Chapter 5
The Chief of Police continued to stare at the depraved spectacle on the floor in total shock for almost five minutes. He'd unconsciously taken out his Magnum and he held it loosely in his hand as a storm of violent emotions seethed through his blood.
They looked eerie and incredibly obscene by the flickering light of the TV in the darkened room, his naked wife and daughter. With their faces buried feverishly in each other's soaked, burning thighs, neither could see him. His eyes bulged and cords of fury stood out on Whittaker's neck as the two women heaved and moaned and sucked loudly at each other's pussies.
His first reaction was disbelief, stunned disbelief. Once he realized that the scene was real, that his lovely innocent daughter was having torrid, twisted sex with his wife, he had a fierce urge to drag Sally away by her long hair and pistol-whip the hell out of her. And then to take Lisa up to his room and work her bare luscious ass over with his thick leather belt for a solid hour.
But with each passing minute that he watched, his fury was slowly replaced with smoldering excitement, with the hottest, wildest, and most lustful hardon of his entire life.
The sight of the any two naked women, reasonably attractive, going down on each other with mad moans of passion would have turned him on. The sight of his stunningly sexy wife and budding, adolescent daughter locked in frenzied passion on the floor, their naked asses swinging, their fingers clawing lewdly and stroking with obscene eagerness made his prick leap savagely in his pants.
Whittaker's grip on his gun became moist as his hand began to sweat. Even he could recognize that at least part of his rage was due to the fact that they'd done it behind his back without him, and he felt cheated and bitter about that. He'd always suspected Sally was a switch-hitter, he'd heard rumors about that when she was in the trade in San Francisco, but he figured that was none of his business. You had to be a little kinky to live in the wild city anyway, he knew.
But to think she'd raped Lisa's hot little cherry with her mouth! And the sight of his sixteen-year-old daughter lusciously naked, the first time he'd seen her that way since she was nine or ten, almost made him shoot off in his pants. His deep fury stayed with him, but now it fused with a blazing excitement, and with the sharp knowledge that he had them both exactly where he wanted them.
The possibilities of that triangle sparked a giant drop of jism from the head of his throbbing dick.
They were moaning deliriously now, shuddering in mad spasms with a shattering mutual orgasm. Muffled screams came from his daughter's throat, a sound so depraved it prickled the hairs on the back of his neck. She might have been sweet and innocent once, but not now, not after the diabolical brunette had sucked her off. If Sally was half as good with a pussy as she was with a cock, Lisa would never be the same.
By the time he got through with both of them, they wouldn't be able to take a piss without his permission, he thought grimly.
Sally was rolling off Lisa now, her creamy tits panting as she lay back on the carpet. Lisa saw him first. She screamed.
Sally sat up, quickly, her face chalk-white. "Oh, Jesus," she whispered. "Oh, wow." She saw the gun hanging loosely in his hand and she unconsciously crossed herself.
"Daddy, I-it was my fault," Lisa whispered, her face crimson. He could see the cunt-juice smeared on her cheeks, and his prick tingled and quivered as Lisa licked her lips in a reflex.
"Get up to the bedroom," he told Sally harshly. "Wait there for me."
Without a word, the trembling brunette got up and quickly left the room. She was surprised that she was still alive. There was no consolation in the thought that if he hadn't shot her by now, he probably wouldn't. Her sharp eyes had not missed the enormous bulge in his pants, the fierce hardon straining with urgent power. She knew what he was going to do to Lisa anyway and that ought to calm him down. She did not know what he was going to do to her and Sally didn't want to think about it. In the bedroom, she lay back on the bed and chainsmoked, waiting for him with resignation, waiting for Lisa's cries of agony to drift upstairs, which would no doubt be followed by cries of hot excitement.
Sally knew a great deal about human nature, too much, she thought wearily, for her own good....
In the living room, Whittaker grimly took off his thick belt while his naked daughter watched with wide, horrified eyes.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. "But it wasn't Sally's fault, honest, it was mine!"
He sat on the edge of the sofa. "Get on my lap," he ordered roughly.
Trembling from head to toe, Lisa obeyed. She straddled his lap awkwardly, her palms on the floor, her body tensed and her eyes tightly shut. His breathing was a loud rasp in the room. The television continued to blare mindlessly away.
Lisa could feel his pounding hardon through his pants, digging into her soft belly, and in spite of her terror she felt a wild surge of excitement.
Whittaker stared at the sixteen-year-old girl's naked ass, the most beautiful and obscenely exciting ass he'd ever seen. Perfectly rounded, hot and silky beneath his fingers, so luscious and inviting he wanted to strip and take his daughter there on the spot.
He began bringing the tail-end of the belt down in a series of vicious lashes that brought sharp screams from Lisa's lips. She didn't struggle, knowing it was useless, but with each stinging lash of white-hot torment across her tender cheeks she quivered furiously.
Whittaker paused for breath, his eyes raking over her now-crimson mounds, trembling with fear. He uncoiled the belt from his hand and tossed it aside. He did not think about what he was doing now, acting by sheer lust and uncontrollable excitement.
He ran his fingertips over her luscious hot ass-cheeks and slid one down to her tiny dripping cunt. He slid a finger into the narrow slit and Lisa moaned feverishly and began grinding her burning cunt on the probing finger, deep moans of lust coming from her throat. She was still frantically excited from Sally's stinging lips and tongue, and she was profoundly curious, too, about what sex would be like with a man. The fact that the man now finger-fucking her with loud rasps was her father fired that excitement even higher.
The feel of Lisa's tight, fiery pussy squirming hotly on his finger, gushing honey down his hand, shattered the last vestige of control in the Chief.
"Get up," he told her hoarsely. She climbed off his lap and quickly he stood up and stripped naked, staring at her plump little tits and lush hips with raw hunger.
"God, Daddy!" Lisa blurted out when she saw his tremendous rod looming out above his balls. "You're so-big!"
No time for a blowjob, he decided urgently. He'd train her about the finer points of his favorite pastime later. First her juicy hot cherry. He pulled her down onto the sofa on top of him, on his lap, in a sitting position.
Lisa trembled with hesitation. "You're way too big, Daddy, you'll hurt me!"
"What the hell did you think I was gonna do when I caught you having sex with your own stepmother?" he snapped. "Buy you some cotton candy? Lift your ass up!"
Quickly, Lisa hoisted her hips, putting her hands on his knees for support. She sucked in her breath as she felt his blazing knob tickle her wet pussy-lips. It throbbed and pounded with fierce heat. His hands clutched her hips and a moment later Lisa let out a sharp scream as he slammed her down, impaling her massively.
"Eeeeeeee! Oooooooh! Daddy, hurts! Hurts, oh, Lord I'm being ripped in two! Unnngh! P-please! Aaaaah!"
Panting, Whittaker held his sixteen-year-old daughter firmly in place on his long rod, waves of hot bliss shooting through his meat as her small, fiery cunt shuddered painfully on his erection. The feel of her silken ass on his crotch, helplessly squirming, the exciting curves of her young tits heaving in his fingers, the texture of her fat, gorged little nipples throbbing beneath his lustful touch nearly triggered the Chief's load.
"Okay, move slow and easy now, honey," he told her. "Real slow and easy, mmmmm, ahhhh! Yes, baby, unnnnf! Jesus, your little pussy is terrific, Lisa! Hot 'n juicy, mmmm!"
Sobbing, the sixteen-year-old cautiously slid up and down on his huge prick. It burned in her tender slit like a roaring fire, taking her breath away each time she pumped downward. She could feel a trickling in her tortured pussy and Lisa knew she was bleeding, that even though technically the sexy brunette had taken her cherry by masturbating and then eating her, this gigantic mass throbbing cruelly in her tight slit was the real thing.
But her father's fingers lustfully stroking and hefting her swollen tits, the feel of his hard muscled body beneath hers was starting to make her juices flow profusely. She was getting more slippery now and the pain was giving way to a delicious friction in her thrilled cunt. Lisa reached down to feel his hard swollen balls.
"Daddy, I-I'm getting to like it!" she cried with delight. "I like fucking! Oooooh, Daddy, your big dick is so wild! Mmmmm, oh, I'm getting hotter, ooooooh!"
She swung faster on his lap now, rubbing her ass obscenely on his crotch and starting to moan feverishly as the thrills inflicted in her excited pussy by his hot meat became more intense. It would have been far more painful if Sally hadn't primed her first with her frenzied mouth, hadn't turned her on to sex so wantonly. Lisa was beginning to enjoy sex with her massively-endowed father as much as she had with her wild, passionate stepmother.
In less than two hours she'd been transformed from a naive virgin into an eager switch-hitter, now-sobbing with frantic bliss as she whipped her boiling cunt rapidly up and down on Whittaker's rod.
"Oooooh, Daddy, I think-I think I'm gonna come! Ooooh, my pussy is so hot it's gonna explode! Aaaaaah! Daddy, shoot! Oh, you've gotta come in me now, now, now! Unnngh! Whoooo!"
The Chief squeezed her panting tits eagerly in his fingers, and gritted his teeth. Christ, what fantastic cunt! Not the cunning, expert spasms of a trained silken pussy like Sally's, but the sweet, slippery and incredibly hot slit of his own lovely daughter, thrashing and wriggling on his prick with blazing excitement.
"Here!" he gasped excitedly. "Here it comes, baby! Aaaaah, Christ, what juicy hot pussy! Ooooh, angel!"
Lisa twisted her head around to bit him frantically on the lips as she came in furious spasms of ecstasy, as her tingling cunt shuddered with happiness on his exploding rod. The moment his thick cream began spurting deep inside her, the first flood of male come she'd ever felt, Lisa went mad with excitement. She pounded on his shoulders with her fists and screamed and writhed deliriously, the tickling sensation in her thrilled pussy driving her wild.
It took her almost five minutes to calm down after Whittaker went limp inside her. The ironic truth struck Lisa that her father had shown her more honest affection while he was having torrid sex with her than he'd ever shown her in her life.
"How was I, Daddy?" she asked him anxiously. "Was I okay?"
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"You were terrific, honey," he told her. His rage toward her was completely gone now that he'd had her cherry-and now that he knew he could have her luscious little pussy any time he wanted. But he was still furious at his wife, largely for beating him to it. .
Lisa climbed off his lap, and with childish curiosity, knelt between his thighs to get a close-up view of the source of her hot pleasure. His long limp rod was caked with her cherry-blood. She picked it up gently in her fingers and darted out her wet tongue to lick at the blood, feeling an eerie thrill and a fast, rising excitement at the first feel of cock in her lips.
Immediately, Whittaker began to stiffen in her eager mouth. In less than a minute he was surging with power, his prick throbbing in her excited lips. He groaned as Lisa seized four inches of his cock tightly in her wet burning mouth and began sucking it with low moans of furious excitement.
"Yes, baby, yes!" he urged her, clutching her head in his hands and starting to lunge his hips. "Use your tongue, angel, aaaah! Shit, that's good, mmmm, yeah!"
He was more aroused by the fact that his sixteen-year-old beautiful daughter was going down on him than by the actual blowjob. She was clumsy compared to his wife's highly skilled lips, but her feverish eagerness and juicy hot mouth more than compensated for her lack of experience.
And, as Lisa sucked a man off-her own father, she realized with a strange delicious rush of guilt-she couldn't help compare the wanton excitement she felt with the slippery thrill of eating her stepmother's pussy. They were totally different, his mass of boiling meat a throbbing, lustful reminder of male power as it quivered and grew rock-hard in her mouth, while Sally's fiery cunt was a suffocating, deliciously smothering wetness that smeared her face and gushed honeyed female excitement in her tingling throat.
Like her stepmother, Lisa was a natural cocksucker, quickly becoming addicted to oral sex-with either sex. She was discovering that if it wasn't up her pussy it might as well be in her frantic mouth, and she swirled her tongue around her father's long cock and ripped her teeth across its hard surface with unashamed obscene joy.
"Oooooh, Oh, Jesus Christ, oh honey, you're-mmmmm-you're a terrific little cocksucker, ooohhh, unnngh!" Whittaker groaned, crushing her head more tightly to his crotch. "Lick my balls, Lisa! Suck on 'em, baby, yeah, Christ, you're a darling!"
Again it struck the sixteen-year-old as ironic that her father was now lavishing praise on her for the first time in her life-and she had to go down on him to get it! But his obscene encouragement inspired her, and she stroked his meat in her hot fist lewdly as she lapped and kissed his testicles, her nostrils tingling with male sweat. His prick was surging ominously in her hand now, and Lisa hastily rammed it back into her mouth, feverishly wanting her first taste of male come spurting in her throat.
And as Whittaker began ejaculating in his daughter's frenzied mouth, he realized Lisa was a fantastic aphrodisiac, that between her tight, juicy slit and her wildly eager mouth he'd practically have a permanent hardon. She was screaming in her throat with depraved bliss now as he began shooting his jism in great torrents. She whipped her mouth back and forth with ravenous hunger, swallowing his thick cream in rapid gulps, milking his bursting rod in her fist to savor every last molten drop.
Even after he'd finished coming, Lisa continued to suck on his deflated prick with crooning happy sounds, the true sign of oral addiction. Her mouth felt deliciously sticky and salty and the jism hit her stomach like a massive shot of stinging liquor.
Whittaker sighed with profound contentment. He hated to admit it to himself, but if it hadn't been for the fact that his wife was a lustful switch-hitter in the first place, he'd probably never have discovered what terrific sex his sixteen-year-old daughter was. But, goddamnit, she still had to be punished for doing it behind his back!
With a final lingering suck, Lisa released his raw cock with a happy sigh and stood up. "Can I get you a drink, Daddy? Or cigarettes or anything?"
He stared at her with suspicion. Lisa never fawned over him like this. His cop's mind told him there were only two motives. Either she was so grateful he'd taken her cherry and initiated her into the pleasures of male sex, or she was stalling for time, trying to make him forget Sally upstairs, so he wouldn't vent his rage on her stepmother.
His cop's cynicism told him it was the latter.
"No," he told her sharply. "Stay down here." He got off the sofa and Lisa clung to him, digging her soft hot tits into his chest and lewdly rubbing her soaked pussy to his rod. He felt his anger toward Sally beginning to melt. Whatever else Lisa might be, she wasn't dumb. The little hot minx was already beginning to wrap him around her little finger, he realized with a thrill of pride. He only hoped she wouldn't turn out to be a bitch like her mother.
"Please, Daddy, don't hurt her," Lisa begged, imploring him with her sexy, curved nakedness. "Let me come with you, please? Pretty please?"
"Okay," he said grudgingly. When she rubbed her sweet plump tits against him like that and ground her moist warm pussy to him, how in the hell could he refuse?
They went up to the bedroom, Whittaker coiling his belt around his fist once more. Sally had already braced herself for the worst and she wasn't alarmed when she saw the belt. Her husband was almost mellow compared to his earlier fury, thanks to Lisa. A little whipping wouldn't do any more than give her a sore ass for a while, and all that had ever done for the lust-inspired switch-hitter was to make her asshole tingle with raw desire.
"Are you okay, Lisa?" she asked the naked girl.
"Oh, sure, Mom," Lisa nodded quickly. "Daddy won't hurt you, will you, Daddy?"
"The hell I won't," he rasped. "You keep out of this, Lisa. Turn over, Sally."
Slowly, the brunette turned over and lay on her belly, her voluptuous ass trembling slightly. She balled the bedsheet beneath her into her fists and braced herself. When she was working the trade in San Francisco, she'd known a couple of sexy housewives who used to pay her lavishly to whip their luscious buttocks and then rape their assholes with the butt of the whip. It was the only way they could come, and only with a beautiful naked swinger wielding the whip, like Sally.
Afterwards, they'd eat her pussy with frenzied gratitude.
Sally bit her lip fiercely, waiting. She was tough, she'd been around and she knew she wasn't going to cry out no matter what he did. He wouldn't get that satisfaction from her, the cruel bastard!
The first lash tore across her naked ass like searing fire and she quivered from head to toe. There I was a sharp cry in the bathroom, but it came from ' wide-eyed Lisa. Again and again the belt ripped across the silently shaking brunette's bare flesh, until her cheeks were a glowing crimson. And with each stinging lash, the desire in Sally's trembling anus grew hotter and more urgent, craving a massive invasion of thick burning meat.
She didn't have long to wait. Heaving for breath, his lust for vengeance sated, Whittaker now had a fierce erection as her ripe ass flushed helplessly. He quickly uncoiled the belt and tossed it aside. He climbed on top of her velvety naked body and Sally urgently reached behind her to grip his pulsing rod in her fist, guiding him to her tiny tingling asshole.
His prick slid in deep and she gasped with hot excitement as the throbbing pressure plunged inside her quivering tunnel. He began fucking her tender ass with vicious lunges, his groans of lust mingling with her moans of pain and pleasure, and Sally squirmed her hips lewdly, intensifying the pressure.
Lisa watched with fascination, her young tits panting feverishly. It was the second time she'd seen her stepmother raped this way and because Sally was so sexy and thrilling in action, Lisa felt her own pussy throb and tremble with raw desire.
She climbed onto the mattress beside the moaning brunette and snuggled her mouth down to Sally's lush tits. She sucked on one swollen mound with whimpers of joy as her father continued ravaging Sally's beautiful, helpless ass. Growing more feverish each moment, Lisa crept her hand down beneath Sally's hot belly and found her soaked cunt. She began frantically masturbating the grateful brunette while she sucked on her tits with whimpers of lust, feeling Sally's squirming, dripping pussy starting to come all over hand.
And all the while the Chief pounded his hard rod into his wife's juicy ass-flesh, he couldn't deny the sight of his own naked, lovely daughter eagerly sucking on Sally's lush tits and fingerfucking her was sparking the wildest climax of his life. They were dynamite together, Lisa and Sally, their softly curved tits and asses opening a whole new world of sex for him, a fountain of lust deep inside his jaded loins.
The icy, cynical Chief of Police of Ocean City had finally found the fountain of youth-which was to him a fountain of endless spurting jism, a gusher drilled by his hot sexy wife and luscious sixteen-year-old daughter in action together.
He was ejaculating now in wild spurts of cream, gasping as Sally's writhing asshole quivered with furious excitement on his bursting prick. The brunette was climaxing in a fever of wanton ecstasy, Lisa's eager fingers stroking deep in her madly sucking cunt while Whittaker's molten come stung her thrilled bowels.
The moment he finished coming, the Chief withdrew his cock and staggered to a chair facing the bed. Christ, a man could screw himself into an early grave with a wife and daughter like that.
When the Chief climbed off Sally, Lisa slipped down between the brunette's spread legs. Sally still lay on her belly while beneath her crotch the sixteen-year-old girl tenderly licked her crimson ass, as if to apologize for her father's cruelty. Lisa traced her wet tongue-tip along the crack of Sally's beautiful naked ass, then plunged her tongue deep into her stepmother's tender asshole, and wriggled it lewdly around.
A moan of profound excitement came from the brunette as Lisa attempted to lick up the come in her anus. The scene was so depraved and wanton that Whittaker could only gape in fascination as his cock tingled sharply and began to rise still again, in spite of his exhaustion. Jesus Christ, he thought, at this rate I'll never go down.
It was the sight of his daughter's luscious, sensuously rounded bare ass that triggered this powerful hardon, so silky and perfectly rounded, the Chief told himself a man had to be a goddamn idiot not to take advantage of the situation. And he knew for a fact she was a cherry, there, too. Hell, she had to lose her anal virginity sooner or later, so why not to her father? Who fed her, raised her, conceived her, paid for her clothes and her keep, and her schooling? Who in the hell deserved it more than himself?
Lisa was huddled between Sally's spread legs on the mattress with her knees folded under her and her plump little ass hovering in the air. She'd gone from tonguing the hotly aroused brunette's asshole to fiercely lapping her fragrant pussy, unable to resist her new compulsion. And it was doubly exciting in this position for Lisa, with her nose pressed to Sally's velvety ass-crack and her tongue reaching deep into her stepmother's slippery hot cunt for her delicious honey.
And, as she sucked hungrily, Sally rubbed her hot ass in a frenzy to Lisa's face and clawed the mattress beneath her. God, the girl learned fast! Her sweet lips and long tongue were pure obscene delight and she was already showing signs of diabolical imagination, pausing every so often to blow cooling gusts of air into Sally's fiery slit.
His hardon bristling with impatience, Whittaker went over to the bed. With her cute ass hovering in the air, he could ravish her standing and although his rod was sore-he'd already had three women today, beginning with the blonde sexy nympho, moving on to his tight stepdaughter and then raping his own wife's lush buttocks-he found it impossible to resist the juicy temptation.
The Chief gripped Lisa's hips firmly in his hands and nudged his cock-head into her pussy-lips to wet it down. Instantly the girl clasped it with feverish lust and Whittaker found himself sucked in as if by a magnetic vortex, pumping his erection deep into her narrow hot pussy with loud groans. All the while Lisa continued eating her stepmother in a frenzy of excitement, Sally's naked, creamy body shuddering with her first orgasm.
Whittaker knew he'd come in less than a minute if he kept it up, with her silken boiling pussy squirming and thrashing madly on his rod. It took will power, but he suddenly jerked his prick out. Lisa raised her head and cried out, begging him to ram it back in.
Quickly, the Chief placed his swollen knob against her tiny helpless anus. Taking a deep breath, he slammed forward with all his might.
A high keening scream came from the girl's lips and she trembled violently. Whittaker kept her impaled without moving, feeling her burning tight asshole throb deliciously on his shaft. Every slight movement she made only increased her agony and his pleasure.
Then he began pumping forcefully, gasps of intense excitement coming from him. Talk about tight and hot!
Lisa tried to find her voice to beg him to stop the torture but her lips moved without sound. Each savage thrust was like a blazing poker up her tender bowels and in a desperate attempt to take her mind off the anguish, she plunged her tongue back into her stepmother's eagerly sucking pussy and lapped furiously to Sally's ecstatic delight.
"Jeeeee.-zus, what an ass, angel!" groaned Whittaker, feeling her churning tunnel begin to suck his load out of him in a frenzy. "Mmmmm, shit, that's wild, baby! Ooooohf!"
Her squirming, boiling asshole wriggled madly on him until he began shooting in fierce spurts, the last of his stamina pouring forth to sting her tender bowels. The strange tickling sensation in her buttocks, the feel of his burning come spurting like a shower of lava in her ass drove Lisa to devour Sally with frantic greed, until the brunette was trying to wrench free of her lust-crazed mouth.
Later that night Lisa lay between her father and her stepmother in their bed. Her natural hunger for affection was overwhelmed between the two of them, since neither could keep their fingers off her soft, silken nakedness. She'd be sleeping here every night, Sally told her. The brunette felt no guilt for turning the sixteen-year-old on so lustfully. She'd been involved in so many strange and obscene acts of sex, she'd long ago passed the point of feeling anything but sheer desire and raw satisfaction.
She'd already decided if there was a hell, she'd made the necessary entry qualifications years ago so what difference did a little more depravity make? Besides, she'd have so much company down there, it was undoubtedly a hell of a lot more crowded than it was on earth.
And lovely little Lisa was definitely worth the trip down....
The Chief of Police suffered from no such philosophical wanderings. A practical man, he informed his wife and daughter that from now on he'd be home promptly at five-thirty every night for dinner and that nothing, absolutely nothing would go on behind his back. It would be a triangle, not a duet.
From now on, he told them solemnly, he was a family man.
Lisa fell asleep first, confused but happy. In some bizarre way, she'd finally drawn her father and stepmother together, had welded the three of them into a family unit. The price she'd paid was her own virgin flesh. More than anything in the world, the adolescent craved simple affection from both her parents and if that innocent hunger had to be laced with wild sex in order to be satisfied, then she too was willing to pay the price.
At the tender age of sixteen, she was learning one of the harshest lessons in life-nothing was ever free, least of all love.
You always paid for it, one way or another. Sally could have told her that from long, bitter experience but it was something everyone had to learn for themselves.
Including Johnny Edmond's passion-crazed, beautiful young wife, whose lesson would be the harshest of all....