Donna Allen - Humping, pumping family

How many orgasms can a woman have before she simply dies of ecstasy? she thought with a giggle. Her ass leaped off the bed as she rammed herself at Jim's dick.

"What the hell got into you tonight?" he groaned. "You're like a different person."

"I guess I'm just hot."

Her legs were still locked around his back. She dug her fingernails into his arms and pulled his mouth down to hers.

She knew it was because she was still turned on by her session with Mike. Her cunt was on fire with raw animal need.

Jim controlled his own orgasm for a long time. He rammed his dick into her slurping sucking pussy. He had no idea what had come over his wife, but he liked it. Her pussy was biting into his prick and it kit damn good.

When he finally came and dumped his load inside her, she clung to him and milked him with her strong cunt-muscles.

"That was a great fuck, hon," he said, rolling over and pulling the covers up as soon as it was finished.

And I know why, she thought with a smile. She yawned. "It was, wasn't it?"

Jennifer moaned and turned around in her sleep. The sheets were tangled around her legs as she shoved her finger into her pussy.

It wasn't her finger, she realized with a shaft. It was a cock. It was her brother's cock. No, it was her father's cock. Or was it her Uncle Mike's?

The teenager brought her knees up and stabbed her finger in and out of her cunt. She moaned in her half-sleep and churned her finger around.

She wished she had a cock in her cunt instead of her finger. It would feel so good to have a prick at her disposal whenever she wanted it. Mmmmm, yummy, it would feel good to have a cock right now, sliding slowly into her snatch.

She rolled onto her belly and opened her legs. She rubbed herself against the mattress. She rubbed and rubbed, pressing her tits into the pillow while she moved her open slit against the sheet.

Her pussy oozed cuntjuice. It became wetter as she frigged herself. She thrust a second finger into her hot hole. She rolled onto her back and strummed her clit while she fingered herself.

"I wanna fuck," she moaned out loud in the dark. She tossed her head from side to side and brought her juice-covered fingers to her lips. "I wanna fuck," she repeated. "I want a cock."

She was tempted to awaken Bobby by climbing into bed next to him. He'd be angry if she did. He hated when she awakened him in the middle of the night.

Now she lifted her, ass from the bed and thought about her Uncle Mike. She'd been playing a game of cat and mouse with him lately.

Just last week she'd sensed that he was horny for her. She'd deliberately left her door open and undressed with the lights on.

She knew for certain Mike was in the hall outside her room watching her. Carla was out with her mother and the others were in the basement workshop. She heard Mike's footsteps out in the hall and she saw him peering in at her.

She remembered how she'd removed her bra with her back to the door and touched herself. She stood before her wall-mirror and cupped her little.

She squeezed herself and moaned softly, certain her uncle was watching. Her pert nipples poked out between her fingers and her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders.

The teenager caught a glimpse of Mike as she fumbled with the snaps on her jeans. When she finally peeled her skin tight jeans down she heard a groan out in the hall.

It amused her to know her uncle was spying on her. He'd been flirting with her for months. He had never approached her and she knew he never would unless she instigated it. Now she teased him, although she was still uncertain about what she would do should he confront her.

What if he walked into the room and grabbed her into his arms? What if he raped her? She shivered at the thought. Rape! The very word both frightened and excited her.

She was fond of her aunt, but didn't feel guilty about teasing her uncle; even at her tender age, she didn't believe in fidelity.

She stood before the mirror wearing only her bra and bikini panties. She licked her lips and deliberately moved a hand between her legs. With a forward motion she rubbed her moist pussy slit. Tossing her hair over one shoulder she flounced to the closet.

The teenage blonde thought she heard a groan in the hall. She was wearing her skimpiest bikinis and a lacy half bra that barely covered her nipples. As she rolled her panties down, she looked down at the tendrils of cunt hair escaping from the tiny crotch.

She widened the spread of her legs and let the crotch slip inside her slit. The crotch disappeared inside her hairy trench and she giggled softly and brought her legs together.

Eat your heart out Uncle Mike, she thought. If you're out there.

Yanking her panties down, she combed her long crimson fingernails through her beaver. She wiggled her ass from side to side and used her free hand to fondle her boobs.

Now she mumbled sleepily at the memory and threw the blanket back as she masturbated. Cock, she thought, frantically frigging herself. I need a cock.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and gasped. Someone was sitting beside her on the bed. Mike was sitting there, his smile tense in the dark room.

"Uncle Mike!" she breathed.

"Hi, honey," he said, drinking in the lushness of her naked tits.

She let her legs fail open. She watched his eyes dart from her tits to the thick golden curls covering her snatch.

"What are you doing in here?" she said. "I was on my way to the bathroom," he said. "And I happened to see your door was open." He averted his eyes and bit his lip. "I fell asleep on the couch downstairs."

Her initial surprise gone, she sat up and faced him. She took his hand and smiled shyly, making no attempt to cover her nakedness.

"I guess you saw what I was doing," she said. "I was thinking how pretty you are."

"You don't think I'm terrible for… you know…"

"For masturbating? Hell, honey, everybody does that."

"I'm kind of glad you were watching me," she said softly.

"Not as glad as I am."

He made no attempt to touch her so she placed her hand on his thigh. "I've had a lot of experience, you know. I'm not a kid anymore."

He hesitated and then cleared his throat. "I figured as much."

She rubbed his leg, took his hand and placed it on her pussy. That was all the invitation he needed. He turned to her and drew her into his arms.

"I want to fuck you," he said.

"I want you to, Uncle Mike."

"You've got the prettiest tits I've seen in ages."

His husky voice and the feel of his strong arms around her back sent chills of hot desire through her.

"I'm so horny."

He lowered his mouth to her tits and began sucking her nipples. He captured one of her succulent nubs between his lips and let it run over his tongue.

"Me too," he said in a low voice.

He left one hand on her crotch and moved a finger inside her slit. In a moment his finger was stroking her clit and she moaned and let her knees fall entirely open.

"Oooohhhh, Uncle Mike," she moaned. "Oooobhhh, your finger is in my pussy."

"You're not cherry, are you, kid?"

"No."

"Then we can fuck."

"Yes, I want to."

He hungrily licked her boobs. "Maybe I just ought to suck your cunt and you can blow me."

"No, I want to fuck."

"Jesus, you're just a kid."

She reached for his prick. Impatient now, she rubbed his hard-on through his pants. "I don't care!" she hissed. "I want to fuck."

"Okay, kid, okay," he said nervously. "You want it, you'll get it."

He unzipped his fly and began mounting her. She stopped him with a purr.

"You can lick my pussy first," she said. He hesitated and then smirked. "I'm going to lick your pussy until you beg me to fuck you."