Hank Borden: Hot family affairs

"Ohhhh! I'm dying!" yelled the big man.

Laura kept sucking the prick deep, spitting it back out, then sucking the prick deep again. Her nostrils flared crazily as she fought for air in the small closet. This was all so new to her, but she kept bobbing her head and gobbling up the cock repeatedly.

As she sucked, she squeezed the root in her tiny fist and pumped it rhythmically. Spit soon covered her hand and wrist, in addition to her face, and she could feel the man's hot blood gushing wildly. Though she was inexperienced with cocks, she was sure her daddy was ready to blow his wad down her throat.

"Oh, fuuuuck!" howled the man. "The bitch is making me come!"

Now Laura was really turned on. Her head bobbed furiously so that her hair flew in all directions. She jacked him off as she sucked him, her hand a blur. She wanted to taste the cum very badly, and she didn't want to waste one drop.

She braced herself for her father's orgasm, remembering how he had creamed the young girl in his lap. Laura wondered if her mouth was big enough to handle his load. She shivered hard as she sucked and jacked and licked and chewed.

"Motherfucker!" shouted Mr. Holt. "My prick will never be the same!"

Laura smacked loudly. She gobbled up her own spit. She made the cock a sloppy mess as her clenched fist churned her spit into creamy froth. Then the prick swelled up in her mouth and exploded.

"Eeeooow!" cried the man, now pounding on the closet door with his fists. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, sweet shit!"

Laura groaned as thick wads of cum blasted the roof of her mouth and poured down her throat. She gulped loudly in her efforts to swallow every drop. The taste was wonderful to her. She treated the jizz like gold. She felt proud of herself for being able to contain her daddy's wildly spurting cock.

But she was too quick. Soon the cock got out of control, and cum began spurting everywhere at once. The jizz flooded her mouth, white-washed her face, and even dripped down onto her dress. But she still drooled happily as she sucked down as much as she could.

"Eeeee! Ooooh!" moaned Mr. Holt. "That feels fucking good!"

Laura had a sloppy face, but she was grinning from ear to ear. Too bad she couldn't show her father who it was who had sucked him off. She milked his prick dry, choking and gagging every now and then as she tried to take it in too much at once. The taste was excellent to her.

Then the cock shrunk in her mouth and she knew instinctively that her moment of conquest was over. She licked the cockhead dry, then watched as her daddy withdrew the big limp prick. She almost cried when the cock slipped through the hole and out of her sight.

"Shit!" said he as he struggled with his trousers. "You have some friend, Cindy. But please don't ask me to do this again. I like to see what I'm sticking my cock into."

Laura, watching through the hole, waited until her father had gone. Then she came out, grinning. She had some of his jizz on the front of her dress and more on her chin. But she soon licked it off. Then she and Cindy shook hands in victory.

"Now we'll have to think of a way for me to fuck him," said Laura. "That'll be harder, but I'm going to at least try."

By the time Janice had seen her daughter and husband off to work, she was ready to plop down on the sofa and switch on the television. The dirty dishes could wait until later, she decided. Besides, Tim hadn't eaten yet. He was sleeping late this morning.

Actually, Janice wasn't tired at all, only bored. Her husband had once again refused to fuck her, rejecting her advances last night and again this morning. She just couldn't understand it. She had gone to a lot of trouble to maintain her shapely figure, exercising regularly and watching the sweets. But still the man wasn't interested. Now there was no doubt in her mind but that her husband was getting a little down at the office. Maybe even getting a lot! Well, she told herself, two can play that game.

She stretched out on the couch and threw open her robe and spread her legs wide, all the time watching the television. She was so horny! Though she never particularly enjoyed playing with herself, she took this opportunity to shove one finger up her throbbing cunt hole. This wasn't exactly getting even with her husband, but at least it would satisfy her raging hunger.

Her finger was soaked within seconds and Janice found herself gasping for air. She moved her finger in and out of her cunt ever so slowly, taking special care to stroke her hot clit. She almost wished her son would come running downstairs this very second and catch her with her finger up her pussy!

But instead of footsteps on the stairs, Janice heard a knock on the front door. She jumped up and yanked her finger out of her cunt. Then she went to the door, fastening her robe as she walked.

She paused a second to brush back her long yellow hair and to try and steady her breathing. Then she turned the knob and opened the door, wondering who had disturbed her privacy.

"Hello, Mrs. Holt. I heard Tim was home from college. May I come in and see him? I just know he's dying to see me." The little blonde pushed her way past Janice and began to look around for Tim. "Where is he?"

Janice looked the girl up and down, frowning at her tiny halter and too-short cut-off jeans. Janice could almost see most of the girl's asscheeks, as well as the outlines of her tits and nipples.

"Who are you?" she finally asked the girl.

"Karen. I went to high school with Tim. I heard he was home. Where is he?" She was bouncing with enthusiasm, her titties nearly breaking free of the flimsy halter.

"Tim is upstairs in his room. If you'll wait here, I'll…"

The girl bounded up the stairs, two steps at a time. Her plump ass and her golden hair bounced behind her. Janice started to call her back, but she was gone in seconds.

Janice couldn't remember ever meeting the girl and she had a hard time believing that her son would associate with such an obvious slut. She was about to go upstairs and evict the little blonde bitch when there was another knock on the door.

Another friend of Tim's, thought Janice as she swung open the door. "Oh, hello. Come right in!" she said.

But to her embarrassment she quickly saw that it was the gas man, here to read the meter. But he wasn't the regular man, who was old and grey. This man was young and handsome, with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She shut the door, then, tightening the sash on her robe, led him down into the basement to read the meter.

"Nice day, isn't it?" he asked as he squatted before the glass box. "But it's supposed to rain tonight."

Janice didn't care one bit about the weather. She was too busy admiring the man's giant cock bulge and his broad shoulders. The hunger in her pussy grew as she stared down at the man.

She had never cheated on her husband before, but she was finding it awfully difficult to ignore the burning between her thighs now. She was standing right behind the man, looking over his shoulders, and the nearness was turning her whole body into a raging inferno. Her titties swelled up and hardened. Her pussy juices started to drip, soaking her pussy lips.

"Well, that should do it until next month," said the gas man as he rose to his feet.

Then he turned to face the big blonde and saw a very familiar look in her eyes. In his occupation he saw the look often, but rarely in the eyes of such a gorgeous woman. He started rubbing his stiffening cock as he watched her hand move down to her pussy.

"I'll bet you're dynamite with the other wives in this neighborhood," said Janice, looking down at his rising cock bulge.

"I try to be. Do you want to find out for sure?"

"You bet I do," said the neglected wife, and she immediately fell to her knees before the man and began to unfasten his trousers. "Oh, hell, man! I can't wait!"