It was Mitch's idea to spend the weekend at his cottage on the lake. Marta had no objections. Neal thought it was a great way to spend one of the last days of summer, as did Janice and Kari.
Loading up the Mason's car with enough groceries to last the five of them for two days and various suitcases packed with an assortment of casual clothes and swim suits, they drove up early Saturday morning. As it was, Mitch and Neal tried their hand at fishing while the women unloaded the car, an action that drew all sorts of cries of male chauvinism. However a fresh batch of bass for breakfast soothed over all ruffled feathers, besides providing a damn good meal.
After a lazy nap to allow their meal to settle, the five of them piled into Mitch's boat for a general sight-seeing tour of the lake. By noon they retreated back to the lake house to avoid the numerous skiers and fishermen who were quickly crowding the water. Other than an occasional swim, they spent the majority of the day just lying around soaking up the sun.
Somehow they all worked up the energy to lend a hand in preparing a minor feast for supper. The meal was fantastic and left no one in the mood for doing anything other than plopping down in a comfortable chair and watching television. As the late movie flickered on the screen one by one the five of them gave in to the urge for sleep and drifted off to their separate rooms.
It was the opportunity Marta had been waiting for all day. With Neal and the two girls asleep, it would be easy to slip into Mitch's room.
Patiently holding in rein the desires she had felt mounting within her body all day, she showered and walked to her room. From her suitcase she pulled a very short, black negligee which she had purchased the evening before. Slipping it on, she modeled the scant nightie in her bedroom mirror. The sheer fabric did little to veil the voluptuous contours of her body-the exact effect she wanted. The hemline stopped at the tops of her thighs, leaving the dark hairs of her pussy peeking out from beneath. She could already imagine the look on Mitch's face when she stepped into his bedroom wearing this. Nor was their any doubt what his reaction would be.
Smiling smugly to herself, she eased back on her bed and watched the minutes tick away on the travel clock she had brought with her. Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty. She held back the urges within her. Then she rose and quietly walked to the door to the room. Switching off the overhead light, she opened the door and peered out. Nobody was in sight. She listened and could hear nothing except the sound of the breeze moving through the trees outside. As she had hoped, everybody was asleep and everybody, except for one man, would remain that way.
Not bothering to close the door to her room behind her, she stepped down the hall toward the last room on the right. She had made careful note of that room earlier, because the last room on the left was Kari and Janice's room. Neal had been allocated the living room sofa for his bed.
Before the room she paused. A dim glow of light suffused from under the door. Apparently Mitch was still awake. Quietly, ever so quietly so as not to startle him, she turned the doorknob and gently pushed inward.
Then she closed the door quickly, so as not to be noticed.
Her heart throbbed somewhere in the middle of her throat and her temples pulsed like bass drums. Had she seen what she thought was in the bedroom? Was it possible her imagination was working overtime?
Not wanting to believe what she knew was the truth, she slowly opened the door a crack, so that she could peek in without being discovered. Again her eyes darted around the room, her heart pounding with angry excitement. There on the bed, naked and in each other's arms, were Janice and her stepfather-her Mitch!
She wanted to scream and run. It couldn't be possible, but her eyes told her it was true. Mitch was there, his mouth covering one of the fleshy mounds of his oldest stepdaughter's breasts. She tried to rationalize the scene, telling herself she had fallen asleep when she stretched out on the bed and was dreaming all this. It didn't work that what she was seeing was real. That rigid spike of aroused flesh spearing out from Mitch's loins was all too real to her.
It would have been bad enough to find Mitch with another woman, but with his own stepdaughter! Her whole body was hot and cold at the same time. She had to get out of the house. She had to wake Neal and have him take her home where she could lock out the scene she was witnessing, lock it out of her mind and her life forever.
But she couldn't move. Despite everything within her that urged her to run and hide, she couldn't move. Her eyes were glued with fascination to the man she had come to offer her body to and the sexy redhead who now lovingly stroked the erect column of his cock with her long fingers. Janice's fingers on her cock! Whether or not she wanted to admit it, her cunt was quickly filling with the juices of arousal. On more than one occasion since she discovered Neal was balling this girl's younger sister, she had fantasized her son making love to her. Now she stared at her man living those fantasies with his stepdaughter.
Her face flushed red with embarrassed excitement. She wanted to see Mitch fuck this girl. She wanted to watch as he plunged his massive cock into the silk-fringed hole of her cunt. Her tits heaved heavily as she gazed at the two lovers. Her tongue flicked over her lips. Her pussy ached with the dull throbbing of need.
As she watched, the redhead's legs eased apart, exposing the pink-lipped slash of her cunt for Marta's eyes. Then Mitch's hand was there and his finger wiggled up into the open slot of the girl's pussy. The young woman moaned, her own hand closing tightly around the unbending lance of her stepfather's sex wand.
"You hot little bitch," she heard him whisper. "There's enough juices in you to float an ocean liner."
"And enough to take this beautiful pussy pleaser of yours," the girl whispered back. Her hand jerked at him in a tight fist… "I want this! I want it so deep I can taste it in my mouth."
He rolled atop her, letting her hand guide his lance of lust to the moist lips of her vulva. "Now I'm going to fuck this tight pussy until you beg me to stop."
"Yesss," she hissed with definite relish. "Cram it in me, every inch of it. Cram it all the way to my mouth?"
His hips jerked up and he sagged into her. In one hard down stroke, he rammed every inch of his ponderous prick into the tight channel of her young cunt. He drilled deep, his hairy ball bag slapping lightly against the curves of her perky young ass.
"God! That's it!" the girl under him writhed as he skewered her wanton quim. "Sweet Jesus, I can't get enough of you! Fuck me! Fuck me bard and long!"
Up his ass jerked again, his buttocks tense like boulders of flesh. Marta could see the slick, shining length of his throbbing cock evacuate the redhead's pussy. Then he slammed forth, burrowing that long stalk of swollen man meat back into the heated recesses of her belly. The girl grunted under the heavy impact of his pelvis.
Again Marta attempted to divert her eyes from the scene she witnessed. But again she found it impossible. She never realized that two people in bed together could be so sexy to watch. That it was Mitch and Janice only added a wicked spice to the incident. As she gazed on, her hand slowly began to creep down toward the damp slit of her own cunt with the intent of relieving the growing desire that welled there.
"Harder " Janice urged her stepfather on. "Give it to me harder! Harder!"
His hips responded. Up and down he plowed into the oozing lips of her cunt. His cock, throbbing and hard, delved deeply, attempting to drive up into her mouth as she had requested. It was an impossible task, but he gave it one hell of a try.
The young girl's hands clawed at his buttocks. She pulled at him with needy urgency. She threw him into her body, worshipping the fat length of cock that filled her. She moaned as every inch of his magnificent plunger packed its way into the stretched confines of her oh, so tight pussy.
"Ahhharrggahhh!" he moaned, as she clamped the spongy folds of her cunt down around the pulsating stalk of his prick.
She was a slippery sluice of thick womanly juices. But not that slippery. When she squeezed those superb vaginal muscles he felt her along the total length of his manhood. The sensations were wonderful. It was like being trapped in a fiery volcano of lust-a trap he had no intention of making an escape from.
The tightness of Marta's cunt yearned for that swollen shaft. Had Mitch's head suddenly turned to the door and spotted her there peering in on him and his stepdaughter like some peeping Tom she would have been unable to move. Had he summoned her to him she would have come, no matter if she had just seen him fucking ten different women. She wanted him, wanted him as she had never wanted a man before in her life. Even the finger 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."