Now her father's cock was very real and there it was in her mother's hand.
Emmylou wondered if they were going to fuck. The idea of that made Emmylou's pulse race and she made a sudden decision. If they were going to fuck, it was because they did not expect her home until later. That meant she might be able to spy on them.
Oh, yes, Emmylou thought. If they're going to fuck, I'm going to watch it.
She waited until they started moving towards the stairs.
They were on their way to their bedroom. Emmylou smirked as she saw how her mother held onto her father's cock as they began to climb the stairs.
Oh, yes, they'll fuck, Emmylou thought. Her father was leaving in the morning on a long trip and they would fuck now, in the afternoon.
She knew a place. On the side of the hill near the house there was a place where she could look right into the master bedroom.
Would they close the blinds up there?
Emmylou prayed they would leave the blinds open long enough for her to get a look at them fucking.
Oh, wow, Emmylou thought with a giggle.
So far this day had turned out to be the hottest day of the year!
She climbed up the hill as carefully as she could, and within moments she was in position behind a tree. She had a clear view right into the master bedroom. She could see the bed, the headboard, and even her mother's full-length mirror off to the side.
If only they wouldn't pull the blinds.
There they were. Emmylou held her breath as her parents walked into the bedroom.
Paula still held onto Ray's cock. Emmylou could see her father's prick more clearly now. It looked huge. Her mother's fist could hardly close around it.
Paula certainly did not look too happy. Well, that figures, Emmylou thought. She hates fucking him. She hates anything to do with sex.
It's a wonder I got born, Emmylou thought.
Paula had dropped Ray's cock now. They were undressing. Emmylou was mesmerized by the sight of her father's fat cock bouncing around as he moved. Then she looked at her mother and she found herself fascinated as Paula's lush body appeared.
She's got a great body, Emmylou thought. Her mother might not like sex, but she was certainly beautiful.
Big tits. Paula's boobs were naked now and the sight of them turned Emmylou on. Paula wore a C cup bra. The teenager hoped that someday soon her own tits would be as big as that. The boys went crazy when you had tits like that. Like cantalopes. Paula was a blonde like Emmylou and her tits had big pink nipples, fat juicy looking nipples that made Emmylou's mouth water.
It seemed crazy to the teenaged girl that she had this desire to suck her mother's tits, but there it was.
Now Ray was naked. He had a hairy body. His cock looked enormous, but so did his balls. He had big lowhanging nuts that swung back and forth as he moved.
Emmylou found her father's big balls as interesting as his cock. That's where the stuff was made, the jism that shot out to give a woman a baby. They were sexy. Emmylou wondered what her father's balls would feel like in her hand.
When Paula was naked, she lay down on the bed and pulled her knees back to her tits. For the first time in her life, Emmylou had a good look at her mother's pussy.
Paula's cunt was covered with a thick bush of light brown hair. Emmylou could see her mother and father talking about something.
Ray was standing there looking at Paula's cunt and Paula seemed to be objecting. She covered her pussy with her hands. Ray laughed and pulled her hands away and climbed into position between her thighs.
Outside the house, Emmylou trembled as she watched them. She couldn't see any more. Her father seemed to be fiddling with his cock.
He's putting it in, Emmylou decided. Her father was sticking his big prick inside her mother's pussy.
She was right. A moment later, her father's ass began pumping up and down as he fucked her mother.
"Oh, Jesus," Emmylou moaned. It seemed incredible that she was actually watching her parents fucking. She slipped a hand between her legs and fingered the crotch of her panties. She was soaking wet. Flowing like a waterfall.
Inside the bedroom, Ray suddenly stiffened and threw his head back.
Oh, God, he's coming! Emmylou thought.
Spellbound, she watched her father's asscheeks as they flexed again and again. She imagined the hot jism shooting out of his cock and into her mother's pussy.
A moment later Ray rolled off Paula's body, his cock limp and his chest heaving.
Paula reached down and pulled the sheet over them. Outside the house, Emmylou furiously rubbed her cunt to a climax and then fell away on the ground.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning when Paula opened her eyes, Ray was already gone. She thought about the previous afternoon, how they'd fucked on the bed in the afternoon light, how annoyed she'd been that Ray had deliberately spent time looking at her pussy.
She hated to be looked at like that. It was almost as if he was mocking her.
After he finished dumping his load of jism inside her cunt, she felt miserable. Then at last she went to the bathroom to wash her pussy.
Whenever Ray fucked her, she felt unclean. She sat on the toilet and let his muck run out of her cunthole and into the toilet bowl.
She remembered that now and she shivered with disgust.
It was a bright sunny morning and she had to get up. Ray would not be back for weeks and she had to get used to looking after things herself.
She stretched like a cat and threw the sheet off her body and finally left the bed.
In the bathroom she brushed her teeth and washed her face. Then she slipped into a robe and walked down the stairs to the kitchen to make some coffee.
Emmylou would be sleeping late this first day of her vacation. Paula knew Emmylou had been up late last night watching television.
After she poured her coffee, Paula sat at the kitchen table and idly turned the pages of the morning newspaper. She finished the first cup of coffee and rose up to get the second when the back door of the house suddenly opened and there was a man standing in the kitchen.
"Lord, you frightened me," Paula said, stepping back. "What is it, please? Who are you?"
It was then she saw the gun.
He grinned, waved the gun at her and said, "Sit down, lady. Just sit down and keep quiet."
Paula was sure she would faint, but she didn't. She obeyed his order and sat down at the kitchen table.
"Look," she said, "if you want money, I'll give it to you, but please go."
He chuckled and she didn't like the sound of it. "Who else is in the house?" he said.
"My husband."
"The hell he is, we saw him leave this morning. And it looks like he's going to be gone awhile. That's right, isn't it?"
"He's coming back this afternoon."
"You're lying, lady."
"What do you want?"
"Who else is in the house?"
"Only my daughter. She's upstairs asleep. Please don't hurt us."
Then the back door opened and another man appeared. He was a big man, bigger than the first man.
The big man said, "What's happening, Frankie?"
Frankie continued holding the gun on Paula and said, "Nothing's happening, dummy. I'm trying to find out who else is in the house. She says only her daughter. Go upstairs and see if there's a girl asleep up there and bring her down here." Then Frankie looked at Paula and said, "If there's anyone else in the house except your daughter, lady, I'll blow your fucking head off. Get the picture?"
"Yes."
"You better get it."
"Please, leave my daughter alone," Paula said. "She's only a little girl."
"You hear that, Vic? We got a little pussycat. Go upstairs and bring her down. And make sure she doesn't scratch your eyes out."