Grace Wilkinson - The late-late family show

The pretty brunette winced as he at last extracted his fingers then shivered with fear as the bloated head of his hotly throbbing cock prodded at the dark ring. Andy strained forward then, sending it through the tightly constricted opening while Denise screamed out, "Oh, God no! It hurts… it hurts!" but he continued to lunge forward, summoning all his strength while he pulled her futilely squirming buttocks back tightly against his own pelvis.

As his hard fleshy staff sank deep up into the rubbery opening, Andy sawed back and forth until his thick pistoning cock was buried deep in her inflamed passage. Only then did Rudy's wife relax as the terrible pain ebbed. Seconds later she began to move back against him, meeting his forward thrusts.

The newscaster's long hard penis plunged on until it was sunk to the hilt in the stretched and burning channel. In spite of the still occasional flashes of pain, Denise began to moan in a growing pleasure. The sound incited a further assault from Andy who trailed his hands over her soft white buttocks now, kneading and squeezing the smooth resilient flesh and leaving a patchwork of red welts across it.

He breathed heavily now as he increased his efforts until at last he was thrusting with an almost superhuman force, driving his pelvis into her softly yielding buttocks with hard vicious smacks. His balls swung against her heavily, ready to explode, and sweat fell in huge wet drops over her hollowing back.

Denise moaned again, thrusting back against his pounding hips. Oh, God, she thought! If only he would cum… shoot his sperm deep up inside me. She had never believed that she could accept this degradation, and yet she knew now that it was all she really longed for. But Andy's climax, sunk deep there in her anal passage, would be the ultimate joy for her, and once again she wished desperately for that moment.

She felt his body jerk convulsively, then heard him begin to utter weird, half-crazy sounds. Oh, God! He was cumming… he was cumming!

And then Andy surged forward one final time, sending shattering waves of white hot sperm spurting deep up inside the tightly constricted passage. She felt it fill her, and felt fulfilled at the same time, quivering ecstatically as her own orgasm slammed into her like a freight train. And then her own soft fluids seeped from the seared walls of her vagina, bringing her the same peace and comfort that Andy had found.

As she felt his still warm sperm drip down the crevice of her stretched buttocks, she closed her eyes wearily… only to open them seconds later when Rudy slowly and tantalizingly slid his resurrected penis up into her tight little cunt.

Before seconds had passed, Lola had crawled nakedly over and her soft warm mouth was sucking at her left breast. Andy was nibbling at her right breast… and Denise realized with a sudden gush of tears – happy tears – that she was really one of them now!

"And so that's the news from the state capitol for tonight," said the chic blonde newscaster, flashing a pretty smile to her television viewers. "Now let's see what Rudy Dayton has for us in sports."

Then the TV camera panned from Lola Taberon to the red-haired sports announcer at one end of the large flood-lighted desk. Rudy beamed a broad freckled grin to the world, shouted, "Hi, sports fans!" and then launched into a professional rundown on the sports scene everywhere.

As soon as Rudy wound up the program's sports portion, ending it with a hearty "So long, sports fans!" the camera swung around and picked up the program's new, shapely weather reporter, standing before a large weather map, a pencil-thin pointer stick jutting from an outstretched slender arm.

Denise Dayton smiled prettily out at her unseen audience. "And now let's take a fast glance at the weather outlook in the Albany area tonight." She whirled around quickly, one hand perched sensually on a curvaceous hip, and began a rapid-fire rundown on the weather, darting in repeatedly to mark the glass-covered weather map with a grease pencil or jab at it with her pointer stick.

After Denise had wrapped up the weather report, she strolled seductively over to the long desk where Lola and Rudy sat. Then the camera zoomed in for a close-up of Station KTPQ's 7 o'Clock reporting team as the four of them waved a cheerful goodbye to viewers.

Then the program credits began turning on the screen. Andy Taberon's name rolled past first; he was the news director. Lola's followed, also Rudy's and Denise's, and others connected with the program.

This was the station's typical evening news format now. Major changes had been made in the program, for sure, and it had happened three days after the fateful and eventful night at the Taberons three months ago.

The changes had come about on instructions from old Foster who surprisingly announced that he was stepping down as station president and retiring "to find more time for pleasurable pursuits". His "pursuits" turned out to be a couple of 18 year-old Scandinavian twins and everyone says he looks fifteen years younger.

It had been a good change, many television viewers agreed. To viewers as well as station technicians, it was obvious that the program reporters worked hard at their jobs. Both news quantity and quality increased and the program's rating continued to soar.

Most important, team members were highly respected and popular with everyone. They projected a happy, hard-working family image. And no doubt about it: they believed in togetherness. They worked together, they lunched together, they drove to work together. And after each evening program, the happy Taberons and Daytons would all drive home together, which, after all, was convenient since they had recently moved into a new split-level, two-family home.

And now, another evening's program over, Andy and Lola, accompanied by Rudy and Denise, strolled arm-in-arm out of the station, on past a cluster of curious onlooking fans, some of whom were heard to comment on what a wonderful team they made.

They did, indeed, as they winked knowingly at each other. They were a "team" in more ways than the public would ever know… and they wouldn't change it for the world!