Novel & Cerita Father In Law Erotica

I turned and my father once again buried his head in the paper, I looked down in between his legs and sure enough he had a massive erection, his trousers tented and there was even a small wet patch where the head of his big cock lurked, god how I wanted to walk over to him, unzip his trousers pull out his huge dick and suck it all in my hot little mouth until it released its delicious cream, the thought of this made my pussy tremble with yearning, I was so wet now that I was certain the knickers I wore were by now completely transparent which gave me an idea for a last ditch attempt to get my father to make a move. “Would you like me to get you a beer dad?” I asked him innocently. “Yeah, swe

“Crawl the fuck to me. Right here. And take this huge cock into your mouth like a fucking good girl.” I hitched a breath so sharp it felt like swallowing glass. There he was, my father-in-law, a man I had only ever seen in tailored suits and stony expressions, now standing before me as a primal god. His command hung in the air, a challenge and a promise, while his hand was wrapped around the source of my every secret obsession. His thick, large, veiny cock.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you came home from college, all grown up. Don’t tell me you’re not interested.” “But Daddy… it’s wrong…” I began a weak protest but then I caught sight of his hardening dick still swinging between his legs and I was torn. Fucking all my step-fathers and my father-in-law was one thing but the man striding towards me with a swelling erection was someone who I had grown up with thinking of as my real Dad. It was absolutely forbidden… but my God his cock looked big and I was right on the edge of my orgasm when the last father figure ran out of steam. I spread my legs wider as he got to the edge of the bed.

His touch sent electricity straight between my legs. “You’re playing with fire, my child,” he murmured. “If we do this… there will be no going back. I won’t be gentle with you. I’ve wanted to ruin that perfect little married body for months.” My breathing was fast and shallow. I was soaked. I took his hand and slowly guided it under my dress, pressing his fingers against my drenched panties. “Then ruin me, Father,” I begged softly. “Please.” Father Elias let out a deep, almost pained groan. His fingers pressed harder against my soaked pussy, rubbing me through the thin fabric.

"And anal, Father. Oh God, forgive me—I fantasize about you claiming my virgin ass. You lube me up with my own pussy juices, pressing your fat dickhead against my tight ring. I push back, whimpering as you force it in, inch by agonizing inch, splitting me open. It burns so good, and soon I'm bouncing on your dick, my ass cheeks spread wide, taking every veiny inch up my ass." She reached back, fingers tracing her own crack through her clothes, imagining his girth. "You ream me out, Father, your priest balls deep in my bowels, grunting like an animal. I rub my clit furiously, cumming so hard my asshole clenches around you, milking your load. You flood my guts with cum, plugging me up so it st

I had no recollection of him, just a foggy, disconnected memory of that night. But now, as I looked at him, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It was Jason. My one night stand had been with my Quinn’s adoptive father! My breath caught in my throat as the memory crashed over me, and his face was so clear now. He was the one I’d slept with when I’d been too drunk to know who it was. And the realization made my stomach turn. I gasped, feeling the cold air rush into my lungs. “Oh no,” I whispered, shaking my head.

The other just laughed, still completely spent. “You two’s fuckplay has fired me up,” Father growled, and grabbed his wife by the throat, forcing her to bend backwards over the counter, “though I prefer the front hole.” And he plunged in, rough and bestial. Jon couldn’t tear himself away. It was an erotic car wreck. There was a dark hilarity in watching a parent you despise get hate-fucked. Still, there was something fundamentally wrong about watching family members having sex. Okay, it was a natural biological urge everyone indulged in, but his instincts revolted at the sight of his parents below.

I mumbled as I ran my tongue over her delicate nape, making her moan in pleasure. "Take me, father. What can I do when my father-in-law has no shame and wants to do dirty things to me?" As Elaira wrapped her fingers around my thickening cock over my pant and started stroking it, I growled in pleasure and couldn’t wait to plunge it inside her hot pussy.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”