POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin - Sex Stories

POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin

... until the nerves in her groin area began to short circut again. The electric jolts of an intense climax flowed through her ravished body as she begged her father to fuck her harder, harder, harder. Jerry let himself go this time. Like the flash from a nuclear explosion, a blinding white light struck him temporarily blind as his potent seed boiled up from his balls and his long delayed and suppressed orgasm erupted with an incredible f***e. He cried out in ecstatic agony, "Uhh...uhh...uhh...uhh...uhh...uhh...uhh," as his mighty prick f***efully pumped an ocean of milky sperm-sauce into her abused rectum. Gradually his eyesight returned to normal. His lust‑fogged brain began to detect an annoying sound, a loud blaring horn. He couldn't imagine what it was, nor did he care. Then his nostrils filled with a sharp, acrid odor. "What the fuck?" he asked out loud. White smoke billowed out from the kitchen. "Holy shit! The pizza!" Jerry jumped up ripping his semi‑soft cock from his daughter's gaping ass and rushed into the kitchen. The room was filled with the sharp stench of burning food. Holding his breath, Jerry grabbed a potholder, threw open the oven and extracted the forgotten and now charred, smoking pepperoni pizza. He threw the smoldering mess into the sink and wet it down before retreating for fresh air. "Open the windows!" he shouted. David had already opened the patio door to let out the smoke. Tina lay lifeless on the floor fucked out. Cold air rushed into the house ...

... chilling her so that her smooth skin was covered in goose bumps. The sudden chill began to revive her as David helped her sit up. By and by, the fog cleared from her lust‑fevered brain. Looking around the smoky room and over the back of the sofa, she saw several firemen in their yellow raincoats rush into the house. The home security system had done its job and alerted the fire department when the smoke was first detected. Tina jumped up and with David close behind, retreated to their bedrooms buck‑naked. Jerry was mortified as the firemen milled about. He had seen that David and Tina had made a dash for it and prayed that no one else had seen them. Especially Mrs. Smith, the neighborhood snoop and gossip who, hand to her mouth in shock, was looking in through the open patio door. Anxiously he tired to explain it was just a pizza and that everything was under control. The firemen openly sniggered at him. Naked, he wandered into the den where he saw on the floor by the sofa Tina's pink nightshirt with the white kitten, next to his own stripped‑boxers and David's discarded Spiderman briefs near the TV. Kicking Tina's nightshirt under the sofa he was simultaneously confronted by a Fire Lieutenant and the closing video scene of cum spewing into the open mouth of a slut. "Having a party?" the Lieutenant sarcastically began. "Uh, uh..." "You need to be more careful or else you and your friends might find yourselves outside, standing around naked while everything you own burns to the ...