Donna Allen - Family in bed

"It's been a long time."

Suddenly he rammed his cock all the way up her juicy pussy. Drawing back just as abruptly, he thrust in again.

"That's good," she wheezed, squirming around beneath him.

"Jesus, your cunt is sucking the jism out of me."

"No, not yet!"

She lay still and let him pump into her. Sometimes a woman can't win, she thought. If I move around too much he accuses me of bringing him off. If I just lie back he accuses me of faking it.

"Can you feel it?" he said. "Of course I can. It's wonderful."

"Why are you just lying there?"

"You told me not to move around."

"I didn't tell you to lie there like a dead fish."

"Oh, shit!"

"Are you disappointed it's not Steve's cock inside you?"

"Yes!"

She tried ignoring his sarcasm by concentrating on the sensations flooding her body. Each time his cock soared into her, her thighs quivered.

"I believe it, bitch," he chuckled. "Why don't you pay attention to the fucking and less to being nasty?"

"Because it turns me on to see you mad." As he slammed his prick into her, she found it increasingly difficult to be angry. Finally she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Fuck me until I piss all over the bed," she said. "This is going to be a good one. I can feel it. Oh, baby, fuck me hard! Harder! Stick it into me until you tear my insides apart."

"Bitch!" he grunted, pounding his cock into her dripping cunt.

"Dig it." The fury of his strokes knocked the breath out of her, but she loved it.

She writhed around beneath him and pumped furiously. His balls slapped her ass with every wild thrust. And as suddenly as he began battering her, he stopped.

"No!" She threw herself over him and sucked his cock into her mouth.

He smiled down at her. "Cocksucker," he said, stroking her hair.

She slid the ring of her lips halfway down his cuntjuice-soaked cockshaft. "Damn you, why'd you pull out?" she hissed.

"Because I like to torture you."

She fluttered her tongue over his cockhead. "It'd serve you right if I did fuck Steve." The words were out before she could stop them. "If I ever catch you with him I'll kill you."

"Oh, shut up." Pressing her warm face into his balls, she inhaled his aroma.

And then he was in her again, sliding his cock in and out of her tightly gripping cunt with a force that took her breath away.

The horny brunette moaned in his ear. "Don't stop now. Don't stop. I'm almost there. Oh, God, just another minute!"

"Fuck that, I'm ready."

She tried pushing him away to stop him from coming, but he was too strong for her. "Wait," she said. "Please wait for me."

"Fuck you."

He stroked in a frenzy, but she was turned off. When his jism began pouring into her, she swore under her breath.

"Thanks a lot," she said when he collapsed on top of her.

"Jesus, what a fuck!" He rolled onto his side of the bed and pulled the covers up.

"I'm glad you got something out of it."

"You could've too if you'd concentrate instead of having those crazy fantasies of yours."

"I didn't used to need fantasies," she spat out. "Back in the days when you were a good lover."

"When I was a good lover? You mean, when you weren't frigid."

"Oh, fuck you." Climbing off the bed, she reached for her robe.

"I'm going back to sleep," he yawned. "Why don't you go downstairs and fix me a nice big breakfast as long as you're up?"

She paused at the door, heart pounding and rage filling her very being. "Why don't you kiss my ass, darling?"

She slammed the door behind her before he had a chance to respond.

Frank snapped off the lamp as he and Patty kissed. He was nervous and jumpy. A few weeks before, he'd at last given in and fucked the girl. But he still felt it was wrong and every time it happened he felt guilt-stricken.

"Mmmmmmmm, Daddy, that's nice," the teenager sighed.

"You're so sweet, honey."

She had been insistent. Persuasive too. How could a guy resist? And Gloria was acting distant lately. Steve was her first priority, and Frank understood that. But he missed their old closeness and looked to Patty to bring some warmth into his life.

The night before, the kid had damn near given him a hard-on in front of Della. Today they were home alone, and he planned on fucking her into the ground. But he had to be careful. If Della found out, she'd have his ass.

Now Patty was groping his crotch, teasing his cock and balls and driving him crazy. Still nervous, he licked his parched lips. There was something about his younger daughter that he found incredibly erotic.

He had tried going to prostitutes, but didn't enjoy it. He even tried picking up a woman in a singles bar and later, in a motel room, he couldn't get it up.

He was basically a family man, and wished he could still get it on with Della. But after all these years, neither of them got much out of the other. If it wasn't for the girls his balls would turn blue.

He thought about the hookers he'd fucked. Everything had been so clit and dried. So businesslike. He had to pay them in advance, and was sure they faked orgasms. Hell, if he wanted a woman who faked it, he still had Della.

Della was a passionate woman, but he knew she was bored with him. She was entitled to be bored. Marriage was good for lots of things, but sex wasn't one of them.

He couldn't keep his hands off Patty. The kid was so fresh and young and sweet. So damn sexy. All she had to do was look at him a certain way and his cock got hard. If she as much as brushed up against him he got an instant hard-on.

Part of it was that she made no demands on him. She was always happy with whatever he did. She did what he wanted, when he wanted it. She was like Della in the early years of their marriage. Before Della got mouthy and demanding.

Gloria was changing too. She was getting more aggressive in bed. In the old days, she'd been happy with anything he wanted. Lately she had ideas of her own, and when he couldn't or wouldn't deliver, she got angry.

Now he lay back and let Patty paw his prick and balls. "That's real good, honey," he said.

"Let's take all our clothes off, Daddy."

"Yeah, honey, let's."

The small lamp cast shadows over them as they undressed. When they were naked, they came together again. He kissed her sweet lips, squeezed her small, but perfectly shaped tits, and lowered her to the bed.

"How's my sweet little girl today?" he said, his hands exploring her ass and the forest between her legs.

"Horny, Daddy."

"Daddy will soon take care of that."

"I love when you touch me like that. Mmmm, that feels so good!"

She was touching him now, gently teasing his prick and running her fingertips down to his balls. They masturbated each other. He loved the feel of her blonde muff. It was soft and curly and very thick. Much sweeter than a mature woman's beaver.

Maybe it's just that Gloria's getting too old for me, he thought. Oh, shit, am I gonna get turned-off to Patty when she turns twenty?

At that moment he hated himself. He wanted to keep his youngest child a baby and it wasn't fair. She had a right to grow up and have a life of her own.

This is the last time we do this, he thought as he rubbed her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm, put your finger in me, Daddy," she said.

"Sure, baby, sure." He couldn't resist shoving two fingers into her cunt.

"You're finger-fucking me. I like it." She pumped his cock awkwardly.

It felt terrific. "Do you like when Daddy fucks you?"

"I love when you play with me like that and I love when you fuck me. I was beginning to think you'd never do it. Make me all wet and juicy. Keep fingering me like that."

"How's this?" He thrust a third finger into her cunt.

Her cunt clenched tight around his fingers. "Push them in and out, Daddy."