Phyllis Baxter - A loving family

Tom gazed into her lovely face and saw a great change come over it. She was the embodiment of pure sexual lust, as though she had been waiting a lifetime for this one grand fuck. As his rampant cock plunged rhythmically up into her cunt, his sperm-swollen balls slapped noisily against her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks.

At last Jean had the satisfaction of having her cunt filled to overflowing with a man's cock. She seemed to be completely controlled by every movement of his heavily hammering hardness, and she was no longer embarrassed or ashamed. Tom was right… such bliss between married lovers couldn't be wrong! She was being fucked in broad daylight, on an airplane, with everyone aboard aware of what she was doing… and she loved it! It was the most exciting experience of her life! Her body was hungry for this kind of sex, had always been hungry for it, and she could admit it calmly to herself. As though her thoughts had transmitted an order, her legs spread even further apart, widening further the thin, narrow slit of her cunt. She arched her voluptuously curved hips and automatically stayed in constant rhythm with her husband's wildly jerking penis and moans were coming from deep in her throat, sounding like animal noises.

The lust-crazed man knew that he couldn't control his cum much longer as he fucked his excitedly throbbing cock in and out of her wet pussy. His eyes were riveted on her hungrily clasping cunt, and he was elated to see that she was arching up, driving her hips upward to meet the punishing strokes of his long, hard cock. She was coming around, as he always knew she would, and fast becoming the most beautiful fuck he'd ever had.

She was totally caught up in the abandoned pounding of his throbbing cock, and she released her muscles to follow whatever course he chose.

Jean's head rolled from side to side, and she groaned in pleasure as she felt her own orgasm building to the eruption point. Her full breasts bobbed and heaved with her efforts, and she ran her pink tongue over her soft dry lips, desperately trying to put herself over the rim of the torment that wracked her body. She wanted to cum more than she'd ever wanted anything in the world.

Without realizing that she was uttering the words, she began to chant in a hoarse voice, "Fuck it… fuck my cunt! Oh, fuck it good, Tom darling… fuck it… fuck it… fuck it!"

Her mind was blank. She was aware of nothing but her frantic need for release… to feel her husband's turgid cock ravaging her cunt until she received that blessed, tingling relief! She could envision the way she must look, with her naked buttocks exposed so boldly, her pussy spread wide to take all of her husband's rock hard cock, and the mental image excited her even more. She pictured the lewdness of the scene, and suddenly, she didn't care. She wanted to be fucked this way always! Nothing mattered in the world but the cunt-splitting fucking she was receiving with everyone on board knowing, full well, she was getting it!

Her body seemed to be on fire, and all her self-control was gone. The tempo of her body movements was automatic, guided by the thrusts of her husband's pile driving cock. She was his to do with as he wanted to… now and for the rest of her life!

The desire inflamed newly-wed could feel her belly trembling as the need to cum rose rapidly, and she began to claw at his back with her fingernails, as if she would stuff his whole body far up inside her cunt and keep him there forever. She began to moan loudly, begging him to fuck her… to make her cum… and Tom's face was a vision of sheer delight. She was going to cum… the right way… fully and without holding back. He felt a surge of masculine pride at the thought of how quickly he had managed to bring her around to his ways of sex.

He felt his juices boiling over, and he quickened his thrusts, feeling the hot cum spilling from his balls and flowing steadily up the throbbing shaft of his cock. He knew by the way she moved her hips up and down, in machine gun rapidity, rubbing her dancing clitoris against his hotly throbbing cock that she was only a second behind him. At last his cum shot like a shotgun blast into her hotly steaming pussy, filling it to overflowing, and then backfiring back out again, dripping down over her nakedly flexing anus, and as she felt it Jean began to cry out with the excruciating delight of sexual fulfillment!

"Ooohh, lover…" she moaned, "Fuck me forever… don't stop! Don't ever stop… more, more, more… give it to me, fuck me, fuck me… please…" Jean's love cries mingled with her husband's over the roar of the jet engines as she kicked her legs out, waving them wildly in the air like a madwoman.

Tom could hardly believe his eyes! Could this be the woman his brother had courted and married? Was this the reticent, sexually hung up woman he had taken for his own wife? He had fucked her the night before, but this was an entirely different woman. He rammed his now softening cock deeper up into her still wildly cumming cunt, trying to give her the very last drop of pleasure. His own semen was covering his testicles as he emptied his cum into her insatiably devouring cunt walls, yet he couldn't stop her wild movements of naked abandonment beneath him.

Finally, their emotions drained, Tom lay atop her heavily for a moment, gasping, filled with awe. Jean's body was numb with excitement and gratification. She hadn't dreamed that sex could do this… could fill her very soul with pleasure and love for the man who had made it happen to her.

As the sable-haired wife breathed heavily, her eyes closed, Tom rolled off her, lying on his back, his cum-covered cock now limp. It had been far more wonderful than he had expected, and his thoughts were now on the future, when they learn more of one another's desires and needs, and the different, erotic ways of sex. It was going to be the most rewarding experience of his life to be the man to unleash this woman he loved from her sexual chains.

Tom was almost startled by the sound of his wife's voice. "Would you pour us some champagne, darling?" she calmly requested. Her voice sounded controlled, but Tom detected a slight tremor. He appreciated her effort, and he laid one hand on her cum-flooded pussy, squeezing it gently. She had astonished him with her coolness, and Tom almost jumped for the bottle on the table beside the narrow bed. He quickly poured two glasses and handed one to his beautiful wife.

"To us darling," he toasted.

"And to our children." Jean added, sipping heavily at the bubbly wine. A gentle smile sweetened her lips and she sighed in contentment. A wave of love swept over her new husband as he looked at her.

Jean's mind was on the children, after three years away from her son, it was now only a matter of days before they were reunited! "Oh Tom, you do think Paul and Linda will be pleased… about us, I mean, don't you?" she asked hopefully. "You don't suppose that they'll be hurt by our not waiting…"

"I'm sure they'll both be thrilled, Jean," he assured her. "They're both in their teens now and understand about waiting, and besides my Linda has always considered you more a mother to her than an aunt. We've just made it official!" The darkly handsome man's face clouded for an instant. "My only concern is Paul. I hope he doesn't resent my trying to take Dan's place…" he said somberly.

"He was never actually that close to his father," Jean said with a far away look in her eyes. Suddenly, her face brightened. "Oh, I just know they'll both be thrilled… as thrilled and happy as we are. Especially when they hear the news about the ranch!"

"Well, Paul might like the idea, but I have my doubts about Linda. From what I gather through her letters she's at that stage where she requires a lot of action, if you know what I mean, and I'm not quite sure a ranch in Colorado is quite her style."