A Good Day to Fuck
(Mm+/Ff, inc, size, teen)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

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 squirm warmly in a way it hadn't for nearly three years.

"Here, Mrs. Connelly - 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 unusually long and trembling cuntlips.

"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 Daniel. But he wasn't Daniel. It wasn't three years ago, when she'd been deliriously happy, when Daniel 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, Frank? 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, Frank," she said weakly. "I just haven't gotten over."

"It's been three years since Daniel 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, Frank? 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, shutup!" 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 Tex 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."

"Frank, 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 Daniel left you. Not your constant memory of Daniel that won't let me get near you."

"Frank, 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 Daniel was, if he didn't have nearly the same way of teasing her for her fears that Daniel 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 large 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, Daniel, 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?"

"Frank, I'm sorry! I don't know how... it just... just slipped out, Frank!"

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."

"Frank, 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, Frank! I swear it hasn't! I... Frank, 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 pussylips, 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, Frank," 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 Simon."

"Pruitt Taylor's kid?"

"Yes. Oh, Frank, 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, Frank," she gasped, knowing what he meant, knowing that she had wanted it there so that Daniel'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. Tex 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, Frank," Chris whispered quickly.

Frank 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 Tex and call him towards the door. The dog wanted to sleep, but he got up and padded onto the porch at Frank's command. Few men got along with Tex. Or maybe it was the other way around. But Tex liked Frank. 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 Daniel, 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 Daniel had left behind. The solution hadn't been enough lately. Fingerfucking 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 wet pussylips 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 really big cock that spurted and shot slick sperm into her womb and bathed her flaming pussy walls to put out the fire inside her. She saw it. It was coming towards her, hard and long and thicker than she ever imagined. 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 Daniel's, she wanted to be fucked by that hard, thick prick, and Frank's ten-incher would certainly help!

"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, Frank," 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 cuntlips 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, Frank! 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 asscheeks, 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 Daniel 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 12th 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 extremely thick ten-inch prick, the throbbing redness of it jutting from the snarl of blond pubes.

"Oh, my God!" she cried heatedly.

Her unusually long pussylips, which hung more than an inch below her pubis, 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 aching cunt!

"Olihhhh, Frank - do it! Take my panties off! Stick that huge 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 juice there. She watched him angle the strong cockshaft 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 throat!

"Ohhhhh, take them off, Frank!" 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 asscheeks. her mouth against her will, even though it was her long pussylips that screamed for it.

"Ohhhhhh, no, Frank - 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 pussylips, 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 pussylips 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 quim. 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 Daniel'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 cum 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 asscheeks 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 sweaty, soaked pussylips 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!"

Frank 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 quim, 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 wet 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 quim, and he scooped his hands under her naked ass, lifting her hips high.

"Ohhhh, Frank!" she gasped.

He fairly dove at her cunt. His tongue was already thrusting between his lips when his face came against her quim 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 pussylips and stabbed deep through the slippery, silken folds.

"Ahhhhh - no! No! Ohhhh, don't do that, Frank! Fuck me! God, don't make me cum like that! Don't suck... ahhhhhh, fuck me, hurry!"

Her pussylips jittered and flapped around his tongue. Her cunt-petals sucked and pressed against his lips, returning his fevered kisses, his wild tasting of her sweet quim. He licked and slurped at her running pussy, his fingers kneading into the firm meat of her ass, his hands lifting her quim 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!"

Frank lifted. He watched her pussylips 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 fat 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.

Frank 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 cockhead into her shivering hole. Frank 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 pussylips wrap around the wide head of his cock. She felt the pressure behind his hips as he bored into her sweetness. She felt nearly virginal against his amazing thickness. It had been so long since a prick had stretched open her sweetness that she was incredibly tight around his shaft - deliciously, painfullly tight around his massive girth.

"Oh, my God you're HUGE!" Frank 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, Frank fuck! Fuck!"

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

He bore into her quim, 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 pussylips 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 quim 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 quim 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 Frank 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 Daniel 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, Frank!" she cried sharply.

"Yeah, baby, do it! Cum! God, your pussy's driving me wild! Cum, 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 Daniel 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 Daniel. 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 quim 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. And she was a true Lolita - with a tight little ass and plump D-cup breasts for a thirteen-year old girl! Between them, right where her crotch curved under her torso, there was a faint indentation that outlined the lips of her puffy, silky quim and indicated the center of ripe pinkness that lay just under the covering of white fabric. That was where he stared. His prick exploded and exploded into his mother's clasping sweetness until her womb was flooded and overflowing with his slippery sperm. <br> "Robin - my God! We shouldn't... oh, Jesus, Robin, we shouldn't be standing here watching them!" Simon 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 Frank Satchel 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 Frank's tongue, she felt her own pussy twitch and quiver. She also felt a sense of disgust with Simon. That was just the kind of thing she'd have expected him to say at a time like this. Even though Simon was two years older than she was, being seventeen, he seemed sexually stupid 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 Frank had been coming around to see her mother, Robin had begun to feel differently. She'd begun wishing Simon would fondle her tits and squeeze her shivering asscheeks and finally pull out his stiff, throbbing cock and fuck her virginal pussy open with it. Well, maybe he would now. Maybe by watching Frank lick at her mother's cunt, he'd get the idea and do it to hers.

"Ohhhhh, Simon!" 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," Simon 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 Frank 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, Simon! Look at it!" Robin gasped, her thighs squeezing tightly together around the bloated, tingling lips of her sweet pussy.

"Yeah," Simon gulped, his voice thick with jealousy for the way she was paying so much attention to Frank'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 asscheeks.

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, Simon! 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 Frank's cock slide into the red, quivering pussy. 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," Simon 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 Frank'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, Simon, look at the way his dangling balls slap against her upturned ass! Ahhhhh, Simon, is your prick that big? Is it, Simon?" She rubbed her rump back and forth against his pressing crotch and gasped excitedly. "I can feel your prick, Simon! 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 Frank's, Simon?" 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.

Simon 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 immense nine and a half inch prick 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. God, it was as big around as coke can! No girl could take him inside her, she thought.

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

"Ahhhhh, Simon - it's... it's ENORMOUS!" she moaned, breathing harshly. "Oh, press it up against my ass harder... that feels good!"

"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, Simon Taylor," 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 asscheeks like a second skin. He glanced through the window and saw the way Mr. Satchel was now drilling his big prick into Mrs. Connelly's stretched, glistening pussy, 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 Tex sat in the sand and grinned up at them, tongue lolling, white teeth picking up a stray shaft of light.

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

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

Tex 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 tight.

She spread them slightly. She reached down and guided Tex'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 Frank'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. Tex 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 juice that had seeped from her swollen pussylips 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 pussylips and made them slide together inside her shorts and panties.

She felt suddenly dizzy. Who the hell needed a jerk like Simon! 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 Tex's lapping tongue and sniffing nose. She braced her legs wide apart, centering her quim 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 Simon and dip her pussy down towards Tex's wonderful tongue at the same time. She shook all over and moaned heatedly, but apparently Simon 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 Tex's wet, slithering tongue. And it was happening right under Simon'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 Tex's washing, snakelike tongue was giving her. It beat the hell out of fingerfucking. 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!" Simon 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, Simon, call it a prick! God, take your cock out of your pants and fuck it into my cunt! Oh! Ohhhhh, Simon! Honey, hurry! I'm going to cum! 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 cum. 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 Tex 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 pussylips as if he were licking from a leaking hole in a vat of yummy molasses. His tongue battered her pussylips, 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 cuntlips like yellow moss coated with sticky honey. When Tex tried to drill his curling tongue into her pussylips 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 pussylips fluttered and spasmed, battered and licked all the while by Tex's incessant tongue, the end of it rasping over the red tip of her flaming clit. Cunt juice 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 Simon's cock throbbing and jerking against the groove of her ass, his pants material rubbing at her pulsing ass and making it blaze with sensation.

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

But then Simon 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 asscheeks 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. Satchel grind his hips downward between Mrs. Connelly's widespread thighs. The naked asscheeks shuddered. The womanly hips lifted and tossed, and even the sucking sounds of wet, spasming pussy-flesh around spurting prick came through the window.

Simon 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 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 Tex 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 cum and yell so loudly. Tex 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 precum 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, Simon!" 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! Tex 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!" Simon 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 cockhead 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 Tex'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 Tex 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 cockhead 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, Simon! 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!" Simon 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.

"Follow me, Simon!" 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 pussylips wrap around the top of the shaft and slide silkily.

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

"Let's go to the guest house, Simon!" 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 cockhead thrusting out from under her crotch, as if she had a cock growing out of her ass. Tex was there behind her, and he was still licking and slurping at the throbbing cockhead, his long tongue running between her thighs and along the bottom of Simon'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 Simon. "Tex wants to fuck, too! He just can't stop licking at your wet prick and my wet pussy! Ohhhh, Simon, 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 Frank'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 Simon along with her. Tex galloped along beside them, panting and grinning, a sleek shadow in the night. Robin opened the door and pulled Simon 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. Simon 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, Simon, 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 Tex jump up onto one of the beds and sit there with his black tail swishing back and forth, watching them.

"Honest to God, Simon Taylor, 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, Simon! I want you to do to me just what you watched Frank 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 Frank to fuck me? He will! And I'll love it!"

"No!" Simon 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, Simon," 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 Simon that bugged her but her notion that Simon wasn't classy enough to go around with Daniel Connelly's daughter. That was what bugged her. And the notion sprang from the fact that Simon'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 Connellys.

Robin smiled slowly and undid Simon'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, Simon," 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 Frank, Simon," 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 monster cock into my pussy!"

"It'll hurt - it'll hurt!"

"Hurt me then, I don't give a damn!" she cried, tossing her head, reaching between her legs for his prick, guiding it. "I want you to hurt me, Simon... make me so I can't walk for a few days!" she cried lewdly.

The tip nudged her sweet, wet gash. She shivered violently as she felt the velvety head spread open her bloated cuntlips 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; hurt like HELL!

"Ah!" she cried sharply.

"Ohhhhh." Simon 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! NNNNNNGGGGGG!"

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 huge, Simon! Ohhhhhh, fuck me, Simon! Fuck and fuck! Jesus, you're hung like a horse!"

"I'm hurting you?" he wailed.

"... YES! But goddamnit, I don't care! I want it to hurt, even more! Ohhhhhh, it feels good! Wonderful! How could my mother go so long without getting fucked? Ahhhhhh! Rape me, Simon. Rape your big cock into my little pussy!"

Simon'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 Simon'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 Frank's plowing prick. Then - for just a moment - she imagined it was Frank 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!" Simon 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, 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 quim 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.

"Simon, fuck me!" she gasped finally. "Don't stop! I want to cum! Ohhhhhh, you dumb jerk - fuck me!"

At the sound of her voice - maybe because of the torment in it - Tex 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." Simon 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. Tex was ready to drown her with juicy kisses. Her pussy twitched and shivered. She felt miserably frustrated inside.

She pushed at Simon. "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, that's it!" Robin cried.

Simon 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 lips. 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 Tex'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 pussylips. 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 cum! Ohhhhhh, Tex, you're going to make me cum 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 Tex 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 Frank making her cum like that. But it hadn't been him, either. <br> 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 pussylips 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 sweetness throbbed with a funny feeling, as if it were remembering the plunging prick running in and out of it. She moved her tight little ass 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 cunt lips. 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 pussylips. 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 Simon's.

It was Frank'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.

Simon... 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 cum 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 Frank. She shivered. Her tits jiggled and swelled. Her pussylips seemed to pulse rapidly, and even her tight little ass sucked inward. Why not? So what if he was her mother's boyfriend? So what if he was an old man; all of 29?

Robin wasn't stupid. She'd seen the way Frank 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 Simon 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 pussylips 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, Tex 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. Cum with me."

They ran together towards the bay, angling over towards the guest house. Robin let the dog inside, and Tex 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 Tex. 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, Tex, 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 quim. 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, Tex 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 cum and cum! But slow down, baby, and let me get my panties off!"

She tried to push his head away. Tex 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 Simon had been this eager last night! She bent over slightly, pushing down at her panties. Tex 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 cum and cum!"

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 Tex 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 pussylips and bloated lips, and she moaned raggedly.

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

Tex 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 cuntlips, 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, Tex 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. Tex pawed her asscheek, 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 pussylips, slithering between them to wash against her silky gash.

Robin lifted her head and moaned heatedly. Her knees shot wide apart. Her asscheeks opened, and her pussylips 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 pussylips, her clit, her inner thighs, and then into the groove of her ass.

"Ahhhhh, God!" she cried throatily.

Her ass pulsed wildly. Juice poured from her cunt. Tex caught the slippery string on his tongue and then drilled upward into the oiled slit of her sweetness 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, Tex!" 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 Tex's tongue into his mouth. His nose blew and snorted and pressed against her quivering ass 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 Tex 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 cuntlips. 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, bigger than Simon's, for christsake! 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 cockhead. Then, while she watched, she saw juice dripping from the end. She felt Tex'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! Tex 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, Tex! You're cumming!" she cried.

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

"Frank!" 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 Simon?"

"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, Frank?" 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 Tex's sleek head and petted him. Tex 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," Frank 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 quim. "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, Frank," 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 Simon 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 Tex looked up and thumped his tail on the bed. Frank 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. Tex jumped to his feet and panted, his long tongue lolling. Robin gasped as she felt Frank pry her asscheeks wide apart; then she let out a thin, quavering scream as she felt Tex'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, Frank - 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, Tex. That's the boy! Now, hang on, fella!"

Robin cried out again. She couldn't believe this was happening. She felt Tex wrap his paws around her hips again, just the way he had before, only higher up. She felt Frank positioning the dog, getting him on his hind paws right between her legs. She felt him push at Tex'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 Tex'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 Frank 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 Tex's red, pointed prick was lancing into the soft meat of her pussy-lip, and he groaned at the same time she squealed and Tex 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, Frank...."

She shook her head. She felt half out of her mind with sensation. Tex hunched his ass rhythmically, brushing his furry belly over her uplifted asscheeks, 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 Simon? 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. Tex 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. Simon might be a little square, but at least he knew where to put his prick.

"Open up, little daughter," Frank 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 all at once.

"Ohhhh, he's fucking me and fucking me! God, I didn't know how big... ohmygod, Frank... you're huge!"

He bent his prick towards her lips. The velvety cockhead 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 Tex 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 Simon'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 Tex'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 precum. 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 cockhead. And your lips - those baby-soft, red lips!"

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

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

Tex's cock swelled and bucked inside her pussy. She felt the short hairs on his sheath prickle into her tender, silky cuntlips, 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!" Frank 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 swollen 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 Tex'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 cum, 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 Frank's cock swell against the back of her throat, and she knew he was getting ready to cum, 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 Tex 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 quim, the pointed tip spearing through her squeezing walls.

"YAAAAAGH!" Frank 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 juice 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 Frank's slippery cock and coating his balls. It bubbled from her pussylips and trickled down the insides of her thighs as Tex'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 Simon at the height of it all, but she did. Perhaps it was Frank'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 Frank's cock and his taut abdomen. Consequently, she wasn't looking at the window. She didn't see Simon 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 Frank's sperm dribble from her cock-stuffed lips or Tex's cum drip from her dog-raped cunt.

Simon 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 Frank 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 Frank Satchel. Simon 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 Tex 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.

I watched you fucking and sucking. I just happened to be coming by to talk to you when I glanced through the window and.... Simon 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 walk up from the cabin. Simon shifted his eyes just as Robin stooped, and he saw Frank glance down from his seat behind the wheel, and he knew the horny old bastard was getting an eyeful of those swollen tits. Simon'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, Simon?" Chris asked him. "There's plenty of food down there. I don't know why Lo - Mr. Satchel insisted we bring so much."

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

Simon 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. Connelly's opinion of him any lower.

"No thanks, Mrs. Connelly," 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 Satchel instead! He's been fucking your daughter! Simon 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, Frank, or do you just want to ride around?"

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

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

"It's okay, Mrs. Connelly."

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

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

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

"Dad's retired, Mrs. Connelly," Simon 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. Connelly. That's his hobby. That's for something to do to keep him creative and busy. So he doesn't stagnate like some."

"Simon!" 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, Simon," 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. Connelly, 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."

"Simon, 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, Simon. Tell me what your father is retired from."

"If anybody wants to fish now, we're coming up on the grouper banks," Frank 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," Simon 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.

"Simon, come take the wheel," Frank 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 Simon 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, Frank," 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, Frank." 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 ripe meat through her shorts and panties.

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

"They'll never know. Cum 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."

"Frank, 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.

"Frank!" 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 cuntlips.

She gasped again, sucking in air. She faced forward. The wind took her breath away. She looked behind her and could see Simon 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 Frank'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 Daniel would have done. She looked down. She saw Frank 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, Daniel! Three years, darling! I'm sorry - but I'm so hot! So horny and hot! And he's a good fucker, Daniel. Oh, God, forgive me for that, darling. But I need to be fucked! I need to so badly!

"Ahhhhhh, God, Frank." 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 swollen cuntlips. She felt the stickiness between her petals go slick with the flood of juice 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 Tex cleaning one of his front legs while he lay on the floor and lapped lazily at it. She felt herself on the verge of cumming. 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. Frank cupped his hands under her round asscheeks 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 asscheeks. 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 cuntlips 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 Daniel 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 ass. 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 cum 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 pussylips one more time and then begin sliding under her torso, around the curve of her crotch, reaching... reaching.

"Ahhhhhh, God, Frank! 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 asscheeks, 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, Frank. Don't! Nobody's ever done that! Ohhhh, it's nasty, Frank! 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 ass 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 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 ass pulsed and sucked and quivered with an intensity she couldn't believe. He wouldn't stop. Even after she'd been cumming for an eternity of gripping spasms, he wouldn't stop. His tongue plunged deeper and deeper up her ass, 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 Simon. She couldn't see Robin. She saw Simon'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 ass and driving her absolutely wild.

And then she did know. She watched Simon 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 Frank 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 Frank 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," Simon said darkly.

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

"You could have told her," Simon 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, Simon," she said.

"To hell with it."

She blinked. She looked at him again. It was Simon 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," Simon 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, Simon?"

"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, Simon Taylor! 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," Simon 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? Frank? He's old enough to be my father, Simon! 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, Simon. 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, Simon." she whispered. "Simon, you're jealous."

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

"What are you, Simon?" 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 ..."

"Simon... Simon, 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, Simon. 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."

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

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

"Honey, Tex doesn't count! It's just been you, Simon. 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, baby - 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... Simon, 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, Simon."

"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 pussylips bloated quickly, imagining what Frank was doing to her.

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

"You're crazy!" he whispered back. "They're just coming out of the hatch onto the bow deck." He watched Mrs. Connelly 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, Simon!"

"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, Simon. Better than even! I'm going to do to you what I learned to do with him and more! Oh, Simon, 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 cum right down my throat and