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A Family Sandwich
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!"
Continued...
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