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CHAPTER SEVEN

Julie Mason was in bed by ten p.m., but not asleep. For more than an hour she'd sucked and fucked her guitar student, then sent him on his way with the usual vow of secrecy.

In the darkness of her bedroom, the ripely curved brunette felt deliciously relaxed. It had been a damn near perfect day, with both sexes. First Sylvia's hot, luscious little pussy and then a boy's long, thrilling cock. Her lips and cunt still tingled from that one.

But it was the tawny blonde that really turned her on.

What kept the music teacher awake were vivid images of Sylvia tied down on a bed, shuddering and moaning as the naked brunette sensuously fucked her with her enormous, custom-tailored vibrator. While Julie did this in her imagination, she sucked on the girl's hot tits and played with her ass and worked herself into a frenzy.

Then Sylvia would do the same for Julie, only the blonde would remain tightly bound, the dildo strapped on her hips and vibrating massively in the air. Julie would straddle her hips and ride the cock like a saddle of ecstasy.

The reason the lusty brunette loved boys and girls over adults was their sweetness and innocence. Julie didn't like roughness, or violence in any form. She liked telling them what to do and being obeyed.

But as she lay in bed, smoking and thinking, Julie realized her act was getting very risky. Sucking a hot schoolgirl off in an empty classroom! If she kept that sort of craziness up, she'd end up getting caught for certain. Like her last job. It seemed that she no sooner got settled in a new place, got some wild, steady young action on the side, than she had to pack up and leave again.

Not any more, Julie was convinced. She'd cool her act, starting right now. No more wanton sucking and fucking on the school grounds! Not ever again. No more obsessive greed, either.

One hung boy and one juicy little girl would be plenty. Sylvia would be her steady piece on the side, but Julie hadn't decided positively on which boy yet. She wanted one suitable for a threesome, for a wild, torrid tangle of tits, pussies and cock.

These lewd, restless thoughts kept the brunette tossing and turning and getting aroused all over again.

The reason Julie was so constantly hot, aside from her normally passionate nature, was that she avoided sex with adults as much as possible. Only hung, strapping boys and lushly curved girls could satisfy her profound sex needs. And that entailed a lot of risk.

Julie was finally drifting off into a deep sleep when her door-buzzer jarred her awake. She frowned, slipping on her robe. Who in the hell could that be? She'd made it a strict rule not to let anyone come by her apartment without calling first. She didn't want to be caught making it with a student.

She peered into the tiny peephole lens in her door, and her heart began singing. It was Sylvia!

Eagerly, Julie opened the door.

"Darling! What are you doing here this time of night?"

A cop loomed into view then. Buzz had been pressed against the wall so she couldn't see him through her peephole.

Julie felt her knees tremble and her mind begin to whirl with sheer panic. She only vaguely remembered his face, but she knew who he was, all right.

"Oh Jesus," Julie whispered, her face turning pale. She gulped, her eyes swinging from the brutish red face of the cop to Sylvia's face. Sylvia looked sorry for her.

He knew.

Quickly, Julie tried pulling herself together to bluff it out.

"What seems to be the problem, Sylvia? Who is this?"

Reality then gave the brunette's horrified mind a brutal backhand.

"Cut the shit, lady," snarled Buzz. He walked into her apartment, dragging his daughter in by the arm. He shut the door and bolted it. He turned to Julie, his eyes blazing fiercely, hands on hips. The wild thought occurred to the music teacher that he looked just like the Gestapo.

"You can't bust in here," Julie began.

He slapped her on the face, once, a vicious blow that sent Julie reeling. She held her hand to her cheek and her eyes filled with hot tears.

"The fuck I can't," snapped Buzz. "You cunt-lapping pervert! You ate my daughter's pussy!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Mason," mumbled Sylvia, looking away from her gaze. "I had to tell." Julie nodded miserably. "It's okay, Sylvia. Everyone had their day of reckoning. I suppose this is mine."

"Ate her pussy," Buzz repeated. His tone made Julie look at him, startled. What she saw in the brutish cop's eyes sent icy chills racing up her spine. His cold, furious eyes were running up and down her curves through her robe. Being looked at that way was nothing less than rape. And more, Julie realized with panic.

"I suppose you're going to arrest me," she whispered.

Buzz didn't hear her. His red face had a sheen of sweat. His chest heaved with rage and he kept caressing his gun handle. Julie suddenly realized she might be better off in jail.

"I'll get dressed," she said in a shaking voice, and started to turn away. His huge hand grabbed her wrist like a steel vise. The brunette gasped in pain.

"No," he rasped. "You won't get dressed. You'll get UNdressed!"

Julie's mind raced, assessing the situation rapidly. He wanted to have sex with her, that was painfully obvious. If he did, he'd compromise himself and couldn't arrest her! It was also clear to Julie now that if he did bust her, he'd have to drag his daughter into court. Being a cop, he wouldn't do that.

But, staring at his raging face, Julie knew with dread he wasn't going to just hop on and off and forget it. He had other things in mind – weird things. But why did he bring Sylvia along?

"Oh," gasped Julie. The light dawned in a blinding flash. You could see from his crazy, blazing eyes what he had in mind.

He wanted a hot three-way.

One glance at Sylvia confirmed this suspicion. Just looking at the trembling blonde, she knew he had had sex with her already. Julie's sharp instincts could read his mind like a comic strip. Every violent thought registered on his harsh features.

She nodded slowly, biting her lip against the fierce pain in her wrist.

"All right," she said in a low voice, "if you'll stop crushing my wrist, I'll get undressed."

He let go of her wrist. "In the bedroom," Julie said. They followed her to the bedroom, where Julie switched on the bedside lamp. She took off her robe.

Buzz made a low animal sound, forgetting about Sylvia completely. Kee-rist, what a body! Gorgeous, creamy tits, sexy curved ass, stunning legs. His cock throbbed in his pants eagerly. She was class – pure class from her lush nipples down to her delicate, silky cunt-hairs.

She must be lust on wheels with Sylvia. Buzz turned to his daughter. "You strip too. I wanna see exactly what she did to you. Exactly. Everything you two did together, understand?"

Flashing a wry smile at the naked brunette, Sylvia began to undress. This didn't surprise the blonde at all. She knew what her father wanted from the beginning.

"Recreate the crime, right?" Julie said sarcastically.

"Yeah," Buzz said, nodding. Sarcasm went over his crew-cut head like a rocket missile. While Sylvia stripped, he began opening dresser drawers, peering in the closet. If the hot brunette said one word about her rights being violated, he'd give her a violation she'd remember for a long, long time.

You never knew what these perverts kept stashed away. They were so kinky, you could find a closet full of dope or obscene pictures. The prospect of lusty pictures spurred Buzz to snoop in every corner. In the drawer of Julie's bedside table, he found some large silk scarves. He also brought out a gigantic dildo. His lip curled as he held it up. It was very long, curved sharply upward, with an enormous knob. Huge pimples covered its length. He turned the switch on the bottom of it and it leaped and hummed in his hand. A harness was attached to it.

"A kinky cock!" exclaimed Buzz. "The real thing ain't good enough for you, huh, lady? What's the scarves for?"

"I like to dress up when I go to bed," Julie said.

"Shit!" Buzz snapped. He tossed the dildo aside. He noticed the scarves had knots toward the end. His eyes swung to her bed-frame. Julie had carelessly left one scarf tied to a corner of her bed.

"You tie girls down with these?" Buzz said. "You tie them down and suck them off?" Julie didn't answer. Her eyes were riveted to Sylvia's tawny curves, and in spite of her fear a wild throbbing started in her lips and pussy. She decided she might as well try to enjoy her last night in town.

Because if she survived this night, she'd be moving in the morning – fast. She wasn't about to hang around with a maniac like Sylvia's father hounding her.

First she had to survive the night.

Buzz was half-right about the scarves. Julie did use them to tie girls down, although she hadn't had a chance yet in this town. The scarf already tied to the bed-frame was a hopeful preparation for what she planned for Sylvia.

She also used the scarves another way. By tying a series of tight knots in their length, you could wad one up your tender asshole, leaving a tail-end sticking out. If you jerked it out when you were coming, you felt an incredible searing thrill in your asshole and loins.

She wasn't about to tell Buzz this.

But shivers ran through her naked flesh when he laid all the scarves on top of the bed-side table, ready for use. She knew she was going to be helplessly tied down, at the mercy of a crazy cop. And his sexy, delicious daughter. Sylvia would obey him, Julie knew. She had to, poor girl. The brunette had no idea that Sylvia had sacrificed her to save her friend Cindy, or that Sylvia had been caught making it with the other girl.

As Buzz stared at the teacher's ripely curved flesh, then at his daughter's naked tits and plump, juicy ass, every wild urge in his blood boiled to the surface.

He wanted to tit-fuck the luscious brunette before ramming it to her silken pussy and hotly sensuous ass. He wanted to do so many obscenely exciting things to both naked girls that Buzz was confused, like a sailor running wild in a whorehouse.

For years he'd screwed anything he could get, usually women like the salesman's wife, Linda. Hot, eager pussy, but easy stuff – tramps. At his fingertips, he now had a sultry, wildly sexy brunette and a foxy, hot-pussied young blonde, his own daughter. And they would obey his every word, because he was the Law, and they'd committed a crime. He had them both by their curly cunt-hairs.

For the first time in his life, Buzz nearly shot off in his pants out of sheer excitement.

"Start," he rasped. "Just like it happened before, every single thing. Move it!"

Sylvia lay down on the bed, spreading her legs. They both knew Buzz couldn't possibly know what they'd done before, not in detail. Sylvia also knew the magic words that turned her father on, "eat pussy."

When Julie lay down on top of her panting flesh, Sylvia whispered in her ear. "I had to tell him because he caught me in bed with another girl! I had to save her, Julie. He wants to see us eat pussy, so you'd better go down on me!"

"I knew you wouldn't betray me unless you had a good reason, darling," murmured Julie. "We might as well enjoy ourselves while we can. But I'm getting the hell out of town as soon as he leaves!"

"Good idea," whispered Sylvia. "I'll be all right, I think I can handle him. Just hang in until he gets his rocks off."

The brunette kissed the trembling blonde girl passionately on the mouth, snaking her tongue deep. They rubbed their hot, silky tits together and Julie made lewd fucking motions with her pussy, starting an obscene friction in their cunts.

After a minute, both girls forgot completely about Buzz; The original fierce attraction that brought them together was rekindled feverishly.

Buzz slowly undressed, hypnotized by the lusty spectacle on the bed. He'd never seen two sexy girls kissing and feeling each other's tits and asses, and his pounding prick oozed jism like a dripping faucet. The stark contrast of their bodies fired his deep excitement. The ripe brunette's skin was creamy, while Sylvia's flesh was golden-hued. He kept his eyes on Julie's lush, naked ass as the brunette slid down and started sucking on the blonde's panting tits.

Naked, Buzz sat on the edge of the bed so he could get a close-up view. His crimson cock quivered between his hairy thighs. He started feeling Julie's silky ass when she crouched on her knees between Sylvia's wide-spread thighs.

The teacher ignored him, concentrating all her inspired attention on the blonde's pink, hotly sucking cunt. She moaned as she teased Sylvia's juicy cunt lips with the tip of her tongue. The delicious taste of Sylvia's tender pussy sent a hot thrill through her lips and tongue.

She began sucking off the moaning, panting girl with deep lashes of her tongue, losing herself completely in the juicy fragrance of young cunt in heat.

Buzz's jaw dropped and his eyes bulged. Sylvia was gasping furiously, and she raised her knees high to dig her bare heels into Julie's shoulders. She twined her fingers in Julie's hair and tugged as she fucked her mouth savagely, starting to come in hot torrents of cunt-juice.

"Oh God, your hot mouth!" panted Sylvia, no longer giving a damn about her father's presence. "Oh my wild pussy! Ooooooo, I'm cominggggg, unnnnng!"

Torn between fury and obscene fascination, Buzz watched his naked daughter spasm and shudder in a frenzy of bliss. This was it for him – the ultimate sin – a sexy, feverish swinger giving his own daughter a torrid blow-job before his eyes. If he hadn't been so lewdly riveted to the depraved sight, Buzz would have gotten his thick leather belt and whacked the brunette's creamy ass.

It occurred to his inflamed brain that from the wild sounds coming from Sylvia and the passionate way the lusty music teacher was devouring his daughter's pussy, it must feel terrific for both of them. It had to taste juicy and thrilling, or the brunette wouldn't be digging her mouth down there so frantically. Buzz was now in a raging dilemma. He wanted to shove the brunette roughly aside and burrow his own mouth down to Sylvia's hot pink cunt, to satisfy his overpowering curiosity. But at the same time, he knew only freako-weirdo-kinko perverts ate pussy. That would make him a pussy-eating pervert. Only these two would know, but suppose Sylvia went around town telling everyone her rugged father, the toughtest cop in town, was a dainty cunt-lapper?

A strangled sound escaped Buzz's throat. He never could handle mental conflicts, and this was his toughtest problem. A man of action, only forceful action could solve his seething conflict.

He got up on the mattress, behind Julie's naked, ripe ass. He seized her hips. He placed his boiling knob against her fiery cuntlips. With a brutal thrust, he slammed his long hard-on deep into her silken cunt.

The brunette shuddered, and the breath pushed from her lungs from the force of his piercing prick. Instantly, hot thrills tore through her pussy. Whatever else you could say about Sylvia's gorilla-father, he had the biggest, hottest cock she'd ever hugged fiercely in her slippery cunt.

It was especially exciting after the slow, dreamy session of screwing she'd had with her hung guitar student. Although Julie feared violence, she was so deliriously aroused from the sweet taste of Sylvia's squirming cunt beneath her lips, she actually welcomed Buzz's savagely throbbing prick ripping hotly inside her.

Julie's pussy was every bit as hot and wild as it looked, Buzz was finding out. He dug his harsh fingers into her soft, ass-flesh as he fucked her relentlessly. He watched the feverish brunette suck his daughter's rosy cunt while he pounded his prick in her boiling flesh. Maybe, Buzz thought hopefully, just maybe the feel of a real stud's whopper prick inside her madly sucking pussy would cure the perverted music teacher.

Whatever else she did, Buzz didn't want Julie cured too soon. Not while he was fucking her, anyway. Because watching the sexy, hot-assed teacher going down ravenously on his naked, frenzied daughter was exciting him to a blazing peak of lust.

It was Sylvia's first three-way too, and as crude and brutal as her father was, the shuddering blonde couldn't take her eyes off him. He was so primitive and raw as he pumped his thick crimson cock deep in Julie's thighs, like a caveman raging with lust. Sylvia rubbed her dripping pussy with violent excitement to the brunette's burning mouth.

Julie started climaxing from the battering of Buzz's cock. She screamed in her throat and sucked at the blonde's sweet, gushing pussy with wanton greed, her face smothered with steaming cunt juice.

Buzz could see both naked girls were coming wildly, and for the second time that night he felt the jism being sucked from his loins with electrifying passion. The teacher's tight cunt was a mass of silken wet fire, spasming and flexing on his prick. Buzz groaned and held his breath. No one made Buzz Watkins come when he didn't want to! No one.

Except his luscious daughter. And now, the creamy-assed, madly thrashing brunette.

All three of them were coming at once, and the mattress heaved lustfully beneath their jerking bodies. Julie was sandwiched between daughter and father. The wildly panting blonde raped her mouth with her fiery cunt. The naked, grunting man behind her spurted his load deep in her thrilled cunt.

The cop pulled his limp cock out, gasping for air. There were a lot of things Buzz was doing he had never done before, he had noticed angrily. He was heaving for breath, which he hardly ever did. It used to be his claim that he could screw the stable of an entire whorehouse without panting once. Those days were obviously gone forever.

They were making him come now against his will, too. Their greedy, fiercely sucking pussies were getting control of his cock, by God!

Well, at least they didn't have him cringing on all fours, eating pussy like a freako-pervert. Not yet, anyway.

The meanest cop in town didn't know it, but his castle was on a very shaky foundation. His wife had been fucking around for years behind his back. She was even eating hot young pussy, the greatest possible sin besides smoking dope and fucking virgins.

Of course, he told himself quickly, he'd taken his daughter's hot cherry, but that was different – a father's duty, in this particular case. What made it special was that Buzz feared someone else was going to beat him to it. They had, long ago, but he was blissfully ignorant of that fact.

As Buzz climbed off the bed and watched Sylvia continue to grind her honeyed pussy in lusty gyrations against the brunette's frantic lips, he felt a new stab of anger.

He'd caught his daughter being lustfully fucked by Cindy, using a vibrator. If he'd come just a few minutes earlier, he was certain he would have seen both sexy, naked girls eating each other's pussies. Goddamn, he'd missed that!

It still hadn't occurred to Buzz's dim mind that the depraved acts he raved against most were the very ones he yearned desperately to watch. He was also mercifully unaware that his precious daughter smoked and fucked virgins. She'd taken Cindy's cherry with her mother's vibrator, the same one Buzz had caught Cindy twisting obscenely in Sylvia's hotly sucking cunt.

The complex and startling patterns of human sexual behavior had always baffled and angered Buzz Watkins. He didn't understand why all men didn't do exactly as he did, rap out orders to 'em, fuck 'em brutally dog-style, whack their asses the minute they got out of line, and fuck their ripe tits, coming all over the naked mounds and forcing them to lick up the come.

In Buzz's harsh, jungle of a world, men were men, not pussy-eating kinkos. Men got on top, never on bottom. Men showed their affection with a hard slap on the ass, not mooning and slobbering kisses all over the place. Macho men used their pricks like swinging nightsticks, not teasing feathers.

Society was crumbling before Buzz's horrified eyes nowadays, where men wore their hair down to their shoulders, like simpering girls. They got on the bottom, ate pussy, smoked weed, and were mortified at the thought of whacking a woman's ass when she gave you lip.

Buzz didn't understand any of it. It just didn't occur to his infuriated brain that if a girl could give a man a feverishly exciting blowjob, the man could do the same for the girl. Or that, if he didn't, someone else would, as was the case with his wife, who, after fucking a number of men on the sly, found one who not only liked to lap her fiery pussy, but shared his young, horny daughter with her.

Yet Buzz was almost in that same position, watching his beautiful daughter get hungrily sucked off by a passionate woman. Had someone foolishly pointed out to the cop that he might be a hypocrite, Buzz might have drilled him right between the eyes with his hefty magnum.

Buzz also observed that the cardinal sin, pussy-eating, had to have something strange going for it, because the moaning, eager brunette still had her mouth locked to Sylvia's cunt, and his frantic daughter was still sobbing and coming and jerking her soft hips in wild shudders of ecstasy.

Buzz's long cock rose again as he watched. The teacher suddenly sat up, her tits heaving furiously. She licked her lips. Buzz noted her eyes were glazed and her face was coated with cunt honey.

More than ever, Buzz wanted to go down on his daughter's tawny pussy. And more than ever, he didn't dare. One of these nights, though, he'd sneak in Sylvia's bed and dip his tongue down there, real fast-like, just for a quick whiff and taste, that's all.

"Go wash your face;" he told Julie with contempt. "You got pussy all over it."

"Try it yourself sometime," Julie retorted. "You might be crazy about it."

His eyes narrowed on her lush curves as she headed for the kitchen. By God, that one needed a hard lesson. No simple whack on the ass was going to fill her with respect. Buzz's eyes went to the scarves on the bedside table, then to his massive leather belt.

Buzz loomed over Sylvia, who lay panting and twitching with her lingering thrills.

"Get up," Buzz told her ominously. "When she comes back, we're gonna tie her down. I'm gonna teach her a lesson about respecting the law."

Sylvia opened her mouth to argue and quickly shut it again. She'd only enrage him further, and he'd take it out on poor Julie. Sylvia tried bribery instead.

She got up and clutched his throbbing prick in her hot first. Jerking it gently, she rubbed it to her soft belly, feeling his sticky jism oozing out onto her flesh. She rubbed her naked tits against his chest at the same time.

"Don't hurt her, Daddy," she whispered. "Why don't you leave her alone? If you do, I'll be good to you, every night. When Mommy's asleep, I'll be waiting for you in my bed, okay?"

"You'll be waiting anyway," rasped Buzz. "Don't worry, baby girl, I won't hurt her. I just want to scare her so she won't pull that kinky stuff again, see?"

Sylvia wisely refrained from pointing out that she'd just pulled that kinky stuff at his command, and that it had excited her father to the point of savagely fucking the brunette while she was going down on Sylvia.

Julie came back to the bedroom, her face scrubbed clean, Buzz saw with satisfaction. "Get on the bed on your belly," Buzz ordered. "Spread out your arms and legs. You're gonna get crucified," he chuckled.

Julie did exactly as she was told, trembling as Buzz used the silk scarves to bind her wrists and ankles tightly. Julie was frightened, but she knew there was justice in the wind.

She'd made a hasty phone call while she was supposed to be washing her face.

The brunette had too much fighting spirit to take her brutal rape lying down. Using the phone extension in the kitchen, Julie dialed Sylvia's home phone number with trembling fingers. On the third ring a woman's voice answered, "Mrs. Watkins here."

"Listen," Julie whispered hoarsely, "your husband and daughter are having an orgy with me. My address is 121 Sutton Drive, Apartment 3. I'll leave the door unlocked. Hurry!"

She hung up the phone and quickly padded to her front door, which she unbolted. Then Julie came striding back into the bedroom, quiet satisfaction humming in her blood.

No matter what the crazy bastard did to her now, he was going to have some very heavy explaining to do. To his own wife. And whatever else happened, Julie would be off the hook long enough to pack her clothes and run. Because the meanest cop in town was going to be very busy explaining what he was doing with his naked daughter and another sexy woman, who was tied down on her own bed.

The scarves were tied so tightly to her wrists and ankles that the trembling brunette gritted her teeth. She twisted her head to see him grimly unsnapping his holster and removing his thick belt from his pants. Julie took a series of deep breaths to brace herself. Now it all depended on how long it took for Buzz's wife to get over here. If she came.

Of course she'd come! Julie thought frantically. No woman in the world would ignore a phone call like that. The beautiful part of it was that Sylvia was off the hook, too. A schoolgirl her age wouldn't be responsible for a lewd orgy like this. Even the truth sounded ridiculous!

To distract her from the torment that was coming, Julie imagined Buzz trying to explain the situation. His daughter confessed that she'd had sex with her music teacher. As a result, Buzz, an officer of the law, took his daughter to the offender's apartment, where he had both women strip and recreate the crime! He then proceeded to brutally screw the offender, after she'd eaten his daughter's pussy again.

The dumbest woman in the world wouldn't buy that one.

Buzz, keeping his burning gaze on the naked brunette's creamy ass and long legs, wrapped the belt buckle around his fist, leaving a long leather tail. Sylvia watched with wide-eyed fright as her father approached the bed. Instead of lashing out with the belt on Julie's helpless ass, Buzz surprised them both.