Mark Jacobs - The horniest family

"Better not break it off, Marcy. That can hurt a guy," Doug laughed.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Doug. All you boys are alike!" she laughed back at him.

"See you at eight then," Doug said, slapping Marcy on the ass and breaking into a run to the parking lot.

"Watch out, Doug!" Rob Thomas yelled from his car. "She's a mink!"

"I can handle it, old buddy!" Doug shouted back.

He jumped into his Porsche, a gift from his wealthy Uncle Henry, and burned rubber all the way home. When he got there, he grabbed a quick snack and went up to his room to roll a few joints. He liked to roll them in advance to keep his hands free for better things. He kept the door locked while he rolled the weed. His parents, although extremely liberated about sex, were still a bit hesitant about the use of pot. Doug wished he could do something to persuade his parents to accept the weed as an aphrodisiac. He bated to see tern depriving themselves of the fun of getting high once in a while while they fucked. He knew that his parents loved sex as much as he did. He knew that they would make the weed a regular pert of their screwing if they ever once tried it.

Although he knew that nothing much would happen if he was caught with the stuff in the house, he was careful to hide it under the bed when he heard an unexpected knock on the door. He was relieved to find that it was only Chastity. He was a bit surprised to see her. She had often dropped in on him in his room after school to talk over their respective plans for the evening. Since their experience at Silver Lake, however, she hadn't done it as often. He knew why. In the past, these conversations had always turned to sex before long.

As soon a she was inside, she sat down on his bed and sniffed the air suspiciously. She wouldn't leave him alone until he had offered her some of his grass. She accepted the joints, saying she had an early date, and began to leave the room.

Then, seemingly as an afterthought, she stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"Wasn't that Marcy Palmer I saw you with after school? Is it true what I've been hearing lately about her sister?"

"Darlene? What about her?" Doug asked, intrigued by the mysterious tone of Chastity's voice.

"Oh, nothing really, big brother. I guess you'd know about it if there was any truth to the rumors I've been hearing. You know Marcy so well," she added slyly, closing the door behind her.

Doug couldn't help thinking about Chastity's cryptic comment later that evening as he drove through the countryside to Marcy's house. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't really anything to know about Marcy's sister Darlene.

By the time he had reached Marcy's house, he had forgotten all about Darlene and was burning to get his mouth on wild Marcy's hot cunt. He stood at the door for several minutes, leaning on the bell and then knocking loudly when he decided that the bell couldn't be working. It occurred to him that it was the first time he had been invited to spend the night at Marcy's house. All the other times he had fucked her in his car, at the Pine Creek Motel, at his house when they had the place to themselves, or even in the grass at Miller's Woods. No matter where she balled she always made it a fuck to remember.

He ducked again. Still he waited. Finally, something made him look up. For just a second he could have sworn that he saw two figures silhouetted against the drawn shade of an upstairs window. Then the light went on abruptly.

After a while the light in the living room went on and the door finally opened. Marcy's face lighted up when she saw Doug standing there with a big grin on his face. He held up the bottle of cold wine he had brought with him. Marcy took it and led him by the arm into the living room, telling him to sit down on the old sofa while she got some glasses.

The sofa was situated in front of a large fireplace in which a crackling fire raged. After standing outside, where a light snow was falling, Doug welcomed the warmth. When Marcy returned, they made small talk for a while, passing over the meaningless preliminaries in a hurry. They both knew why he was there. It wasn't long before Doug had lighted up a joint. He took a hit and passed the glowing take to Marcy. She breathed deeply, inhaling the pungent smoke deep into her lungs, her body seeming to relax more and more with each breath.

They passed the joint back and forth, being careful to inhale plenty of air with the acrid smoke to increase the weed's effectiveness.

After smoking two or three more reefers and drinking a little wine, they were sensitive to the slightest sensation and ready for some serious fucking around. The marijuana had amplified their burning sexual sensations so greatly that their bodies were supersaturated with desire.

Sensing that the time was right, Doug let his hand drop to Marcy's knee. He smoothed his hand, which felt alive with electricity, against the tie-dyed silk of Marcy's pajamas. She responded by swinging her leg over his and pressing it heavily between his legs. Doug felt the warmth other leg spreading up his leg and over his crotch.

Marcy, too, kit the warmth of Doug's body spreading over her and burning into her body. Her cunt was alive with electrical excitement. She placed her hand on his knee and squeezed. He pressed closer to her warm perfumed body, squeezing a resilient tit with one hand and reaching behind her with the other to toy with the buttons of her pajama top. He unfastened the buttons quickly, deftly. He was eager to remove the silk of her garment and touch the finer silk of her skin.

When he had finished unbuttoning her top, he reached behind her with both hands and opened it, baring the nape of her neck and her delicate shoulders. Doug was always amazed by the perfection of Marcy's shoulders. Her skin was suffused everywhere with a deep pink glow that seemed to soften hex to the touch. Her delicate body seemed inconsistent with her lewd manner and the wildness of her abandoned fucking. That very inconsistency served to heighten her sexuality and excite him still further. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, letting the silk garment slide over them and fall around her waist. She was naked to the waist now, her firm boobs exposed and begging to be fondled.

Doug needed no begging. Her tits were touched by the same pink glow that made her shoulders so tempting. Her nipples, already hard and pointed, drew him like a magnet, and he rubbed them with his thumbs. Marcy could feel a sexy tingle deep inside her cunt with each touch of his thumbs, on her tits.

Wanting to get naked as quickly as possible, Doug began to unbutton his shirt. Marcy reached over to help him. When she had opened his shirt, she slipped her hand inside, rubbing his smooth, muscular chest. She helped him remove his shirt and threw it over the back of the sofa, then bent down and planted wet kisses all over Doug's naked chest and stomach, squeezing his hard-muscled arms while she did so.

Doug knew that the horny bitch wanted to get his pants off right away and start sucking his dick. Where cock sucking was concerned, Marcy was as aggressive as they came. All he had to do was sit back and let her use her expertise to drive him craw.

Marcy smiled at Doug and licked her glistening wet lips, waiting eagerly while he leaned back in the soft sofa, stretching his long heavy legs and spreading them to make her work easier for her. Then she got on her knees between his legs and unfastened his belt. She tugged down his zipper and spread open his tight Levi's, her eyes glued on his rock-hard rod which stuck several inches down his leg. When she reached into his pants and tried to pull his dick out, he had to raise himself off the sofa and push his pants down in order to help Marcy release his jerking cock from its confinement in his jeans.

The hot bitch beamed with excitement and wicked joy when the stiff dong jerked out of Doug's pants and bounced up in front of her lovely face. She buried her face in the heavy mat of curly black hair between his widespread legs, inhaling the masculine scent of his crotch. Then she took his cock in her hand and pumped it a few times until it started to ooze preseminal fluid. She flicked her tongue over the head of his dick, tasting the salty fluid eagerly. Then she surprised Doug by letting his rod go and standing up. He thought that she was going to step out of her pajamas and get more comfortable. Much to his amazement, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and gabbed a handful of the joints that were on the coffee table. She picked up a pack of matches and started to leave the room.