"Now lick the other thigh," Carol told Sheila, staring down at the helpless brunette who knelt, her wrists bound, between the half-naked blonde. With one hand on her hip and her legs clad in sheer black nylon and high heels, Carol seemed infinitely exciting and powerful to Sheila.
Two weeks ago, Sheila Marks was a frustrated but respectable housewife. Tonight she meekly submitted to the beautiful blonde's commands like a fantasized sex-slave out of some lurid story. And she loved it. Sheila Marks loved the feeling of utter helplessness, of having her will seem like jelly as she responded eagerly to Carol's obscene orders.
"Lick my thigh, Sheila, but don't touch my pussy yet. Ummmmm, that's wonderful, darling. Now the other thigh. Now start sucking me off. Suck!"
Burying her nose to the stewardess's fragrant pussy-nest, the housewife's tongue lashed out to lick at the pussy-flesh. With a shock, Sheila realized she liked the taste. It was sweet and sticky and delicious. Low sounds of hunger in her throat, the kneeling brunette began to lap Carol's luscious cunt eagerly.
"Oh wonderful, Sheila, beautiful. Oooooooh, you're born for this, darling. God, what a cunt sucker."
She began to jerk her pussy against Sheila's greedy mouth, her hands gripping the brunette's head to slam it toward her with each grind of her hips. Christ, she was beginning to feel so good she wanted to sixty-nine, fingerfuck Sheila's juicy asshole at the same time.
"Enough," Carol gasped. "Onto the bed, Sheila. Come on!"
Carol lay down on her back first and the panting brunette quickly followed. She too had sixty-nine on her mind and she reversed her naked body over the blonde's, crouching on her knees over Carol's waiting lips. She burrowed her face into the stewardess's steaming cunt and without a moment of hesitation, Sheila started sucking her pussy feverishly.
Carol quickly drew her knees up to squirm more of her tingling cunt against Sheila's frantic lips and tongue. A moment later, she seized the brunette's curved hips and lowered them until Sheila's lush slit was pressed squarely to her mouth. This was the position Carol loved more than any other sex act, a lascivious contest to see who could make who come first and more furiously.
Dazed with lust, Sheila sucked and licked with maddening delight at the blonde's hot pussy. She craved more of the burning pussy-honey trickling down her throat, more of the strange new sensations of eating another beautiful woman's cunt.
For ten minutes, the naked brunette and blonde rocked and swung passionately on the bed, their stinging mouths locked in a frenzy to each others' frantic cunts. Only when it was almost too late did Carol realize she didn't want Sheila to come, not yet. But the brunette's sweet boiling pussy was slamming frantically against her mouth, already beginning to erupt in orgasm. Carol hastily averted her mouth, letting Sheila's frenzied cunt squirm against her cheek.
Even though Sheila issued a low loud moan of protest when Carol stopped eating her, just when she was on the verge of her first orgasm, Sheila continued to suck furiously at Carol's erupting pussy. She loved the feel of the blonde's hot fluid smeared obscenely over her cheeks as she devoured her soaked cunt, although her own slit was aching fiercely.
After three intense orgasms, the moaning blonde decided she had to stop then and there or she'd let Sheila eat her all night. For a beginner, the housewife showed enormous promise, her wild mouth sucking with delirious hunger.
Finally, Carol managed to scramble away from Sheila's insatiable mouth. The brunette stretched out on her side, still jerking her hips with urgency.
"Why didn't you let me come, Carol?" she begged. "I ate you, didn't I? Please, don't torture me like this!"
Carol picked up the dildo and got back onto the bed, nudging Sheila over on her back. To ease the pressure of her tied wrists behind her, Carol propped a pillow under Sheila's ripe ass-cheeks. Now her vulnerable pink pussy, its fleshy lips pulsating with eagerness, was fully exposed between its bushy fringe.
"Don't hurt me with that!" Sheila gasped.
Carol grinned up at her from between her spread thighs. "Honey, when I get through with you, you won't have it any other way. Hang on!"
Carol switched on the massive spiked dildo and carefully nudged its prick-shaped head between Sheila's waiting cunt-lips. Immediately, the naked brunette cried out with joy and began to carefully and slowly fuck the spiked shaft.
"Oh yes, it is fantastic!" Sheila cried out. She locked her ankles behind Carol's back, moaning and twisting as the giant dildo eased its path into her hot cunt. The humming spikes shot violent thrills through her trembling cunt-flesh, and when the blonde suddenly twisted the dildo sideways in Sheila's frantic pussy, the blend of pain and lust made her moan softly.
Carol watched, fascinated, as she eased more of the spiked giant into the brunette's hotly sucking slit. What a delicious pussy Sheila had! Sweet, fiery, sucking with passionate ardor back at anything that touched it. Carol's thumb went beneath the dildo to the red button. She pressed the button for two seconds.
"Eeeeeegh!" Sheila screamed, her ass jerking high in the air. Her mind reeled under the impact of the shock. It seemed like an electric shock to her dazed mind, but whatever it was, painful or not, she was even more excited.
"More," she panted to Carol, her naked flesh shuddering madly. "More prick! Shove it in, darling, deep, deep, oh, God yes! Fuck me!"
Carol had hit the button again, for almost five seconds and Sheila's trembling body rose in a high graceful arc. No matter what she thought was an orgasm before, Carol thought, after this they'll all seem like a tickle. She worked another inch of the humming giant into Sheila's eager hot cunt. Then she hit the button again, for seven seconds this time.
"Can't take it – can't take it!" the sobbing brunette cried. She couldn't stop coming. She felt as if she were trapped in an avalanche of lust, helplessly rushed along. The thrills racing through her impaled cunt were so intense she tried to faint. Was it white-hot pain that shot through her shuddering naked body or pure ecstasy? Every few seconds the shock tore through her delirious cunt with greater effect. Sheila had never been hotter in her life nor closer to losing her mind.
"Stop, stop!" she screamed at Carol. But her frenzied hips continued to lunge as she savagely fucked the spiked dildo, her loins exerting a greater will than her mind. Thrill after shattering thrill blazed through her boiling pussy as the spikes squirmed and teased her crazed cunt-flesh. If only she could faint!
And then the shock lasted ten, twenty, thirty seconds, and with a long low eerie scream, Sheila shook from head to toe like a leaf under the onslaught of searing pleasure before she fainted.
The blood pounding in his immense cock, Glenn Marks stared down at his daughter as she lovingly slid her wet lips back and forth on his rod. From licking her own cherry-blood off his prick, Becky had cunningly gotten him rock-hard again with her hot tongue. She stared up at him.
"Daddy, let me give you a blow-job, please? I want you to come in my mouth too. I want to see what it tastes like. It looks like pure cream. Please, Daddy?"
"Go right ahead, angel. But don't bite too hard. Just suck and nibble, like it was a lollipop."
The blonde held his rigid prick in one hand, gazing at it in awe. "Lord, I hope I don't choke on it," she murmured. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked in the entire knob. Her father grunted with pleasure as Becky whirled her tongue around the throbbing head, before clutching another two inches of his hard-on deep in her mouth.
Then she began to blow him in earnest, stunning him with her imagination. If he didn't know better, he'd say Becky had gone down on her entire high school for practice. She used her teeth in a gentle teasing bite along the trunk of his pounding prick. She wobbled her head from side to side, her tiny mouth jammed with half his cock, then wriggled it up and down rapidly to make him groan with excitement.
My own daughter, Glenn realized with pride, a beautiful natural-born cocksucker! His pride swelled when he realized that she loved what she was doing. After all, how many girls and women did he have to nearly force down on his cock? And even a lot of chicks who'd wasted no time in gulping his prick in their mouths still refused to let him come there. Not only did sweet Becky offer to blow him, she was eager to swallow every drop.
"Terrific!" groaned Glenn when his daughter suddenly slipped her mouth away from his prick, held it high in one hand and began sucking lewdly on his hairy balls. All the while she jerked his pulsing rod in her tight hot fist, thrilled at its surging power.
The vivid realization that she was blowing her own father only spurred Becky's excitement to a new intense pitch. She grasped as much of the hot meat as she could in her mouth and slammed her face forward, gagging as the gigantic knob battered her throat. Come on, Daddy, come! the girl pleaded silently, desperately wanting to taste and swallow the hot thick juice.
"I'm gonna come, Becky," gasped Glenn, cupping her blonde head. "Oh that wild mouth, I love you, angel. Yes! Suck it, honey, suck it. Mmmmmmmmmm!"
In a frenzy of lust, Becky jerked the trunk of his bursting prick in both hands while she sucked fiercely on the pounding hot meat. A deep moan came from her throat as the first few boiling drops gushed into her mouth. Quickly, Becky tasted it with her tongue, marveling at its salty maleness. Like her father, it was hot and strong and powerful. Then the flood burst forth, and the girl made a wild puffing sound as she swallowed it greedily, craving an endless flood of her father's come.
"Oh, baby," Glenn sighed to his daughter, "that was unbelievable! Come up on my lap."
But Becky continued to suck hungrily at the last few drops, sending wild new thrills through Glenn's limp cock. At last she jumped up on his lap, smacking her lips with relish.
"Next time, I want us to go down on each other at the same time, Daddy. You know what? I'm going to dream of your beautiful prick all night long."
He was about to scold her for her language when he realized how ridiculous that would be, after eating his daughter's cherry, then ravaging her virgin-pussy, and finally letting her blow him and swallow his jizz.
"Well, I'm going to dream of your hot pussy all night long," he smiled down at her, stroking and teasing her ripely curved tits.
Her beautiful face suddenly became dead serious. "Daddy, promise me something."
"Anything, angel."
"Promise me that when I'm eighteen, you'll divorce Mother and marry me."
For a dangerous moment, Glenn Marks almost reared back his head and burst into roaring laughter. Then, with a shock, he realized she was serious.
"We'll talk about it later," he told her.
"The hell we will," Becky said ominously, sending a shiver of fear up her father's spine. "We'll talk about it now, Daddy. You'll get the van tomorrow, right?"
"In that case," Becky whispered, hugging him so that she squirmed her hot silky tits against his chest, "pick me up after school tomorrow. We can have a wild hour before we come home. We haven't done sixty-nine yet, you know."
Downstairs, they suddenly heard the front door slam.
They both leaped up and moved as fast as possible.
When Sheila Marks regained consciousness, she discovered her hands were untied. And, mercifully, the spiked giant was not ramming her aching pussy. But the ache wasn't urgent this time. It was a burning deeply fulfilling glow that spread outward from her tingling cunt to every inch of her naked hot flesh. Carol was staring down at her, leaning on her elbow as she lay beside Sheila.
"God, I thought I'd die if I didn't stop coming," sighed Sheila. "My mind was almost unhinging."
"You'll get used to it," the stewardess said. "You've got to be careful, darling. You can get hooked on that thing."
Sheila glanced at her watch and quickly sat up. "Oh Christ, I've got to get along! I don't want my husband worrying."
She dressed hurriedly while Carol watched her with hungry eyes. It amazed her how quickly the brunette housewife could arouse her. If only they could spend the entire night together, so Carol could suck her honeyed sweetness dry before allowing Sheila to take her turn with the dildo, tormenting Carol.
Fully dressed, Sheila came over to the bed and kissed the stewardess passionately on the lips and then on each rounded tit in turn. They made a date for the following week, early.
"I went all the way, didn't I?" Sheila said proudly as she rose to go. "I didn't leave out a thing, did I, Carol?"
"AS a matter of fact, you did, Sheila."
Carol turned over on her stomach on the bed, her creamy white ass hovering up obscenely. "You forgot to lick my asshole. Do it, darling. For just a minute."
Irresistibly, Sheila felt herself drawn to the tiny puckered brown hole. Pressing her nose to the crack of Carol's hot ass, Sheila plunged her tongue deep into the narrow slot. The taste was strong and delicious to her, almost fragrant in its burning juiciness. In less than a minute, Sheila found herself aroused to a wanton pitch of lust at the strange new thrill. Quickly her fingers darted up to the blonde's drenched pussy and began probing the hot cunt passionately.
For ten full minutes, the housewife lewdly fingerfucked the moaning blonde stewardess, while she wriggled and squirmed her long tongue deep into Carol's blissfully swinging ass. After a series of wild orgasms, Carol wrenched away from Sheila's hotly fucking fingers and greedy tongue. Talk about a turn on!
Sheila left in a rush when she checked her watch. Stretching out on the bed, Carol sighed happily. She would sleep like a baby tonight. She turned out the lights, crawled between the cool sheets and began to doze off. When she moved her arm her fingers brushed something on the bed, and her eyelids flew open instantly, as she gripped the dildo. She'd forgotten about it.
Slowly, Carol lifted the dildo to her lips and began licking it in long dreamy strokes, savoring Sheila's dried pussy-juice. She wouldn't fuck herself with it, of course, not tonight. She'd come plenty of times beneath the brunette's devouring hot mouth. No, she definitely wouldn't. Absolutely not.
Two minutes later, the sheets thrown back, the sexy blonde began lunging her cunt on the massive spiked cock with deep low moans of passion. With each inch she worked in, she inflicted a five-second shock by hitting the red button. Jesus, it felt fantastic! Another inch, another five beautifully shattering seconds. Then ten seconds. Then fifteen.
"You've got to be careful, darling," her voice mocked her. "You could get hooked on that thing." The warning to Sheila Marks had been sincere.
Because no one knew better than Carol how hooked a girl could get on the giant electrified prick. Deep down, the stewardess knew she'd deliberately hooked herself on it, had gone at it gladly and lustfully.
Because Carol knew she had to die someday, and it was the only way she could be literally fucked to death. And that's how she planned to go. All this was only practice.
"Fuck me!" her voice rang in the empty bedroom. "Fuck me!"
Three of the Marks family lay awake in the early hours of the morning, all of them preoccupied with their thoughts.
In her bed, Becky Marks sighed again and again, her fingers daringly toying with her own hotly throbbing pussy. God, her father had been beautiful! What a lover! She deliberately refused to brush her teeth that night so she could savor the final lingering traces of his jizz in her mouth.
Her own Daddy had taken her virginity, and she felt so gloriously excited about it she knew she had to tell someone. But who could she trust? Who would share in her blissful happiness, her delicious secret? Who would understand? Certainly not her brother, Jim.
A faint throb began to pulse in the girl's loins when she thought of her brother. She'd seen Jim naked just a month or so ago. He was coming down the hall on the way to the shower, and not knowing she was home, he was naked. Lord, he had a long cock! It dangled down over his balls like a hose. He couldn't compete with his father, but it was easy to see he'd inherited an impressive head start. Funny, she'd never thought of Jim sexually before. Her father, yes, in fantasies, but never her brother. He was really very good-looking, Becky realized.
The adolescent began to imagine giving her brother a blow-job, astonishing him with her hunger and skill. Then she would sit on his lap and give him an unforgettably furious fuck, one that would shame those dumb girls he dated.
Becky drifted off to sleep, determined to seduce Jim at the first chance it was the right thing to do, she knew, because anything that brought a family closer together was good.
Beside Glenn in bed, Sheila's regular breathing told him she was asleep. Groping in the dark, he lit another cigarette. Hell, it was easy to see why he couldn't sleep. It wasn't every night a respectable father went down on his own daughter's virgin-pussy, then took it and then encouraged her to perform what the law called an obscene act in certain circumstances.
The thing that troubled him was Becky's age. She was now madly in love with him sexually, a lot different than the father-daughter version. And there was no telling how she might act now. Sure, Becky had been a terrific piece of ass, hot and juicy and thrillingly tight, but now that his lust was temporarily sated, he began to weigh the possible hazards.
Glenn Marks had the funny feeling he was treading on thin ice. Very thin.
Next to him, Sheila pretended to be asleep. Again and again, she went over her lewd, violent affair with Carol that night, trembling with remembered passion and excitement. Was the reason her husband was still awake was that he suspected?
What bothered her even more than her sense of guilt and shame, though, was the fact that ever since her hot wanton night with the beautiful stewardess, she'd begun to look at girls and women with different eyes. Very often hungry eyes, accompanied by wild forbidden thoughts.
Just tonight she'd found herself staring at her daughter, Becky, across the dinner table with the most shocking thoughts, thoughts that made her face now turn crimson. Her own lips kissing and teasing and sucking Becky's lovely tits. Then every silken inch of her whole naked body, pausing greedily before her tender cunt, dipping swiftly down to lick at Becky's sweet asshole before devouring her with breathtaking excitement.
Terrible, absolutely horrible. How could she ever think such things about her own daughter? If Glenn knew, he would possibly kill her for such depravity, even imagined.
Because Glenn adored their beautiful daughter. Becky couldn't have a more kindly, loving father.
Far more loving than Sheila Marks suspected.
The entire family finally slept, unaware they were on a collision course with lust at the helm and disaster straight ahead.