Robert Vickers: Raped stepdaughter

Then she sighed. It wasn't going to happen. Even exposing her body the way she was, no one was even likely to stop his car, jump out and come help a poor teenaged girl out of her dilemma. She wanted to fuck and there was no one handy. Grant was probably long gone.

Only the vague moans from her mother's bedroom window could be heard. More from curiosity than perversity, Melissa walked over to the open window. Peering inside, however, gave her a real thrill.

Jonathon, her mother's current lover, was poised on his knees between Sara's wide-spread legs. Her mother was wantonly exposing her cunt to the man's long prick. And what a prick!

The girl gasped when she saw it. Long, easily nine inches, it bounced and jerked ugly red in the dim light. The plum-tipped end looked like it would be too large even to shove into her mouth.

To have that pussy pleaser fucking her! The girl shivered again, this time from dreamy anticipation.

She could hear the man saying, "What is it you want? Tell me."

"Your cock, Jon. I want that huge cock of yours fucking me."

Melissa saw her mother lick dried lips. The woman's breath was coming in sharp, rasping pants. Her tits rose and fell faster and faster as she eyed with lust that huge cock.

"Where do you want this?" He held his cock like a stick and waved it at her.

"Up my cunt, you lousy bastard. I love you! And I love that prick of yours. You're too damned good with it and you know it. That's what makes you so Goddamned uppity."

"Uppity? I know what I am. And I know what you are, bitch. So you want my cock, huh? Okay, here it is!"

Melissa jumped as much as her mother did when the mighty prick was shoved balls deep into the yearning cunt. The girl felt her own twat beginning to drool obscenely again.

To have that powerful cock fucking her! She would have given just about anything she had for that. But she wasn't likely to have her wish. The teenager would have to be content with watching.

Not even knowing what she was doing, she edged closer to the house. She leaned against the rough wood, her hand drifting lower toward her own naked snatch. A hand rubbed across her juicy cunt lips. When she succeeded in stuffing a finger into her pussy, only then was she aware of what she was doing.

She couldn't masturbate while she watched this well-hung stud fuck her own mother! That was sick.

She couldn't help herself. Denied sexual release herself, she had to get her rocks off someway. And the way that guy was hung! She loved watching him move, fuck, pose, posture. He was like a Greek God.

"Feels big inside your cunt, doesn't it? What's it like when I really fuck you good?"

His hips began sliding back and forth like a piston in a slot. The spying girl sucked in her breath and tried to imitate the motion of her own finger fucking her cunt with that of the man fucking her mother. It wasn't quite the same.

She heard her mother say, "God, I can't stand it! That's a Goddamn telephone pole you've stuck in my twat. Ooooooh, ride me, ride me hard! Haaaaard!"

"Anything you want," he almost sneered. Resting on his hands, he looked down into the woman's face and began driving his long, hard prick in and out of her yielding cunt even faster.

The girl imagined what the friction of his cock against soft juicy pussy walls would be like. The warmth would spread like wildfire. Hidden nerves would scream in joy. His cock would touch here, there, all the right spots in her excited cunt.

He was a master cocksman. A real stud. He knew how to fuck a woman.

Her mother was going wild with sexual frenzy. Her hips bucked and hunched up to meet every inward stroke of his prick. She was trying to jam her snatch down around his cock to get him a fraction of an inch deeper up her pussy.

The peeping daughter knew what the woman felt. That deep-seated itch had to be scratched. And the only way of doing it was a good fucking. She'd have to have that prick sinking deep, stirring around inside, then slowly pulling out. Nothing less than the best fucking ever would satisfy her.

She heard the lewd noises of the two fucking inside. The harsh moist sounds of his cock surging into her cunt were drowned out by the woman's gasps and soft moans. For a long while, he would stay buried balls deep in her cunt. His hips would rotate, stirring his cock around against her pussy walls.

Then he would retreat. His cock made such a tight seal against the cunt walls, a vacuum was formed. The sound when his cock slipped almost free of her clinging twat was obscene. And the girl loved it!

How she wished that it was her being the recipient of that tremendous fucking.

"Tell me what you like about my cock," he urged.

"Your cock?" Melissa's mother said dreamily. "Ummmm, so big inside me. It's stirring me up. God, it's huge! Fuck me, fuck me gooooood!"

"Stupid bitch. All you think about is getting laid. Okay, then, I'll burn this into your brain."

He started fucking her with short, rapid strokes designed to set her cunt on fire. It worked. The woman's hips went wild. Her gasps turned into shrieks as she came.

"Never felt that before. God, you're a stud, Jon darling. Do it to me again."

"Sex hungry bitch," he said, smiling. His body now glistened with the thin sheen of sweat. Melissa watched as he drilled his cock repeatedly into the gaping cunt of his mother. How she envied the woman. To have traded places for just a moment!

She added an extra finger up her juicy cunt. It didn't do much to satisfy her needs. The girl began stroking over her clit as she spied on the two fucking their brains out in the bedroom.

The tiny jolts of excitement that passed through her body soon became larger and larger. It was as if she were being stabbed with a cold knife that turned a blazing white-hot in her belly.

She found the meek little clit poking its head out from the sheath of flesh around it. She looped her finger around the slippery little spire and stroked from base to tip. Each time she touched the very end of the pointy nubbin, she sobbed.

Her knees were going weak from reaction. But she couldn't just slip down against the house. She had to see what was happening inside.

The man was drilling as hard as he could into the wet, softly yielding cunt spread wantonly wide for him.

"I'm burning up inside, Jon dear! I don't know how you're doing it, ummmmm, oooooh! OOOOOOH!"

She came again.

The sight of her rigid face and her writhing body increased the carnal yearning in the spying girl. Her fingers flew up and down her own cit in a vain attempt to imitate what was happening in the bedroom. While the feelings in her body mounted, she was feeling more and more cheated.

It simply wasn't the same as having a man's long, steely hard cock fucking her. Not the same at all!

How she wanted to leap through that window and spread herself for that stud. His huge cock would be enough to satisfy two women. Hell, the way he was fucking, he might be able to get a dozen chicks off before he came. He looked like a fucking machine.

His body was running with sweat now. His face was frozen into a smile both evil and sexy at the same time.

Melissa felt herself wilting inside. That guy was hung like a stallion and fucked like a rabbit. He was tireless. He'd got her mother off twice and was working hard on a third time.

The girl began squeezing and stroking over her labia. The oily cunt lips were rigid with the excited blood pounding into them. She stroked and tweaked them the best she could. The only thing missing was a round, hard cock driving up into her cunt.

She let out a piteous little moan, then bit her lip. It wouldn't do to let them know she was peeping. Not that any tiny noise was likely to be heard. They were too wrapped up in fucking to notice anything like that.