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David Crane: The family oral tradition

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Each time his prick stuffed her full, cuntjuice came pumping from her pussy. Her whole groin was lathered with hot cunt suds, and trickles of the pearly nectar were soaking down into the crack of her ass.

She bowed and bridged, arched and flipped, dancing a wanton waltz under his driving loins. Her cunt fairly flew up and down as she met his cock and matched his furious fucking pace with equal vigor.

She threw her legs up and clamped her thighs around his hips, knees hooked and heels locking behind his ass. She rubbed her heels up and down in his asscrack and dipped them down to brush his balls.

Her belly cupped, her legs locked, her pelvis turned into a frantic fucking platform. She threw her feet up then and kicked at the air behind his ass as if she were pedaling a bicycle up a hill.

Her knees jerked up higher, almost touching her tits, as she curled her body up into a hoop. Her crotch rolled up and Rod heaved up higher, braced on his knees, as he hammered down into her cunt.

She cried out in rapture, Rod was grunting like a hag, the bed was creaking and groaning under their furious assault and his hot prick was hissing iii, her squishing fuckhole with loud slurps as his balls thudded solidly against the curve of her lovely ass.

In short, they were making an awful lot of noise as they fucked away with enthusiasm.

Neither gave a slit if their kids were listening or not, at this stage. It added a spice to the act to imagine the teenagers hearing them screwing.

And they, in turn, were imagining screwing the teenagers, adding further piquancy to licit marital sex, incestuous fantasy embellishing the sensations.

Waves of heat began to run across Laura's loins and shoot up her trembling thighs like electricity. Her clit was starting to explode.

She struggled to hold her cumming back knowing it would be more satisfying and fulfilling if Rod was spurting his cock spume up her when she creamed.

"Cum-cum-shoot in me!" she cried. He began hammering in faster and harder, rattling her hipbones as he stuffed her cunthole full. His balls slapped against her ass like loaded blackjacks, beating a dull tattoo on her jolting ass.

The waves of joy were rushing faster across her belly, each one higher and harder than the one before, beginning to blend into one tidal crest.

Her clit was going off like a blasting cap, detonating explosions deeper in her pussy. Her cunt was starting to melt on his meat.

Rod threw his head back and howled. "Gonna blow, baby!" he cried. "Yeah-yeah-yeah! Jizz me!" she gasped in seething lust, yearning for his cum-and, incidentally, letting two eavesdropping teenagers know that the parental passion was reaching the peak.

His balls burst as they whacked her ass and his hot, thick fuckjuice rocketed into her cunt. Laura let herself go and her cumming crested with his. Her cunt cum gushed out to swirl into his spunk.

He kept ramming in like a rutting bull, squirting more jizz out on every thrust. Her cunt tunnel was so full now that it felt as if he was poking his prick in a pit of paste. Bow waves of frothy cream broke around his knob.

They held at the heated heights, then began to ebb back together. Still grinding together, they fucked each other down though the fading frenzy.

Rod stopped humping eventually and held his prick stuck up her as Laura squirmed in ecstasy, working off the last sweet spasms of her cumming.

Then, both contented, they embraced and kissed with loving devotion.

Although Laura liked to get laid more than once, when they had time, this had been a lovely fuck and a great cuming and she was satisfied.

It would hold her until he got home from work, the insatiable women figured.

But this was going to be a special day.

CHAPTER FOUR

Rod was running a bit late for work by this time and Laura went downstairs to make coffee while he took a quick shower. This was a break from their normal morning routine, when they both showered before they went downstairs and Laura didn't come back up again right away.

This variation in the usual morning pattern was going to have fascinating results.

The coffee was ready by the time that Rod came down and he gulped a cup quickly, standing in the kitchen, without time enough for breakfast.

He kissed Laura-tenderly and without tongue now-and dashed off to work.

Laura drank another cup of coffee, feeling pleasantly satisfied, glowing with a sense of well fucked contentment. She loved to feel his thick slime sloshing around inside her cunt and she thought about not taking a shower at all this morning, leaving her body juiced up.

But there was always more jizz to be had and presently she decided to take a shower, after all.

It seemed a minor sort of decision.

But it proved momentous this morning.

Jim had managed, with a remarkable effort of willpower, to refrain from jerking himself off as he listened to his mother and father fucking away like crazed weasels.

He was enjoying listening in on the sounds of lust so much that he didn't want to distract himself on his own cock, knowing that he would lose his concentration when his blood began to pound in his ears and his joyjuice came squirting from his prick.

So the youth still had a hard-on and his balls were big as waterwings by the time the family fuck was over. He went back to his bed, thinking he had better lie down while he beat his meat just in case he fainted when he shot his wad. He gave his balls an exploratory squeeze.

Jeez, they were full!

He couldn't remember ever having a cum load like this one stored up.

The virile teen always shot a lot of jizz off and it spurted far and wide, and with the set of balls he was sporting today he figured it would be a fucking deluge. His cum would probably hit the ceiling and it would certainly spray the walls and soak the carpet.

He would have to mop up carefully afterwards, so that his mom didn't find the congealed evidence.

Then he heard the shower start to run and it gave him a good idea. If he could contain himself for just a big longer, his parents would go downstairs and he could go to the bathroom and toss off in the sink.

The shower stopped running.

The aroma of brewing coffee came drifting up from the kitchen as further evidence that he would have the bathroom to himself.

Jim got up, started to put a bathrobe on, then figured he wouldn't bother. His kid sister might still be upstairs, of course-but Jim didn't mind at all if that sexy girl got a look at his cock.

It would have embarrassed him to have his Mom or Dad see him with a big boner, but the idea that Wendy might get a glance was a turn on. He was always sneaking a peek down her blouse or up her skiff, anyhow-so flashing his prick at her was only fair play, he reasoned, in his fashion.

He went down the hallway naked, his prick out like the masthead of a ship. He went into the bathroom. He started to lock the door. Then he grinned wickedly. He left the door slightly ajar-just in case his sister happened to come along and glance in.

He moved over to the sink and thrust his cock and balls out over the basin. That way, no matter how abundantly he spilled his spunk, he could wash it all right down the drain afterwards, removing all the cummy clues.

Unless he shot so fucking much that the stuff overflowed the basin! he thought. That idea intrigued him. He put the plug in the drain so that his jizz wouldn't swirl away as it poured out. The inquisitive young man was curious to see how close he could come to filling the basin up with his joyjuice before consigning the stuff to the sewer.

Jim held his balls in the palm of his left hand and folded his right fist firmly around the thick prick and began to jack off slowly and steadily.

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