Robert Vickers

Raped stepdaughter

CHAPTER ONE

"Ummm, you know just the right things to do to make me feel good," Melissa whispered in her boyfriend's ear.

Grant snuggled a bit closer, his hand exploring the satiny skin of the sixteen-year-old's body. The slightly domed belly rapidly gave way to the furry pussy mound. His fingers laced through the soft, wet strands, promising the girl more than he was delivering.

"Go on. Run your fingers all the way. I want to feel them! Really feel them moving inside me."

He pretended ignorance and said, "What is it you want? Tell me." He wanted to hear her say it. "Your fingers, silly. I want you to finger fuck me. Go on and cram your fingers into my tight little cunt."

"Like this?"

"Ummm, oh God, yes! Yes! That's it!"

She writhed around on the bed, impaled by his middle finger. As he wiggled it deep in her twat, she thought she was going to come. The feelings building up in her trim, well-proportioned young body told her he was going to get her off soon.

Very soon.

"You're so wet," the youth mumbled. "I never felt a chick who got so wet in the crotch from just a little feeling around."

"I want more from you, Grant. I want this!" She squeezed down hard on his prick. He jumped but she kept her hand firmly around his cock. Now that she held it, she wasn't going to let go. He was all hers – his cock was hers, too!