the light in my eyes.' He made a gesture as if to ward off the light.
He had jokingly used that ploy to tease her often enough before. 'You can see me fine,' she said, 'just where I am.' But she got up and walked over to the window shade. 'There,' she said, dropping the yellow bamboo sun screen. 'Is that better?' She sat down in the bright green love seat, nearer to him, but not yet in touching distance.
'I guess so,' he said, looking sadly at his glass.
They sat in silence for several minutes, Richard studying his fingers on the rim of the glass, his daughter-in- law studying him. He's so pitiful, she thought.
'Look,' she said, startling him a little as she slipped over beside him on the couch. She put her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her. 'You're a sweetheart for wanting to help me and Jim out, but there's just nothing anyone can do now.' She gave him a little kiss on the cheek. 'That's for being so sweet,' she said.
But Richard threw his arms around her and, before she knew quite what was happening, her father-in-law had thrown her over backward and pressed himself over her, his bristly beard scratching her face as he tried to kiss her.
'Mr. Davis!' she gasped, trying to push him away.
'Don't fight me, please!' he gasped, his mouth hot against the delicate skin of her throat. His hands kneaded and squeezed at her breasts through the housecoat.
'Mr. Davis!' she cried, once again trying to rise. 'What do you…'
But he cut her off with a kiss. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but his hot tongue speared through her lips and pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She could smell the car oil in his matted hair.
She pushed up at his chest, but he had caught her by surprise and she couldn't get enough leverage to force him away. Her bare ankle kicked against the chrome edge of the coffee table.
'Mmmfff!' she moaned against his bristly lips.
'You're putting out for everyone else,' he growled, only inches from her face. 'You can damn well throw a little of that cunt in my direction!'
'No!' she cried. 'No! Mr. Davis! No!'
But already he had ripped off the top button to her pink housecoat, his coarse hands diving to embrace the white flesh of her nearly crushed breasts.
'You've got beautiful tits, honey,' he said gutturally. 'I've always wanted to get a little taste of them!'
He was trying to nuzzle his mouth into her cleavage, but her struggles effectively prevented him from mouthing her breasts in any but the most cursory manner. But she could feel the bristles of his beard scraping over her nipples, a sensation which was not quite like either a tickle or an itch.
'Stop!' she implored him. 'This is ridiculous! A joke's a joke, but this has gone far enough!'
'I'm going to fuck you, honey,' he said. 'Don't say anything. If what you said about that music teacher is true, and you haven't been fucking around, then you must be just as hot for it as I am.'
'No! Mr. Davis, no!'
'I'll make it good for you, sweetheart! I promise I will. I'll make you come like you've never had it before. Shit, I know Jim ain't no good when it comes to sex, but…'
Valerie's hand slipped off his shoulder, her fist striking him square on the jaw. 'Oh!' she cried. 'Oh, please let me up. This is wrong! It's crazy!'
'I don't want to hurt you,' he said, pinning her arms down on the couch. 'But I'm going to fuck you, whether you want it or not. I don't care about the consequences.'
'I'll call the police!' she threatened, looking up at his hard blue eyes. 'I'll…'
'Yeah, maybe. Only first you're going to get fucked.' He licked his lips, his meaty red tongue flicking the corners of his mouth. 'Take your pick. Lay back and enjoy it, or fight me and wind up tied up to this pretty little coffee table.'
'You're really crazy!' she spat at him. 'You know that, don't you? You think you can get away with this? You can't.'
'Maybe not,' he said, rubbing his chin over her breasts, 'but it's going to be a lot of fun trying.'
He caught the edge of her housecoat with one hand, holding her wrists with the other. When he had jerked the buttons away, her thighs lay exposed to his animalistic gaze, the dark wedge of her cunt ineffectively concealed by her partially crossed thighs.
'Don't touch me!' she cried. 'Don't look at me like that! Please! I won't say anything to anyone, only let me go!'
'Not on your life,' he said.
And she felt the thickness of his coarse fingers gently part the hair of her cunt as he gazed over his shoulder at the sensitive, pomegranate-colored outer folds of her cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
Her cunt seemed to be stretched wide-open by the tension of her widespread thighs. With the quilted satin belt of her housecoat, he had tied her ankles to the legs of the coffee table. Her wrists, bound with his wide leather belt, were pulled behind her and tied in a similar manner. Her head and shoulders rested on nothing, and her efforts to keep her head up so that she could see what he was doing only served to make the muscles of her abdomen shudder as they tensed. Her heavy breasts shook with her vain efforts to free herself.
Then she froze, her blue eyes rolling, as he dropped his pants and she could look up the pale curves of his thin legs to the juncture of his marbled thighs. His dough-colored cock arched out from the sandy hair at its base like the nozzle to a gasoline pump. His scrotum, drawn down by the weight of his heavy testicles, swayed between his legs as he kicked his feet free of the trousers. The appendix scar on the right side of his abdomen ran down until it met the border of his pubic hair, an unpleasant gash the same color as the tanned 'V' at his neckline.
Her thighs quivered with fear. Her eyes watered with embarrassment and terror.
'How can you do this to me?' she begged him.
'Somebody's got to,' he said.
She cried out once, then quickly gasped for breath, her mind reeling with shame and horror as her lecherous father-in-law took a swig of the brandy and crawled like a jackal onto the coffee table to spread his pale, hot body over her, his rapidly swelling cock nestled firmly in the hairy cleft of her pussy.
Rigid with terror, Valerie felt its immense girth sliding against her pubic hair. There was a slight slipping friction as the dry head of Richard's swollen cock skidded across the dampness of her tissues, an irritating tickle which almost made her want to have her father-in-law's hot shaft within her. She was shocked to realize that the fantasy they had both indulged themselves in so often before in the presence of both Jim and Frances was about to come true. They had made sexual jokes with each other before, but now he was actuary going to fuck her.
Her breath grew shallow as she felt the heat of his grease-stained hands on the tender, white flesh of her thighs, his coarse fingers opening her up, slowly, gently massaging her tissues until, horrible as it was, she could feel her sexual juices beginning to flow. His fingers were so warm and coarse that it was like rubbing herself with a hot washcloth. She could feel her clitoris beginning to grow hard, even though he hadn't yet touched it.
'That's it, Val,' he said. 'Don't fight me. Just relax and enjoy it.'
It was only now that she realized she had been permitting his lewd caress without the slightest protest. But it seemed to her that she had been fighting him for hours, and now she was too angry, too shocked even to speak. She let her head hang over the edge of the coffee table, her long hair cascading almost to the floor. She couldn't look at his coyote-like face.
She felt him stir above her, his knees knocking at the heavy plate glass of the table. Then she felt him thrust the head of his cock against her labia. A grating pain shot through her and she tried to close her legs to force him out, but the belt of the housecoat held her open to his initial thrust and she could only shake her head back and forth, biting her lip to keep from wailing at him. She was, she realized, helpless to stop him. But I'll be damned if I'll give him a moment's pleasure by responding, she vowed silently.
Her father-in-law cradled her milky shoulders in his hairy arms, pulling her spongy breasts against his chest so that she could feel his crushing weight even in the tips of her nipples. His cheek was rough against her own,
