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SE-1034 Hot Bed Family by David Ingram

Chapter 1

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.

Chapter 2

"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."

"Yeah, it's lonely around here without them," Linda said.

In the midst of wedding preparations, Linda's aunt had had a heart attack, and her mother had had to

rush to her side. She took Linda's brother Peter along. They were on their way back, due in the next

evening.

Linda looked at her father, her dark eyes sparkling. "I've kind of liked it with just you and me here," she

said, pouting.

Dan stepped over and hugged his daughter, quickly aware of the fullness of her young breasts against his

chest. "I like it that way, too, Linda, but you're never here, always out somewhere."

"I can change that if you want me to," Linda said softly, kissing her father on the lips.

Linda felt very strongly about her father, beyond the normal limits of a daughter for her father. He was an

attractive man, tall and handsome. He still had a full head of hair at forty-three.

Dan gently pushed his daughter away, blushing slightly, fearful that she would feel his cock against her

leg. He had certainly been aware that it pressed against her leg.

"When little girls grow up, they aren't supposed to kiss their daddies like that," he said.

"I like to kiss my daddy like that," Linda answered.

"I guess I have to admit that I liked it, too." He held her at arm's length. "Have you been drinking, kitten?"

Linda blushed. "Yes, we had a few drinks. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not. You were with your fiance; you were safe."

Linda whirled away to hide her blush and plopped heavily on the couch, pulling her legs up under her.

"Let's have a drink together, Daddy. We never have."

Dan stared at his daughter. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs. God, she's beautiful, he thought, no girl

of nineteen has a right to be so well filled out; it's against all laws of nature. "Okay, but just one, then it's

to bed with you."

Linda smiled at him, aware that he was staring at her thighs.

He went to the buffet and got two glasses. "Scotch or bourbon?" he asked.

"Scotch. A little water and no ice," she said.

When he returned with the drinks, he darted a glance at her legs. Her skirt was higher, and he could see

the edge of her panties. Dark hair protruded from the edges, showing in sharp contrast against her white

legs. He wanted to slip his hand in the pocket of his robe and push his cock down, which was hardening

against his will, but he was afraid she would notice.

"How is Bill standing up under all this?" he said, sitting beside her.

"William? Just fine. He did get a little drunk tonight, though." She giggled. "A bunch of the guys I went to

high school with are having a bachelor party for him tomorrow night; giving him a last fling." Her legs

parted a bit wider. "Why don't they have bachelor parties for girls, Daddy? Do they think it's only men

that want to sow a few wild oats before they take the fatal plunge? Girls have sexual urges, too, you

know."

Yes, Daddy knew. At least some girls had sexual urges, others he wasn't sure about. His wife, Helen,

didn't seem to, not any more, anyway. He wondered if she had ever cheated on him, almost hoping that

she had. He was sure that a lot of wives had no sexual urges at all, that they spent more time thinking of

ways to avoid sex than they spent cooking and caring for their homes. Most of his friends' wives seemed

like that. He wished that Helen still liked to fuck.

"It's tradition, pet. Men seem to think it one of their inalienable rights to have a bachelor party." He

chuckled and got to his feet. "We'd better think about turning in."

"Daddy," Linda said, holding her hand out to him. "Help me up. I'd like to talk to you real confidential

about getting married ... now that we're alone. You could come up to my bedroom while I got ready for

bed and we could talk."

"Certainly, pet," He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "If there is anything I can do, I'll be more

than pleased.

She stepped close to him, her face inches from his. "Do you really mean that?" she asked seriously.

"You know I do, sweetheart," he told her, hugging her until she was breathless. "Because I love you so

much." He kissed her lightly on the mouth. She surprised him by frenching him. It had been a long time

since he had had a good french kiss. She molded her body against his, her tongue deep in his mouth Dan

was sure she could feel his cock, which hung in a half-hard state.

Finally they pulled apart, and she sighed. "I love you, too, Daddy, more than you can guess."

With his arm around her waist, they went up the stairs to her bedroom, where Dan sat down on the edge

of her bed. To his surprise, Linda pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. He

thought she would change in the closet, or at least behind his back. Her tits completely filled the bra.

She stood provocatively for a minute and let him gawk, then she pulled the zipper down on the side of

her skirt and let it float to the floor. She stepped from the crumpled skirt and did a pirouette in front of

her flabbergasted father.

"I need to know if I have a sexy figure, Daddy. It's important, you know, if a girl is to keep her husband

happy," she said nonchalantly.

"Sexy is an understatement," he said, swallowing hard.

He could see her heavy bush bulging out the front of her panties and creeping out around the legbands.

There was a stain in the crotch, too, like she had wet herself a little.

Linda smiled knowingly at the admiration in her father's eyes. She knew lust when she saw it. Her hand

went behind her back and unsnapped the catch on her bra. She hunched her shoulders forward, the

straps slipping off her shoulders, and let the garment fall free. Her big tits were large and round and

smooth, the oversized red nipples already standing erect.

"Well, are they all right?" she asked.

"Wow!"

"Do you really mean it, Daddy? Are they really that nice?" she asked excitedly, dropping onto his lap,

her arms going around his neck. "The girls always said they were super; you know, in gym and things,

but they were just other girls. I wanted a man's opinion."

"Yes, honey, they're super. They're not quite as large as your mother's were at twenty, but they're better

shaped, and hers were rather special. But you didn't need to go to this extreme for me to tell you that."

Linda moved her rump enough to be sure she was having the desired affect on her daddy. She took the

waistband of her panties in her fingers. "I want you to see everything I've got, Daddy ... so you can give

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