At breakfast the next morning, Melissa was surprised to see Jonathan sitting there like he was one of the family.
"So this is your daughter, huh, Sam? When you said girl, I thought you meant six or seven. Hell, this one’s a woman." His eyes tagged 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 eighteen," said Sara, putting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Jon.
"Eighteen? 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 didn’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."
"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 daughter looks? You know the old saying. I don’t care where you get your appetite as long as you eat at home. Hell, honey, I got an appetite from looking at her. 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 come 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. There 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 aunt is aching to have your biiiiig cock fill it to overflowing!"
"God, woman, you get me so damned hot I can barely stand it. Those luscious tits of yours! Hell, they’re riper than your daughter’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 spiraled 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 hun. 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 back 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 lover. 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 round 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 b rely 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 aid. 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 but 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. She 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 up..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, oooooh, I… aaaaieeee!"
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 on 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 lip, would be exciting.
She ran her fingers along the gash a few times, then plunged her middle finger back into her cunt. Then 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 clumped 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 in me! God almighty, I 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 good! 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 it’s 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.