Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

Slowly now, conscious of his hold over her, he pushed upward again, pulling down upon her waist and slender hips at the same time, driving his lust-maddened penis inward to rip apart the tender tissue of her hymen. Comparatively impassive before, he now took the initiative even though he knew she wanted him to stop.

"Nnnnggggghhhhh!" the impossibly small opening was splitting still wider, the thin vaginal lips giving way to the thicker base of Morgan's upward worming cock.

"You asked for it… you're getting it!" he cried lewdly, gritting his teeth from the considerable effort he was exerting.

But Jeanie, through her pain and anguish, was beginning to feel another sensation. Even as she winced and grimaced, biting her lower lip to keep from begging her uncle to stop the plunder of her heretofore unpenetrated pussy, Jeanie could tell that she actually wanted him all the way inside her. She wanted Morgan there, right where it hurt the most.

"Fuck me!" she gasped out suddenly. "Fuck my little cunt good!" Wildly, Morgan began a steady rhythm, his urgently thrusting cock pushing, sliding, now actually racing forth, the whole of it arched from the absurd pressure it was being subjected to as the minute but strong vaginal muscles of his ten year old niece massaged its throbbing girth.

"Damn! Coming to get you… coming to get you, baby!" His loins strained nakedly upward toward the little girl's as the elastic-rimmed tightness of her pussy sent wild fiery thrills of rising pleasure throughout his system. The bed bounced beneath them as he flicked his hips upward with increasing hardness, feeling Jeanie begin to tighten and relax alternately upon his advancing and retreating penis.

He could see her pale and lovely, shivering above him, the pain gone now as mounting pleasure took its place, a pleasure that was so intense that Jeanie was made speechless, her low hum of joy the only verbal indication of her excitement. The little girl began to thrust herself downward with all her might, aided by Morgan's strong hands upon her waist. Jeanie could feel her uncle's tightly pressuring cock hard and hot inside her, filling her everywhere, making her want to burst apart with the almost unbearable pleasure it brought her.

"Mmmmmmmoooooo!" she keened, and then she thought, Oh, God, I love him so much… his beautiful cock all the way inside! She had never fucked anyone before and now she was fucking her daddy's brother!

The moist pink mouth of the little girl's trembling pussy spread to admit every inch of the rapidly rising cock inside her, and she began to groan incessantly, leaning forward, thrusting her tiny tongue with complete delight far into the hidden recesses of her uncle's open mouth. Low hums of ecstatic bliss began to rise in torrents from her throat as Jeanie's young quivering lips twisted with erotic passion, her graceful white neck straining and her mouth working excitedly as she felt a thin film of sweat break out upon her nakedly gyrating body. So this then was what it was about! So this was love-making!

Brint and Fran's baby daughter had entered another world, a world that was very much her own. Her lithe but inexperienced body was bursting through to knowledge that she could not get from books, as nebulous rainbow-lined clouds seemed to fill the little girl's mind, and she felt herself beginning her first total orgasm! Nothing mattered but the fact that she was being magnificently fucked by her darling Uncle Morgan. No matter what happened from now on, nothing would alter this startling fact. The warm wet flesh of her desire-tormented pussy quivered and then began to jerk and twitch spasmodically around her uncle's lust-driven flesh as the final tide of the coming orgasm made its first penetrating stabs of pleasure felt.

Jeanie began to gurgle and then to croon her delight as the mounting licentious sensations overtook her tender child's body. She seemed to feel every ridge of Morgan's smooth, up-worming penis, and as she felt it grow larger still and so hard that she thought it might break her in two, the excited little girl shook her blonde curls and gave herself up to the miracle that was taking place within her hungrily clasping cunt.

"Aaaaahhh! It's here! It's heeerrreee!" Beneath her, the passionately aroused young man, using perfect timing, felt his loins releasing a burning heat as his racing sperm spurted outward into the tightly clenching young virgin flesh. Great gushes of steam seemed to be surrounding the two of them – as Morgan relentlessly fucked upward into both of their orgasms, cumming still and feeling her cumming all around his spending cock. The climaxing young man's sperm slipped from the heat of Jeanie's contracting vagina down along his impaling shaft of naked flesh as Jeanie's hands grabbed wildly at his shoulders.

The little girl continued to writhe and moan above him, and Morgan knew that she was cumming not once, but many times in rapid succession. The blonde ten year old wiggled this way and that upon his deflating penis, moving up and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of cascading semen from his angrily fucking cock. It was then that he saw something in Jeanie's desire-ridden features, something that made him remember his dream.

And as he remembered, Morgan's mouth clasped hard on his niece's, sucking her tongue deep into his throat. In the midst of his turmoil, his great excitement, he knew that somehow through this intimate contact with his own little niece, his brother's daughter, he was being brought mysteriously closer to his sister-in-law. By fucking Jeanie, he was all the closer to fucking her voluptuous blonde mother, and as he shivered his last trembling drops of cum up into the tightly pulsing baby cunt above him, Morgan knew that, at all costs, he must make that dream come true.

Touching Jeanie's breasts, he longed for the firm white fullness of her mother's… wanted to make love to the older woman as no one ever had before, to bring her as much pleasure as he had brought to her ten year old daughter! He knew he could, and he would even as his orgasmic fluids ran down his still pulsing cock onto his aching balls.

"Jesus!" he cried. "What an idea… what a wild fuckin' idea!"

"Mrs. Frances Carroll Cooper…"

"One moment, Mrs. Cooper… I'll see if he's in." The secretary's voice was cool, efficient, and lacking a certain friendliness that made Fran feel uneasy. Perhaps she shouldn't be calling, after all. Maybe she ought to hang up. Perhaps she'd say he was out, or he wouldn't even remember her name. She'd given her maiden name as well as her married name, but eleven years was a long time. It was even more than eleven years, Fran reminded herself, even though she preferred to shorten it to eleven in her own mind. Just as she was on the verge of hanging up, a voice broke into the monotony of the "hold" line.

"Fran, darling! Is that you… is it really you?"

A wave of nostalgia passed through Fran as she recognized Giuliano's voice. The strong Italian accent, the same caressing tones… "Yes… yes… it is… how are you?"

"How am I?" The Italian's voice was incredulous, mocking. "What kind of question is that to answer over the phone? When am I going to see you, darling? Shall it be lunch or dinner? Are you still married or what?"

Fran felt a brief moment of regret as she answered, "Yes… yes, I'm still married. Brint and I have a little girl… well, she's not so little anymore, really."

"I'll bet she's beautiful just like her mother! Well, what can we do? Will the ogre let you out of the house?"

"Why, of course… of course… I… I guess I could have lunch."

"Marvelous! When? How about tomorrow? I'm shooting in the morning out on Park Avenue, and we could go to La Grenouille. We'll have a marvelous lunch and you'll tell me everything. We'll reminisce about old times… or have you forgotten your Giuliano?"