Robin and her stepfather found plenty of time to be together when Charlie Crawford returned to town a few days later. Charlie immediately resumed the relationship with Diane that had started the day before he left on his lengthy road trip. Robin's mother found more and more reasons and excuses to leave the house in the evenings. Robin was fully aware of what was going on, and she certainly didn't object since it gave her so much time to enjoy Bob's magnificent body.
Whenever her mother left for the evening, Robin and Bob would hurry up to the girl's room where they'd quickly undress and roll into bed. With every sexual romp, his technique had improved immensely. He had achieved so much self-control that he was always bringing Robin off two or three times before he ejaculated.
Bob now luxuriated in the new fullness of total sex. For the first time in his life he enjoyed the delights of foreplay as well as the ecstasy of prolonging a fuck. He now realized that his climax was the ultimate end to a meaningful experience. In the past, his frantic ejaculations had been his only concern. He was so grateful that Robin had taught him to unselfishly share the ecstasy of sex with his willing fuck-mate.
He was now completely knowledgeable of why Diane had been so disdainful of his sexual performances. He felt he could now give her as much as she could handle, but under the circumstances, there was no way that he could demonstrate his new skills.
Bob was aware that Diane was having a torrid affair with Charlie Crawford, but because of the love and sex he was sharing with little Robin, it didn't bother him as much as it could have. He knew his sexual bumbling had driven her to another man's bed, but he intensely hated Charlie Crawford for invading his home.
If the days were idyllic for Robin and Bob, they were pure hell for Arline Crawford. It had been a long, frustration time for Arline when her husband had been on his extended road trip. Arline's sex drive was as strong, or possibly even stronger, than Diane's. It was through her intense sensuality that she was first attracted to Charlie. After her first sexual encounter with the lusty man, Arline knew that no other person would ever be able to satisfy her. It was because of this strong, sexual attraction that Arline married him shortly after they met.
Fully aware of her husband's insatiable sex needs, Arline had no doubts that he fooled around on his road trips, but she never participated in any extra-marital relationships because she knew she would receive no satisfaction from anyone but her husband.
When he was at home, Charlie always made up for the lonely hours she suffered when he was gone. Their life was one big, beautiful orgy when he was in town.
His return this time had been much different. After their first night of intense screwing, he left the house around noon the next day and didn't return until later that evening. When they retired that night, he calmly informed Arline that he was too fired for sex. The next day was spent in bed, engaging in every form of sex that their lewd minds could imagine. It was the most satisfying day that Arline could remember, but Charlie didn't return the next evening until very late, only to inform her that he was again too tired for sex.
When Arline confronted him about his strange behavior, he admitted that he was seeing Diane Clayton. At first, Arline could hardly believe what he was saying. It seemed incredible that her very best friend was having an affair with her husband.
Arline knew that she should have left him immediately, but she couldn't bear the thought of going through life without her lusty husband. Hoping that the affair would eventually burn itself out, Arline reluctantly accepted the situation rather than lose Charlie.
Stepping from the shower one morning, Arline carefully inspected her nude figure in the full-length mirror. She was a tall woman with firm tits, full hips and a slim, girlish figure. She had an exotically beautiful face with big, smoky grey eyes and long, shimmering black hair that fell down over the flawlessly smooth skin of her shoulders.
She could see nothing wrong with her appearance that would prompt a man to reject her. Arline was certain that she was more than an adequate fuck-mate, yet here she was, horny as hell and her husband pumping his lusty cock into another woman's eager slit. Looking at the dark triangle of silky pubic hairs surrounding her soft, slippery cunt, she excitedly envisioned Charlie's hard cock gliding in and out.
Unable to stand the frustration any longer, Arline decided to go out for lunch and do some shopping. At least it would temporarily take her mind away from her agonizing problems.
Sitting at a secluded table in a dim corner of the restaurant, Arline decided to have a martini before ordering lunch. She had just ordered a second martini when she looked up and saw Bob Clayton standing at her table.
"Hello, Arline," he smiled.
"Hi, Bob," she replied, removing the cocktail glass from her lips.
"Me you expecting someone?"
"No," she stammered, preferring to lunch alone.
"Then may I join you?" he asked.
"Certainly," Arline said, not wanting to offend him. After all, she had spent a lot of pleasant hours in his home. They had always been good friends, but his presence only served to remind her that Charlie was now probably with Bob's wife.
Bob ordered a martini and they were soon enjoying a relaxing conversation. After the lonely days at home, Arline found his company extremely pleasant. Both avoided mentioning their respective mates, neither of them knowing whether the other new about the affair.
Relaxing for the first time in weeks, the distraught couple ordered a third round of martinis. Her mind slightly clouded by the cocktails, Arline was idly studying Bob. Although she had known him for almost two years, this was the first time she had ever really noticed his strong facial features.
She felt a tinge in her pussy when she wondered how he would perform in bed. It was the first time since she had known him that she had ever remotely thought of him in a sexual way. Looking at his firm, gentle mouth, Arline had a strange desire to feel his lips against hers. Maybe it was because her pent-up frustrations mixed with the alcohol, but there was a strange excitement stirring in her loins. She could feel her heart pounding in her breast as she watched the handsome man across the table.
Bob, too, had always considered Arline an exceptionally beautiful woman, but had never thought of her as a sex partner. The only person he had ever really desired was his wife. Watching her smoky grey eyes gazing at him over the rim of her glass, he was vaguely aware of a smoldering flame that hadn't been there earlier. It was almost as if her eyes were sending him a deep, hidden message. He wasn't certain why, but he found the expression in her eyes extremely exciting.
"I wonder what they're doing right now," she suddenly said, lowering the glass from her lips.
"You knew?" he asked.
"Yes, I knew," she smiled. "But I wasn't certain whether you did."
"I've known since the beginning."
"Well," she giggled, slightly tipsy from her drinks, "I guess we're a couple of rejects."
"No, Arline," he smiled. "With your beauty, you could never be called a reject."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked, her smoldering eyes once more looking at him over the rim of her glass.
"I think you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."
"Bob," she asked after a nervous hesitation. "Would you like to take me to bed this afternoon?"
"What!" he gasped.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she giggled.
"God, yes," he spluttered. "When?"
"Right now," she whispered, draining her glass. "I'd rather fuck than eat."
When they arrived at the motel, Bob ordered two martinis sent up to their room. After the drinks arrived, they sat down on a sofa, both feeling a bit self-conscious about their next move.
"Well," she giggled, looking up at him. "Here we are."
Without answering, he drew her soft, warm body into his arms. Their self-consciousness quickly dissolved into passion when she covered his mouth with her moist, parted lips, sensuously entwining their tongues. Warmed by the martinis, she pressed her lush, soft body against his, her tongue slithering in the warm depth of his mouth.
Her loins quivered with excitement as she felt his trembling fingers lowering the zipper on her dress. Removing her arms from the sleeves, the top of her dress dropped into her lap, exposing her amply-filled bra. Within a matter of seconds he undid the snap, letting her luscious breasts spill in front of his approving eyes.
Shivering with delight, she felt his big, tender fingers delicately fondling her cherry-hard nipples.
Lowering his face, he sucked the quivering, hard buds deep into his mouth, and then releasing them, his tongue began licking her tits.
Arching her body to allow him to slip the dress over her hips, she could feel his tongue flicking around her ears, her neck, down to her breasts again and then finally down to her navel. Arline was writhing with excitement as his hand peeled her sheer panty hose down over the soft flesh of her bottom, his finger lightly probing and teasing her puckered asshole. Finally, he expertly removed her wet, flimsy panties.
Her lovely body was spread naked on the sofa when he stood up and quickly removed his own clothes. With his hard cock thrusting out in front of him, Bob picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. Moving onto the bed with her, he cupped her ass in his hand and drew her luscious soft body against his.
Grasping at his throbbing cock, Arline was pleasantly surprised to find it was as big and hard as Charlie's. With a sudden lunge, she lowered her mouth down over his straining cock, flicking her tongue expertly around the underside of his swollen prick.
Bob was going wild at the feel of her juicy, soft lips sucking his cock while her fingers moved up and down the underside of his quivering shaft. He was trembling with the intense excitement when she suddenly released his cock from her mouth and rolled onto her back.
"Please fuck me, Bob," she whispered. "I can't stand it any longer."
Getting up on his knees, Bob stared at her wet, slippery pussy lips nestled in her shimmering, black pubic hairs. Droplets of hot cunt juice glistened on the soft, inner flesh of her open slit.
"Fuck me, baby!" she moaned as he crawled between her trembling legs, his big, angry-looking cock thrusting up from his massive balls. She grasped the luscious, big prick that was slowly advancing toward her fuck-starved cunt.
"OK God, your cock feels good," she whispered, closing her fingers around his big, rubbery glans and guiding it up to her foamy, wet fuckhole. She began trembling with anticipation when she felt his bloated cock probing gently against her hot, slick pussy.
"Oh, sweet baby," she sobbed, grinding herself against the straining cock tat she was guiding between her slippery cuntlips.
When Bob felt her hungry cunt swallowing his cock-head, he thrust it the rest of the way in with one long, swooping motion.
"Oh Christ, that feels good!" she cried, screwing her body up closer against his to better enjoy the bloated prick that was buried in her gasping belly.
Bob began slowly pumping his hard cock in and out of her slippery fuckhole with long, smooth thrusts. He could feel millions of excited flashes of ecstasy racing up and down the length of his shaft as it slithered against the soft smooth ridges of her hot, inner flesh.
"Oh Christ, Bob!" she sobbed as his hard cock, glistening with her slippery cunt juices, slid in and out of her grasping pussy with a teasingly slow rhythm.
Arline was beside herself with ecstasy at finding a cock that was even more exciting than her husband's.
Her lustrous black hair spread over the pillow, her smoldering grey eyes filled with rapture, she clung tightly to her wonderful fuck-mate, grinding her hips up to meet every stroke of his plunging cock. The juicy, open lips of her frothy cunt sucked and grasped at his magnificent shaft.
Bob felt like his big blood-engorged prick would explode from the exquisite sensations induced by her juicy pussy. He could feel his cock swelling bigger and bigger as it slid smoothly against the soft, fleshy ridges of her grasping, sucking cunt muscles. From the way her body was trembling, Bob could tell that she was rapidly approaching an orgasm.
To enhance the pleasure of her climax, he began thrusting deeper and harder into her lurching body. As his massive cock plunged in and out of her sucking, slippery hole, he could feel her hard, hot nipples burning into his flesh as her firm tits rubbed against his chest.
"That's it, honey!" she squealed. "Faster! Fuck me faster!"
Charlie's cock had never felt as good to Arline as this plunging beauty. The ecstasy was almost more than her sex-hungry body could endure.
"Faster, baby, faster!" sobbed Arline, wrapping her lush thighs tighter around his heaving waist, exposing even more of her slippery slit to his pounding assault. She hysterically sunk her teeth and nails into his shoulders as she felt his juice-slicken cock slithering faster against her excited, rock-hard clit.
"Oh fuck, baby, fuck!" she shrieked when the shattering orgasm began to envelop her. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm coming! I'm comiiinnnggg!"
Clinging tightly to him, she felt wave after wave of ecstasy surge through her body.
"Oh, God, honey," she whispered when the climax had passed. "I've never been fucked like that in my life. God, you can fuck!"
"And you're some piece of ass, too," he smiled.
"That's 'cause I love to fuck," she giggled, covering his lips with her hot, open mouth.
At that moment Arline became more aware of the big, hard cock that was still filling her pulsating cunt. In her excitement, she hadn't realized Bob had not ejaculated.
"Jesus Christ!" she giggled, rolling him over on his back. "I'm gonna get another ride."
Straddling his waist with her slippery cunt just above his erect shaft, she leaned forward on her elbows, pressing her luscious titties against his face.
"Suck 'em, baby, lick 'em good," she whispered, slowly lowering her cunt around his hard cock. She could feel his hot glans slowly parting her slippery, wet cuntlips.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, once again feeling his thick prick slithering into her hot, gasping hole. Mewling and whispering little obscenities, she continued lowering herself until his massive cock was embedded all the way up her hot, quivering belly.
"Oh, Bob, sweet Bob," she whispered as he sucked and licked her big, cherry-hard nipples.
She began raising her cunt slowly, feeling every sinew and muscle of his gnarly cock slithering against her sensitive cuntal tissues. Up and down she went on his throbbing cock, her luscious tits and nipples swirling salaciously against Bob's mouth and tongue. Faster and faster she pumped up and down on his big blood-engorged tool. With each downward stroke she let out little squeals of delight as his rigid cock ripped deeper and deeper into her quivering belly. His cock was glistening with the hot cuntal juices that were flowing from her inflamed pussy as she continued slithering up and down over his steel-hard shaft. Wild with lust, Bob was thrusting his hips up to meet every downward stroke of her creamy, hot fuckhole.
"That's it, baby!" she screamed, bouncing harder and faster over his rigid pole. "Fuck, baby fuck! Split me open!"
The room was filled with moans, screams and the sound of hot, naked flesh slapping together.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck!" she screamed, as her body tensed for a mind-blowing orgasm. "Jesus, honey, here it comes! Oh Christ! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Throwing herself across his body, she was writhing in the ecstasy of her second orgasm. God, how her sweet partner could fuck.
While she was still trembling and lurching, Bob rolled her onto her back, his cock still embedded in her cunt. He had controlled himself long enough for her to achieve two mighty orgasms and now he could let himself go and squirt the hot bitch full of cum.
Withdrawing his shaft until only the head remained buried, he drove it back in with wild abandon.
"Eeeggghhh!" she screamed as his flesh-splitting rod ripped violently into her body.
Ignoring her screams, he continued battering his cock into her hot, slippery cunt.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, when she recovered from the shock of the first vicious strokes. "Bang me, baby, bang me good!"
Thrusting his cock in with even more force, his huge balls were slapping noisily against her soft, juice-smeared ass.
"Oh, darling," she moaned, her luscious thighs moving higher around his waist. "Drive, baby, drive! Keep that fuck-machine pounding."
Arline clutched and screamed and moaned as he relentlessly pounded his crazed organ into the depths of her writhing body. Excited at the thought of squirting his cum into her cunt, Bob began thrusting harder and harder. Her slippery bottom was being lifted off the bed with every blow from his raging cock.
Arline was almost out of her mind with excitement. After the past frustrating weeks with Charlie, she was once more alive and enjoying every lust-filled second of the fucking she was getting. Mewling incessantly beneath his pounding body, she was frantically throwing her hips up to meet every thrust of his hard plunging prick. Grasping his ass, she pulled him tighter against her, screwing her cunt up to take the full length of his glorious cock. The swollen lips of her frothy cunt sucked and grasped at the base of his cock, trying to get more and more of it into her inflamed pussy.
"Oh, God, Bob!" she sobbed, "I'm gonna come, baby! Give it to me, honey! Give it to me good!"
"Don't worry, baby," he gasped, rearing back and driving his cock in with a renewed violence. "You're gonna get it! You're gonna get the biggest fuckin' load you've ever had!"
Her distorted lips drawn back over her teeth, her smoky grey eyes staring at the ceiling, Arline was lurching in wild anticipation of his hot cum gushing into her trembling pussy.
"Jesus Christ!" she screamed when the hot juice began squirting into her fuckhole, triggering her third consecutive orgasm. "I'm coming, honey! I'm coming again!"
Crazed with excitement, Bob kept thrusting as he pumped squirt after squirt of the white, hot cum into her cunt.
"Oh, sweet baby," Arline sobbed, feeling his wonderful sperm juice filling her trembling body. When the last drop of cum had dribbled out of his cock, Bob rolled onto his back, his prick making a loud, slurping sound as it slid out of her juice-drenched fuckhole.
"Oh, Bob, honey!" she sobbed. "I've never been fucked like that in my life! Jesus Christ, sweet baby, you're the greatest fucker in the world!"
"It takes two to fuck," he grinned. "And that hot, little pussy of yours is a real snapper."
"Am I gonna get fucked again this afternoon?" she asked in a wistful voice.
"God, yes," he promised. "Now that I've shot my first load, we can get down to some serious fucking."
"Good," she giggled, crawling down to insert his wet, limp prick in her mouth. "I guess I'd better pump him up again."