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A Family Sandwich
Chapter 1
"Well, I hope he's not planning on staying forever!" Fran
said, her lips pursing in a half-pout. The attractive 29 year old
housewife was looking in her dressing table mirror, brushing her
hair before going to bed. Her long blonde curls shone
magnificently. Fran was proud that she had kept her looks and her
figure so well since her erstwhile career as a model in New York.
She hadn't modeled for very long, but she had been popular and all
the photographers as well as the agency she'd been with had
assured her that she had a splendid future in the business.
Fran had given it all up for Brint Cooper, however, a fact
that she was beginning to regret more and more, especially
recently. And now that Brint's unemployed brother was coming to
live with them - heaven knew for how long - Fran was beginning to
feel more trapped than ever.
She brushed furiously, letting the electricity the brush
created snap and crackle around her head, her eyes reflecting the
frustration and anger she felt at the course her life was taking.
It had to happen now, too ... just when their daughter Jeanie was
getting old enough to require less parental attention from Fran
... just when Fran was beginning to feel that she could breathe
again. She'd been considering getting a job, something glamorous
which would require her to go into New York fairly often,
something which would allow her to escape from the dull Queens
community of bored housewives and uninteresting husbands.
Now, of course, all her plans were ruined. There'd be
another mouth to feed, more meals to cook ... and men were
helpless in the kitchen, or at least she'd never met one who
wasn't. Fran knew for a fact that Brint's younger brother was a
spoiled brat, even though he was 20 years old by now, and she knew
that he would expect to be waited on hand and foot, just as her
husband himself did!
"Damn!" she cursed under her breath, feeling annoyed because
she felt that Brint hadn't even heard her. He was in the bathroom
running the water, brushing his teeth probably, and what did he
care what she thought anyway? She banged the brush down on the
table top and brusquely moved her chair back, all noises which she
subconsciously hoped would reach her husband's ears.
Standing up, Fran took in the image of herself in the lovely
long satin nightgown which she'd bought herself in Bonwit's during
a secret shopping trip she'd made into the city. It was creamy
beige and showed every single curve she had, including the soft
uplift of her well-shaped, rounded breasts with their tiny nipples
protruding saucily and, when she turned around, the soft dimpling
of her lightly quivering buttocks, smooth yet pleasantly supple.
Yes ... it was still a very, very good figure, she reminded
herself once more, even if the only person who got to appreciate
it these days was her husband Brint! Instinctively, Fran struck a
pose for her own benefit, remembering the cooing encouragement of
the long-gone photographers. One of them especially would say
such wicked things to her, things that made her respond exactly
the way he wanted her to, and the pictures had turned out to be
the best she'd ever taken. She still had them in her old
portfolio and from time to time she took them out and looked at
them. Sometimes, too, she would even think about the time that
same photographer - Giuliano was his name - had gone farther than
usual ... much farther ... and they had made long and passionate
love right there on the floor amidst the tripods and the lights
and the photo paper. God, it had been wonderful!
Fran still felt a twinge of guilt about it, even though
thinking about it excited and pleased her so much that she could
go through a whole day without getting depressed about the present
boredom of her life. After all, she told herself, she had no
reason to feel guilty. She'd been single at the time, even though
she was already going out with Brint ... Brint who was hounding
her and pestering her to give up modeling!
"What's that for?" Brint said, coming out of the bathroom and
into the large, comfortably furnished bedroom. He'd been looking
at his wife's outrageous stance for some moments before speaking,
and he felt he had to say something that would let her know just
how ridiculous he thought she looked.
Fran jumped at the sound of her husband's voice and turned to
face him defensively. "Can't you make some noise when you enter
the room?" she asked. "I'm entitled to some privacy, you know ...
I'm a person too." She was going to say more, but thought better
of it at the moment. Nevertheless, Brint saw that she was in the
mood for a fight, and coincidentally, he felt in the mood for one
too. He'd heard her slamming things around in the bedroom, and
the telltale signs of her anger had not been lost on him. He
hadn't been married to Fran for over eleven years without
beginning to understand some things about her anyway, even if many
of those things were purely surface manifestations.
"Anybody who goes around striking idiotic poses in front of a
mirror needs privacy!" he replied. "If you only knew what you
looked like, you wouldn't do it!"
Fran's patrician, almost perfect features became transformed
by her sudden rage. "I can see perfectly well what I look like!"
she replied.
"Oh yeah ..." Brint scoffed, moving over to the bed, wearing
only his pajama bottoms, his dark hair-covered chest bare as were
his feet. His teeth were clean, and he felt at peace with
himself, ready for a good fight.
"And for your information some of the world's best
photographers have liked what they've seen ... and if I were still
working, I'd make more money in a day than you do in a week!" Fran
picked up the brush again and brandished it dramatically.
Brint slipped under the covers, his face composed in the most
insolent expression he could manage. "Working at what? Screwing?
I know those 'world's best photographers' - just the world's
horniest cocks, if you ask me. I'll bet you miss it!"
"How dare you ... how dare you even dare say something like
that!" Fran sputtered, thoroughly enraged, groping for a reply
that would wipe that expression from Brint's handsome, even-
featured face. "Besides, what about you ... you and that ... that
whore you used to go out with! The bleached blonde with the bad
legs. Besides, you might be wishing I were still working, since
we're going to have your brother living with us! He eats like a
horse, judging from the last time he came to dinner. I couldn't
believe my eyes!"
Brint's face colored, the combined effect of Fran's insults
to his old girl friend and his brother sending him into a near
fury. It had all been very controlled up to now, and he'd been
enjoying himself. Now, it was no longer a question of enjoying
himself by getting Fran's goat ... he was legitimately angry with
her.
The cords in his neck tensed as he spat out his reply. "You
bitch! That whore I was going out with had better legs than you
do ... plus she was a better piece of ass than you are!"
"Then why didn't you marry her? I'm sure we'd both be much
happier! Why don't you look her up right now ... I'm sure she's
working in the nearest whorehouse somewhere!"
Fran hastily began backing up as Brint jumped out of bed.
She saw that she'd really gone too far, and regretted having
brought the whole thing to this point. When her husband lost his
temper she was really afraid of him, and she could see that he
wanted to kill her now. He came toward her with his fists
clenched, and Fran backed steadily toward the far wall.
"Let me alone ... let me alone, Brint!" she warned.
"You little cunt! You couldn't even get a job now if you
wanted to - 29's about retirement time in the modeling business,
ain't it?" He grinned evilly, certain that his reference to his
wife's age had sufficiently wounded her to get even. He was
right. He could see her crumbling inside as she backed against
the wall, and he felt a moment of triumph. That would teach her
to mess with him! An inexplicable surge of excitement, similar to
what hunters must feel when they've made their kill, coursed
through his body, and he realized that he had a huge throbbing
erection. And he knew just what he wanted to do about it!
Fran sobbed, but refused to be cowed. She kept looking at
her husband warily, but through tear-filled eyes. How she hated
him! How she hated his guts! To think that she had stayed with
him all these years ... borne his child, served him meals, taken
care of him when he was sick, given him encouragement when he was
having business problems ... and all for what? So he could talk
to her like this ... humiliate her like this!
"Come here!" Brint growled. He let his eyes fall upon the
open cleavage of his wife's nightgown. The creamy white curves of
her naked breasts showed clearly, and he longed to touch them, to
feel their soft firmness in his hands, to suck upon his wife's
throbbing little nipples. She never failed to excite him,
although for some reason he tried to keep this secret from her.
He would take her surlily, brusquely, almost as though he didn't
care, as if he didn't even like her sometimes ... when in reality
he felt almost addicted to her great beauty, controlled by it in
such a way, that he never wanted her to know it.
"No!" she replied. The disturbed young blonde could see the
look in his eye, and the knowledge that he wanted her sent a
sudden thrill racing through her. She felt a trifle stronger with
the recognition that he was attracted to her, and she straightened
up a bit as her young husband growled:
"Then take that nightgown off. What you need is a good fuck
- that'll shut you up. That's what most women need!"
"That's what you think!" she replied testily. "For all you
know about women!"
"Oh ... I know a thing or two," Brint replied. He hated it
when she implied that there might be something he didn't
understand about women ... something secret, impenetrable. It
made him feel insecure, and when he was insecure he was at his
nastiest.
He reached out for her and let his two hands plunder the
softly yielding flesh of her breasts, sharply pulling down the
straps of her satin gown so that she was naked to his fervent
touching, his lascivious gaze. In spite of herself, Fran could
feel the hot sparks of lust tracing from his fingers on the heated
silk surfaces of her breasts to every part of her trembling body.
She could feel her gown slipping all the way down and off, and
temporarily willing to give up the fight she stepped out of it and
stood completely naked, a pale-skinned goddess before him. She
wanted to wield this power over him, to feel him ache with desire
for her, to know that she was still beautiful ... that other men
would think so too, even though she might not want to be
unfaithful to her husband.
Take me, she thought, take me and none of this will matter
... Love me!
"Come ..." Gruffly, Brint led her to the bed and hurriedly
untied his pajama string. His pants fell to the ground, revealing
the heavy-veined hardness of his cock jutting straight out,
quivering with anticipation.
Fran lay down on the bed seductively, waiting to feel Brint's
hard throbbing masculine cock ... soon it would insinuate itself
into her warm, waiting vaginal slit!
* * *
The little blonde girl padded barefoot down the hall. She'd
often listened at the door of her parents' bedroom while they
quarreled, but tonight she sensed with a feeling of impending
excitement that something different was going to happen. With her
unusually analytical brain, ten year old Jeanie had already
decided as she sat with her ear to the door that her mother and
father were in pretty bad shape ... psychologically at least.
"Boy, do they need help!" she'd whispered to herself under her
breath, and she'd put her ear back at the door to listen some
more.
Jeanie went to a special school for "bright" children,
although she herself insisted it was ridiculous to send her to
such a place since she could do the same work herself at home
easily. She intended to be a psychiatrist when she grew up, a
state that Jeanie calculated she would reach in another two or
three years. She carefully kept this from her parents though,
since she didn't want them to suspect that she would be leaving
home at that early age. It would be unfortunate if they tried to
spoil her plans.
Now, as the sounds of shouting subsided, Jeanie pressed her
ear still tighter against the door. There was one area in which
Jeanie felt her education was sadly lacking, and her very fine
instincts told her that if she listened carefully she might
supplement her sketchy knowledge that very evening. Her father's
voice drifted easily through the door of the frame house in which
Jeanie had lived all her life, and the ten year old giggled
inwardly as she heard him bellow out, "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU WITHIN
AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE! NOW YOU SPREAD THOSE LEGS WIDE SO THAT I
CAN GET MY COCK INTO THAT SNOOTY LITTLE CUNT OF YOURS!"
Inside the bedroom, never suspecting that her little daughter
was outside the door listening intently to her intimate cries,
Fran cringed. It was going to be one of those nights. Brint was
in a terrible mood and nothing she could do would snap him out of
it at this point. So unlike Giuliano ... Giuliano with the soft
purring voice and the soothing hands, she thought.
Brint thought he was going to be in pretty rough shape if he
didn't soon cram his heavily aching cock high up into his wife's
tight little belly. Christ, she was gorgeous just lying there
like that! Those tits of hers sticking straight up in the air
were so tempting that he wanted to bite the goddamned tips off!
And that silken cream-white skin and those angelic features of
hers ... what a face ... and what a body! It drove him crazy to
think that she'd ever made love with another man, and he intended
to make certain now that she stayed his ... his woman ... his
property!
Brint lay down roughly on top of his wife's nakedly exposed
body, his lust-hardened cock nudging against the softness of her
flat white belly, pushing into it so that she cried out in
momentary pain.
"Brint ... can't you be gentle ... can't you?"
"You got to let me do it the way I got to do it!" Brint
replied. He hated suggestions. Any indication that she wanted
him to do something other than what he was doing made him feel
insecure and angry. His voice was strained and heavy with desire
for his voluptuous blonde wife who trembled beneath him, afraid
now to get her hopes up about just what this sexual encounter
would bring her in the way of actual pleasure.
Abruptly, Brint's hands found their way to her firm full
breasts again, fondling and squeezing the ripely swelling mounds
as he ground his tensed body nakedly against hers.
"Come on, baby ... come on! Loosen up!" he breathed into his
wife's parted lips. Then he stopped, disgusted by her lack of
response. "Oh come on! Get up on your knees! Roll over!" he
commanded in a harsh voice, his hands roughly turning Fran around
as he knelt back on the bed behind her. The young husband lifted
his wife's nakedly unresisting loins, positioning her on all fours
and holding onto her shapely hips with a firm grasp so that the
full tantalizing whiteness of Fran's smoothly rounded buttocks was
placed temptingly up in the air.
The lovely blonde blushed fiercely, a mixture of anger and
embarrassment taking hold of her as the desire she'd felt ebbed
rapidly away. She felt like nothing so much as a huge life-sized
doll, being manipulated into this lewd servile position! It was
humiliating and awful and for a moment she recalled something her
mother once told her: "Men ... they're all animals ... nothing but
animals!"
Fran had resisted believing this, but now in the face of her
husband's terrible insensitivity to her needs, she could not help
remembering her mother's words. A shudder went through her
nakedly kneeling body as she realized that she was really like a
slave, utterly at her husband's mercy. She knew that if she tried
to stop him now he would accuse her of not satisfying his needs -
even if he never said it, he would think it. God, she wanted to
satisfy him, but not like this ... definitely not like this!
Her husband's breath was coming in great gasps behind her now
and she strained forward, instinctively tightening her thighs
together, the muscles in her lithe young body taut as she
anticipated what he was going to do. His hands reached around
beneath her hips and teased hotly at the softly swinging mounds of
her breasts, cupping them upward and rolling the stiff little
nipples between his fingers. In spite of herself, Fran jumped at
the contact, her breasts had always been unusually sensitive and
Brint always took full advantage of this fact. He continued
rolling and teasing at their pearl-shaped tips while he shuffled
forward behind her on his knees, the rigid tip of his cock
pressing deep into the softly yielding crevice between her open
buttocks.
"Ooooooh God!" Fran moaned helplessly, feeling it pulsing
licentiously against her exposed flesh as she ground unwillingly
back against it. His hands on her full breasts were beginning to
drive her mad, and the excited blonde squirmed backward in an
unwittingly erotic motion. She didn't want to enjoy this lewd
performance, to lower herself to the level of a common slut before
her own husband, but tiny electric shocks of unwanted pleasure
were spiking out from her nipples and stabbing hotly through the
rest of her nakedly quivering body with a lightning-like speed.
Fran suddenly felt obscenely naked ... more naked, in fact, than
she had ever felt before. Bits and snatches of the argument she'd
just had with Brint returned to her mind, and she thought
resentfully of the things he had said, especially the unkind
reference to her age! And here she was now being exposed to that
crude animal-like streak of his, the very thing about him that she
had come to loathe! She felt his hands slip downward from her
breasts, trailing hot lines along the trimness of her naked sides,
encircling her narrow waist and then pausing to grip the tops of
her soft white thighs, tightening his fingers and digging
painfully into her sensitive flesh.
"Give me that hand!" he suddenly whispered.
"What?"
"I said ... your hand ... reach back between your legs and
put your hand on my cock ... put it in!"
"Brint ... I can't ... don't ask me ..."
"Oh shit, Fran, come on! Reach behind and put it in!" he
panted urgently.
Fran groaned, and finally in desperation and hoping to end
the whole ordeal sooner, she reached back between her parted legs
and closed her hand over her husband's hotly pulsating penis. It
felt so big! Somehow it seemed bigger than she had ever known it
to be, and even though she felt it must be her imagination, she
still suspected that it might be true. Tonight would mark the
turning point in their relationship in some manner ... tonight was
different! She felt that she just couldn't take all of him inside
her from behind like this. Usually they made love in the more
normal positions, but sometimes Brint got something crazy like
this into his head. For a moment she thought of Giuliano ... he'd
had unusual ideas too, but somehow with him it had all seemed
normal and natural, not hideously demeaning like this.
"It's going to go in too far!" she gasped fearfully.
Brint ignored his wife's statement and squeezed his fingers
at the top of her cringing thighs, a signal that he was just about
fed up with waiting for her to comply with his wishes. After all,
he thought, it wasn't often that he asked her to do something
different. He squeezed again, this time bringing a slight whimper
of pain and indignation from Fran's lips.
Tearfully, even bitterly she placed her husband's heavy,
blunt-tipped cock-head against the tight elastic opening of her
nakedly trembling cuntal slit. She bit down on her lower lip to
keep from crying in earnest, but even so she could feel the tears
welling up in her eyes. Behind her, Brint's thickly probing cock
began a slow, teasing grinding motion against her open vaginal
lips, moving about in such a fashion that he exposed the hidden
moisture up between them and forced the quivering lips wide open
with a heavy inward pressure.
"Oooooooo!" Fran cried, her fingers still holding tight
around the invading thickness of her husband's lust-swollen cock.
"OOOOOooo God!" she groaned out again through tightly
clenched teeth. It was forcing its way up inside the fearfully
resisting ring of her cringing vaginal passage, moving steadily
inward, the harsh determination of his cock stretching the tender
hair-fringed lips of Fran's widespread pussy until she could feel
the full blood-engorged thickness slithering almost unimpeded up
into her warmly pulsing passage.
The huge bulbous head of his penis was pushing the pink inner
flesh of her helplessly open cunt along in front of it in tiny
rippling waves, each ripple causing Fran an acute discomfort that
made her moan out loud.
"God, darling ... not like this!" she pleaded. "Let me turn
over ... let me turn over now ... on my back," she cried.
But it was no use. Her fingers now locked tightly into the
crumpled bedsheet before her as she tried to maintain some kind of
balance, some kind of dignity in the face of what was being done
to her defenseless body. She could hear Brint panting like a
wildly excited male animal behind her, and she couldn't help
thinking of a dog ... a big, frightening dog attacking her
sexually! He was pressing his hips heavily into her upthrust
buttocks, his hard advancing cock driving deep, deep into her open
vaginal mouth, impaling her cruelly from behind.
Fran's lips opened and closed in helpless torment. Her whole
nakedly kneeling body trembled in helpless humiliation. It was
horrible! It felt as though he had penetrated much farther than
was healthy or normal. She moaned and turned her head into the
already damp sheet beneath her, breathing a staccato rhythm into
the bed. Her heart pounded wildly and wisps of her blonde hair
clung to the moist flesh of her cheeks as well as her neck and
naked white shoulders.
She would leave him ... she could never live with a man like
this ... take this kind of treatment ... listen to his degrading
words! She'd go and get work again ... she knew she could ...
she'd show him! She'd make him crawl to get her back!
But these resentful thoughts didn't continue much longer.
The teasing ravishment of her widespread pussy was beginning to be
too much for the distraught young wife. Instead of pounding into
her as she had thought he would, Brint changed his tactics and
began to fuck his desire-hardened penis in a teasingly slow
rhythm, churning and flexing his long hard cock piston-like inside
her moistly clinging vagina.
"AH!" she gasped. "Don't stop ... don't ever stop!"
Excited by his wife's growing arousal, Brint began to fuck
more and more intensely in and out of the tightly clasping,
throbbing pussy that now welcomed his penetrating cock. He had an
outrageous feeling of power ... of absolute manliness! With
longer and harder lunges, Brint buffeted up against Fran's now
hotly grinding buttocks, his spear-like penis disappearing each
time into the utmost depths of his beautiful, slavishly kneeling
wife's now hungrily accepting little belly.
"OH CHRIST BABY, IT'S GOOD!" he cried, his thick fingers
gripping harder around the nakedly straining thighs that had
appeared in so many bathing suit ads, feeling the soft unresisting
flesh giving way beneath his pressuring. Brint could feel his
impossibly hard cock growing tighter and stiffer with each brutal
thrust, and low grunts of pleasure emanated from deep in his
throat. She was really with it tonight ... tonight his wife's hot
little cunt was really getting it ... he was fucking her where it
counted!
Kneeling before him, Fran struggled helplessly with her
passion and the almost overwhelming feeling of shame that
alternated with it. She thought that she had never before felt
her husband so deep inside her, and she was unable now to control
the passion surging through her involuntarily writhing body.
Brint pressed slowly outward with his thumbs to stretch the
softly undulating moons of his wife's naked white buttocks wider
apart, watching the pink wet folds of her unresisting blonde hair-
trimmed cunt as they clung tightly around his rampaging cock. He
knew that he'd never fucked her this deep before, and somehow he
reveled in the fact. It was a milestone in their marriage, a
point for him in their relationship. Maybe she'd calm down a
little after this!
Grinning triumphantly to himself, he levered his pelvis
forward, lifting himself up a little and letting the hard plunging
shaft of his deeply skewering penis slip finally into the last
remaining inch of Fran's vaginal sheath, feeling the over-
stimulated tip of it sink all the way back into her openly
accepting pussy.
Then, grinding his hips tightly up against the smooth
quivering flesh of her buttocks, he rotated the thickly probing
head around deep up inside, enlarging even more the tightly
enclosing passage of her cunt until he suddenly felt his wife go
to pieces beneath him. She squeezed the petal-like lips of her
hotly clenching cunt elastically around the base of his heavily
tingling cock, sending tiny pinpricks of lewd sensual delight
shattering through his heavy, sperm laden testicles. Pulsing with
untoward pleasure, his lustfully throbbing penis felt at home in
the snug wetness of Fran's tightly encasing pussy. Fran opened
and closed her eyes, lost in a daze of sudden all-consuming
passion. Unmindful now of her lewd, servile position, she spread
her eagerly welcoming thighs still wider apart, moving her knees
way out on the bouncing bed. The excited young blonde could feel
her breasts pressing erotically down into the crumpled sheet
beneath her. She could feel their nipples hard and erect as she
was buffeted forward along the covers by each advancing thrust of
her husband's tirelessly pistoning cock. The smooth rubbery head
of his penis grated teasingly against the tip of her cervix,
creating a mindlessly rising joy within her that she never wanted
to stop. Nothing mattered now but the incredible sensation of
wild ecstatic pleasure coursing through her nakedly responding
body. Never would she have dreamed she would respond in such a
crude manner, but now she found she actually wanted to be taken
this way ... wanted him to have complete control of her body. It
was a welcome release, a release that made her realize that she
was suddenly and uncontrollably cumming, her crazily convulsing
cunt pulsing with a lust-consuming fire.
"I'm there ... OH GOD, BRINT! I'M THERE!" she cried out,
lifting her head so that the tendons on her neck stood out taut
and tight. Behind her Brint gritted his teeth and let his heavy
body drop hard down onto her, mashing her onto the bed but holding
her desperately grinding loins back up at a high angle to his
still thrusting cock. Like a madman, he plunged into her waiting
pussy, making his wife cry aloud again at his force.
"Yeah ... yeah ... Give it to me! Give me your cum!" he
cried. The huge fleshy hardness of his speeding penis moved ever
upward as his sperm-bloated balls smacked heavily into the wetness
of her widespread hair-lined cunt. Together they ground nakedly
against each other, his driving penis slithering up to be devoured
completely within the tight confines of Fran's wildly climaxing
pussy. The hot wet walls of Fran's golden cunt clasped and
unclasped, milking hungrily and desperately at his lust-maddened
cock as she groaned out her pleasure. Brint could feel his semen
beginning to spurt forward, his cock becoming a burning hot shaft
of ecstatic sensation.
"AAAAAAAAAH! GOOOOOOOOD! GOOD PUSSSSSSSY!" he grunted
lewdly, feeling his wife's orgasmic juices gushing wetly around
his powerful cock, meeting his own and flowing down the full
length of the throbbing hardness to trickle onto the swaying sac
of his rapidly emptying testicles.
Fran was whimpering and squirming, her body hot with
perspiration beneath her husband, relishing and delighting in the
filling sensation of Brint's powerful squirts of white male cum.
"Oooooohhhhhh, Brint, Brint!" she cried. She was being
drained of everything, she thought in one brief flash, her pride
included. But God, it was good ... so very good!
As Fran lay spread-eagled beneath her dark-haired young
husband, face down, lying on her sperm-flooded belly, she felt his
heavily perspiring nakedness lift off her. Her legs were wide
open and drenched with cum, and beneath her on the bed she could
feel a disconcerting pool of wet stickiness. Her blonde hair was
a tangled mass around her head, but inside she felt an
unprecedented contentment ... a reaffirmation of her power as a
woman ... a feeling that if she could inspire such an emotion-
packed and powerful act, she could perhaps do anything, anything
she wanted to do! She lay quietly breathing, listening to the
sounds of her husband moving about in the bathroom. She wanted to
think more about it all, about her new state of mind ... but she
was so exhausted that she could feel sleep rapidly advancing upon
her.
There would be plenty of time to think things through
tomorrow ... plenty of time!
Fran felt herself lapsing into a contented sleep. To think
that she had been so filled with hatred for her husband such a
short while before, and all because of that silly business about
his brother coming for a visit. It seemed to her suddenly that it
wouldn't be at all as bad as she was making it out to be. Perhaps
she could even turn her brother-in-law Morgan's arrival into
something beneficial for her! The tingling pleasure that still
pervaded her loins colored her mental state, and feeling nothing
but optimism for the future, Fran fell into blissful
unconsciousness.
* * *
"Whew!" Little Jeanie got up from the floor of the hall, her
knees aching from the long moments she'd been in one cramped
position crouched before her parents' bedroom door. It seemed to
her that her ear was burning so much it might fall off, and as she
wandered in a trancelike state back to her own room, the
precocious ten year old muttered odd snatches of sentences to
herself. Her slight, youthful body was trembling as she entered
the privacy of her room and headed toward her own bed.
"If only I'd known ..." she said to herself, "that they had
that between them. Why, it explains ... it explains everything!"
Dreamily, Jeanie undid the robe she wore over her white
nightgown and jumped into bed, pulling the covers up over her
blonde head. Beneath the sheets she was aware as if for the first
time of her own pubescent body, aware of the subtle changes that
had just started within her, changes that now made more sense than
ever before! The tiny swellings of her breasts, so sore to the
touch and tender, did not seem so much of a bother as before, and
now she understood why her mother had expressed surprise at noting
that she was "developing early". Most of the girls in her class
didn't have any breasts at all yet, except for Cindy, of course,
who already wore a brassiere.
Over and over again the young girl repeated the phrases she'd
heard her mother and father utter during the throes of their
passion together. It was as if they were magical chants ...
magical in the sense that they would bring the same obvious
pleasure and excitement to Jeanie herself. And this, she knew
now, was what she wanted more than anything else in the world.
She wanted to experience the same ecstasy that her mother knew, to
invade the secret world of sexuality that all adults kept as
private knowledge from children! There would be no more of that!
"Oooooh don't stop ... don't ever stop!" she mimicked her
mother, softly cooing to herself and feeling an undeniable thrill
deep within her soft, untouched ten year old belly. Somehow
Jeanie knew that life would be more worthwhile from now on ...
life would be worth living!
Continued...
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