Mark Carver: Family with the hots

Then Mark began getting occasional secretaries searching for new cars, just two or three-week affairs. He quickly found out how dangerous that could be with singles. If they got hung up on you, they started talking about divorce and causing trouble. So he switched to horny housewives, which, in spite of a small town like Rockville, there seemed to be an endless supply. The very moment any of them tended to get possessive or heavy, he dropped them as though they had the plague.

And then there was the agony and desire of watching his own beautiful daughter grow up, an irresistibly tempting replica in the flesh of his own wife when she was young and hot and wildly passionate, the most feverishly satisfying sex he'd ever had, the juiciest, most fiery cunt imaginable.

Maybe the succulent, lovely beauty lovingly whipping her sweet mouth up and down on his burning meat was his final fling. Hell, he was almost forty. Her lewd groans were music to his ears as she gave him a torrid, greedy blowjob, and her sweet little cunt gushed pure boiling honey into his lapping mouth like wet fire.

But deep down Mark Jensen knew the truth. He wanted his own daughter, Marsha. He dreamed, day and night, about kissing and nibbling and sucking on every tawny inch of her sweet young flesh, spanking and fingerfucking and ramming his massive prick into her lush tightness until she screamed for mercy.

And Julie, sucking lustfully on his balls at this very moment to send tingling thrills racing through his blood, was only a substitute. A luscious, madly sucking substitute, and a gorgeous one too, but only an echo of what he really craved.

Mark pushed her protesting lips away from his pounding hot meat. "Let's fuck!" he gasped.

"Yes, yes, yes," Julie moaned. She crawled quickly up beside him, on her back, drawing her knees up high. Her pink shining cunt was exposed like a tiny rosebud, pulsating madly.

Mark mounted her, and the young blonde wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back. She panted in a frenzy, with her hot as writhing urgently, while he guided the huge knob of his prick into the narrow slit of her slippery cunt-lips.

"Good uuuuuugh! Good God!" screamed Julie. Only an inch of his colossal meat had pierced her pussy, but already violent waves of heat shuddered trough her madly throbbing cunt. Carefully, Mark began stoking his rod gently in and out of the blonde's fiery cunt, sucking in his breath with intense pleasure. Christ, what juicy as! Another inch, and Julie was swinging her perspiring plump ass to a steady rhythm of obscene joy, gasping and raving.

"Oh Mark – unnnnngh! – Darling, love it, love your big prick – Oooooooooo! More, honey, more! Yesssssss, I love to fuck you, oh it's wild! Oh give it to me all, hurt me, tear me up, all of it – aaaaaaaargh!"

"Ahhhhh, that's hot loving pussy!" Mark groaned. It was all he could do to keep from coming at this moment in her fiery slit. No matter how slowly he tried to pump his gorged cock in and out, Julie's tawny little ass swung to a frenzied rhythm of lust. Her fingers squeezed his own muscled ass fiercely as she jerked. Tears of lewd pleasure rolled down her cheeks as his fucking movements came faster, although be still had only two-thirds of his long meat inserted.

"All of it!" Julie gasped. "All of your hot prick!"

With a violent upward wrench of her soft hips, she managed to enclose his fleshy rod to the very hilt. Now in a fury of wantonness, the girls ass-cheeks slapped loudly against his swollen balls.

"Can't – mmmmmm – can't hold it any more!" grunted Mark. His big balls tinged madly for a moment, and then he gushed his burning load out in great urgent spurts. Instantly, Julie's luscious hot cunt clamped madly on his dick. She shook her head from side to side, low screams of sheer lustful bliss coming from her throat.

"Can't stop cummmmming!" the blonde sobbed. She locked her ankles more tightly behind his back. Maddening spasms of her gushing pussy rocked Mark's loins with intense thrills, as the adolescent drained every last drop of his molten juice.

Long after his rod went limp, Julie continued to sob and twitch her perspiring young ass. Both their naked bellies were bathed in sweat, and they ground together as they panted.

She hugged him so tightly, he had trouble glancing at his watch. Jesus! He'd better get her home fast. The temptation to ravage her virgin asshole, so tiny and helpless, would just have to wait. There would be plenty of other opportunities – unless the whole mess came crashing down first.

Driving back to town a few minutes later, the warm glow of lustful contentment in Mark's loins made him toy playfully with her softly curved ass. But as be glanced at her lovely ass, he realized with a shock just how young she was and the fact that she was his next-door neighbor's daughter. And his neighbor wasn't exactly a fragile flower either. Six feet, four, with a barrel chest and arms like an overweight wrestler. He had a vicious temper, too.

But the police worried Mark more than anything. Hell, suppose Julie blabbed everything out to a girlfriend in a moment of gushing love or weakness? What did he expect for screwing around with a juicy little hunk young enough to be his own daughter.

All because he craved his own daughter.

He let Julie off a few blocks from her house. He had to forcibly push her away when she tried to hug him goodbye.

"For Christ's sake!" he exploded. "The neighbors, you dope. Better keep any for a few days."

"Oh damn," sighed the blonde. "Okay… I'll just write you another mushy love letter."

"Don't mail it!"

"Don't worry," she said, furtively squeezing his cock through his pants. "I'm not that naive."

Mark watched her get out of his car, her plump, cute ass irresistibly bouncing and swaying. Already he felt the tingle of another hard-on. Even the prospect of twenty years and total disgrace in a hick town like Rockville couldn't keep him away from that tight, fiery young pussy. He was hooked as thoroughly as though he were a junkie.

In his own house, he kissed his wife perfunctorily on the cheek. There was a funny blush to her beautiful face, as though she were secretly excited about something. Still gorgeous at thirty-six, still a passionate, eager ball of fire in bed, next to a girl like Julie she was practically a shadow.

There was no denying Sheila Jensen turned eyes whenever she walked down the streets of Rockville. Lush, firm tits proudly held out, a narrow waist, voluptuously rounded hips and long tapering legs. The perfect, faithful wife, thought Mark wryly. Christ, if only she knew!

"Where's Jack and Marsha?" he asked her.

"Marsha is over at a girlfriend's house and Jack is taking his guitar lesson. They'll be home soon."

Sheila avoided his gaze as she spoke, fussing around the kitchen stove. Poor Mark! God, if he knew what was going on he'd kill her. The whips, the chains, the humble obedience and agonizing hot sessions… with the man in town he practically detested most, their next-door neighbor.

It's going to be all right, Sheila told herself. But her fingers shook with nervousness as she reached for a pot. If she had any sanity left she'd cut the whole perverted business out right now. She'd tell Eddie to forget it all, she didn't even want to talk to him again.

Well, maybe after just one more time. Her lush ass still glowed with pain and humiliation after their last violent encounter. And it was such a delicious feeling.

Mark settled down in the living room with a drink. He didn't know why his son bothered to take guitar lessons. The kid sounded terrible, as if he had a tin ear. As far as the music teacher across the street went, she'd already settled into the old-spinster routine. But she wasn't bad looking actually. If you looked carefully beneath those thick horn-rimmed glasses she wore, you could sometimes detect a look of quiet desperation in her eyes. And she always wore her hair coiled up, and those prim, shapeless dresses. But if you somehow got beneath all that.