Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

Brint pressed slowly outward with his thumbs to stretch the softly undulating moons of his wife's naked white buttocks wider apart, watching the pink wet folds of her unresisting blonde hair-trimmed cunt as they clung tightly around his rampaging cock. He knew that he'd never fucked her this deep before, and somehow he reveled in the fact. It was a milestone in their marriage, a point for him in their relationship. Maybe she'd calm down a little after this!

Grinning triumphantly to himself, he levered his pelvis forward, lifting himself up a little and letting the hard plunging shaft of his deeply skewering penis slip finally into the last remaining inch of Fran's vaginal sheath, feeling the over-stimulated tip of it sink all the way back into her openly accepting pussy.

Then, grinding his hips tightly up against the smooth quivering flesh of her buttocks, he rotated the thickly probing head around deep up inside, enlarging even more the tightly enclosing passage of her cunt until he suddenly felt his wife go to pieces beneath him. She squeezed the petal-like lips of her hotly clenching cunt elastically around the base of his heavily tingling cock, sending tiny pinpricks of lewd sensual delight shattering through his heavy, sperm laden testicles. Pulsing with untoward pleasure, his lustfully throbbing penis felt at home in the snug wetness of Fran's tightly encasing pussy. Fran opened and closed her eyes, lost in a daze of sudden all-consuming passion. Unmindful now of her lewd, servile position, she spread her eagerly welcoming thighs still wider apart, moving her knees way out on the bouncing bed. The excited young blonde could feel her breasts pressing erotically down into the crumpled sheet beneath her. She could feel their nipples hard and erect as she was buffeted forward along the covers by each advancing thrust of her husband's tirelessly pistoning cock. The smooth rubbery head of his penis grated teasingly against the tip of her cervix, creating a mindlessly rising joy within her that she never wanted to stop. Nothing mattered now but the incredible sensation of wild ecstatic pleasure coursing through her nakedly responding body. Never would she have dreamed she would respond in such a crude manner, but now she found she actually wanted to be taken this way… wanted him to have complete control of her body. It was a welcome release, a release that made her realize that she was suddenly and uncontrollably cumming, her crazily convulsing cunt pulsing with a lust-consuming fire.

"I'm there… oh god, Brint! I'm there!" she cried out, lifting her head so that the tendons on her neck stood out taut and tight. Behind her Brint gritted his teeth and let his heavy body drop hard down onto her, mashing her onto the bed but holding her desperately grinding loins back up at a high angle to his still thrusting cock. Like a madman, he plunged into her waiting pussy, making his wife cry aloud again at his force.

"Yeah… yeah… Give it to me! Give me your cum!" he cried. The huge fleshy hardness of his speeding penis moved ever upward as his sperm-bloated balls smacked heavily into the wetness of her widespread hair-lined cunt. Together they ground nakedly against each other, his driving penis slithering up to be devoured completely within the tight confines of Fran's wildly climaxing pussy. The hot wet walls of Fran's golden cunt clasped and unclasped, milking hungrily and desperately at his lust-maddened cock as she groaned out her pleasure. Brint could feel his semen beginning to spurt forward, his cock becoming a burning hot shaft of ecstatic sensation.

"Aaaaaaaaah! Gooooooood! Good pusssssssy!" he grunted lewdly, feeling his wife's orgasmic juices gushing wetly around his powerful cock, meeting his own and flowing down the full length of the throbbing hardness to trickle onto the swaying sac of his rapidly emptying testicles.

Fran was whimpering and squirming, her body hot with perspiration beneath her husband, relishing and delighting in the filling sensation of Brint's powerful squirts of white male cum.

"Oooooohhhhhh, Brint, Brint!" she cried. She was being drained of everything, she thought in one brief flash, her pride included. But God, it was good… so very good!

As Fran lay spread-eagled beneath her dark-haired young husband, face down, lying on her sperm-flooded belly, she felt his heavily perspiring nakedness lift off her. Her legs were wide open and drenched with cum, and beneath her on the bed she could feel a disconcerting pool of wet stickiness. Her blonde hair was a tangled mass around her head, but inside she felt an unprecedented contentment… a reaffirmation of her power as a woman… a feeling that if she could inspire such an emotion-packed and powerful act, she could perhaps do anything, anything she wanted to do! She lay quietly breathing, listening to the sounds of her husband moving about in the bathroom. She wanted to think more about it all, about her new state of mind… but she was so exhausted that she could feel sleep rapidly advancing upon her.

There would be plenty of time to think things through tomorrow… plenty of time!

Fran felt herself lapsing into a contented sleep. To think that she had been so filled with hatred for her husband such a short while before, and all because of that silly business about his brother coming for a visit. It seemed to her suddenly that it wouldn't be at all as bad as she was making it out to be. Perhaps she could even turn her brother-in-law Morgan's arrival into something beneficial for her! The tingling pleasure that still pervaded her loins colored her mental state, and feeling nothing but optimism for the future, Fran fell into blissful unconsciousness.

"Whew!" Little Jeanie got up from the floor of the hall, her knees aching from the long moments she'd been in one cramped position crouched before her parents' bedroom door. It seemed to her that her ear was burning so much it might fall off, and as she wandered in a trancelike state back to her own room, the precocious ten year old muttered odd snatches of sentences to herself. Her slight, youthful body was trembling as she entered the privacy of her room and headed toward her own bed.

"If only I'd known…" she said to herself, "that they had that between them. Why, it explains… it explains everything!"

Dreamily, Jeanie undid the robe she wore over her white nightgown and jumped into bed, pulling the covers up over her blonde head. Beneath the sheets she was aware as if for the first time of her own pubescent body, aware of the subtle changes that had just started within her, changes that now made more sense than ever before! The tiny swellings of her breasts, so sore to the touch and tender, did not seem so much of a bother as before, and now she understood why her mother had expressed surprise at noting that she was "developing early". Most of the girls in her class didn't have any breasts at all yet, except for Cindy, of course, who already wore a brassiere.

Over and over again the young girl repeated the phrases she'd heard her mother and father utter during the throes of their passion together. It was as if they were magical chants… magical in the sense that they would bring the same obvious pleasure and excitement to Jeanie herself. And this, she knew now, was what she wanted more than anything else in the world. She wanted to experience the same ecstasy that her mother knew, to invade the secret world of sexuality that all adults kept as private knowledge from children! There would be no more of that!

"Oooooh don't stop… don't ever stop!" she mimicked her mother, softly cooing to herself and feeling an undeniable thrill deep within her soft, untouched ten year old belly. Somehow Jeanie knew that life would be more worthwhile from now on… life would be worth living!