Chapter 8: Chapter 8
It took a few moments for Michael One to steady himself. Diana's oral passion was something he had not reckoned with. However, he had disproved the "rape" theory of his daughter-in-law to his satisfaction and hopefully to hers.
But that was something he intended to make sure of at the moment.
Diana shivered with excitement as her father-in-law smiled down at her. It stemmed from the lubricious gleam in his dark eyes and the still stiff lance of man flesh that jutted from his groin. She trembled and whimpered.
The aroused thrills increased as he leaned over and lifted her to her feet. Without speaking, he pulled her half-naked body to his, crushing her supple form to him. She came without hesitation, the stiff nipples of her melon-like breasts stabbing at his chest.
There was absolutely no protest this time as his tongue darted from his mouth. Her lips opened and accepted the oral probe that filled the emptiness left by his withdrawn cock. Her own tongue playfully dueled around the flicking invader, then pushed its way into his mouth.
Carefully, she wedged a thigh between his legs and rubbed it over the exposed length of his manhood, still hard and powerful feeling, despite the demand she had just placed on his seminal reservoir. He moaned around the mouthful of tongue that speared toward the back of his throat.
She pressed tightly to him, relishing in the inciting sensation of her tit mounds flattening against his chest, then slowly swaying her hips so that the pancaked globes rolled deliciously over him. Her hand slid down his back, anchoring into the taut boulders of his ass and pulled his crotch to hers.
Simultaneously, his hands followed hers, dipping beneath the tight waistband of her slacks and under the elastic tops of her panties. Her little wiggle movements increased to a provocative dance as his hands covered the perky, rounded curves of her bottom. He squeezed down. His fingers firmly dug into the fleshy demiglobes, kneading her silken buttocks as he had fondled the moldable mounds of her young, proud breasts.
For several minutes they clung to each other, their tongues darting and exploring the now familiar interiors of their mouths. Their hands squeezed and urged. Their bodies pressed together with a sensual nearness.
Reluctantly, they separated, gazing at one another for a silent second or two. Then his hands withdrew from her ass and moved to the front of her burgandy hip-huggers.
While he worked the button and zipper to her slacks free, her own fingers occupied themselves with the imposing shaft that speared wantonly from his fly.
With loving tenderness, her fingertips glided up and down the still moist spike of flesh; still damp with the traces of her saliva. It jerked and jumped under her spright teasing. Its red glans glistened from the fresh sexual oils that oozed from his balls.
A little tug came from each side of her hips. She wiggled and helped him work the clinging slacks down her thighs until they fell around her ankles. He followed the same procedure to remove the naughty pink mesh panties she wore.
She had to give up her hold on his thick prick as he leaned over and suddenly lifted her in his arms. Not particularly caring where he was taking her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and playfully nibbled at his ear.
About twenty feet from where their enjoyable confrontation had begun, he gently laid her on the ground between two towering magnolias. The grass was thick there, like a natural bed. It felt cool and exciting against the nakedness of her body as she stretched out voluptuously at his feet.
Smiling down at the willing young woman, his fingers worked free the buttons to his shirt and threw it aside. With the same quickness, he managed to peel away his pants and the boxer shorts he wore, to join his enticing daughter-in-law in her nakedness.
Lowering himself beside her in their grassy bed, he once more scooped her up in his arms. Her inciting fingers were back at his cock, as he slid one of his hands between her silk-textured thighs. She whimpered with arousal as his palm closed around the fleshy mound of her pubis.
He squeezed, roughly molding the vulnerable knoll of her sex. Her hips twitched eagerly, hunching their willingness into his fingers. He could feel the moisture of her anticipation welling from between the outer lips of her labia. There was no need for further foreplay, but that was exactly what made the things he did to her so enjoyable.
Wiggling a finger into the thick, quivering lips of her cunt, he sluiced into the juice-filled channel of her vagina, twisting and twirling the intimate digit. The soft folds of her tunnel of desire responded, squeezing around the probe that had invaded her body. Her pelvis moved up and down, working itself on him as if it were feeding on the thickness of a cock, rather than a single finger.
His nakedness only made the wonderfully firm mounds of her breasts that more enjoyable. Heavy and round, they pressed against his chest, rolling and spearing the stiffness of their erect nipples into his skin.
Her hands slid up and down on his prick, neither demanding or urgent, but letting him know she was more than ready to have its thickness buried within the tight sheath of her belly.
But he still waited, gliding another finger into her heated hole of passion, while yet another fingertip tapped at her clit, taunting it out from under the thin membrane of its hood. It was as if he teased her body to quell forever whatever traces of "rape" still remained in her body. He taunted her, stirring her lust in the same manner he had used last night in the dim-lit passageway.
She whimpered, writhing against his body, as big fingers expertly manipulated dual digits into the enveloping socket of sex, while his third finger flicked and fondled a prodigious series of thrills through her body.
She felt him move beside her and his free hand rolled her to her back. He edged up a little and his mouth kissed at her neck working downward until it captured one of the high-perched cherries of flesh topping a warm, pink-colored tit. His tongue moistly caressed the stiffened bud as his lips sucked.
She groaned. The double stimulation of her body was fantastic. Her lips twisted with the mounting desires that trembled through her. Her body writhed, swishing over the crisp, green bed of grass. Her hips rose and fell in time with the steady in-out pumping of his fingers. Her hands clamped tightly around his cockshaft, squeezing and jacking along its pulsating length.
He was controlling her once again. It was a repeat of their first meeting in the voyeur's alcove. He knew the sexual needs of a woman and even more important, he cared about fulfilling them. Only one man had had that type of control over her body until now - her husband, Michael. Now she had found another - her father-in-law.
She groaned, as his fingers upped their tempo, sluicing into the hot mouth of her belly. Her hips surged up and down, matching the increased rhythm.
Michael! What would he think ... what would he do, if he knew I were here? If he knew I were giving my body to his father with the same willingness that I gave myself to him?
She wanted to straighten the thoughts out in her mind. She wanted to know what to do and how to handle the situation, but those marvelous fingers gliding in and out of her vagina were too demanding.
I'm a whore! A shameless slut who can't get enough sex! Can't get enough hot, hard cock stuffed up my cunt!
But she didn't feel like a slut. She felt like a passion-filled woman who was getting the sex she needed and wanted, from an experienced man who knew how to satisfy her.
God! He feels so good! I'm going to come if he keeps this up! I want his cock for that! Not his fingers!
Still, her father-in-law pumped his vigorously gliding fingers into the trembling groove of her pussy. In and out, then twisting a little, he finger-fucked her, eliciting desire-laden whimpers and moans from her writhing lips.
Does he want me to beg? Does he want me to plead for his cock, like I did last night?
She knew the answers to her questions even before she asked them to herself. She knew he wanted to be asked to fuck her. He wanted her to know that he had only given her what she had wanted last night and at no time had there ever been a question of rape. He was right. She had wanted him. Even when she had discovered the cock that filled her wasn't her husband's, she had wanted him; wanted him just as she wanted and ached for him now.
"Fuck me!" she moaned, gasping for her breath. "Please, I want this wonderful cock of yours! Please! My God, PLEASE!"
His mouth immediately pulled off her tit and he slid atop her, his fulI weight pressing her into the ground and she loved every manly ounce of his body. His fingers jerked free of her snatch and gripped her hips.
Her hands guided the knob-like thickness of his shaft's head to the waiting, throbbing entrance of her cunt. His hips jerked violently and he slammed up into the quivering wetness of her pussy.
She grunted-whimpered with the abrupt penetration of her passion-keen body. His thickness packed her to the brim.
There was no pause, no hesitating moment to revel in the union of their bodies.
His pelvis jerked up, wrenching the filling firmness of cock from her vagina in a brusk manner, then he lurched forward, cramming his bigness back Into the sheathing envelope of desire.
She grunted again, as his heavy impact forced the air from her lungs in a startled "Hooufff!" But this is the way she wanted it. Hard and rough!
Again the straining hugeness of his sexual pole jerked curtly back. She felt her clinging cunt follow its rapid retreat, flowing wetly around his cock's circumference.
Downward his hips plunged again, grinding into her, as he shafted the ponderous root of flesh back up into her belly. The tight channel of her cunt stretched back before the invading arrow-shaped tip of his cock. The walls of her vagina closed around his swollen mass, squeezing tautly.
His breath was hard and fast, like the sound of a rutting animal, as he pumped in and out of her wet, pink cunt. The bestial manner of his assault only heightened the avid need she had for him, this new lover, her father-in-law.
Despite the heaviness of his weight, she worked her hips in the same rigorous tempo of his jackhammering strokes. Up and down, she hunched, arching her back to meet each slamming thrust of his cock, then dropping her ass to the grassy coolness of the ground beneath her, as he jerked out.
His hands were moving on her. She could feel them through the lust-haze cloud that suffused through her body. They were moving downward, from her hips, caressing her thighs. No, they were sliding behind her knees.
Abruptly, her legs were whipped upward and pushed toward her chest, his arms holding them there!
The juice-filled furrow of her desire opened to him in an increased angle of entry. His still ramrodding prick lunged forward, spearing into the innermost depths of her cunt.
She groaned and writhed, her hips no longer able to move. Deep, thick and gorged, his inflexible length of cock skewered her body.
"Ahhhaggghhh!" she accepted the deep-rooted impact of his sex.
Brutally, almost in a punishing fashion, his hips rose and fell. He slammed into her. He ground his crotch into hers, his hairy ball bag slapping at the curves of her uptilted ass cheeks. He lashed. He pounded.
She loved it!
Her hands were dug into his taut buttocks. Her fingernails were biting into his ass as he fucked her. She pulled at him, trying to force even more of the deeply slamming man meat into her pussy.
Her vagina seared with the rising, consuming heat of her desire. He was a living lance that speared again and again into the open wound of her body. Unable to move, she made up for it by squeezing. Her cunt was a sucking mouth that ate at the thick shaft that filled and packed it. She squeezed down, attempting to make her channel of sex a glove-like socket for him. She strained, drawing her pussy tighter and tighter.
He grunted like a lust-maddened bull, his hips lashing up and down. His cock whipped in and out of her. Harder and deeper, he crammed into the burning socket of her body. He skewered her. He rammed her. He plowed into the wanton slash of her hot sex.
Higher and higher, she rose. Nearer and nearer to the release her body screamed for, he whipped her on.
Her hands were raking claws of desperation on his buttocks. Pulling and urging him, she dug into the taut rocks of his ass.
He responded, his pelvis slapping into hers harder and harder. His cock was a fiery piston that only strove deeper, trying to split her up the middle.
She squeezed and writhed, unable to get enough of the fatness of his sex, as she soared closer and closer to climax. She groaned and whimpered the urgent demands of her body. She moaned and grunted as his body pounded over and over into her.
In and out, out and in, his lust-laden shaft impaled the quivering slash of her sex. He drilled and ground. He skewered and poled. His whole body was tense, as he held back the flood that once more boiled up from his balls. He fucked! He fucked her, doing his damnedest to slam his cock all the way up her!
Like a series of unleashed earthquakes, it racked through her body. Tremors, flesh tremors of desire and release, writhed through her. She thrashed and twisted under him, screwing her cunt fully with the fat, swollen length of his shaft.
She cried out in wailing whimpers of delight. Her body exploded and blasted free. Her passion swirled and lashed in the ecstasy of its freedom. Every nerve in her body sizzled with white-hot heat. She came, rocked and caressed by the ultimate of pleasures.
Simultaneously, his balls broke free, glushing a fresh load of come into the orgasmically contracting folds of her cunt. He fountained into her opened body, flooding the sheathing well of her sex with the thick fluids of his release. He filled her until the creamy whiteness of his come oozed around the buried thickness of his cock and seeped from her cunt.
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