[Father-in-law rapes unmarried daughter-in-law] (11-12)

Author: Yun'er
Word Count: 3433

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Chapter Eleven: After making love, my husband was taking a shower.

The time my father-in-law pounced on me in the hotel corridor was about a month after my encounter with him. There was also the time he tied me to the bed
and made love to me last summer, two or three months after my encounter with him, tied with stockings. This was just
the beginning. Last Tuesday, June 7th, he contacted me. I haven't seen him in the last few days, but he keeps calling me
. I'll probably have to deal with him again around the 29th of this weekend.

He knows I'm afraid his son will find out, so he's fearless. I love my husband very much and don't want this to affect us
. My father-

in-law even took me to the park to make love, always taking me to crowded places. The hotel was just the first time; similar things
happened . I moved out to avoid him. He kept pestering me, and I couldn't deal with him anymore; otherwise,
it would never end, and he'd become increasingly outrageous.

I used to be the class monitor in school, so I wrote a lot myself. My writing isn't very good; this isn't a novel. I just
hope you can understand what I've written.

I feel quite pitiful to have such a father-in-law. Ever since we had sex, he's been
making me watch porn and imitate what he sees. He bought a lot of sex toys like vibrators. At first, he bought them himself, but later he forced me
to buy them myself. We used them at home and when we went out.

I'm writing about my experiences without any particular purpose; I'm just venting my feelings towards my father-in-law. Describing sex is unavoidable; the relationship between a father
-in-law and daughter-in-law is inseparable from sex. This isn't erotic writing, but rather a comprehensive and realistic portrayal of the experience.

After the second time I had sex with my father-in-law, some time passed. During this period, my husband was always with me, and my father-in
-law never had a chance to be alone with me. Every time my husband and I made love, I felt like my father-in-law was right at the door.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter during that time, and finally, one day, what was bound to happen again occurred.

That day was very hot. My husband and I were at home as usual. He was wearing shorts, and I was only wearing
a tank top. He played on the computer for a while, then came over and kissed me. He took off his shorts and tried to take off my tank top, but I deliberately
avoided him. He pushed me down onto the bed and kissed me, saying he wanted me to kiss his genitals.

I said I didn't want to, I'm smelly and haven't showered yet. He wouldn't have it, he kept pestering me, so I finally gave in
. He happily lay down, his penis already erect, and I took it in my mouth, my tongue swirling around it.
My husband said he wanted to eat my genitals too, so I knelt on the bed with my buttocks facing him, and he held my buttocks and licked them hard,
occasionally gently biting my labia with his teeth. For some reason, the image of my father-in-law licking my anus flashed into my mind,
making my anus tighten with embarrassment. I don't know what this phenomenon is. I clearly don't like my father-in-law, I hate
having sex with him, and I deliberately try not to think about having sex with him, but the more I try not to, the more the image of my father-in-law
appears in my mind when I'm with my husband, while at the same time my husband is teasing me. I can't distinguish what this feeling is.

My husband saw that I was very wet down there, so he had me sit on top of him facing him, and he took off my tank top. I moved
up and down , my breasts bouncing up and
down like little rabbits, and he seemed to be enjoying it. I tried to make sure that my cervix touched his penis with each thrust.

As the pleasure intensified, my movements became more exaggerated. My hands, which had been supporting myself on his chest,
began squeeze my own breasts. Making love with my husband allowed me to rediscover myself. Lovely lovemaking made me feel involved,
relaxed, and without pressure. My husband felt the contractions of my vagina intensify, knowing I was close to
orgasm . He sat up, holding my buttocks and thrusting faster. I whispered, "Honey, I can't take it anymore." He
thrust even faster, and I gasped for breath, calling out "Honey!" before reaching orgasm. A spasm, like urinating incontinence
, gushed out my fluids. With each thrust, the fluid was drawn
out , making a soft, squelching sound. I shyly called out "Honey" again. After a few more quick thrusts, he ejaculated
inside me. Even with my husband, I felt so happy and so naturally calling out to him during orgasms.

Afraid of getting wet on the sheets, I covered my genitals with one hand. My husband said he was going to take a shower, and I said I'd go first. He
said, "I'm tired, I'll rest for a bit. You can shower after I'm done." So I lay on my side, still covering my genitals with my hand, and he went to shower.
I lay there quietly, listening to the sound of the water running in the bathroom, breathing softly to calm myself down.
Suddenly my father-in-law, naked, pounced on me. I grabbed my genitals with one hand and pushed him away with the other, whispering, "What are you
doing? Are you crazy? My husband is showering." I didn't expect my father-in-law to be so bold, daring to come at this time. He'd probably
been eavesdropping on my husband and me making love. If only I had showered first! My husband's unintentional
mistake led to this situation. Why didn't I expect my father-in-law to come? If I had showered with my husband, I
wouldn't have thought my father-in-law would be so bold.

He whispered that he'd been holding back for days and couldn't hold it in any longer, telling me not to make a sound, as it wouldn't do anyone
any good . I protested, not raising my voice, but still trying to resist. I kept my legs tightly together,
one hand covering my genitals. He tried to pull my hand away, but I said not to move, that it was dirty and would stain the sheets, and my husband would find out.
He wouldn't listen, pulling my hand away while grabbing my hand with one of his. I lay on the bed with my knees bent, trying to kick him off,
but his body was pressed firmly against me, and I couldn't move at all.

What should I do? My husband's semen was on the bed; how was I going to explain this? I knew my father-in-law didn't
want ; he was just looking for excitement. But wasn't he too bold? Didn't he consider
the consequences if my husband found out? What should I do? What should I do? Should I agree to my father-in-law's suggestion? What if my husband came out and saw? Should I fight
back ? The time was dragging on, and what if my husband came out?

Chapter Twelve: My Father-in-Law Rapes Me

While My Husband Was Showering. My father-in-law told me to spread my legs, but I didn't listen, keeping them tightly together, like a shrimp curled up under him,
my feet kicking against his chest. He pressed down on me and poked around between my legs with his penis. After a few thrusts
, he thrust in. I bit my lip, watching him thrust in and out in despair. I know that if I hadn't been with my husband,
I wouldn't be so wet there, and he wouldn't have been able to penetrate me so easily. There was still my husband's semen inside my vagina, and my father-in-law didn't
seem to mind and just inserted himself. Was he enjoying the stimulation? Or did he sense that my husband was showering and he was having sex with me for his own arousal
? Wasn't he afraid my husband would see? Didn't he consider the consequences? He wasn't afraid, but
I was terrified. Did my father-in-law just want to see me scared?

When he couldn't reach my breasts, he grabbed my hand and touched them. The moment he penetrated me, I knew I was being...
He conquered her, and my legs were no longer so tense. The passage to a woman's heart is the vagina, but I didn't like
my father-in-law doing this. So, the passage to conquering a woman is the vagina?

He thrust in and out for a while, then suddenly spread my legs, pressed my knees with his hands, and pressed my legs to
my sides, completely exposing my genitals to his view. He held my legs like that, thrusting heavily
again and again. I could feel that he was bigger than before, and each thrust felt like it was about to burst through my cervix
. Was my father-in-law too excited, or was it just my imagination? His most effective method wasn't to persuade me, but
to thrust violently after penetrating, giving me no time to think, making my body submit to my thoughts. I felt this wasn't what I truly
wanted, but the pleasurable feeling permeated my mind.

Just as he was venting, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. My father-in-law and I froze instantly, too afraid to move,
remaining in that position. Even someone as quick-witted as my father-in-law didn't know what to do for a moment. If my husband
came out, he would see everything. My father-in-law should have pulled out his penis and run away immediately; he still had a few seconds to spare. But
he didn't react in time and froze.

Then the sound of the hairdryer came on again, and I was terrified. I forgot that my husband always blow-dries his hair. My husband
almost found out, but thankfully there was still time. I told my father-in-law to hurry up and leave. But when he heard the hairdryer, he
knew my husband wouldn't come out anytime soon, and he went crazy. His movements were like a pile driver,
thrusting . His penis ruthlessly violated me, penetrating me with every thrust, making my clitoris tremble.
My vagina felt like a small mouth sucking on the glans. I was extremely nervous yet excited, gripping my father-in-law's arm tightly.

The buzzing of the hairdryer, the hissing sound of his large penis hitting my vagina, my fearful yet
excited expression—all these things stimulated my father-in-law so much that he quickly ejaculated. His hard, swollen penis pressed deep inside my vagina, and I
could feel his glans throbbing, streams of semen hitting the walls of my vagina.

The sound of the hairdryer gradually faded and then stopped. I didn't even have time to savor the feeling of my father-in-law ejaculating.
He was also very nervous; before he had finished ejaculating, he pulled his trembling penis out of my vagina. I nervously covered
my genitals and told him to leave quickly. He didn't even bother to let me suck his penis; he turned and ran out.

Two or three minutes later, my husband came back. Seeing me still lying on the bed covering my genitals, he kissed me and said, "Honey,
are you rested enough? Go wash up." Luckily, my father-in-law didn't have time to suck my penis, otherwise my husband would definitely have noticed the taste.

My face flushed, and I covered my genitals. My husband kindly draped a thin nightgown over me, knowing he was worried his
father might see us. Little did he know, his father had seen more than just me; my vagina was now filled with his father's semen
. Reality was so ironic.

I scrubbed hard in the bathroom, trying to wash away the filth, until my father-in-law finished cooking and called us to eat
. The three of us ate calmly, and I was still shaken. If my husband had found out, we would
n't be eating together now. My mind was preoccupied; I ate silently, head down, avoiding eye contact with my father-in-law. He was very
proud, beaming, and kept piling food onto my husband's and my plate, urging us to eat more. He
asked if I liked his cooking, and I said it was pretty good. He then asked if his cooking was better than my
husband's.

I sensed the implication in his words, blushed, and whispered that both were good. My husband, oblivious, modestly said his
skills couldn't compare to his father's. My father-in-law patted my husband on the shoulder and said, "Good son, from now on, let me
cook for Xiaoyun. You get some rest." I blushed deeply, while my husband kept agreeing.

From that day on, my father-in-law would almost always come to me while my husband was showering. He knew
my husband 's habit of blow-drying his hair after showering, so he timed it well and wasn't so rushed. I
knew I wasn't as strong as him, so I could only half-heartedly comply. I was also afraid that if I took too long, my husband would suddenly come out, so I
wanted to satisfy my father-in-law's perverted desires as soon as possible. My husband didn't suspect anything, but I was still afraid. What if my husband forgot something and
came out? Although his behavior became more and more outrageous later, I couldn't do anything about it.

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