David Ingram - Hot bed family

Tom stroked rapidly, feeling the pressure of getting caught. He knew he wouldn't last long; her cunt was too snug. It surprised him that she was so tight, especially as wet as she was. She was all but dripping.

"Not too fast, honey. I'll make it if you hold out a bit longer… I'm getting close." She let her legs fall free, snugging her pussy around his prick. It was enough; she started to come.

"Uung… yes… good! Come inside me; I'm there!"

Tom didn't need to be persuaded. The stuff came out into her cunt in globs. He had a load and she got it all. He stroked into her several more times and then pulled out. He laid the head of his cock into the thick nest of hair and let it drain slowly. He finally wiped what was left onto her belly and sat up.

Helen got to her feet and slipped on her panties without cleaning up. When she had her slacks in place and her blouse buttoned up, she sat down and lit a cigarette.

"That was a good fuck, Tom. I liked it," she said. "Is Linda a good fuck?"

"I've never fucked her," he said.

"That surprises me. I think we got done just in time; I hear a car. Kiss me one more time."

He kissed her hard. She responded eagerly, her hand clutching his prick through his pants. She opened the bottle and took a long drink, offered it to Tom, and when he refused, capped it and stuffed it in her purse.

Bill and Linda came in, followed by Dan.

"We stopped and picked up Daddy," Linda said.

Others in the wedding party started arriving for rehearsal. The preacher came in and turned on the lights. Helen wanted another drink instead of a wedding rehearsal, and she wanted another fuck, too. The quickie with Tom whetted her appetite. The insides of her thighs felt sticky, and her cunt wet.

After talking to Dan for a few minutes, she started counting heads to see if everyone was there. Her count stopped at Joan Wagner, and she wondered why Linda had chosen such a brazen snip for her matron of honor. Joan sat on a folding chair talking to one of the ushers and she had one foot pulled up into the chair, and was clasping her knee in her hands.

Helen's throat went dry, and a perverse thrill sent a chill racing up her spine. Joan's skirt was all the way up to her crotch, and she wasn't wearing panties. She could see Joan's cunt spread open from her awkward position, and the froth of cushiony blonde hair delicately embroidering her pussy.

Helen wanted a cigarette, and then as her hand went to her throat, she wanted a drink, and worst of all, she wanted to be fucked again, and she didn't care who did the honors. She thought of Peter and his man-sized pecker, and of Tom, and then the tall, slim youth talking to Joan. She wondered if his prick was larger than her husband's. She was sure that it was, even though she knew she would probably never find out.

She glanced around and saw that Peter was ogling Joan's pussy. Even the preacher, the pious man of the cloth, was standing so he could get a good view of the maid of honor's snatch. The maid of honor indeed – the girl was a slut, a whore. Helen wanted to push down her slacks and show the man of God that she had a cunt, too. A damn fine cunt.

After the practice was over, Helen left with her husband. She had already decided that when she got home she was going to get drunk, good and drunk, and maybe, just maybe, let Dan fuck her. She needed a cock, even if she had to resort to her husband. In the car, she resisted the urge to take his prick out and suck it, suck it until it squirted in her mouth.

When they got home, Helen made two strong drinks and sat on the couch. She got drunk very quickly. She usually ignored Dan when he got amorous, but not this time; she opened her blouse and invited him to suck. She even played with his cock while he sucked her tits. When his prick was good and hard, she stood up and did a slow strip, and then had him chase her around the couch several times before she lay down on the floor and let him fuck her.

Dan almost remarked how slick and wet her pussy was. She felt so damn good all naked and vibrant under his pounding hips.

Peter came in and watched his mother and father fuck. He could really appreciate it now that she was his fuck, too.

Helen came hard, jerking and grunting. "Oooh, Dan, that's good," she moaned. "I'm coming, hon! Fuck hard and fast!"

Dan couldn't believe his ears; Helen was talking like a woman of the street; his sweet wife was actually enjoying his cock for a change. It was too much; he started coming. It was the first time he'd fucked her in several months. He didn't know he owed her excitement to his son, and to Tom Henderson, and to Joan Wagner's wanton cunt display at the church.

Helen tried to remember the last time she made the grade with Dan in the saddle. When she couldn't, she passed out. Dan put her to bed in the nude.

The last day of practice had finally arrived; tomorrow Linda would be married. For the first time in her life, Linda was aware that she really needed a man's cock. The orgy with her father had confirmed her need for a hard prick. She was bitchy without it.

She wanted to try Daddy again, but they were never alone long enough. There was always someone in the way, especially her mother, who seemed ridiculously attentive to him since her return. She even suspected that they were fucking again. And to make matters worse, Joan Wagner, her matron of honor, spent every minute of every practice flirting with her father. He seemed to like it, too, and Linda was burning with jealousy.

Joan was the same age as Linda, only very blonde and unusually full bodied. Ripe, her father said. Fat, Linda said. She wished now she had never chosen Joan for the honored spot, even if they had been best friends in school.

Joan married her high school sweetheart, Rick Wagner, shortly after graduation, and had a baby four months later. When she turned up pregnant, Rick had gladly married her, never doubting that the baby was his. Joan had a number of doubts, but she never named any of them.

Joan always wore frightfully short skirts and loose, low-cut blouses or skin-tight sweaters and no bras. Once, she even brought her baby to practice and sat in the front pew where everyone could see him nurse. The men all watched with envy when she popped a fat tit from her blouse, the nipple red and hard, and fed it into the infant's hungry mouth. She hunched down and spread her legs wide, revealing her scanty panties pulled tightly across her thick, fat cunt-lips. She was a very vulgar young woman.

Linda chided Joan for her promiscuous behavior and accused her of making a play for her daddy. With righteous indignation, she reminded Joan that she was a married woman, and that her baby probably wasn't even her husband's, naming half a dozen guys who claimed getting into her pants.

With her usual cool, Joan smiled at Linda and said, "Don't get catty on me, honey, I can work up a pretty good list of guys who claim to getting into your britches, too."

Linda backed off. "Just stay away from my daddy," she said.

"No way," Joan countered. "He likes it when I flirt with him, and he is an attractive guy, you know. Besides, he's your father, not your lover."

Linda quickly turned and walked away. She was very, very angry, and she was blushing.

The final practice, held in the afternoon, went smoothly and quickly. Helen didn't attend because she still had a throbbing headache. Joan was waiting for her husband to come and get her.

Linda and Dan and Tom were sitting in the front pew talking. Joan was on the stage behind the massive pulpit pretending she was delivering a sermon. The three in the pew laughed at her antics. She gave a final prayer and ducked behind a curtain.

"Dan, come here. I want to show you something," she called.