From that night on, life was never the same for Robin and Lance. It was nothing but sex and more sex, and their inventive minds were continually dreaming up new positions and ways of reaching orgasms. Little Robin couldn't think of anything but sex and she spent every free moment with Lance and his magic cock. She now fully understood her mother's wild desire for sexual satisfaction, but the one thing that really bothered Robin was the fear of Bob finding out about her mother. She certainly didn't want him to leave them.
One thing Robin didn't know was that Bob was fully aware of his wife's infidelities. Bob had been very pleased when he learned that Charlie Crawford was out of town for several weeks. It was at least postponing any torrid romance that might have developed if he'd remained in town.
Diane's thoughts were certainly different. She couldn't seem to get that afternoon with him out of her mind. As the days passed, Diane was once again getting horny for a big, hard cock.
Sitting in the living room with her husband one evening, her hot pussy was itching with desire, but not for Bob. Watching him, she realized, in a strange way, she was very fond of him and she was very much aware that he was a fine husband as well as a good father to Robin. With all his fine characteristics, why was he so completely hopeless in bed?
"Would you care for a drink, Bob," she asked, her nerves almost at the breaking point.
"That sounds good," he smiled.
Walking into the kitchen to fix the drinks, Diane could feel the wet lips of her itching slit rubbing together. She felt so fucking horny and there was no relief in sight.
Returning with the drinks, she sat next to her husband on the sofa. How she wished that she were having cocktails with Charlie Crawford. Diane was practically gulping her drink as she sat thinking about Charlie's big, talented cock. She could almost feel it slithering in and out of her excited pussy when she recalled bow tenderly he had handled her.
"Another drink?" she asked when she'd drained her glass.
"Not yet," he smiled, holding up his full glass.
"I do," she said, going back to the kitchen.
Bob stared longingly at her smooth, bare legs as she moved across the room. God, how he'd love to ram his cock up into that juicy hole between them.
Instead of the drinks numbing her sexual desires, as she had hoped they would, it was just the opposite. By the time she'd belted down four drinks, she felt hornier than she ever had in her life. Her hot, wet pussy was burning and itching with desire, making it almost impossible to concentrate on the conversation. All she could think about was Charlie's big, gentle hands caressing and stimulating her body as only he could. How she wished her soft body was being held against his hard, naked flesh while she stroked his magnificent cock.
"What are you thinking about?" her husband's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Not much," she answered after a short pause. "Why?"
"You seemed so far away."
"Not really," Diane laughed. "I'm right here with my sweet husband."
Without warning, Bob took her in his arms and covered her mouth with his. Holding her, his hand moved against the soft, bare flesh of her inner thighs. Being in the super horny mood she was in, Diane instinctively reached down and grasped his crotch.
Feeling the hard lump of male cock in his pants sent a delicious tremor through her excited body. In the horny state she was in, Diane no longer cared whether or not it was Bob's prick. At least it was a hard cock.
Nearly drunk and filled with lust, she excitedly tore at his zipper and fly, eager to release the throbbing hunk of hard, swollen meat. Bob had a large cock, and as Diane gently stroked the stiff shaft, she wondered why it never seemed to satisfy her. It was every bit as large as Charlie's, but her husband just didn't know how to use it. She had often tried to encourage and teach him the things that really counted in sex, but she had never really been able to get through to him.
But right now, in her present state of horniness and intoxication, she needed any cock, and Bob's was hard and available.
"God, honey," she whispered as her soft hand slid his foreskin up and down over his blood-engorged cock-head. "Your cock feels so fuckin' good tonight."
"Darling," he suggested in a trembling voice. "Would you like to go upstairs and go to bed."
God, would she like it. But why did he ask her in such a formal way? Why didn't he just tear her clothes off and bang the hell out of her right there on the couch? God how she craved for some excitement in their sex lives, but she had learned not to expect it from dear, sweet Bob.
"Yes, honey," she finally answered. "I'd love to go to bed."
After turning the lights out, they walked up the stairs, Diane gently stroking the stiff cock that was thrusting out from his fly.
"Oh, baby," she whispered, loosening his belt when they entered the bedroom, "are we gonna have fun tonight."
"God, I love you," he sighed when his trousers and shorts dropped around his ankles.
"And I love you," she whispered as she unbuttoned his shirt, "but tonight we're gonna be naughty."
"That's what I want," he laughed.
"Yes, we are," she continued, hoping to arouse him with words. "We're gonna do naughty things to each other like putting your cock in my mouth and lickin' my pussy with your sweet tongue and squirting my cunt full of hot love juice."
When he was naked, Diane quickly removed her blouse and shorts, and sensually crawled on the bed.
"Come on, baby," she giggled, opening her naked thighs, lewdly exposing her juice-drenched slit. "Here's my fuckhole, honey. And it's all yours. Now do something wicked to it."
"Don't worry, honey," he smiled, turning toward the bathroom. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"
Diane almost blew up in a rage when she heard him turn on the shower, but she should have expected it. Not once during their marriage had he failed to shower and powder himself before they fucked. Just once she would like to have him come to her sweaty, his cock smelling a little rancid, and attack her like a fucking animal.
In her intense state of sexual excitement, it seemed like hours before he finally returned from the bathroom, reeking of powder and cologne. Diane was a disappointed that his cock had lost its stiffness.
He hurried across the room and threw himself onto the bed, taking her soft, warm body into his anus.
Reaching down and taking his limp prick between her fingers, she though what a pathetically small prick it was when it wasn't erect. If always amazed Diane that something so soft and small could turn into a beautiful, big, throbbing cock when it was excited.
"Come on," she teased. "What happened to that big hard prick that walked up the stairs with me?"
"The shower temporarily cooled him off," he smiled, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"I'll bet I can wake him up," she giggled, lowering her face toward his groin. She slid his cock into her mouth, his penis resting limply against her moist tongue. With all of the flaccid prick locked in her mouth by her soft lips, she began running her tongue over it, licking it from every angle and paying special attention to the sensitive spots that she'd found on three previous husbands and countless lovers.
After a short time she was rewarded by the excited feeling of his penis swelling and lurching in her mouth. Sucking deeper and faster with each downward stroke, she felt it getting stiffer. It wasn't until he once again had a raging hard-on that she released it from her mouth.
"Jesus," she giggled, raising her head. "You've got a real beauty now."
"I love you, Diane," he gasped, drawing her mouth to his and driving his tongue deeply between her lips. "I do! I love you more than anything else in this world."
"And I love you," she whispered, her excited body crying to be fondled.
Gently taking his free hand, she placed it between her open thighs and inserted the top of his finger into her quivering slit.
"God, it's so soft and juicy," he panted, sliding his finger in and out of the slippery hole. Then, as Diane had expected, he suddenly dropped his head between her legs and buried his face into the warm softness of her moist pubic area.
"Oh, baby," she giggled with delight when his tongue darted out, flicking lightly against her open cuntlips. She loved the way that he always started by teasing her with deliciously light probes. She loved everything about the way he went down on her and, in fact, he did a better job with his tongue than his cock. She had often thought that if his prick was as talented as his tongue, he would be the world's greatest cocksman. She had never found a man whose tongue could reach as far into her cunt as his, or knew as much about using it as he did.
Diane continued writhing with excitement as he lightly teased her sensitive pubic area without actually entering her slit.
"Oooooh!" she squealed when his thick wet tongue darted deeply into her fuckhole. "That's it honey! Eat me, baby, eat me good!"
Moaning in ecstasy, her face rolled from side to side, and her auburn hair flailed around the pillow as he frantically slurped and sucked on her creamy pussy.
Gently grasping the back of her legs, he lifted them over her body until her kneecaps touched her tits, exposing the full, hairy, length of her moist cuntal furrow as well as her puckered asshole.
"Oh, God," she sobbed with delight as she felt his hot, wet tongue probing against her sensitive asshole.
It was pure ecstasy to be lying in that doubled-up position with his tongue washing and licking her quivering asshole. She clutched at the sheets when his tongue suddenly darted into the tight, fleshy ring, sending spasms of delicious sensations through her excited body.
"Jesus Christ," she gasped as her breathing quickened and the muscles of her belly began shuddering with delight.
Removing his tongue from her squirming asshole, he plunged it into her vagina. Her loins began writhing up around his embedded tongue. Mewling little obscenities, her fingers curled into his hair, pushing his face tighter into her juice drenched pussy. Nothing seemed real except the shafts of pleasure that were piercing her flesh like a thousand needles. God, how she wished that her husband could fuck like he could suck. He was thrusting his thick tongue in and out of her slippery cunt, circling the tip around the sensitive shaft of her clit until Diane thought she would lose her mind. She was bucking and writhing under the fantastic assault of his swirling tongue.
Raising her head, she stared in total fascination at his nose and cheeks brushing against her silky, auburn pubic hairs while his tongue slavered around her flaming cunt. She locked her fingers into his hair, trying to pull his lashing tongue even deeper into her steaming fuckhole.
Her heart pounding violently in her chest, she writhed and pressed up against him, feeling an orgasm building in her loins. The sweet agony of him sucking on her vagina was spinning her toward a shattering climax when he suddenly lifted his head.
"No," she shrieked in desperation. "Don't stop, Rob! For Christ's sake, don't stop!"
He just stared at her, completely numbed by her piercing screams.
"Suck you bastard, suck!" she sobbed, trying to push his face back into her tortured cunt.
Finally realizing what was happening, he quickly rammed his mouth against her trembling slit, but it was too late. The magical moment of her climax had escaped her.
"You sonofabitch," she sobbed. "Don't ever do that to me again. I was coming! I was coming! Coming!"
She was numbly aware that Bob was once more licking her lifeless vagina, and, as the frustration of her near-climax receded, she once again felt small tremors of excitement building. She could feel his thick, hot tongue once again plunging through her silky, wet pubic hairs and into the slippery opening between her cuntlips.
"Oh. God," she sobbed, pressing his head down, "eat it, baby, eat me out."
His head was bobbing frantically as his tongue slashed wildly in her squirming, hot pussy. She could feel the tremors searing up through her belly and along her spine as his tongue swirled in her lurching fuckhole. With his head snugly cradled between her soft thighs, Diane's trembling body felt like it was one big, juicy cunt.
Frantically sucking on her slippery slit, Bob thought his cock was going to explode if he didn't soon get it into her body. The thought of his shaft slithering in and out of her juicy, cunt was almost blowing her mind.
Feeling an orgasm once more approaching, Diane began writhing her cunt tighter against his slavering mouth. The sensation of his tongue slithering around her quivering cunt was lifting her to incredible heights of ecstasy. Her impending climax was rushing toward her like a runaway freight train.
Unable to stand it any longer, Bob suddenly removed his mouth, and, frantically grabbing his lurching cock, he aimed it at her gaping, wet slit.
Before Diane could realize what was happening, he'd thrust the full length of his blazing cock into her cunt.
"Oh, God," Diane screamed, grabbing him to slow his fast, violent strokes. Bob always went after her this way, thinking of nothing but quickly firing his load. She clamped her thighs around his waist to try and slow him down, but it was no use. As always, the feeling of her warm, wet cunt caressing his stiff cock made a wild man out of him.
She tried to tell him how much better it would feel if it were done slowly, but her lips were smothered under his excited open mouth. His tongue was wedged deep in her gasping throat, his frantic cock racing in and out with nothing but the wild desire to satisfy his lust in her cringing belly.
Even if she couldn't slow him down, the feel of his cock racing in and out of her fuckhole was beginning to feel good to Diane.
"Oh, God, this feels good," Bob moaned.
"I know, honey," she whispered. "It's supposed to feel good and it would feel a helluva lot better if you'd slow down."
If he heard her, he ignored it as he continued driving into her with machine-gun rapidity. Even though Bob was fucking into her like a frenzied dog, Diane found the sensation exceptionally exciting. Her main concern was that he would come before she reached her own climax. She began humping herself against him, trying to reach a climax before he did.
For the third time tonight, Diane's trembling body was racing toward the orgasm that it so desperately needed. She could feel it coming closer and closer. The incredible ecstasy was almost more than she could bear.
"That's it, baby," she squealed. "Give it to me, honey! I'm almost there! Almost there!"
Slamming her cunt up to meet every thrust of his slashing cock, Diane was more excited than she'd ever been in her life.
"Bang me, darling, bang me!" she sobbed, covering his lips with her hot, open mouth as she dug her nails into his smooth back. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
"God," he gasped, tearing his mouth from hers, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"
"No!" she sobbed, "Not yet, for Christ's sake! Wait for me! Wait for me!"
"I can't," he gasped. "I'm too close."
"You dirty fuckin' bastard," she screamed as she felt his cum gushing into her inflamed fuckhole.
"You filthy pig!"
She frantically clamped her cunt around his squirting cock, thrusting up and down against him, trying to reach a climax. Her trembling body strained to achieve orgasm. She was within a split hair of bridging it when his squirting cock suddenly went limp.
"You dirty, selfish bastard," she sobbed, pounding his chest with her fists, "that's the last fuckin' time you're ever using me. From now on I'm fuckin' real men, not a selfish pig like you."
"Please," he begged. "I couldn't help it."
"Shut up, you filthy asshole," she sobbed. "And get that slimy cock out of me!"
"Diane," he whispered, crawling out from between her legs, his cock making a slurping sound as it plopped out of her cunt. "I love you darling and I couldn't help it."
"That's a crock of shit," she snapped. "You don't even try to hold back. All you want to do is relieve yourself."
"But…"
"Shut up," she shouted. "If you think my cunt is just something to squirt your filthy load into, you can drop dead."
"I'll try to hold back next time," he begged. "I love you so much."
"There won't be a next time for you," she hissed. "The next time a cock enters my cunt, it's going to be a real man's cock, not yours!"
"Diane," he whispered when she'd turned the light out.
"Shut up and go to sleep!" she snapped. "And you better start making plans to get out of here. I'm through with you and your slimy, selfish cock."
Diane was still awake when she heard the key turn in the front-door lock, and was relieved that Robin was home. She always worried when her daughter was out late.
Her body was so nervous and tense from frustration that she couldn't get to sleep. God, how she wished that Charlie Crawford were in town so that he could fill her needs with his big, talented shaft. An hour later, and still unable to sleep, she decided to go downstairs for a glass of milk.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed a light in the den and went to investigate. Looking in, she was dumbfounded to see Robin standing bent over behind a couch, her elbows braced on the back of it. The girl's panties and jeans were around her ankles and Lance Woodward was driving his cock into her cunt from the rear. Clutching the cheeks of her upturned ass, his gleaming cock was slithering in and out of her gold-fringed slit with a smooth, steady rhythm.
"Oh, God, honey," she heard Robin whispering, as she thrust her bare ass back to meet his long, swooping thrusts, "you're the best fucker in the whole world."
Diane stared in complete amazement. She wasn't really shocked to see her daughter indulging in sex. She, herself, hadn't been much older at the time of Robin's birth, and Diane had been fucking around for a couple of years before Robin's dad knocked her up. Because of her own youth, Diane had assumed that her daughter was probably doing the same.
The thing that amazed her was the hardness of Lance's cock and the skill he was using. It was obvious to Diane that the young stud's wet, glistening cock was as hard as tempered steel, but it was the rhythm and sureness of his strokes that completely fascinated her.
Diane could almost feel the pleasure that Robin was experiencing as the magnificent tool swooped in and out of the young girl's pussy. It was one of the most beautiful sights that Diane had ever witnessed. Standing naked by the crack of the door, Diane began fingering her clit to the rhythm of Lance's thrusts.
Finally afraid that she would be discovered, Diane tore away from the erotic scene and tip-toed back upstairs. She quietly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. Sitting on the toilet seat, she spread her thighs, and, thrusting her legs out, began vigorously rubbing her clit with her fingers. Within seconds she exploded into a mild, rather dissatisfying climax.
Returning to her bed, she spent the remainder of the night in a fitful, restless sleep.