David Ingram - Hot bed family

Straightening out her skirt, she left the potty and went back upstairs. Her husband was sitting in the front pew.

"Where the hell you been? I been waiting for ten minutes," he said.

"Mama had to go tinkle," she answered. "You wouldn't want Mama full of piss, would you?"

"Christ, Joan, don't be so crude. You really are foul-mouthed."

"You didn't mind when we were going together."

"I was a kid then; I thought it was cute."

Rick had been a hot-shot athlete in school, wild and good-looking. He had calmed down after the baby. He still liked to fuck, though, and she delighted in holding out on him. She got her jollies elsewhere.

After they were in the car, she slid close to him and took his cock out. It was limp but she stroked it up.

"Want me to suck your cock?" she said.

"Yeah, but not here. Christ, Joan, someone will see us. Wait until we get home."

Joan shoved his prick back into his pants and slid over next to the window, looking sullen.

"I won't want to then," she snorted.

The preacher went straight home and into his study, intending to meditate his sins. He meditated, instead, on Joan Wagner. He knew his wife was upstairs waiting for him. He looked down and saw that his cock was still hanging from his open fly and it rose into his waiting hand. He masturbated gently, slowly, and when he felt his nuts cut loose, he grabbed his wife's picture from the desk and deposited his slimy load across her smiling face.

He sat like that for an hour, and then took Joan's panties from his pocket and put them across his face. Breathing in the odor of Joan's lusty cunt, he jerked off again, once more spilling his filth onto his wife's picture. Afterwards, he sat sucking the badly-stained crotchband of the frilly little panties.

Upstairs, his wife lay patiently on the bed, sobbing softly. She was naked, and her fingers were keeping her pussy wet and ready for her husband's prick. She finally decided that if she waited for him, her cunt would go unfulfilled once again. She reached for the heavy-handled hairbrush on her dressing table.

She sighed softly as the thick, hardwood handle pushed up inside her belly. Fucking herself expertly, she closed her eyes and imagined it was Mr. Reeves ramming his massive tool into her clasping cunt. Mr. Reeves was a member of the church board.

Only yesterday evening, she had stood in the shadows of the church basement and watched him jack off in the sink in the girl's room. He had a huge cock, all heavily veined, and she watched it grow big and hard and throbbing as he jacked off over the sink. She wanted to rush and hold it when the angry purple-black knob opened its eye and squirted white, thick cream into the bowl.

She knew from the glances the big man gave her that it would take little encouragement from her to find out if it felt as good as it looked.

Her orgasm blossomed hot and good around the thick piece of wood and she decided that she must know, and know very soon. Mr. Reeves was going to get that little bit of encouragement he needed. The good preacher's sweet little wife was going to feel that big cock inside her hungry pussy.

When Linda awakened about ten, she was still a little tight. She and Tommy had gotten very drunk. She lay giggling for several minutes, then admonished herself and tried to think of what lay ahead. It was her wedding day and she was unbearably horny, even though Tommy had eaten her once and fucked her twice, the last time but a few short hours ago.

She let her hand slide down between her thighs, savoring the thought of Tommy's head between her legs – he sure knew how to give head. And then her lips puckered, remembering the taste of his cock fresh from her cunt. Yes, she had sucked his cock, sucked it immediately after he had fucked her, sucked it until he hardened again and discharged in her mouth.

She rolled over in bed and saw Peter heading down the hall for the bathroom. He wore only his shorts. She called out to him. He came and looked in her open door.

"Morning, Sis," he said.

"Would you get me a glass of cold water, honey?"

"I'm just wearing shorts, Sis."

"That's okay, I've seen you in your shorts before."

He shrugged and went to the bathroom, returning in a minute with a glass of water. He came up to her bed and held out the glass. Linda sat up, the sheet slipping down off her bare titties. Peter stared. She drank the water, then looked at her ogling brother.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Peter. I forgot that I was naked," she giggled, but made no attempt to cover her tits. She glanced down at the lump in his shorts, then giggled again. "It doesn't look like you're sorry."

Peter reddened and put his hand to the front of his shorts. "I-I'm sorry, Linda," he stammered.

"Don't be silly. I've seen bulges in boys' shorts before." She reached out and pulled his hand away. "I'll bet you're afraid to show it to me." He took a quick look at the open door. "You can go and close the door first. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Peter couldn't believe his good fortune, first his mother, now his sister. He ran to the door and pushed it shut. He rushed back to her bedside and reached for his cock.

"Let me take it out," she said, squirming her fingers into the front of his shorts. She reeled out his half hard log; her mouth dropped open. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "I had no idea – Peter, you're a stud, your prick is huge."

Peter beamed, his cock growing in her hand. "Now let me see you," he said.

Linda threw back the sheet. She let go of his cock and stretched out on her back. "Take off your shorts and lay down beside me, Peter."

Peter wasn't the shy boy he had once been; his mother had changed that. He pushed down his shorts and crawled onto the bed. Linda immediately took hold of his prick again.

"God, Peter, it's so big." She stroked it to full erection. "You can feel mine if you want."

Peter laid his hand on her firm belly, then slowly moved down into the thick thatch of hair. His fingers crept into the deep groove and Linda opened her legs.

"Ooooh, honey, I like that. Peter – I know we shouldn't, but put it in me, just a little. Your prick, I mean."

"Geez, Sis, what if Mom or Dad…"

"Piss on Mom or Dad. Put it in me, Peter, please. Just a little, just the head."

Peter didn't care about Mom or Dad either, and rolled over on top of his sister. Linda still held his prick, and nuzzled the fat head against her cunt-lips until it spread them apart and popped inside.

"Honey, honey! That feels so good, just a little more, and kiss me, love me… Oh Peter, baby, fuck me!"

Peter started stroking, his cock going in deeper with each thrust. He kept this up until he was buried inside her, and then he kissed her on the mouth. They held the kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.

"Peter, Peter, Peter," Linda moaned into his mouth. "Your cock is so big, it feels so good. Do it, honey, fuck me hard!"

Peter fucked her with long, easy strokes, proud of his king-sized prick. Her cunt was tight and clinging.

"Jesus, Peter, where did you learn to fuck like that? I thought you were a virgin."

"You ain't no cherry yourself, Sis."

"Oh, fuck no; far from it."

"Maybe old William is expecting a cherry on his wedding night."

"Well, he won't get one, not unless he brings someone else along." She giggled and lifted her pelvis to meet his pounding strokes. "I'm feeling better and better, Peter. If you keep this up you're going to make your sister come."

"Better make it fast then, 'cause your little brother is about to pop his nuts. Can I come inside you?"

"Yes, yes!" she gurgled. "Faster, Peter, faster! We can make it together!"

Peter's prick started spurting. Linda hunched against him, her own orgasm in full bloom. They fucked savagely for several seconds, Peter squirting his all into his sister's heaving belly.