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Subject: FamSandw "A Family Sandwich"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: 1996/12/20
WARNING:
This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset
you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be the "TheEditor."
A Family Sandwich
Chapter 1
"Well, I hope he's not planning on staying forever!" Fran
said, her lips pursing in a half-pout. The attractive 29 year old
housewife was looking in her dressing table mirror, brushing her
hair before going to bed. Her long blonde curls shone
magnificently. Fran was proud that she had kept her looks and her
figure so well since her erstwhile career as a model in New York.
She hadn't modeled for very long, but she had been popular and all
the photographers as well as the agency she'd been with had
assured her that she had a splendid future in the business.
Fran had given it all up for Brint Cooper, however, a fact
that she was beginning to regret more and more, especially
recently. And now that Brint's unemployed brother was coming to
live with them - heaven knew for how long - Fran was beginning to
feel more trapped than ever.
She brushed furiously, letting the electricity the brush
created snap and crackle around her head, her eyes reflecting the
frustration and anger she felt at the course her life was taking.
It had to happen now, too ... just when their daughter Jeanie was
getting old enough to require less parental attention from Fran
... just when Fran was beginning to feel that she could breathe
again. She'd been considering getting a job, something glamorous
which would require her to go into New York fairly often,
something which would allow her to escape from the dull Queens
community of bored housewives and uninteresting husbands.
Now, of course, all her plans were ruined. There'd be
another mouth to feed, more meals to cook ... and men were
helpless in the kitchen, or at least she'd never met one who
wasn't. Fran knew for a fact that Brint's younger brother was a
spoiled brat, even though he was 20 years old by now, and she knew
that he would expect to be waited on hand and foot, just as her
husband himself did!
"Damn!" she cursed under her breath, feeling annoyed because
she felt that Brint hadn't even heard her. He was in the bathroom
running the water, brushing his teeth probably, and what did he
care what she thought anyway? She banged the brush down on the
table top and brusquely moved her chair back, all noises which she
subconsciously hoped would reach her husband's ears.
Standing up, Fran took in the image of herself in the lovely
long satin nightgown which she'd bought herself in Bonwit's during
a secret shopping trip she'd made into the city. It was creamy
beige and showed every single curve she had, including the soft
uplift of her well-shaped, rounded breasts with their tiny nipples
protruding saucily and, when she turned around, the soft dimpling
of her lightly quivering buttocks, smooth yet pleasantly supple.
Yes ... it was still a very, very good figure, she reminded
herself once more, even if the only person who got to appreciate
it these days was her husband Brint! Instinctively, Fran struck a
pose for her own benefit, remembering the cooing encouragement of
the long-gone photographers. One of them especially would say
such wicked things to her, things that made her respond exactly
the way he wanted her to, and the pictures had turned out to be
the best she'd ever taken. She still had them in her old
portfolio and from time to time she took them out and looked at
them. Sometimes, too, she would even think about the time that
same photographer - Giuliano was his name - had gone farther than
usual ... much farther ... and they had made long and passionate
love right there on the floor amidst the tripods and the lights
and the photo paper. God, it had been wonderful!
Fran still felt a twinge of guilt about it, even though
thinking about it excited and pleased her so much that she could
go through a whole day without getting depressed about the present
boredom of her life. After all, she told herself, she had no
reason to feel guilty. She'd been single at the time, even though
she was already going out with Brint ... Brint who was hounding
her and pestering her to give up modeling!
"What's that for?" Brint said, coming out of the bathroom and
into the large, comfortably furnished bedroom. He'd been looking
at his wife's outrageous stance for some moments before speaking,
and he felt he had to say something that would let her know just
how ridiculous he thought she looked.
Fran jumped at the sound of her husband's voice and turned to
face him defensively. "Can't you make some noise when you enter
the room?" she asked. "I'm entitled to some privacy, you know ...
I'm a person too." She was going to say more, but thought better
of it at the moment. Nevertheless, Brint saw that she was in the
mood for a fight, and coincidentally, he felt in the mood for one
too. He'd heard her slamming things around in the bedroom, and
the telltale signs of her anger had not been lost on him. He
hadn't been married to Fran for over eleven years without
beginning to understand some things about her anyway, even if many
of those things were purely surface manifestations.
"Anybody who goes around striking idiotic poses in front of a
mirror needs privacy!" he replied. "If you only knew what you
looked like, you wouldn't do it!"
Fran's patrician, almost perfect features became transformed
by her sudden rage. "I can see perfectly well what I look like!"
she replied.
"Oh yeah ..." Brint scoffed, moving over to the bed, wearing
only his pajama bottoms, his dark hair-covered chest bare as were
his feet. His teeth were clean, and he felt at peace with
himself, ready for a good fight.
"And for your information some of the world's best
photographers have liked what they've seen ... and if I were still
working, I'd make more money in a day than you do in a week!" Fran
picked up the brush again and brandished it dramatically.
Brint slipped under the covers, his face composed in the most
insolent expression he could manage. "Working at what? Screwing?
I know those 'world's best photographers' - just the world's
horniest cocks, if you ask me. I'll bet you miss it!"
"How dare you ... how dare you even dare say something like
that!" Fran sputtered, thoroughly enraged, groping for a reply
that would wipe that expression from Brint's handsome, even-
featured face. "Besides, what about you ... you and that ... that
whore you used to go out with! The bleached blonde with the bad
legs. Besides, you might be wishing I were still working, since
we're going to have your brother living with us! He eats like a
horse, judging from the last time he came to dinner. I couldn't
believe my eyes!"
Brint's face colored, the combined effect of Fran's insults
to his old girl friend and his brother sending him into a near
fury. It had all been very controlled up to now, and he'd been
enjoying himself. Now, it was no longer a question of enjoying
himself by getting Fran's goat ... he was legitimately angry with
her.
The cords in his neck tensed as he spat out his reply. "You
bitch! That whore I was going out with had better legs than you
do ... plus she was a better piece of ass than you are!"
"Then why didn't you marry her? I'm sure we'd both be much
happier! Why don't you look her up right now ... I'm sure she's
working in the nearest whorehouse somewhere!"
Fran hastily began backing up as Brint jumped out of bed.
She saw that she'd really gone too far, and regretted having
brought the whole thing to this point. When her husband lost his
temper she was really afraid of him, and she could see that he
wanted to kill her now. He came toward her with his fists
clenched, and Fran backed steadily toward the far wall.
"Let me alone ... let me alone, Brint!" she warned.
"You little cunt! You couldn't even get a job now if you
wanted to - 29's about retirement time in the modeling business,
ain't it?" He grinned evilly, certain that his reference to his
wife's age had sufficiently wounded her to get even. He was
right. He could see her crumbling inside as she backed against
the wall, and he felt a moment of triumph. That would teach her
to mess with him! An inexplicable surge of excitement, similar to
what hunters must feel when they've made their kill, coursed
through his body, and he realized that he had a huge throbbing
erection. And he knew just what he wanted to do about it!
Fran sobbed, but refused to be cowed. She kept looking at
her husband warily, but through tear-filled eyes. How she hated
him! How she hated his guts! To think that she had stayed with
him all these years ... borne his child, served him meals, taken
care of him when he was sick, given him encouragement when he was
having business problems ... and all for what? So he could talk
to her like this ... humiliate her like this!
"Come here!" Brint growled. He let his eyes fall upon the
open cleavage of his wife's nightgown. The creamy white curves of
her naked breasts showed clearly, and he longed to touch them, to
feel their soft firmness in his hands, to suck upon his wife's
throbbing little nipples. She never failed to excite him,
although for some reason he tried to keep this secret from her.
He would take her surlily, brusquely, almost as though he didn't
care, as if he didn't even like her sometimes ... when in reality
he felt almost addicted to her great beauty, controlled by it in
such a way, that he never wanted her to know it.
"No!" she replied. The disturbed young blonde could see the
look in his eye, and the knowledge that he wanted her sent a
sudden thrill racing through her. She felt a trifle stronger with
the recognition that he was attracted to her, and she straightened
up a bit as her young husband growled:
"Then take that nightgown off. What you need is a good fuck
- that'll shut you up. That's what most women need!"
"That's what you think!" she replied testily. "For all you
know about women!"
"Oh ... I know a thing or two," Brint replied. He hated it
when she implied that there might be something he didn't
understand about women ... something secret, impenetrable. It
made him feel insecure, and when he was insecure he was at his
nastiest.
He reached out for her and let his two hands plunder the
softly yielding flesh of her breasts, sharply pulling down the
straps of her satin gown so that she was naked to his fervent
touching, his lascivious gaze. In spite of herself, Fran could
feel the hot sparks of lust tracing from his fingers on the heated
silk surfaces of her breasts to every part of her trembling body.
She could feel her gown slipping all the way down and off, and
temporarily willing to give up the fight she stepped out of it and
stood completely naked, a pale-skinned goddess before him. She
wanted to wield this power over him, to feel him ache with desire
for her, to know that she was still beautiful ... that other men
would think so too, even though she might not want to be
unfaithful to her husband.
Take me, she thought, take me and none of this will matter
... Love me!
"Come ..." Gruffly, Brint led her to the bed and hurriedly
untied his pajama string. His pants fell to the ground, revealing
the heavy-veined hardness of his cock jutting straight out,
quivering with anticipation.
Fran lay down on the bed seductively, waiting to feel Brint's
hard throbbing masculine cock ... soon it would insinuate itself
into her warm, waiting vaginal slit!
* * *
The little blonde girl padded barefoot down the hall. She'd
often listened at the door of her parents' bedroom while they
quarreled, but tonight she sensed with a feeling of impending
excitement that something different was going to happen. With her
unusually analytical brain, ten year old Jeanie had already
decided as she sat with her ear to the door that her mother and
father were in pretty bad shape ... psychologically at least.
"Boy, do they need help!" she'd whispered to herself under her
breath, and she'd put her ear back at the door to listen some
more.
Jeanie went to a special school for "bright" children,
although she herself insisted it was ridiculous to send her to
such a place since she could do the same work herself at home
easily. She intended to be a psychiatrist when she grew up, a
state that Jeanie calculated she would reach in another two or
three years. She carefully kept this from her parents though,
since she didn't want them to suspect that she would be leaving
home at that early age. It would be unfortunate if they tried to
spoil her plans.
Now, as the sounds of shouting subsided, Jeanie pressed her
ear still tighter against the door. There was one area in which
Jeanie felt her education was sadly lacking, and her very fine
instincts told her that if she listened carefully she might
supplement her sketchy knowledge that very evening. Her father's
voice drifted easily through the door of the frame house in which
Jeanie had lived all her life, and the ten year old giggled
inwardly as she heard him bellow out, "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU WITHIN
AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE! NOW YOU SPREAD THOSE LEGS WIDE SO THAT I
CAN GET MY COCK INTO THAT SNOOTY LITTLE CUNT OF YOURS!"
Inside the bedroom, never suspecting that her little daughter
was outside the door listening intently to her intimate cries,
Fran cringed. It was going to be one of those nights. Brint was
in a terrible mood and nothing she could do would snap him out of
it at this point. So unlike Giuliano ... Giuliano with the soft
purring voice and the soothing hands, she thought.
Brint thought he was going to be in pretty rough shape if he
didn't soon cram his heavily aching cock high up into his wife's
tight little belly. Christ, she was gorgeous just lying there
like that! Those tits of hers sticking straight up in the air
were so tempting that he wanted to bite the goddamned tips off!
And that silken cream-white skin and those angelic features of
hers ... what a face ... and what a body! It drove him crazy to
think that she'd ever made love with another man, and he intended
to make certain now that she stayed his ... his woman ... his
property!
Brint lay down roughly on top of his wife's nakedly exposed
body, his lust-hardened cock nudging against the softness of her
flat white belly, pushing into it so that she cried out in
momentary pain.
"Brint ... can't you be gentle ... can't you?"
"You got to let me do it the way I got to do it!" Brint
replied. He hated suggestions. Any indication that she wanted
him to do something other than what he was doing made him feel
insecure and angry. His voice was strained and heavy with desire
for his voluptuous blonde wife who trembled beneath him, afraid
now to get her hopes up about just what this sexual encounter
would bring her in the way of actual pleasure.
Abruptly, Brint's hands found their way to her firm full
breasts again, fondling and squeezing the ripely swelling mounds
as he ground his tensed body nakedly against hers.
"Come on, baby ... come on! Loosen up!" he breathed into his
wife's parted lips. Then he stopped, disgusted by her lack of
response. "Oh come on! Get up on your knees! Roll over!" he
commanded in a harsh voice, his hands roughly turning Fran around
as he knelt back on the bed behind her. The young husband lifted
his wife's nakedly unresisting loins, positioning her on all fours
and holding onto her shapely hips with a firm grasp so that the
full tantalizing whiteness of Fran's smoothly rounded buttocks was
placed temptingly up in the air.
The lovely blonde blushed fiercely, a mixture of anger and
embarrassment taking hold of her as the desire she'd felt ebbed
rapidly away. She felt like nothing so much as a huge life-sized
doll, being manipulated into this lewd servile position! It was
humiliating and awful and for a moment she recalled something her
mother once told her: "Men ... they're all animals ... nothing but
animals!"
Fran had resisted believing this, but now in the face of her
husband's terrible insensitivity to her needs, she could not help
remembering her mother's words. A shudder went through her
nakedly kneeling body as she realized that she was really like a
slave, utterly at her husband's mercy. She knew that if she tried
to stop him now he would accuse her of not satisfying his needs -
even if he never said it, he would think it. God, she wanted to
satisfy him, but not like this ... definitely not like this!
Her husband's breath was coming in great gasps behind her now
and she strained forward, instinctively tightening her thighs
together, the muscles in her lithe young body taut as she
anticipated what he was going to do. His hands reached around
beneath her hips and teased hotly at the softly swinging mounds of
her breasts, cupping them upward and rolling the stiff little
nipples between his fingers. In spite of herself, Fran jumped at
the contact, her breasts had always been unusually sensitive and
Brint always took full advantage of this fact. He continued
rolling and teasing at their pearl-shaped tips while he shuffled
forward behind her on his knees, the rigid tip of his cock
pressing deep into the softly yielding crevice between her open
buttocks.
"Ooooooh God!" Fran moaned helplessly, feeling it pulsing
licentiously against her exposed flesh as she ground unwillingly
back against it. His hands on her full breasts were beginning to
drive her mad, and the excited blonde squirmed backward in an
unwittingly erotic motion. She didn't want to enjoy this lewd
performance, to lower herself to the level of a common slut before
her own husband, but tiny electric shocks of unwanted pleasure
were spiking out from her nipples and stabbing hotly through the
rest of her nakedly quivering body with a lightning-like speed.
Fran suddenly felt obscenely naked ... more naked, in fact, than
she had ever felt before. Bits and snatches of the argument she'd
just had with Brint returned to her mind, and she thought
resentfully of the things he had said, especially the unkind
reference to her age! And here she was now being exposed to that
crude animal-like streak of his, the very thing about him that she
had come to loathe! She felt his hands slip downward from her
breasts, trailing hot lines along the trimness of her naked sides,
encircling her narrow waist and then pausing to grip the tops of
her soft white thighs, tightening his fingers and digging
painfully into her sensitive flesh.
"Give me that hand!" he suddenly whispered.
"What?"
"I said ... your hand ... reach back between your legs and
put your hand on my cock ... put it in!"
"Brint ... I can't ... don't ask me ..."
"Oh shit, Fran, come on! Reach behind and put it in!" he
panted urgently.
Fran groaned, and finally in desperation and hoping to end
the whole ordeal sooner, she reached back between her parted legs
and closed her hand over her husband's hotly pulsating penis. It
felt so big! Somehow it seemed bigger than she had ever known it
to be, and even though she felt it must be her imagination, she
still suspected that it might be true. Tonight would mark the
turning point in their relationship in some manner ... tonight was
different! She felt that she just couldn't take all of him inside
her from behind like this. Usually they made love in the more
normal positions, but sometimes Brint got something crazy like
this into his head. For a moment she thought of Giuliano ... he'd
had unusual ideas too, but somehow with him it had all seemed
normal and natural, not hideously demeaning like this.
"It's going to go in too far!" she gasped fearfully.
Brint ignored his wife's statement and squeezed his fingers
at the top of her cringing thighs, a signal that he was just about
fed up with waiting for her to comply with his wishes. After all,
he thought, it wasn't often that he asked her to do something
different. He squeezed again, this time bringing a slight whimper
of pain and indignation from Fran's lips.
Tearfully, even bitterly she placed her husband's heavy,
blunt-tipped cock-head against the tight elastic opening of her
nakedly trembling cuntal slit. She bit down on her lower lip to
keep from crying in earnest, but even so she could feel the tears
welling up in her eyes. Behind her, Brint's thickly probing cock
began a slow, teasing 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 lips wide open
with a heavy inward pressure.
"Oooooooo!" Fran cried, her fingers still holding tight
around the invading thickness of her husband's lust-swollen cock.
"OOOOOooo God!" she groaned out again through tightly
clenched teeth. It was forcing its way up inside the fearfully
resisting ring of her cringing vaginal passage, moving steadily
inward, the harsh determination of his cock stretching the tender
hair-fringed lips of Fran's widespread pussy until she could feel
the full blood-engorged thickness slithering almost unimpeded up
into her warmly pulsing passage.
The huge bulbous head of his penis was pushing the pink inner
flesh of her helplessly open cunt along in front of it in tiny
rippling waves, each ripple causing Fran an acute discomfort that
made her moan out loud.
"God, darling ... not like this!" she pleaded. "Let me turn
over ... let me turn over now ... on my back," she cried.
But it was no use. Her fingers now locked tightly into the
crumpled bedsheet before her as she tried to maintain some kind of
balance, some kind of dignity in the face of what was being done
to her defenseless body. She could hear Brint panting like a
wildly excited male animal behind her, and she couldn't help
thinking of a dog ... a big, frightening dog attacking her
sexually! He was pressing his hips heavily into her upthrust
buttocks, his hard advancing cock driving deep, deep into her open
vaginal mouth, impaling her cruelly from behind.
Fran's lips opened and closed in helpless torment. Her whole
nakedly kneeling body trembled in helpless humiliation. It was
horrible! It felt as though he had penetrated much farther than
was healthy or normal. She moaned and turned her head into the
already damp sheet beneath her, breathing a staccato rhythm into
the bed. Her heart pounded wildly and wisps of her blonde hair
clung to the moist flesh of her cheeks as well as her neck and
naked white shoulders.
She would leave him ... she could never live with a man like
this ... take this kind of treatment ... listen to his degrading
words! She'd go and get work again ... she knew she could ...
she'd show him! She'd make him crawl to get her back!
But these resentful thoughts didn't continue much longer.
The teasing ravishment of her widespread pussy was beginning to be
too much for the distraught young wife. Instead of pounding into
her as she had thought he would, Brint changed his tactics and
began to fuck his desire-hardened penis in a teasingly slow
rhythm, churning and flexing his long hard cock piston-like inside
her moistly clinging vagina.
"AH!" she gasped. "Don't stop ... don't ever stop!"
Excited by his wife's growing arousal, Brint began to fuck
more and more intensely in and out of the tightly clasping,
throbbing pussy that now welcomed his penetrating cock. He had an
outrageous feeling of power ... of absolute manliness! With
longer and harder lunges, Brint buffeted up against Fran's now
hotly grinding buttocks, his spear-like penis disappearing each
time into the utmost depths of his beautiful, slavishly kneeling
wife's now hungrily accepting little belly.
"OH CHRIST BABY, IT'S GOOD!" he cried, his thick fingers
gripping harder around the nakedly straining thighs that had
appeared in so many bathing suit ads, feeling the soft unresisting
flesh giving way beneath his pressuring. Brint could feel his
impossibly hard cock growing tighter and stiffer with each brutal
thrust, and low grunts of pleasure emanated from deep in his
throat. She was really with it tonight ... tonight his wife's hot
little cunt was really getting it ... he was fucking her where it
counted!
Kneeling before him, Fran struggled helplessly with her
passion and the almost overwhelming feeling of shame that
alternated with it. She thought that she had never before felt
her husband so deep inside her, and she was unable now to control
the passion surging through her involuntarily writhing body.
Brint pressed slowly outward with his thumbs to stretch the
softly undulating moons of his wife's naked white buttocks wider
apart, watching the pink wet folds of her unresisting blonde hair-
trimmed cunt as they clung tightly around his rampaging cock. He
knew that he'd never fucked her this deep before, and somehow he
reveled in the fact. It was a milestone in their marriage, a
point for him in their relationship. Maybe she'd calm down a
little after this!
Grinning triumphantly to himself, he levered his pelvis
forward, lifting himself up a little and letting the hard plunging
shaft of his deeply skewering penis slip finally into the last
remaining inch of Fran's vaginal sheath, feeling the over-
stimulated tip of it sink all the way back into her openly
accepting pussy.
Then, grinding his hips tightly up against the smooth
quivering flesh of her buttocks, he rotated the thickly probing
head around deep up inside, enlarging even more the tightly
enclosing passage of her cunt until he suddenly felt his wife go
to pieces beneath him. She squeezed the petal-like lips of her
hotly clenching cunt elastically around the base of his heavily
tingling cock, sending tiny pinpricks of lewd sensual delight
shattering through his heavy, sperm laden testicles. Pulsing with
untoward pleasure, his lustfully throbbing penis felt at home in
the snug wetness of Fran's tightly encasing pussy. Fran opened
and closed her eyes, lost in a daze of sudden all-consuming
passion. Unmindful now of her lewd, servile position, she spread
her eagerly welcoming thighs still wider apart, moving her knees
way out on the bouncing bed. The excited young blonde could feel
her breasts pressing erotically down into the crumpled sheet
beneath her. She could feel their nipples hard and erect as she
was buffeted forward along the covers by each advancing thrust of
her husband's tirelessly pistoning cock. The smooth rubbery head
of his penis grated teasingly against the tip of her cervix,
creating a mindlessly rising joy within her that she never wanted
to stop. Nothing mattered now but the incredible sensation of
wild ecstatic pleasure coursing through her nakedly responding
body. Never would she have dreamed she would respond in such a
crude manner, but now she found she actually wanted to be taken
this way ... wanted him to have complete control of her body. It
was a welcome release, a release that made her realize that she
was suddenly and uncontrollably cumming, her crazily convulsing
cunt pulsing with a lust-consuming fire.
"I'm there ... OH GOD, BRINT! I'M THERE!" she cried out,
lifting her head so that the tendons on her neck stood out taut
and tight. Behind her Brint gritted his teeth and let his heavy
body drop hard down onto her, mashing her onto the bed but holding
her desperately grinding loins back up at a high angle to his
still thrusting cock. Like a madman, he plunged into her waiting
pussy, making his wife cry aloud again at his force.
"Yeah ... yeah ... Give it to me! Give me your cum!" he
cried. The huge fleshy hardness of his speeding penis moved ever
upward as his sperm-bloated balls smacked heavily into the wetness
of her widespread hair-lined cunt. Together they ground nakedly
against each other, his driving penis slithering up to be devoured
completely within the tight confines of Fran's wildly climaxing
pussy. The hot wet walls of Fran's golden cunt clasped and
unclasped, milking hungrily and desperately at his lust-maddened
cock as she groaned out her pleasure. Brint could feel his semen
beginning to spurt forward, his cock becoming a burning hot shaft
of ecstatic sensation.
"AAAAAAAAAH! GOOOOOOOOD! GOOD PUSSSSSSSY!" he grunted
lewdly, feeling his wife's orgasmic juices gushing wetly around
his powerful cock, meeting his own and flowing down the full
length of the throbbing hardness to trickle onto the swaying sac
of his rapidly emptying testicles.
Fran was whimpering and squirming, her body hot with
perspiration beneath her husband, relishing and delighting in the
filling sensation of Brint's powerful squirts of white male cum.
"Oooooohhhhhh, Brint, Brint!" she cried. She was being
drained of everything, she thought in one brief flash, her pride
included. But God, it was good ... so very good!
As Fran lay spread-eagled beneath her dark-haired young
husband, face down, lying on her sperm-flooded belly, she felt his
heavily perspiring nakedness lift off her. Her legs were wide
open and drenched with cum, and beneath her on the bed she could
feel a disconcerting pool of wet stickiness. Her blonde hair was
a tangled mass around her head, but inside she felt an
unprecedented contentment ... a reaffirmation of her power as a
woman ... a feeling that if she could inspire such an emotion-
packed and powerful act, she could perhaps do anything, anything
she wanted to do! She lay quietly breathing, listening to the
sounds of her husband moving about in the bathroom. She wanted to
think more about it all, about her new state of mind ... but she
was so exhausted that she could feel sleep rapidly advancing upon
her.
There would be plenty of time to think things through
tomorrow ... plenty of time!
Fran felt herself lapsing into a contented sleep. To think
that she had been so filled with hatred for her husband such a
short while before, and all because of that silly business about
his brother coming for a visit. It seemed to her suddenly that it
wouldn't be at all as bad as she was making it out to be. Perhaps
she could even turn her brother-in-law Morgan's arrival into
something beneficial for her! The tingling pleasure that still
pervaded her loins colored her mental state, and feeling nothing
but optimism for the future, Fran fell into blissful
unconsciousness.
* * *
"Whew!" Little Jeanie got up from the floor of the hall, her
knees aching from the long moments she'd been in one cramped
position crouched before her parents' bedroom door. It seemed to
her that her ear was burning so much it might fall off, and as she
wandered in a trancelike state back to her own room, the
precocious ten year old muttered odd snatches of sentences to
herself. Her slight, youthful body was trembling as she entered
the privacy of her room and headed toward her own bed.
"If only I'd known ..." she said to herself, "that they had
that between them. Why, it explains ... it explains everything!"
Dreamily, Jeanie undid the robe she wore over her white
nightgown and jumped into bed, pulling the covers up over her
blonde head. Beneath the sheets she was aware as if for the first
time of her own pubescent body, aware of the subtle changes that
had just started within her, changes that now made more sense than
ever before! The tiny swellings of her breasts, so sore to the
touch and tender, did not seem so much of a bother as before, and
now she understood why her mother had expressed surprise at noting
that she was "developing early". Most of the girls in her class
didn't have any breasts at all yet, except for Cindy, of course,
who already wore a brassiere.
Over and over again the young girl repeated the phrases she'd
heard her mother and father utter during the throes of their
passion together. It was as if they were magical chants ...
magical in the sense that they would bring the same obvious
pleasure and excitement to Jeanie herself. And this, she knew
now, was what she wanted more than anything else in the world.
She wanted to experience the same ecstasy that her mother knew, to
invade the secret world of sexuality that all adults kept as
private knowledge from children! There would be no more of that!
"Oooooh don't stop ... don't ever stop!" she mimicked her
mother, softly cooing to herself and feeling an undeniable thrill
deep within her soft, untouched ten year old belly. Somehow
Jeanie knew that life would be more worthwhile from now on ...
life would be worth living!
Chapter 2
Morgan smiled, the bright winning professionally "natural"
smile that he knew usually got him anything he wanted. It was
Saturday and little Jeanie was home from school. With her
characteristic impulsiveness, the little girl threw open the door
to greet her uncle.
"Hi!" she cried. "Come on in ... are we ever expecting you!"
Morgan entered, a handsome, dark-haired twenty year old, ten
years younger than his brother Brint but endowed with the same
casual good looks, the same lazy manner which was pushed to an
unfortunate extreme, seemingly by his youth and the fact that he
was the baby of the family.
"Hi, Jeanie ... what's happening, kitten ... where's your Ma
and, Pa?" Morgan didn't particularly look forward to staying with
his brother and sister-in-law, but it served his purposes at the
time.
Having had the misfortune of losing his job with the airlines
at the same time that he was evicted from his apartment in the
city meant that he had to hole up somewhere for awhile. Living
with Brint and Fran and their bratty kid, Jeanie, would be better
than living at home with his folks. He knew that his mother
couldn't dream of anything more wonderful than having him home
again, but he did not want to go through having to keep ridiculous
hours, put up with boring comments about the length of his hair,
and all the rest that went with living at home again.
At least here he would have a measure of freedom until he
could figure out just what he wanted to do next.
"Ma's in the kitchen, and Daddy's gone into the office this
morning," Jeanie replied, carefully taking in the nattily dressed
figure of her young uncle. She hadn't seen him in several months,
and she certainly hadn't seen him since her new "knowledge". The
"knowledge" was what she called the budding awakening of her
senses. As Morgan made his way to the kitchen, after depositing
his two bags on the living room floor, Jeanie wondered just how
much of the "knowledge" her handsome uncle had indulged in! From
the looks of him, she felt that he had done quite a bit of
dabbling, and she was determined at once to use him in her great
quest for learning. She figured that it ought to be pretty easy
to wind him around her little finger. He looked very sure of
himself, but Jeanie had already learned that people who looked
that way were very often just the opposite. If this proved to be
true in her uncle's case, she hoped she would soon be able to
extract from him everything that she needed to complete her
studies in the field of adult sensuality.
Gleefully, Jeanie ran up to her room, where she made certain
notes to this effect in a small black book that she kept for such
momentous thoughts.
Morgan, walking silently and cat-like, surprised Fran in the
kitchen where she was bending over cleaning the oven, cursing and
chewing herself out for having started the job in the first place
rather than leaving it to the maid who came in once a week anyway.
She had read a book once that said that women responded to
satisfying sexual lives by feeling an urge to tidy up, and she
wondered if this was why she'd suddenly decided to do the stove
herself. Was it because of Brint's wonderful love-making the
night before? It seemed ridiculous, but perhaps there was
something to it. In any case, by the time her brother-in-law
entered, any such homey urge had completely burned itself out
within the grime-besmirched confines of the oven, despite the fact
that the oven cleanser promised a clean, quick, and effortless
job!
"Oh ... you scared me!" she cried when she felt Morgan's
touch upon her back. She straightened up, annoyed that she had
been surprised in such an unglamorous stance by the young man who
was her husband's brother. She hated surprises of any kind, and
the fact that she knew that Morgan was now arriving to stay for
some time did not add to her joy in seeing him.
"Hi, beautiful ... you've got dirt on your nose!" Morgan
leaned forward and kissed his older sister-in-law affectionately
on the cheek, sniffing appreciatively at her perfume. Fran was
aware of the strong scent of after-shave lotion, and felt
instantly repelled by it and by her young brother-in-law. She
tried to smile nonetheless, and to greet him as cordially as
possible. She pulled back from Morgan as hastily as she could,
turning to begin busily washing her hands in the sink. "Well,
Morgan ... so you've arrived. I don't have to show you to your
room, do I? It's the same one you've stayed in before."
"Sure, sis ..." Morgan leaned against the wall, grinning and
appraising his pretty sister-in-law's figure while she wasn't
looking at him.
"How're things with you, Morgan ... looking for a new job?"
"Oh yeah ... but I get unemployment, you know ... no sense
rushing things!"
Fran could feel herself flushing with anger. As far as she
was concerned, there was every reason to "rush" things. "Well,
I'm sure you'll be wanting to get another apartment. A young man
like you, after all ... you don't want to live with us old fuddy-
duddys forever!"
Morgan laughed, an easy good-natured laugh. "You and Brint?
Fuddy-duddy? Don't kid me ... I know you two ... you're probably
out swinging every night, and when you're not, I bet you're
swinging at home!"
Fran blushed and turned to look at Morgan. She wasn't sure
just what he meant by "swinging", but it didn't sound quite right
to her. "Really, Morgan ..." she said in a discouraging tone.
Her hand went up to push a wisp of long blonde hair that had
fallen forward into her face.
"You've still got a smudge on your nose," Morgan declared.
"Thanks ..." Tight-lipped with rage, Fran brushed past her
husband's brother, already annoyed with herself for over-reacting
to his brash manners when she had already promised herself that
she wouldn't.
Alone in the kitchen, Morgan looked around at the bright
yellow decor and headed for the refrigerator. He found a quart
container of orange juice and drank almost half of it straight
from the carton. Then he opened up the frostless freezer
compartment, and seeing three cartons of frozen fried clams he set
them out for his lunch.
Then, whistling contentedly to himself, he strolled back into
the living room, flicked on the large color television set there
and looked in on one of his favorite morning quiz programs.
Working for the airlines had gotten him used to a varied schedule,
and there had been many mornings when he looked at television
before heading off to the ticket office at the terminal where he
presented a crisp and efficient image of responsibility to his
unsuspecting customers. Hardly any of them would have suspected
that this very same neatly uniformed young man had spent the
entire evening sandwiched nakedly between two writhing young
beauties, or that he had been thoroughly ensconced in the midst of
nine or ten men and women of various ages, all of whom were bent
upon exploring each and every orifice that the others possessed.
For Morgan could always manage to look as though a licentious
thought had never crossed his mind, a talent that had gotten him
in and out of many precarious situations.
He was sitting there watching the almost day-glo colors of
the TV set when he heard Fran coming down the stairs behind him.
Turning, he saw that she had changed into a tailored pants suit of
what Morgan termed "PanAm blue" because it resembled the color of
the stewardesses uniforms of that airline. He noticed in a glance
that she had taken care of the smudge on her nose, and as her eyes
met his, Morgan felt an inexplicable excitement that he'd never
before felt regarding his sister-in-law. There was something
different about her this time, he thought to himself as he turned
back to the set. She had that same look that he'd seen on the
girls' faces after they left his apartment at some outrageous hour
of the morning or afternoon, after they'd been thoroughly fucked
by one or more good hard cocks!
This reflection had the effect of sending a surge of tingling
excitement throughout his system, and Morgan felt his young cock
pulsing with hardness. If he could manage to get under his
beautiful sister-in-law's skin without hardly trying, just what
might happen if he really put his mind to it?
* * *
Entry number 235, Log 3, Notes on Project X: - June 5 - Uncle
Morgan has been here two weeks now. Plans to reach fruition
tonight when Mom and Dad go out. From all tests, I feel certain
Uncle Morgan will turn out to be a perfect subject!
Jeanie completed her daily entry, in the little black
notebook and closed it thoughtfully, placing the book on the
secret shelf she had created beneath her desk. Then she ran to
the mirror where she once more ascertained that she was getting
lovelier and lovelier by the day. She was very pleased with the
progress her small budding breasts were making, and hardly a
moment went by that she wasn't aware of their tender tips brushing
against the fabric of her T-shirt. Hurriedly, she pulled down the
faded jeans that she usually wore, revealing to her own reflection
the sight of her almost bare, faintly hair-fringed pussy.
Her fingers went tentatively down to touch the baby mound of
feminine flesh. "Oh, hurry up, will you!" she urged impatiently,
longing for the day when this tight untried little cunt would be
covered with silken gold hair like her mother's.
Just that very morning, Jeanie had surprised her mother in
the shower precisely so that she could see and compare her
mother's sleek nakedness to her own. The comparison had depressed
her considerably, but it had only served to increase her
determination. She would go on with the experiment. More than
likely, once something had actually happened to her she would
begin to develop more quickly! The thought was encouraging, and
when the bright ten year old learned that her parents were
planning to attend a party that very evening and that her twenty
year old Uncle Morgan was planning on staying at home, she decided
that she could wait no longer.
It was almost 8:30 now, and Jeanie knew that her parents
would be leaving fairly soon for the party. The rest was up to
her! She shimmied into a short mini-skirt that she felt showed
off the precocious curves of her slender thighs and calves, and
then elected not to wear panties. After all, she'd just have to
take them off again!
She was sure that Uncle Morgan was interested ... at least a
little bit ... and she thought about this as she brushed her
blonde hair and put on the subtle make-up that she had decided
would make her more attractive to the young man.
He had responded quite well the other day when she'd been
bouncing up and down on his lap, for example. He'd tried to stop
her, but she'd playfully insisted on continuing, especially when
she began to feel the stiff hardness beginning to form within the
split of her young buttocks as she wriggled and squealed on his
lap ... exactly as though she were a normal silly ten year old.
As it got harder and harder, she'd noticed that Morgan's
efforts to stop her became more and more feeble. She could see
his face turning beet red, and then when she'd put her hand down
on the thick hard bulge in his pants and asked, "What's this?",
he'd almost had a fit. It had been very amusing, especially when
he'd pushed her off onto the floor and told her it was nothing
that she would be interested in!
He was wrong. She was very interested in that hardness
between her uncle's legs ... particularly in the fact that she
could create it, make it hard when it had been soft before.
She knew all about the theory, of course. She'd read many
books on the subject, and the workings of the erectile tissue in a
man's penis were scarcely a mystery to her. And yet, the actual
physical contact was far more exciting than she had anticipated.
Jeanie's deep blue eyes sparkled as she promised herself that
when she returned to her room later that evening, she would have
achieved at least part of her plan. She would no longer be
untouched down there between her soft little legs. Her soft-
lipped baby cunt was going to get some of the experience it
craved, or her name wasn't Jeanie Cooper!
* * *
Morgan lounged disconsolately in the living room. The party
he'd been planning to attend that evening had been called off, and
he was particularly annoyed since it meant that he'd have to wait
that much longer before he could alleviate the building desire
that had been growing stronger and stronger within him. Now that
he found he could not initiate any of the "group" parties of which
he was so fond, Morgan found that he was somewhat excluded from
being invited to any. Not one to get involved with any special
girl, he hadn't bothered cultivating what he could call a girl
friend, and all things said, he had been two weeks now without any
outlet for his sexual tensions.
And Morgan had found these tensions to be considerable, since
for some reason he couldn't even explain adequately to himself he
couldn't stop fantasizing about his sister-in-law since the moment
he'd walked into the house.
Fran had grown colder and colder to him, and he found it
impossible to refrain from teasing her and making her upset with
him in any way he could manage. It had become a great source of
pleasure to him to see her blush and turn away from him, or to
hear her terse voice struggling to be polite with him when he knew
she longed to slap his face. In addition, it was stimulating to
Morgan to be establishing a secret kind of relationship with his
brother's wife. His brother, Brint, he considered to have become
even more pompous than usual. The big time executive! He was
always lording it over his younger brother, implying that Morgan
would never amount to much, certainly would never rise to become
the assistant manager of a big department store like Brint was!
Big deal! Morgan felt his brother deserved any problems that he
could create for him ... certainly he didn't deserve a gorgeous
creature like Fran for a wife!
Now he heard a clatter on the stairs, and turned to see his
brother coming down dressed to the teeth, followed by Fran who
looked angelic in a white silk dress that barely touched her
exquisitely shaped knees.
Jesus ... would I like to get into that little blonde pussy
of hers! he thought, feeling his thickening cock throbbing in
agreement. Fran steadfastly looked the other way as she came into
the living room.
She hardly ever looked at her brother-in-law directly
anymore. All she wanted to do was to get out of the house without
having to have any confrontation with him at all.
"Well, don't you guys look snazzy!" Morgan said. "Wish I
were going too!"
"Sorry ... this is invitation only, Mo," Brint's voice
sounded smug and self-satisfied, and once more Morgan felt a surge
of loathing for his brother.
"Oh, that's okay, Brint. You know I wouldn't want to shock
your friends by going, anyway. After all, what am I? ... just a
lowly ex-airline employee ..."
Brint started to say something, but decided against it.
"Well, we'd better get going. Come on, Fran ... ready?"
Fran was already on her way out the door, and Brint followed.
>From the top of the stairs a small voice called out to them, "Bye,
Mommie and Daddy ... Have a good time!"
"You bet, chicken!" Brint didn't even bother to look in the
direction of the stairs, but Fran did. As she threw her daughter
a kiss, she noticed that the little girl seemed to be all dressed
up, rather than ready for bed. But the door was closing behind
them, and she was already looking forward to the party, a coveted
invitation from the Sandwells who lived far out on the tip of Long
Island. She knew she looked beautiful that night, and welcomed
the opportunity to get away from the house and her insidious
brother-in-law. This was the kind of life she ought to be
leading, she decided as Brint helped her into the car, and feeling
sleek and satiny, surrounded by the lush scent of her own perfume,
she sank back in the passenger seat of the Buick and waited to be
whisked to the party.
It never occurred to the stunning young housewife to wonder
just why her ten year old daughter was dolled up like a seventeen
year old. She had more important things to think about at the
moment.
* * *
"Hi ..." Jeanie entered swaying her small but already
curvaceous hips and stood defiantly between her twenty year old
uncle and the television set. "Is that all you ever do ... watch
the boob tube?" she asked, tossing her long blonde hair
seductively.
"Sometimes ..." Morgan answered surlily. He was still
smarting over his brother's remark about the party being
invitational. "Anyway, what's it to you?" He wished the little
brat would leave him alone. As it was, he'd already noticed that
she seemed to want to hang around him, pestering him with silly
questions, seemingly unaware of the fact that he didn't want to be
bothered.
"I'm worried about your mind, Morgan!" Jeanie declared,
refusing to budge. "And your body too," she added pointedly.
"Screwy kid!" Morgan said. But he was remembering how she'd
sat in his lap that day ... the afternoon when they'd been all
alone in the house, and he as usual had been thinking about her
mother, Fran. The little girl had wriggled and wriggled and he'd
felt himself growing more and more excited, imagining somehow that
it was Fran doing this to him, rubbing up against his cock,
wanting to make it good and hard so that he could fuck her with
it! But the reality of the fact was that it was only Jeanie,
little ten year old Jeanie who hardly had any tits, so finally
he'd stopped her. But Christ, he'd almost shot his entire load
right then and there!
Just thinking about it now was making him hornier than hell,
and as he glared at Jeanie who still stood between him and "Let's
Make a Deal" on the screen, he had a glimmer of an idea. It was a
terrible idea, he knew ... a really low idea ... and yet he
couldn't put it out of his mind.
Jeanie began to do a little jiggling dance there before him,
and he couldn't help noticing that her little breasts were
bouncing beneath the soft clinging blouse she wore, and that her
legs were thin but perfectly formed, as though she were already a
tiny woman. Jeanie hummed a tune to herself, and let her tiny
pink tongue tip protrude from her parted lips.
"What do you mean, you're worried about my body?" he asked
her, becoming interested in playing her game, or at least in
finding out just what it was for the first time.
"Well," Jeanie replied thoughtfully, "all you do is sit
around. I mean, I never see you doing anything else ... and
bodies were meant to be used. Do you always lead this kind of
life? I mean, don't you ever go out with girls or anything?"
"Sure I go out with girls," Morgan replied. Jeanie was
twirling now before him, somehow closer than before. If he wanted
to he could reach out and touch her. The end of her skirt flipped
up and as she pivoted neatly in front of him, he saw that the
tender, almost hairless little pussy that nestled between her
young thighs was completely naked and uncovered.
He could feel his adrenaline pumping, and a light film of
sweat broke out upon his brow. "What do you do with them?" Jeanie
asked, moving closer still.
Shit! Morgan thought, she's asking for it!
"Lots of things ..." Morgan answered, his eyes taking in the
whole appealing shape of his little niece. She was cute all
right, there was no doubt about that ... and the thought that her
mother Fran had probably looked just like this once added to the
young man's excitement. What would it be like to feel that little
pussy slipping over his finger? He bet that Jeanie would like it
... that she would like it a lot!
"Tell me ...!" Jeanie implored, forming her gloss-covered
pink lips into a pout and standing, hands on hips, an inch from
her uncle. She could tell that her performance was having the
desired effect just from the look on Morgan's face, and as she
glanced down to his lap, she could see the telltale bulge in his
pants. It was working ... so far it was working very well!
"Uhhhh ..." Morgan hesitated.
"Show me!" Jeanie added boldly.
She's asked me ... she's forcing me into it! Morgan told
himself, as the last shreds of his hesitancy melted away. She was
only ten years old, for Chrissakes, and his own niece ... but he
couldn't stop himself!
"Come over to the couch and I'll show you," he said, his
voice low with emotion.
"Oh, will you, Uncle Morgan?" Jeanie cried, her voice shrill
with excitement and a false little-girl tone.
Morgan didn't answer. There was a lump in his throat as he
stood up. Jeanie ran before him and sat upon the couch, her small
pale legs spread so that he could see directly between them, up
under her skirt, the glistening jewel of her baby cunt that seemed
to beckon him on.
He was going to do it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to
stop himself now. She wanted it too bad ... and so, for that
matter, did he!
The young uncle could feel his thick cock throbbing hotly in
his pants as he moved toward her. It ached unmercifully, and he
thought about what he could do. He didn't think he could get it
inside her ... no, not yet ... he couldn't do that ... but, by
God, he'd think of something!
Jeanie reclined on the sofa, waiting, her eyes bright with
emotion as she saw her Uncle Morgan coming toward her. She could
feel undeniable thrills of desire coursing through her youthful
loins as he bent over her. The emotion she was feeling was being
carefully analyzed by her mind, and she felt a gnawing hunger
inside her for the fruition of her plans. She lay with her head
back on the sofa, right there in her own family living room, her
eyes closing in mute submission to her uncle's presence near her.
Her ears seemed to be burning and every part of her being was
filled with anticipation. To her overwhelming joy, she felt her
slender legs being slowly spread apart, and her breath came in
jagged rushes as the soft exposed center of her down-covered pussy
pulsed excitedly.
OH GOD, WOULD HE NEVER TOUCH HER THERE? And then the ten
year old felt her uncle's thumbs pressing hard on her tender white
thighs, pulling her forward toward him.
Unexplainably, Morgan found the little girl's fully presented
naked hips and thighs far more beautiful than any grown woman he'd
ever seen. She had a grace about her, an inner passivity that
excited him beyond measure. This was going to be the most
exciting thing he'd ever done ... and he'd done a lot of things!
His face approached the pale naked mound of child's flesh, the
secret untouched "vee" of his little niece's waiting pussy.
Eagerly, he flicked out his tongue, parting the thinly curling
traces of pubic hair and penetrating the already softly pulsating
little slit of the ten year old's naked cunt.
"Aaaaaaa!" Jeanie cried, jerking a little at the unexpected
wetness of the hotly searing contact. Morgan held the little girl
firm and wormed his tongue slowly inward, making a sharp little
spear with the tip of it. It was soft and yet hard against her
delicate cuntal flesh and the seeping secret warmth of her
excitedly aroused pussy surrounded his protruding tongue.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned, "Ooooooooh, Uncle Morgan!"
The rash young uncle savored the little girl's sexual flavor,
rolling his tongue about in the moist confines of the narrow
pulsing lips of her widely offered young pussy. She tasted damn
good! He could feel her whole body jerking and quivering with
each teasing stroke of his tongue up between her open thighs as he
breathed deeply into the widespread area of the ten year old's
openly exposed cunt, letting the flat of his tongue brush again
and again over the rising hardness of her tiny pulsating clitoris.
"Let me kiss it!" he muttered into her openly presented
pussy. "Let me kiss your little cunt good!"
Jeanie moaned her assent. She had never in her young life
felt anything so wonderful, so far beyond her wildest imaginings
about what her first real encounter would be like!
The soft trembling folds and crevices of the blonde little
girl's virgin pussy responded willingly to her uncle's expert
tonguing, and the young man could feel her getting wetter and
wetter as she became more and more aroused. Two small hands
reached down and tangled in Morgan's dark shaggy hair, tugging and
pulling as the anguish of her desire mounted moment by moment.
Morgan mouthed the moist area of her now hungrily straining pussy,
noisily forming a gentle sucking action by pursing his lips,
creating lewd wet sounds, licking hungrily at the morsel of her
baby pussy, enjoying his sensual task as he waited for her to
reach completion for the very first time.
Morgan could feel his thickly swollen cock tensed and hard,
wishing for a turn at this delightfully fresh young pussy, wishing
to crawl up between those little legs and enter the secret tiny
vagina that had never known a man's thick hard cock before. Her
excitedly straining thighs were widespread on either side of his
kneeling body as she reclined upon the family sofa and let
Morgan's hands move upward along her slender form to feel the
small heated mounds of her new young breasts. His still hotly
probing tongue worked steadily at the moist interior of his
niece's virgin cunt, worming upward into the tight opening of her
vaginal slit, moving and slipping back and forth with maddening
persistence over the desire-swollen bud of the little girl's
clitoris.
The sign he had been waiting for came when suddenly Jeanie
shuddered, her ravaged young pussy unable to bear a second longer
of her uncle's sensually unrelenting attack. The little girl's
eyes opened briefly to take in the picture of her uncle's dark
wavy hair moving lewdly back and forth down between her spread
thighs. Then with a low groan from deep in her chest, she began
to screw her inexperienced loins with outright wantonness upward
toward Uncle Morgan's face, pushing steadily as though she were
trying to draw his entire tongue all the way up inside her hotly
flooded little cunt.
"MmmmmnnnnnNNNoooonnnnoooo!" she moaned over and over, little
goose-pimples forming on the smooth surfaces of her skin, beads of
perspiration starting out on her forehead. This was more than she
had bargained for ... much more ... it felt as though she were
going to die, as though she could never survive the pleasure that
she was receiving. Sobbing and trembling, completely out of
control, little Jeanie was caught in the midst of a wild stormy
tempest. Her straining white thighs jerked upward as with a low
groan of total surrender she locked them up over her uncle's
shoulders, pulling his head and his hungrily nibbling mouth and
tongue still closer to the exciting turmoil seething deep inside
her wetly climaxing young pussy.
All thought was erased from her naturally analytical mind.
She was his, utterly and totally his! Her uncle's mouth was
attached to the most important part of her very being, her
recently discovered womanhood. They were performing a sacred,
age-old ritual that was bringing her closer and closer to her
goals! The little girl's shamelessly aroused body thrashed
crazily as her hips ground voraciously upward, her throbbing young
vaginal slit presenting all its softness and every fold and heated
crevice to the unmerciful licking and sucking of her uncle's
wildly swirling tongue.
"OOOOAAAAAAAH!" Each delicate ridge of Jeanie's nakedly
exposed pussy was melting into Morgan's mouth, the wetness and the
warmth of his lips combining to set her whole ten year old world
spinning ... dazzling her with a fireworks display of tumultuous
cumming.
A thoroughly unfamiliar rapture was building and building
deep within the little girl's loins! "Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOHHHHHH!"
she sighed.
Morgan ground his mouth hungrily and tightly down onto his
niece's hotly seeping baby cunt, feeling the soft flesh of her
open pussy against his lips. He let her vent off her young lust
against him, feeling it strike her in wave after wave of
overwhelming orgasm.
"OOOOHHHHHHH UNCLE MORGANNNNNNN! YESSSSSS! YESSSSSS! OH
THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" she keened, her voice trailing off into a
babble of unintelligible words and half words.
Morgan received the precious juices of the little girl's
first orgasm, waiting until the fire finally subsided within her
and her young limbs quivered and twitched against him with the
potent memory of her introduction to sexual life. And then,
longing to feel his cock sinking deep in where his tongue had
been, he rose up before her and placed its hot aching tip against
the hot entrance to her pussy. It was much too big. Morgan knew
that no matter how badly he wanted to, he would never fit inside.
"Not now, anyway," he muttered. "Not yet!"
And then he placed his middle finger there, letting it push
and worm its way slowly up between Jeanie's slender legs like a
scalding hot poker, moving up into her tight but unresisting
cuntal sheath, boring right up into her virginity ... its thick
digital mass forcing her young slippery pussy wider and wider.
"Aaaarrrggggg! YES! OH!" she cried, and then words were
lost as the tightly clinging interior depths of her tautly
stretched virgin pussy were thoroughly penetrated by her uncle's
extended middle finger.
"You like it?" he asked lewdly, lifting himself up a little
and moving up between her nakedly wide-held thighs. He pushed
with his finger all the way to the very tip end of her still
highly aroused young cunt, enjoying his niece's excruciating moans
of pleasure and lapsing into a relentless rhythm of finger-fucking
that made Jeanie hope it would never end.
"This will loosen you up ..." she heard him panting over her,
and then her mind whirled unbelievably and she was suddenly
cumming again, cumming against her uncle's penetrating finger, her
second orgasm exploding wildly around its hotly driving mass.
"OH NEVER!" she cried, the words sputtering forth from her
lips, "OH GOD NEVER BEFORE! NEVER BEFORE!"
Chapter 3
Entry number 236, Log 3, Notes on Project X: June 6 - All
systems go. Uncle Morgan not only perfect subject, I find I am in
love with him. Oral love ecstatic. When will total experience
happen? I feel it is imminent. All bodily changes within me seem
to point to readiness. Must take care of mother.
* * *
Fran sat in the breakfast nook scanning the morning paper
impatiently. She turned to the employment section and glanced at
a few of the offers.
"Need good-looking gal to act as hostess well--known
restaurant, personality plus and able to move in top circles.
Perfect position for the right gal, opportunities for
advancement."
Fran circled the announcement, wondering just what a hostess
did. She longed to get up the nerve to answer one of the ads she
found herself circling with greater and greater frequency these
days. Perhaps today would be the day! She could no longer put up
with Brint's unspeakable ways. It seemed to her that her husband
was becoming more and more difficult to live with as each day
passed, and nothing she could do seemed to help.
He was nasty when he came home from work, nasty in the
privacy of their bedroom, and nasty before he left in the morning.
The party they'd attended had proved disastrous when Brint got so
drunk that he threw up on the elegant flagstone terrace in front
of some of the most important people on Long Island. Fran had
never been so mortified in her life. And Brint had seemed proud
of himself as they drove home, almost gloating over his
"accomplishment", making her want to throttle him with her bare
hands.
As it was, she hadn't spoken to him since, and Brint lay
upstairs in bed nursing his hangover with characteristic ill
humor.
Fortunately she had not had to deal with anyone else in the
house that Sunday morning. She knew that her young brother-in-law
was a late sleeper, and there wasn't a peep out of Jeanie yet.
This was not surprising because Fran knew that her daughter often
spent hours alone in her room after waking, working on her various
"projects" and reading her books. Sometimes she wondered how she
and Brint could have had such a studious child. She knew for a
fact that neither one of them had scored anything like the IQ
rating that Jeanie had on the tests they'd all taken at her
school.
Brint had been livid to discover that he was of "average" IQ,
and Fran had lied about hers, saying it was the same as his when
in reality it was several points higher. The counselor had told
them that they were not to take the gradings too seriously anyway,
that, in fact, many people were discounting the importance of the
Intelligence Quotient tests and waiting for some better means of
measuring human intelligence to be discovered. Nevertheless,
there was no getting around the fact that their daughter had
scored on the "genius" level, some sixty or seventy points above
them. Fran tried not to think about it too much. The people at
the school seemed to be giving Jeanie encouragement and the
atmosphere that she needed, and Fran tried to think of her
daughter as just an average little girl, difficult as this was at
times.
"Why do you hate Uncle Morgan?" Fran jumped in her seat,
almost spilling the coffee in front of her on the table. Her
daughter's voice seemed to penetrate all the secret areas of her
mind, and for a moment she wondered if Jeanie could read thoughts.
She had tried hard not to show her utter contempt for her
husband's brother, but obviously nothing had been hidden from
Jeanie.
"Jeanie ... why would you say such a thing? I don't hate
Morgan."
Her daughter's pretty face with its large blue eyes was
puzzled, and Fran started to say something else, but then she
noticed there was something different about Jeanie, something she
couldn't quite put her finger on. Was it her voice, her
mannerisms? The way she was dressed? Jeanie wore her robe and
pajamas, nothing unusual about that, nor about anything else
unless it was the soft womanly feeling of confidence that she
exuded, the aura of a woman who knows about loving and who is in
love.
"No, Mother, you know that's not true ... you really hate
him, and I wonder why. I think he's wonderful."
"Well, I'm glad you like your Uncle Morgan, darling, but you
mustn't contradict Mother. He's a very pleasant young man.
Sometimes - Mother gets nervous about things, you know ... but you
mustn't think that I hate anyone!"
Jeanie's face brightened. She sat down across from her
mother, pensive and serious. "I suppose you think he's kind of
shallow ... and I guess I'd have to agree with you there. But
despite that, I think Morgan has some good qualities that even he
doesn't know about yet!"
"I see," Fran said, but she didn't see at all. In fact, she
didn't want to talk about her brother-in-law at all. She'd be
seeing him soon enough without having to spend undue time talking
about him too.
"Well, it's good to see some good in everyone, Jeanie," Fran
said, without adding that she herself failed to see very much in
her husband, let alone her husband's no-good young brother.
"About your being so nervous these days, Mother ..."
"Yes?" Fran was almost afraid to hear what Jeanie had to say
- sometimes Jeanie gave her the shivers!
"I've been thinking ... maybe you ought to go back to work."
"Yes ... I've been thinking of it too!" Fran admitted.
"I mean, that way you wouldn't be so dependent on Daddy's
moods ... you know?"
"Yes ... yes, I know," Fran felt as though she were the
child, and her daughter the mother.
"You're still pretty enough to model, Mom!" Jeanie declared.
"Oh no ... I don't think ..."
"Sure you are! I think you ought to call up some of those
photographers you used to know ... I bet they'd love to hear from
you!"
"Well ... I'll think about it, Jeanie ... I will," Fran tried
to hide the pleasure in her voice, the hope that her daughter's
words had inspired within her. Did she dare to call some of the
people who had been so excited about her potential over ten years
ago? Just the thought of it was so exciting that Fran could feel
her heart beating harder as she started to make another pot of
coffee at the stove.
"See you later, Mom," Jeanie walked airily out of the
kitchen, pleased with herself for having pleased her mother.
"Yes, angel ... see you later!" Fran was already composing
imaginary telephone conversations in her mind.
* * *
Jeanie climbed the steps two by two, taking them easily and
without getting out of breath. She knew now what she must do in
order to complete her plans. Jeanie's young limbs still ached
from being spread so wide by her uncle the night before, and her
mind still whirled with the memory of the wonderfully illicit
details of their evening together. If only he had taken it to the
end ... if only he had gone all the way! But instead of
eliminating the bothersome virginity that Jeanie wanted so badly
to get rid of, Uncle Morgan had left her, going up to his room
without gaining satisfaction for himself. It had been puzzling at
first, but Jeanie was so dazzled by the crazy signals of mind-
expanding sensual delight that coursed through the narrow walls of
her thoroughly stimulated little cunt that she had let him go
without running after him. After thinking it through carefully
later in her bed, she decided that it was out of consideration for
her that Uncle Morgan did not take her virginity. She had heard
him muttering, "Too small ... much too small," as his thick finger
wormed its way up into the heavenly seeping darkness of her
trembling pussy.
Now as she reached the top of the stairs she wanted to run to
him, to tell him that it didn't matter, that no amount of pain
would stop her from wanting to feel his hardness deep inside her
ten year old pussy!
The little girl moved past her mother and father's bedroom
door, then past her own room. Further down the hall she could see
the door in which she was interested. A little shiver traversed
her lithe young body, naked beneath her pajamas and robe. Her
hand turned slowly upon the knob, and to Jeanie it was as if it
were all taking place in slow motion. She knew that no one would
bother looking for her for some time, and certainly neither her
mother nor her father would ever think of finding her in Uncle
Morgan's room!
The room was dark, the blinds drawn over the one window that
looked over the small back yard. As her eyes grew accustomed to
the light, Jeanie could see her uncle's sleeping form on the bed,
his unclad body covered with a sheet. She moved closer and saw
that he was sleeping deeply. Curiously, the little girl drew back
the sheet from her father's brother. Bit by bit she revealed the
strong male form, the large hair-covered chest, big muscular arms,
narrow waist and hips that tapered down to muscular thighs and
calves. He was beautiful! Jeanie sucked in her breath and felt a
thrill of desire and love traverse her virgin body. Her eyes
focused upon the thick dormant penis about which she had thought
for so long. Intently, she gazed at it, and then without removing
her deep blue eyes from the object of her premature lust, Jeanie
began to undress. She looked small and lovely in the half-light
of the room, her long blonde hair shining and the sparse hairs
upon her naked pussy promising to become the same golden color.
Jeanie seemed to have forgotten any existence other than her
uncle's as, finally naked, she moved toward the bed.
If anyone had beep watching from behind, they would have seen
the sensuous flare of the little girl's gently curving hips and
lush round buttocks. She stood poised for a second, realizing
that she would always remember this moment for as long as she
lived. Then she raised her slender white arms over her head
provocatively, pushing her blonde hair up and then releasing it so
that it fell softly back down to her shoulders. She was actually
acting as though her sleeping uncle were watching her. Her soft
pink nipples quivered to erectness on the tips of her small
tingling breasts as she languidly stretched her arms and then
climbed slowly up on the bed to straddle Morgan's sleeping
nakedness with her own. Then slowly, ever so slowly she began to
lower herself down. With her legs widespread, one dainty foot on
either side of her uncle's sleeping body, Jeanie's compact cream-
white nakedness formed an unforgettable tableau unseen by any but
the four walls of the family guest room, now occupied by Brint
Cooper's younger brother, Morgan.
She slid her legs wider and wider, spreading them outward
from Morgan's hard thighs. Simultaneously, her softly pulsing
cunt lips spread open, the little bud of her clitoris jerking
nervously as the determined young girl forced her virginal mound
wider still.
"I'm really going to do it!" she gasped, not believing her
own determination.
In his dream, Morgan could feel his beautiful sister-in-law's
breath across his face, and as he reached up to put his hands
around her naked, finely shaped waist, he felt himself grow stiff
and hard, his cock a rigid pole of flesh that would rise high into
Fran's willing cunt. God, she was going to love it, and he was
going to love fucking her!
And then he was moving up, up against the tightness of her,
and he could tell that it was no longer a dream, but a reality -
another strange reality in the Cooper household.
"JEANIE! YOU!" he cried, as his eyes snapped open. The
horny little bitch! he thought, the finger-fucking last night
wasn't good enough for her!
Jeanie's eyes were half closed with desire, her face
mirroring the sensations of turmoil and arousal that she felt
within her. She let herself remain fully upon the hard naked
shape of Morgan's thick throbbing penis. It lay pressed against
her pink heated inner membranes, pulsing wetly against her secret
cunt. Leaning forward, she brought her face closer still to
Morgan's, her small breasts flattening against his hair-covered
chest, her little outer cunt lips beginning a determined sliding
up and down the length of his fully stimulated cock.
Bits and snatches of his dream were coming back to him, but
it was hard to grasp the full meaning of it. Something luscious
and wonderful had been happening, and now here was his ten year
old niece Jeanie, and he'd certainly enjoyed the feel of her tight
little cunt in his mouth the night before ... and he'd sure as
hell wanted to fuck her bad enough then. Why not now?
Under the pressure of her moistening spread slit, the soft
feel of her cheek upon his face, he could feel himself growing
more enthusiastic about actually trying to screw his own niece.
Hell, what did he have to lose, anyway? She was begging him for
it!
Meanwhile, Jeanie Cooper, first in her class in everything,
was now planning on becoming the first in her class of advanced
students to lose her virginity! She moved faster and faster,
building up a tingling friction in the slit of her sparsely hair-
surrounded virgin pussy, feeling her uncle's thick cock big and
slippery against her, growing to an alarming size as she rode
sensuously over it. She couldn't stop, even though she began to
grow more and more frightened of the lewd task she had set
herself. The loose thick foreskin of Morgan Cooper's penis had
slid back beneath the pressure of the ramrod within and now the
entire knobby head surfaced to become a hard bulbous mass in the
small pit of his brother's daughter's straining young pussy.
"Christ, Jeanie!" Morgan gasped, his head jerking backward
against his pillow as he allowed the wild sensations to race
through his desire-tormented body. Together they made a rhythm
now, he moving upward against the little girl's willingly spread
pussy, while she wriggled sensuously against the snug-fitting
length of hot naked flesh that felt so good that the ten year old
was compelled to swallow her fear. After all, it was MORGAN'S
WONDERFUL COCK! She was in love, and she would explore the
meaning of this new state of existence to its farthest depths, no
matter what that entailed. This thought comforted the nakedly
trembling child, and she smiled a little to herself as she panted
over her young twenty year old uncle, and then planted small
kisses on his open lips. The length of his now eager penis jerked
upward beneath her, and together they groaned with desire.
In spite of his earlier reservations, Morgan was now fully
responding to the precocious nymphette whose moist velvet-soft
cunt slid tenderly up and down the length of his throbbing penis.
The petite young body jerked wildly above him now, and then, as
though she could no longer wait, her hand went around behind her
to tease the hardness of his cock, the very cock that she had
thought about touching all night and all morning. The addition of
Jeanie's nimble fingers tracing lines of lust-inspired madness
along his cock to the feel of her slipping, sliding cunt was
enough to drive him insane. He could see her blonde hair falling
forward into his face when she rose up, and when she lay down upon
him it covered his face, filling his nostrils and his mouth with
the sweet scent she used.
Sensuously the little girl's small but soft buttocks settled
backward upon the rock-hardness of his thighs, and he could hear
her staccato breathing. Then she fell forward and her nipples
were hard and like little berries against his chest. The ex-
airline employee suddenly became impatient about this female rape.
Never before had he had such a strong feeling that he was being
used! Not even the airlines had been able to use him without his
getting back his own. Of course, they had found out about the
illegal ticket sales he'd been involved in, but unable to prove
anything, had fired him on a technicality. And certainly no woman
had ever used him. None of the girls he'd known in his extensive
career as a "notorious swinger" had ever gotten the better of him
in any way. In fact, whenever the girls left Morgan's erstwhile
apartment in New York, he'd always given them a playful pat on the
ass, a pat that always said, "Thanks for the pussy, honey!" when,
in fact, he did not utter the demeaning words or some similar
expression himself.
He'd never really cared for anyone, not yet anyway, and so
far the state of his emotional life hadn't bothered him. So now
that Morgan had the strange feeling that Jeanie was only using him
for her own devious ends, he felt determined to take more of a
hand in determining just what was going to happen during this
illicit encounter with the ten year old.
Jeanie moaned. It just felt so good. She was spreading her
young white thighs wide apart and slipping her almost hairless
pussy flesh upward, allowing the gentle sensitive entrance of her
pre-teen pussy to rest on the very tip of her Uncle Morgan's
rampant penis. Her fingers separated the untried little cuntal
lips as far as possible as she tried to fit the smooth-surfaced
cock-head inside their tiny circumference. Brint Cooper's
daughter gasped as she realized with alarm that she couldn't
stretch them that far! In fact, she was beginning to think that
it was impossible, despite all that she'd read about the
elasticity of the female sexual organs.
The frustrated little girl grunted out her disappointment,
and tears began to stream down her face as she labored over the
hardness of Morgan's cock, trying to fit the outsized cock into
her minute opening.
Then just as she gasped out, "Help me ... oh help me!" Morgan
reached his own decision. She might be only ten years old and she
might be his own brother's child, but right now these facts were
working as added enticement to him. The very idea of getting back
at stupid-face Brint in such a perfect manner was stunning, and
with all the strength he could muster the twenty year old bucked
his hips upward just as he knew his niece was going to try to
insert the rubbery tip by bouncing down on it.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Jeanie cried, and then whimpered with pain
as she collapsed on her uncle's hair-coated chest, feeling the
thick fullness of his lustfully engorged penis stuck halfway up
into the silken warmth of her virginity.
The tight little opening felt ripped apart, and there was a
burning sensation that spiraled round inside the small throbbing
orifice and seemed to fill every part of her. She was sure that
she would never be the same again. It was going to take more than
a few moments to recover from the acute pain of her Uncle Morgan's
first entry. But Morgan was determined to get his tightly
embedded cock up into the snug clasping softness of Jeanie's
wildly palpitating pussy.
Slowly now, conscious of his hold over her, he pushed upward
again, pulling down upon her waist and slender hips at the same
time, driving his lust-maddened penis inward to rip apart the
tender tissue of her hymen. Comparatively impassive before, he
now took the initiative even though he knew she wanted him to
stop.
"Nnnnggggghhhhh!" the impossibly small opening was splitting
still wider, the thin vaginal lips giving way to the thicker base
of Morgan's upward worming cock.
"You asked for it ... you're getting it!" he cried lewdly,
gritting his teeth from the considerable effort he was exerting.
But Jeanie, through her pain and anguish, was beginning to
feel another sensation. Even as she winced and grimaced, biting
her lower lip to keep from begging her uncle to stop the plunder
of her heretofore unpenetrated pussy, Jeanie could tell that she
actually wanted him all the way inside her. She wanted Morgan
there, right where it hurt the most.
"FUCK ME!" she gasped out suddenly. "FUCK MY LITTLE CUNT
GOOD!"
Wildly, Morgan began a steady rhythm, his urgently thrusting
cock pushing, sliding, now actually racing forth, the whole of it
arched from the absurd pressure it was being subjected to as the
minute but strong vaginal muscles of his ten year old niece
massaged its throbbing girth.
"Damn! Coming to get you ... coming to get you, baby!" His
loins strained nakedly upward toward the little girl's as the
elastic-rimmed tightness of her pussy sent wild fiery thrills of
rising pleasure throughout his system. The bed bounced beneath
them as he flicked his hips upward with increasing hardness,
feeling Jeanie begin to tighten and relax alternately upon his
advancing and retreating penis.
He could see her pale and lovely, shivering above him, the
pain gone now as mounting pleasure took its place, a pleasure that
was so intense that Jeanie was made speechless, her low hum of joy
the only verbal indication of her excitement. The little girl
began to thrust herself downward with all her might, aided by
Morgan's strong hands upon her waist. Jeanie could feel her
uncle's tightly pressuring cock hard and hot inside her, filling
her everywhere, making her want to burst apart with the almost
unbearable pleasure it brought her.
"Mmmmmmmoooooo!" she keened, and then she thought, Oh, God, I
love him so much ... his beautiful cock all the way inside! She
had never fucked anyone before and now she was fucking her daddy's
brother!
The moist pink mouth of the little girl's trembling pussy
spread to admit every inch of the rapidly rising cock inside her,
and she began to groan incessantly, leaning forward, thrusting her
tiny tongue with complete delight far into the hidden recesses of
her uncle's open mouth. Low hums of ecstatic bliss began to rise
in torrents from her throat as Jeanie's young quivering lips
twisted with erotic passion, her graceful white neck straining and
her mouth working excitedly as she felt a thin film of sweat break
out upon her nakedly gyrating body. So this then was what it was
about! So this was love-making!
Brint and Fran's baby daughter had entered another world, a
world that was very much her own. Her lithe but inexperienced
body was bursting through to knowledge that she could not get from
books, as nebulous rainbow-lined clouds seemed to fill the little
girl's mind, and she felt herself beginning her first total
orgasm! Nothing mattered but the fact that she was being
magnificently fucked by her darling Uncle Morgan. No matter what
happened from now on, nothing would alter this startling fact.
The warm wet flesh of her desire-tormented pussy quivered and then
began to jerk and twitch spasmodically around her uncle's lust-
driven flesh as the final tide of the coming orgasm made its first
penetrating stabs of pleasure felt.
Jeanie began to gurgle and then to croon her delight as the
mounting licentious sensations overtook her tender child's body.
She seemed to feel every ridge of Morgan's smooth, up-worming
penis, and as she felt it grow larger still and so hard that she
thought it might break her in two, the excited little girl shook
her blonde curls and gave herself up to the miracle that was
taking place within her hungrily clasping cunt.
"Aaaaahhh! It's here! It's heeerrreee!" Beneath her, the
passionately aroused young man, using perfect timing, felt his
loins releasing a burning heat as his racing sperm spurted outward
into the tightly clenching young virgin flesh. Great gushes of
steam seemed to be surrounding the two of them - as Morgan
relentlessly fucked upward into both of their orgasms, cumming
still and feeling her cumming all around his spending cock. The
climaxing young man's sperm slipped from the heat of Jeanie's
contracting vagina down along his impaling shaft of naked flesh as
Jeanie's hands grabbed wildly at his shoulders.
The little girl continued to writhe and moan above him, and
Morgan knew that she was cumming not once, but many times in rapid
succession. The blonde ten year old wiggled this way and that
upon his deflating penis, moving up and down and from side to
side, milking every tiny drop of cascading semen from his angrily
fucking cock. It was then that he saw something in Jeanie's
desire-ridden features, something that made him remember his
dream.
And as he remembered, Morgan's mouth clasped hard on his
niece's, sucking her tongue deep into his throat. In the midst of
his turmoil, his great excitement, he knew that somehow through
this intimate contact with his own little niece, his brother's
daughter, he was being brought mysteriously closer to his sister-
in-law. By fucking Jeanie, he was all the closer to fucking her
voluptuous blonde mother; and as he shivered his last trembling
drops of cum up into the tightly pulsing baby cunt above him,
Morgan knew that, at all costs, he must make that dream come true.
Touching Jeanie's breasts, he longed for the firm white
fullness of her mother's ... wanted to make love to the older
woman as no one ever had before, to bring her as much pleasure as
he had brought to her ten year old daughter! He knew he could,
and he would even as his orgasmic fluids ran down his still
pulsing cock onto his aching balls.
"Jesus!" he cried. "What an idea ... what a wild fuckin'
idea!"
Chapter 4
"Mrs. Frances Carroll Cooper ..."
"One moment, Mrs. Cooper ... I'll see if he's in." The
secretary's voice was cool, efficient, and lacking a certain
friendliness that made Fran feel uneasy. Perhaps she shouldn't be
calling, after all. Maybe she ought to hang up. Perhaps she'd
say he was out, or he wouldn't even remember her name. She'd
given her maiden name as well as her married name, but eleven
years was a long time. It was even more than eleven years, Fran
reminded herself, even though she preferred to shorten it to
eleven in her own mind. Just as she was on the verge of hanging
up, a voice broke into the monotony of the "hold" line.
"Fran, darling! Is that you ... is it really you?"
A wave of nostalgia passed through Fran as she recognized
Giuliano's voice. The strong Italian accent, the same caressing
tones ... "Yes ... yes ... it is ... how are you?"
"How am I?" The Italian's voice was incredulous, mocking.
"What kind of question is that to answer over the phone? When am
I going to see you, darling? Shall it be lunch or dinner? Are
you still married or what?"
Fran felt a brief moment of regret as she answered, "Yes ...
yes, I'm still married. Brint and I have a little girl ... well,
she's not so little anymore, really."
"I'll bet she's beautiful just like her mother! Well, what
can we do? Will the ogre let you out of the house?"
"Why, of course ... of course ... I ... I guess I could have
lunch."
"Marvelous! When? How about tomorrow? I'm shooting in the
morning out on Park Avenue, and we could go to La Grenouille.
We'll have a marvelous lunch and you'll tell me everything. We'll
reminisce about old times ... or have you forgotten your
Giuliano?"
Fran was blushing at the other end of the line, shamelessly
pleased and excited.
"No, no ... I haven't forgotten ..." she replied. "Yes, I'd
love to come tomorrow ... shall I meet you there?"
By the time she hung up the phone, Fran was glowing. She
moved through the rest of the day as though on a cloud. And by
the time her husband, Brint, came home for dinner to break her
mood, she was filled with one thought: Why couldn't every day be
as pleasant as this one had been?
She had taken a tip from an advertisement in a magazine and
bought Stouffer's frozen seafood for dinner. It looked very
elegant in the pastry shells she'd gotten from the supermarket,
and it looked as though she'd been slaving for hours to make it
when in reality it took only twelve minutes to heat.
At the table sat her husband, her brother-in-law, and her
daughter, and all but Brint exclaimed over the delicious dinner.
Fran felt her resentment toward her husband growing by leaps and
bounds.
She was aware of his brother Morgan's eyes following her
wherever she went, and for the first time she felt a little surge
of pride at the fact that the young man was observing her. She
hoped that Giuliano would not be disappointed in her looks when he
saw her the next day. Fran had already decided what she would
wear, a softly clinging summer suit of silk shantung, off-white in
color, that she wore with her new platform wedgies - the ones
Brint had actually forbidden her to buy but which she had secretly
gotten anyway. He'd never seen them, and somehow Fran had always
felt guilty about buying them, but now she knew why she had gotten
them ... for this very occasion when she would have to look chic
and "with it" for her luncheon date with Giuliano! She couldn't
afford to have the slightest look of the housewife about her, not
if she were going to attempt to get some kind of work from him.
The dinner over, Fran took advantage of her daughter's offer
to clear the table and get the dishes ready for the dishwasher.
When her young brother-in-law Morgan offered to help the little
girl, Fran was pleased, since this was the first time Morgan had
offered to do anything around the house.
Once Brint was installed watching the evening news on
television, Fran felt free to go upstairs to her bedroom, where
she could think about the next day to her heart's content. She
planned a long bubble bath, a soothing and stimulating facial
mask, and perhaps a few moments on the massage pad that was
usually kept tucked in the back of the closet. She would pamper
herself, and get herself into the proper frame of mind, for
tomorrow she must not only be beautiful, but carefree - not only
charming, but exciting, desirable! Not that she planned to go any
further than lunch with Giuliano, of course, but after all the
possibility would be there. She would resist his advances, she
knew, resist them while loving the idea of what it would be like
if she were to give in!
The hot water steamed up into her face, and bit by bit the
foamy bubbles slid over the excited blonde housewife's naturally
creamy skin. In seconds she was completely covered up to the top
of her chin by the delightfully scented bubble bath. She looked
very much like her own little girl, Jeanie, with her hair piled
high atop her head, her features smooth as she closed her eyes to
dream about the new course that her life might take. But beneath
the water, the full voluptuous shapes of her nakedly soaking body,
all silken breasts, hips and thighs, belonged to a woman, a ripe
and beautiful woman.
* * *
Across the table, Giuliano's eyes sparkled. His hand reached
across, to touch Fran's as she reached for her champagne glass.
"My ... you are lovely ... lovelier than ever!" he declared,
and Fran could feel her loveliness, her beauty thrilling her to
the marrow of her bones. God, how long had it been since someone
had admired her like this? Why on earth had she put up with
Brint's insults all these years?
This was more like it. The elegant restaurant made her feel
right at home. Giuliano was well known there, and they were given
excellent service. The luncheon of stuffed crab with watercress
salad was light and exotic, and the Taittinger Blanc de Blanc
champagne tasted delicious and refreshing as Fran drank it
appreciatively.
She felt like a princess as the photographer continued to
stroke her fingers lightly and to tell her flattering stories,
reminding her of some of her past glories, hinting at the
excitement they had found in each other's bodies once, over eleven
years before.
Fran was more than a little tipsy as, finally and
miraculously, she heard Giuliano say the words she'd been waiting
for.
"Have you ever thought about modeling again? Of course, a
slightly different type now ... more Vogue and Harpers. No more
Seventeen and Mademoiselle for us. Cosmo would love you ... the
mature independent woman ... the new woman! You and I could make
a team of it again ... Eileen would love to take you back at the
agency. We'll make up a new set of pics, do a complete portfolio
and go see her together. What do you think?"
"I ... I think that would be wonderful! I'd love to do it!"
It was like a dream come true, a heavenly dream that meant
that her life was no longer "finished and down the drain". There
was life in the old girl yet, despite what her husband had to say
about it!
They agreed to meet the next day at his studio where the now
famous photographer would make up a new series of photographs for
Fran. He told her he had some terrific ideas, and made it clear
that for his own pleasure he would like to pose her nude with
animals. He'd been thinking about doing an unusual sequence like
this, but hadn't yet found the right woman for it ... Fran was
the right woman.
Despite her reservations, Fran felt a distinct shiver of
excitement at the idea. Would this man really become her lover
again? Did she have the nerve to be unfaithful to her husband?
She had been completely and utterly faithful all these years, and
there had been no reward that she could detect.
"Let's talk about the nude scene tomorrow ... we'll do the
others first, all right?" she said. But deep in the pit of her
belly the old fluttering was there. His dark, Mediterranean eyes
with their long lashes ... his voice ... would she be able to
resist him even if she wanted to?
"More champagne!" Giuliano poured again and again. The
luncheon was a celebration of their new partnership, their new
relationship. And to Fran it was a celebration of life itself, a
reaffirmation of her own self.
"Come on ... don't be such a scare-baby! Mom won't be home
for hours yet! Just a quickie, Morgan, please I want it so bad!"
Jeanie pleaded with her uncle to come to the sofa where she
lay nakedly exposed to him. It was the middle of the afternoon,
and Morgan felt a bit hesitant about taking Jeanie up on her
offer, even though the sight of her tempting little pussy, already
looking more womanly since he'd been having his way with it night
and day, was just as exciting to him as it always was.
"Let's go upstairs to the bedroom anyway," he suggested,
feeling his virile cock stiffening at the thought of that little
baby cunt wrapping itself around it, clinging tight while he
wormed his way ever upward inside its hotly burning confines.
"Christ, Jeanie, don't you ever get enough?" he asked. "I've
never known a grown woman who wanted so much fucking ... not to
mention a ten year old!"
"I'll be eleven soon, if my age bothers you. But age is
mainly in the mind, Morgan ... you must know that by now!"
Her little fingers had already started to ply the rosy-pink
tissues of the narrow slit that nestled between the two soft naked
lips of her impatiently waiting pussy. One leg went up on the
back of the sofa as she lay back and let her own fingers play with
the desire-filled slit of her pulsating cunt.
"Mmmmmm ... oh, Morgan ... can't you fuck me just a little?
It won't take very long ... mmmmmm!"
Morgan couldn't take anymore of Jeanie's teasing. Hastily,
he removed his clothes, and taking the precaution of locking the
front door, rushed back to the sofa, his fully erect penis bobbing
lewdly in front of him as he walked.
The excited young uncle let his full weight fall upon the
slight form that lay upon the couch, and felt his niece tremble
with desire beneath him.
"Put it in ... oh, put it in right away!" she cried. It was
going to last a long time, she knew ... she would make it turn out
that way. It was going to last exactly as long as she wanted it
to!
* * *
The taxi driver told Fran how much he liked her perfume, and
all the way back to her house from Manhattan he told her story
after story about his wife and daughter, about football games he'd
enjoyed and about his mother's operation. Fran listened to it all
with a smile playing about her lips. She felt benevolent, all-
forgiving. She felt just perfect. The champagne she'd had
blurred her vision just enough so that everything outside the cab
looked dreamy and interesting. The harsher realities of the city
were cushioned.
She tipped the driver lavishly. It was only money, after
all, and still listening to his declarations of thanks, she
floated up the walk to her house.
The taxi driver watched her as she moved away from him, his
lips forming the words that rose from his subconscious. "Boy,
honey, would I like to eat you out! Some guys got all the luck,
fucking a juicy blonde one like that!" He was thinking of his own
wife, and of the woman he saw once a week ... the neighbor down
the hall. He always said to himself that pussy was pussy no
matter how you sliced it, but sometimes, like now, he felt
cheated. Just once in his life he'd like to get into something
like his last fare!
He didn't start up again until he saw Fran try the door, then
fumble in her purse for her keys. She fit the key into the lock
and then entered the house. The driver started up, and after
blowing her a mental kiss he sped away.
Fran stepped into the vestibule, her brain still whirling
with thrilling thoughts. She was, she thought, the world's most
fortunate woman. She dropped her pocketbook on the hall chair and
started toward the living room, but before she got there she heard
the strange sounds that would become the true turning point in her
life that day.
"OOOOOOOOH Yes! Fuck it! Fuck it!" the lewd, obscene word
was magic to Jeanie and she loved to use it as often as possible.
"Fuck my cunt good ... OOOOOH UNCLE MORGAN! YOU'RE SO BIGGGG!"
In and out the young twenty year old speared, his naked
buttocks flexing, his entire nervous system soaring, blood
pounding in his ears as little Jeanie's heels kicked against his
moving back. Obscenely she wormed the entire lower portion of her
nakedness up tight against her father's brother, pulling him as
far into her clasping pussy as he would go.
"OH JEANIE ... JEANIE ... BABY!" he cried. Through some
expertise that she seemed to have learned on her own, Jeanie had
affectionately kept him from cumming for at least half an hour.
She'd kept him just on the brink ... right on the edge of the
orgasmic release that he needed for his sanity.
"OH TOO MUCH!" he cried, "TOO FUCKING MUCH!"
Fran stepped forward, disbelief causing her to move closer to
see with her own eyes the evidence that was meeting her burning
ears. Her eyes bulged with horror as she saw them nakedly
clinging to each other, her own ten year old daughter on the
bottom, her husband's brother on top, thrusting and panting,
grinding his thickly throbbing cock into the depths of Jeanie's
straining, milking pussy.
Her scream rent the air, so loud that it seemed to blast the
fornicating uncle and niece - her daughter and her husband's
brother right off the sofa. Then Fran was running forward, words
coming that she didn't even hear or understand herself, her hands
grabbing for the two of them, nails scratching.
"GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE, YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SON OF A
BITCH! I TOLD BRINT BUT HE WOULDN'T BELIEVE ME! YOU'RE THE
LOWEST OF THE LOW, A DIRTY ROTTEN ... OH, GET OUT! GET OUT OF
THIS HOUSE!"
But before Morgan could move away from her flying hands, she
had struck him hard across the face and run away herself,
clambering up the stairs to put as much distance between her
daughter and her brother-in-law as possible. Jeanie had been
enjoying it ... loving it ... Fran had heard with her own ears the
words her daughter had used, filthy obscene words. Wherever had
she heard them? OH GOD, WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO THEM ALL NOW?
The distraught mother ran into her bedroom and, sobbing bitterly,
threw herself upon the bed. The beautiful world of only a few
moments before had been irreparably shattered.
* * *
"GOD, JEANIE! I TOLD YOU WE SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE AT IT RIGHT
HERE IN THE LIVING ROOM!"
"Gee, I guess you were right, Uncle Morgan ..." But Jeanie
was pleased, very pleased with the way things were going.
"What the hell do we do now?" Morgan was doubly peeved. Not
only had he been caught screwing his own brother's child, but he'd
spoiled his chances with Fran forever. In addition, to all that,
he hadn't even reached a climax!
Jeanie began to slip into the clothing which she'd tossed
behind the sofa. Sweetly, she spoke to her uncle, "I think maybe
you'd better go up and see what you can do, Uncle Morgan. Mom is
very high-strung and perhaps you can help her to calm down."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Morgan cried. He, too, was fully
dressed by now. But the more he thought about his precocious
niece's suggestion, the more he became interested in it.
Chapter 5
Morgan's footsteps were almost inaudible as he approached
Fran's bedroom. It was the discreet airline walk, coupled with
the subdued and seemingly knowledgeable manner. Yes, Morgan was
an expert at certain kinds of deception, and now he prepared some
of this skill as he softly turned the handle of his sister-in-
law's door. She had been too distraught to think of locking it;
indeed, she was incapable of anything at the moment but lying
prostrate upon her bed, reduced to low moans and soul-wracking
sobs by the horror of what she had seen downstairs in the living
room. She had not even begun to fully react to the incestuous
scene between her little girl and her husband's brother. There
was no precedent in all of her experience that had prepared her
for this moment.
Therefore, when the shaken young blonde looked up to find
that her brother-in-law had been standing there watching her for
God knew how long, she was too stunned to do anything at first but
gape at him in astonishment.
Many things ran through Morgan's mind as he made their mutual
stare a test of wills. He knew he looked handsome standing there,
clean-cut and all the things people felt that a young man ought to
be in appearance, and as usual he counted on this to carry some of
the brunt of his purpose for being in his brother's wife's room.
He also found himself thinking something that was becoming
familiar to him by now: What have I got to lose, after all?
He'd already been caught doing the worst imaginable. From
here on in it was pure gravy. His gorgeous sister-in-law looked
frightened, vulnerable, and more beautiful than ever to his jaded
eye; and Morgan decided to take full advantage of her disturbed
state.
The brash twenty year old began to walk toward the older
woman's bed. He looked around him as he approached. So this was
his brother's sacred bedroom. Big deal!
"Get out! Don't come near me, you monster!" Fran cried,
suddenly finding her voice. What was he doing here anyway? What
did he want from her? How could this be happening now after what
she had just discovered in the living room? It didn't make any
sense at all, and for an instant it seemed to the disturbed blonde
housewife that she might have imagined everything, that her joy
and happiness and the enormous amount of champagne she'd consumed
with Giuliano at lunch might have clouded her reason. Maybe she
hadn't seen anything down there at all! Perhaps her guilt about
Giuliano had something to do with it for she did feel guilty now,
horribly guilty for the thoughts, yes, and the feelings too.
Posing naked with animals ... good God! But the young woman's
alcohol-befuddled brain could not really accept the idea that
she'd been hallucinating the lewd scene of fornication between her
daughter and her brother-in-law. No, she could not really accept
that!
Morgan stood directly over her now, and she found herself
looking up into his dark, flashing eyes, so much like her husband
Brint's ... but God, there was something else in them, something
evil, something fascinating. It was that same fascinating
"something" that she'd been avoiding during the younger man's stay
in her house, the same "something" that made her feel that she
hated him, loathed him, in fact. And now, for some reason she
could not turn her eyes away. Superimposed upon her vision she
seemed to see Morgan's naked buttocks flexing, thrusting, seemed
to hear her own little daughter crying out for more!
When the twenty year old spoke, Fran jumped as though she had
been struck. For didn't she expect this ... some kind of violence
from him, if not from herself?
"What's the matter, honey?" he said with a teasing attitude,
and Fran could see his twisted handsome smile looking back at her.
"Your pride all shook because it wasn't your little pussy getting
a taste of my cock?"
Fran stiffened, her face draining of all color, her mouth
opening to speak, but a strangled horrified sound emerging, a
sound that she didn't even recognize as belonging to her.
But everything was topsy-turvy, wasn't it? Fran felt a wave
of dizziness pass over her at the vile sound of the obscenities
her husband's younger brother dared to mouth. But something
inside her had been touched, something had been wounded, mortally
perhaps, and in spite of herself, the disturbed young blonde could
feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flitting suddenly through her
stomach. It was much the way she had been feeling there in the
restaurant sitting across from her former photographer and lover.
God, it was much the same, but stronger, much stronger. She
realized how much the effects of the champagne were still with
her, and the crazy excited feelings she'd been having then seemed
to be carrying over to this hideous moment. It was all wrong, all
wrong and she wanted to tell him so, to protest that she had
never, ever entertained such lewd thoughts about him. But now,
Fran couldn't be sure. What if she had? What if her aversion to
her husband's handsome brother all this time had been nothing but
an attraction that she could not admit to herself? Tears began to
flow from her eyes, and Fran batted her long lashes furiously in
an attempt to stop them. Crying seemed an admission of sorts.
"You ... you mustn't talk to me like that. You can't say such
things! I ... I'll call the police ... I ..."
The mention of the police made Morgan snarl, and Fran
instantly regretted having brought up the subject. "Oh, come off
it, Fran! All the police in the world won't help you now.
Because I'm going to do something I bet you've wanted me to do for
a long while! I'm gonna fuck you silly. Fuck you like that
brother of mine probably never has! My cock's bigger than his,
anyway. You'll dig that!"
"Oh, please, please ..." Fran began to crawl to the other
side of the bed. "Dear God, you can't force me to do anything.
No, I'm your own sister-in-law! No! You can't!"
Morgan made a move to the other side of the bed, between his
sister-in-law and the door, and stood defiantly looking down at
her tear-stained face. She heard him chuckle and as a dreadful
apprehension overcame her, she realized that if he had been
intimate with his niece, a ten year old, certainly nothing would
stop him from doing the same with his sister-in-law!
The disheveled blonde cowered back into the pillows of the
bed, whimpering with fright, and it was then that Morgan knelt
upon the bed, causing it to slant downward alarmingly.
"Dear God, no ... no!", she begged, holding out one hand at
arm's length as if to ward off the handsome dark-haired youth.
But to her alarm, he reached out and took her extended hand in
his.
"Calm down," he said in a softly insidious voice. "No reason
to get all upset. You know you want it as bad as I do. And if
you don't, you will once I get started."
"No! Please stop talking like that. I've never been
unfaithful to Brint. I simply can't. You can't make me do it!
You just can't!
"Sure I can, love!" he said, moving closer, his arms
encircling his older sister-in-law to draw her to him. Morgan
ignored her futile attempts to fight him off. "You can ask
Jeanie, she likes it well enough. But then you saw that much,
didn't you?"
Wild thoughts of killing him, of finding some weapon in one
of the drawers next to the bed ran through Fran's mind. But what
if she should actually commit murder, kill her own husband's
brother? The thoughts came to nothing as the older woman was
drawn up tight to the twenty year old's chest. He was
disregarding her hands against his chest, his powerful young arms
crushing her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers,
finding it and pressing his lips wetly to hers in a tight grinding
manner.
Fran groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky
moment, feeling her brother-in-law's hand pressed hard in the
softness of her breasts beneath the silky material of her suit.
Futilely, the terrified housewife and mother let herself go
limp, surprised at the softness of her brother-in-law's lips
against her own, and once more the little fluttering sensations
running through her trembling belly plagued her.
"There," he whispered, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" Morgan's
hand was continuing to stroke her breast outside her suit. "Just
let yourself go, beautiful. You're missing a lot being faithful
to old Brint all the time ... missing a hell of a lot!"
The words disturbingly echoed Fran's own thoughts, and the
trapped blonde moaned in desperation. She realized with sudden
accuracy that she couldn't fight her brother-in-law. He was too
strong for her, and now her own body was beginning to betray her.
The effects of the champagne had caused her to turn into a bundle
of loose raw nerve endings, and she could feel her mind rapidly
losing what little control over it she'd had before. To plead
anymore, she knew, was useless, and now the former model made no
effort to stop her husband's brother as he slipped his hand inside
the deep "vee" of her suit front, moving beneath the brassiere she
wore underneath to cup one and then the other of her nakedly
trembling breasts with groping fingers that sent tiny licking
flames of passion over Fran's satiny flesh. Small pinpricks of
delicious feeling were racing through the tip of her pliant breast
as he rolled the hardening softness of one nipple back and forth
maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger.
An obscene horrid thought flickered through Fran's mind as
she felt herself succumbing to the coursing desire within her
system. Had it been like this for her daughter? Had ten year old
Jeanie felt something like this with her Uncle Morgan? The
thought sent an odd shiver of something akin to jealousy rather
than concern for her daughter through the older woman, and sadly,
with a sense of great loss, the beautiful blonde wondered briefly
if she had ever felt like a mother toward her child since the
precocious little girl had begun to show signs of being more adult
than Fran herself!
Fran could feel the heat of her husband's brother's breath
rushing against her ear. She thought suddenly that she was nine
years older than he ... he was little more than a child himself.
Yet this "child" was moving his head, bringing his lips down to
lock wetly against hers, and with a shudder Fran found herself
thrusting her own tongue forward sharply in lewd reply. Morgan
sucked his sister-in-law's tongue deep into the wetness of his
mouth, and feeling that she was melting and quivering against him,
he slowly eased his head away and whispered, "Let's get naked."
The crude words were like a sudden gust of fresh air, and
Fran realized just exactly what she was letting happen. She
thought of breaking away from her husband's brother, of breaking
this awful bond of intimacy between them, of running, running.
But where? She doubted now if her legs would carry her even if
there were someplace for her to go. Horribly, the distressed
blonde realized that she couldn't even go to Giuliano. No, she
would have to be perfect for him. Never would she let him see her
upset or disturbed. And with this realization, she knew that he
was not really her friend. No, if he were then she could go to
him anytime at all. Giuliano was just a surface relationship, as
surface and two-dimensional as the photographs he would take of
her.
She began to cry again as Morgan let her free to sit up and
begin removing his clothes. Weakly, Fran rolled her head back and
forth in limp protest. But she was thinking, was anyone really
her friend? Certainly her husband Brint wasn't. Was there no
one, then? Nothing but this conflict of bodies, this desire that
she felt inside her which was more than desire really. It was a
request for love, for understanding. But would anyone ever know
that and take it as such? And then he was naked to the waist and
she saw her husband's brother moving toward her again, his arm
embracing her as her hand went flat against his warm muscular
chest, the soft patch of silk-like hair upon it tickling her palm,
and then his mouth was closing over hers once more, his tongue
sliding between her lips, past the barrier of her small perfect
teeth. Fran found herself sucking at it with all her might, as
though it might give her some solace. Unconsciously, the older
woman let her hand slide against the twenty year old's chest, her
fingertips raking at the tiny male nipples, then squeezing and
rolling them as he had done to her.
Brint Cooper's wife could feel Morgan's hand tracing up the
soft hot flesh of her inner thighs, above her stockings, pushing
her skirt back with it and letting the cool air of the room caress
them. Momentarily, Fran's breath caught in her throat as her
husband's brother's fingers slid gently inside the elastic leg
band of her panties, moving and worming slowly upward until he
could part the sensitive lips of her hair-fringed vagina. Then
they slipped into its heated wetness and found the soft inner lips
that enshrined her quivering clitoris.
It was then that visions of Brint loomed up in her brain, as
if her surly husband were somehow standing there staring down at
them, a contemptuous sneer of hatred contorting his thin handsome
face. Fran froze, then again came to life to squirm and struggle
with renewed strength as she tried to get away from her husband's
brother. She wanted to get away from them all, to cease having
her life ruled by men in one way or another. At that moment she
could not say that it was love for her husband that made her want
to get away from his brother. Far from it. This proximity to
Morgan was making her detest her husband all the more as if he
were responsible for this. And in a way he was, for allowing the
unemployed young man to come into the house when he knew that Fran
was against it from the start!
"Damn you! Damn you! Get away from me! Don't touch me!
You filthy animal, coming into my house, raping my daughter and
now me!"
"RAPE MY FOOT!" Morgan spat down. "That little cunt of your
daughter's is insatiable. A real nympho if I ever saw one. She
raped me, Mom! And don't you ever forget it!" Angrily he reached
out to catch Fran's wrists and hold them fast, throwing his weight
on top of her and almost crushing his sobbing sister-in-law with
his powerful body until she could not move a muscle.
"You wanna do it the hard way, then that's the way we'll do
it! BUT WE ARE GONNA DO IT! That little pussy downstairs kept me
going and then you came in and I'm gonna get my rocks off today on
one of you for sure!" he added lewdly.
"Oh God, no ... I'm sorry. Please don't do it to me! Just
let me go!" Fran pleaded, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as
Morgan grabbed her roughly, pulling down on her skirt so that it
eventually exposed the full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs, the
soft flesh above the top of her bikini panties and the garter
belt. He pulled down upon the white panties and the frilly white
garter belt, exposing the soft golden pubic hair covering his
sister-in-law's trembling cunt. Then Fran felt him fumbling with
his own pants and saw them slide away down his lean hips, and she
caught a glimpse of his thick hard cock in his hand as he returned
to her whimpering, cowering form. Finally, he was forcing his way
between her long lithe legs, spreading her soft defenseless thighs
unmercifully as he guided his lust-hardened member forward.
Shoving her legs behind her knees roughly as though she were not a
real woman but a doll, he raised them high as he used the thick
rubbery head of his pounding cock to part the full hair-lined lips
of his sister-in-law's unwillingly spread pussy.
Fran tossed her golden blonde hair wildly, closing her eyes
with a shudder of horror as she felt the soft electrical contact
of her brother-in-law's throbbing cock-head against her
involuntarily pulsating pussy-flesh. The captive sister-in-law
held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in
utter subjugation under her husband's twenty year old brother.
"Ooooooo dear God!" she gasped as she felt the first hard
pressure against the tight elastic opening of her blonde-fringed
vaginal lips.
Morgan pushed, his lips tight as he grunted with the effort.
Fran cried out as the hard round tip slipped through, stretching
the curl-covered flesh surrounding her tight resilient passage
until she felt that her brother-in-law was splitting her thighs
apart from the almost unbearable pressure.
It was true. Morgan was bigger than her husband Brint!
"Oh God, no, please, you're hurting me!" she squealed as she
jerked her eyes open to see her husband's brother's evil sadistic
grin above her, his teeth even and slightly pointed like a young
animal's! Then, even as the horrified housewife watched, the
younger man's grin gave way to a contorted grimace of sheer lust,
as if he could barely stand it any longer, this debauched sight of
his brother's wife helpless beneath him, her sleek thighs
outspread as he penetrated the hair-surrounded slit of her tightly
resisting pussy.
"OH SHIT! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS! I GOTTA FUCK YOU NOW
... RIGHT NOW!" Morgan came down heavily upon his helplessly
conquered sister-in-law, his weight crushing her still-clothed
breasts back hard against her chest. The younger man's hips
thrust forward with the same brusque motion, sending his lust-
hardened cock sliding into her defenselessly quivering pussy with
a roaring fury, pushing the soft moist flesh of Fran's vaginal
walls in tiny pressured waves of intimate flesh before it. There
was no stopping him, it seemed, until with a loud groan his heavy
testicles smacked with a slapping noise up into the crevice of her
upturned ass-cheeks.
"OH, OH, OH!" she cried out beneath her husband's brother.
Her impossibly filled passage throbbed against the hard chunky
knob of flesh that had entered it. Morgan's deeply pulsing cock
lay within her belly and there wasn't one tiny ridge of its flesh
that the older woman could not feel as the invading penis pressed
tight and snug against the soft tender walls of her fearfully
tensed cunt.
Above her, the lust-inspired brother-in-law lay unmoving for
a moment, his handsome face directly above hers. Fran too
remained immobile, afraid to stir for the emotion, good or bad,
that it might cause. Silence except for the in-laws' heavy
breathing hung between them for a long interval and then suddenly
Fran felt a throb from deep inside. The breadth and length of
Morgan's virile young cock was jerking up into her another half-
inch as he flexed it within the dark shelter of her vagina.
"Aaaaauuuh!" Fran grunted breathlessly, her face twisting
with the shooting pain she felt.
"You're pretty tight! But I've had tighter!" Morgan
declared, thinking of this woman's daughter whose child's pussy he
had forever deflowered.
Morgan throbbed deeper and deeper, suddenly ripping at the
light material of her suit top which was of the kind worn without
a blouse. Underneath, the filmy brassiere pulled away from Fran's
large trembling breasts, exposing their white satiny mounds and
the large pink nipples to his roughly kneading fingers.
"Oooooo dear God!" Fran sobbed, her resistance fleeing from
her in face of the helplessness of her position. She doubted if
she would ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again.
Her husband's brother had stripped her self-respect completely
this day, more than her husband himself had ever done. What was
left of her life, her family, her shattered image of herself as an
intelligent and independent woman? Nothing! There was nothing
but her brother-in-law and his throbbing fleshy cock buried deep
inside her inflamed vagina.
Fran knew that Morgan sensed the loss of her last remaining
ounce of resistance, and clamping his wet open mouth over hers, he
began a slow rocking motion between the captive housewife's wide-
held thighs. Fran could feel sensations like tiny explosions of
gunpowder inside her plundered loins, searing the soft sensitive
flesh within her as the younger man's motion widened and forced
her narrow passage to respond with each short smooth stroke.
Finally there was nothing more but to groan in helpless defeat
beneath the monster that she had allowed into her home.
And then suddenly her body, as though it were severed from
her resisting mind, commenced an involuntary reaction. Lewd
flames of desire were coursing through her veins, and she no
longer had the will or the strength to fight it. She had lost the
battle and now she knew that in spite of her repugnance and
horror, she was on the verge of surrendering totally to this boy
lying between her long, widely spread legs. The mere thought sent
chills running along Fran's spine as she felt the slow rhythm of
Morgan Cooper's upthrusting cock skewering wetly into her highly
stimulated loins.
Faint mewls of animalistic, servile acceptance raised from
the adulterous wife's chest, her lovely face becoming distorted
with passion as, her mouth toiling, her neck straining and her
delicate nostrils flaring, the now disheveled blonde pressed her
semi-nakedness up against her ruthless captor.
Odd bits of her clothing still clung to her, but the firm
taut mounds of her breasts pushed up naked against the younger
man's dark-haired chest and the fully exposed surfaces of her
ravaged pussy ground and rubbed lasciviously against her
thoroughly aroused brother-in-law's wiry-haired loins. The cords
in Fran's neck as well as those of her pale thighs stood out hard
and tense as she writhed underneath the younger man, becoming
carried away with the fervency of her feeling. There was no doubt
now that she was enjoying this ... wanting this mindless fucking.
No longer could she deny that she craved this delicious sensation
of lying beneath her husband's brother like this, giving back to
him what he was giving to her.
Above the excited blonde mother Morgan slaved, his forehead
and back covered with sweat as he shifted his rhythm to longer,
smoother strokes that drew his glistening, lust-swollen cock
nearly all the way out of his beautiful sister-in-law's clasping
pussy on the backstroke and then plunging forward into her
willingly uplifted loins again until Fran felt the harsh slap of
his naked testicles against the open crevice of her anus. The
younger man smiled his cocky grin of triumph into Fran's face and
dropped his lips again to hers. She was hopelessly impaled, he
thought, his to do with what he wanted! This was the way he'd
always wanted to see his uppity sister-in-law, he realized. This
was the way she looked best. Absolutely!
Now the woman who had refused even to meet his gaze for the
past few days was beginning to mewl and moan, twisting and
squealing wantonly under his ravishing, punishing cock.
It was good! Better than she could have imagined, Fran was
forced to admit to herself. And then the twenty year old's hand
was moving beneath her to where his lust-driven cock was sliding
smoothly in and out of her blonde clasping cunt. And the frenzied
wife began to keen with shameless delight as she felt him fondle
the soft hair-lined lips milking at his rampaging cock. He
continued to play there until softer groans of unrestraint formed
in Fran's throat and her widening vaginal passage seemed to gape
with greedy desire, swallowing the whole of his thrusting cock as
it plunged mercilessly to her very core.
Chapter 6
Jeanie just had time to finish her entry in her book. She
did so knowing that later on she would have little time to do so,
and she wanted to get her notes down while they were still fresh
in her mind. She wrote hastily in her room, her brain still
whirling with the incredible knowledge of what she had caused to
happen between her mother and her uncle.
Entry number 239, Log 3, Notes on Project X: June 12 - Timing
perfect on family reconciliation number one. Therapeutic action
transpiring perfectly between Mother and Uncle Morgan. In the
long run this will solve all inter-family problems and create
wholesome atmosphere necessary for my upbringing. Next I must
join the therapy.
Fran and Brint Cooper's only daughter rushed hurriedly back
down the hall. The little girl had already ascertained that her
mother had indeed succumbed to her Uncle Morgan's advances. She
had known all along that she would, just as she had known that the
young man himself had been waiting for just such a moment to take
place. It did not take much figuring out, really, only a good
dose of what Jeanie called common sense coupled with her keen
powers of observation. The members of her family were in
desperate need of assistance, Jeanie knew that much, and with her
new "knowledge" which her uncle had helped her to gain to guide
her, Jeanie forged ahead on what she considered a valid extension
of her original Project X. For one thing, the ten year old was
aware of the fact that being in love with a callow youth like her
uncle would never do. It was her duty to raise her twenty year
old uncle's consciousness, and while she was at it, she would
raise that of her mother and her father as well. She had a few
more years at home yet, and they might as well be emotionally
profitable!
The door to her mother's room still stood ajar, just as it
had been when she'd watched the final surrender of her mother
beneath her uncle's nakedly thrusting body. They were still at
it, she could see as she quickly shed the skirt and blouse she was
wearing from her smooth, girlishly small body. Naked, her pale
porcelain-like skin gleaming with a hidden light of its own, she
moved closer to the lewdly copulating forms on the bed. Already
the wise little girl could feel the growing excitement within her
awakened loins. Nakedly, she shivered as she empathized with her
moaning and writhing mother. She knew from experience just how
good Uncle Morgan's fucking could be!
The wildly preoccupied couple hadn't even noticed her
standing there, and Jeanie couldn't help feeling a little left out
and just a trifle jealous of the ardor with which her young uncle
carried her mother along the throes of ecstasy.
For Morgan was maddened by the silky soft sheath of Fran's
palpitating pussy as it enveloped his long thick penis, and he
drove far between the excited blonde's milk-white thighs with all
his strength while running his hot hands over the naked sweat-
glistening surfaces of her voluptuous body. The young man was
half out of his mind with the exquisite sensation - of fucking his
brother's wife and having her respond so eagerly, so perfectly.
Indeed, having her take the upper hand, for her long legs wrapped
themselves up around his back so tightly that she was effectively
able to control his thrusts deep into the hair-surrounded split of
her clasping pussy. Christ, he was going to cum any second. A
stream of obscenities issued forth from Fran's mouth, obscenities
that only served to excite him all the more. At some point during
their love-making the young mother and wife had seemed to change,
to turn into a free and liberated woman who was not so much being
fucked as fucking, and this difference had not escaped Morgan
although he was powerless to change it.
"Oooooohhhh FUCK FUCK!" Fran was unconsciously mimicking her
daughter's love cries while she received the heavy pounding of the
same throbbing cock within her secret loins. "FUCK ME MORGAN ...
FUCK ME LITTLE BROTHER-IN-LAW! DO IT TO MEEEE! DO IT TO MY
CUNT!"
Standing beside the squeaking bed watching the wildly
thrashing and twisting tableau that her mother and her uncle
created, Jeanie knew that she had been correct in her original
speculation about the state of her mother's psyche. Yes, her
mother needed this, this and more in order for her to become a
whole person again. But even as the youngster congratulated
herself, she could not keep from letting her little fingers search
out the tender nib of her quivering clitoris where it trembled
with longing within the protective lips of her pussy.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed to herself as she watched her Uncle
Morgan thrusting deep into her mother's hungrily welcoming belly,
pounding and worming up into her now welcoming cunt with demon-
like fury, his pistoning cock fucking into the over-excited
blonde's flaring pussy and smashing her clenching buttocks time
and time against the obscenely creaking mattress, only to lift up
and start all over again.
"MMMMMM!" Jeanie said a little louder, and then she added
quite loudly, "ME TOO!"
Even though the little girl's words were heard by the wildly
climaxing couple, each was so lost in an incestuous dream-come-
true that they completed their frenzied orgasmic thrashing, unable
to do otherwise as Fran felt herself to be one mass of exquisite
moisture high in her overpowered pussy. Her loins seemed to blaze
with an unholy fire and she was vaguely aware of Morgan's hands
running over her like searing tongues of flame, of his lips and of
the hot friction of his naked body as he squirmed against her.
This was it! This was it! And as her daughter's intruding voice
reached her burning ears, she was not in the least deterred from
what had become her goal.
"OH FUCK ME DARLING MORGAN ... FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER!"
she cried, panting and writhing as she heard his wailing breath
against her ear. His rising cock was like an unrelenting animal
raging and hurtling into her, making her tingle with life from the
tips of her toes to the back of her head. It was wonderful,
beautiful ... better than it had ever been with her husband! The
beautiful blonde woman sucked in her breath and gasped, "OH GOD
HELP ME. I'M CUMMMMMIIIINNNNNG!"
Every thrust of her husband's brother's lustfully surging
penis was creating a tormenting agony of pleasure that released
something that had been pent up inside her for too long. It was
more than an orgasm, although it was that too. It was the
rebellion of her very soul, and it had wings that seemed to carry
her a great, great distance even as she jerked and bucked against
the naked youth and felt his pumping cock grow huge and hard
within her and begin to spurt its hot thick sperm far into her
softly quivering and accepting belly. Feminine and masculine
juices mingled deep down inside the trembling, swooning housewife,
and her lips curled into a smile of satisfaction as though she now
knew something that she had not known before.
When at last her legs went limp, jumping convulsively and
finally flailing out to the side, splayed obscenely on either side
of her brother-in-law's still heaving young body, she had
forgotten her daughter's cry.
Therefore it was with a slight surprise when Fran felt the
pressure on the bed and opened her eyes to see not only her
brother-in-law still panting above her, but beside him Jeanie, her
pixie-faced, broadly beaming child.
"Oh, my God!" Fran said, a harsher reality seeming to
momentarily blot out what she felt she had just gained through her
lewd encounter with her husband's brother. She was, after all, a
mother. She couldn't allow her daughter to be here, to share the
ugly lasciviousness of the situation. No matter what may have
happened before, she must try to protect Jeanie!
She tried to get up, but found that she couldn't move beneath
Morgan's body. Then she became aware of some kind of activity
below her, and suddenly from the look on Morgan's face and
something that she now felt herself, she could tell that Jeanie
had insinuated her fingers behind Morgan to touch his hanging
testicles and then to clasp and fondle the already re-activating
cock that lay within Fran's moisture flooded pussy.
"NO!" Fran cried. "Jeanie ... get out of here! Jeanie ...
what in God's name?" But Morgan's thickening cock was rising
inside her and Jeanie's agile little fingers were touching and
sliding at her own still highly aroused cuntal lips! Jeanie only
smiled at her mother as she knelt on the bed beside them, busy
with her addition to the sensuous scene.
The disturbed young mother was visibly shaken as above her
Morgan let his fingers tighten upon her heaving breasts while he
leaned slightly sideways to kiss his naked niece's sweet-tasting
lips, already accustomed to his kisses. Beside her she could hear
the soft gasps of her daughter as Morgan's other hand began to
fondle between her kneeling thighs. His other hand meanwhile
continued to hold her nakedly trembling breast while she remained
captive beneath his superior weight. And now she could feel his
once more rock-like penis pushing up inside her, creating a
quivering response within her shamefully aroused pussy. The
blonde mother's blood ran cold and she felt so dizzy that she
thought she might faint any minute.
HE'S GOING TO MAKE LOVE TO ME AGAIN RIGHT HERE ... RIGHT NEXT
TO MY OWN DAUGHTER! AND I'M JUST LYING HERE ... I'M GOING TO LET
HIM!
It was all muddled and confused and she knew that it was
going to happen no matter what dire thought was turning about in
her brain. The bulbously swelling head of her brother-in-law's
cock rubbed hotly within her pulsating cuntal channel.
"Ooooooh!" she whimpered, no longer thinking about getting
away. The horrid pleasure that was spreading through her
helplessly captive body in spite of her feeble protests felt
obscene and hideous and yet she could feel her breasts aching for
her husband's brother's touch. Her pink nipples hardened against
his chest, and now his tongue returned to her wide-open mouth to
drive her mad. No, she didn't care if her daughter were there or
not! Clearly it was too late to protect little Jeanie. It
suddenly occurred to her that Jeanie might be better able to
protect her if it came to that! Fran tried to put out of her mind
the thought that later on she might care very much, but right now
all that mattered was the delight that took hold of her as she
felt her young brother-in-law's pulsing cock pressing high into
the sensitive flesh of her narrow hair-trimmed cunt. It wormed
slowly upward and back, continuing the wondrous adulterous
feeling, the sense of utter freedom that she had felt before!
"OOOOOH!" she cried out as Morgan's tongue slipped wetly out
of her mouth and his uneven breathing signaled that he was almost
fully hard now, almost filling her completely, utterly.
Above the helplessly moaning older woman, Morgan realized
hazily what he was accomplishing. Two women at once ... mother
and daughter at the same time! He was actually getting away with
taking both his brother's women! His dumb-assed brother's wife
and his sweet young daughter!
He was actually slipping his lust-swollen cock up into Fran's
unresisting belly, spreading wide the soft curly hair of her
blonde pussy, entering her totally while beside him Jeanie, the
sensuous little nymphette, moaned and heaved deliriously from the
satisfaction his extended middle finger was beginning to give her
tightly pliant, well-fucked baby cunt. The twenty year old youth
sawed maddeningly in and out amid the tiny furrows of the little
girl's straining young pussy, the already more luxurious growth of
the sparse golden hairs visible to him as he looked to the side at
her widespread kneeling thighs. Jeanie gyrated her young loins so
that her entire cuntal surface pushed upward against the palm of
her uncle's hand as he teased the inner folds and crevices of her
nakedly and openly presented pussy.
Morgan, forever the put-upon younger brother in his family,
now swelled with pride at the undeniable fact that he had managed
to instill such a degree of lust in these two creatures, his own
relatives, neither of them on a par with the cheap easy girls he
was accustomed to!
Grunting and beaming with pleasure, Morgan slid his massive
cock harder into his sister-in-law's moistly responding cunt,
feeling her vaginal channel expand easily before his thrusting
masculinity. Fran's straining legs began to widen and yield
beneath him once more as her tightly clasping pussy seemed to
nibble at his tingling cock.
"AAAAAAHAHAHAH! UNCLE MORGAN!" the ten year old beneath him
began to cry beside him as he slowly skewered his finger up, in
and out of her writhing naked cunt, creating sucking wet noises
with each withdrawal of his fingers as he simultaneously pushed
the full length of his lust-hardened cock forward to embed it in
the soft giving upper reaches of Fran's sensually tormented pussy.
As he struck the very bottom of her moistly straining pussy, he
could feel his beautiful sister-in-law grinding lewdly back to
meet him with an almost savage passion!
"OH GOD! FRAN! JEANIE! YOUR GOOD PUSSIES!" he cried
obscenely, enjoying the sound of the words in his mouth. But the
two women were oblivious to the egotism of the young uncle's
cries. Jeanie had maneuvered herself so that she was lying down
on the bed beside her mother, without once causing her uncle's
fingers to leave her desire-filled pussy. Now each of the women
lay on the bed, writhing feverishly side by side in separate
worlds of mindless joy.
Jeanie spread her legs out to the side as far as she could,
feeling her upper thighs touching her mother's hips beside her as
her helplessly responding pussy continued to spasm around her
father's brother's obscenely plying middle finger, the thickness
of which was increased when the young man added first one other
finger and then two to the furious finger-fucking he was giving
her desire-drenched little cunt. It was agonizing, excruciating
pleasure, so good that it almost hurt.
She and she alone knew that her father would be coming home
from work soon. Neither of the others was lucid enough in the
throes of their passion to remember this important fact.
The very idea of it sent shivers of fear and excitement
throughout her system. Each unrelenting thrust of her young
uncle's fingers recalled to her the fact that not so long ago she
had been a totally inexperienced child, whereas now, thanks to her
foresight and to her uncle's charming lack of morals, she was a
full-fledged member of the adult world of sexuality! Hearing her
mother groaning out beside her on the bed, Jeanie felt a new kind
of kinship with the older woman, and her hand reached up to where
her mother's clung to Morgan's thrusting back. She grasped her
mother's hand and held it in her own, feeling her own hotly
seething pussy begin to overheat with the insanely exciting
friction of her uncle's fingers. She was going to cum!
It started as a tiny trickle deep in the little girl's wildly
trembling pussy and grew with incredible magnitude until it
erupted with swirling hot signals that spread from the crazily
tingling depths of her womb to every slickly glistening portion of
her nakedly perspiring body. It rose and swelled, threatening to
strangle her with its force. It was immediate and real and her
nakedly heaving budding breasts shook as her lithe back arched
sharply and her hand tightly squeezed her mother's just as the
older woman beside her began to keen and croon in her own delight.
"OOOONNNNNOOOOOWWWWWW!" little Jeanie sputtered, choking on
her body's wracking climax as she felt her uncle's wet, wriggling
fingers increasing her insane delight by moving more and more
rapidly up within the hungry orifice of her indecently aroused
young pussy.
Make Mom cum too! she thought, and just then she heard her
mother, moaning mournfully beside her. Morgan's ardently jerking
penis swelled to smoldering hardness within his blonde sister-in-
law's openly welcoming vagina. The sensual softness of her
nakedly writhing body beneath him and the obvious turmoil in her
daughter's cum-filled pussy were making him almost apoplectic with
lust, and he thought that his whole lust-driven body, not just his
feverishly overworked cock, might explode when he finally came!
Relentlessly the unemployed young man fucked his aching
quivering cock up between his sister-in-law's sleekly straining
and stretching white thighs, making her helplessly entrapped pussy
a place created solely for his cock and nothing else. His hands
began to mold her softly jiggling breasts and from time to time he
leaned over to nibble not only their succulent pink fruit but his
beautiful little niece's as well.
OH CHRIST, he thought. THIS IS LIVING! Then he cried out,
"COME ON YOU TWO ... LET ME HAVE IT!"
"OOOOOooooohhhhhh!" the desire-anguished young mother crooned
while beside her, her daughter gave herself up to her uncle with a
final cry of joyous pleasure.
"NnnnnNNNNGH!" Jeanie turned her passion-wracked nakedness
in toward the madly gyrating duo beside her on the bed. In a
flash, filled with sudden inspiration, Morgan withdrew from his
sister-in-law's raging orgasm and hurriedly slipped his exploding
cock into her daughter's momentarily empty pussy. The lewd switch
was complete as he replaced his fingers in Fran's golden-haired
cunt to complete her frenzied peaking orgasm.
The lewdly occupied uncle felt his hot pent-up sperm starting
out of the sensitive slit of his madly throbbing cock, tentatively
at first and then speeding and racing toward the end of his little
niece's seething young pussy. And he found himself calling her
name and wondering in that dazzling moment how on earth the little
girl had achieved this splendid moment, for it seemed to him now
that it was all her doing, not his at all, and that something
within him was being radically changed without him being able to
do anything about it!
"YEEEEEESSSSSS!" he groaned. "YES, THIS IS MORE LIKE IT!
I'm cumming, you sweet evil bitches! Let me fuck you both! Let
me fuck your beautiful hot cunts!"
Chapter 7
Brint Cooper, Assistant Manager, the sign said outside his
door, and inside the large office Brint sat behind his desk,
toying with a sheaf of comparison shopper's reports. He would
funnel the information on down to the necessary departments of the
store in the morning. Right now the only thing he felt like doing
was going home. He'd just come from a long and unpleasant meeting
of the Board of Directors of the store, and it had been made clear
to the attractive executive that there were certain aspects of his
two-year reign as assistant manager of the store that were being
reevaluated. Certain sales had gone down and an advertising
policy that Brint had pushed hard for had fallen flat. It was all
very distressing, and Brint tried to forget about it, even though
there was a funny twist in his stomach at that very moment.
Hungry ... he thought, I'm Hungry, that's all ... I'll get
right home and have dinner and a good night's sleep, and lots of
rest over the weekend, and by Monday morning I'll be able to think
of something that will save my face with the Board.
But even the thought of dinner was disturbing because of the
new feelings Brint had been having about his wife, Fran. He
mulled it over as he went out the door, bidding his secretaries
good-bye with an absentminded nod.
"Sour puss looks fit to be tied tonight!" one of them said to
the other.
"That's what he probably needs!" the other replied, laughing.
The elevator carried him down to the parking level and Brint
found his car waiting for him the way it usually was at that hour.
"Have a good evening, Mr. Cooper!" the attendant called out
to him as he drove up the ramp to the open air. But Brint
couldn't help thinking that his whole world was slipping out from
beneath him in some sneaky, irreversible way. There was Fran ...
there was the dissatisfied Board of Directors ... there was that
funny sound the car had started making and which was no longer
covered by the warranty. The tired young man thought about his
wife's attitude for the last few days - oh, it was very subtle,
mind you, but Brint had noticed it just because of its subtlety.
Usually when something was bugging his beautiful ex-model wife,
she made it clear as all-get-out, and usually Brint had a good
time getting her goat even more by either making fun of her or
making her so upset that she lost control, thereby making him the
winner of the argument. Or, he reflected, he would make love to
her the way he had done several weeks before, thus effectively
shutting her up. He felt a surge of excitement as he stopped at a
traffic light, remembering that night and how Fran had moaned in
ecstasy beneath his stiff cock.
They'd only made love a couple of times since then, and
though Brint knew that each time had been too fast for Fran,
nevertheless he did feel that she took too goddamned long to cum
sometimes. He hadn't been able to wait either time, and now he
regretted this, feeling that perhaps this had something to do with
the distant, remote way that his blonde wife had been behaving
toward him. Yet it seemed to be more serious than that. God
knew, in the years they'd been married it wasn't the first time
they'd made love and she hadn't cum!
In fact, Brint knew, because Fran told him later, that
there'd been one entire year when she'd never cum at all!
So what's she got to complain about now? he thought angrily,
surging on toward the quiet suburban street where he lived. Even
so, Brint decided that tonight he'd make it up to her. She was a
good kid, after all, and maybe he had been a bit hard on her,
teasing her about her desire to go back to work and all. Christ,
if he lost his job, they'd need a second paycheck!
The thought was staggering and depressing, and also reminded
Brint that as far as money was concerned he wasn't saving any by
feeding his younger brother, Morgan. Fran was right there too,
but Brint was too stubborn to tell her so. If she was against
Morgan, he was automatically for him, even though there was little
love felt between the two brothers. Brint had always felt that
his kid brother had been coddled so much by his parents that he
would never amount to anything. He took good things that happened
to him as his due, and never seemed to reflect about the
seriousness of life. Something Brint had had ample time to do
during the years he was at City College working his way through,
and then later at business school where he worked particularly
hard to make good, even though he didn't feel any particular
calling toward the business world. It made him feel good to
identify with the President. He, too, was a self-made man, and no
matter what, no one could ever take that away from him.
Especially not his punk kid of a brother! Maybe he'd tell Fran
tonight that she'd be getting rid of Morgan. Let the kid go stay
with Mom and Dad - God knows they deserve each other!
Then maybe I'll have a little peace at home, he thought,
reminding himself that it would be very pleasant indeed if, for
example, while Jeanie was asleep he and Fran could go at it in the
living room right on the sofa. They used to do this some years
before, but it was impossible now due to the presence of his
brother, Morgan, who always seemed to be around and under foot
even though Brint had thought him to be the sort who went out a
great deal. In fact, he'd envied the younger boy that, going out
with all those pretty girls he was probably in contact with all
the time. The stewardesses and airline sweeties. Yeah, Morgan
was sitting pretty right in the middle of all that fancy tail, and
all of it hot and ready too, Brint was willing to bet.
Brint himself had never found it terribly useful to chase
other women. It took up too much time for one thing, and the
girls always wanted something or other, and since he was willing
to give nothing at all his few sorties into that field were brief
and uneventful. Now the cynical young executive contented himself
with calling one of several girls whose phone numbers he had and
who for a fee would stop by his office or allow him to stop by
their apartments for five or ten minutes. But this only happened
about once a month at most, and Brint considered the money well
spent and to be, in a manner which he was able to make himself
understand, a favor to his wife. He wasn't getting involved with
other women the way most of the men he consorted with did, and
Fran was lucky to have him for a husband even though she would
never know why Brint thought so.
The powerful motor shutting off jolted Brint back to reality.
He was home and in the driveway. In a sense he regretted having
gotten home so quickly, for he'd been enjoying the daze of driving
and the pattern of his own thoughts. He never felt better than at
those moments when he was in his car. As the tall dark executive
got out of the car and closed the door after him, he wished that
he could take with him the feeling of invincibility that the car
gave him. Instead, he set his features in a contemptuous snarl
without even realizing that he was doing so. This was his
protection against the powers that existed beyond him.
* * *
"YES I TELL YOU I HEARD SOMETHING! IT'S BRINT! OH GOD, IT'S
BRINT COMING HOME!" Fran jumped up as best she could considering
the fact that she was covered by her brother-in-law and her
daughter's fervently writhing bodies, the two of them beginning
once again what each thought was over moments before. Still the
wondrous sparks of lust ricocheted between their naked,
incestuously attracted bodies, making them lose sight of anything
else but the fulfillment of the moment.
Fran got out from under them and ran to the window, her
firmly rounded white buttocks bouncing as she ran.
"GOD. YES!" she shrieked, "IT'S HIM IT'S HIM ... GET OUT!
GET OUT! HURRY!"
Jeanie was disappointed, having hoped for a more complete
surprise, but she slowly went toward the door of her mother's room
anyway. Morgan hurried past her, grabbing his clothes as he ran.
Jeanie did all she could to detain him, but the young uncle,
frightened by the prospect of seeing his brother under such
circumstances, pushed the little girl aside and ran out, heading
toward his room. Jeanie blew her mother a kiss and slipped out
herself, moving reluctantly toward her own room.
Downstairs the front door opened, closed, and Brint entered.
He was immediately surprised by the fact that no delicious cooking
odors were wafting from the kitchen, and that there was no one
about to meet him. Suspicious by nature and particularly edgy
because of his bad day, Brint looked around.
The first thing that the startled husband saw was that one of
the pillows of the sofa had fallen onto the floor. Absentmindedly
he went to pick it up, listening all along for the sound of
someone else in the house. Just as he saw the wet stains upon the
sleek material of the pillow, he thought he heard a noise upstairs
like the sound of a door closing.
FRAN! His wife's name exploding in his brain, Brint began to
take the steps two at a time. THAT BITCHING TWO-TIMING WHORE
FUCKING ON MY SOFA!
Brint burst into the bedroom and the door slammed against a
wall. Angrily he slammed it back. "FRAN, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?
I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!"
From the bathroom came the sound of water running, and Brint
raced to the door, flung it open, and headed for his nakedly
trembling wife where she stood under the shower, furiously trying
to scrub away the love scents she had accumulated throughout the
long illicit afternoon. The blonde wife's eyes rounded with
horror as she saw Brint coming toward her like a charging bull and
then felt his fingers closing around her arms, pinching, hurting
so hard that she knew that she'd have black and blue marks for
weeks. Absurdly, she thought about the photographs she was due to
take the next day. Would she even be alive the next day?
She was being shaken, carried bodily from the shower, harshly
thrown upon the bed where she bounced up and scrambled away only
to be tossed back upon the badly crumpled bed which the guilty
woman had only had time to smooth out in the most perfunctory
manner.
He knows ... oh Christ, he knows! she thought as she fended
off his blows, protesting, pleading with her irate husband.
"FUCKING WHILE I'M AT WORK! FUCKING!" he screamed down at
her nakedly cringing body. "WHAT ABOUT JEANIE? WHAT KIND OF A
MOTHER ARE YOU ANYWAY? DID SHE GET A GOOD LOOK AT HER MOTHER
SCREWING ON THE SOFA?"
"Ooooooh," Fran could only wail with the terrible burden of
the truth, which was a hundred times more dreadful than the awful
things of which she was being accused.
"Who was it? WHO? SOME CANDY-ASSED PHOTOGRAPHER, I'LL BET!
ONE OF YOUR OLD BOY FRIENDS!"
Fran sobbed. Was he so far from wrong? Wouldn't she have
given in to Giuliano tomorrow? Wouldn't she have wanted his warm
kisses and kind words? But instead she had received her own
husband's brother, felt his cock - God, she seemed to still feel
it - high in her quivering pussy! And she had joined her own
little girl in the most depraved enjoyment of sex, and she had
loved it, loved every minute of it!
"NEVER MIND! NEVER MIND!" the distraught blonde cried, "BEAT
ME, HIT ME, KILL ME IF YOU WANT! I DON'T CARE! I TELL YOU I
DON'T CARE!"
Brint stopped for a second, glaring down at the cowering
female before him. "Killing's too good for you!" he hissed. His
woman, his own wife betraying him, actually giving herself to
someone else. That same gorgeous golden cunt there between those
fabulous thighs ... they were his ... all his and they belonged to
nobody else! The very idea of another man even touching Fran was
enraging him more by the moment. He had to do something,
something to put his stamp upon this woman, to prove to her and to
him that she was his, that he would not tolerate unfaithfulness!
A wild look was in his eyes as the angry husband ripped off his
suit coat and his shirt and tie. Then he loosened his belt and
let his pants fall down. He peeled down his shorts and took off
his tight cotton undershirt. The calf-length black socks upon
which he insisted came off after the conservative brown shoes.
All the while, Fran watched him carefully, cautiously between
sobs, as though her life depended upon it. Then he spoke, barking
out a command to her that startled the young wife. Nevertheless,
she was in no position to refuse him and she did as her husband
asked.
Kneeling naked on all fours on the bed, the adulterous wife
cringed backwards.
"No ... no," she murmured fearfully.
"NO? What's the matter, had too much screwing already? That
little pussy can take more, can't it?"
"NO ... NO!" It was too awful, too humiliating!
"Well, that's okay too!" Brint said with a snarl, eyeing the
white pliant mounds of nether flesh that formed his wife's fully
presented buttocks. "There's more than one way to skin a cat!"
From her lewd position on the bed where her husband had
forced her, terror struck deep in Fran's bones. But didn't she
deserve whatever she got? Even if her husband was a disgusting
egomaniac, a cold, ungiving person and a selfish monster? Even
though all that was true, hadn't she done things that no woman
ought to ever consider, much less enjoy? Wasn't he right to want
to punish her? She thought she was going mad. Perhaps she was!
Didn't her wanton actions, even though she had been forced at the
beginning, indicate a wandering mind? How could she have made
passionate love with her own brother-in-law ... and later with her
own daughter? How could she have enjoyed it when she heard her
daughter, who was only ten years old, cumming blissfully beneath
the twenty year old's fucking, and while enjoying it cum herself
because of Morgan's fingers thrusting in her naked cunt?
Brint peered down at his wife's widespread pale-skinned
buttocks, knowing that what he would do would humiliate his
adulterous wife for a lifetime.
"SPREAD THOSE LEGS WIDER!" he commanded.
Brint positioned himself behind the kneeling blonde, his
thick heavy cock bulging with throbbing veins that stood out on
the sides of the hardened shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and
deliberately parted the helpless cheeks of Fran's full rounded
buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan,
and then with a perverse smile on his lips and reminding himself
of his great anger he bent forward and licked the small brown
opening of the trembling woman's tiny puckered anus.
"Nnnoooooonnnnnnggg!" Fran shuddered at the hideous wet
feeling back there in her nether crevice. It felt cold and
strange and she felt singularly uncomfortable. It seemed so
obscene that he should do such a thing to her ... it was crazy and
frightening and unsettling. Yet Fran felt completely at her
husband's mercy, not only because he was stronger than she, but
because she really did feel guilty and deep down inside she knew
that she deserved this from him. He was, after all, still her
husband, and she had made love with his own brother and sanctioned
her daughter's lewd actions.
"NNNNNNNGH!" Her husband's tongue flicking teasingly in the
crack of her widespread ass-cheeks sent chills running through the
repentant young blonde, and she felt ashamed and embarrassed and
oddly more naked than she had ever been before.
"Wider!" she heard him order gruffly, beginning to really
enjoy himself. Then an idea struck the leering husband, and he
looked hurriedly around. By chance he saw upon the floor just the
kind of thing he was looking for. Fran's hairbrush had fallen
near the bed earlier as she'd tried frantically to brush her hair
and then had given it up to run into the shower to cleanse herself
before her husband's arrival. Swiftly, Brint leaned down to pick
it up and returned to his position behind his wife's subserviently
kneeling figure.
Fran's beautiful long legs were spread so far apart that the
tormented woman could feel the pull on the tendons where her
thighs joined the tender area of her hair-fringed cunt. Suddenly
there was a sharp pain in her rectum, and the frightened housewife
realized with alarm that her husband was working something into
her back there! She didn't even know what it was! But it felt
thick and cold and Fran realized with horror that he was going to
try to push it all the way inside her virginal back passage!
Terrified, she tried to wriggle away from the intruding object,
but then she felt it beginning to turn in the deep rubbery channel
of her helplessly exposed rectum, sliding steadily inward and then
pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions.
"NNNNNNNNNN," the trapped blonde wife groaned piteously.
"Whatsa matter? This is your favorite brush, isn't it?" He
twisted the brush handle savagely, worming it upward into the
entrance of his wife's roundly stretched anus and letting it slide
within the fear-tensed walls.
"Nooooo oooohhh! HOW CAN YOU?" The pain was horrible, and
even worse was the very idea of what Brint was doing to her!
The horrified blonde tried to straighten her knees out so
that she could lie flat on the bed. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt so
much that way. She just had to get him to stop somehow! But her
determined and still furious husband pulled the frightened wife's
buttocks back into the air making her remain in the humiliating
kneeling position that made her rear passage wide open to his lewd
fondling with the plastic-handled hairbrush.
"DOESN'T IT FEEL GOOD?" he demanded. "DOESN'T IT FEEL GOOD
IN YOUR ASS! You little cunt, I'm going to fuck you with it in
that tight little ass of yours, the one you sit on all day except
when you're shaking it for some other cock!"
Fran's face reddened. Her blonde hair hung down in her eyes
and her mouth gaped open in pain. She felt so exposed, so
transparent. Never had she known anything like this feeling of
having her own hairbrush forced high into the constricting walls
of her anal passage. Oh God! she thought, what's happening to me?
What has happened to my life? Tears ran down her cheeks as she
tried to support herself on her elbows, but every now and then she
would pitch forward propelled by the worming, thrusting brush
handle.
"NOOOOOOO! BRINT, I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T!" Her
husband's obscene words still echoed in her ears, and the
frightened woman's body trembled uncontrollably. She knew that he
was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible, and while
the idea of death had seemed appealing before, the actual presence
of pain was terrifying.
"Aaaaaaaah!" The handle of the brush suddenly went in
further than it had before.
"Say you want it!" he commanded.
"WHAT?"
"Say you want me to do it!"
"I ... I ..."
"SAY, 'BRINT, FUCK ME UP THE ASS'. SAY, 'I'VE ALWAYS WANTED
YOU TO FUCK MY ASS GOOD'!"
The brush slid out abruptly with a small, ugly popping sound
and Fran's stretched rear passage felt relieved and strangely open
and empty. The disturbed and guilty blonde mother could feel her
husband's loins pressing up toward her naked buttocks and his
hands gripping her by the hips, pulling her entire lower half
toward him. Then with dread certainty Fran felt the hardness of
Brint's rampant cock running up and down the thin moist slit that
stretched from the soft open lips of her curl-covered pussy to the
base of her spine.
Oh Lord, let it be over soon, let it be over soon! she prayed
silently even as the frightened wife felt her husband's hands
slipping into the warm hair-fringed lips between her thighs, the
obscenely wriggling finger sliding wetly into the defensively
moistened slit of her cringing pussy.
"You're all wet ... what's that, cum up inside you?" His
voice was terrible to hear as he mouthed the words with a dull
vacant sound.
"OOOOOH!" Fran cried, shivering with horror as abruptly Brint
brought the twitching thickness of his cock up to the tiny opening
of her anus, letting the blunt end of it spread the softly
yielding crevice of her naked buttocks wide to admit it.
Sadistically the young executive began to rock back and forth,
push and rock, rock and push, working forward all the time, again
pulling his wife's helpless body back to him so that eventually
the smooth rubbery tip of his anger-engorged cock entered with a
small obscene sound into the tight elasticity of the fearful young
blonde's tightly resisting anal passage.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmff!" Fran writhed in helpless agony. The
unnatural entry brought a searing pain that radiated through her
brutally ravished buttocks, sending shafts of stabbing torment
driving throughout her nakedly trembling body.
"OH, YOU'VE GOT TO STOP! NOTHING IS WORTH THIS, NOTHING!"
But instead of complying, Brint pushed his hotly pulsing
penis head another few centimeters up into his protesting wife's
severely stretching anal passage. Listening to her cries, he told
himself that he had to go through with the whole thing now. He
had to feel his excitedly throbbing cock deep up inside Fran's
soft clenching ass-cheeks.
Already the pain-wracked blonde's rectum was contracting with
hard squeezes, trying to expulse the enormous bulk within her
virgin passage. But her frantic efforts were only serving to give
her furious husband an added excitement, a luxuriously tingling
sucking sensation all around his painfully swollen penis. He
could feel his desire-hardened cock sliding all the way forward
now, high up into the tight canal, unmercifully pushing the tiny
ridges of hidden flesh before it as it went. A gigantic shudder
traversed Fran's naked body and she fell forward breathlessly on
her face. She recalled bitterly the other evening when they had
made love, she and her husband, and he had given her such pleasure
in almost the same position. But this time it was different. It
was not the receptivity of her hidden pussy that he was capturing,
but the unwilling torture-wracked depths of her convulsing rectum.
Brint looked down at the incredible sight of his lust-swollen
cock grinding hotly in and out of his wife's private nether flesh.
It glistened dully and was a deep purplish color as it left the
desperately straining confines of her ravaged rectum. Warming to
his task, the young dark-haired executive let his hands roam
underneath Fran's softly quivering belly. Hungrily, his fingers
found the golden-haired mound of her cunt and with a swift
insinuating motion he spread the soft cushions of heated flesh
that formed her cuntal lips and slid his outstretched middle
finger into the helplessly exposed pussy and began tickling the
gentle folds of inner flesh.
"SAY YOU LIKE IT, WHORE!" he repeated tensely as unwanted
pleasure began to seep into the marrow of Fran's trembling
emotions stirring within her. She squealed weakly. A
deliberately teasing flick of her determined husband's middle
finger at the blonde's swollen clitoris made Fran jerk
uncontrollably and then his fingers were fucking up into her
openly flowering pussy, rising high and hard up into the softly
sucking folds.
"AAAAAAAH!" Pleasure flooded the tormented wife's passion-
tortured body from all sides and even her savagely ravished rectum
began to respond to Brint's now insanely churning cock in a
different way. With a gulp, batting back the tears, she began to
speak.
"OOOOOH! YES ... I ... YES, FUCK ME ... UP THE ASS! I ... I
... I'VE ALWAYS WANTED IT THERE!" she added, recalling his
directives. It was a great surprise how satisfying it felt to
hear herself saying this. The unwillingly aroused blonde's whole
body undulated and twitched lewdly now as her mouth gaped open and
her panting grew heavier and faster.
Yes, it was good to be fucked, to be hurt, to be punished in
the lewdest way possible for her sins. God, she deserved it,
every bit of it. How good it was to suffer!
The excited young wife danced obscenely back at her husband's
wildly lunging penis, her knees quaking and her heart in her mouth
as her warmly seeping pussy squirmed nakedly and shamelessly
around her husband's probing fingers.
Behind her, Brint felt unexpected tears coming into his eyes
as he fucked hard into his wife's nakedly splayed ass-cheeks while
toying with her desire-drenched pussy, easily bringing her to the
point of frenzied delight.
"YOU BITCH! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO IT?" he choked out,
maddened by his lust and his anger and his strong love for his
wife. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO IT?" he asked in a perplexed tone,
feeling all his emotions rising to his throat as he realized anew
that his wife had actually done what he's always thought was
impossible. She'd slept with another man!
But meanwhile Fran's tightly clutching anus was gripping his
ramrod-stiff cock spasmodically and crazily, and he knew that she
was cumming.
Teeth tightly clenched, Brint ground his lust-swollen
pistoning cock hard upward, his fingers impaling her flooding
pussy so that he could feel his own lustfully driving hardness
pounding into her from behind.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!" he cried, feeling his own white-hot male cum
suddenly spurting voluminously far up into the adulterous wife's
squirming rectum.
"OH SHIT BABY! OH CHRIST, I LOVED YOU, I LOVED YOU ALL
ALONG! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO IT?"
His cum was racing up into her anal passage with tremendous
speed as Fran arched her back and flexed her buttocks hard against
her husband's heavily invading length, tightening and opening her
climaxing pussy simultaneously.
"OH GOD BRINT ... GOD, I LOVE YOU TOO ... I DO ... I REALLY
DO!" She was descending into an all-enveloping cloud of
brilliantly explosive cumming. And she was being lifted, carried
away, all sins absolved. Somewhere, she and Brint knew each
other, still loved each other and climaxing was good. It was
great! She let it happen to her, let the magnificence of her body
heal her where she had thought no healing was possible. She felt
hard cock, warm cunt, slipping fingers and slapping flesh.
"FILL ME! FILL MEEEEEEEEE!" she mouthed as a fine spray of
froth formed at her lips. "MAKE ME CUM, MY DARLING ... OH, MAKE
ME CUMMMMMMMMM!"
Chapter 8
Entry Number 238, Log 3, Notes on Project X: June 13
Reconciliation number one activated despite slight change in
plans. Mother and Father now know that they love each other; even
though they are not speaking, this will be soon rectified.
Reconciliation number two successful. Uncle Morgan has been
awakened to new horizons. Personality development as well as
character should follow swiftly. Mother now knows that I am a
woman, too. Important psychologically for her as well as for me.
Family reconciliation number three: The neighbors have agreed to
let me have Wolf for the afternoon. This should bring everybody
around if my calculations are correct. Also interesting side
experiment regarding animal husbandry.
Little Jeanie had often watched Wolf on her way to school and
coming home. And Wolf had often watched the little girl. In
fact, the big German Shepherd found Jeanie delightful in many
respects. As a human being she seemed abnormally intelligent, and
as a female she smelled wonderful. It was summer time and all his
senses were alert for the female odor, even though he was
frequently kept penned in the yard. Jeanie often looked out her
window down into his pen, and once she had seen a female dog
wander by, and had seen the two animals mating right through the
holes of the grill fence of Wolf's pen.
Now, as Jeanie slipped down the stairs and out the back door,
she first checked with the neighbor, a sullen beer-drinking, TV-
watching fellow home from work on the weekend who couldn't care
less if Jeanie took the animal for a walk.
"Sure, Jeanie!" Mr. Greer said. "Have a nice walk. Wolf
will protect you if anybody bothers you."
"Gee, thanks, Mr. Greer!" Jeanie gleefully went to the
animal's pen and opened the lock, letting a grateful Wolf outside
into the freedom of the day.
"Come on, Wolf, nice boy!" Little Jeanie led the
appreciative German Shepherd through the back yard and into her
house. After ascertaining everyone's whereabouts - Mother
upstairs nursing her crying jag in the bedroom, Uncle Morgan in
his room sulking and trying to decide whether to pack and leave or
to stay and find out what would happen next, Daddy in the living
room watching the baseball game on TV - Jeanie decided to set
herself up in the basement. Already her naked limbs shivered as
she descended the stairway quietly, Wolf following close behind.
She could feel his cold nose exploring and touching her legs
whenever he could. She wasn't wearing any panties. Certainly
what she was planning was nothing new, she told herself to renew
her confidence. She had read about and even seen pictures of such
things. Some of them she'd found in what her father thought was
his secret hiding place, under a bunch of magazines in the bottom
drawer of his desk. On investigation Jeanie had found that the
magazines became progressively more and more lewd as she went
through the pile. They started off with Man's Adventure, True
Male Stories, and the like, and then turned into more daring
photographic leaflets involving unclothed girls. Then at the very
bottom, wrapped in a plain paper bag, she found several small thin
books, one of them about a German Shepherd much like Wolf. It was
then that Jeanie had first gotten the spark of an idea that such a
performance might be of more than unusual interest to her moody
father.
Well, now she would find out for sure. Something was bound
to happen, no matter what. At the very bottom of the steps she
looked up to make sure the door had remained open, and then with
Wolf anxiously whimpering behind her, she passed the washer and
dryer and went to the old foam rubber mattress with its corduroy
cover that had been relegated to the basement.
"Come on Wolf, good boy!" Jeanie's voice betrayed an
underlying nervousness even as she positioned herself upon the
mattress. Beforehand, however, the ten year old turned on the
portable radio which was always kept on a shelf over the couch.
Jeanie's mother often played it when she was downstairs doing the
laundry. She found a rock station as Wolf, head over heels in
love, nuzzled the upper regions of the little girl's legs and
slender thighs.
Then Jeanie knelt upon the low mattress calling out soft
encouraging words to her animal friend. Her short dress fell
forward in folds around her waist as her naked buttocks and
thighs, white and looking pure as snow, presented themselves
lewdly to the amazed animal. Cradling her blonde head in her
arms, she held her breath fearfully and waited. What wouldn't she
do for her own personal pursuit of science and knowledge ... what
wouldn't she do for love?
She could feel the strange wetness of the furry animal's nose
now nuzzling directly into the moist pink slit of her presented
pussy. "Ooooooh!" she jumped at the contact, but forced herself
to remain as she was. Behind her Wolf growled a bit, and suddenly
the long lash of his tongue swept out and penetrated within the
soft folds of the little girl's trembling cunt.
"OH!" Jeanie tried to relax, but it was difficult under the
circumstances. Again and again now little snarls of lust came
from the nervously whining animal, who began to turn and sit, turn
and sit behind her, returning each time to the powerful attraction
of the little blonde's openly presented pussy.
Then a long wet rough tongue swept again and again against
the delicate female tissues of Jeanie's ten year old pussy, and
she began to tremble with excitement. It was beginning to feel
good. God, his big tongue felt wonderful back there!
When she was sure it was going to happen, that it had to
happen any moment now, she began to call.
"DADDY! OH DADDY, COME, COME RIGHT AWAY, DADDY!"
Upstairs in the living room, his bloodshot eyes barely
focusing upon the baseball game, it took Brint some while before
he realized that his daughter was calling him.
The disturbed husband had been in a daze since the terrible
revelation that his wife had been unfaithful to him, and the awful
aftermath during which he had shamefully sodomized her had done
nothing to alleviate his pain or to help him know what he ought to
do now. His brain swam with thoughts of divorce, of murder, of
reconciliation. Fran had not left her room all morning, and he
himself had left her crying in bed during the night long after
their brutal love-making. He'd slept badly on the same sofa which
he imagined to be the scene of his wife's indiscretion moments
before his return from work. And now he sat, unshaven and
disgruntled, more depressed and somehow lost than he'd ever been
in his entire life.
"What does that goddamned kid want!" he muttered aloud when
he finally realized that Jeanie was calling to him. "When the
hell's she going to camp, anyway?" But then Brint had a tender
moment for Jeanie. How would she take the news that her mother
and father were splitting up? How would Brint himself feel if he
knew he wasn't going to be able to see his wife or his daughter
whenever he wanted to?
The distressed father shuffled toward the sound of Jeanie's
voice, but his mind was on his wife upstairs. What if he went up
there and apologized to her? Heaven knew he wasn't the one who
ought to be apologizing, but what if he did? He couldn't remember
ever having done such a thing in their entire marriage ... but
perhaps something like that would be necessary to make things all
right between them again, something drastic! He felt an
unmistakable surge of lust as he remembered the feel of Fran's
tightening anal muscles around his cock the night before, and how
she had liked it at the end. God, how she'd liked it! Maybe he
should go up there and ... and maybe they could do other things,
too, things which they'd never tried before and of which he'd
always been sure Fran would disapprove.
Then he was standing at the top of the cellar steps, looking
down. He couldn't see anything, and he was slightly annoyed.
Brint had a raging erection caused by thoughts of an erotic
reconciliation with his wife, and he was anxious to see whether he
would or would not go upstairs to see her.
"What the hell is it, Jeanie? What do you want?" he called
down into the cellar.
"Would you get Mom, Daddy?" she asked. "There's something I
want to show you ... to talk to both of you about!" she called
back.
"Don't be silly, Jeanie ..."
"It's important, Daddy! Our whole family life could depend
upon it!" she cried anxiously. "Please, Daddy ... do it for my
sake!"
Brint remembered the image of his wife and daughter far from
him, of himself trying to lead a bachelor's life after all this
time. It was a lonely, horrible prospect. Perhaps if he could
get Fran to come down now it was the perfect excuse ... Jeanie had
said it was important. Yes, he'd try it!
"OKAY JEANIE ... I'LL GET HER!" he yelled down, and as he
turned the young father thought he heard an animal-like sound
coming from where his daughter was, but he thought it was probably
his imagination. He hurried up the stairs to get Fran.
* * *
Fran hung up the phone. It had taken quite an effort to
sound cheery and natural while talking to Giuliano, but she'd done
it. She'd put off their appointment until the following week and
then collapsed into bed again, her filmy negligee covering but not
hiding her voluptuously disturbed body.
God, what was going on inside her? Fran hadn't been able to
stop the trembling of her thighs, the tingling deep within her
since her husband had left her sobbing and wracked with both pain
and pleasure the night before.
The whole series of licentious events seemed to have had some
sort of permanent effect upon her, and as disturbed as her mental
processes were, the blonde housewife couldn't help letting her
fingers wander down to touch the tender hair-lined slit of her
awakened cunt from time to time. Each time she touched herself
there an explosion of fantasies leapt into her head and she seemed
to feel Morgan's touch again ... yes, her brother-in-law's and
even her daughter, Jeanie's, and then Brint's too! It was
terrible! Fran was just about to succumb to the desire to slip
her fingers into her own moistly pulsating cunt again when Brint
knocked on the door.
"It's me, Fran ... can I come in?"
Hesitantly Fran answered, "Yes ... yes, Brint, come in." Her
heart was pounding. Would he be able to see how excited she was?
Would he know that she was longing to be taken, to be fucked hard
right then and there? Despite everything, all their differences
and all of her odd transgressions, all the young wife could think
of was fulfilling the desire which bounded her naked loins beneath
her filmy gown.
When he told Fran that Jeanie had asked them both to come
downstairs, Fran rose immediately. Whatever it was, she knew it
would be important. She was frightened about what her daughter's
request might mean, yet the resigned mother knew that there was
probably no way to avoid whatever Jeanie had her mind set on.
Together, husband and wife descended the stairs and then together
they paused at the top of the cellar steps before going down. The
strange sounds were disquieting to say the least, but Fran led the
way and within seconds the startled parents were on the bottom
step looking at the most salacious sight imaginable.
Good God! What was happening to Jeanie? While her mother
and father watched she was on her knees between the giant German
Shepherd's open legs and the anxious, excited dog was mounting the
spread mounds of her firm young buttocks, furry paws wrapping
around her slender waist as if the beautiful young girl were a
bitch in heat. Both Fran and Brint could see the animal's
glistening, scarlet dog-cock slipping from its huge sheath,
dripping freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as the
animal hunched in close to the nakedly offered loins, endeavoring
to bury the pink lean tip and the thickening shaft into the little
girl's visibly moist pussy!
"JEANIE!" Both Fran and Brint dashed forward in unison, but
the sound of the little girl's voice stopped them dead in their
tracks.
"NO! DON'T STOP HIM ... DON'T DO ANYTHING. CAN'T YOU SEE I
WANT IT TO HAPPEN?"
The stunned parents, each in a state of shock over other
events that had taken place in their lives, responded and obeyed
their daughter's command almost as though they had been hypnotized
by their need for guidance, their need for someone to tell them
what to do when there was chaos clamoring around them.
Little Jeanie felt her taut belly constricting while she
knelt in a fearful, half-mesmerized daze herself. She sensed Wolf
mounting her, his soft furry body crowding in toward her trembling
white child's buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips
powerfully. The dog's beautiful tongue had rekindled the wild
sensation in her young, already violated loins, a sensation the
little girl had first felt with her Uncle Morgan. Now, even more
so than with her father's brother, she found herself sobbing as
she looked back at the dog, shifting her quaking round ass-cheeks
in an effort to try and capture the lengthening animal cock. How
she wanted the long slippery organ inside her, had to have it
inside her to quell the insane tingling spasms that were
continually increasing within her flaring young pussy.
Now she reached back between her widespread thighs, aware of
her stunned mother and father close by watching as she grasped the
wet shaft and caused the stimulated Wolf to half-growl, half-
whimper while the little girl tried to place the pointed tip of
his cock at the tiny mouth of her passion-flushed, moist vaginal
opening.
Immediately the great animal thrust and Jeanie screamed with
mind-shattered delight.
"Aaaaaaaahh!" the impaling length of animal flesh slid into
her welcoming pussy and the animal growled fiercely while his
hairy forepaws clutched possessively at her tiny waist, thrusting,
thrusting and spreading the young girl's vaginal passage open
wider and wider as he hammered his long animal cock deep up inside
her tight, pulsing channel.
Fran turned to see her husband watching in lascivious
fascination, gawking in amazed lust as the thick scarlet canine
shaft slithered forward with a wet charge deep into his own
daughter's cunt, the dog's hairy black balls swinging beneath
Jeanie's damp, almost hairless cunt. The disturbed father was
watching the animal bucking frenziedly at his willing young
daughter's lovely trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her
onto the last remaining inches of his still growing and glistening
cock.
Heaven help us all! Fran thought, groaning inwardly. This
sight of her daughter being fucked by an animal was debasing them
beyond all reason. But then the very helplessness of their
situation, the obscene incidents that had been plaguing them as a
family, set something else off within her. The sight of her
daughter and the very idea of all the things she had done so far
began to luridly excite her, causing a sudden renewal of the
hunger in her loins to agitate her, and a low exotic moan broke
from the young wife and mother's lips. Her eyes implored Brint,
and she could tell that even though he didn't understand what was
happening or why, he wanted her too!
Subconsciously a fire stormed through her and she pushed
herself up against her husband, wildly undulating her near-naked
hips and loins against him, feeling his hand wrap around her to
squeeze at her buttocks beneath the thin material of her gown to
push his rock-hard cock forward, grinding it into the split formed
by his wife's trembling thighs.
"Take me ... take me, Brint ... right now!" she whispered to
him lewdly. "Jeanie wants us to ... Jeanie wants us to be ...
happy!"
"CHRIST!" Brint spat out. "Jesus Christ!"
She felt her husband pushing her down, down to the ground.
She knelt before him in an instant, feeling him fumbling with the
zipper of his pants, then understanding reaching her, she helped
him to free the lewd bobbing thickness of his cock to her eyes.
It grazed warmly against her face.
Oh, I love it, she thought, how I love him!
* * *
Morgan tiptoed down the stairs, his bag in his hand. The
young man was just about to go out the door when he spotted the
cellar door open and heard the very strange sounds emanating from
down there. Curious, he moved to find out what it was all about.
He had finally decided to leave his brother's house - the forces
at work here were really too much for him to understand. For the
first time, Morgan Cooper felt that he had bitten off more than he
could chew. How did one cope with an insatiable ten year old who
sets you up to sleep with her mother, your own sister-in-law? He
had once thought himself lacking in principals, but now he
wondered if after all he didn't have quite a few of the normal
moralistic attitudes that he'd so often mocked in others.
Whatever his decision might have been in this regard, it was
forever changed by the sight of what was taking place in the
basement of the Cooper household. And Morgan Cooper knew that he
would never be able to leave until he too had established his mark
as an integrated member of the family, whatever that might entail.
Morgan could see his wildly back-thrusting little niece,
captivated completely by the furiously fucking dog as he continued
to fuck, pistoning into the trembling softness of her willingly
upheld buttocks. Moans of bliss came from Jeanie's lust-slackened
lips as the hairy forelegs clung to her soft white rotating hips.
In the foreground, his brother and sister-in-law, who had
carried on so the evening before that their noises had almost
shaken the house and had certainly given every reason to believe
that they never wanted to have anything to do with each other
again, now were linked together in an obscene position that made
Morgan understand that Jeanie had worked her lewd magic again.
Brint smiled down at his wife while she stroked his cock
slowly, lewdly moving the thick foreskin up and down over the
blunt head. Smoothly his big hand slipped beneath his wife's
wealth of long blonde hair, easing behind her neck and head. He
was drawing her face downward, the bulbous knob of his cockhead
seeping a small drop of clear liquid from the moist split at its
tip.
In his ears, Brint could hear his daughter's love moans. It
was all fitting into place, wasn't it? None of them were meant
for the average normal life ... why had he always pushed himself
toward it? Why hadn't he ever let Fran know how much, how
desperately he loved her and always had?
"Lick it, honey," he whispered. "Lick it like a lollipop.
Hurry ... then I'll fuck you with it!"
Abruptly, a maddening excitement and desire welled up inside
of Fran and she felt her husband writhe and heard him groan as she
drew back the foreskin from his feverishly hard cock and then
lowered her beautiful face as if magnetized by the wonder of his
penis. She sucked in her breath and flicked out her pink pointed
tongue to bring it into warm contact with the soft rubbery tip.
Then she swirled it around slowly, wetly, experimentally, while he
twisted and jerked beneath her, taunting until her tongue tip
finally found the little split at its end and wiggled into it.
Brint looked up to see his younger brother approaching, stark
naked, his clothes trailing on the steps behind him.
"Christ, you too?" he said, but then he realized he didn't
really give a shit, not so long as Fran was his and Jeanie was his
and they loved him and wanted him around. He could see that
Morgan's cock was hard and ready, and as the younger man
approached the kneeling Fran, Brint realized for the first time
that his wife had not been mating with a stranger the day before;
she had been with his own brother! In his distorted vision of his
new thinking, this seemed better, far better than what he had
originally thought.
"You've been fucking him before, haven't you?" he asked Fran
gently, while she tasted the pungent tang of the droplets of his
seminal fluid.
Her head nodded yes, as she realized that someone was behind
her, lifting her gown. That someone could only be Morgan, her
husband's younger brother. Then she felt his cock slipping
thrillingly into the revealed lips of her already seeping cunt,
and he was squatting behind her, pushing up into her desire-
drenched pussy. She lowered her wanting lips slowly onto her
husband's rigid cock, her spirits soaring at the dual entry, one
thick hard penis in her clasping cunt, the other, her husband's,
in her open mouth. She encompassed the spongy head between her
lips, rubbing the full length of her tongue down along Brint's
rock-hard penis, going as far as her ovalled mouth would reach
over it as his brother's cock rose as high as it could within the
secret confines of the young wife's hair-lined cunt.
Above her, Brint grunted with pleasure and began to roll his
strong hips, sliding his thick lecherous cock in and out of his
wife's willing mouth with a wet sucking sound, knowing that she
was being royally fucked at the same time by his brother behind
her and that his little daughter was still groaning lustfully
beside him and in full sight of all of them on the mattress, her
tender naked body covered and penetrated by that of a dog! With
one hand he entangled his fingers in her long blonde hair, as with
his other he felt the puffing of her cheeks beneath him and her
head bobbing lewdly on the end of his thrusting cock while her
whole supple satiny body quivered with the powerful jolts of his
brother's plunging cock smashing into her sweet tender young cunt
from behind.
Christ! This was fantastic! What he seemed now to have been
waiting for all his life!
Fran's brain reeled ecstatically and her body was alive with
sheer sensual bliss while she sucked and tasted wantonly at the
ever-expanding cock in her mouth. Then she thought of it
ejaculating, and suddenly she wanted something else and wanted it
right away.
Her lips left the glistening wet shaft of her husband's penis
as she lifted her mouth to place her request, and willingly and
swiftly the two brothers complied.
They were turning her over, taking off her thin gown, placing
her near the low mattress on which Jeanie and Wolf struggled in
ecstatic bestiality. Then finally they had done it, both naked
now, both hard male bodies touching hers, pressing her, making her
more woman than she'd ever been before.
"AAAAAH! God, yes!" she cried. "I can feel both of your
cocks beautifully hard inside me! Faster ... faster, damn you,
faster and harder! Oh yes, yes, fuck me harder, harder!"
She lay on her side between them, her legs intertwined as the
two brothers took her, one from the front and one from behind.
Her husband penetrated the depths of her willingly wide-held
rectum while his brother in front of her arched his ever-
thickening cock up into the tight cavern of her quivering hot
pussy.
The thought of having the two men making love to her at once
was driving her toward a whirlwind of cyclonic lust. It seemed to
go on forever, and yet she wanted to go on and on and never stop.
The freedom, the mounting erotic bliss of it, the hands, two
brothers' hands clutching and gripping at her, making her know
that she was loved and desired as she'd never known it before.
She was completely and helplessly impaled from above and below,
her brain reeling. Nothing mattered but the tremendous sensation
of subliminal ecstasy about to explode within her.
As little Jeanie looked and saw what was happening to her
mother and how happy her father and Uncle Morgan looked, she felt
a sudden tensing of her loins. She could feel the stiffly
pistoning dog's cock behind her begin a new motion.
"OH MOMMY, DADDY, UNCLE MORGAN! IT'S HAPPENING! OOOHHHHH!"
The engrossed trio managed to watch as their own fiery lusts
continued in the groveling slippery sex-thrusts that joined them
in love. From different positions on the floor beside her, they
saw little Jeanie's mouth gasp open in a choking scream as she
began to toss her head from side to side wildly, her long golden-
blonde hair flailing and whipping about her shoulders. She was
beginning the paroxysm of orgasm as her mother and father and
uncle watched and saw their precious child and niece screwing her
naked buttocks back salaciously against the dog like a rutting
bitch. The huge animal's tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he
fucked into the high-waving child's buttocks from behind. Again
Jeanie cried out and rammed back against the animal deliriously,
just as he jerked forward and his stiff cock began the spurting of
his sperm deep into the little girl's clasping, milking cunt.
Jeanie's white rounded buttocks began contracting, hollowing and
tensing, indicating the climatic upheaval within her quaking belly
as she came against the pulsing cock within her convulsing cuntal
walls. Wolf whined and called out his own pleasure while she felt
his hairy body brushing against her naked buttocks and moaned out
the last palpitating spasms of her excitement. She fell forward
exhausted, just in time to hear her mother's first climax as she
felt the two rising cocks within her belly and rectum thrusting
upward with all their might.
"NOOOOOWWWWWWWW! YES, IT'S HERE! NOWWWWWWW, OH GOD, THE TWO
OF YOU!"
Jeanie smiled to herself at the sound of her mother's
contented voice, and she felt exhausted as the immediately
deflated cock of the powerful Wolf slipped from her ravaged
passage. She felt the dog step over her prostrate outstretched
body and go to curl up on the cooler floor, exhausted himself by
the little girl's love-making.
Even though she was very tired, Jeanie raised her hands and
slipped her dress off over her head. Then she stepped forward to
where her father and mother and uncle lay writhing upon the floor.
"Why don't we all go up on the bed?" she suggested amicably.
But her eyes were on her father, and as he returned her gaze, she
saw him gently unwind himself from her mother and her uncle and
reach for her as she pulled him backward against her nakedness
onto the mattress.
"Hey, Mom ..." Jeanie called as she felt her father's kisses
hot upon her tiny breasts and could already feel the nuzzling of
his cock into the still wet split of her tight little cunt. "Come
on ... you too, Morgan ... let's make a Daddy sandwich!"
"I'm for that!" Brint grunted, just as he felt the heavenly
sensation of his little girl's tender palpitating pussy wrapping
around his up-worming cock.
"OH GOD, I'M FOR THAT!" he added unnecessarily.
Epilogue
Final Entry Number 250, Log 3, Notes on Project X: July 23 -
Family reconciliations one, two, and three completed. Daddy has
quit his job to become a writer. Morgan has entered an executive
training program in the city. Mother is modeling again, but at
night we continue experiments of this project. I feel it
unnecessary to add any further comments at this time however,
other than a self-congratulatory note on the absolute success of
this project. We must go on from here!
The End
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