'I've missed you too, love. And I got to admit that my day has been long without you.' He glanced at Melissa, who glared back. She knew what type of 'long' he was referring to. And she didn't dare say a word to her mother about it.
But she'd get even with that raping cocksucker. No matter how long it took she'd find an appropriate revenge on him. Then he'd be sorry he humiliated her the way he did.
'Leave the dinner dishes for the kid to do. You and me, love, we got to make up for lost time. Like all day long!'
Sara giggled at this. She brushed back her hair and looked years younger. Melissa was amazed at how her mother fell for such obvious flattery. Still, it was the very kind of thing she'd expect the older woman to suck up. So few men gave her a second look, she was bound to cling to any man who told her she was a knockout.
'Yes, Jon. And you be sure to do the dishes before you go to bed, Melissa,' she said to the girl. With that, the two newlyweds left the kitchen without so much as a backwards glance.
Melissa was just as glad they didn't bother noticing her. She wasn't sure she was good enough an actress to be civil. She hated Jon and was on her way to despising her mother. Hiding that would be too difficult to pull off well.
She did the dishes simply because she had nothing better to do. And more importantly it kept her away from Jonathon. If he'd come into the kitchen, she wasn't sure she wouldn't start tossing the dishes at him. Either that, or use one of the butcher knives on his gut.
After drying the last of the supper dishes, Melissa went directly to her room. Her mother and her newly acquired stepfather were nowhere to be seen. She figured they'd already gone to bed – and it wasn't to sleep, of that she was certain.
Lying in her bed, unable to sleep, she listened to the house settle. The tiny creaks and groans used to comfort her. Now they were all ominous sounding. Nothing stirred in the dark of her bedroom. For the first time in years, she wished she still had her doll to comfort her.
Suddenly, a noise in the hallway broke the silence. She sat upright in bed, wondering if a burglar had broken in. If so, maybe he'd kill Jon.
As her door opened, she realized what was happening. Jon was paying her a midnight visit.
'You keep that lip of yours buttoned, kid,' came his cold voice. 'I want to have a word with you.'
She sat stony silent, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted. When she saw the boner sticking out of his pajamas, the girl knew what he wanted. This time, he wasn't going to get it without one hell of a fight.
'Yeah, kid, I decided the old lady was worn out. I decided to get a little younger action. Like you. Wanna suck on my prick?'
'You make me sick,' she told him. 'Never have I met so despicable a man. You…'
He grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head back at a painful angle.
'You talk too much. Lemme put something into your mouth you can enjoy. And if you bite it, you're gonna know real pain!'
She felt the man's damp prick shoved against her lips. She tried to turn her head away. He controlled her every move with the hand laced through her hair. Opening her lips just a little, she found the entire tip of his prick inside her mouth.
She almost gagged. It wasn't that it was too big, it was that his prick was still coated with fuck juices from a woman's cunt – her mother's cunt!
'Go on and suck, damn you. You look to be a grade A cocksucker to me. Prove it!'
No matter how she twisted, she couldn't avoid that huge prick. Under her nose, it seemed even larger than it was. Her lips were being pulled to take the huge girth of the cock. And as his pressure on the back of her head increased, she found herself less able to prevent the entire length from going down her throat.
The nine inches of prick throbbed with an entirely male vitality that would have normally turned the girl into the prime cocksucker that Jon expected. But she didn't like being forced. And he was her stepfather.
Was this incest?
The thought raced through her mind. She was repulsed by the idea of sucking off her father. That was wrong – a sin, perverted. She couldn't possibly do anything so degrading.
She wasn't having to agree, it was being forced on her. The man was simply too strong to resist. She had to do what he wanted or he'd hurt her. The girl had some idea of what the man was capable of doing. That afternoon had been only a sample.
That knife of his wasn't far away. And she guessed he knew how to use it.
If she didn't suck on his cock as he wanted, he could carve her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Probably he wouldn't even need the knife. He was so strong, he could physically overpower her any time he wanted.
She was his to use as he pleased.
As the truth of that penetrated, she gulped. And took in another couple inches of prick. Cradling the cock with her tongue, she rocked her head back and forth. She tasted the salty, musky flavor of an aroused man's cock. The girl's mouth began to water.
'That's the way, girl. Suck on it. Suck hard, damn you!'
Her lips closed all around his cock. The entire plum-tipped end of his prick was hidden inside her lips. She worked her tongue roughly over his jumping, throbbing prick until she almost choked.
When he pulled her head forward toward his groin, she felt his cockhead bounce off the roof of her mouth. Nothing she could do was going to stop that cock from going all the way down her throat. His cock was already near her tonsils. Much farther and it wouldn't matter.
'Tongue me, girl. Use that tongue on my pecker. And suck hard! HARD!'
He groaned as she obeyed his command. The pain from his handhold on her hair was increasing. No amount of sucking on the man's prick would ever offset that.
'Ummm, good. I like a chick who's good at sucking on a man's prick. Now I think I'm gonna face fuck you.'
She quaked at the words. She didn't want any more of his cock stuffed into her mouth. She had all she could handle now. If he went wild and began fucking her face, she might strangle!
'Umph! No!' she struggled to say around the huge plug of cock in her mouth. The words were too muffled for him to understand, not that it mattered. Her desires meant nothing to the brutal man.
She moaned loudly when he grabbed her right tit. He caught her from underneath, cupping the huge mound of titflesh. His fingers worked magic on it as they stroked toward the nipple. Through the thin nightie she wore, he was able to fondle her boob virtually unhindered.
'You got such nice titties, girl. I love firm titties on a chick. Your mother's got floppy boobs. Not too bad for an old woman, but they're nothing like yours. God, yours turn me on!'
The teenager was so confused she didn't know how to respond. The cock rhythmically moving to and fro in her mouth was stimulating her. No matter how much she tried to deny it, this much cock in her mouth was a turn-on. And the way he was squeezing and manhandling her boob was designed to do nothing but get her hot to fuck.
The blood pulled to the tip of her boob throbbed hard and fierce. She could feel her heart beating in the nipple. The entire jug was inflating as more and more excited blood hammered into it. Soon, the cone of her tit was so sensitive the lightest touch sent her gasping.
'Yeah, baby, you love it. I can tell. And so do I! Suck it harder, damn you, suck harder!'
She obeyed. His words came to her over the rushing noise in her temples. Her breath was gusting hotly into the tangled bush just inches from her nose. Inexorably, that jungle of pubic hair was coming closer and closer. He was pulling her face into his crotch while his cock was rigidly slipping into her throat.
The girl didn't gag. She managed to take his entire length. Buried in her throat, she swallowed. The way her Adam's Apple bobbed up and down massaged the delicate underside of his prick. He groaned and she felt his cock jump. It wouldn't take more than a couple seconds to get him off.
The thought strayed through her lust-glazed mind. If she could suck him off fast, all this would be at an end. He'd leave her alone. Without that mighty erection, what was he?
She sucked as hard as she could on his cock. He groaned, then pulled back a little.
'Good, that's what I like. A bitch should obey when a man tells her to suck harder on his cock.'
Then he began driving that long spike of cock into her face. Her lips burned with the friction of passage. He
