TAKING PITY

It began innocently enough. My husband was away and I went out, to dinner, with my father-in-law. 

Since the death of his wife he's not the same man I first met and admired. Then he’d been so jolly and full of life with enough energy for two but now he's like a shadow of that man.

He took me to a good restaurant and, though he tried hard, I could see that his heart wasn’t in it and he would have probably preferred to stay at home. When we returned to my flat Gerraint stood awkwardly, just inside the door, as if not knowing what to do next. I felt so sorry for him that, without thinking, I twisted around to face him and slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. Hesitantly he put his arms around my waist as I pushed my body against his. My gesture was one of sympathy and not sexual. For goodness sake he is the father of my husband. 
It's only when I felt something hard press into my tummy that I realised that he was excited by my nearness. Although shocked I felt instant warmth and tenderness sweep through me. I love the man, he combines manliness with sensitivity and intelligence, a rare combination in men, and by saying that I love him I did not mean as a lover. Gerraint is one of the really good people in this life. He is kind and generous, with never a bad word for anybody, always ready to help and very sensitive to moods. Ever since I've known his son he's offered us a helping hand, when we needed it most, without qualms or thoughts of repayment. I'd watched helplessly as sorrow overwhelmed his joie de vivre. 

It had taken a lot of patience and determination to coax him out to dinner. I'd made sure Gerraint had more than his rightful share of the two bottles of wine we'd consumed with our delicious dinner so that he would open up to me and maybe start to come to terms with his loss. When the idea of having sex with him came into my mind I have no idea or was if something which women intuitively know can be the catalyst to shock a man into living again?

I'll never know why but yes I seduced him and I don't regret it even though I know it was wrong and that it deserves severe punishment. Is sleeping with your father-in-law incest?

Gerraint stood there as I undid buttons, zips and laces until all he had on was his boxer shorts then I pulled away and slipped out of my clothes until I was completely naked. Proudly I exhibited my body. At that moment I was thinking of him as a man not as my father-in-law. I wonder how he was thinking of me but I think his eyes told me that whatever it was it was with lust.

'You...you sure have a magnificent body, Kathy!' He exclaimed as his eyes roamed over my nakedness. ‘You know you don’t have to do this!’

He was standing in his boxer shorts and the bulge his erection made in the front of them showed the degree of excitement the sight of my naked body was giving him. Shamelessly I dropped to my knees, in front of him, and tenderly nuzzled my face against his groin, tracing the outline of his stiff cock with my nose and mouth causing it to twitch involuntarily under the material. It was only then that I realised just how large it was. My husband’s is a shade under eight inches and fairly thick, he’d proudly measured it in front of me, but his father’s was at least three if not four inches longer and twice as thick. I was shocked yet tremendously aroused and I felt the wetness of his precome seep through the material and stickily adhere to my face. His muscular thighs were shaking against my naked breasts as I pressed them against him. Slowly I reached up and tugged at the waistband of his sole garment and eased it down until his erect cock sprang out like a caged animal being set free. His boxer shorts slipped all the way down to his feet and he stepped out of them. I looked at his swollen cock for a long moment, shocked by its size and thickness and wondering how any woman could take something so large inside herself. I don't know why I was surprised because his son is well endowed but his cock was straight out of a porno movie. Opening my lips very wide I just about managed to take the head and some of the shaft into my mouth. His profuse precome dribbled onto my tongue and I swallowed it eagerly. It was slightly salty but nice.

'You...oh Kathy, you don't have to! Please take it easy! I'm so excited that I'm almost ready...ready to pop and I don't want that to happen. It's been such a long time and I don't want to disappoint you!' Gerraint groaned.

My heart went out to him as I remembered that it was probably a long time since he'd made love and I dearly wanted to make it extra special for him. Coming prematurely wouldn't achieve my objective so reluctantly I removed my mouth from his cock and raised myself to my feet and then led him into the bedroom. We fell onto the bed in a mad embrace, his hands no longer shy but thoroughly exploring my naked body.

'Your body is so firm and warm, so silky and sexy.’ He whispered hoarsely. 'You're so cuddly!' My son is so lucky! '

So he wasn't so far gone that he forgot that I was married to his son but it didn't seem to make a difference. Any qualms must have been overwhelmed by his sexual hunger. His fingers were roaming over the curve of my hips then over my flat tummy. They were trembling slightly as if not sure that they were allowed to touch my intimate parts.
 
I reached down, with my right hand, and gently massaged his balls and erect cock once again  surprised by how thick and long it was. I estimated that it was well over eleven inches and as hard as an iron rod. I knew that after such a long abstinence he would have an hair-trigger and it would be disastrous if he came too soon. I took his right hand and guided it to my breasts. At first, when his trembling fingers came into contact with my flesh, he drew back then he relaxed and started massaging the fleshy mounds, one at the time.

'It's been such a long time since I've been with a woman. I mean a woman who wasn't my wife and at the end she was so ill that it wasn’t possible.'

'Take your time, Gerraint, and do anything you like. I want to please you, I want you to be happy because I care for you and want you to be happy again!’

Even as those words left my lips I knew that I was going to have to lead, at least at the beginning. I reached up and drew his face close to mine and started to kiss him and this time there was no resistance. His tongue slipped into my mouth and stroked along mine. I manoeuvred our bodies so that we were lying on our sides, facing each other. His erect cock was crushed between our bellies and I could it feel it pulsing and dribbling wetness in my skin while his large hands were beginning to explore. He was running his fingers up and down my back, cupping the cheeks of my bottom at the end of each stroke. We kissed and caressed for a long time before he slowly eased me onto my back. He began licking and kissing around my neck and shoulders.
 
‘Please, Gerraint, take it into your mouth!' I urged, lifting my right breast, with both hands, and squeezing it so that the nipple was even more pointed and engorged. 'Suck my nipple. I wish it was full of milk so that I could give you nourishment and banish your sorrow. Go on suck it for me, it's dying to feel your mouth!’
 
He didn't say anything but his lips closed around the throbbing teat and he began pulling and drawing it further into his mouth like a child suckling. I took his right hand down over my taut tummy and into my crotch and, with my hand still over his, I pressed his fingers along the slit of my pussy. When his fingers first came into contact with the wetness of my slit, I felt him shudder. His cock twitched against my belly. I realised that I shouldn't be so pushy because it probably would trigger his orgasm. Although my body was craving to be penetrated I had to be patient and allow him to find his own rhythm. I removed my hand from his and moaned aloud with sensual pleasure when he continued slipping his fingers along the lips of my pussy. Slowly, so as not to appear too blatant, I spread my legs and shifted the angle of my pelvis to make it easier for him to explore the wet folds of my pussy.

'Your touch feels so good!' I cooed in his ear. 'Your touch is so sensual and you're getting me so hot. You're making me melt and my body is all yours to do...to do anything you want with. I really mean anything, Gerraint!'

I am not a vocal person during lovemaking but I wanted him to know how much he was exciting me and that I was hi sextoy to use anyway he wanted that evening because that was how much I loved him. I am probably not making myself clear but I hope you understand what I am trying to say.

His free hand was gently working the nipple, which wasn't being sucked into his mouth. He switched his mouth and hand and went to work on my left nipple until I was writhing and groaning as the arousal swept through my body from the triple stimulations. I was breathless by the time his mouth left my breasts and slipped down over my taut stomach before nestling at the edge of my pubic triangle. I could feel his hot breath bathing the wet folds of my pussy. He seemed to hesitate. At first all he did was nuzzle his nose in my pubic hair and breathe in the scent of my womanhood then I felt his mouth working downward and softly brush over my pussy lips. It was so soft that it felt like butterfly wings but it aroused a great need for a more forceful contact and I cried out. 'Stick your tongue out! Please use your tongue and lick me, Gerraint!' 

Again he followed my suggestion hesitantly. I felt his tongue come out of his lips and slowly lick along the ridges of my pussy lips. He kept this up for some time until I couldn't stand it any longer.

'Deeper! Deeper! Stick your tongue in my pussy, please, Gerraint, please lick my pussy! I need it so badly!' I cried out.

His tongue, now fully extended, began to lap my entire slit with greater confidence. Brazenly I reached down, with my hands, and spread the lips of my pussy for him. I raised my bottom off the bed to push my groin harder against his mouth. He'd become much more excited and his breath was coming in short gasps. He'd also become much bolder and was using full strokes as he lapped at my pussy and he'd replaced my fingers with his own and had started palpating the lips of my pussy as his tongue slipped in and out of my gaping hole. My hands reached up and started pinching my nipples. It was an heavenly sensation as the more he licked, and sucked on my pussy, the more I wanted him to overpower me. He moved around so that he was on his knees, between my spread legs pushing them wider open, as I rose my hips up to meet his face.

'I'm going...to lick...to lick your... sex...' He was mumbling. 'Going to lick it out...lick it all out!’
 
I knew that he wasn't used to using words like that or expressing his feelings while making love and it thrilled me to hear him telling me what he was going to do. His face was buried in my crotch as he licked and lapped with the flat of his tongue collecting pussy juice which he sucked into his mouth with great gusto. Now and then he pulled back to look down as if to make sure that he was sucking in the right place. His fingertips parted the damp hair on my mound, flattening it down, so that it wouldn't get in the way.

It was no longer a sympathy fuck but one I was fully committed to and wanted more than anything in my life. 'Suck it hard...suck it!' I pleaded with him almost incoherently as I reached down. Gripping his head, between my hands, I guided his mouth back to my pulsing pussy. His tongue eagerly plugged into my pussy, like a miniature penis. My clitoris was fully erect and throbbing wildly but so far he'd ignored it. I reached, with my fingers, and pulled the hood away and squeezed the hard nub between two fingers as I guided it toward his tongue. 'Suck it! Please, Gerraint, suck my clit! ' I pleaded

He squeezed my erect clit between his lips and moved his face up and down fucking it in his mouth. He slipped three fingers deep inside my vagina and worked them in and out as he continued to suck on my clit. He was lapping up every drop of juice which welled out of my spasming pussy. It was only a small climax but it was enough to ease my craving. I tugged at his hair and pulled him over me, kissing and licking his lips and face, licking up my own bitter sweet juices from his skin. His three fingers slipped out of my hole, with a loud squelching sound, and I could feel the head of his hard cock slipping along an inner thigh leaving a sticky wet trail. I worked my hips until I found the fat head of his cock slowly sinking into the depths of my pussy. 'Fuck me now, Gerraint, fuck me. Fuck your woman!’

Where did that come from, I asked myself as he raised his torso, by taking his weight on his extended arms, as he drove his cock deep into me. It hurt a bit but it wasn't hard or fast enough for me because he was being too careful and gentle and I wanted it hard and fast so I slipped out from under him and rolled him onto his back. I knelt over his hips and dropped down, until I could feel the head of his cock cleaving between my pussy lips.
 
'Look at it, Gerraint. Can you see your cock going into my cunt?' I hissed being so aroused that I was losing control over my body. I was being caught up in my own arousal and reached down to spread my pussy lips wide apart because I wanted him to see. He was fascinated as he stared down at the point where our pelvises mingled and mashed together. 'How's it look, Gerraint? What can you see?' I asked him.

'I see your beautiful cunt, Kathy.' He whispered hoarsely. 'I see my cock disappearing inside your wonderful cunt and the lips are closing around my shaft.’

'You're fucking me, Gerraint! You're fucking my cunt! You've got your big cock up a woman's cunt and she loves it. This woman loves having your big cock inside her and could easily die with pleasure. My hot cunt has never been so hugely filled and I love it. I can feel a climax begin to rumble. Your such a good lover, Gerraint, the best I’ve ever had!'

He reached up, grabbed hold of my hips and held them, as he began pumping into massive girth into me. He was slamming his cock upward into my pussy as hard as he could causing my breasts to bounce and jiggle wildly on my chest. He rolled me onto my side, holding me still tightly, not missing a stroke as he pumped the full length of his cock into my pussy, again and again. I could feel the tip of his cock poking against my cervix and felt as if any moment it would penetrate my womb.

'Yes...yes fuck my cunt!' I moaned as intense fiery  passion completely overcame me. 'Give it to me, my love, fuck my cunt. Fuck me! Fuck me till I die! My cunt is now your cunt and you can do what you want with it!’

I could hardly believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. Who was this married slut who was offering herself so lewdly to her husband’s father?

I could hear that his breathing was laboured and all he could do was moan hoarsely, as he slammed his massive cock in and out of me. My legs were wrapped around his hips clinging on to him. Each time his cock slipped forward, then backward, the shaft brushed against my clit. Then he moved away, quickly flipping me over on my back and dragging me down so that my bottom was perched on the edge of the bed. He stood up but not for a moment did his cock slip from the hot, wet cavity which was sheathing it. He took my ankles, in his hands, and pulled them up as he slipped a plump pillow beneath my bottom, raising it higher and lining up my pussy with his cock for deeper penetration. All he had to do was rock back and forth and he started doing that with great power and his cock went deeper into me than ever and I felt a popping sensation which part pain but mainly pleasure and I realised that he was penetrating my womb, at the end of each stroke. With all the energy, the pent-up power, the restrained emotions he'd contained for so many months he fucked me as I'd never been fucked before. He kept looking down, to where we were joined, as if he wanted to make sure that it was his hard cock so slickly slipping in and out of my pussy. I looked down also and could see my puffy pussy lips clinging to his shaft as it slipped back and forth. They were drawn inside, on each forward stroke, and popped out again as the cock retreated.

'That's it, my love!' I gurgled. 'Fuck your big cock into me. Fuck it hard and deep. Make your woman come. Deeper, Gerraint, deeper, my love. That's it, love... that's it fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before!’
 
My obscene words seemed to fire up his arousal and he kept slamming his big cock in and out of my pussy, still watching. I could feel the pressure building up within my womb and I drew my legs up around his mid section to shorten his strokes and allow his long cock even deeper inside me. 'That's it, my love, fill me up. Fill me up with your big cock. I love your cock, love what it does to me. Here I come. Oh God! I'm coming. I'm coming. You're making me come, Gerraint, and I know it will be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before!

'Me too!' He grunted excitedly. 'I'm coming too. I'm going to squirt it into you... going to squirt my spunk into your cunt, Kathy, going to fill you with my seed!'

The word seed reminded me that I wasn’t using any contraception, as his son and I had decided to start a family, but it was the last conscious thought before my orgasm overwhelmed me.

I’d pulled my legs tight against my chest and was flexing my inner vaginal muscles around his cock, which was buried full length inside my cunt, to make sure it stayed wedged fully inside me. I could feel it twitching and squirting, filling my pussy with potent sperm. There was so much of it that it began to overflow and dribble between the splayed cheeks of my bottom as my huge climax blasted through my doubled-up body like a detonated bomb. For a moment I lost touch with reality and him as I reached the gates of paradise.

Slowly I came down from my peak. I could feel our mingled juices oozing out of my pussy, around his cock, which was still buried inside me, and ooze down the cleft of my bottom. It gathered on the sheet and I could feel it smearing on my skin as my bottom continued to writhe about. Gerraint was moaning and groaning on top of me, rolling his hips, forcing his cock to move inside my sex sheath and I responded by squeezing his wilting cock tightly with my vaginal muscles so that it wouldn't slip out of me. I felt the tautness begin to leave his body as, spent of all energy and tension, it collapsed on top of mine. He lay there, panting and mumbling that he'd never felt so happy. We shifted, our bodies coming apart, and he pulled us both higher up on the bed so that I could cuddle him with his head resting on my breasts. We fell asleep.

He stayed the night and I woke up in the morning being rocked back and forth as his hard penis penetrated my pussy from behind. His hands were cupping my breasts, gently caressing the nipples, as his mouth nibbled on the back of my neck. There was no urgency and his penis slipped in and out of my pussy rhythmically. It was a wonderful way to wake up and I lay there basking in the warmth of his caresses and the wonderful sensation of his hard cock slipping in and out of my pussy as if it was on Teflon bearings. That state didn't last long and, as my arousal ignited fires in my body, I began to ram my bum back against his pelvis each time his cock plunged up into my pussy. He responded by increasing the speed of his stroking and deepening his penetration. I slipped a hand down and gripped my swollen clitoris between my fingertips and rolled it around as I tugged it away from my body. He matched my action by gripping my nipples, between his hard fingertips, and stretching them away from my breasts. I could feel his hot breath waft against my ear as his cock continued to pound into my cunt with all the power of his muscular body. It only took a few strokes more before my orgasm exploded and my body shuddered all over. My cunt clamped hard round his stiff cock and it was enough to make him lose control so that he ejaculated and filled my womb and pussy with his sperm topping up the amount he’d pumped into me earlier. Panting, our sweat gluing us together, we lay there and again drifted into a light sleep.

He stayed the day and went home that evening. By the time he left I could hardly walk as he's fucked me so many times that my pussy was raw. It was the best sex I'd ever had. Before he left I explained to him that I respected him and loved him but that he had to realise that I was married to his son and what we'd done wasn't going to be repeated. He told me that he fully understood and that he would be eternally grateful for my kindness. I kissed him on the lips and shut the door behind him.

History is full of good resolutions and mine was no different. It was I who begged him for more and the more I got the more I wanted. The man makes me feel like the most desirable woman on earth and the sensation is so addictive that I can’t stop even after he’d impregnated me.