Wild Week chapter one (family fun)

CHAPTER 1 : Monday

Gayla Ward was awakened by the incessant buzz of the alarm clock. She was lying on her side, one hand clamped between her thighs, the other rested between her heavy breasts, twisted into the sheer fabric of her pink baby-doll nightie. She groaned softly in frustration. She opened her sleep heavy eyelids and squinted at the dial. 6:45 Monday morning. Time to wake Bill up for work. As usual, he was still sound asleep at her back, lightly snoring, oblivious to the racket. After twenty years of marriage she was still surprised by him. He could sleep through a hurricane, she often thought. She reached out and cut off the alarm.

“Bill, time to get up,” she said, stretching as she rolled over to face him. He was 40 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall with curly black hair and was still a fit and trim 175 pounds. He lay flat on his back wearing only pajama bottoms, one arm shielding his eyes from the morning sunlight streaming in the window on his side of the bed. He had kicked off the covers and his legs and free arm were splayed out haphazardly. She looked down and gasped lightly as she saw his 8 1/2 inch cock standing out from the flap in his pajamas. A thrill ran through her body. He had a piss hard-on that was as rigid and upright as a flag pole.

“Honey?” she nudged him, unable to tear her eyes from his jutting cock. With a wicked grin she murmured “I know what will wake you.” Sliding down in the bed, she wrapped her hand around the thick base of his rigid cock. She flicked her tongue out and licked the bulbous purple head. She licked the ridge of his cockhead all the way around, and then stuck the tip of her tongue into the slit on the end. She ran her hot tongue up the sides of the veined shaft, spreading saliva all over it in a slick coating. Pulling her head back, she glanced up at her husband’s face as she stroked her fist up and down his thick prick. He was starting to stir. With a little giggle, Gayla turned her attention back to his cock. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed his throbbing member.

Bill groaned loudly and raised his head from the pillow. He came fully awake and saw his beautiful wife sucking his straining dick. Groaning again, he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through her short auburn hair. “Oh, baby,” he said through clenched teeth, “Suck my cock.” He almost couldn’t believe this was the same woman who wouldn’t even consider oral sex for the first five years of their married life.

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They had gotten married when he was twenty and she was just eighteen. Her father was a minister and she’d had a puritanical upbringing. She was just over 5 feet 5 inches tall, had deep red hair and green eyes, and was stunningly beautiful, with creamy white skin and a voluptuous figure. They had a daughter within a year of the wedding, and a son a year after that, but sexually, it was missionary or nothing. She never refused him sex, and often instigated it herself, but wouldn’t hear of experimenting. After five years of the same position, he was a little desperate, and he had gotten her drunk at the office Christmas party and had his friend, Roger Masters, coax her into an empty office and talk her into a quick blow job. Roger was the slickest salesman at the firm, and could talk Eskimos into buying ice cubes. He had jumped at the chance to seduce Bill’s sexy young wife. Bill had been hiding in a darkened corner behind a filing cabinet watching the whole thing. Roger had to teach her how to suck dick, but she turned out to be a prize pupil.

Bill got so turned on watching his beautiful, straight laced young wife down on her knees wantonly slurping on Roger’s long, thin prick, he just had to take out his cock and beat off right then and there. He came just as Roger pulled his prick out of her mouth and shot his load all over her ruby red lips and chin. She had then run from the room. Bill had stuffed his dick into his pants and hurried after her without a word to Roger. He came out into the empty hallway in time to see her disappear into the ladies room. When she came out a few minutes later, Bill was waiting for her. Her face was flushed and he could see her nipples standing out like bullets on her 38D’s under her fuzzy pink sweater. “Hi Honey,” he said, feigning ignorance. “Where have you been?” She said she didn’t feel well and asked if they could just leave.

In the car, Gayla was quiet and fidgeted nervously, chewing on her fingernails and squirming in her seat. Just when Bill was thinking he had made a big mistake and was about to explain to her what he had done, she asked him to pull off into a little wooded area. He was expecting a tearful confession, but as soon as the car came to a stop, she was all over him. She kissed him fiercely on the lips and pulled him into the big back seat. Wide eyed with shock, he sat back as she pulled his slacks and boxers down to his ankles and sank his cock into her hot mouth. She sucked greedily until he was rock hard then lifted her skirt, ripped open the crotch of her panty hose, and plunged her steaming cunt down on his cock. She climaxed immediately but continued to ride him with furious abandon, alternately shrieking and whimpering until she came again. Then she slid off his glistening prick, pulled him around and on top of her, and begged him to fuck her as hard as he could. Bill was amazed at the change in her, but didn’t hesitate to do as she asked. He pumped her pussy frenziedly until they came together in a shuddering climax. She had never confessed and neither had he, but their sex life had never been dull again.

* * * * *

With one hand still squeezing the base of his throbbing dick, Gayla slid her other hand down between the sheet and her belly, through the dark tangle of her pubic hair, and slid two fingers into her now sopping slit. As she sucked and licked his hot cock, she fingerfucked herself, sliding her slick fingers out of her vagina, over her stiff clitoris, and back inside, muffled whimpers coming out around the thick shaft filling her mouth. She loved the way his cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth. She expertly flicked the underside with her tongue as her head bobbed up and down.

She too remembered her first blow job. The problem hadn’t been that she was frigid or didn’t enjoy sex. She had an orgasm practically every time her husband made love to her, and she loved being intimate with him. She had secretly been having sexual dreams and fantasies for years, but had been too scared to try anything new. Her mother had died in an automobile accident when Gayla was only three years old, so she had been raised by her father, who was already nearly fifty when she was born, and the ladies of her father’s church. Subsequently, her upbringing had been repressed and during the early years of her marriage, she had held to the belief that a good wife didn’t do those things or she would lose her husband’s love and respect. But after her father passed away shortly after her fourth anniversary, she had drifted away from the church, and contact with younger, more liberal friends had broadened her outlook, until she was ripe for a change.

At the Christmas party she had gotten tipsy for only the second time in her life and Roger was so charming and handsome, tall and lean, she soon found herself alone with him, the fear far from her mind. She had allowed him to kiss her as no one but her husband ever had, and felt his hand work its way under her sweater, up to her breast, inside the lacy cup of her bra, teasing her achingly engorged nipple. He kissed her neck, nibbled on her ear, whispered to her, “No one ever has to know,” and she believed him, and wanted it, craved it. He gently pushed her to her knees in front of him, opened his fly, pulled out his rapidly hardening penis, all the while murmuring to her, reassuring her. The only light in the room came from an antique desk lamp only two feet away as she stared at the prick breathlessly, wide eyed, suddenly not nearly as drunk as she had been.

She had never even seen her husband’s penis this closely. The head was pink, the shaft long and white, curved upward, less thick than Bill’s, and it was smooth where Bill’s had blue veins snaking up the sides. His balls were pulled up tight under the base of the shaft, fuzzy and crinkled. “Just give him a little kiss,” Roger whispered. Trembling all over, her hands resting timidly on his thighs, she puckered her red painted lips, closing her eyes as she slowly leaned forward until she made contact with the hot head of his cock. She gave it a light kiss and started to back away, but Roger grabbed her head between both hands and gently pushed forward, forcing his throbbing prick into her virgin mouth. She tentatively explored the contours of the head with her tongue. It was silky smooth, yet firm and hard. He pushed deeper, sliding more of the hot shaft in, nearly gagging her as it reached the back of her throat, before pulling back out. “Now suck it,” he ordered, voice becoming more forceful, “Suck my cock!” She did as commanded, sucking hard as he began pumping in and out of her hot mouth, obscene slurping noises escaping her lips. He grabbed handfuls of hair, moaning with pleasure as he fucked her beautiful young face faster and faster. After a few minutes of rapid pumping, he suddenly grunted and pulled his prick out of her mouth, stroking it with his hand as spurt after spurt of hot sperm hit her on the face.

As if awakening from a spell, she opened her eyes with a start, jumped up and hurried from the room. Thankfully the hallway was empty as she stumbled weak-kneed into the deserted restroom. She could feel hot semen running down her neck and between her heaving breasts. She turned the lock on the door and leaned trembling and panting on the sink. She looked up at herself in the mirror. Her red lipstick was smeared. There were globs of cum on her face, in her long red hair, spots of it on her sweater. Grabbing some paper towels, she hurriedly wiped it away then scrubbed her face with cold water. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and her juices had soaked through her panty hose.

When she came out of the restroom, she nearly ran headlong into Bill, barely stifling a scream. She was still shaky and for a moment of sheer panic thought that he knew, but he was smiling and thankfully accepted her vague excuse and they were soon in the car on the way home. Still, her pussy throbbed and leaked thick juices. She was more turned on than she would have thought possible, and finally could contain herself no longer. She made Bill pull off the road and attacked him like a wild woman, experiencing multiple orgasms for the first time.

She was a different woman from that night on. She had done things that would have given her poor father a heart attack, things she would once have considered depraved. Whatever Bill wanted to try, she usually let him talk her into, though she liked to tease him, make him wait, sometimes months. He had begged to fuck her in the ass for nearly a year before she finally let him. She had given him a hand job under the table in a fancy restaurant, sucked his cock in a dingy porno theater, and masturbated for him in the car on a busy freeway. They had even fantasized about threesomes and swapping with another couple, though they had never actually done it. She had been with no man other than her husband since that night. Thankfully, he had never questioned her change of attitude or she was sure she would have broken down and confessed all.

* * * * *

Eighteen year old Bill, Jr. was also awake before 7 a.m., even though there was no school since it was summer, and he didn’t have to be at baseball practice until 10. He had been rising early every morning since the day two weeks before when he had inadvertently walked in on his sister Brianna taking a shower. She was seventeen, and had gotten a summer job at the mall after graduating from the 11th grade. She got up early every weekday, got ready for work, and fixed breakfast for Dad and herself, letting Mom sleep in. She would then ride to work with Dad. Billy didn’t usually wake up until after 9, grabbing a bowl of cereal in front of the TV, then off to practice until about 11:30, and lunch at the burger joint with some of the guys from team. Afterwards, they would hang out at the mall for most of the afternoon.

Billy had awakened early needing to take a piss and walked sleepily down the hall and into the bathroom he shared with Brianna. He was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of his nineteen year old naked sister through the glass shower door. She didn’t hear him come in and had her eyes squeezed tightly shut, shampooing her hair. He had never seen his sister naked, and hadn’t even thought of her as a regular girl, but seeing her glistening body totally exposed, his dick sprang to life in an instant hard-on. He quickly backed out of the room, leaving the door open a few inches. Peering through the crack, he watched the suds slide down her body. She had dark brown hair, big firm tits, each brown nipple bigger than a silver dollar, and a thick dark V of curly pubes. Even though it was early in the summer, she had a deep golden tan already, a white triangle on each breast where her bikini fit, and another framing her muff. Billy had never even seen her wearing a bikini, she always wore loose fitting clothes. He’d had no idea she was hiding this body. When she finished rinsing, she shut off the water and reached out for the towel. She stepped out of the tub vigorously rubbing her face and chest, nipples becoming erect.

Billy squeezed his cock through his pajamas as he watched Brianna pull the towel around her back, tits swaying heavily as she dried her back. He could see shimmering drops of water clinging to the damp curls of her hairy bush. Billy reached inside and stroked his aching dick as she turned and sat on the edge of the toilet seat, bending down to dry her legs. She dried one muscular calf, then the other, gliding the towel over her knees and along her thighs with both hands. She parted her knees, running the soft cloth slowly up her smooth inner thighs. She spread her legs further as she reached her damp muff, gently rubbing the towel over the glistening hairs. Billy was overcome by the sight of her, wet hair hiding her face as she looked down at herself, legs spread, rubbing her pussy dry. His cock spasmed and squirted hot come out into his pants.

He must have made a noise, because her head jerked up, the towel hastily covered her breasts. He ducked back quickly, before she had a chance to shake the wet hair out of her eyes. He prayed she hadn’t seen him as he bolted back down the hall and into his room. He jumped into bed, pulling the covers up around his ears, his back to the door. A few moments passed, and he heard the door being softly opened. He tried to slow his breathing to normal, heart pounding in his ears. He sighed with relief when the door closed again, and soon he heard the sound of a hair dryer coming from her room next to his. Every morning since, he had tried for a repeat performance, but the bathroom door had been locked every time.

* * * * *

This morning, Billy awoke before the alarm went off and got out of bed, wondering why it had been so hard to get up for school every morning of his life. He certainly didn’t have any trouble now. First he went over to the window, picking up the binoculars he had gotten last February for his birthday from Dad. He focused on the double windows upstairs next door, directly opposite his own.

Madeline James was Mom’s best friend. She was a nurse and had lived next door for six years with her husband Eddie, until last December when he had left her for someone else. Billy thought the guy was an idiot. Madeline was one hot babe. In her mid twenties, she was tall and slender, with jet black, shoulder-length hair and alabaster skin, deep blue eyes, long legs and small firm breasts. She looked like a fashion model and Billy could see right into her bedroom. He had often seen her in bra and panties as she moved about the room, and a few times even seen her with bare tits. But he was out of luck on this morning; her shades were all the way down. He hadn’t really expected to see her this early anyway. She worked evenings, and was almost never up this early. The best time to catch her was after midnight when she came home from work.

He put down the binoculars and softly opened his bedroom door. He tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom door and tried the knob, stomach lurching when it turned easily in his hand. He eased the door open a crack, but the room was dark and empty. “Damn!” he cursed under his breath. This just wasn’t his day. He went in and took a leak, flushed the toilet and went back out into the hall. He stopped and listened at Brianna’s door, but heard nothing, so he moved on down the hall toward the back staircase to the kitchen. As he was passing his parent’s door, he thought he heard something. He stopped and put his ear next to the door. He could faintly hear Dad groaning, and was shocked to hear him say “Oh baby, I love the way you suck my cock.”

Billy couldn’t believe his ears. Surely Dad wasn’t talking to Mom like that. He had to see what was happening. He started to reach for the doorknob, but stopped himself. He looked behind him up the hall. The door to his parent’s bathroom was closed. He hesitated for a second, listening to the lewd sounds, then hurried over to the other door, eased it open, quickly stepped inside, and closed it softly. The room was dark, having no windows. The door connecting the bathroom to Mom and Dad’s bedroom was ajar and Billy could hear his father’s moans of pleasure more clearly. He crept cautiously up to the opening and peeked around the open door. What he saw took his breath away.

Mom was lying on her belly, crosswise on the bed, feet hanging off the near side, her head bobbing up and down over Dad’s groin. Dad’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, his hands gripping her head. Her nightgown was up around her waist and her legs were widely spread. From his position directly behind her, Billy could clearly see her fingers sliding wetly in and out of her hair fringed pink pussy. The soft white cheeks of her ass jiggled with her movement, and he could see her asshole nestled in between, pink and puckered. Billy gaped, open mouthed, and almost without realizing it, unbuttoned his pajama bottoms, letting them drop down around his ankles. He began squeezing his rock hard cock with both hands, watching Mom’s fingers stretching apart the pink lips of her pussy.

“Come on baby,” Dad said hoarsely, “I want you to ride my cock.” Mom got her knees up under her, head still pumping, and worked her way around until she was kneeling between his legs, never missing a stroke. Now Billy could see Dad’s dick. It looked huge sticking out of the slit in his PJ’s, wet with spit, Mom’s lips obscenely stretched around the shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, pulling all the way up to the head before plunging nearly all the way back down. She sucked it in and out several more times before pulling it all the way out, slurping noisily as slimy strings of excess saliva stretched between the big purple head and her mouth. She sat up on her haunches, looking into Dad’s lust filled eyes, grinning like a Cheshire cat as she wiped the slobber from her mouth and chin. In one smooth motion she pulled her pink nightie over her head and tossed it off the side of the bed, pendulous breasts spilling free. She cupped one hand under each heavy white tit, lifting them and jiggling them teasingly at Dad, who reached down and began stroking his spit slick dick as he watched.

Billy raised his right hand and spat a great glob of saliva into his palm. He spread the slippery goo over the head of his almost painfully hard dick and began stroking also, barely suppressing a groan. Mom pinched her big pink nipples, pulling on them and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered huskily. She lifted one tit in both hands, flicking out her pink tongue and licking the nipple, which stood out stiffly like a miniature erect cock. She sucked the turgid nipple into her own mouth, biting and sucking it.

Groaning again, Dad said “I want you to bury my cock in your sweet pussy! I want you to fuck me! I want to come inside you!”

Mom stood up in the bed and kicked his hands away from his prick, moving forward to tower over him, straddling his hips. She slowly squatted down, her hands on her thighs, and stopped with her pussy barely an inch above his straining prick, poised like a sumo wrestler. “Beg for it!” she hissed, pearly white teeth clenched in a lusty snarl. “Tell me how much you want it!”

“I want it, please baby, I’ve got to have it! Please!” Dad begged, eyes staring at her pussy, hovering open-lipped above his swollen purple cockhead. “Fuck me! Please!”

Billy stared, unblinking, barely even breathing. His head was reeling as he watched his wanton mother reach down and grab Dad’s huge prick, guiding it into her wet hole as she lowered herself the rest of the way. Inch by inch she sank down on the rigid pole, letting her full weight down as she reached bottom, rocking back and forth to drive the shaft even deeper into her willing cunt, gasping as her stiff clit nestled into the wiry pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock. She rested a moment, fully impaled, as a shudder racked her entire body, little whimpering noises coming from her parted lips. Dad reached up and pawed at her tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, and she began to bounce on his cock. Billy whacked off furiously as his beautiful mother put both hands flat on Dad’s chest to keep her balance as she increased her tempo, thighs quivering, bouncing faster and faster until Dad arched his back, lifting his ass completely off the bed as he shot his cum into her hot pussy. Feeling the hot flood filling her pounding cunt, she cried out and collapsed on top of him, body convulsing in orgasm, still grinding her clit into him. Billy shot his load, watching his parents come together, nearly fainting as his cum seemed to take all his strength with it, spewing out the end of his dick and onto the bathroom floor.

Dazed, Billy pulled up his pants and left the room as quietly as he could, shutting the bathroom door behind him. Stumbling down the hall as if in shock, he somehow made it back to his room. Once inside, he leaned against the door, gulping for breath, until his heart slowed to a more normal pace. He walked absently over to the window, picking up the binoculars and looking across the way, strictly out of habit. Not even noticing if the blinds were open or not, he laid the binoculars back on his dresser and fell backwards onto the bed, the ceiling seeming to spin above him. Within a minute he was asleep, completely drained.

* * * * *

Gayla lay panting and sweating on top of Bill, feeling his softening penis starting to slip wetly from the delicate folds of her come filled vagina. He groaned as the head slid slowly out of her slippery pussy to plop against his lower belly. “Oh baby, what a way to wake up,” he said, lifting her head to kiss her softly on the lips.

Smiling, she slid off him to lie on her side snuggled up against his body, her head resting on his shoulder. “I thought you would like it,” she giggled, lightly fingering the curly hairs on his sweaty chest. “Besides, I have to get it while I can, since you’re leaving me day after tomorrow.” Wednesday he had to go to a business conference in Chicago.

“It’s only for three days,” he protested, “I’ll be back Saturday morning.”

“That’s too long,” she mock pouted, laying her hand on his soft cock. “How will I survive without this for three whole nights? My cunny will shrivel up.”

Laughing, he said, “Well, I’ll have to give it something special to tide it over. Maybe if you shave it, it’ll fare better.”

“Nice try, my sly boy,” she laughed throatily. He had been after her to shave her pussy for nearly a month, since they had rented an erotic movie one night, which they did every now and then. The film featured women actually being shaved, and the sight of their clean shaven mounds had driven him wild. She had refused him repeatedly, but she was only making him wait. She had already decided to do it while he was away, to be a surprise for his homecoming. She had even made plans for the kids to spend the weekend at Bill’s parents’, who lived in another town a couple of hours away, so they could be alone.

“I guess I’ll just have to take you down and shave you myself,” he said.

“Oh?” she looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow challengingly. “You and what army?”

“Oh ho!” he exclaimed. “Maybe I’ll just recruit one.”

Laughing again, she kissed him and then gave him a gentle push. “Go to work,” she said. “You’re going to be late.”

Glancing up at the clock, he said, “Oh shit!” He rolled out of the bed, pulling his spent penis back into his pajamas, and hurried into the bathroom. Gayla heard him stumble and cry, “Whoa!”

“What happened?” she asked.

“There’s something spilled on the floor,” he said. “I almost broke my neck.”

A moment later she heard the shower come on, a pleasant lethargy creeping over her body. Snuggling into his pillow, she could still smell him. She smiled with contentment and drifted back to sleep.

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