David Ingram - Hot bed family

"Jesus, that was good, Linda," Peter said, lying exhausted on her soft body.

"Don't pull out. Let's just lay like this for a while. You feel so good inside me."

They lay necking, feeling each others bodies for almost an hour. She fondled his slimy prick while he played with heir leaking pussy, pushing his finger all the way in.

"We'll have to do that again," she said, when Peter finally crawled from her bed.

"But you're getting married today."

"You can come and visit us."

Peter liked the idea of fucking his sister after she was married. "Okay, and we'll fuck up a storm."

"Yeah," Linda said.

Linda went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the tub. She stood with her legs apart, letting Peter's spunk leak from her open pussy and wet the insides of her thighs. She wished she had someone to lick it out for her. In her bath, she marveled at how slick her cunt was, even under water. A good soaping would fix that.

Linda got dressed and went to the bar in her daddy's den. The drink went right to work; she mixed another. She liked the heady feeling of being a little drunk.

Dan came into the room and looked at his young daughter. "That's an awfully short skirt," he said.

"Yeah. It's really too small. It was the first thing I saw in the closet, so I put it on."

"You better take it easy on the sauce, pet. Don't want to be drunk when you tie the knot."

"I'm already drunk, Daddy." She giggled and emptied her glass. "Have a drink with me."

"Maybe later. I have to run to the store for a few things."

Linda put her glass down. "I'll go with you, Dad. Where's Mom?"

"In bed with a headache. Can't take the excitement."

"She should get drunk like me. Then it won't bother her."

"Linda, Linda," Dan said, shaking his head.

They went out to the car. Linda slid in beside her father, letting her skirt push up past the crotch of her panties. The car was barely out of the drive before Linda slid close and put her hand in her daddy's lap. She felt for the gristle that she knew was there, the man-gristle that fascinated and excited her so.

"Honey, it's your wedding day!" Dan groaned.

"Yes, I know, and I feel horny as a billy goat."

She pulled down his zipper and reached inside, quickly exposing his cock, which was already hard. She rolled the skin back, making it harder. She went again into his trousers and cupped his balls in her hand. They felt so cool on her palm, all drawn tightly into the sack that usually hung loose. Linda knew to be gentle, and fondled them lightly before sliding her finger back into the crease of his buttocks. Dan groaned.

"You really shouldn't be doing this, pet."

"I really should, Daddy. I like doing it and you like having me do it."

She slid her finger back and forth until she found his puckered asshole. It was dry, yet she pushed until it popped inside.

"Ooooooh, Linda, you angel – don't make me come."

"I won't, Daddy, not in my hand, anyway."

Dan drove faster, whipping the car into the supermarket parking lot. "This is madness, Linda," he cried, shutting off the engine.

"Yes, it is," she hissed. "I'm mad for you, Dan." It was the first time she had ever called him Dan. "I want you to fuck me – fuck me here in the car – now!"

"Linda, baby, we can't continue this way, not here. We'll be seen. Someone will report us. God, baby, it's broad daylight," he groaned, but he was already reaching for her.

She let him kiss her while his hands roved under her skirt, her hand whipping his cock rock hard.

"Slide out from under the wheel and I'll straddle you, but don't pull my panties down. I want it to be like we're lovers grabbing a fast piece wherever we can. Just pull the crotch to the side and shove it in."

Linda got a leg on each side of him, hovering over his wagging cock. Dan pulled her crotchband to the side like she had asked and put his prick to her cunt mouth. Linda reached down to get it started right, and he went in easily, first only the head, then as she let her weight down, the whole shaft. The metal hasps of his zipper dug into her soft thighs, scraping higher and higher until they pinched the fat lips pouting around his imbedded cock.

"Oooooh, that feels so good! You make me want to come so quick, Daddy!" Linda cried.

"Don't rush it too fast, honey; let's make it last," Dan said, moving slowly inside her. "You're getting married this evening; it may be a long time before we can do this again, maybe even never."

"No, no, not never! We'll do it again, Daddy."

"You're right, pet, not never," Dan soothed. "I know now we'll screw every time we get the chance."

"Yes, yes, Daddy. Fuck me hard, Dan… I want to come big."

Dan moved into her with gusto, lifting up to thrust into her squirming body. Linda had her arms tightly around him, her hips grinding down against his open fly, holding his entire length inside.

Dan wanted to come now, too, to feel himself squirting up inside his lovely daughter's hot pussy. He felt the fire building, and he remembered fucking Helen on the living-room carpet, of her warm body so much softer and fuller than Linda's, of her shimmering flesh as she started jerking and moaning when her orgasm hit, and the feel of his hot seed slamming from his nuts into her sucking cunt. It was good then, and it was good now.

"Oh, Linda, baby, you fuck better than your mama. You little whore, you loose, hot-pants, little whore." He was fantasizing now. "I'd like to fuck you like this while another man fucked Helen in the back seat."

"Do you think she would?" Linda asked.

"No, never. Your mother is a prude."

"That's her loss," Linda said, breathing heavily, trying to imagine her mother fucking another man.

"Mine, too," Dan grunted. "God, why can't she like it the way you do?"

Dan felt his prick stiffen, the first thick gob of come squirting into Linda, and then another and another, a squirt for each stroke until he was dry. Linda felt his wetness belching and ground down hard against him. "I'm coming, too, Daddy!" she cried.

After their frenzy had subsided, Linda sat limply on his lap, his shriveling cock unable to escape her clasping cunt.

"That was good, Dan," she said breathlessly. "I think I like fucking better every time I do it."

"Will you cheat on Bill much after you're married, Linda?"

"I think you know I will, Daddy. I adore cock; Bill will never be able to keep me satisfied. I need it every day, some days more than once."

She slipped off his lap and went down to the floorboards, her face buried in his lap. She sucked hungrily on his prick, tasting the remains of his come and the sweet pungency of her own cunt. It prolonged her excitement, and she wondered if she was actually coming again or if it was just the first one still going.

When she was sure he wasn't going to get hard again, they straightened their clothing and went into the supermarket arm in arm.

It was a beautiful wedding, with the father of the bride beaming with pride. The mother, too, was beaming, but hers was the product of a soft alcoholic glow. Linda was radiant in her flowing gown, and just a wee bit tight herself. Bill was handsome, tall and straight.

The bride wore white and the groom wore black, but it was the groom who was virgin. Bill had led a sheltered life and had not gone with many girls. Until he met Linda, he had considered his mother his best girl. The reception was held in the church basement with a towering, three-tiered cake and a huge bowl of punch. The punch was soft, but there was an ample supply of flasks, unknown to the preacher, who detested the use of alcoholic beverages.

Anne Masters, the preacher's wife, had done a terrible thing: she had accepted a sip of liquor from Dan's flask. It was the first time liquor had passed her lips since her marriage; the second was seven minutes later, and the third…