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My agile father-in-law

For a long time I was aware of the ambiguous views of Boris Mikhailovich. He didn't see me as the

future wife of his son, but as a woman. In his gaze, there was a clear desire to take me as a dirty

whore.

I caught the first look of that guy, at one of his country house dinners. The whole family gathered at the

table. Everyone spoke kindly, and my future father-in-law, as if he did not notice anything or anyone

around, simply undressed me with his gaze. Maybe this was my fault too. That day was very hot and I

spent it sunbathing in a bikini. But I couldn't imagine how all this could turn out.

Another trip to the country house turned my life upside down...

As usual, Igor and I left the city. On the way, of course, we went into the forest and let ourselves be

carried away by carnal pleasures. It can be said that it has already become our little tradition.

Having reached my destination, I changed my clothes as usual. That day, I really did not want to tempt

fate and catch the lustful glances of Boris Mikhailovich, especially since he was on excellent terms with

Anna Viktorovna. So I didn't wear my favorite summer shorts, I just wore a light, loose sundress. And I

sat in a hammock to read a book.

While I was fascinated reading, a kind of ruckus started in the house. It turned out that Igor's mother NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

urgently needed to go to the city, to settle some work issues. Boris Mikhailovich could not take her,

because since the morning he had been walking around the place with a mug of beer. So Igor took his

mother to the city.

Reading the book made me a bit tired and I decided to take a nap until Anna Viktorovna and Igor

returned. After putting on some relaxing music and putting on the headphones, I fell asleep.

I don't know how much I was able to sleep, but I woke up to the fact that I felt my buttocks being

caressed. Without opening my eyes, I instinctively started to throw my ass, naively believing that my

young man had returned. When the hand started to lift the sundress, I pulled it back and said:

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

Turning around, I was simply speechless. It wasn't Igor at all. In front of me was his father and he was

persistently trying to get into my panties. It took me a while to understand what was going on. And

when my mind was fully awake, I myself did not understand how I jumped out of the hammock.

"What are you doing, Boris Mikhailovich?" I screamed.

"Do not scream! I saw how you like it!" He answered quite calmly.

Apparently nothing terrible happened to him. He walked around the hammock and almost snuggled

close to me. I don't understand why, but I didn't take a step back. Then he stayed rooted to the ground.

My father-in-law ran a finger across my lips, which I had just grasped in my panties.

"How soft they are... I just want to move my cock on them." He said with delight.

I still couldn't say a word. I just stood up and looked him in the eye. His gaze was astonishing, full of

desire and passion. A man with that look, had to be obeyed...

"On your knees, bitch!" Boris Mikhailovich said harshly.

Even Igor didn't speak to me like that. Mesmerized, I knelt without objection. My face turned out to be

tight near his fly. After pulling down his shorts and boxers, he released his impressive-sized penis to

freedom.

Despite his age, his entire groin was carefully shaved. He took his penis in his hand and began to drive

it over my wet lips, which I involuntarily licked.

"You want it? Open your mouth!" He said in the same authoritative tone.

My mouth fell open as if I was waiting for this order. My future relative put his penis in my mouth and I

felt every vein on it. He took me by the hair and started fucking me in the mouth. At first, his

movements were smooth. But over time, he started to pound me like a machine.

My breath got caught in my throat as the head entered. The slime flowed like a river, and excited him

even more. Throwing my head back, he began to jerk off and literally within seconds the first stream of

cum flew into my face. I knew from the look that this was not the end...

When his grip loosened, I tried to get off my knees. But the man stopped me. Putting on his shorts,

which had been down all this time, he lifted me up himself.

"Let's stop, Boris Mikhailovich... Everything is wrong, after all." I said barely audibly.

But my insides wanted perfidiously to feel the cock of my fiancé's insolent father in the vagina and

experience an orgasm, which, most likely, would not have to wait long.

Having pressed myself against a tree, under which I recently slept, he cheekily lifted my sundress and

pushed the edge of my panties, quickly feeling my clit aroused. My legs were swollen. My father-in-law

toyed so skillfully with the coveted tuber. That is what experience means.

I vaguely remember everything that happened next. With one hand, he pressed my throat against the

trunk of the tree. And with the other hand he was already fucking me hard. It was unrealistic for me, like

being high, and realizing it was immoral only intensified the effect.

His movements were clear, he knew exactly how to do it. The hand on my neck loosened its grip for me

to breathe, then he squeezed again. I don't know how quickly a wave of orgasm hit me, but I can say

with certainty that it happened to me for the first time. It was as if I got up off the ground and broke into

billions of little atoms.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him looking at me with a smile.

"Taste it!" Boris Mikhailovich said and put two fingers in my mouth with which he had just fucked me.

It was as if all this was not with me, but could it be a dream? How could I do this? Suck on my

boyfriend's father!!! How could I now look them all in the eye? What will happen next?

Letting me go, Boris Mikhailovich took a few steps back, looked appreciatively, and said:

"Nice nipples! I understand why my son is with you!" He smiled and went home.

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

"This is not the end! Get ready!"

The sound of an approaching car was heard outside the door. It was probably Igor and his mother

returning. Realizing that I was standing in the middle of the patio scruffy and with traces of cum on my

face, I jumped into the shower to clean up the traces of what had happened.

The most terrible thing about the whole situation was that he wanted to continue...