John Morison: Young Swingers

When Margaret Stover and Andrew Hewitt had walked to the bar, Victoria realized this was her big opportunity. She casually rubbed up against her father-in-law's thigh as he rubbed her asscheeks. Then, she quickly disengaged herself and linking her arm through his, led him through the door toward the game room. Brett walked quietly beside her knowing that his son was probably fucking the shit out of Anita Hewitt and wouldn't be in the way.

Victoria was anxious to show her father-in-law the “game” room. It was the room in which she and her husband entertained when they had the mate-swapping parties at their house and it had been especially prepared for just this occasion. In the center of the huge room was a large sunken bed where entertainment was put on for the members of the club. The room itself was the size of a small gym and surrounding the huge bed in the center of the room were two levels of wide, long, comfortable sofas where the guests could entertain themselves while still having an unobstructed view of the action on the bed.

Victoria and her husband had only recently added the room on, and it had only been used four times for the mate-swapping gatherings. The low-level lighting was such that the room seemed nearly dark when first entered, but as their eyes became adjusted to the darkness it was clear that the majority of the lighting was concentrated on the king-sized bed. Victoria began taking her clothes off as she and the older Stover approached the center of the room.

“Please fuck me right away, Brett darling. It's been two days since that beautiful night when you screwed me,” Victoria said quietly. She placed her hand against her father-in-law's pants to feel his erect, hard prick throbbing beneath the material.

Brett Stover was anxious to fuck his son's horny, hot young wife again but at the same time, he was prepared to teach her once and for all that he was the one in control.

He had felt that Victoria was setting something up when he arrived that evening, and he guessed that she wanted to be chased on the naive presumption that he would give her anything in the world just to fuck her. He was going to screw her but it would be on his terms and conditions. She would have to come crawling to him and beg for his mercy and only then would Brett fully be satisfied.

“Take off all your things, Victoria. I want to see your body completely in the nude,” Stover said to his daughter-in-law and he walked down to the mammoth bed in the middle of the game room.

Victoria took off her bra and panties while watching her father-in-law as he began undressing. She was wondering if her husband would think or care to find them when he got through fucking Anita Hewitt and she hoped that he would. She laughed to herself imagining Junior's expression if he were to walk in and find her being fucked silly by his own father. In fact, she hoped that Andrew and Margaret would be with him too. She felt sure that Andrew and Margaret would stay together at the bar in the party room until Junior returned and then they might all go looking for Victoria and Senior Stover was smiling as she went to join her father-in-law on the bed. She was glad that everything was going better than she had planned. She was convinced that a confrontation would occur that evening and the way Victoria saw it, she had to be the winner.

Victoria moved seductively toward the enormous bed where her father-in-law was waiting. She had learned two nights before that he wouldn't chase her, but she did know that he found her cunt hard to resist. The billionaire was lying back on the bed, propped up on his elbows and his giant prick seemed to throb with excitement. A tiny spasm of heat in her pussy became greater as Victoria looked at the smooth, fleshy fuckstick with anticipation. She knelt down on the bed beside Brett Stover, feeling the blood flowing rapidly through it with the cool palm of her hand. Stover didn't move, so Victoria leaned down without uttering a word and blew her hot, sweet breath over the purple, mushroom donghead. Then, licking her lips with her pink tongue, she kissed the hot cock in her hand before taking it into her spit-moistened mouth. Her lips sucked hungrily on the stiffened pecker while her tongue swirled wetly over the rubbery prick flesh in her mouth.

The sensations in her soaking twat grew in intensity as she bobbed her head up and down the erect whang. She could feel the love-juice fluid from her panting cunt as it flowed out between the ragged pink pussy flesh beneath her sparsely hair-lined twat gash. She wanted his big cherry-smasher ramming into her pulsating, boiling, wet cunny but she was determined not to do anything until Brett asked her to do it. She touched the double sacs of his balls to feel the pressure of his sperm swimming madly within.

Brett Stover stared at the sensuous body of his son's wife while she sucked voraciously at his prick. He liked the way she used her teeth and tongue and the sensations coming from his swollen fuckstick made his lust for her even greater. He had to laugh to himself as he thought how she was making things easier for herself without really knowing it and his glistening prick would be less painful for her when he shoved it up inside her hot, virgin, young shithole. Brett let her continue sucking for a few minutes more, but then he could wait no longer as he was eager to see her screaming and begging for his mercy and helplessly impaled on the end of his desire-hardened fuckpole.

“Move down on your belly,” Victoria's father-in-law suddenly ordered as he pulled her away from his throbbing, wet whang. Victoria moved on his command, stretching her voluptuous body out on the enormous bed. His eyes, having adjusted to the dim light, could clearly make out the smooth-skinned globes of her firm, rounded, young asscheeks and he roughly pushed her legs wide apart to crawl up between them. Victoria didn't question him or resist in any way and she lay still on her white belly like a subjugated slave to her king's desires. Brett Stover leaned his face close to the blonde pussy area between her inner thighs, and he pushed his middle finger like a dipstick into the moist folds of her raging cunt. Parting the fleshy lips with the tip of his finger, he found the moist, dark opening of her fuckhole and drove his long fingers inside.

“Jesus Christ!” Victoria mewled and she wiggled her hips back against the screwing finger. She clamped the walls of her pussy tightly around it while her father-in-law shoved deeply inside it. It felt marvelous and Victoria squirmed her lusty body against the cool taffeta spread on the bed. Her massive titties and belly were filled with pleasant sensations from her wiggling against the bedspread but the finger in her cunt was the pivot of her attention.

After a few seconds, Brett Stover pulled his moistened finger from the wet pussy passage and spreading the globes of her round asscheeks aside with his other hand, he exposed the hairless pink opening of her shithole to his gaze. The tiny puckered asshole tightened instinctively when he pushed his moistened finger against it, but Brett Stover worked the end quickly inside the elastic ring of flesh and drove his finger deep into Victoria's shithole.

“Oh, my God! No! Nooooo!” Victoria groaned from the pain of his cruel jab. The sizzling hot thrust of his long finger felt like a burning tong as it pushed into her tightly resisting pooper. She tried to lurch away from the perverted invader but Brett Stover held her tightly against the bed. She consciously forced herself to relax her ass muscles and the pain quickly subsided. She had had fingers thrust into her shithole before, but the suddenness of her husband's father's ramming finger had brutally hurt her. She began to grow nervous as she wondered what Brett Stover was preparing her for and a nauseous fear flashed through her body when she thought about the tremendous size of his prick. She could never take that huge, fleshy fuckstick in her asshole, Victoria thought, it would break her apart.