My horny home

CHAPTER ONE

Jim Meade knelt at the foot of the queen-size bed and stared at the girl lying on her back with her head propped on the pillows, her legs spread wide, her golden-haired cunt beautifully exposed.

He wet his lips in anticipation and enjoyed the sight of the naked girl. He was in no rush for action. At age thirty-six, he had learned to pace himself. He was humbly thankful that this young girl had married him. Alice, at age twenty-two, a good-looking blonde with a terrific, lush shape, and the only daughter of wealthy parents, could have had her pick of young guys.

Instead she had chosen him, a divorced man with two teen-aged kids. He had been mated to his boss' daughter for almost two years now, and loved her more than ever. He loved her not only because of the wealth and position he'd brought to their marriage, but also because she returned his love. There was nothing phony about the way she felt about him.

If ever there were a marriage that could be considered a true-love one, it was theirs. His marriage to this gorgeous young girl was far different from the tumultuous one he'd had with Linda, his first wife. That had been a disaster from the very beginning. That marriage had ended three years ago with Linda packing up and leaving home. She had run off with another man. She had divorced him. It had ended fifteen years of strife, discord, and living on a scale slightly above the poverty level, while trying to raise two kids.

All this had changed in the past two years. Since his marriage to Alice. Since she was the boss' daughter, his rise in the firm had been rapid. He was now vice president in charge of sales. A job he was handling quite well.

Seeing Alice staring down at him from her perch on the pillows, he pursed his lips and blew her a kiss. He ran his tongue over his lips suggestively. She nodded and her blue eyes lit up with eager glints. She spread her legs farther apart and humped herself up impishly. She placed her hands under her head and raised herself up to get a better view. Though almost fifteen years younger than her husband, she, too, had learned to pace herself.

From his crouched position on the floor at the foot of the bed, he eased his face forward along the sheet. He slid his chin forward and snaked his naked body up onto the bed. Reaching up, he placed his fingers on her feet. He felt of her slender ankles. He pulled himself forward and eased his tongue far out. He licked the front of her feet. He kissed her ankles. Gently he kneaded her creamy, pinkish-white calves. He licked his way up first one lovely leg, then the other. Up, Down. Unhurriedly he ran his tongue and mouth onto her creamy white skin.

He snaked his way upward onto the bed. He was now kneeling on the floor and bent far forward. This brought his face within smelling distance of her golden-haired cunt. He nibbled at her lush, creamy white thighs. He kissed them. He licked them. He fondled them. This action brought his huge cock to a surging hardness. He eased himself up slightly so his cock wouldn't be bumping against the footboard of the bed. He lay on his hard-on while applying his tongue and mouth to his wife's body.

From her vantage point above him, Alice watched her husband in action. A smile of contentment was on her face. She beat down an urge to hurry him, to get him to shove his enormous cock into her hot cunt. Inclined to be a nympho, she could never get enough of this wonderful guy she'd married. She had disregarded the advice of her friends, parents, and well-wishers who tried telling her she would be making a big mistake in marrying this older, divorced man.

Now, two years and many fucks later, she knew she'd made the right move. Smiling down at her handsome husband, she pursed her lips into a kiss and nodded. "C'mon, lover boy," she whispered, "do me good." She humped her snatch upward impishly.

He nodded and grinned knowingly. He was aware of her nympho tendencies, but had taught her to pace herself. unhurriedly, he kissed her knees and licked at her creamy thighs. He moved ever so slowly toward her hairy cunt. He studied the pink slit, the puffy vaginal lips, the small opening at the base of the slit, and the exposed cut. He adored her golden-colored triangle of pussy hair.

He enjoyed the odor emanating from her hot cunt, which was getting more and more steamed up with every lick of his tongue on her thighs. He• hadn't stared at too many cunts in his life. He had married Linda when he was barely nineteen, and she had been a scant sixteen.

He had remained true to Linda during their hectic years of married life. He had been too involved in trying to make ends meet, raise their family, and keep things going for them to give much thought to cheating on her. It wasn't his nature to be a two-timing husband.

For almost fifteen years he'd stared at Linda's cunt, just like he was now staring at Alice's. There was a difference in the view. Linda's hairy cunt had been brownish in color, since she was a brown-haired girl. Alice, on the other hand, was a true blonde, with golden hair on her head and cunt.

A cunt he loved. Bending down, he pressed his lips gently to her moist cunt. Again and again he kissed the golden-haired slit. He eased, her ass upward, wrapped his hands under her thighs, and brought her lovely cunt to his face. With every lick of her cunt, he could feel his cock throbbing to greater hardness. It was surging up and down on the mattress.

He pursed his lips and kissed her cunt again and

again. Between kisses, he shoved his tongue out and licked voraciously at the widening slit. He slurped and kissed. Kissed and slurped. He rammed his tongue far in. He pushed her cunt hard against his fucking face. He drove his tongue deeper and deeper. He nipped at her ditty. He nipped at her vaginal lips. He eased fingers in and out of her tiny, puckered asshole.

He pulled her farther and farther onto his fucking face. He drove his tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Like a rapier, his tongue darted in and out of the wet hole. Unhurriedly he sucked her steaming cunt. He ran his tongue along her widening vaginal lips. He blew into the hairy opening. He tickled her cunt with his nose, burrowed deep into her widening slit. He removed his hands from around h amp;r lovely, rounded thighs and slid them upward onto her huge, solid tits.

Gently he fondled her big tits while sucking her hot cunt. This action heated her up, and caused his cock to assume gigantic proportions. He could feel her shudder and spasm. He sucked harder and shoved his tongue in deeper.

She moaned and thrashed around under his tongue-lashing. She brought her hands down and pushed against the back of his head, urging him to suck her all the more.

"Lick me off, you cunt-lapper! Suck my cunt! Squeeze my titties! You wonderful cunt-lapping bastard! It feels so good! Aaaaaaaah..

ooooooooh…"

She quivered, whimpered, and finally came in a gigantic orgasm.

"You made me come! You made me come!" She squeezed her legs together, locking his handsome face against her cunt. She humped her pussy up and down while unloading.

Jim, wishing he had a tongue a foot long so he could taste of her hot

juices, contented himself with licking and kissing her cunt while she spasmed. He shoved his tongue far in, trying vainly to get a taste of her creamy nectar. He felt the moistness of her velvety inner walls and licked at the wetness.

He sucked in deep breaths, and continued to fondle her lush titties.

Finally she reached down and pushed his fucking face away from her well-sucked cunt. "Enough yet!" she wailed. "It feels so good it hurts!"

Licking his chops, Jim stared down at the sucked pussy. It was still quivering. The vaginal lips were pulsating. The hole had been enlarged by his eager tongue. Bending forward, he gave the well-sucked cunt a farewell kiss, then he slowly eased upward between her legs. He kissed her belly button. He paused at her big tits. He gave each one a quick nibbling and sucking. Then he eased up again.

He kissed her throat, then her chin. He was now at her mouth. Staring deep into her big, baby-blue eyes, he whispered, "I love you, hon. I love you." He could feel his prick at the entrance to her cunt. He squirmed around a bit until he had it in perfect position.

"And I love you, you cunt-lapping bastard!" She said, pursing her lips. She stared deep into his hazel-colored eyes, which were now filled with glints of lust and passion.

He pressed his lips to hers in a soul kiss. At the same time, he slid eight inches of hard, solid cock into her well-lubricated cunt.

"Fuck me good, my adorable slut!" he ordered, showering her with kisses.

She complied. With a moan of delight at the feel of his enormous cock in her cunt, she began revolving under him.

She meshed her pussy onto his gigantic rod. Her well-rounded buttocks bounced around on the bed. She humped up and down, meeting his solid thrusts with the expertise gained from years of fucking experience. She had started fucking at age eighteen, and had been handling a steady stream of lovers until she finally settled down and married this one. The one with the biggest cock she'd ever handled.

"Sock it to me, dear! Shove that big old cock into me! Make me feel it!" With each word of encouragement, she moved her pussy up and down. She drew him close, until he was tightly pressed against her big tits. She pounded his bare back and squealed and moaned in ecstasy while he pounded cock in and out of her hot cunt.

The bed shook from the pounding bodies bouncing around. He increased the tempo. In. Out. His big cock pounded the well-sucked pussy, the hairy little slit he loved so much.

"C'mon, you fucking bitch," he encouraged, "wiggle your ass. Snap that cunt over my prick. Move it! Move it!"

He was sweating profusely. He- eased upward and stared down at her. Their eyes met.

"I'm fucking you, my adorable slut! My big fat prick is deep inside your big fat cunt!"

She nodded, her eyes filled with lust and love for this wonderful guy. "Yes. Yes. You're fucking me. I love it! Your big fat cock feels so good! Aaaaaaaaah… ooooooooooh..

He tried slowing the pace. He wanted to make it last. She was so hot tonight. So loving. It was a losing battle. He, too, was hot. Too hot to ease up. Furiously he pounded into her cunt. "I'm gonna come!" he rasped. "I'm gonna come… now.

She came with him, both bodies thrashing around on the bed, he with his big prick deeply immersed in her hot pussy, she with her hot cunt grabbing at his squirting cock and accepting it eagerly. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and pulled him in deeper and deeper while her steaming pussy tightened on his big cock. The two lovers were as one, neither one wanting to break the magic spell, the tender, loving moment of ecstasy.

A moment that had to end.

He flopped from atop his lovely wife and landed on his back on the bed. He was gasping and his hairy chest was heaving from the wild exertion, and possibly because he was pushing thirty-seven.

His hand flopped over and landed atop one of her well-rounded breasts. He grinned feebly while catching his breath. "You win, hon."

She smiled and placed a hand over his hand. She,

too, was a trifle breathless from the action, but not nearly as much as he. Impishly she reached down and played with his limp cock. "Let's get this bastard up again. I'm kinda hot tonight."

He groaned, and sighed wearily. "You've got to be kidding, hon. Get it up again? Hah! You trying to ruin me?" He chuckled and nuzzled against her. They had long ago given up on the two or three a night binges. For months now they had settled for a one a night, twice a week schedule.

"Maybe tomorrow night, hon?" he said, stroking her hand which was stroking his cock.

"Un-unh. Tomorrow's Saturday."

He groaned inwardly. Saturday nights they usually visited her parents, George and Mary Jennings. The Jennings lived in a big mansion out in the suburbs, a plush place that befitted the owner of Jennings Industries. Jim didn't look forward too keenly to these almost weekly visits. Not that he didn't get along with his in-laws. He got along fine. Especially at work. George Jennings was a hell of a good guy to work for. He had promoted him again and again to positions of responsibility, until now he was near the top.

Jim had decided the reason behind all this was because George thought of him as a son, instead of a son-in-law. Alice was an only child. She definitely couldn't carry on the business if something happened to George. He was settling for the next best possibility-grooming Jinx to take over the business.

Jim wished the social part could be kept separate from the business end, but since he was married to the boss' daughter, he realized it couldn't be. He was family. The logical man in line of succession.

The main reason he didn't enjoy his visits to the older folks' place was because of Alice's mother, Mary Jennings. The older woman tried to hide her

hostility toward him, but it often showed in little ways.

He knew that Mary Jennings would never really accept him. She would always resent the fact that her only child had married a divorced man. A much older man, who already had two teen-aged children. Mary tried to stifle her true inner feelings, but on occasion they came to the surface. Usually at the weekly get-togethers.

Alice crinkled her nose at Jim's reluctant prick. Even under her fondling, it refused to get hard again.

"Okay, we'll save it for another time," she said, removing her fingers from his cock and staring reflectively at the ceiling. "Now to another subject." She turned onto her side and stared into his eyes.

"Oh, now what?" He turned on his side and faced her. He was no longer breathing heavily. Idly, he reached over and fondled her large tits. He tweaked at the taut nipples.

"Your children." Alice's 'voice was flat, her face unsmiling.

"Karen and Bob? Now what've they done?" He sighed. Their married life had been idyllic to date, except for one small defect. His children by his first marriage. A sticky point.

Alice flushed. She knew when she'd married this handsome man, she'd have this problem. She figured she could cope with it. So far, it hadn't worked out too well. Bob, the sixteen-year-old boy, wasn't the problem.

It was Karen, the eighteen-year-old girl, who presented the heartaches.

Alice smiled and nuzzled up to him. "It's not so much what they've done," she whispered. "It's what they might do. Karen, especially," she added.

He frowned. "What's all this leading up to?"

"I think it's about time you had a long talk with your daughter!" Alice propped up on the bed and stared deep into his troubled eyes.

"About what?" he agonized.

"About the facts of life. Karen's going on eighteen. In case you haven't noticed it, she's quite a young lady."

"Hell, she's just a kid!" Like most fathers, he refused to admit his girl was growing up. To him, she was still a baby.

Karen had long brown hair and soft, brown eyes. She was a sophomore at the nearby high school. A very pretty, very active girl, but to him, she was still just a baby. His little girl. Daddy's little bundle of joy.

Alice snorted. "You'd better take a few more good looks at your little kid. She's developing fast."

"So what's the problem?"

"Maybe you haven't been noticing that she's growing up, but believe me, the boys at her school have been noticing it. I'm afraid she's going to get

in trouble unless someone fills her in on the facts of life. Like I mean, baby trouble."

He paled. The frown deepened. "What're you getting at?"

Alice sighed. "The other night, while you were at your lodge meeting, I happened to be looking out the kitchen window. I'd heard a noise in the back. The lights were off. Anyway, I peeked out."

"And?" His voice was hoarse.

"I saw Karen and a boy from her school. They were parked behind the garage. They were in the back seat of his car.".

"Necking?" He grinned in relief. "All kids do a bit of necking at that age."

Alice shook her head firmly. "They weren't exactly necking." Reaching down, she grabbed his prick and waved it suggestively. "I think you should have a long talk with her. Explain about these things. And these…" She placed his fingers on her cunt.

He groaned. "Already? She's only eighteen."

Alice shrugged. "Girls have had babies at twelve, or even eleven years of age. Not that I'm saying Karen might get hooked that way. All I'm saying is someone should talk to her. Find out how much she knows. Explain the facts of life to her."

"How 'bout you talking to her, hon?"

Alice grimaced. "Me? You're out of your mind! Karen hates me! It's all she can do to try and be civil with me. She only speaks to me when absolutely necessary. Or haven't you noticed?" Alice's voice was filled with sadness. She had tried to get through to the young girl but had failed

miserably. Karen deeply resented the woman who had replaced her mother.

He nodded. He, too, had noticed the way Karen treated Alice. It bothered him. Karen was very spiteful toward Alice. There was no love lost between the two girls. He had tried several times to bridge the gap between them, but had finally given up. He had hoped that time would heal the chasm between Karen and Alice.

It hadn't.

He wished that Karen was more like Bob, her older brother. Bob probably resented his marrying Alice, too. But he had managed to cope with the problem. Unlike his sister, he was very friendly toward Alice. He never got around to calling her Mom, or Mother. He simply called her Alice. The two had a good relationship going. At least they weren't at each other's throats, like Karen and Alice.

"What can I say to the kid?" he asked. Karen and he had sort of drifted apart since the marriage to Alice. She had always been Daddy's little girl. Now she was almost a stranger to him. She had withdrawn into her own little world from which he'd been excluded. "Hell, she hardly speaks to me any more. I think she resents me, too."

"She does. She hasn't forgiven you for marrying me. She never will."

"So maybe we ought to just let things ride?"

Alice shrugged. "She's your daughter. You want to let her carry on with

the boys without at least giving her the facts of life, that's your decision."

"I guess I'll try and talk to her-someday."

"I wouldn't wait too long, dear." Alice stared deep into his eyes. "The other day while I was making up the beds when you were at work, and the kids were at school, I found a magazine in her room." She flushed.

"You pried into her things?" He clucked his tongue. Alice had insisted on being a housewife since their marriage. They could have afforded a servant, or a m~iid, but she wanted to be a housewife. Making up beds, cleaning the house, cooking meals and the works.

"I didn't piy! I happened to see this magazine she had hidden on her bureau. I was curious because of the cover." She grimaced. "It was a sex magazine. I left it exactly where I found it, but not until I looked through it." She shuddered. "I think you better have a long talk with your daughter," she announced firmly.

"Hmm. I see what you mean." Glancing at his watch, he mumbled, "It might as well be now. It's early evening. No sense putting it off any longer."

He ambled into the bathroom to refresh himself and take a quick shower. Then he slid into his pajamas before tackling his growing daughter.

His little problem child. Daddy's little girl.