He did as he was told.
Under the open window, they heard the two inside fucking. The lewd fucking noises told how hard Jon was fucking the woman. Her snatch had to be burning up from the friction between her cunt walls and his cock.
The sounds made the girl feel uneasy. But it wasn't a nervous uneasiness. This was a brand new excitement. Before, she'd had to masturbate herself to get the full thrill. Now she had Grant's huge cock to help her along.
Sure, it was kinky. That was what she got off on.
To actually spy on her mother and her lover while they were fucking sent little tremors into her already aroused cunt.
'Look at 'em!'
Grant poked up a bit over the windowsill and let out a low whistle. 'I never saw a prick so big in all my life!'
The girl would have agreed if she'd trusted her voice. Jon had her mother bent over the edge of the bed, fucking her from behind. His mighty prick appeared from her snatch then vanished again. The sight of the man's powerfully muscled body made the girl shiver. The thought of him sticking it to her made her feel like she was going to come.
God, how she hated him – but what a cock! And the way his ass tightened up into a round, hard ball of muscle turned her on, too. He was built like so many of the male models she idolized.
Why did he have to be such a son of a bitch?
'I… I can't hold onto it any more, Melissa. Lemme fuck you good. And quick, huh?' begged Grant.
She spread her legs wide, her pussy opening up like a second set of lips. She looked down between her legs, then drew her fingers across her cunt. The fingers came away drenched with the flood of her fuck fluids.
'I'm ready. Let me feel that cock of yours again, lover!'
She gasped as he bent his knees, maneuvered a little, then straightened. His cock shot skyward, impaling her directly in the cunt. He didn't stop at her cunt lips this time. He roared on past them like a berserk freight train on rails.
She went weak in the knees and sagged down onto his prick. She felt his bush grinding fiercely into her crotch. The motion of his cock inside her sent fireworks blasting into her head. She came, bigger than ever before.
She heard him saying, 'Be quiet, dammit! You're going to make them notice us!'
'Ummm, okay, anything you say, Grant darling.' She realized she'd yelled out her passions when she came. That might have been their downfall. Luckily, the two inside were too wrapped up in their own fucking to ever notice anything going on elsewhere.
She let his cock slide free of her cunt as she peered over his shoulder. She got such a fine view of Jon screwing her mother. The man seemed tireless. His mighty cock was a long pole, driving hard and fast between the woman's pussy lips. The girl knew what it felt like.
Grant was giving her the same type of fucking. Her cunt lips were spread wide around his cock as it shot up into her belly, but the sight of the other two screwing seemed to affect her more than anything else.
Sure, the cock drilling deep into her cunt was a turn-on. She couldn't have said anything else about it.
But actually watching the other two fucking while she was getting all the prick she wanted was a double thrill for the peeping girl.
'Keep fucking, Grant, keep going! I need it! I, need your cock so bad!'
'Tight,' he mumbled. 'So tight all around my prick. How do you do it?'
'I want you. Fuck me harder, harder!'
He did his damnedest to give her what she wanted. He blasted the entire length of her twat. The friction burned away the thick oils lubricating her pussy walls. It seemed as if everything was building up to one momentous orgasm in the girl's lithe body.
'Faster,' she begged, 'give it to me as fast as you can. Make my cunt burn with your cock!'
Her eyes refused to focus on the couple inside the bedroom. The lust she felt was blurring her vision. She wanted to see she wanted to ever so desperately. It gave her a new meaning to life, to be fucking.
It was so damned kinky being outside, spying, fucking, maybe being spied on by someone out in the street. She felt her gut tighten up. She knew still another orgasm was stalking her body.
'More, Grant dearest, more. MORE!'
He lifted her off her feet with his next upward thrust. She was hung suspended for a brief moment on his prick – and nothing else. Her fingers clutched wildly at his back. She clawed him with her fingernails. Her body twisted around the spike of his impaling cock and drilled it even deeper into her belly.
She shook the hair out of her eyes and saw what was going on inside the bedroom. Jon was fondling her mother's boobs while he fucked madly at her. The curve of the woman's ass fit so cleanly into the curve of his groin, the girl thought for a moment they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle momentarily come apart.
Then her entire body exploded. If a stick of dynamite had been shoved up her cunt instead of a cock, she couldn't have felt much different. The come blew the top of her head off. Her tits were pounding with excitement.
'Aaaaiieeeeeee!'
And then she felt the hot, wet surge in her cunt that signalled her boyfriend's come. He blasted out gallon after fiery gallon of his white hot jism.
The touch of it inside her sensitive cunt set her off again. She was hurled high into the air on the winds of ecstasy ripping through her body. Never had she experienced such an intense come. Her body shivered, her muscles went rigid and the screams of joy were ripped from her throat.
She and Grant sank to the ground, exhausted. They clung to each other for support.
'I never felt anything like that with a chick before,' he confessed. 'You really moved me. God in Heaven, what a fuck!'
She sighed. It was that – and more. She'd needed to get laid. When she had virtually seduced Grant earlier, in the evening, she hadn't dreamed it would be anything this good. Her cunt still burned from the memory of his once proud cock fucking the living hell out of her.
She sighed again, her tits bouncing slightly. Eyes glowing with love for Grant, she looked up and said, 'Let's go back into the bedroom. I think I want to get some sleep.'
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, Melissa was stiff and sore. Her crotch was inhabited by millions of fife ants, all nipping and biting at her. She rubbed her sore cunt and winced. She hadn't realized that fucking could leave such a 'hang-over'.
The girl slowly crawled out of bed, the fragrant odors of breakfast reaching her. She dressed, careful of her tender snatch, then went out to eat.
Melissa stopped in the doorway to the kitchen. Jon was sitting there at the table again, bigger than life and twice as ugly.
'What are you doing here?' she demanded.
'Honey, I'm your new poppa,' Jon told her, an evil smile crossing his thin lips.
'The hell you say,' she snapped. Looking to her mother sent cold chills up and down her spine. The woman wasn't disputing what Jon had said.
It couldn't be! Her mother couldn't have gotten married to this cock-sucking bastard just like that. She just couldn't have!
'We got hitched last night, girl. I am your new daddy. How do you like that, huh?'
She started to leave, only to have her mother roughly grab her by the arm and spin her around. 'You speak up when your daddy talks to you, hear?'
'He's not my father. You divorced my father. Remember him? Red hair? Tall? A nice man? Not like this…'
