My Father-in-Law Did What His Son Couldn't Do to Me at the Beach

It all started with an invitation. My boyfriend's mother organized a week's vacation on the coast and, since I got along well with her, she was the first to insist that I go with them. Mateo and I had barely been together a year, and between the two of us we finally convinced my mother to let me go.

I packed my favorite clothes and showed up at their house the afternoon before, since we would be leaving before dawn. That night I would sleep in Mateo's room while he stayed with his younger brother.

I arrived around six. He wasn't there yet: he had gone out to buy something with the little one. Only his parents were there to greet me. His mother worked at a restaurant, and his father had an auto repair shop a few blocks away.

I knew Ricardo well—or at least I thought I did. From the first day, he had looked at me in a way that was anything but innocent, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, I played along every time I set foot in that house. More than once I had caught myself imagining his hard cock between my hands, imagining myself on my knees sucking him all the way down. I had never had the chance to get any closer, but something told me that week would be different.

We left very early the next day. After four hours on the road, we arrived before nine in the morning. The house they had rented was enormous: several rooms, a central courtyard with a pool, and, in one corner, a hot-water Jacuzzi. The living room had a pool table, games, and everything necessary to keep from getting bored.

We unloaded the suitcases and divided up the rooms. I changed to go out for breakfast: a blue bikini in case we went in the water, tight denim shorts, and a white blouse open in front that left a good part of the swimsuit visible.

I went out before the others, and the first thing I saw was Ricardo, still unloading things from the van. There was no one else nearby. I offered to help him, not before loosening my blouse a little.

“You look very good,” he said, looking me up and down without trying to hide it, lingering longer than necessary at the level of my breasts.

“Thank you,” I replied with a smile, and climbed into the van.

Every time I bent over to hand him something, I gave him a view he didn't refuse. The bikini fabric barely covered my tits, and I knew everything was outlined for him. I liked the way he looked at me, the way his eyes wandered to my cleavage and then dropped to my ass when I turned around. Taking advantage of the fact that we were still alone, I sat on one of the seats and, without taking my eyes off him, untied my blouse completely.

“It's really hot, isn't it?” I said.

“Yes, the sun is strong…” he replied, his gaze lost on me.

He looked toward the house to make sure no one was coming and moved closer until he was beside the open door. When he couldn't make up his mind, I brushed the back of his hand with my fingertips. That was all the invitation he needed.

“They're taking a long time to come out, aren't they?” I murmured.

“It's always the same. I struggle every time we have to leave.”

“Then we'll have to make good use of the time, don't you think?”

Without thinking any further, I brought his hand to one of my tits. He squeezed it slowly, still incredulous, while I reclined on the seat and pulled him toward me by his T-shirt. When he saw my face, his shyness disappeared: he yanked the bikini fabric aside and left my breasts completely exposed. My nipples hardened instantly beneath his fingers, and he pinched and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger until he drew a moan from me.

“You have incredible tits…” he said, almost voiceless, bending down to suck one and then the other, barely biting my nipples. “They're made for a man to eat.”

I started searching for his bulge over his shorts. He was already hard, outlined against the fabric, and when I squeezed his cock through it, he let out a growl. He moved first, lowered his shorts, and pulled out his cock himself: thick, stiff, the tip already glistening with fluid. My mouth watered. I took it in my hand and began stroking him slowly, feeling it pulse against my fingers, feeling it fill my entire palm. I spread my legs almost instinctively and slipped my own hand beneath my shorts, running my fingers over the bikini fabric, which was already soaked. Ricardo didn't miss the opportunity: he moved the bikini aside, slid his hand in, and began caressing my pussy directly, sinking a finger between my lips and dragging it over my clitoris.

“Ahhh…” escaped me as I bit my lip, squeezing his cock harder while he pushed two fingers all the way inside me.

“You're soaking wet, little slut,” he whispered, pulling out his glistening fingers and putting them in his mouth. “You taste delicious.”

Just then, the little one shouted from the house. We sprang apart. Ricardo shoved his hard cock into his shorts as best he could, while I moved to the back seat to adjust my bikini and blouse. Pretending to be natural, he picked up a couple of suitcases and went inside.

***

Once everyone was there, we went out to find something to eat and buy what we needed for the week. During the drive, we looked at each other more than once. I had been left burning from his caresses, with my panties wet and the taste of his fingers still in my head, and it was clear that he wanted more too.

That afternoon we returned to the house, prepared snacks and drinks, and got into the pool. Both Mateo and his father took advantage of any excuse to look me over. And although I already fucked my boyfriend, nothing compared to what it did to me to imagine myself spread-legged beneath Ricardo, with that thick cock buried all the way inside me.

We played in the water until late. His younger brother got tired, and Ricardo took him to bed. When we got out of the pool, his mother and Mateo went inside to change. Ricardo was alone in the living room, facing the television.

I pretended I had forgotten something, took off my swimsuit, and covered myself with only the towel. I returned to the living room, walked toward him, and, without warning, let the towel fall. He barely had time to grab one of my tits, squeezing it hungrily, before I covered myself again, laughing, and went to my room with my pussy throbbing once more.

I dried off and changed into one of my favorite outfits—a lace thong and black bra—and, for comfort over them, sweatpants and a loose sweatshirt. I went out to the living room, where the three of them were preparing drinks.

We talked for quite a while. I could think only about being alone with him, having him naked, opening my mouth and swallowing his cock whole. When his parents went off to rest, Mateo and I stayed behind to watch a movie.

It didn't take long for him to slide his hand beneath my pants, finding my damp thong. He slipped his fingers beneath the lace and began rubbing my clitoris in circles. I unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock out over his boxers, beginning to masturbate him beneath a small blanket. He was so hot that after a few minutes he was already panting softly, his fingers buried to the knuckles inside my wet pussy. He came quickly, spilling between my fingers and pouring warm semen over my thigh. Without wasting time, I mounted him right there, impaling myself on his still-hard cock, moving quickly, riding him with my hands braced against his chest while he pulled up my sweatshirt and amused himself sucking my tits. I came a few minutes later, biting my lips so I wouldn't wake anyone, squeezing him with the walls of my pussy until I left him trembling.

We quickly composed ourselves, since we were still in the living room, and finished the movie. On the way to the bedrooms, we ran into Ricardo.

“It's getting pretty late, don't you think? I hope you two haven't been up to anything, huh?” he said in a teasing tone.

“No, sir, of course not! We were just going to bed,” I replied with a smile.

Each of us went into our own room. Or that's what I led Mateo to believe. The quick fuck with him hadn't satisfied me—I still wanted more, my fresh panties soaked with my own juices—and as soon as I knew he was asleep, I went out again, hoping to find his father in the kitchen.

He was still there, sitting near the counter, as if he had been waiting for me. I approached and stopped beside him.

“I thought you'd be asleep by this hour, little one…” he said.

“Mmm, no. Your son wanted to watch a movie,” I lied.

He let out a low, mocking laugh that threw me off.

“You wanted something else, more like, didn't you? I saw you riding him, moving your little ass like a bitch in heat.”

I blushed. I hadn't expected him to have seen us. But I used it to my advantage.

“Yes, but you know what? He didn't satisfy me completely… he came right away, and I was left wanting.”

As I spoke, my hands were already tugging at the shorts he wore to sleep. I pulled out his cock, which was already getting hard as he listened to me, and began stroking it slowly, squeezing the head and dragging my thumb over the tip.

“You were left wanting, weren't you, you dirty girl?” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder to guide me downward. “Come on, suck it for me like you suck his.”

I bent down and put it in my mouth, at first just the tip, sucking it slowly and tasting the salty pre-cum. Then I began swallowing it whole, as much as I could, until I felt it touch the back of my throat. I pulled it all the way out, licked it along its entire length, and put it back in, listening to him growl above me. I grabbed his balls with my other hand, playing with them as I moved my head up and down over his cock.

“That's it, that's it, swallow it all… fuck, you suck better than anyone,” he panted, grabbing my hair. “There's an unoccupied room in the courtyard. I'm going to split you in two there, just like you deserve.”

“All right…” I replied, my mouth still full of saliva and his taste on my tongue.

***

When we left the house, he hugged me from behind and began caressing my tits beneath my sweatshirt while kissing my neck. He pinched my nipples through the fabric of my bra, then lowered one hand and slipped it inside my sweatpants, getting beneath my thong and sinking an entire finger into my already-soaked pussy. The courtyard lights were off; no one could see us.

“Now I'm going to fuck you properly, little one,” he said in my ear, moving his finger inside me. “You're dripping.”

We crossed the garden and entered the room. We kissed immediately, hungrily, our tongues fighting in each other's mouths, while he removed my sweatshirt and pants until I was wearing only the black lingerie.

“Just look at you…” he said, taking my hand and making me turn so he could admire me. “I've been dying to put it inside you since the first day I saw you. You won't be left wanting with me, I promise.”

He pulled me back to him, and we melted into an even more intense kiss. He unclasped my bra with one swipe, and my tits fell free. He began devouring them, sucking and biting my nipples, tugging at them with his teeth until I moaned, while we moved toward the bed. He sat on the edge and seated me astride him without removing my thong.

I ended up sitting on his lap. I felt his hard cock growing beneath his shorts, pressed against my pussy, with only the shorts fabric and the wet lace of my thong separating us. Almost without realizing it, I began moving my hips, rubbing my clitoris against the hard length of his cock, setting a rhythm that rose on its own. The friction of the wet lace against my clitoris made me see stars.

“Ahhh… ahhh…” I couldn't hold back, biting his shoulder to muffle my moans.

“That's it, ride me like that, dirty my shorts with your juice,” he murmured. “I love listening to you. You're delicious.”

He had my tits trapped in his hands, squeezing them while I rubbed myself against him faster and faster. I began to tremble sooner than I expected, my pussy throbbing and my clitoris burning. I came like that, on top of him, soaking his fabric, biting my lips so nothing could be heard on the other side of the house.

“See how good that felt? And I haven't even put it inside you yet. Now I'm going to show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man,” he said.

He stood me up effortlessly, yanked down his shorts, and tore my thong from my hips until I was completely naked. He sat down again, his cock erect and throbbing, and turned me around, seating me backward on him with my legs spread on either side of his.

“Now I want to see how good you are… impale yourself, dirty girl.”

I didn't wait for him to finish. I took his cock in my hand, placed it at the entrance to my pussy, and began lowering myself slowly. It was bigger and thicker than my boyfriend's, and at first it was difficult. I felt it opening me, felt my walls yielding inch by inch to make room for that piece of cock.

“That's it… slowly, my love, feel all of it,” he said, taking me by the hips.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulled me down hard and drove it all the way in, until it struck the depths of my pussy. The moan escaped me loudly, muffled in a gasp. Then he began moving beneath me, faster and faster, thrusting up into me and making me bounce on his lap.

“Move like you rode my son… show me how my son's little slut rides,” he panted, smacking my ass.

The initial pain transformed into a pleasure that clouded my head. I began riding him eagerly, rising and falling on his cock, feeling it go all the way in and out of me, feeling our bodies collide again and again, hearing the sound of my wet pussy swallowing it fill the room. He pawed at my tits from behind, tugging my nipples, while I braced my hands on his knees for better leverage.

“Ahhh… Daddy… like that… more…” I moaned softly, my mouth open and my eyes closed.

“You take it so well, little one, you're so tight… you've got a young whore's pussy,” he replied, gripping my waist and guiding every downward stroke.

After a few minutes he changed the rhythm. I stopped bouncing and began moving in circles, leaning against him and twisting his cock inside me, feeling the head brush every corner of my pussy as he pulled me toward him, driving it even deeper and touching places Mateo had never reached. He brought one hand around in front and began rubbing my clitoris at the same time, two fingers moving in fast circles, and I came undone. Shortly afterward I felt him release inside me, his cock vibrating and filling me with warm semen that began to run between our legs.

“You move so well,” he said, catching his breath, still inside me. “You were perfect. You wrung my cock dry.”

He moved back to my neck and grabbed my tits again while one of his hands traveled down my belly and began exploring me between the legs, playing with the remnants of his come mixed with my juices. Every so often he would withdraw his soaked fingers and put them in his mouth, sucking them with pleasure, then continue.

“We taste so good mixed together, little one. Try it.”

He brought his fingers to my mouth, and I sucked them slowly, savoring the thick, salty mixture without taking my eyes off him.

***

Still caressing me, he laid me back on the bed and spread my legs wide apart.

“Now it's my turn to taste you,” he said, looking at my soaked pussy, still dripping his come.

He moved downward, kissing my tits and biting my nipples, then my belly, sending shivers through me, until he reached between my legs. My heart sped up. He opened the lips of my pussy with his fingers and, without warning, began with his tongue. At first he took his time, licking me from bottom to top, gathering his own semen and swallowing it, playing with my clitoris with the tip of his tongue until I trembled; then, growing more intense, he sucked my entire clitoris, pushed his tongue inside me, and fucked me with it while squeezing my ass with his hands.

“Mmm… that's so good… there… like that… don't stop…” I couldn't keep quiet, twisting on the bed.

He put two fingers inside my pussy while continuing to suck my clitoris, curling them upward and touching a spot that made me arch my entire back. I didn't last long. I grabbed him by the hair, pulled him against me, pressing his face to my pussy, and came again, squirting over him, my legs closing around his head as I held back the scream as best I could.

When I finished, he sat up with my juices shining on his mouth and beard and kept playing with his fingers inside me, watching my face while my whole body trembled.

“Did you like that, little one?” he asked, sucking his fingers.

I could only nod, wracked by spasms, my pussy still throbbing around the emptiness.

“I hope you're ready for what's next, because I'm not finished with you yet.”

He was hard again, red and stiff, pointing at me. He grabbed my legs, rested them on his shoulders, folding me nearly in half, and drove himself into me again, slowly at first and then immediately with force, pulling all the way out and burying it to the hilt again and again, the weight of his whole body pushing down on me.

“Ahhh… fuck… like that…” The moan came on its own, cut off by every thrust.

The sound of our bodies colliding, of my wet pussy swallowing his cock, of his balls slapping against my ass, filled the entire room. He watched my tits bounce with every thrust and licked his lips.

“You're so hot and so tight… keep moaning like that, tell me what a slut you are,” he panted without slowing down.

“Ahhh… Daddy… I'm yours… keep fucking me… harder… more… break me,” I begged, clutching the sheets.

We stayed like that for several minutes, my legs folded against my chest, until he lowered them, collapsed over me, and began thrusting even harder, his mouth pressed to my ear, panting insults and filthy words into it while he fucked me.

“That little pussy is mine now, do you hear me? Mine. Every time Mateo puts it inside you, you're going to think of me.”

“Yes… yes… yours… don't stop, please… faster… harder… break me,” I pleaded, unable to hold back, digging my nails into his back.

I came again, trembling all over, my pussy clenching around his cock like a fist. He held out a few seconds longer, thrusting into me furiously, and shortly afterward he trembled too, growling in my ear as he emptied himself inside me for the second time, filling me with another thick release before collapsing exhausted onto my chest, his cock still buried inside me.

We were left exhausted, drenched in sweat, my overflowing pussy running down my legs and onto the sheets. He had left me a little sore, my sex swollen, but I had enjoyed it as I rarely had before.

***

We rested for a while until we caught our breath. Then we stood up, kissed again, our mouths still tasting of him, and began getting dressed. I went to the bathroom and returned still naked; he followed me with his eyes as I put my clothes on, his semen still running down my thighs.

“I never get tired of looking at you,” he said. “I never imagined you liked it so much, much less that you'd let me put it all the way in and come inside you twice.”

“Oh, Ricardo, don't say that. You have your own charms too… you have a huge cock, Daddy, and you know how to use it. If you want, we can do it again whenever you like. Honestly, you fuck much better than your son.”

“I'd love that, gorgeous. I don't get lucky enough to put my cock in a little slut like you every day. But I'm satisfied for today. I hope you are too. Let's get some rest.”

“It's obvious I am,” I replied, laughing and squeezing my legs together to feel the way I was dripping inside from him.

We left the room, crossed the garden, and each went into our own bedroom. When I checked my phone, I had a couple of missed calls from Mateo and a few messages.

“You were incredible earlier, my love. Too bad we can't sleep together all night. Rest.”

I smiled as I read it, my pussy still dripping his father's come between my legs. My boyfriend thought I was asleep while his father finished what he had started and filled me inside twice. I looked at the phone for a little longer, then fell asleep a few minutes later.

The next morning I got up late, exhausted, my sex still sore. I took a long bath, feeling the water wash away the dried remains of Ricardo from between my legs, got dressed, and went downstairs to the living room, where everyone was already having breakfast, suspecting nothing.