Jeff lay next to Diane, his cold-fish wife, and almost laughed at his misery. Jesus, twenty years he'd lived with this bitch. And now, on the night of their seventeenth anniversary, she wouldn't even fuck him.
He remembered the night she'd told him she was pregnant. It was the same night that Marie had announced that she was marrying that asshole, Arnold Moller. Boy, had that been a mistake. A year later, Marie had found out he was really gay and left him. Marie had told him that all Arnold wanted was a blow job now and then, and once in a while he shoved his dick up her ass.
Yes, Marie had had a lousy marriage. Of course, she'd had two more since then. Or was it three? Jeff couldn't remember. God, it had been four years since he'd even talked to Marie on the telephone, let alone see her in person.
He wondered if she were still as beautiful. He hoped so. Too bad about her lousy marriages.
But then, was his any better?
Shit, he hadn't fucked Diane in two months. He was beginning to feel desperate. And even when she let him screw her she lay passives and disinterested. She said he was a rotten fucker, and that some of the men she had had before their marriage knew how to fulfill her pussy needs.
She had put on a little weight, and instead of the slim, willowy, long-legged girl she had been, she was now a mature but beautiful woman with an exceptionally attractive figure. Her firm tits were larger, her pelvic area more feminine, her hips softer and, above all, her ass cheeks had that extra fleshiness that drove him mad when she walked around in her tights or when he touched them.
But if she had grown physically more desirable, she had become sexually colder with the passage of the years.
Yeah, he had a shitty marriage, but he was still hot for this bitch he called his wife. She was even more beautiful now than she had been when he married her.
He could feel the softness of her thigh through the robe she always wore to bed. Just the nearness of her body made his dick swell.
Damnit, on their anniversary they should be fucking!
He reached out to feel her tits though the flimsy material of the robe, but she turned away from him, pressing her breasts into the soft bed.
His hand now moved over her naked, thighs and under her garment till he grasped one of her luscious ass cheeks in his hand. Gently, he let his fingers touch the cunt crevice between the two cheeks. Again, she moved to show her displeasure, but by now be was determined to fuck her.
"Please, Jeff," she pleaded, "please leave my pussy alone. I'm tired."
"Shit," he said. "I've got to fuck you. I just can't go on like this!"
As he spoke, he moved against her and gripped her waist, trying to turn her towards him. She let herself be moved onto her ass, but when she looked at him her eyes were filled with distaste and hostility.
"Oh, for God's sake, leave my cunt alone, can't you? How many more times will I have to tell you?"
"Oh, honey, please, let me fuck you tonight! You know how desperately I want you."
His eyes were filled with desire for her cunt and she looked at him with a kind of distant contempt. "Well, if you do fuck me tonight it will be rape, I'm warning you, Jeff."
She lay there passive, her eyes still dark and hostile, as he pushed the gown up her thighs and reached up to her tits.
He twirled her nipple between his finger and thumb, feeling a shiver of pleasure at touching her and anticipating the moment when he would, take it in his mouth and suck on it.
"Oh, Christ," Diane hissed. "Must you?"
"I must, damnit!"
The feel of the lovely tit sent his big prick into full erection. He was beginning to feel a new eagerness to fuck her. He could no longer wait to take the nipple in his mouth, and pushing the gown right up her body, he bent over and sucked it into his mouth, nipping it gently with his teeth as he sucked.
Diane was still cold, but for once she wasn't actively pushing his cock away. His left hand moved down her stomach and caressed the hair of her cunt. It slid into the tightly closed thighs, pressing them apart before seizing her cunt with deliberate roughness.
His middle finger parted the groove of her cuntlips, gliding from bottom to top. The feel sent tremors of desire through his cock and balls. Then his fingertip found her clitoris.
Taking his mouth from her tit, he swung around and parted her thighs even wider. He pushed his head between them and brought his mouth to her cuntlips, pushing his nose into her cunt as his tongue lapped at her clit.
Jeff ran the tips of his fingers lightly, lovingly, over the tender flesh of her soft, gorgeous thighs. Her skin was like a ripe peach and the touch made his balls ache and his cock strain. He feasted his eyes on her cunt.
The aroma of her body wafted through his senses and made his heart beat faster. She smelled of animal excitement mixed with soap. Slowly, he spread the lips of her pussy with the tips of his probing fingers. He again inhaled deeply of her intoxicating scent, then leaned forward and brought the tip of his tongue back to her clit.
Diane leaned back on the bed with a sense of disgust sweeping through her. She closed her eyes and began silently chanting the theme that had taken her through several unpleasant situations in life: "This too shall pass – this too shall pass."
She prayed he would hurry and let her go to sleep. She admitted to herself that she had mixed emotions about letting him touch her. She didn't like having him touch her, and the things he did to her excited her. She felt his tongue slide slowly up and down the length of her slit, teasing, caressing, licking, lapping her sensitive skin. Then, when he brought his tongue to her clitoris, her entire body began to tremble. He was flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across the quivering surface, and her whole body grew taut and excited.
Let him, her mind cried, let him fuck you and get it over with!
"Jeff?" she said calmly, without emotion.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me. Go ahead. Put your dick in me and fuck me."
Jeff didn't pay any attention to the way she said it. The fact that she had said it, and he was at last going to get his dick in her cunt, was enough.
He moved between her thighs quickly. He slid forward until the head of his cock was bathed in the juice of her cunt.
Reaching under her buttocks, he grasped one soft ass cheek in each hand as he began to move up and down the wet slit, his prick now bathed in the mixture of her cunt secretions and his saliva.
Then, the head of his throbbing cock poised at her clenched cunt-hole, he lunged.
He saw her wince with pain. He was hurting her and he was glad. His mind was encouraging him. Go on, give it to her. That's it! Give it to her good!
Jeff felt the softness under him and around him. He clutched at her soft ass cheeks and held on. His body worked furiously.
Diane groaned. "This is nothing but a rape," she gasped.
Ignoring her, he rammed his dick into her until his pulsing prick was as deep inside her cunthole as he could reach, his pelvis hard against hers. He looked down at her face and tried to kiss her, but she moved her head away and he contented himself with her throat, wetting her with his saliva and then pressing his lips into her soft flesh, as he moved his cock with slow, steady strokes in her luscious pussy channel.
He felt an urgent desire to conquer her, to escape from his frustrations by fucking her completely with ruthless disregard for her feelings. Her cunt was now the vehicle for his lust and he would take what he wanted from it, use it, take it, possess it.
"Come, Jeff. Please hurry up and come."
"You bitch!"
He shoved into her cunt with long, deliberate thrusts, rotating his pelvis at the same time so that his prick moved up the clinging walls, creating the maximum friction.
At that point his head of hot cum built up like steam in a boiler. He began to blast along inside her, tremors surging through his body. A few more savage thrusts and he was cm the brink of orgasm.
"There, there! Now, NOW!" he screamed.
"Thank God," Diane moaned.
Just as he started to come, Jeff pulled his dick from her aunt and shot his sticky cum in great globs all over her belly, her tits and her face.
"You asshole!" Diane cried. "You fucking asshole! Why the hell did you do that?"
"Because we don't want any more kids. Two's enough."
"I can't have any more kids. You know that, you prick."
"Yeah," he smiled, "I know it." He rolled off the bed and grabbed a pillow. "Let's just say I felt like doing it. I'll sleep in the study."
"Good," was her only reply as he left the bedroom and moved though the house.
It was only ten-thirty, so Jeff decided to walk in the yard and smoke a cigarette before turning in. He was surprised to see a light on in his oldest daughter's bedroom. The curtain was open.
Curious, he approached the window and then came up short, his breath catching in his throat. He saw his two daughters through the window. They were naked, and they were caressing each other's tits.
They took his breath away, and as he tried to get a better view of them, the whole scene suddenly began to arouse him, even though the two girls involved were his own daughters, Gretchen and Fiona.
He felt ashamed of himself as he hid behind a shrub not more than a few feet from the window and looked in on his two naked daughters. And then he realized what he was seeing.
The oldest, Gretchen, was the picture of her mother, with high, full tits, a narrow waist and wide, womanly hips. Her cunt bush was also like Diane's, dark and glossy.
Her sister, Fiona, was not quite so tall as Gretchen, she had a slim, beautiful body and a slightly olive complexion that contrasted sharply with her ash-blonde hair. And, perhaps, there was something slightly mischievous about her way of looking at you, a kind of elfish quality that was irresistible.
With a shock, Jeff suddenly realized that his cock was hard. It brought him back to earth with a thud. As he stood there, he realized that he was actually looking at his daughters as potential fuck partners.
The terrible idea of fucking one or both of them began to possess him.
He watched, fascinated, as Gretchen leaned over and moved her hand up between her sister's thighs. Up, up they went, until she was at Fiona's pussy. Jeff saw his daughter put her hand on Gretchen's lush hair, part her legs and almost in a whisper say, "Oh, it's so exciting when you do that to my pussy!"
Gretchen looked up at her sister and let her fingers stray up. She gently pressed Fiona's cunt lips. "You like it when I do that, too?"
"Yes," Fiona moaned, "don't stop!" And then she said in her low, husky voice that was even more provocative than her elder sister's, "It excites me as much as when you kiss my titties!"
"Come on, Fiona," Gretchen urged, "lie on the bed. I'll get you off good!"
Fiona flopped across the bed and spread her legs wide. Gretchen sat at her side and then slowly ran her fingers down her sister's body from above her tits to her flat belly and lush cunt hair. Then she moved along her cunt crevice until finally she let her fingers firmly part the golden-haired cunt lips and feel for her sister's stiffening clitoris.
"Gretchen?"
"Yes, baby?"
"I want you to do it for real this time. I want you to do it all the way!"
"Are you sure?" the older girl whispered, frowning down at her sister.
"Yes. I want you to really finger-fuck me. I want you to ram your fingers up my cunt and bust my cherry good!"