Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

"Okay Jeanie… I'll get her!" he yelled down, and as he turned the young father thought he heard an animal-like sound coming from where his daughter was, but he thought it was probably his imagination. He hurried up the stairs to get Fran.

Fran hung up the phone. It had taken quite an effort to sound cheery and natural while talking to Giuliano, but she'd done it. She'd put off their appointment until the following week and then collapsed into bed again, her filmy negligee covering but not hiding her voluptuously disturbed body.

God, what was going on inside her? Fran hadn't been able to stop the trembling of her thighs, the tingling deep within her since her husband had left her sobbing and wracked with both pain and pleasure the night before.

The whole series of licentious events seemed to have had some sort of permanent effect upon her, and as disturbed as her mental processes were, the blonde housewife couldn't help letting her fingers wander down to touch the tender hair-lined slit of her awakened cunt from time to time. Each time she touched herself there an explosion of fantasies leapt into her head and she seemed to feel Morgan's touch again… yes, her brother-in-law's and even her daughter, Jeanie's, and then Brint's too! It was terrible! Fran was just about to succumb to the desire to slip her fingers into her own moistly pulsating cunt again when Brint knocked on the door.

"It's me, Fran… can I come in?"

Hesitantly Fran answered, "Yes… yes, Brint, come in." Her heart was pounding. Would he be able to see how excited she was? Would he know that she was longing to be taken, to be fucked hard right then and there? Despite everything, all their differences and all of her odd transgressions, all the young wife could think of was fulfilling the desire which bounded her naked loins beneath her filmy gown.

When he told Fran that Jeanie had asked them both to come downstairs, Fran rose immediately. Whatever it was, she knew it would be important. She was frightened about what her daughter's request might mean, yet the resigned mother knew that there was probably no way to avoid whatever Jeanie had her mind set on. Together, husband and wife descended the stairs and then together they paused at the top of the cellar steps before going down. The strange sounds were disquieting to say the least, but Fran led the way and within seconds the startled parents were on the bottom step looking at the most salacious sight imaginable.

Good God! What was happening to Jeanie? While her mother and father watched she was on her knees between the giant German Shepherd's open legs and the anxious, excited dog was mounting the spread mounds of her firm young buttocks, furry paws wrapping around her slender waist as if the beautiful young girl were a bitch in heat. Both Fran and Brint could see the animal's glistening, scarlet dog-cock slipping from its huge sheath, dripping freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as the animal hunched in close to the nakedly offered loins, endeavoring to bury the pink lean tip and the thickening shaft into the little girl's visibly moist pussy!

"Jeanie!" Both Fran and Brint dashed forward in unison, but the sound of the little girl's voice stopped them dead in their tracks.

"No! Don't stop him… don't do anything. can't you see I want it to happen?"

The stunned parents, each in a state of shock over other events that had taken place in their lives, responded and obeyed their daughter's command almost as though they had been hypnotized by their need for guidance, their need for someone to tell them what to do when there was chaos clamoring around them.

Little Jeanie felt her taut belly constricting while she knelt in a fearful, half-mesmerized daze herself. She sensed Wolf mounting her, his soft furry body crowding in toward her trembling white child's buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips powerfully. The dog's beautiful tongue had rekindled the wild sensation in her young, already violated loins, a sensation the little girl had first felt with her Uncle Morgan. Now, even more so than with her father's brother, she found herself sobbing as she looked back at the dog, shifting her quaking round ass-cheeks in an effort to try and capture the lengthening animal cock. How she wanted the long slippery organ inside her, had to have it inside her to quell the insane tingling spasms that were continually increasing within her flaring young pussy.

Now she reached back between her widespread thighs, aware of her stunned mother and father close by watching as she grasped the wet shaft and caused the stimulated Wolf to half-growl, half-whimper while the little girl tried to place the pointed tip of his cock at the tiny mouth of her passion-flushed, moist vaginal opening.

Immediately the great animal thrust and Jeanie screamed with mind-shattered delight.

"Aaaaaaaahh!" the impaling length of animal flesh slid into her welcoming pussy and the animal growled fiercely while his hairy forepaws clutched possessively at her tiny waist, thrusting, thrusting and spreading the young girl's vaginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long animal cock deep up inside her tight, pulsing channel.

Fran turned to see her husband watching in lascivious fascination, gawking in amazed lust as the thick scarlet canine shaft slithered forward with a wet charge deep into his own daughter's cunt, the dog's hairy black balls swinging beneath Jeanie's damp, almost hairless cunt. The disturbed father was watching the animal bucking frenziedly at his willing young daughter's lovely trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the last remaining inches of his still growing and glistening cock.

Heaven help us all! Fran thought, groaning inwardly. This sight of her daughter being fucked by an animal was debasing them beyond all reason. But then the very helplessness of their situation, the obscene incidents that had been plaguing them as a family, set something else off within her. The sight of her daughter and the very idea of all the things she had done so far began to luridly excite her, causing a sudden renewal of the hunger in her loins to agitate her, and a low exotic moan broke from the young wife and mother's lips. Her eyes implored Brint, and she could tell that even though he didn't understand what was happening or why, he wanted her too!

Subconsciously a fire stormed through her and she pushed herself up against her husband, wildly undulating her near-naked hips and loins against him, feeling his hand wrap around her to squeeze at her buttocks beneath the thin material of her gown to push his rock-hard cock forward, grinding it into the split formed by his wife's trembling thighs.

"Take me… take me, Brint… right now!" she whispered to him lewdly. "Jeanie wants us to… Jeanie wants us to be… happy!"

"Christ!" Brint spat out. "Jesus Christ!"

She felt her husband pushing her down, down to the ground. She knelt before him in an instant, feeling him fumbling with the zipper of his pants, then understanding reaching her, she helped him to free the lewd bobbing thickness of his cock to her eyes. It grazed warmly against her face.

Oh, I love it, she thought, how I love him!

Morgan tiptoed down the stairs, his bag in his hand. The young man was just about to go out the door when he spotted the cellar door open and heard the very strange sounds emanating from down there. Curious, he moved to find out what it was all about. He had finally decided to leave his brother's house – the forces at work here were really too much for him to understand. For the first time, Morgan Cooper felt that he had bitten off more than he could chew. How did one cope with an insatiable ten year old who sets you up to sleep with her mother, your own sister-in-law? He had once thought himself lacking in principals, but now he wondered if after all he didn't have quite a few of the normal moralistic attitudes that he'd so often mocked in others.