Denise and Harold announced their engagement a month later. Marilyn and Paul were overjoyed. Even when the engaged couple asked if they could live with them, the Greens were happy. At least Denise would stop being so dependent on them.
The wedding was set for a Sunday. Paul and Denise's widower father came a week early to enjoy the prenuptial festivities. Denise and Harold couldn't keep their hands off each other and Marilyn's father-in-law, Sam, seemed amused by them.
"I never thought my daughter would wind up with a good man like Harold," he said.
Marilyn shrugged. She and Sam were having breakfast in the kitchen. Paul had taken the boys to a baseball game and Denise and Harold were out somewhere making wedding arrangements.
The wedding would take place in the house and the reception would spill outdoors if the weather was good. Marilyn promised to make sure the house was clean and Denise was arranging everything else.
Marilyn was amused when Denise announced she was dressing as a bride. The blonde was more attractive every day, but she was too old to dress in white. And too experienced, Marilyn thought. Still, if it would make her happy, so be it.
Marilyn was glad that she had brought Harold and Denise together. Even though they were going to live here for a while, it would mean that Denise wouldn't be so involved in their lives.
"You're a million miles away, daughter," Sam said.
Denise blinked. She'd been dreaming. "Na, I'm right here, Dad," she said.
She rose up and filled the sink with suds. Rather than use the dishwasher, she washed the breakfast dishes and gazed out the window.
"I'll help," Sam said, picking up a dish towel and taking a platter from her hands.
"Thanks, Dad," she said.
"You and Paul must be glad to get Denise off your hands."
Denise smiled. Her father-in-law was so different from both his children. He was in his late fifties, but he kept himself trim and didn't look a day over forty-five.
"She's a different person since she met Harold," she said.
"Happiness changes a woman," Sam said.
Marilyn reached into the sink and pulled the plug. She watched the water disappear down the drain. The clock on the wall ticked loudly.
"How come you never remarried?" she said.
She was suddenly aware of his eyes on her tits. She glanced down. She had dressed as usual in a tight tee-shirt and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. She pulled on the fabric.
"I should have worn something less revealing," she said.
Sam chuckled in his gravelly voice. "I'm glad you didn't. I never remarried because I like my life just the way it is," he said.
"And how is it, Dad?" She turned off the faucet and wiped her hands on a towel.
They moved to the den. The blinds were still drawn and the room was dim. The sofa-bed Sam was sleeping on was open.
"I've got a good life, daughter," he said. He gazed at her quizzically.
"Dad?" she murmured, her arms slack at her sides.
"Daughter?" he said, reaching out and taking the bottom of her tee-shirt in his hands.
He lifted up the garment. She raised her arms and he peeled it off her head, leaving her braless tits exposed. He sucked in his breath and Marilyn swayed her hips slightly. Her breathing quickened and her tit flesh quivered.
Sam took her hands and turned them palms up. He kissed them in turn and dabbed his tongue over her palms. Then he released her and she automatically pulled his tee-shirt off his head.
When they were both naked from the waist up, he took her tits in his big hands and squeezed. She closed her eyes and relished the feel of his strong fingers on her boobs. He tested and hefted her jugs and breathed more rapidly.
"You've got a gorgeous pair of knockers, daughter," he said.
"Oh, Dad!" Her nipples were stiffening with excitement. As he stroked them, they blossomed into two berries and darkened with lust.
"Touch me, daughter," he said, and she moved her hands to his crotch and felt his cock and balls.
Sam's mouth fell open as she stroked his dick with one hand and used her other hand to caress his hair-matted chest. His belly was flat and his upper arms were muscular. It was hard to believe he had children the age of Paul and Denise.
He moved one hand to his crotch and guided her fingers to the zipper. She tugged at his zipper and soon his pants were open and her hand was inside.
They tumbled onto the sofa-bed and he climbed out of his pants. They embraced, kissing wetly for a moment. And then Sam slipped his shorts off and lay on his back, naked.
"Not bad for an old man, huh?" he chuckled.
"Not bad for any man," she said, trailing her fingers over his belly.
"My boy isn't taking good care of you, is he?"
"He does his best."
"But his best isn't too good."
"Let's not talk about Paul," she said.
He pulled her down to him and they kissed again. This time he frenched her, sucking her tongue root-deep into his mouth. He explored her teeth and cheeks and tongue with his roving tongue and then he nibbled gently on her earlobe.
He pulled her on top of him and her tits pushed into his bare chest. Her nipples were like two daggers sticking him and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"If Paul were more like you I wouldn't have to do this," she said.
"I thought you didn't want to talk about him."
"Well, I sort of feel guilty."
"You've no need to feel guilty," Sam said.
"You're just making an old man happy."
Soon Marilyn was completely stripped. They rolled round and Sam's prick rested on her thigh. It felt very, very hard and very, very, big. The brunette was alarmed for a moment. It had grown to enormous proportions. Could that huge thing actually fit into her cunt?
She was about to ask him not to hurt her when he was all over her, kissing and licking and nibbling her neck and ears and shoulders. She twisted and turned, delightfully aware of his erotic caresses and encouraging him to work his way clown between the twin mountains on her chest.
"Daughter, you're a delicious woman," he said, sucking wetly on her tits.
His cock stabbed her thigh, but she could only groan with arousal. She was no longer afraid he would hurt her. She was afraid he might get up and walk out of the house, leaving her horny and alone.
He hovered over her, cupping her ass and kneading her flesh as he sucked her boobs. He went from one massive tit to the other, tracing his lips around the giant slopes and fluttering his tongue over her blood-engorged nipples.
He held one tit in his hand and fastened his lips to the tip. He sucked enthusiastically and it grew even stiffer and bigger. She felt a throbbing in her pussy and shivered. If he continued sucking her tits like this, she would come without being fucked.
His lips remained glued to her tit for a long time. He played with her nipple lovingly while he stroked her tit with his free hand.
Marilyn breathed deeply, her chest heaving under his hands and lips. Her flat, but round belly rippled, contracting rhythmically as her father-in-law worked her over.
Her round hips rolled sensuously from side to side and her long shapely legs opened and closed as she rubbed her thighs together. She jerked when Sam moved a hand over her belly.
He laid the palm of his hand over her navel. Her cunt cried out to be touched, but he took his time, deliberately stroking the expanse of her abdomen.
Marilyn trembled and tangled her fingers in his hair. She held his mouth more firmly against her tits and her legs fell open when his hand wedged between her thighs.
She arched her back and grunted. She squeezed her legs around his hand. The heat of his hand engulfed her cunt and he moved his fingers back and forth on the turgid button.
He ran one finger up and down her slit and tangled the tip in her muff. She tried to force it into her pussy-hole, but he held back. He seemed intent on dominating her.
She loved it. He was so unlike his son. Maybe it skips a generation, Marilyn thought. Sam's grandsons were better cocksmen than their father. That must be it. Good traits like knowing how to please a woman skip a generation.
She became completely engrossed in her lust. Sam stroked her beaver and she sighed when he touched her clit. He teased her unmercifully, but she loved it. It made her even hornier.
He finally rubbed two thick fingers around the wet folds of her pussy. He stroked the sensitive area leading to her asshole. Then he did something that blew her mind. He brought the fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of her juice.
"Oh, Sam!" she sighed.
"It's delicious," he chuckled. "Want me?"
He rubbed his fingers around her gulch and moved them to her lips. She opened her mouth and accepted them, licking them clean and aware for the first time of her own taste and aroma.
He stroked her cunt gently, bringing her to the peak of arousal and then letting her down again. She gasped and squirmed around the bed, almost desperate for the longed-for release of an orgasm.
"Oh, Sam!" she gasped.
"What, daughter?"
"Fuck me!"
"What's your hurry?"
"I need it so badly!"
"Sssshhhh," he whispered.
She jerked upward, trying to force his finger into her gash. He pulled back, continuing to toy with her clit as she writhed around in a frenzy.
Then he was climbing over her and kissing and licking his way down between the twin peaks of her tits through the deep valley of her cleavage.
He worked his fingers over her snatch while he tongued her belly and her bristly muff. Slipping his hands under her ass, he pried the asscheeks apart and rubbed his thumb over her asshole.
She let her legs fall open to give him total access to her cunt and ass. She offered herself to him, to his fingers and mouth and prick. As he climbed around, his prick stabbed her belly and she moaned softly at the feel of his massive fuck-stick.
Holding her legs apart, he lowered his face to her snatch and licked her cunt-bush with a slow steady fluttering of his tongue.
She rested her legs on his shoulders and reached for his cock. She raised her head and wrapped her fingers around his dick. She sucked in her breath. She could hardly get her fingers around the thickness of his fuck-stalk.
"Fuck me, Sam," she begged. She wanted that piece of meat inside her more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
"What's the hurry, daughter?" he said.
She jerked her hips and squeezed his ramrod-stiff rod. He turned his body and licked her inner thighs as he directed his prick over her mouth.
"Yes, let me lick you, Sam," she said. She gasped when his lips covered her cunt. "Oh, Jesus, Sam, suck me!"
He sucked her pussy-flaps into his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the edges. She flicked her tongue over his cockhead and inhaled his manly fragrance.
Shivers of excitement ran down her spine. She forced her lips over his cockhead and held his balls in one hand. His nuts were huge. She nursed on the tip of his cock and wondered how much jism his balls held. Whatever was in there, she wanted it all. She wanted it in her mouth and her cunt and she wanted it in her hair and on her face. She wanted to bathe in it.
She wanted to drown in it.
Then his prick was inside the valley of her tits. She moved her hands to her boobs and pressed them against his cock. His long thick cock nestled in the softness of her boobs and slid back to her mouth.
They were in the sixty-nine position now and she gazed up and saw his huge hairy balls. He gobbled her cunt while he lowered his prick to her mouth.
He thrust his tongue forcefully between her cuntlips and explored her juicy hole. She flicked her tongue up and down his blue-veined cockshaft while he forced the tip of his tongue into her twat.
She tilted his prick backward and opened her mouth wide. Lifting her head up, she pressed her lips to the massive tip of his cock. She sucked the oversized slit in the middle of his cockhead. Sam shuddered and twitched and sighed deeply into her beaver.
She polished the knob of his cock with saliva. Opening her jaws wide, she closed her lips around his cockhead and pressed them around the flanged rim.
He grunted and sucked harder on her twat while she licked feverishly on his cock. He raised and lowered his ass and his balls nudged her face. His nuts jumped inside his ball-sack and she licked them while she pumped his shaft.
Sam fastened his lips to her cunt and bit down on the erected little bud. He whipped it with his tongue and the sex-crazed woman beneath him whimpered weakly.
She licked and sucked his cockhead, suctioning an inch or two of his shaft into her mouth. Her tongue fluttered over the satiny flesh of his knob and she used her fingers to masturbate him. There was no way she could get his entire prick into her mouth. He was just too big.
Suddenly he stopped sucking her cunt. He straddled her tits and held her arms while he forced his entire prick into her throat. She felt a moment of panic when his prick pressed into the back of her throat. She thought she would choke to death, but she swallowed and clutched his cockhead with her throat-muscles.
He pulled back just in time. Then he fed her his prick slowly, shoving an inch in and then pulling back. He reached back and worked his finger into her cunthole. She felt his finger rotating inside her.
Lifting her head, she slid the ring of her lips halfway down his dick. Her lips were stretched wide and she no longer thought about how big he was. All that mattered was having his cock inside her. In one of her holes. She didn't care which. Even her asshole, if he wanted it.
Oh, God, he'll kill me if he tries to get it in my ass! she thought.
And then he was mounting her. He raised her ass up off the bed and draped her legs over his shoulders. His prick nudged her cunt and he rubbed his head around her gulch to wet it down.
He pushed in, spreading her cuntlips open. "I'm gonna fuck you, daughter," he said in a husky voice.
"Yes, Dad, fuck me!" she gasped.
The head of his cock lodged against her cunthole. Then he was inside her, his oversized cockhead stretching her cunthole deliciously. She tightened her ankles around his neck and gazed up at him.
Suddenly she saw Paul's face in his father's. Sam looked younger than ever as he drove his prick slowly all the way into her cunt. She took him easily. She was so wet, his cock slipped in easily. Her pussy opened up to accommodate him and her cunt-muscles gripped him like a leather glove.
With a final grunt, her father-in-law drove the last inch of his prick into her pussy-hole. Marilyn sighed deeply and came at once. She'd been primed and all she needed was one stroke of his prick.
When she came, her cunt squeezed his rod and be used event ounce of control to keep from climaxing. He continued stroking her and she came again and this time he grimaced and split her in two with his dick as he came.