Oh Father! Oh Father!

Hi my name is Brynn, my husband Jamal and I are in a biracial marriage, with he being Jamaican black and I a redheaded Scot. My father in law Bryson, an attractive man in his mid fifties, a widower, has always flirted with me throughout our 10 years together. He has told me how much he loves my dark redhair and my milky white skin. Judging by his stares, his constant attention, I'm guessing my body has his interest as well.

A nice guy yes but with his making it known to everyone in the family, how beautiful he thinks I am and how lucky his son is to have me, it gets more than a little embarrassing. He is affectionate towards me, very affectionate, his hugs can feel kinda creepy, feeling almost sexual in nature. Like it's more than a hug, if that makes sense.

He's stayed with us over the month of August, a first time visit for him here to Canada. All was going very smoothly for the first few days. August here in the valley can be a hot month and this one most certainly was. I don't tan because I can't tan but as a rule and since we don't have AC in our home, if it is just Jamal and myself, he and I would be nude or very scantily dressed. Since his father was here, I felt the best I could do to stay cool, is to wear one of many bikinis.

Not wishing to brag but at 5'7" and 130 pounds and with a ample naturally filled D cup, I know I'm quite a sight. I have made money in the past modelling swimsuits and lingerie and still work the seasonal boat and car shows. In fact it was at a boat show that I first met Jamal. I perhaps could have toned it down with Bryson being here but hey, its my home! I won't lie, I do love being appreciated. Having the opposite sex lustfull gaze on my form turns me on and I flaunt it. I was enjoying Bryson's interest with his eyes hardly leaving me.

I thought being a tease towards him wouldn't be a harm. I wanted him to enjoy being here and me, and he wasn't here all that long, so let's make it memorable. Bryson gets very handsy yet I never brushed or pulled away from his sometimes awkward advances. He really loved my string bikinis and his morning hugs often found him holding me close with both his hands on my all but bare butt. One afternoon he gave me just such a hug followed with a kiss on the lips. I could feel his boner pushing against my tummy. I must say, a substantial boner as well. He held me and talked, kissing me several times before I gently pulled away.

Did I go to far? Jamal had noticed just how intense his father's interest was in me. He actually said to me, "Brynn, my father can't take his eyes off you girl. He wants to fuck you!" I laughed saying, "He's fine." Jamal added, "Dad's from Jamaica Brynn, a different dominate male culture and mindset, so be careful." A assured him all was good.

Or was it?

No sooner had Jamal warned me than the following morning proved him right. Jamal already off to work, I was up an hour later. I ran the shower to get it hot, which can take a bit. While waiting, I ventured into kitchen to pour a coffee. I sleep in the nude and I'm not going to put anything on before having a shower so I threw on my short hot pink satin robe. Yes it exposes most of my legs and Jamal loves me in it. It never fails to get him turned on. Even so, I didn't see the harm in wearing it to go downstairs and get my coffee.

As I stood there stirring my coffee, my father in law came up from behind wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug. This wasn't close to being the first time we hugged but somehow with I being completely nude under this wrap, it seemed far more intimate, made even more so with his hand fully on my left breast. I froze, "Good morning Dad!" He kissed the back of my neck. Goosebumps were covering my body his fingers reading and playing with my now erect nipple.

"You like" he holding me tighter, pushing his erection to my ass. I played along, "Yes Daddy, very nice!" He quickly reached his other hand and placed it under my robe and directly on my unshaved pussy. I jumped in shock and spun around. Bryson was fully nude and erect. I was still in his grip. I said, "Oh my God Bryson!" His response was, "I will have you yes!" I wasn't sure if it was a question, a statement of fact or a demand. All I knew for certain was we were alone, he's bigger and stronger than I, his eyes are blazing with lust and my heart was pounding.

He undid the tie opening up my robe exposing my nude body. His hands quickly all over my breasts. I said firmly, "Bryson, you can't do this! This is wrong!" He ignored me. He pull the robe down and off my shoulders as it fell to the floor at my feet. He buried his face into my tits. "Your nipples so pink" he said. Taking each in his hands his mouth sucking on one nipple then the other. I was unable to move his weight pinning me against the counter.

I was in shock, completely dumbfounded my mind had flatlined. I didn't know what to do. He moved me over to the kitchen table and bent me over it, my face and tits now in contact with the cold top. I wish I could say I was scared but I wasn't. I was stunned by what was happening, in disbelief really. I didn't know what to do but he did. He rubbed my butt cheeks with his hands. I tried to lift up my torso but he forced me down to the table. I said nothing as he pulled my bum cheeks apart. I had no idea as to what his intent was. Is he going fuck my pussy or my ass? I had never had anal and his cock is huge, much bigger than Jamal's. Just as that though entered my mind Bryson's tongue was trying to enter my ass! Yes, Bryson was down on his knees, my cheeks parted, licking me where tongues should not be licking! I quickly tried to stand up, to put up a struggle but he slapped my ass hard adding a loud, "No!" Bryson quickly stood up and drove his massive self into my pussy.

I was not turned on at all by this and thus dry. It was painful but I was so relieved that after licking my anus, he didn't take my ass. I can't imagine how painful that would have been. He thrusted hard and luckily came within a couple of painful minutes. He held me balls deep, his cock throbbing his ejactulate deep into my vagina.

I didn't cry or protest. I didn't struggle. Don't know why. He stood me up turned me towards him, taking my face in his hands he could see the tears on my cheeks and kissed them gently away. "I am sooo sorry. You did not enjoy?" as he sat on a kitchen chair. He pulled me tight towards him, his head against my tummy. He was crying. I didn't expect this reaction at all.

"You my Darling are so beautiful. You have perfect skin like milk. Your red pussy so inviting. I love you! I love you and I'm sorry." This was the stuff he said to me holding me like his life depended on it. I could see that he was sincere. I asked him to stand. He did. I told him that what he just did was wrong. He then hugged me tight, told me he dreams of me, "I dream of you always!" Believe it or not, he thanked me! As if it was my idea. Like I gave myself to him.

I left the room his semen running down my thigh. I showered, dressed and said nothing to Jamal that evening. I was scared to. Maybe I should have.

That very next morning I awoke to my pussy being eaten out. It felt wonderful. I thinking it was Jamal wanting a quicky before going to work. I made my cunt as easily accessible as possible, spreading my legs wide apart. It was still dark, I reached down my hands on his head holding his face to my wet and so wanting vulva. I was loving what he was doing. So much different than ever before. He went to my taint and slipped his tongue to my anus. It was right then that I realized it was not Jamal. "Bryson?"

He moaned, "Let me love you."

It was an oh my God moment.

I had a momentary mixed bag of emotions that evaporated with the talented efforts he was putting forth with his tongue and lips to my cunt. I loved, loved, loved what he was doing to me. He had me writhing in pleasure. His fingers were deep in me doing a come hither motion on my G-Spot as his meaty black lips suckled on my prominent clit. I gushed in orgasm, squinting all over his face. I held him as hard as I could, tight to my love hole and then collapsed in extascy. He moved up and over me, I completely surrended my body to him.

His large mast sunk into my wetness with ease. He gave me a slow fuck, lasting over twenty minutes with my sensitive pussy coming two more times. When he came, he came large. We laid there all morning playing with each others bodies. The sunlight bringing both our bodies to full view. I laid my head on his flat tummy slowly sucking on the fat head of his cock. He fully erect, I continued my slow rhythm while my hand cupped and squeezed his massive balls until he blew his load into my mouth.

He apologized over and over again for his actions the day before. I said he need not apologize. He professed his love for me as well but he assured me he would not cause me problems. "I love you Brynn but I too love my son."

Our love making became an almost every morning routine. Jamal leaves for work, father in law fucks me and then off with our day. I would be lying if I said I didn't grow to not only enjoy it but look forward to it. Bryson did things that shocked but turned me on. He joined me for a showers, making love there. He and I did it in the woods on a walk together. I began instigating many of our hook ups. I pulled his cock out while he was watching a daytime game show and blew him to completion. He had me on a public beach. He pulled his anaconda from out the leg of his swimsuit moving my string bikini to the side exposing my cunt and sinking me deep. It was obvious to anyone passing, that this grey haired Jamaica black man was fucking this much younger milk white redhead on the beach. Fuck that made me cum.

My sex life was crazy while Bryson was here. Jamal has a strong sex drive as do I and with both men fucking me, my drive was very, very satisfied.

Bryson too soon left back to Jamaica with Jamal none the wiser with Bryson's promise to come again next summer. Jamal and I are doing as great as ever, our love life is a healthy one but I do miss being banged twice as much. I so look forward to Bryson's visit next summer.

Later