Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book II

Behind her, the impassioned gurgles of her husband were picked up by the microphone of the video tape, and on the screen the waving whiteness of her backside showed clearly as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. When Ike looked next at the screen he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out almost in time to the long smooth strokes he was making into her. The full length of his plunging rod expanded her rectum with stronger and stronger lunges. It was fantastic… "I never knew she had it in her!" he thought. This was a performance he would have expected from Carrie Livingston, Tricia's mother… but not from his darling young wife! He too grew more excited than he had expected. Much of his anger was lost when he saw how much she was actually enjoying it! To his surprise, she began to mouth obscenities to him, echoing the words he had spoken to her.

"Yes… fuck it… fuck my ass… Oh, Ike… do it hard… hurt me… hurt me!" As she writhed in mindless masochistic delight beneath him, feeling his hugeness stretching and growing inside her expanded rectum. She knew that it wouldn't be long now… in seconds he would shoot his hotly building sperm high into her burning anus. She longed for the end to come, and yet some wanton streak inside her made her want it to continue.

"Oh, God!" she wailed, "Ooooooh God!" Behind her, Ike had spread the quivering cheeks of her ass wider apart and with bulging eyes watched the full length of his pistoning prick split into the twin loaves with miraculous ease. Ike felt he would burst into her… that the rubbery hot walls of his wife's tiny, hotly clasping rectum would squeeze in upon his stiffening cock until it had to explode. He increased the vigor of his strokes until he was ramming so hard, she skidded up toward the head of the bed. Tricia's chin and breasts scraped against the sheets with each forward stroke, and her entire body was buffeted forward like a big, overgrown rag doll.

"Oh cum… darling… cum!" she shouted back at him, feeling his sweat pouring over her. There came a strangled groan from behind her and she felt Ike's cock give an extra throb. She lay kneeling in front of him now like a slave… waiting for the moment when her master would deign to favour her with his bursting sperm. Excitement pulsed through her like the crackling electricity just before it happened. Then his great cock gave one last tremendous thrust and it burst apart at the seams, hot sperm emptying into her in wave after wave, flooding her rectum, racing upward into the warmly contracting depths of her bowels.

Tricia gasped out with relief as Ike howled out his pleasure behind her. She felt an enormous thrill, even though she could feel the hot sticky fluid coursing inside her, and the searing liquid made her anal walls burn almost unbearably. Yet, her humiliation was complete… in some measure she had paid for her sins… she was a whore, or worse than that… and she had received a fitting payment for her actions. Yes, she decided… she felt better!

The sound of Ike's cock slipping from her tightly contracting rectum was picked up on the mike. It was a slight wet, sucking noise, and as soon as it was over, Tricia's white moon-like buttock cheeks trembled closed and she rolled away from her husband as he fell away to the other side, collapsing in lewd satiation beside her.

"What a triumph!" he thought… "to get Tricia to respond like that… What a lay!" He had almost forgotten his promise to himself about the Livingstons… Almost… but not quite.

"Can you go again, sweetie…?" he asked deliberately.

Young Nancy sat dejectedly in her cabin, working out the pieces of a difficult jig-saw puzzle. When they were in the city it was her favorite past time to do the hardest ones she could find. This one was all red, and she had brought it along to the country for just such an emergency. She found when she was particularly upset about something that working on the monotone pieces of a puzzle would help her get her thoughts together. There was a lot to think about too, since she had been with Gramps down at the old cabins, and afterward witnessed him naked with Aunt Tricia! Two days had elapsed and she hadn't seen anything of Gramps since then! He had gone off on what he told everyone was a fishing trip, but which Nancy suspected was just an attempt to get away from her! She fumed with jealousy over Aunt Tricia… If only she could have gotten him to feel that way about her! She would have to think of something to do about that when he returned the following day… There wasn't much time… it was already Wednesday and they were all due to go home on Sunday evening.

She would have to work fast if she wanted to accomplish her goal by Sunday!

She tried to put everything that had happened together in her head in much the same way she was working the puzzle… and suddenly she hit upon something that she thought could be of use to her.

When she had returned to her cabin after watching Tricia and Gramps the other night, she'd paused outside her parents cabin as she usually did to see if they were up to anything interesting. She was just in time to witness her father's ejaculation into her mother's wide stretched mouth. Afterward she had seen her mother crying as her daddy fell asleep. Her mother had lain on the floor sobbing before moving her hands down between her legs to assuage her own desires… much as Nancy herself had done in the woods! It didn't take much for Nancy to figure out that her mother was in a similar position. She wanted to be made love to! And Nancy knew why her daddy didn't feel like it… he was too busy thinking about fucking Grandma!

She remembered how she was to blame for that… having rigged Uncle Ike's video to see what would happen.

"Uncle Ike!" she exclaimed out loud.

She fitted the last piece in her puzzle together, and said, "That's it! He ought to do it!"

John kissed Carrie lightly on the cheek. He had just returned from his sportfishing trip and be felt even worse than when he'd left. He avoided his wife's eyes, and she didn't press the issue. Both of them had a lot to hide… Carrie had been having a hard time not making suggestive remarks to Jamie and although nothing had happened as yet, she was hoping something would. She was so busy with these thoughts that she paid little attention to the fact that Tricia was acting strangely… Everyone was a little strange anyway, and she trusted John enough not to imagine that anything had happened between them. But what about herself? She couldn't even trust herself!

She had asked her son Jamie to meet her that very afternoon in her private sitting room, to "settle everything"… and she was hoping that she could get rid of John so he wouldn't find out.

"You're back earlier than I thought," she said. It was early afternoon, and she was still wearing her lounging robe. She was having trouble sleeping at nights, and consequently slept later and later each morning to compensate for it. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a becoming upsweep, and her silk robe clung to her, emphasizing all the right lines of her body.

"Yeah… no fun fishing alone!" he mumbled in reply. "Besides they're all full of mercury anyway… can't eat 'em!"

John was aware of the public broadcasts stating that most fish were safe to eat, but that some of the larger ones weren't. That just made him not trust any of them. If the big ones weren't safe, why should he take chances on eating the little ones?

"What's the world coming to?" Carrie said. They were sitting in the big livingroom, and Carrie looked out the window over the rolling hills that made up the grounds of "Livingstons."

"Well, at least we've got a little bit of land of our own, John… If we can just take care of it the right way… use natural fertilizers, even serve our own organic food without any chemical sprays on it… We'll make out OK…" Carrie was looking toward the future… if she could just persuade Jamie to give up that awful advertising job of his in New York and to come back home where he belonged… they would have the best resort in the country… and the best place to live too! She was planning to talk to him about this very thing that afternoon… and her talk with John was serving as a practice session.