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Authors name: Anon PIXNIX Author
Story title : My Daughter Inlaw Donna
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My step son tied the knot last year to a sharp looking
girl. Donna has a great personality to go with her great
looks. Even my wife likes her.
About three months ago, while Bob, the step son, was out
of town on business, Donna called about 9:00 one night.
My wife cupped the phone and ask if I could go over to
Bob and Donna's. Their water heater was on the blink and
Donna was in a panic. I pulled on a jacket and headed to
the car.
Donna let me in and showed me the water heater. It was
gas fired and one look told me that the pilot light was
out. She scrounged up a match and I lay down on the hall
floor and reached back under the heater to light the
pilot. Holding the over-ride button down I turned to tell
Donna what I was doing.
She had squatted down to watch and I found myself looking
up under her dress at the crotch of her panties. My
finger slipped off the button and I had to start all over
again. I glanced back at her and she was still in the
same position. She finally followed my eyes and realized
what I was staring at.
"Ooops, sorry," she apologized and dropped forward to her
knees.
I got the pilot lit and the burner kicked on. Donna
invited me to the kitchen for a drink while we waited to
see if the heater was going to function.
I sipped my whiskey and we made small talk. I kept seeing
the pink nylon panties and the dark shadow behind them in
my mind. Her nipples were buttons in the front of her
blouse.
"Looks like Bob is going to be gone a lot in the next six
or eight months," I commented.
"Yes and I'm not sure I like it very much. He's only been
gone a week this time and I am having a tough time
adjusting." She gulped the remainder of her drink.
"Well, you know if you're lonely, you can come stay with
us for a day or two," I offered.
"Thanks," she said. "I may do that."
That didn't seem to do anything to console her. She rose
and poured another drink. I declined a second on the
grounds of having to drive.
"Be back in a minute. I've got to go to the bathroom,"
she explained.
I walked back to the closet and checked the water heater.
The pilot was out again. I laid down on the carpet and
adjusted the gas flow and relit it. As I lay there, I
could hear soft sounds from the bath-room on the other
side of the wall. I listened and then shifted. It sounded
like moaning.
I discovered a sliver of light behind the water heater.
Changing positions I could see into the bathroom via the
hole in the wall that the hot water line passed through.
All I could see was Donna's legs and the commode. Those
pink panties were around one ankle. Her knees were spread
wide apart. Her thighs flexed and her knees swayed in
rhythm with her moans. It finally dawned on me. She was
rubbing herself off. I almost let the by-pass button slip
from under my finger.
Her legs began to tremble and jerk. I heard a ragged gasp
and then she was very still. My cock had risen and
pressed against the fly of my pants. I released the
button and watched the pilot light a second time, and
crept back to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Donna came into the kitchen. She
was flushed and her hair a little mussed. I excused
myself to go to the bathroom.
Swollen cock in hand I pissed. The soft smell of hot
pussy still permeated the small room. Something pink
caught my eye. I bent down and picked up the panties from
between the commode and the hamper. Flipping them over,
I stared at the damp stain in the crotch. Before I
realized I had done it, I lifted them to my face and
sniffed the damp spot. The acrid aroma of hot pussy
filled my nose. My dick throbbed in my hand.
Regaining control, I dropped the soft garment back to the
floor and tucked my cock back in my pants and returned to
the kitchen. Donna had almost recovered but I hadn't. I
made my excuses and left.
The next time Bob was out of town. Donna called and asked
me to come take a look at her TV. I don't like to work on
TV sets, even though electronics is my profession. I also
wasn't comfortable with another exposure to Donna. My
wife talked me into going.
Donna was wearing a lounging jumpsuit when she let me in.
The living room was dimly lit and I could smell incense.
She apologized for dragging me out again. I declined the
offer of a drink.
"I can't get any channels to come on the set," she
explained.
I checked the obvious and then looked down at the VCR on
the shelf beneath the set. One of the selector buttons
was in the wrong position. I pushed it and the 27 inch
screen lit up. I was inches away from a the screen and on
it a woman was deep throating a large cock. I rocked back
on my heels and stared. The woman was Donna. The cock she
was sucking was Bob's. Sudden-ly, cock bucked and she
stopped sucking. A large glob of cum oozed from the
corner of her mouth and down her chin.
"Oooooh Nooo!" I heard her cry from behind me.
I turned to look at her. She sounded and acted embar-
rassed but she didn't look it. I hit the off button on
the VCR and stood up. I could feel my cock hard against
my pants. I pretended to adjust some controls on the TV
with my back to her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know that tape was in
the VCR."
My dick wouldn't cooperate. It stayed hard. I turned and
started for the kitchen.
"I think I'll have that drink now," I mumbled.
Donna followed me into the kitchen. She mixed the drink
and handed it to me. There was a strange look in her
eyes.
"But I am glad you fixed the TV. Now, I can watch that
tape."
"Oh. . . well. Uh, glad to help," I stumbled.
"Bob's been gone a whole week and I am so horny. I
thought I would watch that tape and jack off." Her voice
was low and husky. She stared at me through half open
lids.
I swallowed half my drink in one gulp.
"Would you like to watch it with me?" The question was
barely a whisper.
I looked at her for several seconds. Her eyes were on the
bulge in my crotch and she was licking her lips slowly.
She rose and took my hand, leading back to the living
room. She pushed me down on the sofa and crossed to the
TV. Her slender fingers fluttered from button to button,
programing the VCR and TV. In a few seconds the screen
blossomed with her image, this time in bra, panties and
stockings.
Donna dropped in a chair, halfway between me and the TV.
One leg draped over the arm, she stared at the TV. Her
image on the screen had slumped in that same chair and
her long fingers were rubbing the translucent crotch of
her panties. Her lips parted and her snake like tongue
flicked across her lips.
I glanced at the real Donna and she was rubbing the
crotch of the jumpsuit in unison with her TV image. My
cock jerked and throbbed, begging for freedom. I watched.
"I get so horny!" the real one rasped. "I've watched this
twice today and jacked off both times."
The screen image had shoved her hand inside the filmy
panties and was stirring her pussy with a vengeance. Her
hips were flexing and pumping in rhythm with her hand. My
balls began to ache.
"Do you like to suck pussy?" Her question caught me off
guard.
"Uh, yeah," I mumbled.
"Good. So do I. I even like to suck it second hand."
Her fingers pulled the zipper at the front of the
jumpsuit. She stopped at the bottom. No bra and I could
see the waistband of her panties. Her hand slipped under
the elastic and disappeared. Her moving fingers bulged
the crotch of the jumpsuit. Her hand reappeared, fingers
glistening with pussy juices. She licked and sucked them
noisily. Her image on the screen was doing the same
thing.
"Mmmmmmm! Delicious! I wish I could suck it first hand,"
she rasped.
I looked at the screen. She had stripped her panties and
bra off and sat with just stockings and garter belt on.
Her legs gaped wide and both her hands plied and rubbed
her drooling cunt.
A cock entered the screen near her face. She smiled and
turned to kiss it. Her pink tongue reached out and licked
the dark head. Leaning toward it, she licked all around
the head and up and down the sides. Her lips opened wide
and closed around the plum shaped head. I gasped softly.
"I want to see your cock," Donna commanded in a hoarse
whisper.
I looked at her and she was staring at my crotch. The
jumpsuit was pulled open and one hand cupped a large
breast. Her thumb and fore finger rolled the dark nipple.
She reached over and opened my pants, as she pulled my
underware down at the front, my swollen dick burst out
into the passion heavy atmosphere of the room. Donna
whimpered.
Circling the shaft with my fingers, I stroked it slowly
and looked back at her. She was pulling the last sleeve
off and rolled the jumpsuit down and off. My hand
clamped the head of my throbbing cock at the sight of her
naked body. Full breasts crowned with large brown nipples
and a flat tummy under the filmy panties that dipped
between full firm thighs. Her fingers worked inside the
crotch of the panties, working her dripping cunt into a
froth.
"Look!" she hissed.
The cock on the screen was thrusting in and out of her
mouth. The camera had zoomed in until the 27 inch screen
was full of her face and the jerking cock. Once and then
twice the eight or nine inch cock had disap-peared into
her mouth, the hairy balls bumping he chin. I watched in
a trance as she jerked the cock out of her mouth in time
to direct gushes of cum onto her face and into her open
mouth. Her expression show that she was enraptured.
"I love come!" she narrated. "And I love to come!
Ooooooh! Aaaahhhhhh! I'm cummmmminnnng!"
She thrashed and bounced in the chair, her fingers
jerking inside her panties. She arched her back and
froze. For several seconds she hung there trembling and
then collapsed.
My fingers were stroking the length of my aching dick.
Her coming had fired my passion even higher. My balls
throbbed and rolled as I jerked my cock.
"Yessss! Do it!" she encouraged in a panting whisper.
I was coming. I could feel my cock swell and the
pressure build. I clamped my eyes shut and let my hand
race over my cock.
"Come for me! Come, Daddy Mel!" she cheered. "Come for
me!"
I arched up and slammed my hand down the shaft the final
two strokes. The dam broke and in the passion fog I could
hear Donna's raspy voice.
"Shoot off, Daddy. Shoot Donna some come!"
The gusher exploded and I sank into the bursting colors
of climax. My cock spewed streams of come again and again
until I dropped back onto the sofa and lay gasping for
breath.
"Mmmmmm! You cum soo good, Daddy!" Donna cooed.
I opened my eyes and she was kneeling at my feet. Her
face and breasts were covered with my come. A glob lay on
her tongue as she smiled at me. She rose and leaned over.
Her come smeared face came down to mine and her lips
touched my mouth. Her hot tongue pushed between my lips
and I tasted the sharp flavor of my own come.
She pulled away and looked down at me as she wiped each
and every glob of come from her face and breasts with her
fingers and pushed it into her mouth.
"You better go home before Mama Jean comes looking for
you," she suggested.
As I left, cleaned up and emptier than when I arrived,
she said, "Next time, maybe Daddy would like to kiss
Donna's pussy."
I looked back at her as she closed the door. She was a
totally different person than I had known.
Bob and Donna came over for dinner two weeks ago on
Sunday. It was hard to look at Donna after what had
happened two weeks before. Every time I looked across
the table at her perfect make-up and innocent smile, I
saw her face smeared with my come and her gaping,
drooling pussy.
After dinner, Bob and I went to the den for a drink in
front of the fireplace. He talked about his job and
having to travel so much. I tried to be conversant but
was having trouble. Jean and Donna joined us. That didn't
make it any easier.
I went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to freshen
my drink. Donna was already there mixing fresh ones for
she and Bob.
"You've been awfully quiet, Mel," she said without
looking up.
"It's a little hard to return to our original
relationship after what happened," I replied.
"I don't want to go back to that relationship, Daddy
Mel." She turned to face me. Her hand came up to my
crotch and squeezed the half hard shaft of my cock.
I stepped back and stared at her.
"Are you crazy?!" I hissed.
"No. Just horny for your cock, Daddy." She had slipped
back into the throaty, sultry tone that she had used that
night.
She reached down and lifted her skirt. she was wearing
stockings, garter belt and crotchless panties. She
scooped her fingers through the gooey slit of her pussy
and lifted the glistening fingers to my face.
"Smell how hot you make me!"
The pungent odor of hot pussy invaded my nostrils and
sent waves of passion straight to my crotch. My dick
hardened and throbbed. She pulled her fingers back to
her mouth and slowly licked her juices from them.
"It would taste much better if your cum was mixed with
it," she teased.
I rushed out of the kitchen and sat down quickly in the
den. She followed and handed Bob his drink after kissing
him on the lips. She, Bob and Jean were sitting on one
side of the den and I sat on the other facing them. Donna
sat down and opened her legs slowly, maneuvering into a
position that gave me a clear view up her dress and into
her crotchless panties. She smiled innocently as she
teased me with the show.
She talked sweetly and demurely with Jean about all the
things that they had always talked about as she showed me
her shiny, naked cunt. I was having difficulty keeping my
eyes off her. She shifted and moved frequently, exposing
herself to me from a new direction.
Bob rose to go to the bathroom and she eased her knees
together. When he came back he didn't see what I had
been staring at for twenty minutes.
The evening was finally over and we walked them to the
car. Jean and Bob lead the way with Donna and I
following. As we neared the car, she turned on the
pretense of asking me a question. She grabbed my wrist
and pulled my hand into her crotch, pushing the cloth of
her dress between her thighs. I jerked my hand back but
Bob and his mother were facing the other way and lost in
conversation. I looked down at Donna. She smiled a very
sexy smile and licked her lips.
*
For several days, every time the phone rang I jumped. I
was afraid that Donna would have something else that
needed repairing. But my worries seemed unfounded. Jean
and I were sitting in the den one evening a week or so
later watching TV. The phone rang. Being closer, I
absently picked it up.
"Hello," I said.
"Well, hello!" Donna's voice replied. "Bet you don't know
what I'm doing."
"No, what?"
"Fingering my juicy pussy and thinking about you big
delicious cock shooting all that hot, thick come on my
face!" she responded.
I almost gasped.
"Uh. Oh, I see," I stumbled.
"Mama Jean is in the room, isn't she," she stated.
"Yes, that's true." I was sure that my voice was
cracking.
"I'll bet she likes to suck on that big purple knob until
it pumps her mouth all full of you yummy come."
"Uh, well I wouldn't say that necessarily," I replied.
"Mama Jean doesn't suck Daddy's dick!?"
"No, not lately." My cock was swelling and I could feel
the heat rising from my crotch.
"Does she let you suck her stinky pussy?" Her voice was
getting throatier and I could hear something in the
background softly squeaking with movement.
"Sometimes."
"That's nice. At least you'll know how when you slurp up
my cunt juices," she purred. "Oooooo! And my pussy is
real juicy right now!"
"Who is that, Mel?" Jean turned and asked.
I covered the mouthpiece and said, "One of the guys from
the office. He's asking some questions about one of the
accounts. I'm primarily listening to his ideas."
"Can't he wait until you are back in the office?" She
turned back to the TV, not expecting an answer.
"Shame on you, Daddy, lying to Mama Jean like that. I'll
bet if she looked at you pants she would see the bulge
that a 'guy from the office' wouldn't put there," Donna
chided with a soft chuckle.
"You're probably right," I said. I was enjoying the
conversation in a perverse sort of way.
"I know I'm right!" she giggled. Her voice went back to
soft and sexy. "If I was there, I'd take that dark purple
knob in my mouth and warm it and wet it and lick all the
flavor off it."
I inhaled sharply with the thought. Jean jerked her head
around to look at me and I faked a cough. She looked back
to the screen.
"Ooooh, Daddy, my pussy feels sooooo good!" she moaned.
"You don't mind me calling you 'Daddy' do you?"
"No. Not at all."
"You like it don't you."
"Uh, yes I do."
"I like to pretend that you are my loving Daddy. I've
jacked off thinking about sucking my 'Daddy's' cock and
feeling your big throbbing cock filling my pussy full.
Oooooooo, Daddy!"
"Yes, I can understand that. It sounds good to me." I
felt that voice had to be hoarse with passion as I
listened to her.
"Oh! Oh! Uuuuuuuuh! Daddy! Daddy! You make meeeee
Cuuuummmmmmm!"
Her voice was so loud I was afraid Jean would hear. She
didn't.
I sat and listened as Donna panted and wheezed through
her climax and regained her voice.
"Mmmmmmm! That was delicious!" she gasped. Then I heard
slurping and smacking noises. "And this is delicious,
too. I've got the best tasting pussy juice in the world!"
Click! The phone went dead but my cock did not. After
almost dragging her to bed, I fucked Jean like a mad man.
She purred afterward that it was the best sex we had had
in years. Every stroke, I thought of Donna's hot cunt and
her heavy tits.
*
I was clearing my In box late one afternoon a few days
later. My secretary buzzed that I had a special delivery,
personal at her desk. I asked her bring it in. She opened
the door and a mail courier stepped inside, checked my
identification and had me sign for a small package. This
was not totally unusual. It had happened four or five
times over the last two or three years.
I tossed the package to one side and continued shuffling
through the papers, signing or delegating with a note. As
I tossed the last sheet into the Out box, the phone rang.
"Hello," I said into the phone, relieved to have finished
the pile.
"Hi, Sexy," Donna's soft voice replied.
"How are you?" I asked trying to make it sound semi-
official.
"Did you get a package today?" she asked.
"As a matter of a fact, I did."
"Open it and enjoy!"
Click! She hung up. Suddenly, that small package took on
a totally different attitude. I lifted it gently and
looked at the label. No return address. I slit the tape
with a letter opener and peel the paper off the box.
Opening the small box, a pair of panties fell onto the
desk. I stared at them for a moment. An envelope lay in
the bottom of the box.
Pulling the envelope out, I opened it and found ten
photographs. The first one was a very close shot of an
open pussy, drooling cum. I sucked in my breath and
automatically looked up at my office door.
The next photo was of Donna's face, her mouth hung open
and a glob of cum was running over her lower lip and onto
her chin. Her expression was one of rapture. I hurriedly
flipped to the next. A large cock filled her mouth and
cum oozed from the corner of her red lips. And one of
Donna on all fours showing her beautiful shaved twat,
looking over her shoulder, it seemed looking right into
my soul. I flipped through the rest, breathing harder.
The last photo stopped me dead. I remembered the scene.
Donna was kneeling at my feet. My cock was clutched in my
hand and a jet of cum arched onto her face. I stared in
shock. My face was not visible in the photo. As a matter
of fact the only part of me shown was my cock and my
hand.
I dropped the photos onto the desk and picked up the
panties. The crotch was still damp. The moist circle
looked like fresh cum and pussy juice. I lifted it slowly
to my face and let my nostrils drink in the pungent odor
of her cunt. My cock throbbed.
A light rap on my door brought me to my trembling senses.
I stuffed the photos and panties into my desk drawn and
croaked a response.
Jenny, my secretary, stepped in and paused.
"Yes, Jenny?" I asked.
"Uh, well, Mr. Masters it IS Thursday," her voice trailed
off.
I looked at her for a moment and then realization dawned
in the back of my mind. I smiled and rose.
"Of course, Jenny. How forgetful of me." I rounded the
desk and reached out to her.
I heard her click the lock as she stepped away from the
door. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her full
lips. Her pointed tongue darted out and probed my mouth.
Her breath rasped hot and damp from her nostrils onto my
cheek.
I cupped her full ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her
belly against me, grinding her crotch against mine. She
moaned into my mouth and arched her back, thrusting her
cunt hard against my cock.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, pulling away. "It seems like
forever. Harry has fucked me three times this week and I
haven't cum once." Her fingers were undoing my shirt and
my belt.
"Mmmmm. Then you must be horny," I teased.
"I'll show you how horny!" She grabbed my hand and shoved
it up under her dress, into her crotch.
The nylon band between her thighs was soaked. She
whimpered and ground her pussy against my hand. I felt
her fingers close around my naked dick. In seconds she
was cuming the first time, thrashing and jerking against
my hand.
I quickly stripped her and pushed her toward the sofa.
She fell backwards, her legs flying open. She reached for
my head.
"Eat me!" she demanded. "Eat my cunt, Mel!"
I could smell its sweet, sexy perfume as I dropped to my
knees and leaned toward it. My breath wafted across it
and she jerked.
"Do you want me to kiss your pussy?" I asked, playing the
game.
"Yessss!" she hissed.
"Then talk to me. Tell me what you want!"
"Eat my slimy cunt!" she rasped. She loved to talk dirty.
As a matter of a fact, she couldn't cum if she didn't
talk dirty. Harry, her husband, wouldn't let her talk
period when they were fucking.
My tongue snaked across the feverish, slippery lips of
her pussy.
She gasped and pulled at my head.
"Ooooh YES! Lick my cunt! Suck the fuck juices out of my
hot fucking pussy!"
I stabbed my tongue into the gooey, molten hole of her
cunt and she bounced on the sofa and began to shake
violently. She came a second time. Her cunt drooled thin,
hot juice into my waiting mouth. My cheeks and nose were
wet with it.
"Oh BABY!" she whined. "Suck me off! Lick my cunt! Then I
want to suck your hard cock until you pump a gallon of
cum into my mouth!"
Slicing up the slimy crevice I found the hard, long
button of her clit. I rolled it with my tongue, then
sucked into my mouth and sucked it, teasing the tip end
of it. Her heels locked behind my head and her fingers
entangled in my hair.
"Oh SHIT! Oooooh FUCK! Ooooo FUCKINGCUNTPUSSYCOCKSUCKING
oooooooo!"
Fortunately the office is sound proof. I triple tongued
her clit, rolling it faster and faster. She bounced and
jerked. A flood of juices gushed from her cunt. I drank
all I could but a puddle formed at her ass cheeks on the
leather upholstery.
"FUCKFUCKFUCK CUNTCUNTCUNT COCKCOCKASS FUCKINGCUNTSUCKING
AAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
The explosion hit and for almost a minute she hung at the
apex of her pleasure, my head clamped between her fleshy
thighs, her cunt pulsing hotly in my mouth. I gently
liked her juices until she was empty and her thighs
relaxed.
I staggered up and to her right and fell back on the
sofa. She lay inert, soaking up the pleasure of the
moment. The phone rang.
I staggered up and across to the desk.
"Hello," I wheezed.
"You sound out of breath, Daddy. Were you jerking off
looking at my pictures?" Donna asked.
"Huh?" I shook my head to clear it. "No."
"Oh. Jerking off while you sucked my panties?"
Something hot and wet closed around my cock head. I
looked down and Jenny was engulfing it and looking up at
me.
"No. Uh... nothing like that," I stammered.
"Why, Daddy, if I didn't know better I might think you
were banging one of the secretaries."
Jenny swallowed my swollen dick to the balls and I
croaked into the phone.
"Is she sucking you off, Daddy?" Donna asked huskily.
"Uh, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later," I dodged.
"Okay, Daddy. When you shoot off in her throat, think
about me."
The phone went dead. My cock was very much alive. I
dropped the phone on the hook and leaned back against the
desk. Jenny slid my cock out of her mouth and smiled at
me.
"Does this make you cock feel good?" she whispered.
"Yes! Fantastic!"
"Encourage me. Talk dirty to me!" The rest of the game.
My cock slid back into her mouth and I leaned back on my
hands.
"Yessss! Suck my cock! Suck it, Jenny!" I rasped. Her
breathing quickened through her nostrils and her mouth
picked up speed.
"Suck that cock. You love to suck cocks, don't you?"
"Ummmmm Hmmmmm!" she hummed her answer.
"Any cock that can come! You like to suck a cock that has
been up your cunt don't you?"
"Hmmmmmmm!"
"You'd like to have a line of hard cocks waiting! Sucking
one after another!" My hips were moving. She was pulling
me closer to my cum.
"You'd suck somebody else with me watching, wouldn't
you!"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm! Hmmm!" she hummed. Her head was bouncing
back and forth. Her hand cupped my balls, rolling them
gently.
"Oh!" I growled. "Ooooooh! UUuuuuuuuh! COCKSUCKER!
AAAGGGGGGGGHHHHNNNN!"
The pressure skyrocketed and I grabbed her bobbing head.
I shoved my cock to the back of her throat and unleased
the gusher. Her throat worked and she whimpered and
moaned as she drank me. I knew that her cunt as usual
was convulsing as she came the last time.
Gasping for breath, we broke apart. After several minutes
of recuperation, Jenny stood on wooly legs and stripped
several tissues from the dispenser on my desk and wiped
her mouth and chin and scooped the residue from her cunt.
She gathered her clothes and disappeared into my private
bath. Twenty minutes later she emerged, clothed, make-up
repaired and back to Jenny the Executive Secretary. I was
rumpled but dressed and sitting behind the desk.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Masters," she said demurely. "I
don't think I could live with Harry another minute
without Thursdays with you."
"Thank you, Jenny. As always you do excellent work," I
replied.
"See you in the morning." She turned and walked out the
door.
"In the morning," I called after her.
I pulled the photos and the panties out of the desk and
tucked them in my wall safe and spun the knob. The sun
was a glow in the west as I pulled out of the parking lot
and headed home.
End
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