My horny home

CHAPTER FIVE

Jim's mental anguish increased as the days went by with no relief in sight. He had tried calling Alice at her parents' home. She hung up on him and refused to talk to him. At the office things were just as bad. Alice's father, his boss, George Jennings, was aware that they had split. Alice was now back with them.

After a few days of silence and trying to act as though nothing were wrong, George finally brought up the subject. It was after a meeting of the executives in the boardroom. He had asked Jim to stay. Clearing his throat and eyeing his number-one man, he said, "I know your personal life is none of my business, Jim, but would you mind filling me in on what's wrong between you and Alice?"

"Alice didn't tell you?"

"Un-unh. She's clammed up about it. She won't even discuss the subject." George sighed. The older, gray-haired executive drummed his fingers on the conference table and peered intently at his key man. "We can't let things ride like this, m'boy. It creates too much tension. I'd like to see you two get together again."

"There's nothing I'd like better, sir."

"Of course Mary is all for you and Alice splitting up for good." He leaned back in his chair and puffed at his cigar. "Your mother-in-law never did accept you fully, Jim." He laughed harshly. "I kinda think she's encouraging Alice to stay home. If we could only get her to at least go see you again. To let you and her talk things over. I kinda think Alice would welcome the chance. Now that she's been gone about a week. I'm sure she misses you."

"And I miss her!"

George shrugged his heavy shoulders. "Is what happened all that bad? That you can't even get together and talk things over?"

"It… it concerns the kids. Karen!" he blurted, flushing.

"Oh?" George nodded. "I kinda suspected it was something like that. When Alice first mentioned she was thinking of marrying you a ample years ago and I found out you had the two kids, I told her it wouldn't work out." Looking at Jim sharply, he asked, "Is it something real bad?"

The flush in Jim's face deepened. "Karen and her never did hit it off," he explained. "Karen resents her taking her mother's place. And Alice being so young and pretty doesn't help. I think Karen actually hates Alice."

"And Bob?"

He shrugged. "Bob kinda likes Alice. They get along real fine. The trouble's with Karen and Alice."

George nodded. "I thought so." He leaned forward. "I had a talk with Alice last night."

"And?" Hope sprang to Jim's eyes.

"I laid it on the line for her. I don't know what happened between you, her, and Karen. I really don't want to know. I gave Alice an ultimatum. I told her she'd have to get together with you-tonight! If she didn't, I'd kick her ass out of my house. I don't want a pouting, miserable girl lousing up my life. I think a talk between you could solve everything. If not, she could get a divorce and that would wind it up for good. The way things are it's too miserable. What with Mary taking her side, and me sort of leaning to you…

"And what did she say about talking things over?"

"She'll be at your place tonight! Seven o'clock. For a showdown." George arose heavily to his feet, his big decision, having been made. He held out his hand. "It's up to you, son. I'm pulling for you. Lots of luck."

"Gee, thanks, sir!"

He faced Alice in their bedroom. It was just past seven o'clock. Karen had gone off to visit a school chum. Bob was downstairs in the garage with a couple of his friends. They were tinkering with the old car and trying to get it running.

He smiled and poured a round of drinks. Handing, one to Alice, who was sitting primly and stiffly on her vanity stool, he said, "Where shall we begin, hon?"

She glared and nodded toward the bed. "This coming to see you wasn't my idea. The last time I was in this room, you were in Karen! Your own daughter! Frankly, after that, I don't think we have anything to talk about, or discuss. But Daddy insisted I at least talk to you."

He flushed. Alice was unbending. Unyielding. She hadn't thawed one bit. Sipping at his drink, he chose his words carefully. He knew his, entire future depended on how he handled this moment. If Alice decided to divorce him, it would be the end. He would lose his job. He would no longer be in line for the presidency of the company. He would be an outcast. He could never get another job like he had. He owed everything he had to this blonde girl who was glaring at him.

"Would it help if I explained exactly what happened that night, hon?"

She shrugged. "Suppose you tell me how many more times it's happened since I left? Do you take Karen to bed with you every night?" Her voice had a cutting edge.

"Don't talk so stupid! Of course I don't. Nothing's happened since that

time!"

It wasn't exactly the truth, but it was close. After Alice had flounced off that night, he had spent the balance of the night with Karen. The following day, he had came back to reality. The enormity of what he'd done had finally settled in, and he had sobered. Since then he had avoided getting involved with Karen sexually.

Childlike, she had pouted and had tried to lure him back into bed, but he had avoided her. A coolness and stiffness had sprung up again between Jim and his daughter. He was appalled at what he had done. He had tried to explain to her that what they'd done was terribly wrong. Perverted. Obscene. Karen hadn't agreed. She'd used her childlike logic about sex. She claimed it was just a physical act. Everyone did it.

He blamed the permissive sex education she was getting in school for her warped viewpoint. She had insisted they could continue fucking each other. That it wasn't really all that bad. He had tried to preach a different morality. The morality that had been his creed during his formative years. There had been sharp disagreement on their parts. She was barely civil to-him. He tried not to get too angry with her.

Dropping to his knees before Alice, he took her reluctant hands in his and stared pleadingly into her baby-blue eyes. She tried to pull her hands away and get up. He held her in place.

"You're going to listen to me!" he said.

She listened, at first unwillingly, and with doubt in her eyes. He explained the whole thing, from the time he stepped from the bathroom and had seen Karen in the bedroom, to the moment Alice had stomped from the house, slamming doors behind her. During his explanation he interspersed his thoughts about the whole thing. How he had tried to talk the kid out of her wild notions.

He also explained how he had drunk heavily during the ordeal with his daughter. He confessed

that his mind hadn't been as sharp as usual because of the many drinks he'd had. Indirectly he laid the blame on himself, but used as his excuse the fact that he was too drunk to resist the temptation.

He noticed during his recital of the events that the glare receded from Alice's eyes. He stroked his hands along her miniskirt.

"And believe me, hon," he whispered, "it hasn't happened since. I'm so ashamed of myself." The sorrowful tale he was unfolding had its effect on him. Tears misted his eyes. He placed his head in her lap and sniffled. "Darling, darling," he murmured, "please forgive me."

Alice, who had come to the house with the intention of reading the final riot act to him, and bluntly informing him that she had thought things over and had decided on a divorce as her big decision, felt herself melting in her firm resolve. Jim's explanation was logical. It could have happened exactly the way he'd said. Knowing Karen, and how Karen hated her, she realized that it was probably the Way it had happened.

The sight of Jim's tears, the sob in his voice, and the remorse he felt about what had happened touched her heart. She was not a bitter, unforgiving person. She had always believed that there was good in all persons. The anger and heartbreak began to recede during his confession.

She began crying with hint Impulsively she lowered her hand and stroked his head in her lap.

"I understand, dear," she murmured.

He peered up at her with tear-stained eyes. He smiled wanly. "You'll

forgive me?"

"I… I…" The last vestige of anger left. She nodded. "I forgive you, dear, but I can't forget!" She shuddered. Even now, a week later, the scene was picture clear in her mind. The sight of the man she loved shoving his big fat cock into another girl, the girl being his own daughter! A eighteen-year old kid! It was a disturbing picture.

"I know." He nodded miserably. "It still haunts me." He shuddered. "My own daughter!"

She continued stroking his long hair. "If I do forgive you, dear. If we kiss and make up, get back together, how will we cope? Knowing what has happened? Karen still living here?"

He hopped to his feet and drew her up. He crushed her to him.

"She's my problem," he said firmly. "I'll take care of her!"

"Oh?" She frowned, remembering how he had taken care of her a week ago.

He flushed, then smiled. "I don't mean that way, silly." He kissed her. "I mean like a father should handle a spoiled brat. I'll explain to her there'll be no more of that kind of stuff. In fact, we've already talked it over. She understands how I feel about you. And her. I think she'll be different in the future."

"I hope so. She's been unbearable."

"She'll never really accept you-as a mother. She'll always resent your taking Linda's place. The fact that you 'it so young and pretty adds to her problem," he explained, "but I'm quite sure things'll be different in the future. At least, we can give it a try."

Alice nodded. "Yes," she whispered, willing to forgive and try to forget.

"Then you'll come back?"

"I am back." She nuzzled into the haven of his embrace. "I ye missed you so much. I've been so miserable," she sobbed.

A wave of relief swept through him. He crushed her to his body. He stroked her back. He kissed her tenderly. He stared deep into her lovely blue eyes, so filled with love and tenderness.

"I love you, hon. I love you."

He kissed her mouth. He pressed his lips to her eyes, to her cheeks and to her chin. He fumbled with her clothing and soon had her naked. He quickly undressed.

His prick was surging hard. It bounced against her golden-haired cunt when he crushed her to his body.

"You wonderful girl," he whispered. "You've made me so happy." He pressed his lips to hers. "I'm going to kiss you all over, hon."

She nodded. "Please do."

He lowered her to the bed and stared humbly at his wife. He couldn't quite understand his daughter constantly alluding to his wife as being fat. A trifle chubby, yes, but fat, no. Alice was ideal for him.

Unhurriedly he stared at his wonderful wife. He bent down and stroked her creamy, pinkish-white inner thighs. Smiling impishly at her, he ran his fingers along her fuzzy, golden-haired pussy.

"Can I kiss your cunt, hon?" he teased, pursing his lips.

Humping her cunt upward, she grinned. "Be my guest!"

He slid alongside her and placed his mouth on her pussy. Happily and expertly, he plunged his tongue far in and licked at her moistness. He flapped his fat tongue all around the vaginal walls and slurped it in and out. He had been sucking Alice's cunt ever since they were married, and he knew exactly how she liked it done.

He rolled her onto her Side, wrapped his hands around her ample butt, and pulled her cunt forward. He jabbed fingers in and out of her puckered asshole while reaming her cunt out with his hot tongue.

She moaned and bounced around under his tongue-lashing. Alice thoroughly enjoyed getting her pussy sucked. It really turned her on.

She stared at his hardening cock. She had missed it so much the past week. 'She gathered it into her hands and fondled it. She inched around on the bed until she was atop him, her knees on either side of his waist. She lowered her moist cunt to his fucking face. She crushed her hot pussy onto his willing mouth.

"Suck it, dear," she whispered, meshing her cunt down hard, and wriggling it around on his face.

In between sucks, he murmured, "Yes. Yes?

He roved his tongue all around her hot cunt. He stroked his tongue up to her asshole and dipped it far into the tight hole. He soon had her asshole as loose as her cunt.

Alice continued meshing her hot cunt onto his handsome face. She continued fondling his bone-hard prick. With each suck of her cunt, his

prick seemed to get larger and larger. She held it with both hands, and there was still plenty of cock showing above her fingers. He was really hot tonight.

She bent forward and, holding his surging cock still, kissed the big cockhead, a few drops of lubricant oozing forth. She licked the head thoroughly. She then ran her tongue down the entire length of his cock. She buried her face in his hairy balls and kissed the big sac. She moved him around slightly and jammed a finger up his asshole.

With her fingers still exploring his asshole, she eased her tongue back up his cock. She had been sucking him off since they had first wed. She knew how to give him the utmost pleasure. Opening her mouth wide, she slid her lips over his cockhead. Ever so slowly, she eased her face down onto his enormous shaft.

Inch by inch his big cock slid down her eager throat. She adjusted and sucked, adjusted and sucked. She recalled that the first few times she'd sucked him off after their marriage, his big cock had almost choked her. It still gagged her some, but she had learned to handle it. Her cheeks billowed in and out with each suck of the enormous rod.

The two lovers bounced around on the bed for a few minutes. Then Jim remembered his vow to give her a good night of love. The works.

Reluctantly he disengaged his face from her well-sucked cunt. He slid out from under her. He was now sitting up, staring owlishly at the asshole he'd been reaming with tongue and fingers.

He kissed the gooey hole again, then slid all the way up, keeping her on her knees, head bent forward, titties bouncing against the bed, and ass pushed back toward him. He knelt quickly behind her, kissed her asshole a few more times, reamed it out with tongue and fingers, then, taking aim, he shoved his enormous cock forward, directly in fine with her asshole.

Gently he eased the big cockhead into the small, puckered hole. He was sweating profusely, though the room was comfortably air-conditioned. He pushed and pushed, being careful not to hurt her.

Alice wiggled and moaned and eased back to accept the ass-fucking. She had never quite adjusted to this type of lovemaking. She thoroughly enjoyed getting fucked in the ass, but there were times when her asshole wouldn't cooperate. The

little hole always seemed to revert back to its normal size, which was too small to accept his big cock. She had found out from past experience, however, that with a bit of effort, he could always get his big cock into her.

He pushed gently, easing the cockhead in. He felt it plop inward and smiled in relief.

'There!" he chortled. "It's in!"

Having gotten the head in, the rest was easier. His enormous cock followed the cockhead into her well-sucked asshole. He watched in awe while the big cock disappeared into the puckered brown hole.

She shared his awe. The anguish and pain of his big cock sliding into her asshole quickly abated when her inner moisture lubricated his shaft. It slid

in and out more easily, pushing hard against her inner walls and burying itself deep inside her butt.

"Fuck my ass, you big-cocked bastard!" she chortled happily, moving her ass back and forth eagerly. "C'mon, dear, fuck my asshole! Fuck it good!"

He slapped her on the ample asscheeks while continuing to pour cock into her hole. He enjoyed the sight of her big ass moving back and forth, her big tits bouncing around on the bed, her face, contorted with sheer pleasure, peering around at him to watch the action. To watch him pound cock into her asshole.

She blew him a lewd kiss. "I love you, you ass-fucking bastard!" she whimpered.

Holding tightly to her hips, he rammed his cock harder and harder into her asshole. He felt himself building up to a gigantic climax. He felt an overwhelming urge to fill her asshole with a load of hot come.

With a great effort, he resisted this temptation. He wanted to go the route with her tonight. To prove his love for her.

He pulled his cock from her steaming asshole. He eased it toward her face.

"Suck it oft hon, then I'll fuck your cunt!" he ordered, aiming his cock at her mouth.

Obediently and without hesitation, Alice opened her mouth. She took the shitty prick into, her mouth and eagerly sucked it clean. She frowned when he pulled it out. She licked her lips and rolled over onto her back, spread her legs wide and lifted her knees.

Unhurriedly, he climbed aboard. He kissed her, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth and dueling with her tongue. Then he slid his enormous cock

into her well-sucked cunt.

It entered with a plop. He shoved it all the way

in. He began humping up and down. She matched his movements. In. Out. The two lovers meshed in perfect harmony. He slid his hands down and pushed them under her ample asscheeks. He pulled her up and down, using her asscheeks for leverage.

"You fucking slut," he whispered happily. "I love you! I love you!"

"And I love you, you perverted bastard," she replied smilingly. "Now, c'mon, you big-cocked bastard. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, bouncing up and down eagerly. "Fuck me good! Aaahhh… ooooooooh!"

The two reunited lovers bounced around on the bed as tough making up for lost time. A tremendous heat generated between them. His prick was harder than it had been in a long time. He shoved it in mid out.

"I'm gonna come!" he wailed, trying to hold off, to make it last. "I'm… going to… come!"

He unloaded. A gigantic wad of hot, creamy come. Again and again he surged forward. Again and again he unleashed his load into her steamy cunt

She came with him. She thrashed, moaned and wailed happily as she cut loose with a matching orgasm. Their hot juices meshed together in a seething cauldron of love. Their two naked bodies intermingled and became as one.

At last nature took its course. The roaring fires ebbed. The lust and passions cooled. The hot cock wilted. It slid from the equally hot cunt which had been filled with his hot, creamy come.

He moved his bulky weight from her naked loveliness. His chest was heaving. He gasped for breath. At his age these wild sessions took quite a bit out of him. A man could stand just so much. Turning to her, he sighed, sucked in a few deep breaths, and calmed down.

Inching forward, he kissed her tenderly, and whispered, "I love you, hon. Don't ever leave me again."

"I won't," she promised, a contented smile on her pretty, flushed face. She ran fingers through his mass of curly brown hair. "I'll never leave you again. Never."

Placing her warm hand on his limp cock, he suggested hopefully, "Maybe we can get this bastard up again tonight?"

Removing her fingers, she shook her head. "Un-unh. We're not about to wear you out in one night. We'll have plenty of time for that-now that we re back together. Let's just lie here and talk. After all, I've been gone a week." She snuggled against him, happy and content just to be back. To be near the man she loved.

"What'll we talk about?" he asked, sighing contentedly. She was so right. Another session like they'd just had and he'd be pussy-whipped. It was best to pace himself.

"Let's talk about that hateful daughter of yours.

He winced, and nodded.

Karen walked from her girl friend's house. She had enjoyed the talk she'd had with Angie, who lived in the next block. Angie was such a wise person, and she did have a bunch of wild magazines and books hidden away. Angie was almost a year older than Karen, and so much more experienced.

She frowned when she approached the driveway of her home. She stared hard at the car parked in front of the garage, where Bob and his buddies were still working.

It was Alice's car!

Her heart pounding and the blood rushing to her head, she went into the house. What the hell was her stepmother doing here?

She rushed into the living room. Empty. She zipped through the kitchen, dining room, den, and back to the living room. The lights were on in a few of the rooms, but there was no sign of Dad and Alice. She bit her lips. Her thoughts were troubled. Anguish built up. Her resentment for her stepmother boiled anew. She had no right coming back here. She should stay away after what had happened. She should divorce Daddy.

This wasn't her home. This place belonged to her, Daddy, and Bob. Alice had no business being here. She was an interloper. She should never have married Daddy in the first place. The thoughts raced through her mind as she raced through the downstairs looking for them. Tears misted her eyes. Damn her! Damn that big fat blonde hussy who had stolen her Daddy!

Her initial shock and anger wore off. Common sense returned. Logic took hold of her tortured mind. If they weren't downstairs, obviously they were upstairs. Maybe Alice had come back to get the rest of her clothes and things. This thought cheered her. She slowly went up the carpeted stairway leading to the second floor.

Noticing a light on in the master bedroom where the door was slightly ajar, she stealthily headed toward the room. Luckily, the hallway was covered completely with a thick carpet. She didn't make a sound as she crept up on them. She could hear voices.

Inching along the wall in the darkened hallway, she sidled up to the

partially opened bedroom door. By maneuvering around; she could peer in without being seen.

She craned her neck and focused her eyes at the dimly lit room. She saw the bed. She saw the two figures on the bed. She gulped and bit back a gasp of dismay at the sight that met her startled glance.

At the moment, the two lovers were sucking each other off. Alice was atop Daddy. She had his big cock in her mouth, eagerly sucking it. At the same time, he was nibbling at her cunt. It. was an awe-inspiring sight. One she had never witnessed before. She had seen pictures of similar action in some of Angie's magazines, but this was the first time she had seen it in the flesh.

She flushed and felt an urge to leave. Curiosity kept her there. She continued to stare with mounting awe at the unfolding scene. She saw Daddy ram his cock up Alice's ass. She saw Alice sucking Daddy's shitty cock. She saw them culminate their love with the hot fuck.

All during this action her thoughts whirled. It was an eye-opening sight. She flushed hotly when they finished and she heard them announce They would talk about her. That was her cue to leave. She didn't want to hear what They were going to say.

She stealthily slipped past the bedroom and headed for her own room. She eased in and flopped onto the bed. Her face was flushed. Her thoughts were raging torrents of discontent.

Uppermost in her troubled thoughts was the knowledge that she had lost her battle to separate Daddy and Alice. Her stepmother being in the house, being loved by Daddy, was a sure sign that she'd forgiven him. That she was back to stay.

Karen flopped onto her back and stared sorrowfully at the ceiling. Her well-laid plan had backfired. Daddy had been very cool to her the past week. He'd been filled with remorse and regret for what he'd done. Now this. Kissing and making up with Alice. It was the end.

Her thoughts turned to what she'd witnessed in the bedroom. She slid her hand down. She touched her moist cunt- It had generated moisture from watching the two lovers. She spread her legs wide and eased her finger around to her tiny, puckered asshole. She flushed. She had always thought this tiny hole had but one purpose. To shit through. Now, she knew it had another. She recalled the

sight of Daddy's huge cock sliding in and out of Alice's ass.

A tight smile came to her lips. Her agile, childlike mind began clicking. Maybe, just maybe, she could get Daddy away from that fat bitch he'd married. The thought was intriguing. She put her mind to work on the idea.