Later that afternoon at the office, Bob Clayton was trying to sort a lot of unfilled orders while Robin was helping the two regular file clerks rearrange them. He couldn't understand how he had let the orders get so fouled up. Bob realized he had been upset because of Diane's attitude lately, but he had never let outside problems interfere with his work before. He couldn't understand how he had neglected to put so many orders through the proper channels. He had a splitting headache and because of the scene with Diane last night, he found it almost impossible to concentrate.
"Honey," he said to Robin, "I can't concentrate with the phone ringing constantly and all these people milling around. Let's call it quits for today. Tomorrow is Saturday and I think I can come in and clear it up easier when there's no one else in the building."
"Okay," she smiled. "You're the boss."
"Could you come in and help me tomorrow?" he asked.
"Gee," she sighed, "Lance was going to take me boating, but I can break the date."
"No, honey," he grinned. "I don't want you to do that. I'll manage."
"Bob," she asked nervously when they'd settled in his car, "what's bothering you today?"
"Nothing, honey," he smiled. "Yes there is. Please tell me?"
"It's your mother," the man sighed. "We haven't been getting along very well lately."
"Probably just a lover's spat," she giggled.
"No, honey. She let me know last night that she wanted out of the marriage."
"What!" Robin gasped.
"She thinks we should split up."
"Oh, Bob," she whispered, on the verge of team. "I don't want to lose you. You're like a real father to me."
"And you're like a daughter," he sighed. They drove on in silence.
"Bob," Robin finally asked. "What is the trouble between you and Mom?"
"It's very personal."
"Is it sex?"
"Why do you say that?" he replied, startled by the question.
"That was the trouble with her last marriage," Robin sighed.
"What would you know about that?"
"Well," she answered. "I might be just a kid, but I'm not a dumb kid."
He didn't answer as he drove through a crowded intersection.
"Well?" Robin asked. "Is the problem sex?"
"In a way," he finally answered.
"Can't you work it out like two adults?"
"That's tough," Bob smiled, "when I'm not really sure what the problem is."
"You should enroll in our sex education class in high school," she giggled.
"Do you take a sex-education class?" he asked, feeling somewhat uneasy talking this intimately with her.
"Sure," she giggled. "We learn about everything from marital sex problems to technique."
"Maybe it's technique I need," he laughed, recalling how Diane ridiculed his sexual performances.
They drove the rest of the way home in silence, Bob's mind filled with thoughts of Diane. When they finally turned into the driveway, Robin was surprised to see Lance walking down the path to his car.
"Hi, Lance," she shouted, jumping out of the car and running over to him.
"Hi, Robin," he stammered.
"What are you doing here?" she smiled.
"I just stopped by to see if you're still going boating with me tomorrow," he answered, looking away.
"Sure," she giggled. "Come on in and have a Coke."
"No. I've gotta go."
"But you just got here," Robin laughed. "You're sure acting funny today."
"Don't be silly," he blushed, moving toward the car. "See you tomorrow."
"Lance," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. "Can't we drive out to the river tonight and do a little fuckin'."
"Gee, honey," he stammered. "I don't feel too good this afternoon. I'll see you tomorrow."
Walking up the path to her house, Robin was confused with Lance's strange behavior.
"Hi, Mom," she smiled, walking into the kitchen where her mother was washing the breakfast dishes.
"Hello, baby," Diane smiled, her eyes shining brightly. "Did you have a nice day?"
Robin didn't answer. She just stared at her mother's radiant face. It was the same glow that had enveloped her when she returned from her session in the motel room with Charlie Crawford. Lance's strange behavior, the breakfast dishes in the sink and her mother's flushed, glowing face told Robin the whole story. She didn't need words and pictures to portray what Lance and her mother had been doing. The whole episode was very obvious to the stunned girl.
Leaving the kitchen, she hurried upstairs and threw herself on the bed. The hate she felt for her mother at that moment was the most intense emotion she'd ever experienced. She fully realized that her mother had an insatiable sex drive, but why must she ruin so many lives in her pursuit of sexual fulfillment?
She had taken Lance away from her, and was driving her stepfather away as well. It seemed strange, but Robin was more afraid of losing her stepfather than Lance. She couldn't bear the thought of Bob leaving and her mother taking another strange husband who would exclude Robin from their lives. God, how she wanted her stepfather to stay, but she realized that with her mother's attitude, there was nothing to make him want to stay. If there was only something that would make Bob want to stay. Robin realized that Bob sincerely liked her, but no man could possibly tolerate her mother just to raise a stepdaughter.
Then, an insane thought flashed through Robin's tortured mind. Why shouldn't he stay for his stepdaughter's sake if she gave him the love that he wasn't getting from his wife? As wild as the idea seemed at first, Robin kept thinking about it. Why wouldn't he stay if he could find the sexual warmth with Robin that he had craved so much from her mother? Robin knew that Bob only treated her as a child and daughter, and it would be tough to change the role to mistress. Not once had he ever made any advances or suggestive remarks to her that she could use as a wedge to change her role. It would be difficult to change the father-daughter image to one of lust, but Robin realized that she must.
Robin felt she could probably slowly change the relationship, but time was short. He could be leaving any day, and Robin would have to act quickly or it would be too late. She had to do it now, but how and where could she put her crazy idea into practice?
She suddenly remembered that he'd asked her to help him in the office tomorrow. This would give her the opportunity to spend the day alone with him in the empty building. She knew that no one ever showed up at the office on Saturdays.
Hurrying downstairs, she found her stepfather sitting in the den, staring blankly at the carpet.
"Bob," she grinned, hopping onto the arm of his chair. "Do you still want me to help you tomorrow?"
"Yes, I would like to help," he answered, "but I don't want to keep you away from your boating party."
"It's been called off," she lied. "There's something wrong with Lance's boat."
"I'd certainly appreciate it," he smiled.
"Then it's a deal," she said, kissing him on the cheek, letting her soft lips linger longer than usual.
Running upstairs, Robin quickly dialed Lance's home and his mother answered.
"Hi, Mrs. Woodward. This is Robin. May I speak to Lance?"
"He's taking a nap," his mother replied. "He came home awfully fired this afternoon. Can I take a message?"
"It's real important," Robin continued, knowing that the tired boy had been sucked and fucked out. "I'd appreciate it if you would wake him for me."
After a long wait she heard Lance's sleepy voice. "Lance," she said. "I want to talk to you about your boat."
"What about it?" he asked, annoyed at being disturbed.
"I want you to stick it up your ass," she replied. "What?" he gasped, now wide awake.
"You can stick it up your ass. I'm not going boating with you tomorrow."
"For Christ's sake," he muttered. "I'd planned on it."
"You can make other plans," Robin laughed. "Like what?" he asked, disgruntled. "Like coming over here and fucking my mother! Bob and I will be gone all day," she shouted, slamming the phone down.
Throwing herself back on the bed, Robin began planning her seduction of Bob. It was going to be one hell of a job changing her role from daughter to mistress in one day.
By the next morning, Robin had decided she would wear a dress in place of her usual jeans and T-shirt. Deciding not to wear panties or bra, she slipped a short, mini-dress over her otherwise naked body. After brushing her long, blonde hair until it shimmered like gold, she applied a light touch of lipstick and eye shadow, something she rarely did.
"Well, look at my pretty little girl this morning," Bob said as Robin stepped into the kitchen. "I didn't know you even owned a dress."
"There's lots of things you don't know about me," Robin giggled.
Driving downtown, Bob kept glancing over at the smooth, soft thighs below the hem of her short skirt. He hadn't realized that Robin had such lovely legs, but, of course, she never wore anything but jeans. There was something about the bare flesh of her thighs that vaguely disturbed him. The aroma of her perfume and the light make-up reminded him that she was maturing, and his stepdaughter would some day be a lovely woman. It bothered him that he would never have the opportunity of watching her grow up. Last night he had definitely decided that a divorce from Diane was the only way to solve their problems. It was funny, but he realized that he would miss Robin's warm companionship much more than he'd ever miss her mother. She had been like a real daughter to him for the past two years.
When they arrived at the office, they quickly went to work sorting out and properly filling the back orders. Bob couldn't understand why, but for the first time in his life, he was conscious of Robin's body. His eyes automatically followed her bare thighs when she moved around the spacious office, and he was very aware of her full, soft tits brushing against him when she leaned over his shoulder to pick up orders. He had never realized that Robin had so fully developed.
Robin was pleased with her progress up to this point. She had been aware that he was conscious of her as she moved around the room as sensually as possible. She had turned and bent and stooped to give him every opportunity to look at her lovely, bare legs. She had made certain that her breasts caressed against him every time she reached over his shoulder, and from little facial movements she could tell that he was very much aware of her soft boobs.
"How about a Coke?" she suggested later that morning.
"Fine," he smiled, handing her some change. "The Coke machine is just through the door. It's time we take a break, anyway."
When she returned with the drinks, she sat on his desk, facing his chair. Bracing her hands on the desk behind her, she leaned back and slightly opened her thighs. In this relaxed, innocent position, she realized that her pussy was exposed to him under her short skirt. She was nervously holding her breath, waiting for him to glance up. Robin was wondering what his reaction would be when he saw her juicy, young cunt only inches in front of his eyes.
It was only a few seconds later when he glanced up. An expression of complete shock came over his face. He quickly looked away.
"This is neat to relax for a few minutes," Robin giggled, opening her thighs a bit further.
"Yes, it is," he stammered, trying valiantly to keep his eyes away from her exposed pubic area.
Robin noted with satisfaction that his eyes kept darting back to the erotic sight as he nervously tried to converse. She could see little beads of perspiration forming on his brow. Robin wasn't sure if they were caused by excitement or embarrassment. She was certain that Bob thought she was accidentally displaying herself and was too embarrassed to tell her. Robin began slowly swinging her leg back and forth over the edge of the desk, knowing that the action was faintly opening and closing her wet cuntlips. Even though he kept glancing away, she could tell the gentle movement of her slippery pussy was exciting him.
As much as Bob enjoyed the exciting sight of Robin's pussy, he knew that he should tell her to close her legs, but he was afraid that it would embarrass her to know that he'd seen her cunt. The only alternative was to keep talking and hope that she would soon change her position. He was aware of how naive and innocent the girl was, and he certainly didn't want her to be distressed because of her carelessness.
Taking quick glances between her legs, he could see the soft flesh of her moist cunt nestled in the furry triangle of silken pubic hairs. With her lovely leg swinging gently over the edge of the desk, he could see her warm, slippery cuntal lips faintly opening and closing as little drops of cunt juice oozed through her slit. He was getting a fantastic erection.
Glancing down at him with her wide, innocent eyes, Robin could see the excitement on his face, as well as the big throbbing bulge in his pants. Her plan was working even better than she expected and she knew it was almost time to make the next move.
"Bob," she suddenly asked, subtly arching her hips a bit to provide her cunt more exposure. "As father to daughter, how old should a girl be to have sex?"
"A lot older than you are," he quickly answered, startled by her frank question.
"Why?" she asked innocently.
"Because you're still a kid!" he stammered. "Now let's change the subject."
"But, Bob," she continued. "You're like my dad. If I can't ask you about these things, who can I turn to?"
"Ask your mother."
"She hasn't time for me." She pretended to pout. "Please advise me, Bob. I really need to talk to someone."
"All right, honey," he smiled, touched by her naive plea. "How can I help you?"
"Why am I too young to have sex?"
"You're still only a child," he tried to explain.
"But I'm almost as old as Mom was when she was first married," she giggled.
Staring between her legs at the soft nest of pubic hairs, he suddenly realized that a eighteen-year-old girl wasn't a child any longer.
"Bob," she continued when he didn't answer. "I've been having sex with Lance for the past few months. Is that wrong?"
"You've been having sex with Lance!" he gasped, unable to believe what she'd said.
"Yes."
"Because," she answered slowly, knowing that this was the moment to fully arouse his imagination. "I love the feeling of his big, hard thing slithering in and out of the juicy, little slit."
He was too stunned to speak, and staring numbly between her legs he could vividly imagine a hard, round cock sliding in and out of the slippery little cunt that was only inches from his eyes. His excited prick was lurching wildly in his pants. Her graphic description was blowing his mind.
"There's something so wonderful about a man's thing," she continued. "It's so big and hard, and it feels so good against the softness of my inner flesh."
As if unable to comprehend what was going on, he took his eyes away from her pussy and looked at her lovely, young face. Her sensuous half-closed eyes and her moist, parted lips were not the features of a child.
"Maybe I'm naughty," she whispered, "but I love to feel a man's hands caress and fondle my juicy, little pussy."
From the wild expression on her stepfather's face, the cunning girl knew that the time to strike had come, and she knew that she had to pursue it before his state of excitement diminished.
"And I love to be held in a man's arms," she whispered, sliding off the desk in such a manner that her short skirt was pulled above her hips. Before Bob realized what was happening, Robin had settled herself in his lap, her skirt pulled above her ass.
"Ooooooh, I can feel your big hard cock," she whispered, taking his hand and guiding it up between her thighs until his fingers touched her slippery cunt.
When she felt him pulling his hand away, she forced it back as she writhed her soft ass against his throbbing cock.
"Please play with my pussy for a minute," she whispered, flicking her tongue around his ear.
Bob almost shot his wad when his finger touched the hot, slippery moistness of her fuckhole. No longer able to link this hot sex-pot to his lovely, innocent stepdaughter, he plunged his excited finger deep into her juicy young slit.
"Ooooooh, yes," she whispered. "That's it, honey. Now finger-fuck me good."
Sobbing with ecstasy as his finger plunged in and out of her foamy cunt, she squirmed around on his lap until his fly was within reach. She quickly reached down, and after a bit of a struggle, her hand emerged with his lurching cock grasped tightly in her fist.
This was the only cock she had ever handled with the exception of Lance's. She was quite surprised by the difference in the two male organs. Robin had always assumed that a cock was a cock, with no physical differences, but now she certainly knew differently. Lance's cock was long and smooth, and was as hard as tempered steel, but Bob's prick was gnarly and much, much thicker. Although not quite as hard as Lance's, there was a firm meatiness about it that she found very erotic.
The foreskin that she was sliding back and forth over his big, purple glans was thicker and more rubbery than Lance's smooth, satiny skin.
"Jesus Christ that feels good, Robin," he whispered as he writhed under her in the chair.
"I'm glad," she whispered. "That's the least a girl can do for her sweet daddy."
When they had reached a wild state of excitement, Robin quickly jumped up and pulled the brief dress over her head, exposing her naked body to her stepfather for the first time. Staring at her exquisite body, he fully realized it wasn't the figure of a child.
"Come on, Daddy," she teased, running across the room and lunging onto a huge, velvet couch that ran almost the full length of the wall. "I want to be fucked."
Bob began frantically tearing off his clothes as he watched Robin sensuously fingering her cunt that was so lewdly exposed.
No longer giving a damn if she was his stepdaughter, he quickly crawled between her spread legs. Frantically grasping his cock with one hand, he guided it between her smooth thighs toward its juicy reward.
"Ooooooh, Daddy," she whispered when she felt the massive prick probing her twitching cuntlips. "God, that feels big."
Robin was in a wild state of excitement as she felt his big cockhead stretching her pussy as it tried to gain entrance. His cock was so fucking much thicker than Lance's that she momentarily wondered if she could accommodate it. It felt like her pussy lips were being stretched to the ripping point. Then suddenly, the big mushroom-shaped glans slipped through as her cuntlips closed around his hard shaft.
Once in, the thick cock slithered all the way into the farthest depths of her slippery fuckhole. She had never felt so completely filled with cock in her life and the sensation was incredibly wonderful.
"Oh, Bob," she whispered, pressing her cunt up tightly against him. "I've never felt such a big cock in all my life."
The sensation of her tight, young cunt squeezing his cock was almost blowing his mind. He could hardly wait to fire his excited load into her juicy body. Crazed with desire, he began wildly thrusting his cock in and out of her grasping cunt.
"Honey," she gasped, squeezing her thighs against his waist and pushing at his chest with her hands. "Take it easy, baby. Slow down. I'll be here all day. Let's take it sweet and slow."
Grasping his hips with her hands, she began controlling the tempo of his strokes.
"That's it, Daddy," she whispered into his ear. "Nice and slow and sexy."
The feel of her grasping cuntal walls squeezing and sucking his cock as it moved in and out at a slower speed was driving him wild with excitement. It was the most enjoyable sensation he had ever experienced. The intense pleasure created by the smooth, slow strokes was building to a level of ecstasy that was becoming unbearable. God, how he wanted to shoot her belly full of hot cum. Suddenly, losing his control, he once more began stabbing into her with the speed of a machine gun.
"Jesus Christ!" she gasped, pushing against his chest. "Stop it! Jesus, honey, don't use me to jack-off into. Take it easy."
"I can't stand it any longer!" he moaned. "This is driving me crazy."
"Honey," she whispered, tenderly kissing him. "You need a lesson in sex education, and I'm gonna give it to you."
"Shit!" he shouted, his body trembling with frustration. "I've been fucking all my life and don't need any damned lessons in screwing."
"Do you like fucking me?" she whispered.
"Of course I do," he panted, trying to ram his cock deeper into her soft cunt.
"Then you'll fuck me sweet and slow," she giggled, tenderly kissing his lips. "I want to be loved, not used."
Once more he began sliding his thick, slippery shaft in and out of her creamy, young slit, but at a much slower pace.
"Oooooooh, yes," she mewled, pressing her body up against his. "That's so much better, honey. Jesus Christ that feels so fuckin' good!"
Bob was almost out of his mind with the sweet agony of his cock slithering against the soft, warm tissues of her hot cunt. A million needles of ecstasy were tearing at his shaft as it slid through her juicy inner flesh. He had never experienced such intense pleasure as he was now enjoying as he slowly and rhythmically fucked his wicked stepdaughter.
"Oh, God, honey," she sobbed as his gnarly, thick cock plowed in and out of her young cunt. "It feels so fuckin' good, honey, so fuckin' good!"
Controlling the wild urge to bang her, Bob realized how much more intense the feeling was when he didn't rush it. Never had he experienced such complete rapture. In the past, he had always screwed with only his prick, but for the first time he was fucking with his heart and soul as well as his cock.
"Bob," Robin whispered into his ear a few minutes later. "I'm almost ready to come, honey. Now you can fuck me, baby. Fuck me good!"
With his bursting climax screaming to be released, Bob started thrusting his massive pole into Robin with all his strength.
"That's it, Daddy," she squealed, clutching him tightly. "Bang me, baby, fuck me! Harder, honey, faster! Chriiissst, it's so fuckin' good!"
Furiously slamming his cock in and out of her writhing body, Bob could no longer control himself and, with a final lurching thrust that lifted Robin's ass off the couch, his load of hot cum exploded into her quivering belly.
Robin skyrocketed into her own lurching orgasm as her stepfather's cum continued spewing into her pulsating cunt.
Exhausted, they drifted off to sleep on the big sofa.
When Bob awakened a little later, he was lying on his back. Turning his head, he saw Robin's cum-drenched pussy only inches from his eyes. The girl had squirmed around in her sleep, moving her cunt up close to his face.
His limp cock lurched as he gazed at her adorable pussy, so beautifully displayed. A trickle of his semen was dripping out between her slippery, pink cuntlips. Little beads of cuntal fluid glistened against the soft, pink flesh of her juicy pussy lips. It was the most exciting sight he'd ever seen.
Unable to resist, he probed her soft, open flesh with his finger. His body trembled with excitement as his finger moved up and down the length of the moist, hair-fringed slit. Robin's body writhed in her sleep as his finger lightly fondled her sensitive cunt.
Leaning over, he flicked his tongue against the wet, glistening lips of her half-opened cunt.
"Oh, Bob," she whispered, awakened by the sensation of his hat, wet tongue against her cunt. "That feels so good, honey."
Slipping his cock into her mouth, Robin writhed her excited pussy up against his face. With her mouth swallowing his prick, her luscious, wet cunt slithered against Bob's slobbering lips. Sucking his cock deeply into her mouth, she could feel his tongue sliding up and down in the delicate flesh of her hot, wet cunt.
"Oh, God," she moaned, pushing her wet cunt tightly against his burning mouth while continuing to suck his throbbing cock.
Grasping her soft ass-cheeks, Bob pulled her hot, dripping pussy over on top of his slavering open mouth.
"God," she moaned, grinding her writhing pussy against his excited, upturned face.
Her passionate, hot cunt juices were dripping into his lewdly opened mouth as his tongue greedily lashed against her trembling pussy. His face was glistening with the slippery fluids that were squishing out of her hot, excited slit.
Robin loved the feel of his thick, gnarly cock slithering over her tongue as it plunged toward her throat. Her stepfather's massive prick had a much stronger taste than Lance's, and it was driving her crazy with excitement. She couldn't quite understand why, but Bob's big cock seemed to taste better, too.
With his face buried between her smooth ass-cheeks and his nose pressed against her puckered asshole, he plunged his tongue in and out of her squirming slit.
Excitedly spreading the soft cheeks of her ass with his hands, he slid his tongue out of her cunt and began frantically licking her tight asshole.
"Jesus Christ!" Robin squealed with delight as she suddenly felt his hot, wet tongue swirling around her quivering asshole. "That's it, baby! Jesus Christ, honey, that feels so fuckin' good!"
Crazed with excitement, Bob spread her asshole open with his thumbs and then his tongue suddenly darted into the forbidden opening.
"Eeeaaahhh!" she squealed with gee as she felt his tongue reaming her sensitive ass. "God, Daddy, oh God, how good! How good! How good!"
Bob's body was frantically lurching under Robin's slurping mouth. With every suck, it felt like his balls were being drawn into his throbbing shaft.
"Oh, God, Robin," he gasped as his hands kneaded the soft flesh of her bare bottom while his tongue darted in and out of her tingling asshole.
Her head was bobbing faster and faster as she continued sucking frenziedly on his straining prick. His entire body was jerking and trembling with the sensations being induced by the hot mouth of his cock-crazy stepdaughter. Faster and faster she sucked as she felt him remove his tongue from her ass and slide it back into her cunt.
"Suck, Daddy, suck," she screamed, rotating her cunt down against his slavering mouth. "Faster! Deeper! Oh God, honey, suck! Suck! Suck!"
Her soft, young body was lurching over him as her smooth inner thighs clamped around his face.
"I'm coming, honey!" she screamed. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Her trembling body gave one violent lurch and then collapsed with her stepfather's cock still embedded in her mouth, squirting its thick, hot cum against the back of her throat.
It was late afternoon when they finally locked up the office and started home.
"We sure didn't get much work done," Robin giggled, snuggling up close to her stepfather as he steered the car through the busy traffic.
"And I don't give a damn," he laughed.
"And you're one hell of a fucker since you've learned to slow down and control yourself," she whispered, gently rubbing his cock through his pants.
"What's going to happen now?" he asked. "What do you mean?"
"I'm talking about us," he explained.
"Shit," she giggled. "We'll just fuck and suck the hell out of each other every chance we get."
"How about your mother?"
"I'm not going to worry about her," Robin laughed. "You and I will find plenty of chances to be alone together."
"It sounds pretty exciting," he laughed.
"Are you going to let mother kick you out?" she suddenly asked.
"Hell, no," he laughed. "Not a chance."