He'd got her mother off twice and was working hard on a third time.
The girl began squeezing and stroking over her labia. The oily cunt lips were rigid with the excited blood pounding into them. She stroked and tweaked them the best she could. The only thing missing was a round, hard cock driving up into her cunt.
She let out a piteous little moan, then bit her lip. It wouldn't do to let them know she was peeping. Not that any tiny noise was likely to be heard. They were too wrapped up in fucking to notice anything like that.
The teenager rammed three fingers into her tight cunt. She felt her young muscles tighten around her hand. She wished she could have rammed her entire fist up into her cunt. Maybe that would relieve the intense sexual pressures in her young, nubile body.
She blinked sweat from her eyes and heard the man saying, 'My cock feels like it's gonna pop. You've done it. You got me off with that hot, tight cunt of yours, baby.'
'Fuck me,' he mother moaned over and over, 'fuck me, fuck me.'
'Here it comes. All of it right up your cunt. My jizz, my steamy jizz is, God… oh, shiit!'
He arched his back and slammed his prick hard into her body. The spying girl could see the man grinding his crotch into her mother's. Their bushes mingled until she couldn't tell which was whose.
And the man came.
From her position outside the house, it looked like a big one. His face went rigid and his body began to go berserk. His hips blurred, they were fucking so fast.
The girl's fingers worked in and out of her pussy as fast as she could drive them. Her hand was getting cramped but she ignored it. Her cunt needed this attention. Desperately.
She watched as the fucking couple rocked through another come, then she closed her eyes and imagined the man crouching between her split legs, his cock dancing around. Then it plunged deep into her, dipping in and out until she was pushed over the brink of orgasm.
Her head buzzed and the world spun around her. Then Melissa was panting, the cool wind drying the sweat from her well-formed, womanly body. She knew it wasn't the best come possible, but it helped take the edge off her gnawing sexual needs.
Her fingers weren't close to being a cock, but they'd have to do for the time being.
CHAPTER FOUR
At breakfast the next morning, Melissa was surprised to see Jonathan sitting there like he was one of the family.
'So this is your little girl, huh, Sara? When you said little girl, I thought you meant six or seven. Hell, this one's a woman.' His eyes dragged over her bulging tits until Melissa could almost feel the gaze unbuttoning her blouse.
She self-consciously buttoned the two top buttons, but was acutely aware of her nipples poking impudently against the thin fabric of her blouse. The tiny mushrooms seemed an open invitation to the man's openly sexual look.
'Tits of a woman, slim waist of a girl, but hell and damnation, those hips look like winners. And that ass, baby, you got one hell of a fine tush, there.'
'Thanks,' Melissa said, dryly.
'You know what they say. The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin'… I bet you're a real hellion in the sack.'
'Jon, please. She's only sixteen,' said Sara, putting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Jon.
'Sixteen? Hell, I bet she's no virgin. The way these kids are today, fucking in school by the time they're bleedin' and all.'
'Melissa's a good girl.'
He leered at the girl and made her even more self-conscious. How could this man who was so good in bed turn out to be such a sex-crazed bastard? It was obvious he'd fuck anything that didn't run away fast enough.
'Yeah, I bet she's real good.' Only Melissa could hear him add under his breath, 'At fucking!'
Melissa was confused at the way she felt. The night before she'd been fantasizing what it would be like to feel this stud's huge prick driving fast and furious into her cunt. Now, she didn't know if she'd really like that or not.
He seemed to be such a smug bastard. True, the need she felt was tearing her apart inside. But she would be able to get Grant to fuck her.
'Yeah, a real choice piece of ass, if I do say so myself,' Jon was saying, a smirk running across his lips. His eyes were as bold as ever. Melissa decided she did't like him.
'I've got to go to school.' She pushed her plate away and went to get her books.
In the kitchen, she heard her mother talking to Jon. 'You shouldn't say things like that to her. She's only a child.'
'Cbild, hell. She's a woman. Look at that ass! Face it, Sara, she's grown up. Damn, but has she!'
'Jon, really.'
'What the hell's the difference to you if I like the way your kid looks? You know the old saying. I don't care where you get your appetite as long as you do it at home. Hell, honey, I got an appetite from looking at the kid. And my appetite's all for you!'
Sara laughed, then said, 'Jon, no! Not here in the kitchen! Your hand! You're driving me wild!'
'Good. And that wet snatch of yours tells me you want to fuck. Don't you?' he demanded.
'Ummm, your hand does feel good on my leg. And other places.'
Melissa had came back from her room, books carelessly dangling from her hand. She hesitated when she heard the noises coming from the kitchen. She knew what that sex-crazed beast was doing.
Shouting out, 'See you later!' she opened and closed the front door but didn't go out. Something inside her told her she had to watch what was happening.
It was probably gross, outrageous, obscene. And she didn't want to miss a single second of the action!
Hating herself, yet not able to stop, she inched toward the kitchen and peered around the corner. They were on the breakfast table, Jon had her mother pinned down and was avidly kissing her. His hands were stroking up and down her still-clothed body. But the way he was ripping and tearing, she wouldn't have much on for long.
'Don't do it, Jon. Please! My clothes!'
'Fuck your clothes! I want to fuck you!'
His fingers slipped under the woman's shirttail and went upward with animal strength. The cloth ripped and he cast aside her tattered blouse. He managed to get her bra off without tearing it. The snaps were easy for him to unfasten.
Melissa watched in wide-eyed horror as her mother allowed this beast to virtually rape her. She seemed to enjoy it!
'Make me feel good, Jon. Good all over. Ooooooh, my poor cunt is aching to have your big cock fill it to overflowing!'
'God, woman, you get me so damned hot I can barely stand it. Those luscious tits of yours! Well, they're riper than your kid's. Mature, you know. Lemme taste 'em!'
He buried his face between the woman's boobs. His pink tongue flickered out and began dragging up and down the deep canyon. Her tits banged hard into the sides of his head. Her entire body was shaking, causing the jugs to flop around. He took the beating and actually seemed to enjoy it.
'Tasty, damn, but your tits are good!'
He licked around the base of her left tit, then slowly spiralled his way up, licking and sampling the tender titflesh. His saliva left a glistening trail behind. He was marking his territory well.
When he got to the top of the snow-white boob, he took the cherry-red nipple into his mouth. With the hard button sucked in between his lips, he began running his tongue back and forth across it.
The woman began twitching on the table, her lust driving her crazy. She tried thrusting her chest upward in an attempt to get her entire boob into the eager mouth. He wouldn't have any of it. He was eating her tit the way
