and Amy and Marge-came simultaneously, in a din of gasps and moans, and a mass of sweating naked flesh.
After that, Johnny generously decided his wife had had enough of the harsh, unforgettable lesson, and Amy withdrew the spiked cock. But neither Marge nor Amy had had enough of Karen's luscious, helplessly bound body.
Johnny watched silently as they sucked her off ravenously in turn, experimenting with various combinations. Marge went down on Amy while she devoured the dazed and sobbing nympho, and then Amy lapped at Marge's seething pussy while she orally raped Karen.
Finally Johnny rewarded both girls for their efforts by screwing each one in turn, while Karen looked on in a fever of numb shock. Then they untied the trembling blonde and after some cheerfull-and hollow-apologies to Karen, the girls left.
Johnny watched his wife crawl on all fours up to where he stood. She stared up at him with glazed eyes. Then she collapsed on the floor, clinging to his legs.
"Never," she whispered faintly. "Johnny, I swear I'll never, never, never screw anyone again without your permission, honey!" She sniffled, every silken inch of her lush body shivering with exhaustion and torment.
"What's my name?" Johnny said in a hard voice.
She stared up at him with tears in her eyes. She was about to say Johnny when she understood.
"Master," she whispered. "You're my master."
"Remember that always," he said ominously. Then he decided she'd had enough. He lifted her and carried her to the shower, where he soaped her tanned, satiny flesh down while she stood humbly, almost too weak to move. Both her pussy and her tender asshole felt like a mass of raw chopped hamburger. When he turned the faucet to an icy spray, she yelped, but after a minute she revived and felt almost alive again.
Refreshed, Karen toweled him dry, reverently kissing his cock and balls, feeling deliciously like a sex-slave. In bed, she turned to him.
"May I go down on you?" she whispered. "Master?"
Christ, Johnny thought with astonishment, after what she'd been through, enough to cure any sex-fiend of the mere thought of sex for at least six months, she was ready to swing again!
"That's my wife," Johnny said dryly. "Sure, go ahead, Karen."
She crawled down between his legs and began to lick and kiss his rod with her fiery lips and tongue. There was a different quality to her lust now, Johnny noticed. She'd always been a hot feverish animal at this, a moaning wildcat. Only now there was a humble desire to please, a note of worship in her greedy sucks and kisses. He'd found the difference-she was still a wildcat, but now she was finally tamed....
