Inlaw In Lust

by John Q I'd just had yetanother of our infamous fights with my fiancee and she'd stormed out of the house. Only this time, our fight had taken place at her parents home and I had a funny feeling I should've been the one to leave. At that point, though I was far too angry to care about anything else. I pulled off my tshirt and whipped it at the lamp by the bed. The lamp slammed to the floor and just as suddenly, all my rage was gone. Now all I was feeling was mighty embarassed and extremely hopeful that my inlaws- to-be hadn't come home early from their tennis game. I cleaned up the pieces of the lamp just as the phone was ringing. It was Bianca, my fiancee calling on her car phone. Obviously, she hadn't cooled off one bit. She informed me she was staying overnight at her friend, Betsy's so I'd have time to realize all I'd "done wrong"!! Ooops! I hadn't meant to slam the phone down so hard. I went back into the bedroom and dove onto the bed. Looking around the room, I'd never noticed before how ridiculous it was. It looked like Bianca had never left highschool with her cheerleader's pom poms on the wall and her BH90210 posters on the walls. It just made our problems seem even more laughable. I decided to take a shower and try to forget it all. I pulled off my sweats and then remembered to close the bedroom door before taking off my jock. Being mother's little sweetheart, Bianca of course had her own bathroom attached to her room so I knew I could take my shower in complete privacy. I let the hot water steam up the bathroom while I sat on the side of the tub. Checking myself out always had a positive effect on me. I was to say the least proud of the size of my cock. The way, even soft, it hung thick and long over my big nuts. I guess I would've been happier if I'd had a little more hair on my body. I was already 20 years old and if it weren't for my cock, I could easily pass for a 13 year old boy. I even had trouble growing a beard. Anyways, at that point. I was just grooving on the way my dick felt in my hand while my other hand slid up my abs and up to pinch my nipples. If Bianca wanted to be a bitch that was fine with me. I had my hand to keep me company. I got under the hot water with my cock still in my hand now throbbing and begging for attention. I let the water hit the head of my dick which felt like getting electric shocks. I kept the water focused there while I began to stroke it up from the base, slowly, slowly, prolonging the torture. I let my other hand travel down to my back side and ever so slightly probe it's way towards my ass hole. Bianca had taught me that action one night while we were fucking and I'd screamed out of shock at first but she hadn't let up and soon she had me screaming for her not to ever stop. Since then, that had become a regular part of our sex life and I knew it was beginning to bug her that I couldn't get off without her finger stuck up my ass. By now, I was panting so hard I was hyperventilating and with the steam and hot water, I really thought I might pass out. I decided to save this cum for the bed and turned off the shower, hardly bothering to dry off. But when I stepped out of the bathroom, my rock hard cock bright red and dripping precum, there on the bed was my father-in-law, in his tennis shorts, staring at me like I was an axe murderer! I didn't know what to do! Too late to back in to the bathroom and hope he hadn't seen me and sort of infantile to put my hands in front of my cock. I decided to try for nonchalance. "Hiya, Dave! 'Thought you'd still be playing tennis for awhile longer." He was still staring at my cock which by now had begun to deflate, thank goodness. "Jeez, Ben, if I'd known you two were gonna be getting intimate, I never would've come in unannounced. " I explained I was alone and diplomatically told him Bianca and I had had a disagreement. He seemed relieved and much to my horror, didn't seem to be making any moves to leave the room. I also noticed uncomforatbly that he was still staring at my cock. And then I wondered if it was worse to admit I'd been doing myself than to have been with his daughter. "You two might have some disagreements now and then but it's nice to see Bianca could never have reason to complain in the romance department!" Shit! What a weird thing for your father-in-law to say. I mean, was it normal for him to still be staring at my cock? It was beginning to have an adverse affect on me because I felt it thickening again. "Uh, Dave, I was just gonna dry off and maybe watch some tv. Are you and Diane going to stay in for dinner?" "Diane is out for the rest of the afternoon. In fact, she won't be home till much later tonite." Then he pulled his tennis shirt off and slid down lower onto the bed so his head was on the pillow. I tried not to look at him but couldn't help admiring his hairy pecs. the trail of black fur that led down to his shorts...What was going on?! I was frozen in place, unsure what to say or do to get out of this surreal experience. Dave started unbuttoning his tennis shorts. "Guess I'll have a shower too. Looks like it agrees with you! Stick around, Ben. I wanna talk to you while I get cleaned up...." Trying desperately to act casual, I sat on the bed and used an old towel to dry off my feet. I couldn't help but peek when he stood up and dropped his shorts. Did I just gasp when I saw his cock?!! Please say I didn't do that out loud! Shit! He just smiled at me so obviously he did hear that! His cock was only half hard and even then longer than mine. So much for my pride! I watched as it swayed from side to side as he walked by me towards the bathroom. I debated whether to make a run for it without any more explanation or try to ride it out and hope it was all just my fevered imagination. But too late... "Ben, could you come in here and help me with something?!" he said in an almost commanding way. What could I possibly do otherwise? "What's up, Dave?" immediately regretting that particular expression. "Well, since you ask, Ben...." and Dave pulled aside the shower curtain a bit so I could see him. He was unbelievably handsome...not that I notice these things usually. But he looked like a male model, all muscles and the way the shower had matted the hair on his body. In his right hand he held his cock and in it's full state of erection, it was incredible. I think it must have been 10 or 11 inches long and his big meaty hand barely contained its girth. I know I was blushing several shades of crimson and I started to stammer and back out of the room. "Ben, don't be frightened away. Don't go, please. You know how the women in this family are, don't you, son?!" "What do you mean?" "I mean the minute you have your own opinion on any subject, you can say goodbye to pussy! Or hasn't Bianca pulled that one on you yet?" "Well, sir...I mean, maybe once or twice...." "Ben, you have no idea what it's like to go without day after day, month after month...I think it's been a couple years since anyone's even seen this thing get hard. Hell, I wasn't even sure I could still manage!" "Uh, looks like you don't have any problem there, Dave!" "You like the way it looks, Ben? I mean, for an old guy, it's not too bad, eh?" I wasn't humoring him when I nodded vigourously. "Ben, would you wash an old man's back for him? Since it's just the two of us tonite, it wouldn't hurt to relax a little...just us guys..." "But I just had a shower, Dave...Don't know if I should get wet again..." But I shut up when I saw Dave's face -- half pleading, half commanding. Instead, I stepped in to the shower with him, trying to ignore how fucking strange this whole thing had become. His hand reached out for mine and he slid the soap into it. Then he turned around and offered his broad muscled back. "Please, son. Help me out!" I started soaping him up, trying to add a massage to the lathering, thinking it might appease him. It seemed to help from the moans and groans he let out. "Lower, boy!" I let my hands go lower, though I know my legs had begun to shake uncontrollably...and a whole new problem had occurred. My cock was hard again. Not just hard, it was threatening to rip out of its skin! Dave was only making things worse when he bent over further and spread his legs giving me a peek at his hairy ass crack. "Wash my ass for me, Ben", he said softly. Maybe his voice had hypnotized me. Yeah, that was it. I was powerless to resist because that would explain why I was rubbing the soap up and down his ass crack with one hand and with my other hand, slowly stroking my throbbing cock. Dave bent a little more forward and then slowly backed up against my hand. I let the soap slip from my hand and tumble to the shower floor as my finger became more directed towards his asshole. Dave kept ever so slowly backing into my pressure and suddenly, my finger was inside him and worming its way towards that place I knew of in myself. "Yeah, Benny! Yeah, Benny boy! C'mon, son. Give me more! Give me something bigger! C'mon, boy!" Oh god! I was so hot by then. I replaced my finger with my cock and between the soap and all the precum oozing out of me, I slid right in without any effort. Dave just kept pushing back and sighing and growling my name in the sexiest rumble I'd ever heard. I was inside him all the way and maybe it was part of the hypnotic trance but I swear Bianca had never felt this good before. His ass was so tight and so hot, I was afraid of shooting off right away. But before I could even try, Dave moved forward and my cock popped out. He spun round with the hungriest leer I'd ever seen and used his big mitts to push me down by the shoulders till I was on my knees, facing what had to be a Guiness- worthy cock. "Suck me, Ben! Get it wet and juicy, Ben!" Why wasn't I even trying to resist?? Instead, I sucked on the giant head of his cock like it was sweet, sweet candy. I knew I couldn't take much of its length, but at least I could try. Dave was moaning again in that way I was beginning to really dig so I started pulling on his mammoth balls and with my other hand, I tried to get back inside his hairy asshole. Dave suddenly took my hands in his and pulled me up. "Ben, get out of the shower and go lay down on the bed. On your belly, son. I'll be there in a minute!" As if in a dream, I found myself soaking wet on the bed, lying on my belly and shivering all over from....well, not from fear. I couldn't say I was afraid by now. I heard the shower turn off and then I knew Dave was behind me, looking at me lying there waiting for him, submissive as a child. If I had any more doubts they were gone when I felt something warm and wet in my ass crack. It was his tongue and his fingers. They worked together to get deeper and deeper into me till I was crying and begging for more. Was I insane?! I just had time to realize what I was begging for when suddenly, the head of that gigantic cock was battering the ring of my asshole!! Dave didn't wait for me to get adjusted to its size. I remembered it had been days, months , years since he'd...........I was screaming into the mattress...screaming for him to stop, screaming for him to wait, screaming for him to go slow, screaming for him to go deeper, go harder, go more, more, more, deeper, never stop, never stop, never stop, fuck me till I die, Dave! Fuck me, Dave! Fuck me! Fuck me! Dave was like a machine, his cock pistoning in and out in long, long, long strokes. He was panting like crazy and moaning so loud! I knew I was coming, knew I'd been shooting cum for what seemed like minutes and minutes before I realized what was happening to him. Dave was shooting his cum up my ass! Shooting a year's worth of cum up my ass! Then, he stopped. His hand went over my mouth and he put his mouth right against my ear to whisper: "Don't make a sound, Ben!| Diane just walked in the house." When my mother-in-law opened the bedroom door, she found me reading in bed. "Ben! Whatever are you reading? 'Must be exciting cuz you look all flushed! Since David still hasn't come home, I think I'll turn in early. Good nite, dear," I closed the book as she closed the door and grinned as I reached with m fingers down under the bed. I felt my fingers being sucked on one by one and started to wondered if I could survive round two. It occured to me that maybe I was marrying the wrong member of the family.