Squirting Challenge; Fucking My Father In-Law(1)

Sarah's POV

I never meant for it to start like this.

My husband had been away on a three-week business trip, leaving me alone in our quiet suburban house with nothing but my thoughts and the growing ache between my legs. Mark worked long hours even when he was home, and our sex life had become polite, predictable, and far too infrequent. I was only thirty-two, I was still tight and eager, but my body craved more than quick missionary on Saturday nights. I craved filth. I craved losing control.

That’s when my father-in-law moved in.

David was Fifty one, he has been widowed for five years, still strong from years of construction work. He had broad shoulders, rough hands, silver threading through his dark hair. He was staying in the guest room while his condo was being renovated.

He was polite on the surface, always calling me “sweetheart” or “darling,” but I had caught him watching me more than once—when I bent over to load the dishwasher in my short silk robe, when I stretched in yoga pants after a run and when I lounged by the pool in a bikini that barely covered anything.

Tonight the house was warm, the air thick with the scent of the red wine I had been drinking alone on the couch. I wore nothing but an oversized white t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh and a pair of tiny black panties. David had come downstairs for a glass of water, wearing only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock.

He stopped in the doorway when he saw me, my legs curled under me and wine glass in hand.

“You couldn't sleep either?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

I shook my head, letting my gaze drift down his body before meeting his eyes again. “I was feeling too restless. Mark has been gone for too long.”

David’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, setting the glass on the coffee table. “A woman like you shouldn’t be left wanting, Sarah.”

The way he said my name sent heat rushing between my legs. I uncrossed my thighs slowly, deliberately letting the t-shirt ride up so he could see the damp patch on my panties.

“I’m not just wanting,” I whispered. “I’m starving.”

He didn’t hesitate. In two strides he was in front of me, towering over the couch, his hand cupping my chin as he tilted my face up.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Once we start, I’m not stopping until you’re a soaked and a shaking mess.”

My pulse hammered. “That’s exactly what I want.”

He pulled me to my feet, stripped the t-shirt off in one smooth motion, and hooked his thumbs into my panties, sliding them down my legs. I stood naked in front of my husband’s father, my nipples already hard, my cunt slick and aching.

“Sit on the couch,” he ordered. “With your legs wide open. I want you to show me how wet you are.”

I obeyed, sitting back and spreading my thighs, my feet planted on the cushions. Two fingers parted my swollen lips, revealing how drenched I already was.

“Fuck,” David breathed. “Look at that pretty pussy dripping for me.”

He dropped to his knees between my legs, his rough hands gripping my inner thighs, spreading me even wider as his breath moved over my clit.

“I’ve been thinking about tasting you since the day I moved in,” he growled. “I’m going to eat this cunt until you squirt all over my face. But there’s a rule tonight, Sarah. You don’t come until I say. And when you do, you’re going to soak everything.”

I whimpered, my hips twitching. “Yes… please.”

His mouth descended. There was no teasing at first. His tongue flattened against my slit and licked upward in one long, slow stroke, ending with a firm flick over my swollen clit. I cried out, letting my hands fly into his hair.

“Oh God….David—”

He groaned against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. “You’re so fucking sweet. You've been neglected too long, haven’t you?”

He sucked my clit into his mouth, two thick fingers sliding deep into my cunt without warning. He curled them instantly, pressing hard against my G-spot while his tongue worked fast circles.

I bucked against his face. “Fuck…..right there….don’t stop—”

He pulled back just, his lips shiny with my arousal. “You’re already close. Hold it. I want you to be desperate.”

He went back in harder, his fingers pumping and his tongue relentless. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me filled the living room. My thighs started trembling.

“I can’t….David, I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” he snapped, pulling his fingers out and slapping my clit lightly. The sting made me gasp. “You’re going to learn to control it tonight. I’m going to edge this greedy pussy until you’re begging to squirt for me.”

He pushed three fingers back inside, stretching me, fucking me with deep, steady strokes while his mouth sealed around my clit again. Every time I got close, right on the edge of shattering, he slowed or pulled away, leaving me whining and grinding against nothing.

“Please,” I sobbed after the fourth edge. “I need to come. I need it so bad.”

“Not until you’re ready to flood me,” he said, his voice dark. “I want to feel this cunt gush. I want the couch ruined. I want you screaming my name while you squirt all over your father-in-law’s face.”

His words pushed me higher. He added a fourth finger, stretching me wider than I’d ever been, his thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit while his fingers hammered my G-spot.

“Oh fuck…..oh fuck….I’m right there—”

“Come,” he finally growled against my pussy. “Squirt for me, Sarah. Soak me with the water from your fountain”

The orgasm exploded through me like a dam breaking. My back arched off the couch as a raw scream tore from my throat and my cunt clamped down hard around his fingers. Then I felt the sudden, uncontrollable rush of hot liquid gushing out of me in powerful spurts, spraying across his face and his chest, soaking the couch cushions beneath me.

David didn’t stop. He kept fingering me through it, his mouth open, drinking what he could while the rest drenched him.

“That’s it,” he praised me as he licked my plate. “Good girl. Keep squirting. Give me every fucking drop.”

Wave after wave crashed through me. I couldn’t stop—my body kept pulsing, more clear fluid squirting out with every thrust of his fingers until I was shaking violently, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

When the last spasm finally faded, I collapsed back, panting and my thighs trembling uncontrollably. The couch was soaked. David’s face and chest glistened with my release. He looked up at me, his eyes blazing with hunger, lips curved in a wicked smile.

“The first one wasn’t bad,” he said, his voice rough. “But we’re not stopping at one. I’m going to make you squirt until you can’t walk straight. Until this entire house smells like your cum.”

He rose to his feet, shoved his sweatpants down, and freed his thick, rock-hard cock. It was bigger than Mark’s. It was veined and heavy, already leaking precum.

“Get on your knees now,” he ordered. “Clean my face with your tongue, then I’m fucking you until you squirt again. This time around I'm fucking you with my cock.”

I slid off the ruined couch, my knees trembling as I kneeled, and my heart racing with depraved excitement. My father-in-law’s eyes burned into mine as I leaned forward, he was so ready for more and this was only the beginning.