Robert Vickers: Raped stepdaughter

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!