Unknown - My horny home

He kissed her throat, then her chin. He was now at her mouth. Staring deep into her big, baby-blue eyes, he whispered, "I love you, hon. I love you." He could feel his prick at the entrance to her cunt. He squirmed around a bit until he had it in perfect position.

"And I love you, you cunt-lapping bastard!" She said, pursing her lips. She stared deep into his hazel-colored eyes, which were now filled with glints of lust and passion.

He pressed his lips to hers in a soul kiss. At the same time, he slid eight inches of hard, solid cock into her well-lubricated cunt.

"Fuck me good, my adorable slut!" he ordered, showering her with kisses.

She complied. With a moan of delight at the feel of his enormous cock in her cunt, she began revolving under him.

She meshed her pussy onto his gigantic rod. Her well-rounded buttocks bounced around on the bed. She humped up and down, meeting his solid thrusts with the expertise gained from years of fucking experience. She had started fucking at age eighteen, and had been handling a steady stream of lovers until she finally settled down and married this one. The one with the biggest cock she'd ever handled.

"Sock it to me, dear! Shove that big old cock into me! Make me feel it!" With each word of encouragement, she moved her pussy up and down. She drew him close, until he was tightly pressed against her big tits. She pounded his bare back and squealed and moaned in ecstasy while he pounded cock in and out of her hot cunt.

The bed shook from the pounding bodies bouncing around. He increased the tempo. In. Out. His big cock pounded the well-sucked pussy, the hairy little slit he loved so much.

"C'mon, you fucking bitch," he encouraged, "wiggle your ass. Snap that cunt over my prick. Move it! Move it!"

He was sweating profusely. He- eased upward and stared down at her. Their eyes met.

"I'm fucking you, my adorable slut! My big fat prick is deep inside your big fat cunt!"

She nodded, her eyes filled with lust and love for this wonderful guy. "Yes. Yes. You're fucking me. I love it! Your big fat cock feels so good! Aaaaaaaaah… ooooooooooh..

He tried slowing the pace. He wanted to make it last. She was so hot tonight. So loving. It was a losing battle. He, too, was hot. Too hot to ease up. Furiously he pounded into her cunt. "I'm gonna come!" he rasped. "I'm gonna come… now.

She came with him, both bodies thrashing around on the bed, he with his big prick deeply immersed in her hot pussy, she with her hot cunt grabbing at his squirting cock and accepting it eagerly. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and pulled him in deeper and deeper while her steaming pussy tightened on his big cock. The two lovers were as one, neither one wanting to break the magic spell, the tender, loving moment of ecstasy.

A moment that had to end.

He flopped from atop his lovely wife and landed on his back on the bed. He was gasping and his hairy chest was heaving from the wild exertion, and possibly because he was pushing thirty-seven.

His hand flopped over and landed atop one of her well-rounded breasts. He grinned feebly while catching his breath. "You win, hon."

She smiled and placed a hand over his hand. She,

too, was a trifle breathless from the action, but not nearly as much as he. Impishly she reached down and played with his limp cock. "Let's get this bastard up again. I'm kinda hot tonight."

He groaned, and sighed wearily. "You've got to be kidding, hon. Get it up again? Hah! You trying to ruin me?" He chuckled and nuzzled against her. They had long ago given up on the two or three a night binges. For months now they had settled for a one a night, twice a week schedule.

"Maybe tomorrow night, hon?" he said, stroking her hand which was stroking his cock.

"Un-unh. Tomorrow's Saturday."

He groaned inwardly. Saturday nights they usually visited her parents, George and Mary Jennings. The Jennings lived in a big mansion out in the suburbs, a plush place that befitted the owner of Jennings Industries. Jim didn't look forward too keenly to these almost weekly visits. Not that he didn't get along with his in-laws. He got along fine. Especially at work. George Jennings was a hell of a good guy to work for. He had promoted him again and again to positions of responsibility, until now he was near the top.

Jim had decided the reason behind all this was because George thought of him as a son, instead of a son-in-law. Alice was an only child. She definitely couldn't carry on the business if something happened to George. He was settling for the next best possibility-grooming Jinx to take over the business.

Jim wished the social part could be kept separate from the business end, but since he was married to the boss' daughter, he realized it couldn't be. He was family. The logical man in line of succession.

The main reason he didn't enjoy his visits to the older folks' place was because of Alice's mother, Mary Jennings. The older woman tried to hide her

hostility toward him, but it often showed in little ways.

He knew that Mary Jennings would never really accept him. She would always resent the fact that her only child had married a divorced man. A much older man, who already had two teen-aged children. Mary tried to stifle her true inner feelings, but on occasion they came to the surface. Usually at the weekly get-togethers.

Alice crinkled her nose at Jim's reluctant prick. Even under her fondling, it refused to get hard again.

"Okay, we'll save it for another time," she said, removing her fingers from his cock and staring reflectively at the ceiling. "Now to another subject." She turned onto her side and stared into his eyes.

"Oh, now what?" He turned on his side and faced her. He was no longer breathing heavily. Idly, he reached over and fondled her large tits. He tweaked at the taut nipples.

"Your children." Alice's 'voice was flat, her face unsmiling.

"Karen and Bob? Now what've they done?" He sighed. Their married life had been idyllic to date, except for one small defect. His children by his first marriage. A sticky point.

Alice flushed. She knew when she'd married this handsome man, she'd have this problem. She figured she could cope with it. So far, it hadn't worked out too well. Bob, the sixteen-year-old boy, wasn't the problem.

It was Karen, the eighteen-year-old girl, who presented the heartaches.

Alice smiled and nuzzled up to him. "It's not so much what they've done," she whispered. "It's what they might do. Karen, especially," she added.

He frowned. "What's all this leading up to?"

"I think it's about time you had a long talk with your daughter!" Alice propped up on the bed and stared deep into his troubled eyes.

"About what?" he agonized.

"About the facts of life. Karen's going on eighteen. In case you haven't noticed it, she's quite a young lady."

"Hell, she's just a kid!" Like most fathers, he refused to admit his girl was growing up. To him, she was still a baby.

Karen had long brown hair and soft, brown eyes. She was a sophomore at the nearby high school. A very pretty, very active girl, but to him, she was still just a baby. His little girl. Daddy's little bundle of joy.

Alice snorted. "You'd better take a few more good looks at your little kid. She's developing fast."

"So what's the problem?"

"Maybe you haven't been noticing that she's growing up, but believe me, the boys at her school have been noticing it. I'm afraid she's going to get

in trouble unless someone fills her in on the facts of life. Like I mean, baby trouble."

He paled. The frown deepened. "What're you getting at?"

Alice sighed. "The other night, while you were at your lodge meeting, I happened to be looking out the kitchen window. I'd heard a noise in the back. The lights were off. Anyway, I peeked out."