he wanted and she'd have to be satisfied with that.
Melissa felt her young boobs beginning to hurt. 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 each 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 layer. 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 around 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 barely 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 did. 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 bush. 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. They 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 tip 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, oaoooh, I… It's do nice!'
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 own 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 lips would be exciting.
She ran her fingers along the gash a few times, then plunged her middle finger back into her cunt. There 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.
