Grace Wilkinson - The late-late family show

Andy's hands were eagerly caressing her nakedness now, and her husband's breath was coming in great gasps as she found herself straining forward, her breasts hanging like ripe fruits beneath her while her thighs tightened instinctively together, the muscles in her lithe young body taut as she realized that Andy was treating her this way to punish her. His hands reached around beneath her hips and began teasing the softly swinging mounds of her breasts, cupping them upward and rolling the stiff little nipples between his fingers. In spite of herself, Lola jumped at the erotic contact. Her breasts had always been extremely sensitive, and the young weather-girl had always thought of this as a weakness of sorts; a kind of Achilles' heel so to speak.

To the twenty-five year old blonde's dismay, Andy continued rolling and teasing her berry-like nipples while he shuffled forward behind her on the bed on his knees, the hot rigid tip of his cock pressing deep into the crevice between her open buttocks.

"Ooooooh!" Lola moaned as she felt his penis lewdly pulsing against her defenselessly exposed flesh. Sex with Lola was rarely something to be enjoyed for itself alone, but rather a means toward some end; to make someone love her more and want to do things for her, for example, or simply to alleviate her own annoying desires, to get rid of them as it were so that she could be free to think of other things.

And so it was doubly upsetting that Andy's hands on her ripely swaying breasts were beginning to drive her mad, to excite her so that she squirmed backward in an unwittingly erotic motion. God knew she didn't want to enjoy this performance, to lower herself to the level of a common woman who had nothing better to do than to give herself up body and soul to an aroused male! But the tiny electric shocks of unwanted pleasure were tingling about and moving from her nipples to stab hotly through the rest of her nakedly quivering body. She felt obscenely naked as she thought resentfully of Andy's superior strength, of his superior position at the studio, of the fact that he was old Foster's "fair haired boy"; Foster – the company boss who was rumored to think that women were without exception nitwits. That was why she herself couldn't go to him and suggest her brother for a vacancy, why she had to get Andy to do it!

Lola almost growled with anger as she felt her husband's hands slip downward from her breasts, trailing hot paths of desire along her naked flesh as they encircled her narrow waist. His tantalizing fingers paused, momentarily to grip the tops of her trembling thighs, then tightened until his fingers dug painfully into her delicate flesh.

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but she bit her lip to keep from crying in earnest. Behind her she could feel Andy's thickly probing penis begin a slow grinding motion against her open vaginal lips, moving about in such a fashion that he exposed the hidden moisture up between them and forced the quivering layers of cuntal flesh wide open with a heavy inward pressure.

"Ooooooooh!" Lola cried, her fingers digging into the soft velvet coverlet of the bed as she attempted to hold herself up, or at least to keep her chin from skidding ignominiously into the mattress. The invading thickness of her husband's lust-swollen penis forced its way up inside the futilely resisting ring of vaginal muscles, moving steadily inward until the furious blonde could feel his full blood-engorged hardness slithering up into her warmly pulsing passage.

The pink inner flesh of Lola's helplessly open cunt was being pressured in tiny rippling waves, each ripple causing the weather girl a combination of acute discomfort and pleasure that made her moan out loud.

"Let me turn over!" she said tensely. "It's going in too far like this!"

But Andy either didn't hear her or was pretending not to, and Lola locked her fingers tightly into the rumpled spread trying to maintain some kind of dignity despite the undignified position she was in. The distressed wife's lips opened and closed in helpless torment as Andy pressed his hips heavily into her upthrust buttocks, his long hard cock driving deep, deep up into her open vaginal mouth, impaling her from behind. Lola's nakedly kneeling body trembled in helpless humiliation. It occurred to her that her father must have been like this with her mother, must have made her do all sorts of things for his own egomaniacal pleasure. Her heart pounded wildly at the thought, and wisps of her blonde hair clung to the moist flesh of her face as well as to her neck and naked white shoulders.

If she had ever thought that Andy could be this way with her, she never would have married him. Visions of divorce and alimony danced in her head. But was she ready to make it alone yet? The idea frightened her in spite of all the bravado that was a part of her make-up. It frightened her almost as much as the seeping pleasure that the teasing ravishment of her widespread pussy was causing. Because now, instead of pounding savagely into her softly clinging vaginal depths, the way it seemed he'd intended to, Andy began to fuck upward in slow churning rhythm, flexing his long penis within the moistly throbbing walls.

"Ah!" Lola gasped, "Aaaaaaah! Uuuuuuuuuh!"

Andy was outrageously excited by his wife's growing arousal. It was an arousal that seemed more genuine than ever before, if only because he had the sense of having caused it, of creating it, rather than being swept along by it. With more and more intensity now, he fucked in and out of the hotly throbbing pussy that now welcomed his lunging cock. Andy buffeted up against Lola's hotly grinding buttocks, his thick spearing penis disappearing each time into the utmost depths of his subserviently kneeling wife.

"Oh, Christ, baby, it's good!" he grunted, his powerful fingers gripping harder around the nakedly straining thighs that were so soft and unresisting to his touch. His impossibly hard cock felt as if it were growing tighter and stiffer with each thrust, and low moans of pleasure emanated from deep in his chest. She was really enjoying it. She really wanted the feel of his cock in there, going higher, farther than it ever had before! he thought, excitedly.

Lola was now totally unable to control the passion surging through her involuntarily writhing body. She was a hot-bed of seething lust that seemingly had nothing to do with her true self. Once thought control slipped away, there was nothing left but a woman in great need of this deep hard fucking. This beautiful fucking that she was getting in a lewd kneeling position right in her own bedroom.

She had never felt him so deep. Never, she thought, felt any man so deep! How deep had her father entered her poor mother? Poor mother who never complained about anything. Surely she never would have complained about this. Words and visions danced in the blonde woman's mind, seemingly unconnected, but all having to do with what was happening to her, in some inexplicable way.

Andy pressed slowly outward with his thumbs to stretch the softly undulating moons of his wife's naked white buttocks wider apart. Fascinated, he watched the pink wet folds of her unresisting hair-trimmed pussy as they clung tightly to his rampaging penis with each withdrawal stroke.

Maybe things would be different after this, he thought. Maybe this was exactly what Lola had needed, had wanted all along? Grinning triumphantly to himself, Andy levered his loins forward, lifting himself up higher on his knees to let the hard plunging shaft of his deeply skewering cock slip into the last remaining fraction of an inch within Lola's wetly accepting pussy.

"Aaaaaaannnnn!" Lola half sighed, half cried. She shook her head wildly and arched herself backward to meet him as Andy behind her ground his hips tightly up against the smooth quivering flesh of her buttocks, rotating the thickly probing head of his penis deep up inside her ecstatic belly.