Robert Vickers: Raped stepdaughter

She found it harder and harder to breathe. Each time she inhaled, liquid fire filled her lungs. And throughout her belly, melted butter warmly spread. She was being filled with longing, with need, with such intense passions she could barely contain them.

His tongue was swirling around inside her twat like a berserk tornado. Each deft touch pushed her a little closer to another come. She felt her soft, juiced up inner cunt walls spread out under his tongue. He took care to make sure each and every fold inside her velvet-hung cunt was pressed flat and thoroughly stimulated.

Her legs drifted farther apart in wanton invitation. She wanted him to slam his tongue all the way up her cunt. It felt like a small prick fucking her. She wanted more. She was becoming a needy bitch. Nothing less than all-out tongue fucking would do.

"Faster! Give me that cock-hard tongue of yours all the way!"

"Goddamn, it feels like it's coming out by the roots now!" he complained. But he applied himself even more to his task. Burying his face in her snatch, he was able to worm his tongue even deeper into her seething hot cunt.

He could feel the convulsions as she came again. Her tiny cunt became even smaller and crushed down on his tongue. He gasped for air. What would it be like if he'd actually fucked her with his cock? She was so damned tiny up the pussy, she would have broken his prick off at the roots.

For a moment, he was deaf and blind. Her soft, satiny thighs clamped firmly on each side of his head. His ears were useless, pressed into her flesh. And up close like this, he couldn't see much.

He didn't have to. His sense of feel told him everything he needed to know. And his tastebuds were working overtime. The thick fuck fluids oozing from her cunt drenched his tongue. The all-woman-flavor stimulated him. He actually felt his prick rising again.

Eating her out was giving him a hard-on! He didn't believe it was possible to get it up again so quick after coming, but he was learning how erotic this hot foxy chick was. She could give a boner to a statue.

What chance did a flesh and blood guy have?

"Don't stop!" she begged. "More, MORE!"

He gave her more. His tongue slipped free of her cunt and he quickly lapped up the tiny-droplets of cunt juice beading on her pussy lips. Then he slipped down the vee of her gash and sought her asshole. He had to slide his fingers under her body and lift.

As her ass came off the bed, he sighted the tightly puckered ring of her anus. His tongue, still coated with her love juices, shot out and pressed into the ring of muscle.

She groaned, then reached down and grabbed under her knees to hold her legs up for him. She wanted to let him drive that spike of his tongue all the way up into her bowels.

He felt damned good drilling – hard, and wet – into her cunt. His tongue wasn't long enough, though, to really satisfy her. He knew all the tricks but they just weren't enough.

The promise of his tongue working far up into her bowels excited her. This was so damned kinky it made her hot just thinking about. And when she felt his tongue worrying open the hard held sphincter muscle, she almost came.

"God, I don't believe this! Give me that tongue of yours all the way up my asshole! Give it to me good!"

His nose was pressed into her flowing gash. He inhaled and sniffed her female odors. That made his head spin. He didn't know how he'd started on this perverted tongue fucking in the first place. And now he was trying to shove his tongue all the way up her asshole.

He couldn't sort it all out in his head. Something had gone wrong. He'd hoped she'd put out, sure, but he hadn't expected anything like this!

His tongue finally convinced the tight muscle to open up. With a sudden surge, his tongue was racing up her asshole.

If she'd been hot and tight in the cunt, her ass was even hotter. And the way her flesh clung and grabbed at his tongue, he was certain she could tense up a little and rip his tongue out by the roots.

The only defense he had was to tongue fuck her as fast and hard as he could. His tongue began moving faster and faster in her asshole. The tiny ring of muscle felt like a hangman's noose as it tightened on him, but still he kept fucking.

"The heat! Your tongue is burning me up!"

The words spurred him on. His tongue flew. He drilled deep up her asshole. Wiggling around every time he was buried all the way up her ass, he felt her flesh begin to ripple with excitement. He was reaching her. He was giving her the thrill of her young life.

"I can't take it! My guts are on fire! I'm cumming!"

She screeched like a banshee and began thrashing around on the bed. He was hard pressed to hang onto her. He didn't want to let his tongue slip free of its hot, sexy berth.

"How are you doing that to me?" she demanded. "Everything is spinning around. I… I… aaaaaieeeee!"

She came again.

"You're a tasty bitch," he said.

"Ummm."

"And look at what I've got back!"

He straightened in the bed so that the dim light would show off his hard-on.

Her eyes gleamed. A pink tipped tongue came out and made a slow circuit around her lips. Tits rose and fell faster. The thought of having that lovely prick fucking her was almost too much to bear.

Then they heard the front door opening, keys clicking, heels coming down the hall.

"Christ, it's my mother! You've got to get out of here, Grant. If she finds you…"

But the youth was already slipping into his jeans. He was out the bedroom window just seconds before Melissa's mother, Sara, came in to check on her daughter.

The girl pretended to be asleep, which was good enough for Sara. She closed the door again and went back toward the living room.

All Melissa could do was lie there and sob out her frustration.

The girl couldn't stand the aching feeling deep inside her any longer. Lying in the bed, thinking of how close she'd came to relieving that Goddamn horniness that had plagued her for so long, Melissa was miserable. She finally decided to sneak out to the kitchen and find something to eat.

Anything was better than dreaming about how good it would have been getting fucked by Grant's long, bard prick.

Rubbing her crotch and seeing it was still damp, she sighed. Life was such a damned crock of shit at times. And it was always her mother who managed to deprive her of the things she wanted.

Melissa opened her bedroom door a crack and peered out. The lights were still on in the living room, but the house was silent. On tiptoes, she went into the kitchen. The living room and entire rear of the house was empty. She idly fixed herself a sandwich and munched on it.

Somehow, the food didn't settle her stomach. If anything, it made her even more nervous.

"Damn," she said to herself, "I came so close!" The tears threatened to well up in her eyes again.

As she started back for her bedroom, she heard muffled voices coming from her mother's bedroom. The telltale squeaking of the bedsprings told her that her mother was getting the very thing she'd kept her daughter from that night.

She was getting balled.

Rage filled Melissa. She turned and stormed out the back door into the yard. In the cool night air, she shivered a little, but she couldn't tell if it was simply physical reaction to the coolness, or anger.

She pulled the thin nightgown around her lush, ripe body and began walking. The dew-laden grass was damp and soothing under her bare feet. The rush of cars just a few feet away in the street was ignored. She became totally negligent and let the wind whip her nightie around her.

It fluttered open, a pink halo surrounding her snowy white body. She impudently thrust out her tits and felt the night breeze caressing her. The wind whirled through her moist bush, cooling her off. The wind was almost a living thing. For a brief ecstasy-filled moment, she imagined herself being fucked by some airy creature, it's powerful cock driving all the way up to touch her cunt, to relieve that most basic of inner needs.