Alberta Graham - The twins and mother

"You thought you had a good thing going, didn't you?" Don asked, his voice bitter and his eyes filled with loathing for the beautiful young creature who knelt lewdly upon the bed in his sons' room.

From her uncomfortable position on the bed, terror struck deep in Carolyn's heart. "Oh, Don, please don't say things like that to me… Oh, Don!" she whimpered.

Everything was muddled in her mind. It didn't seem possible that she could be finding herself in this situation. And yet didn't her wanton actions indicate that something was wrong? Still, even before the strange spells, Carolyn had to admit to herself that she had been restless enough to accept the magazine salesman's intimate embraces, and if she had not been caught by the twins, it would have been fun having him back, time and time again. Don was right to be furious with her, but God, what was she going to do now? How could she ever start her life over again? Without Don's benevolent protection, without anything?

Don peered down at Carolyn's white, widespread buttocks deciding that he would punish the lovely young girl he'd been so in love with in a manner which she would never ever forget. How many times had she betrayed him in the short weeks of their marriage. Don hesitated to even wager a guess. He'd been so anxious to keep her happy, so hopeful that she would return the deep love he felt for her. But she had been insatiable, so insatiable that she had gone into his sons' room to attack them when he had fallen asleep! It was unspeakable! Unthinkable! Perhaps she'd even been in their room before! The boys had said something about their new mother acting strange, and he'd paid no attention to that!

"You spread those legs wider!" he commanded. He was naked behind his adulterous new bride, his once dormant penis now bulging thick with big veins that stood out on the sides of the hardened shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of the twenty-one year old's full rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, he bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tiny, puckered anus.

"Nnnnnnnnnn…!" Carolyn shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back there. It seemed so obscene that Don should be doing such a thing to her, and yet, deep inside the little thrills created by the 'sauce' she'd consumed in her toothpaste began to sprout once more. How could she protest when she knew that she deserved this from Don. He was her husband, and she could not deny that she had been unfaithful… more than that, she had committed an unforgivable act of bestiality, fornicating with a dog! And the family dog at that! More than that she had known mindless delights with her husband's children, accepting their slender boyish cocks high up within the moist, willing confines of her womb, and had made passionate love with another woman, not once, but twice.

Now her husband's tongue flicking teasingly in the crack of her defenselessly spread ass-cheeks sent chills running through her.

"Wider!" he ordered gruffly, beginning to really enjoy himself. Don withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the little brown opening. Carolyn's long, beautiful legs were spread far apart, so far that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined at her loins. Then suddenly the new bride felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her rectum and she realized with alarm that Don was working his finger into her back there. His finger was thick and with a sudden surge of fear Carolyn realized that he was going to push it all the way into her. She tried to wiggle away from him as his middle finger began to turn in the deep channel of her tightly clenched rectum, sliding steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions.

"Nnnnnnnnnnghhhh!" Carolyn groaned. The pain in her unused passage was indeed horrid and even worse was the very idea of what Don was doing!

But Don pulled her buttocks back up in the air, when she tried to scramble away, or lean forward to escape his touch. He made his guilty young wife remain in the humiliating position that made her rear passage so wide open to his lewd fondling.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it? You were begging for something… for anything… well this is something!"

The watching twins cowered by the door, wondering if perhaps they had gone too far in their little trap. To their amazement their father had turned into a cool, appraising madman. They had not quite expected that. But they decided to watch it all to the very end, in case they might be able to be of some assistance in one way or another.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhh!" Carolyn grunted, more softly now, and the boys could see that their father had removed his finger from their stepmother's back passage, and that he had replaced it with the hard knob of his thrusting cock. They could see that his penis was beet red from the effort of trying to slip into the tight cringing little hole that nestled between their new mother's pale and trembling buttocks.

"Jeez!" said Bennie.

"Cripes!" Tim whispered under his breath.

Carolyn's face reddened. She seemed so very exposed, so vulnerable. Tears ran down her cheeks and her long, blonde hair fell in her eyes. She was trying to support herself on her elbows but every now and then she would pitch forward, propelled by Don's thrusting penis. It was only in about a quarter of an inch, but the pain in her virginal back passage was more than she could bear.

"I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life… fuck you in that tight little ass of yours… the one you sit on all day long except when you're shaking it for someone else!" Don whispered, huskily.

Don's words stung and echoed in Carolyn's ears and her pink, flushed body trembled uncontrollably from the pain in her rectum.

Don let his fingers roam teasingly all over Carolyn's beautiful legs, her hips and her belly, and both of them sensed that it was for the sake of memory… that it was perhaps the last time he would be touching her. Carolyn felt her skin crawling everywhere Don touched. She whimpered softly now, wondering if he would ever be finished with her, and yet not wanting it to end, for at the end, she felt was an abyss of darkness in which Don would not care what happened to her.

Then his hands slipped into the warm, hair-fringed lips beneath Carolyn's pale white belly, the obscenely wriggling fingers sliding wetly into the defensively moistened slit of her blonde-haired cunt.

"Aaaaaaaaah!"

Simultaneously, Don began to rock and to push, rock and push, worming forward all the time, pulling Carolyn's helplessly exposed body back to him so that within moments the hot tip of his penetrating penis surged forward all the way up into the depths of the young girl's tightly resisting anus.

"Aaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" Carolyn twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the red-hot searing pain in her rectum, but Don's thick cock was angrily sinking further and further into the tight, dark virginity of her back passage and the shameful pain flared up to include every portion of her being.

The young woman felt weak and debilitated as though she would never be able to hold up under this lewd back-fucking. Behind her she could feel Don beginning to warm to his task, moaning out lustfully behind her in a voice she'd never heard him use before.

"UUUUuuuuuughhhhhh! Fuck back… fuck back!" he growled out.

Weakly at first, and then with more and more assurance, Carolyn did as she was told, while nearby the twins watched with increasing interest.

With each vicious stab from behind, the young wife tried to screw her quivering buttocks back into the pain. Perhaps, soon, it would be all over. Perhaps then this one would be the last, horrid stroke!

But it was not over, and Carolyn's cries of distress began to trail off as the odd pain, without the slightest warning, began to ignite a masochistic spark deep within her. The drugged wife's belly quivered with a definite pleasure at what was happening and something about even this ghastly punishment released that hidden torrent of lust that had lain buried inside her. She could visualize herself almost as though she were someone watching herself lewdly kneeling, her full firmly-rounded ass-cheeks quivering high in the air while her angered husband thrust mercilessly, over and over again, into her once-virgin passage.