Although Robin and her stepfather were enjoying a fabulous sex life, the girl realized how much Bob missed his wife's company. Because of her total involvement with Charlie Crawford and her complete disdain for Bob, Diane seldom spoke to her husband. She no longer pretended not to be having an affair, and actually flaunted Charlie's sexual skills in her husband's face. As time passed, Robin's hatred for Charlie Crawford intensified. She knew that her mother would be driven out of her mind by Bob's new-found sex techniques, but as long as she rejected him for Charlie Crawford, there was no chance of her ever experiencing them.
One evening Robin was sprawled on a soft in the den. She hadn't bothered to turn on any lights because she was enjoying the soft twilight seeping through the open windows. The phone rang and shattered the tranquility. Before she could answer it, her mother stepped into the den and picked up the phone.
"Hello," she whispered. "Oh, hi, Charlie. I miss you so much."
Robin could hear Charlie's muffled voice on the other end of the line.
"Jesus, darling, I'd love to spend the weekend at the beach with you," Diane whispered, her voice filled with excitement.
There was a pause.
"Shit," she laughed. "Don't worry about that big oaf. It's none of his fuckin' business what I…"
Another pause.
"You naughty man," she giggled. "When you say things like that it makes my little pussy all soft and gooey."
There was another long pause on the other end of the line.
"That's a good idea," she said. "I can meet you in the supermarket parking lot. I'll leave my car there and ride down the coast with you."
Robin could hear her mother giggling while Charlie spoke.
"God, you make me horny when you talk like that," she whispered. "And I can't wait to suck your big tom-tom, too. Okay sweet fucker, I'll meet you there tomorrow at two-thirty. Oh, by the way, I saw a lawyer today about filing for a divorce."
There was another pause and then her mother whispered a sweet good night and hung up.
Robin was trembling with both anger and fear when her mother left the room.
She realized that if her mother was really planning to divorce Bob, the affair had to be broken up before it was too late. It was then that a wild idea flashed through her jumbled thoughts. If she could seduce her conservative stepfather, why couldn't she do the same to a lecherous fool like Charlie Crawford? The more she thought about it, the better she liked the idea. Having seen her mother sucking his huge prick on the patio that night, Robin decided that seducing Charlie might be quite pleasant.
The next morning, Robin slipped into a pair of tight shorts and an extremely loose halter that practically revealed her big luscious nipples. She had a devious plan, and knew it would have to work perfectly. The stakes were too high to take a chance on anything going wrong.
Around one-thirty that afternoon, while her mother was taking a shower, Robin took the car keys from Diane's purse and hid them behind a hedge in the garden.
"Mom," Robin said when she emerged from the shower, "I'm going over to Becky's for a little while. See you later."
"Robin," her mother stammered. "I'll be gone when you get back. I'm going away for the weekend."
"Where?"
"Just away," she answered.
"Who with?"
"A friend," her mother replied. "You can tell Bob that I'll be back Sunday evening."
"Okay," Robin said, lightly kissing her mother on the cheek and rushing out the door. She hoped that Charlie Crawford would be there early. Robin knew that the missing keys wouldn't delay her mother too long – when she found them missing she would call a taxi – but it would hold her up long enough for Robin to put her plan in action.
Robin was relieved to see Charlie Crawford sitting in his car when she arrived at the supermarket parking lot.
"Hi, Mr. Crawford," she smiled, opening the door and jumping into the empty passenger seat.
"H-hello, Robin," he nervously stammered, shocked at seeing Diane's pretty, young daughter. "What are you doing here?"
"Mother asked me to stop and tell you that she can't keep her appointment today," she smiled, leaning forward to give him a good view of the deep cleavage between her big firm tits.
"Why?"
"She had to go out of town with my stepfather and she said that she'd explain when she got back."
"Where did they go?" he asked, unable to believe what he was hearing.
"Heck, I don't know," the girl answered. "They left about an bout ago."
Charlie just sat in a stunned silence.
"Mr. Crawford," Robin asked, anxious to get him away from the parking lot before her mother arrived, "would you mind driving me over to the tennis courts?"
"I guess not," he said, still stunned by the strange turn of events.
Starting the car, he slowly drove away from the supermarket.
"Oh, yes," she giggled when he stopped for a traffic signal. "I don't know what she meant, but she told me to tell you that she'll miss your tom-tom."
Charlie smiled knowingly.
"I don't know what a tom-tom is," she laughed. "But it sounds sort of naughty."
Charlie didn't explain.
"I'll bet she calls your thing a tom-tom," Robin suddenly giggled, realizing that she had to quickly turn the conversation to sex. "I call Lance's prick my lollipop."
He stared with shock at the girl, startled to hear her lewd words.
"I call his prick a lollipop 'cause I love sucking it," she continued.
Looking dumbfounded at the girl, he suddenly realized that those soft, smooth thighs and big, full tits weren't those of a child.
"I didn't realize that you were that experienced," he stammered, his eyes focused on her fingernails lightly tracing up and down her thigh.
"How often do you fool around?"
"As often as I can," she giggled. "I love to play with a boy's cock. It feels so good to touch, you know, all hard and hot in my hands."
There was something about Robin's shameless conversation that excited Charlie. His cock was beginning to throb at the thought of being jacked-off by the pretty young girl.
"Don't you enjoy it when women play with your thing?"
"Yes, I suppose I do," he grinned.
"See," she giggled. "And I know you like being sucked-off."
"How do you know that?" he laughed, getting more excited every minute.
"I saw Mom give you a blow job on our patio one night," she smiled, glancing at him with teasing eyes. "I was sitting on the lawn and you were both too horny to see me."
He stared at her with shock, vividly recalling the night of the Claytons' party.
"And you sure have a beautiful, big cock," she giggled. "It's a helluva lot bigger than any of the kids I know."
"Doesn't Lance have a big one?" he asked, his cock throbbing excitedly in his pants.
"Sure he has," she laughed, lightly resting her hand on that big bulge in his pants, "but not like this big tom-tom."
His body tensed with excitement when the hand touched his swollen prick.
"Mr. Crawford," she asked, pressing her bare thigh against his leg. "Would you let me suck your cock?"
"What?" he gasped, startled by her frank question.
"May I suck you off?" she repeated, gently squeezing his lurching organ. "I've never tasted a big cock like yours."
His mind was, reeling at the thought of his hard prick slithering in and out of her young, lewd lips. The prospect of firing a load into her soft, sucking mouth was mind-boggling.
"Where can we go?" he asked.
"Take me to some hotel out on the highway," she whispered, massaging his lurching lump more rapidly. "I've never been in a real motel room with a man."
Charlie hesitated, wondering how it would look for a middle-aged man to check into a motel with a teen-ager wearing nothing but brief shorts and a halter.
"Oh please," she begged. "I'll slip out of the car when no one is looking."
"No," he grinned. "Let's drive down by the lake."
"Okay," she giggled. "Take me anywhere as long as you promise to squirt my mouth full of fuck-juice."
"Don't worry, honey," he smiled, turning the car around, "I promise you a nice, big mouthful."
When they arrived at the lake, he parked the car in a secluded area surrounded by a dense grove of trees.
"Gee, this is neat," she giggled, calmly unfastening her halter and taking it off. Charlie Crawford stared in awe as her luscious big boobs spilled out in front of his eyes. He hadn't seen such youthful firmness in years. The soft, pinkness of her big areolas was a delicious contrast to the creamy, white softness of her breasts. Her cherry-hard nipples were bursting out like blossoming buds.
"Like my titties?" she giggled, pleased at the way he was staring at them. "They're all tingly with excitement."
"My God!" he gasped, licking his dry lips.
"Wait 'til you see what else I have," she smiled, arching her hips up and sliding her shorts down over her ass.
Charlie's eyes were immediately drawn to the little triangle of wispy, golden pubic hairs.
"See," she giggled. "Isn't that a cute, little pussy?"
"It certainly is," he stammered.
"And it's horny as hell," she whispered, parting the soft lips with her fingers, exposing the juicy, inner flesh of her quivering slit.
Never had anyone ever excited Charlie as much as this teen-aged nymph. Not only was she young and beautiful, but there was something about her sexual frankness that aroused him.
"Okay, Mr. Crawford," she giggled. "Take your clothes off, every stitch."
Charlie stepped out and quickly disrobed by the side of the car, tossing his clothes onto the back seat. A tinge rippled through Robin's pussy when he dropped his shorts exposing his big, hard cock as it thrust up from his massive balls.
"Jesus, that's a beauty!" she exclaimed when he crawled back into the car.
Frantically clutching at the girl, Charlie drew her soft, naked body into his arms, covering her parted lips with his trembling mouth. Her warm flesh burned against his skin.
"Oooooh, that feels good," she giggled as his fingers traveled across her erect nipples.
Robin gently wrapped her fingers around his lurching cock. She stared with fascination at the big, hard prick she was clutching in her hand. The rubbery, hard shaft throbbed in her clenched fingers. The big, shining cock-head looked like it was ready to explode as she felt the blood surging through the distended veins just beneath the tight skin.
Leaning over, she darted her tongue against the hole at the top of his big, angry-looking glans, the hole that would soon be squirting cum into her eager mouth.
Holding the stiff shaft in her hand, she began licking it as if it were an ice cream cone. She could feel Charlie lurching beneath her as she gently bathed his cock with her hot spit.
Dropping to her knees, she opened her mouth wide and lowered her slippery, hot lips down over his big, delicious cock-head.
"Oh God," he moaned looking at the beautiful mass of long, golden hair swirling above his cock.
"Jesus, your cock tastes good," she whispered up to him between sucks and gulps.
Charlie was almost out of his mind with excitement as Robin continued working her hungry mouth up and down his pleasure-crazed cock. Every time his cock-head nudged against the back of her throat, he could feel her slippery tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock. Charlie was lurching all over the seat as her tongue slithered over every nerve of his spit drenched shaft. Her grasping lips seemed to be sucking the very core out of his bloated prick. He couldn't believe that he was getting this fantastic blow-job from a fucking high school kid.
"D'ya like it, baby?" she whispered, momentarily removing her mouth from his prick. "Do you like my naughty little mouth suckin' your cock?"
"Oh Christ, Robin," he sobbed. "Please don't stop, honey! Please don't stop!"
"Okay," she giggled, "But do you like fuckin' my hot, little mouth?"
"Yes, honey, yes!" he gasped.
"Are you gonna squirt it full of jizz?" she teased.
"Yes," he blurted. "But, for Christ's sake, keep suckin'!"
Her passionate, cock-hungry mouth began working faster and deeper over his throbbing prick. Almost insane with ecstasy, Charlie stared down through glazed eyes at the lovely, bobbing head, her long blonde hair flying wildly around her excited, flushed face.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," he sobbed, feeling her soft hand slide beneath his balls, gently massaging them while one finger lewdly probed into his tight, sensitive asshole. Her mouth was now moving faster, taking his glistening cock deeper and deeper into her throat. His lusty balls were swollen with sperm juice, screaming for release. It was more than he could stand when he felt the full length slither up his slippery asshole.
"Oh, God!" he screamed, grabbing her hair and shoving her mouth down tighter around his lurching cock.
With a wild thrust, he sent a torrent of hot cum squirting into her eager mouth. It continued pouring into her throat, and no matter how fast she swallowed, it was oozing out of the corner of her lips as they clamped around his lurching shaft.
"Oh, Christ!" he shuddered as Robin sucked and swallowed the last drops from his slowly shrinking cock.
"Did you like that?" she whispered, licking gobs of cum from her lips.
"God, yes!" he panted. "Where did you learn to suck like that?"
"Easy," she giggled. "I'm a little natural born cock-sucker."
They sat talking for the next half hour, her body snuggled in his arms.
"Well, Mr. Crawford," she giggled when his prick began swelling in her hand again. "I'm ready to fuck."
She saw a reluctant expression in his face and knew he was hesitant because of her age.
"Listen, baby," she whispered as she stroked his hard shaft. "If I'm old enough to suck, I'm old enough to fuck."
She straddled Charlie's waist and slowly lowered her cunt toward his throbbing shaft. Still clutching the base of his cock, she guided it into the slippery opening.
The sensation of Robin's hot cunt sliding salaciously down over his stiff cock, and her soft tits pressing against his face, sent flames of passion searing through his loins. Opening his lips, Charlie drew a rock-hard nipple into his hot, sucking mouth.
"Oh, honey, it's so fuckin' hard and good," she whispered, as she continued lowering her slippery cunt, taking more and more of his massive cock into her grasping fuckhole. When the length of his big prick had slid through her lust-crazed slit, she could feel his big, blood-bloated glans probing the hot depths of her quivering cunt.
"Oh, God, Mr. Crawford," she whispered, swirling her cunt around his cock. "This feels so fuckin' good."
Gently grasping Robin's ass, Charlie began jerking her up and down over his rigid cock. She squealed with delight as the big cock slithered in and out against the sensitive inner flesh of her cock-stretched cunt. She could see his juice drenched cock sliding in and out of her hot, grasping slit. With each stroke, she could see and hear her hot, swollen cuntlips rubbing against his glistening, wet shaft.
As his cock disappeared in her juicy pussy, Charlie bounced Robin faster and faster around his throbbing tool. As if hypnotized, he stared at the hot juices squishing out of her cunt and running down his glistening shaft.
With a wild contorted expression and her long, blonde hair flying wildly from side to side, Robin stared at Charlie as they plummeted closer and closer to nature's ultimate thrill.
"Oh, fuck, baby, fuck!" she cried covering his lips with her hot, open mouth.
His plunging, burning cock had set her sex-crazed body on fire as their ecstasy reached a height almost beyond human endurance.
Suddenly feeling his hot cunt squirting into her inflamed fuckhole, she exploded into a screaming, lurching orgasm.
"Ooooooh, honey!" she screamed, frantically clutching him. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh shiiitt, baby, I'm commmiiinnnggg!"
Still straddling his slowly shrinking cock, she writhed and trembled for several moments until the overpowering climax began to recede.
"Oh, honey," she whispered, playfully nibbling on his ear. "That was the best fuck I've ever had."