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

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Chapter Eleven: After making love, my husband was showering. The incident in the hotel corridor where my father-in-law pounced on me happened 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, using stockings to bind me. 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 in hotels later. 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 of things myself. My writing isn't very good; it's not a novel, just something you can understand. I feel quite pitiful to have such a father-in-law. Since we had sex, he started making me watch porn and imitate what he saw. 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 don't have any particular purpose in writing about my situation; I just want to vent 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 literature, but rather a comprehensive and realistic account of my experience. After my second time 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 always 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 hugged me, kissing me. He took off his shorts and tried to take off my tank top, but I deliberately avoided him. He pushed me down on the bed and kissed me, saying he wanted me to kiss his genitals. I said I didn't want to; I was smelly and hadn't showered yet. He refused, pestering me until I finally gave in. He happily lay down, his penis already erect. I took it in my mouth, my tongue swirling around it. My husband said he wanted to eat my genitals too. I knelt on the bed with my buttocks facing him, and he held my buttocks, licking them vigorously, 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, hate having sex with him, and 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. He took off my tank top, and I moved up and down, my breasts bouncing like little rabbits. 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 my chest, began to squeeze my own breasts. Making love with my husband allowed me to rediscover myself. Lovemaking made me feel engaged, 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 with each stroke, making a soft, squelching sound. I shyly called out "Honey" again, and after a few more quick thrusts, he ejaculated inside me. During the same climax, I felt so happy and natural when I was with my husband. I was afraid of getting wet on the sheets, so I covered my genitals with one hand. My husband said he was going to take a shower, and I said I would 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, 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 must have been eavesdropping on my husband and me making love. If only I had showered first, but my husband did. His unintentional mistake led to this situation. Why didn't I expect my father-in-law to come? If I had known, I would have showered with my husband, and I wouldn't have thought my father-in-law would be so bold. He whispered that he'd been holding it in 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 if I heard. I protested, though not loudly, I was 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 down there 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? I knew my father-in-law didn't want my husband to find out either; he was just looking for excitement. But wasn't he being too bold? Didn't he consider the consequences if my husband found out? What should I do? What should I do! Should I agree with my father-in-law? What if my husband came out and saw? Should I fight back desperately? The longer it dragged on, what if my husband came out? Chapter Twelve: My Father-in-Law Rapes Me While My Husband Showers. My father-in-law told me to spread my legs, but I refused, keeping them tightly together like a shrimp curled up beneath him, my feet kicking against his chest. He pressed down on me, thrusting his penis between my legs haphazardly. After a few thrusts, he penetrated me. I bit my lip, watching him thrust in and out in despair. I knew that if I hadn't been with my husband, I wouldn't be so wet, and he wouldn't have been able to penetrate so easily. My vagina still had my husband's semen inside, yet my father-in-law didn't seem to mind and inserted himself. Was he enjoying the stimulation? Or did he sense that my husband was showering, and he was having sex with me for stimulation? Wasn't he afraid my husband would come out and 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 hands and touched them. The moment he penetrated me, I knew I had been conquered again, and my legs relaxed. The passage to a woman's heart is the vagina, but I didn't like my father-in-law doing this. Is the vagina the way to conquer a woman? He thrust in and out for a while, then suddenly spread my legs, pressing my knees down and holding my legs to my sides, completely exposing my genitals to his view. He continued thrusting heavily, repeatedly, while still holding my legs. I could feel he was bigger than ever before, each thrust feeling 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 penetration, giving me no time to think, forcing my body to submit to my thoughts. I felt this wasn't what I truly wanted, but the pleasurable sensation overwhelmed my mind. Just then, as he was releasing his pent-up desires, the sound of water from the bathroom suddenly stopped. My father-in-law and I froze, too stunned to move, remaining in that position. Even my father-in-law, with his quick reflexes, was momentarily at a loss. If my husband came out, he'd see everything. My father-in-law should have immediately pulled out and run away; he could have managed in a few seconds. But even he didn't react in time, frozen in place. Then the hairdryer started running again, and I was terrified. I'd forgotten my husband always blow-dries his hair. He almost found out we were there, but thankfully there was still time. I told my father-in-law to hurry up and leave.But when my father-in-law heard the sound of the hairdryer, he knew my husband wouldn't come out anytime soon. He seemed to go crazy, his movements like a pile driver, thrusting heavily into my body. His penis mercilessly violated me, penetrating deeply with each stroke, making my clitoris tremble. My vagina felt like a small mouth sucking on his glans. I was extremely nervous yet excited, gripping his arm tightly. The buzzing of the hairdryer, the hissing sound of his large penis hitting my vagina, my fear mixed with excitement—all these stimulated my father-in-law so much that he quickly ejaculated. His hard, swollen penis pressed deep inside my vagina; I could feel his large glans throbbing, streams of semen hitting my vaginal walls. The sound of the hairdryer gradually weakened and slowly stopped. I didn't even have time to savor the feeling of my father-in-law ejaculating. He was also extremely nervous; before he had finished ejaculating, he pulled his trembling penis out of my vagina. I nervously covered my genitals and yelled for my father-in-law to leave quickly. He didn't even bother to let me eat his genitals; he turned and ran out. Two or three minutes later, my husband returned. Seeing me still lying in bed, covering my genitals, he kissed me and said, "Honey, are you rested enough? Go wash up." Thankfully, my father-in-law hadn't had time to give me his genitals, otherwise my husband would definitely have noticed the smell. My face flushed, and I covered myself again. My husband even thoughtfully draped a thin nightgown over me. I knew he was worried my father-in-law might see. Little did he know, my father-in-law had seen more than just me; my vagina was now filled with his father's semen. Reality is so ironic. I washed vigorously in the bathroom, trying to wash away the bad stuff, until my father-in-law finished cooking and called us to eat. The three of us finished our meal calmly. Thinking back, I was still terrified. If my husband had found out, we wouldn't be eating together now. My mind was preoccupied; I silently ate my food, not daring to look at my father-in-law. He was very proud, beaming, and kept putting food on my husband's and my plate, urging us to eat more. My father-in-law asked me to try the dishes he cooked that day, and asked if my cooking was alright. I said it was pretty good. He then asked if his cooking was better than my husband's. I sensed something was off about his words, blushed, and whispered that both were good. My husband, oblivious, modestly said that his skills couldn't compare to his father's. My father-in-law patted my husband's shoulder and said, "Good son, from now on, I'll cook for Xiaoyun all the time. 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 better 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 waited 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 worried. What if my husband forgot something and came out? Although his behavior became increasingly outrageous, I couldn't do anything about it.
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