Mark Jacobs: The horniest family

"Why don't you jack yourself off for a while, Doug? Be be right back," she called over her shoulder.

"Where the hell are you goin'?" he shouted after her as she disappeared around the corner.

Marcy merely giggled. Doug had no idea what she was up to. He took her advice and held his dick in his hand, squeezing it hard and giving his cockshaft a few pumps while he waited for her to return and get an with the cock sucking.

Marcy returned after what Doug thought was a long absence. He noticed that the joints were gone from her hand. He was somewhat curious about her abrupt departure but was too turned on to bother asking her about it.

Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, Marcy stood before him and loosened the sash belt that held up her pajamas. Slowly, temptingly, she let her garment open and slide down over her creamy thighs, exposing her furry cunt.

Marcy kicked her pajamas away and bent backward, thrusting her cunt out toward Doug. She reached down with both hands and spread open the lips of her dripping twat, lewdly displaying the wet, pink meat of her horny cunt. Doug stared at the crimson flesh of her hot box, hardly able to keep himself from reaching out to grab a handful of her lewdly displayed cunt. When she felt that she had let him have a good long look, Marcy straightened up and knelt down between his lop once more. Doug was still holding his hard glistening boner in his fist, pumping it slowly.

Marcy bent down and kissed the head of his dick, which was sucking up through his fist, his hand wet with the pre-cum that had seeped slowly from his dickhead.

"I see you didn't get any softer while I was away," Marcy breathed.

"You know me better than that," he replied, removing his fist from his slippery rod and dropping his hands to his sides.

"Would you like me to suck your big old dick?" she whispered lasciviously.

"You know it, baby! Suck that mother!" Doug said, breathing faster in expectation of the mind-bending sucking soon to come.

"It's so big and hard, so hot and salty!" she sighed. "I don't know if I can get it all in my poor mouth!"

"Do it, baby! Suck my cock!" Doug gasped.

"Don't you wonder where I went with those joints, Doug baby?" she asked, looking up at him with a dirty smile on her face and a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Who gives a fuck?" he groaned. "Just get that thing in your fuckin' mouth and suck on it!"

"I'll try," she said.

Marcy grasped the column of hard cock flesh in her delicate hand and directed its head toward her pursing lips. She kissed the slit in his blood-filled cockhead, tickling the underside of the knob with her wet tongue. She laved the rosy prickhead all over, running her tongue under and around it. Then she fastened her lips on the thick root of his rod, sucking up and down its entire length. At the same time she was manipulating his balls with her practiced hand, rolling tern around inside their wrinkled sac. She engulfed the pulsating head of his pole with her mouth and began sucking hard, at the same time tickling it with her loving tongue.

Doug didn't have a thought in his head at that point. He abandoned himself to her completely. He felt like squirting his load into her mouth already, although she had only been sucking his dick for a minute or two. It was an uphill battle to hold back the jism bubbling in his excited balls.

Marcy started jacking him off while she sucked his prick. Her fist had plenty of room to pound up and down his long fuck-stick. He felt her hand slamming down against his balls, making them bounce with each downward motion of her fist. Although he tried hard, Doug couldn't keep the charge from building up deep within his quaking nuts. He knew that he would come soon unless she slowed her frenzied sucking and pounding on his dick.

Suddenly Doug's legs stiffened. He felt the beginnings of an explosion building up in his balls. Marcy, expert cocksucker that she was, recognized the signs of an impending orgasm and moved to delay it. She pulled her mouth off his dick with a loud pop, holding his twitching tool in front of her face and giggling.

"What's the matter boy, can't you take it?" she asked.

"Nope," Doug replied. "I'm 'bout ready to shoot if you don't slow down some."

"Not so soon, Doug darling," she said. "We'll let you calm down a bit," she added, releasing her grip on his prick.

"Why don't you sit up here slid let me eat your cunt for a while?" Doug suggested. "You've got the best-tasting pussy in town," he drawled, "That sounds like fun, darling," Marcy said, obviously pleased with his praise of her cunt.

Doug stood up, his towering dong jutting out in front of him. He helped Marcy to her feet. When she stood up, he reached down in front of her and put his hand between her legs, clamping his hand over her cunt, right where she wanted his hand to stay.

He insinuated his middle finger between the wet, rubbery folds of her cuntlips. At the same time he rubbed his thumb over the hard finger of her swollen clit. He wiggled his finger up and down in her steaming cunt, sending waves of electrical fire up into her belly. With his free hand he kneaded a boob, biting her nipple gently as he did so. He pushed her firmly but gently toward the sofa, his cock sticking up against her lovely belly.

Marcy fell down on the sofa and sat there comfortably splayed out, her legs spread wide. She opened the lips of her twat with her fingers and pinched her stiff clitoris while he took his cunt-lapping position between her legs. Her cunt was dripping wet, he noticed as he buried his head between her parted legs, playing with his tongue in the hair of her pussy. He moved his tongue down to the lips of her proffered slit, licking all around her cunt mound with the delicacy of an expert twat-taster.

Marcy began to writhe with pleasure, sometimes raising herself up off the sofa and thrusting her hot cunt into Doug's face. He licked the ragged edges of her twatlips, turned on wildly by the sensuous feminine fragrance of her steaming box. He sniffed the heady aroma of her cunt, inhaling it deep into his lungs just as he had the marijuana. The effect was much the same. Then he thrust his nose deep within her cunt, feeling Marcy writhe with the excitement of having her young fucker's handsome head between her legs.

He began to suck the swollen bud of her clit. Each time her sensitive little clitoris left his sucking mouth, she quaked with thrilling sexual agony. She squeezed her legs together, holding his face against her box as if she couldn't bear the thought of his mouth leaving her pussy. As far as Doug as concerned, he could have been trapped in worse places.

He forced his busy tongue deep into her tingling hole, wiggling his tongue against the walls of her drooling cunt. He reached down between his own legs and pumped his cock a few times while he sucked and tongued her steaming snatch. Then he brought his hand, now wet with his own lubricating juice, to her cunt and started finger-fucking her gushing hole. After he had frigged her twat for a few seconds, he inserted another finger and then another and another until his whole hand was stuffed inside her horny hole. He twisted his hand inside her snatch until she could feel his knuckles twisting against the walls of her cunt. Her hole was stretched until it hurt, but Marcy was so horny she wanted to take his whole arm into her throbbing box.

Doug looked up at her, his hand still buried inside her cunt, and watched in fascination as she began to rock back and forth against his hand in a frenzied fucking motion. Her eyes were on fire with lust and her pretty face was twisted in a lewd look of wild depravity. It was just the way Doug liked to see her. Watching her writhing in the heat of mad lust was enough to make him appreciate her for the fuck-heat she inspired in him.