Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

Her husband's breath was coming in great gasps behind her now and she strained forward, instinctively tightening her thighs together, the muscles in her lithe young body taut as she anticipated what he was going to do. His hands reached around beneath her hips and teased hotly at the softly swinging mounds of her breasts, cupping them upward and rolling the stiff little nipples between his fingers. In spite of herself, Fran jumped at the contact, her breasts had always been unusually sensitive and Brint always took full advantage of this fact. He continued rolling and teasing at their pearl-shaped tips while he shuffled forward behind her on his knees, the rigid tip of his cock pressing deep into the softly yielding crevice between her open buttocks.

"Ooooooh God!" Fran moaned helplessly, feeling it pulsing licentiously against her exposed flesh as she ground unwillingly back against it. His hands on her full breasts were beginning to drive her mad, and the excited blonde squirmed backward in an unwittingly erotic motion. She didn't want to enjoy this lewd performance, to lower herself to the level of a common slut before her own husband, but tiny electric shocks of unwanted pleasure were spiking out from her nipples and stabbing hotly through the rest of her nakedly quivering body with a lightning-like speed. Fran suddenly felt obscenely naked… more naked, in fact, than she had ever felt before. Bits and snatches of the argument she'd just had with Brint returned to her mind, and she thought resentfully of the things he had said, especially the unkind reference to her age! And here she was now being exposed to that crude animal-like streak of his, the very thing about him that she had come to loathe! She felt his hands slip downward from her breasts, trailing hot lines along the trimness of her naked sides, encircling her narrow waist and then pausing to grip the tops of her soft white thighs, tightening his fingers and digging painfully into her sensitive flesh.

"Give me that hand!" he suddenly whispered.

"What?"

"I said… your hand… reach back between your legs and put your hand on my cock… put it in!"

"Brint… I can't… don't ask me…"

"Oh shit, Fran, come on! Reach behind and put it in!" he panted urgently.

Fran groaned, and finally in desperation and hoping to end the whole ordeal sooner, she reached back between her parted legs and closed her hand over her husband's hotly pulsating penis. It felt so big! Somehow it seemed bigger than she had ever known it to be, and even though she felt it must be her imagination, she still suspected that it might be true. Tonight would mark the turning point in their relationship in some manner… tonight was different! She felt that she just couldn't take all of him inside her from behind like this. Usually they made love in the more normal positions, but sometimes Brint got something crazy like this into his head. For a moment she thought of Giuliano… he'd had unusual ideas too, but somehow with him it had all seemed normal and natural, not hideously demeaning like this.

"It's going to go in too far!" she gasped fearfully.

Brint ignored his wife's statement and squeezed his fingers at the top of her cringing thighs, a signal that he was just about fed up with waiting for her to comply with his wishes. After all, he thought, it wasn't often that he asked her to do something different. He squeezed again, this time bringing a slight whimper of pain and indignation from Fran's lips.

Tearfully, even bitterly she placed her husband's heavy, blunt-tipped cock-head against the tight elastic opening of her nakedly trembling cuntal slit. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying in earnest, but even so she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Behind her, Brint's thickly probing cock began a slow, teasing grinding motion against her open vaginal lips, moving about in such a fashion that he exposed the hidden moisture up between them and forced the quivering lips wide open with a heavy inward pressure.

"Oooooooo!" Fran cried, her fingers still holding tight around the invading thickness of her husband's lust-swollen cock.

"Oooooooo God!" she groaned out again through tightly clenched teeth. It was forcing its way up inside the fearfully resisting ring of her cringing vaginal passage, moving steadily inward, the harsh determination of his cock stretching the tender hair-fringed lips of Fran's widespread pussy until she could feel the full blood-engorged thickness slithering almost unimpeded up into her warmly pulsing passage.

The huge bulbous head of his penis was pushing the pink inner flesh of her helplessly open cunt along in front of it in tiny rippling waves, each ripple causing Fran an acute discomfort that made her moan out loud.

"God, darling… not like this!" she pleaded. "Let me turn over… let me turn over now… on my back," she cried.

But it was no use. Her fingers now locked tightly into the crumpled bedsheet before her as she tried to maintain some kind of balance, some kind of dignity in the face of what was being done to her defenseless body. She could hear Brint panting like a wildly excited male animal behind her, and she couldn't help thinking of a dog… a big, frightening dog attacking her sexually! He was pressing his hips heavily into her upthrust buttocks, his hard advancing cock driving deep, deep into her open vaginal mouth, impaling her cruelly from behind.

Fran's lips opened and closed in helpless torment. Her whole nakedly kneeling body trembled in helpless humiliation. It was horrible! It felt as though he had penetrated much farther than was healthy or normal. She moaned and turned her head into the already damp sheet beneath her, breathing a staccato rhythm into the bed. Her heart pounded wildly and wisps of her blonde hair clung to the moist flesh of her cheeks as well as her neck and naked white shoulders.

She would leave him… she could never live with a man like this… take this kind of treatment… listen to his degrading words! She'd go and get work again… she knew she could… she'd show him! She'd make him crawl to get her back!

But these resentful thoughts didn't continue much longer. The teasing ravishment of her widespread pussy was beginning to be too much for the distraught young wife. Instead of pounding into her as she had thought he would, Brint changed his tactics and began to fuck his desire-hardened penis in a teasingly slow rhythm, churning and flexing his long hard cock piston-like inside her moistly clinging vagina.

"Ah!" she gasped. "Don't stop… don't ever stop!"

Excited by his wife's growing arousal, Brint began to fuck more and more intensely in and out of the tightly clasping, throbbing pussy that now welcomed his penetrating cock. He had an outrageous feeling of power… of absolute manliness! With longer and harder lunges, Brint buffeted up against Fran's now hotly grinding buttocks, his spear-like penis disappearing each time into the utmost depths of his beautiful, slavishly kneeling wife's now hungrily accepting little belly.

"Oh Christ baby, it's good!" he cried, his thick fingers gripping harder around the nakedly straining thighs that had appeared in so many bathing suit ads, feeling the soft unresisting flesh giving way beneath his pressuring. Brint could feel his impossibly hard cock growing tighter and stiffer with each brutal thrust, and low grunts of pleasure emanated from deep in his throat. She was really with it tonight… tonight his wife's hot little cunt was really getting it… he was fucking her where it counted!

Kneeling before him, Fran struggled helplessly with her passion and the almost overwhelming feeling of shame that alternated with it. She thought that she had never before felt her husband so deep inside her, and she was unable now to control the passion surging through her involuntarily writhing body.