Mark Carver: Family with the hots

Every in morning at eight-thirty exactly, Anne Hawkins watched him leaving for school. She peered from her living room window, her eyes devouring his broad shoulders and slim waist. And always her burning gaze lingered on the thick bulge of his crotch, massive in his tight pants. When he turned the corner and disappeared, the lushly curved brunette let out a deep sigh, hugged her robe tighter round her plump breasts, and desperately fought the urge to masturbate.

A year, a whole long tormenting year since she'd felt a hot thrilling cock driving deep into her aching pussy! And powerfully throbbing in her wet, eager mouth. And ramming savagely into her tingling asshole.

Upstairs, Anne started drawing a hot bath and slipped out of her robe. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs as she critically examined her naked body in the full-length mirror. The sight of her own ripe hot tits and velvety skin, her sleek thighs framing her silky cunt-hairs almost always triggered a wild fingerfucking session. Her hips would jerk with increasing fervor as she dipped two fingers lewdly in and out of her juice-soaked cunt and her entire glowing nakedness would tremble from head to toe.

Until that delicious moment of explosive coming, when her burning juices were flowing and gushing onto her savagely fucking fingers. But it wasn't working any more. She needed the real thing, a live hot prick tearing relentlessly into her narrow slit, until she could faint with sheer ecstasy.

Her fingers dipped down to her glistening pussy-hairs and hesitated. How could anyone so voluptuous, so damned sexy be so deprived?

With a long, shaking sigh, the tall brunette slipped into the steaming hot-water and began soaping her lush tits. There would be no obscenely thrilling fingerfucking on this beautiful summer morning. Not as long as there was a handsome was hung like a bull in heat. She couldn't deny boy living across the street who what she had in mind was dangerous, especially in a small town like Rockville.

But if she didn't have an honest-to-God orgy of lewd sucking and fucking soon, she felt as if she'd lose her mind. She'd lived in Rockville a year now, the town's prim and quietly respectable music teacher. The nakedly curved brunette smiled when she remembered seeing the welcome sign as she drove into town.

And on a sheer impulse, she'd stopped, rented a small house and set herself up in business as the local music teacher. Piano and guitar, mostly, with most of her students, healthy teenagers of both sexes. Only now, after a year of aching, restless torment, she realized there was more artistry and music in a feverish blowjob and strenuous fucking session than all the piano concertos in the world.

At four-thirty this afternoon, the anxious divorcee had a lesson scheduled for Jack, the handsome boy who lived across the street, the hung darling she'd secretly dreamed about for months now. He was actually a lousy guitar player, but that wasn't the sort of lesson she had in mind. If she didn't lose her nerve, she'd show him some real music in the form of her sultry hot mouth and fiercely throbbing cunt.

The lush brunette raised one long, silken leg along the rim of the bathtub and lovingly stroked her smooth inner thigh. The big problem wasn't Jack, who was just a healthy, clean-cut kid with one of the biggest crotches she'd ever seen. It was his father. Good-looking bastard, but one of those stem, moralistic types who went punctually to church every Sunday, gazing down at everyone else with cold, superior eyes. Probably screwed his beautiful wife once a week for ten minutes exactly, before rolling over and snoring.

If he ever found out the thirty-one year old divorcee seduced his wholesome young son with one of the hungriest blowjobs and torrid fucking sessions imaginable, he'd, have her tarred, and feathered. And as the town's most prominent citizen, he'd probably have her thrown in jail to boot.

Anne tightened her lips with determination. Maybe jail couldn't be any worse than a padded cell. Because this afternoon she was going to have the wildest, most furious sucking and fucking orgy of her life with that gorgeous hunk of boy-man, or lose her sanity anyway.

To hell with the risk! She was so frantically horny by now, even some of female students were beginning to look luscious and irresistible.

It was the young, wholesome ones she craved fiercely now, those sweet faces and smooth-skinned bodies, those juicy rock-hard pricks that pounded with innocence and curiosity.

Beginning today, it was all or nothing, Anne told herself. She was so hot, most of the time, her cunt constantly felt like a mass of soaked, throbbing fire. Even the soap-suds on her naked flesh felt like sticky, tingling come. She'd give Jack the most unforgettable sex of his life. Raw, naked, thrilling sex that would leave him dazed with pleasure. In her mind's eye, the passionate brunette began licking his big balls for a start, teasing ever closer to his long hot prick…

And to hell with his cold-eyed father, too!

In the office of his new Ford agency, one of the most prosperous businesses in the small town, Mark Jensen went over the latest purchase-orders with a self-satisfied smile. He had every reason to be satisfied, except one, something he didn't want to think about right now.

He had a beautiful wife who never nagged or complained, two lovely children, Jack, and Marsha, a fast-growing business; a reputation in town as a leader; hundreds of friends. He had, in fact, everything. He even had something he desperately needed that could destroy everything he'd built up over the years if the town ever found out about it. Something that could cost him twenty years in prison.

Mark glanced at his watch. Just after three, and as if linked to his watch, his long prick began to pound hotly in his pants. She was due any minute now.

The distinguished, thirty-eight year old civic leader lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. The whole Goddamned mess began six months ago, when he'd punished his daughter, Marsha, for some trivial incident. But the delicious feel of her hot, plump young ass quivering beneath his fingers sparked a deep, violent urge in his loins. Beneath the thin material of her skirt and panties, her luscious ass triggered a molten climax in his pants. He'd come again and again, breathing heavily, his lust filled by her helpless sobs. He'd finally let her go, but by then it was too late. He was hooked, addicted to the feel of silky young ass, and from that moment on he spent almost all his time fantasizing, daydreaming, unable to resist a constant massive hard-on.

The girl entered his private office now, without even knocking, and Mark sucked in his breath. Her eyes shone with worship and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. But it was her deliciously curved young body that held his attention. High, delicately-rounded tits above a narrow waist, plump thighs and perfectly smooth calves. And above all that juicy innocence, the face of an angel framed by long golden hair.

It was his next-door neighbor's daughter, Julie, who was also Marsha's best friend.

"Hi, Mr. Jensen," she said brightly. Her voice was laud enough for any of the salesmen on the floor to overhear: "Could you give me a lift home if you're leaving now?"

"As a matter of fact, I was leaving early today," Mark said, reaching for his briefcase. Was this idiotic, rehearsed conversation really fooling anyone, ho wondered nervously? It didn't matter, he realized. A squad of police cars couldn't stop him from what was going to happen in the next hour.

Grabbing his briefcase, he gave a few last-minute instructions to his salesmen and went out to his new Ford, followed by Julie. They got in, and a minute later be was heading out of town.