J S Bradley

Peeping family

CHAPTER ONE

He's going to fuck me!

Christine watched him come around the end of the sofa from the wet bar with the pair of drinks and knew in her mind that it was going to happen.

She felt her heart pound. She felt a thrill begin tingling through her belly, making her pussy-tunnel squirm warmly in a way it hadn't for nearly three years.

"Here, Mrs. Eglund – try this and see if it doesn't call forth faraway places and sugar-sand beaches under whispering palms for you and me."

He smiled handsomely and sat beside her. She looked into the glass and squeezed her thighs together to try to stop the quick, shameless bloating of her trembling cunt-lips.

"All that from one daiquiri?" she laughed softly, trying to sound flippant and sure of herself.

His hip slid against hers and made her catch her breath. He watched closely as she sipped the drink. She felt like jelly under his gaze. After all this time, it was a frightening feeling, and it made her wish he were Carl.

But he wasn't Carl. It wasn't three years ago, when she'd been deliriously happy, when Carl had sat beside her on this same sofa after Robin was asleep and she had pulled him down against her uplifted hips and drawn his prick deep into her quivering cunt.

Those nights were gone forever. It was the same sofa, the same balmy, tangy breeze coming in through the porch from the Gulf, the same feeling of softness and warmth and expectancy. But he wasn't the same man, whose prick had driven firmly into her succulent cunt until she'd whimpered and surged upward into orgasm.

Over the pounding of her heart, she could hear the gentle throb and hiss of the surf outside, and it occurred to her to remind him that she had a nice beach and whispering palms right outside.

"You need to use your imagination more, Chris," he said, whispering hotly into her ear, his warm breath puffing at the silky strands of her yellow hair. "You can't just bury yourself and stop using your imagination, or the world will pass you by."

His lips brushed against her cheek. She sucked in her breath and felt her tight, conical tits swell and harden, the pink nipples thrusting against the satin material of her dress.

The world and you, too, Logan? she wanted to ask.

She couldn't face him. She felt too jittery inside, knowing he was right, knowing that time was running out. "I haven't buried myself, Logan," she said weakly. "I just haven't gotten over…"

"It's been three years since Carl piled himself up in his Porsche, honey," he said bluntly. "What good is this beautiful house on the beach and the boat in back and all the money he left you, if you bury yourself in a hole of grief and won't come out and enjoy it?"

She looked at him quickly. "Is that what bothers you, Logan? That my money isn't being spent the way you think it should be?"

"Aw, come on, Chris. What is this? Do you think I'm after your money? Is that really what you think? By God, let's get it out in the open – right now!"

"You wouldn't be the first," she said tightly. "A rich widow, left alone in the prime of her life…"

"A beautiful widow, younger than prime," he smiled, half mocking her. "I've told you a hundred times, you don't look thirty-five. You look younger than I do, tall and willowy and slim and absolutely delicious."

"Easy pickings for some young stud to sweep off her feet, with a daughter who's just…"

"Just as beautiful as her mother, even if she is only fifteen, with high, thrusting tits and a twitch in her tight little ass that only a lecherous stepfather's prick could quiet."

"Oh, shut up!" Christine cried, gasping at the suggestion. Even though the thought had occurred to her before, she couldn't help but notice the slight smile on his mouth when he said it.

"And let's not forget old Midnight over there, snoring away with his head between his paws. Surely there must be a place in the grand and treacherous scheme for a black Labrador. Let's see, now – hush up that wailing sound of self-pity and let me think of a way to use the dog in my sinister plot."

"Logan, stop making fun of me!" Chris cried again.

He looked at her deadpan. "Stop accusing me. Stop thinking the worst of me, when I've given you no reason to. I love you, Chris – not the money Carl left you. Not your constant memory of Carl that won't let me get near you."

"Logan, I didn't…"

"He's gone, Chris. I'm here. I'm handsome and intriguing and bright and young and good-natured. And I want you."

She looked at him, her blue eyes running over his features. It would be so much simpler if he weren't big and blond, the way Carl was, if he didn't have nearly the same way of teasing her for her fears that Carl had.

When she said nothing for a long moment, his eyes went cool. He stood up. She knew the moment of decision was there. She couldn't help staring straight ahead at his crotch, seeing the bulge of his cock and balls inside the tight pants.

Her cunt seemed to crush down on itself as if giving out a scream of protest for the long absence of hard, thrusting cock to wrap itself around and suck into its depths.

God, it had been so long!

She lifted her arms to him, feeling anguished inside. "Oh, Carl, don't go away…" She clapped her hand over her mouth and stared at him with wide eyes, feeling as if she could die.

After an eternity, a small smile came to his lips. "See?" he whispered. "Do you see what makes it so tough for me, Chris?"

"Logan, I'm sorry! I don't know how… it just… just slipped out, Logan!"

He sighed. "Maybe you're right, Chris. Maybe you need more time tucked away in your dark, insulating cave after all. But I… I don't think I'll be around when you decide to come out, Chris. I don't think I can wait that long."

"Logan, don't do this to me!" she wailed, putting her hands to her face.

"I'm not doing it to you, Chris. You're doing it to yourself. You're overly suspicious. I don't want your money. I want you." He sighed again. "I can see it was a bad mistake to mention that idea of a shrimp farm to you. I can get the money somewhere else. I just thought you and I could… that with the two of us working together, we could…"

"Oh, God!" Chris cried. "It's got nothing to do with anything, Logan! I swear it hasn't! I… Logan, I… want you, too!"

She gasped. She sucked in her breath. She felt her pulse pound wildly. She felt the responsive flapping of her bloated pussy-lips, as if the sweltering, abandoned, depths of her cunt were giving out a lusty cheer.

She felt a current of shame run through her. She thought back on the words her mind had voiced a little while ago – that he was going to fuck her.

Not that he wanted to. Not that he was going to try to. But that he was going to fuck her. It was an admission of her mind that she would cooperate. It was a realization now that she'd known she would let him.

She gasped and hugged her arms shamelessly around his hips. She pressed the side of her head against his crotch. She felt the bulging wealth of his cock and balls, and another shiver passed through her sex-starved body as she begged forgiveness from herself.

"I want you, too, Logan," she rasped huskily, repeating it, letting them both know that she was his.

"Where's Robin?" he whispered, his own voice husky. He put his hand on the back of her head and pressed her face more tightly into his crotch.

"She went to the movies with Pete."

"Thorne Bast's kid?"

"Yes. Oh, Logan, I…" she gasped, wishing she could withdraw into safety again.

"Huh-uh," he said firmly. "You're not backing out this time, Chris. I've left here with a hard, frustrated cock too many times to suffer through it again. We're going to settle this, Chris. We're going to lie right here and fuck. I'm going to lift you right up out of that hole you're buried in on the spear of my cock, and you're going to start living again!"

"No… the bedroom…" she whimpered, feeling the stiffening length of his prick under her cheek, feeling the warmth of it come through his pants and ignite her body.

"Huh-uh," he said again. "Not there. I've got enough to overcome with you. I don't need ghosts, too."

"All right, Logan," she gasped, knowing what he meant, knowing that she had wanted it there so that Carl's memory would give her the strength to resist.

There was a groan from the corner of the room that startled her – like a groan from the past, a warning not to yield. Midnight lifted up and stretched and yawned grandly, his tongue curled into a loop, his teeth catching the light. Then he circled and looked at them and thumped his tail against a table leg before collapsing to the floor again.

"Put him out, Logan," Chris whispered quickly.

Logan looked at the black dog and then back at the blonde at his waist. His prick throbbed heavily. He tangled his fingers into the yellow silk of her hair and tugged gently, hearing her gasp of passion. He licked his lips and moaned softly and then released her.

There would be time for that later…

Chris watched him go over to Midnight and call him towards the door. The dog wanted to sleep, but he got up and padded onto the porch at Logan's command.

Few men got along with Midnight. Or maybe it was the other way around. But Midnight liked Logan. She felt good inside about that. It was a good sign. It was something she could trust.

He came back towards her. The hump at his crotch was plain now. She looked at it and felt her pussy clambering for its first cock in three years.

She felt dizzy with the knowledge that she'd gone that long without fucking. She'd had plenty of chances, it wasn't that. There was the loyalty to Carl, the memory of him, the fear that nobody would ever measure up to him.

It wasn't that she was sexless, either. But she'd found a solution to salve her jittering pussy and keep herself from becoming prey to the unscrupulous studs who had fluttered around her for the first two years, wanting all the goodies that Carl had left behind.

The solution hadn't been enough lately. Finger-fucking was fine for a while. It could take care of the burning need. It was fine in the dark of night when she would awaken with her pussy aflame and dripping between her thighs and her hips pumping up and down as if there were a prick thrusting into her cunt.

She could spread her thighs and move her hands between her legs and make her fingers swirl over her honeyed cunt-mouth and straining clit, make them massage the bloated lips and even venture into the slick, wet haven of her cunt in imitation of a big cock.

But the time had come now when she wanted a real one, a hard one, a cock that spurted and boiled slick sperm into her depths and bathed her flaming pussy walls to put out the fire inside her.

She saw it. It was coming towards her, hard and long. She could see the full line of the throbbing shaft inside his pants, and she couldn't suppress the little shiver rippling through her body.

She wanted it. Even if it wasn't Carl's, she wanted to be fucked by that hard, thrusting prick!

"Ohhhhhh, God…" she moaned softly, lying back on the couch before he was even over her, shameless and hot.

He paused. He gazed on her slim, willowy form, seeing the clear outline of her thrusting, firm tits under the satiny material of the green dress.

He ran his eyes over the pinch of her waist, the sweet curves of her hips, the way the material dipped between her thighs and outlined the vee of her pussy.

He saw the trim thighs, the long legs, slightly parted now, the undercurve of her tight ass. He saw the blue eyes, hooded with passion, the slackness of her red, full lips, the fine chiseling of her nose and chin.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered.

"Don't watch me like that, Logan," she moaned, turning her head to the side. "I feel obscene!"

She closed her legs. He stood beside the couch and reached down gently and slid his hand between them, running it high up between her soft inner thighs, pushing the skirt up to the triangle of her slick panties.

Her legs opened again as if under their own will. She knew her pussy was draining syrupy honey into the crotch of her panties, soaking them, leaving a dark, sticky streak on them that he could see and feel.

"Ohhhhh, God…" she gasped thickly, feeling her cunt-lips shudder with the touch of the tip of his finger.

"So ready," he whispered. "So hot and yearning and ready! Chris, how could you go so long without it!"

"Ohhhhh, don't-don't torture me, Logan! I feel so shameless like this! Do it! Hurry and do it and get it over with!"

Her hips pumped up and down wantonly. They circled and shifted. She felt the give of the sofa cushion under her tight, round ass-cheeks, the heat steaming up from between her legs.

"You don't look shameless," he said. "You look like a Girl Scout, all green and yellow and pretty."

A peal of hiccuping laughter left her lips and made her shake all over. She put her arm over her eyes and gave him an affectionate oath. It was just the kind of thing Carl would have said.

Because her eyes were covered, she didn't see the way his prick pounded with quick urgency in his pants or the way his eyes shifted from her squirming body to the framed snapshot on the coffee table – the one of Robin in her bikini that was taken a year ago on her fourteenth birthday.

He undid his belt. He pushed down his pants. Chris heard the rustle of clothing and drew her arm away. She stared at the thrust of his big prick, the throbbing redness of it jutting from the snarl of blond pubes.

"Oh, my God!" she cried heatedly.

Her pussy-mouth jumped and spasmed around the tip of his finger. She felt the slick nylon of her panties being pressed into her puffy, drenched gash, and she knew there was no way she could back out of it now.

What was worse, she didn't want to back out of it. She wanted that big cock up her sweltering cunt!

"Olihhhh, Logan – do it! Take my panties off! Stick that thing inside me! Ahhhhh, God, I want it!"

He leaned towards her, his prick throbbing. He fixed his gaze on her soft, slack lips. He saw the tip of her pink tongue just inside the white, even line of her teeth.

"Then take it, Chris," he whispered.

She stared at the slitted knob. She saw the gleam of oil there. She watched him angle the strong prick-shaft right towards her parted lips. She licked the soft surfaces. She felt hypnotized. She felt as if she were going to suck his cock into [missing text].

"Ohhhhh, take them off, Logan!" she gasped, turning her head to the side again, her chest heaving with her quick breaths.

He slid his hands up the outsides of her hips, pushing the skirt high, baring her slick white bikini panties. He kneaded her hips, his fingers curling around towards the firm meat of her ass-cheeks, her mouth against her will, even though it was her pussy-mouth that screamed for it.

"Ohhhhhh, no, Logan – no!" she gasped finally. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"

He backed away after a moment's reluctance. He let out a small sigh of resignation that she didn't catch and sat on the edge of the sofa near her churning hips. His prick throbbed at the sight of her red, pursed lips.

That, too, could come later…

Chris moaned and opened her thighs shamelessly, letting him see the dark wetness flowing from her cunt-gap, the puffy mounds of her bloated, parted pussy-lips, the little crinkles her honey-yellow pubes made.

His fingertip ran up and down her pantied slit and twirled slightly at the top of her cleft, making her clit sing and pulse.

"Ahhhhh, my God! Take them off and fuck me!" she cried.

"Huh-uh, baby," he rasped. "You've got to do some of this yourself. You slip them off. Bare your hot cunt to me and spread your pussy-lips with your fingers, and let your cunt talk to me. Let it smack its lips and tell my hard cock to come inside. Reach, Chris – reach out and stop expecting everything to come to you."

"Ohhhhh, God…" she moaned, shame creeping over her again.

His hands wouldn't stop. They massaged her inner thighs. They swept up and down her pantied twat. They gently massaged her flat tummy and squeezed her tits and moved all over her flaming, yearning body.

"Be a part of this, Chris," he whispered again, pressing his warm, wet lips high on her inner thigh. "I don't want you telling me afterwards that I fucked you, that I forced you. I want you to be able to say that we did it to each other."

"Ohhhhhh…" she moaned again, jittering all over, squeezing her thighs around his hand as he slipped his finger inside the legband of her panties and swept it up and down through the silky, drenched meat of her pussy-gap.

She knew what he wanted. She hated him for it, and yet she felt another emotion besides – a kind of grudging admiration. He wasn't going to let her hide at all. If she wanted to be fucked right now, she was going to have to make a positive move, take a step away from Carl's memory on her own.

She weaved her hips and ass around in circles, making her clit brush against the tip of his finger. She began to gasp. He chuckled softly and removed his finger, and she knew he'd caught her again, unwilling to let her come in such a sneaky manner.

"Ahhhhh, my God!" she gasped. "All right – all right!" She yanked her skirt up her slim waist as high as it would go. She lifted her hips, raising her tight, round ass-cheeks from the cushion. She put her hands at the sides of her slim hips and slid them downward.

Her fingers slid under the waistband and pushed. The panties foiled down her hips. They slid off her pussy-mound, baring the honey-yellow curls over it.

The nylon clung to her sticky, soaked pussy-lips and tugged gently. She lifted her legs, bending her knees. She rolled the panties down the slim, trim, long legs and let them slip from her fingers to the floor.

"There!" she gasped, lifting her head enough to look at him through hooded eyes. She put one leg over his head and rested her foot on the floor, opening her cunt to him shamelessly. "Ohhhhh, God, there! Fuck me! God, fuck me!"

Logan looked at her spread pussy. He saw the parted lips, bloated and drenched, soft and silky on the inner surfaces, pink with heat. He saw the sparse thatch of hair over her twat, and his prick pounded at the way he could look right through the covering, as if it weren't even there.

Her pubes hid nothing. Rather, they were like frosting on the delectable meat of her honeyed cunt. If her face looked young, then her cunt was even younger – like a little girl's freshly sprouting patch of fuzz.

His prick throbbed and beat. He licked his lips and stared fixedly at the sight of her youthful twat, and he scooped his hands under her naked ass, lifting her hips high.

"Ohhhh, Logan!" she gasped.

He fairly dove at her cunt. His tongue was already thrusting between his lips when his face came against her twat and his tongue speared into her gash and twirled.

"Ahhhh, God!" Chris cried, bucking upward, her cheeks tightening to hard knots in his hands.

His tongue slurped and twirled over her pussy. It darted into her watering cunt-mouth and stabbed deep through the slippery, silken folds.

"Ahhhhh – no! No! Ohhhh, don't do that, Logan! Fuck me! God, don't make me come like that! Don't suck… ahhhhhh, fuck me, hurry!"

Her pussy-mouth jittered and flapped around his tongue. Her cunt-petals sucked and pressed against his lips, returning his fevered kisses, his wild tasting of her musky twat.

He licked and slurped at her running pussy, his fingers kneading into the firm meat of her ass, his hands lifting her twat to his face and making her thighs spread wide and open.

Chris tossed and churned, her head whipping back and forth on the cushion. Her hands went to her crotch. She pushed at his head and moaned raggedly.

"Don't do that! Fuck me! Ohhhh, God, fuck me!"

Logan lifted. He watched her pussy-mouth suck and pulse and run freely. He shook his head with a short motion and blinked, as if coming out of some kind of momentary madness.

He took his prick in his hand and jacked it. He lifted his gaze from the ready, eager pussy in front of him and looked at the snapshot of Robin again. His cock throbbed to the point of eruption.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Chris cried, lifting up, her hand searching for his prick.

Logan snapped his head back from the picture. He grinned heatedly. He let her grasping fingers wrap around his prick and pull the pulsing shaft towards her open cunt.

"Ahhhh, in me – in me!" she gasped.

He leaned forward. She held the stiff shaft and, swept the pulsing head up and down her gushing gap, her hips bucking and jerking so wildly she couldn't get the broad cock-head into her shivering hole.

Logan let out a breath of air, somewhat like a sigh, and helped her, pressing forward.

"Yaaaaah!" she cried sharply.

She gasped and gasped. She felt her pussy-lips wrap around the wide head of his cock. She felt the pressure behind his hips as he bored into her cunt-tunnel.

She felt nearly virginal. It had been so long since a prick had stretched open her cunt-tunnel that she was incredibly tight around his shaft – deliciously, juicily tight.

"Oh, my God," Logan gasped softly, the sound of surprise in his voice.

"Ahhhhh, God, it's been so long!" Chris moaned under him, lifting up to meet his sliding thrust. "I didn't know my pussy would be this tight! Ohhhh, Logan fuck! Fuck!"

"For God's sake, Chris, you don't have to apologize!" he gasped heatedly.

He bore into her twat, his prick throbbing forcefully. He hadn't expected this. Not from a woman of thirty-five. Not from a baby-stretched mother's cunt. Not only did her pussy look like a little girl's pussy, it felt like one!

Slick and tight. Incredibly silky and smooth around his flaming prick. It quivered all up and down its muscular length. Her cunt-mouth gripped the root of his prick and squeezed reflexively, sucking inward, milking and shivering around his cock.

He lay against her. He felt the youthful trimness of her willowy body, the hardness of her tits. He pounded his hips against hers, and he felt pleased with the way she lifted her twat up to meet every stroke, whimpering and gasping.

He opened his mouth. He dove downward, mashing his lips against hers, sucking and drawing, making his tongue thrust between her soft lips into her hot, open mouth.

"Ohhhhh, God – God!" Chris gasped, feeling stuffed with his cock, feeling wanton and lustful with the way her thighs were wrapped around his hips.

Somehow, though, it was one thing to yield to his plunging, fucking cock, and another to feel his lips against hers and his tongue washing around inside her mouth.

That was like betrayal. She couldn't take that. Not yet.

She tore her mouth from his and turned her head to the side, not allowing him to kiss her and yet thrusting her twat up around his root and sucking along the length of his dick with her silken muscles.

She couldn't believe the sensations shooting through her body. She'd had no idea it would be like this again. She'd thought she would be able to control herself more than this, even after going without a fuck for so long.

But there was the sturdy beat of his hips against hers. She felt the pound and mash of his pubic bone against her straining, pulsing clit. She felt the long, stuffing run of his prick into her body, the withdrawal of it, the coiling of his hips for the next sliding run, and the way her pussy opened and accepted and hungered for more and more!

She felt her emotions climbing higher and higher toward that blinding peak. She felt the smoothness of her circling hips become jerky and quick with passion.

She knew suddenly that Logan had been right – that she had buried herself in some kind of hole, where it had been safe and secure with just the memories of Carl there.

But now she was coming out of it, faster and faster, with each pumping thrust of his cock, as if it were the handle of some kind of jack that he pumped up and down, lifting her inch by gasping inch.

"Oh! Oh, Logan!" she cried sharply.

"Yeah, baby, do it! Come! God, your pussy's driving me wild! Come, Chris! Let it all go!"

"Yes!" she cried, shuddering, gasping for breath, clinging to him, crossing over that line of no return. "Ohhhhhh, YES!"

She squeaked thinly. She wanted to scream. If it had been Carl fucking her, she would have screamed. She would have glued her mouth to his and thrashed shamelessly, and she would have held back nothing of herself.

But he wasn't Carl. She couldn't forget that. She couldn't let herself go completely.

She compressed her lips and moaned in the back of her throat and lifted the last inch. She felt her pussy open wide and then clamp down around his cock and shudder with violent pulsations of a sturdy, pounding orgasm that swept all through her supple body.

"Eeee!" she cried tightly, pulling his head into the hollow of her shoulder, quivering mightily against him.

She felt his answering throbs. She felt his cock dance at the back of her cunt. She heard his hoarse cough and then felt the driving plunge of his hips against hers as he ground down on top of her twat and poured his steaming load into her cunt.

"Ahhhhhhhgh!" he yelled throatily, his head turned.

His cock bucked and jerked inside her tight pussy. His sperm boiled up through the tube of his prick and splashed against her pussy walls, foaming and bubbling.

His eyes were open. He stared towards the table. The picture was there – the picture of Robin. Her body was golden tan from the sun. Her yellow hair was like a cloud of silk about her young, pretty face.

She was running along the beach towards the camera in her white bikini, laughter playing at her lips, her tits in the midst of a bouncing, jiggling arc, her legs spread in the frozen act of running.

Between them, right where her crotch curved under her torso, there was a faint indentation that outlined the lips of her puffy, silky twat and indicated the center of ripe pinkness that lay just under the covering of white fabric.

That was where he stared.

His prick spat and spat into her mother's hungry cunt until the hole was flooded and overflowing with his slippery sperm.

CHAPTER TWO

"Robin – my God! We shouldn't… oh, Jesus, Robin, we shouldn't be standing here watching them!" Pete gasped.

He stood behind her, moaning and moving his bare feet up and down in the warm, dry sand at the side of the house. Yet, he continued to stare over her shoulder and press up against her back and watch Logan Gorman eat and lick at her mother's dripping, spread cunt.

Robin shivered all over, feeling sexual thrills chase through her young body. With each lap of Logan's tongue, she felt her own pussy twitch and quiver.

She also felt a sense of disgust with Pete. That was just the kind of thing she'd have expected him to say at a time like this.

Even though Pete was two years older than she was, being seventeen, he seemed sexually retarded or something. He never touched her. He didn't cup her tits or smooth his hand over her round, firm ass when he kissed her. Hell, he hardly had the courage to kiss her!

He loved her, he said. So much that he couldn't bring himself to do dirty things with her for fear of offending her, and he respected her too much to do to her what the other guys his age did to their girls.

For a long time, that had made Robin feel happy and very special. But lately, ever since Logan had been coming around to see her mother, Robin had begun to feel differently.

She'd begun wishing Pete would fondle her tits and squeeze her shivering ass-cheeks and finally pull out his stiff, throbbing cock and fuck her virginal pussy open with it.

Well, maybe he would now. Maybe by watching Logan lick at her mother's cunt, he'd get the idea and do it to hers.

"Ohhhhh, Pete!" she whispered quietly, excitement thrilling through her voice. "Look at him eat Mom's cunt! God, I can't believe she's really letting him do it!"

"Boy, she's really letting him, all right," Pete gasped beside her ear. "And we know for sure that she's letting him, because we watched her slip her panties off by herself. She can't say he's raping her, by gosh!"

If she hadn't been so engrossed in the scene on the sofa, Robin would have turned around and hit him. He always thought of dumb things like that – the little things, missing the big, main points. He would notice that Logan still had his shirt on, instead of watching the head of the big, pulsing cock throb or the way her mother's clit strained and quivered from the top of her wet cleft.

"Ohhhh, his prick's so big, Pete! Look at it!" Robin gasped, her thighs squeezing tightly together around the bloated, tingling lips of her sweet pussy.

"Yeah," Pete gulped, his voice thick with jealousy for the way she was paying so much attention to Logan's cock and lapping tongue. As if to remind her who her boy friend was, he pressed up behind her, daring to let the pounding prick in his pants rest against her round, tight ass-cheeks.

Robin was leaning over slightly, trying to keep a low profile in the window at the side of the house. She wore tight yellow shorts and a halter top.

"God, this is sure better than that dumb movie we were watching," she whispered. "I'm glad we left early. Ohhhhh, look, Pete! He's going to – ohhhh, he's fucking her! He's fucking Mom! I can't believe it! Ahhhhhh!"

Both pairs of young eyes bulged. They watched the heavy meat of Logan's cock slide into the red, quivering pussy-hole. They watched Chris lift up and swallow the cock with her eager cunt and shudder all over, and they could hear her moans of pleasure.

"Gaaaaah," Pete groaned, unable to stop watching, unable to keep from pressing more tightly against Robin's tight, round ass and exciting little shorts.

Robin watched the long, hard length of Logan's prick plow into her mother's spread, drooling cunt, and she gasped harshly. She felt her pulse pound. She felt her virginal cunt tingle and throb in the way it had begun to do over the last year or so.

"Ohhhhh, Pete, look at the way his dangling balls slap against her upturned asshole! Ahhhhh, Pete, is your prick that big? Is it, Pete?" She rubbed her rump back and forth against his pressing crotch and gasped excitedly. "I can feel your prick, Pete! I feel it against my butt! Ohhhh, it's so hard!"

"Robin!" he cried. "God!" He broke into a sudden sweat at being discovered. His cock jerked wildly in his pants. Then he nearly shot his wad all over himself as he felt her hand slip around behind her tight little ass and run along his thigh, up towards his crotch.

"Is your prick as big and hard as Logan's, Pete?" she whispered tremulously.

Her exploring fingers found the answer. They brushed over the stiff, hard line of his cock, testing the girth, then running swiftly up and down to feel the length of it.

Pete gasped and gasped. He knew he should back away and tell her to stop making him be dirty, but he couldn't move. Her fingers thrilled up and down his prick and then wrapped around the hard stalk through his pants, squeezing. It was the first time she'd ever touched his prick. Shit, it was the first time any girl had touched it.

"Robin!" he groaned, his prick bucking threateningly. "Ohhhhhh, God, what are you doing?"

"Ahhhhh, Pete – it is big!" she moaned, breathing harshly. "Oh, press it up against my ass harder!"

"Oh, Robin…" he whimpered, his mouth opening and closing with the agony inside him. "I don't want to do something that'll make you mad at me! I don't want to do that at all!"

"You'll make me mad if you don't press this hard cock into the crack of my ass, Pete Bast," she whispered firmly.

"You want me to? Do you really want me to do that?"

"Yes! And maybe some other things, too!"

"Ohhh, why did we have to leave the movie early!" he wailed.

His cock throbbed wildly in her hand. He felt as if he were ready to blow all restraint and self-control right out through the trembling shaft.

He glanced down at the top of her head. He saw the yellow hair gleaming in the light from the window. He saw the smooth curve of her supple young spine, the round, pert flare of her tight ass weaving backward towards him. The yellow shorts were stretched over her butt-cheeks like a second skin.

He glanced through the window and saw the way Mr. Gorman was now drilling his big prick into Mrs. Eglund's stretched, glistening pussy-hole, the way the faint golden pubes hid nothing of her slit from his sight, and his cock nearly went off.

How many times had he dreamed of doing that to Robin! Of watching her trim young legs open and her pink, lightly downed slit spread heatedly for his prick!

God, he would dream of that and beat on his meat until he was thrashing wildly and spewing his young sperm all over his hips and belly, and yet… and yet he couldn't do more than just dream about it. He just couldn't treat her like a slut! But she was asking for it now, asking to feel his hard cock in the deep groove of her tight ass. That and maybe more…

Oh, what to do – what to do!

He nearly yelped. There was movement in the seagrapes beside the house. Then an inky shadow came padding through the sand towards them, blacker than the night itself.

Just as he knew it couldn't be Robin's mother coming around to catch him peeping through the window, he heard the faint panting and felt the hairy thump of a tail against his leg. Then Midnight sat in the sand and grinned up at them, tongue lolling, white teeth picking up a stray shaft of light.

"Ohhhh, Pete, they're fucking faster and faster!" Robin moaned. "They're going to come! Ohhhhh, that big prick is going to squirt hot syrup into my mother's pussy and flood her cunt! Pete – press up against my ass! God, Pete, do more than that! Fuck me! I want you to fuck me, too!"

"Ahhhhhh, Robin," Pete strangled, "Don't say that!" With a sudden feeling of self-disgust, he realized he was on the verge of sobbing.

Midnight wriggled beneath Robin's legs, demanding attention. When he didn't get it right away, he lapped out with his long, wet tongue and slurped along her thigh.

"Eeeee, God!" Robin moaned softly, her knees suddenly going rubbery.

She spread them slightly. She reached down and guided Midnight's head high up between her thighs. He slurped again, his wet tongue running over her clothed crotch.

"Yes – yes!" she cried huskily, shaking all over now.

She remembered the way Logan's tongue had licked and slurped at her mother's pussy, and she shivered all over. She tore her eyes from the sight of their fucking for just a moment and glanced down at the dark, sleek head of her dog.

Midnight had his nose pressed into her crotch. He was sniffing with great interest at the heady aroma wafting from her virginal pussy. He licked again and again at the trace of cunt-honey that had seeped from her bloated twat-lips and had soaked through the material of slick panties and tight shorts.

He did it eagerly, as if he loved the flavor. His nose and tongue massaged Robin's heated, spread pussy-lips and made them slide together inside her shorts and panties.

She felt suddenly dizzy. Who the hell needed a jerk like Pete!

With a gasping sound of heat, she reached for the fastenings of her shorts, undid them in the darkness, then pushed shorts and panties down over her tight ass and young hips, baring her pussy to Midnight's lapping tongue and sniffing nose.

She braced her legs wide apart, centering her twat over his head, letting him tip up and snort and lick at her heated, running cunt all he wanted to.

She clutched at the window sill with both hands, leaning over, trying to thrust her ass back against Pete and dip her pussy down towards Midnight's wonderful tongue at the same time.

She shook all over and moaned heatedly, but apparently Pete hadn't noticed what she'd done, because he was still staring through the window over her head, breathing harshly.

Robin looked. She felt a double thrill, a triple one. She was watching her mother getting her pussy fucked to a wild, shaking orgasm. She was getting her own virginal pussy licked and massaged by Midnight's wet, slithering tongue. And it was happening right under Pete's dumb nose without his even being aware of it!

"Ah!" she gasped sharply. "Ahhhh, my God!"

She began to shake hard. Her hips pumped. She couldn't believe the wonderful sensations Midnight's washing, snakelike tongue was giving her.

It beat the hell out of finger-fucking. A few months ago, she'd discovered the joys her fingers could bring her when she circled them over her straining clit and rubbed them up and down her slippery pussy-slit. But a wet, hot tongue was better than anything she'd thought of to do to herself yet.

"Oh, Robin… honey, don't be mad at me!" Pete gasped suddenly.

He pressed his crotch up against her naked butt. Only he didn't know it was naked. Having taken the daring step of pushing his cock against her, he was still too modest to look down at what he was doing.

"Ahhhh, your rear feels so hot and firm against my pr… against my thing!"

"Your prick!" Robin cried with frustrations. "Ohhhhh, damn you, Pete, call it a prick! God, take your cock out of your pants and fuck it into my cunt! Oh! Ohhhhh, Pete! Honey, hurry! I'm going to come! Fuck me, fuck me!"

He gasped violently, as if he couldn't believe that just pressing his throbbing rod against her butt would make her want to come. He looked down then. He saw the gleam of her naked ass, the smooth, white flesh of her round cheeks, the deep shadow of her tight cleft, and he gasped again.

"Oh God, Robin! What are you doing!" he cried.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned, tipping her head back, her ass weaving and swaying, her thighs turning outward to give Midnight free and wanton access to her sweltering, shivering cunt.

The dog was going wild. It had taken him a moment to explore the scent and the flavor of her sweet virginal pussy-juice. He'd decided he liked it.

His snout was thrusting between her thighs now, his tongue lapping broadly at her cunt-mouth as if he were licking from a leaking hole in a vat of yummy molasses. His tongue battered her pussy-lips, jigging the firm flesh, making them puff and swell to unbelievable proportions and spread wide open to reveal her pink, muscular hole.

Her thin yellow patch of pussy hair was drenched by her fresh juice and his slavering tongue, and they were plastered over her mound and the outer edges of her cunt-lips like yellow moss coated with sticky honey.

When Midnight tried to drill his curling tongue into her cunt-mouth and pierce towards the source of the delicious juice, it was all over for Robin.

She tipped her head back. Her spine bowed gracefully. Her tight ass-cheeks clamped and spasmed around the hard rod imbedded between them and lying along the shadowy groove.

Her tits jutted into her halter top, the fresh, pink nipples threatening to punch right through the material. She had never felt her tits balloon to such hard cones before, and the sensation made her gasp even more.

She rocked and shuddered, orgasmic waves sweeping through her young body. Her pussy-mouth fluttered and spasmed, battered and licked all the while by Midnight's incessant tongue, the end of it rasping over the red tip of her flaming clit.

Honey poured from her hole, coating his greedy tongue, making the dog lap faster and harder. At the same time, she felt the stiff shaft of Pete's cock throbbing and jerking against the groove of her ass, his pants material rubbing at her pulsing asshole and making it blaze with sensation.

"Yaaaaaagh!" she yelled, unable to care whether her mother and Logan heard her shout of passion or not.

But then Pete leaned along her back and clamped his hand over her mouth, muffling the noise. He shushed her again and again. He tried to hold onto her jerking, spasming body, and his arm went around her chest so that his hand completely covered her tit.

"Oh! Oh, God!" he whimpered, realizing that his hand was filled with hard, firm, big-nippled tit-flesh at last. He felt the way her ass-cheeks clenched around his jerking rod, as if the naked globes were trying to milk the sperm right out of his balls.

He hung on. He felt terrible, touching her and mauling her like this, but he couldn't stop the way his hips began pumping up against her shaking butt.

At the same time, there was a groan from the sofa, and he looked up to see Mr. Gorman grind his hips downward between Mrs. Eglund's widespread thighs.

The naked ass-cheeks shuddered. The womanly hips lifted and tossed, and even the sucking sounds of wet, spasming pussy-flesh around spurting prick came through the window.

Pete sucked in his breath. It caught in his lungs and stopped him from making another sound. He couldn't protest when Robin turned in his grip and squatted on her heels in front of him.

He could only look down and see the way her knees were spread wide, and her thighs were drenched with moisture, and her hot, wet, pink little pussy-hole sucked and spasmed at him.

He could see that her halter had slipped when she'd turned, and that one of her fresh, pink-nippled tits was jutting right towards him from her chest.

He could see the way Midnight kept pushing his sleek, black head in between her thighs and the way his long tongue kept licking and licking at her gash.

He realized then that it hadn't been his pants-covered prick pressing against her butt that had made her come and yell so loudly. Midnight had been licking her cunt!

His prick nearly exploded in his pants. He felt her fingers fumbling with his fly, and that didn't help. He tried to speak, to tell her not to go any farther, but he only made strangling sounds.

Then his cock sprang from the gap in his pants and burst into the warm night air. He saw Robin stare right at the pulsing, swollen head. He saw her eyes go wide as she caught sight of the glimmering string of oil drooling from the big slit.

Wide with what? Shock? Hatred for him now? He wanted to fling his arm over his eyes and bawl.

"Ahhhhhh, fuck me, Pete!" she cried weakly.

She held his cock. Her hand slid up and down it. Her palm smeared over the oily tip, and he knew she would be utterly repulsed by his shamelessly leaking shaft. To make matters worse, if she didn't stop jacking him like that, he was going to do more than just leak. He was going to blast a bucket of hot sperm right into her face.

He thought of how terrible that would be. He would spatter her lips and chin. His prick would hose against her tits, until the stuff was drooling down her belly to her – to her pussy!

Midnight whipped his head around at just that moment. He saw the throbbing rod of flesh jutting towards him. He caught a whiff of its scent. His tail whipped back and forth with excitement. He took a last lap at his mistress' pussy and then lapped at the pulsing, velvety rod of prick.

"Yaaaaaah!" Pete wailed, sound finally breaking through the barrier in his throat.

His balls pumped. His prick exploded. The wet, rasping tongue licking up along the bottom of his cock-head had done it. That and the way Robin's fingers were circled around the base – and all the rest of it.

Sperm blew from his cock like never before. The stuff hosed in a strong jet, squirting against Midnight's muzzle and spraying off onto Robin's bare, pink-nippled tit. A sticky stream flowed from her nipple and drooled onto her naked thigh.

And then Midnight was licking and licking at the spurting stream, just the way he'd take a drink from the garden hose. His tongue tip battered the pulsing, spraying cock-head with each lap, and the direction of flow changed erratically, jets of sperm shooting this way and that.

He saw one spurt onto Robin's lips. He felt her fingers tighten around the base of his prick as if with shock, and he knew he'd really messed everything up now.

Not only had he made a shameless spectacle of himself, but he'd sullied her beautiful, kissable mouth in the process.

He wanted to die.

"Ohhhhh, Pete! What a beautiful prick! What a hot cock! What yummy stuff hosing out of it! Ohhhhh, darling, fuck me – fuck me!" Robin cried.

"Ohhhhh, God!" Pete wailed. "I'm sorry, Robin! I'm sorry!"

But she wasn't listening. She was pulling him towards her by his prick, nuzzling her cheek against the hard, drooling shaft, sliding her fingers along it, reaching into the gap for his balls.

"Come with me, Pete!" she gasped huskily.

She rose to her feet. She plastered her young, willowy body against his, moving her chest so that her slippery tit slid over his shirt, which blotted up the sperm on the conical slope.

She lifted his stiff, throbbing cock up between her thighs and moved her hips back and forth, making her wet pussy-lips wrap around the top of the shaft and slide silkily.

"Ahhhhhh!" Pete cried, feeling that and something besides.

"Let's go to the guest house, Pete!" Robin gasped. "Ohhhhh, I want that big prick inside my wet pussy! I want you to fuck me!"

"Ohhhhhh, so hot, so wet! God, what's happening to my cock! I feel like I'm fucking you right now! Ahhhhhh!"

The head of his dick was being sucked and licked and battered still. The shaft was completely surrounded with silky, slippery pussy-flesh.

Robin looked over her shoulder and saw his cock-head thrusting out from under her crotch, as if she had a cock growing out of her asshole. Midnight was there behind her, and he was still licking and slurping at the throbbing prick-head, his long tongue running between her thighs and along the bottom of Pete's shaft, then flicking over the tip of his prick and slapping into the groove of her ass.

"Ohhhh, God!" she shivered, pressing tightly against Pete. "Midnight wants to fuck, too! He just can't stop licking at your wet prick and my wet pussy! Ohhhh, Pete, hurry!"

She pulled away from him, still holding onto him by his shaft, which was now all slippery with her pussy-juice. She took a last look through the window and saw Logan's heavy, wet cock being withdrawn from her mother's drenched cunt-hole, and she shivered again.

I'm going to get fucked, too, Mommy! she cried inwardly.

She swept her panties and shorts from the sand. She began running through the dry warmth of it, pulling Pete along with her. Midnight galloped along beside them, panting and grinning, a sleek shadow in the night.

Robin opened the door and pulled Pete inside and turned on the light. The guest house was a little unit facing the tidal inlet at the back of the main house, which faced the Gulf. The cabin cruiser floated like a white ghost against the black water, where it was docked not two hundred yards from the guest house.

Pete looked at her in the blaze of light, blinking and gasping over the first clear sight of her naked tit, the swollen nipple, the naked hips and wet bush where her pussy was.

"Robin! Ohhhh, we shouldn't be in here together like this!"

She tried to keep the anger and frustration from her voice, but she couldn't. She looked down at his hard cock thrusting from the gap in his pants and then at his face.

"Damn you, Pete, stop saying we shouldn't do things all the time!"

His chin quivered. "I knew it! I knew you were going to get mad! Oh, Robin, I'm sorry for what happened out there! God, I wish we were still at the movie!"

His eyes shied from her naked body. He looked at the twin double beds in the little house and swallowed. He saw the doorway leading to the bathroom at one end and the little kitchen alcove just beside it. He watched Midnight jump up onto one of the beds and sit there with his black tail swishing back and forth, watching them.

"Honest to God, Pete Bast, I don't know why I bother with you any more – why I even go around with you. You're so dumb I can't believe it!"

"I am not dumb," he protested. "You know I get nearly straight A's and that my father's a Phi Beta…"

"I don't mean dumb like that!" Robin cried. She balled her fists and stamped her bare foot, making her tit jiggle and the other one nearly jump out of the halter cup. "I want you to use your prick, Pete! I want you to do to me just what you watched Logan do to my mother! I want you to fuck me with it, dummy!"

"Oh, Robin…"

"What do I have to do!" she nearly screamed. "Do you want me to go in there with them and get Logan to fuck me? He will! And I'll love it!"

"No!" Pete cried. "You stay away from him!"

"Then fuck me," she said softly, putting her hand to her pussy, moving it around in slow circles while she pumped her hips gently back and forth, eyeing his cock all the while.

"But I… but… ohhhhhh," he groaned.

"What's the matter?"

His lower lip quivered. "I've never… I've never done it before, Robin," he wailed softly.

"Neither have I, Pete," she whispered, coming up against him, her hand reaching for his belt buckle.

"Y-You're a virgin?" he cried with alarm. "Oh, Robin, you'll hate me! It'll hurt, and you'll be mad! Your mother will kill me – especially since she doesn't like for you to go around with me anyway!"

Robin paused, watching him quiver with a strange mixture of desire and fear. She wondered again why she put up with him, and then she decided that he'd just given her the answer.

He bugged her mother.

It wasn't Pete that bugged her but her notion that Pete wasn't classy enough to go around with Carl Eglund's daughter. That was what bugged her. And the notion sprang from the fact that Pete's father dressed in cutoffs and sandals and made woodcarvings from driftwood to sell to the tourists. That wasn't class. That was being a beach bum – an unfit association for the Eglunds.

Robin smiled slowly and undid Pete's buckle, pushing his pants down over his hips and ass. Then she rolled his briefs down with them and gently cupped his balls in her heated palm.

"Robin…" he whispered shakily, his prick thrusting and jerking upward, pulsing at the head. He shivered all over, rooted to the floor.

"Fuck me, Pete," she said softly. "Let's bug the shit out of my too-superior mother."

She tugged on his prick, pulling him backwards towards one of the beds. He licked his lips again and again, looking down at the way her fingers were wrapped around his cock. He looked at the golden-furred slit of her pussy and felt another moan well up inside him.

"It's you or Logan, Pete," Robin said, lying back on the bed. She lifted her knees and spread them, opening her sweet gash to his sight. "I want to be fucked tonight."

He balled his fists. His jaw worked. He shook his head. His chin quivered. And then he nearly jumped on her.

"Ahhhhh, God, God! Stop talking about him! I won't let you get near him! I love you, Robin! You're mine! Ohhhhhh, I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you!"

Robin ripped her halter from her chest. She lifted her feet into the air with a cry of joy. She pulled him between her thighs and locked them around his back, lifting her virginal pussy high.

"Then fuck me!" she cried. "Ram that big cock into my pussy!"

"It'll hurt – it'll hurt!"

"I don't give a damn!" she cried, tossing her head, reaching between her legs for his prick, guiding it.

The tip nudged her sweet, wet gash. She shivered violently as she felt the velvety head spread open her bloated cunt-lips and pierce into the muscular mouth of her cunt.

She felt the way her pussy walls squeezed and shivered, the way they gushed her virginal honey. She felt the tight, silky slide of his cock-head into the front of her cunt, and then her eyes bulged from her head.

God, it did hurt!

"Ah!" she cried sharply.

"Ohhhhh…" Pete groaned, trying his best to stop the forward lunge of his mighty cock.

Robin thrashed upward with her hips. She placed her heels at the center of his butt and flexed her long thighs down and in. She opened her throat and let a yell come out of it.

"Ahhhhhhgh!"

Her whole body wrenched. Pain shot through her belly and set her brain ablaze. She felt the hesitation and then the tearing lunge through her cherry, and then there was the stuffing, filling sensation as his cock rammed to the back of her sweet, silky, virginal cunt.

"You're in me! You're fucking me! God, it's big, Pete! Ohhhhhh, fuck me, Pete! Fuck and fuck!"

"I'm hurting you!" he wailed.

"God damn it, I don't care! It doesn't hurt any more! Ohhhhhh, it feels good! Wonderful! How could my mother go so long without getting fucked? Ahhhhhh!"

Pete's body shuddered all over. He'd never felt such a sensation in his whole life. Hell, it was no wonder men robbed and lied and killed and toppled empires for a piece of ass. It was the greatest!

His hips pumped and surged automatically. His prick swam in her silken, oiled cunt. It was tugged and squeezed by the shivering muscles of her tight, virginal pussy, and he knew he wasn't going to last long like this.

Robin yowled with each stroke of the big prick inside her slim, willowy body. The pain was turning into something else now. It was becoming pure bliss.

She could feel the way her cunt walls shivered and sucked and milked at the rod invading them. She could feel the bucking and jerking of Pete's cock inside her hole, and she loved every bit of it.

She arched her spine and made her tits mash nakedly against his chest, feeling the sensations tingling through her nipples in burning sweeps.

She felt herself rising towards another orgasm – a mighty one, strong and crushing. She pumped harder, remembering the way her mother's hips had moved under Logan's plowing prick.

Then – for just a moment – she imagined it was Logan on top of her right now, burrowing into her cunt, grinding down on top of her, mashing her clit with his pubic bone so that sensation blazed through her body in pounding waves.

"Ahhhhhhgh! Robin!" Pete bellowed in her ear, startling her, damn near deafening her.

He lunged into her cunt, mashing her to the bed, flattening her ass-cheeks so firmly there she couldn't move. His cock danced at the back of her pussy-tunnel, swelled, and then seemed to explode.

"Gaaaaaaaah! I'm coming!" he yelled again.

His hot young sperm blasted into her virginal cunt, flooding it, making her twat slippery beyond belief. She felt her tunnel squeeze and pulse around the throbbing shaft as she milked the cream out of his rod automatically.

But she felt the big, crushing orgasm that had been building in her body subside. She couldn't move. Her hip joint felt as if it would pop from his grinding weight against her. His chest mashed against her tits so hard she couldn't catch her breath, and he kept bellowing and crying and gasping in her ear.

He went limp. He panted harshly and lay on her as if she were a pillow. She heard him whimper with remorse for the terrible thing he'd done to her. Then she felt his prick going limp.

"Pete, fuck me!" she gasped finally. "Don't stop! I want to come! Ohhhhhh, you dumb jerk – fuck me!"

At the sound of her voice – maybe because of the torment in it – Midnight got to his feet on the other bed and cocked his ears. His tongue slurped around his chops. He yowled and jumped down and then up onto the bed they were on. He stood and hovered over Robin's face, and then he yowled again and gave her cheek a wet lick.

"Ohhhhhh, I did it. I did it…" Pete moaned, his voice filled with guilt and remorse instead of accomplishment and joy. "Oh, Robin, don't hate me now! Oh, God, what if I made you pregnant? I came in your pussy, Robin! I came in it!"

She gasped, heaving for breath. She pushed at him. Midnight was ready to drown her with juicy kisses. Her pussy twitched and shivered. She felt miserably frustrated inside.

She pushed at Pete. "Get off, you jerk!" she cried. "You're crushing me! Ohhhhhh, I should have known better than to let you fuck me!"

"Waaaah, I knew it, I knew it!" he bawled. "Now you're mad at me! I told you it was going to be this way! Ohhh, I hate myself!"

She pushed again. He rolled off, sobbing into his hands. His prick shriveled to nothing. There was a damning ring of redness around the root, telling of his brutality to the girl he loved so much.

"Ahhhhh, lick – lick!" Robin cried.

Pete took his hands away from his face. He looked. She was spreading her thighs totally open. He could see the wet, red meat of her shaking cunt.

He saw the glistening coating of pinkness flowing from her hole, the mixture of her honey and his sperm and a little blood. Then he watched as she guided Midnight's muzzle to her crotch with both hands.

She lifted up and open. The long tongue came out. It slithered around in the pink wetness of her cunt-mouth. Then it slithered up inside – far, far inside, twisting and writhing, lapping up all the good stuff in there.

"Eeeeeee, you darling dog!" Robin cried. "I'm going to come! Ohhhhhh, Midnight, you're going to make me come again! God, why haven't we done this before!"

She screamed again. She lifted her hips high. Her ass came off the bed. Her body quaked with a giant release, spasms shuddering through her.

Her tits flared from her chest. Her mouth fell open. He could see the tip of her tongue fluttering just inside her mouth as she yelled again.

He watched Midnight eat out her cunt, and he didn't know for sure what he felt, to see her shuddering under the licking tongue of a dog.

At least it wasn't Logan making her come like that.

But it hadn't been him, either.

CHAPTER THREE

Robin felt the warm sun soaking into her body. She lay on her back on a beach towel just a little above the gently lapping surf, her arm over her eyes.

There was a little smile of animal pleasure on her full lips. She had never felt so conscious of herself before – the way her young, firm tits rose and fell inside the bikini halter as she breathed, the way her pussy-lips seemed to swell open and closed with subtle, mysterious stirrings, as if still sensing the touch of the big, round cock that had slid between them last night.

Her body tingled all over. She felt warm and luxuriant inside, loose and giving and flowing. There were moments when her whole cunt-tunnel throbbed with a funny feeling, as if it were remembering the plunging prick running in and out of it.

She moved her taut rump on the beach towel, feeling the sand give under her cheeks to form two cupping depressions, like warm hands holding her ass.

She parted her thighs slightly, and her pussy tipped up, the crotchband of the white bikinis pressing inward against the soft, succulent meat of her petals.

A shiver went down her spine despite the heat, and she let out a small moan. In her mind, she felt herself being fucked again, and a puddle of slick juice began forming at her cunt-mouth. It seeped into the material of her white suit and made her feel even more damp and luxurious.

But there was something very strange. She was remembering the sensation of being fucked. But the prick fucking her in her mind wasn't Pete's.

It was Logan's.

She remembered the sight of it, hard and thrusting. She remembered the way it had plowed into her mother's pussy, then sucked back, drawing out the pink tissues clinging to the shaft. Somehow, the sights she'd seen became mixed in her mind to provide the sensations her squirming cunt remembered right now.

Pete…

She groaned and heaved her hips, feeling oddly near the point of orgasm. His name came to her lips again, and she opened her eyes and looked over the blue-green Gulf.

God, what a mess he'd made of fucking her last night, stalling and whimpering, being excessively romantic, then blasting his quick load of sperm into her cunt before she'd had a chance to get hot enough to come with him.

Robin sat up on her elbows. She sighed. She'd been fucked open, finally, but she felt cheated right now. What she needed was a good fuck – from a man who knew what he was doing.

From Logan.

She shivered. Her tits jiggled and swelled. Her cunt-mouth seemed to pulse rapidly, and even her tight little asshole sucked inward.

Why not?

So what if he was her mother's boyfriend? So what if he was an old man – all of twenty-nine?

Robin wasn't stupid. She'd seen the way Logan had looked at her on the sly when she pranced around in her bikini. And sometimes not so slyly, either.

And if she could get him to fuck her, then maybe… maybe she could even take him away from her mother! Wouldn't that bug the living shit out of her?

The little smile grew broader, until it spread over her whole face. She felt her pussy begin to foam inside. She squeezed her thighs together and heard the squishy sound of hot meat and wet cunt-juice, and she knew, if he were here right now, he wouldn't be able to resist plunging his big prick into the silky maw between her thighs.

Her heat became intolerable. She moaned and knew she was going to have to masturbate before she blew apart. She looked up and down the beach. She saw no one, but she knew she'd better not do it there, right in plain sight.

Her mother was gone into town. But she might come back at any moment. Or dumb Pete might come over and watch her and whimper and ask her what she was doing.

She got to her feet. She shook out the towel and rolled it under her arm and hurried around the side of the house towards the guest house. Nobody would bother her there.

She felt her drenched pussy-lips sliding together inside the bikini panties. She glanced down and saw the dark streak of wetness and shivered again. As she came around the house and made her way through the feathery shade of a clump of Australian pines, Midnight groaned and lifted himself from under a shady bush and panted at her.

"Yes!" she cried softly, another charge going through her body. "Come on, baby. Come with me."

They ran together towards the bay, angling over towards the guest house. Robin let the dog inside, and Midnight yipped with the excitement being generated and jumped up onto one of the beds.

Robin closed the door. The midday sun had made a little oven of the small house. She switched on the air conditioner, then went over to Midnight.

She pushed her pussy in front of her. She wrapped her hands around his sleek, black head. He panted and slurped at her arm, then drew his tongue back and sniffed.

"Yeah, boy – there it is again. My hot pussy! Here, smell!"

She pushed his muzzle into her crotch, his nose going right against the dark streak at her pussy. She hugged his head and moaned, her thighs parted, her little ass weaving in small circles from just the touch of his muzzle against her heated cuntmound.

"Ohhhhh, Midnight, lick it! Lick my cunt again! God, I'm so hot, baby, I'll give you a bucket of juice to drink!"

The long tongue came out. It slurped under her crotch, going clear back between her cheeks and rasping under her shivering torso. It lapped up the length of her bloated slit and made her heave with passion.

"Ahhhhhh, my God!" she squealed softly.

She let him lap at her pussy a few more times and then tried to back away so that she could roll the panties down and let him really eat out her cunt.

She wanted to feel that tongue on her naked twat. She wanted to feel it slithering up inside her heated hole the way it had last night. She wanted to feel him fuck her slippery cunt all the way inside, not just on the outside of her panties.

But when she pulled back, Midnight stretched his neck after her, slurping and licking all the while. He balanced on four paws right on the corner of the bed and licked and licked, until he slipped off. Then he came after her, pawing at her thigh, nuzzling his head between her legs and licking upward at her running cunt.

"Ahhhhh, sweetie! So eager!" she cried. "Oh, God, you're going to make me come and come! But slow down, baby, and let me get my panties off!"

She tried to push his head away. Midnight was having none of that. He lapped and licked, his tongue rasping over the material right at her pussy-slit until she was afraid he'd rub a hole through it.

Robin began to laugh with excitement. She was backed up against the wall. She couldn't get away from him. Oh, if only Pete had been this eager last night!

She bent over slightly, pushing down at her panties. Midnight licked at her face and arms. His tongue ran over her halter, the end of it hooking under the material and drawing it away from her swollen, thrusting tit. He lapped at the spiked, throbbing nipple, and Robin thought she'd scream with the blazing sensation.

"Ahhhhh! God! Yes! Lick me all over, baby! Suck my tits! Lick my ass! All of me! Make me come and come!"

She managed to step out of the panties, doubled over, her butt against the wall. Her halter hung loosely from her chest. Her yellow hair dangled about her face, and Midnight got a mouthful of it when he made a wild lick at her.

She tossed the wadded, wet panties to the floor, and the dog began attacking them, pushing the balled garment across the floor with powerful laps of his tongue at the scented, honey-flavored crotch.

Robin watched him. She shivered with pure, naked lust, the first time she'd really felt the emotion in her young life. She stripped off her halter with a groan and cupped her tits and stood with her legs braced apart, completely naked and open.

She put her hands to her crotch and swirled her fingers through the wet, drooling meat of her cunt-mouth and bloated lips, and she moaned raggedly.

"Ohhhhh, come lick my cunt, stupid – not my panties!"

Midnight tossed his head, panting wildly, his tail going back and forth in sweeping arcs, his feet prancing up and down. He cocked his head and watched while her fingers played with the lightly downed cunt-lips, and then he caught the sound of wet sucking meat at her running hole.

He tossed his muzzle with a yelp of excitement and charged towards her. She laughed and spun away, hitting the edge of the mattress with her legs and falling onto her belly on the bed.

Just as she drew her knees under her stomach, Midnight leaped onto the bed behind her upthrust ass and lunged between the backs of her thighs with his snuffling muzzle, his tongue already lapping through the air.

"Eeeeeeee!" Robin cried thinly.

Her ass began to shake. She pressed her face into the spread and felt her tits mashed against her thighs. She started to lift up. Midnight pawed her ass-cheek, leaving pink streaks against the creamy white skin.

His head burrowed under her crotch, his tongue licking and slurping, the long, wet organ rasping against her pussy-lips, slithering between them to wash against her silky gash.

Robin lifted her head and moaned heatedly. Her knees shot wide apart. Her ass-cheeks opened, and her pussy-lips parted from over her drenched hole to give her dog full access to her spasming pussy-meat and the flow of her slippery honey.

The sounds were incredible – slurping and smacking and licking and moaning. She didn't think she would ever forget them. His tongue washed all over her crotch, her cunt-mouth, her clit, her inner thighs, and then into the groove of her ass.

"Ahhhhh, God!" she cried throatily.

Her asshole pulsed wildly. Juice poured from her cunt. Midnight caught the slippery string on his tongue and then drilled upward into the oiled slit of her cunt-tunnel to get more and more.

Robin beat her fists weakly against the bed. Her ass shuddered. She felt the great waves of orgasm coming, and she gave herself over to them with gusto.

"Yaaaaah, Midnight!" she cried.

His tongue was imbedded in her pussy. Her muscular sheath crushed down around it, the silken rings pulsing and squeezing and drawing inward.

Juice gushed from the walls of her slick cunt and flowed down the groove of Midnight's tongue into his mouth. His nose blew and snorted and pressed against her quivering asshole at the same time, making her nearly pass out from the intensity of it all.

She gasped. She panted. She tried to close her thighs and get a moment's rest when it was over for her, but Midnight wouldn't stop licking and slurping and pawing at her butt.

She felt him begin to shake oddly. She looked under her body, between her tits and between her drenched thighs and pouting cunt-lips. She gasped with renewed heat.

Under his black, hairy belly, she could see his cock-sheath wobbling. She could see his balls dangling and moving. She could see his haunches pumping up and down as he tucked his butt under rhythmically and fucked the air.

And she could see his cock!

It was huge! She'd never thought a dog's prick could be so big and hard and thick!

She looked at the redness of it, the wetness along the slippery shaft. She saw the pointed end, sharp and tapered, so different from a man's cock-head.

Then, while she watched, she saw juice dripping from the end. She felt Midnight's paws wrap around her hips and hold her ass tightly, and she caught her breath with a wild gasp.

He wanted to fuck her! Her own dog wanted to fuck her!

Midnight growled. He tossed his muzzle. A string of hot saliva drooled onto her back and tickled towards her waist, making her shiver all over. She stared at the pointed tip of his prick and cried out when she saw it open up and begin spurting jets of hot, white dog-sperm through the air.

"Ahhhhhhh, Midnight! You're coming!" she cried.

She felt dazed. She felt thrilled. And she'd had the nerve to think Pete was stupid for not fucking her right away when she'd been just as stupid for not thinking of having Midnight fuck her!

"Ah, hell – you made him waste it, baby," the voice came.

Robin squeaked with shock. She whipped her head around towards the door and watched him close it behind him. Close it and lock it.

"Logan!" she cried, sucking in her breath. Then, unable to think of anything brighter to say, she squeaked, "What are you doing here?"

He grinned. His eyes went back and forth over her naked body in a greedy, lust-filled way.

"I came over to see your mother," he said, his voice husky. "To talk about that business deal I'm trying to get her in on."

"She's not here!"

"Yeah, I found that out. Then I thought I'd come looking for you. I was checking to see if maybe you were fishing off the back of the boat, or something, when I heard the air conditioner running in here. So, I took a look. And here you are, having yourself a little party with the pooch." He grinned again, licking his lips.

"Oh, God…" Robin groaned.

Suddenly she felt terrible. She wanted to die. All the thoughts she'd had earlier of seducing him and getting him to give her a good fucking and taking him away from her mother were completely overshadowed right now by her sense of shame.

He might, after all, be her stepfather very shortly. She knew he was working on getting her mother to marry him. And he'd just caught her getting her pussy licked by her dog!

"My, my," he said. "What's Mommy going to say now? Do you figure she'll go for the mutt more than she goes for Pete?"

"Don't tell Mom! Oh, please don't tell Mom!" Robin cried.

He came towards her, smiling down at her slim, willowy, young body, ogling the nakedness and the wetness between her thighs.

"Well, maybe we can work out a deal about that, baby," he said.

Robin caught her breath. She seemed to come to her senses a little. There wasn't much doubt about what he meant. He wanted to fuck her. That look was in his eyes again, and she could see the bulge of his big prick filling out the front of his pants.

She forced herself to be cool and collected. She tried to stop thinking of herself as a little girl caught doing something naughty and to think of herself as an adult – as a woman. A naked, fuckable woman. After all, this was the scene she'd just dreamed about on the beach, wasn't it?

"What kind of a deal, Logan?" she asked softly, letting her thighs part a little more, noticing the way his eyes went to her young, wet pussy and stared hungrily.

He put his hand on Midnight's sleek head and petted him. Midnight slurped out at the hand with a wet lick. Then he curled up on the bed and lifted his leg and began cleaning his thrusting, slippery cock.

"I want you to talk to your mother," Logan said. "Tell her what a great guy I am, how much you want me to be your new papa. Work on her a little. Convince her your old man's dead and gone and that she'd better grab what she can get before the wrinkles set in. Know what I mean?"

Robin looked at him. She felt disappointed and slighted. She tried to be nonchalant, cupping one of her firm tits and squeezing it gently, while rolling slightly farther onto her back and opening her thighs more.

"That's all I have to do?" she asked. "Just that?"

He grinned. "Maybe we can think up something else later on." He reached down and ran the tips of his fingers along her thigh, sliding them towards her open pink twat. "When I'm your papa, there'll be plenty of time for other things."

She took his hand. She placed it over her cunt and lifted her hips with a breathy sound. "I don't think I can wait that long, Logan," she gasped.

He made the tip of his middle finger circle over her wet, silky cunt-mouth, then plunge inside, fucking up her clutching pussy and making her cry out with surprise and passion.

"Ahhhhhh, God!" she moaned, her spine arching, her thighs quivering with heat.

"You're as hot as your mother, baby," he said.

"Then stop just playing with me and do something about it!" she moaned.

"You want to get fucked, huh?"

"Yes!"

"I thought that's what Pete was for."

"I need a good fucking!"

"Then you're going to get it," he growled huskily, yanking his finger from her grasping cunt with a wet suck of juice and tissues.

He yanked at his belt buckle. He split his pants open down the fly. Robin stared at him and felt her heart pound wildly. Even Midnight looked up and thumped his tail on the bed.

Logan pushed his pants down. His cock was half-hard. It bowed towards her face. Her tongue came out and licked all around her soft lips, and she could feel her pussy muscles vibrate with anticipation of wrapping around his rod.

She watched his cock lift and swell before her eyes, the head turning red and shiny. She saw it throb to full erection, and she remembered the sight of it last night, plunging in and out of her mother's wet, silky cunt.

"Ohhhhhh, give me that cock!" she cried, reaching for it.

He backed away just enough. "Turn over," he ordered. "On your hands and knees. Stick that sweet, tight ass up into the air."

"What?"

"I'm going to show you what a real fuck is – what a wild fuck is like!" he said, his cock throbbing with excitement now that he could watch the whole girl instead of just her picture.

He scooped his hand under her sweet ass and helped turn her over, his fingers kneading into the taut flesh at the same time. His hand swept along her waist and cupped a dangling tit as it hung from her chest.

"Ohhhh, what are you going to do to me?" Robin moaned, feeling terribly naked and vulnerable in that position.

Her pussy was fluttering and leaking madly. She couldn't keep her hips still. She felt her ass jutting up and back, and she could imagine the bow in her spine and the way her tits jutted downward towards the bed.

She glanced around behind her and saw him still standing, looking at her round ass, passing his hands over her cheeks. She felt his fingers dip into the deep cleft between them and trembled all over. Was he going to try to fuck her up her ass?

He snapped his fingers and gave an order. Midnight jumped to his feet and panted, his long tongue lolling. Robin gasped as she felt Logan pry her ass-cheeks wide apart; then she let out a thin, quavering scream as she felt Midnight's long, wet tongue lick upward through the deep crack between her buns.

"Ahhhhhh, what are you going to do to me?" she moaned.

"What you should have had brains enough to do for yourself, baby," he said huskily. "Up, you dumb mutt – up!"

"Eeeee, don't, Logan – don't!" she cried, shaking her ass with mounting heat. "You fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"

"Two hot cunts around here, and neither one of them knows how to have any fun," he said half to himself. "There, Midnight. That's the boy! Now, hang on, fella!"

Robin cried out again. She couldn't believe this was happening. She felt Midnight wrap his paws around her hips again, just the way he had before, only higher up.

She felt Logan positioning the dog, getting him on his hind paws right between her legs. She felt him push at Midnight's haunches to get him to move inward towards her ass, and then she felt the greatest shock of all.

"God, it's hot! His cock is hot!" she cried sharply.

It speared against the back of her thigh. It smeared over her fresh, dainty skin, again and again, with each hunch of Midnight's ass.

Robin gasped and looked under her body, between her tits and legs, and she saw his black, furry belly, the jiggling sheath, the scarlet, pointed prick thrusting from the background of black.

She heard Logan urging him on, felt his big hands all over her ass and the backs of her thighs. Then his fingers spread apart the lips of her dripping pussy and fucked around in the watering pinkness of her satiny meat.

"Ahhhhh, my God – my God!" she cried.

He was looking at her – right through the tunnel of her legs and tits and bed and body. His face was red from bending over. He was sweating slightly, breathing hard. His eyes had a gleam she'd never seen before. His lips were flushed and wet from the way he was licking them.

Then his eyes rolled upward, right to where Midnight's red, pointed prick was lancing into the soft meat of her pussy-lip, and he groaned at the same time she squealed and Midnight growled – the instant when his hot cock shot into her pussy and fucked deep.

"Yaaaah!" she cried.

"Ahhhhh, he's doing it! He's fucking you! Ahhhhh, God – how does it feel, baby? How does a dog's cock feel up your cunt?"

"Big!" Robin blurted. "Hot! Oh, my God! All that hair over my ass… swelling, throbbing… ohhhhhh, so deep! But I wanted your cock, Logan…"

She shook her head. She felt half out of her mind with sensation. Midnight hunched his ass rhythmically, brushing his furry belly over her uplifted butt-cheeks, sending his knotted prick deeper and deeper into her young cunt.

Questions and emotions whirled through her mind. Why hadn't he fucked her? Didn't he understand that was what she wanted – his prick inside her, giving her a good fucking?

Was he some kind of nut, like Pete? Was he all that hung up on loyalty to her mother? Didn't he – didn't he like the way her body looked?

No sooner had the questions tumbled through her mind than he answered them.

"Yeah, baby – yeah!" he rasped huskily, his cock thrusting from his loins and throbbing rigidly. "That's what I like! Something different – something kinky! A young girl getting her sweet ass fucked by a dog! Ahhhhh, God, that makes me hot!"

His hand grasped his prick, jacking rapidly up and down it. Then he came quickly around the side of the bed and got onto his back, spreading his legs wide, making his prick thrust fully towards her face.

"You want my prick, baby? Then here it is! Suck my cock! Suck the cum right out of it!"

He spread his fingers wide and clamped his hand around the back of her head and pushed down, burying her face in his hairy crotch.

Robin cried out with shock. She shivered with heat, unable to help it. Midnight was plowing her pussy with his rigid, knotted prick, and she was nuzzling her face against the first cock of her life.

She'd wanted to see it. She'd wanted to feel it. Now she had the chance to taste it besides.

"Ohhhhh, don't!" she cried, not sure she wanted any more of this after all. Pete might be a little square, but at least he knew where to put his prick.

"Open up, little daughter," Logan rasped. "Open your pretty mouth wide and purse your lips out and see what a big hard surprise you'll get!"

She gasped. She panted against his bushy balls. She sucked in air and smelled the scent of him, heady and thrilling and disgusting all at once.

"Ohhhh, he's fucking me and fucking me! God, I didn't know how big… ohhhhh, Logan…"

He bent his prick towards her lips. The velvety cock-head swept over them, soft and hot. The shaft angled along her cheek, throbbing and stiff and thrilling.

"Suck!" he gasped. "God, hurry up and suck my cock!"

His hips worked up and down. His legs were spread wide. She could see his balls all packed up under the root of his prick. His hand guided her head back and forth as she resisted, and Midnight plunged ahead against her ass, making her whole body rock back and forth.

"I just wanted you to fuck my pussy!" she cried. "Nothing like this!"

"Any broad can fuck, baby. It takes a real woman to know how to suck a man's cock. Not even your mother can do it. You want to be a better nymph than your mother, don't you? And just think how you'll blow dumb Pete's mind when you blow his prick the next time!"

Better than her mother? She'd never thought of it that way before. But maybe that was part of the reason she was always trying to bug her – to show that she wasn't so damn particular and finicky, to show that her mother's values were too rigid, too demanding, maybe even a little phony.

She knew what her mother would think if she found out her daughter had been fucked by a dog. But how would she like it if she found out her daughter sucked cock, too?

"Ahhhhhh, God…" Robin moaned, unable to keep from weaving her ass back against Midnight's furry belly and thrusting prick.

She licked her lips. That was all she'd intended to lick, anyway. But her tongue swept over the velvety mushroom of his straining, throbbing prick, too.

Flavor burst through her senses, heady and strong. She smacked her lips and saw that the big eye on his prick was leaking clear oil. She watched another drop ooze out as he stretched his prick towards her face again.

"Ahhhhh, yeah! Like that, baby! Lick it again! Give me that sweet tongue all over my prick-head. And your lips – those baby-soft, red lips!"

He pushed upward. His knob nosed between her lips, smearing oil over them, filling her mouth and her nostrils with the scent of his leaking prick.

"Ohhhhh, God…" she moaned again, feeling her head spin.

Midnight's cock swelled and bucked inside her pussy. She felt the short hairs on his sheath prickle into her tender, silky cunt-lips, as if he were trying to fuck that jiggling thing into her virginal hole as well.

She opened her mouth to moan again, and there was no decision left to make. She felt the veins and bumps of his shaft slide between her lips. She felt the heavy shaft along the groove of her tongue. She tasted the seeping fluid as it leaked into the back of her throat and filled her being with flavor.

"Ahhhhh, God! Like that! Suck, baby – suck!" Logan groaned, fucking his hips upward, shoving his prick into her mouth until the head bumped softly against the back of her throat.

"Nnnnnn!" Robin squeaked.

She moved her tongue. She couldn't help it. It was as if she were trying to push the rigid, pulsing shaft from her mouth with her tongue.

The wet, warm organ slid along the bottom of his shaft. Her throat squeezed around the spongy knob as she tried to swallow. The effect on him was wild.

"Ahhhhhgh!" he growled, clasping the back of her head with both hands, making his hips go around in small circles. "Your lips – use your lips, too! Up and down. Milk my prick!"

His hands pushed up and down. Her head bobbed. Her lips did as ordered, compressing around the full shaft as her mouth slid upward, then going slack as her mouth went down.

Her mind spun. She was sucking a man's prick! And she was getting her young pussy stuffed with a dog's pointed cock at the same time!

The motions he caused began to be automatic, willful, then eagerly done. She washed her tongue up and down the bucking cock-meat, over the slippery head. She slithered her tongue down his shaft and from between her lips until she felt his pubes scratch against the tip of it and the wrinkled sac of his balls.

"Ahhhh, that's it! You've got it, baby! Suck! God, a pro with your first prick! Ahhhh, Christ – is it going to be a fucking ball being married into this family!"

She felt his hands slide down the back of her head to her neck. They went over her shoulders and around to her chest. Then her swollen, hard tits filled his palms as he reached under her and played with her spiked nipples and firm cones, and her head bobbed and bobbed by itself, her mouth running up and down his hard cock.

She puffed moist, tremulous breath through her nose, bathing his root and his balls with her breath. She felt the power in his belly and thighs as he circled around under her face and thrust his hips upward, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Robin began shivering all over. She could feel Midnight's hard, knotted cock almost get stuck in her tight pussy. He growled over and over, tossing his muzzle, drooling hot saliva all over her back, working at her slim waist with his encircling paws.

She remembered how his pointed prick had swelled the last time, just before he'd come, and she knew he was ready to do it again – ready to shoot hot, foaming dog-sperm into her young cunt!

At the same time, she felt Logan's cock swell against the back of her throat, and she knew he was getting ready to come, too.

"Nnnnnngh!" she groaned in the back of her throat.

She sucked and pulled at his prick. She stripped the solid shaft with her lips and tongue. She made the roof of her mouth collapse around the spongy head and was delighted with the way he groaned and shivered and praised her.

"Christ, good head… beautiful sucking… a fucking pro! I can't believe it! You're a natural cock-sucker, baby! Better than your mother any day – better than almost all of them! Ohhhhh, shit, you're good! Keep doing that, baby. Just like that, and I'll give you… Ahhhhhh, yes! Yes! You've got it, baby! Swallow it! Swallow every drop!"

He clutched at her head again. She felt his knob swell and pulse wildly. She felt the shaft buck and dance in the warm, wet cavity of her mouth.

At the same time, she felt Midnight lunge harder and deeper into her pussy. His prick bucked. He let out a long, low growl. His cock started dancing, thrusting in and out of her twat, the pointed tip spearing through her squeezing walls of oiled silk.

"Yaaaaagh!" Logan bellowed, lifting his hips high, ramming the head of his bucking cock into the back of her throat.

She felt the pulsations of his boiling cum throb over her lower lip. She felt the first hot jet shoot into her throat as he yelled again.

She went mindless. Everything inside her mouth went incredibly slippery. Her tongue slithered through the oil and juice of his foaming prick, and she swallowed and swallowed, trying to keep up with the flowing, splashing jets of sperm.

At the same time, her pussy clenched and spasmed around the red shaft spewing hot dog-sperm into her body. She groaned in the back of her throat and felt waves of orgasm crush down on her, making her shudder from head to toe.

The two pricks poured into her body. She drank freely from the foaming shafts until she couldn't keep up with them.

Sperm began spurting from her lips, running down the shaft of Logan's slippery cock and coating his balls. It bubbled from her cunt-mouth and trickled down the insides of her thighs as Midnight's balls pumped and hosed.

Robin shuddered and shook all over, her tits swelling down from her chest, the nipples stretching so far from the ends it felt to her as if they wanted to spurt something creamy and warm, too.

She didn't know why she thought of Pete at the height of it all, but she did. Perhaps it was Logan's suggestion of how she would blow his mind by blowing his cock.

Or perhaps it was something telepathic going on, which she couldn't really know about, because she was staring down at the root of Logan's cock and his taut abdomen.

Consequently, she wasn't looking at the window. She didn't see Pete standing there, looking through it. She didn't hear him groan with a mixture of envy and passion or see him nearly burst into tears while he watched Logan's sperm dribble from her cock-stuffed lips or Midnight's jizz drip from her dog-fucked cunt.

Pete saw her, though. He'd watched nearly all of it, from the time he'd made his way through the bushes along the short-cut he liked to use and had seen Logan go into the little guest house.

He'd come to talk to her about last night – to apologize for the bungling job he'd done and to tell her about the book he'd been reading all morning that told all about fucking. He'd wanted to ask her if she'd give him another chance to do it right.

But now, he could see that she didn't need any help from him. She was getting all the instruction she needed from Logan Gorman.

Pete groaned. He felt as if a knife had been stabbed into him. He held his erect, throbbing prick in his hand and felt as if he were holding something as useful as a fifth wheel.

He didn't know what to do with it. Until he watched Robin curl up and roll onto her back and let Midnight lap and lick at her streaming pussy.

Then he gave a few more tugs on his cock and let his young, full balls spew his load all over the side of the little cottage.

CHAPTER FOUR

I watched you fucking and sucking…

I just happened to be coming by to talk to you when I glanced through the window and…

Pete bit the side of his cheek and watched Robin move about inside the cabin of the boat. His pulse pounded. He was right on the edge of going down there and trying to talk to her, but he couldn't work up the nerve.

The engines throbbed under him. Stray air currents brought the scent of exhaust over the transom and into his nostrils. He watched Robin come up the steps from the cabin and onto the back deck, her sandwich and a drink in her hands.

She wore her bikini. Somehow, he hadn't noticed how full and thrusting her tits were before. Or maybe they'd gotten fuller in the past two days from being fucked. Maybe that's what it did to girls. Maybe that was the way you tell when a girl had been fucked.

He wasn't the only one to watch her come up from the cabin. Pete shifted his eyes just as Robin stooped, and he saw Logan glance down from his seat behind the wheel, and he knew the horny old bastard was getting an eyeful of those swollen tits. Pete's stomach churned with anger and envy so much he didn't notice that Robin's mother was watching him closely from the other deck chair.

"Are you getting hungry, too, Pete?" Chris asked him. "There's plenty of food down there. I don't know why Lo – Mr. Gorman insisted we bring so much."

"Aw, cut out the mister, Chris," Logan said, turning his head back. "Pete and I know each other well enough by now he can call me Logan. Right, buddy?" he grinned at Pete.

Pete held his gaze for just a moment and then had to look away. He could feel his lip curling away from his teeth, and he didn't want to put on an expression that would make Mrs. Eglund's opinion of him any lower.

"No thanks, Mrs. Eglund," he said finally. "I don't feel hungry."

He noticed she didn't offer to let him call her Chris. He noticed she didn't offer to let him eat a second time, either, but kept watching him with that cool, distant expression, as if he were some kind of bug that wasn't quite trustworthy.

Don't watch me, lady – watch that bastard Gorman instead! He's been fucking your daughter!

Pete looked at her. He wished sometimes he had more guts. Then he'd tell them all just what he was thinking. He might even ask himself what the hell he was doing out on the boat all day with them.

Chris finally took her eyes from him. "Are we going to fish, Logan, or do you just want to ride around?"

"Maybe we can give it a try," Logan said.

"I'm sure Pete must like fishing, don't you, Pete?"

"It's okay, Mrs. Eglund."

Her brows went up. "Oh? I thought your father – I mean, I heard that you and he… Doesn't he fish commercially?"

Pete stared at her. "Gosh, no! Where'd you hear a thing like that?"

Chris' eyes swiveled towards Logan for just a second, giving him the answer. Pete's stomach churned again. So that was why she thought he wasn't good enough for her daughter! Gorman again!

"Dad's retired, Mrs. Eglund," Pete said evenly, feeling a charge of courage for the first time in his life. "He has a little tourist shop where he makes carvings and sculptures from pieces of driftwood."

"Yes, I know, but I thought for a living he…"

"That's not his living, Mrs. Eglund. That's his hobby. That's for something to do to keep him creative and busy. So he doesn't stagnate like some…"

"Pete!" Robin shot at him.

He lowered his eyes and sucked in his breath. When he looked up again, there was a different expression on Chris' face, one of curiosity and reflectiveness.

"I'm sorry, Pete," she said. "I knew he had a boat, and I…"

"Yes, we have a boat. It's not as big as this one. It could be, Mrs. Eglund, but we don't need it. He runs around in it collecting his pieces of driftwood to work on. Once in a while, we catch a mackerel for dinner, just the way you do, but no more."

"Pete, you're being positively nasty to my mother!" Robin cried.

"Since when have you ever cared whether I'm spoken to civilly, darling?" Chris scoffed. "Be quiet, now, I want to hear more. Go on, Pete. Tell me what your father is retired from."

"If anybody wants to fish now, we're coming up on the grouper banks," Logan broke in quickly and loudly. "Robin, why don't you get the gear out, and…" he leaned towards her and whispered so the others couldn't hear – "and I'll make it worthwhile for you tonight, huh?" He spread his thighs on the seat in a sly way, hunching his bulge of cock and balls into prominence.

"He was a business analyst," Pete said firmly, looking from the pair of them towards Robin's mother again. "A good one. He still does some consulting work once in a while, determining whether a business idea will work or not."

"Oh, really?" Chris commented, lifting her brows. She leaned forward and opened her mouth to ask a question.

"Pete, come take the wheel," Logan said with undisguised command now. "Honey, you come up front with me and give me a hand with the anchor rope."

He slid from the bench. He came over and took Chris' hand and pulled her to her feet. He cast a look at Pete that was expressionless and deadly at the same time. Then he half pushed Chris in front of him, making her go down the little steps into the cabin.

"But I wanted to talk to him more, Logan," she complained.

"You can talk to him later. I've got something better in mind right now."

He closed the cabin door behind him, shutting off the back deck and the two kids. He grinned down at her, then slid his hands around her shoulders and pulled her slim body against his, making her firm tits push against his chest.

"Now, Logan…" Chris gasped, putting up a token struggle.

"That's what I had in mind," he grinned. "Right now."

He shifted his hands from her shoulders, sliding them down the supple, curved length of her spine to her ass. He cupped the firm, round cheeks and kneaded the globular meat through her shorts and panties.

"Oh…" Chris moaned softly. "Logan, you're mad! Not here! Not in front of the children!"

"They'll never know. Come with me."

He pulled her forward into the bow compartment. Two bunks veed together with the lines of the bow. The hatch was just overhead. He closed the small door between the compartment and the cabin, then worked the wing nuts on the hatch and pushed it up and open.

Fresh air spilled through the round hole into the little enclosure, and they could hear the prow hitting waves right under their feet.

"Stick your head out the hole, Chris. Take a big whiff of fresh air. Look around the horizon. Wave back at them."

"Logan, what…" she gasped again.

He lifted her, wrapping his arms around her slim waist. Chris had little choice but to spread her legs to brace her feet on the two bunks.

She protruded from the deck from her belly up. The rush of wind blew her fine hair and plastered the knit top across her tits, making it rub sensitively over her stiffening nipples. She glanced down at him through the hatch and saw him grinning lecherously up at her.

Then he began undoing the fastenings of her shorts. She felt the material go loose around her waist. She watched him hook his fingers into the elastic of her panties and begin sliding both garments over her hips and tight ass.

"Logan!" she gasped down at him.

"Wave to the kiddies, honey," he grinned, tugging the shorts and panties below her pussy, baring her golden beaver and rapidly swelling cunt-lips.

She gasped again, sucking in air. She faced forward. The wind took her breath away. She looked behind her and could see Pete sitting behind the wheel, with Robin standing beside him. They gave her a funny look. She waved, trying her hardest not to let on what was happening.

But when Logan's fingertips slid up and down the slick gap of her pussy, she nearly moaned. She turned forward again, gripping the edges of the hatch with her hands.

This was wild! This was just the crazy, loony kind of thing Carl would have done.

She looked down. She saw Logan sitting on the vee of the bunks between her spread legs. His face was right on a level with her suddenly steaming pussy.

She was astonished with herself. She must have been out of her mind to let him get her into a trapped position like this. And out of her mind again to let him be so familiar with her.

A sense of anger swept through her for a moment. Just because she'd weakened the other night and had let him fuck her, that didn't give him the right to assume he could have complete freedom with her body any old time he wanted to.

She should never have let him fuck her. She should have put a stop to it the other night. She should have stopped him just now in the cabin, too. She should have…

Oh, God! It's been so long, Carl! Three years, darling! I'm sorry – but I'm so hot! So horny and hot! And he's a good fucker, Carl. Oh, God, forgive me for that, darling.

But I need to be fucked! I need to so badly!

"Ahhhhhh, God, Logan…" she moaned, the small cry ripped from her lips by the wind.

She looked at the horizon. It went up and down with the pitching of the boat and around with the spinning of her senses. She shut her eyes against the wind and sun and fresh air and braced her legs wider apart, unable to keep herself from tipping her pelvis forward and up to push her pussy right against his face.

She felt his fingertips massaging her bloated cunt-lips. She felt the stickiness between her petals go slick and oily with the flood of honey now pouring from inside her steaming pussy.

She felt his gorgeous tongue against her puffy labes. It licked all around them. It laved her thighs. It rasped against her blonde pubes and teased fitfully at the straining, screaming nub of her clit that begged attention so shamelessly now.

His hands kneaded and worked at her inner thighs and helped to open her watering pussy. She felt the tip of his tongue circle the muscular, silky mouth of her cunt, and she caught her breath again and again.

She felt her tits swell inside the knit top, and it was all she could do to keep from grabbing the hard cones and squeezing them, and to hell with whether the children could see her do it or not.

Her knees turned to jelly. She wobbled up and down slightly through the hatch hole and then braced her elbows against the decking to keep from falling through.

She felt his warm, moist breath against her belly and abdomen as he licked and lapped at her cunt with long, flat sweeps of his tongue. The image in her mind was that of Midnight cleaning one of his front legs while he lay on the floor and lapped lazily at it.

She felt herself on the verge of coming. She gritted her teeth. She was going to yell. She knew she was. The kids would hear her. They would know what was happening, and she would shame herself right in front of them.

She made a movement to come back down through the hatch. Logan cupped his hands under her round ass-cheeks and held her there, not letting her.

Then he kneaded with his fingers and began doing something else that took her breath away with the madness and wildness of it.

She felt him separating her ass-cheeks. She felt the tips of his fingers running up and down her deep, shadowy crack. And all the while, he lapped at her watering, draining slit with his tongue and sucked her cunt-lips into his mouth and flicked them with the tip of his tongue, drinking down her juices.

Chris gasped heatedly. Her whole ass began to shake. She knew what he was going to do. She didn't want him to. Not even Carl had done that to her.

But she couldn't stop him. And the truth, she had to admit finally, was that she didn't want to stop him. She wanted to be driven wild! Yes, she wanted it!

His finger centered over her asshole. She felt the tiny mouth pucker and pulse and suck. He pressed inward. There was a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure, of itching and of tingling.

Her pelvis rocked and tipped. Her hips began making small circles, as if a part of her wanted to be rid of the irritating sensation. Yet there was another part of her that made her push her ass backward against the tingling fingertip and gasp again and again.

There couldn't have been more. Already, he'd done enough to her to make her come twice. But then she sucked in her breath again and felt her senses take another wild lunge upward to a higher plateau of pleasure and madness.

His tongue! It was going – under her crotch!

She felt the tip of it circle around her fluttering cunt-mouth one more time and then begin sliding under her torso, around the curve of her crotch, reaching… reaching…

"Ahhhhhh, God, Logan! Don't!" she cried thinly, gasping again, looking down into the hatch past her thrusting tits.

Her vision was blurred. The boat swayed and pitched, making her feel as if she were floating helplessly in the sea of sensation.

She saw him kneeling on the floor at the vee of the bunks, his head upturned, his mouth opened wide and pressed against her spread crotch. His hands were on her pouting ass-cheeks, palming them wide apart.

She felt the stretch of her ass-mouth as he pulled. She felt the tip of his tongue circle around and around with taunting slowness. The agony of anticipation left her breathless.

"No… no!" she gasped. "Don't do that, Logan. Don't! Nobody's ever done that! Ohhhh, it's nasty, Logan! You can't do a thing like that, I'll…eeeeennnnh!"

The squeal started out thin and high. She forced her throat around the column of sound and shut it down to a whine – just the way her tight, shivering asshole was forced down around his tongue tip when it finally penetrated her butt.

She nearly fainted. The boat yawed and swooped. She clung to the wooden frame of the hatch. Her knees gave way as her whole lower body shuddered wildly under the spasms of her violent orgasm.

She felt her pussy-tunnel crush down. She'd expected the emptiness of years of masturbating, the same sensation of silky, juicy tissues pulsing about a void.

But there was something to grip. It wasn't a cock. It wasn't big enough to be a cock. But it was something. And she squeezed tightly around it, feeling grateful for the meager length and girth of his thumb.

Juice ran from her cunt, dewing her petals to the point of making them drip. At the same time, her asshole pulsed and sucked and quivered with an intensity she couldn't believe. He wouldn't stop. Even after she'd been coming for an eternity of gripping spasms, he wouldn't stop.

His tongue plunged deeper and deeper up her asshole, darting back and forth at the same time, making her feel as if her butt were being prodded with a slithering snake.

If he hadn't been holding her up by her crotch, and if she hadn't been elbowing the deck as hard as she could, she would have slid right through and fallen into an orgasming heap.

The waves came again and again, pounding through her starved body. Far off, she could hear whimpering, squealing sounds, and she knew she was making them, and that the children were watching her through the windshield, guessing… knowing…

Slowly, agonizingly, she turned her head. It was an unbelievable sensation. Her eyes were open, although she couldn't see too well. She pretended to be perfectly normal, although waves of orgasm still pounded through her.

She looked back at them from the corner of her eye. She saw Pete. She couldn't see Robin. She saw Pete's mouth opening and closing. She saw the expression of blissful agony on his face that she knew must be on hers.

Their eyes locked for just a moment, and then his head tossed back, and she could see him let out a groan. She couldn't hear it. She was making too much noise inside herself to hear it.

She didn't know what was happening. She didn't care right then. All she was really conscious of was the darting, thrusting, fucking tongue churning up her asshole and driving her absolutely wild.

And then she did know. She watched Pete make small jerking motions with his head back and his eyes hooded and his tongue licking over his lips, and she did know.

And she had the audacity to feel shocked!

***

Robin had watched Logan pull her mother into the cabin with a curious mixture of jealousy and secretive superiority. She wondered what her mother would think if she knew the way her daughter had sucked that big, hosing cock into her mouth. Or what she would think if she knew about the proposition Logan had just made.

The sight of the bulge at his crotch had made her pussy start watering again. She could picture the big prick, all stiff and throbbing and ready.

Ready for her young pussy tonight…

By God, he was going to fuck her pussy with it tonight, too. Not her mouth, not her hand, not his own hand. Her hot, silky cunt! She was going to make his cock spurt into her pussy this time – not her dog's.

"Thanks for telling her," Pete said darkly.

Robin watched the cabin door close, and her twat gave another trembling throb. Would he dare fuck her in there? Why else would he have closed the door?

"You could have told her," Pete said again.

His sullen tone distracted her finally, and she turned her head to look at him, ready to be totally disgusted with him. He still sat in the deck chair. The shade line of the cockpit roof passed back and forth over him as the boat pitched and rolled, making him blink on and off with sun and shade, like a flashing sign.

"He told you to take the wheel, Pete," she said.

"To hell with it."

She blinked. She looked at him again. It was Pete sitting there. And yet it wasn't. He was suddenly different in a way she couldn't understand.

"What's the matter with you?"

"You could have told your mother about my dad. You didn't have to let her go on believing he was just a commercial fisherman. I wondered why she always thought I wasn't good enough to be around you. Why she looked at me as if I were no better than a piece of old bait, or something."

"You're crazy," Robin said. She tried to put force behind it, but her tone was strange, just the way his expression was strange.

"It was you all along, wasn't it? You didn't tell her on purpose."

"I didn't want to spoil it for her," Robin said sassily. "She was enjoying feeling superior. She was enjoying giving me a hard time about you, telling me all about Daddy's high standards and how we had to be careful and all the rest."

"Not as much as you were enjoying it," Pete responded. He squinted against the flash of sunlight at her. "I'm beginning to see it all now, Robin. You like bugging her. You've said so enough. But now it's clear that you were just using me to bug her with, weren't you?"

"What's gotten into you, Pete?"

"Maybe it's what's gotten into you, Robin."

She sucked in her breath, then put on a show of outrage and anger. "You're the only thing that's gotten into me, Pete Bast! You and your stupid cock! Finally! After I nearly raped you to get it!"

"Not quite all," he said. "Has he fucked your cunt yet?"

"What?"

"Cut it out, Robin," Pete flared, feeling a charge of courage and anger. "I watched you!"

Robin laughed a little too loudly. "What kind of trick are you trying to play with me? You didn't watch me do anything, you jerk!"

"I watched him stare at your tits just now. And I watched the way you gave them a little shake for him, too."

"God, are you imagining things! Him? Logan? He's old enough to be my father, Pete! In fact, I think he's going to be just that in a little while!" She laughed too loudly again.

"I watched him whisper to you and give you a vulgar bump. What was that for? Was that why you looked so lustful just now when they went down there? Are you trying to use him, too?"

She strode towards the pilot's bench and took the wheel. "I don't have to put up with this crap, Pete. That does it. We're through!"

He got out of the chair and stood beside her, looking at her. "You know what I think, Robin? I think your mother had it just backwards. I think maybe you're not good enough for me."

"Oh!" she cried, snapping her head towards him. She lifted her hand for a quick slap, but he caught her wrist and held it very tightly and put his face close to hers.

"At least I don't fuck my dog!" he rasped savagely. "And I'd never let my future stepdaughter suck my cock off while a dog was working her over!"

Robin gasped and stared at him. "You did watch! Oh! Oh, you sneaky, spying bastard!"

"You taught me how! Remember?"

They locked gazes for a long moment. Robin couldn't believe the change in him. Her mind whirled. And then she saw the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"Oh, Pete…" she whispered. "Pete, you're jealous."

"I was," he said. "I'm not any more."

"What are you, Pete?" she asked softly.

His eyes shifted. "I don't know what I feel, Robin. I really loved you. I really did. I tried to tell you. And now you've gone and… with him…"

"Pete… Pete, listen to me, honey. I did what you said. I can't deny that. Not if you watched me. He walked in on me and caught me… playing with myself. I was hot, Pete. I liked fucking you so much I got hot and couldn't wait for another prick inside me…"

"Quit lying, Robin. You've played with me long enough."

"Pete, he hasn't fucked me! Nobody's fucked me but you! I swear it!"

"Me and Midnight, you mean. A couple of dogs, is that it?" he said abjectly, looking ready to cry, looking more like the old Pete again.

"Honey, Midnight doesn't count! It's just been you, Pete. I swear it! All right, he offered just a little while ago. He offered to pay me back if I got you to quit talking to Mother about your dad. But I don't know if he was going to fuck my pussy or what!"

"That's what you wanted, Robin. It was all over your face that that's what you wanted, and that's what hurts."

"Oh, honey – you are jealous!" she said softly, taking his face in her hands.

She slid from the bench. She stood next to him, pressing her scantily clad body against his. She put her arms around him and held herself close, waiting for him to respond. His arms hung limply at his sides, and she felt him take in a deep breath.

She pulled back. She turned him slightly, urging him onto the bench behind the wheel.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm… Pete, I'm going to make it up to you. I'm going to make everything even again. Look, they're opening the hatch. It'll be all right, Pete."

"What are you talking about?"

They watched Robin's mother emerge partway from the hatch. Robin saw the expression on her mother's face, and her pussy-lips bloated quickly, imagining what Logan was doing to her.

"They're doing it, Pete!" she whispered excitedly.

"You're crazy!" he whispered back. "They're just coming out of the hatch onto the bow deck." He watched Mrs. Eglund for a long moment. And then he knew he was wrong.

He gasped suddenly. He looked down at the touch. He saw Robin kneel against the footrest and gasped again as her slim hand reached for his fly.

"Robin!"

"He's down there licking her pussy! I know he is! And I'm going to suck your big, wonderful cock off, Pete!"

"Robin!" he gasped again, pushing at her hand.

He squirmed in the seat. She was insistent. In a moment, his prick was free. She jacked it and pulled at it until it soared from his lap, the spongy young head throbbing and red.

"God, don't…" he moaned.

"I'm going to make it even, Pete. Better than even! I'm going to do to you what I learned to do with him and more! Oh, Pete, I'm going to suck your prick until you shoot your hot sperm into my mouth!"

"Robin…" he groaned shakily, his prick throbbing and jerking in spite of himself.

"Squirt your hot load right down my throat, honey! I want you to! God, I want to drink down every last drop! Ohhhhh, darling, if you thought my pussy was wonderful to fuck, just wait until you feel my hot mouth and tight lips and swirling tongue all over your big, wonderful prick!"

She jacked his cock faster. She heard him groan again. She watched the velvety head swell and pulse and grow redder.

She licked her lips and swallowed several times in anticipation of what she would be swallowing in just a moment. She had to do this. She had to smooth it over with Pete before he went and talked too much to her mother or somebody and ruined everything.

It would look funny if Pete suddenly disappeared. Her mother might catch on too fast. With Pete at ease and her mother unsuspecting, she could still get Logan to fuck her. She could still take him away from her mother and show the old bat just how much all her purity and caution were really worth.

She'd have to swallow that pungent stuff again. She'd have to gag over the way it slipped down her throat like a raw oyster. And over the way the pulsing, bucking knob bucked at the back of her silky throat.

But at least it wouldn't take as long this time. Not with Pete. He wouldn't last more than two seconds before he shot his load, just the way he hadn't lasted when he'd fucked her pussy.

And maybe, the second time around, she could swallow his cock down her throat. She'd nearly done it with Logan's prick. Pete's wasn't as fat. Maybe she could get his down. Then she wouldn't have all that sperm flooding into her mouth and dripping from her lips and trailing down her chin.

Robin licked her lips again. She angled Pete's prick towards her face. She opened her mouth. She felt him watching her and heard him gasp and moan with protest.

She licked out at his cock, sweeping the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft, flicking the pulsing head and making the meat jump in her hand.

"Ohhhhh, don't, Robin…" he moaned.

She moved quickly, before his puritanical groans of protest could make her angry again. She made a soft, fleshy, wet circle of her lips and plunged her mouth down over the head and shaft, taking his cock deeply into her mouth.

"Ahhhhh, God!" he gasped.

He didn't try to push her head away. That made a shiver of superiority pass through her. It showed what a fraud he was. He wanted her to suck his cock.

She prepared herself for the immediate rush of hot, jolting sperm as her soft lips nibbled down his cock. It didn't come, despite all the bucking and jerking of his shaft and the way he squirmed on the bench.

She made her tongue slither along the underside of the hard, pulsing pole of meat, up and down, while she drew on his cock with sunken cheeks and tried to pull his sperm up from his young balls.

He still didn't come. He groaned and hunched. He held the back of her head, now, urging her to take more of his prick into her hot mouth.

She took it. She forced her mouth up and down the shaft. She felt the velvety head bump the back of her throat, and she nearly gagged again.

Then she held her head still. She willed her throat to open up. She took another bit of cock into her warm mouth. She made her throat open a little more. She straightened her neck to help the straight, stiff rod go down.

She heard Pete moan shakily and felt him shiver all over. She felt his cock-head swell rhythmically with wild pulsations as the spongy mushroom entered the constricted, silky column of her throat and began sliding down and down.

A sense of elation and achievement swept through Robin. She was doing it! Her second cock, and she was doing it! Logan had been right, by God – she was a natural-born cock-sucker!

Suddenly, she didn't want Pete to blow his wad in a quick rush. She didn't want him to end this heady, thrilling experiment.

She opened her eyes and looked at the material of his cutoffs, from which his prick was thrusting.

She nearly went cross-eyed, trying to judge how much more of his cock was left before she had it all down her throat.

When she couldn't see his root clearly enough, she used her fingers to pry open the slit in his pants. She saw his dark curls. She wondered what they would feel like inside her lips.

Wild images went through her mind. She thought of sucking all his cock into her mouth and then wrapping her lower lip around his balls and taking them inside, too.

Could she do it? Could she swallow the whole works?

Another emotion began building inside her, mixing with the elation and accomplishment. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was making her very hot.

With Logan, she'd had her dog fucking her pussy and making her come at the same time. She wished Midnight were fucking her again. Or, better yet, she wished she had Logan's heavy, plunging cock running in and out of her twat while she sucked the whole of Pete's prick down her throat.

Top that, Mom! she cried inwardly. You can't be superior to me any longer, because you're not even willing to try that!

Her lips nibbled and drew. They sucked inward. They inched down Pete's throbbing, jerking shaft until she could feel the beginnings of his pubes growing from his young root.

Her fingers pulled and stretched the material wider. Then, knowing she'd never get to his balls that way, she undid the fastening of the cutoffs at his waist.

"Ahhhhh, Robin!" Pete gasped wildly.

He stared down at her and saw the yellow silk of her hair fanning over his thighs. He watched her spread his pants wide open, and he sucked in his breath.

He kept glancing at Mrs. Eglund. She was facing forward. Her head was tipped back slightly. She had her elbows braced strongly on the deck and hatch cover, as if she were hanging through the hole without any support under her legs.

Pete felt the sweet, firm, succulent lips nibble down his cock and gasped again. He'd been afraid that Mrs. Eglund and that bastard Gorman would come back on deck and catch him with his prick halfway down Robin's young throat, but he wasn't much worried about that now, considering that Mrs. Eglund didn't seem ready to move from where she was.

But he was appalled. He was stunned. What he couldn't see of Robin's progress because of her head being in the way, he could sure as hell feel.

And what he felt was that she was already sucking more of his prick into her mouth than she had Logan's. And she was still going!

He felt a curious stability. If he let himself, he could come at any moment, instantly, blasting his young, hot fuck-cream into Robin's throat and flooding her belly.

Yet, there was a strange ability to hang on – a clinical kind of control he certainly hadn't had the other night when he'd blasted off into her sweet, silky cunt, her virginal cunt, her first-time-ever-fucked cunt.

He didn't understand the difference. Now, there was a feeling of suspension and curiosity, as if he were as anxious as Robin to see just how much of his prick she could take before crying uncle.

In a deeper sense, he wondered if maybe something hadn't been ripped between them, at least as far as he was concerned. He'd never spoken to her so roughly before. He'd never felt himself on the verge of tossing her aside before.

He felt different – changed. He began wondering if maybe it weren't all bad that he'd caught her sucking Gorman's cock and being fucked by her dog. The intense grip had been broken. Maybe that was why he was able to put his hands on the back of her silky head and urge her mouth farther down his cock, instead of pushing her away before he soiled her purity.

Robin felt him do that. She felt the gentle pressure of his palms on the back of her head. She felt her throat open in advance of his swelling, pulsing, vibrating knob.

And she felt her hot young pussy throb with terrible need. It hit her with a flash of heat. She'd started this out as a mechanical act, an act of curiosity to see how much cock she could eat. She'd started it out as a way to salve Pete's ego so that he wouldn't make too many waves.

It had changed. Her pussy was drooling and flapping inside the bikini panties now. It was sucking wildly, squeezing and writhing all along its length with terrible need.

She made a kind of gasp, puffing air through her nostrils in steamy jets that bathed his root and his balls. Her lips compressed more tightly about his cock and sucked inward, drawing another fraction of an inch of his shaft down her throat.

She swallowed and swallowed, her silky muscles massaging all around the broad, swollen head of his vibrant dick. She heard him groan again, and she was afraid he'd come before she had his cock all down her throat, but he didn't.

She slid one hand under his balls and lifted them from his fly. She rolled them gently in her fingers, massaging them. She thrust her other hand into her soaked panties and gripped her bloated cunt-lips tightly, feeling the juice squeeze out of them and run between her fingers.

Her arm began pumping up and down. She masturbated wildly, spreading her knees wide, letting her ass sway and circle in the air, and she took still more of his cock into her mouth.

Somehow, from the corner of her eye, she saw his bare toes wriggling and spreading with passion. Her sight fixed on the big toe, and she whimpered in the back of her throat.

Without letting go of his prick, she worked her wet panties over the swells of her ass-cheeks and managed to draw one leg free of them. She spread her thighs wide and hunched her pussy close to his foot.

Her throat still working, still massaging his leaking cock, she worked his foot and her pussy together and then sank down with a throaty groan.

She felt his big toe fuck up into her steaming cunt. Her twat-mouth clamped tightly around it and sucked inward, and a new charge of juice flooded from her cunt walls.

"Ahhhhhh, Robin!" Pete gasped. "Your cunt! My toe's fucking your cunt! Oh, my God! Honey, I can feel my prick leaking oil down your throat! Ahhhhhh, Christ, I can't believe this is really happening!"

Her soft lips crunched around his pubes. The tingling sensation shot through her and made her tits swell and spike fiercely at the pink nipples.

She could feel with the tip of her finger that she had only another little way to go before his root flared out at the base where it was connected to his abdomen.

She ran her tongue down the bottom of his shaft. It slithered and massaged and made blood pound through the big veins of his cock. The tip protruded from her lower lip, and she could feel the silky wrinkles of his sac with it.

She was doing it! She was going to be able to wrap her tongue around his balls, too!

She was nearly there. Her throat went wild around his cock-head and the top of his shaft. She could sense the swollen bulge in the smooth, tanned column, the way it must look.

"Oh, God, honey – your mother! She's… God, she's coming! I know she is! She's coming! God, she looks so hot! She's shivering all over and just dangling through the hatch! Ohhhhh, Robin honey, I don't know how much longer I can hold on!"

His cock pounded and throbbed in her throat. She felt his big toe stretch up her cunt and nearly curl inside her pussy. One of his other toes rested right on the nub of her screaming clit and massaged it with every bit as much feeling as her fingers ever had.

She began rocking up and down, flexing her legs, making her pussy suck and slurp wetly along his toe. She felt the strong heat rush through her young body, and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer either.

"Ah! Ahhhhhhh, I'm going to come! Robin…" Pete gasped.

His fingers tightened in her hair. His hand pressed harder against the back of her head. It was enough, just enough to push her lips down fully against his root and mush out softly.

She'd done it! She'd eaten all of it!

"Nnnnnngh!" she whimpered.

She felt his prick swell and jerk strongly in her mouth and along the column of her throat. She felt the warm pulse of fluid and the sudden increase in slipperiness.

"Yaaaaagh!" he yelled, trying to hold back the fury of his outcry.

The tip of her tongue was curled around the bottom of his balls. She could feel the hard spheres pump his sperm. She could feel the fluid rush of it through his prick as it traveled over her lower lip and along the trough of her tongue.

She felt the pulsing of his knob as his prick spat and jetted the thick, creamy load into her throat, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

She spread her pussy-lips around his big toe and mashed her cunt against his foot and let the pounding rush of orgasm beat through her hot body.

She swallowed reflexively, milking his prick, sucking down every last drop of jizz. She felt it flow into her belly. She felt her cunt give forth her own emission of juices that bathed his toe and trickled out around his foot.

She came and came. She drank eagerly. It seemed that Pete would never stop pouring sperm into her throat. His balls seemed to hold twice as much as Logan's had. She knew she wasn't losing a drop of the creamy stuff, and that made her feel very good.

It was hard for her to tell when Pete was finished. He kept gasping and whimpering. His prick kept throbbing. He would pull downward against her head to keep her mouth fully over his prick and then push for a moment and then pull again.

His hips bucked up from the bench and made her lips flatten even more against his root. She made a wonderful discovery. If she massaged his balls with the tip of her tongue, she could get another spurt of cum from his prick. She did that until there just wasn't any more left to trickle down her throat.

"Ah!" he gasped softly, turning his hands to push at her head again. "I can't take any more, Robin. Ohhhhh, God, my prick's on fire! It's going to burst into flames! Ohhhhhh, stop – stop!"

She began drawing her head back. She felt his shaft ripple through her throat. She felt the soft head at the base of her tongue. Her compressed lips stripped his prick and made the last drop smear over her tongue as the red, wet rod popped free and thrust into the air.

She blinked. She smacked her lips. His cum tasted good! It wasn't pungent and bitter like Logan's. It tasted good!

"Ohhhhhh, Pete…" she moaned, wrapping her arms around his hips and hugging her face to his belly, feeling the wet, throbbing length of his shaft buck against her cheek.

"Honey – honey!" he cried, hugging her back. "That was super! You've made everything even again, Robin – more than even!"

She looked up at him. She felt funny inside, and it wasn't from his flood of sperm. She felt different toward him.

Much different.

CHAPTER FIVE

Robin slipped out of her bikini halter, sliding the skimpy garment down her arms and letting it dangle over Midnight's upturned nose, teasing him with it.

His tongue lolled from his mouth as he lay on the foot of her bed and snapped playfully at the halter, his tail thumping against the bed like a rug duster.

She teased him with the halter and then dropped it and bent down to hug him around the neck. Midnight whined and tossed his muzzle, licking her face and neck and the side of her arm wetly.

"What should I do, Midnight?" Robin asked him quietly. "I feel so different about Pete now. What should I do?"

Midnight's eyebrows winked alternately at her. His expression was solemn, as if he could understand what she was saying. His tongue came out and licked at the cone of her left tit, plucking under it and rippling over the nipple.

Robin felt another thrill go through her body. It had been like that all the rest of the afternoon and evening, just thinking about Pete's spurting prick, still feeling it inside her throat.

Logan had caught her eye several times, too – little reminders that he was going to make good on his word to pay her back later on tonight for getting Pete and her mother to quit talking.

Now, she didn't know what to do. She'd wanted Logan to fuck his big prick into her because Pete was such a clod. It wasn't that she liked Logan all that much. She didn't, really. But he was a fucker, and Robin was itching to be fucked.

Only now, Pete didn't seem like such a little boy any more. The way he'd held on to his boiling load until just the right moment had impressed her and made her think that maybe he had possibilities after all.

To tell the truth, after that episode in the guest house, Logan frightened her just a little. He'd been too intense. Too kinky. Too ready to make her do weird things.

And while it was all well and good to have a little rivalry with her mother, some of the things Pete had said had been working on her the past few hours.

Maybe she'd gone overboard a little herself.

After all, her mother was her mother. It was one thing to bug her a little. It was another to become a little bitch and sling her pussy around and try to take her mother's man away from her.

What the hell would she do with him if she did?

There was another thing about Logan. He'd piloted the boat to some cove late in the afternoon and had begun really giving her mother a sales pitch on his shrimp-farm idea.

Again, he'd been too intense, too grandiose in the claims of money to be made-after the initial investment, which he wouldn't talk about until he'd done a little more study.

Robin didn't know why she'd had a queasy feeling when he'd talked about it. Maybe it had been the expression on Pete's face. Maybe it had been the way her mother had brought up the caution they would have to exercise again and again – part of what Robin was rebelling against.

Anyway, the meaning of what Logan had been talking about had sunk into her young head for the first time. That, and the knowledge that she was involved with what her mother did, no matter how much she'd tried to ignore such matters.

The money her father had left was hers, too.

She passed her hand over Midnight's sleek head and looked at him. "Why didn't he want Mother to talk to Pete about his father's work, Midnight?" she asked.

Midnight lapped out with his tongue and licked the tip of her other tit again and again, pausing once to grin at her and lick his chops.

Robin stood up. Her nipple was taut and red from the stimulation, stretching from the pointing end of her tit. She looked at her dog and thought about letting him lick her pussy until she came.

She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her bikini panties and pushed down, slipping them from the round swells of her ass-cheeks. They slipped down her legs to the floor, and she stepped out of them and passed her hand over her twat, fanning the golden pubes.

She looked at Midnight. He was watching her closely, his head cocked to the side, his ears half-erect. He licked his chops quickly and thumped his tail on the bed and then went still again, eyeing her pussy intently.

Robin felt her cunt-tunnel throb. She glanced towards her bathroom door and knew she should go shower. She squeezed her pussy with a moment's indecision and then hurried towards the bathroom. If she hurried, she would have time to do both before Logan showed up again to take them out to dinner.

She slipped under the shower and soaped her slim, willowy body quickly, running her palms over her nipples and cupping them under the firm cones of her tits.

She squeezed the slippery mounds and moaned softly, feeling heat build inside her again. She rubbed her soaped palms over her round, tight buttocks, dipping into the deep cleft between them and running the tip of her finger around her tight, virginal asshole.

The sensation made her gasp. It made her pussy-lips bloat fully and her cunt start leaking slippery honey again.

She closed her eyes and wondered what it would feel like to be fucked up her ass. She'd heard of it. She wondered if Pete would do it. Or would he revert to his puritanical old self and whimper and carry on until she had to force him into that, too.

Logan would fuck her asshole. She felt certain of that. Logan would fuck her nostrils. Or would he have Midnight fuck her asshole, instead?

Robin washed her running pussy, circling her fingers over her clit, massaging the puffy petals, even slipping her finger up inside her cunt to feel the way her silky muscles gripped and spasmed around it.

She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. Midnight was there, as if waiting for her, as if knowing that he would catch her off guard.

His tail swished over the tile floor. He dipped his head several times and then began licking the water from her legs, his long tongue lapping and rasping up the smooth thighs towards her pussy.

Robin stood there, dripping water from her arms and the ends of her tits, and watched him. She spread her legs slightly, opening her crotch. Then she shivered sweetly when his tongue slurped over her cunt-lips and wobbled the puffy petals.

"Oh, you horny dog," she moaned fondly. "That's all you can think of any more, isn't it? Well, all right. But you've got to hurry, boy."

She went over to the towel rack and began blotting her fine body with it. Midnight lapped at her crotch all the while, his feet beginning to prance up and down now as he grew more excited.

She could even see the red, slick shaft of his cock jerking in and out of his hairy, wobbling sheath, and she wondered if she dared let him fuck her again.

"Ohhhhhh, God – hurry, boy, hurry!" she moaned, tossing the towel aside and heading for her bed, Midnight at her heels.

She couldn't suppress the small yip of surprise when her door opened and her mother walked in.

Robin halted where she was and stared. There was something about her mother's expression and the half-militant stride and the firmness with which she turned and closed the door that made Robin not even bother with the false modesty of putting her hand over her pussy or her arm over her tits.

"I want to talk to you, Robin," Christine said firmly.

Robin swallowed. Immediately, she wondered if Logan had said something. No, not him – Pete. Pete had squealed on her!

Midnight, dumb dog that he was, didn't see any reason to stop what he was doing, and he didn't. He thrust his muzzle right into Robin's damp, naked crotch and lapped upward, sinking his squirming tongue right between her cunt-lips and halfway into her slippery, ready pussy.

"Unnnnnh!" Robin groaned, jerking her hips back, making her twat-hole slide off his tongue with a wet sound. She swallowed again. She looked down at her dog and put on a good show.

"Midnight!" she howled. "Oh, you naughty dog! You get over there and lie down, right now!"

She pointed her finger furiously, her tits jiggling with the motion of her arm. Midnight whimpered guiltily and lowered his head, wondering what he'd done wrong. Then he turned and slunk away into the corner.

Robin looked at her mother. Christine stared from her daughter to the dog and back again, then licked her lips. Her expression changed for just a moment, taking on a lustful quality. Then she shivered and appeared stern again.

"I want you to stop seeing Pete," she stated, making as much a command of it as she'd ever made of anything.

Robin blinked at the suddenness of it. "Mother!" she cried, unable to believe how the order made her feel. It pointed up just how much she was beginning to love him. "What for, Mother?"

"Because I said so."

"You said so?" It had come out without thought. But now that she heard the question, she began thinking about it.

"Now, I don't want any argument about this, Robin. You know what I've thought all along about Pete – about how he wasn't good enough for you. Well, after what I know you did today on the boat, so brazenly, and sluttishly, my mind's made up."

"We didn't do anything, Mother!"

"Don't you try to lie to me, young lady! I know perfectly well what you were doing!"

Robin swallowed again. She stood there. She felt fury boil up inside her, but she held it down for once. She knew that tantrums only hardened her mother's position. Besides, there was more to this than met the eye.

"What was I doing, Mother?" she asked calmly, a small smile coming to her lips. "Tell me what you thought I was doing. Describe it to me, Mommy."

Christine clenched her jaw and made a thin line of her full lips. Her nostrils flared slightly. "Don't you toy with me, you young slut, or I'll…"

Robin looked at her mother levelly. "Yes, Mommy?" Her lip curled slightly. "Whatever you're thinking of doing if I disobey you, are you sure it would be all right with Daddy?"

"Don't you dare mention your father's name in context like this," Christine flared.

"Why not, Mommy? Does it make you feel guilty?"

"Guilty? Me? What on earth are you talking about? Why should I feel guilty? I haven't done anything to feel guilty about. You're the one who should feel guilty – and totally ashamed. Oh! I can't believe this! I just can't believe that you'd do such a revolting thing!"

"But I'm still not sure what you think I did, Mommy," Robin responded quietly, taunting her mother to the limit without meaning to this time.

"I knew all along that boy was trash. I don't care what his father did or does or anything else about him. And I can't believe that you would allow him to demean you in such a vile fashion. There has to be some good reason why Pete's mother left Thorne and why Thorne hasn't been able to remarry. I think maybe I know what it is, now, and I don't want you to see either one of them, ever again!"

Robin felt the top of her scalp go prickly. But, despite her anger, she knew that it was her fault. Partially her fault, anyway.

She held up her hand as if to silence her mother for a moment. "Now, wait a minute, Mom, I want to…"

"I don't want to hear it!"

"You mean I can't say anything? I can't talk? My God, Mother – what has Logan done to you! Daddy would have let me talk, and you know it! Explain that to his ghost!"

Christine recoiled as if slapped. Her eyes wavered. "All right," she said weakly. "I'll listen."

Robin sucked in her breath. She didn't know where to start. "I lied to you, Mother. About Mr. Bast."

"Lied?"

"Well, I let you believe all this time that he was a fisherman. And I guess I told you that Pete's mother left Mr. Bast. That wasn't true. He kicked her out. She screwed every prick she saw."

"Robin!"

"She wasted his money terribly. She even stole from him."

"Of course, Thorne told you that," Christine said skeptically.

"No, Pete did. He's the one who caught her doing all those things. Thorne trusted her. Pete said it really shook him up. The reason he hasn't remarried is that he doesn't want to trust another woman again." She looked at her mother oddly. "Sounds a little like you, Mom."

"That sounds nothing like me. Is that all?"

Robin saw she'd gotten nowhere. "Just tell me one thing. Logan put you up to this, didn't he?"

"That's insulting! Nobody puts me up to anything, Robin Eglund! I make up my own mind. And what you've said hasn't changed it a bit. You're not to see him any more."

"You go to hell!" Robin cried, breaking finally. "And don't you call them trash any more! It's Logan Gorman who's the trash around here, only your cunt's so quivery and wet lately that you refuse to see it!"

"Oh! How dare you! I've never…"

"Now, don't you try to lie to me, Mother! I saw you the other night on the sofa with your twat spread wide and his big prick slopping around in it!"

Christine paled and rocked on her heels. "You were at the movies with Pete!" she wailed.

"We came home early. We stood outside the window and watched you get your widow's pussy fucked full of hot, boiling sperm!"

"Pete…"

"Yes, Pete! Only get it straight that I was the one who made him watch, not the other way around. He was such a puritan, you wouldn't believe it."

"Oh, my God…" Christine whispered raggedly, putting her hand to her mouth, shame coursing through her.

"As for, today, he didn't want me to do that, either. But I made him let me suck his cock off. And I sucked the cum right out of it, Mommy! I sucked his hard, bucking prick clear into my throat, until my tongue was wrapped around the bottom of his balls! But do you know what made him come, Mommy? It was watching you!"

"What?"

"Watching you hang in the hatch while Logan ate your cunt out and made you come and come!"

"Ohhhhh, my God…" Christine moaned, reaching out unsteadily for some kind of support.

"Aren't you the least bit curious how I learned to suck a hard, full cock all the way down my throat, Mommy? Have you ever tried that? It takes talent. It also takes a teacher. Want to know who my teacher was?"

"No… no!"

"Yes, Mommy – it was Logan. Your wonderful Logan. Your sweet, hot-fucking Logan. In the guest house yesterday, while you were in town."

"You… you're lying! I won't hear any more! God!"

"You're going to hear more and more, because I'm not finished yet. There's more, Mommy. Here, you come over here, and I'll show you another little kinky trick he showed me."

She took her mother's hand. Christine was easily led. She seemed to be looking inward, scarcely aware of her daughter right at the moment. She didn't even protest when Robin ran the zipper of her dress down her back.

She smelled clean and fresh after her own shower. Her hair was brushed and fluffed, the slight amount of makeup enhancing her natural beauty.

Robin couldn't help noticing it all as she slipped her mother's dress from her shoulders and slid it down her slim, willowy body. Her mother was youthful and beautiful, there was no doubt about it. She hoped that she would look as graceful and lovely when she was in her thirties.

Robin felt her heart pound. What she had in mind to do was wild beyond her wildest dreams. Yet, she had to convince her mother of the truth – before it was too late.

She couldn't remember being so close to her mother in ages. Certainly, never this intimate, never undressing her.

She couldn't help drawing in her breath in appreciation when her dress puddled at her mother's feet. Her tits were bare. Her panties were transparent little blue things that didn't hide the deep, shadowy cleft of her ass or the cunning little pout of her pussy-lips.

Robin rolled those down, too. Her mother drew in her breath and opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. She stared at Robin as if looking at her, and yet her eyes focused a long way off – somewhere in time.

Christine was remembering. The other night, on the sofa. While he was fucking her. While he was drilling into her hot, yearning cunt with his big prick.

There'd been something not quite right then – something indefinable, something nebulous. But she'd been so hot she hadn't thought about it. Not until now.

His prick hadn't been quite right. It had been big and stiff and erect. It had entered her cunt and done its job. But it hadn't been steely-hard.

Not until the last, just before he'd come inside her and flooded her juicy cunt with his sperm. Not until the moment when she'd opened her eyes very slightly and had looked at him through the narrow slits.

She'd seen him. He'd been looking off to the side. If she hadn't been so hot, she would have wondered why, but that, too, had escaped her notice. Until now.

There was a quality about a prick when it was fucking you. She'd learned that with Carl. There were times when his cock seemed like a bar of tempered steel – so utterly hard it would have shattered if she'd tried to bend it.

There were other times when it was more like a bar of lead – so pliable that it was ready to go soft with the heat of her pussy rather than harder still.

Those were the times when she knew he was preoccupied, when his heart hadn't really been in the fucking he was giving her.

Logan's prick had been like that the other night. At first. All the while he was reaming her. Until the last, when he'd been looking off to the side.

Then, his cock had hardened and swelled inside her cunt and bucked wildly as it spat and spewed. She'd wondered why at the time. So fleeting had been the impression that she'd forgotten it. Until now…

She turned her head slowly and oddly. She looked at her daughter. She opened her mouth again. "The guest house?" she croaked hollowly.

"It's the truth, Mom. Pete watched. He can tell you it's true. I thought he'd come in to fuck me. Here, Mom – get up on the bed like this, and I'll show you what really happened."

Christine was pliable. All Robin had to do was position her mother, and it was done. She rested on her elbows and knees, her naked, sweet ass sticking up and back.

"Your picture…" Christine whispered. "That was what he was looking at. That was the only thing he could have been looking at. Then his cock went hard. All the while he fucked me, it was… it was… you! Your picture! Oh, my God!"

Whether it was because Robin had snapped her fingers at Midnight to get him to leap up on the bed behind her mother's upthrust ass or whether it was because she'd finally fitted the loose pieces together in her mind, Christine's eyes came back into focus.

She lifted her head. She looked straight forward and saw the pink, open maw of her daughter's pussy as Robin knelt in front of her and held her shoulders down firmly with her young weight.

"No!" she cried. "I can't believe it! I just can't believe it's true!"

Robin didn't respond. She wasn't sure what her mother was talking about, but she could guess. She shifted her position, stretching her legs out on either side of her mother's body, bringing more strength and weight to bear.

"Robin, what are you doing? Let me up. Why do you have me this way? Why are you trying to hold me down?"

"Because I'm going to show you, Mother – just what I learned to do from Logan. Up, boy!" she commanded, snapping her fingers again.

Midnight didn't even pause to sniff at the pocket of pussy-meat flaring back at him from between Christine's open thighs. After being scolded a moment ago, he was willing to be the most obedient dog there was anywhere.

He fairly leapt up over Christine's naked ass, standing on his hind paws between her parted legs and wrapping his front paws around her slim waist.

He pulled himself up against her round, tight butt with a quick lunge, his prick already scarlet and thrusting from its sheath, hard and darting and slippery.

The pointed tip shot forth again and again, stabbing and spearing from under his black belly, a brilliant red lance that gleamed and throbbed alarmingly.

"Ohhhhhh, my God!" Christine cried, her head stretching from her neck, her spine arching. "Get down! Midnight, get off my ass! Ohhhhh, what are you trying to do to me, Robin!"

She struggled wildly for a moment, heaving her shoulders against her daughter's strong grip. She tried to fling her ass around to get from under the hot, furry blanket of Midnight's belly, but the big dog held her ass with surprising strength.

He hunched closer and closer. The tip of his prick now stabbed against Christine's thigh, then slid between them, then poked into the deep crack of her ass.

"Yaaaaaah! Make him stop!"

"He did it to me, Mommy!" Robin cried, gritting her teeth as she held strongly onto her mother's bucking form. "Logan made him fuck my pussy and then made me suck his cock off. That's how great a guy he is, Mommy. That's how much better for you he is than Pete is for me!"

"No! No, you're lying! He'd never do a thing like that! God, let me up! Ohhhhh, his prick is hot! It's right – OH, MY GOD, ROBIN!"

Christine's eyes bulged from her head. The cords stood out on her neck as she tried to stretch her whole body forward away from the probing stabs of Midnight's cock. She nearly pitched Robin onto her back with the sudden lunge.

"Don't worry, Mother. It doesn't hurt. In fact, it feels pretty good to get fucked by a dog! It's better than not getting fucked at all, Mommy. Just think of all the hot times you've missed in the last three years. Isn't it a shame Logan couldn't have shown me how to get Midnight to fuck us three years ago, Mommy?"

"Ahhhhhh!" Christine shouted, shaking her tight ass. "Hot! So hot! His cock's so hot! It's in my pussy! Robin, he's fucking me! Ohhhhhh, my God!"

"Don't cry, Mommy. Don't think of what Daddy would think if he knew. Daddy's dead. He can't know. What matters is what Logan would think if he could see you now."

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Christine cried, her body pitching back and forth under the powerful thrusts of Midnight's body.

"I'll tell you what he would think, Mommy. I know. He'd think it was neat. He'd think you were a real kinky bitch. He'd love it. He'd ram his prick down your throat while he watched you getting fucked. That's what he'd think, Mommy!"

"Noooooo!" Christine moaned raggedly, shaking her head, her tits dangling from her chest, her hair hanging around her face and brushing silkily over her daughter's spread thighs.

"How is it, Mommy? Midnight's a pretty good fucker, isn't he? Can you feel his knot? Can you feel how his prick swelled up inside your pussy and made everything so tight he can hardly fuck his hot, throbbing prick back and forth inside you? See? I know what it feels like, don't I?"

"You… Ohhhh, how long have you…"

"I told you the truth, Mommy. Since yesterday, that's all. I can't help it if Midnight learns fast. But he sure learned well, didn't he? You must think so, too, Mommy, because your tits are all hard, and your nipples are red and spiked."

It was true! Christine felt the firmness of her tits as they jiggled back and forth under her chest. She felt the wetness growing inside her pussy as well and the way her cunt muscles were beginning to squeeze around the dog's mighty shaft.

"Ohhhhhh, Robin… make him stop…" she moaned.

"No, Mommy. I don't want him to stop. I want to watch him come in your hot pussy. I want to watch your face when it crinkles up with your own hot orgasm. I want to watch you experience everything I experienced when Logan made him fuck me!"

"God, this is terrible… beastly! How could you get me into a thing like this, Robin?" Christine wailed.

"To wake you up! To show you that one hard cock's just as good as another when it comes to making your hot pussy tingle. And your pussy is tingling, isn't it, Mommy? You're beginning to drool, Mommy. Oh, there it goes onto my bed."

Christine lowered her eyes. She watched the drop of saliva spread and form a darkened stain. She couldn't believe this was really happening to her.

"It's something I learned just today, Mommy, when I sucked Pete's bucking cock off into my throat. It's not just the prick. Any old prick feels good when it fucks you. It's what's behind the prick, Mommy! It's who the prick belongs to! God, I'm just a young kid, but I've learned it already!"

"Ohhhhhh, it's throbbing inside me!" Christine cried heatedly, amazement coloring her tone. "God, the way he pounds his hairy belly against my ass – like a machine!"

"Not a machine, Mommy. A dog. Just a dog. And if his cock is throbbing, that means he's going to shoot his doggy-sperm up into your pussy. It's hot stuff, Mommy. Hot and slippery. Mmmmmm, I can just feel it squirting up my cunt again!"

Robin tipped her head back for the first time, licking her lips. She'd been holding tightly to her mother. She discovered she didn't have to hold on so tightly any more.

She rocked her pelvis up and down. She was sitting on her tight little ass, with her cunt spread wide under her mother's face. She felt herself getting hot. She felt the juices start flowing from her pussy walls and collecting in a little puddle at her pussy-mouth.

"Ohhhhhh, I wish I had a cock, Mommy," she moaned. "A big, stiff prick jutting up from my thighs. I'd do what Logan did to me. I'd pull your mouth down over it and fuck my cock deep into your mouth and blast hot sperm against your tongue and make you swallow and swallow!"

"Nooo…" Christine moaned, the cry oddly breathless now.

"But no matter how fast you swallow, Mommy, you can't keep up with the jetting spurts of hot, slippery cum, and it squirts from your lips and runs down your chin and drips onto his balls!"

"God, don't…"

"Unless you learn to suck it all the way down into your throat, Mommy – the way I did it to Pete. I didn't lose a drop of Pete's sweet cum. Oh, it was sweet! Like cream! Logan's sperm was all pungent and bitter, and I nearly choked on it."

"Lies – lies!" Christine cried.

Robin's hips churned under her mother's face. "Ohhhhhh, not lies, Mommy – not at all. All you have to do is suck off Logan's cock and then suck off Pete's bucking prick, and you can see for yourself that I'm telling the truth. And when you do that, Mommy, you'll know there's only one way I could know such a thing!"

Robin gasped again. Her pussy was aflame. She wanted to take her hands from her mother's body and finger-fuck her soaked cunt to a flaming orgasm.

"God, I wish I had a cock for you to suck on!" she cried, lifting her hips up and down now.

The muscles of her cunt-mouth squeezed and pulsed. Juice ran from the slippery hole and trickled down her ass-crack to stain the bed.

Christine looked down at her daughter's pussy and moaned again. Her poor young cunt was so hot!

"Robin… oh, Robin," she moaned.

"Mommy, I'm so hot!" Robin cried. "Ohhhhh, do it, do it, do it! Suck my hard cock! Pretend it's a hard cock! Ohhhhhh, Mommy, do it!"

She cried out fiercely and clasped her hands at the back of her mother's head and pulled down hard.

"Yaaaaah!" Robin cried, lifting her hips.

"Nnnnnnnfff! God!" Christine bleated.

But the sound was muffled. It came out in a bubbly way. The gasp of utter shock and alarm sputtered through the wet, silky tissues of her daughter's cunt-meat as her open mouth was plastered down over the wet, quaking hole.

"Ohhhh, Mommy – suck my cunt!" Robin screamed.

CHAPTER SIX

Christine's head spun. Her senses reeled. She tried to stop the whirling emotions inside her so that she could examine all that was happening to her and see clearly what the meaning of it was.

But there was too much going on for her to halt it. She might as well try to still a hurricane so that she could look around the yard and see if she'd forgotten to bring anything into the house out of the blow.

Flavor burst through her senses – a heady, sweet, slippery kind of flavor. She knew it was the taste of her daughter's running cunt-honey, and her emotions took another leap.

She felt the swollen knot at the neck of Midnight's hard, surprisingly big cock, and she had difficulty accepting that it was really fucked up inside her pussy.

She had heard all that Robin had told her about Logan despite her efforts not to listen, and that, too, had caused a reaction that added to the whole of what she was feeling.

And right now – right at this instant – she could hear Robin's cries of unmistakable passion. She could feel the clawlike fingers pressing urgently at the back of her head and forcing her open mouth more fully onto the spread, silky, squashed lips of her daughter's sweet pussy.

The cries had another kind of sound to her – something that harkened back through time to when Robin was a small girl. It was as if she were crying for comfort and love, just the way she used to when she would fall and skin her knee or when she would wake up with fright from a nightmare.

There was a pleading tone to the cries, a calling out for comfort again, as if she were in terrible need.

Perhaps that was why Christine didn't fight harder. Perhaps that was why her lips began compressing gently, as if she were kissing the red wound that was causing little Robin such agony.

Only now the wound was a gash, silky and slippery and hot, like no other wound she'd kissed before. Yet, the agony was just as intense, somehow, the comfort still needed.

And, of course, there was a sense in which Robin had been wounded in this spot between her trim thighs. If half of what she'd said were true, then Christine herself had contributed to some measure to the agony in her daughter right now.

Oh, Carl – Carl, I caused it to happen! she cried inwardly. I must give her my comfort again, Carl. Don't you understand?

Her lips compressed again. She felt the spongy, puffy give of the bloated cunt-lips between them. She savored another trickle of sweet honey from the red wound, swallowed it with a shuddering moan.

Her tongue came from between her lips and explored the incredibly silky texture of her daughter's twat tissues. She moaned again, half her mind aware of what she was doing.

But was what she was doing any worse than having a dog's cock deep in her cunt, fucking her? The dog was about to achieve his satisfaction in her. She was about to give it to him.

The dog was not her own flesh and blood. This whimpering, needing, agonizing girl was. Didn't she owe Robin at least as much as she was going to give a dog?

"Ohhhhhh, Mommy, Mommy!" Robin whimpered urgently. "I need to come so badly, Mommy! Make me come! Ohhhhh, suck me and kiss me and make me come!"

There! Weren't those nearly the same words she had uttered to herself just this afternoon? Were they any the less meaningful now because her daughter had uttered them instead of herself?

God, how she and Robin had been at each other for the past three years! Always on edge, always in combat. Wasn't it time to stop? Hadn't there been enough loneliness with Carl gone? Wasn't it time for mother and daughter to be together for a change in their need for each other?

The whirling suddenly stopped. She felt as if she were looking down from a great height through crystal-clear air, able to see at last the meaning, the things that could be.

She had moralized long enough. She had remained aloof and above her daughter beyond the point where it would be of value to continue any longer.

Indeed, she may have been there too long already. She may even have helped push Robin away from her by being there so long.

It was time to commit. Robin was no longer a little girl. Robin was entering womanhood – had already entered it. Therefore, in a strange sense, they were no longer mother and daughter, but two women, united in a special way, but each needing to go separate ways now.

How separate, how separated, would be determined by this moment.

Christine felt that. She felt, too, with sudden clarity, that Robin had been telling her the truth. And that the truth had to be believed if she were not to become an object of contempt in Robin's eyes – an example to be differed from as much as possible.

The consequences of that course were frightening to imagine. They made her shudder. They made her scoop her hands under her daughter's shaking, needing ass and lift the sweet, yearning pussy fully to her warm mouth.

Christine moaned deeply inside and committed herself. She gave herself over completely to the little conspiracy that would forever unite them in that special way about to be lost.

Her mouth opened wider. Her lips sucked. Her tongue thrust from her mouth into the slippery, silky maw of her daughter's hot cunt, and she gave her all.

She'd had a good lesson this afternoon. Robin was right about that much of it, anyway. Logan taught well.

She did all that she remembered having done to her. She turned her head slightly from side to side, letting her lips slip over her daughter's cunt-petals. Her tongue pumped in and out of the hot, wet well of silky, oiled meat.

She felt the clench and spasm of pussy muscles around her tongue, and the sensation was strangely thrilling, making her own muscles squeeze and suck at the prick buried in their midst.

Her upper lip detected the straining, pulsing nub of Robin's clit, and she dove for it, knowing the pleasure and comfort it would bring.

"Eeeeee, Mommy!" Robin cried. "Wonderful! Ohhhhh, so wonderful! Oh, Mommy, I love you! I can't help saying it! I've been such a little brat to you, and I'm sorry! I bugged you and bugged you, and – ohhhhh, you're tops, Mom! The best!"

Christine's heart swelled. She'd done the right thing. She knew it now; no matter how wrong it seemed, it was right!

Her fingers squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh of her daughter's ass. Her palms spread the round cheeks wide. Her tongue licked and lapped up and down the running gash, bathing the wound, making it all better.

At the same time, she began to move her own ass. She felt full. She felt warm and liquidy inside. It didn't matter now that it was Midnight's cock up her pussy.

There was a certain justice to it, even, because Midnight – good old Midnight – was part of the family in his own special way.

She heard him growl softly. She felt his haunches pumping up and down as he fucked and fucked at her ass, keeping his knotted, full prick buried deep in her cunt.

She felt the incredibly agile and humanlike paws grip her waist and pull her back against his thrusting belly. She felt the throb of his full prick inside her, and she moaned inwardly, wanting him to come, wanting him to ease his poor balls and shed the years of affection inside her warm pussy.

She felt the hot drip of saliva on her back and was not shocked by the tickling as it ran towards her waist. Nor was she outraged by the way his long tongue licked up her back to the nape of her neck.

He licked her hands, didn't he? Didn't he jump up on her and lick her face with excitement when he greeted her at the door after a day's absence?

"Ohhhhh, Mommy, Midnight's getting ready to come in your pussy! I can see him, Mommy! He's tossing his muzzle around and licking his lips and kissing you all over! Ohhhhh, God, I'm going to come, too, Mommy!"

Christine licked harder. She placed her open mouth and soft lips all over Robin's draining, flowing pussy-hole. She sucked at the bottom of her crotch.

Then the tip of her tongue swept over Robin's tight, puckered, quivering asshole.

"Yaaaaaah, yes! Ohhhhhh, Mother!"

Christine's pulse pounded wildly. She felt the blazing thrills shoot through her body as she hesitated for just one moment before committing herself again.

Her tongue tip pointed. She thrust it from her mouth. She felt the rubbery texture of Robin's sweet, virginal asshole, the way it pulsed and spasmed around her tongue.

She heard the long, high wail of blissful agony erupting from her daughter's throat, and she thrust harder, spearing the warm, wet organ into her quivering butt-hole.

Robin's body suddenly lifted and held. It began shuddering in Christine's hands. The muscles and tissues began quaking and sucking with wild sweeps inward.

"Yaaaaaaah, Mommy! I'm coming! God, am I ever coming! Ohhhhh, don't stop, don't stop making me come!"

I won't, darling – I won't!

She thrust deeper and deeper, blending with her daughter, becoming a part of her shaking body. So much that she began shuddering herself, rippling all over, squeezing and sucking and rocking back and forth.

It took her a moment to realize that she was coming herself. Then she heard Midnight's throaty whimper and felt his big prick buck inside her pussy.

She felt the hot, forceful jets of his sperm as his pointed prick spewed and jetted. She felt the warm, furry cementing of his belly to her upturned ass and the way he shuddered and humped against her body and came with them.

There was a dreaminess to it all that she would never have imagined. She felt as if she were floating, as if she were flying through the air in the midst of her orgasm, and there was a liberated quality she hadn't felt for a long, long time.

It was the way Carl had made her feel sometimes, when he held her tightly in his arms and bore down against her and drove his prick to the hilt in her shaking cunt.

She even imagined she could hear his voice right now, telling her how beautiful it was, how exciting to watch, how kinky. How he was going to love being married into this family…

Christine gasped. The dream ended with a breathtaking suddenness. She lifted her head from between Robin's spread, quivering thighs and turned it. Her eyes took a moment to focus again. When they did, they saw him.

Not Carl.

No, not Carl. Carl was dead. The man walking towards them with the lustful grin on his face wasn't Carl. Carl would never be unbuckling his pants and pushing them down to free his straining big cock in front of his daughter.

Carl wouldn't do that.

But Logan would. And Logan was.

"Better and better," he rasped huskily, his eyes running over both their naked bodies. He held his prick in his fist. "Wild – kinky wild! It makes my balls ache!"

He came up to them. He grinned down at Christine. His hand jacked up and down on his hard, thrusting shaft. The head was pointed right towards her, and she could see the swelling and pulsing of the velvety knob.

She knew what he was going to do. She knew it the moment she saw his other hand coming towards the back of her head. Her eyes turned upwards from his hard prick to his face, and her mouth opened.

"Logan!" she cried.

His prick-head rippled past her lips. She felt the velvety smoothness of it against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She caught the scent of his prick and his balls. It was heady. But there was something rank about it, too.

"I offered you girls a dinner," he said huskily. "It looks like we're going to eat here. Ahhhhh, eat this big piece of meat, baby, and I'll eat out your asshole again!"

Robin lifted up. She saw the heavy, full cock thrusting between her mother's lips. She saw the way her mother's eyes were rolled upwards as she looked at Logan's face. And she saw the way Logan was staring at her wet, bloated cunt while he fed his prick into her mother's mouth.

Christine saw it, too. There was no mistaking it this time, because she was looking for it. His cock was steely-hard. Not because he was fucking it into her mouth, but because he was looking at Robin's young pussy. Just the way he'd been watching her picture before.

Christine moaned. She tried to move her head backwards. She wanted to spit out his prick. She wanted to rise up from the bed and tower over him and do him physical harm.

The notion was absurd, of course. Women didn't get physical the way men did. But she couldn't reconcile that cultural understanding with her raging desire to bash his face.

"After all that honey, you need some cream, baby," Logan rasped heatedly, pulling at the back of her head, forcing her mouth down over his steely, throbbing prick.

"Don't!" Robin cried. "Don't do that to my mother!"

Logan lifted his brows and raised his eyes from her spread, draining pussy to her face.

"Why not, sweetheart? Do you want to suck it again? Do you want another drink from my spurting prick?"

Robin looked at him. She licked her lips. Her heart pounded. "Yes!" she choked.

"That's terrific, baby. You'll get it. Just as soon as I give Chris a taste. She hasn't wanted to suck my prick yet. I figure it's because she doesn't know how. She's got to learn, hasn't she? Just the way you learned."

Robin reached forward for his cock. Logan lifted his hand in a threatening way, and she sat back.

"She's no good at blow-jobs, Logan," Robin said. "She's not a natural, like me. You don't know what I did to Pete's big cock today?"

"That stupid jerk? What did you do to his cock?"

"Sucked it off," she said, moving her tongue slowly around her lips, opening her mouth at the same time. "All the way down my throat, Logan. I got the idea from the way you tried to fuck my throat yesterday, and I did it. Every last inch. I want to do it to yours right now! Ohhhhh, let me do it, Logan!" Robin moaned. She leaned back. She made her eyes hooded. She put her hand to her pussy and began swirling it around in the wet meat, lifting her hips and circling them, masturbating openly.

Christine moaned in the back of her throat. The cock was filling her mouth. It was throbbing and bucking, and there was a slippery, pungent oil seeping from the big eye of it, fouling her mouth after the sweet honey of Robin's pussy.

She rolled her eyes to the side, watching her daughter. She felt shocked. Worse than that.

She felt betrayed.

Her giving had all been wasted. The commitment to Robin had been subverted, because the traitorous girl was begging to suck his prick again!

Logan's cock jerked again. "Ohhhhh, that's a hot pussy there, baby!" he moaned. "God, does it need a good fucking!"

"All right – yes!" Robin cried. "Here, Logan. It's all open and wet for your big prick! Ohhhhhh, you know I wanted you to fuck it up my pussy yesterday! Do it! Do it now! Shoot all that hot, sweet cream into my cunt!"

She opened her knees all the way and spread her cunt-lips with the tips of her fingers, stretching the pink mouth of her wet pussy open so that he could see it fully.

"God, what a cunt!" he gasped.

His prick jerked again. It seemed to stretch in Christine's mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She felt the head dance there, bucking and throbbing.

Then her eyes shot wide open as she felt the first hot, pungent, spewing jet of sperm splash against the back of her throat.

She whimpered inside. She nearly vomited. Robin had been telling the truth, all right – his cum tasted terrible!

"Yaaaaaagh!" he cried, tipping his head back, thrusting his hips forward, fucking his prick deep.

His balls lifted under his root and pumped. Sperm poured into Christine's mouth in a flooding torrent. It hosed down her throat and swam in her belly and nearly bounced back up again.

She closed off her throat, and then it flooded her mouth and spurted out between her lips, drooling down his shaft and stringing to the bed, just the way Robin had said it would.

Christine closed her eyes tightly shut. She didn't think she could bear any more. Her daughter had betrayed her. The man she was ready to marry had just raped his spewing prick into her mouth while ogling her daughter's pussy.

And then she heard Robin's loud swearing, felt the way her little fists pummeled at Logan's chest.

"You Goddamn bastard! You came in Mommy's mouth! You rotten shit, I told you not to do that! I told you she didn't want it! Bite, Mother! Bite his cock off!"

"Ahhhhhgh! You stupid cunt!" Logan bellowed.

Christine heard a smack. She heard Robin cry out with pain. She tasted a sudden saltiness in her mouth, and then she felt the stinging smack against her own cheek as he slapped her head away from his bleeding prick.

He roared. He raged at both of them. And then he was gathering them together in his strong arms, bending them, forcing them into ungodly positions.

"I'll teach you cunts to fuck around with me! You, you old hag – you need more practice sucking cocks! Suck on that one! When you can suck off a dog's cock, then maybe I'll let you try mine again!"

Christine howled with pain and astonishment. She felt the warm fur of Midnight's belly against the side of her face. She heard him grunt as Logan pressed her head against his belly.

Midnight had been lying on the bed with his leg up in the air, cleaning off his prick again. Now he was half on his back, and his red, pointed prick was thrusting right towards Christine's startled face.

Logan pushed at her head again, and the pointed, scarlet tip of Midnight's cock bumped against her lips and went between them.

"Ahhhhhhgh, no!" Robin bawled. "Stop, you bastard! Not my ass! Goddamn you, not up my ass!"

Christine rolled her eyes. She could just see the way Logan had his hand pressed into the middle of Robin's back, holding her down just the way he was holding her head against Midnight's belly.

He also had his knee against Christine's ass, preventing her from moving. She had no idea he was so strong!

But the sight that blazed through her mind was the big, hard, thrust of his steely cock against Robin's helpless butt.

The shaft was shiny from the mixture of saliva and sperm it had been immersed in. There was a tint of pink to the juice from where the edge of her tooth had broken the skin.

He wore a maniacal expression. He sweated furiously. He bore forward against Robin's ass, and Christine whimpered when she saw the solid length of his cock begin to sink into it.

"Yaaaaaagh!" Robin screamed throatily. "You're killing me! Your prick hurts! Ahhhhh, Mommy – he's fucking it up my asshole!"

Midnight growled. His prick throbbed between Christine's lips. His paws bicycled in the air as he struggled to get out from under the weight of her pushed-down head.

Apparently, Midnight was less animal than Logan. His prick was a good two inches into her mouth. He should have liked it. He should have let the thick, scarlet shaft jut from its sheath and fuck all the way into her warm mouth, the way he'd let it fuck into her hot pussy.

But maybe he knew there was a limit. Or maybe he just didn't like the way his mistress was screaming and bawling as Logan's big, slippery prick fucked up her virginal asshole.

It was going in. There was no question of it. Robin's cheeks were shuddering wildly. The shaft showed only an inch or so, which meant there was already half a foot of cock throbbing up her tight young ass.

Logan bore down. His eyes were wild. This was the kinkiest he'd had it in a long time. Maybe that was what made him begin to lose control of the three struggling bodies he was holding down.

Midnight got free first. His cock jerked back from Christine's lips and was swallowed by the furry sheath. He twisted and writhed on his back a little longer, and then he managed to get to his feet.

He cocked his ears and looked at what Logan was doing to Robin. He went over to them, sticking his nose into Robin's screaming face.

"Ahhhhh, stop! You're killing my ass, you Goddamn bastard!" she bawled. "Midnight – help!"

He cocked his head again. He looked from Robin to Logan, trying to puzzle it out. Logan was supposed to be a nice guy, a friend. But there was no doubt he was hurting Robin right now. They weren't playing. This wasn't the time to bounce around and bark and join in.

Midnight lowered his head. His tail went still and straight. His lips curled back from his fangs, and his flews rattled as he let out a tentative growl.

"Get him! Midnight, get him!" Robin cried harshly.

Midnight growled again, more menacingly this time.

"Easy, boy," Logan said, his voice astonishingly soothing. Then he gasped softly and moaned. "Ohhhhh, God, what a tight, sweet asshole! Baby, if you keep clenching your butt-cheeks together like that, I'm gonna fill your butt with sperm! Ahhhh, Christ – there! It's all the way in! Shit, I can feel your cheeks flatten under my belly! Suck it deeper, you hot little cunt!"

"Ahhhhhgh! Ohhhhh!" Robin cried, twisting and thrashing under the murderous onslaught of his big prick.

She gasped again and again. She wished he weren't raping her. It was a wild sensation to have a hard prick up your ass. It might even feel good if you were hot enough to want to fuck.

But it didn't feel any good when you were being raped. It hurt like hell!

She couldn't keep her ass still. The itching pain was unbearable. His prick wasn't wet enough. It burned. The length and thickness of it made her feel uncomfortably stuffed.

But there was no way he could have made her like it. Not this time. Not ever again. Not his cock.

She'd reached a point. She knew it now. She'd had an inkling of it this afternoon. She'd chastised her mother about it just a little while ago.

Now, she felt it.

There was more to fucking than just a hard cock. There was the man behind it, too.

And Logan Gorman wasn't the right man.

"Midnight – get him!" she cried again.

Midnight tried another growl. This was the screwiest game he'd ever played. He simply didn't know what to make of it. He was ready to go off and lie down and think it over a little while.

But then Robin's asshole spasmed around Logan's imbedded cock. Logan groaned in the back of his throat, making an animal sound. His prick swelled in the depths of her young ass.

It bucked and shuddered. He bore down against her butt and let his cock explode violently.

"Aaarrrgh!" he growled.

His prick spewed sperm into Robin's virginal ass. Everything went slippery. His prick slid back and forth, fucking her slick, rubbery asshole with the jerking of his hips.

He growled again. Midnight growled back, the hackles rising on the back of his neck. That wasn't a playful sound. He barked deafeningly and came towards Logan, his fangs glinting and bared.

"Ohhhhh!" Robin cried shudderingly, feeling the wetness flood into her ass like a hot enema. "Mommy! Mommy, I'm… I can't help… ohhhhhh, damn, damn!"

"Oh, Robin, it's all right, darling! It doesn't mean anything! Not any more, Robin! Not since you've told me the truth and made me see him – really see him! Come, Robin! I know what it's like, darling! I know you can't help it!"

"Ahhhhhhgh!" she cried, her young body shuddering and pulsing, her violated asshole squeezing spastically around the stuffing, spurting, raping prick.

That was all it took for Midnight. That final throaty yell from his mistress. He lunged forward, growling and barking and snapping his jaws.

He caught Logan's arm between his teeth. He bit down. Logan bellowed at the top of his lungs. His fist balled and swung through the air. He clubbed the side of Midnight's head with it, making the dog yelp with pain and let go and back away.

But now Christine was free. She scrambled away and spun around. She watched her daughter writhe with orgasm and pain as her young ass tried to shit out the big prick inside it.

She was aware of the thumping of feet running down the hall only after the door banged open. Then she looked up and saw two men standing there, staring with shock. One of them was Pete.

"My God, Dad! He's raping her ass!" Pete cried.

"Hey!" Thorne shouted, charging into the room.

Christine stared. She felt ready to bawl with relief. She didn't know why they were there. She didn't care. She didn't even care that she was stark naked and had sperm glistening on her chin on her first meeting with Pete's father.

"What the fuck!" Logan blurted, jerking his head around.

Thorne Bast looked something like his son. Older, of course. And a little bigger and heavier. Tanned. Quite fit, with an athletic agility to his menacing stride across the room.

Christine was appalled that she would notice his looks at such a moment. But she did. And she liked them.

He was quite handsome. He should be, being Pete's father, since Pete was a good-looking boy. His hair was darker than Pete's, where it wasn't partially sun-bleached from the time he spent combing the shore for his driftwood.

She could see something else, too. She could see that Robin had been telling the truth about him. He wasn't a peasant-type fisherman. Not at all. He was a man outraged by the violence he saw and heard.

Christine wasn't even sure he saw her. His gaze was fixed with purposeful intensity on Logan. He seemed totally unafraid.

Logan saw him coming. He tried to pull his cock from Robin's tightly gripping asshole. He couldn't get free. He lifted her half from the bed in his effort to, making her dangle from his prick.

He lifted his bloody arm to ward off the blow Thorne launched. It was like two bulls clashing. The fist slid down Logan's arm and thudded into the side of his head.

Logan bellowed and hooked his right fist into Thorne's head, still jerking his hips backwards in an effort to free his cock from her clenched shitter. Robin squalled with pain.

Pete came in from the other side. He got an elbow in his gut that doubled him over and made him wheeze breathlessly.

Midnight got back into the fray. He didn't know who the strange man was, but he knew Pete. And he sure wasn't feeling very friendly toward Logan any more – not after that wallop on the head.

With a quiet, businesslike snarl, he clamped his jaws down around Logan's other arm and clung to it. Logan yowled again and gave a mighty heave, ripping his cock from Robin's asshole.

He spun to meet Thorne again, pulling Midnight around with him, seeming oblivious to the pain the fangs must have been giving his arm.

"You've had it this time, Grunwald," Thorne said levelly, circling towards the dog-encumbered arm.

"Not yet, Bast," Logan growled. "You didn't get me last time, and you won't this time, either."

"I've been looking for you for a long time, you sick creep."

"Grunwald?" Christine uttered, staring from one to the other of them. "No, it's Gorman, Mr. Bast. Logan Gorman."

"Larry Grunwald, Mrs. Eglund. A crook and a creep from way back. I only wish I'd known earlier, and I would have spared you from his kind of sickness with women."

Logan curled his lip back and laughed with an evil, braying sound. "Sally sends you her love, Bast," he cackled. "Last time I saw her, she was on her way to Barbados with two buck niggers and a Great Dane. They damn near didn't let her on the boat. Can you picture it, Bast? The four of them?" He laughed wildly again.

"Mom?" Pete wheezed with agony. "Dad, is he talking about Mom?"

"You rotten…" Thorne grated.

He charged. He bowled into Logan full force, his big fist smacking into Logan's hard stomach with enough force to stun him this time.

But Logan had been ready for it. Cunningly, with the instinct of an animal, he'd counted on the rush and had taken the body blow for the chance to hook his powerful fist into the side of Thorne's head.

Thorne's knees buckled. He went down on them, looking dazed. Logan bellowed with victory. He reached for his arm and pried Midnight's jaws from it. Blood ran down to his wrist. He flung the dog against Thorne and started from the room, holding his arm against his stomach, still buck naked.

He turned at the doorway and looked at Christine with blazing eyes and a curl to his lip.

"I'll be back, baby," he said. "You'll learn to like it, too. You'll see."

Then he turned and padded weavingly down the hall.

"Dad!" Pete groaned, heaving himself to his feet and getting as far as the door before turning a pale shade of green.

"Let him go, Pete," Thorne said. "He's not going to get very far. Not this time. I talked to Dave Jordan on the phone before we came over. He checked with Miami. The warrant on that land fraud six years ago hasn't expired yet. Dave'll have a squad car at his place to meet him. If he gets that far without his pants on."

Thorne made a face and slumped onto his butt on the floor, leaning against the bed. He puffed his cheeks and let his breath out, fingering the side of his neck gingerly.

"Man, that guy's strong." He looked partway around and winced at the movement. "You okay, Mrs. Eglund?"

"How about you, Mr. Bast?"

They looked at each other, eyes exploring. They both grinned at the same time, then laughed softly.

"Everything considered," Christine said, "this Mr. and Mrs. stuff is a little silly, isn't it?"

"Well, I heard you were a very formal lady," he grinned.

"I don't feel formal at the moment. I feel very naked."

"Yeah," he laughed, wincing again. "You look a little naked, too. Very beautifully so, I might add. I only wish we'd meet sooner so that I could have saved you from Grunwald. Or Gorman, as he calls himself now."

"How did… well, I can't help wondering how you came to show up here."

"Pete," he grinned. "He told me about this guy you were going with some time ago, but of course the name Gorman didn't mean anything to me then. When he mentioned the shrimp-farm idea and whether I would look into it for you – on the sly, of course – the whole scheme rang a bell."

"A bell?"

"It was one of Grunwald's favorites. He tried it with a client of mine five years ago. I nearly caught up with him then, too, but he slipped away. When Pete mentioned the cove where this farm was supposed to be, I checked with a friend of mine. The place is a protected wetland area. There's no way he could put a shrimp farm or any other kind on it. That's when I had Pete describe him to me, and I knew."

Christine came to the edge of the bed. She slid off it and sat on the floor beside him. It made no sense at all to pretend modesty now – even if she'd felt like it.

He looked at the thrust of her firm tits openly.

His eyes traveled down her body to her pussy and along the lines of her thighs. He spent as much time looking at her toes as he did her naked twat, and she realized shortly that his appraisal was that of an artist instead of a lecher.

"I knew you would have to be this lovely," he said honestly. "Robin is. You would have to be."

She looked at his face, her eyes going over it. "I was thinking a similar thought about Pete and you," she said.

As if on unspoken cue, they both looked towards their children. Pete had his arm around Robin. He looked uncomfortable in his role of male protector. He looked as if he could get used to it quickly enough.

"Are you all right, honey?" Christine asked Robin. "You're not – torn or anything?"

"I'm fine, Mom," she said. "My ass itches a little. But I think Pete can fix that all right."

"Robin!" Pete blushed.

"Everything's out in the open now, Pete. Isn't it, Mom?"

Christine laughed softly. "You and I certainly are," she said.

She smiled at Thorne. She got to her feet and went over to Robin and Pete. She could feel the way Thorne's eyes followed the sway of her hips and the movement of her fine, firm ass-cheeks.

She felt no embarrassment at all at the way Pete stared at her naked body and his mouth fell open. He swallowed and looked up at her, trying not to look at her pussy and tits.

Christine bent down and slid her arms around his neck and hugged his head to her firm tits. She kissed him. She looked into his eyes.

"I'm very sorry for the way I've been to you, Pete. I do hope you'll forgive me."

He swallowed again, his lips brushing over one of her nipples. He looked at Robin and then back at her. "It was just a misunderstanding, Mrs. Eglund," he said.

"Chris," she said softly. "If I'm going to be mothering you from now on, we can't have all that formality. Right, Robin?"

"Right, Mom," Robin smiled. She gave a little cry and hugged her mother tightly, their tits pressing together.

"Pete looks as if he wants to check you over to see that you're not damaged, honey," she said boldly, giving Pete a lewd wink that made his prick jerk wildly in his pants.

"With everybody watching, Mom?" Robin laughed.

"Not if I can help it, darling," she said.

She straightened up. She fixed her gaze on Thorne. She made sure he was looking her up and down. Then she walked towards him, watching the expression in his eyes. She smiled.

"I think the children want to be alone, Thorne," she said.

"I think you're right."

"Would you like to come with me?"

There was an open smile in his eyes. "I think I'd like that very much, Chris."

"You wouldn't think badly of me?"

"I couldn't. I know you too well."

"So soon?" she asked, arching her brows.

"From Pete," he said. "He talks about you all the time. He thinks you're great."

"You're pulling my leg, Thorne. I treated him very badly."

"Maybe he saw through it. He's a bright kid."

"I wish we'd met earlier."

Thorne shrugged. "Maybe neither one of us would have been ready. Maybe Grunwald – or Gorman – was a necessary evil. I didn't think much of women in general for a long time."

"I know what you mean," she said. "Thorne, I – God, I feel like a schoolgirl again!" she flushed.

"I know just the feeling."

He took her hand and got to his feet. He looked at the kids. He smiled at her. "Shall we be more conventional and wait?"

Chris looked into his eyes. She shook her head slowly, her lower lip trembling with the prickly emotions she felt inside.

"I've waited too long to wait any longer," she said shakily. "Oh, God – I don't know what it is, Thorne, but I don't think we'll have to work very hard at any of it."

"Let's find out."

"Yes!"

She felt her pussy going loose and fluid. She walked close beside him towards her bedroom. When she led him inside, she couldn't look at him. She felt shaky all over.

She saw the picture of Carl where it had been for three years beside her bed. She felt Thorne watching her look at it. He said nothing. He stood silently, patiently.

After a long moment, she crossed the room to the nightstand. She took the picture in her hands. She pressed her lips against the cool glass with a nearly inaudible sound. Then she opened the drawer and slipped the picture inside, face down. She turned and looked at Thorne. There was a glistening in her eyes.

He came to her and took her gently in his arms. She let him. She huddled against his chest – his broad, strong chest. It was comfortable in his arms. She felt his lips press gently at the side of her cheek.

"We can wait," he whispered.

She lifted her face to his. "I'm all right, Thorne. It just takes a…"

"I remember," he said.

She sobbed once, an explosive sound, a volcanic hiccup, and then she slipped her arms about him and pressed her slim, willowy body tightly to his.

"Now, Thorne," she whispered.

She didn't have to tell him again. He was terribly gentle. He laid her back on her bed. He kissed her softly. His touch was light and delicate, the touch of a craftsman on his masterpiece.

She melted inside. She grew warm and fluid. She felt her legs part, her pussy lift. And then he was sliding into her body, covering her with just the right degree of firmness.

"Oh, God!" she cried, flinging her arms around his neck and hugging him to her. "It's right! At last it's right!"

"Yes – yes!" he whispered heatedly.

"Fuck me, Thorne! Ohhhhh, fuck me and make me live again!"

His prick slid through her oiled pussy tissues. Thrill after thrill lifted inside her until the pitch was nearly unbearable. She felt his cock throb and heard him gasp and knew it was the same for him.

She let go a small, high sound and felt her yearning cunt vibrate with life, shudder with passion, flow with the sweet juice of things good and clean.

And she felt the rush of his warm, throbbing jism into her body as he came in her, opening to her, giving himself to a woman again.

She was not alone any more.

Content

J S Bradley
Peeping family

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX