Twenty minutes after she left the house, Sheila Marks nervously rang the doorbell in the plush apartment building. On the second ring, the door swung open.
"You're a little late," the tall blonde said. There was a cruel, mocking twist to her sensual lips as she smiled and swung the door wide for Sheila to enter. The ripe-breasted brunette had only met the blonde stewardess twice before, but every time she entered her apartment, eerie thrills raced up and down her spine. The ravishing blonde poured drinks for both of them and handed Sheila hen, her lustrous blue eyes smoldering up and down on Sheila's billowing tits and shapely legs, drinking in her curves hungrily.
Carol looked very feminine and sensual in her black negligee, and it would have taken an expert to guess she was an ardent switch-hitter who could handle either sex with ease. She'd become a stewardess at twenty-one and had been turned on by another wanton stewardess who'd shared a hotel room with her one night in Hong Kong. Carol quickly learned that such affairs between stewardesses were common, especially on short notice where no appealing men were available. Carol swung either way, but whichever way she went, she threw her greedy lips and gorgeous body into the session with naked fervor. If she had a single ambition, the seductive blonde wanted more than anything to be the most terrific lay in the world. Almost all the men and women who'd been at the receiving end of her mouth and fingers and madly sucking pussy would say she succeeded.
When she'd first met Sheila two weeks ago at an informal party, she immediately sized up the beautiful brunette as an extremely horny housewife who wasn't certain what to do about it. She probably wasn't getting enough from her husband, Carol decided, and the reason was obvious. With his looks he was getting enough action on the side to keep him busy if not exhausted. He would have little time left for his wife. So now the sexy housewife was searching the room with desperate eyes, probably looking for an affair with someone else's husband.
Carol moved in quickly. Frustrated housewives were her specialty, along with frustrated husbands.
But would Sheila Marks go for her brand of sex? Carol had a hunch the lushly curved brunette would go for anything that resembled excitement. And hell, Carol told herself, she had nothing to lose. She could always get all the men she wanted with her sultry looks. But beautiful women were a challenge.
Smoothly, Carol got on very friendly terms with Sheila before she suggested they get together at her apartment for coffee later that week. Sheila hesitated, then agreed as Carol knew she would. Women like Sheila who were tied down with families were always fascinated by stewardesses, by their aura of adventure and travel and swinging nights in strange places.
Later that week when Sheila showed up at her apartment, the blonde stewardess had her in bed in less than an hour and three drinks. Carol knew that women like Sheila wouldn't even dream of such brazenly shocking acts unless the timing was just perfect. And she'd gauged the sexy brunette's desperation to perfection. Sheila Marks wasn't just hot – she was on fire from the hot spongy tips of her superb tits down to her wild, insatiable cunt. Once Carol burrowed her hungry mouth to Sheila's burning pussy, there was no let up for a solid thirty minutes as the moaning, thrashing brunette came again and again, her hot juices spewing into the blonde's eager mouth, her long legs locked feverishly around Carol's waist. The stewardess was always exceptionally nice to her partner – the first time around.
The second time had been slightly different. Carol used a dominant tone to her voice and began giving the passionate housewife orders. At first, Sheila bridled but then gave in.
This time, the voluptuous blonde decided as she stared at Sheila's body, she would really go all out. Tonight Carol wore sheer black stockings beneath her negligee and five-inch heels to emphasize her stunning legs.
First, she would get her hotter than a firecracker, although it was clear that the brunette was already excited. She gulped her drink down nervously as Carol approached her. The stewardess stepped behind Sheila and undulated her pussy to the housewife's plump ass in a lewd fucking motion. For a minute she hefted and caressed Sheila's big warm tits to bring a soft moan from her throat.
"Undress me," Sheila urged. "I'm so damned horny, Carol. And I can't wait to see your surprise for me. Mmmmmm, it can't be better than the fantastic way you eat my pussy, darling. Nothing can. Please hurry."
The surprise could wait for the right moment, when Sheila would be ready to beg for it. Slowly, lasciviously, the tall blonde unzipped Sheila's dress and tossed it on the sofa. Site removed her bra from behind, cupping and massaging her delicious hot tits in her fingers to make Sheila groan with impatience. Then she knelt behind the aroused brunette and inched her panties down, trailing her long wet tongue along the back of Sheila's beautifully rounded ass to make her shiver. When Sheila was totally naked, Carol stepped around to face her. She took off her negligee and moved close to Sheila, their naked silky tits touching. Still keeping her black sheer nylons and heels on, Carol darted a hand down to tease Sheila's hotly soaked pussy.
"Want me to suck on your tits and play with your pussy for a while, darling?" Carol murmured. "Fingerfuck you before I go down and eat you half to death? Like that?"
Sheila's face flushed. Since meeting the hungry stewardess, obscene words excited her tremendously. "Oh yes, darling. I'd love it. With you, I don't ever want to stop coming, Carol."
"Then why," Carol said as she squeezed her palm hard on Sheila's throbbing cunt to make her shudder, "why haven't you eaten me? Do you think I'm an electric pussy-eating machine? All I ever do is give. The farthest you've gone so far is to suck on my titties and fingerfuck me until I come. It's your turn now, you know that, don't you?"
Sheila's face turned crimson in spite of her feverish lust. She knew the truth as well as Carol. She secretly felt that as long as she didn't go down on the wanton blonde, she wasn't really doing anything awful or shocking. She was only the recipient of a beautiful bisexual's attentions, and that was enough to give her a delicious sense of guilt and shame. Like tasting forbidden fruit without actually eating it in the respectable housewife's mind, there was a boundary line she wouldn't permit herself to cross.
But now Sheila's passion was at a frantic pitch as Carol lewdly stroked and rubbed her drenched hot cunt and rubbed her ripe tits to hers with obscene care.
"You're right," Sheila whispered. "I'm selfish, darling. I'll do it to you, too. I'll eat your pussy, Carol. Now, right now."
"I knew you'd see it my way," Carol grinned. She wrapped her arms around the brunette and ground her pussy to hers as she gave her a passionate French kiss, her hot tongue searching deep. Before she finished with Sheila Marks tonight, the sexy housewife would be hooked on her brand of thrills for life. Sheila released the trembling brunette, and went over to her dresser. From a drawer she removed two items – a two-foot length of rope and an enormous dildo, its ten-inch length covered with tiny pimples. But this was no ordinary spiked dildo. Carol had gotten it in Copenhagen, where such items were on display in store windows. This monstrous prick did more than simply hum and quiver violently when it was switched on. There was a separate button on bottom, which when pushed delivered a ten-volt electric shock. Whoever invented it was a genius, Carol thought, because the shock was just enough to increase the thrills to a maddening pitch of excitement.
In fact, when Carol first bought it, she locked herself in a hotel room for twenty-four hours and had the time of her life. She finally came out dazed, exhausted and with a fierce, satisfied glow in her loins that lasted for almost a week. She'd gotten so carried away, she'd damn near driven herself insane with the shocking prick.
The naked brunette took a startled step back when she saw the dildo. Her eyes widened with fear.
"Don't worry," Carol assured her, "it won't hurt. In fact, you may end up loving this more than me."
Sheila looked doubtful. "What's the rope for?"
"Just a game, Sheila. I want to tie your hands behind your back. That's to keep you from clawing me to death once we get started. I don't want to end up in a hospital tonight."
A tremor of frenzied fear and excitement raced through Sheila's voluptuous naked flesh. Could any sensation possibly be that exciting?
"Turn around," Carol ordered, and the panting brunette eagerly obeyed. Carol tied her wrists behind her, then spun her around to face her again. Sheila had a sudden panicky feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was helpless, utterly helpless like this, and the burning hunger in the blonde's blue eyes had a crazy tint.
"I don't think I can do this, Carol," she said in a shaking voice. "It's too bizarre. I've changed my mind. Please untie me. Please?"
"Like hell," the stewardess said with such viciousness Sheila felt faint. Carol seized Sheila's tits in her fingers and squeezed harshly, making Sheila cry out softly.
"There's no way out now, darling," Carol said, grinning. "This is it. Now get on your knees. Get on your knees!"
Slowly, feeling totally weak and submissive, the naked housewife sank to her knees before the statuesque blonde. Dazed as she was, Sheila Marks knew she would never be the same after this night.
At the very same moment the bound housewife fell humbly to her knees before the obscenely smiling stewardess, her daughter lay trembling in bed, watching her naked father approach her. His crimson-crested prick seemed impossibly huge, but there was as much excitement as fear in Becky Marks as he lay down beside her and stroked her tawny naked curves.
"Won't hurt," Glenn promised her. "I'm going to suck your cherry first, angel, and you're going to love it."
He kissed her passionately on her mouth, then slid his lips down to suck on each hot tit in turn, very gently biting the lust-fat nipples to make Becky moan feverishly. It was all Glenn could do to keep from coming in a violent burst as he trailed his mouth down over his daughter's softly rounded belly. He spread her hot thighs wide and hunched between her legs, gazing down at her juicy pink cunt. It peeped out between her sparse golden fringe of pussy-hairs, wet and palpitating with Becky's wild excitement.
Glenn never particularly cared for eating pussy. He indulged his wife occasionally, and once in a while he used it as a reward for a partner who was an exceptional fuck, but he preferred straight relentless fucking.
But now, with his tingling mouth only inches away from his own daughter's delectable virgin pussy, he wouldn't have traded the position for anything. Already the moaning blonde was jerking her cunt upward in a mute plea, and she raised her legs high to place her feet on his shoulders, exposing her tiny slit to the fullest. Glenn clutched her satiny hot ass-cheeks in his hands and pulled the pink rosebud closer.
Then he began sucking off his daughter.
With the very first lap of his tongue on her swollen clitoris, Becky's naked body rose in a high arc off the bed and she screamed.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy! Oh God, wonderful! Eat me, eat me, eat me!"
Slowly, Glenn increased the long leisurely sucks of his lips and tongue on Becky's virgin hot cunt. For a few minutes he nibbled on her succulent clit-bud, then rammed his tongue deep into her tight burning slit. His daughter squirmed under his assault, shuddering from head to toe. She twined her fingers in his hair and tugged ferociously as shattering thrill after thrill tore through her quivering virgin-cunt. Tears of breathless joy gushed down Becky's cheeks from the intense lustful sensations racing through her tender loins as her father kissed and sucked and lapped her pussy with uncontrollable greed. Her sweet honeyed cherry-juices trickled hotly and profusely into his mouth, and the bed creaked violently beneath her savagely thrashing ass.
"Daddy, I'm-I'm gonna explode! Oh, I love it!"
Inspired by her blissful screams, Glenn dug deeper and harder with his frenzied tongue, snaking it as far as it would go into her luscious cherry-cunt. He twirled it around in mad circles around her silken walls, and Becky sobbed and clawed at his shoulders with sharp nails. His daughter was coming, he could tell, even though she didn't know it.
"Yes, yes, yes, daddy. suck me, eat me! Oooooooooo,Jeeeeezus, I'm -it's on fire!"
For five minutes, Glenn burrowed his frantic tongue into her juicy cunt while the shuddered and thrashed her sweating ass in a fury of joy. More of her honeyed fluid seeped into his mouth and he swallowed it with obscene relish. His own beautiful daughter was coming wildly in his mouth and her delirious passion was so contagious he had to fight the urge to shoot his load all over the bed.
She clung to his hair fiercely when he tried to pull his mouth away, and he had to use force.
"More, Daddy, more!" Becky gasped, sobbing and heaving her naked curves in spasms of lust. "Eat me more, Daddy! I love it. More!"
"That's enough," he panted, wiping the hot juice off his cheeks with the back of his hand. It was time to take her succulent cherry. Her eyes had a wanton glazed shine as she stretched out her hands to seize his throbbing prick. She tried to ram it toward her pulsating cunt with low moans of lust, but Glenn prevented her.
"I'll just tear you up that way," he told Becky. "Come on, angel, let's sit in the chair and I'll cuddle you while I take your cherry."
Eagerly, the panting girl leaped off the bed and followed him to the overstuffed chair facing the bed. She climbed onto his lap facing him. Her knees folded under her, and then Becky rammed her tongue into his mouth while she used both hands to jerk his thick cock. For a minute, Glenn let his daughter play with it while he kissed and sucked her tawny tits.
"All right, turn around, sweetheart," he told Becky in an urgent voice. "Now be careful – go very slowly or you'll be sorry, Becky."
The blonde scrambled around. She placed her feet on his thighs above his knees, with her luscious hot ass poised over his lap. Her throbbing cunt hovered just above the glistening crimson knob of his pounding meat. Carefully, Glenn lowered her hips in his hands, until her burning pussy made contact with the head of his stiff rod.
"Very slow, now," he cautioned his daughter. "Real careful, Becky. Ahhhhhh, that's it, yeah, just squirm a little on it. Mmmmmmm, good, baby, very good. Oh, that sweet pussy!"
Squealing with delight, Becky just managed to get his huge knob jammed between her cunt-lips. Even those two inches made her gasp at the gorged fullness of her tight slit. Heeding her father's warnings, she cautiously began to swing up and down on his immense meat, feeling its searing bulk inch deeper by fractions into her throbbing cunt.
"Ooooh, Daddy, I like this! I – oooooooh! I like to fuck! Kiss me, Daddy! Play with my titties!"
Sucking in his breath at Becky's virginal hot slit pulsing around his cock, Glenn rubbed and caressed her naked tits. Becky twisted her head around to kiss him, slithering her tongue into his mouth like a hot little whip of pleasure. The blazing, juicy feel of her cherry hugging his prick was incredibly exciting to him. And one of her hands had reached down to squeeze his balls and jiggle them eagerly in her fingers while they Frenched.
Only his wife's electrifying pussy could arouse him like this, twenty years before. And here was Becky, his own daughter, giving him her cherry as her mother had done. Christ, history does repeat itself, thought Glenn as Becky suddenly yelped.
"It hurts!" she gasped, freezing her ass in mid-air. "I think you broke my cherry, Daddy!"
"Keep swinging," he groaned urgently. "It'll hurt less in a minute. Keep fucking, angel!"
The feverish blonde obeyed. Not even half of Glenn's massive rod pierced her narrow pussy, but already Becky felt as if she would burst with joy. Her own father, her own sweet Daddy was making love to her with his beautifully monstrous cock, and it was so fantastically wonderful Becky already felt an urge to tell her closest girlfriends.
"Better now," Becky moaned, "oooh, much better, Daddy! I love fucking you, I could do it all night. Can we, can we? Aaaaaaagh! Oh, it hurts beautifully!"
Becky hunched over with her long hair trailing down over her face so she could see his gigantic prick pumping in and out of her cunt. With a thrill of pride, she saw his thick rod was covered with her blood, and the sight excited her so much the adolescent began slamming up and down on his shaft in a frenzy of depraved pleasure.
"Jeesus, what a cunt!" Glenn blurted. His powerful body shook with lust as Becky's fiery cunt squirmed and twisted and gyrated on his meat to spark shattering thrills in his loins. "Oh, Becky, that hot pussy! Oooh, baby, I'm gonna – ungh! Gonna come, angel!"
Becky craned her neck around to issue frantic animal bites on his shoulder as she jerked her hips with passionate abandon. At the same time, Glenn's hand groped between her thighs until he located her tiny clit-bud, and he quickly began fingerfucking it. Low screams of bliss coming from her throat, Becky's ravaged pussy seemed to explode as a boiling gush of come began spattering her walls like stinging fire. If only she could get all of his beautiful prick rammed inside her! For Becky, it seemed both of them would never stop coming. Torrents of his thick molten load flooded her boiling cunt for what seemed like an eternity, until she felt his cock begin to grow limp, until the flood became a trickle.
For a few minutes, Glenn caught his breath while Becky still squirmed and twitched on him, her golden soft skin covered with a film of perspiration.
"Oh, Daddy," she sobbed, "if only we could do that all night, every night."
"I think your mother might object," he said, but his prick had already begun to surge with irresistible power at the possibility. "That was terrific, Becky, just fantastic, honey. Are you sorry now?"
For a reply, she hugged her pussy so tightly on his trapped cock, Glenn winced in pain.
"I think," Becky said, "I might have to tell Mother about this, though."
Glenn froze with fear. "What? You don't mean that, Becky, for Christ's sake!"
"I do mean it," she said seriously. "Unless you promise to eat my pussy every single day. And do this to me every single day. Twice, Daddy."
Looking into her tear-stained eyes, Glenn Marks had the feeling that his daughter might be serious. He'd turned her on, all right. There was an almost crazed glint in her baby blue eyes, an insatiable gleam that sent shivers up his spine.
"You know that's impossible, Becky," he said in his father authority voice. "Someone is almost always home."
"It doesn't have to be here, Daddy. There are motel rooms. You could get a van to drive from the agency, a camper. Oh, Daddy," she said with sudden excitement, wriggling her ass eagerly on his naked lap, "that's a terrific idea! Get a van and we can go fishing all summer, right? Every weekend we can do this for hours. Okay?"
Hell, it wasn't a bad idea after all, Glenn had to admit. Becky had always been smart. They would be safe and private locked inside a van, parked almost anywhere. He would equip it with a tape-deck to muffle her lewd screams and cries. It was sounding better by the minute. The campers slept four, but all he needed was accommodations for three. Himself, Becky and Marge.
"A whooping idea, angel," Glenn agreed, kissing her golden tit. "I'll get one tomorrow, in fact. Now get up, Becky."
She stubbornly refused to budge. "Why?"
"Because, baby, I want to wash the blood off my cock."
She threw back her head and laughed with delight. "Well, why didn't you say so, silly? I'll do it for you, Daddy."
She climbed off his lap and knelt between his legs. With a look of adoration in her eyes, his daughter tenderly lifted his limp prick in her fingers and reverently began to lick the blood off his cock with the pink tip of her tongue.
Oh Christ, thought Glenn, if Sheila could see us now.