David Ingram - Hot bed family

Linda Palmer twisted free and pushed herself away from Tom Henderson's broad chest. Her lipstick was badly smeared, and a lot of it was on Tom's face. She pushed his hand out from under her skirt, holding him tightly by the wrist.

"Tommy, this is insane; we've got to stop. I never should have let you bring me home. I just knew something like this would happen," Linda cried.

"I knew it, too. I wanted it to happen," Tom said.

"But but Bill is your best friend. You're going to be the best man at our wedding."

"Friendship goes out the window where you're concerned, Linda. I hated him the first time he took you out."

"We'd better cool it for a few minutes," she said, sliding over against the car door. "We've both had too much to drink."

"Bill should have better sense than to get bombed," Tom said, slamming his palm against the steering wheel.

Linda had gone with Tom Henderson first, only a few times, and nothing had happened between them. It was through Tom that she had met William Temple. She was a freshman at State and Bill was a senior; it was almost love at first sight. Bill was only twenty-one, but very bright, an intellectual. He turned twenty-two the day before he graduated. He asked her to marry him that night. Tom was three years older than Bill, and their engagement hadn't seemed to bother him at all, at least then.

They had gone to a party arranged by Linda's friends, and Bill had too much to drink and passed out. Linda and Tom took him to the motel where the two young men were staying and put him to bed. Tom drove her home and they had been sitting in front of the house talking. Both had been drinking and one thing led to another.

"Are you mad?" Linda said.

"Damn right, I'm mad. You get a guy all worked up and then just shove him away."

"I didn't mean to get you all worked up, Tommy," she said, sliding back to the middle of the seat and carelessly putting her hand on his thigh. "Besides, I was a little worked up myself. It was the booze."

"It wasn't the booze with me," Tom said.

"What was it then?" Linda said, squeezing his leg. Her vanity made her foolish. She wanted him to say flattering things.

"Shit! It was you, and you know it."

He turned in the seat to face her and put his arm around her. She let him kiss her again, and in the process her hand somehow slid up his leg until it lay on his cock. It stiffened inside his pants leg, stretching out under her palm.

When Linda realized what she was doing, a thrill raced up her spine. She pulled her hand back for an instant, and then put it back with more pressure than before.

Tom kissed her harder. He had his arms around her inside her tight coat now, and put his hands under her sweater. He found the clasp on her bra.

Linda felt the catch come free as her tongue glided into his mouth. It felt so good to be Frenching with him, and his hands felt so good on her bare skin, and his cock felt so good throbbing under her hand. Her mind was all fuzzy with excitement.

One of Tom's hands slid around her body and pushed up under her loose bra. The nipple felt very large and came up hard quickly. Her tits were firm, and bigger than he had thought. It was the biggest nipple he'd ever felt.

"Jesus, Linda," he said, moving his hand to her other breast.

Linda gasped, unable to speak. Her nipples were supersensitive to any stimulation. It was especially true during her good time of the month, which started a few days after her period and lasted for a week, sometimes two. She was in the middle of her good time.

"Oh God, Tom, I like that," she rasped, her voice husky.

She kissed him wildly, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. She turned her hips to make it easier for him when she felt his other hand under her skirt. Her thighs opened and she squeezed hard at his prick when she felt his cool fingertips on the excitable flesh at the top of her leg.

Bill hadn't discovered her sexual weaknesses, and she was glad, otherwise they'd have been fucking regularly, and she didn't want that, not before they were married. She had held his amorous advances at bay and he thought of her as a sweet, innocent young lady.

Tom realized immediately how sensitive her nipples were; she had lit up like a roman candle the minute he started playing with them. He pulled up her sweater with one hand, keeping the other between her legs, and bent his head to the swollen nipple. He sucked on the big, ripe berry, grazing it gently with his teeth.

"Yes, Tommy, yes, I love that," she moaned.

She reached down and pressed his hand against the crotch of her panties. The thin material was wet. Her other hand fought with his zipper, and then it crept stealthily inside, searched for the opening in his shorts, and just as stealthily wrapped tightly around his prick.

Tom pushed aside her panty crotchband, then pressed two fingers into the warm cleft of her cuntlips. Her cunt seemed to open in anticipation. Linda moaned softly, and slowly eased his cock out of his pants.

"Lift up a little, honey, so I can get your pants off," he said.

Linda was stroking his cock. She lifted up, and her panties were quickly on the floor. She continued stroking his prick, squeezing each time her hand rolled up over his glans. She could feel the wetness from his seepage on her palm.

Tom had his finger all the way in her pussy. He slowly finger-fucked her, his mouth back on her distended nipple. He knew she was ready to fuck and would offer no resistance, but he wanted her at an absolute peak. He wanted her to get even more aggressive and do the fucking herself. It would be a bonus for his ego.

"Shit, honey, I want you so bad," he said.

"Oh, Tommy, I want you, too!" Linda cried.

"Say it, honey, say what you want."

"You know what I want, Tom."

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck me," she hissed, "you bastard!" She was masturbating him rapidly.

"Oh, shit baby!! I want you to fuck me!" Tom released the seat all the way back. "Straddle my lap, Linda! Straddle my lap and fuck me!"

Linda didn't care any more; she wanted it. She let him slide out from under the wheel and stretch out, then threw a knee over his lap. She felt around until she found his prick and pressed the thick head into her open pussy. She sighed with pleasure when the head of his cock popped inside.

She was about to push herself down on the wonderful thing when the porch light went on. It was quite dark outside, and the light seemed to flood the entire area. She gasped and pulled herself free of his prick.

"Oh, my God! Jesus Christ Daddy has seen us!" she wailed, scrambling to get out of the car.

She slammed the door closed behind her, then jerked it back open and grabbed her underwear off the floor. She quickly pulled her panties back on and dashed for the house. It happened so quickly that Tom didn't have time to utter a word.

She stepped into the house, snapped off the porch light, and leaned heavily against the door.

"Damn! Damn! Goddamn!" she muttered softly, completely ashamed. She was so hot; she wanted so badly to be fucked. Yet she loved William too, and felt terribly ashamed. She stood in the dark hall and hooked her bra.

"Is that you, kitten?" Dan Palmer called.

Linda jerked her sweater down and smoothed the front of her skirt. "Yes, Daddy," she answered. She went down the hall and stepped into the living room. "Did you hear us drive up?"

"No. I just turned the light on so you could see when you got here. Did Bill bring you home?"

"Uh yeah. It was a good party," she said.

"Gee, Dad, you ready for bed already?"

Dan was in his pajamas and robe. He looked at his watch. "It's almost one, time for bed. I'll be glad tomorrow when your mother and brother get home."