I watched you fucking and sucking…
I just happened to be coming by to talk to you when I glanced through the window and…
Pete bit the side of his cheek and watched Robin move about inside the cabin of the boat. His pulse pounded. He was right on the edge of going down there and trying to talk to her, but he couldn't work up the nerve.
The engines throbbed under him. Stray air currents brought the scent of exhaust over the transom and into his nostrils. He watched Robin come up the steps from the cabin and onto the back deck, her sandwich and a drink in her hands.
She wore her bikini. Somehow, he hadn't noticed how full and thrusting her tits were before. Or maybe they'd gotten fuller in the past two days from being fucked. Maybe that's what it did to girls. Maybe that was the way you tell when a girl had been fucked.
He wasn't the only one to watch her come up from the cabin.
Pete shifted his eyes just as Robin stooped, and he saw Logan glance down from his seat behind the wheel, and he knew the horny old bastard was getting an eyeful of those swollen tits. Pete's stomach churned with anger and envy so much he didn't notice that Robin's mother was watching him closely from the other deck chair.
"Are you getting hungry, too, Pete?" Chris asked him.
"There's plenty of food down there. I don't know why Lo-Mr.
Gorman insisted we bring so much."
"Aw, cut out the mister, Chris," Logan said, turning his head back. "Pete and I know each other well enough by now he can call me Logan. Right, buddy?" he grinned at Pete.
Pete held his gaze for just a moment and then had to look away. He could feel his lip curling away from his teeth, and he didn't want to put on an expression that would make Mrs. Eglund's opinion of him any lower.
"No thanks, Mrs. Eglund," he said finally. "I don't feel hungry."
He noticed she didn't offer to let him call her Chris. He noticed she didn't offer to let him eat a second time, either, but kept watching him with that cool, distant expression, as if he were some kind of bug that wasn't quite trustworthy.
Don't watch me, lady-watch that bastard Gorman instead! He's been fucking your daughter!
Pete looked at her. He wished sometimes he had more guts.
Then he'd tell them all just what he was thinking. He might even ask himself what the hell he was doing out on the boat all day with them.
Chris finally took her eyes from him. "Are we going to fish, Logan, or do you just want to ride around?"
"Maybe we can give it a try," Logan said.
"I'm sure Pete must like fishing, don't you, Pete?"
"It's okay, Mrs. Eglund."
Her brows went up. "Oh? I thought your father-I mean, I heard that you and he … Doesn't he fish commercially?"
Pete stared at her. "Gosh, no! Where'd you hear a thing like that?"
Chris' eyes swiveled towards Logan for just a second, giving him the answer.
Pete's stomach churned again. So that was why she thought he wasn't good enough for her daughter! Gorman again!
"Dad's retired, Mrs. Eglund," Pete said evenly, feeling a charge of courage for the first time in his life. "He has a little tourist shop where he makes carvings and sculptures from pieces of driftwood."
"Yes, I know, but I thought for a living he-"
"That's not his living, Mrs. Eglund. That's his hobby.
That's for something to do to keep him creative and busy. So he doesn't stagnate like some-"
"Pete!" Robin shot at him.
He lowered his eyes and sucked in his breath. When he looked up again, there was a different expression on Chris' face, one of curiosity and reflectiveness.
"I'm sorry, Pete," she said. "I knew he had a boat, and I-"
"Yes, we have a boat. It's not as big as this one. It could be, Mrs. Eglund, but we don't need it. He runs around in it collecting his pieces of driftwood to work on. Once in a while, we catch a mackerel for dinner, just the way you do, but no more."
"Pete, you're being positively nasty to my mother!" Robin cried.
"Since when have you ever cared whether I'm spoken to civilly, darling?" Chris scoffed. "Be quiet, now, I want to hear more. Go on, Pete. Tell me what your father is retired from."
"If anybody wants to fish now, we're coming up on the grouper banks," Logan broke in quickly and loudly. "Robin, why don't you get the gear out, and-" he leaned towards her and whispered so the others couldn't hear- "and I'll make it worthwhile for you tonight, huh?" He spread his thighs on the seat in a sly way, hunching his bulge of cock and balls into prominence.
"He was a business analyst," Pete said firmly, looking from the pair of them towards Robin's mother again. "A good one. He still does some consulting work once in a while, determining whether a business idea will work or not."
"Oh, really?" Chris commented, lifting her brows. She leaned forward and opened her mouth to ask a question.
"Pete, come take the wheel," Logan said with undisguised command now. "Honey, you come up front with me and give me a hand with the anchor rope."
He slid from the bench. He came over and took Chris' hand and pulled her to her feet. He cast a look at Pete that was expressionless and deadly at the same time. Then he half pushed Chris in front of him, making her go down the little steps into the cabin.
"But I wanted to talk to him more, Logan," she complained.
"You can talk to him later. I've got something better in mind right now."
He closed the cabin door behind him, shutting off the back deck and the two kids. He grinned down at her, then slid his hands around her shoulders and pulled her slim body against his, making her firm tits push against his chest.
"Now, Logan…" Chris gasped, putting up a token struggle.
"That's what I had in mind," he grinned. "Right now."
He shifted his hands from her shoulders, sliding them down the supple, curved length of her spine to her ass. He cupped the firm, round cheeks and kneaded the globular meat through her shorts and panties.
"Oh…" Chris moaned softly. "Logan, you're mad! Not here! Not in front of the children!"
"They'll never know. Come with me."
He pulled her forward into the bow compartment. Two bunks veed together with the lines of the bow. The hatch was just overhead. He closed the small door between the compartment and the cabin, then worked the wing nuts on the hatch and pushed it up and open.
Fresh air spilled through the round hole into the little enclosure, and they could hear the prow hitting waves right under their feet,
"Stick your head out the hole, Chris. Take a big whiff of fresh air. Look around the horizon. Wave back at them."
"Logan, what…" she gasped again.
He lifted her, wrapping his arms around her slim waist.
Chris had little choice but to spread her legs to brace her feet on the two bunks.
She protruded from the deck from her belly up. The rush of wind blew her fine hair and plastered the knit top across her tits, making it rub sensitively over her stiffening nipples. She glanced down at him through the hatch and saw him grinning lecherously up at her.
Then he began undoing the fastenings of her shorts. She felt the material go loose around her waist. She watched him hook his fingers into the elastic of her panties and begin sliding both garments over her hips and tight ass.
"Logan!" she gasped down at him.
"Wave to the kiddies, honey," he grinned, tugging the shorts and panties below her pussy, baring her golden beaver and rapidly swelling cunt-lips.
She gasped again, sucking in air. She faced forward. The wind took her breath away. She looked behind her and could see Pete sitting behind the wheel, with Robin standing beside him.
They gave her a funny look. She waved, trying her hardest not to let on what was happening.
But when Logan's fingertips slid up and down the slick gap of her pussy, she nearly moaned. She turned forward again, gripping the edges of the hatch with her hands.
This was wild! This was just the crazy, loony kind of thing Carl would have done.
She looked down. She saw Logan sitting on the vee of the bunks between her spread legs. His face was right on a level with her suddenly steaming pussy.
She was astonished with herself. She must have been out of her mind to let him get her into a trapped position like this.
And out of her mind again to let him be so familiar with her.
A sense of anger swept through her for a moment. Just because she'd weakened the other night and had let him fuck her, that didn't give him the right to assume he could have complete freedom with her body any old time he wanted to.
She should never have let him fuck her. She should have put a stop to it the other night. She should have stopped him just now in the cabin, too. She should have…
Oh, God! It's been so long, Carl! Three years, darling! I'm sorry-but I'm so hot! So horny and hot! And he's a good fucker, Carl. Oh, God, forgive me for that, darling.
But I need to be fucked! I need to so badly!
"Ahhhhhh, God, Logan…" she moaned, the small cry ripped from her lips by the wind.
She looked at the horizon. It went up and down with the pitching of the boat and around with the spinning of her senses.
She shut her eyes against the wind and sun and fresh air and braced her legs wider apart, unable to keep herself from tipping her pelvis forward and up to push her pussy right against his face.
She felt his fingertips massaging her bloated cunt-lips. She felt the stickiness between her petals go slick and oily with the flood of honey now pouring from inside her steaming pussy.
She felt his gorgeous tongue against her puffy labes. It licked all around them. It laved her thighs. It rasped against her blonde pubes and teased fitfully at the straining, screaming nub of her clit that begged attention so shamelessly now.
His hands kneaded and worked at her inner thighs and helped to open her watering pussy. She felt the tip of his tongue circle the muscular, silky mouth of her cunt, and she caught her breath again and again.
She felt her tits swell inside the knit top, and it was all she could do to keep from grabbing the hard cones and squeezing them, and to hell with whether the children could see her do it or not.
Her knees turned to jelly. She wobbled up and down slightly through the hatch hole and then braced her elbows against the decking to keep from falling through.
She felt his warm, moist breath against her belly and abdomen as he licked and lapped at her cunt with long, flat sweeps of his tongue. The image in her mind was that of Midnight cleaning one of his front legs while he lay on the floor and lapped lazily at it.
She felt herself on the verge of coming. She gritted her teeth. She was going to yell. She knew she was. The kids would hear her. They would know what was happening, and she would shame herself right in front of them.
She made a movement to come back down through the hatch.
Logan cupped his hands under her round ass-cheeks and held her there, not letting her.
Then he kneaded with his fingers and began doing something else that took her breath away with the madness and wildness of it.
She felt him separating her ass-cheeks. She felt the tips of his fingers running up and down her deep, shadowy crack. And all the while, he lapped at her watering, draining slit with his tongue and sucked her cunt-lips into his mouth and flicked them with the tip of his tongue, drinking down her juices.
Chris gasped heatedly. Her whole ass began to shake. She knew what he was going to do. She didn't want him to. Not even Carl had done that to her.
But she couldn't stop him. And the truth, she had to admit finally, was that she didn't want to stop him. She wanted to be driven wild! Yes, she wanted it!
His finger centered over her asshole. She felt the tiny mouth pucker and pulse and suck. He pressed inward. There was a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure, of itching and of tingling.
Her pelvis rocked and tipped. Her hips began making small circles, as if a part of her wanted to be rid of the irritating sensation. Yet there was another part of her that made her push her ass backward against the tingling fingertip and gasp again and again.
There couldn't have been more. Already, he'd done enough to her to make her come twice. But then she sucked in her breath again and felt her senses take another wild lunge upward to a higher plateau of pleasure and madness.
His tongue! It was going-under her crotch!
She felt the tip of it circle around her fluttering cunt- mouth one more time and then begin sliding under her torso, around the curve of her crotch, reaching… reaching…
"Ahhhhhh, God, Logan! Don't!" she cried thinly, gasping again, looking down into the hatch past her thrusting tits.
Her vision was blurred. The boat swayed and pitched, making her feel as if she were floating helplessly in the sea of sensation.
She saw him kneeling on the floor at the vee of the bunks, his head upturned, his mouth opened wide and pressed against her spread crotch. His hands were on her pouting ass-cheeks, palming them wide apart.
She felt the stretch of her ass-mouth as he pulled. She felt the tip of his tongue circle around and around with taunting slowness. The agony of anticipation left her breathless.
"No… no!" she gasped. "Don't do that, Logan. Don't! Nobody's ever done that!
Ohhhh, it's nasty, Logan! You can't do a thing like that, I'll… eeeeennnnh!"
The squeal started out thin and high. She forced her throat around the column of sound and shut it down to a whine-just the way her tight, shivering asshole was forced down around his tongue tip when it finally penetrated her butt.
She nearly fainted. The boat yawed and swooped. She clung to the wooden frame of the hatch. Her knees gave way as her whole lower body shuddered wildly under the spasms of her violent orgasm.
She felt her pussy-tunnel crush down. She'd expected the emptiness of years of masturbating, the same sensation of silky, juicy tissues pulsing about a void.
But there was something to grip. It wasn't a cock. It wasn't big enough to be a cock. But it was something. And she squeezed tightly around it, feeling grateful for the meager length and girth of his thumb.
Juice ran from her cunt, dewing her petals to the point of making them drip. At the same time, her asshole pulsed and sucked and quivered with an intensity she couldn't believe. He wouldn't stop. Even after she'd been coming for an eternity of gripping spasms, he wouldn't stop.
His tongue plunged deeper and deeper up her asshole, darting back and forth at the same time, making her feel as if her butt were being prodded with a slithering snake.
If he hadn't been holding her up by her crotch, and if she hadn't been elbowing the deck as hard as she could, she would have slid right through and fallen into an orgasming heap.
The waves came again and again, pounding through her starved body. Far off, she could hear whimpering, squealing sounds, and she knew she was making them, and that the children were watching her through the windshield, guessing… knowing…
Slowly, agonizingly, she turned her head. It was an unbelievable sensation. Her eyes were open, although she couldn't see too well. She pretended to be perfectly normal, although waves of orgasm still pounded through her.
She looked back at them from the corner of her eye. She saw Pete. She couldn't see Robin. She saw Pete's mouth opening and closing. She saw the expression of blissful agony on his face that she knew must be on hers.
Their eyes locked for just a moment, and then his head tossed back, and she could see him let out a groan. She couldn't hear it. She was making too much noise inside herself to hear it.
She didn't know what was happening. She didn't care right then. All she was really conscious of was the darting, thrusting, fucking tongue churning up her asshole and driving her absolutely wild.
And then she did know. She watched Pete make small jerking motions with his head back and his eyes hooded and his tongue licking over his lips, and she did know.
And she had the audacity to feel shocked!
Robin had watched Logan pull her mother into the cabin with a curious mixture of jealousy and secretive superiority. She wondered what her mother would think if she knew the way her daughter had sucked that big, hosing cock into her mouth. Or what she would think if she knew about the proposition Logan had just made.
The sight of the bulge at his crotch had made her pussy start watering again.
She could picture the big prick, all stiff and throbbing and ready.
Ready for her young pussy tonight…
By God, he was going to fuck her pussy with it tonight, too.
Not her mouth, not her hand, not his own hand. Her hot, silky cunt! She was going to make his cock spurt into her pussy this time-not her dog's.
"Thanks for telling her," Pete said darkly.
Robin watched the cabin door close, and her twat gave another trembling throb.
Would he dare fuck her in there? Why else would he have closed the door?
"You could have told her," Pete said again.
His sullen tone distracted her finally, and she turned her head to look at him, ready to be totally disgusted with him. He still sat in the deck chair. The shade line of the cockpit roof passed back and forth over him as the boat pitched and rolled, making him blink on and off with sun and shade, like a flashing sign.
"He told you to take the wheel, Pete," she said.
"To hell with it."
She blinked. She looked at him again. It was Pete sitting there. And yet it wasn't. He was suddenly different in a way she couldn't understand.
"What's the matter with you?"
"You could have told your mother about my dad. You didn't have to let her go on believing he was just a commercial fisherman. I wondered why she always thought I wasn't good enough to be around you. Why she looked at me as if I were no better than a piece of old bait, or something."
"You're crazy," Robin said. She tried to put force behind it, but her tone was strange, just the way his expression was strange.
"It was you all along, wasn't it? You didn't tell her on purpose."
"I didn't want to spoil it for her," Robin said sassily.
"She was enjoying feeling superior. She was enjoying giving me a hard time about you, telling me all about Daddy's high standards and how we had to be careful and all the rest."
"Not as much as you were enjoying it," Pete responded. He squinted against the flash of sunlight at her. "I'm beginning to see it all now, Robin. You like bugging her. You've said so enough. But now it's clear that you were just using me to bug her with, weren't you?"
"What's gotten into you, Pete?"
"Maybe it's what's gotten into you, Robin."
She sucked in her breath, then put on a show of outrage and anger. "You're the only thing that's gotten into me, Pete Bast! You and your stupid cock! Finally!
After I nearly raped you to get it!"
"Not quite all," he said. "Has he fucked your cunt yet?"
"What?
"Cut it out, Robin," Pete flared, feeling a charge of courage and anger. "I watched you!"
Robin laughed a little too loudly. "What kind of trick are you trying to play with me? You didn't watch me do anything, you jerk!"
"I watched him stare at your tits just now. And I watched the way you gave them a little shake for him, too."
"God, are you imagining things! Him? Logan? He's old enough to be my father, Pete! In fact, I think he's going to be just that in a little while!" She laughed too loudly again.
"I watched him whisper to you and give you a vulgar bump.
What was that for? Was that why you looked so lustful just now when they went down there? Are you trying to use him, too?"
She strode towards the pilot's bench and took the wheel. "I don't have to put up with this crap, Pete. That does it. We're through!"
He got out of the chair and stood beside her, looking at her.
"You know what I think, Robin? I think your mother had it just backwards. I think maybe you're not good enough for me."
"Oh!" she cried, snapping her head towards him. She lifted her hand for a quick slap, but he caught her wrist and held it very tightly and put his face close to hers.
"At least I don't fuck my dog!" he rasped savagely. "And I'd never let my future stepdaughter suck my cock off while a dog was working her over!"
Robin gasped and stared at him. "You did watch! Oh! Oh, you sneaky, spying bastard!"
"You taught me how! Remember?"
They locked gazes for a long moment. Robin couldn't believe the change in him.
Her mind whirled. And then she saw the flicker of emotion in his eyes.
"Oh, Pete…" she whispered. "Pete, you're jealous."
"I was," he said. "I'm not any more."
"What are you, Pete?" she asked softly.
His eyes shifted. "I don't know what I feel, Robin. I really loved you. I really did. I tried to tell you. And now you've gone and… with him…"
"Pete… Pete, listen to me, honey. I did what you said. I can't deny that.
Not if you watched me. He walked in on me and caught me… playing with myself. I was hot, Pete. I liked fucking you so much I got hot and couldn't wait for another prick inside me…"
"Quit lying, Robin. You've played with me long enough."
"Pete, he hasn't fucked me! Nobody's fucked me but you! I swear it!"
"Me and Midnight, you mean. A couple of dogs, is that it?" he said abjectly, looking ready to cry, looking more like the old Pete again.
"Honey, Midnight doesn't count! It's just been you, Pete. I swear it! All right, he offered just a little while ago. He offered to pay me back if I got you to quit talking to Mother about your dad. But I don't know if he was going to fuck my pussy or what!"
"That's what you wanted, Robin. It was all over your face that that's what you wanted, and that's what hurts."
"Oh, honey-you are jealous!" she said softly, taking his face in her hands.
She slid from the bench. She stood next to him, pressing her scantily clad body against his. She put her arms around him and held herself close, waiting for him to respond. His arms hung limply at his sides, and she felt him take in a deep breath.
She pulled back. She turned him slightly, urging him onto the bench behind the wheel.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm… Pete, I'm going to make it up to you. I'm going to make everything even again. Look, they're opening the hatch.
It'll be all right, Pete."
"What are you talking about?"
They watched Robin's mother emerge partway from the hatch.
Robin saw the expression on her mother's face, and her pussy-lips bloated quickly, imagining what Logan was doing to her.
"They're doing it, Pete!" she whispered excitedly.
"You're crazy!" he whispered back. "They're just coming out of the hatch onto the bow deck." He watched Mrs. Eglund for a long moment. And then he knew he was wrong.
He gasped suddenly. He looked down at the touch. He saw Robin kneel against the footrest and gasped again as her slim hand reached for his fly.
"Robin!"
"He's down there licking her pussy! I know he is! And I'm going to suck your big, wonderful cock off, Pete!"
"Robin!" he gasped again, pushing at her hand.
He squirmed in the seat. She was insistent. In a moment, his prick was free.
She jacked it and pulled at it until it soared from his lap, the spongy young head throbbing and red.
"God, don't…" he moaned.
"I'm going to make it even, Pete. Better than even! I'm going to do to you what I learned to do with him and more! Oh, Pete, I'm going to suck your prick until you shoot your hot sperm into my mouth!"
"Robin…" he groaned shakily, his prick throbbing and jerking in spite of himself.
"Squirt your hot load right down my throat, honey! I want you to! God, I want to drink down every last drop! Ohhhhh, darling, if you thought my pussy was wonderful to fuck, just wait until you feel my hot mouth and tight lips and swirling tongue all over your big, wonderful prick!"
She jacked his cock faster. She heard him groan again. She watched the velvety head swell and pulse and grow redder.
She licked her lips and swallowed several times in anticipation of what she would be swallowing in just a moment.
She had to do this. She had to smooth it over with Pete before he went and talked too much to her mother or somebody and ruined everything.
It would look funny if Pete suddenly disappeared. Her mother might catch on too fast. With Pete at ease and her mother unsuspecting, she could still get Logan to fuck her. She could still take him away from her mother and show the old bat just how much all her purity and caution were really worth.
She'd have to swallow that pungent stuff again. She'd have to gag over the way it slipped down her throat like a raw oyster.
And over the way the pulsing, bucking knob bucked at the back of her silky throat.
But at least it wouldn't take as long this time. Not with Pete. He wouldn't last more than two seconds before he shot his load, just the way he hadn't lasted when he'd fucked her pussy.
And maybe, the second time around, she could swallow his cock down her throat.
She'd nearly done it with Logan's prick. Pete's wasn't as fat. Maybe she could get his down. Then she wouldn't have all that sperm flooding into her mouth and dripping from her lips and trailing down her chin.
Robin licked her lips again. She angled Pete's prick towards her face. She opened her mouth. She felt him watching her and heard him gasp and moan with protest.
She licked out at his cock, sweeping the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft, flicking the pulsing head and making the meat jump in her hand.
"Ohhhhh, don't, Robin…" he moaned.
She moved quickly, before his puritanical groans of protest could make her angry again. She made a soft, fleshy, wet circle of her lips and plunged her mouth down over the head and shaft, taking his cock deeply into her mouth.
"Ahhhhh, God!" he gasped.
He didn't try to push her head away. That made a shiver of superiority pass through her. It showed what a fraud he was. He wanted her to suck his cock.
She prepared herself for the immediate rush of hot, jolting sperm as her soft lips nibbled down his cock. It didn't come, despite all the bucking and jerking of his shaft and the way he squirmed on the bench.
She made her tongue slither along the underside of the hard, pulsing pole of meat, up and down, while she drew on his cock with sunken cheeks and tried to pull his sperm up from his young balls.
He still didn't come. He groaned and hunched. He held the back of her head, now, urging her to take more of his prick into her hot mouth.
She took it. She forced her mouth up and down the shaft.
She felt the velvety head bump the back of her throat, and she nearly gagged again.
Then she held her head still. She willed her throat to open up. She took another bit of cock into her warm mouth. She made her throat open a little more. She straightened her neck to help the straight, stiff rod go down.
She heard Pete moan shakily and felt him shiver all over.
She felt his cock-head swell rhythmically with wild pulsations as the spongy mushroom entered the constricted, silky column of her throat and began sliding down and down.
A sense of elation and achievement swept through Robin. She was doing it! Her second cock, and she was doing it! Logan had been right, by God-she was a natural-born cock-sucker!
Suddenly, she didn't want Pete to blow his wad in a quick rush. She didn't want him to end this heady, thrilling experiment.
She opened her eyes and looked at the material of his cutoffs, from which his prick was thrusting.
She nearly went cross-eyed, trying to judge how much more of his cock was left before she had it all down her throat.
When she couldn't see his root clearly enough, she used her fingers to pry open the slit in his pants. She saw his dark curls. She wondered what they would feel like inside her lips.
Wild images went through her mind. She thought of sucking all his cock into her mouth and then wrapping her lower lip around his balls and taking them inside, too.
Could she do it? Could she swallow the whole works?
Another emotion began building inside her, mixing with the elation and accomplishment. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was making her very hot.
With Logan, she'd had her dog fucking her pussy and making her come at the same time. She wished Midnight were fucking her again. Or, better yet, she wished she had Logan's heavy, plunging cock running in and out of her twat while she sucked the whole of Pete's prick down her throat.
Top that, Mom! she cried inwardly. You can't be superior to me any longer, because you're not even willing to try that!
Her lips nibbled and drew. They sucked inward. They inched down Pete's throbbing, jerking shaft until she could feel the beginnings of his pubes growing from his young root.
Her fingers pulled and stretched the material wider. Then, knowing she'd never get to his balls that way, she undid the fastening of the cutoffs at his waist.
"Ahhhhh, Robin!" Pete gasped wildly.
He stared down at her and saw the yellow silk of her hair fanning over his thighs. He watched her spread his pants wide open, and he sucked in his breath.
He kept glancing at Mrs. Eglund. She was facing forward.
Her head was tipped back slightly. She had her elbows braced strongly on the deck and hatch cover, as if she were hanging through the hole without any support under her legs.
Pete felt the sweet, firm, succulent lips nibble down his cock and gasped again. He'd been afraid that Mrs. Eglund and that bastard Gorman would come back on deck and catch him with his prick halfway down Robin's young throat, but he wasn't much worried about that now, considering that Mrs. Eglund didn't seem ready to move from where she was.
But he was appalled. He was stunned. What he couldn't see of Robin's progress because of her head being in the way, he could sure as hell feel.
And what he felt was that she was already sucking more of his prick into her mouth than she had Logan's. And she was still going!
He felt a curious stability. If he let himself, he could come at any moment, instantly, blasting his young, hot fuck-cream into Robin's throat and flooding her belly.
Yet, there was a strange ability to hang on-a clinical kind of control he certainly hadn't had the other night when he'd blasted off into her sweet, silky cunt, her virginal cunt, her first-time-ever-fucked cunt.
He didn't understand the difference. Now, there was a feeling of suspension and curiosity, as if he were as anxious as Robin to see just how much of his prick she could take before crying uncle.
In a deeper sense, he wondered if maybe something hadn't been ripped between them, at least as far as he was concerned. He'd never spoken to her so roughly before. He'd never felt himself on the verge of tossing her aside before.
He felt different-changed. He began wondering if maybe it weren't all bad that he'd caught her sucking Gorman's cock and being fucked by her dog. The intense grip had been broken. Maybe that was why he was able to put his hands on the back of her silky head and urge her mouth farther down his cock, instead of pushing her away before he soiled her purity.
Robin felt him do that. She felt the gentle pressure of his palms on the back of her head. She felt her throat open in advance of his swelling, pulsing, vibrating knob.
And she felt her hot young pussy throb with terrible need.
It hit her with a flash of heat. She'd started this out as a mechanical act, an act of curiosity to see how much cock she could eat. She'd started it out as a way to salve Pete's ego so that he wouldn't make too many waves.
It had changed. Her pussy was drooling and flapping inside the bikini panties now. It was sucking wildly, squeezing and writhing all along its length with terrible need.
She made a kind of gasp, puffing air through her nostrils in steamy jets that bathed his root and his balls. Her lips compressed more tightly about his cock and sucked inward, drawing another fraction of an inch of his shaft down her throat.
She swallowed and swallowed, her silky muscles massaging all around the broad, swollen head of his vibrant dick. She heard him groan again, and she was afraid he'd come before she had his cock all down her throat, but he didn't.
She slid one hand under his balls and lifted them from his fly. She rolled them gently in her fingers, massaging them. She thrust her other hand into her soaked panties and gripped her bloated cunt-lips tightly, feeling the juice squeeze out of them and run between her fingers.
Her arm began pumping up and down. She masturbated wildly, spreading her knees wide, letting her ass sway and circle in the air, and she took still more of his cock into her mouth.
Somehow, from the corner of her eye, she saw his bare toes wriggling and spreading with passion. Her sight fixed on the big toe, and she whimpered in the back of her throat.
Without letting go of his prick, she worked her wet panties over the swells of her ass-cheeks and managed to draw one leg free of them. She spread her thighs wide and hunched her pussy close to his foot.
Her throat still working, still massaging his leaking cock, she worked his foot and her pussy together and then sank down with a throaty groan.
She felt his big toe fuck up into her steaming cunt. Her twat-mouth clamped tightly around it and sucked inward, and a new charge of juice flooded from her cunt walls.
"Ahhhhhh, Robin!" Pete gasped. "Your cunt! My toe's fucking your cunt! Oh, my God! Honey, I can feel my prick leaking oil down your throat! Ahhhhhh, Christ, I can't believe this is really happening!"
Her soft lips crunched around his pubes. The tingling sensation shot through her and made her tits swell and spike fiercely at the pink nipples.
She could feel with the tip of her finger that she had only another little way to go before his root flared out at the base where it was connected to his abdomen.
She ran her tongue down the bottom of his shaft. It slithered and massaged and made blood pound through the big veins of his cock. The tip protruded from her lower lip, and she could feel the silky wrinkles of his sac with it.
She was doing it! She was going to be able to wrap her tongue around his balls, too!
She was nearly there. Her throat went wild around his cock- head and the top of his shaft. She could sense the swollen bulge in the smooth, tanned column, the way it must look.
"Oh, God, honey-your mother! She's… God, she's coming! I know she is! She's coming! God, she looks so hot! She's shivering all over and just dangling through the hatch! Ohhhhh, Robin honey, I don't know how much longer I can hold on!"
His cock pounded and throbbed in her throat. She felt his big toe stretch up her cunt and nearly curl inside her pussy. One of his other toes rested right on the nub of her screaming clit and massaged it with every bit as much feeling as her fingers ever had.
She began rocking up and down, flexing her legs, making her pussy suck and slurp wetly along his toe. She felt the strong heat rush through her young body, and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer either.
"Ah! Ahhhhhhh, I'm going to come! Robin…" Pete gasped.
His fingers tightened in her hair. His hand pressed harder against the back of her head. It was enough, just enough to push her lips down fully against his root and mush out softly.
She'd done it! She'd eaten all of it!
"Nnnnnngh!" she whimpered.
She felt his prick swell and jerk strongly in her mouth and along the column of her throat. She felt the warm pulse of fluid and the sudden increase in slipperiness.
"Yaaaaagh!" he yelled, trying to hold back the fury of his outcry.
The tip of her tongue was curled around the bottom of his balls. She could feel the hard spheres pump his sperm. She could feel the fluid rush of it through his prick as it traveled over her lower lip and along the trough of her tongue.
She felt the pulsing of his knob as his prick spat and jetted the thick, creamy load into her throat, and she couldn't hold back any longer.
She spread her pussy-lips around his big toe and mashed her cunt against his foot and let the pounding rush of orgasm beat through her hot body.
She swallowed reflexively, milking his prick, sucking down every last drop of jizz. She felt it flow into her belly. She felt her cunt give forth her own emission of juices that bathed his toe and trickled out around his foot.
She came and came. She drank eagerly. It seemed that Pete would never stop pouring sperm into her throat. His balls seemed to hold twice as much as Logan's had. She knew she wasn't losing a drop of the creamy stuff, and that made her feel very good.
It was hard for her to tell when Pete was finished. He kept gasping and whimpering. His prick kept throbbing. He would pull downward against her head to keep her mouth fully over his prick and then push for a moment and then pull again.
His hips bucked up from the bench and made her lips flatten even more against his root. She made a wonderful discovery. If she massaged his balls with the tip of her tongue, she could get another spurt of cum from his prick. She did that until there just wasn't any more left to trickle down her throat.
"Ah!" he gasped softly, turning his hands to push at her head again. "I can't take any more, Robin. Ohhhhh, God, my prick's on fire! It's going to burst into flames! Ohhhhhh, stop-stop!"
She began drawing her head back. She felt his shaft ripple through her throat.
She felt the soft head at the base of her tongue. Her compressed lips stripped his prick and made the last drop smear over her tongue as the red, wet rod popped free and thrust into the air.
She blinked. She smacked her lips. His cum tasted good! It wasn't pungent and bitter like Logan's. It tasted good!
"Ohhhhhh, Pete…" she moaned, wrapping her arms around his hips and hugging her face to his belly, feeling the wet, throbbing length of his shaft buck against her cheek.
"Honey-honey!" he cried, hugging her back. "That was super! You've made everything even again, Robin-more than even!"
She looked up at him. She felt funny inside, and it wasn't from his flood of sperm. She felt different toward him.
Much different.