Annemarie stood in her American family's backyard, gazing at the stars overhead, thinking about her sexual conquests in the U.S. thus far. She thought, too, about Marcia, who had spent almost all afternoon discussing what Annemarie thought were silly ideas about morality. It would be difficult, she knew, to help Marcia become a sexually alive woman. But it would be a challenge. A chilly night wind began to blow, and she turned to walk back into the house. As she did so, she noticed silhouettes on the window shades of Len and Kat Fontaine's bedroom. She could see them getting ready for bed. She watched Len's naked outline against the shade. He looked muscular, but trim.
She moved closer to the open window and could hear their voices.
"I tell you," Kat was saying. "I don't like her. She seems… creepy."
"Oh, hell, Kat, you don't know what you're talking about. Annemarie is a fine girl. They wouldn't have sent her over here if she hadn't been a good student."
"It's not that she isn't smart. I just don't think she's a good influence on Marcia. Annemarie is too… advanced."
"You mean you're afraid she might infect Marcia with the demon bug of sex. Shit a brick, woman, what's wrong with that? I think it's about time for our little girl to grow up. Frankly, her lack of development in dating boys is beginning to worry me."
"It would. All you ever think of is sex."
"That's because you're such an inspiration," he said, chuckling. Annemarie watched the shadows merge. For a moment, the woman seemed to tense, then she relaxed. She returned the kiss with all the passion with which it was given.
The Dutch girl started to go into the house, then stopped. She couldn't help herself. She had to spy on them. Peering around the ill-fitting shade, she was suddenly glad she decided to do this spying. The sight of Len's huge prick made her gasp in amazement.
His prick bounced and bucked at full erection. His thick cock looked like a real pussy-pleaser, and it was so long! Seldom had she seen a prick so long. Annemarie guessed that Len was a real fucker. Nothing would hold his muscular body back once he was aroused.
"Get those pretty legs of yours apart!" he said to Kat. "The old cocksman wants to get it on!"
"Like this, master?" the woman replied. The words sent a shiver up the spying teenager's spine. Were they going to play some real adult games? Was he going to actually tie her down to the bed before he fucked her? She couldn't wait to see.
Nothing of the sort happened. Len took both of Kat's slender wrists in his hand and held them firmly above her head. With his other hand he reached down and began stroking the woman's inner thigh. She seemed to resist him just enough to make him angry.
"God damn it, open up! I'm going to fuck you good even if I have to beat you into submission!"
"Fuck you!" the woman snarled back. Annemarie's cunt began to water. Would he actually hit her? Annemarie would demand it if she were in the woman's position. Nothing was better than having a man force his will on her. He had to show her he was master, and then she would gleefully submit to him.
Len applied more pressure to Kat's thigh, and forced one of her legs over the side of the bed. This opened her pussy to the spying girl's full view. She could see her inner pussy lips poking out eagerly, as if demanding the blunted end of a prick for an erotic kiss.
Annemarie licked her lips in anticipation, imagining what it would be like to be in bed with a stud like Len. She felt her pussy begin to drool its juices down the inside of her leg. She reached down and pulled up her skirt, lightly stroking her slick cunt lips. Her panties were already soaked.
She decided to take off her bikini panties. Casting the soggy panties aside, she felt the cool night wind blowing over her agitated pussy lips. It sent even heavier shivers into her body. She plunged her fingers all the way up into her cunt. She worked her nimble fingers against her pussy walls, stroking, feeling, stimulating. She felt her breath growing in shorter and faster gusts. Her entire body was responding, and she looked once again into the bedroom.
"You beast!" Kat was screaming. "All you ever want to do is fuck me! You animal! You're in rut all the time!" Annemarie couldn't tell if Kat was protesting for fun or if she really mean it, not that it mattered much to the man. He was going to fuck her no matter how much she resisted.
"Shut up, you bitch! You want this as much as I do!" He held her down firmly. Annemarie wished he would simply tie the bitch down and go from there. Still, she had to admit he was using his overwhelming strength to good advantage.
With one hand, he firmly held the woman's hands against the head of the bed. With his other hand he forced her legs wide apart. A small stream of cunt juice flowed from her pussy now, glittering in the dim light. With her leg dangling over the edge of the bed, her cunt was wide open.
The woman began to struggle. She kicked and landed a meaty thud against the man's chest. He grunted. He increased his efforts to get down on her.
"Dumb bitch!" he muttered. Then he dropped down and aimed his cock directly at her pinkly outlined cunt. Looking, at his knobby prick Annemarie felt shudders of delight through her entire body. She pushed in and out of her cunt, wishing her cunt was filled with Len's huge prick.
The sounds from the bedroom increased her excitement. The woman's pitiable moans and the man's savaged grunts as he neared Kat's cunt made the spying girl hotter. When she heard the unmistakable sound of a cock driving hard into a juicy cunt, she craned her neck to look farther back into the bedroom.
The sight was almost enough to get her off. Len's thick prick was slowly vanishing into the woman's humid pussy. Kat's pink cunt lips spread almost obscenely on either side of his meaty cock like an incredibly lewd kiss. Kat's cunt juices flowed onto the bed. Annemarie could see the dark cunt juice stain spreading across the sheet, as Len drove his prick deeper and deeper into the woman's agitated cunt.
"You pig!" Kat shrieked. "You Goddamn mother-fucking son of a bitch!"
"Shut your mouth, you cheap whore!" snarled the man. "I won't have you saying those filthy things!"
"Fuck you, cocksucker! Let me loose!" She struggled, and this time it looked like she might escape.
But the woman wasn't strong enough to escape. The man kept his prick buried up her cunt no matter how much she fought him. Annemarie shoved her fingers in and out of her cunt faster now as she watched the fucking continue.
"Dumb cunt!" the man hissed. "I know you want this as much as I do! Why fight me like this?"
"You're raping me!" she screamed.
Len had Kat's leg trapped beneath his. Standing on his other leg, he lurched back and forth, driving his cock deeper and deeper into the protesting woman's cunt. Her tits seemed to bounce every time he slammed hard into her cunt. The sight of Kat's tits flopping around made the spying teenager even hotter.
Kat whined weakly. She had almost stopped fighting him off, but now she surged powerfully in another attempt to dump him off. The impaling spike of cock in her cunt prevented her success. For a brief instant, the man was unbalanced, but then he righted himself and kept fucking.
"Bastard!" moaned the woman. Then she gulped hard and arched her back. From the way Kat tried to stuff her pussy down around Len's thick rod of cock, Annemarie guessed Kat had come.
The teenager felt a familiar tingle pass through her cunt and blast into her belly. Her knees felt weak, and she propped herself against the side of the house. Then her finger fucking paid off. She came. The sudden seizure shook her violently. She broke out in a heavy sweat. She continued plunging her fingers deep into her cunt. She sought out all the spots that got her off the most. Touching her erect and throbbing clit, she came again. And again. Then she massaged her cunt lips and plunged her finger up into her cunt once more.
By the time she could focus her eyes to look into the bedroom again, the action was all over. She could hardly believe it. Len was sitting back on his haunches, his limp prick dangling between his legs. She saw a tiny drop of come at the very tip of his prick. The woman lay back on the bed, glaring at him.
"Why do you always have to fuck me when I'm too tired?"
"Damn it, you're always too tired! I've got needs, you know."
"Normal men don't have to fuck as often as you do. And damn it, don't try to deny that you called out Marcia's name while you were fucking me. What are you, some kind of a pervert?"
"No, of course not! Look, Kat, we've been over this before. You know all my little fantasies. What's wrong if I act them out with you? Isn't that better than actually trying to live them?"
"In your case, I wonder. How could any man want to fuck his very own daughter? That's sick!" The woman rolled over and pulled the sheets up over her shoulders.
Annemarie heard Len let out a resigned sigh. She wondered what other unfulfilled fantasies the man had. She knew that he would be a perfect one to tie her up, then fuck her. Annemarie smiled as she studied his still-large prick. If he wanted to fuck her with that battering-ram of cock, she would certainly let him.
And if wanted to ball his own daughter, that could be arranged. The Dutch girl smiled as she began to scheme and plot.