Mark Carver: Family ties

Glenn Marks faced her, his huge prick throbbing fiercely in his pants. The redhead's eyes smoldered on the obvious bulge of his crotch, her ripe lips wet and slightly parted. Her luscious tits rose and fell to a rapid, panting rhythm in her tightly clinging summer dress. For a moment the only sound was the traffic roaring by their motel room on the outskirts of town.

"Kneel down and unzip my fly," Glenn said in a hoarse voice.

Her green eyes widened with shock. She couldn't have been more than twenty-one or two, and they'd met just twenty minutes before, but it wasn't her age that bothered Glenn. What he really craved was a lush, blonde like his on beautifully curved daughter, Becky. Glenn quickly tried to push that thought aside as too dangerous. But it clung fiercely like a burning obsession.

"Go ahead," Glenn said harshly to the redhead.

Moving hesitantly, the redhead came over to where he stood by the bed. She slipped off her heels and, trembling wildly, knelt in front of him. Her fingers shook as she groped with his fly, slipping a soft warm hand in to clutch his hot coiled meat. Glenn sucked in his breath as she brought his hard prick out, her fist already beginning to stroke gently. She stared with fascination at the tiny white drop oozing out of his red knob. Glenn gripped her shimmering hair in his hands.

"Lick it up," he urged.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she nudged her mouth forward and her pink wet tongue shot out to lap up the salty drop. A soft moan of excitement came from her throat, and she quickly began sliding her warm mouth back and forth on his pulsating cock. Glenn grunted loudly with pleasure and stared down at her heaving tits as she began blowing him in earnest, her excitement soaring at the size and heat of his rigid prick.

She was clumsy and inexperienced, but she was trying hard. She could be trained, and that's what Glenn was searching for – a hot, eager girl who could be taught the strange and bizarre tricks he demanded. Hell, he didn't even know her name yet! She'd come into the auto agency where he worked as sales manager and asked for a demo ride. The redhead was openly intrigued by his powerfully muscled build and easy, smiling good looks, and he'd deliberately had her drive out toward the motel he always used for horny, impatient women.

"Jesus, that's enough!" he grunted suddenly as she sucked feverishly on the head of his urgently throbbing prick. He didn't want to come in her mouth yet. At thirty-seven, Glenn could easily get his rocks off twice in a row, and the original sight of her plumply curved ass and long legs had given him an immediate hard-on. A juicy ass that like deserved something better than a few passionate squeezes.

With a lingering suck of her burning mouth, the redhead stood up facing him. Without a word, they both began undressing, watching each other strip. Seeing her huge white tits spring forth, naked and big-nippled, Glenn wondered if any man had had enough sense to fuck her in those magnificent mounds. Damn, if only he'd had more time. An hour, an hour and a half at the most was all he could manage away from the agency without arousing too much suspicion.

"Oh God, you're big," she moaned, standing naked before him, her eyes gleaming on his massive cock. Glenn put out a hand and rubbed her silky copper cunt-hairs. She shuddered, and he drew his fingers away, soaked with her burning cunt-juices. All she needed was a taste of his hot meat to turn her on.

Whimpering, she lay back on the bed and spread her milky thighs wide. Her drenched, tiny cunt-lips were already making lewd sucking motions between her reddish pussy-hairs.

Glenn got on top of her and she immediately seized his long prick in her fingers, her other hand fondling his swollen balls. While she guided him into her tight, juicy slit, Glenn clutched a big creamy tit in both hands and sucked on the bright-red nipple with obscene pleasure. A moment later, he almost sank his teeth into it viciously.

She'd eagerly jerked her hips up to meet his fat prick and the fiery, silken tightness of her hot cunt caught him by surprise. Not a cherry – couldn't be, at her age – but Christ, what a madly sucking pussy!

"Oh Lord, that's – oooooh – that's good," she squealed, beginning to thrash her heavy ass wildly on the bed. "It – aaaagh! It hurts, but I love it! Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me!"

All his life Glenn had prided himself on his staying power, on his ability to fuck for at least twenty minutes before coming, but this wild, passionate surprise was trying to drain his load out of him like an electrified cunt. Her soft hot body quivered and jerked furiously beneath his pistoning cock, and even though he had only two-thirds of his throbbing meat rammed into her, she was already raking his back with her slurp fingernails. She squirmed and thrashed her boiling pussy-flesh on his organ with frantic moons, raising her legs high to urge more of his gorged prick deep inside her.

"Easy," Glenn gasped as her nails tore violently across his shoulders. How in the hell would he explain those battle scars to his wife, Sheila? From the way the passion-crazed redhead was twisting and grinding her maddened hot cunt on him, either she was an insatiable nympho or she hadn't been laid in a long, long time. Now she was sinking her teeth into his shoulder with delirious groans and locking her ankles around his, her lush ass swinging frantically in his hands.

"Gonna come!" she gasped. "Oh, Jesus, I'm coming, coming! Love it! Love your big prick! Yes,yes! You come too! Eeeeeeee!"

Beneath her juicy squirming cunt-flesh, Glenn felt the last of his control slip away. With a series of furiously fucking strokes, his bunting cock battered deep inside her hot narrow pussy to make her scream with joy. For a full minute he shot his boiling load into the trembling walls of her frenzied cunt.

"Kee-rist, what a wild cunt!" Glenn gasped as the redhead clamped and squeezed her lustful slit on his dwindling prick, eager to coax out the last burning drop of his gushing load.

Even after he collapsed on her sweating, heaving nakedness, she continued to hug his cock in spasms, moaning happily all the while. With care, Glenn slipped his limp prick out and she whimpered in protest.

"Time out," he panted. He reached on the bedside table and got his cigarettes, lighting one thoughtfully. For a minute, he watched her eyelids flutter with her receding orgasm, absently pinching and caressing her creamy hot tits. Long-term or quickie? he wondered. The smooth-talking car salesman had more than his share of quickies, but they were usually bored housewives. A housewife had as much to lose as he did since both of them were married with families, but single girls like this eager redhead were always risky. There was always the chance they'd fall in love and blow the whistle on him, so Glenn chose them with great care. He was, after all, a respectable upstanding community citizen with a beautiful wife and two handsome children, a daughter and a son.

"Again," the redhead whispered, loving his deflated cock with tender fingers. "Give it to me again, darling."

"Turn over," Glenn ordered. Quickly, she obeyed, and Glenn ran a finger caressingly along the crack of her lush, creamy ass-cheeks. He teased her for a while as he finished his cigarette, pondering his problem. He'd deliberately left his briefcase back at his office, locked in his desk. In the briefcase was a set of manacles and chains, and a short leather whip with nine trailing thongs on it. The manacles and whip had brought a great many searing, unforgettable orgasms to a great many girls and women. As well as a few vivid memories of pain that would last a lifetime. His wife knew nothing about that, of course. Completely square and beautiful, Sheila moved through life like the dutiful wife, smiling, still sexy enough to turn heads on the street, still the perfect wife and mother.