Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

She began to cry again as Morgan let her free to sit up and begin removing his clothes. Weakly, Fran rolled her head back and forth in limp protest. But she was thinking, was anyone really her friend? Certainly her husband Brint wasn't. Was there no one, then? Nothing but this conflict of bodies, this desire that she felt inside her which was more than desire really. It was a request for love, for understanding. But would anyone ever know that and take it as such? And then he was naked to the waist and she saw her husband's brother moving toward her again, his arm embracing her as her hand went flat against his warm muscular chest, the soft patch of silk-like hair upon it tickling her palm, and then his mouth was closing over hers once more, his tongue sliding between her lips, past the barrier of her small perfect teeth. Fran found herself sucking at it with all her might, as though it might give her some solace. Unconsciously, the older woman let her hand slide against the twenty year old's chest, her fingertips raking at the tiny male nipples, then squeezing and rolling them as he had done to her.

Brint Cooper's wife could feel Morgan's hand tracing up the soft hot flesh of her inner thighs, above her stockings, pushing her skirt back with it and letting the cool air of the room caress them. Momentarily, Fran's breath caught in her throat as her husband's brother's fingers slid gently inside the elastic leg band of her panties, moving and worming slowly upward until he could part the sensitive lips of her hair-fringed vagina. Then they slipped into its heated wetness and found the soft inner lips that enshrined her quivering clitoris.

It was then that visions of Brint loomed up in her brain, as if her surly husband were somehow standing there staring down at them, a contemptuous sneer of hatred contorting his thin handsome face. Fran froze, then again came to life to squirm and struggle with renewed strength as she tried to get away from her husband's brother. She wanted to get away from them all, to cease having her life ruled by men in one way or another. At that moment she could not say that it was love for her husband that made her want to get away from his brother. Far from it. This proximity to Morgan was making her detest her husband all the more as if he were responsible for this. And in a way he was, for allowing the unemployed young man to come into the house when he knew that Fran was against it from the start!

"Damn you! Damn you! Get away from me! Don't touch me! You filthy animal, coming into my house, raping my daughter and now me!"

"Rape my foot!" Morgan spat down. "That little cunt of your daughter's is insatiable. A real nympho if I ever saw one. She raped me, Mom! And don't you ever forget it!" Angrily he reached out to catch Fran's wrists and hold them fast, throwing his weight on top of her and almost crushing his sobbing sister-in-law with his powerful body until she could not move a muscle.

"You wanna do it the hard way, then that's the way we'll do it! But we are gonna do it! That little pussy downstairs kept me going and then you came in and I'm gonna get my rocks off today on one of you for sure!" he added lewdly.

"Oh God, no… I'm sorry. Please don't do it to me! Just let me go!" Fran pleaded, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as Morgan grabbed her roughly, pulling down on her skirt so that it eventually exposed the full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs, the soft flesh above the top of her bikini panties and the garter belt. He pulled down upon the white panties and the frilly white garter belt, exposing the soft golden pubic hair covering his sister-in-law's trembling cunt. Then Fran felt him fumbling with his own pants and saw them slide away down his lean hips, and she caught a glimpse of his thick hard cock in his hand as he returned to her whimpering, cowering form. Finally, he was forcing his way between her long lithe legs, spreading her soft defenseless thighs unmercifully as he guided his lust-hardened member forward. Shoving her legs behind her knees roughly as though she were not a real woman but a doll, he raised them high as he used the thick rubbery head of his pounding cock to part the full hair-lined lips of his sister-in-law's unwillingly spread pussy.

Fran tossed her golden blonde hair wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror as she felt the soft electrical contact of her brother-in-law's throbbing cock-head against her involuntarily pulsating pussy-flesh. The captive sister-in-law held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation under her husband's twenty year old brother.

"Ooooooo dear God!" she gasped as she felt the first hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her blonde-fringed vaginal lips.

Morgan pushed, his lips tight as he grunted with the effort. Fran cried out as the hard round tip slipped through, stretching the curl-covered flesh surrounding her tight resilient passage until she felt that her brother-in-law was splitting her thighs apart from the almost unbearable pressure.

It was true. Morgan was bigger than her husband Brint!

"Oh God, no, please, you're hurting me!" she squealed as she jerked her eyes open to see her husband's brother's evil sadistic grin above her, his teeth even and slightly pointed like a young animal's! Then, even as the horrified housewife watched, the younger man's grin gave way to a contorted grimace of sheer lust, as if he could barely stand it any longer, this debauched sight of his brother's wife helpless beneath him, her sleek thighs outspread as he penetrated the hair-surrounded slit of her tightly resisting pussy.

"Oh shit! I've been waiting for this! I gotta fuck you now… right now!" Morgan came down heavily upon his helplessly conquered sister-in-law, his weight crushing her still-clothed breasts back hard against her chest. The younger man's hips thrust forward with the same brusque motion, sending his lust-hardened cock sliding into her defenselessly quivering pussy with a roaring fury, pushing the soft moist flesh of Fran's vaginal walls in tiny pressured waves of intimate flesh before it. There was no stopping him, it seemed, until with a loud groan his heavy testicles smacked with a slapping noise up into the crevice of her upturned ass-cheeks.

"OH, OH, OH!" she cried out beneath her husband's brother. Her impossibly filled passage throbbed against the hard chunky knob of flesh that had entered it. Morgan's deeply pulsing cock lay within her belly and there wasn't one tiny ridge of its flesh that the older woman could not feel as the invading penis pressed tight and snug against the soft tender walls of her fearfully tensed cunt.

Above her, the lust-inspired brother-in-law lay unmoving for a moment, his handsome face directly above hers. Fran too remained immobile, afraid to stir for the emotion, good or bad, that it might cause. Silence except for the in-laws' heavy breathing hung between them for a long interval and then suddenly Fran felt a throb from deep inside. The breadth and length of Morgan's virile young cock was jerking up into her another half-inch as he flexed it within the dark shelter of her vagina.

"Aaaaauuuh!" Fran grunted breathlessly, her face twisting with the shooting pain she felt.

"You're pretty tight! But I've had tighter!" Morgan declared, thinking of this woman's daughter whose child's pussy he had forever deflowered.

Morgan throbbed deeper and deeper, suddenly ripping at the light material of her suit top which was of the kind worn without a blouse. Underneath, the filmy brassiere pulled away from Fran's large trembling breasts, exposing their white satiny mounds and the large pink nipples to his roughly kneading fingers.

"Oooooo dear God!" Fran sobbed, her resistance fleeing from her in face of the helplessness of her position. She doubted if she would ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again. Her husband's brother had stripped her self-respect completely this day, more than her husband himself had ever done. What was left of her life, her family, her shattered image of herself as an intelligent and independent woman? Nothing! There was nothing but her brother-in-law and his throbbing fleshy cock buried deep inside her inflamed vagina.