David Ingram - Hot bed family

Dan shrugged. "The Reverend calls," he said foolishly, and went up on the stage. He fumbled through the curtains until he found her standing in a corner. "Left the little one home today, huh?"

"Yeah, hubby's baby-sitting."

It was quite dark in the corner behind the curtains.

"Now what is that you have to show me?" Dan asked.

"Me," Joan answered, lifting her skirt above her hips. She held it up long enough for him to see she wore no panties, then let it fall back into place. "In the past two weeks I've thrown myself at you and you haven't so much as kissed me."

"We haven't exactly been alone," he said, almost afraid to believe what she had just done.

"We are now." She stepped close to him and threw her arms around his neck.

The blood pounded in his temple. He wanted this. Ever since he had fucked his own daughter he had seemed to change; his luck had seemed to change, too. Joan was young, married, a new mother; it all fit with his new thirst for the taboo. He had fucked violently the night before with Helen, and it had been very good, but he wanted more. He wanted to fuck this young married woman.

He kissed her hard, drawing her soft body in tight. Her tongue moved quickly between his lips and explored frantically inside his mouth. His cock stiffened.

"Oh, Dan, you feel so good," Joan sighed, rubbing her crotch against the thickening lump in his pants leg.

She slid her arm from around his neck and inched her fingers between their bellies. She found his erect cock and clutched it through his trousers. She gripped it tighter and fucked his mouth with her tongue.

The preacher, who had been in the basement, stepped from behind a curtain and noticed the couple in the dark corner. He maneuvered himself into a more advantageous position. He gasped when he saw it was Joan Wagner and the father of the bride kissing. He could see her hand was gripping his leg. He stepped back into the shadows and watched, his own cock growing stiff. The good Reverend had been hungrily eyeing Joan since the first practice.

Joan fumbled at the front of Dan's trousers until she found the zipper. It was but a moment before her hand was inside his pants feeling his cock.

"Let's sneak up in the choir loft where we can be alone," she whispered, easing his cock out of his fly.

Dan pulled free and went to the curtain and peaked out at Linda and Tommy. They seemed deep in conversation. He knew it was foolish, and dangerous, yet he let her lead him to the curving stairway, his cock wagging from side to side.

The preacher watched, his eyes aglow with lust. He was rubbing his prick through his pants.

Linda, too, saw them stealthily mount the stairs and disappear into the darkness above.

"Shit, Tommy, I need a cigarette," Linda said, getting to her feet. "Let's go sit in the back of the church. If my old lady can smoke in church, I guess I can too."

She was burning with jealousy, knowing full well why they went up to the choir loft. That wanton little bitch was going to fuck her darling daddy. It made her crotch itch.

"We could go outside; it's nice out tonight," Tommy said.

"It's nicer in," she said. "No, let's sit in the back; no one will see us." She really wanted to be where she could see how long her daddy stayed up there with that bitch, Joan.

Dan and Joan started necking again as soon as they entered the loft. She had one hand on the back of his neck, the other was wrapped around his cock. She slowly masturbated him, pushing the thick foreskin back off his knob.

"God, Joan, you're really turning me on," he said.

"I'm hot, too, Dan," she hissed, pulling harder on his cock. "Will you lift up my skirt and kiss my pussy? I like that."

"God, yes, Joan!" he gasped, marveling at her openness. "If you want, I'll suck it dry."

"Ooooooh, do I ever want!" she cried. "Eat me good; make me come. Then you can do whatever you want as long as you want."

She lifted her skirt over her hips and sat down in the nearest chair. Opening her legs wide, she slid down, her down-covered slit obscenely exposed. Dan went to his knees and rained kisses on her thighs, working quickly up to the fat, pouting lips. She grew wet very quickly, pushing her eager cunt against his lips and tongue. The odor of cunt was strong and pungent. Reeking of sex, Dan thought. He pushed his tongue into the slimy hole. It tasted strong, wild.

"Ohhhhh, Dan, darling, that's wonderful! It's been so long. I can only come, really, with a mouth on my cunt." She grabbed his head in her hands and pulled him tighter against her craving loins. "After I cum, you can fuck me, or I'll suck your cock if you want. Ooooh, honey, don't stop. Push your tongue deeper. Wiggle it! Goddamn, that's good! I haven't let my husband fuck me, or even touch me, since two months before the baby was born. I don't come when he fucks me, anyway. That's good, darling, good… keep running your tongue up and down like that."

Joan rolled her hips, keeping time with his thrusting tongue. The sexual fire that only a tongue could bring was building rapidly. She liked oral sex the best.

"I haven't let Rick get close to me. He always curses me and then goes in the toilet and jerks off. I listen to him grunting and groaning and then he squirts his jazz all over the floor. I go in and lock the door and rub my bare foot in it and jack off. I decided just before the baby was born that I would let another man fuck me before Rick, and… Oh, baby, oh, darling… I'm getting close… lick me faster; I'm about to come… and you are that man! You'll be the first to fuck me in two months. Oh, Dan, Dan, I want you to fuck me!"

Dan continued to suck her, his face wet and gooey from her copious juices. He liked the taste of cunt, and hers was especially good. So wet, so sloppy, so ripe.

"I'm coming, darling, I'm coming!" Joan shrieked.

She slumped in her seat, her entire body going limp with the overdue thrill of orgasm. She shivered from head to toe, feeling the delicious excitement.

"Don't stop yet, Dan. Keep sucking until the feeling dies down. I dearly love this feeling… I do, I really do," she sighed.

When Dan finally backed out from between her legs, she got up and lay down in the aisle. The carpeting was soft, and she raised her legs up in the air, letting them fall apart.

"Now fuck me, Dan! Fuck me hard!" she hissed.

Dan pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees and got on top of her. He got between her legs, found the hole, and slid easily into her well oiled pussy. Her legs came over his neck, ankles locking to pull him in.

"Now fuck me hard, lover man, and maybe I can make it with you inside me. I usually don't, but your prick feels awful nice inside my belly." She kissed him. She sucked her own juices from his mouth. "Don't come inside me, honey… too dangerous. I don't want to be knocked up again so quick. Pull out just before you come and I'll take your load in my mouth. I like to suck the come out of a man's prick. I like to swallow it, too. I think it makes my titties bigger. Do you like my big titties, Dan?"

"I like your big titties, Joan," Dan said.

"You haven't even felt them," loan said.

"We got down to basics too quick. Next time we'll take it easier."

"Anytime you want. I think I like it when you fuck me."

Dan pumped inside her, his prick sliding sloshily in her sloppy hole. God, he thought, she's got a big snatch. No wonder she doesn't come with a prick in it. It still felt good, though.

Joan hunched up against him, trying to get more inside her, only she already had it all. His prick was a little bigger than Rick's, but still not quite big enough; she needed a man with a massive cock, and she planned to keep looking for one. She wanted it longer, and bigger around, too. She enjoyed it with a man on top of her, his prick sunk into her belly, but she seldom made it that way, and the times she had, it was a weak come, hardly worth the effort.