Phyllis Baxter - A loving family

Jean lay still, her mind a mass of conflicting sensations. She was repulsed at her own lewdness, but her body thrilled at Tom's lovemaking. She tried to think of what he had said about nothing being wrong between two people in love, and God knew she loved him, but she could not help feeling vile… and at the same time wonderful! At last the conflict was pushed aside as she became totally overpowered by the hot, licking pleasure her husband was giving her. As his darting tongue contacted her convulsing clitoris, a jolt of electric pleasure danced wildly through her body.

The lust-driven man moved his hands down under her nakedly curved buttocks, bringing her groin ever closer to his face, then he drove his tongue deep up into her cunt and licked hungrily along the steaming furrow until he brushed her clitoris. Feeling the tiny bud moving elusively about, he tried to trap it, nipping it over and over with his teeth. At each nibble, Jean arched her body and gasped, feeling jolts of passion streaking throughout her entire body. Tom let the hard little nub of flesh slip out from between his teeth after he had drawn a huge mouthful of the soft, wet cuntal flesh deep up into his sucking mouth.

The sable-haired wife moaned aloud with the ecstasy that was part pain. She had never felt more intense pleasure before, and yet her mind was battling her long held beliefs about the wrongness of this kind of sex. A man's mouth on her cunt! His teeth nipping at her clitoris! It had to be sinful!

She almost shouted the questions aloud as they hammered at her brain. What's happening to me? How could I, almost a prude, have possibly fallen in love with a man of such wickedly exciting inclinations?

She tried to remember some similar thrill from her first husband, but she couldn't. Her only identification with Dan was through having borne his son. This lusty man, Dan's own brother, was infinitely more sexually exciting.

Tom could feel the pressure building in his loins, and although he enjoyed thrilling her this way, he knew he had to fuck her soon. He'd never had her in this helpless position before, and he wanted to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. He had his tongue over the softly pulsing flesh of her pussy-lips, and passion swept over him in waves. He tried desperately to shove his tongue to the very bottom of her now hungrily clutching cunt, but he couldn't. Only his cock would go in that far, and it had to be soon.

Jean had given up trying to fathom her feelings… it was too overwhelming… too wonderful, what Tom was doing to her cunt! She didn't even realize that she was trying to spread her legs wider to allow more of his tongue inside her, and as her husband took advantage of the opportunity, plunging the full length of its wetness deep inside her vagina, Jean almost fainted with joy. Her head rolled from side to side, as if she would shake out the last traces of guilt and embarrassment, and her voice became a weak groan.

The handsome forty-year-old husband suddenly raised his head and looked at the sensuously pulsating cunt he had been sucking and devouring, and he moved so that his hard cock was only a few inches from her hotly throbbing pussy lips. He could hardly resist the urge to ram it full length up into her cunt, until it went all the way up into her quivering belly, making sure that her warm, damp cunt flesh engulfed every last inch of his turgid cock! He looked at Jean's face and saw sudden fear in her brown eyes, and his love came flooding out, momentarily quelling his animalistic desires. Later, with patience and time, he knew she would be able to accommodate any sexual act he chose to perform on that voluptuously formed body of hers.

"Take my cock and guide it up into your cunt, Jean," he said softly. The passion-driven brunette heard her husband, but she froze with guilt. At her age, she mentally scolded herself, but still she could not bring herself to touch her husband's penis. Yet when Tom repeated his order, her hand slipped down fearfully and she grasped the thick, hard shaft of his cock and slowly guided the swollen head of it to the lips of her welcoming cunt. She could feel the blood pulsing through the lust-swollen shaft, and she flushed deeply.

"Put it in!" her husband commanded. Trembling with anticipation, she spread the lips of her pussy with one hand and let the huge rod of flesh slide in. She felt as if she were detached from herself, standing aside and looking from a distance at this lewd scene, yet her pussy was burning to engulf his wonderful cock. She thought she would scream with agony if Tom didn't fuck her soon and put out the furious fires of passion burning almost out of control in her belly now.

The dark-haired beauty sighed loudly as the first few inches of his blood-engorged cock fucked into her, then Tom took over, pressing forward with his hips, driving his rigid cock against the restraining flesh of her inner cunt until it surrendered to his onslaught, and his cock rammed inside her up to the hilt, lubricated by the hotly flowing juices that were lining her cunt. He levered her legs upward again, so that her ankles rested high up on his shoulders. He was partially on his knees and he looked down at the erotically stimulating sight of his cock buried inside his wife's cunt, his dark eyes shining with lust.

Jean removed her hands from between her legs, and Tom slid his knees beneath her buttocks, arching his back mightily as he pulled her groin close to his, allowing his monstrous cock to penetrate deep enough to touch the very bottom of her belly up inside. He had never before enjoyed fucking a woman's cunt as he was enjoying Jean's, and he knew that with time it could only become better!

Jean craned her neck to see what was happening, almost as excited by what she saw as what she felt. She lay back, moaning, "Oooohhh… Tom, darling… you're so good!" She wanted to say more, to tell him to ram his cock harder and harder into her hungrily yearning cunt, but she couldn't. She was, still unable to rid herself of the sense of detachment, as though this shameless wanton was someone else and the real Jean Stevenson was standing off to the side, watching the whole lurid scene!

Now Tom began to fuck his rock-hard cock into her with all his strength, stretching her tight pussy walls unmercifully, savoring the pleasant friction they provided for his cock. His thrust was so violent that their pelvic areas crashed together, and she groaned in pain. But his cock went deeper, slamming into the depths of her vagina, digging hard up into her cervix.

Jean was almost delirious with pleasure and pain. She had never had a cock fucking so deep up inside her before, and it was heaven, but so different from the way his brother had fucked her! Her buttocks jerked away slightly in an attempt to keep him from fucking her so deep, but her husband's fingernails bit into her flesh, and he held her firm, pistoning his cock into her rapidly now. Jean tried to tighten her cunt muscles to slow him down slightly but it was futile. It felt too delightful when he speared it into her, and the more she fought and resisted, the harder her husband fucked it to her hotly burning cunt. The spongy head of his cock seemed to slip all the way up into her belly as Tom gasped with the effort of fucking his massive cock up into her openly spread cuntal sheath, and he was mouthing obscene words that her mind wanted to reject, but couldn't.

"Baby… you were made for fucking," he gasped. "You've got the sweetest cunt in the world… just perfect for my nice big cock… there's never been a better fuck…"

The pain had gone now, and only the electric shocks of pleasure swept over the helplessly impaled woman's body. She closed her eyes and concentrated her full attention to the marvelous thrills of his deeply skewering cock. No longer did she feel dirty or sinful, no longer did she feel the guilt or the pain. There was nothing but the wonderful freedom and she felt gloriously happy as her husband's cock seemed to fill her entire being with wild, wanton, sexual pleasure.