Mark Carver: Family with the hots

Suddenly Anne gasped his quivering meat in her mouth and began greedily sucking him off, deep animal moans coming from her throat. She began whipping her head back and forth with a pent-up urgency, eager to gulp down his youthful juices, to relish every burning drop. At the same time, she jerked the trunk of his pounding rod lewdly in her hot fist.

"Can't-can't hold my rocks!" Jack gasped, astonished at her frenzied cocksucking. He jerked his prick up to meet her sucking-motions, feeling as if his jism was being drained out of him by an electric sucking machine. Lord, what a blowjob! Every nerve in his loins was exploding as the divorcee's madly hungry mouth pumped passionately on his rock-hard meat. The lusty combination of her jerking hot fist at the same time triggered a tremendous climax.

"Ooooooo, shit! Oh Christ Miss Hawkins, unnnnnng! Can't take your wild mouth! Here it comes, here – wow! – Get my rocks off! Ooooooooo!" Frantic groans of lust coming from her throat, Anne sucked faster and more furiously. The massive bursting prick quivered for long thrilling moments in Anne's mouth, swelling and growing as hard as a brick. Then his load came in great torrents of salty lava. Greedily the brunette gulped it down, loving the burning creamy taste, gently ripping her teeth along his fleshy rod in frenzied hunger.

For a solid minute, Jack continued to burst his flood of come into her fantastically eager mouth, gasping and groaning with excitement. Her crazed moans were subsiding now, but still Anne sucked fiercely as his long cock slowly deflated. Every molten drop of his young juice was nectar to her starved throat, and a thrilling promise of what her pussy and asshole would soon get.

At last she released his limp prick with a long, delicious sigh of happiness. The blowjob was fierce and urgent, over with too quickly for her satisfaction. But there would be others, plenty of others, and not just with Jack either.

She milked a final few drops out with her fist, which she eagerly lapped up. Then she stood up with a languorous expression, her eyes still glowing on his thick dangling prick.

"Did you like that, Jack? Was it good enough for you?"

The eighteen-year-old nodded, still catching his breath. "It was far out, Miss Hawkins. Jesus, I never got my rocks off like that! It was… dynamite."

Feeling a thrill of pride, Anne went to the kitchen to refill their glasses. This time she poured straight vodka. Sucking off a beautiful young boy like Jack was an experience she desperately needed, but now her silken cunt pulsated and ached with a powerful need of its own. And not just her sex-starved pussy, either. There was a strange tingling in her asshole, a need to be ravaged there by his gorgeous young prick as well.

By now, the brunette music teacher knew she was half-drunk, but she was careless about the outcome of any of it, as long as she could gratify the wild fantasies that had tormented her for more than a year. Her cunt felt like a throbbing mass of fire, and every nerve in her succulently curved flesh ached fiercely. Her swollen nipples tingled madly, begging to be sucked and gently bitten. But above all, she needed that throbbing, gigantic young prick rammed up her sucking pussy until she fainted with sheer satisfaction and joy.

She'd waited so long, held off so stupidly, Anne Hawkins wondered if she'd ever get enough sucking and fucking to gratify her built-up urgency.

Back in the living room, she pulled Jack up by the hand and fondled his deflated rod in her lewd fingers as they sipped their drinks. It stiffened rapidly again in her stroking fingers.

"Ever eat a pussy before?" she whispered to him wantonly. She loved the raw sex-sound of the words after playing the role of a starved spinster for so long. She could also feel the effect the obscene words were having on the boy as his prick leaped hungrily in her fingers.

"Yeah, sure," Jack lied. The truth was, he'd had the urge a couple of times with a few of the cuter chicks he'd dated, but he'd never actually gone down on them. The prospect of ramming his tongue up this gorgeous brunette's cunt bath intimidated and excited the hell out of him. Suppose he disappointed her?

"Or suck on a girl's tits and fingerfucked her at the same time, until she came all over your fingers?" Anne murmured, stroking just a bit harder on his rigid hot meat. She'd get the boy so hot he wouldn't be able to stop coming.

"Christ, Miss Hawkins, you're getting me so worked up I'm going to come in your fingers," Jack rasped, gulping down the rest of his drink in one swallow.

"Or fucked a girl in the ass?" the madly aroused brunette continued, relentlessly. Actually, the words were exciting herself at least as much as him. Why, she wondered, did it sound so great to be a whore after playing the role of a spinster for so long? But she loved the role of the insatiable whore, at least right now.

"No," Jack stammered truthfully. The idea of screwing the tall, sultry divorcee in her beautifully curved ass brought an impatient drop of come oozing from his crimson knob.

As far as Anne was concerned, her inner debate was over with. She wanted this boy's massive pole rammed up her pussy right now, every hot pounding inch. The rest of her sex-starved desires have to wait. Only a straight, hot, ruthless fuck would put out her fire for now. Dog style the first time. She wanted those big young balls crushing brutally against her nakedly curved ass each time he rammed forward, like a burning pile driver.

"Undress me," she said in a husky voice. "Strip me, honey, and then fuck me until I faint."

His fingers trembling with eagerness, Jack stood behind the sultry brunette and unzipped her dress. All the while she undulated her big warm ass against his naked prick, getting him hotter, more furiously aroused. Whom her dress was tossed aside, he unsnapped her bra, took it off and toad that aide. She clutched his hands and squeezed them to her luscious hot tits, moaning with rising lust. She continued jerking her lush ass-cheeks to his now-stiff rod of flesh, rubbing the silky crack of her ass-cheeks so lewdly he was afraid he'd shoot off spin, on the spot.

When the voluptuous music teacher was stark naked, Jack sucked in his breath. Her tits had rosy nipples, fat with lust. Her copper-colored cunt-hairs were soaked with her passion. Compared to the schoolgirls he'd fumbled around with for the past few years, Anne Hawkins was a Goddess.

She gripped his cock in one warm fist and guided him to the arm of the sofa. The thrilling, surging power of his long young dick almost made her want to suck him off again. But what she needed at this moment, more than anything in the world, was a brutal, hot animal fuck. The statuesque brunette knew that he might come too soon again. Already his crimson prick was surging anxiously in her loving fingers. But she knew how to fix that, too.

Facing him, Anne darted two fingers into her trembling cunt and spread her own hotly flowing cunt-juices over them. She covered the length of his hard rod with her gushing fluid liberally, rubbing the knob obscenely against her pulsing cunt-lips meanwhile.

"Now, listen, Jack," she said in a hoarse urgent voice. "I need a long hot fuck from you, darling. As big as your mammoth cock is, don't worry about hurting me. Just slam it all in and work it, honey. Keep on working it, because, darling, you don't know how badly I need this one!"

"Christ, you're so sexy, Miss Hawkins…"

"Call me Anne, silly."

"I might – I might come too soon to satisfy you, Anne."

"The hell you will," she said, grinning with knowledge. "I'll fix that you darling boy. You just screw like a machine. I'll let you know what to stop."

The naked, lusciously curved brunette hunched her belly over the arm of the sofa and spread her long legs behind her, with her toes touching the floor. She leaned far down with her elbows on the seat of the soft. Her plump naked ass undulated urgently, so ripely inviting. Jack feared he would explode his boiling rocks off before he even touched her pink glistening cunt. He could see her juicy slit pulsating hungrily before his eyes, peeping between her silky cunt-hairs.