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Family Sandwich
by Anonymous Author (1995)
First published by TheEditor
***
A husband takes his whole family down a path none of
them ever thought they would go. (MMFmf, ped, 1st,
family-inc, beast, orgy)
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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 surly, 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 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 bed sheet 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 up-thrust
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.
"Mmmm..Noooo!" 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 been 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!" 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 up-thrusting
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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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