Wilma Crane - Family bride

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."