It was almost three in the afternoon when Al found the letters. He was more than half drunk, and looking for a socket wrench that he'd misplaced months ago. Recalling that he'd fixed a door in his daughter's bedroom, he searched Julie's closet. And that was where he found the letter.
There were six of them. Five were addressed to his next-door neighbor, Mark Jensen. A look of pure disbelief and then maddening fury crossed his brutal features as he read them. The impact of discovering that his joy in life, his pure, wholesome daughter was having an obscene affair with Mark Jensen filled him with murderous thoughts.
Until he vaguely realized that at the same time, hewn having a bizarre affair with Jensen's wife. If he confronted his neighbor about his daughter, there was a strong possibility that his own brutal affair with his neighbor's wife would come out. Now how in the hell was he going to explain that?
The sixth love letter he found filled him with both fury and strange excitement. His own daughter had written a love letter, in the most obscene terms imaginable, to the music teacher who lived across the street! Apparently Julie was not only making it with Mark Jensen next door, but with the leggy brunette across the street.
Al couldn't figure out why the letters weren't mailed. Kids at Julie's age were funny, though. Maybe they just wanted to express their feelings, writing letters instead of keeping a diary.
"That sonofabitch!" Al shouted at no one, as he went back to his bottle of scotch. He had a good Goddamned notion to rape Jensen's own daughter in vengeance. Until he realized the danger in that. It was one thing to bind and screw a neighbor's willing wife. But it was another to rape his daughter.
He heard his front door open and realized it was his daughter coming home from school. She came into the kitchen, saw he was drinking and her face dropped.
"Hi, Daddy," she said timidly.
For a long dangerous moment Al studied his daughter, wondering what he should do. A solution came to him, both wildly exciting and reeking with vengeance at the same time.
"You stand right there," he said ominously. "Don't move, understand, Julie? Just stand there." Al went upstairs. He got the chains out of a dresser drawer along with the whip he'd used on Jensen's wife. He put them all in a large paper sack. Then he went downstairs to where his daughter waited, white-faced and trembling.
He grabbed her roughly by the wrist.
"Come on with me," he said brusquely. He dragged her out of the house and headed across the street.
At the same moment, next door, Sheila Jensen was doing something extremely unusual for her. She was drinking during the day. Not just drinking, but well on her way to drunkenness, with four martinis behind her. She felt terrible, reeking with guilt, wondering how she was going to confess the whole sordid affair to her husband when he came home.
Because the only solution the sexy housewife had come to was to admit everything to Mark. And then beg him to do the same bizarre things to her, so that she could get sexually aroused. Because it was the only way she could have an orgasm, she realized. To be bound and whipped and humiliated. She had still another drink, working up her nerve. It was the only solution she could think of, and if it didn't work…
When Anne Hawkins opened her door and saw the furious face of her neighbor across the street, and young Julie's terrified expression at the same time, she had a horrifying premonition of disaster.
"Wanna talk to you," Al said gruffly, pushing her aside as he dragged Julie in behind him.
"Julie's doing very well in her lessons," Anne said in a trembling voice. "She tows great promise and…"
"Cut the crap!" Al snapped. "Where's your bedroom?"
"Bedroom?" the brunette echoed, trying desperately to collect her thoughts. She sensed he'd found out somehow about her wild encounter with his daughter, but she tried to stall for time.
"Bedroom, Goddamnit!" He grabbed her wrist so roughly she cried out. Now he had both his daughter and the lush music teacher by the wrist. The look on his brutish face terrified Anne, and she knew she couldn't stall him any longer.
"This way," she whispered nervously. She led him upstairs to her bedroom. Julie looked like, she was about to faint from terror. Without a word, Al opened the paper sack he'd brought and attached the chains to the four bedposts of Anne's bed.
"Strip and lie down on your belly," he told her.
"You can't order me around like this!" Anne bluffed, feeling a wave of horror. "You'd just better leave…"
"Can it!" Al said harshly. He held up a letter.
"This is what my daughter wrote to you last night. Want me to read it, lady?"
Oh my God! thought Anne, feeling faint. She looked at Julie, whose terror was obvious. So the girl had probably written her a love letter about their orgy, and now her father was out for pure vengeance. With a feeling of desperation, the ripe brunette knew she had no choice.
She silently undressed. Clenching her teeth, she lay face down on her bed. In less than a minute, he had her wrists and ankles securely manacled. Then he brought out the vicious-looking black whip and turned to his daughter.
"You strip too," he commanded.
Shaking with fear, Julie obeyed. She cursed herself for being such a fool, for leaving the letter lying around. He must have found her letters to Mark too! Naked and trembling, the blonde stood before her father, expecting the worst.
For a minute Al surveyed the naked, ripe brunette lying face down and helplessly chained on the bed. Jesus, what a body! He'd never suspected it from the dowdy way she'd dressed. Then he turned his burning gaze on his own daughter and his prick leaped.
No wonder that bastard next door had screwed her! Julie's naked loveliness, her firm little tits high and lushly rounded, her golden pussy-hairs an invitation to his wildest fantasies. But his fury turned back to the stunning brunette on the bed.
He handed Julie the whip. "Start whipping her on the ass, Julie. And don't stop until I tell you!"
Tears of shame and fear in her eyes, the girl hurried to obey. She began bringing the whip down on Anne's lusciously naked ass, trying not to hurt her too hard. But almost instantly cries of agony came from the music teacher, and her sensuous body quivered in pain. But even the blonde was becoming aroused as Anne's beautiful, creamy ass-cheeks turned a bright crimson.
While Julie stung the helpless brunette's lush buttocks, Al undressed. His huge cock hovered out, quivering with raw lust. The sight of his lovely naked daughter relentlessly whipping the stunning brunette had triggered an enormous erection.
Julie stared at her father's massive hardon with an eerie blend of terror and lustful excitement. Lord, her father was hung! He was even bigger than Mark, his prick tinged with crimson, his colossal knob almost purple.
"That's enough," he told Julie, and the girl stopped whipping the sobbing brunette. Anne's asscheeks were a glowing red now, and her lush nakedness was trembling violently.
"So you like to eat girls pussies, huh?" Al said tauntingly to Anne. Julie's letter to her had been very explicit, going into very sexy detail. He turned to his daughter.
"Get up at the head of the bed," he commanded. "Let's see just how well she eats pussy. Go on!"
Quickly, the blonde rushed to obey her father. She placed her naked back to the head of the bed and raised her knees and nudged her glistening pink cunt into Anne's mouth. Even in her guilt and horror, Anne needed no further coaxing. She began sucking and licking at Julie's golden-fringed cunt, trying to ignore the horrible pain stinging her ripely naked as.
For Julie's burly father, it was the most lustfully arousing spectacle he'd ever seen. Julie's face was contorted with ecstasy as the whimpering music teacher sucked at her juicy pink pussy. The maddening thought occurred to Al that all the time his next door neighbor had been fucking his daughter, he himself could have been reaping the lush benefits of her tawny young body.
Angrily, he climbed on top of Anne's silicon, trembling nakedness. Without even bothering to wet the head of his huge prick, he jammed the purple knob directly against her helpless whole. Immediately she winced, knowing what was coming.
"No!" she cried out. "Please, no! You'll tear me up with that monster, I beg you – aaaaaaarrrgh!"
With a singe massive thrust, Al tore his giant cock into her helpless asshole. Its tight squirming heat filled him with a perverted pleasure as he began fucking her savagely, her boiling anus quivering beneath the fierce onslaught.
At the same time, Al hunched down over her back and reached out to play with his daughter's hot tits. His initial fury had now given way to an insatiable lust. Christ, the brunette's asshole was juicy and hot! Each time she tried to wriggle her satiny ass-cheeks free, an extra thrill shuddered through his stiff meat.
Anne fought desperately to ignore the searing gigantic pain ripping through her tender asshole.
She concentrated all her attention on sucking Julie's sweet pussy, while the blonde responded by nudging her hotly sucking cunt feverishly into Anne's lips and tongue.
Julie had never dreamed her father's prick was so massive. She watched in awe and lewd excitement as he stroked his crimson rod vengefully in and out of Anne's helpless ass. At the same time fantastic thrills rippled through her throbbing cunt as the hungry brunette sucked and kissed and lapped at her slit, with an intensity that made the schoolgirl softly scream with wanton bliss.
"Ooooooh, Anne, I'm gonna come!" she sobbed, nudging her drenched pussy feverishly to the teacher's greedy mouth. "Gonna come! Oooooooo, I'm coming!"
The sight of the sexy brunette devouring his own daughter's juicy slit destroyed Al's stamina. That, plus the churning, steaming tightness of Anne's fiery asshole. He began erupting, wild spurts of come shooting forth from his ramming dick.
And although she was chained helplessly and couldn't even fingerfuck herself, Anne too began coming, a shuddering orgasm that swept outward from her madly throbbing pint to her brutally ravaged asshole. His burning flood of cum stung her bowels like spattering fire. And the lovely blonde's cunt juices were steaming steadily into her eager mouth now, more delicious than anything the greedy brunette had ever tasted.
The sultry teacher couldn't deny either that the fact that she was being savagely raped in the ass by a man whose luscious daughter was feverishly crushing her juicy cunt to her mouth was firing her lust to a maddening pitch.
A minute later Al slipped his limp rod out of her anus. Then Julie, with a sobbing long sigh, eased her dripping pussy away from Anne's mouth.
Now Al stared at his naked daughter with a renewed fury. Lush and beckoning as her cute tits and ass and silky-fringed cunt was, the idea that his next-door neighbor had gotten to her first infuriated him. In her letters to Mark, Julie had gone into great detail about how she loved blowing him, and how thrilling his come was.
"Come here!" he ordered Julie harshly.
Frightened, the girl obeyed. Even limp and dangling, her father's cock was tremendous. There was blood on it from Anne's ravaged anus, too.
"Get on your knees," Al told Julie. "And start sucking it off." He picked up the whip and the little blonde shuddered furiously. "And make it good, no, fantastic, or else…"
He flailed the whip in the air, and Julie almost fainted with panic. Obediently, she got on her knees and lifted his limp dick to her wet mouth. Moaning, she began jerking his meat in her warm fist as she placed as much of the gigantic rod in her mouth as she could manage. Using every trick she could think of, Julie began sucking on it with fervor. She twirled her tongue around the head, then almost gagged as she tried to ram all of it into her small burning mouth.
Hope flared in her naked breasts quickly as his fleshy rod began hardening in her mouth. She could feel the whip-thongs teasingly across her back, and she began sucking and kissing her father's massive prick with a hunger born of pure fear. Almost choking on the sheer size of his rod, Julie quickly began fondling his hairy balls in her fingers. She jiggled them from side to side, then up and down, knowing the action would help coax his load.
Not a bad blowjob at all, thought Al with pleasure. He watched his naked daughter work her mouth furiously on his shaft, realizing he could force her to do this every day from now on. Disillusioned as he was from reading her obscene letters to Mark and Anne, the idea of having a hot, juicy fuck in his own house every night softened him slightly.
"Suck harder and faster!" he told Julie, clutching her blonde head in his hands. He began jerking his hips in time to her frantic sucking, gritting his teeth with lewd pleasure when she paused to whirl her hot tongue around his knob.
Only once did he bring the whip down on her back. Julie screamed in her throat and sucked and kissed his cock more frantically. She was already giving him a terrific blowjob, Al decided, but he used the whip just to remind her what would happen if she didn't.
When he thought he might come, he ordered her to stop. "Lick my balls for a while," he commanded. "Suck 'em, too."
The girl immediately did as she was told. She darted her hot tongue out and licked lasciviously at his hairy bans for a minute, then gently grasped one in her mouth and began sucking on it eagerly. Then she turned her greedy mouth to the other testicle, until her father was groaning with lust.
Chained to the bed, Anne could still view everything by turning her head. And in spite of the terrifying pain in her ass from Al's monstrous rod, she found herself becoming tremendously aroused once more. Julie was licking and sucking her father's immense cock with unashamed lust, groaning happily in her throat as she whipped her head back and forth on it.
I ought to be a hooker instead of a music teacher, Anne realized with a shock. Why not? She loved sex, every perverted aspect of it, boys and girls both, even men and women, now. Being fucked in her helpless ass by the brute only proved it. Because she'd come, wildly, ecstatically, when the stinging hot spurts shattered in her bowels.
Anne's decision was made that suddenly. The voluptuous brunette decided to set herself up in business as soon as she could. As long as she was so passionate and enjoyed raw lechery so much, why not get paid for it in the bargain?
"That's enough!" Al suddenly told his daughter. Where was no reason to shoot off, in her hot little mouth when her juicy cunt was available. But what a blowjob! Maybe she could give her mousy mother lessons, for Christ's sake.
"Get on the bed, between her knees," Al ordered his daughter. "I want you to suck her off while I find out what was so great that turned our next-door neighbor on."
Wildly aroused now, Julie hunched down on her belly between the brunette's chained legs. She folded her knees under her while she began lewdly licking at Anne's hot pink pussy. As fat as the blonde was concerned, this was one order that didn't have to be given. She darted the pink tip of her tongue out and traced it along the brunette's silken slit, then plunged it in deep. Immediately, Anne shuddered and moaned with passion.
His chest heaving with lust, Al climbed onto the bed to fuck his daughter dog-style. The sight of her eating the lush music teacher made his long prick quiver fiercely. He guided his immense knob inside Julie's luscious wet cunt-lips, and instantly she trembled with pension.
Then he began fucking his own daughter with violent, pistoning strokes of his long rod.
"Ooooo, Daddy!" she cried wantonly, "it hurts! But I like it, I love it, I love your big prick! Fuck me, fuck me, Daddy!"
Al didn't need any urging. The succulent heat of his daughter's tight, fiery cunt was beyond anything he'd had in yearn. Combined with the vision of the golden-haired schoolgirl, devouring the beautiful brunette's pussy, his proud stamina began to crumble. The more excited Julie became as she ate Anne's succulent hot cunt, the more frantically her own pussy quivered and sucked on her father's rod.
Beneath both of them, securely bound, the feverishly aroused brunette was also beginning to have an orgasm. Julie's fiercely hungry tongue was like a whiplash in her cunt, lapping, kissing, sucking, greedily draining her juices. Anne wriggled her bare ass furiously as wave after wave of molten fire shuddered through her loins. And the little blonde couldn't seem to get enough of her juicy cunt as she lapped at it with depraved fury.
"Hot, juicy cunt," Al groaned as he began spurting inside his daughter's burning slit. "Hot damnnnnn! Oh shit, that's juicy! Juicy!"
All, three of them began coming simultaneously. While Al furiously fucked his eager daughter, Julie hungrily devoured her music teacher's gushing pussy-juices, sinking her fingernails into Anne's wriggling naked ass.
Two minutes later, all three of them sprawled on the bed, nakedly panting. Al felt better, much better now that he'd gotten a sample of his daughter's fiery little cunt. He knew he could have it every night now, and that soothed his fury. Maybe, the thought occurred to him, he could get her to find other schoolgirls for him. Hell, she'd offered some to that bastard Mark Jensen next door, so why not for her own father?
And he could always fall back on the stunning brunette, now moaning and twitching on the bed as she lay helplessly bound. What a tip… gorgeous ass!
Al picked up the whip and a soft moan of terror in from Anne's lips.
"Don't worry, lady, you'll learn to love it," he told her, grinning cruelly. "You'll learn to beg for it."
And deep down, Anne knew he was right.