Phyllis Baxter - A loving family

She seemed to be getting with it, he realized as she set up a counter-motion with his plunging cock, pushing back hard to take still more of it into her anus. He knew that she would enjoy it and he was glad that he had chosen this time to try it. Jean's hand snaked between her legs and grasped his balls. She massaged them gently, squeezing slightly as they bounced about in rhythm with his deeply plunging cock. It was crazy, she thought, but she felt the same way about being fucked in the ass as she had by the regular way. She wanted more of him inside her, even his balls! She could tell by the lustful moans that were coming from his throat that he was enjoying it this way, and she wanted it to be perfect for him when he shot his cum far up into her waiting rectal depths.

The lust-driven man was almost ready to cum and he had to slow his rampaging movements to hold back. He wanted to prolong this delicious sensation as long as possible while his wife got used to it, all in one session.

She was beginning to enjoy the feeling of being filled to overflowing, and she played with his testicles joyfully, reveling in the fact that she was able to accept her husband's sexual ways and fully gratify his every desire.

Suddenly and without warning, the words came flooding from her mouth… words she never thought she was capable of saying. "Oh, fuck me darling… fuck my asshole… fuck me deep and hard… yes, there, Tom, there… fuck me… fuck me, Tom!" She felt waves of wild excitement sweeping over her as the words aroused her to her fullest sexual capacity. "I want to feel your cum shooting up into my ass!" she cried. "Do it, darling… do it!" she begged. She couldn't understand why the lewd words aroused her so, nor did she know how much they aroused her husband. Tom knew at that instant that he had found what he had always dreamed of, the perfect wife! Jean was the essence of beauty and discretion in public, but in bed she became a tigress. She was raging wild, and could never be satisfied! She would make his life complete… he would be giving his daughter a mother and would become a father to her son… it was the total fulfillment of a dream!

He began to concentrate on his orgasm, knowing that she had almost reached her peak of excitement. He saw her hand steal between her legs and her fingers begin to work at the folds of her hot, wet cunt-flesh. She began to breathe differently, drawing in huge gulps of air with a groaning sound that told him she would be able to cum using her fingers as he shot out his hotly burgeoning cum deep up inside her asshole. It thrilled him to know that he had led her to this point of being able to sexually fulfill both their needs in whatever form of sexual intercourse he chose. He began to fuck harder up into her wide-split little anal passage. His pelvis thudded against her moon-shaped buttocks, so deep was he fucking her rectum, and she worked away at her clitoris with her fingers.

Jean could feel his huge cock fucking in and out of her through the thin walls of her cunt and she was deliriously happy at the sensation of being totally used… totally filled.

"Oh Tom… fuck it that way! Fuck it harder! Just cum, darling, I don't care if it hurts… I want you to! Please!" she cried in a delicious torment. She was afraid that he would stop suddenly thinking she was in pain, but she needn't have worried. Her sensitive husband had noted the slight tones of pain in her moaning and her words, and it added a sadistic thrill to his fucking. He watched his salacious fucking in and out of the tiny brownish hole, sliding in and out easily now. His sperm-swollen balls seemed about to burst, and the sweat stood out on his face from his efforts. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before he shot his white-hot sperm deep up into her virginal little rectum, and he hoped that she was almost to the point of orgasm too. Jean's body was bouncing and screwing back with each thrust of his cock, and she seemed totally rapt in the thrills she was receiving. "Oh Tom! Oh baby!" she moaned, pushing back hard against his cock. "Keep on fucking it, darling… fuck it harder! I've got to cum… fuck my ass…" At her words, Tom abandoned all thought of control. He began to ram his cock in and out with piston-like strokes, knowing he was close to cumming, and that his wife was on the brink. As one hand ripped at her clitoris, Jean grabbed the pillow with the other, and she shoved the corner of it into her mouth as if to stifle a scream. Tom couldn't understand what she was saying, but it didn't matter. They were both in an animalistic stage where words meant nothing… only the wild, raging thrills that coursed through their bodies. Tom felt like a king… she was every woman… all he could possible want. She had made him love himself for being her teacher… for teaching her to respond! Jean's hand pawed madly at her soaking cunt, and she took the pillow from her mouth and begged… "Don't stop Tom… give me more… give me everything!"

His wife's cries brought the lust-maddened husband to a new peak of frenzy, and he rammed his cock as hard and fast as he could up into her anal channel. He didn't want it to go soft on him, he could go on like this forever with his wild, insatiable wife. He knew from the way her legs were jerking and her buttocks were quivering that Jean was already experiencing her orgasm, but as he rammed his penis harder into her, she seemed to launch into a second and more shattering orgasm. Her body shook violently as her face contorted with exquisite pleasure of sexual fulfillment… more than she had ever dreamed possible.

When at last the burning passion smoldered into embers, Jean collapsed forward onto her stomach while her husband fell with his full weight on top of her, still breathing heavily. Although she felt near perfect happiness from the joy her husband had given her, she couldn't help feeling somehow debased and shamed by the anal fucking she had received. Yet, how could she have enjoyed it so? And how could she love a man who wanted to perform such immoral acts? Jean thought she may grow to accept it, but she would never really understand it…

Tom and Jean had a drink at the airport to calm their nerves while they waited for the children's flight to arrive. The plane had been late and both parents grew anxious, but once the flight arrived, Paul and Linda were the first ones off the ramp. They were all delirious with joy, and amid tearful hugs and kisses, it had taken another hour to collect themselves enough to start the trip back into the mountains.

Both parents were surprised at how much Paul and Linda had grown and were pleased with how well shaped and pretty Linda was, but the real surprise was Paul. He was no longer a little boy and although Jean was very proud of his manliness and maturity at thirteen, she was a little hurt that she had missed the precious years with him between childhood and adolescence. She was most pleased about the way Paul seemed to fully accept Tom as his father. Although she never admitted it to Tom, or even to herself for that matter, Jean had been afraid that Paul might feel resentful about her marriage so soon after his father's death; that he might suffer from some misguided sense of loyalty. Sitting in the front seat with Tom, Jean bombarded the kids with questions about school, family, friends… she was so happy to see them both that she couldn't stop talking. The drive through the mountains was beautiful and both teenagers were wide-eyed, drinking in the scenery surrounding their new home. It was quite an astounding difference from the flat planes of Texas where they had lived for the last three years and even Linda couldn't resist the fascination of the majestic beauty of the place.

The time flew and as Tom pulled into the road leading up to the house, he proudly pointed out the dimensions of their property for Paul's benefit and for Linda, he pointed out the road leading to the nearby village. Entering the house, both teenagers looked about in awe, obviously impressed and excited, and Jean could tell that they were both going to like the place as much as she did. Tom showed the kids about and Jean started dinner, thinking she was the luckiest woman on earth.