Chapter 3

Her cunt seemed to be stretched wide-open by the tension of her widespread thighs. With the quilted satin belt of her housecoat, he had tied her ankles to the legs of the coffee table. Her wrists, bound with his wide leather belt, were pulled behind her and tied in a similar manner. Her head and shoulders rested on nothing, and her efforts to keep her head up so that she could see what he was doing only served to make the muscles of her abdomen shudder as they tensed. Her heavy breasts shook with her vain efforts to free herself.

Then she froze, her blue eyes rolling, as he dropped his pants and she could look up the pale curves of his thin legs to the juncture of his marbled thighs. His dough-colored cock arched out from the sandy hair at its base like the nozzle to a gasoline pump. His scrotum, drawn down by the weight of his heavy testicles, swayed between his legs as he kicked his feet free of the trousers. The appendix scar on the right side of his abdomen ran down until it met the border of his pubic hair, an unpleasant gash the same color as the tanned "V" at his neckline.

Her thighs quivered with fear. Her eyes watered with embarrassment and terror.

"How can you do this to me?" she begged him.

"Somebody's got to," he said.

She cried out once, then quickly gasped for breath, her mind reeling with shame and horror as her lecherous father-in-law took a swig of the brandy and crawled like a jackal onto the coffee table to spread his pale, hot body over her, his rapidly swelling cock nestled firmly in the hairy cleft of her pussy.

Rigid with terror, Valerie felt its immense girth sliding against her pubic hair. There was a slight slipping friction as the dry head of Richard's swollen cock skidded across the dampness of her tissues, an irritating tickle which almost made her want to have her father-in-law's hot shaft within her. She was shocked to realize that the fantasy they had both indulged themselves in so often before in the presence of both Jim and Frances was about to come true. They had made sexual jokes with each other before, but now he was actuary going to fuck her.

Her breath grew shallow as she felt the heat of his grease- stained hands on the tender, white flesh of her thighs, his coarse fingers opening her up, slowly, gently massaging her tissues until, horrible as it was, she could feel her sexual juices beginning to flow. His fingers were so warm and coarse that it was like rubbing herself with a hot washcloth. She could feel her clitoris beginning to grow hard, even though he hadn't yet touched it.

"That's it, Val," he said. "Don't fight me. Just relax and enjoy it."

It was only now that she realized she had been permitting his lewd caress without the slightest protest. But it seemed to her that she had been fighting him for hours, and now she was too angry, too shocked even to speak. She let her head hang over the edge of the coffee table, her long hair cascading almost to the floor. She couldn't look at his coyote-like face.

She felt him stir above her, his knees knocking at the heavy plate glass of the table. Then she felt him thrust the head of his cock against her labia. A grating pain shot through her and she tried to close her legs to force him out, but the belt of the housecoat held her open to his initial thrust and she could only shake her head back and forth, biting her lip to keep from wailing at him. She was, she realized, helpless to stop him. But I'll be damned if I'll give him a moment's pleasure by responding, she vowed silently.

Her father-in-law cradled her milky shoulders in his hairy arms, pulling her spongy breasts against his chest so that she could feel his crushing weight even in the tips of her nipples. His cheek was rough against her own, and the liquored dampness of his breath was hot against the side of her neck. She could almost feel it condensing in the downy hair near her ear.

Slowly, rotating the burning head of his cock within the opening of her cunt, Richard moved into her tight young pussy. Only the head of his cock was swiveling in her slippery labia but, even so, tears trickled from her eyes as Valerie wriggled beneath him in some small hope of freeing herself from his incestuous grasp.

"You're hurting me," she groaned, her arms tense behind her and useless to push him away. But when she bumped up at him to dislodge his cock, she only succeeded in increasing the pain on her improperly lubricated tissues. She skidded her buttocks to the side on the glass surface in an effort to lessen the tearing pressure, but as she did so, her father-in-law suddenly drove into her.

Valerie shrieked out as though she had been stabbed with a red-hot sword, then gasped incredulously as she felt the entire branding length of her father-in-law's monstrous cock plowing into her, searing her inner tissues with a peeling fire. She hadn't been fucked for more than a month, and the pain was almost as great as the first night she had been deflowered by this man's son.

"Nooooo!" she groaned, her cry punctuated by an animalistic grunt of pleasure from the man thrusting into her.

But the sharp pain seemed to disseminate itself into an intense heat, the thick warmth welling inward and outward around the buried shaft of her father-in-law's cock. But drifting like hot snowflakes in this red storm of pain were tingling points of eerie sensation that made Valerie's cry dwindle to a moan. And she found herself unable to distinguish between the emotional pain and the swiftly growing physical pleasure.

Her internal organs gripped tightly around his pulsing rod, but he didn't immediately begin to shaft the bloated lance into her unprepared pussy.

"Oh, Val," he gasped, "you're so hot and tight!" His brandy- scented mouth descended hard and hot against her innocent lips, his tongue wedging itself into her mouth until she could feel its slickness against the heat of her own tongue. And the lingering taste of the brandy in his mouth made her saliva glands spurt thickly.

Richard's tongue rushed even deeper into her mouth, probing hotly against the smooth dome of her palate. It seemed to churn within her mouth with all the force he had not yet unchained by pounding his cock into her. The tart thickness of their intermingled saliva flooded her mouth as she endured his kiss, his tongue swabbing the roof of her mouth wildly.

She made a weak, desperate moan of protest or pain as she felt the suction on her tissues and he began to withdraw his erection from her gripping cunt. Then she lay still beneath him as he bed tensing his pale hips, pushing the swollen heat of his intruding cock back and forth in her narrow channel. With each quick stroke he made, she felt the grip of her pussy loosening around him, greased by her own welling secretions. But, as the resistance of her tight sheath lessened, she could also sense her shock at this incestuous mating diminishing.

Her tied hands gripped at the empty air, her fingers searching vainly for something to close over. And soon the deliberately slow movements of his excruciating hard-on easing through the grip of her dissolving tissues had driven the young woman to a mesmerizing thrall of perverted sensuality. She began automatically answering each of his calculated lunges with a hesitant thrust of her own--letting his cock glide back, then reimpaling herself on its greasy thickness, wolfing it back into the clutch of her cunt and permitting it to withdraw ever so slightly before sucking it inside her churning warmth once again.

When her father-in-law pulled back more than usual, Valerie could feel the inner walls of her pussy closing behind his withdrawn glans. And when he plunged back into her, she knew that the constriction of her searing tissues must be very strong on the swollen skin of his cock.

The burning snowflakes of pleasure seemed to breed along the surface of her deepest tissues, causing her to quiver beneath him with a desire to throw her tied legs over his hips to ease the tension. Over his shoulder, she could barely see the rounds of his white, hairless buttocks, but she could see that he was withholding his thrusts by the obvious tension in the milky hillocks each time he thrust into her.

Richard pulled back until only the bloated magenta glans of his cock was weakly gripped by his daughter-in-law's quivering labia, his back arched like a tensed spring. Then he let himself fall forward.

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.

"Nah-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.