Victoria Stover sat brushing her long, blonde hair, her face contorted in a mask of rage. She was angry that Brett, her husband, was off to Los Angeles and couldn't take her. What the fuck was she supposed to do with herself until he got home, diddle herself? Not to mention what Brett would do by himself out there. Since their marriage two years ago, Victoria had watched Brett carefully to make sure his fancy wasn't taken by a younger face, a more shapely leg, a larger pair of titties.
And to date, she had been very successful. When he'd had to go on trips before, she'd been able to go with him, but this time it had happened so fast, there'd been no time for her to pack. And even then, she had gotten the message. Brett's father hadn't wanted her to go!
She slammed down the gold-handled brush. It wasn't that she loved her husband, it was his father's money that had attracted her, and she wasn't about to let that fortune slip through her fingers. Not if she could help it!
Victoria walked into the dressing room that connected the bedroom with the bathroom and she looked at herself in the large wall mirror. If she had ever been grateful for anything it was the way she looked, as she knew that her goo; looks were what had had attracted Brett Stover to her. She had little else going for her but perhaps a lot of determination and that combined with her natural beauty had gotten her everything she had ever wanted to get for herself. She wanted a lot and she wasn't satisfied to simply wait until she was just too old to enjoy the good things of life. Brett Stover was really only the first major step toward her goal, in a careful design of fulfillment of her desires.
Smiling at her own beautiful reflection, her anger forgotten for the moment, Victoria began to undress so she could take a shower before her dinner. She was pleased that her face still had the look of a certain innocence, yet her sharp features, framed by her long, smooth, blonde hair contained a maturity far beyond her twenty-three years. Sophisticated but innocent, Victoria thought and she reached back over her shoulder to pull down the zipper on her dress. She was particularly pleased with the sleek way her long, shapely legs appeared and she always maintained an even tan so she wouldn't have to wear nylons. She was vain and having good-looking legs without nylons on was very satisfying to her image of herself and her ego.
Actually, Victoria Stover had a right to be proud of her body and she was every ounce a beautiful woman physically. Her titties were large, but pointed straight out without the help of a bra. Her round hips and firm asscheeks were particularly enticing because of the narrowness of her long waist. Naked, she looked like a woman who was built in homage to pure sexuality and beneath the blonde, silky mound of her lush pussy hair was the real center of her personality. She loved to fuck and she was more than willing to use her cunt to get her what she wanted. Brett's father's wealth and power were her primary goal.
Victoria hung her dress in her closet and was about to go in to the shower when she heard a knock on the bedroom door. She grabbed her robe and slipped it on before seeing who it was.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Stover,” Nora said, as Victoria opened the door. “Mr. Hewitt would like to speak with you on the telephone.”
“Is it the Mr. Hewitt who just moved to Northport?” Victoria said. She knew that Nora McCarthy kept tabs on everyone in the Long Island town.
“Yes, I believe so, Mrs. Stover. Only thing is, he's moved to Northport only since going to work for Mr. Stover, Sr.” The maid was smiling at having had the opportunity to spring some news on Victoria. “A friend of mine works for him,” she added after seeing the quizzical expression on Victoria's face.
“I see. Thank you, Nora. I'll take the call up here.” Victoria closed the door.
Nora was curious to know why Jack's employer was calling Victoria, but when she got to the telephone downstairs, she put the receiver back on the hook. She wasn't so curious as to listen in on their conversation and risk loosing her job.
Victoria picked up the extension phone by her bed wondering also what reason Mr. Andrew Hewitt could have to call her. She vaguely remembered meeting him once and she thought he was very handsome, though poor.
“This is Victoria Stover,” she announced into the telephone. For a moment there was no response and she wondered if someone was still on the line.
“Hello? Hello, Mrs. Stover? This is Andrew. Hewitt. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything very important.” His voice was smooth and suave sounding and Victoria smiled to herself for having remembered the first name correctly.
“Not at all, Mr. Hewitt. It's very nice to hear from you.” Victoria was being cautious after having learned about his new position from the maid. She remembered that he was an accountant and she wondered how important Hewitt's position was in Stover Enterprises. If he lived in Northport as Nora McCarthy had stated, it had to be very important.
“I realize this is a last-minute request, but I hope you are free this evening,” Andrew said. He wasn't sure how to play it with Victoria and he had decided to make the conversation sound very important. This way he hoped to influence her, even if she already had made plans. “I've been in a meeting with your father-in-law all afternoon and this was the first opportunity I've had to call you,” he lied. The truth was that he has waited until he was sure Brett, Junior had left for Los Angeles. “We were going over some monetary considerations and there are some matters that Mr. Stover would like to discuss with you.” Andrew refrained from using Brett's first name to convey that this was strictly business.
“Do you mean this very evening?” Victoria asked. She was dying to know what the monetary considerations Andrew referred to concerned, but she didn't want to sound anxious. She hoped he would volunteer the information.
“Yes! May I pick you up around eight-thirty,” Andrew said immediately. He didn't want to give Victoria time to think about it.
Victoria would normally have found an excuse to back out on such short notice, if it were Brett's father calling as she wouldn't want to seem too readily available. It was her strategy to lead Brett Stover, Senior on a merry chase when she came to the right opportunity, but Andrew Hewitt being involved made a difference. The meeting Brett's father wanted might actually be important she thought. Perhaps it had something to do with a will or a settlement. Brett, Senior was not that old but there was always the possibility of something happening.
“Yes, all right! If it's important, I'll be ready at eight-thirty,” Victoria said. She purposefully kept her tone somewhat reticent.
“Very good, wonderful! I hope this won't inconvenience you in the slightest,” Andrew added. He was relieved to have her agreement to go to Brett Stover's. He knew it was important if he was to keep his new job.
“Not at all, Mr. Hewitt. I'll see you later this evening then.”
“Right. Good bye for now!”
Victoria hung up the telephone and sat down on the bed for a moment, wondering what the meeting with her father-in-law was going to be about. There were so many possibilities she decided to wait and find out when she saw him and she checked the time before going in to shower. She had plenty of time in which to get ready before Andrew Hewitt would pick her up and she smiled to herself as she realized that the evening might be just the opportunity she needed to get herself in solid with her father-in-law.
Andrew Hewitt arrived exactly at eight-thirty and Victoria answered the door because both Gerald and Nora had gone out for the evening. She was wearing a black taffeta dress which buttoned down the front with a hemline several inches above her knees and Andrew felt his prick lurch and start to swell at the sexy image she presented. Victoria was extending her well-manicured hand out toward him and it made her dress lift even higher.
“So nice to see you again, Mr. Hewitt,” she said as she held open the door. Andrew took her hand, holding it a little longer than was polite and he entered the house.
“Please call me Andrew,” he said. Unable to think of anything else to say at the moment, he was uncomfortably silent. He had not remembered her being as beautiful as she was tonight and it took all his will to stop himself from staring lustfully at her.
“Very good, Andrew. If you will excuse me for a minute, I'll get my purse and we can leave,” Victoria said immediately and she disappeared through a doorway leaving Andrew in the foyer staring after her. He understood why Brett Stover was anxious to be alone with her, as he, too, would like to have the opportunity to get into Brett, Junior's young wife's cunt. Just thinking about her was causing his prick to harden in his trousers and he tried to concentrate on something else before Victoria returned with her things.
During the drive to the Stover mansion, Andrew had difficulty in avoiding a discussion about the supposed meeting that Stover had called. Victoria kept asking him questions that he couldn't answer and he was constantly distracted from his driving by the way her dress rode up her shapely legs. He had to think of all sorts of lame excuses for not knowing exactly what Brett, Senior wanted to talk about even though he was supposed to be involved in it. By the time he turned into the drive leading to the Stover mansion, Andrew was frustrated both by the conversation and the excitement Victoria had stirred in his cock.
The butler opened the door and led them toward the posh den where Stover was waiting. Victoria and Andrew knew the butler as Henry, but his real name was Henreick. He had been with Brett Stover longer than anyone else and before that time he had been the butler for Margaret's parents. He was like a fixture around the place.
“Thank you, Henry,” Victoria said as he held the door to the den open. Brett Stover was sitting at the small bar that divided the den from a game room and he had papers spread out before him. “Good evening, Brett,” Victoria said as he stood up to greet them. She perfunctorily kissed him on the cheek as she always did when greeting him.
“How about a martini,” Brett questioned them after formally shaking hands with Andrew. He was casually dressed in the usual expensive attire he wore around the house, but he seemed particularly happy that evening. Without waiting for a reply, he walked behind the bar and started mixing the martinis for them.
Brett, Senior was a remarkable man for his age, as he didn't have an ounce of excess fat on his body. Although the bulk of his work was done behind a desk, he was in excellent shape and he kept himself strictly that way with daily workouts in his gym. He also had a swimming pool and several laps across it was an ingrained habit that followed his workouts. His hair was always worn a trifle long and was still the blondish color it had always been. Victoria thought him far better looking than his son, Brett, Junior.
Now, he took the drinks to a grouping of chairs around a fireplace in one corner of the room and he handed a glass each to his daughter-in-law and Andrew Hewitt. Without waiting for the others to drink, he took several gulps of his own before sitting down in a large easy chair across from Victoria. Andrew sat in the chair next to him, trying to keep from looking up Victoria's short dress when she slowly crossed her legs.
“Andrew said you have some important things to discuss,” Victoria opened immediately. She noticed how Brett Stover was gloating and she wanted to create the impression that she was strictly interested in business matters.
“We'll get to that later. It's been so long since I've seen you, I'd like to know how you've been. Did my son get off all right?” Brett Stover asked after Valerie didn't respond to his first inquiry. He could see she was going to be difficult.
“Yes, he did. He was a bit disturbed at having been such short notice,” she said. She was going to play Brett, Junior's faithful wife as she always did in front of his father. The conversation remained polite small talk while they finished their drinks, but when Brett, Senior got up to mix some more, Victoria took the opportunity to bring up the business at hand.
“Before I have that other drink, Brett, I'd like to go over whatever it was you called me here for!” She was smiling but her tone was firm.
“Nonsense! It isn't so important that we can't have a second drink,” Brett Stover said as he continued toward the bar. He always maintained a control over any situation, but he decided it was time to get rid of the gaping Andrew so he acted like he was conceding to Victoria's wishes. “Andrew, did you bring the papers we were going over this afternoon?” he asked.
“I feel like an idiot,” Andrew blurted out, almost too quickly. “Terribly sorry, Brett. I didn't realize that you wanted those papers this evening. I haven't had them retyped yet.” Andrew played his part well in spite of his nervousness. He could tell by the expression on Victoria's face that she believed him and he stood up from his chair. “If you'll excuse me, I'll run over to my house and see if I can scrape together the original. At least, you'll have something of the correct information,” he wanted to sound very concerned.
“Don't worry about it, Andrew, it was probably my oversight,” Brett Stover interjected with uncharacteristic chivalry. “If you want to try and piece it together, okay. But if it is difficult, don't worry about it. We can always make it another time.” Brett handed Victoria a fresh martini before patting Andrew on the back.
“It was so horribly stupid of me,” Andrew said, and he turned to go out the door. “I'll call if I can get it tonight.” He made a short bow in Victoria's direction before going out of the door. Once out of sight, Andrew Hewitt pulled out his handkerchief to dry his sweating forehead and palms. He guessed his performance had been successful and as he strolled toward the front door, he wondered what he should do. His wife, Anita, had left on a shopping trip to New York that afternoon so he decided there was little point in going home. Watching Victoria Stover had really stirred his balls and in his excited state, he wondered if the papers to which her father-in-law had referred might in fact be his will. It wasn't like Brett Stover to excuse one of his employee's mistakes so easily.
“What does Andrew Hewitt do for you, Brett?” she asked him when he returned to the room.
“Head the accounting department. Here's luck!” Brett held his drink up to Victoria to put an end to any discussion of Andrew. Victoria took a sip of her drink but she wouldn't be dissuaded from pursuing the information she wanted to get.
“What was it exactly that you wanted to discuss, Brett?” she said, smiling seductively. “What's so important about all these papers that you've been talking about tonight?” She was surprised that Brett's expression wasn't changed by her questions and he just smiled back at her.
“Let's say it will be worth your while,” Brett answered. But then he added, “that is, if you're as great as I think you are!”
Victoria couldn't keep from laughing, as her father-in-law had finally admitted what she had suspected all along. He wanted to screw her, he wanted to fuck his own son's wife. Victoria stopped laughing as abruptly as she had started and she stared at Brett Stover with cool blue eyes.
“I've been meaning to ask you where Margaret is this evening. Is she feeling all right?” Victoria said, thinking she finally had Brett Stover where she wanted him.
Brett maintained the same casual smile, and he took a sip of his drink before answering Victoria. “She asked me to relay her apologies for not being able to see you. She wasn't feeling well so she's retired early.” Brett didn't like his son's wife's coy and evasive tactics and he decided to be more forceful. “As I was saying, before, IF you're as great as I think you are!” With that, he stood up from the chair and began taking off his clothes. “You know, my son has nothing more than what I provide for him. What choice do you think he would make if it was between you and his comforts? Do I need to remind you of your life before you married him?” He grinned back at Victoria but his face for an instant looked brutal and unyielding.
Victoria was dumbfounded. Not by what her father-in-law wanted or his threats, but rather by the fact that he knew about her life as a prostitute before she married Brett. A high-class call girl, true, but a whore nonetheless. She hadn't thought anyone in the Stover family knew about that and she realized that her father-in-law must know quite a bit or he wouldn't have mentioned it. Before that remark, Victoria was getting ready to walk out and make Brett Stover run after her, but she hadn't realized how much her father-in-law knew about her. She was more than willing to give her cunt to her husband's father, but she had expected to do it more on her terms. She suddenly realized that Brett, Senior had her over a barrel and that there was nothing she could do about it. She resigned herself to it as she knew she would enjoy it anyway.
“What is it you think I'm so great at?” Victoria said. She didn't move from her chair, but watched every move of his as he continued to undress. She was still proud of the fact that she was the very best at anything sexual.
Brett Stover was stripped down to his shorts and there was a large, thick cock bulge in the silk material. He pulled his shorts down quickly and his giant, erect prick sprang straight out at Victoria. “Let's see how you are at sucking my cock!” Brett said and he pointed down at the purple-tipped column of flesh that stuck out from his hairy balls like a cannon about to explode. He knew he was going to get great pleasure out of seeing the sensuous lips of his son's wife's mouth locked tightly around his hardened, giant whang, but he also wanted to see all of her beautiful, young body naked to the flesh.
“Take off your clothes before you start,” Brett said casually, and he sat down again in the large, easy chair, his obscenely erect pecker pointing up at her.
Victoria was more than a little upset at the way Brett was acting. He was so sure of himself, so sure that she would do anything he wanted. But the thought of having a hunk of his fortune and power was all that she needed to make her give in to his demands. Anyway, his large fuckstick throbbing so deliciously at her made her wet pussy burn with the exciting thought of having it buried inside her twat.
Gulping down the last of her martini, Victoria stood up from her chair very slowly, and after setting her glass down, she shook her long, blonde hair off of her shoulders while looking directly in her father-in-law's eyes. Then she precisely and deliberately unbuttoned the front of her dress with even moves of her nimble fingers, never taking her eyes from his. When the last button was undone, she slipped the dress off in one swift move, letting it fall back off her shoulders and down her arms. She laughed out loud when Brett Stover's eyes seemed to bulge out in surprise. She wasn't wearing bra or panties, and she stood before him completely naked except for her shoes.
Her father-in-law grinned too as he realized that Victoria had come prepared for fucking. He found himself liking his son's wife more and more and his prick swelled larger when he saw that her voluptuous, young body was even more sensuous than he had imagined. He wanted to shove his pecker into the silky folds of her delectable cunt right then and there, but he didn't say anything as Victoria was looking straight into his eyes and teasingly moistening her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. There would be plenty of opportunity to fuck her pussy later, but for the moment, he was going to stick to his original demand for a cocksucking. She had the most sensuous mouth Brett had ever seen and he had been waiting for a long time to make her suck his gigantic prick.
Stepping out of her shoes, Victoria walked with graceful strides toward her father-in-law. Her posture was always perfect, a characteristic uncommon with large-tittied women and her twin globes of round, smooth flesh hardly moved as she walked. The satiny perfect boobies were accented by the already erect pink nipples at their tips and they brushed tantalizingly against Brett Stover's knees as she knelt down in front of his chair. He spread his legs out, one on either side of her perfect body and he slid his asscheeks to the edge of the chair to move his pelvis closer to his daughter-in-law's beautifully sculptured face. Victoria placed her hands on her father-in-law's inner thighs and his pecker jerked up responding fast to her touch.
The rubbery flesh of the mushroom-shaped purple head of his whang was swollen to the proportion of a large apricot and the unseeing eye at the tip had tiny drops of pre-cum fluid seeping from it. The long fuckstick was equally thick and the blood-engorged veins criss-crossed it in accent to its throbbing life. The stiff cock protruded out from a blonde tangle of cock hair and beneath the hairy bush were the double sacs containing his nuts which looked small in comparison to his huge prick. Brett's belly was youthfully flat and muscular and Victoria ran her hands up his inner thighs past his cock hair to his lower belly. She stayed still for a moment, then leaned forward until his long, rigid fuckpole made contact with the soft cleavage of her full knockers. She looked up at Brett Stover and smiled when his whang jerked again.
“Well? Let's get with it!” Brett said, grinning lasciviously down at her. He liked the sensation of her massive, warm titties against his pecker and the sight was just as stimulating. “Aren't you going to suck my cock?” he added.
Victoria gulped as she was a little hesitant to begin. His prick was so enormous that she was afraid it might choke her and she knew that at best she would be able to take only half of its length down her throat. She was stalling by teasing him, but Stover wouldn't have it.
“Take it easy, Brett, sweetie, I'm just trying to make your cock larger,” Victoria said in an attempt to appear undisturbed. Brett laughed out loud, but then looked at her with cold blue eyes.
“Get sucking! If it gets any larger, you'll have to start from across the room!” Brett laughed again, but his impatience was apparent.
Victoria felt the anger rising in her heaving titties and she was determined to show Brett Stover what it was like to be sucked by a professional. She moved her left hand down his belly until her palm was just above the base of his large pecker, while she slid her right hand palm upward beneath the soft balls that hung below. At the same moment, she wrapped her cool left hand around the base of his fuckstick and took his sperm-heavy balls in her right hand. Using her long, nimble fingers with sensual skill, she began to gently massage both his balls and fuck pole. She saw her father-in-law draw his breath in sharply as her fingers made contact with his fuck organ, and she wasted no time in getting busy with her warm, wet lips and tongue. Leaning her face close to the swollen purple head, she exhaled her hot breath over it as cobra-like she flicked her tongue out to touch the sensitive nerve at the base of the cockhead. His prick lurched in her hand from his obvious pleasure in her actions.
Thinking of all the material things that her father-in-law's extensive fortune could bring her, so as to help keep her mind off the burning sensation that was growing in her pussy, Victoria set to concentrating on bringing Brett to a rapid climax. She wanted to show him her sexual prowess and then make him beg for more. Flicking her tongue in and out of her sensuous mouth, she dotted the tip of his swollen pecker with the warm sleek wetness of her hot spit while continuing the steady massaging of his semen-filled balls. Her left hand was working slowly, but deliberately around the thick base of his pecker, pulling the stretched skin covering up and down. She could feel his excitement increasing with the growing rate of his throbbing pecker.
Listing her head to one side, Victoria ran her tongue down the base of the long, fleshy cudgel, moistening its whole long stalk with the spittle that ran from her warm, wet mouth. Then, once again, she held her open mouth poised over the peckerhead while flicking her tongue at the narrow gash at the top. She could taste the pungent drops of his prick juice and it excited her cunt all over again. Moisture was forming between her inner thighs as her pussy pulsated from the thought of having the long, hard whang ramming inside but she tried to sublimate any thoughts of her own pleasure even though she knew it would be a losing battle.
Stretching her snakelike tongue out as far as she could, Victoria placed it against the base of the blunt cockhead and opening her mouth wide, she slowly lowered her mouth down over his prick like she was taking a large lick on a candy stick. Her red lips closed tightly around the thickness of his pecker as her mouth cavern was filled with the rubbery flesh. She ran her tongue with furious intensity back and forth over the sensitive tip as her warm spittle gushed around the whole swollen donghead.
Her father-in-law groaned very quietly but Victoria heard it and was pleased. She began to bob her head up and down the thick whang pulling with her lips and teeth at the blood-engorged flesh. The head end alone seemed to fill every part of her mouth, but she worked up and down on it to see if she could swallow it down her throat.
Brett Stover's eyes were wide with lust as his son's young wife closed the warmth of her mouth around the end of his throbbing pecker. The heat of her pink tongue sent tremendous sensations down the length of his hardened fuckstick and they seemed to rebound back up from the delicate touches of her long, sensuous fingers. Her tongue worked like liquid fire that knew instinctively where to find the most sensitive parts of Brett's prick and her lips and teeth seemed to be pulling his whole body inside to the warm confines of her mouth. The sensations were tremendous and he felt like his sperm was hanging on the peak of cum release already. When Victoria began to wiggle her head up and down over his whang, he had to strain consciously to fight off the urge to squirt out his waiting sperm right then and there. Her long, blonde hair had fallen back down over her shoulders and it brushed teasingly against his thighs, adding more delights to the already intense pleasure. He could easily take her warm, sucking mouth wrapped around his whang like that for the rest of his life.
Victoria nearly choked while she tried with supreme effort to take more and more of the long prick into her hot mouth. The huge cockhead seemed to be pressing back against her tonsils as she pushed down on the hard cudgel of flesh and then when she raised up again, she bit down with her teeth, leaving white streaks where the blood had been forced away from the surface of his skin. She gulped down the hot spit that flowed freely from her mouth and she sucked with all her strength on the rigid pecker. After a moment, she was able to take nearly half of his fuckstick into her mouth and she pumped vigorously on the other half with her hand. Brett's nuts were growing tight and she could feel the pressure of his semen building up inside. Victoria knew that he was on the verge of aiming so she sucked and pulled and bobbed faster and faster on the hardened fuckstick sunk so deep in her sucking mouth.
Brett had to fight to keep from spewing his cum as the sensations of Victoria's sucking which poured through his body seemed to multiply with ever-increasing intensity. His excitement was not only from the manipulations of his son's wife's sensuous mouth, but the sight of her voluptuous, naked body hunched slavishly down between his outstretched legs, like a wild beast about to pounce, was also fantastically stimulating. He could clearly see her smooth-skinned asscheeks beyond her bobbing head and the moons of them seemed to be opening and closing slightly as she worked her head up and down his cock. She was lightly tanned all over her body and at that unlikely moment, Brett Stover found himself wondering if she sunbathed in the nude. He decided she must, and it occurred to him that he would sometime like to join her in the sun. Then he remembered how inviting her pussy had looked when she stripped off her dress, and he wanted to stop her sucking of his whang before he exploded everything he had deep inside her hot throat.
Victoria was totally enthralled with the sucking of her father-in-law's prick. It had become a part of her senses and she wanted the huge amount of sperm that stirred in his balls to shoot out the end of his pecker deep down in her throat. She wanted to taste its hot, white stickiness and to have the white, sticky cum splashing in her mouth so she could suck it down into her hungry belly. She could feel the cockhead balloon out larger and she thought it was about to explode when she felt his hands pulling at her hair. Brett was saying something, but Victoria didn't hear it until he had repeated it to her once again.
“Stop it, I said! I want to fuck that hot little pussy of yours,” Brett Stover was demanding. Victoria was slightly disappointed as she slipped her mouth up off the throbbing pecker to look at Brett Stover, but his words excited her. She was aware of the heat in her cunt and the thought of having her husband's father's pecker pushing up inside her pussy made her quickly forget her desire to have him cum in her mouth. Her twat was damp with her flooding cunny juices and she stood up quickly to crawl up on the chair so she could lower her screw box down over his hardened pecker.
Brett moved when Victoria did and he grabbed her by the waist to lower her back on the plush carpeting covering on the floor. Victoria didn't resist as she was like a crazed animal anxious to be fed, and she lay flat on her back as her father-in-law knelt down between her limply opened legs. She immediately spread her legs out wider and Brett Stover could clearly see the smooth folds of her damp, hungry pussy. The blonde, silky twat hair surrounding her cunt seemed to part by itself as she drew her legs back and the moist pink flesh at the opening to her fuckhole looked tight and inviting.
“Quick, Brett Darling! Fuck me! Now! I want your prick inside my cunt now!” Victoria pleaded as Brett gaped at her beautiful, young body. He was down on all fours between her widespread legs and she could see his spit-glistening whang pointing toward her hot and hungry fuck passage. Brett moved as though they had all kinds of time and he bent forward to gently squeeze the ripe flesh of her large firm titties. Victoria reached down between her hot legs and took his pecker in her hand. Her hot cunt was burning to have his prick inside and the touch of his hands on her large boobies made the feeling that much more urgent.
Brett Stover rolled the pink, erect nipples on the tips of her full knockers between his thumbs and forefingers. They were like ripe cherries ready to be plucked and as he fondled them, he could see the ecstasy of pleasure on Victoria's face. She rolled her head from side to side while quietly pleading with him to fuck her. Her fingers stroked the end of his whang as if to hypnotize it into doing as she wanted. But Brett wanted to take full enjoyment of his entry of her warm, eager pussy and he released his hold of her knockers so that he could place his hands by her shoulders to lean forward over her passion-writhing body. He looked down between their nakedness to watch as his son's wife wiggled her cunt toward the head of his fuckstick which she was holding in her hot hand still.
A blue-white shock of pleasure jolted Victoria's twat as she guided the rubbery tip of Brett's dong slipperily down the hair-lined length of her twat. Brett Stover kept holding his hips back from her, making her arch her hips up to meet the monstrous length of hardened male cock flesh, but when she had the purple head against the opening to her pussy, she pushed up suddenly with her twat muscles to suck the smooth, rubbery prickhead inside the softly bearded lips of her cunt.
“Please, Brett, fuck me! FUCK ME!” Victoria begged as her father-in-law restrained himself from driving his long, pulsating pecker into her twat. He pushed his hips forward just enough to allow a little more of his cockhead to pop through the opening of ragged pussy flesh and he savored the wet warmth that seemed to hungrily grip the sensitive tip of his excited pecker. The feeling was tremendous and he couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed hard forward with his hips and the spit-moistened whang slid into her pussy like a hot knife slicing mercilessly through warm jelly.
“Oh, my God! Oh, Jesus, it's so good!” Victoria groaned as her whole fuck passage was stretched wider and wider by the plunging prick. The smooth mushroom donghead seemed to part the walls of her pussy as it made its way into the depths of her burning twat. His cock kept coming and coming, filling her pussy ready, tight passage with hot, hard flesh that she wanted so much until finally it entered the very depths of her belly and smashed hard into the cringing walls of her fuckhole. At the same instant his cum-loaded balls slapped into her naked, upturned asscheeks sending additional salacious sensations coursing through her lust-crazed twat.
“Eeeeegggghhhh! Oh, Brett, Jesus Christ!” Victoria moaned her pleasure out loud to her father-in-law. Her cunny was completely filled by the long prick and she looked down between her huge titties at the clump of his blonde cockhair pressed tightly against her pussy.
The sensation of the tight, hot pussy flesh wrapped around his throbbing whang was more than Brett could stand. It had taken a great deal of self-control to keep from shooting his load in his daughter-in-law's insatiably sucking mouth and now the warmth of her twat brought the urgency back in full force. His sperm was bursting to get out and he started to fuck into her hot, young cunt like there was nothing else that mattered in the world. He drew his whang back out of her until only the cockhead remained inside and then he immediately slammed forward again to plunge deep inside her damp, hot pussy.
“Oh, yes, Brett, darling! Fuck me like you're doing! I'm ready to cum! Ooooohhh, I'm ready to cum!” Victoria chanted as the thick prick fucked demonically in and out of her voraciously clasping twat. Her nerves tingled with the sensations that sprang from her pussy running up into her full, heaving titties and out her arms and down her long legs to ignite an ecstasy of pleasure in every part of her sensuous body. She was caught in a spinning whirlpool of passion that tossed her mind through endless corridors of pleasure and the long, hard pecker of her father-in-law kept ramming harder and harder into the core of her near-bursting body.
Brett Stover stared down at the passionate woman beneath him and her frenzy was like a spontaneous vacuum that sucked him into her body. He watched his prick sinking quickly into the far-hidden depths of her belly like a very welcome guest and when he left it, her tight, hair-lined, young cunny seemed to pull back on his prick as though she couldn't bear for him to leave. The moist walls of her pussy seemed to work over every little curve in his fuckstick, massaging each part as an equally stimulating suction. Victoria kept arching her firm, full hips up to meet his long, downward dives and her legs stretched out wider and wider in acceptance of the fuck joy he was giving her. He fucked his prick into her with more and more force as his excitement raged out of control.
“Give me your sperm, Brett! Oh, fuck, give me your sperm!” Victoria was flailing her head back and forth, and her mouth was open wide. Her pink tongue that had moments before licked the large prick that was now driving deep into her cunny, kept running wetly over the curvy line of her helplessly open lips. Her large, blue eyes were open and staring into a space of erotic visions that existed only in her brain.
“Aaaaggghhh! Ooooohhhh! I'm cuming! EEEEGGGHH!” Victoria threw her legs up high as her whole body shuddered beneath the driving force in her bursting pussy. She was a wild animal in the peak of monumental ecstasy.
The sudden tightening of her rippling cunt around his throbbing, long pecker was more than Brett Stover could bear, and his pleasure soared and he was reaching the peak of orgasm. His hot, sticky white sperm raced from his balls and the pit of his belly to sensationally squirt its heat to the depths of his son's wife's exploding young throbbing twat. His belly muscles jerked with great spasms as he slammed his swelling prick far up inside the cock slit just as the prick reached the tip. It shot out with tremendous bursts from the dilated gash, crashing with hot joy into the cavity of her wildly contracting belly. Each burst seemed to start at the base of his pecker and dash up the stalk with tremendous speed, with one great jerk up the whole length of the long, thick cudgel. The moment it shot out the prick head, another burst followed the sensation-giving path of the last barrage and then another and another until Brett thought it would continue forever.
Victoria was in a world of her own when in the height of her orgasm, her husband's father's cum spewed and smashed into her writhing cunt. Her mind saw only the great purple cockhead of his huge fucker pumping out the hot male sperm and filling her belly with tremendous pleasures. It sloshed around inside her twat to mix with her own hot climax and her pussy contracted sharply again and again over the thick hardness of his spewing lust-crazed pecker. The great spasms that began at the opening of her burning, grasping cunt jerked wildly up through her nerve-filled fuck passage to end as a hot blast of sheer delight deep up inside her sperm-filled belly.
For the moment, all of the reasons that Victoria had laid beneath her father-in-law's wildly jerking prick were forgotten completely. She was not the young scheming woman in that minute, but instead she was nothing more than a hot, passion-filled whore that wanted only to be at the driving mercy of the sensation giving cudgel of hardened prick flesh that rested deep inside her womb. For the first time in her life, Victoria felt something akin to love. It was an odd stirring and she knew that she needed Brett's prick in her over and over and over again!