The kids were still lying on the bed, Jamie trapped beneath her brother's fallen body, when Robin made an exit to the bathroom. She was dripping with sweat and her body smelled like a whorehouse.
She filled the tub with tingly warm water and descended. A sunken tub was such a groovy, luxurious thing. It made her feel like a Roman empress. All she needed were some slaves to anoint her body with expensive perfumes. But she didn't have them, so she began to suds herself with soap, humming and singing in a soft voice. There was soap on her eyelids and her eyes were closed, so she only heard the footsteps entering the room. "Is that you, Sean?" she inquired of the sound. It would be just like the horny kid to invade her bath in search of still another piece of tail.
A trill of girlish laughter replied and she knew that it was Jamie come to call. Robin rinsed her face and opened her eyes, blinking as water flowed into them.
Jamie, still nude, sat above the babysitter on the edge of the large tub. Her body was flushed and sweaty, and the creamy drops of jism Sean had squirted still clung in part to the scattered hairs on her cunny. "I wonder if I should have done that?" she asked, rubbing a finger across her pussy.
Robin smiled. "It's too late now. You wanted to do it, and you did. What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"Unh-unh. Not really. It was a little sore at first, but it doesn't hurt now." She cocked her head to one side. "Freaky, huh?" Robin nodded in agreement, sincere as hell. "How was I? Was I pretty good for the first time out, I mean?"
"Don't ask me," Robin protested. "I didn't ball you. Sean did. He's the one to ask."
"What does he know?" Jamie wondered. "He just told me that he'd never screwed anyone else but you. Say, how did that happen, anyway? I never did get the story."
"The camping trip broke up because of the rain. Sean came home, found me in his bed, and started to explore. I woke up, and one thing led to another."
"Wow," Jamie giggled. "That's freaky." Her smile faded and there was a look of concern on her face.
"Is something wrong?" Robin wondered.
Jamie shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted. "I mean, I'd like to try it again. Not right now, maybe, but soon. But one thing bothers me." Her voice came on in a wild rush of words. "I mean, why didn't I come? Sean did, way up inside me, the way a guy's supposed to do. But I didn't."
Robin stopped in the act of soaping her tits. "Hey," she cheered, "don't worry about it! It was only your first time."
"But I always come," Jamie protested. "When I play with myself, you know? And girls are supposed to come when a guy squirts his stuff inside them. That's what Sean's book said."
Robin wondered what kind of book Sean had with such adult information in it, but she let the matter pass. She leaned towards the girl, patting her knee. "I told you, don't sweat it. Besides, if you go back and give it another try, you'll probably come all over yourself."
Jamie giggled. "I would if I could, but Sean went to sleep. Right on top of me. I had to push him off."
"His little dick was certainly had a workout tonight," Robin conceded. "I guess he needs the rest."
"It's not so little!" Jamie defended. "When his cock was inside me, it felt like the top of a mountain or something. I didn't know if I could stand it for a minute or two, there."
"He has a nice sized cock," Robin agreed. The kids were as naive as they were horny. Jamie didn't seem able to take a joke. "Well," she added, "I think I'll finish my bath and hit the hay."
"Great! Why don't we bathe together? We'll finish twice as soon."
Huh? thought Robin but the young was already stepping down into the tub. She made room and handed the soap to Jamie, who lathered up her hands.
"Turn 'round, Robin, and I'll scrub your back. Then you can do it for me. I have the awfullest time doing it by myself."
Robin did turn around and the girl's soap slick hands glided across her back. The touch was so light and refreshing Robin wanted to purr, like the cat she resembled so provocatively. Jamie's fingers tickled and rubbed like the hands of a professional masseuse, and muscles Robin hadn't felt were beginning to throb and pulse with renewed vigor and relief. Up and down Robin's back slid the soapy hands, from the shoulder blades to the rising swell of a soft rounded ass, and even though she knew her visitor had smoothed on more than enough soap, Robin didn't feel like asking Jamie to stop.
Jamie's hand slid beneath the waterline, onto Robin's butt, stroking the fleshy buns, and the babysitter leaned forward in delight. Her ass lifted from the floor of the tub and Jamie's fingers rubbed the undercurves of the cheeks. Such a groovy feeling, Robin thought, just as Jamie's hand slipped between her upper thighs, the knuckles brushing along the lips of the babysitter's twat.
"Oh," Robin said huskily, and she remembered that moment of sex a bit earlier, when Jamie's fingers had tested cunt elasticity on a live specimen. Again and again that hand slid across her crack, moving faster in the water, ever faster, until Robin's pussylips seemed to split of their own will.
"You'd better let me do your back now," Robin insisted, but the voice was so weak even its owner was unconvinced. Jamie's fingers pressed upon the babysitter's gash and slipped inside to rub the inner meat of her slit. They found Robin's clit and teased it with clever, cunning little strokes.
"Oh," Robin said again, and then "OH!" as her knees failed to support her weight and she plummeted forward into the water, swallowing a mouthful of suds and bath oil. The hand disappeared from her loins and when she turned back around Jamie sat a respectable distance any, giving a sheepish smile.
"I think I got carried away," the younger girl apologized. She picked up the Camay and anointed her hands again, this time leaning forward to rub soap into the curves of Robin's plump tits.
"I already washed my front," Robin pointed out, but she had neither the will nor the words to stop Jamie from clutching her boobs, one after the other, and smearing them with soap and caresses until the brown teats thrust out in hard little points from their fat dark bases. Robin felt her tits grow fuller, harder, as those hands rubbed and fondled them, and she exhaled a wistful sigh.
Jamie's hands glided down the front of Robin's body, making inevitably for the cunt bush below the waterline. She gave that swamp of golden pussy hair a loving underwater shampoo, her fingers dipping inside too often for accident, playing havoc with the raw lips of Robin's cunt.
"Now you do me," she invited, leaning back, taking a deep breath that made her own little apple titties lift charmingly. One hand offered the soap.
Robin grabbed the bar eagerly and her hands fell upon the younger girl's budding body. She ignored Jamie's back altogether, though that had been the reason for a communal bath. Robin could see no farther than the adornments of the Willis girl's front and she bathed these with loving attention to detail.
She couldn't deceive herself. Robin knew that she wasn't washing Jamie's tits. She was playing with the hot little boobs, squeezing the nipples till they grew tense and hard and the younger girl moaned with delight. And when her fingers dropped into Jamie's plump crotch, all the pretense vanished like a morning mist.
Jamie giggled as Robin's fingers invaded her cunny, and she slid cozily close, throwing one arm around the other girl, trading titty-rubs, raising her knees to open her cunt fully. Her arms locked around Robin's neck and she raised her head for a kiss, the kiss that seemed inevitable. Robin's head bent and she closed her eyes. Jamie's lips smashed against hers as their bodies moved together and they kissed and cuddled for an eternity in the pleasant warmth of the water.
It was the first time for either of them. Robin and her best friend Bonnie had known adolescent curiosity about their budding bodies when they were Jamie's age or a bit younger, and sometimes they had met in private, stripping to compare pubescences. It had seemed only natural then to examine, even to touch, the blooming body parts of which they were so proud. But nothing else. And Robin had known girl kisses, too, little pecking smacks upon the cheek or – on frantic, exciting occasions – the lips. But this? There was nothing chaste or adolescent about what she and Jamie were doing. It was hot and passionate and sensuous, and Robin could feel the excitement beginning to flame in her cunt.
A couple of girls at school were supposed to be lesbians. They never went out with guys, spent all their time together. Once they'd been seen holding hands in the auditorium during a class play. Bonnie had always wondered how two girls could stand to do the kind of things those girls were supposed to do. Robin had only shaken her head in amazement. She agreed with her friend that it was sinful and evil and perverted, and she had believed that implicitly until this moment, when she knelt in the tub with Jamie, holding a tender girlish body against her own in a death grip, kissing a tender girlish mouth with more excitement than she could imagine.
And the weirdest thing of all, she thought, was that it wasn't sinful or evil or perverted. Not in the least. It was sweet and beautiful and she knew that in the very imminent future she was going to find out how sweet, how beautiful it could really be.
Jamie's mouth broke out of the kiss and she whispered, "Did you know that gris sometimes do… things? Together?" She hadn't known, for her part, till one of Sean's books enlightened her, and she hadn't known until this very moment that she had any of those inclinations lurking inside her body.
"I've heard that," Robin confessed. She was becoming drunk from the fragrance of Jamie's sweet breath on her face. "Have you…"
"No," Jamie said softly, "but I think I'd like to."
Robin's mouth moved in for another kiss to seal the bargain, and she reminded herself that perhaps Jamie Willis wasn't such a creepy little bitch after all.
The first light of Saturday morning trickled through the window of Jamie's room. Robin on the bed, her teenaged friend stretched out beside her. Even in her sleep Jamie still embraced her babysitter, one arm curled beneath Robin's neck, the other hand possessively clutching a boob.
The clock on the nightstand read six-thirty. Robin straightened her legs, balling her hands into tingly little fists half-numb from sleeping. She hadn't slept much last night, but she felt more alive this morning than she had in weeks. No sense disturbing Jamie, though. She'd had even more adventures last night and she was so much younger. She needed her rest.
Robin closed her eyes, trying to slumber once again, but she couldn't. Neither could she get out of bed without bothering Jamie. Warmed by the heat of her young friend's body she lay there, only half awake but all of her remembering.
"Where did this come from?" Robin giggled, eyeballing the cover of Oral Orgy. They were lying together on Jamie's bed, their bodies dried from the bath and clothed only in pink flushes.
"It's my brother's," Jamie explained, taking the magazine away from Robin and opening it to the centerspread, holding that before the babysitter's shocked green eyes.
"Wow!" Robin enthused. "That's far out! I mean, I've had it done to me, a guy shooting, you know, in my face? But I never knew what it looked like." She wondered where Sean had gotten hold of the magazine, with its pictures of people actually fucking and sucking. Not here in Reckardsville, for sure. This was a sundown town. When the sun set, the cops rolled up the sidewalks and put everything away till morning.
They lay together, jerking the magazine away from the other at intervals, Robin to look back at pictures which had flashed across her sightline, Jamie to tantalize her new friend with some of the scenes yet to come.
"Look," Jamie announced, turning to a full-page photo of a woman using her hands and her mouth on another woman's pussy. Robin stared and gulped. She'd known it must come up sooner or later hadn't she invited it to happen, anyway?
But now that the moment had arrived, she was filled with uncertainty.
Jamie solved the problems in her impulsive. Reversing herself on the bed she started to comb her fingers through Robin's thick pussy bush, tugging at the hairs, making little needle prick tingles on the flesh of the babysitter's cunt mound.
Robin yipped in surprise, dropping the magazine. She'd seen enough, after all. Her thighs parted when Jamie's fingers stroked them and once again she felt the insistent pressure of a girlish hand upon her cuntlips.
"I think this is what you're supposed to do," Jamie volunteered, inserting a finger. It brushed Robin's gash, skidding hesitantly across the slick red flesh, weaving circles around the babysitter's clitoris. Robin's nub hummed as it stiffened, and there were droplets of moisture in her cunt mouth.
"Umm, yes," Robin whispered in agreement. For the second time tonight Jamie had stuck a slim, young-girl finger into the clutching mouth of Robin's twat. Once it had been for educational purposes; now it was entirely for pleasure.
Jamie worked her finger in the soggy box until it was hot and damp as a jungle swamp. She put two fingers up Robin's snatch, confirming the elastic nature of the older girl's cunt mouth, stretching that elastic tissue with intuitively brilliant twists of her fingers. Robin lifted her ass from the bed, moved her legs even farther apart, and her hands went down to clutch Jamie's ass.
"Don't stop," she insisted breathlessly. "It feels too good."
Jamie giggled in reply and she put her lips to Robin's cunt. She nibbled at the softly protruding pussy flanges as they peeked forth, and then, using her fingers to hold Robin's gash open, she rolled her tongue back and forth across the crimson slickness of Robin's cunt. Jamie was learning as she went along, the magazine picture strong in her mind as an example, but she also revealed an exceptional degree of improvisatory talent.
Her own tiny cunt beckoned, about eleven inches from Robin's face. The older girl stared at it until she couldn't endure the wait for another second, and she moved. Her hands flew out to catch Jamie's hipbones, pulling the quite willing young girl closer… Jamie threw a leg across Robin's head and she planted her pussy atop the blonde girl's face, moving automatically into a sixty-nine. Now they could both learn together.
Learn they did, too. Robin had no more time to wonder about the morality of sucking another girl's cunt. She was too busy doing it too busy getting her own snatch sucked in return.
Jamie's tongue and fingers in the babysitter's gash were inexperienced but frisky, willing to try anything. Robin lifted her butt again and again to receive some of the more inspired variations Jamie toyed with, and she found the cunt-lapping to be as exuberantly determined as anything Dennis had ever done to her. Oh, there wasn't the finesse her ex-boyfriend had possessed in such abundance, the kinky skill to bring her pounding to a come within seconds. Sometimes Dennis could make her feel like a sun going into nova with just a swipe of his tongue, a press of his fingers on her horny cunt.
This was different. Jamie was a girl and she knew how to touch her own cunt. She was merely practicing the same kind of finger stimulation that worked her own body to orgasm, but with the added filling of being able to utilize her mouth in the act as well. And she was learning fast. The excited ripples that tingled through Robin's pussylips encouraged Jamie to experiment even more, and she gobbled gash as if her very life depended on it.
And Robin Mackenzie wasn't slack in her responses. She found Jamie a most agreeable workbook for education in the art of cunt-lapping. The sampling touch of Robin's tongue made the young girl moist and eager, her slim thighs trapping the babysitter's head between them, forcing Robin to her dukes. Of course, it was hard to tell whether Robin was doing precisely what the situation required. Everything turned Jamie on, from the very beginning. The sucking of Robin's mouth on her oval nest, the probing thrusts of the babysitter's tongue across and around her puffy gash, the insertion of fingers that spread her cunt open while Robin alternated between cunt spearing tongue thrusts and suckles on the dainty clit. Jamie loved it all.
Lying between the young girl's clutching legs, her ears mashed flat by Jamie's thighs, Robin gave the girl all she had to give. Someday soon, she thought, Jamie would be one of the hottest fucks in Reckardsville – or anywhere else, for that matter. Just cured of her virginity, Jamie was eager to experience every kind of stimulation that could be practiced on her body. She hummed with gooey orgasms, shoving her pussy harder and harder against Robin's mouth, demanding ever sharper nips and stabs, coming until the babysitter could taste her bedmate's exhaustion in the flowing female juices.
And when Jamie had been shattered by climax after climax, when her giri-jism had soaked Robin's face, when her leg muscles relaxed and the babysitter could move her head once more, Robin was sure that sex was finished for the night. But not so!
Locked in one another's arms, they lay kissing and embracing. Jamie drank her own cunt cum from her teacher's wet lips and she slid a leg atop Robin's body, bringing their pussies once more into brushing contact. The two sopping twats seemed magnetically drawn together and the girls laughed in surprise as they cunt-bumped, finding themselves amazed at the renewed intensity of the feeling.
Jamie's almost hairless pussy mound was already throbbing from the tongue-job she'd gotten, and now she took a masochistic delight in scraping her tender quim across the curly golden wires gracing Robin's snatch. She spread the lips of her puss, opening it to let Robin's hair tickle her gash and clitty.
Robin kissed her lover, grabbing Jamie's tits desperately. She marveled at the way splotchy white marks radiated across the exquisitely soft mounds from the clutch of her hand, and she sighed to feel the nipples rubbing her palms, stiff as little pricks, hot as the ends of welding rods, burning into her flesh their smoldering passion.
To break off the contact between their swiveling pussies was the hardest thing Robin had ever forced herself to do, but she had to get her mouth on Jamie's cunt. Right now. And she must have her young friend sucking her twat in return, lick for lick.
Jamie resisted, moaning petulantly, unwilling to break out of their kiss, unwilling to stop tickling her cunt on Robin's muff. The babysitter's muscles tensed with strength and she fought herself out of the embrace. Her crotch safely pulled back, she began to kiss her way down Jamie's tummy, paying her respects to the girl's little titties. Her tongue rolled on the stiff pink teats, traced the wide borders of Jamie's areolas, and she moved south, planting sucker bites down the girl's belly. Her tongue rimmed Jamie's navel for what seemed a long, long time, until the young girl's belly shook and quivered, rippling beneath its layer of puppyfat, and then Robin could wait no longer. She darted into Jamie's crotch, rubbing her chin on the almost hairless pussy mound, digging her chin into Jamie's gash, before throwing herself violently into the act of cunt-sucking.
Jamie wailed at the renewed intrusion of Robin's skilled tongue in the box and she reached for the other girl's legs. Now they were sixty-nining once again, but this time Robin was on top and Jamie was the underdog. And Robin could repay the girl in kind for the demonic muff-diving she'd received, at the same time completing the second installment of her oral attack.
She lapped as she'd been lapped. Her legs squeezed tightly on Jamie's head, tickled by the younger girl's fuzzy dark tresses, her cunt grinding against Jamie's mouth, inviting the mouth work that it received abundantly. And she split the little girl's tender gash without regard for gentleness, tugging the tight pussylips to their widest, giving her tongue and teeth full access.
Robin sucked pussy as if she meant to dehydrate her young companion. Her lips and tongue flew across Jamie's cunt, dipping in and out, biting, chewing the fragile pussy flanges, whipping the young girl to a frenzied orgasm whose moans hummed directly into Robin's grinding snatch. Robin was getting high, too, her climax ready to burst from her twat, but she held on with determination, riding this out to the very peak. What with being deflowered and girl-sucked all in the same evening, Jamie's little snatch would be sore as hell in the morning, but it would be worth it. She'd never forget tonight as long as she lived.
And neither would her babysitter. I may hate myself in the morning… Robin thought.
But she didn't. Robin smiled at her bedmate and knew that she didn't hate herself. She felt good, as if she'd finally learned what life was all about.
God, she thought, what a mess she'd made of things! Getting pissed with Dennis just because he was dating a couple of girls at Ohio State. So what? It was eighty miles from Columbus to Reckardsville, even on the four-lane highway. Could she really expect him to hop into his car and drive down every time he got a hard-on?
She should have understood. She shouldn't have been so bitchy. This night of wild, unrestrained sex had shown her just how much she really missed her guy, and she had to have him back. How many times had he told her there was no girl for him but his Robin? Maybe they still had a chance. Maybe it could be as good for them as it had been before. Bend, Robin! she told herself silently. Bend!
She patted Jamie's sleeping body and the young girl gave a fitful stir. Besides, she reminded herself, last night she'd more than revenged herself for any screwing around Dennis might have done while he was away from her side. They were even now.
Yes. She'd call him at the dorm tonight. He had a couple of Saturday classes, so she'd just have to wait till evening when she could be sure of catching him in his room. She'd open up her heart and welcome him back inside. Maybe she'd even introduce him to Jamie Willis, let him give the girl an advanced course in fucking. It wouldn't be infidelity if Robin set it up. Hmm, she thought. That might be a very good idea.