Her cunt seemed to be stretched wide-open by the tension of her widespread thighs. With the quilted satin belt of her housecoat, he had tied her ankles to the legs of the coffee table. Her wrists, bound with his wide leather belt, were pulled behind her and tied in a similar manner. Her head and shoulders rested on nothing, and her efforts to keep her head up so that she could see what he was doing only served to make the muscles of her abdomen shudder as they tensed. Her heavy breasts shook with her vain efforts to free herself.
Then she froze, her blue eyes rolling, as he dropped his pants and she could look up the pale curves of his thin legs to the juncture of his marbled thighs. His dough-colored cock arched out from the sandy hair at its base like the nozzle to a gasoline pump. His scrotum, drawn down by the weight of his heavy testicles, swayed between his legs as he kicked his feet free of the trousers. The appendix scar on the right side of his abdomen ran down until it met the border of his pubic hair, an unpleasant gash the same color as the tanned "V" at his neckline.
Her thighs quivered with fear. Her eyes watered with embarrassment and terror.
"How can you do this to me?" she begged him.
"Somebody's got to," he said.
She cried out once, then quickly gasped for breath, her mind reeling with shame and horror as her lecherous father-in-law took a swig of the brandy and crawled like a jackal onto the coffee table to spread his pale, hot body over her, his rapidly swelling cock nestled firmly in the hairy cleft of her pussy.
Rigid with terror, Valerie felt its immense girth sliding against her pubic hair. There was a slight slipping friction as the dry head of Richard's swollen cock skidded across the dampness of her tissues, an irritating tickle which almost made her want to have her father-in-law's hot shaft within her. She was shocked to realize that the fantasy they had both indulged themselves in so often before in the presence of both Jim and Frances was about to come true. They had made sexual jokes with each other before, but now he was actuary going to fuck her.
Her breath grew shallow as she felt the heat of his grease-stained hands on the tender, white flesh of her thighs, his coarse fingers opening her up, slowly, gently massaging her tissues until, horrible as it was, she could feel her sexual juices beginning to flow. His fingers were so warm and coarse that it was like rubbing herself with a hot washcloth. She could feel her clitoris beginning to grow hard, even though he hadn't yet touched it.
"That's it, Val," he said. "Don't fight me. Just relax and enjoy it."
It was only now that she realized she had been permitting his lewd caress without the slightest protest. But it seemed to her that she had been fighting him for hours, and now she was too angry, too shocked even to speak. She let her head hang over the edge of the coffee table, her long hair cascading almost to the floor. She couldn't look at his coyote-like face.
She felt him stir above her, his knees knocking at the heavy plate glass of the table. Then she felt him thrust the head of his cock against her labia. A grating pain shot through her and she tried to close her legs to force him out, but the belt of the housecoat held her open to his initial thrust and she could only shake her head back and forth, biting her lip to keep from wailing at him. She was, she realized, helpless to stop him. But I'll be damned if I'll give him a moment's pleasure by responding, she vowed silently.
Her father-in-law cradled her milky shoulders in his hairy arms, pulling her spongy breasts against his chest so that she could feel his crushing weight even in the tips of her nipples. His cheek was rough against her own, and the liquored dampness of his breath was hot against the side of her neck. She could almost feel it condensing in the downy hair near her ear.
Slowly, rotating the burning head of his cock within the opening of her cunt, Richard moved into her tight young pussy. Only the head of his cock was swiveling in her slippery labia but, even so, tears trickled from her eyes as Valerie wriggled beneath him in some small hope of freeing herself from his incestuous grasp.
"You're hurting me," she groaned, her arms tense behind her and useless to push him away. But when she bumped up at him to dislodge his cock, she only succeeded in increasing the pain on her improperly lubricated tissues. She skidded her buttocks to the side on the glass surface in an effort to lessen the tearing pressure, but as she did so, her father-in-law suddenly drove into her.
Valerie shrieked out as though she had been stabbed with a red-hot sword, then gasped incredulously as she felt the entire branding length of her father-in-law's monstrous cock plowing into her, searing her inner tissues with a peeling fire. She hadn't been fucked for more than a month, and the pain was almost as great as the first night she had been deflowered by this man's son.
"Nooooo!" she groaned, her cry punctuated by an animalistic grunt of pleasure from the man thrusting into her.
But the sharp pain seemed to disseminate itself into an intense heat, the thick warmth welling inward and outward around the buried shaft of her father-in-law's cock. But drifting like hot snowflakes in this red storm of pain were tingling points of eerie sensation that made Valerie's cry dwindle to a moan. And she found herself unable to distinguish between the emotional pain and the swiftly growing physical pleasure.
Her internal organs gripped tightly around his pulsing rod, but he didn't immediately begin to shaft the bloated lance into her unprepared pussy.
"Oh, Val," he gasped, "you're so hot and tight!" His brandy-scented mouth descended hard and hot against her innocent lips, his tongue wedging itself into her mouth until she could feel its slickness against the heat of her own tongue. And the lingering taste of the brandy in his mouth made her saliva glands spurt thickly.
Richard's tongue rushed even deeper into her mouth, probing hotly against the smooth dome of her palate. It seemed to churn within her mouth with all the force he had not yet unchained by pounding his cock into her. The tart thickness of their intermingled saliva flooded her mouth as she endured his kiss, his tongue swabbing the roof of her mouth wildly.
She made a weak, desperate moan of protest or pain as she felt the suction on her tissues and he began to withdraw his erection from her gripping cunt. Then she lay still beneath him as he bed tensing his pale hips, pushing the swollen heat of his intruding cock back and forth in her narrow channel. With each quick stroke he made, she felt the grip of her pussy loosening around him, greased by her own welling secretions. But, as the resistance of her tight sheath lessened, she could also sense her shock at this incestuous mating diminishing.
Her tied hands gripped at the empty air, her fingers searching vainly for something to close over. And soon the deliberately slow movements of his excruciating hard-on easing through the grip of her dissolving tissues had driven the young woman to a mesmerizing thrall of perverted sensuality. She began automatically answering each of his calculated lunges with a hesitant thrust of her own – letting his cock glide back, then reimpaling herself on its greasy thickness, wolfing it back into the clutch of her cunt and permitting it to withdraw ever so slightly before sucking it inside her churning warmth once again.
When her father-in-law pulled back more than usual, Valerie could feel the inner walls of her pussy closing behind his withdrawn glans. And when he plunged back into her, she knew that the constriction of her searing tissues must be very strong on the swollen skin of his cock.
The burning snowflakes of pleasure seemed to breed along the surface of her deepest tissues, causing her to quiver beneath him with a desire to throw her tied legs over his hips to ease the tension. Over his shoulder, she could barely see the rounds of his white, hairless buttocks, but she could see that he was withholding his thrusts by the obvious tension in the milky hillocks each time he thrust into her.
Richard pulled back until only the bloated magenta glans of his cock was weakly gripped by his daughter-in-law's quivering labia, his back arched like a tensed spring. Then he let himself fall forward.
Valerie cried out as the full length of his erection plunged slickly into her silky hole, probing so deeply that she knew he had withheld the major length of it before. She was afraid he would punch through her uterus, but when she felt the crown of his cock nudge through the opening of her womb her thighs tensed and she nipped down around his cock, preparing to ride through his next thrust. With his cock lodged so deeply, she could clearly feel the palpitations of her inner chambers around the melting heat of his swollen hard-on.
When the grunting man started to piston his throbbing prick within her gaping cunt, there was nothing Valerie could do but hang on and hope to survive the incestuous onslaught. Her father-in-law had been gentle with her at first, but now the bolt action of his prick was like a machine.
His bristly chin chafed her lips as his tongue fucked back and forth into her heated lips. His fat, slick cock pulled back from her cunt, only to ram suddenly back into the succulent, yielding grip of her juicy cunt. Every time she felt the solid shaft screwed into her she realized that it plunged into her with increased energy and added furor. Richard seemed to increase the power of his lunges with each breath he drew.
Then, just when she had assumed that her father-in-law had reached the height of his frenzy, Richard hesitated and shifted his position ever so slightly. Valerie recoiled at the thought that he did so in order to lunge more barbarically into her tortured cunt.
But with his fist downward drive she felt the hard, hot length of his throbbing hard-on as it chillingly caressed the taut knot of her clitoris. And as the cockhead slid even deeper, it seemed to stretch new areas of her sheath in an even more ecstatic way. After that, where she had experienced only faint tension and burning snowflakes of sensual pleasure, she found a continuing tingle of sparks that seemed to expand around his thrusting tool until her crackling backbone seemed to hum with bright flashes of electrifying sensation.
Tied as she was to the table, she knew she was losing control of her body. She moaned and shook her head, anxious even for the sensation of her hair dragging over the carpet. In some strange way, it seemed to her that her long hair was being dragged across her own body, the ends burning along her skin. She arched her back from the cold glass to raise her pussy and allow him an even greater penetration. With only her shoulders and thighs touching the coffee table, her cunt clamped down on his throbbing prick with a dazzling flash of pleasure.
And when she collapsed under the blinding burst of heat, Richard forced her back against the glass tabletop, pistoning into her cunt with nearly inhuman speed, flattening her quivering buttocks against the glass.
She could hear the breath hissing from his throat. He was hammering at her with such force that he could no longer maintain his contact with her mouth. Her breasts bounced from side to side when he raised his chest, then were caught again as he fell against her. And a peculiar, dizzying swirl began to spiral within her pussy that left her gasping in anticipation. Even the coarse chafe of his pubic hair rubbing against her tenderized labia seemed to be transformed into a quivering tingle that rushed to join the swirl of electricity sparking around his lunging rod. Her pussy tightened epileptically around his cock, flooding her thick, slick fluids about the shaft of his prick like a greasy fountain.
Valerie groaned helplessly, her legs jerking to free themselves as her inner tissues clamped down on his lance, suddenly melting to a quivering jelly as his hard, burning shaft drew back over her tingling clitoris.
"Arrggghhh…" Richard gasped. "I'm going to – ahhhh! I'm, I'm… Oh, holy shit!" And he stopped stropping his cock over her drooling clitoris, grinding his pubic bone mercilessly against her cunt.
Now that it was too late to stop him, Valerie managed to kick her feet loose from the belt of the housecoat. Weakly, her thighs quivering as though she had been gripped by an epileptic seizure, she threw her legs around her father-in-law's tense buttocks and ground her mushy cunt up at him. The fiery swirl of electricity seemed to have coiled itself in a tingling knot around her clitoris, radiating a continuous undulation of intense pleasure. And when the delirious sensation grew so intense that she thought she might pass out from the pleasure, she realized that she was climaxing.
"Aah-iiieee!" she wailed, her voice vibrating through her body as though it were part of her joyous tingle.
"You're getting there, aren't you?" he growled.
"I'm coming!" she cried, bouncing her cunt up at him with a force that threatened to break the glass of the table.
"So am I!" her father-in-law grunted. "I'm going to shoot you so full of jizz that your tonsils will be swimming!" And he shoved his prick to its deepest possible penetration, his entire weight centered on driving his cock ever deeper.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Valerie cried, no longer caring that the man was her husband's father. Her pleasure had gone too far for that.
Abruptly, she felt the length of his cock swell hotly within her. For an instant they both seemed to freeze. His quickly pulsing cock was buried to the hilt in the hot grip of her swat. And this motionless penetration held her own mad ecstasy at a delirious pinnacle of excitement.
Then, with agonizing slowness, he withdrew the fat log of his cock, his watery blue eyes squinted shut in apparent pun. Suddenly, and so forcefully that it knocked the wind out of her for a moment, he plunged into her again. She felt his glans stretch the entrance to her womb, followed instantly by a powerful splatter of sperm scalding her innermost walls. This was followed by another spattering jet almost as powerful as the first. Then, as her father-in-law ground himself mercilessly against her, she felt the slick welling of his sperm foaming into her in wave upon wave of liquid heat.
Her cunt muscles clamped down on his jetting cock, but he only seemed to plow deeper into her. And she realized that it was now too late to do anything about the flood of fertile juice that pooled within her cunt.
While his cock was still spurting inside of her, Richard pulled his head back a little, gazed down at her frightened eyes, and ground his bristly face against her cheeks as his tongue fucked in and out of her startled mouth.
Her orgasm was still ebbing through her flooded cunt and she couldn't stop herself from sucking back at his tongue, rubbing her perspiring tits against his hairy chest, and locking her legs once more around his thighs, pumping her overflowing cunt up at him even though she could feel his cock softening within her.
"I knew you'd be a hot piece of ass," he said to her.
"Don't talk," she gasped. "Just fuck me."
Richard snorted, then pulled back from her, his chest making a sticky smack as he lifted himself from his daughter-in-law's sweaty breasts. His cock made a disgusting sound as it plopped free of her clutching labia.
"Give me a minute," he said, looking down at her as he scratched at his sticky balls. "It takes a while for it to get hard again, you know."
"You can untie me now," she said, looking away from his naked body. "I won't try to get away."
"I don't think you will," he said, ambling around the coffee table to free her hands. "You were really getting with it there."
When he unsnapped the belt from her wrists, Valerie sat up on the coffee table. Her buttocks slipped in the spilled residue of sperm and her own juices, which were leaking from her widely stretched cunt. She rubbed at her wrists, still refusing to look at him, her mind racing over the possible avenues of escape.
"I had a dream the other night," he said, flopping down naked on the couch with the brandy bottle in his hand. "About you it was."
"Really?" she asked sarcastically.
"Yeah. Now, if you're still hot for some more of the old pecker here, there's something you can do to speed the hardening process along."
For the first time since he had freed her, she looked at him over her shoulder. "And what might that be?" she asked. "You could have a heart attack doing this kind of thing, you know." She wondered if she could make it to the bedroom door before he could catch her. Casually, she inched forward on the coffee table until she was facing the open bedroom door.
"You ever give Jim a blowjob?" he asked her.
"What?"
"You know. A blowjob. Give him a little head. Suck him off."
Valerie sighed with disgust. "No," she said dryly. "Did you?"
"Blow Jim?" he asked incredulously.
"No," she said, sighing again. "I mean, do you ever eat your wife out, or whatever you call it?" She was surprised to see him blush. As soon as she got the strength back in her legs, she'd bolt for the bedroom door.
After a moment he looked up at her. "You want me to eat you out, is that it?"
Valerie closed her thighs. "No," she said. "I was just curious."
"You didn't answer my question," he said.
"Yes, I did," she replied. "And anyway, that's none of your business."
"I want you to blow me," he said.
Valerie couldn't help stealing a look at his wilted cock. The very idea of putting her mouth on that organ, especially after he had just fucked her with it, made her sick to her stomach.
"I don't think so," she said.
Unexpectedly, Richard stood up. Valerie backed away a little on the couch. She had to tip her head back to look at him, otherwise his cock was almost exactly at eye level. She could smell the musky fragrance of their mingled juices reeking from his sticky organ.
"Suck me a little," he said. "I'll get hard then, and we can fuck again. That's what we did in my dream."
She felt his cock bob against her shoulder, but she kept herself from flinching.
"Sit down," she said. "Drink your blackberry brandy. I don't want to blow you. Some other day."
"Don't be cute with me," he said, touching her cheek with his juice-stained fingers. "Your lips were made to suck cock, sweetheart."
She felt his fingers tighten cruelly on her throat. I could push him down maybe, she thought, and make a run for it.
"Blow me," he said, trying to pull her mouth against the fleshy arch of his limber cock. "Just a little."
"Not now," she said, trying to bat his hand away. "I'm tired. You just about fucked me silly!"
But his dark hands closed tighter on her throat, pulling her closer to him. Her cheek brushed the sticky head of his cock and she could see her breath stirring the sperm-coated mat of his pubic hair.
"You're hurting me, Mr. Davis!" she croaked.
"Blow me," he demanded.
Too late she realized that she could not get away from him. She could have screamed, she knew, but she was not even sure that anyone would hear her. Most of the people in the neighborhood weren't even home at this hour; and, even if someone did hear her, she wasn't sure that she could stand the scandal of incestuous rape. Her separation from Jim had almost been enough to cause her Catholic parents to stop talking to her.
"Blow me!" he repeated. "I want it to be just like it was in my dream."
"Were you choking me in your dream, too?" she asked, her throat vibrating against his fingers.
But when he released her throat, she could only stare at his slightly reddened cock, which was only inches from her face.
"Go away," she said. "If I do it, will you just go away and leave me alone?"
"I'm going to fuck you when I get hard again," he said.
"And after that?"
"I don't know. We'll talk about that when the time comes."
"No deal," she said. "If I blow you, you're getting the hell out of here. And if I so much as ever see you near here again, I'm calling the police."
"You wouldn't do that. You wouldn't want anybody to know."
"Try me," she said.
"Yeah, well blow me first, though. Then I'll go. Only you gotta do it like in the dream."
"And how was that?" she asked exasperatedly.
Richard backed away from her, checking her eyes to see if she was planning to trick him. "Don't try to get away, okay?"
Valerie shrugged her shoulders and glanced down at her naked body. "Where could I run to like this?" she asked him.
"Okay," he said. "You get on your knees in front of me over here," he explained. "And you play with me while you're sucking me off. Understand?"
Valerie took a last glance at the bedroom door. Her father-in-law was blocking the way. "That must've been some dream," she said, shaking her head.
"It was. Now, come on over here."
Slowly, wondering how in the world she had ever fallen into such a position, Valerie got off the coffee table and limped over in front of him.
"My ankles hurt," she said. "You tied me up too tight."
"You're not going to be using your ankles to suck me off," he said to her, grinning his coyote smile. "Just lean down here on your knees."
Hating him with her eyes, Valerie did what he said.
"Now, give it a little swipe with your tongue," he ordered. But when she failed to respond, once again he put his hand on her throat. "I don't want to hurt you, Valerie," he said.
"I know," she whispered. "You just want to make me blow you." Slowly, she leaned forward a little and lifted the damp head of his cock toward her face. The foreskin made a brownish-pink rose around the hot pink glans. All cocks look the same, she thought, remembering Jim's heavy tool. She took a deep breath, inhaling the musky odor of his sex; then, whipping her hair away from the side of her face with a quick jerk of her head, she moistened her lips and took a tentative lick at his cock. The taste wasn't as repugnant as she had imagined it would be – a rather strange mixture of sweat and a faintly coppery flavor.
Richard put both his hands on either side of her head, pulling back the cascade of her smoky-brown hair with his coarse fingers so that he could see her pink lips pursed around the head of his cock. He was surprised to discover that her breath flowing around his heated organs was almost cool.
"This is really sick," she said. But when she felt the pressure of his hands on the side of her head she opened her mouth and the buttery warmth of her bruised lips closed over his glans.
"Stroke it with your tongue," he directed, his hips tensing.
It felt like part of a boiled frankfurter lying along the curl of her tongue. Soft and a little rubbery, it wasn't nearly as hot as it had felt in her cunt. The loose skin around the inner sheath felt like what she imagined raw chicken skin might feel like in her mouth. But as she felt it begin to harden between her lips, she realized that as it swelled it would fill her mouth until she couldn't hold it between her lips. She stifled a gag reflex at the thought of it nudging against the opening of her throat. Then she flicked at the soft glans with her tongue.
As her father-in-law's cock hardened within her mouth, Valerie created a gentle vacuum with her tongue and lips. Her tongue-tip flicked hesitantly at the tip of his glans, and she wondered how she could go on with this, or what he might order her to do next.
"Play with my nuts," he said. "Squeeze them a little, only not too hard. And don't bite me."
Balancing herself by holding onto one of his milk-white buttocks, Valerie raised her other hand and gently hefted his testicles. One of them hung lower than the other and she was amazed to discover that they were almost twice as big as Jim's, though she could not think of an explanation for that. She had always thought of Jim as being rather well hung, but she hated the way the sparse hair of his scrotum clung to her palm. And she loathed it even more when she began to be aware of her saliva sloshing around his pulsing shaft. She pistoned it back and forth in the clutch of her distended lips until she could feel the slimy drool of saliva dripping from the corners of her lips where his cock had swollen so much that she couldn't completely close her mouth around it.
Beyond the hand in which she held his balls, she could look down and see her breasts bobbing with the motions of her sucking. One of his pubic hairs was clinging to the nipple of her right tit, and the sight of it there disgusted her almost more than what he was forcing her to do. Leaning forward at the waist, she rubbed her breast against his thigh until she had successfully wiped off his disgusting hair. Even more disgustingly, she could see her fluids slowly seeping out of her distended cunt to stain the avocado-green carpet.
For a moment she thought she heard the jingle of the dog's leash on the landing at the foot of the stairs. She hated the thought of Jeanne coming in and finding her doing this hateful act; but, on the other hand, she knew that Jeanne was almost the only person she could trust not to spread the story.
She backed away from his cock, but it had hardened considerably under her unwilling ministrations. It bobbed up and rubbed against the side of her nose.
She glanced in the direction of the stairs, hoping to see Jeanne's border collie loping toward her.
"I won't do it!" she snapped at her father-in-law, giving his cock a look of loathing. "You can't make me do it!"
"Maybe I can, though."
Valerie's head swiveled to the stairs, her eyes flashing open in shock and embarrassment. Standing in the archway at the head of the stairs, his car keys jingling at his side, was Jim's younger brother, Rich. He was wearing only a baggy-legged green swimming suit, and his matted hair indicated that he had just come from the beach.
Valerie tried to cover both her tits and her cunt at the same time, succeeding in blocking Rich's view of neither.
"Oh, God, Rich, help me!" she cried. "Your father's acting completely crazy or something."
Rich Junior tossed his car keys onto a chair and ambled smilingly across the room to where his father was as busy as Valerie in trying to cover up his saliva-coated cock.
"He doesn't look so crazy to me," Rich said, looking down at Valerie, who had now managed to rise to one foot in preparation for making a grab at her pink housecoat.
Rich gave her a gentle shove, which landed her flat on the resilient cheeks of her ass. Her big breasts bobbed up and down as she stared up at him in surprise.
"Well," her handsome brother-in-law said, "you split up with Jim to keep from having to fuck him. You don't want to blow my dad. Maybe you'd like to take me on, huh?"
"Oh, God!" the confused girl cried, covering her eyes now instead of her exposed organs. "What's the matter with you two? Are you both crazy?"
Rich Junior glanced at his father, then crossed his arms and looked down at his sister-in-law.
"Don't start bawling," he said. "I know you been sneaking looks at my cock when you thought I wasn't looking. Well, now's your chance to see what it looks like up close." He grinned at his father and moved one foot a little more away from the other, so that the damp cloth of his swimming trunks clung to the heavy bulge at his groin. "Mine's bigger than Jim's, you know," he said. "You like 'em big, Val?"
Valerie could not look up. She had, for the first time since her father-in-law had attacked her, begun to weep. She knew she could never get away from the two of them.
Rich Junior elbowed his father in the ribs and winked.
"Besides," he said to Valerie, "my cock's not the same as Jim's or Dad's. I bet you never saw a cock like mine. It's bigger, yeah, but different, too. Don't you want to take a little peek at it, Val?"
Valerie looked up at him with fire in her eyes. "I want you to get the hell out of here!" she demanded.
"Ooo-ooo!" Rich chuckled, "that's naughty language, Sis!"
"Get out of here this minute!" she cried, "before I call the police!"
Rich Junior took a step toward her, the smile gone from his face. "I used to think you were a real nice girl," he said, his voice threateningly low. "But now I can see you're just like every other fucking cock-tease in this crummy town. You deserve everything you're going to get!"
Valerie tried to dodge away, but he caught a fistful of her hair before she could duck. He yanked her brutally to her knees in front of him, then pulled her hair back so that she had to look up at his cruelly smiling face.
"Now!" he said between clenched teeth. "Let's see just what else that mouth can do besides talk!"