Gibby Jane cried after her father-in-law left. Her legs were sore and her pussy raw from his huge cock. Her husband had been sweet and loving to her their wedding night – but not the father. He had been rough and only interested in his own pleasure. How could she tell anyone about this? He was right. Who would believe her?
Dwayne II walked into his house and saw Eileen watching TV as usual.
“Where have you been, Dwayne?” She nagged.
He waved her away as if she were a fly and went upstairs to shower.
She had been a right hot piece his Gibby girl. He had been trying to get a chance to get her alone and then suddenly the war with Iraq and she was his for the taking.
He showered and his hands roamed over his beer belly and hairy chest. He smiled as he thought of his second visit with the girl. He hadn’t fucked anyone up the ass in quite a while. It always amused him when the girls screamed and cried at his thick cock tore into them. His hand jerked his thick cock off as he imagined Gibby’s doughy butt spread before him.
She was a chunky girl and he liked the extra meat to hold onto her and pound into her. Dwayne II smiled as his thick white cum splashed against the wall and washed down the drain.
The barbeque for the 4th of July was outside on the hot summer’s day. It was a sad outing as Dwayne III was gone but the rest of the family and friends managed to enjoy themselves. Dwayne II and his friends had been sitting underneath a large willow tree enjoying the food and beer. Dwayne II flung back his fifth beer and watched Gibby Jane serve food with Eileen. She wore a simple floral patterned dress with white sandals and her hair slung back. There were so many people at the picnic – it could have been perhaps 200-300 people.
He watched Gibby Jane walk toward the small restrooms and knew no one would miss either of them for a few minutes. He followed her closely and waited until she had finished and cornered her inside locking the door behind him.
“Myyyy, Gibby girl.” He drawled out eyeing her up and down.
She turned to him and cringed and shook at his drunken appearance before her at the picnic.
“I saw you serving food and you looked mighty fine in your little sundress.”
“Thank you.” She said looking away.
“Thank you, what?” He leaned against the locked door scratching his belly.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She hated calling him that and hated him more for his unwanted and disgusting attentions. But she was young and not very bright and didn’t know what to do.
Her chunky body stretched out the fabric and her breasts pressed against the linen.
“I didn’t sleep well last night but because I was thinking of you.” He grinned and stepped toward her.
“Daddy - ” She began.
“My wife don’t understand me – and I need a young thing who understands my needs. Like you.” He smiled and his teeth were yellow and crooked with age, tobacco and bad health. Gibby cringed.
“Thank you.” Gibby tried to walk past him but he blocked her.
“I’ve been wanting your attention again, missy. What I want only you can give.” His hands roamed over her bodice and squeezed her breasts.
“Please I’m a married woman. It’s a sin before god.” Gibby spoke quietly.
“A sin? In the olden days of the Civil War, if a man died his woman would usually marry the brother of the dead man.”
Gibby gasped in shock and raised her voice. “Dwayne isn’t dead!”
Dwayne the father slapped her sharply. “That’s for disrespect. I don’t take to no disrespect. I told you likewise the other day and I expect it from you.”
Gibby winced in pain and shook her head. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry what, Gibby?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I meant no disrespect.” She touched her cheek, which still bore his handprint.
“It’s alright, Gibby. This is all in the family. There’s no sin in family love. Now I want you to get down on your knees like a good girl. I have need of your attention.”
Gibby almost gasped in shock. The small, two-toilet restroom was dirty and not kept up well and the floors had probably never been cleaned.
“Daddy, no. Please, no.” She cried out as he put his large hand on her shoulder and forced her down onto her knees.
“Gibby Jane. No disrespect and no back talk or you’ll be one sorry little slut.” She could feel the cold stone slabs beneath her knees and watched as the older man unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out.
His cock was large and meaty and Gibby had only ever had his in her mouth. Dwayne the son had not asked it of her.
His cock was inches from her mouth and Gibby smelled a stale odor and realized it was piss. She wanted to throw up but instead he spoke suddenly.
“Like before girl. Take it into your mouth. First the head, then the shaft. That’s my good girl.” He guided her head until she was almost gagging on the stench of his cock and the length. He was huge and meaty in size and width and much larger than his son. He pulled her hair and she continually gagged as she took his cock again and again into her soft virgin mouth.
“Oh yeah, girl. Yeah.” His hips jerked back and forth as Gibby continued to give him head.
“Unbutton your sundress, girl. I want to see those titties.” He ordered her.
Gibby’s fingers shook as she unbuttoned the top of her dress and continued to suck the older man’s cock.
Her breasts were large and full and her nipples huge covering a big portion of the breasts. They were rose-colored and tempting.
Gibby gagged again as he rammed his cock down her throat and despite herself she felt her pussy become wet and juicy.
Someone was knocking on the restroom door as Dwayne jerked his hips forward again and grunted.
“Yeah, little cunt. Take it all, bitch.” He could feel his milk building in his balls and suddenly they erupted. A small amount fell down the girl’s throat and he pulled his cock out splashing her face a few times and her breasts.
Gibby Jane stood up as Dwayne went into the stall pissing. She splashed her face with water and wiped away the sticky sperm, which still clung to her breasts and face.
“Clean yourself up before you go out, girl. I won’t have my daughter-in-law looking like a cheap slut.”
Gibby nodded and could feel the tears coming.
“I’m going to visit you tonight. I don’t want you wearing anything to bed. If you have a stitch of clothing on – you’ll be punished.”
He turned to go but she stopped him.
“But Daddy. I don’t – “
