Raped stepdaughter

CHAPTER FOUR

At breakfast the next morning, Melissa was surprised to see Jonathan sitting there like he was one of the family.

"So this is your little girl, huh, Sara? When you said little girl, I thought you meant six or seven. Hell, this one's a woman." His eyes dragged over her bulging tits until Melissa could almost feel the gaze unbuttoning her blouse.

She self-consciously buttoned the two top buttons, but was acutely aware of her nipples poking impudently against the thin fabric of her blouse. The tiny mushrooms seemed an open invitation to the man's openly sexual look.

"Tits of a woman, slim waist of a girl, but hell and damnation, those hips look like winners. And that ass, baby, you got one hell of a fine tush, there."

"Thanks," Melissa said, dryly.

"You know what they say. The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin'… I bet you're a real hellion in the sack."

"Jon, please. She's only sixteen," said Sara, putting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Jon.

"Sixteen? Hell, I bet she's no virgin. The way these kids are today, fucking in school by the time they're bleedin' and all."

"Melissa's a good girl."

He leered at the girl and made her even more self-conscious. How could this man who was so good in bed turn out to be such a sex-crazed bastard? It was obvious he'd fuck anything that didn't run away fast enough.

"Yeah, I bet she's real good." Only Melissa could hear him add under his breath, "At fucking!"

Melissa was confused at the way she felt. The night before she'd been fantasizing what it would be like to feel this stud's huge prick driving fast and furious into her cunt. Now, she didn't know if she'd really like that or not.

He seemed to be such a smug bastard. True, the need she felt was tearing her apart inside. But she would be able to get Grant to fuck her.

"Yeah, a real choice piece of ass, if I do say so myself," Jon was saying, a smirk running across his lips. His eyes were as bold as ever. Melissa decided she did't like him.

"I've got to go to school." She pushed her plate away and went to get her books.

In the kitchen, she heard her mother talking to Jon. "You shouldn't say things like that to her. She's only a child."

"Cbild, hell. She's a woman. Look at that ass! Face it, Sara, she's grown up. Damn, but has she!"

"Jon, really."

"What the hell's the difference to you if I like the way your kid looks? You know the old saying. I don't care where you get your appetite as long as you do it at home. Hell, honey, I got an appetite from looking at the kid. And my appetite's all for you!"

Sara laughed, then said, "Jon, no! Not here in the kitchen! Your hand! You're driving me wild!"

"Good. And that wet snatch of yours tells me you want to fuck. Don't you?" he demanded.

"Ummm, your hand does feel good on my leg. And other places."

Melissa had came back from her room, books carelessly dangling from her hand. She hesitated when she heard the noises coming from the kitchen. She knew what that sex-crazed beast was doing.

Shouting out, "See you later!" she opened and closed the front door but didn't go out. Something inside her told her she had to watch what was happening.

It was probably gross, outrageous, obscene. And she didn't want to miss a single second of the action!

Hating herself, yet not able to stop, she inched toward the kitchen and peered around the corner. They were on the breakfast table, Jon had her mother pinned down and was avidly kissing her. His hands were stroking up and down her still-clothed body. But the way he was ripping and tearing, she wouldn't have much on for long.

"Don't do it, Jon. Please! My clothes!"

"Fuck your clothes! I want to fuck you!"

His fingers slipped under the woman's shirttail and went upward with animal strength. The cloth ripped and he cast aside her tattered blouse. He managed to get her bra off without tearing it. The snaps were easy for him to unfasten.

Melissa watched in wide-eyed horror as her mother allowed this beast to virtually rape her. She seemed to enjoy it!

"Make me feel good, Jon. Good all over. Ooooooh, my poor cunt is aching to have your big cock fill it to overflowing!"

"God, woman, you get me so damned hot I can barely stand it. Those luscious tits of yours! Well, they're riper than your kid's. Mature, you know. Lemme taste 'em!"

He buried his face between the woman's boobs. His pink tongue flickered out and began dragging up and down the deep canyon. Her tits banged hard into the sides of his head. Her entire body was shaking, causing the jugs to flop around. He took the beating and actually seemed to enjoy it.

"Tasty, damn, but your tits are good!"

He licked around the base of her left tit, then slowly spiralled his way up, licking and sampling the tender titflesh. His saliva left a glistening trail behind. He was marking his territory well.

When he got to the top of the snow-white boob, he took the cherry-red nipple into his mouth. With the hard button sucked in between his lips, he began running his tongue back and forth across it.

The woman began twitching on the table, her lust driving her crazy. She tried thrusting her chest upward in an attempt to get her entire boob into the eager mouth. He wouldn't have any of it. He was eating her tit the way he wanted and she'd have to be satisfied with that.

Melissa felt her young boobs beginning to hurt. She was glad she didn't bother to wear a bra. The way they were pumping full of excited blood, she was certain they would have exploded from their cloth prisons by now. As it was, they were like blimps.

She uncomfortably touched one nipple and groaned in reaction. She hadn't realized she was this turned on by what she was witnessing in the kitchen. She'd seen this man fuck her mother the night before. That had been something new, something daringly dangerous. Now it was old stuff to her.

Or was it? The thrill hadn't gone. She was getting hotter and hotter watching them get ready to really fuck hell out of each other.

She took the turgid nipple of her left tit between her thumb and forefinger. Rolling it in a tiny circle, she felt the lance of bliss jab down into her chest. Her breathing was coming harder. The air felt like sandpaper in her throat.

The girl was being aroused by the perverted spying!

She hated herself for it. She hated peeping on her mother and her layer. Most of all, she hated to admit she was turned on by the sight of that man.

He was a real son of a bitch. She could easily hate him. But the sight of that fucking tool of his made her all weak and watery in the knees. How she wanted that prick shoved balls deep in her cunt! How she wanted him to fuck the living hell out of her!

Fondling her tit she watched the hot and heavy action going on in the kitchen. He was gently nipping away at the tender flesh of the woman's right boob.

"God, I'm on fire, Jon darling. I don't know how you do it! You're making me all quivery inside. Stuff that lovely cock of yours into me!"

"Soon, baby, soon. I'm not going to leave this for anything, not even your gooey cunt – not yet, at any rate!"

His mouth fastened firmly on the tip of her jug. Opening his mouth, he began sucking her nipple into his mouth. As more and more of her tit worked in, his teeth started leaving fierce red tracks on the slopes of her tit. His jaws were open and straining so hard, the muscles began to crack.

He failed in his attempt to get her entire boob into his mouth. He did succeed in getting the woman so hot she wasn't able to talk coherently any more. All that came from her lips were groans of sheer pleasure. She wanted to fuck, nothing more.

His fingers slipped under the belt of her skirt. He yanked. The woman shrieked in pain. He tugged again, harder this time. The skirt ripped free of her hips. He jerked it savagely off her.

Clad only in panties now, the woman sprawled on the table, her eyes bright with fear and anticipation.

"Wh-why did you do that? It hurt!"

"Yeah, I guess it did," he said, his eyes never leaving the red welt forming around her waist. "I'll make it better."

He started licking across her satiny flesh. He followed the path of the angry welt he'd raised by pulling off her skirt. She moaned softly and relaxed. He was making it better. He was licking away the pain.

He stoked his tongue across one hip, past her pelvis and onto her gently domed belly. She stayed in good shape for a woman of her age. That turned him on even more. He hated to see a flabby chick.

His tongue shoved forcefully down into her belly, then found the deep well of her navel. He swirled his tongue around in there until she was shivering with excitement.

Each time she jerked in response to his teasing tongue, the spying girl moaned softly. Biting down on her full lower lip barely helped. She wanted to cry out. She didn't dare.

If she spoiled her mother's action now, the woman would surely punish her for it. And the girl hated to admit she was giving in to such base desires. Spying on people fucking was something only the government did. It was wrong. She knew it and couldn't stop herself.

Her hands were fully occupied now with her tits. The nipples were hard and pointy, red with lust. She wanted to feel a man's hands working on her tits and knew it wasn't going to happen. The teenager would have to pleasure herself.

Stroking down her body, she ran her hand under the band of her jeans. Fingers laced through her bush. The crinkly hair was already damp from sweat and a little lower, she was damp from lust. Her cunt was drooling out its juices.

She had to abandon her tit to unsnap her jeans. That let her probing hand work even lower. The instant the cloth gave way, her hand shot down along her gash.

The thick oils of her inner lubricants gushed out. She ran her fingers back and forth along her cunt lips until her hand was entirely coated with her fuck fluids.

How she wished for a man's cock!

Even that bastard fucking her mother, even him! To have that long, iron-hard cock between her legs would be paradise. To have a man fucking her was the only way she'd ever be able to still the inner longing she felt.

A woman needed a man's cock. She needed that prick in the worst way possible. And all she could do was spy on her mother getting screwed.

"Ooooh, Jon, the way your mouth feels so wet and hot on my belly! Go lower. Go down on me all the way! To my snatch! Let me feel your mouth on my cunt!"

"Pushy bitch, aren't you? I'll do what I want, when I want. It just so happens, that's what I want to do to you. Spread 'em wider!"

Her legs drifted until her panties were pulled taut across the crotch. She started to say something about the white cotton panties but didn't get the chance. In the same manner he'd used on her skirt, he took care of that thin undergarment.

He ripped them off and she screamed in pain again. He didn't seem to notice. Seeing her widely gaping cunt open to him, he licked his lips in anticipation. The brown fur covering her pussy mound was matted with her juices. And the pink, turgid lips of her cunt mouth were covered with short, bristly hairs.

From her vantage point in the doorway, Melissa could see her mother's cunt clearly. The pink lips appeared to be grinning lewdly. They were almost begging for a man's cock.

The spying girl could see the thick juices running out of that slash and down onto the table. Her mother was hot, very hot. She wanted to fuck. The drooling cunt told the whole story.

"God, what a lovely snatch!"

"Eat it! Eat me out! I want your mouth on my twat!"

The man bent over, his mouth starting at the woman's belly button. His licking, pink, tongue contrasted sharply with her white flesh. The teenager was able to watch the progress as he worked his way through the tangled bush and then down to the top of the vee of her mother's cunt lips.

There, poking tip curiously, was the slimy looking clit. The little nubbin was drenched with cunt juices. The man sucked obscenely and pulled the tiny spire that was the center of the woman's pleasure into his mouth.

The woman's hips bucked up as she tried to lick and suck on her clit. The action drove her wild with lust. She couldn't control her actions any longer.

She came, screeching like a banshee.

"AAAAAIEEEE! Oooooh, sweet Jesus, I never, oaoooh, I… It's do nice!"

Come after come assaulted her. The man kept her strung out sexually with only his sucking mouth and licking tongue.

The teenager was sobbing quietly now. Her cunt had her middle finger jammed into it. She was getting a thrill out of it but she couldn't tell if it was from watching or her own manual attentions.

Running her finger over her slippery clitoris sent lightning bolts of delight smashing into her loins. And when the finger invaded her twat, she almost came.

It wasn't enough to really get her off. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was the one with her legs spread wide, the man's mouth working eagerly all over her snatch. To have that tongue probing up and down between the firm pink cunt lips would be exciting.

She ran her fingers along the gash a few times, then plunged her middle finger back into her cunt. There she began stroking over the wet, soft cunt walls. The tight tunnel of her twat stretched just a little under her finger-fucking. Not much but enough.

Still, it wasn't the same as having a man's tongue inside her cunt. She opened her eyes and saw the man's mouth firmly clamped over the hairy crotch. He was making noises so gross she couldn't believe any human could be responsible. The man was an animal in heat.

Why couldn't she be the one he was eating out!

"Y-your tongue! It's mine! God almighty! Feel it wiggling around in my cunt! But your cock! Gimme your sweet fucking cock!"

He lifted his head, lips frothy with her fuck fluids. "You want the big guy up there, huh? You want to feel my prick ripping you apart all the way to the chin?"

"Yes, damn you, yes! Let me feel your cock pounding inside my cunt!"

"You got it, babe, you got it!"

The peeping girl's heart almost stopped when she saw that ugly red cock slip free from the man's fly. The long pole danced in front of his crotch, eager to bury itself in soft, juicy pussy.

The purple head was bigger than it had looked the night before. It was huge! She imagined that splitting apart her cunt lips, stretching her pussy to the breaking point. She'd scream in agony and the agony would melt into pleasure. And the pleasure would soar to ecstasy!

That cock!

The man quickly moved between the woman's legs and pushed his prick firmly into her seething hot twat.

"Aaaieeeee! It's goad! Now use it! USE IT!"

His lips levered forward. His fuck stick vanished from sight between the woman's pink, blood engorged pussy lips. He grunted once as his balls banged against the woman's ass. He was finally all the way up her cunt!

His body exploded in a frenzy of activity. He suddenly couldn't control himself any longer. The tightness of her cunt was making him want to blow his wad like a teenager getting his first piece of ass.

Ramming hard and deep into the woman's twat, he was carried away into a sexual wonderland. Her cunt flesh clung and gripped at his cock. The steamy hot juices dribbling from her cunt were quickly burned away by his friction-causing cock.

He grunted, harsh and deep as he came. His prick exploded out a steady stream of jism into the woman's hungry manhole.

Melissa, watching from the doorway, knew exactly what was going on. To have that cock spewing forth its creamy load into her cunt! That would be the closest thing to Heaven on earth she could get.

But no, all she had up her cunt was a single finger. She kept finger-fucking herself as furiously as possible. The feelings seemed weak, pitiful, in comparison to those wracking the woman on the table. Still, it was better than nothing.

Grant was a little shy and seemed to spook easily. The last thing in the world she wanted was to frighten him so much he'd chicken out and not even come over that night.

With both Sara and Jon out on the town, the girl felt safe in having the boy over. They'd have the house to themselves and could fuck in complete privacy.

She shivered a little thinking about what it would be like. Never had she gotten this horny before. Thinking on it, she wondered if it might not be due partly to seeing her mother and Jon fucking their brains out. That stud was so well-hung it made her satiny arms rough with gooseflesh.

That cock!

And to have it drilling deep in her cunt. She tried to force that thought of her mind. She hated the guy. He could say good morning in such a way that she wanted to claw his eyes out. But, Christ, what a lay he was!

Nervously, Melissa looked at the clock and saw it was still ten minutes before she'd told Grant to drop in. She smoothed nonexistent wrinkles in her skintight jeans, unbuttoned another button on her blouse and critically studied herself in the hail mirror.

Not too bad, she thought. Not many sixteen-year-olds looked this mature. She pulled her shoulders back a fraction of an inch, watching how her tits pressed hard against the thin fabric of her blouse. The tiny bumps that were her nipples grew as she studied them.

She was getting hot just looking at herself in the mirror!

Opening the neck of her blouse a little more gave a clear view of her white, melon-like boobs. The surge of flesh was enough to make any red-blooded male get a hard-on. And that was exactly what she wanted most from Grant – a hard-on.

She twitched a little watching the effect. Her jugs swayed with youthful grace tracing out an invisible figure eight pattern. She took a deep breath and smiled when those lovely knockers of hers obeyed her unconscious wishes. They shivered to and fro in the most delightful manner she could think of.

Turning, she swayed down the hallway. Looking back over her shoulder, she was happy to see her ass rotating at just the right speed. She wiggled her ass a bit more but didn't like the result. It was too artificial. And she didn't want to run Grant off by making him think she was out to seduce him. She was, of course, but she must let him think it was all his idea.

Melissa jumped a foot when the doorbell rang. Grant!

She ran, her tits swaying. At the door before opening it, she carefully made sure her tits were in just the right position. A swell of silky white titflesh poked up and out of her blouse. Right on!

"Evening, Grant. Come on in."

For a moment, she thought he was going to stand on the doorstep all night long. Or even worse, run like hell. His face was a little white. Maybe with shock at seeing such a seductive sight.

"What's wrong, Grant?" she asked innocently. Her heart was racing. She wanted him so badly! She couldn't blow it right now!

"I… uh, nothing, Melissa. Nothing." He wiped perspiration from his upper lip and went into the house. He closed the door and then said, "W-we have the house all to ourselves?"

"Yes, my mother's gone out. Won't be back till early morning."

"Morning?"

"Maybe two or three A.M.. She's a real night owl."

"God!"

Melissa smiled. She knew exactly what was going through Grant's mind. He was being offered a chance most teenagers dream of but never get. A house all to themselves.

A house. With a big bed. All night long. To do anything they wanted. Anything at all.

"Come on into the den. We can, you know, relax. You seem uptight tonight. Anything I said?"

"Oh, no, Melissa. Nothing you did. It's just that things are moving so fast between us. I don't know what to think."

"Sit down. A drink?"

"No, thanks. Uh, hey, maybe we could dance. I see you've got a super stereo."

Dance! That suited the girl just fine. She silently went to the collection of records stacked beside the stereo and began looking for just the right ones. She found it finally and dropped it over the record player's spindle.

"There. It's a special record. Just for you. For us."

She licked her lips, the pink tip of her tongue flashing out to make a slow circuit around her ruby lips.

The record was suited exactly for her purposes. Slow music, ballroom type touch dancing.

Grant marvelled at the way the girl fit into the curve of his arms. And her nearness bothered him. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was about her. Maybe it was the way her tits pressed into his chest. Those pointy nipples were sure exciting, the way they poked into him. But it could have been the clean fragrance of her hair.

Or possibly the way their bodies moved so easily together.

That was it. Just flowing with the music was getting him even hotter than he had been. In spite of himself, he felt his cock growing. He fought it down. He mustn't do that!

Panic. He remembered the night before. He'd been nervous about going to bed with Melissa. All the guys boasted of the number of chicks they fucked, but Grant was a bit more selective. And even then, this one meant something to him. He was feeling something more than simple lust.

When her body began moving more seductively, he noticed the tempo of the music had picked up. The beat was more sensual, more emphatic. She was pressing against him, moving against him, tantalizing him with the promise of her lush, young body.

"Uh, let's sit this one out, huh, Melissa?" he said. He was acutely aware of how hard his prick had gotten. He was actually hurting. It'd been months and months since anything like this had happened to him.

Christ, he still remembered with dread when he'd gotten a boner during algebra class. That foxy teacher, just out of college, was a knockout. And he'd been daydreaming about the two of them by a pleasant stream, fucking their brains out, when she'd called on him to go to the board.

He'd thought he'd die from embarrassment.

Fucking it happen again, after last night. With the promise of lots of real fun things to come this night, was almost too much for him to bear.

"No, Grant. I want to dance. Sit this one out if you want, but I'm going to keep dancing."

She moved away from him with a lithe grace that he found unbearably suggestive. The way she cocked her hips to and fro as if she were fucking. The way she swayed in an almost boneless fashion, her lips pursed like she was sucking on something round and big like a cock.

A smile danced on her lips. She thrust out her tits in an unmistakable move. She asked, "Sure you want to sit this out?"

A tiny shimmy in time with the music sent her boobs bobbling from side to side. The boy had to lick his lips. This was almost too much to take. He could set her tits – hell, he could see her nipples in the center of the ruddy aureoles!

He remembered how good they tasted the night before. He remembered what was hidden between her slender legs. He remembered how much his cock was burning up with desire.

"N-no, I don't want to sit it out. I want you!"

She smiled again and undid another button. The slow swaying caused her right tit to slip free of her blouse. He moved closer and gripped it in shaky fingers. It felt warm and vibrantly alive. He squeezed a bit harder and she moaned softly, moving closer to him.

Hotly, in his ear, she whispered, "Both of them. Take hold of both my poor little titties!"

"Th-they're not little!" he stuttered. He was happy when she not only didn't laugh at him but she actually unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way. His shaking hands reached out to engulf the twin mounds of succulent boob. They were warm and vibrant under his fingers. He could feel the throbbing of her heart buried under the left tit.

Squeezing down a little more, the flesh flowed between his fingers. Intrigued, he tried to mold them into new patterns. The shape flowed a little but whenever he released the firm boobs, they always sprang back into the same tasty cone.

"Ummm, that's nice, Grant. So very nice. But…"

"But what?"

"I want more. I want this!" Her fingers clamped firmly on the boy's zipper and ran it down the track. His erect cock snapped to attention. Her hand grabbed it and began stroking.

He gulped. The sensations hammering into his balls almost made him come in her hand. He didn't want to do that. No way. This was the night he was going all the way.

She pulled the throbbing cock closer to her still covered snatch. She began nibbling on his ear and told him softly, "I want to feel your cock moving back and forth in me. In me!"

He swallowed hard. This was everything he'd always imagined in his dreams. Never, though, had he figured it would actually happen to him.

"Okay, Melissa. Anything you say." His fingers were still almost painfully clutching her tits. Fiery red marks appeared whenever he squeezed down on her boobs. She didn't seem to mind.

If anything, the pain heightened her senses. She reveled in it. The slight pain made her feel the pleasure even stronger.

"Let's go into the bedroom. We can really get it an there."

She pulled on his prick. The convenient handle was hardly needed to get the teenager moving toward the privacy of the bedroom where they could fuck all night long.

Inside, she couldn't stand it any longer. Her cunt was beginning to water and ache horribly. She had to have that prick stroking powerfully back and forth inside her cunt. Nothing less would do.

"Down with those pants! Get naked, fast!"

Fumbling with his belt, the youth obeyed. His every instinct told him this was going to be a night to remember. When he was old and grey and playing shuffleboard, he'd remember the great fucking this hot little bitch had given him.

He kicked free of his pants, dropped his undershorts, then ripped his shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. By this time, the girl was also bare ass naked.

For a brief second, they stood there staring at each other. Then they flowed into one another's arms. The kiss started out chastely. Then, when the girt parted her ups just a little, the boy's tongue came flashing in.

Their tongues met and erotically duelled. Over and under her tongue stroked his invading one. They were pushing each other's passions to the breaking point. Legs going weak, they collapsed to the surface of the bed. They barely noticed as their bodies twined around each other, snakes of passion unleashed.

"In, Grant, get your cock in me!"

She reached down and found his prick. Pulling strongly on it, she guided it toward her snatch. His body was crushing hers. She loved the feeling. It made her feel like a complete woman.

And when she got that cock into her cunt, fucking wildly, that would be sheer Heaven!

"God, I don't know, Melissa. Is… is this what you really want?"

"Goddammit, Grant, of course it is! I want you, you silly fool! I want to feel that cock of yours fucking the hell out of me. Now get on with it!"

He got it on. He slid forward just a little and managed to press the thick tip of his cock against her turgid pussy lips. The pink cunt lips were already juicy from her drooling twat. For a moment, he didn't enter.

Dragging his prick up and down over her delicate pussy lips, he got his entire cock well greased for the plunge into her steamy interior. Then, his hips poised, he felt just the purpled glans of his cock penetrate her labia. The heat was intense. It almost caused him to shoot his load. He was embarrassed, humiliated.

To be this close to fucking this foxy chick and he was at the point of making a complete fool out of himself. He had to fuck her as good as humanly possible. She trusted him. She wanted his cock – and no one else's. He had to do it all right.

Levering himself forward, his cock vanished up into her seething cunt. They both gasped as his cock slammed home. His balls wetly slapped against her ass, but he barely noticed.

His head was filled with the sound of his pulse hammering wildly. Never had he been more aroused than now. His cock was entirely surrounded by clinging, fuming hot cunt flesh. The well oiled walls of her pussy stretched just enough to allow his prick to enter.

Otherwise, he'd have thought he'd fucked into a surgeon's glove filled with burning hot lava.

"God, you're so big!" she moaned. Her head tossed from side to side sending her hair cascading out in a dim halo.

"And you, you're so Goddamn tight! You're squeezing me off. I know what a tube of toothpaste feels like now."

"Fuck me. Don't just sit there. Fuck me good!"

He hesitated. He felt too damn good to obey. His cock was entirely surrounded by the hot sheath of her cunt. The pulsing flesh massaged and, soothed as it stimulated. He was feeling the heat of her burning desires all the way down into his balls.

The floppy sac holding his balls had slowly begun to tighten up. As he bathed in the heat and pressure of her cunt all around his prick, the hairy bag collapsed into a tight little sphere. It dangled under his cock and throbbed with need.

The balls inside churned and tumbled in a wild attempt to spurt free and blast his jism all the way out of his cock. He had to fight down the impulse to cream right way. He wanted to really fuck her. She expected it of a real stud. He had to prove to this hot little bitch that he was the best cocksman ever.

"Okay, baby, you asked for it!"

He pulled out. She screamed in reaction. It felt as if her guts were following his cock out her cunt. When his broad-headed prick split only the pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips, he paused for a moment. Then he came rushing back into her twat.

She screamed again. Her cunt was small, almost virgin-tight. His huge cock split and stretched and spread her cunt in new and excitingly different directions. She thought she was being torn apart – and she loved every excruciating second of it!

As his crotch ground hard into hers, she clutched at his naked back. Her fingernails left bloody tracks. Neither of them noticed so great was their mutual lust. The only thing that mattered was fucking the hell out of this tight cunt. That was what they both wanted.

She was sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. The salty tracks left were licked away by the youth as he continued to fuck her. His tongue pressed down on her cheeks, her closed eyes, her mouth. And all the while his cock mechanically moved in the well oiled slot of her twat.

"More, damn you, more! I want more of your cock!"

He began to change his fucking tempo. Short, quick strokes set her cunt on fire. The friction mounted rapidly and robbed her of the last traces of her self control. She came.

And it wasn't an easy come, either. Long days of longing were released by his driving cock. She let the tiny fires build into huge ones threatening to consume her entire body. As the orgasm blasted into her belly, spreading to her entire body, she rejoiced in it.

This was what she'd wanted for so long. This was the physical and emotional release that only a good fucking could give her. She came down from her sexual high only to feel herself being pushed back up to the brink of orgasm.

His cock drove mercilessly into her pussy. He touched every single nerve in her cunt. The fires of desire blazed inside her. The short strokes of his fucking cock lengthened; he began probing deeper and deeper.

Her excitement mounted. This was what it was like to be fucked by a real expert. She'd thought he was inexperienced… He was showing her a completely different picture. She hadn't believed he had this much ability.

Happily, she let go and fell head first into another climax. The huge, pulsating, throbbingly alive cock filled her cunt to overflowing. She was aware of nothing but that huge fuck stick reaming out her cunt. The juices squirted from her twat and ran down the inside of her thigh.

It tickled. And stimulated. She wanted more.

But through the haze of unbridled passion, she heard a car doer slam. Two voices, laughing, came closer. When the front door slammed, she panicked. Her mother and Jonathon had returned home, hours too early!

"Grant, wait, oh please! My mother!"

The teenager had heard, also. His face drained with shock.

"Christ, what do we do?"

"Under the bed. I don't think they'll check on me too close. They're too wrapped up in themselves."

As the boy scuttled under the bed, Melissa lay back pulling the covers over her naked body, waiting.

Waiting and cursing her rotten luck.