The afternoon passed slowly for Robin. Her thoughts were on her mother, who she knew was in a hotel worn with Charlie Crawford. She realized that her mother was a flirt and she was fully aware that Diane had lost her last two husbands through infidelity, but Robin had thought this marriage to Bob Clayton was different. Her present stepfather was a kind, handsome man, and Robin had thought her mother loved him very much. During the two years of marriage, her mother had seemed happy and contented.
Robin never knew her real father, but she had known three stepfathers in her brief life. All had been fine, prosperous men who had been attracted to her mother's beauty. None had been able to satisfy her mother's intense sex drive, but Robin had hoped and thought Bob would be a permanent fixture in her mother's life.
Her mother's earlier husbands had been fine men, but their devotion to her mother was so intense that they had tended to ignore Robin. She had always felt left out of their lives, and had spent long, lonely hours in the shadow of her mother.
Bob was different. He took a genuine interest in Robin and her activities. He made certain that she was included in most of the family activities, and had a sincere interest in her friends and school. It had been the first time Robin felt really wanted, and she didn't want it to be ruined by some oaf like Charlie Crawford.
Sitting on the bed, brushing her hair, Robin's thoughts kept returning to Lance Woodward. Since watching her mother's slavering mouth working on Charlie's big, hard shaft last night, she'd been eagerly anticipating the thrill of sucking Lance off this evening. The slurping sounds and the look of ecstasy on her mother's face as she sucked the juice out of Charlie's lurching prick had really turned Robin on. What she had previously thought as filmy, Robin was now eagerly anticipating. Remembering the slight taste of semen that she'd experienced last night, she was anxious to have a full load spewed into her mouth.
Thinking about it, her pussy was itching and burning with desire. Falling back on the bed, her long, blonde hair splaying over the pillow, Robin thrust her finger deep into her seething, hot cunt.
Thinking about Lance's hard cock that she was going to suck off tonight, her finger slithered up and down on her blood-hard clitoris. Writhing on her bed, she was rapidly approaching an intense climax. Imagining Lance's cock buried deep in her mouth, his hot semen spewing into her throat, Robin exploded into a nerve-shattering orgasm.
Robin was sitting in the living room, glancing through a magazine when her stepfather returned from his office.
"Hi, Bob," she beamed, happy to see him.
"How's my baby?" he smiled, bending over and lightly kissing her on the cheek.
When he left the room to wash, cold chills ran through her stomach at the thought of her mother losing him as she had her former husbands. This was one father Robin didn't want to lose. She hated that damned Charlie Crawford, who could easily destroy her life again.
"Where's your mother?" Bob asked, returning to the room.
"She went to the library," Robin lied.
"Did she say when she'd be home?"
Before she could answer, the door opened and her mother entered. Robin had never seen her mother look so radiantly beautiful. There was a glow in her eyes that was almost breathtaking and her beautiful auburn hair had never looked so lustrous.
"Hi, honey," she smiled, lightly brushing her lips against Bob's mouth. "I'm sorry I'm late."
"Did you have a nice afternoon?" he asked.
"Wonderful. Just wonderful," she beamed.
Robin couldn't believe the excitement that was radiating from her mother's glowing eyes, and for the first time she fully realized how much sexual satisfaction meant to her mother. She needed it as much as a junkie needed drugs.
The radiant expression on Diane's face didn't escape her husband's notice. He had often seen it in the past, and from the way she'd performed like a bitch in heat around Charlie Crawford last night, he was certain that she'd been spending the afternoon with him.
Later that evening, as Robin waited for Lance, she wondered if she would really be able to suck him off. She was filled with both repugnance and a wild desire. Only last night she had been outraged when he'd tried to get her to suck him off, and now, only twenty-four hours later, she was prepared to do it.
"If," Lance smiled later as she hopped into his car.
"Hi, honey," she beamed, brushing her hair back from her excited face.
"What do you want to do tonight?" he asked.
"I told you on the phone last night," she giggled. "I want to suck you off."
"Christ, Robin," he stammered. "I can't figure you out."
"Don't you want me to?" She pretended to pout.
"Shit, yes," Lance gasped. "But I don't understand your sudden change of attitude."
"Just shut up and drive out by the flyer," she giggled, rubbing his crotch. "I might change my mind."
Heading out the highway, they turned down a dirt road that led to a secluded river bank. When he'd turned off the engine and lights, the balmy night air was filled with the sound of frogs and chirping crickets.
"Isn't this peaceful," she sighed as they watched the reflection of the moon on the still water.
"God, yes," he smiled, feeling her hand creeping up his thigh toward his groin.
"Do you still want to be sucked off?" she whispered, trailing her fingers lightly over the throbbing bulge in his pants.
Feeling her fingers lowering his zipper, he slipped his hand under her T-shirt, cupping her resilient tit in his palm.
"Jeez, that's a hard prick," she giggled, drawing it out of his open fly. "It's never felt so big and hard before."
"It's the same cock," he gasped, his body trembling at the touch of her soft hands on the sensitive organ.
Staring at it with a newly-found fascination, Robin tenderly slid his thick, rubbery foreskin up and down over his big, purple cock-head. The tightly-stretched skin of his shaft felt like satin wrapped around a warm cylinder of steel. Lowering her face, a faint musky aroma reached her nostrils. It wasn't an unpleasant odor, but a strangely fascinating scent.
Holding his cock firmly in her hands, Robin's tongue moved out, lightly touching the head of the prick. The faint taste was similar to that of the semen she had reluctantly sampled last night. Excited by the taste, she began moving her wet tongue around and over the rubbery hard bulb of male flesh. The texture of his shiny glans excited her probing tongue. It felt delicious to slide her wet tongue over the rough goose bumps. Gaining more courage with each passing moment, Robin opened her mouth and slid her juicy lips over his slippery cock-head.
"Jesus Christ," Lance sobbed, feeling his cock slithering into her mouth.
"Am I hurting you?" she asked, momentarily removing her lips.
"God no!" he gasped. "That's wonderful."
Once more she lowered her mouth over the head of his erect cock. Although having no knowledge of cock sucking, Robin had jacked him off enough times to know what excited him. She began bobbing her head up and down, masturbating him with her lips. From the way he was lurching, Robin realized she was giving him what he wanted. She was taking more and more of his cock into her mouth with every plunge. She was loving every precious moment of it. The feel of his thick, gnarly cock slithering over her tongue was blowing her mind. She loved the way his prick filled her mouth, nudging at the back of her throat and pressing out against her cheeks as sweet drops of seminal fluid oozed out of the tip of his cock and onto her tongue. It was a new, mind-blowing experience to the excited young girl. She had never dreamed that sucking a big cock could be so delicious satisfying, and the best part was knowing that she was giving Lance such intense pleasure.
Although eager to feel his cum gushing into her mouth, she also realized from masturbating him that Lance enjoyed her teasing and prolonging his ejaculations. He liked her to bring him to the very edge of a climax, then let him slide back and then bring him up again.
When she suddenly felt his muscles tensing, she quickly released his pulsing organ from her slurping lips.
"Does that feel good," she whispered.
"Christ, yes," he blurted.
"Gosh, it sure tastes good," she smiled. "Am I a good cock-sucker?"
"The best," he grinned.
"Good," she giggled, "because from now on I'm gonna spend a lot of time sucking you off."
"Christ," he sighed. "As far as I'm concerned you can blow me twenty-four hours a day."
"Don't challenge me," she laughed. "Or I'll end up sucking you dry."
"I'm willing to let you try it," he laughed, running his hands through her long, blonde hair.
Gently sliding the skin up and down the rigid staff, she again covered his cock with her hot, wet mouth. Gently, she began a slow sucking action that almost blew Lance's mind. With every suck it felt like his asshole was being drawn up into his balls.
"Oh, God, Robin," he moaned, his trembling fingers clutching her hair as her slippery, warm mouth worked up and down on his blood-engorged cock.
Her head was bobbing faster and faster as she sucked more violently on his straining prick. Lance's entire body was jerking and trembling with the wild sensations being induced by Robin's slavering mouth. Faster and faster she worked over his shaking body as he arched his hips to meet every gulp of her hot mouth.
Robin was crazy with excitement. As his hard cock rubbed salaciously against her lips, tongue and throat, she could vividly see Charlie Crawford's prick sliding in and out of her mother's bright-red lips. Having jacked-off Lance so many times, she knew he was rapidly approaching climax. Eager to feel and taste his semen squirting into her mouth, the girl sucked with a wilder intensity.
Lance could feel his impending orgasm building up deep in his quivering guts. As the climax grew closer and closer, he arched his hips higher, and unconsciously grabbing her hair, he pushed her frantically sucking mouth down tighter over his screaming cock.
"Oh, Christ!" he shouted, feeling the hot love cream rushing through his cock.
Although she had anticipated the discharge, Robin wasn't prepared for the huge amount of come that gushed into her mouth. It squirted deliciously against the back of her throat and thee spurt after spurt of the thick fluid continued spewing out of his lurching prick. Frantically sucking and swallowing, Robin was going wild over the sweet taste of his cum. When it stopped squirting into her mouth, Robin continued sucking, wanting to get every last drop.
It was not until it lay wet and limp in her mouth that Robin finally released the prick. Snuggling into Lance's trembling arms, she licked her semen-drenched lips, not wanting to waste a single drop of the slippery juice.
"Did you like it?" she whispered.
"Jesus, yes," he gasped, still trying to recover from his thundering climax. "Did you?"
"God," she whispered, "that was the neatest thing I've ever experienced. Gee that stuff tastes wild."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he smiled, lightly kissing her semen-smeared lips.
"Honey," she whispered, "am I a good cock-sucker?"
"Fantastic," he grinned.
"Good," Robin giggled, "because suckin' cocks is my new hobby."
Gently fondling his limp prick, a torrid fire was burning in Robin's snatch. The excitement of sucking Lance off had aroused her passion. She pulled her jeans and panties to her ankles.
"Please," she whispered, guiding his hand to her sopping-wet slit, "please finger me off. I'm so fuckin' horny, I can't stand it."
Trying to open her thighs wide to receive his finger, she was restricted by the garments tangled around her ankles. Reaching down, she removed them, tossing them into the back seat. Throwing one leg over his leg and the other up across the steering wheel, her juicy cunt was blatantly exposed between her splayed thighs. Her body shivered with delight as she looked down at Lance's finger slipping through the moist, pink lips of her lewdly exposed cunt.
She had never been so damned excited in her life as she was tonight. Robin was frantically thrusting her hips against his hand, trying to get more finger in her cunt. Although his finger was slithering delightfully against her excited clit, it wasn't filling her cunt like she wanted.
The girl suddenly realized that she needed a big, hard cock in there, not a mere finger. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she wouldn't be satisfied tonight with anything less than a stiff prick. She rationalized that sooner or later she was going to get fucked, so why not tonight?
"Lance," she whispered, removing the finger. "Will you fuck me?"
"What?" he gasped.
"I wanta be fucked," she repeated.
Lance couldn't believe what he was hearing. Until tonight she had only jacked him off, reluctantly at first and later with enthusiasm, but that was all she'd ever done until tonight. Now she had just sucked him off and was asking him to fuck her.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Christ, yes," she gasped, groping for his belt, wild to get his pants off. She didn't stop until she had him nude. Then, slipping her T-shirt over her head, Robin, too was naked.
Squirming around on the seat until she was on her back, her head beneath the wheel, Robin spread her soft thighs to receive him.
Lance stared down at her luscious cunt, so boldly exposed. The wet, pink flesh of her pussy lips were quivering with anticipation. The soft, golden pubic hair around her delicious honey pot glistened with droplets of cunt juice.
"Come on, honey," she whispered. "Slip that beauty up my hot, little slit."
As Lance lowered himself between her spread legs, Robin quivered with excitement when his swollen cock-head brushed softly against her naked thighs. Reaching down, Lance placed his hard, rubbery glans against the moist opening of her eager slit.
"Oh, God," she whispered as she felt it pushing slowly up between her taut cuntlips. Her tight pussy seemed to relax a bit as the head of his cock slid through the slippery opening.
When his prick had achieved penetration, she waited to become accustomed to the big bulb.
"Oh, God, that hurts," she whimpered when he finally began fucking deeper into her cunt. He continued gently trying to advance it, but deeper penetration seemed almost impossible. When Lance once more drew back and again pushed forward, Robin let out a piercing scream as his rigid cock-head ripped through the thin membrane of what had once been her cherished maidenhead. Once it had punctured the curtain of tissue, Lance's cock slithered on up into the delicious warmth of her virgin fuckhole.
Clutching tightly to him, biting her lips to hold back tears, she waited for the searing pain to recede. Beginning to relax, she slowly became aware of his stiff cock throbbing deep inside her cunt. She could feel his rigid pole rubbing deliciously against the sensitive walls of her love tunnel. Squirming with delight, her hot, inner-flesh rubbed against his steel-hard cock, inducing even more intense pleasure into the depths of her inflamed fuckhole.
"My God!" she gasped when he slowly withdrew about an inch, wildly stimulating her cunt with the slight movement. Shuddering with ecstasy, she clung to him as she felt it sliding back up. Slowly at first, he began driving his prick back and forth, just an inch at a time. The searing pain that she had just endured was fading rapidly, replaced by the rapture of his bloated cock sliding against the hot, slippery flesh of her excited cunt. The pleasure was wildly increased when Robin discovered she could squeeze his throbbing rod with her eager cunt muscles. The pain completely forgotten, she arched her trembling hips up to meet every thrust.
Tears of pleasure ran down her flushed face as she experienced these cock-induced sensations for the first time.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she sobbed, feeling Lance drive deeper and deeper, bringing even more intense pleasure with every stroke.
"My God," she sobbed, straining her body up tighter against Lance. "Why have I waited? Why have I waited so long?"
Realizing that he was rapidly approaching a climax, Lance slowed his movements until his cock was still. Lying on her, he could feel Robin's big, full breasts squashed against his chest.
"Oh, honey," she moaned, swirling her tongue around his ear, "this is beyond my wildest dreams."
Grasping at his ass, she pulled his motionless body even more tightly against her. Lance felt he would explode when her cunt muscles began to squeeze and suck on his motionless cock. When he was finally sure that his near ejaculation had been completely subdued, he once more started driving his rod in and out of her tight fuckhole.
"Oh, God," she squealed when his cock was once again sliding smoothly against her sensitive cuntal tissues. Wrapping her arms tightly around his back, she squirmed up against him, squeezing his luscious prick with her hot, grasping cunt.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" she moaned, wrapping her thighs tightly around his waist.
He continued driving his cock deeper and deeper into her eager pussy. Hot gobs of pussy juice were oozing out of her swollen cuntlips, dribbling down his leg and onto the car seat. Lance became even more excited at the sound of his balls slapping against her juice-drenched ass.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she gasped, biting at his shoulders, her hungry cunt muscles involuntarily sucking at the full length of his hard, driving piston of flesh. She could feel every vein, tendon and muscle of his dock sliding in and out of her hungry cunt.
Rearing back, Lance began driving harder and deeper.
"Aaaggghhh!" she screamed as she felt it tearing in and out of her hot flesh. "Give it to me, honey! Give it to me harder!"
Her nostrils flaring, her soft lips writhing back from her teeth, her long, blonde hair flailing wildly around her excited face, she stared up through the steering wheel at the full moon that seemed to be spinning crazily in the night sky.
"Harder, honey, harder," she screamed as she grasped his ass, pulling him more violently against her.
Excited by her cries, Lance drove his passion bloated prick deeper and deeper into her hot, trembling body.
"Oh, darling," she squealed, feeling the full force of his thrusts battering savagely into her seething belly. "Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck me harder!"
On and on they went, their slippery, wet bodies pounding frantically against each other.
"Eeeggghh!" she screamed as the relentless attack continued, lifting her to a new high of ecstasy. "Faster, honey, faster! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Robin began screaming hysterically as a strange, almost unbearably intense sensation enveloped her lurching, young body. She didn't realize that his big prick was propelling her toward an orgasm.
"Oh, shit! I'm gonna explode," she shrieked as the passionate waves of ecstasy roared through her tossing body. "Harder, honey! Fuck me good!"
Suddenly she felt his hot cum juice gushing into her passion-crazed fuckhole. This was the first time she had ever felt semen squirting into her cunt. Her head twisting against the back of the seat and the door, she instinctively screwed her cunt tighter against him to receive the full load of the spurting cum.
Exploding into her first cock-induced orgasm, she clung tightly to him, her young body trembling and lurching in ecstasy.
It was several minutes before she regained control. Looking down at her, Lance could see the happy, relaxed expression on her lovely face.
"Oh, God, Lance," she smiled. "That was the neatest thing that's ever happened to me. Why the hell have I waited so long?"
Lance drew her body into his arms, burying his face in her soft, rumpled, blonde hair.
"Oh, Lance, honey, I just want to fuck and fuck for the rest of our lives," she whispered, nestling tighter into his arms.
They remained silent for several minutes, watching the moon on the water and luxuriating in their ecstasy.
"Lance," she whispered later, gently stroking his limp penis, "I want to fuck again."
"We will," he smiled. "From now on we'll fuck lots of times."
"No, honey," she giggled, gently squeezing his cock. "I mean right now."
"Don't your folks expect you home early?"
"I don't feel like going home yet," she whispered.
Robin trembled with excitement as she felt his cock beginning to harden under her caresses. When it reached full erection, she could tell that Lance was as excited as she was.
"Gee," she smiled as she squirmed onto her back, "my neck sure gets twisted against the door and the back of this seat."
"D'ya wanta do it dog-fashion?" he suggested.
"Shit," she giggled. "You can fuck me dog-fashion, eagle-fashion or any other fashion as long as you fuck me."
Opening the door, he helped her out of the car. The balmy summer night air felt good on their naked bodies.
"Bend over and rest your elbows on the seat of the car," he directed, holding the door open.
When she had assumed the position, her smooth ass-cheeks were turned toward his drooling eyes.
Gently spreading her cheeks apart, be could see wisps of damp, golden pubic hairs and her pink, semen-drenched cuntlips highlighted by the moonlight.
She trembled with excitement, feeling his fingers probing into her hot, juicy slit from behind. Robin began rotating her cunt around the invading fingers.
Removing them, Lance grasped his hard cock, guiding it between her legs and sensuously rubbing the tip of his prick against her slippery, wet cuntlips.
"Oh, honey, hurry and fuck me," she whispered as his erect cock slithered back and forth against her dripping slit. Crouching and lowering his hips, Lance placed his cock-head against her slippery opening.
"Oh, God," she moaned when he grasped her hips, and with one, smooth stroke, drove his steel-hard prick up into her juicy fuckhole. Then slowly withdrawing it until only its tip remained embedded, he rammed it back in with all his strength.
"Shit, I love that," she gasped. "Give it to me good."
With her shouts of encouragement, he began pounding deeper and harder. He could see his swollen balls slapping against her bare bottom as his hard, juice-slicken cock slammed up her slippery pussy.
"God, Lance," she sobbed, wild with the new-found thrill of a stiff cock ripping in and out of her cunt. "Fuck me good, darling, fuck me hard!"
As she frantically slammed her ass back to meet every thrust of his pounding fuck machine, Lance could feel his loins tensing for the massive ejaculation that was building in his balls.
"Oh, sweet baby," she sobbed, writhing her bottom against his thrusting cock. "I'm coming, baby! Oh, God, how I'm coming! Comiiinnnggg! Commiiinnnggg!"
As the orgasm began to engulf her, she could feel Lance's hot semen squirting into her throbbing guts.
Collapsing over the seat, she was dimly aware of the thick torrent of cum that was oozing out of her cunt and dribbling down her leg.
"I hope you won't regret this," Lance said later as he was driving her home.
"Don't worry," she giggled. "From now on life is gonna be one big fuck-a-thon for us."