Mark Jacobs: The horniest family

"Oh, I guess I'm just tired," she said.

Dawn wasn't quite ready to start asking the questions that bothered her.

"I thought you might be, Dawn darling. Why don't you just call it a day and go upstairs to bed? You can watch your TV until eleven or so if you wish," Rena said.

"I'm not really tired, Mom, I'm just…" she said, still unable to say what was bothering her.

"You're what, Darling? Aren't you feeling well?" Rena asked, concern in her warm voice.

"No, no, I feel just great. I guess I am tired… sort of…" she replied.

"Then it's settled. Off to bed. Growing ladies need their beauty sleep, princess," Bill said.

There was a finality in her father's voice that told Dawn to consider her plans upset. She would have to wait until tomorrow to ask the many questions that danced in her mind. She also got the impression that her parents wanted to be alone for some reason. She kissed them good night and went upstairs to her room. Downstairs she was not missed.

As soon as Dawn left the room, Rena opened her robe and let her horny husband feast his eyes on her boobs. Her tits were a feast Bill never tired of. Rena recognized his passion for her tits and always made the most of it. She knew how he loved to hold her beautiful jugs in his strong hands and mold them, knead them, sending her into a frenzy to match his own.

Rent loved to be loved, to be desired, loved to use her perfectly proportioned body to excite her man. She loved to open herself to bun, loved to do all the things tat constantly reaffirmed her willingness to do anything and everything to keep him passionate and hot for her. She had always found it easy to keep Bill hot and horny.

Bill knew he had a prize in Rena. She had always been a prize, sought after by many men. And no wonder. She was built like the proverbial brick shithouse. As if great looks were not enough, she also had a more than amply supply of brains and an insatiable appetite for hot cock. Bill had to admit, women's lib notwithstanding, that it was her appetite for cock that had hooked him.

He knew that she had started using that beautiful body of hers. Her parents had been hill folk from Tennessee, people for whom free sex was a way of life. Bill had met her during his first year at Etherton College. Rena had won a scholarship and was studying physical education at Etherton. Physical education was hardly a subject she needed to study as far as Bill was concerned.

Bill would always remember the first time he saw her. She was standing on the front steps of the women's gym, wearing black tights. Bill decided then and there that he had to have her. Her body was one perfect curve with infinite variations repeated in her thighs, neck, ass and legs. He approached her cautiously, having discovered in his short time at Etherton that some of the sexiest Southern girls were as fragile as blown glass.

He was amazed to find her instantly attuned to his wavelength. She knew exactly what was on his mind and wasn't a bit adverse to it. After a brief and meaningless conversation, he asked her for a date. She gladly accepted. That very night he screwed the living daylights out of her. He kicked her in just about every position he knew at the time. She sucked his dick and let him eat her cunt out. In fact, there was nothing she wasn't willing and eager to do for him.

Bill kicked her regularly for several weeks. He found that no matter how regularly he kicked her, he never got enough of her luscious pussy. Every time he fucked her, she seemed fresh and new to him. He had to do something to claim this wild piece of ass far himself. He knew that she was constantly being bombarded by a barrage of tempting kick requests from the many campus studs who prowled the place like beasts of prey.

Bill felt sure that he could hold his own against the other stiff pricks at Etherton. Still there was the outside chance that some bastard might take her honey-cunt away from him. It occurred to him that the only way he could hold her would be through marriage. It was a difficult step for a confirmed young woman-chaser like Bill Anderson.

He loved everything about the many girls he had chased and he loved the chase itself. He enjoyed using the super-masculine image he had cultivated to work his way into a woman's heart and then into her cunt. And he loved to observe the games, postures, and deceits his girls used to trap him into marriage. So far he had resisted all attempts to tie his hands with the wedding knot.

Rena was something different. She never had to resort to fakery or tricks to lure men to her. Every man that saw her knew instinctively that they were seeing the real Rena Lamb Carey. They knew, too, that this girl had what it took to keep a man happy. It was this pure, clean, natural attractiveness that worried Bill most if she ever decided to take a man in marriage, she would be gone from the field in no time.

He eventually talked himself into taking the final step. He proposed while she was sucking his dick one night, a move he couldn't help chuckling about whenever the scene came back to him. To his surprise she laughed and told him that she would have to think it over. Her answer came as an ego-deflating shock to him, such a shock that he almost lost bin hard-on in her mouth. Never in his experience had he encountered a girl who had to think twice about marrying him. His girls usually went out of their way to trap him into marriage.

It was months before Rena finally agreed to marry him. Bill came to realize soon enough that those months were a test period during which she evaluated his sexual prowess before committing herself to him forever. He had to admit that the test was fair enough. During that time they had explored each other until each knew the other's body like his own.

All this had happened when Bill was nineteen and Rena was eighteen. Rena was thirty-nine now and very much a mature woman. But neither her delectable body nor her consuming lust for sex had deteriorated through the years. Bill was amazed to see how some of the girls he had known and fucked in his youth had allowed their bodies to fatten and grow ugly. Not his Rena.

If anything, she had improved with age. Her body was full and mature and even more sumptuous than ever. There was something softer, quieter, more mellow about her body now. Her style was more poised and self-assured. She was like a fine and rare wine fit for the most discriminating connoisseur. And yet she still retained the strength and vitality of youth.

It was this amazing and ultra-feminine woman who sat next to Bill on the seat now with her familiar yet always exciting tits exposed to him. Her luscious boobs were softly surrounded by the white fluffy feathers of her robe. A hint of tan remained on her skin from a recent trip she and Bill had made to the Bahamas. The light golden glow of the Caribbean sun still rested on her boobs, contrasting with the pure white of her robe.

Obviously in the mood for fucking and sure of her powerful effect upon her man, she untied the sash that held the downy robe around her. She crossed her soft golden legs, letting the downy robe fall open and settle around her. She was totally exposed to him now. Her delicious pussy nestled at the juncture of her crossed legs like a warm furry animal.

Eager to share the softness of her, Bill nestled his face in the warm, fragrant crevice between her boobs. The silken smoothness of her skin against his face made him appreciate once again the loving care with which Rena had always taken care of her body. Her tile were as silken and firm now as they had been when she was a girl of eighteen.

Rena knew exactly what to do to match Bill's every mood. In fact, she often created his moods herself. This particular evening she had applied a trace of musk oil to her tits, knowing how the exotic and sexy smell of it always excited him. He sniffed the peak of her tit and started gently nibbling on it.