Every in morning at eight-thirty exactly, Anne Hawkins watched him leaving for school. She peered from her living room window, her eyes devouring his broad shoulders and slim waist. And always her burning gaze lingered on the thick bulge of his crotch, massive in his tight pants. When he turned the corner and disappeared, the lushly curved brunette let out a deep sigh, hugged her robe tighter round her plump breasts, and desperately fought the urge to masturbate.
A year, a whole long tormenting year since she'd felt a hot thrilling cock driving deep into her aching pussy! And powerfully throbbing in her wet, eager mouth. And ramming savagely into her tingling asshole.
Upstairs, Anne started drawing a hot bath and slipped out of her robe. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs as she critically examined her naked body in the full-length mirror. The sight of her own ripe hot tits and velvety skin, her sleek thighs framing her silky cunt-hairs almost always triggered a wild fingerfucking session. Her hips would jerk with increasing fervor as she dipped two fingers lewdly in and out of her juice-soaked cunt and her entire glowing nakedness would tremble from head to toe.
Until that delicious moment of explosive coming, when her burning juices were flowing and gushing onto her savagely fucking fingers. But it wasn't working any more. She needed the real thing, a live hot prick tearing relentlessly into her narrow slit, until she could faint with sheer ecstasy.
Her fingers dipped down to her glistening pussy-hairs and hesitated. How could anyone so voluptuous, so damned sexy be so deprived?
With a long, shaking sigh, the tall brunette slipped into the steaming hot-water and began soaping her lush tits. There would be no obscenely thrilling fingerfucking on this beautiful summer morning. Not as long as there was a handsome was hung like a bull in heat. She couldn't deny boy living across the street who what she had in mind was dangerous, especially in a small town like Rockville.
But if she didn't have an honest-to-God orgy of lewd sucking and fucking soon, she felt as if she'd lose her mind. She'd lived in Rockville a year now, the town's prim and quietly respectable music teacher. The nakedly curved brunette smiled when she remembered seeing the welcome sign as she drove into town.
And on a sheer impulse, she'd stopped, rented a small house and set herself up in business as the local music teacher. Piano and guitar, mostly, with most of her students, healthy teenagers of both sexes. Only now, after a year of aching, restless torment, she realized there was more artistry and music in a feverish blowjob and strenuous fucking session than all the piano concertos in the world.
At four-thirty this afternoon, the anxious divorcee had a lesson scheduled for Jack, the handsome boy who lived across the street, the hung darling she'd secretly dreamed about for months now. He was actually a lousy guitar player, but that wasn't the sort of lesson she had in mind. If she didn't lose her nerve, she'd show him some real music in the form of her sultry hot mouth and fiercely throbbing cunt.
The lush brunette raised one long, silken leg along the rim of the bathtub and lovingly stroked her smooth inner thigh. The big problem wasn't Jack, who was just a healthy, clean-cut kid with one of the biggest crotches she'd ever seen. It was his father. Good-looking bastard, but one of those stem, moralistic types who went punctually to church every Sunday, gazing down at everyone else with cold, superior eyes. Probably screwed his beautiful wife once a week for ten minutes exactly, before rolling over and snoring.
If he ever found out the thirty-one year old divorcee seduced his wholesome young son with one of the hungriest blowjobs and torrid fucking sessions imaginable, he'd, have her tarred, and feathered. And as the town's most prominent citizen, he'd probably have her thrown in jail to boot.
Anne tightened her lips with determination. Maybe jail couldn't be any worse than a padded cell. Because this afternoon she was going to have the wildest, most furious sucking and fucking orgy of her life with that gorgeous hunk of boy-man, or lose her sanity anyway.
To hell with the risk! She was so frantically horny by now, even some of female students were beginning to look luscious and irresistible.
It was the young, wholesome ones she craved fiercely now, those sweet faces and smooth-skinned bodies, those juicy rock-hard pricks that pounded with innocence and curiosity.
Beginning today, it was all or nothing, Anne told herself. She was so hot, most of the time, her cunt constantly felt like a mass of soaked, throbbing fire. Even the soap-suds on her naked flesh felt like sticky, tingling come. She'd give Jack the most unforgettable sex of his life. Raw, naked, thrilling sex that would leave him dazed with pleasure. In her mind's eye, the passionate brunette began licking his big balls for a start, teasing ever closer to his long hot prick…
And to hell with his cold-eyed father, too!
In the office of his new Ford agency, one of the most prosperous businesses in the small town, Mark Jensen went over the latest purchase-orders with a self-satisfied smile. He had every reason to be satisfied, except one, something he didn't want to think about right now.
He had a beautiful wife who never nagged or complained, two lovely children, Jack, and Marsha, a fast-growing business; a reputation in town as a leader; hundreds of friends. He had, in fact, everything. He even had something he desperately needed that could destroy everything he'd built up over the years if the town ever found out about it. Something that could cost him twenty years in prison.
Mark glanced at his watch. Just after three, and as if linked to his watch, his long prick began to pound hotly in his pants. She was due any minute now.
The distinguished, thirty-eight year old civic leader lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. The whole Goddamned mess began six months ago, when he'd punished his daughter, Marsha, for some trivial incident. But the delicious feel of her hot, plump young ass quivering beneath his fingers sparked a deep, violent urge in his loins. Beneath the thin material of her skirt and panties, her luscious ass triggered a molten climax in his pants. He'd come again and again, breathing heavily, his lust filled by her helpless sobs. He'd finally let her go, but by then it was too late. He was hooked, addicted to the feel of silky young ass, and from that moment on he spent almost all his time fantasizing, daydreaming, unable to resist a constant massive hard-on.
The girl entered his private office now, without even knocking, and Mark sucked in his breath. Her eyes shone with worship and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. But it was her deliciously curved young body that held his attention. High, delicately-rounded tits above a narrow waist, plump thighs and perfectly smooth calves. And above all that juicy innocence, the face of an angel framed by long golden hair.
It was his next-door neighbor's daughter, Julie, who was also Marsha's best friend.
"Hi, Mr. Jensen," she said brightly. Her voice was laud enough for any of the salesmen on the floor to overhear: "Could you give me a lift home if you're leaving now?"
"As a matter of fact, I was leaving early today," Mark said, reaching for his briefcase. Was this idiotic, rehearsed conversation really fooling anyone, ho wondered nervously? It didn't matter, he realized. A squad of police cars couldn't stop him from what was going to happen in the next hour.
Grabbing his briefcase, he gave a few last-minute instructions to his salesmen and went out to his new Ford, followed by Julie. They got in, and a minute later be was heading out of town.
"I missed you something awful," Julie gushed. "Golly, Mark, I almost went crazy today frying not to call you up. I wrote you a long letter last night too."
"You didn't mail it, for Christ's sake!" he exploded. "Didn't I warn you about being super careful, Julie?"
"No, I won't mail it," she promised fervently. "I just had to put my crazy feelings into words."
They were on the two-lane road leading up to his cabin now. Twenty minutes from town, the Jensen family had a small cabin on a lake, where they usually spent weekends in summer, fishing and barbecuing. Once they were alone on the road, Mark slid his hand up beneath her skirt and fingered her drenched little cunt-hairs, his prick beginning to pound furiously.
"Oh, I'm getting hot!" Julie moaned, grabbing his massive cock through his pants. For a minute, he thought her soft stroking fingers would make him come on the spot.
With a violent effort of will, Mark put all thoughts of danger out of his mind. The risk was so insane, he knew he'd better enjoy every lustful moment while he had the chance.
Once they were inside the cabin, the blonde adolescent hugged him fiercely, crushing her small hot tits to his chest and undulating her warm pussy eagerly to his hard crotch. This was the fourth time he and Julie were alone, but each time was wilder, more exciting than the last. By now, he'd trained his neighbor's daughter to give him what he wanted. But first she always frenched him, snaking her hot pink tongue deep in his mouth, moaning with happiness and love.
"That's enough," Mark said hoarsely. "Stand now."
Eagerly, the girl dropped to her knees and slowly unzipped his fly. Whimpering with excitement, Julie seized his hot, pulsating rod and slipped it out of his pants, gazing at it with awe. Mark moaned, clutching her blonde head firmly in his hands as she flicked her wet tongue against the giant knob rapidly for a few seconds. Then she clutched as much of his burning meat as she could into her warm mouth and began to stoke her lips back and forth on it, moaning with hunger. "Oh, Julie, oh baby, that's – unnnnf! – that's… honey! Yes, yes, suck it, angel…"
Slowly, he began to jerk his hips in time to her hotly sucking mouth, as tingles of lewd pleasure raced along his long cock. God, she was a fantastically exciting little cocksucker! The first few times, he'd always pretended it was his own daughter, Marsha, giving him such a deliciously obscene blowjob. That made it even more lustful and forbidden, but by now Mark didn't have to use his imagination. The madly sucking young blonde was doing everything possible to please him, running her tongue-tip along the surging length of his fleshy rod, then swirling her tongue around his crimson knob in lewd circles, moaning deeply all the while.
"Ah, Julie -mmmmm! – you'll make me come, angel – ooooo, shit, suck it, suck it! Christ that's good! Unnnf!"
Mark had never decided which was more exciting – Julie's frantically sucking hot mouth or her tight, wildly juicy cunt. At this moment, he had to choose her greedy lips and tongue, because she was frying to drain his molten come out of him with furious lust.
The tender young blonde had last her virginity to Mark Jensen just two weeks before, but it was impossible for her to think of anything else since. The tint time she'd humbly obeyed his demands and let him come in her mouth, she'd almost choked on the thick, salty flood of come. But now she loved it, wallowed in the pungent, fiery cum with sheer love as it stung her throat and gushed down her eagerly gulping throat. She worshipped the burning, rock-hard prick savagely pumping in and out of her mouth like a battering ram.
There were times when it was all the fifteen-year old could do to keep from telling someone – almost anyone – about her thrilling affair with the handsomest man in town. In fact, there were moments when she'd, almost blurted out all the obscene details to her best friend, Marsha. I'm madly in love with your father! Julie yearned to cry out, I almost die with happiness when I go down on him!
But even in her wild infatuation, the worshipping blonde sensed the total disaster that could happen with such a risky confession. Especially in a town like Rockville, where everyone knew practically everyone else.
"My – wow! – My beautiful little cocksucker!" gasped Mark, watching her pink mouth whip back and forth in a frenzy on his bursting prick.
"Coming, shit – commmmming! Juue, eat it, suck it, honey! Unnnnnngh!"
He felt his rocks explode in a fury of excitement, spattering in great gushes in her wildly sucking mouth. For a solid minute, he continued fucking her in her juicy mouth, the knowledge that they were both still fully dressed adding to his obscene pleasure. Even after his long cock went limp, Julie sucked and whimpered for more of his hot juices, milking the thick trunk of his meat in her tight fist.
Then, with a long happy sigh, the little blonde stood up and hugged him. "Ooooh, your come is so good, Mark! I wish I had a gallon of it to take home with me, so I could sip it all night long with a straw!"
The violent urgency Mark always felt whenever he saw Julie had subsided now after his fist explosive climax. Madness, he thought, as she hugged him adoringly, grinding her hot pussy to his dangling rod. I could get twenty years for this, lose everything, and I can't stop!
"Can we suck and fuck for a whole hour now?" Julie whispered fervently. "Can we, Mark?"
For a minute he was shocked, until he reminded himself he'd taught her the words, knowing they'd excite her, the way they aroused himself mate bizarre obscene way. In public, Mark Jensen was the smooth, suave epitome of the classic successful businessman. With this girl every depraved fantasy he'd ever secretly imagined was being realized with vivid, obscene joy.
"Which would you rather have first?" he said huskily in her ear, squeezing her asscheeks. "Want me to eat your hot little pussy or spank you?" Julie tingled from head to toe. She loved them both, because a spanking meant not only tingling pain-pleasure when he began lewdly fingerfucking her, but when he ate her trembling cunt, she could faint with pure joy.
"Spank me!" Julie begged. "And then eat me!" Quickly, they both began to strip. The moment Julie was naked, Mark's long prick bristled with power again, quivering with impatience. She would be a knockout in a few more years, once her soft tits filled their lush promise and her plump, tawny thighs became sleek. Her golden cunt-hairs shone with her eager juices. Her lusciously rounded ass-cheeks made his stiff meat ache with excitement. He'd yet to pierce her tiny brown asshole, but that lustful joy was only minutes away.
At that moment, Mark Jensen decided he was either very, very lucky or very, very stupid. Only time would tell.
Julie's eyes gleamed on his trim naked body. In spite of his age, Mark's nakedness was lean and trim, with a hairy chest and flat stomach. Beneath his crimson shaft, his balls dangled hugely, fuzzy and swollen.
Mark sat on the edge of the bunk-bed, and Julie quickly hunched on his lap, her soft belly and hot tits on his outspread thighs. She quivered from head to toe with fear and lust. First, the pain, then the tingling, thrilling pleasure. "Spank me," she whimpered. "Hurt me, Mark. I love it when you hit my ass so hard and then… Mmmmmm -ouch!"
Gripping the outer rim of one silky plump ass-cheek in his hand, he brought his other hand down in a vicious stinging slap. Instantly, his prick leaped at the feel of the hot velvety flesh. He begun spanking her harder, digging his fingers into the succulent ass-flesh, recalling the lewd feel of his own daughter's hotly quivering cheeks. Julie began sobbing softly, firing his excitement to an intense pith.
"Masturbate me!" Julie cried, her nakedness trembling madly. "Ooooo, fingerfuck me, Mark, please!"
He slid a finger into her tight, juicy cunt and began stroking it in and out rapidly. The little blonde shuddered fiercely and began to jerk on his fucking finger, while his other hand continued to whip her lush ass-cheeks, turning them into an exciting bright crimson.
"Oh God, I'm hot!" Julie walled, swinging her hips furiously as he masturbated and spanked her at the same time. "Ooooo, Mark, do it harder, faster! Aaaaaaagh! It hurts!"
"Gooooood! I love it, I love you!"
His rod tingling madly, Mark slid a second finger into her narrow hot pussy, and now the blonde was jerking in a frantic spasm of pleasure on his fingers. Her tight cunt was already gorged, and even the pain of the spanking was sheer heaven!
"Cummmmming!" Julie screamed in a low moan, whipping her burning young ass up and down furiously. She clawed her sharp nails across his flanks in a fever of wild abandon. Sheets of fire raced through her drenched cunt, out to her blazing ass-cheeks, while she issued low screams of ecstasy, as Mark fingerfucked her savagely in brutal strokes.
"Marsha," he whispered hoarsely, reaching down to sink his teeth into her silky hot ass. If only it was his own luscious daughter! Christ, he loved her hot little cunt! All the years of watching and daydreaming and waiting, and now this passion crazed angel, shuddering and swinging her juicy ass with pure naked lust!
His fingers were soaked with her steaming cunt-juices now, and her lust maddened moans echoed throughout the small cabin. Finally, he withdrew his fingers, and the blonde twitched her glowing ass urgently, wanting more.
He pushed her out gently, and lay back on the bed, reaching for a cigarette. His long rod bristled urgently, but he wanted to draw the session out, savor every depraved moment of it. With the risks he was taking, there was a heavy premonition in the air that warned him to squeeze every ounce of lewd pleasure out of her plump, silken nakedness as possible. "I wish we could run away," Julie whispered, grabbing his hard seat in her loving fingers. "We could do this all the time, Mark. Nobody would ever know. They'd think I was your daughter."
"Stop talking that crap!" he said harshly. "I've got a family, for Christ's sake. A business. Do you realize what could happen if this ever came out?"
"I know, I know," she said quickly. She'd been warned a dozen times. But how could any of the dumb boys her own age, or oven older, satisfy her after a real man like Mark? Funny, thought Julie, he's afraid of my parents finding out, but did he even faintly suspect something was going on between his own wife and her father?
Something was going on, Julie knew. One day a few weeks ago she'd gotten out of school and came home early. Her father's car was in the driveway, meaning he'd left work early. Julie's mother worked too, so when she came into the house and heard soft screams upstairs, Julie hesitated down stairs, confused. Then her father came down stairs wearing his robe, and told her to leave and not come back for an hour. It was neither an explanation nor a request. No one ever questioned or argued with Julie's father. He was a giant of a man, harsh and crude. Julie never liked him, and often daydreamed that Mark was her father, so handsome and polite. Since the two families were next-door neighbors, they got along fairly well, although Mark didn't like her father, either, Julie knew. Hardly anyone liked her father.
Obediently, Julie disappeared for an hour, going to a girlfriends house. But as she was coming to her house, she saw Mark's wife leaving. That didn't prove anything, though. Except for the funny look an her face: furtive, kind of, sort of guilty and rushed. But what would a beautiful, intelligent woman like Sheila Jensen be doing having an affair with a slob like her own father, Julie wondered? Especially with a handsome, sexy husband like, Mark.
None of it made sense. Besides, the only thing madly, totally in love with Mark Jensen, even if he that mattered to Julie was the fact that he was old enough to be her father. Even the way he'd taken her cherry, only a few weeks ago, was so sweet and romantic, a memory the blonde lingered over, day in and day, out.
Julie had run over next-door to Mark's house one night when she'd had a violent argument with her father. Actually, the blonde was looking for Marsha, to spill out her troubles. But no one was home, except Mark. They'd all gone to the movies, except for Mark, who was going over some books. Unable to hold back her tears, Julie blurted out that her father was a terrible, crude man, a tyrant and she wanted to run away from home.
Sympathetically, Mark listened to her and then held her and comforted her, as though she were his own daughter. He told her why it was wrong to run away from home, but while he lectured her in a soft voice, holding her on his lap, something strange happened. He began stroking her soothingly, rubbing her arms and then her legs, talking all the while in the softest, warmest voice.
And Julie, without knowing why, began to squirm excitedly on his lap. He was so warm and comforting, and her father had never shown her any affection. After that, everything was a blur. Julie was suddenly hugging him, and crying and kissing him, and she could actually feel his immense prick straining at his pants like a hot coiled spring of sexy power.
One thing led to another, and then Mark was gently rubbing her hot crotch, and a minute later he'd begun to fingerfuck her in slow, dreamy strokes. And a few minutes after that, he was eating her pussy, triggering the wildest thrills she'd ever wen begun to imagine. And then they were in bed, Mark dreamily fucking her – it only hurt for a few minutes, because of his enormous prick – and then it was the most wonderful, wildest experience in the world. And now the girl felt faint just looking at him, remembering that fantastic night she'd awakened to sex.
And now, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Each time Julie even thought about him, her hot little cunt began seeping with excitement and she trembled like a leaf.
Now the blonde cuddled closer to him on the bunk-bed and moaned with rising excitement. She continually fondled and caressed his long, thrilling prick, wanting urgently for him to eat her pussy, but wanting even more to please him. It was ironic that everyone thought he was such a cold, distant character when he was actually a terrifically exciting lover.
Whatever temptation the luscious adolescent might have about telling him what she suspected about Mark's wife and her own father, Julie immediately put out of her mind. He was nervous enough about things as they stood.
"I'd do anything in the world for you," Julie whispered passionately, crouching down to kiss his long rod of flesh with reverence. It quivered powerfully in her fingers and she moaned lewdly. "Anything. I'll even – even get you other girls if you want. Honest."
Jesus, Mark thought with disgust, all I need are two or three more problems like Julie! Enjoy yourself, he remembered. It's later than you think.
"Just keep kissing my cock and swing your gorgeous little ass over here," he told her.
Happily, Julie swung her crouched naked body around in reverse, so that her golden-haired cunt hovered over his waiting mouth. She began sucking on his thick hot cock once more, while he clutched her soft hips in his fingers and brought her pink wet pussy down to his mouth. Then the distinguished businessman commenced sucking off the girls delicious hot cunt with feverish abandon. Jesus, she was delicious! All honey and fire, her pussy-juices gushing into his mouth like the sweetest nectar. Leisurely thrills rippled through his loins as Julie fervently sucked and kissed and nibbled on his hard prick, stroking the thick meat all the while in her eager hot fingers.
For a few minutes Mark lost himself in a reverie of other sweet pussies and other lustful blowjobs he'd gotten over the years, comparing. His own wife Sheila had been a wildcat when they'd first met, tight, juicy and insatiable. For six months, practically all they'd done was sixty-nine. Before long, dreamy fucking sessions that left them both happily exhausted. But then it wore off; hell, it always did after the first year or two of marriage.
Then Mark began getting occasional secretaries searching for new cars, just two or three-week affairs. He quickly found out how dangerous that could be with singles. If they got hung up on you, they started talking about divorce and causing trouble. So he switched to horny housewives, which, in spite of a small town like Rockville, there seemed to be an endless supply. The very moment any of them tended to get possessive or heavy, he dropped them as though they had the plague.
And then there was the agony and desire of watching his own beautiful daughter grow up, an irresistibly tempting replica in the flesh of his own wife when she was young and hot and wildly passionate, the most feverishly satisfying sex he'd ever had, the juiciest, most fiery cunt imaginable.
Maybe the succulent, lovely beauty lovingly whipping her sweet mouth up and down on his burning meat was his final fling. Hell, he was almost forty. Her lewd groans were music to his ears as she gave him a torrid, greedy blowjob, and her sweet little cunt gushed pure boiling honey into his lapping mouth like wet fire.
But deep down Mark Jensen knew the truth. He wanted his own daughter, Marsha. He dreamed, day and night, about kissing and nibbling and sucking on every tawny inch of her sweet young flesh, spanking and fingerfucking and ramming his massive prick into her lush tightness until she screamed for mercy.
And Julie, sucking lustfully on his balls at this very moment to send tingling thrills racing through his blood, was only a substitute. A luscious, madly sucking substitute, and a gorgeous one too, but only an echo of what he really craved.
Mark pushed her protesting lips away from his pounding hot meat. "Let's fuck!" he gasped.
"Yes, yes, yes," Julie moaned. She crawled quickly up beside him, on her back, drawing her knees up high. Her pink shining cunt was exposed like a tiny rosebud, pulsating madly.
Mark mounted her, and the young blonde wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back. She panted in a frenzy, with her hot as writhing urgently, while he guided the huge knob of his prick into the narrow slit of her slippery cunt-lips.
"Good uuuuuugh! Good God!" screamed Julie. Only an inch of his colossal meat had pierced her pussy, but already violent waves of heat shuddered trough her madly throbbing cunt. Carefully, Mark began stoking his rod gently in and out of the blonde's fiery cunt, sucking in his breath with intense pleasure. Christ, what juicy as! Another inch, and Julie was swinging her perspiring plump ass to a steady rhythm of obscene joy, gasping and raving.
"Oh Mark – unnnnngh! – Darling, love it, love your big prick – Oooooooooo! More, honey, more! Yesssssss, I love to fuck you, oh it's wild! Oh give it to me all, hurt me, tear me up, all of it – aaaaaaaargh!"
"Ahhhhh, that's hot loving pussy!" Mark groaned. It was all he could do to keep from coming at this moment in her fiery slit. No matter how slowly he tried to pump his gorged cock in and out, Julie's tawny little ass swung to a frenzied rhythm of lust. Her fingers squeezed his own muscled ass fiercely as she jerked. Tears of lewd pleasure rolled down her cheeks as his fucking movements came faster, although be still had only two-thirds of his long meat inserted.
"All of it!" Julie gasped. "All of your hot prick!"
With a violent upward wrench of her soft hips, she managed to enclose his fleshy rod to the very hilt. Now in a fury of wantonness, the girls ass-cheeks slapped loudly against his swollen balls.
"Can't – mmmmmm – can't hold it any more!" grunted Mark. His big balls tinged madly for a moment, and then he gushed his burning load out in great urgent spurts. Instantly, Julie's luscious hot cunt clamped madly on his dick. She shook her head from side to side, low screams of sheer lustful bliss coming from her throat.
"Can't stop cummmmming!" the blonde sobbed. She locked her ankles more tightly behind his back. Maddening spasms of her gushing pussy rocked Mark's loins with intense thrills, as the adolescent drained every last drop of his molten juice.
Long after his rod went limp, Julie continued to sob and twitch her perspiring young ass. Both their naked bellies were bathed in sweat, and they ground together as they panted.
She hugged him so tightly, he had trouble glancing at his watch. Jesus! He'd better get her home fast. The temptation to ravage her virgin asshole, so tiny and helpless, would just have to wait. There would be plenty of other opportunities – unless the whole mess came crashing down first.
Driving back to town a few minutes later, the warm glow of lustful contentment in Mark's loins made him toy playfully with her softly curved ass. But as be glanced at her lovely ass, he realized with a shock just how young she was and the fact that she was his next-door neighbor's daughter. And his neighbor wasn't exactly a fragile flower either. Six feet, four, with a barrel chest and arms like an overweight wrestler. He had a vicious temper, too.
But the police worried Mark more than anything. Hell, suppose Julie blabbed everything out to a girlfriend in a moment of gushing love or weakness? What did he expect for screwing around with a juicy little hunk young enough to be his own daughter.
All because he craved his own daughter.
He let Julie off a few blocks from her house. He had to forcibly push her away when she tried to hug him goodbye.
"For Christ's sake!" he exploded. "The neighbors, you dope. Better keep any for a few days."
"Oh damn," sighed the blonde. "Okay… I'll just write you another mushy love letter."
"Don't mail it!"
"Don't worry," she said, furtively squeezing his cock through his pants. "I'm not that naive."
Mark watched her get out of his car, her plump, cute ass irresistibly bouncing and swaying. Already he felt the tingle of another hard-on. Even the prospect of twenty years and total disgrace in a hick town like Rockville couldn't keep him away from that tight, fiery young pussy. He was hooked as thoroughly as though he were a junkie.
In his own house, he kissed his wife perfunctorily on the cheek. There was a funny blush to her beautiful face, as though she were secretly excited about something. Still gorgeous at thirty-six, still a passionate, eager ball of fire in bed, next to a girl like Julie she was practically a shadow.
There was no denying Sheila Jensen turned eyes whenever she walked down the streets of Rockville. Lush, firm tits proudly held out, a narrow waist, voluptuously rounded hips and long tapering legs. The perfect, faithful wife, thought Mark wryly. Christ, if only she knew!
"Where's Jack and Marsha?" he asked her.
"Marsha is over at a girlfriend's house and Jack is taking his guitar lesson. They'll be home soon."
Sheila avoided his gaze as she spoke, fussing around the kitchen stove. Poor Mark! God, if he knew what was going on he'd kill her. The whips, the chains, the humble obedience and agonizing hot sessions… with the man in town he practically detested most, their next-door neighbor.
It's going to be all right, Sheila told herself. But her fingers shook with nervousness as she reached for a pot. If she had any sanity left she'd cut the whole perverted business out right now. She'd tell Eddie to forget it all, she didn't even want to talk to him again.
Well, maybe after just one more time. Her lush ass still glowed with pain and humiliation after their last violent encounter. And it was such a delicious feeling.
Mark settled down in the living room with a drink. He didn't know why his son bothered to take guitar lessons. The kid sounded terrible, as if he had a tin ear. As far as the music teacher across the street went, she'd already settled into the old-spinster routine. But she wasn't bad looking actually. If you looked carefully beneath those thick horn-rimmed glasses she wore, you could sometimes detect a look of quiet desperation in her eyes. And she always wore her hair coiled up, and those prim, shapeless dresses. But if you somehow got beneath all that.
Hell, Mark had his hands full enough. Between his own stacked, passionate wife, his next-door neighbor's luscious little daughter, and his irresistible craving to spank, suck and fuck his own daughter, he was having trouble.