Robin felt the warm sun soaking into her body. She lay on her back on a beach towel just a little above the gently lapping surf, her arm over her eyes.
There was a little smile of animal pleasure on her full lips.
She had never felt so conscious of herself before-the way her young, firm tits rose and fell inside the bikini halter as she breathed, the way her pussy-lips seemed to swell open and closed with subtle, mysterious stirrings, as if still sensing the touch of the big, round cock that had slid between them last night.
Her body tingled all over. She felt warm and luxuriant inside, loose and giving and flowing. There were moments when her whole cunt-tunnel throbbed with a funny feeling, as if it were remembering the plunging prick running in and out of it.
She moved her taut rump on the beach towel, feeling the sand give under her cheeks to form two cupping depressions, like warm hands holding her ass.
She parted her thighs slightly, and her pussy tipped up, the crotchband of the white bikinis pressing inward against the soft, succulent meat of her petals.
A shiver went down her spine despite the heat, and she let out a small moan. In her mind, she felt herself being fucked again, and a puddle of slick juice began forming at her cunt- mouth. It seeped into the material of her white suit and made her feel even more damp and luxurious.
But there was something very strange. She was remembering the sensation of being fucked. But the prick fucking her in her mind wasn't Pete's.
It was Logan's.
She remembered the sight of it, hard and thrusting. She remembered the way it had plowed into her mother's pussy, then sucked back, drawing out the pink tissues clinging to the shaft.
Somehow, the sights she'd seen became mixed in her mind to provide the sensations her squirming cunt remembered right now.
Pete…
She groaned and heaved her hips, feeling oddly near the point of orgasm. His name came to her lips again, and she opened her eyes and looked over the blue-green Gulf.
God, what a mess he'd made of fucking her last night, stalling and whimpering, being excessively romantic, then blasting his quick load of sperm into her cunt before she'd had a chance to get hot enough to come with him.
Robin sat up on her elbows. She sighed. She'd been fucked open, finally, but she felt cheated right now. What she needed was a good fuck-from a man who knew what he was doing.
From Logan.
She shivered. Her tits jiggled and swelled. Her cunt-mouth seemed to pulse rapidly, and even her tight little asshole sucked inward.
Why not?
So what if he was her mother's boyfriend? So what if he was an old man-all of twenty-nine?
Robin wasn't stupid. She'd seen the way Logan had looked at her on the sly when she pranced around in her bikini. And sometimes not so slyly, either.
And if she could get him to fuck her, then maybe… maybe she could even take him away from her mother! Wouldn't that bug the living shit out of her?
The little smile grew broader, until it spread over her whole face. She felt her pussy begin to foam inside. She squeezed her thighs together and heard the squishy sound of hot meat and wet cunt-juice, and she knew, if he were here right now, he wouldn't be able to resist plunging his big prick into the silky maw between her thighs.
Her heat became intolerable. She moaned and knew she was going to have to masturbate before she blew apart. She looked up and down the beach. She saw no one, but she knew she'd better not do it there, right in plain sight.
Her mother was gone into town. But she might come back at any moment. Or dumb Pete might come over and watch her and whimper and ask her what she was doing.
She got to her feet. She shook out the towel and rolled it under her arm and hurried around the side of the house towards the guest house. Nobody would bother her there.
She felt her drenched pussy-lips sliding together inside the bikini panties.
She glanced down and saw the dark streak of wetness and shivered again. As she came around the house and made her way through the feathery shade of a clump of Australian pines, Midnight groaned and lifted himself from under a shady bush and panted at her.
"Yes!" she cried softly, another charge going through her body. "Come on, baby.
Come with me."
They ran together towards the bay, angling over towards the guest house. Robin let the dog inside, and Midnight yipped with the excitement being generated and jumped up onto one of the beds.
Robin closed the door. The midday sun had made a little oven of the small house. She switched on the air conditioner, then went over to Midnight.
She pushed her pussy in front of her. She wrapped her hands around his sleek, black head. He panted and slurped at her arm, then drew his tongue back and sniffed.
"Yeah, boy-there it is again. My hot pussy! Here, smell!"
She pushed his muzzle into her crotch, his nose going right against the dark streak at her pussy. She hugged his head and moaned, her thighs parted, her little ass weaving in small circles from just the touch of his muzzle against her heated cuntmound.
"Ohhhhh, Midnight, lick it! Lick my cunt again! God, I'm so hot, baby, I'll give you a bucket of juice to drink!"
The long tongue came out. It slurped under her crotch, going clear back between her cheeks and rasping under her shivering torso. It lapped up the length of her bloated slit and made her heave with passion.
"Ahhhhhh, my God!" she squealed softly.
She let him lap at her pussy a few more times and then tried to back away so that she could roll the panties down and let him really eat out her cunt.
She wanted to feel that tongue on her naked twat. She wanted to feel it slithering up inside her heated hole the way it had last night. She wanted to feel him fuck her slippery cunt all the way inside, not just on the outside of her panties.
But when she pulled back, Midnight stretched his neck after her, slurping and licking all the while. He balanced on four paws right on the corner of the bed and licked and licked, until he slipped off. Then he came after her, pawing at her thigh, nuzzling his head between her legs and licking upward at her running cunt.
"Ahhhhh, sweetie! So eager!" she cried. "Oh, God, you're going to make me come and come! But slow down, baby, and let me get my panties off!"
She tried to push his head away. Midnight was having none of that. He lapped and licked, his tongue rasping over the material right at her pussy-slit until she was afraid he'd rub a hole through it.
Robin began to laugh with excitement. She was backed up against the wall. She couldn't get away from him. Oh, if only Pete had been this eager last night!
She bent over slightly, pushing down at her panties.
Midnight licked at her face and arms. His tongue ran over her halter, the end of it hooking under the material and drawing it away from her swollen, thrusting tit. He lapped at the spiked, throbbing nipple, and Robin thought she'd scream with the blazing sensation.
"Ahhhhh! God! Yes! Lick me all over, baby! Suck my tits! Lick my ass! All of me! Make me come and come!"
She managed to step out of the panties, doubled over, her butt against the wall. Her halter hung loosely from her chest.
Her yellow hair dangled about her face, and Midnight got a mouthful of it when he made a wild lick at her.
She tossed the wadded, wet panties to the floor, and the dog began attacking them, pushing the balled garment across the floor with powerful laps of his tongue at the scented, honey-flavored crotch.
Robin watched him. She shivered with pure, naked lust, the first time she'd really felt the emotion in her young life. She stripped off her halter with a groan and cupped her tits and stood with her legs braced apart, completely naked and open.
She put her hands to her crotch and swirled her fingers through the wet, drooling meat of her cunt-mouth and bloated lips, and she moaned raggedly.
"Ohhhhh, come lick my cunt, stupid-not my panties!"
Midnight tossed his head, panting wildly, his tail going back and forth in sweeping arcs, his feet prancing up and down. He cocked his head and watched while her fingers played with the lightly downed cunt-lips, and then he caught the sound of wet sucking meat at her running hole.
He tossed his muzzle with a yelp of excitement and charged towards her. She laughed and spun away, hitting the edge of the mattress with her legs and falling onto her belly on the bed.
Just as she drew her knees under her stomach, Midnight leaped onto the bed behind her upthrust ass and lunged between the backs of her thighs with his snuffling muzzle, his tongue already lapping through the air.
"Eeeeeeee!" Robin cried thinly.
Her ass began to shake. She pressed her face into the spread and felt her tits mashed against her thighs. She started to lift up. Midnight pawed her ass-cheek, leaving pink streaks against the creamy white skin.
His head burrowed under her crotch, his tongue licking and slurping, the long, wet organ rasping against her pussy-lips, slithering between them to wash against her silky gash.
Robin lifted her head and moaned heatedly. Her knees shot wide apart. Her ass-cheeks opened, and her pussy-lips parted from over her drenched hole to give her dog full access to her spasming pussy-meat and the flow of her slippery honey.
The sounds were incredible-slurping and smacking and licking and moaning. She didn't think she would ever forget them. His tongue washed all over her crotch, her cunt-mouth, her clit, her inner thighs, and then into the groove of her ass.
"Ahhhhh, God!" she cried throatily.
Her asshole pulsed wildly. Juice poured from her cunt.
Midnight caught the slippery string on his tongue and then drilled upward into the oiled slit of her cunt-tunnel to get more and more.
Robin beat her fists weakly against the bed. Her ass shuddered. She felt the great waves of orgasm coming, and she gave herself over to them with gusto.
"Yaaaaah, Midnight!" she cried.
His tongue was imbedded in her pussy. Her muscular sheath crushed down around it, the silken rings pulsing and squeezing and drawing inward.
Juice gushed from the walls of her slick cunt and flowed down the groove of Midnight's tongue into his mouth. His nose blew and snorted and pressed against her quivering asshole at the same time, making her nearly pass out from the intensity of it all.
She gasped. She panted. She tried to close her thighs and get a moment's rest when it was over for her, but Midnight wouldn't stop licking and slurping and pawing at her butt.
She felt him begin to shake oddly. She looked under her body, between her tits and between her drenched thighs and pouting cunt-lips. She gasped with renewed heat.
Under his black, hairy belly, she could see his cock-sheath wobbling. She could see his balls dangling and moving. She could see his haunches pumping up and down as he tucked his butt under rhythmically and fucked the air.
And she could see his cock!
It was huge! She'd never thought a dog's prick could be so big and hard and thick!
She looked at the redness of it, the wetness along the slippery shaft. She saw the pointed end, sharp and tapered, so different from a man's cock-head.
Then, while she watched, she saw juice dripping from the end.
She felt Midnight's paws wrap around her hips and hold her ass tightly, and she caught her breath with a wild gasp.
He wanted to fuck her! Her own dog wanted to fuck her!
Midnight growled. He tossed his muzzle. A string of hot saliva drooled onto her back and tickled towards her waist, making her shiver all over. She stared at the pointed tip of his prick and cried out when she saw it open up and begin spurting jets of hot, white dog-sperm through the air.
"Ahhhhhhh, Midnight! You're coming!" she cried.
She felt dazed. She felt thrilled. And she'd had the nerve to think Pete was stupid for not fucking her right away when she'd been just as stupid for not thinking of having Midnight fuck her!
"Ah, hell-you made him waste it, baby," the voice came.
Robin squeaked with shock. She whipped her head around towards the door and watched him close it behind him. Close it and lock it.
"Logan!" she cried, sucking in her breath. Then, unable to think of anything brighter to say, she squeaked, "What are you doing here?"
He grinned. His eyes went back and forth over her naked body in a greedy, lust-filled way.
"I came over to see your mother," he said, his voice husky.
"To talk about that business deal I'm trying to get her in on."
"She's not here!"
"Yeah, I found that out. Then I thought I'd come looking for you. I was checking to see if maybe you were fishing off the back of the boat, or something, when I heard the air conditioner running in here. So, I took a look.
And here you are, having yourself a little party with the pooch." He grinned again, licking his lips.' "Oh, God…" Robin groaned.
Suddenly she felt terrible. She wanted to die. All the thoughts she'd had earlier of seducing him and getting him to give her a good fucking and taking him away from her mother were completely overshadowed right now by her sense of shame.
He might, after all, be her stepfather very shortly. She knew he was working on getting her mother to marry him. And he'd just caught her getting her pussy licked by her dog!
"My, my," he said. "What's Mommy going to say now? Do you figure she'll go for the mutt more than she goes for Pete?"
"Don't tell Mom! Oh, please don't tell Mom!" Robin cried.
He came towards her, smiling down at her slim, willowy, young body, ogling the nakedness and the wetness between her thighs.
"Well, maybe we can work out a deal about that, baby," he said.
Robin caught her breath. She seemed to come to her senses a little. There wasn't much doubt about what he meant. He wanted to fuck her. That look was in his eyes again, and she could see the bulge of his big prick filling out the front of his pants.
She forced herself to be cool and collected. She tried to stop thinking of herself as a little girl caught doing something naughty and to think of herself as an adult-as a woman. A naked, fuckable woman. After all, this was the scene she'd just dreamed about on the beach, wasn't it?
"What kind of a deal, Logan?" she asked softly, letting her thighs part a little more, noticing the way his eyes went to her young, wet pussy and stared hungrily.
He put his hand on Midnight's sleek head and petted him.
Midnight slurped out at the hand with a wet lick. Then he curled up on the bed and lifted his leg and began cleaning his thrusting, slippery cock.
"I want you to talk to your mother," Logan said. "Tell her what a great guy I am, how much you want me to be your new papa.
Work on her a little. Convince her your old man's dead and gone and that she'd better grab what she can get before the wrinkles set in. Know what I mean?"
Robin looked at him. She felt disappointed and slighted.
She tried to be nonchalant, cupping one of her firm tits and squeezing it gently, while rolling slightly farther onto her back and opening her thighs more.
"That's all I have to do?" she asked. "Just that?"
He grinned. "Maybe we can think up something else later on." He reached down and ran the tips of his fingers along her thigh, sliding them towards her open pink twat. "When I'm your papa, there'll be plenty of time for other things."
She took his hand. She placed it over her cunt and lifted her hips with a breathy sound. "I don't think I can wait that long, Logan," she gasped.
He made the tip of his middle finger circle over her wet, silky cunt-mouth, then plunge inside, fucking up her clutching pussy and making her cry out with surprise and passion.
"Ahhhhhh, God!" she moaned, her spine arching, her thighs quivering with heat.
"You're as hot as your mother, baby," he said.
"Then stop just playing with me and do something about it!" she moaned.
"You want to get fucked, huh?"
"Yes!"
"I thought that's what Pete was for."
"I need a good fucking!"
"Then you're going to get it," he growled huskily, yanking his finger from her grasping cunt with a wet suck of juice and tissues.
He yanked at his belt buckle. He split his pants open down the fly. Robin stared at him and felt her heart pound wildly.
Even Midnight looked up and thumped his tail on the bed.
Logan pushed his pants down. His cock was half-hard. It bowed towards her face.
Her tongue came out and licked all around her soft lips, and she could feel her pussy muscles vibrate with anticipation of wrapping around his rod.
She watched his cock lift and swell before her eyes, the head turning red and shiny. She saw it throb to full erection, and she remembered the sight of it last night, plunging in and out of her mother's wet, silky cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, give me that cock!" she cried, reaching for it.
He backed away just enough. "Turn over," he ordered. "On your hands and knees.
Stick that sweet, tight ass up into the air."
"What?"
"I'm going to show you what a real fuck is-what a wild fuck is like!" he said, his cock throbbing with excitement now that he could watch the whole girl instead of just her picture.
He scooped his hand under her sweet ass and helped turn her over, his fingers kneading into the taut flesh at the same time.
His hand swept along her waist and cupped a dangling tit as it hung from her chest.
"Ohhhh, what are you going to do to me?" Robin moaned, feeling terribly naked and vulnerable in that position.
Her pussy was fluttering and leaking madly. She couldn't keep her hips still.
She felt her ass jutting up and back, and she could imagine the bow in her spine and the way her tits jutted downward towards the bed.
She glanced around behind her and saw him still standing, looking at her round ass, passing his hands over her cheeks. She felt his fingers dip into the deep cleft between them and trembled all over. Was he going to try to fuck her up her ass?
He snapped his fingers and gave an order. Midnight jumped to his feet and panted, his long tongue lolling. Robin gasped as she felt Logan pry her ass-cheeks wide apart; then she let out a thin, quavering scream as she felt Midnight's long, wet tongue lick upward through the deep crack between her buns.
"Ahhhhhh, what are you going to do to me?" she moaned.
"What you should have had brains enough to do for yourself, baby," he said huskily. "Up, you dumb mutt-up!"
"Eeeee, don't, Logan-don't!" she cried, shaking her ass with mounting heat.
"You fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"
"Two hot cunts around here, and neither one of them knows how to have any fun," he said half to himself. "There, Midnight.
That's the boy! Now, hang on, fella!"
Robin cried out again. She couldn't believe this was happening. She felt Midnight wrap his paws around her hips again, just the way he had before, only higher up.
She felt Logan positioning the dog, getting him on his hind paws right between her legs. She felt him push at Midnight's haunches to get him to move inward towards her ass, and then she felt the greatest shock of all.
"God, it's hot! His cock is hot!" she cried sharply.
It speared against the back of her thigh. It smeared over her fresh, dainty skin, again and again, with each hunch of Midnight's ass.
Robin gasped and looked under her body, between her tits and legs, and she saw his black, furry belly, the jiggling sheath, the scarlet, pointed prick thrusting from the background of black.
She heard Logan urging him on, felt his big hands all over her ass and the backs of her thighs. Then his fingers spread apart the lips of her dripping pussy and fucked around in the watering pinkness of her satiny meat.
"Ahhhhh, my God-my God!" she cried.
He was looking at her-right through the tunnel of her legs and tits and bed and body. His face was red from bending over.
He was sweating slightly, breathing hard. His eyes had a gleam she'd never seen before. His lips were flushed and wet from the way he was licking them.
Then his eyes rolled upward, right to where Midnight's red, pointed prick was lancing into the soft meat of her pussy-lip, and he groaned at the same time she squealed and Midnight growled-the instant when his hot cock shot into her pussy and fucked deep.
"Yaaaah!" she cried.
"Ahhhhh, he's doing it! He's fucking you! Ahhhhh, God-how does it feel, baby?
How does a dog's cock feel up your cunt?"
"Big!" Robin blurted. "Hot! Oh, my God! All that hair over my ass… swelling, throbbing… ohhhhhh, so deep! But I wanted your cock, Logan…"
She shook her head. She felt half out of her mind with sensation. Midnight hunched his ass rhythmically, brushing his furry belly over her uplifted butt-cheeks, sending his knotted prick deeper and deeper into her young cunt.
Questions and emotions whirled through her mind. Why hadn't he fucked her?
Didn't he understand that was what she wanted-his prick inside her, giving her a good fucking?
Was he some kind of nut, like Pete? Was he all that hung up on loyalty to her mother? Didn't he-didn't he like the way her body looked?
No sooner had the questions tumbled through her mind than he answered them.
"Yeah, baby-yeah!" he rasped huskily, his cock thrusting from his loins and throbbing rigidly. "That's what I like! Something different-something kinky! A young girl getting her sweet ass fucked by a dog! Ahhhhh, God, that makes me hot!"
His hand grasped his prick, jacking rapidly up and down it.
Then he came quickly around the side of the bed and got onto his back, spreading his legs wide, making his prick thrust fully towards her face.
"You want my prick, baby? Then here it is! Suck my cock! Suck the cum right out of it!"
He spread his fingers wide and clamped his hand around the back of her head and pushed down, burying her face in his hairy crotch.
Robin cried out with shock. She shivered with heat, unable to help it. Midnight was plowing her pussy with his rigid, knotted prick, and she was nuzzling her face against the first cock of her life.
She'd wanted to see it. She'd wanted to feel it. Now she had the chance to taste it besides.
"Ohhhhh, don't!" she cried, not sure she wanted any more of this after all.
Pete might be a little square, but at least he knew where to put his prick.
"Open up, little daughter," Logan rasped. "Open your pretty mouth wide and purse your lips out and see what a big hard surprise you'll get!"
She gasped. She panted against his bushy balls. She sucked in air and smelled the scent of him, heady and thrilling and disgusting all at once.
"Ohhhh, he's fucking me and fucking me! God, I didn't know how big… ohhhhh, Logan…"
He bent his prick towards her lips. The velvety cock-head swept over them, soft and hot. The shaft angled along her cheek, throbbing and stiff and thrilling.
"Suck!" he gasped. "God, hurry up and suck my cock!"
His hips worked up and down. His legs were spread wide. She could see his balls all packed up under the root of his prick.
His hand guided her head back and forth as she resisted, and Midnight plunged ahead against her ass, making her whole body rock back and forth.
"I just wanted you to fuck my pussy!" she cried. "Nothing like this!"
"Any broad can fuck, baby. It takes a real woman to know how to suck a man's cock. Not even your mother can do it. You want to be a better nymph than your mother, don't you? And just think how you'll blow dumb Pete's mind when you blow his prick the next time!"
Better than her mother? She'd never thought of it that way before. But maybe that was part of the reason she was always trying to bug her-to show that she wasn't so damn particular and finicky, to show that her mother's values were too rigid, too demanding, maybe even a little phony.
She knew what her mother would think if she found out her daughter had been fucked by a dog. But how would she like it if she found out her daughter sucked cock, too?
"Ahhhhhh, God…" Robin moaned, unable to keep from weaving her ass back against Midnight's furry belly and thrusting prick.
She licked her lips. That was all she'd intended to lick, anyway. But her tongue swept over the velvety mushroom of his straining, throbbing prick, too.
Flavor burst through her senses, heady and strong. She smacked her lips and saw that the big eye on his prick was leaking clear oil. She watched another drop ooze out as he stretched his prick towards her face again.
"Ahhhhh, yeah! Like that, baby! Lick it again! Give me that sweet tongue all over my prick-head. And your lips-those baby-soft, red lips!"
He pushed upward. His knob nosed between her lips, smearing oil over them, filling her mouth and her nostrils with the scent of his leaking prick.
"Ohhhhh, God…" she moaned again, feeling her head spin.
Midnight's cock swelled and bucked inside her pussy. She felt the short hairs on his sheath prickle into her tender, silky cunt-lips, as if he were trying to fuck that jiggling thing into her virginal hole as well.
She opened her mouth to moan again, and there was no decision left to make. She felt the veins and bumps of his shaft slide between her lips. She felt the heavy shaft along the groove of her tongue. She tasted the seeping fluid as it leaked into the back of her throat and filled her being with flavor.
"Ahhhhh, God! Like that! Suck, baby-suck!" Logan groaned, fucking his hips upward, shoving his prick into her mouth until the head bumped softly against the back of her throat.
"Nnnnnn!" Robin squeaked.
She moved her tongue. She couldn't help it. It was as if she were trying to push the rigid, pulsing shaft from her mouth with her tongue.
The wet, warm organ slid along the bottom of his shaft. Her throat squeezed around the spongy knob as she tried to swallow.
The effect on him was wild.
"Ahhhhhgh!" he growled, clasping the back of her head with both hands, making his hips go around in small circles. "Your lips-use your lips, too! Up and down. Milk my prick!"
His hands pushed up and down. Her head bobbed. Her lips did as ordered, compressing around the full shaft as her mouth slid upward, then going slack as her mouth went down.
Her mind spun. She was sucking a man's prick! And she was getting her young pussy stuffed with a dog's pointed cock at the same time!
The motions he caused began to be automatic, willful, then eagerly done. She washed her tongue up and down the bucking cock- meat, over the slippery head.
She slithered her tongue down his shaft and from between her lips until she felt his pubes scratch against the tip of it and the wrinkled sac of his balls.
"Ahhhh, that's it! You've got it, baby! Suck! God, a pro with your first prick!
Ahhhh, Christ-is it going to be a fucking ball being married into this family!"
She felt his hands slide down the back of her head to her neck. They went over her shoulders and around to her chest. Then her swollen, hard tits filled his palms as he reached under her and played with her spiked nipples and firm cones, and her head bobbed and bobbed by itself, her mouth running up and down his hard cock.
She puffed moist, tremulous breath through her nose, bathing his root and his balls with her breath. She felt the power in his belly and thighs as he circled around under her face and thrust his hips upward, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Robin began shivering all over. She could feel Midnight's hard, knotted cock almost get stuck in her tight pussy. He growled over and over, tossing his muzzle, drooling hot saliva all over her back, working at her slim waist with his encircling paws.
She remembered how his pointed prick had swelled the last time, just before he'd come, and she knew he was ready to do it again-ready to shoot hot, foaming dog-sperm into her young cunt!
At the same time, she felt Logan's cock swell against the back of her throat, and she knew he was getting ready to come, too.
"Nnnnnngh!" she groaned in the back of her throat.
She sucked and pulled at his prick. She stripped the solid shaft with her lips and tongue. She made the roof of her mouth collapse around the spongy head and was delighted with the way he groaned and shivered and praised her.
"Christ, good head… beautiful sucking… a fucking pro! I can't believe it!
You're a natural cock-sucker, baby! Better than your mother any day-better than almost all of them! Ohhhhh, shit, you're good! Keep doing that, baby. Just like that, and I'll give you… Ahhhhhh, yes! Yes! You've got it, baby!
Swallow it! Swallow every drop!"
He clutched at her head again. She felt his knob swell and pulse wildly. She felt the shaft buck and dance in the warm, wet cavity of her mouth.
At the same time, she felt Midnight lunge harder and deeper into her pussy. His prick bucked. He let out a long, low growl.
His cock started dancing, thrusting in and out of her twat, the pointed tip spearing through her squeezing walls of oiled silk.
"Yaaaaagh!" Logan bellowed, lifting his hips high, ramming the head of his bucking cock into the back of her throat.
She felt the pulsations of his boiling cum throb over her lower lip. She felt the first hot jet shoot into her throat as he yelled again.
She went mindless. Everything inside her mouth went incredibly slippery. Her tongue slithered through the oil and juice of his foaming prick, and she swallowed and swallowed, trying to keep up with the flowing, splashing jets of sperm.
At the same time, her pussy clenched and spasmed around the red shaft spewing hot dog-sperm into her body. She groaned in the back of her throat and felt waves of orgasm crush down on her, making her shudder from head to toe.
The two pricks poured into her body. She drank freely from the foaming shafts until she couldn't keep up with them.
Sperm began spurting from her lips, running down the shaft of Logan's slippery cock and coating his balls. It bubbled from her cunt-mouth and trickled down the insides of her thighs as Midnight's balls pumped and hosed.
Robin shuddered and shook all over, her tits swelling down from her chest, the nipples stretching so far from the ends it felt to her as if they wanted to spurt something creamy and warm, too.
She didn't know why she thought of Pete at the height of it all, but she did.
Perhaps it was Logan's suggestion of how she would blow his mind by blowing his cock.
Or perhaps it was something telepathic going on, which she couldn't really know about, because she was staring down at the root of Logan's cock and his taut abdomen.
Consequently, she wasn't looking at the window. She didn't see Pete standing there, looking through it. She didn't hear him groan with a mixture of envy and passion or see him nearly burst into tears while he watched Logan's sperm dribble from her cock- stuffed lips or Midnight's jizz drip from her dog-fucked cunt.
Pete saw her, though. He'd watched nearly all of it, from the time he'd made his way through the bushes along the short-cut he liked to use and had seen Logan go into the little guest house.
He'd come to talk to her about last night-to apologize for the bungling job he'd done and to tell her about the book he'd been reading all morning that told all about fucking. He'd wanted to ask her if she'd give him another chance to do it right.
But now, he could see that she didn't need any help from him.
She was getting all the instruction she needed from Logan Gorman.
Pete groaned. He felt as if a knife had been stabbed into him. He held his erect, throbbing prick in his hand and felt as if he were holding something as useful as a fifth wheel.
He didn't know what to do with it. Until he watched Robin curl up and roll onto her back and let Midnight lap and lick at her streaming pussy.
Then he gave a few more tugs on his cock and let his young, full balls spew his load all over the side of the little cottage.