Robert Vickers: Raped stepdaughter

"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.