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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was just before their usual dinnertime. Mark Jensen faced his wife in their bedroom, Sheila sitting on the bed while he listened with a shocked expression.
"And that's what actually happened," the ripely curved housewife concluded, her crimson face avoiding his gaze. She'd told him everything, every sordid detail. The chains, the whippings, the anal rapes, virtually everything.
For a few minutes, Mark was silent. He found it almost impossible to believe his own stunning wife had an affair with the clumsy ape next door. But his self-righteousness began to crumble when he realized he was having a hot affair not only with his neighbor's young daughter, but his own daughter as well. For a little while, fury mingled with guilt.
"If-if you'd only do the same things to me, Mark, this will never happen again," Sheila sobbed. "I don't know why it turns me on so fiercely, but it just does."
"If that's what you want, you sure as hell are going to get it," he said ominously.
He went downstairs and got some rope, which he cut into short lengths. He didn't have a whip but he saved one three foot length of cord for that purpose. Both his son and daughter sat in the kitchen, watching him, curious and confused.
Upstairs, Mark ordered Sheila to strip. When she was totally naked, he bound her, face up, off the bed, so that she was spread-eagled. Mark Jensen was not only the victim of seething fury, but a wild new excitement sang in his blood. His wife's confession had suddenly made everything justifiable. Hell, after what she'd told him, nothing could be wrong.
He went back downstairs. Picking up a bottle of gin, he drank straight from it for ten long seconds. If he could fuck his own daughter, he thought viciously, there was no reason why his own son couldn't fuck his mother.
"Both of you come with in," he ordered his son and daughter. Obediently, Jack and Marsha followed him upstairs, knowing something weird was about to happen. When they entered their parents' bedroom, both of them were shocked. Their mother lay helplessly bound and stark naked on the bed, a look of strange excitement and fear on her face.