Mark Jacobs: The horniest family

"And where have you two been? I've been hunting all over for you. Aren't you going for a swim with the rest of us?" Rena asked with a trace of something sly in her tone.

"Uh… yeah. Uh… Chastity was just showin' me her favorite… uh… retreat," Doug stumbled. "Nice place to… uh… relax."

"You don't seem very relaxed to me, Doug. In fact you seem a bit nervous. You, too, Chastity," Rena said, still with an odd tone in her voice that neither Doug nor Chastity could quite pin down although they both noticed it.

"I feel just fine, Mother! Really I do! Don't you feel just fine, too, Doug?" Chastity replied, staring at her mother's ear in an effort to avoid her glittering eyes.

"Sure! Sure!" Doug said huskily, looking down at his feet.

Doug felt as stupid as hell standing there pretending that nothing had passed between Chastity and him. He also felt embarrassed about having to face his mother with the half-stiff remains of a hard-on her own daughter had raised on him. He felt naked. He had to say or do something to break the tension that as oppressive at the moment.

"Last one in's a rotten turnip!" he shouted, feeling even more ridiculous than before.

He was at least successful in giving everyone a chance to get out of the embarrassing situation. At the moment he didn't give a damn about swimming and he knew that it was glaringly obvious. He hoped his mother hadn't noticed his swollen cock.

Rena turned abruptly and started running down the path to the lake. Doug looked at Chastity with the expectation of seeing in her eyes some profound explanation of what had just happened between them. He found none. She merely looked down, shook her head and looked a bit bewildered. They ran side by side, avoiding each other's eyes and feeling suddenly very far apart.

They had managed to talk the problem over that very evening, sitting on the end of the old pier. It had been uncomfortable talking about what had happened so soon after the fact. As Doug thought about the conversation, as he often did, he realized that nothing had been resolved. They had promised never to allow themselves to feel ashamed of what they had done, or almost done. They had also promised not to let it happen again, not because they thought it was wrong but because the results of such a relationship could prove inconvenient for everyone concerned. They both realized, although neither said so, that promises made by moonlight are easily broken.

Doug's reverie was shattered by the classroom buzzer. He was glad it was the last period of the day. He wasn't too happy about having to parade around the halls with such a boner, though. His dick had been hard for so long that his jeans were wet where his cock had been oozing pre-cum. He swallowed hard and got up, trying to avoid the eyes of the numerous chicks who caught an eyeful of his hard-on. It wasn't so much the hard-on that bothered him as it was the fact that his sister had raised it. Somehow he felt that everyone present knew. Eventually, though, he realized how silly that thought really was and began enjoying the quick glances he was getting from the admixing chicks.

Chastity walked down the hall arm in arm with Rick Davisson, who had latched onto her as soon as she had left her seat. Doug watched her pretty ass perform its carefully cultivated wiggle as she walked down the hall in front of him. He couldn't help envying Rick, who would probably be shoving his rod into her cunt later that very night. Doug needed a little relief.

His relief happened to be standing in the doorway of the home economics room in the person of Miss Marcy Palmer. Marcy was Doug's favorite cocksucker. His dick had been itching for a good blow job today. He knew that if Marcy did the job, it would be a job well done. She was known as Alton's most expert cocksucker. She could bring a guy off in a minute or hold him on the edge of his seat for an hour if she wished. She had earned her reputation by using her eager mouth on just about every dick in the senior class; at least it seemed that way from the bragging Doug heard. As far as Doug was concerned, Marcy's easiness didn't make her a prize to brag about. But she was accomplished at her favorite pastime and a perfectly good fuck in a pinch. Doug was in a pinch. He hadn't lined up anything in the way of a good fuck for that night. He had intended to play some pool with the guys, until Chastity had brought up something more urgent with her inadvertent but effective teasing. He hoped Marcy hadn't already been spoken for that night. She kept herself pretty busy.

Marcy was standing in the doorway casting sidelong glances here and there, hoping to catch a prospective fucker in her net. Her eyes met Doug's and she knew she had found just what she needed, although it was a toss-up to who had done the catching. She smiled at him in mock shyness, batting her fake eyelashes coyly while sizing up his crotch.

Doug was no stranger to Marcy. She had sucked him off a hundred times since she had started eating dick. She knew perfectly well what he had under his zipper and what it could do for her. Just the thought of having that hard cock in her mouth made a tingling sensation surge inside her horny young cunt.

Doug loved to eat pussy, and one of the things he loved about Marcy was her eagerness to have her cunt lapped. In fact she was never fully satisfied with a fuck experience until she had had a tongue working up her cunt. Doug's dick drooled at the thought of burying his face between her long slender legs and nibbling on her sensitive little clit.

With thoughts of her hot cunt in mind, he sauntered over to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"How's my favorite girl today?" Doug whispered.

"I'm just fine and dandy, Doug darling," she breathed.

Marcy put her hand on his cheek and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Bet I could make you feel a hell of a lot better," Doug drawled in his best stud voice.

"I know you could, baby," she sighed, kissing him lightly again.

"C'mon, babe, you can do better than that," Doug urged.

"But everyone is watching."

With that, she wrapped her arm lightly around Doug's waist. He reached out and gave her a playful pat on the ass. His hand lingered on her ass longer than necessary. She reached behind her with a little shriek and brushed his hand away. Her shrill cry attracted quite an audience. All eyes were on the pair as they walked down the hall, he with art obvious bulge in his pants and she with a wicked lusty look on her devilish face.

"'Bout eight?" Doug asked as they stood on the steps outside. "We can perk or visit the old Pine Creek Motel. Don't have the house to ourselves tonight, damn it!"

"How about my place for a change? Mom and Dad are out of town for a few days," Marcy suggested.

"Sounds good," Doug replied. "How 'bout Darlene? Sisters can be a big pain in the ass. Can you get rid of her?"

"Oh, Doug darling, don't worry about her. Just show up at eight. Do you have any grass?" Marcy whispered.

"Shit, yeah. I got some grass that's guaranteed to turn you on all the way. Al Benson bought a brick for me from some cat in Chicago. I'll bring some wine, too, if I can get my hands on a bottle. How's that sound?" he asked, knowing how Marcy liked to get high when she balled.

"Outa sight. We'll have a little wrecking party just for the two of us," she said.

Marcy suddenly laughed wickedly for some reason.

"Need a ride home?" Doug asked, hoping to grab a quick feel on the way to her house.

"No, not really, Doug," she said. "Sammy Kenner's picking me up as soon as he gets off work. I sort of promised I'd go out with him tonight. I'll break it off on the way home. He's pretty good, Doug, but you're a lot better," she said, looking down at Doug's stiff cock.