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Suddenly, without any warning, Chrystal leaned towards the door and opened it. Still not speaking to me, she squirmed and wriggled out from between me and the wall and stumbled out. Curious as to what she was up to now, I wiped my mouth with my hand and staggered to my feet, stuffing my hard dick back in my boxers. After closing the closet behind us, leaving her bra, panties and high heels behind, she led me through several more rooms and corridors, towards a more familiar part of the mansion: the guest room where Susan and I slept. As we heard Susan and her father calling out to us in the distance, far enough to be safe for quite a while, Chrystal laid down on top of the bed, spreading her legs high and wide as she looked at me. Normally, I would have jumped her and fucked the shit of her without hesitation, but the fact that she was lying where my wife and I slept, caused some minor uneasiness.
Chrystal, apparently in a hurry, became slightly annoyed by my - three seconds of - inaction and jumped up from the bed, walking into the adjoining bathroom. After rummaging through our pile of dirty laundry for a few moments, she walked back out, holding a pair of my wife's panties and a bra and started putting them on. I couldn't believe what I was seeing: god, she was such a whore! So desperate for another fuck that she put on her daughter's worn underwear. I loved it!
Needless to say that that sealed the deal for me, and for my cock, which was about to climb out of my boxers on its own if I didn't release it soon. As Chrystal laid down on the bed again, dressed in my wife's underwear, in the same whory pose as before, I walked up to the bed, stepping out of my shorts and boxers. I kneeled in between her legs, pulled my wife's panties out of the way and rammed my enormously hard dick in her whory twat. As soon as I was in, I grabbed her legs and started hammering away, pounding into her with such force, that she had to push off against the head board with both hands if she didn't want to end up with a headache. This was exactly the kind of fucking she was after!
Several minutes into the fuck, she started bucking and trashing wildly, making it more difficult for me to keep fucking her at a normal pace. But she was also getting pretty loud, so I had to stuff a pillow in her face to stifle her squealing as I kept her down with both hands while I rammed my cock in and out of her. As I had already shot several loads today and because Chrystal had started climaxing so soon into the fuck, I was able to keep going for quite some time, drilling her through several powerful orgasms. Her convulsions flared up and died down with the coming and going of each one, but her screaming and squealing continued. If it hadn't been for the pillow absorbing most of it, Bill and Susan would have had no trouble locating us. As the minutes past, Chrystal became less energetic and less loud as she was burning through her available energy pretty fast.
By the time I was ready to cum, her vigorous bucking and trashing had weakened to some minor coiling and curving, and her screaming had been reduced to a more acceptable level. She was positively exhausted and probably going to pass out if I kept going for a few more minutes. Having no interest in fucking an unconscious cunt - not even this one - I pressed my head into her rack and sniffed my wife's bra. That gave me the extra incentive I needed to shoot my fuck cream deep in Chrystal's ravaged hole. To my surprise, she ran her hand through my hair as I convulsed on top of her, pressing my face deeper into her tits, inhaling even more of my wife's scent.
As I laid there on top of her, catching my breath and pretty proud of myself, I started thinking on how we were going to get out of this. Chrystal was as good as naked and nowhere near any of her clothes, my wife and my father-in-law were looking for us and the room my wife and I slept in now reeked of raunchy sex. But on the other hand, if I could overcome these minor obstacles, there were still a couple of days of wild sex ahead of me. Maybe I could even get another screw out of my wife...
No paintings were harmed during the actual writing of this story.
- COMMENTS
HungryPapaBear9 months agoSo inappropriate to be jacking off to drea.s of my own mother in law
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daganetabout 5 years agoif i could put more than 5 stars to it, i would do it. unbeilevebly dirty mother in law. i'm in love. THANK YOU for the story. i wish you will continue it.
Anonymousover 5 years agoYet another of your wonderful stories! ! ! I've read most of them now and am working my through the rest. You have a knack for writing about women who enjoy and actually LOVE being the dirtiest, sluttiest and most depraved whores they can be! Just what I enjoy reading about.
I'd love to see follow up stories on this series. Suggested themes:
~~Susan, after enjoying that first facial, can't stop thinking about how dirty, and whorish she feels and begins to want more of it.
~~Chrystal continues to ignore and treat John with contempt, turning him on more and more and after one of their trysts where John cums inside of her she gets pregnant and delivers a baby girl, who will eventually grow up to be the same way as her mother.
~~Finally Susan catches John fucking Chrystal and treating her like a whore, and joins them allowing him to abuse and use both of them together.
Keep up the great writing. You are absolutely one of my favorite writers.
Anonymousalmost 7 years agoWe need MORE!
Maybe introduce the black butler & redhead chambermaid into the fun...?
Anonymousover 9 years agoI think adding a few more chapters to this most wonderful story would be the most inappropriate thing you've ever done or will ever do in your entire life.
