that slipped wetly in and out of her cunt could not relieve that need.
Janice's legs suddenly doubled and rose into the air so that her knees pointed toward the ceiling with her feet fiat on the sheets beneath her naked body. The man riding atop that beautiful nakedness of youth groaned as he plunged deeper into the caressing, liquid heat of her body. His hunching hips jerked and twisted, grinding hard into the willing socket of her cunt.
'Good!' the girl moaned. 'I can feel you up in the middle of my belly. You're so damn deep! It's wonderful!'
It was! There was no way he could deny that. His stepdaughter made love with abandoned desire. She fucked like a wild woman. She focused every bit of her mind and body on him and his thick, throbbing cock. She was unlike any woman he had ever known. Her passion was a frenzy-a zealous dance of desperation until the lust of her desire was quenched. Then and only then did she enjoy being taken long and slow.
Recognizing this need, he pumped his cock into the aching hole of her sex. Up and down like a battering ram, he threw himself into her young body, straining the taut walls of her vagina with each plunging thrust. Out he wrenched, unsheathing the swollen rod of his sex.
'Deeper! I want you deeper!' the young redhead thrashing under his weight begged. 'God! I can't get enough of you!'
He slid his hands beneath the cushions of her hind cheeks. Again the angle of his entry changed and he slid deeper into the juicy channel of her tight pussy. She groaned, her hips twisting around a bit so that the folds of her cunt undulated around the ponderous lance of flesh impaling her.
Deeper, Marta repeated the young woman's urgent pleadings. She wanted him to slam that thick prod all the way into her mouth. She wanted him to plunge that swollen shaft of pleasure into her own body. Her body trembled with the heat of arousal. Her mouth was dry and parched. Her temples throbbed with the maddening tempo of their hunching bodies.
Mitch! she cried out in silence to him. Take me! Fuck me!
But the man was too deeply entrenched in the juice-oozing furrow of his own stepdaughter's cunt to have noticed her pleas even if she had voiced them. He grunted and groaned with bestial lust as he crammed home the aching stalk of his need. Again and again he crammed the young woman's love channel full of very hard and very swollen cock.
Again and again she opened herself to him, accepting every inch he offered. Her hands gripped his ass cheeks in desperation as she attempted to drag him even deeper into the quivering pocket of her sex. She whimpered out to him, whispering into his ear the wonderful sensation his fat prodder was creating in her wanton body. She begged him to drive himself even deeper into the tender recesses of her pussy.
Again responding to her desires, he slipped his hands from under her ass. Wedging his palms between her thighs and calves, he suddenly pushed her legs upward toward her chest. She grunted in surprise then cried out in sheer pleasure as the massive spike or cock delved up into un-reached recesses of her aching channel.
He was deep, deep enough to touch her very soul. She could no longer speak, only moan and groan. It was as if his prick had suddenly grown by two extra inches. The very tip of his glans nudged at the ring of her cervix. Tinges of pain mixed with the swirling lust that consumed the cleft of her loins-pain that only served to heighten the flames of her passion. There is a thin line that separates pain and pleasure, a threshold where sexual heat melts the two into one. She had crossed that threshold.
Harder and harder his hips hunched into the uptilted groove of her body. He rammed into her with deep, brutal strokes. His own lust now commanded him. She writhed beneath him; she cried out in need and want. And he poled down into the clingy chamber of her vagina, trying to nail her to the bed with his demanding spike.
Her ass twitched and wiggled around, sucking at the tremendous shaft that splayed the lips of her cunt. She was close, so close. She ached, every cell of her body screaming for the release of the agonizing desires they held.
Higher and higher the rushing waves of pleasure washed through her body. Deeper and deeper his pistoning cockshaft drove into the opened gash of her body. Harder and harder she hunched into him.
The throbbing heat in her thighs expanded. It grew, forming a nebula of passion that suddenly exploded, throwing her into the magnificent pleasures of orgasm. Groaning out the full violent extent of her release, her legs abruptly circled his waist and squeezed him, holding him deeply with her body as she soared on the winds of ecstasy.
It was like being trapped in a velvet-lined vise. She squeezed at him, holding him immobile within her. Try as he might, he could not move, though he had no need to move. The contracting folds of her pussy were all he needed. He simply relaxed and allowed the burning seed his loins to spurt up through the center of his cock and fountain into the quivering channel of his stepdaughter's pussy.
He groaned as that fiery load seared over the sensitive head of his prick. He twitched under the wonderful pulsing of his cock. He shuddered as he blasted jet after jet of thick white come the greedy hole or the redhead's sated body.
Then, drained or the demanding lust that had driven him to the frenzied heights of desire, his limp body sagged onto the voluptuous bed of his stepdaughter's body. They clung together, unaware of the eyes that watched from outside the bedroom.
Marta was fevered with need. Her whole body screamed out to be taken. Her shaking hand reached out and gripped the doorknob once again. Even with Janice still in his bed, she was willing to enter Mitch's room and offer her body to him. Slowly, she began to open that door.
A hand suddenly touched her shoulder. She jumped in surprise, but managed to stifle the cry of surprise that worked its way up her throat.
A soft, husky voice behind her called to her a whisper, 'Marta.'
Chapter 10
Marta twisted around, her eyes wide with fright and confusion.
Kari stood there. A knowing smile moved across her lips.
'Marta,' the young blonde repeated.
Bewildered and disoriented by the strange emotions and desires coursing through her body, the older woman simply stared, unsure and uncertain of herself or of what Kari had seen. She trembled a bit, afraid of her own self.
'Lovely Marta,' Kari whispered again, her band stretching out to Marta.
For the first time Marta realized the girl was dressed in a shortie nightie similar to the one she wore, except it was pink and dipped several inches lower, hiding the mound of her sex. While she examined the girl, she was aware of the blonde's own gaze as it moved over her trembling breasts. Kari's hazel eyes drifted down over her body, lingering at the dark bush that peeked out from under the hem line of her negligee. Marta shivered beneath the intimate probing of those shining eyes.
'Come with me, Marta,' the girl whispered, the fingers of her extended hand signaling to her.
Uncertain, Marta lifted her arm and placed her hand within the girl's palm. She shivered again as those soft, warm fingers closed around her hand. Her eyes rose to the young blonde's once again. Kari smiled, reassuring her.
Without another word, the girl turned and Marta followed her into the room. The door closed and a light flashed on, flooding the darkened bedroom with brightness. Marta blinked, forcing her eyes to accept the harsh intrusion.
The girl's hand tugged at hers. Like a woman lost in a bewildering dream, Marta followed her. Kari's band then slipped from her grasp. The older woman felt the soft insistence as the blonde s hand lightly touched her shoulders and eased her down to the bed so that she sat on the edge.
'They're exciting together, aren't they?' Kari smiled.
'What?' The older woman blinked with uncertainty. 'What did you say?'
'Janice and Mitch,' the girl replied, 'They're exciting together.'
'I don't know what you're talking about,' Marta answered, hoping against hope that Kari was only guessing
