My quick-witted father-in-law

I had long noticed the ambiguous glances from Boris Mikhailovich. He wasn't looking at me as his son's future wife, but as a woman. In his gaze there was a clear desire to fuck me like a dirty whore.

The first time I caught such a look was during one of the dinners at their country house. The whole family had gathered around the table. Everyone was chatting pleasantly, but my future father-in-law, as if unaware of anything or anyone around him, was just devouring me with his eyes.

And this look was so lustful... My father-in-law seemed to undress me with his gaze.

Perhaps part of it was my fault. That day was extremely hot, and I spent it sunbathing in a bikini. But I could never have imagined how it would all turn out. Another trip to the country house changed my life completely…

As usual, Igor and I went out of town; along the way, of course, we stopped into the forest and indulged in carnal pleasures. This can be said to have become our small tradition.

After arriving at our destination, I changed clothes as usual. That day, I didn’t really feel like tempting fate or catching lustful glances from Boris Mikhailovich, especially since I had a great relationship with Anna Viktorovna. So, I decided against wearing my favorite country shorts and simply put on a light, loose sundress. I settled into the hammock with a book.

While I was engrossed in reading, some commotion started in the house. It turned out that Igor's mother urgently needed to go to the city to handle some work-related matters. Boris Mikhailovich couldn’t drive her because he had been walking around the property with a beer in hand since the morning. So, Igor took her to the city.

Reading the book made me a bit tired, so I decided to take a nap while Anna Viktorovna and Igor were gone. I put on some relaxing music, put on my headphones, and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I managed to sleep, but I woke up when I felt stroking on my buttocks. Without opening my eyes, I instinctively began to move my butt from side to side, naively believing that my boyfriend had returned and that it was he who was caressing me now.

When someone’s impudent hand began to lift my sundress, I pulled it back and said:

- Igor, stop it! Your parents are here! They will see everything! Didn't you have enough sex in the forest?!

When I turned around, I was left speechless. It wasn’t Igor at all. His father stood in front of me and persistently tried to get into my panties.

It didn’t immediately register with me what was happening. But when my mind fully woke up, I didn’t even realize how I jumped out of the hammock.

- What are you doing, Boris Mikhailovich?' I screamed.

- Oh, stop yelling! I saw how much you liked it!' he replied quite calmly.

Apparently, for him, nothing wrong was happening."

He walked around the hammock and pressed himself almost tightly against me.

I don’t understand why, but I didn’t take a step back. Instead, I stood there rooted to the spot, unable to move. My father-in-law ran his finger over my lips, which he had just used to play with my crotch in my panties.

- How soft they are... I just want to run my dick over them. – he said with pleasure.

I still couldn’t say a word. I just stood there, looking into his eyes. His gaze was mesmerizing, full of desire and passion. A man with a look like that was hard to resist...

- On your knees, whore! – Boris Mikhailovich said in an orderly tone.

Even Igor had never called me that. As if under a spell, I knelt down without protest. My face was pressed close to his fly. Pulling down his shorts and underpants, he released his impressively sized penis.

Despite his age, my father-in-law took good care of himself.

His entire groin was carefully shaved. He took his penis in his hand and began to move it over my wet lips, which I involuntarily licked when I saw his penis.

- Do you want it? Open your mouth! – he said in the same commanding tone.

My mouth opened as if I was just waiting for this order. My future relative inserted his penis into my mouth, and I felt every vein on his male organ.

He grabbed me by the hair and started fucking my mouth. At first his movements were smooth and gentle. But over time, he simply began to penetrate me more and more aggressively.

It took my breath away as the head of the cock penetrated my throat and made me gag.

I was drooling like a river from my mouth, and this turned him on even more. Throwing my head back, he began to shake his own dick over my face. And just a few seconds later the first stream of sperm flew onto my cheeks and eyes.

From the look of my future relative, I understood that this was not the end...

When his grip loosened, I tried to get up from my knees. But the man stopped me. Putting on his shorts, which had been pulled down all this time, he lifted me up by my arms.

- Let's stop, Boris Mikhailovich... This is all wrong. - I whispered barely audibly.

But my insides treacherously wanted to feel the cock of my fiancé’s insolent father in my vagina and experience an orgasm, which, apparently, would not take long to arrive.

Pressing me against the tree under which I had recently slept, he brazenly lifted my sundress and pushed the fabric of my panties to the side. Then he quickly felt my clitoris, trembling and throbbing with excitement. It was hot and wet.

This daring touch made me tremble even more. My legs suddenly became weak. My father-in-law so skillfully fingered my treasured intimate tubercle. This is what it means to have good experience, this man clearly had this experience and knew how to caress women.

I remember everything that happened next vaguely. With one hand he pressed my throat against the tree trunk. And with his second hand he reached my wet crotch and began to penetrate inside. After another minute, his fingers were already fucking me with all his might.

I was insanely thrilled, and the realization that it was immoral only amplified the effect.

His movements were precise; he knew exactly what he was doing. His hand on my neck would loosen its grip, then tighten again, cutting off my breath.

I don’t know how quickly I was overwhelmed by a wave of orgasm, but I can say for sure that it was the first time I had felt anything like it. It was as if I had lifted off the ground and shattered into billions of tiny atoms.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him smirking as he looked at me.

-Taste it! - said Boris Mikhailovich and stuck two fingers into my mouth, with which he had just fucked me.

It all felt like it wasn’t happening to me, or maybe it was just a dream? How could I have gone along with something like this?

How could I take such a step to suck my boyfriend's father!!! How am I supposed to look them all in the eye now? What happens next?

After letting go of me, Boris Mikhailovich stepped back a few paces, gave me an appraising look, and said:

- Nice pacifier! I understand why my son is with you! – he smiled and headed towards the house.

After walking a few meters, he turned around and shouted:

— This isn’t over yet! Be ready for what's next!

The sound of a car pulling up came from beyond the gates. It was probably Igor and his mother returning.

Realizing that I was standing in the middle of the yard disheveled and with traces of sperm on my face, I quickly ran to the shower to wash off the traces of what happened.

The scariest part of the whole situation was that I wanted it to continue...