Mark Carver: Family with the hots

He slid a finger into her tight, juicy cunt and began stroking it in and out rapidly. The little blonde shuddered fiercely and began to jerk on his fucking finger, while his other hand continued to whip her lush ass-cheeks, turning them into an exciting bright crimson.

"Oh God, I'm hot!" Julie walled, swinging her hips furiously as he masturbated and spanked her at the same time. "Ooooo, Mark, do it harder, faster! Aaaaaaagh! It hurts!"

"Gooooood! I love it, I love you!"

His rod tingling madly, Mark slid a second finger into her narrow hot pussy, and now the blonde was jerking in a frantic spasm of pleasure on his fingers. Her tight cunt was already gorged, and even the pain of the spanking was sheer heaven!

"Cummmmming!" Julie screamed in a low moan, whipping her burning young ass up and down furiously. She clawed her sharp nails across his flanks in a fever of wild abandon. Sheets of fire raced through her drenched cunt, out to her blazing ass-cheeks, while she issued low screams of ecstasy, as Mark fingerfucked her savagely in brutal strokes.

"Marsha," he whispered hoarsely, reaching down to sink his teeth into her silky hot ass. If only it was his own luscious daughter! Christ, he loved her hot little cunt! All the years of watching and daydreaming and waiting, and now this passion crazed angel, shuddering and swinging her juicy ass with pure naked lust!

His fingers were soaked with her steaming cunt-juices now, and her lust maddened moans echoed throughout the small cabin. Finally, he withdrew his fingers, and the blonde twitched her glowing ass urgently, wanting more.

He pushed her out gently, and lay back on the bed, reaching for a cigarette. His long rod bristled urgently, but he wanted to draw the session out, savor every depraved moment of it. With the risks he was taking, there was a heavy premonition in the air that warned him to squeeze every ounce of lewd pleasure out of her plump, silken nakedness as possible. "I wish we could run away," Julie whispered, grabbing his hard seat in her loving fingers. "We could do this all the time, Mark. Nobody would ever know. They'd think I was your daughter."

"Stop talking that crap!" he said harshly. "I've got a family, for Christ's sake. A business. Do you realize what could happen if this ever came out?"

"I know, I know," she said quickly. She'd been warned a dozen times. But how could any of the dumb boys her own age, or oven older, satisfy her after a real man like Mark? Funny, thought Julie, he's afraid of my parents finding out, but did he even faintly suspect something was going on between his own wife and her father?

Something was going on, Julie knew. One day a few weeks ago she'd gotten out of school and came home early. Her father's car was in the driveway, meaning he'd left work early. Julie's mother worked too, so when she came into the house and heard soft screams upstairs, Julie hesitated down stairs, confused. Then her father came down stairs wearing his robe, and told her to leave and not come back for an hour. It was neither an explanation nor a request. No one ever questioned or argued with Julie's father. He was a giant of a man, harsh and crude. Julie never liked him, and often daydreamed that Mark was her father, so handsome and polite. Since the two families were next-door neighbors, they got along fairly well, although Mark didn't like her father, either, Julie knew. Hardly anyone liked her father.

Obediently, Julie disappeared for an hour, going to a girlfriends house. But as she was coming to her house, she saw Mark's wife leaving. That didn't prove anything, though. Except for the funny look an her face: furtive, kind of, sort of guilty and rushed. But what would a beautiful, intelligent woman like Sheila Jensen be doing having an affair with a slob like her own father, Julie wondered? Especially with a handsome, sexy husband like, Mark.

None of it made sense. Besides, the only thing madly, totally in love with Mark Jensen, even if he that mattered to Julie was the fact that he was old enough to be her father. Even the way he'd taken her cherry, only a few weeks ago, was so sweet and romantic, a memory the blonde lingered over, day in and day, out.

Julie had run over next-door to Mark's house one night when she'd had a violent argument with her father. Actually, the blonde was looking for Marsha, to spill out her troubles. But no one was home, except Mark. They'd all gone to the movies, except for Mark, who was going over some books. Unable to hold back her tears, Julie blurted out that her father was a terrible, crude man, a tyrant and she wanted to run away from home.

Sympathetically, Mark listened to her and then held her and comforted her, as though she were his own daughter. He told her why it was wrong to run away from home, but while he lectured her in a soft voice, holding her on his lap, something strange happened. He began stroking her soothingly, rubbing her arms and then her legs, talking all the while in the softest, warmest voice.

And Julie, without knowing why, began to squirm excitedly on his lap. He was so warm and comforting, and her father had never shown her any affection. After that, everything was a blur. Julie was suddenly hugging him, and crying and kissing him, and she could actually feel his immense prick straining at his pants like a hot coiled spring of sexy power.

One thing led to another, and then Mark was gently rubbing her hot crotch, and a minute later he'd begun to fingerfuck her in slow, dreamy strokes. And a few minutes after that, he was eating her pussy, triggering the wildest thrills she'd ever wen begun to imagine. And then they were in bed, Mark dreamily fucking her – it only hurt for a few minutes, because of his enormous prick – and then it was the most wonderful, wildest experience in the world. And now the girl felt faint just looking at him, remembering that fantastic night she'd awakened to sex.

And now, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Each time Julie even thought about him, her hot little cunt began seeping with excitement and she trembled like a leaf.

Now the blonde cuddled closer to him on the bunk-bed and moaned with rising excitement. She continually fondled and caressed his long, thrilling prick, wanting urgently for him to eat her pussy, but wanting even more to please him. It was ironic that everyone thought he was such a cold, distant character when he was actually a terrifically exciting lover.

Whatever temptation the luscious adolescent might have about telling him what she suspected about Mark's wife and her own father, Julie immediately put out of her mind. He was nervous enough about things as they stood.

"I'd do anything in the world for you," Julie whispered passionately, crouching down to kiss his long rod of flesh with reverence. It quivered powerfully in her fingers and she moaned lewdly. "Anything. I'll even – even get you other girls if you want. Honest."

Jesus, Mark thought with disgust, all I need are two or three more problems like Julie! Enjoy yourself, he remembered. It's later than you think.

"Just keep kissing my cock and swing your gorgeous little ass over here," he told her.

Happily, Julie swung her crouched naked body around in reverse, so that her golden-haired cunt hovered over his waiting mouth. She began sucking on his thick hot cock once more, while he clutched her soft hips in his fingers and brought her pink wet pussy down to his mouth. Then the distinguished businessman commenced sucking off the girls delicious hot cunt with feverish abandon. Jesus, she was delicious! All honey and fire, her pussy-juices gushing into his mouth like the sweetest nectar. Leisurely thrills rippled through his loins as Julie fervently sucked and kissed and nibbled on his hard prick, stroking the thick meat all the while in her eager hot fingers.

For a few minutes Mark lost himself in a reverie of other sweet pussies and other lustful blowjobs he'd gotten over the years, comparing. His own wife Sheila had been a wildcat when they'd first met, tight, juicy and insatiable. For six months, practically all they'd done was sixty-nine. Before long, dreamy fucking sessions that left them both happily exhausted. But then it wore off; hell, it always did after the first year or two of marriage.