Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

"Say you want it!" he commanded.

"What?"

"Say you want me to do it!"

"I… I…"

"Say, 'Brint, fuck me up the ass'. Say, 'I've always wanted you to fuck my ass good'!"

The brush slid out abruptly with a small, ugly popping sound and Fran's stretched rear passage felt relieved and strangely open and empty. The disturbed and guilty blonde mother could feel her husband's loins pressing up toward her naked buttocks and his hands gripping her by the hips, pulling her entire lower half toward him. Then with dread certainty Fran felt the hardness of Brint's rampant cock running up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her curl-covered pussy to the base of her spine.

Oh Lord, let it be over soon, let it be over soon! she prayed silently even as the frightened wife felt her husband's hands slipping into the warm hair-fringed lips between her thighs, the obscenely wriggling finger sliding wetly into the defensively moistened slit of her cringing pussy.

"You're all wet… what's that, cum up inside you?" His voice was terrible to hear as he mouthed the words with a dull vacant sound.

"Oooooh!" Fran cried, shivering with horror as abruptly Brint brought the twitching thickness of his cock up to the tiny opening of her anus, letting the blunt end of it spread the softly yielding crevice of her naked buttocks wide to admit it. Sadistically the young executive began to rock back and forth, push and rock, rock and push, working forward all the time, again pulling his wife's helpless body back to him so that eventually the smooth rubbery tip of his anger-engorged cock entered with a small obscene sound into the tight elasticity of the fearful young blonde's tightly resisting anal passage.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmff!" Fran writhed in helpless agony. The unnatural entry brought a searing pain that radiated through her brutally ravished buttocks, sending shafts of stabbing torment driving throughout her nakedly trembling body.

"Oh,you've got to stop! Nothing is worth this, nothing!"

But instead of complying, Brint pushed his hotly pulsing penis head another few centimeters up into his protesting wife's severely stretching anal passage. Listening to her cries, he told himself that he had to go through with the whole thing now. He had to feel his excitedly throbbing cock deep up inside Fran's soft clenching ass-cheeks.

Already the pain-wracked blonde's rectum was contracting with hard squeezes, trying to expulse the enormous bulk within her virgin passage. But her frantic efforts were only serving to give her furious husband an added excitement, a luxuriously tingling sucking sensation all around his painfully swollen penis. He could feel his desire-hardened cock sliding all the way forward now, high up into the tight canal, unmercifully pushing the tiny ridges of hidden flesh before it as it went. A gigantic shudder traversed Fran's naked body and she fell forward breathlessly on her face. She recalled bitterly the other evening when they had made love, she and her husband, and he had given her such pleasure in almost the same position. But this time it was different. It was not the receptivity of her hidden pussy that he was capturing, but the unwilling torture-wracked depths of her convulsing rectum.

Brint looked down at the incredible sight of his lust-swollen cock grinding hotly in and out of his wife's private nether flesh. It glistened dully and was a deep purplish color as it left the desperately straining confines of her ravaged rectum. Warming to his task, the young dark-haired executive let his hands roam underneath Fran's softly quivering belly. Hungrily, his fingers found the golden-haired mound of her cunt and with a swift insinuating motion he spread the soft cushions of heated flesh that formed her cuntal lips and slid his outstretched middle finger into the helplessly exposed pussy and began tickling the gentle folds of inner flesh.

"Say you like it, whore!" he repeated tensely as unwanted pleasure began to seep into the marrow of Fran's trembling emotions stirring within her. She squealed weakly. A deliberately teasing flick of her determined husband's middle finger at the blonde's swollen clitoris made Fran jerk uncontrollably and then his fingers were fucking up into her openly flowering pussy, rising high and hard up into the softly sucking folds.

"Aaaaaaah!" Pleasure flooded the tormented wife's passion-tortured body from all sides and even her savagely ravished rectum began to respond to Brint's now insanely churning cock in a different way. With a gulp, batting back the tears, she began to speak.

"Oooooh! Yes… I…yes, fuck me… up the ass! I… I… I've always wanted it there!" she added, recalling his directives. It was a great surprise how satisfying it felt to hear herself saying this. The unwillingly aroused blonde's whole body undulated and twitched lewdly now as her mouth gaped open and her panting grew heavier and faster.

Yes, it was good to be fucked, to be hurt, to be punished in the lewdest way possible for her sins. God, she deserved it, every bit of it. How good it was to suffer!

The excited young wife danced obscenely back at her husband's wildly lunging penis, her knees quaking and her heart in her mouth as her warmly seeping pussy squirmed nakedly and shamelessly around her husband's probing fingers.

Behind her, Brint felt unexpected tears coming into his eyes as he fucked hard into his wife's nakedly splayed ass-cheeks while toying with her desire-drenched pussy, easily bringing her to the point of frenzied delight.

"You bitch! Why did you have to do it?" he choked out, maddened by his lust and his anger and his strong love for his wife. "Why did you have to do it?" he asked in a perplexed tone, feeling all his emotions rising to his throat as he realized anew that his wife had actually done what he's always thought was impossible. She'd slept with another man!

But meanwhile Fran's tightly clutching anus was gripping his ramrod-stiff cock spasmodically and crazily, and he knew that she was cumming.

Teeth tightly clenched, Brint ground his lust-swollen pistoning cock hard upward, his fingers impaling her flooding pussy so that he could feel his own lustfully driving hardness pounding into her from behind.

"Ooooooohhhhhh!" he cried, feeling his own white-hot male cum suddenly spurting voluminously far up into the adulterous wife's squirming rectum.

"Oh shit baby! Oh Christ, I loved you, I loved you all along! Why did you have to go and do it?"

His cum was racing up into her anal passage with tremendous speed as Fran arched her back and flexed her buttocks hard against her husband's heavily invading length, tightening and opening her climaxing pussy simultaneously.

"Oh God Brint… God, I love you too… I do… I really do!" She was descending into an all-enveloping cloud of brilliantly explosive cumming. And she was being lifted, carried away, all sins absolved. Somewhere, she and Brint knew each other, still loved each other and climaxing was good. It was great! She let it happen to her, let the magnificence of her body heal her where she had thought no healing was possible. She felt hard cock, warm cunt, slipping fingers and slapping flesh.

"Fill me! Fill meeeeeeeee!" she mouthed as a fine spray of froth formed at her lips. "Make me cum, my darling… oh, make me cummmmmmmmm!"

Entry number 238, Log 3, Notes on Project X: June 13 – Reconciliation number one activated despite slight change in plans. Mother and Father now know that they love each other; even though they are not speaking, this will be soon rectified. Reconciliation number two successful. Uncle Morgan has been awakened to new horizons. Personality development as well as character should follow swiftly. Mother now knows that I am a woman, too. Important psychologically for her as well as for me. Family reconciliation number three: the neighbors have agreed to let me have Wolf for the afternoon. This should bring everybody around if my calculations are correct. Also interesting side experiment regarding animal husbandry.