Grace Wilkinson - The late-late family show

The rapturous newscaster suddenly felt his wife go to pieces beneath him. It was the most exciting moment of their marriage. She squeezed the petal-like lips of her hotly clenching pussy, tightening herself around the base of his tingling cock, sending tiny pinpricks of lewd sensual pleasure through his sperm-laden testicles. Pulsing with untoward delight, Andy's lust-incited penis felt that it had come home as it lay snug in the heated moisture of his wife's tightly encasing pussy.

Lola opened and closed her eyes, but saw nothing. Everything was feeling now. Everything was wanting. She was lost in an all consuming passion. Unmindful of her servile and humiliating position or of the "political" implications of her act, the career-woman, the self styled "weather girl" of KTPQ spread her eagerly welcoming thighs still wider, moving her knees far apart on the bouncing bed. Her heavily swaying breasts were pressing erotically down into the crumpled sheet beneath her. She could feel her nipples hard and erect as they were buffeted forward along the bed with each advancing thrust of her husband's thick pistoning cock. The blunt rubbery tip of his penis pushed against the tip of her cervix timelessly, causing a rising joy within her that she wanted to be unending. Lola would never have dreamed that she could respond so crudely to the ecstatic pleasure that coursed through her nakedly responding body. Yet, at the moment when it was happening, it was a welcome release, and she was suddenly and uncontrollably cumming, her convulsing cunt reacting crazily, exploding her entire being to smithereens!

"I'm there! Oooooooommmmmmmmmmmmy God, I'mmmmm there!" she squealed with disbelief as the sheer power of her orgasm caused her head to snap back and the tendons in her long graceful neck to stand out. Behind her, Andy gnashed his teeth together, letting his body drop heavily down onto her so that the climaxing blonde was forced onto the bed, her knees collapsing beneath her. Andy held onto her desperately wriggling loins, keeping them uplifted at a high angle to his still thrusting cock. Like a madman he lunged again and again, until his wife began to sob with delirious joy.

"Ohhhhhhh give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" the dazed weather girl chanted, oblivious to the fact that she was saying anything at all.

The thrusting fleshy hardness of Andy's long thick penis moved ever upward while his semen-filled balls smacked heavily into the wetness of her widespread hair-lined cunt. Together they ground shamelessly against each other, the combined sweat of their bodies creating a glistening covering on their exposed flesh. As Lola's tumultuously climaxing cunt milked hungrily at his desire-hardened penis as Andy grunted and then felt his cum spurting forward, his cock a burning hot shaft of sensation as the impatient sperm sped its way out and into her wetly waiting pussy.

So strong was the climax that Andy felt a brief moment of discomfort, akin to pain, before he groaned lewdly and wallowed in the pleasure of it, feeling Lola writhing in complete wantonness beneath him, whimpering and squirming, her body overheated and flushed as she relished the sensation of Andy's heated cum filling her belly.

So good… so very gooooood… The words flitted through Lola's mind amidst the flashing lights and the spots of color that accompanied her orgasm until at the apex all was black but filled with a contradictory light that could not be described visually. It was a purely physical effect, and one which left the startled young blonde drained of everything.

Lola lay spread-eagled on her stomach, her legs quivering from exhaustion while up between them she was drenched with cum. Andy lifted slowly up from her and she felt the wet stickiness of her pussy and the cold damp of the spread beneath her. But inside, beyond the excitement and the pure feminine fulfillment something else was rising. The memory and the fear, and then pushing it away. The fear remained and the memory receded and what remained was fear and then anger with herself and with Andy. She lay quietly breathing and listening to the sounds of her husband moving about in the room.

The bastard must be pleased with himself! she thought. Damned well pleased.

But Lola was not very pleased at all.

Rudy Dayton was annoyed, but then it didn't take much to annoy the impetuous red-head. He was particularly mad this afternoon because the interview his sister had told him would turn out so damned well hadn't turned out well at all. He didn't have a clue as to whether old granite-face Foster was going to give him a job or not, but he suspected not, from the way the station owner had frowned at a couple of things he'd said.

The 74 Cougar sped across town and headed out to the suburbs. Rudy honked his horn impatiently if any other car or pedestrian looked as if he was going to get in the way.

"Calm down, honey," Rudy's wife, Denise, was using her sweetest voice. "After all, you don't know. He may give you the job anyway. I mean you didn't tell him to get fucked or anything like that, did you? I mean you just said 'fuck' once. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah, but you should've seen him! Turned red as a beet. Christ where's he been living? In a fucking museum?"

Denise was glad to note that Rudy was calming down a little. She was always frightened when they were driving and he was angry like that.

"But Lola shouldn't have told me it was all set if it wasn't!" Rudy blasted. Leaning over slightly he twisted the knob of the car radio, trying to find a music station that suited him.

"Yeah, she shouldn't have!" Denise agreed. She'd never liked Lola much, even though she'd met her only a couple of times. She'd seen a lot of her on TV though, since Rudy hardly ever missed a show. Denise hated to admit it, but she was jealous of her husband's relationship with his sister.

The pretty dark-haired twenty-two year old was much too smart however to let any of her resentment show. But anything that had to do with Lola made her secretly grit her teeth with anger… and she was simmering now.

Lola thought she was hot stuff, with her long blonde hair and all those capped teeth smiling at you from the TV screen. And that way she had of laughing about the weather, as though there was anything funny about it. And the way she wiggled when she had to walk away from the screen to pull down a map or something. Bitch!

And Rudy thought she was a saint! Well it would be a long while before that one saw heaven! Sometimes Denise thought she would scream when Rudy got going talking about his sister. She wished that she could prove to him that she was at least half as good and half as brainy as his sister, but it looked as if that day would never come.

Now they were almost at Lola's house, and Denise smiled to herself, hoping that Rudy would give his sister a hard time about the way the interview had gone. With an angry screech of tires Rudy spun into the driveway and then slammed on the brakes, causing another scream of rubber against the pavement.

Denise looked toward the house and couldn't help thinking about what it must be like to live in a place like that, with beautiful grounds and trees… and privacy. All her life she'd wanted a house with a driveway and a gate. Maybe one day she'd get one yet!

"You coming in?" Rudy asked her, his blue eyes ablaze with the things he planned to tell Lola.

"No," Denise said. "I think I'll just wait for you. You won't be long will you?"

"No. I won't be long." Rudy was already out of the car. Denise sat watching him as he walked up to the house. She couldn't help admiring the strong muscular back, the tall athletic body that moved gracefully like a panther. She and Rudy had been married for almost a year now, and just looking at him could still thrill her to the marrow of her bones. Even now, she felt it, that little tickle down in her belly, the slow moistening up between her nylon-encased legs. Once more she asked herself if all that translated into love. She didn't know, not for sure anyway. All the young brunette knew was that she wanted Rudy completely in spite of the fact that he was hard to live with, what with his quick temper. But there was also a sweet side to him; and as a lover, well, he couldn't be beat. None of her other boyfriends before their marriage had even come close to making Denise feel what Rudy did – constantly, over and over again.