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Claire had an outfit picked out for her wedding night. Carl had not even noticed it that first night, her original wedding day. She told herself that she was more than justified in wearing it for Frank, who, despite being her father-in-law’, was after all her ‘husband’ for the night.
She smiled as he came back out of the bathroom. His gaze admiring as ever, but there was something in the way he took in the sight of her that she hardly had time to register before he had closed the distance between them.
“I want you Claire – right now – your bath will wait!"
She had never heard Frank’s voice take on such a tone with her before.
His arms were around her, his mouth pressing to her neck before dragging upwards to meet her lips. She responded eagerly, thrilling at the passion with which he kissed her, but was totally unprepared for what he did next.
She gave a cry as he pushed her; his not inconsiderable strength sending her flailing across her wedding bed. Before she could even think straight, let alone recover, her bridal skirts had been lifted high and his hand was trailing over her ass! She turned her head to the side to catch her breath and saw him tear off his clothes. The sight of him both intimidated and excited her as she noticed the dimensions and erect state of his cock.
“Mrs Allen – do you want this as much as I do?” He growled, the lust in his voice plain.
The use of her married title, the same name as his and the way lust-filled rumble of his voice left her unable to do anything other than reply breathlessly.
”Yes ... yes ... I want it …”
With those words, she knew she had given Frank the permission he needed to do what he wanted to her. In a trice her panties were slid from her body, exposing her to his gaze and his touch. She felt him kneel behind her as she lay trapped by her skirts and gasped as a finger was slid so intimately blushing hotly knowing that he would know just how turned on she was by this unexpected train of events.
She whimpered as his finger entered her, somehow he was stimulating her clit at the same time and her body quivered in response. But it was clear that Frank was not intending to waste time. She felt his cock easing between her legs, nudging at her entrance. He was indeed going to take her; take her with her wedding dress about her ears, take her from her prone position across her wedding bed, where he had thrown her.
“Oh, Darling Claire!”
She cried out as his cock slid steadily up inside her.
”Ahhh… Frankkkkkk…..!”
His cock was iron hard, its girth stretched her narrow pussy walls and its length ... he seemed to go on forever. Never had Claire felt so full. Her sex fluttered and grasped as it struggled to adjust. She groaned as he began to withdraw, feeling every inch of him as he dragged himself slowly until he was almost out of her. And then he pushed back in steadily, burying himself to the hilt, the shortest of pauses and then he began to stroke in and out of her.
“I have thought of this all day!”
She moaned at the sound of his voice, the increasing pace with which he took her.
She wondered if his thoughts had specifically been about having her like this.
Either way, she had to admit that the idea of him watching her marrying his son whilst all the while he wanted his own cock in her was so wrong and so hot.
”Godddd… “
Her body jolted at the force of the thrusts with which he was impaling her now. This was far from the romantic love making she had imagined he would undertake in Carl’s place and she found that the response of her body was beyond any intensity she had previously experienced.
”How … how did you know?”
How had he understood what she needed, even more so that she herself did?
How did he know that she would revel in being pinned and fucked.
She smiled as he came back out of the bathroom. His gaze admiring as ever, but there was something in the way he took in the sight of her that she hardly had time to register before he had closed the distance between them.
“I want you Claire – right now – your bath will wait!"
She had never heard Frank’s voice take on such a tone with her before.
His arms were around her, his mouth pressing to her neck before dragging upwards to meet her lips. She responded eagerly, thrilling at the passion with which he kissed her, but was totally unprepared for what he did next.
She gave a cry as he pushed her; his not inconsiderable strength sending her flailing across her wedding bed. Before she could even think straight, let alone recover, her bridal skirts had been lifted high and his hand was trailing over her ass! She turned her head to the side to catch her breath and saw him tear off his clothes. The sight of him both intimidated and excited her as she noticed the dimensions and erect state of his cock.
“Mrs Allen – do you want this as much as I do?” He growled, the lust in his voice plain.
The use of her married title, the same name as his and the way lust-filled rumble of his voice left her unable to do anything other than reply breathlessly.
”Yes ... yes ... I want it …”
With those words, she knew she had given Frank the permission he needed to do what he wanted to her. In a trice her panties were slid from her body, exposing her to his gaze and his touch. She felt him kneel behind her as she lay trapped by her skirts and gasped as a finger was slid so intimately blushing hotly knowing that he would know just how turned on she was by this unexpected train of events.
She whimpered as his finger entered her, somehow he was stimulating her clit at the same time and her body quivered in response. But it was clear that Frank was not intending to waste time. She felt his cock easing between her legs, nudging at her entrance. He was indeed going to take her; take her with her wedding dress about her ears, take her from her prone position across her wedding bed, where he had thrown her.
“Oh, Darling Claire!”
She cried out as his cock slid steadily up inside her.
”Ahhh… Frankkkkkk…..!”
His cock was iron hard, its girth stretched her narrow pussy walls and its length ... he seemed to go on forever. Never had Claire felt so full. Her sex fluttered and grasped as it struggled to adjust. She groaned as he began to withdraw, feeling every inch of him as he dragged himself slowly until he was almost out of her. And then he pushed back in steadily, burying himself to the hilt, the shortest of pauses and then he began to stroke in and out of her.
“I have thought of this all day!”
She moaned at the sound of his voice, the increasing pace with which he took her.
She wondered if his thoughts had specifically been about having her like this.
Either way, she had to admit that the idea of him watching her marrying his son whilst all the while he wanted his own cock in her was so wrong and so hot.
”Godddd… “
Her body jolted at the force of the thrusts with which he was impaling her now. This was far from the romantic love making she had imagined he would undertake in Carl’s place and she found that the response of her body was beyond any intensity she had previously experienced.
”How … how did you know?”
How had he understood what she needed, even more so that she herself did?
How did he know that she would revel in being pinned and fucked.