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Father in Law

By: Patrick



The first time I met my future father, David, something clicked between us. His eyes flicked over me from head to toe as most men's did, for although I wasn't a classic model beauty or particularly well endowed I seemed to radiate something that attracted their attention. Most times I felt totally unclean after one of those inspections, undressed and somehow violated, but with him it was different. I actually found myself enjoying his frank inspection, even puffing out a little more as his eyes seemed to linger a little on my high, firm breasts loosely encased in a thin T shirt. 

I hadn't bothered with a bra that day , as I hadn't expected to go visiting. However, it wasn't only the physical attraction, he had a keen wit and a delightful timber to his voice that seemed to warm me right though. Never short of a word or a response myself, we were soon engaged in a light verbal joust, and he seemed to enjoy that enormously. Maybe all Peter's previous girlfriends had been a little on the slow side, because I heard him say to Peter when he thought I was out of hearing range "Well, at least you've picked someone with a brain this time, well done". 

We met a few times after that, as the relationship between Peter and I deepened and became an engagement, and our verbal jousting continued, often taking on a rather flirty, almost naughty feel that we both seemed to enjoy. By this time we were on first name terms and totally comfortable in each other's presence even when Peter wasn't around. It was at these times that David's conversation would get a little more flirty and saucy, occasionally making me blush, but always making me feel more like a sophisticated woman than a struggling teenager. He would also occasionally hold me just a little longer than necessary when we hugged, and once or twice his hand, almost as if by accident, would come to rest on my tight ass cheeks and then gently stroke them. I was always amazed at the instant physical and sexual reaction I got from that... my nipples would explode into life, a fact I'm sure he was aware of since they almost bored through his chest.. and my pussy would get incredibly wet. It was at these times that I would blush and hurriedly disentangle myself.. much to his mild amusement!

At age 19 I agreed to marry Peter, who was by then in his mid 20's and well established in his job. It was a simple, but delightful wedding ceremony, and much to my delight both families seemed to get on like a house on fire. But the part I remembered most vividly was the dance I had with my new father at the reception. He'd waited almost until the very end to claim his dance with the bride, and I'm sure most people were a little the worse for wear from all the champagne and beer and other drinks that had been consumed copiously... certainly Peter was, in fact he could barely rise from his chair when David came over and asked permission to dance with me. David held me most properly as we wove around the small dance floor, one hand in mine and the other just resting at the small of my back, I even giggled at the rather old fashioned image it must have presented, and I think he realized why I was giggling, because he pulled away slightly and grinned down at me and said, "You realize, of course, that this style of dancing was invented when ladies wore so many layers of petticoats that a man couldn't get closer than a couple of feet to her?"

I giggled, "Oh, do you think I should go and put some more Petticoats on to keep you at a distance?" I asked teasingly. 

He threw back his head and laughed, causing a few people to look at us, then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Well you could do that if you want to look all frumpy, or we could just dance differently" he said, "Do you want to look frumpy... not that I ever think you could" he added. 

I blushed at his compliment, "No" I managed to whisper back. 

"Good" he said, "Then we'll just dance differently," and with that he let go of my hand and slid it around my waist and drew me close to him. My own hands automatically lifted around his neck, and my head went onto his shoulders, and we danced that way, pressed close together. When the music stopped and I lifted my head, I found we were at the edge of the dance floor, a little behind the band, almost hidden form the other dancers. I looked up at David and he was smiling softly at me, "I hope you don't mind if I pinch another dance before you leave" he asked. 

I glanced around and laughed softly, "Well, I can't see anyone else claiming the next dance" I said. 

He smiled, then brought his right hand around and tilted my chin upwards, "I have to say this, Monica, I've never seen a more beautiful and radiant bride, in fact.... And he paused and took a deep breath... I've never seen a more beautiful and sensual woman" he said, and before I could respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips lightly to mine. Taken totally by surprise I simply froze, expecting any second for the kiss to end, but it didn't... his lips seemed to melt into mine, and before I'd even realized it. , my own lips were responding. The music started again, and our bodies moved with it, but our lips remained locked together. His tongue slid forward and my lips parted to welcome it, my own met it and danced with it to the music. I heard a soft moan, and knew it was me, as his hands moved slowly and sensually from the base of my back down onto my buttocks, and he pressed me into his hardness. 

I think it was the sudden realization that he was hard that brought me out of the spell, and I pulled back gasping. Immediately I could see the look of contrition sweep over his face, and heard his mumbled apology, and I think we were both a little relieved when Peter staggered over and announced that it was time to leave for the honeymoon. But even in the limousine on our way to the airport for our overseas honeymoon, all I could feel were David's lips on mine, his hands stroking me, and I shivered with secret delight. 

The Honeymoon was a month cruising around the Caribbean Islands, and was as exotic and fun filled as you would have expected. Lots of swimming and snorkeling, sunbathing and relaxing, dancing and eating, and, of course, plenty of drinks for those who wanted them... and Peter showed quickly that he had an unexpected appetite for the alcohol. While we were courting and seeing each other mainly for parties and the like he had always been careful about his drinking, after all, most times he had to drive home afterwards, but being with him 24 hours a day, quickly showed a different side to him. The wedding reception wasn't an isolated incident, every couple of nights he would take on so much drink that he'd have to be helped back to our cabin by me and sometimes one of the cabin personnel, where he'd flop onto the bed and fall asleep without even undressing, not to emerge until well into the morning. This annoyed me initially, but I soon became used to it and used my time alone to go sightseeing and sunbathing during those morning periods. There were even a couple of occasions when other men on the cruise tried to pick me up, but I managed to avoid them with a smile, telling them I was flattered... but very definitely married. 

So, when we returned from our honeymoon, I was beautifully tanned, looked quite radiant.. so everyone said... and was ready to settle into married life. The only downside had been that the sex I'd enjoyed with Peter had been in shorter supply than I would have liked over the month. When it happened, it was fantastic, and I discovered that I really did love sex! but when it didn't, well. I got a little pouty at times, but I guess that's only natural. 

Of course every one wanted to hear about the trip and see the pictures, so we organized a party for the following Saturday night. Nothing particularly grand, just some friends and family, a few drinks and a little music for dancing. The day of the party was gloriously warm, so I chose to wear a tight pair of denim shorts and a loose half top with no bra underneath. The early part of the evening was spent recounting our adventures and showing around the pictures, and on a number of occasions I felt Peter's dad's eyes on me. When ever I looked over at him, he just smiled his warm smile, but didn't approach me directly. Even when the music started hot and heavy, and the dancing started, he kept his distance, and I felt a strange pang of disappointment. 

Eventually I got a little tired of the noise and the dancing, and taking a soft drink from the fridge, wandered out onto the back patio. It was a beautiful balmy night and I stood gazing out over the pool, hearing the noisy laughter from inside, hearing Peter's loud laughter, knowing that he was once again imbibing pretty freely. I sighed and sipped my drink. I guess the noise of laughter had hidden the sound of the back door opening and closing, because I didn't realize someone had joined me outside until a pair of hands folded lightly over my eyes. "Guess who" the deep voice said. 

I laughed, "David" I said, "I thought you weren't speaking to me tonight or something"

"Aw, you guessed too easily" he chuckled, letting his hands fall from my eyes. As they dropped away, they somehow managed to brush down the front of my breasts, sending a quick shiver through me. "You're looking absolutely stunning again tonight, Monica" he said, "And in some of those holiday pictures, well... WOW, would be an understatement"

I flushed with pleasure at his words, and chuckled, "Honeymoon pictures, you mean" I said. 

He chuckled too, "Oh yes, of course, I almost forgot, well you looked fabulous in them, especially in that incredible blue bikini" he added. 

"Oh" I said, teasingly, "Why that one in particular?"

He chuckled, "Because they show so much of these" he said, and slid his hands forwards and upwards, under my loose half top, to cup my naked breasts. 

I gasped with surprise, but immediately felt my breasts reacting. As I mentioned before, I'm not overly large, but my breasts are high and firm and very, very sensitive, and as his fingers danced around and over them as lightly as a feather, fire seemed to shoot through my whole body. "I should imagine there's a thin white line just about here" he said as his fingers trailed sensuously over my nipples, nipples that hardened and swelled instantly, and continued to do so as he stroked and rolled them between his gentle fingers. 

Just like at the wedding reception, my body seemed to freeze, I knew it was wrong, I knew it shouldn't be happening, yet I couldn't seem to do anything about it. "Mmmm, it's almost a pity you had to wear a bikini" he whispered, "I'm sure these beautiful nipples would love to be kissed by the sun, love to be admired, love to be touched" His fingers were like velvet, caressing me lightly, and my body writhed back against him, my head lifting, a low moan coming from my lips. My breasts and nipples were aflame, and so was the rest of my body. His lips were roaming over my neck, his hot breath whispering into my ears, sending shivers through me, and his hands... god his hands... making my breasts come alive like never before, my nipples felt like they were a mile long.... and so, so hard. 

I don't know how long we stood like that, time seemed to stand still, "Mmmm, I'm surprised you didn't find a secluded beach and go sunbathing without your costume? He said softly. 

I gulped, "I... I... I did" I finally managed to whisper. 

"Oh," he chuckled, "I didn't see any pictures of that"

"I.. I... well.. Peter wasn't with me, he was sleeping" I said. 

He chuckled hotly, "So you were all alone on the beach?" he asked. 

I felt my throat constrict, "Well, no, not exactly" I replied, "There were a couple of other people from the boat there"

"Mmmm, men or women?" he asked. 

"Both" I murmured. 

"Mmm, and did it excite you that the other men were seeing you naked?' he asked. 

"A little" I admitted softly. 

"And did any of them offer to put sun lotion on you?" he asked. 

I felt myself blush, "Yes" I replied, "But I didn't, you know, let them" 

He chuckled, one of his hands slowly trailing down from my breasts towards my damp pussy. 

I shuddered, and jerked, "No, no, David, we mustn't... you mustn't" I cried. 

I heard his soft sigh, "You're right, of course, I've overstayed my welcome" he said, and in an instant his hands were gone, and then he was gone, I heard the back door bang slightly as he left, but I just stood there, my whole body on fire, aching with desire, desire for him... Oh god, what was happening to me... my hands came up and almost crushed my breasts into my body, trying to tell them to stop feeling so good, so alive, so... Mmmm I shuddered and shuddered. 

It took quite some time for me to calm myself sufficiently to return to the party, a party that was already in the throes of packing up. David was nowhere to be seen. The rest of the time seemed to pass by in a haze, laughing and chatting and saying farewell to people until all that was left was the usual after party mess... and one very drunk husband sprawled on the couch. I looked down at him in dismay, and a little disgust, "Oh Peter, I needed you tonight" I half whispered. 

Then there was a slight sound and I turned around, and David was standing just inside the door, he looked at me and smiled softly, then glanced at Peter and shook his head, "I thought this might happen when I saw how much he was putting away, leave this to me, I've had experience of it before" he said, and walked over and lifted the unconscious form of Peter over his shoulder and carried him from the room. 

Feeling a little lost, I wandered into the kitchen and put on the Kettle for a coffee, automatically setting out two cups. When David walked in he grinned, "Well, I don't mind if I do" he said, "Nothing quite like a hot coffee to soothe the nerves"

I looked at him questioningly, as it seemed a strange thing to say, but he just smiled at me, "I've put him in the spare room" he said, "I thought it best in the circumstances as he was snoring quite loudly"

I giggled, "Yes he gets like that when he's... " I blushed. 

He looked at me tenderly, "It must have been hard at times on the trip, with Peter getting like that" he said. 

"Oh it was ok" I said, rather defensively. 

For the next few moments we were both silent, sipping our coffee, then he reached over and picked up one of the packets of pictures and started flicking through them. He set one aside and at the end asked me if he could keep it, "Why?" I asked, "Which one is it?"

He lifted it up and showed me, and I felt myself blush, it was probably the most revealing one of the whole lot. Taken on a beach, of me lying on my stomach on a towel, propped up, smiling at the camera. But my bikini top had slipped down so that the whole of the tops of my breasts were on display, and even a fraction of my nipples. I felt my mouth go dry as I looked at it, "Why that one?" I croaked. 

His smile widened, "Oh, I think you know why" he said, "In the absence of any from the other beach"

I felt myself turn bright red, "I.. I.. don't think I could" I whispered, "Peter really likes that one too, and if it was gone. "

"I understand," he said, replacing the picture, then his grin widened, "Guess I'll have to take one for myself sometime... that's if you'd pose for me" he said. 

I lowered my head, not wanting him to see the excitement that had suddenly burst inside me, I nodded, "If you'd like me to" I murmured, so low that I wasn't sure he could even hear me. 

My head still down, face flushed, I heard him push his chair back, sensed him get up and come around the table, then he was lifting me from my chair and turning me to face him. "Monica, you understand what I'm asking, don't you? I want one of you the way you would have been on that secluded beach, I want to see you the way those other men saw you" he said, his voice sounding even deeper. 

I nodded again, and gulped, then lifted my eyes to his, "Yes, I understand... and I want it too" I stammered. 

The smile that broke over his face was a wondrous thing to see, and he gathered me in his arms and kissed me gently... and I responded... just as I'd responded at the reception, my body molding to his, my hard nipples burning into his chest, my tongue dancing excitedly with his, a long, passionate kiss that left us both breathless and flushed. 

Then he pulled back, and slowly lifted my half top up and over my head, and tossed it aside, and I stood proudly, naked to the waist, loving the way his eyes were devouring me and loving it even more moments later when first his hands and then his lips devoured my breasts also. "Oh god, I just knew you had magnificent breasts" he whispered hotly as he licked and kissed and stroked them. 

"David, Please" I heard myself whisper, but this time I wasn't asking him to stop, and he knew it. He quickly unzipped my shorts and peeled them down over my hips, taking my lacy blue panties with it... and I was naked... totally, completely and gloriously naked... and he groaned as he stared at me with lust filled eyes. I think my shaved pussy was a total surprise and an excitement to him, as he immediately dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to my naked pussy lips, running his tongue slowly up and down them. I grabbed his head and held him there, savoring his gentle touch, bucking and shuddering into his face as a preliminary orgasm cascaded through me. 

Then he was standing up, lifting me in his arms and carrying me out of the Kitchen, through the lounge and into the bedroom. I managed to register that the door to the spare room was shut before he deposited me lightly onto the bed and stood back. gazing down at me, only the bright moon through the window lighting the scene. "My god, you are even more beautiful, exciting and sexy than I thought " he whispered, and I squirmed on the bed, my hands lifting up, silently begging him to come to me. 

It didn't take long for his clothes to disappear, and I gasped in surprise and delight when I saw his big, thick hard cock, bobbing and throbbing above me, I shivered, drinking in his beauty, reaching up to cup and stroke it as he moved closer. I heard his faint moan as my fingers began to trail up and down his cock, cupping and hefting his heavy balls. Then he slid onto the bed beside me, gathering me into his arms and kissing me, at first gently, then more passionately. His hard cock lay between us, pressing into my belly, and I writhed against it loving the feel of it's hardness and its length. His hands were everywhere. sweeping down over my back and my tight buttocks, down over my thighs and along my legs, then back up again, and I moaned into his mouth. 

Our tongues became like wild snakes intertwining in a magic lustful dance, and the heat grew and grew inside me. Then he pulled his lips from mine and rained my face with short, sharp, angel kisses, his tongue lightly trailing over my skin, sending shivers right through me. He lifted slightly and moved his lips to my neck and my ears, increasing the shivers running up and down my body... then on to my breasts... oh God, I almost exploded in orgasm as he took first one nipple then the other into his hot mouth and licked around them before whipping his tongue back and forth over them. My whole body jumped and jerked as my breasts and nipples responded like never before, seeming to swell and lift onto his eager, probing tongue. 

And as his lips and tongue drove my breasts and nipples wild, his hand moved slowly around and began to lightly caress my nude pussy lips. Immediately my left foot drew upwards and fell apart, opening my pussy to his questing fingers, and I gasped loudly as his fingers slid inside to caress my throbbing clitoris, "Oh yes, David, yes" I moaned as he stroked and stroked and stroked. My whole body was on fire now and my own hands were running over his body, searching for and finding his throbbing cock, rubbing it against my belly, then moving it slowly towards my pussy, to rub against my lips as his fingers still probed and twirled around my swollen clitoris, "Oh, please, please, I want you David. " I cried out. my body lifting up and shuddering. But he seemed immune to my pleas, as his lips slowly left my breasts and trailed down over my belly to touch and tease the very top of my pussy lips. 


Father-in-Law



My husband's naughty dad.

I met my future husband at work, I was promoted to his office, and became his secretary, he is a high flyer and going places, already has his own people, which isn't usual for someone his age in the company. 

Only 26 years old, good looking and a target for most of the girls, and some of the married ones too!

And believe this or not, he still lives at home with his widowed dad.

I am 22, got all my degrees in business etc, so am looking to better myself too.

I am quite good looking, even very good looking if I want to be bigheaded about it, tallish, 5ft 7", good body, keep myself in shape, and have dark auburn hair down to my shoulders, like to dress well, silk and lace sort of girl, stockings, heels etc, never had any trouble getting a guy, but was careful who with, and even more careful who I "put out to."

After I had been working for him for about 3 weeks, he asked me to lunch to discuss ways forward and to improve the section he was in charge of, one lunch became 2, became 3, and so on, and so on.

We started dating, and got closer and closer, everyone knew to keep away from him now, we were falling in love, and I was happy, our sex life was excellent, the only fly in the ointment was that he had to travel away on business fairly regularly.

When I asked him why he still lived at home, he said he had never had reason to leave, and when I met hid 46 year old dad John, and the house they lived in, I understood why!

It was enormous, driveway a mile long, or so it seemed, 6 or 7 bedrooms, 4 en suite, huge reception rooms, massive gardens front and rear, heated pool, they shared the kitchen, his dad would cook normally, because he didn't work now, just pottered around the house, doing odd jobs, looking after it and the garden, although he did have hired help twice a week.

He also did a bit of private work on the internet, so all in all he was a busy man.

He is independently wealthy, his parents, and their parents had handed it all down, and one day it would all be Michaels.

I met him 2 months into my relationship, and I loved from the get go, he was great, terrific fun, I could see where Michael got his looks from, we got on like a house on fire. 

He had made his son go to college, get the qualifications he needed, and get a job, which turned out to be a great thing he did, because it gave him a proper insight into the way of the world, just like his dad's dad had made John do.

Our romance was a whirlwind affair, and we were married 9 months after we first went out, and we moved into his house with his dad, we had our own rooms, so there was never any invasion of privacy from either direction

Here I was, a normal girl brought up by loving, but not wealthy parents who had struggled to bring me up, pay for college and all the rest of things that make for a happy childhood.

My parents couldn't afford a big wedding, so John, my future father, went to see them, and using his undoubted charm he got them to accept a cheque to pay for it, and not one word would ever be divulged that this had been done, the only ones who knew but didn't care, were we 5, his dad, my mum and dad, me and Michael.

Then the astonishing thing as the speeches were made, my dad, my husband, then his dad, he dropped a big envelope on to the wedding breakfast table, said to me and Michael that this is your wedding present from me and your sadly deceased mum.

Michael opened it, and inside were the deeds to the house all signed over to us both, I was complete and utterly flabbergasted. 

He had given the house to us, it was ours, then out of the deeds dropped a cheque, it was for £500.000, The fact we were sitting prevented us from falling over, but only just, that's for alterations and repairs that need doing, he told us.

With that he sat down, toasted us both, and said to a stunned party, well! Let's party hey?

We had a whale of a time, and a great day was had by all, we then departed on a 2 week honeymoon, which was a great holiday and a great success.

We returned and tried to get back to living a normal life, I continued to work, although Michael wanted me to stop.

One of his dads proviso's in giving us the house was, he was to live in it until the end of his days, which we fervently hoped was a long way off. 

And it certainly wasn't a problem for me, I just loved it all.

I got to know the house, every day was a new day for me, and I couldn't get enough.

What I didn't know was his dad had developed feelings for me he shouldn't have, although it was never apparent to anyone, until a year after we had moved in, Michael had gone away for 5 days on the Monday, it was now Tuesday afternoon, I had just got in from work, he gave me a small gift, beautifully wrapped. He told me to go upstairs and try it on, which puzzled me, but I went up, he called after to me, that when I had it on, could he come and see me wearing it?

I said yes over my shoulder, still now knowing what it was, I got to my bedroom, unwrapped it, and there it was, a fantastically beautiful negligee, made in what was obviously very expensive black silk that just shimmered in the light, edges trimmed with a red rose colour, the straps were, and under the arms, and around the flared bottom, also in there, were a pair of tiny lacy black silk panties, also trimmed in the red, with a tiny hand made rose in the centre at the front. 

I loved them immediately, John must have timed my reaction and movements, because a moment later, he called out, 'got them on yet?' Without thinking I called back, 'yes I have.'

I heard him coming upstairs, and thought to myself, heck, Im in this very skimpy outfit and my father was on his way up to see me in it.

Well, I thought, what could I do about it now? Nothing, that's what!

He did knock, bless him, I said 'come in,' showed him, and did a little twirl in front of him.

He had one hand behind his back, and said, 'turn around honey, put your hands behind you, palms up, I have another present for you.'

I did as bid, he stepped up to me, I raised my arms, the next thing I knew was, I felt a softness on each wrist, and a clicking sound, what I wasn't aware of was, the clicking sound I heard was wrist cuffs fastening them selves to me.

I sort of looked behind me, and couldn't really understand what had just happened.

I was handcuffed, and immobile. Nonplussed is a word that sprang to mind after a short while. 

There seemed to be a very thin chain or wire from one arm to my other, that's when what he had done made itself apparent in my mind, he had captured me, and I was practically helpless. 

I said, 'John, what's going on?'

'Im sorry baby,' he said, 'but its something I have to do, something I have wanted since the day I first met you.'

Now it really did dawn on me what he wanted, and what he was after, for my part, I never knew I would respond the way I did, and after just a few minutes too.

I said, 'John, you are my husband's dad, please don't do this.'

He was near me, and just reached up to my shoulders, and pulled down the 2 little straps holding my lacy top, and did so until my boobs jumped out, he reached for them, took both nipples into his fingers and squeezed and rolled them before I could react to it.

I nearly died from embarrassment, and not in some little arousal either if I were to be honest.

I stepped backwards away from him a couple of feet, that's when the back of my legs collided with the bed, and I toppled backwards on to it.

As I did so, he reached underneath the top and just pulled the panties right down and off me.

'John,' I pleaded, 'what do you think you are doing, please stop right now.'

'Sorry honey, no can do' he replied.

He climbed on to the bed with me, always one step ahead it seems, I thought, he lifted me into the centre of it, wrapped me in his arms, and kissed me, I did manage to turn my head away, but he just went for my neck, which is one of my most sensitive places, especially the bit between, neck and shoulder, I couldn't help moaning and shivering when he quickly found that spot, I begged him to stop be fore it as too late.

'Sorry babe' he replied, 'it already is.'

He got me kissing him back, I couldn't help it, I was becoming more turned on by the second.

What with his necking me, and fiddling my nipples I knew it wasn't going to be very long before I was going to be joining in and loving it, and that happened a few short seconds later. 

He tickled my wanton pussy, sucked a nipple into his hot mouth, and I was gone, my father had trapped me, conquered me, and seduced me in one very easy lesson, and I wanted him to make love to me now as soon as possible.

Quickly getting off the bed, he undressed, and revealed a very impressive cock, long, thick, and so very hard, and it was all because of me he said.

I was the cause of his desire and arousal for me, so he had to make me his didn't he?

Well, I wasn't going anywhere now was I? I was handcuffed, helpless, and now the moment of truth, he quickly climbed over me, and started pushing his beautiful cock into my ever sweetening pussy, he hooked his hands under my shoulders, and started ramming it into me, I was loving every second of my wanton fucking now, amazingly, he apologised for doing this, I smiled up at him, and repeated his prior words to me, 'bit late now isn't it?' I said.

He laughed, and said,' yes I suppose it is!'

You are the naughtiest father in the world I told him, seducing me and fucking your son's wife.

He then started fucking me harder and harder, and I couldn't stop myself from joining in as best I could.

He was, and is a wonderful lover, he made me cum in torrents, Im not going to say he was better than my husband, but it was certainly very different.

We spent the whole day in each others arms one way or another.

I begged him to release me, I told him that I wouldn't fight him; I wanted to make love to him too.

He did as I asked, but left one cuff on in case I misbehaved he said, which I assure you, I didn't.

Making love all ways now, I 69nd him, which we both loved immensely, he 69nd me, but the most satisfying thing I did was, I straddled his left thigh in the afternoon, cupped his balls in my left hand, caressed them smoothly, and wanked him slowly with my right, when he eventually came, I gobbled the lot up as quickly as I could.

That night I slept with him in his bed, we made love again, and the thing that amazed me most was, the fact that I didn't feel guilty at all, John confessed that he did, but now it was done, it was done, he said.

When Michael made his customary call at 9.00pm, I took it in our bedroom, because we had our own number there, we had a longish chat. 

I did feel a twinge of guilt then, but that was all, and I still went straight back to sleep with his dad.

We slept together all week; Im sure that to an outsider, we actually would have appeared as man and wife!

And in effect, that's what we were going to become, I was a wife to John in the week, and when Michael was home I was his wife completely.

There wasn't one act of love John and I didn't do, including him fucking me in the ass, I didn't like it at first, but he wanted it, so that was that!

I learned to love it, and I sure do now!

I am going to convince Michael to do it with me there too.

I was in love now with 2 men, my lovely loving husband, and now my sexy father, we had agreed that we wouldn't make love or do anything after Thursday night, stopping activity between us at midnight, except if he wanted me to wank him, which was difficult to do and not follow up on it!

Michael came home at Friday afternoon; his dad had "arranged" to go out with friends for the evening, leaving us on our own, he was so considerate; Michael and I went to bed very early that night, and I made sure he was more than happy with my welcome home loving, I gave him everything I could, I just about fucked his brains out! 

I know it's hard to reconcile me loving two men, and the fact that they are father and son, but that's how it is, and it's worked out wonderfully, I am completely satisfied in every way by two men who I love with all my heart.

John never attempts to touch me when Michael is home, even if he doesn't go away for a week or two, ha has never given a hint of what is going on, so that relieved me of any tension I was experiencing.

Me and my father are still lovers 6 years on, Michael and I now have 3 wonderful children, and I have no idea who is the father of any of them, and I don't care, Michael is a wonderful loving father, and John is the tenderest of grandfathers, he adores them and takes them every where.

How could I be happier? I have the strongest of love from my 2 men, and I love them both so.



Father in Law



Allison had hurt herself playing tennis and her whole leg had throbbed ever since. It was her own stupid fault; she had overextended herself, slipped on the clay court and twisted her ankle. When she couldn't continue playing she had asked her husband to help her off of the court, and had paid for it. Derek had gotten pissed off and yelled at her I front of the other players and had continued to berate her all the way back home. 

Finally getting into the house, she sat on the sofa and propped her leg up on a pillow, grimacing as she tried to rub her ankle. "Honey can you get me an ice pack?"

"Not right now."

"Well can you at least massage my leg for me?"

Derek headed out the door, "Maybe when I get back."

Without another word, Allison watched him leave and her heart hurt much worse than her ankle. They were not happy living as husband and wife but were staying together for the children. Saturday was the only real time they had to be together anymore. They both liked to play tennis and had joined a club. They were not rich or anything but it was something they could afford. Putting the children in a weekend activity program for a few hours, gave them some alone time. Allison had hoped that it would help their marriage. She sat in the empty house, tears flowing down her cheeks. Hearing a knock at the door made her jump. Her ankle hurt too much to get up, so she yelled, "Who is it?" Then she mumbled, "Please just go away."

Dan had barely heard his daughter yell at him. They had given him a key just in case. He opened the door and poked his head in, "Ally, its Dan."

"I can't come to the door." A few seconds later she saw her father.

Dan saw his daughter with her leg propped up on a pillow and was instantly concerned. "What happened? Are you all right?"

"How come you're here? 

I know you two play tennis on Saturday. I waited until I figured you were done. I thought I would take the four of you out for some lunch." 

"It sounds nice but I twisted my ankle playing tennis and I'm not up to going anywhere. I'll be fine though."

"The hell with that, your ankle is all swollen. Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Allison shook her head; at least someone gave a damn. "No, it's just banged up a little."

Do you have an ice pack or something?"

"In the freezer, there's an ice wrap in there you can crush up and put in a towel." Allison watched as her father went immediately to get the ice pack. A heavy sigh escaped her; she wished her husband cared as much. 

Dan brought the ice pack wrapped in a dish towel and laid it on the leg that was propped up, "Don't move."

Allison giggled in spite of the pain. Her father went back to the kitchen and brought her a glass of water and some aspirins. His wife was dead but she knew that he must have spoiled her.

"Where's Derek?"

"He had to run out."

"He knows and isn't here?"

"I asked for the icepack and he said no. I asked him to at least massage my leg and your son just left."

Dan sat down next to his daughter, "Stepson and he's an idiot." Grabbing her leg he started to gently massage. "If I was your husband, you wouldn't even have had to ask if I wanted to touch your leg."

She felt her face get hot even as his fingers were gently making her leg feel better. "He and I are having some trouble at the moment." She sighed, "Maybe if I were pretty..." She never got to finish when he interrupted her.

"Bullshit! All right, maybe you aren't going to be a model but you're damn cute. You have two wonderful kids and they got that way because they took after you, not him."

She was shocked, "You think I'm cute?"

Dan stopped massaging her leg and took her hand, "I think a man would consider himself lucky to have you in his life. You inviting my stepson to touch you and him refusing just proves he's an idiot."

Allison felt herself blushing even more, "It was just to massage my ankle."

Both of them heard the front door open and turned as Derek walked in with another woman. "What are you doing dad?"

"I'm taking care of your wife, something that you should have been doing. How could you know she was in pain and just leave without doing a thing?"

Allison was more interested in who her husband was with. "Who is that with you?"

Derek smiled, "This is Valery, and the answer to both questions."

Allison saw that his new girlfriend was very pretty, "I thought the problems between us was something like that."

Having been in the military, Dan could size up people in an instant, it was survival training. He knew exactly what kind of woman his stepsons new love interest was. He hoped that Derek liked having two ex-wives. 

Derek looked at his wife, "I tried babe, but I just don't love you anymore."

Allison nodded and looked around the house that they rented. "What exactly are the children and I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. The rent is due in a week and I have already told the landlord we are moving out. He said something about giving 30 days' notice, but I just laughed at him."

Dan was ready to explode, "You have a responsibility here."

"Screw it."

Allison started crying again and it was too much for Dan. "I will not stand by and see my grandchildren thrown out in the street."

Derek smirked, "I figured as much."

Dan had taken care of his wife right up until the day she died and never regretted one minute of it. Derek was his wife's son from a previous marriage and even though the two had never liked each other, he had treated Derek civil. "Ally and the girls can move in with me."

Allison stared at her father, "Are you sure?" She knew that this would be a terrible imposition for him.

Dan nodded, "You can stay for as long as you want." His gaze narrowed as he stared at his stepson and his girlfriend, "As far as I'm concerned Ally is the best thing that ever happened to you and this is a mistake. Valery I'm sorry that you have been put into the middle of this." The confrontation ended with Derek storming out of the house with Valery in tow.

The next week was extremely hectic for Dan, Allison, Hannah and Hayley. The girls were not as upset about their mother and father splitting up as everyone expected they would be. The girls had known about their parents having problems for months and it was better to come from a broken home than to live in one. They both loved their grandfather and felt right at home almost immediately.

With all of their things moved, everyone could take a few days to rest. Allison had insisted that the furniture be taken by Derek because she wouldn't need it living with Dan. Plus there really wasn't room for it anyway. Dan's house was close enough that the girls were still able to go to the same school. 

After a couple of months the awkwardness was gone and everyone had gotten used to being together. Allison became the woman of the house and took over the kitchen. She and the girls took charge of the cleaning and doing the laundry and Dan was grateful. He had almost forgotten how good it was to live in a home and not just a house.

Allison returned from dropping off the girls. Dan had insisted that they continue their Saturday activity because they loved it so much. She found her father in the basement; to her surprise he offered her a beer. To his surprise she took it. She plopped down beside him and kicked one leg over the edge of the sofa. "Thanks for asking us here. I don't know..."

Dan cut her off, "When it is family, you do stuff because you want to not because you have to, end of story." Dan liked the look of his daughter in her cutoff jeans; he couldn't understand why his stepson would want someone else. Ally had all of the right parts in all of the right places.

Allison stared at her father in amazement. He was staring at her legs. Grinning, she quickly turned away.

Dan was totally embarrassed because he knew she had noticed him doing way more than just looking, "I'm sorry."

She grabbed his hand, "It's all right. It's been a long time since someone looked at me like that." She didn't add that she kind of liked it.

The silence between them was awkward. Dan sighed, "If I were your husband you would have gotten used to that look."

Allison could feel her face getting hot. This time she wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment though. Her voice was a whisper, "Do you really think I'm cute?"

Dan not only heard her words but the years of self-doubt and heartache. "Ally, I think you're a lot prettier than you give yourself credit for. You light up a room just by coming into it." He turned her to face him and saw that she was crying and his heat went out to her.

She whispered through the tears, "Thank you."

"No Ally, thank you for moving in," He saw her big eyes just staring at him. Dan couldn't help himself and leaned in and kissed her. He immediately pulled away, "I'm sorry, it's just that you and the girls have made this house a home and I love it."

Her heart wanted to leap out of her chest. "I'm not sorry." The two of them went back to drinking their beers and trying to act normal. Allison felt their kiss long after it ended, and she wasn't sure why. From then on 'normal' was different for them. She still wore her cutoff jeans, but now she was wearing them for her father. Every now and then, when she knew her girls wouldn't see she would accidently forget to close a few of the buttons of her shirt. Allison liked the way it made her feel when he looked at her. Occasionally she would innocently rub against him; she liked it and hoped he did.

Dan had been surprised at how close he and his daughter had become. He loved seeing her body; at least what she wanted to show him and maybe trying to glimpse something he shouldn't see. They had become more comfortable with showing affection too. She readily thanked him with a kiss, although she made sure it was only a peck. 

Every Saturday afternoon after that became Allison's time to be with her father. The girls would be gone and the two of them would have a beer and watch a movie or something on the television. She would snuggle with him and not just because she wanted to, but because she had found out that he was embarrassed by it. Because he liked it, it gave her an opportunity to tease. She had never been flirty before and enjoyed the way it made her feel.

The following Saturday marked four months since he and Allison had separated. Derek showed up to take the girls because of a mandatory reconciliation program the state had initiated to cut down on the divorce rate and lack of parental involvement in the lives of children. The trouble started as soon as he entered to door because he brought Valery with him.

Hannah and Hayley started crying. The girls hadn't seen a lot of their father and had been looking forward to being with their dad, alone. From there it didn't take long for Derek and Allison to start yelling at each other. Finally, Dan couldn't take the noise, "SHUT UP!!!!" The silence that followed seemed eerie. Dan looked at his stepson's new girlfriend and actually felt bad for her. "Valery, I'm sorry. Derek you need to get your shit together. This was supposed to be your children's time with their father -- all by themselves. You can add Valery some of the time but that has to come later. You can't keep being a jerk like this." 

"I'm here ain't I?"

Allison was fuming, "Yeah you're here, but it's obvious that you don't want to be. Admit it; you're here because you have to be." 

"Hell there's plenty of things I'd rather be doing."

Hayley burst into tears and ran from the room. The girls looked similar but didn't act the same. Unlike her twin sister, Hannah had inherited a temper, "Then why don't you just get out of here."

Dan saw Derek start toward his daughter and moved to stand between them, "No you won't. She may only be twelve but she has a right to speak her mind." He saw his stepson make himself calm down. "Derek, you said that you don't want to be here, so why don't you just go do something else. I'm afraid that your daughters no longer want to go with you."

With a slam of the door Derek and Valery were gone. It was only then that Allison let the tears come. She felt her father arms around her and just let it all out. Dan was really out of his element as he held her in his arms. Her sobs were racking her entire body and she was shaking all over. Hayley came back in and saw her mom crying and went to her. Then Hannah joined them. Soon Dan had his arms full of crying females and had no idea of how to help.

Allison was having a variety of emotions and thoughts; each was fighting the other in her brain. She finally pushed everyone away. "That's enough. He isn't worth the tears." Now that she saw her husband for what he really was, she was glad their marriage was over. "You girls want to go to Kidz World?" She knew the answer before she had asked the question, the girls loved to go there on Saturday afternoon. As they left, she whispered into her father's ear, "Have some cold beer when I get back."

When Allison returned, she found Dan in the basement with the requested beer. Sitting beside him, she took a big drink. "Somehow I feel free for the first time in years." As her marriage had gotten worse, Allison felt she was married to a complete stranger. They both slowly drifted apart. She and Derek hadn't been intimate for a long time. At least she hadn't, he had obviously been in Valery's bed. 

"Thank you Dan for letting us stay here," leaning in, she kissed him. Allison had not given him a short peck but a real kiss, and didn't stop until she felt him start to respond. Then she had to turn her head away to keep him from seeing her grin at his bewildered look. Snuggling next to him, she pretended to watch the television. 

Allison was making him feel things he had almost forgotten about, "You're welcome."

Because of the events of the past few months and the things that she had gone through, she had changed. Standing up to her soon to be ex-husband was just a sign of it. Allison knew that there were many people that would tell her she was wrong to do anything with her father. There were those that would tell her to wait before doing anything at all. She had enjoyed their kiss and had no intention of slowing down. Turning slowly, she innocently pressed her breast into him. 

Dan wondered if the room was getting warmer. First her intense kiss and now his daughter was cuddling. He saw her stretch and felt her arm go around his chest. He was off balance. Her embrace felt nice and even though he knew he should, he was reluctant to make her stop. When she started kissing his neck he just closed his eyes, and hoped that they wouldn't.

Letting her hand slide down his shirtfront, she let it drift lower and lower. Reaching the top of his jeans Allison raked her fingers across the front of them.

Dan felt her playing across his jeans. Her fingers were rubbing against the fabric and he could feel his cock reacting. "Ally, I..."

Allison stopped him with a kiss, more passionate than before. She knew what she was doing and was pleased when his tongue slipped between her lips. This would change them and she was okay with that. Her lips became more demanding as her fingers worked on his belt, jeans and zipper.

Dan's head was spinning. Not only was he on the receiving end of some of the most intense kisses he'd had in a very long time, her fingers were making him think of things he hadn't believed were a part of his life anymore. He softly moaned as she finally managed to free his semi hard cock, and she wrapped her fingers around it.

Laying her head against his chest Allison watched her hand play. His cock wasn't hard but it wasn't soft either. She liked seeing it slowly grow and hearing him moaning was music to her ears. Lowering her head, her tongue slid across the head and she licked it all over. She was fascinated watching the light reflect off of his graying pubic hair. Her lips formed an 'o' shape and she let his cock slide into her mouth and throat. 

Dan moaned, "Ah -- that feels so good."

Allison found it hard to smile while having a mouth full of cock. Instead, she licked and sucked trying to get him to make more sounds. She used to do this to Derek but had to stop. He would try to hold her head down and make her gag. Dan's cock slipped out of her mouth and the light glistened where she had made it wet.

Dan watched her with some doubts; there had been no one since his wife. "Ally -- um, I--a -- I mean it's been --."

Allison found his insecurity absolutely irresistible and pressed her lips to his, "S-h-h-h." She would enjoy the challenge. She helped him off with his shirt. Then kneeling in front of him, she took his shoes and socks off. When she pulled his jeans and underwear off of him, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and watched his face as she played.

Allison felt sexy as she stood up and to take her clothes off for him. She had never done anything like this before and watching the look of anticipation on his face was sending a charge all through her. She scrolled down the channels of his satellite trying to find some music that she liked.

Dan had loved her sucking and playing. He had shared an active sex life with his wife, but that had been awhile. Waiting for her to take her clothes off in growing in anticipation, he hoped that he didn't come across like an old fart and wished that he could look 30 again for her.

Allison was nervous taking her clothes off in front of Dan. She had never even thought of him in a sexual way. As she danced around a little, she could feel his eyes on her. Basically she was a shy person and had even made her husband turn out the lights before they did anything. Yet she wanted to do this for him and slowly undid her buttons. Finally, looking deep into his eyes, she let her shirt fall off.

Allison saw a hunger in his face and knowing that she had put it there made her feel impish. Moving closer to him she placed her foot on his leg. "Shoes and socks please," she had to suppress a giggle at his surprise. When both of her feet had been taken care of, she bent and kissed him then danced away when she felt him try to play. 

His gentle nature appealed to her but she wanted to find the passionate man inside. She opened her jeans, turned so that her butt was to him, and tried to slide them off as sexily as she could. She felt herself blush as she watched his face. His passion was obvious but she was surprised that she was also getting turned on by what she was doing. She wondered if professional strippers got turned on as they performed.

She took a deep breath. Even though she was getting turned on, the next part was going to be the hard part, her bra and panties. Reaching behind her back she unsnapped her bra. Allison maintained eye contact with him and let her bra fall to the floor. Her heart skipped a beat, he was anything but disappointed. She cupped her breasts, pointed her nipples at him and pulled on them.

Watching his young daughter doing a strip tease for him was making his blood flow. He knew how shy she was and how hard this had to be for her. Dan felt his cock react to what he was seeing and he wanted to see more.

Allison felt herself getting wet watching his reaction. She wished she was pretty and tried to be sensual as she peeled her panties off. She was shocked. Always when she looked at him she saw a man that would be faithful and never hurt her. After what she had been through with Derek she responded to those qualities. The look on his face was nothing like that. He had a hungry look on his face. He was a man that wanted her. A charge raced through her. She had put that look on his face and it felt like a drug. Walking over to him, she bent and pressed her lips to his. Even as she felt his lips respond she also felt his fingers touching her breasts. 




Father in Law



Dan knew better than just concentrating on her nipples and started with the sides and bottoms. He gently caressed all of her breasts and slowly made his way to her nipples. He was in no hurry as he played. 

Allison was already experiencing more tenderness than she ever had with Derek. She let Dan move her legs on the outside of his and just stood there letting him do whatever he wanted. "Mm."

Dan slipped his hands around her and grabbed her butt. He rubbed and squeezed her soft skin. Pulling her closer to him, he brought his mouth to her nipple.

Derek hadn't liked her on top so he never played with her. That was one of the things she had noticed about his new girlfriend. Valery had large breasts. "Um," she liked having her nipples sucked. "Ah-h-h," his finger barely slipped into her ass. That was a first for her. She was so looking forward to experimenting with him.

Feeling her relax, he slowly let his finger slide all the way in. With his free hand he brought her head down so they could kiss. He continued to slip his finger in and out even as his tongue played with hers. Finally taking his finger out he played with her pubic hair as they continued kissing.

Allison was having trouble standing. What he was doing to her was making her legs feel like rubber. Each playful tug on her pubic hair was making her wetter and wetter. Her nipples were hard little rocks standing out from her breasts.

Dan used his fingers to rub her clitoris softly in a circular motion. Her reaction was to continue softly moaning. Again he didn't hurry, he was enjoying himself. Very slowly, Dan started to increase speed. Her body responded to what he was doing.

He'd made a nice warm sensation start at her clit and spread outward. Derek hadn't wanted her for some time and Allison couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't done anything with her father sooner. 

"A-h-h," his finger gently slid inside of her. She felt so erotic just standing there with nothing on and letting him play. "Mm," as he slid his finger in and out, her pussy was getting steadily getting wetter. The pleasure softly and delicately intensified as he continued. "ah-ah-um," as he placed a second finger inside of her she bent down for a kiss.

Dan enjoyed the way she liked to put her tongue in his mouth. He returned her kiss as he continued to use two fingers to tease and please. When he used his thumb to also rub her clit, her lips became more and more demanding. Slowly he let his fingers increase in speed. 

"A-h-h-h," she started a rhythm matching his fingers.

He pushed her away and took his fingers out. They glistened from the wetness of her pussy. Grabbing her hips he pulled her close and started licking her pussy all over.

Allison sucked in her breath. Damn he was good at doing that. His tongue was making swirls on her clit that were driving her crazy. She could easily just stand there and let him continue until she climaxed, but not the first time. Maybe next time, she would let him do just that, and she would enjoy sucking him off at the same time. 

Dan felt himself being pushed and he settled back on the sofa. He watched his daughter climb onto the sofa, and place one of her legs on each side of him. Using her hand to guide herself into him, she lowered herself slowly and gently. His cock slid inside of her pussy like it belonged there. 

Even though she was basically shy about her body, Allison really loved this position. Making love was sweet and romantic, but every now and then, she liked take a break from the romantic kisses and slow penetration and just fuck. It was something her soon to be ex-husband never liked to do because it let her be in control. 

Dan was feeling more than he had for a long time. He pressed his lips to hers, "This feels so incredible." 

Allison had wondered if he was going to be like Derek. Derek had been the only man she'd ever had. Now that her father was inside of her, her mind just concentrated on the pleasure.

She started riding him making his hard cock slide in and out of her pussy. Allison saw him close his eyes to the pleasure she was giving him. The emotional lift she received to her spirit was intoxicating. It was exciting for her to be in control of what they were doing. But, knowing he was so turned on by it and enjoying it as much as she did made her want to try things she had never done before.

Allison maneuvered to a position that felt good to her that way her legs wouldn't get so tired so quickly. She wanted him to cum and well as get off herself and that wouldn't happen if she cramped up.

Her pussy felt hot and wet and so-o-o smooth, "Um," this feels so good. His wife used to enjoy experimenting. He loved it when they would switch positions and he would just let her do whatever she wanted to do. Apparently Allison was the same way. He was hypnotized by the way her breasts moved around as she fucked him. 

Allison saw him staring at her chest and his desire for her made her feel so sexy. Kissing him, she moved to put her breasts near his mouth. This caused her to have to change to slowly moving up and down. As he started sucking, she tried to keep her nipple there as they fucked.

Suddenly Allison felt his hands on her hips, and then he pushed her down hard. "Oh shit!"

Dan needed a release, "I want to cum. I want to cum inside of you."

It was music to her ears. Even as she heard him her body responded. Her pace got faster making him go deeper each time. She also needed a release and let herself go. Bouncing on top of him and grinding into him was causing his cock to hit everywhere in her.

Dan felt her movements getting jerky and knew that she was close to getting off. He could always tell when his wife would get there. He pushed her down on him, making his cock go deep. "Let yourself go."

Her eyes practically bulged out of her head. She was making different sounds as they fucked and decided to answer him by bouncing faster.

Having your hard cock inside of a woman was like nothing else he knew. The pleasure was so intense; it felt as if his cock was being sucked inside of her each time. Her different speeds and angles made it feel incredible. His step son was crazy. Allison was actually a very sexy, wild thing and all it took to make her want to give herself up to the passion she was feeling was to stop being treated like crap. 

Her whole body was on fire as she bounced up and down on top of him. She would switch to grinding into him and it felt like the greatest sex she'd ever had. Their natural rhythm and motion had them feeling in sync with each other. Even though his cock sliding in her was making every part of her body feel the pleasure of what they were doing, this was way more than just sex and she knew it. His hard cock in her felt good! She felt what they were doing in her entire body. Her spirit felt free. "Yes -- Yes -- Yes," her body started to spasm in sheer ecstasy. Waves of pure pleasure rocketed through her.

Dan moaned, "I'm cumming!"

Allison couldn't really feel him getting off inside of her. Her orgasm had continued without letting up or maybe it was more than one and they all blended together. But, she could picture in her mind huge jets of white cum shooting from his hard cock. 

They were both spent. Dan just held her to him and gently kissed her. "Thank you, even if we had never done anything Ally, I would still be so happy that you and the girls moved in here."

Her smile was on her face, but she felt it in her heart, "I know." She kissed him, got off, grabbed her clothes and went to get cleaned up. It was time for her to pick up the girls. Yet even as she left the room her mind was working on when they could get together again.



Father-In-Law & a Heavy Snowfall



It was snowing heavily and Hazel wondered if the bus would make it all the way home. It had struggled round the country roads and the steep hill was the final straw. The bus ground to a halt. The driver asked if anyone was able walk home; otherwise he advised people to wait on the bus until the recovery team came. Luckily for Hazel the bus had stopped a few yards from the end of her fiancé's parent's street. She would be able to stop there until the snow cleared, or stay the night if needs be. It was well past six o'clock so everyone was bound to be home.

Even though it wasn't far to walk Hazel was soon covered in snow that started to melt over her coat and jeans, leaving her wet through. She knocked on the side door - lights were shining behind the curtains so someone must be home. She was attempting to brush some of the snow off herself when Jack opened the door. 

"Hello!" he said, cheerful as usual, "What are you doing here?"

She stepped inside. Hazel was a good looking girl of twenty-one: 5' 4", auburn hair and with a 36-28-32 figure. Even in her winter clothes she looked good - if anything the cold made her eyes sparkle more than usual and brought a flush of colour to her cheeks. 

"The bus broke down at the end of Dove Street - I thought I'd see if I could stay here for awhile, until the weather calms down a bit." She started to unwind her scarf and take off her coat. 

"Well, you're more than welcome to, wouldn't want you out in such horrible weather. But I don't know if Matt'll be back tonight - he just rang to say he'll probably be staying the night in a hotel near work. And Rosemary's stuck round at her mother's house."

"Oh." Hazel's face dropped. Matt was her fiancé and Rosemary was his mum, and Jack's wife. "It's ok then - I'll ring my mum to come and pick me up."

"Don't be silly, I couldn't get the 4x4 out earlier so I don't think there's much chance of anyone coming to pick you up. It might have cleared by the morning and anyway, you can sleep in Matt's room."

Hazel wasn't altogether displeased at the thought of spending the night alone with Jack. Although she knew that nothing could ever happen she had harboured a secret attraction to him for a long time. At 48 he was still very good looking, sharing much of the same facial features as Matt but with the benefit of having grown into them over time. Much as she liked Matt's flat stomach, trim waist and muscular sportsman's legs there was always something which attracted her to older men. Perhaps it was the extra weight they carried, the broader shoulders and the sense that if someone like Jack really did want to have her, there would be nothing she could do to stop him. 

"But what about my clothes?" Hazel was stood in an ever-increasing puddle of melted snow. "I don't any spare ones with me."

"Just a minute, I'll go and get you Matt's dressing gown."

Jack soon returned, holding out a maroon coloured towelling gown. 

"Here you go. Take your clothes off here and I'll put them in the tumble drier. No point trailing water through the house. I'll leave you to it." 

Hazel took off her jeans, jumper, t-shirt and socks, leaving on only her matching white bra and pants. She pulled the dressing gown on and tied the belt around her waist. 

"Done!" she shouted.

Jack re-entered the room, took her clothes from her and perfunctorily shoved them in the drier. Whilst he was in the living room he had been considering how this situation was exactly like one of his fantasies; one where Hazel was trapped in the house with him with no-one else around. He had often thought about what he would do to her; what he would have her do to him. The mere thought of it was beginning to turn him on - it was a long time since he had bedded anyone near the age of twenty-one. Seeing her in the kitchen with only the robe on, with dampened hair that was just beginning to curl and roses in her cheeks did not help the situation. He tried to stop himself having thoughts about the soft, young body that lay beneath the dressing gown. 

"Right then; there's a bottle of wine open in the fridge if you want a glass. In fact, bring the bottle with you into the living room." 

There was nothing unusual about Jack asking her if she'd like a drink; they had often sat outside on a summers evening with a glass of wine while Rosemary did the garden or Matt mowed the lawn. She poured a glass, picked up the bottle and went to sit on the settee. Jack was sat in his usual chair, flicking through the TV channels. 

"This is cosy, isn't it?" He coughed. "Anything you want to watch in particular?" 

"No not really; I'll let you choose," Hazel replied. 

They both sat watching the TV for an hour, gradually getting through the bottle between them. The wine made Hazel bolder - alcohol always went straight to her head.

"It's not fair," she pouted, "Your chair's next to the radiator - I've only got a dressing gown on. I should be sat there."

"Come and sit here then," said Jack, looking at her with a smile and a challenging look in his eyes. Both knew that they had been to this line before but neither had ever dared to cross it. 

"What? Swap places you mean?" 

"No; there's plenty of room for us both to sit here. And I'm sure you're not that heavy."

"Fine - don't blame me if I squash you though!" She went and stood in front of him. "Are you sure about this?"

He nodded. Both knew that this was about more than sharing a chair, but to have said it aloud would have made the situation all too real. 

Hazel sat down so that she was sideways on to his body, with her bottom resting between his legs, and her legs over the arm of the chair. She still had the robe fastened but her legs were exposed as much as if she were wearing a mini-skirt. She made movements as if to settle herself down, which resulted in her rubbing herself against Jack's crotch. He draped his arm loosely over her legs and it was all he could do to stop himself from touching her properly there and then. His cock was fully erect in his trousers and he supposed that she must have felt it as she moved. Both still pretended to be engrossed in the television.

As they sat, pretending nothing was happening, Hazel shifted her bottom about so that Jack's cock was between her arse cheeks. Only a few thin layers of material were preventing them from fucking there and then. 

"Isn't it your bedtime yet?" he asked her with a grin.

"Bedtime?! How old do you think I am?" she answered with mock indignation. 

"Old enough to give me a kiss good night perhaps..." 

Hazel was turned on already but the realisation that her (nearly) father was actually propositioning her hardened her nipples and dampened her underwear even more. It was hard work to stop herself from with moaning delight. 

She inclined her face towards his and their lips met. This was no chaste, family kiss. They touched tongues hesitantly at first, his firm lips pressing down on her soft, full ones. Then the kiss grew more passionate, with Hazel letting out a gentle moan as his dominant tongue explored her mouth. His hand moved inside the dressing gown, cupping her breasts and stroking her hardened nipples through her under wear. They respond immediately to his caresses and Hazel felt herself becoming even wetter than before

"Take that off," he said, breaking their kiss, "I want to look at you."

She stood up in front of him and slowly let the robe fall from her shoulders. It revealed her near-naked body to his eyes, with her young firm breasts and sodden knickers. She could clearly see the outline of his erection through his trousers and her breathing quickened. 

Standing up, he reached round behind her and quickly undid the fastening on her bra. Her breasts, with their rose-pink nipples, were exposed to his touch. He touched one with each hand, squeezing and stroking them until Hazel thought she would orgasm from this alone. 

"Get down on your knees," Jack said suddenly, "I've wanted you to suck my cock from the moment I first saw you." Hazel did as she was told; she had always hoped that Jack would be a bit rough with her. She undid his belt buckle, then unbuttoned his trousers. It didn't take long for Jack's eight-inch dick to be exposed to her and she looked up at him in what she knew to be a very provocative way. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her already open mouth towards his cock. She felt it hit the back of her throat and tasted the salty pre-cum that had lubricated the tip. He was forcing it further into her mouth than she was used to, but Hazel loved the feeling of having her whole mouth filled with dick. He thrust in and out of her, moaning with every in-stroke, almost making her gag with it right down the back of her throat. Hazel braced herself for his cum to fill her mouth. Jack's thrusts quickened.

"Fuck me yes Hazel," he moaned as she felt her mouth being flooded with salty, sticky cum. Most of it she swallowed but some inevitably escaped down her chin. He pulled her up by her arms and licked it off her. 

"God, you don't know how many times I've dreamt about that," Jack said breathlessly, doing up his trousers.

"Probably just as much as I have," she replied with a smile, sitting down in his chair. 

Jack walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He leant against the door frame and took a long gulp from the glass, his breathing returning to normal. 

"I think it would be best," he said, "if we kept this to ourselves. Our secret."

"Well I wasn't going to tell Rosemary or Matt, if that's what you mean."

"Good. Because I'd never break up my family by fucking a whore like you."

Hazel was instantly taken aback by his change in tone. 

"What?!" she said incredulously, "You wanted that just as much as I did!"

"No - you seduced me. I can't be blamed for you sucking me off. What man would turn that down?"

"But..." Hazel stammered, "I thought that you were like me. I thought you understood me. All those times you comforted me when I'd had a disagreement with my family..."

He finished the water and went back into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of whisky.

"I think you'd better go to bed now, Hazel."

Hazel slammed the living room door and sobbed as she ran upstairs, throwing herself on Matt's bed. How could she have been so stupid? she thought. What if Matt were to find out? She had always thought that Jack really cared for her, that if she'd been a bit older and he'd been a bit younger then they could have been happy together. Now it just seemed as though he'd lusted after her because she was young and pretty, not because of who she was. Her tears wet the pillow as she cried herself to sleep. 

Jack sat downstairs, whisky glass resting on his stomach. He rubbed one hand over his face and felt himself filled with a confusion of thoughts. On the one hand he knew that he couldn't fuck her, as much as he wanted to. If Matt or Rosemary found out then his family would be gone, and family was very important to Jack. On the other hand he really did want her. She was right, there had been times when he felt that there was something very special between them. If she had been young when he was, he didn't doubt that he would have fallen madly in love with her. As it was though, he was 48 and she was 21 - there was no changing that fact. They could never be together properly but he knew that if he started sleeping with her he'd never be able to stop. And that would just increase the risk of getting caught. He regretted calling her a whore, but he thought it was for the best if she was to think he had only used her for a blow job. 

He went to fetch the bottle of whisky, pouring himself a large measure first. Sitting down, he closed his eyes and gradually fell to sleep. 

When he awoke the TV was playing static and the clock on the mantle piece said quarter past three. Jack opened the curtain and stood looking at the dark snow covered landscape. It still hadn't stopped falling. He turned the lights off downstairs and went up to bed. 

The landing light was on and Matt's door was open - a chink of light fell onto Hazel's sleeping body. The cover had slipped from her and Jack could see her chest rising and falling in regular motion. He quietly slipped into the room and pulled the covers back over her so that she wouldn't be cold. As he did so she opened her eyes sleepily, smiling at first then obviously remembering what he had said earlier.

"Go away," she said coldly, turning her back to him.

"I'm sorry Hazel... I didn't mean it."

She didn't reply so he reached out and held one of her wrists. 

"Get off," she said, trying to pull away but failing. 

He grabbed her other wrist so that she was laid on her back looking up at him.

"Listen. I shouldn't have said what I did."

"I thought I was in love with you Jack. I thought that all those looks, all those accidental touches meant that you felt something of what I did."

"I do. I mean... I don't know. I want to but we can't."

"Then why are you sat here, holding me down to the bed?"

"Because I can't help myself."

He leant forward and kissed her gently on the lips. 

"This is dangerous," she said. 

"I know, but I want you."

"I want you too."

He let go of her arms and within seconds he was out of his shirt and trousers and lying on top of her on the bed. She could feel his erection through his underwear, pressing between her legs. Hazel felt fragile underneath him - this was no young twenty year old boy. This was a real man. Once again the thought of him was making her damp and she could feel her lubrication seeping onto her knickers. He looked into her eyes as she ran her fingers lightly down his back. Then, as if something snapped in both of them, they pushed their bodies against each other's and passionately kissed. She could smell whisky and after shave and sweat; he breathed in the scent of the perfume she always wore and the underlying warmth of her body. 

Hazel quickly removed her bra and Jack quickly brought his mouth to her nipples she arched her back up to meet him, sighing as he took one and then the other in his mouth, sucking and biting until she gently pushed him further downwards. He kissed down her smooth, supple stomach whilst removing her underwear swiftly with his hands. Jack parted her thighs to reveal her youthful, glistening cunt. A fine covering of hair the same colour as that on her head parted as he pushed her legs wider and slowly ran his tongue up her slit to her clitoris. She gave a moan of surprise as he slipped his thumb inside her while still massaging her clit with his tongue. Hazel bucked her hips as his movements became quicker and she could feel herself beginning to orgasm. He put another finger inside her, immediately making her come. Although he could have spent all night licking her out, she tasted that sweet, he knew that he just had to get his dick in her. 

"Turn over," he said. 

Hazel did as she was told and lay on her front, pushing her bottom into the air. She knew what he wanted to see. He took off his underwear and positioned himself behind her, both hands holding her hips in place. His cock was right at the opening of her pussy, teasing her and getting covered in her wetness. 

"Please Jack," she almost sobbed, "Please... I want you in me."

"Are you ready then?" he asked, teasing her some more. 

"Yes!"

With that he plunged his cock deep inside her as she gasped with pleasure and almost pain as he was the biggest she had ever had. He could feel her soft, moist cunt enveloping his dick and he struggled not to shoot his load straight away. However, he had spent too long looking forward to this, so he slowly pulled himself out then pushed back in again. Hazel was moaning with what was obviously her second orgasm - he had never known a girl come so quickly. Jack set up a steady rhythm, slowly fucking her cunt and enjoying the sensation of having a woman who had never given birth. Gradually Hazel began push back harder and harder, making him speed up until he knew that it would be seconds before he came. 

"Can I come I inside you Hazel?" he panted.

"Yes," she sighed. 

He slammed himself against hr pelvis, fucking her hard. She pushed back and he could feel the pressure building up until, with a loud grunt, he shot himself inside her. 

He stayed in her for a minute, feeling his come mingle with hers, getting his breath back. Then he let go of her hips and they both collapsed on the bed. They lay facing each other and he stroked her hair away from her forehead. She smiled dreamily at him.

"Do you think we could do this again sometime?" he asked.



Father In Law Confidential



The Trip Begins

When my wife and I moved back to Denver from Las Vegas, her mom and dad flew down to help us with the move. After a few days of packing, the moving van arrived and we basically got out of the way while the company loaded up the truck. While the movers were busy doing their thing, Edward and I dropped the girls off at the McCarran airport for their flight to Denver.  Edward and I were going to drive the car to Denver and meet up with the girls in a few days. 

Back at the house the movers were just about finished but it was around six pm by the time they pulled away in their truck. With everything finally taken care of we just needed to drop off the keys with the realtor in the morning and hit the road for Denver as early as possible. So Edward and I settled in, setting up an air mattress on the living room floor and a portable TV to watch the ball game.

That night in the vacant house we rested in the solitude atop the air mattress with out backs propped against the wall watching the small TV that was elevated on a suitcase at the foot of the air bed. The cheers of Dodgers and Rockies fans echoed in the empty room as we shared a case of twenty four Bud that was on ice in a cooler next to Edward. After five beers I began to feel the pull of the void and I let go and fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I awoke later I was alone in the room. The light from the TV flickered into the darkened room but the volume was turned all the way down and the ball game was apparently over. Upstairs a toilet flushed and I could hear the faucet turn on in the bath tub. A few seconds later I heard the clunk of the lever to engage the shower, followed by the sound of the spray hitting the bottom of the tub.  Still feeling good from the beers I decided to make my way upstairs and get ready for a shower in the master bath. Upstairs the door to the main bath was wide open and I stopped and leaned against the door frame, rubbing my eyes. 

"About time you got up," Edward chuckled, "I'm gonna take a quick shower tonight so I can just get up and go in the morning." He turned and pulled his golf shirt off over his head to reveal a perfectly furry chest and a fuzzy, full belly. Ed was about 5'6'' and though his brown hair was really thinning on top he was hardly grey at all for being 66 years old. He had the build of a small bull and aside from his obvious beer belly he was in great shape. I watched him check his beard in the mirror as if he was contemplating a shave. He turned sideways to me, facing the steaming shower, and began to remove his pants. I watched closely as he lifted each leg out of his trousers and I stared at the crotch of his underwear - he sported a sizable pouch in his white cotton BVD briefs. 

"I think I'll go jump in the shower in my bedroom," I said while watching him, "I'll see you down stairs in a few minutes." I turned and made my way toward the bedroom, but before I entered I glanced back down the hall. From the shadows I could see directly into the bath room where the door was still wide open. I thought it was a little strange that he didn't shut the door, but without the girls around I guess he figured he didn't need to. Overcome with lust I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to my ankles and began pulling my cock slowly while I watched the show.

Edward slid his briefs down off his smooth white ass and flung them onto his pile of clothes with a flick of his toe. I could see the perfect trail of black hairs marching down from his navel to the broad patch of his chest-nut-brown pubic hairs. His cock was a big, fat nub sitting atop a nicely hung pair of big, furry nuts. His portly frame was sexy, no doubt, but he carried himself with confidence that always made him seem sexy to me. He was a man's man, who prided himself in his raw sensuality and I wanted to be just like him. He loved to please women, and he took great pride in his attention to the female orgasm. I knew because he'd tell you all about it if you asked him, especially after a few beers.  I guess that's what made me so curious in the first place. Edward had told me stories on several occasions about how he would make the girls crazy with his big cock and how we could make love for hours, often cumming multiple times. "Hosing them down," he called it. Wow! I tried not to appear too interested those times as I listened, but I always got an erection while watching him tell those stories. As he spoke in his deep, soft voice he had this habit of adjusting his balls with a tweak of his hand every so often, making anyone with him momentarily shift their attention to the outline of his nuts filling out a nice package in whatever pants he wore. Still, aside from my constant "crotch watch" campaign, I had never seen him fully naked until then.

I watched, captivated. He raised his leg to step into the tub and I could see his dark balls hanging against his other thigh. He stepped into the shower and aimed the shower head on an angle toward the wall - there was no shower curtain because everything had been removed when we packed. I watched him wash his hair and lather up his chest and rinse the shampoo from his head. He reached down and turned off the water but he continued to lather his body with a bar of soap. There is something incredibly erotic about watching a man wash his cock and balls and seeing the white suds swept over their chest and pubic hairs. He raised his feet, one at a time to the edge of the tub to soap them up and it was then that I was given a better view of his soapy cock, suddenly grown thicker and longer since entering the shower. Even semi aroused his cock surpassed mine in length and thickness. I remember thinking that all the stories must have been true. Edward really did have a monster cock that would make the girls scream.

He soaped up his butt cheeks and worked a hand in deep to clean his ass. With his other hand he began stroking his cock, pulling it, stretching it out and cleaning around the head. I could see he was almost fully erect as he slid his soap cover hand over his slippery cock. I was waiting for him to really get going on it, but instead he turned on then shower and began to rinse off the suds. My God he was beautiful: so thick and portly and rugged, glistening under the rivers of water streaming down his back and over his chest. He was so self confident and horny. He was perfection. 

I wanted to stay and watch him dry off but I knew if I waited much longer he'd catch me wanking myself in the hall way. While he was busy rinsing I hurried into my old master bedroom - there was a glass shower stall there and I stripped down and got in and began washing up. My cock remained hard as I went about my shower routine.  I washed my hair last and when I was done I twisted the water off and reached for a towel.

My eyes were three quarters closed when I saw Edward step forward and hand me a towel.

"It's a little wet from when I used it but it's the only one we got," he said, "Guess we didn't think we'd be having one last shower here."

"Thanks," I said and I took the towel and held it so the length of it draped down in front of me blocking his direct view of my hard cock.

"What goes around comes around," he said with a smile and I watched him turn and leave the room wearing nothing but his clean, white BVD's.

A few minutes later, holding the towel around my waist, I headed back to the living room and I could hear the TV again as I made my way down the stairs. Edward, still wearing nothing but his briefs, reclined on his side of the air mattress with his back propped up against the wall, his legs out stretched and crossed at the ankles. He looked like a big furry bear in underwear! When he saw me he tilted his beer and finished it, then he reached into the cooler beside him and fished out two more.

"We gotta finish these tonight," he said, "we can't bring these with us in the car and I don't plan on throwing em away."

I took the beer from him and popped the lid and took a deep drink. I gazed down at him as he watched the TV and in the flickering light I swear his briefs were so full that they couldn't possibly hold any more.

I dug a pair of underwear out of my small suitcase and turned my back to him and slipped them on.

"No need to be shy around me, boy," he said, "Hell, you got no need to be shy packing they way you are. I seen you in the shower."

I wanted to say something about seeing him too, but I let it pass with a laugh. I made myself comfortable on the mattress beside him, sitting as he was with my pack against the wall, wearing nothing but my briefs. 

We watched an old rerun of Hawaii-5-O and drank our suds and I was really starting to get a buzz after my seventh beer. No longer sleepy after the shower I laid awake watching TV until Edward slid down further on the bed and fell asleep on top of the blankets. After he had been snoring for a few minutes I adjusted myself to get a better view of his cock and belly. Once again my cock was as hard as a rock and I pulled it out from the top of my underwear and began to pull it slowly, savoring the masturbation while looking down at Edward.

I stopped to finish off the bottom of my beer and realized I was getting a little drunk. I wanted another beer. I slid up close to Edward, close enough that I could feel the heat from his skin down the length of my body. I picked a spot over his groin and leaned over him slowly to reach into the cooler for a beer. I lingered there, feeling his package pressed under me, feeling the hairs on his belly bristle against mine. I remember the heat - his groin was so hot that I could feel its radiance against my abdomen. He stirred and I quickly pulled a beer out of the cooler and sat up-right, dripping a trail of ice cold water across his chest. He was startled awake and looked over at me with wide eyes, but still half asleep.

"Sorry, just getting another beer," I said. "Oh, no problem," he said, relaxing again, "I just needed a little nap. I think I'll join you."

Ed got himself a beer and sat up a little to drink it.

A couple more beers flowed into us and all our cares slowly drifted away.

"Tell me one of your stories," I asked, "one of your 'girls gone wild' stories. A real good one."

At that point the beer was really talking and Edward began recounting a trip to Germany when he was in the army and how he screwed two girls at the same time in a barn behind their father's house. 

As he told the story I watched him lower his left hand onto his crotch, cupping his package and rubbing his thumb back and forth over the top of the white cotton.

I slipped my hand into my underwear and began rubbing myself and I whispered to him, "Jesus I can't stand it. I'm just way too fucking drunk and horny."

As if I hadn't said a word, Edward just went right on with his story, which ended with him blowing his load twice, once on each of the girls.  

I pulled my cock out and began stroking its full length beside him and that got his attention.

"There," he said, "I told you there was no need to be shy around old Edward. But unless you're quick to reload I'd slow down a bit."  

I stopped stroking myself and looked down at Ed, drinking him up with my eyes, feasting on his image before me.

"Have you ever done a three way where the woman was fucking another man at the same time?" I asked, probing for a bisexual type encounter.

"There have been a few times where that's happened, but it was never by choice. Sometimes you find yourself in situations where the best thing to do is just to go with the flow," he said, "If it feels good do it! ...those are words I live by."

"God, I'm feeling good right now," I said, stroking my cock again.

"Me too," Edward said, "but I never get off alone, so if you don't mind?" He spread his leg over to my side of the bed and crossed his leg over mine down near the ankle. I watched him slip his hand down under the elastic waist band of his briefs to fondle himself.

I leaned toward him and whispered in his ear, "I thought you'd never ask," and I moved down next to him, putting skin to burning skin. I rolled onto my left side and leaned my body toward him as he lay on his back. I hiked my right leg up over his thigh until my knee made contact with his hand that was still in his underwear. I ran my hand over his hairy chest and gently pinched both nipples, and then I rubbed my hand down over his furry belly until my fingers entered into his thick, brown pubic patch. I raked my fingers though his pubes for several minutes - I was enchanted by the softness, thrilled by the sensation of heat so near by. I lowered my hand on top of his underwear, where I could feel his hand caressing himself beneath. 

"Now see what you're doing to me?" he said. 

I propped myself up on his chest to watch him. He pulled his hand out of his shorts and the thick mushroom head of his cock was poking up under the elastic waist of his briefs. I watched his dick grow and stretch until the shaft was lying up on his lower abdomen and his cock head had extended beyond his belly button. It was the first time I had watched a man get an erection, but I knew in my heart that this was no ordinary man. I moved my hand down to feel his balls under the soft white cotton briefs and they felt big and hot under my fingers. I slid my hand up and grasped his throbbing organ and jacked him slowly, savoring the sensation of having the largest cock I had ever seen sliding under my palm. "Sweet Jesus, look at that, " I said, stroking his rock hard member.

I slipped off my underwear then helped Edward remove his as well. I got down between his legs and pushed his knees up to his chest to help serve up his ass hole and Ed looped his arms down under his knees to help hold the position.

I licked around his hairy ball sack. He smelled faintly of soap and old spice. I made my way down to his perfect rose bud, licking the rim around and around.

"Ohh, yeah.... Niiiccccce," Edward groaned, "I guess you _can_ teach an old dog new tricks." 

I grabbed hold of his big, old cock and began pounding on it, stroking it's full length while continuing to rim him. I worked my tongue in and around his hole as best I could and I sucked and nibbled at him, pressing my face down hard on his ass.  I looked up to watch Edward: his eyes were closed and his head was lying off to one side, his mouth was open and his tongue was swirling around his lips. I slid my middle finger past his sphincter muscle and began fucking him with my finger. 

"Ohh, that's it!" he said and he grabbed hold of his cock and milked it, hard.

His body tensed beneath me and a couple of minutes later his cock exploded. I watched his cock fire a stream of cum like a rocket - a line of thick, white ejaculate flew up onto his chin and down on his neck. The second string flew onto his chest, spanning from his left nipple half way down his belly and it lay, suspended, on his carpet of body hair. The final spurts left a big puddle of cum just above his belly button.

I leaned over him and sucked up his pool of cum and swallowed. I sucked up the rivers of cum, up over his chest, up the side of his neck and onto his chin. Edward grabbed my head and pressed my cum covered lips onto his month and filled me with his tongue, sucking and kissing his own seed from my lips. He embraced me and continued to make love to my mouth.

I rolled over onto my back as Edward sat up and began digging through his overnight bag. Seconds later he was kneeling at the foot of the mattress with a small tube of Vaseline. I didn't think it was very funny.

"This has come in handy a few times and now I never leave home without it. The old girl gets dry and this makes getting into her a whole lot easier," he said, "Want to try it?" His cock was still rock hard and throbbing as he smeared it with the Vaseline. 

"Sure, I have always wanted a lubed up nine inch beer can shoved into my ass," I said sarcastically. But that's about what it looked like. He had grown so long and thick that I couldn't imagine getting it inside me. 

"Just lean back like I was and we'll take our time," Edward said, as he slipped a couple of slippery fingers into my ass. He worked it, nice and slow until he was pressing the tips of four fingers past my rose bud. I watched his every move with wonder. He seemed to know just what to do and I trusted him to be gentle. It felt nice, but I wanted more. I reached down and pulled his hand away.

"Please... try it now."

"Now you just relax and enjoy it, boy. Once you get past the burn you let me know and I'll ride you as long and as hard as you like. You take the reigns now, cuz this old stud is gonna make a mare out of you."

Edward leaned back and dropped his cock head down against my gaping ass hole and began to slowly mount me. The pain was intense and it burned like mad. He moved the head completely in and out a few times, but on each re-entry he pushed a little harder and a little deeper. After about 20 minutes of this he began to pick up the speed a little and I could really feel him filling up my ass with his big cock.

"Nice," I whispered.

"You ready now, son?" 

"Ummm," I moaned.

"Your as ready as your gonna be," Edward said. 

He held my legs up by the ankles and with a thrust of his broad hips he dropped his cock into me all the way. I felt like I was going to split in two and I gasped as the pain spiked up through my spine.

"Fuck!" I hissed, unable to say another word at that moment. I reached up and dug my fingers into his back as he began to pump his monster cock into me. Faster and faster he slammed, in and out - empty, full, empty, full. The sensation was both sensual and terrifying. 

"Faster," I said, "Fuck me harder. HARDER!"

Edward shifted his weight and suddenly he was like an engine firing all it's pistons at once. 

My hard cock, laying on my belly, began to spray cum up onto my chest as Edward continued his final assault.

He rode me without mercy, hard and deep, pounding his cocks full length into my ass for a good two or three minutes.

"Christ, I can't take any more!" I cried.

"Ok, boy," he said, "all you had to do was say so." He leaned back onto his knees and quickly withdrew his massive organ and began pumping it with his fist. I looked down to watch him and it almost didn't look real the way his hand was only covering about half of his shaft. I watched him work his big, purple cock into a frenzy until his juice began to fly. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth and groaned as he held his cock steady. I watched the piss slit on the head of his cock gape open as jets of clear cum... sprayed... out.... over me. 

Edward was glistening with sweat all over his hairy chest and his cock dripped like a faucet with a bad gasket. He leaned forward and pressed his body on top of mine, sliding his board chest through our mingled juices.  I raked my fingers across his back and held him tight, savoring the weight of his big, burly frame.

"That was beautiful," I said.

"That... was some honest to goodness man sex," Edward said as he rolled off of me onto his back, "Welcome to the family."



Father-In-Law Shemale Adventure



My wife's parents were visiting LA from back east. We live in a small one-bedroom apartment in the valley. She wanted them to stay with us but we didn't have room. They got a room in West Hollywood. My wife and her mom had gone shopping for the day. I was supposed to be at work but at the last moment I decided to take the day off. Since the girls were out, I went to visit Jack my father.

Jack was 55 year old but constant trips to the gym had kept him in great shape. He was a couple inches shorter than my 6' height. 

As I was turning into the hotel, I noticed Jack pulling out. I tried to get his attention but he was oblivious to the sound of my horn. After turning around in traffic, it took me a couple of miles to catch up to him. Just as I was about honk my horn he pulled over at an apartment building and picked up a beautiful young Latino girl that was standing on the corner. She had long dark black hair. The girl was barely wearing a halter-top and tight mini skirt. She had a dark brown complexion. Her large breasts struggled to get out of the tiny top. The high heals she wore made her seem taller than the 5'10" she was.

I didn't know what to do. I had never even thought that Jack would be picking up pussy on the side. My curiosity was peaked so I followed them. They only went a couple of blocks before stopping a dive bar. I thought about calling my wife but decided to find out more first. 

About ten minutes after Jack and his Latin honey, I entered the bar.

I spotted them in a booth in corner. She was all over my father. 

I went to the bar because I needed a drink. After downing a couple of shots from the bar, I decided to confront them. 

After settling my tab, I noticed they weren't in the booth any longer. I checked bathroom.

Upon entering the mensroom I got the shock of my life. Jack was on his knees and the Latino girl had her skirt hiked up. It turned out she was a shemale because Jack had his lips wrapped around about 8 inches of fat brown Latin cock. I stood there staring not knowing what to do.

My loving wife's dad was on his knees sucking a shemale's fat cock like a pro. They realized they had company when the door closed. Jack stood up quickly.

Wiping his mouth, he said, "Son, what are you doing here."

"Jack, what the hell is going on?"

"I can explain."

"Well I am listening. What will your wife and daughter think when they find out?"

"Mark, please don't say anything."

The shemale was still standing there stroking her hard dick. She smiled at me. Up close she was even more beautiful than I had originally thought. Her eyes were a dark brown. She had pouty lips that almost begged to be kissed. She was an extremely sexy woman in every sense except one.

I asked, "Can you please put that away. I am trying to talk to my father and I can't think straight with that thing just hanging there."

She said, "I can but I was really close to cumming. If you could just give me a few minutes"

It was huge. I couldn't help it. Every time I looked her way that salami was hanging there. 

I had always liked Jack and the turmoil that telling my wife or her mother would cause was too great.

Relenting I said, "Look Jack, I won't tell anyone. Why don't you finish what your started so we can get out of here."

Jack introduced me to his lover "Rita this is Mark, my son. Mark meet Rita."

She said to Jack, "Baby come suck my cock some more." 

My 7" cock grew hard watching my father suck Rita's shemale dick.

Rita noticed the growing bulge in my pants and said, "Mark, it looks like that is a nice piece of meat you have there. Would you like me to take care of it?"

I started to refuse but then I thought what the hell. I had never been with a shemale but no one would be the wiser. Jack, who was busy, sucking Rita's cock, certainly wasn't going to tell.

I walked over to where Rita and Jack were. She opened my pants and pull out my cock. Sheila pulled me closer to her by my cock. I looked down at Jack licking her long shaft like he was in heaven. My wife's dad really enjoyed sucking shemale dick. I kissed Rita as she stroked my cock. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation of being jacked off.

When I received another surprise. I felt a tongue lick under the head of my cock. I quickly opened my eyes to see Jack licking my cockhead. My father was licking the same penis that had fucked his little girl. I lost it and shot all over his face.

Sheila laugh, "Jack is great little cock sucker isn't he." She turn

Jack away from my cock and fucked his cum soaked face with her brown monster.

While I was calming down from my orgasm, Jack received Rita's version of a protein injection as she dumped her load in his greedy cocksucking mouth.

Cleaning his face Jack said, "Son we need to talk."

I agreed.

We sat together in their booth.

The waitress introduced herself as Susan. She was a 5'11 blonde with blue eyes. Susan had a tight t-shirt that showed her impressive tits. She was hot. She smiled and asked, "Rita, hon. how are you doing. You spent so much time in the bathroom, I almost came to check on you."

Rita didn't even blink, "You should have. Jack, here was sucking my cock when Mark decided to join us."

Jack and I turned red with embarrassment.

Susan said, "Wow that sounds like fun. Too bad I missed out. Can I get you something to drink?"

We ordered a round of beers.

I asked Rita, "Does Susan know your a... Well a shemale."

"Know, why Mark baby she has a fat shemale cock almost a long as mine."

Briefly the image of Susan and Rita having sex passed through my mind.

I finally had to ask Jack, "How long have you been having sex with shemales."

"I met my first one about two years ago. I have been discreetly having sex with them whenever I get the chance. When Jane (his wife) and I decided to visit LA, my current shemale lover told me to give Rita a call."

"Does Jane know?"

"No"

"How long have you been sucking cock?"

"It started with my roommate in collage. I wouldn't say I am gay. But I am definitely bi. We came home drunk one night. Cocks had always fascinated me. Anyway I ended up on my knees sucking his hot college cock. After that we would get together occasionally throughout the first three years. Then I met my wife and I walked the straight and narrow after that. After many years Jane lost interest in sex. I was left to jackoff alone until I found out about shemales. Mark they are the best of both worlds." Jack placed his hand on Rita's leg.

Jack asked, "Was I the first guy to swallow your cum."

Embarrassed by his directness, I nodded yes.

"I know you enjoyed it. You almost gagged me with the force of your orgasm." 

Rita smiled, "Listening to you two talk about cocksucking is making me ready for round two. What do you say we continue this conversation at my place."

I wasn't sure I wanted to take it any further. I said, "I really can't I need to be getting home."

After some convincing from the two of them. I called my wife and told her I was meeting her father for drinks and we would be home late. I followed Jack to Rita's apartment.

Rita asked, "Can I get either of you a drink."

Jack said, "No, thanks."

I took a beer.

When Rita returned from the kitchen she had taken off her skirt. The site of her standing in the doorway wearing only her halter-top, high heels and fishnet stockings was amazing. Her semi-hard brown baseball bat was hanging between her legs. I almost wanted to worship it and I was beginning to see how Jack had become so infatuated with shemales.

Jack began removing his clothes. Not wanting to be left out I followed suit and disrobed.

Rita stood over Jack and fed him her growing penis. He took the first few inches into his mouth easily but I could tell he wanted that entire brown banana down his throat.

Rita motioned for me to come over to them. I gulped down the rest of my beer and went to her. We kissed, a long sloppy kiss that was all tongue. My hands naturally went to her breasts. They were nice and firm. I managed to release them from the top. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars but they were dark almost black in color. Rita's nipples were large and erect. I twisted her nipples while she face fucked Jack.

I couldn't resist sucking on her big tits. As I chewed on Rita's left breast she moaned, "Fuck that feels good. Just a little harder. Now bite it."

My hard as a rock, cock slapped Jack up side the face as he sucked Rita's shemale meat. He reached out and stroked it without stopping his treatment of Rita.

I really enjoyed the visual scene of my father sucking a big shemale cock like it was a lollipop while he pumped my dick with equal enthusiasm.

Rita said, "Mark, I want to taste your hot hard cock. Jack help me get your son off." 

Rita bent over and took my cock into her hot mouth. Jack sucked on my balls. He wet his finger and inserted it slowly into my asshole.

It felt incredible having two people work on my dick at the same time. I was about to dump my load down Rita's throat when she begged me to fuck her ass.

Rita said, "Jack, honey lube my asshole with your tongue. I want Mark to fuck me with his hard cock."

She bent over exposing her pink rosebud to Jack, so he could rim her.

Rita told Jack, "Now make sure Mark is ready to fuck me." He licked my dick enough to slick it up. Jack then help shove my cock up Rita's hot ass. Her ass was really tight. I fucked her slowly at first. Jack massaged my balls. He also licked my shaft where it met Rita's tight hole. 

Rita moaned, "That's it stud fuck my tight ass. Damn that feels good."

I backed almost completely out and then went all the way back in. I loved the way her ass gripped my cock. I pounded Rita's ass with a steady long-stroke that was driving the two of us insane with pleasure. One time, I missed and my cock slipped out of Rita's ass. Jack took it into his mouth and I face fucked him a little. He sensed Rita's desire and helped me reenter her abused shemale ass-cunt. 

I picked up my tempo, fucking her and building to an orgasm but before I could cum Rita stopped me. She said, "Mark, hold on don't cum yet. I need to fuck someone. Jack, Honey I want your ass Lets move to the bedroom.

Not wanting it to end but seriously needing to cum, I reluctantly pulled out of her. The three of us went into Rita's bedroom. The room had a large king size bed and mirrors lined one wall and the ceiling. 

Rita lay on her back on the bed. She had Jack squat over her steel pole. After trying to enter his dry tight hole unsuccessfully Rita said, "Mark, look in the dresser for a tube of lube and bring it to me."

I found the lube and brought it to her bedside.

She asked, "Please squirt some on my cock. I need to get it good and slick because Jack's ass is really tight."

I squeezed out a generous amount of lubricant on her fat meat. It was fascinating being so close to another person's hard cock. It was thicker at the base than the head. The veins stood out and seem to pulse. I reached out and rubbed the lube in as if I was applying suntan lotion to prevent sunburn. Her cock was heavier than I thought it would be. A thrill ran through me that I felt all over. I stroked Rita's brown cock until it was shiny and slick with lube. 

"Mark, help me get my cock up Jack's tight ass. Hold it for me while he lowers himself onto my dick."

I took a lube-covered finger and rubbed his rosebud. Jack's hard cock started jumping. I inserted a finger into his ass and he moaned. I then took Rita's slick Latin sausage and put it to his awaiting ass.

Jack eased down onto her cock. Inch after inch, slowly disappeared into his hot manhole.

Jack said, "Fuck Rita, your cock is fucking huge." He eased up and down on her hard monster. I massaged her balls and his balls. I even stroked Jack's cock. Jack controlled the pace of the fuck and he wanted to be pounded. Rita did her best to keep up as Jack wildly bounced on her penis. 

Without pulling out of Jack's abused asshole, Rita flipped him onto his hands and knee's. She fucked him mercilessly doggie style for a while. Jack squirmed, moaned, begged and cried but at no point during that time did I get the impression he wanted her to stop.

Rita said, "Mark, this feels incredible. Do you want to try it?"

Watching was one thing, I wasn't sure I wanted to fuck my father in the ass.

Jack said, "Mark, come on. I love being ass-fucked. It's just us."

I let my hard cock decide. As Rita pulled out of Jack's stretched asshole, I got my first look at his sphincter. It was red and stretched for Rita's cock.

I thought, "Any minute now I will be fucking a guy in the ass." 

It wasn't some stranger I was about to sodomize; it was the father of my loving wife. I pushed into Jack's waiting ass with the ease that comes from following a larger Hispanic shemale baseball bat. His ass muscles drew me in until my balls were brushing his balls. The ball on ball sensation would have been great by itself but the glove feeling his anal cavity gave my prick was out of this world. 

As I fucked him, I loved watching the reflection of myself stroking in and out of Jack's asshole.

Jack said, "Come on son. Fuck my ass. No wonder my daughter married you. Your a fucking stud."

I fucked him harder with that encouragement. 

Rita made jack blow her. After a short time Jack was getting fucked hard from both ends. I couldn't last any longer. I shot my load up his hot ass. I thought I was having a seizure. My cock kept ejaculating. Finally the spasms stop and I collapsed on the bed.

I watched as Rita came all over Jack's face. I couldn't help noticing cum leaking from his hole.



Father In Law Teaches Wife Sex



My wife and I had been married for ten years. We enjoyed a normal sex life but nothing too wild. I had long fantasized about Cindy being with another man but she always called me a “pervert” anytime I bought the situation up. Cindy was 30 years old standing 5’4” and weighing 115lbs. She was not a model but looked good with a firm stomach, small breasts and shoulder length brown hair. 

During the month of August we traveled to Sarasota to visit with my parents. My Dad had retired and they had moved about a year ago to their summer home. My mom had gone to visit her sister in Chicago and we had the house to ourselves. My Dad enjoyed working on his sail boat and for the first several days we saw very little of him. We had enjoyed several dinners and conversation but he would head to his room early and be gone by sunrise the next morning. 

My Dad was 64 years old and fashioned himself a playboy. He was strong and fit for his age and was always looking at women and commenting. He enjoyed drinking and loved the party life that Florida had offered him. Several times at dinner I thought I noticed him looking at Cindy. He would tell me privately how lucky I was and how he imagined she was a great fuck. I attributed his comments to his drinking and didn’t think much of it. 

On Friday afternoon Cindy and I had spent most the day at the beach. Cindy was wearing a very attractive two piece high cut bathing suit and was looking exceptionally hot all day. As we left the beach area Cindy had put a sheer wrap around her and we walked back to our rental car through the marina parking lot. Just as we got to the car my Dad approached and offered to take us on an overnight cruise with him. 

Cindy quickly agreed and told me how much she wanted to take a sunset cruise. I finally agreed and Dad told me to go back to the house and retrieve some clothes, steaks for dinner and some liquor. He said he would show Cindy the boat and we would leave port as soon as I returned. I kissed Cindy and left on my errands.

When I returned to the boat Dad was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and had his shirt off showing his muscular chest. Cindy was lying on the back bench of the boat on her stomach as Dad rubbed her down with sun tan oil. Dad had no underwear on and I could see his enormous cock raging hard poling from the pant legs of his shorts as he applied the oil to Cindy’s lower back and legs. There were several empty bottles of Smirnoff Ice lying around the floor. 

Dad looked up at me as I put down the groceries and bags saying “About time you got back son. I’ll be finished with this little lady in a minute and we can get underway, wouldn’t want her to burn would you?”

“I guess not” I replied as I began undoing the deck lines. 

We cruised out for about an hour from the coast line soaking up the sun and several more drinks all getting comfortable. Cindy was lying on the forward deck sunning herself and Dad and I sat at the helm with Dad commenting on how hot Cindy was. I could see his cock still poking from his pant legs and was still a little uncomfortable with the conversation but the alcohol was taking effect. Dad still appeared sober and joked and laughed about taking a naturist moonlight cruise. Cindy joined us and seemed flattered by Dad’s comments and intrigued at the naturalist aspect of cruising in the moonlight. 

We dropped sail just before sunset and I grilled some steaks as Dad and Cindy talked and drank more. After we ate Dad informed me that Cindy as too pretty to clean up and instructed me to go below and do up the dishes. From below I could hear the two of them laughing together as the sun receded. 

As I came back above deck Dad told me to raise the jib and then I heard him say his shorts were cutting off his circulation. As I returned to the helm Cindy was staring at Dads large cock as he stood behind the wheel guiding the boat. Cindy said to me “You never told me how large your Dad is, your Mom is one lucky lady.”

Dad asked me to take the wheel and got him and Cindy both another drink. The moon was full and shone brightly as we glided on the glass like water. Dad told Cindy she may as well get comfortable, after all we were all family. Without saying a word Cindy stood up and turned her back to Dad raising her hair and asking him for help with her tie at her neck. Dad untied her top and removed it and then without asking slid her bottoms from her. He stood back admiring Cindy saying “Now why would you want to hide a beautiful body like yours?”

Cindy blushed all over and giggled. I could tell she was enjoying the attention Dad was giving her. Her nipples became hard in the night air. 

Dad walked Cindy forward to the bow spirit and stood pressed up behind her as we cut through the water. I felt mad, jealous and horny all at the same time as I watched my stunning wife naked in front of my Dad and could see his rock hard enormous 10” cock pressed against her. My own cock defied me and was now at full hardness in my shorts as I watched my Dad the master work. 

Dad leaned Cindy forward over the bow and began running his tongue down along the crack of her ass. As he spread her cheeks I could see him give her a rim job in the moonlight with Cindy moaning and writhing from his experienced action. “ohh yess that feels so good, lick me daddy” Cindy moaned.

I could hear Cindy climax from my Dad’s tongue in her ass. Finally they backed up onto the deck and she got on her knees and took the head of Dads cock into her stretched mouth. Cindy easily handled my 6” but Dad’s huge cock was providing more of a challenge as she gagged on his rod and massaged his massive cum filled balls. I released my own swollen cock from my shorts and watched my beautiful innocent wife with my Dad listening to their sounds. 

After what seemed like an eternity I heard my Dad grunt and tell Cindy he was going to cum. I could see his hot thick jizz drip from the corners of her mouth as she struggled to swallow his massive load he pumped into her hot mouth and throat. They both waked back to the helm with smiles on their faces. Dads cum still dripping from Cindy’s chin. 

Cindy hugged me and said “Honey, that was the greatest thing I have ever felt. Your Dad is so amazing.”

Cindy slid my shorts off as Dad said “Here let me take the helm and you two drop the jib for the night.”

Cindy and I walked forward and dropped the jib. As Cindy bent over securing the sheets her wrinkled little virgin rose bud asshole glistened in the moonlight from the pussy juice that had covered it from her excitement. I decided to take a lesson from Dad and knelt behind her and started licking her driving my tongue into her tight sweet hole. Cindy groaned. Cindy began shaking from her own orgasm and I struggled to get my cock into her tight hole. As I felt the friction of my cock against her tight closed hole I shot my own hot load all over her ass crack and cheeks. 

Cindy snickered at me and Dad howled “Son, you wasted a perfectly good fuck there. Dad will teach you how to control yourself this weekend.”

Cindy got up and kissed me fully on the mouth and we walked back to the helm. I noticed that Dad was again rock hard as we sat around with a few more drinks in the warm moon lit night air. Watching Cindy move around the helm with the dried cum on her chin and ass got me hard again in no time. 

Dad got up and told Cindy he was going below to get things ready for us to turn in. Cindy and I fastened the deck lines and anchor and then went below. Dad had the lights down low and some soft music playing from his CD player. The hatches were all open fully and the moonlight shone brightly through the port holes. Dad looked at us as we walked in and said “Cindy, I have wanted to fuck you since you married my son. I hope you want the same thing tonight.”

Cindy almost floored me as she responded “Daddy, I have dreamed about you taking my tight cunt and using my body since I started dating your son.”

Dad said “You have been a naughty little girl making me wait this long. Now come over here.”

Cindy walked over to my Dad and he sat down lying her over his knees. He began kneading her ass cheeks and rubbing her then he suddenly raised his hand and smacked her cheek causing a red handprint to instantly appear. Cindy cried out and squirmed from the blow but did not try to get up. He continued kneading her ass before repeating the smack on the opposite cheek with the same effect. Dad soothingly said “Do you feel that hard cock pressed against your belly? See what you have caused all these years?”

Cindy looked up with a tear in her eye saying “I’m sorry Daddy, spank your naughty little daughter and teach me to be a good girl.”

Dad did not hesitate in delivering a stern spanking to Cindy’s bare upturned backside. He also spread her legs and taunted her swollen pussy lips with several little slaps causing her to jump and moan out in ecstasy. 

Dad picked Cindy up like a rag doll after delivering his punishment and bent her over the galley table and bent down licking her redden ass cheeks. Cindy looked absolutely stunning lying across the table whimpering as my Dad caressed her ass with his thick tongue. Dad proceeded to give Cindy the most intensive rim job I had ever seen in any porn flick. I could hear and see Cindy climax several times before he relented and backed off. 

Dad took Cindy by the hand and lead her to the main stateroom berth. He laid down across the berth and pulled Cindy on top of himself and I watched in disbelief as he slowly guided Cindy onto his rock hard huge cock until he was fully impaled into her tight hot cunt. Cindy groaned “Oh god I feel like your going to split me in two it feels so good.”

Dad let her get used to his enormous size and then started driving in and out of Cindy as she rode her own climax from the fullness. Cindy rode Dad like she was ridding the bucking Bull at Gilley’s screaming in pure delight. 

Dad looked at me and said “Son, I should have trained you better. Your wife is as fucking tight as a virgin I’m going to break her in for you.”

Dad sucked on Cindy’s tits leaving hickey marks all over her breasts until he finally slowed down and looked up at me and said “Son, just don’t stand there with your dick in your hand put it up her beautiful virgin ass and let her have some of both of us.”

Cindy’s ass was already wet and slick from my earlier deposit of cum, the rimming and her own leaking juice as I placed the tip of my cock head against her puckered hole. As my Dad would pull out I pushed and got the head of my own cock inside her anal ring before feeling my dad push me out from his drive inward. I pushed again and got a little further in with each stroke. After many attempts I got all the way in. The tightness was incredible and as Cindy would tighten her anal muscles from my Dad’s fucking it felt as if she would pull my cock off my body. 

I finally got my own rhythm going in pace with my Dad and could hear him groan that he was going to cum. As I felt his cock twitch and he drove hard in Cindy and held her tight on his cock my own orgasm hit me and I spilled my seed deep into Cindy’s bowls as I held her tight. Cindy howled with her own climax and then passed out on top of Dad. Dad and I both pulled out and laid Cindy on the bed as we sat on the couch having a cold drink catching our breath. 

Dad told me he had a lot to teach me. I agreed and finished my drink as Cindy got up and came over and sat on my lap. I could feel the combined cum of my Dad and I leaking from her used holes on my lap. She kissed me and then my Dad and said “Thank you for really making me a part of the family.”

Dad bent over and kissed Cindy back before moving down to her tits taking them into his mouth. Cindy laid back against me resting her head on my shoulder. My cock twitched as it nestled in her extremely wet and hot crotch. 

Dad reached down and guided my hardening cock into her sloppy stretched pussy as he stood up and placed his own cock into her mouth. After a few minutes he took Cindy back to the berth and knelt her down on the bunk. He got behind her and began fucking her again with his hard cock. He continued using her pussy until he called me over to the bed and as I laid down he placed Cindy on me sinking her gaping pussy down onto my now hard cock. I then felt him enter her ass.

Cindy screamed “Oh fuck!” as she tried to scoot up the bed impaled on the hard shaft invading her ass. As she adjusted to the monster in her ass she started moaning “yes put it in my ass Daddy.”

Dad and I both fucked Cindy for what seemed like an hour before I finally came and grew limp falling out of Cindy. Dad continued driving into my wife for a little more before he too blew his load rolling off Cindy and laying across the bed. 

Dad looked up at Cindy and said “Good girl, now before you go off to sleep use your mouth and tongue to clean your husband and your Daddy up real good.”

Cindy smiled and said “Yes daddy, I want to be your good girl.”

I feel off to sleep with Cindy alternating between sucking my limp cock and balls and my dads. 



Father in Law



As he shifted his body I lost touch with his cock and groaned with disappointment, but that soon changed to a cry of ecstasy as his tongue lanced unexpectedly deep into my pussy, lashing my clitoris in the same way he had lashed my nipples earlier, sending my body into the spasms of another, even bigger orgasm. I could feel my juices pouring down onto his questing tongue as it thrust and thrust and thrust deep into me, and I shuddered and shook uncontrollably, my legs lifting almost onto his back and spreading wide, opening myself completely to his loving. 

I lost track of time as his tongue sent me from orgasm into orgasm, each one more powerful than the last, then, just when I thought I could take no more, he lifted up, and staring deep into my hot, hungry eyes, thrust forward... his hard cock unerringly penetrating my quivering pussy and thrusting so deep it felt like it was coming out of my throat... and I screamed... long and loud. 

He immediately halted, thinking he'd hurt me, but I grabbed him and pulled him to me... "Oh no, don't stop, oh God David don't stop, Fuck me, oh yes please.... oh god FUUUUCCCCKKK MMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

And he did... long hard strokes, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.. spreading my pussy lips wide with his big cock, filling me to overflowing... and I loved it! oh yes... loved it like never before. His mouth was once again devouring my breasts and nipples adding to the incredible sensations his cock was giving me as it plowed in and out, in and out with ever increasing fervor. Then I felt his body start to tighten and I reached around and gently milked his heavy balls, encouraging him.... and he came!!.. oh boy... did he CUM!!! like an express train emerging from a tunnel his hot juices slammed into me, almost bursting through my body... and I convulsed in an orgasm so strong I almost passed out. 

All through it I could hear his whimpering cry and feel his hot cum jetting into me as he rammed his cock time and time again to the hilt in my shuddering body. "Yes, Monica, Yes, oh god you are so hot, so sexy. " He cried as he emptied his seed into me over and over again, filling me to overflowing, and I could feel it dribbling out and down the crack of my ass. And I was holding him and squeezing him and almost sobbing with the ecstasy flowing through me. The he rolled me over, and lifted me to a sitting position on him, his cock still buried inside, still spurting juices, "I must see you, must see those magnificent breasts. " he almost growled, and I lifted my arms above my head and thrust my breasts forward, wanting him to look, wanting him to touch. I was totally without shame as I lifted his hands to my breasts and held them there as I bounced up and down on his throbbing rod. 

And I came again, screaming even louder than before, not even thinking that I might wake Peter, and I don't think David was thinking of Peter either as he stroked and played with my breasts and nipples as his juices slowly diminished, as his cock slowly softened. Then I collapsed on top of him and we kissed... a long, lingering, lovers kiss that said more than words... a kiss that was both a thank you... and a promise!... and we both knew it. 

Later we showered together, gently and lovingly caressing and exploring each others bodies. His fingers and tongue trailed the outline of my bikini over my breasts and around my pussy as he told me over and over again how beautiful and exciting I was. I grabbed Peter's camera from the bedroom and let him take pictures of me in the shower, naked, touching myself, and I took pictures of him, his cock all hard again... then I knelt before him and slowly, ever so slowly licked and sucked his cock, taking it deep into my mouth, making him moan and groan and shudder. I played with his cum filled balls and even stroked his ass cheeks, gently caressing his very love hole... and that set him off... gallons and gallons of cum seemed to erupt from his cock, into my mouth, all over my face and down over my breasts. and I loved it... no... I reveled in it!! and he took a picture of me covered in his cum, before he slowly and teasingly licked it all off, sending me into another mind blowing orgasm. 

Then we fell back onto the bed and wrapped our arms around each other tenderly.... and I fell asleep.



Father-in-Law's Seed



It was when mother became ill and had to go into hospital that Emma determined to take matters further. Paul had been so unreasonable when she had invited Jack to stay with them for a while to be nearer the hospital, telling her how it would upset his routine when he was at such an important point in this particular sale. Emma felt so angry with him, for being so selfish, and she knew she would make him pay for his boorish behaviour. As it happened, Jack arrived on the day before Paul was due to fly out to the west to meet his clients, and was in a state of high anxiety. He didn’t let Jack’s arrival upset his schedule though, leaving him to Emma. This was all that she had hoped for and more, as she made Jack welcome with a lovely tea…

She could tell from Jack’s attentiveness that he had been looking forward to the visit. His eyes had gleamed when he found out that Paul was leaving early in the morning, and that he would therefore have Emma to himself. She was so attractive, that even though he knew he had no chance with her, he still found himself hanging on her every word, and doing his best to impress her, and flirt with her. She was flattered by his attention, and responded so invitingly that they both began to allow the thoughts and hopes that they had dismissed before to creep back into the forefront. It was too late for hospital visiting that evening, so they arranged to go next morning about eleven. Emma got them some wine and soon excused herself. 

“I need to go and shower… I guess I won’t have time in the morning”.

”Oh could you leave it running? I will have one too if you don’t mind” She couldn’t help but touch herself in the shower, imagining Jack’s hands upon her was too tempting to put from her mind. She hadn’t worn the silk bathrobe very much before, but boldly decided to tonight. Paul could complain to her if he liked. It was shaped around the waist and with the belt tied; it accentuated her bosom to perfection. It seemed too intimate as she led him upstairs to show him the shower. She left him, and then came back a minute later. 

“I found one of Paul’s bathrobes for you” she blurted as he opened the door to her. In the dim light she had seen his athletic bottom. 

They sat together on the couch, watching T.V. as Paul fussed around in a bad temper getting his things ready for the next day, and after two more glasses of wine, she knew she was going to encourage any advance that Jack wanted to make. He was a little taller than Paul, and so the robe stopped half way down his muscular thighs. She couldn’t help but keep glancing at them and wanting to see more. In the same way, he could hardly believe his good fortune to be sitting next to Emma dressed so enticingly and his thoughts began to imagine that which he desired so much. He would have been shocked if he had known then what a trivial thing would make his desires come to fruition…

It was Emma’s birthday the next day too, and Paul had forgotten as usual, his excuse had been that there was no time to do anything when he was going away, and he’d promised her he would take her out for a nice meal when he got back. The fact that Jack had not only not forgotten, but brought her such a lovely present, made her heart warm even more. She was like a little girl opening the box, and pulled out a gold necklace. 

“Oh Jack...you shouldn’t have…it’s so beautiful” 

“Of course I should have…but I’m afraid it can’t make you any more beautiful my love…Here let me put it on for you” 

“Ohh Jack!” she felt such love for him as he knelt up behind her. She had to loosen the robe to let him fix the clasp at the back, and so when she turned to him he could not but stare at her delightful cleavage. 

“Oh...is the chain a little long?” he wondered, the pennant nestled in between the tops of her delicious breasts. 

“No Jack...it’s lovely” she smiled, catching him looking there somewhat more than was necessary. 

“Oh thank you so much…” she kissed him rather more enthusiastically than she should have done and broke off with an embarrassed flush. Then he seized the moment, drawing her back as if to scold her embarrassment and kissing her with far more feeling than was appropriate to a father. 

“Happy birthday darling” he said, as their smiles turned more serious. 

“Oh thank you daddy” she kissed him back, knowing that this was the point of no return, and this time letting her tongue loll against his. She just had time to draw her robe together again before Paul came in to say goodnight. He explained his early start to Jack and asked him to pass his love on to his mother when they went the next day. Emma’s eyes were on Jack as he reassured his son, knowing she would let him do anything…

“I love it so much Jack…” she smiled as Pauls footsteps faded. She used the excuse of looking at her necklace to open up the robe again, this time just that little bit wider. 

“Do you think it suits me?” 

“Mmm oh yes...” he smiled, feasting his eyes on the tops of her delicious mounds, and for the first time allowing his desires to grow. She was openly presenting her bosom for his approval, letting him gaze upon her as she pushed out her chest for far longer than it would have required to check the necklace. He raised his hand and took hold of the pennant, brushing between her breasts as he did so, looking deep into her eyes. 

“You look gorgeous with it” he smiled. 

Her intake of breath was noticeable when his hand had touched her there, and her alluring look as he had feasted his eyes upon her gave him every encouragement. They both knew what was going to happen, things had gone too far to stop now. She was going to have sexual intercourse with her father. They both knew too, that there was no point in rushing into this, they had to leave enough time for Paul to get soundly to sleep, and even then it would be such a risk. 

She could see now that her naughty display had had its effect upon his desire. The sight of such a noticeable hump in his robe made her heart thump wildly, and he was as proud when he saw her staring at it, as she had been when he had gazed at her breasts. 

“You flatter me so much...you naughty thing!” she smiled at his last words, giving him another hug. The hug turned into a kiss, and this time they both let their feelings show, their tongues entwining and lapping each other. Emma felt the belt of her robe being loosened, and Jack soon felt the same. 

“Oh Jack...we mustn’t” she sighed as she broke from him for a moment, unable to stop herself from looking down to see the robe parted far enough to see the tip of his immense penis reared up between such strong thighs. 

“Ohh Emma …I know…. But we have to“ he sighed, looking down her smooth belly to see her most perfect vulva, already pouting and oozing her wanton juices. Her heart beat even faster as she saw his great column jerk even higher into the air as he looked upon her most intimate place. 

“Oh darling Jack...” she sighed, and as he moved to hold her his robe rode up and she gaped at the huge sack beneath his great column. It contents like two overripe plums bulging with his copious seed. She could not stop herself now... she imagined it swimming inside her. 

“Emma my love…how long I have wanted you…” he sighed as he reached out and touched her thigh. 

“Oh Jack … if only I had known… every time Paul makes love to me I imagine it is you inside me… sweetest daddy… am I too wicked to say such a thing?” 

“Mmmm No my darling...” he sighed, kissing her neck and the slopes of her bosom, and pushing her robe wide apart to allow his hand to cup her breast. They both wanted to savour the moments… 

“Do you want me there now?” 

“Oh Jack…oh yes…Daddy” she sighed lifting his robe and taking her hand to his penis. 

“I want it so much” 

“Oh Emma.... darling girl, is this what you want?” He sighed, holding her fingers around his huge pulsing shaft. 

“Oh yes daddy... your penis…I want daddy’s penis in me” 

“Mmmm sweet baby…do you want it here?” he sighed, tracing along her pouting slit, teasing her with his practiced fingers, making her eyes close with the pure pleasure of anticipation. She was nearly moaning as she looked into his eyes. 

“Mmmm daddy’s penis in my vagina” 

“Ahhh my sweet lovely child”. She licked her fingers and rubbed them suavely over the burning tip of his tool, making him shudder with excitement. 

“You want to be naughty don’t you daddy…you want to come inside me” she teased, leaving the great rearing column, and turning her attention to his bulging testicles. 

Now it was his turn to close his eyes with exquisite desire. 

“You want to put your sperm in your son’s wife…you want to do it into your little girl’s vagina” He was almost shooting it even as she teased him so, but somehow held back the waves of climax, and turned it back on her, both now intent upon the other’s loins. 

“And you want daddy’s seed in your womb don’t you…in your fertile little womb…making a baby in you” he could not have been closer to the mark for her… she had dreamed of him giving her a child, she shuddered and bit her lip as his fingers slipped within her soaking channel. 

“Oh daddy...oh yes…oh yess… please…I want it so…” Paul had never wanted to even talk about those things… she didn’t really know whether she wanted a child, yet the thought of being fertilised excited her beyond measure. His lips found hers again, and revelling in their shared desires, their tongues entwined again in such sweet abandon. She allowed her robe to part entirely now, pressing her breasts suavely against his muscular chest, their tingling outstretched teats brushing him and making her juices flow ever more copiously. Her heart filled with pleasure and anticipation, at the thought that he wanted her…that all her desires would be fulfilled so soon. 

“Oh my sweet wicked girl” he sighed as her lips teased him. 

“I’ll go and see if he is asleep” she smiled invitingly as she looked back from the door. 

“Don’t go away” She tiptoed upstairs, drawing her robe around her again in case he saw. She needn’t have worried, he was snoring loudly in the darkness, and she knew how soundly he slept. Her heart thumped with excitement all the more as she removed the robe and went down to him... to her lover...naked and ready to abandon herself to him entirely. 

When he had heard her tiptoes on the stairs he too had slipped out of the robe and now knelt on the rug in front of the fire, facing her as she entered, the erection of his immense column even greater in such a position. She knelt with him, her hands taking hold of the object of her desires, it’s pulsating shaft gleaming, smooth and so hot to her touch. His eyes closed with pure pleasure as she knelt and kissed the great ruby tip, it’s eye opening in response, and delivering a few drops of delicious fluid to her eager tongue. He weighed her glorious breasts and teased the fat nipples. 

“He’s sound asleep daddy…it’s quite safe “

“Darling Emma, you’re so beautiful...” he weighed her prefect gourds and she smiled with pride. 

“Oh Daddy…please. I want it so much…I want your seed inside me” 

“We have all night my love…” he smiled, resting back on his elbow and slipping his hand between her thighs. 

“We should savour every moment” She rested back too, parting her knees to allow his fingers within her soaking vulva. 

“Ohh mmm darling daddy…” she sighed as his expert fingers teased her pleasure bud mercilessly. 

“Mmm how I adore my lovely little girl… “ He teased as her face contorted at the exquisite peak of pleasure. 

“Ohh daddy… feel how wet I am for you” 

“Is my sweet child soaking for daddy’s cock?” 

“Mmmm daddy’s penis in her hot vagina…. Daddy’s big cock in her hot, wet pussy…” her words were matched with actions as she drew him between her thighs, his quivering baton pulsating eagerly as she drew up her knees. 

“Mmmm fuck me daddy… put your cock in me” 

“Mmm darling…naughty Emma…open your cunt for daddy’s penis” Their hands guided all, one of hers parting the slick petals of her vulva, the other clasping the huge appendages which swung beneath his thick column as it’s bulbous tip pressed within. 

“Ohh daddy… such big ones…they full for me aren’t they” 

“Oh yes sweet daughter…full of sperm for your fertile womb…are you going to make daddy do it in you?” 

“Ahh yes daddy... I’m going to make you shoot it all into me…ahh ahh ahh” she began to work her hips…unable to stop herself as she imagined it. Her eyes met his in a perfection of pleasure, they moved with one purpose, confirmed by his words. 

“Mmmm daddy’s going to shoot it all into your fertile little womb…daddy’s sperm is going to make a baby in his darling Emma” His hands cradled her buttocks now as he began to thrust deeper, her eyes fixed upon his as she pulled his muscular bottom to push him further inside her…desperate for his precious gift. 

His thick pestle sluiced long and deep, his heavy balls slapping her rump as he pushed into her womb. She could not help but watch, revelling in the pure wantonness of their actions…imagining the moment when she would receive it…pouring from him…swimming inside her…making her pregnant with his child. She could hardly bear it as he suckled on her thick outstretched teats, his big hands squeezing her breasts together as he drove into her again and again. 

“Ohh daddy…your big cock is making me come…. oooooohhhh” she cried, drawing her knees up as high as she could to force him still deeper into her vagina. He rammed faster, squeezing her buttocks to make a tight circle of her pussy… the perfect moment was fast approaching as he looked into her eyes. 

“Emma darling…daddy’s coming too…” 

“Mmmmm shhh” she slowed him, stilled him as the moment was upon them…

”I want to hold you while you come…while you pump your seed into me” 

“Oh baby…yes my sweet girl…hold me while I shoot my spunk into you” 

She felt him swelling in her hand, the thick root of his penis ready for the moment of ejaculation, and then it was jerking wildly, and with each jerk she felt his thick jets streaming into her. Their lips met in this perfect embrace, her cries drowning his as he continued to spurt madly into her. She arched her back, shuddering and gripping his fountaining cock so hard as the waves of pure pleasure overcame her. She wanted to keep him there forever…

”Ohhhh Ohhh Aaaahhh…you’re doing it…fill me…Aaaaaaaahhh” Their hearts thumped so hard as they lay together, panting, until they could speak. 

“Oh God Emma…I want you so much…” 

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