Donna Allen
The family gets it on

CHAPTER ONE

Rona sat at her dressing table and brushed her hair. She saw her husband, Bob, step up behind her and wrap his arms around her until his hands clutched her tits. He pressed his lips to the softness of her bare shoulder. His lips felt hot and moist and they sent tingles up and down Rona's spine. He kissed her several times and then whispered in her ear.

"Let's get into bed and fuck," he said.

Rona smiled at his image in the mirror. Bob tried hard to be romantic, but he failed miserably. It wasn't that he wasn't a good and considerate lover. It was just that when it came to whispering sweet things in her ear he was a flop.

Not that words really mattered to the highly sexed wife and mother. What mattered was Bob caressing her tits and pulling her long dark hair off her face. He dabbed his tongue over her ear and once again whispered in her ear.

"Let's fuck, hon."

She held her hands over his and felt the strength of them on her tits. Tiny tremors coursed through her body and her pussy began to throb with need. Bob was wearing only jockey shorts. When he pressed up against her back, she felt his prick against her sensitive flesh.

For the hundredth time she wondered if other women were as easily aroused as she. She and Bob had been married long enough to have teenaged twins. Other women became bored with their husbands, but not she. Bob turned her on as much or more than he had when they'd been newly weds. She was ready to fuck anytime and anyplace. Her problem was that Bob complained that she wore him out.

She wondered if her daughter would be as highly sexed as she was. She didn't worry about Jamie. It didn't matter how horny boy were. But for girls it was different. Even now, with the sexual revolution, it wasn't as easy for girls to have hot pants as it was for boys.

She'd always been too embarrassed to discuss the problem with her friends. When they did discuss sex, most of them complained that their husbands wanted too much of it. She usually just sat and listened. If she'd, told them she wanted more than Bob they'd have thought she was crazy.

Now Bob slipped his hands inside her robe and squeezed her naked tits. He continued kissing her neck and ears as he kneaded her heavy jugs.

"You know you're dying for it," he said, biting her neck.

She held his hands over her tits. "I'm always dying for it," she said.

"That's because I married a child bride," Bob said, pushing her robe off her shoulders and biting her ear.

It was true. She had been young when they'd married. But lots of girls married young and quickly fell into housework and recipes. She liked all that and enjoyed raising her children, but sex was a vitally important part of her life. Maybe too important.

She took a deep breath and threw her head forward while Bob massaged her neck and shoulders.

"Why'd you stop feeling me up?" she said. "If I keep it up you'll never come to bed."

"I'm trying to fight it," she said. "What do you mean, fight it?"

"I'm trying to not give in to my desires." Bob snorted. "That'll be the day."

"No, I mean it, I think I need sex more than is natural."

"It's natural for you." He returned his hands to her tits and flicked her nipples back and forth with his thumbs.

"But don't I wear you out sometimes?"

"Yep, but who's complaining?" He suddenly pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. His cock stood out from his hairy crotch and belly and his balls framed it. As usual Rona's cunt twitched when she gazed at his cock. Was there anything more fascinating than a stiff prick and bulging balls? She doubted it.

She turned around on the seat and gazed at his mushroom-shaped cockhead. The skin was pulled tautly and a drop of cock-fluid escaped from the tip. Her mouth watered. Was thee anything more delicious than a mouthful of cum?

She rose up, her robe dropping to the floor and faced him.

"Unless you want me to jerk off, you better get it while it's hot," Bob said.

"Oh, okay," she giggled, moving toward the bathroom. "But first I've got to pee."

"You've always got to pee," he said, climbing into the bed.

She sat down on the toilet seat and released a trickle of piss. She watched it fall into the toilet. Even the simple act of peeing excited her pussy.

Sometimes she was able to come when she wiped herself. Bob teased her, telling her she'd wear it out when she vigorously wiped up the residue of piss on her cunt. But she liked the feeling and used the opportunity to masturbate.

"You wearing it out?" Bob called out now from the bed.

"Be there in a minute, hon," she said.

She wiped herself one more time and examined her clit. It stood up at the top of her slit. It scorned bigger than most. Not that she'd ever examined another woman's clit. But everything she'd heard about the little female cock told her that hers was extraordinarily large. Maybe that was why she needed so much sex. Even the feel of panties rubbing against her joy-button, as she called it, made her almost come.

She flushed the toilet and rose up. She quickly washed her hands and returned to the bedroom. She did a little dance as she turned out the lights and then climbed into bed.

Bob pretended to be asleep. He snored loudly and she pulled on his arm.

"Wake up, darling," she said. "Your sweet wife is here with a horny cunt."

He opened his eyes and with an exaggerated yawn he took her into his arms. "I thought you'd left town," he said.

He kissed her, his mouth open and his tongue jabbing hotly all over the interior of her mouth. She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his back as she snaked her tongue in and out of her lips.

He suctioned her tongue into his mouth from the root. It hurt, but, he wasn't sadistic. He knew she liked a little pain once in a while. It turned her on.

He leaned over and hovered over her, grab bing her tits in his hands and sucking her nipples until they stung. Rona laced her fingers through his hair and encouraged him to suck harder.

His face was buried in her voluminous tits. Ever since she'd developed as a young girl, men had found her tits incredibly erotic. It wasn't just that they were big. They were firm and high and even without a bra her nipples pointed toward the ceiling.

Rona knew that some women didn't have much feeling in their tits, but she had lots of feeling.

Between my clit and my tits, no wonder I'm always horny, she thought.

Now Bob climbed over her and dropped his prick between her thighs. She felt the heat of him against her pussy-lips. Her strong thighs were spread wide and she felt him groping around her cunt.

"I'm gonna put the fire out, honey, don't you worry," he said.

"Yes, fuck me!" she sighed.

She wiggled her ass and tried to help him insert his cock inside her cunt, but he pulled back. "No, not so fast," he said. "Suffer a little."

"Oh, honey, why'd you stop?" she whined.

"I want you a little hotter," he said.

"But I'm hot now."

He gazed at her with a tiny smile. "When you're real hot, you're an incredible lay."

He made her lay down flat in the middle of the bed with her arms and legs wide-spread. He crouched between her legs and rubbed the tip of his prick against her tits and up and down her cleavage.

He left her nipples wet with fuck-oil while he caressed her taut belly. He combed his fingertips through her thick, curly muff and over her velvety hot inner thighs.

"You're driving me crazy," she said, writhing her ass on the bed.

"That's the way I want you."

"Touch me here," she said, pointing to her cunt.

"Soon," he said.

"It itches," she moaned.

"Don't whine," he said, tracing a line from her thighs to her belly and up to her tits with his prick. "You sound just like Jodie when you whine."

"She's my daughter," she said. "I ought to sound like her." She let out her breath in a deep sigh.

"Don't worry, I'll let you suck my cock," he said, leaning down and planting his lips over one of her nipples.

"When?" she said, excitement in her voice. "First I want to drive you a little crazy."

"You already are."

"More."

Rona licked her parched lips and wriggled her ass. She tried to catch his prick between her legs, but he pulled back and sat on his haunches.

"You're driving me crazy," she said in a husky voice. "Why won't you fuck me?"

"Soon," he said.

She reached for his prick. "Give me," she giggled.

"You've got it," Bob said, rolling onto his back.

Rona climbed to her knees and took her second favorite position. She leaned over and greedily rubbed her cheeks and lips against his prick and balls.

"Did I tell you Rick's coming to stay with us for a while?" Bob said.

Rona shrugged off the news. Bob's bachelor brother came to stay with them periodically. "No, but I'm not surprised," she said, taking his prick inside her lips.

Bob raised his ass and fed her more of his dick and the horny brunette slid the ring of her lips halfway down his shaft. He reached for her tits and crushed them in his fists. She sucked contentedly, taking in more and more of his fuck-stem with each thrust of her lips.

She licked up and down from his cock-tip to the root of his prick-trunk and caught his knob inside her lips. Some of his salty cockjuice clung to her lips and tongue. She relished the taste and feel of his maleness.

Some of her friends had told her they couldn't stand the taste of a man's spunk. She never told them she loved it. She didn't want them to think she was freaky or something.

In her heart she thought, there was something wrong with her. Was it normal for a woman to crave cock so often? Was it normal for a woman to need fucking almost every day and to love cocksucking as much as she did?

Her head whirled as a million thoughts filled her mind. She held Bob's cockshaft with one hand and ran her tongue from his cock to his balls. She lightly licked the hairy wrinkled mass with her moist tongue.

She carefully sucked one of his balls into her mouth and thought about her brother-in-law, Rick. She had never told Bob, but his brother had come on to her several times. She didn't want Bob to know. He'd be furious at his younger brother.

Rick was an ex-football player who never grew up. He made good money as a salesman, but he went from woman to woman and never became really serious about anyone. Bob disapproved of him. He said he was still living his glory days of college football. Rona knew Bob was right, but she liked Rick for his swaggering ways and his love of life. And if he didn't want to grow up, she didn't blame him. Being grown up brought responsibility and Rona envied people who didn't have responsibilities.

Now she gently pressed Bob's prick to the roof of her mouth and held his spit-soaked balls in her hands. He kneaded her tits and groaned occasionally, and she dabbed the tip of his tongue up and down his fuck-shaft.

"You never get tired of sucking my cock, do you?" Bob said.

"No," Rona said. "Do you get tired of sucking my cunt?"

Bob hesitated a moment. He didn't want to hurt her, so he lied. "Nope," he said, tousling her hair. "Never met a cunt I loved so much."

"When did you met a cunt last that wasn't mine?" Rona said, gently sucking his other ball into her mouth.

"Not since I married you," Bob said. If he cheated occasionally and even grew bored with his sexy wife, he didn't want her to know it.

Rona repressed a sigh as she vigorously licked the underside of his shaft. He was a charming liar. She knew he had to be bored with her on occasion. Those things went two ways and much as she loved him there were times she craved a new and different lover.

Like Rick. More than once she'd fantasized about how it would feel to make love with her husband's brother. The family relationship would add to the excitement. And she was sure Rick was a cocksman. Women were always chasing him. She didn't know a woman who wasn't crazy about him.

Bob writhed his ass on the mattress, but her tongue followed him relentlessly. "You let me know when you want to fuck," she said.

"That feels good," Bob said. "Don't stop."

She continued to kiss him with her tongue and lips and teeth and she dragged her teeth lightly over his thick, pulsating cock-stem. Bob took her head between his hands and pumped his prick more deeply into her throat. She pulled back and took a deep breath. Then she suctioned him almost all the way into her throat and held him there a moment before releasing him.

"Oh, baby!" He shoved his prick so far into her throat she felt herself gag. When she spit him out, he sat up.

She roiled onto her back.

He climbed over her and his prick shot against her hungry cunt.

"Stick it in, quick!" she hissed. "Get your hands out of the way!"

"Oh, God, you're going in from the wrong angle! Here. Here's the hole!"

"I know where the fucking hole is!" He stabbed his cockhead against her pussy again and again, but continued missing the mark. Rona was frantic with desire and was afraid be might come before he got inside her.

"Stick it in here!" she hissed.

"You're so fucking wet, no wonder it's sliding around!"

He finally got inside her and fucked her mindlessly while she clawed at his back. He humped her like a machine and she rocked her ass and almost savagely met his thrusts.

She felt his cock swell inside her had her a strong cunt muscles gripped him. That to and cunt hairs meshed and blended and they french-kissed frantically.

"Don't stop!" she cried, thrashing her ass up off the bed.

He slowed his stroking, corkscrewing his dick into her body in order to get the maximum friction on her clit. She ran her fingernails up and down his upper arms and wrapped her strong legs around his back.

His eyes were shut and he grimaced as he controlled his orgasm. The veins on his neck bulged and perspiration dripped down his face and soaked his hair.

His pelvic bone rasped against her clit and his cock felt like a hot poker inside her pussy. She felt her orgasm well up inside her as he dicked her and she felt faint with desire.

He waited for her to come and then he released the flood of jism that threatened to burst his balls. He grunted over and over as his spunk poured out of his cockhead and into her cunt.

At the end he trembled and shot forward one more time. His cock still felt hard and Rona came a second time.

"Dear God, it's good!" she sighed weakly. "Leave it inside me for a minute."

He put his full weight on her body and she tightened her pussy-muscles around his still hard prick. "If I fall asleep you just push me over to my side of the bed," he said.

Rona giggled and bugged him to her. "You're killing me," she said. "When you get off me I'll be flat as a pancake."

Bob raised his chest and gazed down at her with mock surprise. Bending down, he kissed her briefly on the lips and rolled off her body. He was snoring in less than five minutes and Rona lay awake, wondering if Rick would come on to her again.