Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

“Get… get away from me!”

“The hell I will!” he snapped, backing her against the far wall. His breath was hot and fetid in her face, making her cringe, making a small mewling sound escape her throat. “I haven’t been laid in five months now, two longer than it’s been for you, and I want my nuts cracked. I’ve got a load built up inside me that needs to be let loose, right now, and you, honey girl, are going to let it loose for me inside that hot little belly of yours!”

“No, no, no, no!”

“Oh yes, baby, oh yes. I’ve had enough of your prick-teasing and now I’m going to sample what you’ve been putting on display. And you’re going to cooperate, understand, or I’ll beat the living shit out of you!”

“I’ll… I’ll scream if you touch me!”

“You do and I’ll break your fucking neck!” Jennings spat into her face. “You’ll cooperate bitch! You’ll give me a ride like you give Larry, like you give my son!”

Patty leaned against the cold wall of the bedroom, twisting her head away from the lewdly contorted face which loomed above her. She felt strangely detached, disembodied, as if she was dreaming all of this, as if she could simply shake her head and wake up and find that everything which had happened in these past few minutes had been a terrible nightmare. This just can’t be happening, it just can’t! Her tortured mind screamed. My own father-in-law, my husband’s father, a man I trusted, the husband of a woman who has been like a mother to me… oh God, oh God, such perverted filth can’t be real.

Suddenly, Jennings’ hands shot out, gripping her shoulders with cruel force. He crushed her to him, his lips seeking hers, his hands snaking around behind her as he ground his pelvis against her stomach. She could feel the hard bulge of his rising penis pressed against her abdomen, the lewd ugly feel of his great weapon, and she began to struggle violently, throwing her head from side to side in a vain attempt to escape his questing lips, twisting her body in his squidlike embrace. And then his mouth founds hers and he thrust his long, snaking tongue deep inside, moving it around hers, tasting the roof of her mouth. She tried to clamp down with her teeth over the wet, probing member, but the pressure of his bulbous lips was enough to keep her mouth wedged open. Patty emitted low, agonized sounds as his hands crawled under the bottom of her nightie to cup the soft, resilient mounds of her globular asscheeks, fingers pinching the tender flesh mercilessly. He pulled his tongue from her mouth then, letting it flick across her lips, across her chin and then upward along the smoothness of her face, a hot, foul fire-brand on her sensitive flesh that made her cringe with hate and humiliation.

“Oh, honey girl,” he crooned deep in his chest, “you got the nicest ass I’ve ever felt, so soft, so soft and nice… oh, honey girl, honey girl.

Her brain was whirling, trying desperately to find an avenue of escape from his clutching hands. If she could knee him, crush his scrotum flat with her up-pistoning leg… but no, he was holding her too tightly, she could scarcely even breathe in his vise grip. There was nothing she could do, nothing…

Jennings in that instant gathered his son’s wife into his arms grinding her against his chest, carrying her toward the bed. She wanted to scream, but his threat of moments earlier stilt lingered in her mind; she knew instinctively that he would carry it out, that he would beat her without mercy if she didn’t obey him, and she choked off the cry before it found voice. Jennings threw her down on the bed, breathing hard, staring down at her with his hot, hungry, carnal gaze. Then he reached toward her, and she tried to hunch back, but the headboard prevented her from moving more than a scant few inches, and his curled fingers found the neck of her thin nightie and ripped it with animalistic fury from her body.

Patty heard him suck in his breath, saw the thin line of drool which appeared on one side of his mouth and began to dribble down his chin, as he looked for the first time upon her naked, voluptuous flesh. “Jesus Christ!” Jennings muttered. “Look at those tits! I’ve never seen tits like that on any woman, ever! And your cunt, oh Jesus what a fine juicy young cunt you’ve got, honey girl.”

Patty closed her eyes, trapped, nowhere to go, frightened, helpless, with nothing to do except submit to this… beast who stood slobbering above her. Shame and degradation, utter loathing, ran rampant through her body and even though it was a pathetically futile gesture, she dropped her hands to partially cover her reddish-gold pubic fleece, her soft pink vagina, from his sickly perverted sight. She heard him grunting, the whisper of a zipper… a sound she knew all too well – and some hidden perversity inside her made her open her eyes to look up at him again. He was just struggling out of his trousers, just pulling his white underpants down over his large hairy legs. Then he straightened, leering at her, and she moaned in helpless fright as she saw his huge, throbbing cock standing granite-hard, curving slightly at the tip, from his paunch belly. She had never seen anything so… so ghastly, so horrifying in her life as Tom Jennings’ bloated penis with its pulsating bluish-purple veins surging toward the blood-filled head, tipped with the milky moistness of his escaping seminal fluid. She prayed silently, anguishedly, for blessed unconsciousness to free her from this terrible sight, from the ravagement of her sweet young flesh which would surely take place any moment now. But there was no blackness to take her away from the horror of the moment, no respite at all, and the fear grew within her by leaps and bounds.

Jennings grinned lewdly as he saw the growing terror in her eyes; oh God, she was going to be a fuck and a half, she was going to be the best fuck he had ever had, he was going to show her that a father can be a better man than his son…! He dropped his weight onto the bed, his mouth hanging lax now and his eyes feasting on her alabaster flesh. He reached out one hand and tore her concealing fingers from her pubic area, exposing her lovely young pussy once again to his salacious vision. He put his hands on her knees and moved them slowly upward, and when they reached her thighs he dipped the tips of his fingers between the tightly pressed limbs, trying to draw them apart in order to see all of her cuntal furrow. Patty resisted, locking her legs closed with a cording of her muscles, and Jennings cried out in rage, His fingers gouged into her sensitive flesh, ripped her thighs apart cruelly, viciously, leaving ugly bruise marks on her soft inner thighs which would turn black and blue in just a matter of moments.

“Aaaaaghhhhh!“ Patty screamed in sudden pain as her legs were wrenched open, spread wide and held there by his steellike grip.

“Goddamn you, you teasing little bitch, keep those legs open!” Jennings panted. "Keep ‘em open, or I’ll tie ‘em open and beat you shitless besides!“

He released her then, tentatively watching to see what she would do. Patty wanted to close her thighs again, hide her femininity from this foul creature who was her husband’s father, but his threat and the futility, the terrible and irrevocable futility of the situation, caused her to leave them spread obscenely wide. She closed her eyes again, leaning her head back against the headboard, waiting, praying that it would be over soon.

Jennings stared at the soft, blood-swollen lips of young daughter-in-law’s open vagina and the drool fell from his mouth in a wider stream. Holy Christ, but she had some beautiful cunt! Gladys’ pussy was a dried-up, useless prune in comparison! He stared, fascinated, by the involuntarily wet furrow glistening before his eyes, at the fear-trembling clitoris, flaccid in its reddish covering of flesh. He reached out an almost reverent finger to touch the fluted edges of the sweet young pussy before him, and the power he felt when Patty tried to shrink back away from his touch, tried to contract her cunt lips to escape his probing middle finger, was rapturously enormous. He touched the moist pink phallus, playing with it, reveling in the soft mewling cries which Patty sobbed forth. Then he dipped his finger lower, tracing it along the sensitive flesh of her slit, posing it at the opening of her vaginal orifice, poising it there and then thrusting it savagely deep inside the moist, butter-soft passage.