by Danielle Lux
Once we were alone in his hotel room, Andrew set upon me like a wild beast, sliding a hand up into one of bikini cups. His fingers found the condoms and he pulled them out.
“I’m not on the pill,” I said.
Andrew threw the condoms on the ground, then kissed my neck as one hand squeezed my breast under the bikini cup and the other slid into my bikini bottoms. Thankfully I was already wet, and his meaty fingers slid in with ease as he started to finger fuck me.
“Oh Andrew,” I gasped. I could feel my juices running down his hand as he fingered my sloppy cunt. His other hand squeezed my breast and rubbed my nipple, which was soon rock hard. Then, wasting no time, he reached round and pulled the string of my bikini, and it fell to the floor.
Andrew’s hungry mouth moved from my neck to my nipple. He sucked like a man possessed, and when one nipple was hard as a diamond, he moved his mouth to the other one, all the while pumping his fat fingers into my slippery pussy.
With Jerry foreplay was a slow process. He took his time, making sure to spend equal amounts of time everywhere, and that was great. In fact it was more than great: most of the time that was exactly what I wanted. But sometimes a woman wants to be taken hard and fast—and Andrew could see this was one of those times.
As he fingered me and sucked greedily on my breasts, I reached down and felt the bulge in Andrew’s boxers. He was rock hard now, the tip of his dick poking out the bottom of his shorts. I rubbed his fat python through the material, marveling at the size of it. Now it was erect it felt gargantuan. It wasn’t just the length, it was the girth too: it was thicker than a beer can.
Suddenly Andrew pushed away from me, then gently pushed me to the floor. At first I thought he was going to fuck me then and there (my pussy’s not ready for that giant dick yet! I thought desperately) but instead he lay down between my legs and, holding onto my thighs, started eating my pussy.
Jerry hated giving oral sex and avoided it whenever he could, but his dad seemed to love it. He set upon my cunt like a wolf on a rabbit, sucking and lapping at my clit like it tasted of strawberries. Like his dick, his tongue was ridiculously long—something I’d never noticed before—and he licked my pussy with wild abandon.
I ran my fingers through his gray hair, holding his head down in the hope that he’d stay there forever. I’d never experience oral sex like this before. Every hair on my body was standing on end and my toes were curling.
“Eat my pussy, Andrew!” I gasped. “Eat my fucking pussy!”
His tongue lapped against my clitoris at incredible speed, as my whole body spasmed with pleasure. I could feel my legs go numb, Ian’s big, strong hands holding my thighs in place as he feasted.
I came like I’d never cum before, the orgasm blazing through my body: every inch of me, from my fingers to my toes, tingling with pleasure. Andrew pulled his mouth away from my cunt, my juices dripping from his chin. My pussy was throbbing.
“Stand up,” I told Andrew. He did as I asked, and I knelt before him. His boxers were like a tent, his rock hard rod looking like it would burst through the cotton at any moment.
I reached up and grabbed the waistband, slowly pulling Andrew’s boxer shorts down to reveal the prize underneath. My heart was pounding again I was excited, but terrified as well.
I could see the hilt of Andrew’s shaft now, and my god it was thick. It looked thicker than my wrist. It looked thicker than Andrew’s wrist. I pulled the boxers further and further down, but the shaft seemed never ending. How long was this thing?
Suddenly, as I was pulling down the boxers so they were almost around Andrew’s knees, his dong swung up and hit me in the nose.
“Ow!” I said. Andrew’s dick was so heavy it felt like I’d been punched.
“You ok?” Andrew asked. But I didn’t answer—I was too busy checking out his cock, the first time I’d seen it in full.
Fuck me it was glorious.
It was long. So fucking long. It was standing to attention, resting against Andrew’s stomach, reaching way past his belly button. It was so long it almost reached his chest.
And the thickness. My god, the thickness. My earlier assessment of it being thicker than a beer can seemed wildly inadequate. It was thicker than a fucking can of beans.
I felt something on the side of my mouth and realized I was drooling. That’s how incredible Andrew’s cock was—it was making me drool!
I looked up at Andrew. He was grinning—the arrogant smirk of a man who’s seen countless girls react the same way.
“You’re so much bigger than your son,” I told him. “So much bigger than Jerry.”
“Sarah,”Andrew said, looking uncomfortable, “I don’t want to talk about—”
Then I took him in my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Andrew groaned.
I licked slowly down his shaft, savoring every inch of his delicious fat sausage.
“You’re so big,” I told him, “the biggest I’ve ever seen.”
“Bigger than Jerry?” Andrew I asked.
I grinned. I knew Andrew had a secret kinky side.
“He’s tiny compared to you,” I told him between licks, “you’re the real man of the family. You’ve got the big daddy dick.”
“And how does that big daddy dick taste?” Andrew asked.
“So good, daddy,” I told him. “So fucking good.”
I took Andrew’s fat cock head in my mouth. There was no way I was going to be able to deepthroat that monster, but I took three or four inches into my gullet, my lips hurting from the strain of his girth. The sides of my mouth felt like they were going to split, but I continued: bobbing my head up and down like a pro,
“That’s so good,” Andrew gasped. “Suck your father-in-law’s cock, that’s a good girl.”
After a few more minutes of head bobbing, while my hands massaged Andrew’s enormous balls, I pulled my head away. A cocktail of precum and saliva ran down my chin.
I picked up one of the condoms.
“Do we have to?” Andrew asked. “Those things are always so tight.”
“I told you,” I said, “I’m not on birth control. And with these huge things,” I gave his balls a squeeze, “there’s no way I’m risking it. You must have enough cum in there to populate a town.”
Andrew grinned. I could tell he liked me complimenting his size. Maybe he and Alice had been together so long that she’d got used to it, so never mentioned it anymore.
I peeled open the foil wrapper and pulled out the condom. The latex ring looked painfully small compared to Andrew’s girth. Would it even fit him?
I placed the condom on top of Andrew’s gigantic, bulbous cock head, then started to roll it down. It was not an easy fit: the latex was straining from his girth, and Andrew winced a couple of times from how tight it was.
Finally the whole thing was unrolled, and it didn’t even cover half of Andrew’s dick. The half it did cover looked painfully squished, the fatness of Andrew’s shaft stretching the latex to near breaking point.
“You ok?” I asked Andrew.
“Yeah,” he replied, “it’s just a little tight.”
“I know something that’ll make you feel better,” I told him with a naughty smile. I lay on my back on the carpet and spread my legs for him.
“Fuck me,” I told him.
Andrew didn’t need telling twice. He got on top of me, positioning the latex-covered head of his fat cock at the entrance to my pussy.
He rubbed his head against my flaps, coating the latex with my juices. I groaned with pleasure.
Finally, his cock head lubed sufficiently, Andrew started to slide into my pussy. I took the head in fine, closing my eyes with pleasure as he stretched me open, but after another inch or so I started to panic, digging my nails into his back.
“Pull it out, pull it out!” I gasped. Andrew did as I asked, sliding back out of me. I was breathing heavily: the beginnings of a panic attack.
“It’s too big,” I gasped, sitting up, “you’ll destroy my vagina. Je
rry will know someone’s been in there. You’re too big!”
I was hyperventilating now, but Andrew knew exactly what to. He put a muscular arm round me, running a hand through my hair.
“It’s ok,” he said, “it’s ok. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Maybe this was a bad idea. Let’s just go down to the pool and forget it happened.”
I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. He was so handsome.
“I love my husband,” I told him.
“And I love my wife,” he said.
“But I really want to have sex with you,” I said.
Andrew smiled.
“I really want to have sex with you too.”
I felt like a little girl, unsure of what to do. But at least the panic attack was fading. Andrew stroking my hair with his big hands was doing wonders to calm me down.
Then he kissed me again, pushing me gently onto my back. He climbed on top of me.
“You want to do this?” He asked.
I nodded.
Andrew slid back inside me. And my god it felt good.
Even constructed by the rubber, his cock girth stretched me in ways I’d never been stretched before, and by the time he was all the way in, his pelvis bumping against mine, I felt so deliciously full.
Then Andrew started to fuck me. Slowly at first, so I could get used to his size, then faster and faster.
Andrew liked to fuck hard. Maybe Anna liked it soft and he was relishing the chance of having a younger pussy to pound, or maybe he always fucked like this. Whatever the answer, he showed my pussy no mercy, slamming into me like a pneumatic drill.
“Andrew…” I gasped, barely able to make coherent speech, “you’re so good! So good!”
Andrew fucked me on the floor, his ass bobbing up and down as he plunged his length into me over and over. Then, with effortless strength, he lifted me up and fucked me against the wall, my legs wrapped round his back, his hands holding up my thighs.
“You’re so much bigger than Jerry,” I gasped, “you’re huge!”
Andrew fucked me all over the hotel room, pounding my cunt like a crazy man. I’d never seen this side of him—he was like a beast!
“You like that big dick, don’t you?” he snarled into my ear as he pounded me from behind on the hotel balcony. Some people below had noticed what we were doing, and were looking up and laughing. But I didn’t care—my brain had lost the capacity for rational thought. Richard had fucked it all out of me.
“I love it!” I yelled. My pussy started to tingle: the third orgasm I’d had since Andrew had started fucking me.
The extra squeeze from my cunt seemed to do it for Andrew, as he gripped onto my ass cheeks and pounded my vagina into oblivion.
“I’m gonna cum!” he yelled. “I’m gonna cum!”
And cum he did. I felt the head of the condom expand and grow warm inside me, but then, to my horror, I felt hot liquid splatter the walls of my vagina.
I should have told him to pull out. The condom had split and my pussy was full of his seed, but I was too far gone to care. His cock felt so good inside me that I wanted it to stay there.
Eventually, once we’d got our strength back and could feel our legs again, Andrew carried me back inside and we lay on the bed together. He pulled out his softening cock and we saw that the whole top section of the condom had burst. Andrew’s load had been the straw that broke the camel’s back, pushing the latex to its limits.
I pulled the tattered remains of the condom from Andrew’s dick. Even as it grew soft, his cock was an amazing sight. I knew I’d never be able to give it up. As much as I loved Jerry, I was definitely going to have to sleep with his father again.
Andrew and I cleared up, getting rid of all evidence of our epic session, including the destroyed condom.
“What are you going to do?” Andrew asked. “We could go to a chemist and get the morning after pill.”
Suddenly a mischievous thought struck me. It was wrong—very wrong—and Andrew almost certainly wouldn’t agree to it, but I had to ask…
“You know,” I said, “Jerry and I have been trying for another child. If you have got me pregnant, I could… say it was his. No-one would ever have to know.”
The thought of raising Andrew’s child turned me on more than I cared to admit. Just the thought of having his strong seed growing inside me was enough to make my pussy tingle.
For a moment Andrew’s face was expressionless, and I was terrified about what he was going to say. Sleeping with his son’s wife was one thing, but letting his son unknowingly raise his cuckold child was on another level entirely.
But then Andrew grinned. A naughty grin. The grin of a man with a secret kinky side.
“Sounds good to me,” he said.
Unsurprisingly, Andrew’s monster load had got me pregnant. I told Jerry it was his, and he and his mom were overjoyed.
Throughout the pregnancy, Andrew and I continued to fuck whenever we could. I’d always fancied Andrew, but I loved this new side to him, and I couldn’t get enough of him and his monster dick. Andrew couldn’t get enough of me either. I don’t know whether it was because he liked having a younger pussy to fuck or because it turned him on to cuckold his son, but I didn’t care.My father-in-law’s child was growing inside me, and I couldn’t have been happier.
THE END
The Alpha Male Dad
(Too Big for my Daughter-in-Law 3)
As an alpha male I’m used to getting what I want. I have a great job, a top-of-the-line car and a beautiful wife who turns heads as she walks by. I also have an endless supply of little sluts I can call on if I need some extra-curricular fun, who are more than willing to meet me for a quick bounce on my massive cock. I’m in my fifties but I can still fuck like a stallion, and when I fuck girls they’re always telling me how much better I am than their boyfriend or husband. Yes, I like to sleep with taken women—I never said I was a nice guy. It gives me an immense feeling of pride knowing I’ve stolen someone else’s girl, plus there’s far less chance of them becoming attached and asking me to leave my wife. It’s just simpler that way.
My son is nothing like me. A product of my first marriage, he’s always been a bit of a wet blanket. I love the kid, but he’s never been much good at anything. At school he sucked at sports, then he went on to get a shit job, working in a video game store. He never had much luck with the ladies either, unlike his dad, until one day he rang he me all excited, telling me he’d met the girl he was going to marry. When I met the girl I was stunned: she was gorgeous, with great curves and big lips I couldn’t help but imagine wrapped around my dick.
Normally when a buddy of mine introduces me to his hot new wife or girlfriend, I do everything I can to get a piece of her ass—and I normally succeed as well. But this was different: this was my son. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t fuck his girlfriend. And when they got married, a year or so later, I was even more determined to not even think about having sex with her.
Unfortunately I’ve never had the best self discipline, especially when it comes to women. And, as ashamed as I am to admit it, I did end up with my son’s wife, fucking her better than he ever could. This is how it happened…
*
Every summer my wife holds a family BBQ where our friends and families get together at my house and roast the hell out of some meat. I’ve got three kids, but this year only Alan, my eldest son, could make it. I like Alan—as I said before, he’s nothing like me, but he’s a good kid—and it’s always a pleasure to see his gorgeous wife, Emma.
“Great to see you, Dad,” Alan said as I opened the door. “We brought some wine.”
Wine! At a BBQ! I regretted not buying the kid a beer on his eighteenth birthday. I never thought a son of mine would be drinking wine.
“Hi Mr Peters,” Emma said, kissing me on the cheek. I was pleased to feel her left breast rub against me as she did so. With breasts the size of hers, they were always going places they shouldn’t. She was wearing a
lovely skimpy summer top today, showing off plenty of her delicious deep cleavage. I caught her checking me out too. I’ve got a great body for my age, and had already taken off my t-shirt, so I was just wearing a pair of tight swim shorts.
It might have been my imagination, but I swore Emma had a quick glance at my bulge as well as my abs.
“Call me Dan, please,” I told her. “Help yourself to food, there’s plenty to go around,” I told Alan and Emma, showing them round the back to the garden.
The BBQ went great, with everyone drinking far too much. I made Alan drink some beer, against his wishes to stick to the wine, and soon he was so drunk that I brought him upstairs to lie down on the bed in the spare room.
