It swung in a pendulum motion across her face. Richard had convinced his son to let him stay with Martin and Michelle for a week before he returned to England for good. One week and then Martin would be free to live his life with his gorgeous girlfriend.
One problem, after 4 months of experiencing Richard's 15 inch cock on a daily basis, Michelle had no intention of settling down to a life with Martin and his little stub. The first night of Richard's stay saw him stroll into Martin and Michelle's bedroom and lay his cock across her face at 3 am. As she awoke from her sleep all she could see was a massive, solid piece of man meat swaying before her eyes.
"Richard, he is lying right next to me. He will wake up. We can't," she said.
"I gave him a little something to ensure he would have an undisturbed sleep. I have fucked you behind his back for over 4 months. This week we will have some fun," he replied.
His huge cock popped between her sexy lips and for 30 minutes he fucked her head. His hands slid through her long dark hair as his long cock slid between her extended lips and on and on down her throat. He turned to his sleeping son:
"Doesn't she look hot with my cock down her throat. Michelle, who would you like to live with after this week is over. Me?" he said pulling it slowing out and it stood to attention, 15 inches of solid smooth cock shining with Michelle's saliva.
"Or do you want to stay here?"
"This is all I want," she said wanking it with two hands. "It is all I think about. When I will next touch it, suck it, be fucked by it, by you stud. I can't concentrate at work. I can't live with him."
"Son, did you hear that? No, well maybe I will give you some helpful clues this week."
His balls were full of cum but he turned to Michelle and said:
"I am saving this load for tomorrow. It will be a fun day."
He turned and left the room, his huge manhood still rock hard and jutting out in front of him. Michelle sighed with frustration.
...............
Martin was nervous about how the week would turn out. He had returned to work a few weeks earlier and as he arrived the following day he found a video in his post. He was worried and justifiably so. He sat in his office and pressed play. His father appeared on the screen and was standing in what looked like a director's board room with a huge table behind him. He silently reached into his trousers and pulled out his long cock. For 5 minutes he wanked his huge tube until it was a solid log, glistening with pre cum. The video then changed gear. It cut to a pair of oiled, tanned, sexy, endless legs and a tiny tight mini skirt. Only 1 woman had legs that toned, that long, that flawless. He had never seen them so shiny because of the oil. He waited for the picture to cut to the face of his current girlfriend, to break his heart. But it didn't. Instead the next 30 minutes showed a close up of his father's huge cock pounding in and out of the hottest, tightest, oiled arse. Occasionally the picture rose to show her toned tanned stomach and he thought of Michele's toned tanned stomach. The video was silent, it looked like Michelle's perfect body but he simply didn't know if it was.
Richard sat at home, strumming his fingers along his cock. He thought to himself, re-wind to the start son, if you were not so intent on studying my cock as I pull it out you would see Michelle's handbag on the floor. The clues are there. God she has great legs, can he really think someone else has legs like hers?
Time for game 2. Michelle had arrived home early but had also been joined by Pippa, a rich young woman, Sue's daughter, who had explored Richard's assets before and who had made a special detour on her trip down under to fuck him again, without her new husband. Michelle phoned Martin and they discussed the video. She appeared shocked and appalled that Richard would send him a tape of one of his conquests and Martin could not even bring himself to ask whether it was her. She ended the call by saying she was getting home early today.
If Martin could have seen Michelle's muscular tight arse riding his father's huge python as he stepped through the front door the image etched on his brain from that morning's video would have been unmistakeably familiar. Michelle's tight business suit had left nothing to the imagination. If anything Richard's grunting got loader as Martin closed the front door. Martin's heart jumped to his throat, all his worst fears realised by the distinctive noises coming from the spare bedroom. This is it, the showdown thought Michelle as she heard footsteps on the stairs as Richard continued to pound her tight pussy.
Richard beckoned Pippa who had been standing by the window to warn them of Martin's arrival, over to the bed. With reluctance he pulled his cock out of Michelle and whispered to her to slide off the edge of the bed out of sight from the door.
As Martin approached the door he saw his father's arse sawing into a young woman. It took him some seconds to realise it was not Michelle and a minute or so to recognise the busty temptress as Pippa.
Richard turned to his son:
"did you enjoy the video son?"
