Robin Birks was sitting on the vanity bench in front of the mirror, brushing at her long ash-blonde hair. It was Friday night and she had turned off the T.V. in disgust, deciding she would retire instead and read a sexy novel she had picked up at the newsstand earlier in the day.
Tomorrow night she was going to visit Bill and Joan Allingham, and a little jolt of passion quivered momentarily in her cunt. Sex had become so natural and open between the Allinghams and Scott and herself, that it was one thing she and Scott would miss most when they moved to Los Angeles.
She put her head on the other side and continued brushing, her eyes going to the pair of firm, round tits which were clearly visible through the flimsy little nightie she was wearing.
Robin was still brushing thoughtfully at her hair when she heard the front door close and Donna's footsteps down the hall. A moment later and her door opened as Donna stuck her head in.
"Hi, Robin! Going to bed early?"
"Come on in," said Robin, patting the edge of the vanity bench, and noticing for the first time how flushed and disheveled the teenager looked. She immediately looked concerned, and put the brush by the vanity mirror. "Darling! Is anything the matter?"
Donna brushed at her hair with her hand. "Not really," she said, without conviction, as she joined Robin on the bench. "We got a little steamed up from necking in the car, that's all." She pressed her hands down the front of the white mini-dress as she tried to get rid of the wrinkles.
Robin gave a short laugh. "Well, that's normal, isn't it?"
"Not this time. Derek was really wound up."
Robin put an arm around the girl's shoulder. "Well, we've all gone through a night like that," she said sympathetically. For almost a year she'd been trying to figure out whether Donna had been screwed or not. The teenager's reluctance to come right out and tell her frustrated Robin, who had always tried to have an easy-going relationship with the two children as far as sex was concerned. "Tell me all about it and maybe I can help." She brought her other hand up without thinking and placed it gently on Donna's thrusting young tit.
Donna shivered and said nothing for a moment. She was trying to decide whether or not she could come right out and talk about it with Robin. She decided she would and gave a long sigh, Robin's gently moving fingers on the front of her thin dress making the sensational streaks of ecstasy course through her boobs once more.
"There, there," murmured Robin, trying to give the young girl confidence and at the same time hide her own impatience. "Tell me all about it."
"Well, we went to Hogan Lake as usual to fool around."
"Uh-huh…" Robin had unzipped the girl's dress and was slipping it off her shoulders until it fell to her waist. She put one hand back to stroking Donna's neck beneath the long sheath of black hair, and the other to tease and fondle the firm tit which was now clearly visible as it nestled in the frothy little bra.
Donna was having difficulty going on.
"Then what happened?" asked Robin, now almost beside herself with impending anticipation.
"Well, we started feeling each other up a little as usual, kissing and so on."
Robin was becoming more impatient with the lack of details. "He was feeling your beautiful tits, was he?" She had never been particularly impressed with the boy who seemed almost too lazy to do anything very well.
"Yes, and we were kissing. Then I… well… I… I started to feel his…"
"Cock?"
Donna swallowed hard and wished she had never agreed to relate the story. "Yes, his… his cock."
"Did you take it out or just feel it through his pants?"
"After a while I took it out."
"That felt better, didn't it?" Donna's tit had showed a definite response and was firming up with the pouting young nipple budding suddenly to press at the skimpy bra. She ran her fingers over the top of the small bulge.
"Yes, but I got so excited tonight." She sighed as if she was annoyed at herself. "And of course I got him far too excited. I mean, I just had to really feel his… his cock tonight. I just had to and I even helped him take his slacks well down so that I could use both hands."
Robin was finding it increasingly difficult to hide her own enthusiasm. Quite obviously Donna had never been screwed and she was anxious to know if tonight she had lost her cherry. "This was the first time you'd felt his balls, was it?"
"Yes, and – oh, God, Robin!" She rested her head suddenly on Robin's shoulder, the coursing little thrills in her tits unbearable as Robin started fluttering her fingertips back and forth over each one in turn.
"Well, of course you'd found a secret, that's all," said Robin soothingly. "Men love to have their balls fondled while you rub their cocks. You just have to do it very slowly and teasingly to make it very effective."
"Yes. Well, Derek never gets angry or anything like that, and I had to let him open my dress like it is now. But then he had to have my tits out and play with them and I thought I'd go insane. I mean, we've fooled around before, but tonight he was so horny and I found myself wanting him like I've never wanted a guy before."
Robin sighed with relief now that the news was out. "You know," she said softly, watching her hand caress a tit which showed signs of bursting over the top of the shallow bra, "I wish you'd been more open with me before. I could have prepared you for tonight and you would have enjoyed it. As it is, the only good thing about it is the fact we were smart enough to have you on the Pill." She couldn't stand it any longer, and she eased the beautiful young tit out and pulled tenderly on the excited nipple.
"I can see that now, Robin, but you've no idea how wonderful it is to have you here and now." She was starting to breathe more heavily, and she turned her face towards her stepmother and lifted it. A moment later and she was working her warm, moist lips against Robin's, her tits ecstatic as Robin unclasped the bra and let it join the dress around her waist. "Mnnn… that's marvelous," she whispered as their mouths parted.
"As good as Derek, when he did it?"
"More so. You have wonderful hands."
"That's because a woman knows how."
"Jeez, but it's unbelievable."
"Are you going to tell me what happened next?"
Donna had closed her eyes, a look of contentment on her pretty face. "Well, then he asked if he could fuck. I should have stopped playing with his cock, but it felt so wonderful I couldn't believe it. The next thing I knew, he had his hand inside my panty brief and I thought I'd die. I mean, I even opened my legs so he could put a finger right inside."
"He'd be excited by then."
"I know. His cock was so hard and straining I thought I'd die."
"You should have sucked it if you didn't want him to fuck."
Donna opened her eyes and stared at Robin, a strange look on her face. "Could I?" she asked questioningly. "I mean, is it all right to suck a boy's cock? I know other girls who do, but I don't know. I never really knew if it was okay or not. I mean, it sounds dirty and it doesn't sound like something a nice girl would do."
Robin lifted the firm young tits and squeezed them gently, now that Donna had turned and was facing her. "It's not dirty it's very exciting, mind you, for both you and the boy. And of course you don't do it to anyone unless you really like him, or, in your case tonight, you could have done it to unexcite him, if you know what I mean."
Donna nodded thoughtfully. Her tits were like blazing torches, the constant brushing of her vibrant young nipples almost driving her insane. "Do you… well… do you suck Daddy's cock, Robin?"
Robin looked at the girl, startled. It was one thing listening to Donna's sexy confession, but she wasn't sure she wanted to do her share of confessing. She lifted and kneaded the excited tits, their exquisite softness bringing a screaming urge into her own tits so that the fully ripened nipples appeared to burst through the gauzy material of her nightie. She took a deep breath. "Yes, Donna," she said softly, as if explaining how she did her housework. "Sometimes I do, and we enjoy it very much." She watched the smoldering look in the girl's eyes and she leaned forward to brush her lips against Donna's mouth. "It is much more difficult with a fully matured man, of course. It's something you learn from experience."
Donna stared almost blankly into Robin's eyes. She was trying to imagine how big her father's cock would be. That was obviously what Robin meant when she said it was more difficult with a fully matured man. She'd read somewhere that the average cock was about eight inches long, and she wondered if her father's was better than average, or smaller. He was six feet, she reasoned through the turmoil in her mind as Robin continued to tease her tits in the most devastating way possible, so he must have at least an eight-inch cock and possibly much bigger. She shivered ecstatically and moved her mouth to Robin's once more.
This time when they broke away, Robin said, "And then what happened tonight? When Derek became so excited?"
"Well, he wanted to fuck, and I guess so did I."
"This was inside the car, was it?"
"Oh, yes. It had to be the front seat, too. Derek's car doesn't have a back seat."
"That's too bad." She was trying to visualize the twisting arms and legs as each of the teenagers tried to get a better feel. It brought back memories of similar experiences of her own, although she'd never gotten fucked in the front seat and she could imagine the frustration.
"Anyway, I finished up with my head against the door and my hand on the steering column. I couldn't seem to get my leg out of the way, and Derek was wild by then." She looked down to where her navel was just showing above her rumpled dress. "I actually think he came on my stomach." She ran her hand down and inside her dress. "I think he did," she went on almost dreamily, "he was spurting and cursing while he tried to stretch out on top."
Robin stopped fondling the swollen young tits. "Stand up for a moment, darling, and we'll have a look." She waited until Donna was standing alongside her. Then she pried the dress and the girl's bikini-styled panties over the shapely hips and down to the teenager's feet, watching as Donna stepped out of them. She ran her hand flatly over the soft round belly before edging it over the thin crop of luscious black pussy hair. Donna parted her thighs as her stepmother's fingers moved into the warm, moist heat of her beautiful crotch. "Beautiful," whispered Robin, her own excitement reaching new heights as the exquisite softness of the girl's skin was transmitted through her fingertips.
Donna could no longer control her taut raw nerves. She clenched her fists and put back her head, the long black hair cascading down the length of her back to where her firmly rounded ass started its outward curve and was divided into the twin cheeks. "God, Robin, you're driving me crazy!"
Robin was too busy running her finger just inside the clinging little slit from which was oozing a dribble of juice. She presumed it was juice the boy had aroused in his attempt to enter the girl's beautiful cunt. "Did it feel like this when he fucked?" she asked, keeping her voice soft so as not to put the teenager off. She moved her finger in and out of Donna's hole to the first knuckle.
But Donna's body was already reduced to an uncontrollable mass of quivering flesh. She flipped her hips and managed to get another inch of the teasing finger inside her cunt. "God, yes! Like that." She worked her hips as Robin merely held her forefinger in place, so that the hot little cuntlips were constantly grasping at an inch of the stubborn prod.
Now Robin could no longer stand the waiting either. "Let's move to the bed," she suggested, standing up and putting an arm around Donna's slim waist.
When the beautiful teenager was stretched out before her, Robin climbed up and half knelt alongside the perfect body. She molded both hands over the towering young tits with their dusky tipped nipples already fully blossomed. "How's that?" she asked softly, the exquisite smoothness of the straining tits bringing a mini-orgasm to burst in her own cunt. Joan Allingham and she often massaged each other during an afternoon when there was nothing else to do.
"Marvelous," groaned Donna, unable to believe such fantastic feelings could ever be endured. She shivered momentarily as her stepmother ran one hand down over the plane of her belly, combing with her fingernails through the lush triangle of pussy hair. Then with a cry she parted her legs, welcoming the way the marvelous fingers gathered around her pulsing cuntlips and tugged and pulled on them gently so that she was almost out of her mind. "Yes. Oh, God… yes." Again that prong was inside her hole, teasing and stroking and never quite satisfying her.
"I think he probably only got in this far," whispered Robin, her eyes taking in the fascinating way Donna's hips gave that querulous little flip each time she inserted her finger. The teenager's clit was springing like a jumping bean each time her finger brushed it to and fro.
"Yes… yes… like that."
"And I don't think he satisfied you."
"God! It was nothing like this, believe me."
Neither were aware of Steve's approach until he was standing by the bed.
"Steve!" gasped Robin, startled at the sight of the young boy as he stood, fascinated with the scene unfolding before him. "How long have you been here?" She moved her hand from Donna's cunt, but for some reason kept on massaging the upthrust tits.
"I couldn't sleep and I heard you talking." His eyes were glued to his sister's towering tits.
Donna appeared to be in too much of a daze to notice or realize what was happening. Her entire body was shaking under the persistent squeezing of her tits, and her head was flailing from side to side, her hair hopelessly tangled and crisscrossing her face. "Oh, God!" she gasped, aware now that her younger brother's presence was somehow adding to her total collapse.
Robin watched the boy's eyes as they took in the shapely body of his sister. "Would you like to help?" she asked quietly, noting the sudden flickers across his eyes. She lifted one hand and reached for his, bringing it back and placing it on the pyramid of excited tit and closing the boy's fingers around the thrusting cone. "Isn't that nice?" she murmured as Donna groaned out loud and started gasping for air. "I bet that's making you excited."
The boy gave a soft whimper as his fingers sank into the firm but yielding flesh. He was dimly aware that Robin was moving her free hand to the front of his pajamas, and then the excruciating warmth and excitement of her fingers on his cock sent wild streaks of lust coursing all through his loins.
"Jeez!" he croaked, bringing up his other hand and running it over Donna's quivering belly. "Oh, yes, p-please," he stammered as Robin obligingly moved her other hand so that now he had both of the towering tits to play with.
"Yes, you are excited, darling." Robin had pulled the stiff little prick out of its hiding place. "See, Donna?" she said very softly. "Isn't it a darling little cock, and growing so big?" She had made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, running it to the base so that the boy was thrusting.
Donna was trying to focus her mind and her eyes on what was happening. When she did finally turn and saw the stiff little prong held securely in Robin's fingers, she gave a little cry. "Jesus!" she whispered, unable to believe the fantastic beauty of the little prick as it strained and stretched and already gleamed with fresh cum. Then she held out her hand, clasping the sticky shaft and feeling the pulsing warmth. "God, but it's beautiful," she murmured, her eyes wide and glued to the throbbing pecker. It was about four inches long and not quite as thick as Derek's had been. "It's beautiful."
If Robin was excited before, she was now almost ready to pass out. She withdrew her fingers from the boy's cock, reached under to the little sac of balls, pulling on them gently and squeezing them so that the cock in Donna's hand appeared to reach all the more.
"That's it, rub it very gently," Robin said, reaching for Donna's hand and loosening the fingers which were grasping the straining prick. "That's it, nice and loose and slow, teasing strokes to make him ready to fuck."
The moment she said the wow, the boy's hips started pushing.
"Oh, but it's a darling," whispered Donna. Quite often, lately, she had been tempted to try to feel Steve's cock. It would have been so easy to fondle and play with it, whereas boys at school and on dates never let you have a good look at their cocks, or the opportunity to play with them thoroughly. She turned on her side, ignoring the weird sound which burst from her brother's throat as her swollen tits hung invitingly nearer for his quivering hands. "Let me," she groaned, reaching with her other hand until Robin had released the boy's hard little balls, and left them for Donna to play with. "Oh, my God, but aren't they fantastic?"
Robin choked back a groan of her own. "Very gently, dear. Little squeezes and then a little pressure back. That's it! See how the head is bared and pointed when you push back his balls?"
"Marvelous."
Robin put her hand on the boy's waist and pushed at his pajamas. She had to take his cock from Donna who moaned with disappointment, until it was back in her hand. Then she slid the pajamas to his feet where he obediently stepped out of them. "That's better," she whispered as she watched Donna again rubbing the steaming little prong and fondling the clump of miniature balls. "Would you like to give it a little suck?" she asked, keeping her voice barely above a whisper as she put one hand on the girl's back and the other over the boy's squirming, young ass. As Donna hesitated, but almost naturally ran her tongue across her lips, she added, "A wonderful opportunity to learn, darling, and he gets so excited when you suck his cock."
Donna didn't notice what Robin had said. She was much too fascinated with the way the sliver of cock was jerking as she eased back the little balls and fanned her fingertips along the slippery stem. The cock had practically no head and consequently no ridge, but just then a little bubble of fresh cum oozed out the eye which up to now had been appearing to wink at her. "Oh, he's so excited." The pressure of Robin's hand behind her shoulders had increased, making it easier for her to move to the edge of the bed and nearer the pulsing little prick.
"Open your teeth so that only those full sensuous lips of yours can kiss the beautiful cock."
Robin's voice seemed a million miles away, but. Donna found herself eagerly preparing. She had to hold her brother's balls more firmly as he started to pull away. But then she clasped the shimmering column of cock, pushing her fingers to the base so that the cone-like head looked more inviting than ever.
"Very gently, because he's very excited after playing with those beautiful tits of yours." Robin smiled as she watched his small hands frantically knead and squeeze the firm tits. "Very gently. That's it." She watched, enthralled as Donna's glistening mouth opened and moved around the shimmering cone.
"Aaaagh!" Steve's cry was a mixture of fear and ecstasy as his cock slid into the hot, wet abyss of his sister's mouth. "No…" He tried to jerk back, but Robin's hand on his ass and his sister's clutch on his balls were too effective. All he could do was stare stonily down at the fabulous tits while his loins burst into flame.
Robin moved her hand from the girl's shoulders. It was obvious that Donna needed no encouragement now that she had tasted the boy's throbbing cock. Robin moved the hand down the squirming girl's back, over the beautifully firm ass to squeeze anti knead at the twin cheeks. Then as Donna settled to a steady twirling motion with her lips around the steaming head of Steve's cock, Robin moved her hand in between the girl's thighs and gently stroked at the hot little cunt.
To Donna Birks, the first pungent odor of the little cock almost put her off. But then her eyes were taking in the straining little prick but an inch from her mouth, and she made a startled grunt. A moment later and her tongue had darted, snake-like to touch the pulpy meat of the head. Then her lips had welcomed the cone-like thrust of the hungry cock, and the warmth and taste were overwhelming.
Robin watched as the boy's hands roamed frantically over his sister's firm young boobs. He was squeezing them erratically one minute and pulling on them the next. Then he found the nipples, pulling and stretching them as he tried to find something which would ease the torment in his cock.
"That's it," said Robin, just managing to hide her own bewildering excitement as she watched the young teenager's cheeks inflate and deflate as her lips moved soothingly around the straining prick. "Nice, very gentle movements of your lips. That's it. Very slow and gentle and be sure to use your tongue. Just a little licking here and there, and always wash the head."
She still held the boy in place, his hard ass constantly trying to recoil against her hand. She studied the expression on his face, trying to decide if he was ready to come or not. It was an expression of sheer relief as his sister's avid mouth tenderly washed and licked at his cock. Just then he gave a deep sigh and moved his feet apart. "Perfect," she whispered. "You're doing beautifully, darling, and Steve just loves it, don't you, dear?" She wished she could have a few minutes with the cock herself. She sank her finger fully into the teenager's pulsing cunt. Then as Donna made a choking sound from deep in her throat and turned her hips slightly as she spread her legs apart, Robin slowly and teasingly edged another finger into the steaming cunt, working them both in the torrid moist head of the clutching little hole.
To Donna Birks, nothing she had ever done or ever seen had been so utterly fantastic. At first the initial smell of her brother's cock had almost put her off. Then for some reason she was filled with an urgent desire to suck it. The next thing it was in and through her trembling lips and the first salty taste made her even more excited. After that, the throbbing of the meaty little roll had made her lose all her senses at once. From then on all she had to do was suckle and chew on the darling little cock as her tongue hungrily licked and lapped all around the straining stem. She pressed back on the clump of hard balls now that Steve had opened his thighs. Now the hard prong of cock was reaching even more, forcing her to lash it with her tongue just as she did when Derek would thrust his thick, juicy tongue into her mouth. But just then Robin was sticking a finger right up her cunt, and she had to spread her thighs. A moment later and Robin had rammed at least two fingers into her boiling hole, and she immediately had a vision of her daddy standing naked, with his huge cock primed and ready. A few seconds later and she was avidly sliding her lips back and forth along the slender pole of her brother's cock, ignoring his cries and those of Robin until finally, explosively, the slim shaft thickened and a moment later was jetting hot, creamy sperm to the back of her throat.