Turned on family - erotic stories, sex tales



Many consider the years up to twenty to be crucial ones in the final development of an individual's personality. For it is then that a person makes the first real decisions affecting his or her own future.

With high school behind him or nearly so problems concerning the future must be faced immediately, sometimes in combination with one another. In a very short span of time, a course of events is set in motion that will often determine what one does and is for years to come, perhaps a lifetime.

This is the situation Robin Mackenzie finds herself in. Hers is the story of a normal, pretty youngster poised on the brink of womanhood, struggling to understand herself and her emotions, to cope with the breakup of her first romance, and to define her own ambitions and standards of correct behavior. The series of some times traumatic events for which she is the catalyst sends her over that brink and makes her a woman at last, capable of giving and receiving pleasure to the fullest.

TURNED ON FAMILY -- the story of one young girl and the family she takes with her on her journey into adulthood and the world of sensuality. A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our modern-day society as food for serious thought.



CHAPTER ONE

"Good night," Robin called, but Jamie didn't answer. Just the swishing of her skirt, the pattering of her shoes on the staircase. Robin shrugged. What a creepy little bitch!

She went to the window, staring out at the rain that fell in torrents. Everything was a bitch lately. Like right now. A rain like this one made her expect to see an ark floating down the Hocking River.

It was a rotten Friday all around. A fucking bastard from the word go. She hadn't counted on babysitting tonight, but what else was there? Everyone in town had to know by now that she and Dennis had broken up, but not one guy had invited her out. Normally she and Bonnie would go cruising in the van on a dateless Friday, but not this evening. Bonnie had a houseful of relatives from West Virginia and she had to stay home. Well at least she'd be earning some money tonight instead of sitting in her room playing with her cunt.

Mrs. Willis had called her after supper to offer the job. It was a wedding anniversary or something she and her husband were going out, would be gone all night and they needed a sitter to take care of Jamie. They'd just gotten a last minute cancellation from the other sitter and it was worth twenty dollars to them if Robin took the job.

Robin shook her head and saw it reflected in the window. She'd supposed Jamie Willis was just a little girl, like all the other kids she babysat with. Why shouldn't she think that? Who would hire a babysitter for a girl pushing fourteen? Mrs. Willis, that's who. And Jamie was definitely pissed off. She'd been surly, uncommunicative, and a real pain in the ass.

It must be hell, Robin thought, to be so blatantly pubescent and still be treated like a little kid. She turned around, staring at the group portrait of the Willises that hung above the fireplace. Her eyes drifted across the Willis children as they stared solemnly from the picture. Jamie's bow shaped mouth was set in a poutish defiance, her pert young tits were thrust saucily forward and she had her hands fisted in her lap. Beside her stood her brother Sean, a cute boy. He was dark-haired and dark-eyed, like all the rest of the family, and there was an almost feminine softness to his features.

Robin turned away from the photo and yawned, realizing how tired she was. There was no reason to put off going to bed any longer. She locked the door, turned out the lights, and went up the stairs.

The loud blare of a stereo assaulted her ears as she passed Jamie's bedroom door. She considered asking the girl to turn it down a bit, but decided against it. The Stones were on now, and they were one of her favorite groups. She could go to sleep even if they were rattling down the house around her.

Mrs. Willis had instructed her to sleep in Sean's room. The boy would be gone all night, like his parents, and everything would be cool. Robin went down the hall trying doors until she found the boy's bedroom, and she went in. The closing of the door behind her cut drastically into the volume of Jamie's music, and that was all for the good.

Robin looked around, seeing the natural furnishings of a boy's room. She pulled a chair away from its matching desk and began to deposit her clothes there as she undressed. First went the short, tummy baring top, then her jeans, so frayed and faded they represented the height of fashion. That left Robin beside the bed in nothing but a pair of tiny cotton panties, the only kind of underwear she bothered with nowadays. She'd gone braless all last summer, daring it in spite of her mother's disapproving looks, and now her tits ached whenever she tried to make them adjust to a holster once again. Besides, Dennis always said he loved to see the way her book jiggled when she walked down the street with him.

She missed Dennis. Especially now, when she was so lonesome and so Goddamned horny. They'd gotten together last summer, though she'd known him for years. But he'd finally noticed that Robin Mackenzie wasn't a little girl any more, that she'd turned into a grown-up young lady almost before his eyes. Last summer they'd been inseparable, before he went to the university at Columbus, and one balmy August night she had lain down on a blanket in the cool woods skirting Shawnee Lake and he had lain down beside her.

It had been something else. For one thing, Dennis was so knocked out to find that a gorgeous girl, ready to start senior year, was still cherry as a pie. He'd been so gentle with her... and so nice. She could still feel the soft caresses of his fingers, warming her body, soothing away her fears. And the careful insertion of his cock into her virgin pussy, the easy penetration that had popped her cherry before she knew it, slipping inside her hole to plumb the unexplored depths of her cunt. Her pussy had been tender and very nervous, but the deep thrusting of his cock had quelled her dread and, long before Robin expected it, his cock had burst into liquid flame inside her body, flooding her snatch with his jism, and her twat had likewise exploded as she wrapped her legs around him and hugged him with all her joy.

Having him was great. He was a beautiful guy, with Robert Redford looks and a sharp, intelligent mind, and he'd been her first and, so far, only man, but now he wasn't hers any more and she certainly wasn't his. Robin had found out he was seeing a couple of girls at Ohio State, and she accused him of screwing around on her. By the time they finished hashing it out, neither of them was speaking to the other and she hadn't seen him since, not for two weeks now. Obviously it was all over.

Just as obviously she shouldn't be brooding about it, the way she was now. She should go out and find someone else. Guys knew she was available. Bonnie helped spread the word, but still there were no offers yet. Except, Robin grimaced to think of it.

Tonight, on her way over to the Willises. She was walking, as she liked to do. It kept her figure trim and neat. And there had been those three creeps at the Tasty Freeze on Richland Avenue. God, she should have been on the other side of the street! The idea of being picked up by Timmy Duff and the Schroeder boys was disgusting as shit. Most towns had at least one creep of that sort in residence but lucky Reckardsville, it had the three of them!

Well, Robin had told them. "Why don't you let us give you a lift?" green toothed Punch Schroeder had suggested with a leer built into his voice, his comrades vulturing expectantly in the car. He'd always been a horseturd but he was much worse since his Army stint.

"Why don't you die, you creep?" she had snapped in reply. "If I wanted to mess around with animals, I'd find a friendly dog. None of you even makes a close second." And with that she was gone, flitting past them on her clattering heels, nose in the air. Just being spoken to by those bastards made her feel the need of an urgent bath.

Robin twisted beneath the sheet, hands stroking her tummy. She really missed Dennis tonight. He used to drive down from Columbus right after Friday classes so he could take her to the movies, but so far they'd not spoiled their record by actually watching a film. They'd be out there tonight, fucking so passionately their car windows dripped with sweat, except for [missing text]. Angrily she thrust her hands into her panties, letting the fingers scrape across her fuzzy cunt mound, pulling them free almost instantly. He was probably up there in Columbus now, zipping up his pants after fucking one of those Ohio State girls, wondering if poor, deserted Robin were down here in Reckardsville finger fucking herself. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction even if it meant denying herself, too.

The impulse to diddle her twat drifted away from her. She really was tired. She could go to sleep without fingering her cunt first. If she closed her eyes, started to breathe as evenly as possible, just so [missing text].

Jamie Willis had a full-length mirror on her wardrobe door and she stood before that mirror, examining herself with a critical eye. She was naked and the pubescent flowering of her body was much more pronounced than when she wore clothing.

Chubby tits swelled on her chest, their budding mounds dominated by pink smears of nipple. She touched them with her fingers, watching them jiggle and bob, and it made her smile. So far they were only titties, with all the babyish implications of that word, and they still ached with the pangs of growing. But growing they were, and Jamie had no doubt that someday soon they'd be as large as her mother's jugs. She thought about how big her nipples were rubbing across the salmon-colored paps, feeling the tingle that raced through her body at the gentle caress. She was positive that her boobs would grow in proportion to their caps and she could hardly wait.

Jamie did a half turn before the mirror, studying the profile she presented. That was nice! Titties sticking up high and round, butt thrust out behind. She wiggled her behind and laughed appreciatively. Her ass was cute, and so were her long, coltish legs, slim, growing more shapely by the day.

The only complaint Jamie had was with the floss at her crotch. Most of the girls at school had started to sprout pussy hair long before she did. Only in the past few months had she sported any cunt fur at all, and the little curls, though dark, were thin wisps that did not even conceal her pink pussy crack. Someday, someday! She'd have real tits and a real beaver, just like any other normal teenager.

So where in the shit did her mother get off insulting her by hiring a babysitter? It made Jamie so angry she wanted to pick up her shoe and shatter the mirror image into a million shards of glass. What an absolute stone bummer!

And the babysitter! A big titted blonde, wearing jeans so tight she must have been born in them, all honey and sweetness as she tried to be a pal to her little charge. Talking about boys, music, school. As if she didn't know how insulting her very presence was.

Jamie was willing to bet that this Robin Mackenzie character was nothing but a slut, the way she wiggled her ass around the room and wore that tight halter with nothing underneath it. Jamie didn't like girls who tramped around showing it all off. Especially when their bodies were developed where hers was still filling out. Sean would like to see Robin, she decided. He'd get a real kick out of that. Probably stare at her until his baby blues bugged, out. Then he'd go up to his room and jerk off while he remembered how nice her tits and ass looked, and think about how much he'd like to fuck her.

Poor Sean, she thought. He was the only one in the family who seemed to notice that she was growing up and out. Sometimes she caught him staring at her curiously, and sometimes, just for fun, she'd spread her legs a little beneath the short skirts she liked to wear, giving him a clear peek at her pantied crotch. The trick was to make it look innocent and casual.

Jamie rolled to the edge of her bed and fished beneath, pulling out the magazines. "Thanks, Sean," she said in a law voice that broke into a giggle at the end. She'd gotten these from his room just today. He thought they were well-hidden in his bookcase, but she'd been sneaking his books for over a year.

She flipped through several of them, mostly ones she had seen before, and idly observed pictures of split beavers, of erect cocks, and some of couples fucking in various imaginative positions.

Last of all, for she'd saved it, was her favorite Oral Orgy. What a title! The front cover showed a big close up of a blonde girl, not too pretty, mouthing a long fat prick of incredible blackness. It was such a big cock that she only had a couple of inches inside her mouth, straining her lips to take that much. Her cheeks were sucked in and her heavily made-up eyes were tightly shut, giving her an almost religious expression. Jamie giggled. She turned the book over and stared at the back cover. Here she saw a girl lying flat, naked as a jaybird, her legs opened to show off her shaven cunt. On either side of her head knelt a man, each of them presenting a stiff dick and the girl was licking their knobs simultaneously while cuddling their balls in her palms.

Jamie made as if to open the magazine but she already knew it by heart. Much better, for example, than her Monday assignment in civics. The magazine was filled with uncaptioned photos of people using their mouths on one another's sex organs. Some of it was wild, some of it was funny. There was even a center spread shot of a slim, lovely redhead, cum all over her face and a big prick photographed in the act of shooting another gob into her open mouth.

Jamie wiggled on the bed, dropping the magazine, her hands automatically coming to rest upon her boobies. She squeezed herself, grooving on the digging of her fingers into her soft, squashy titties, feeling the nipple tips start to erect between cradling digits. Her titties throbbed delightedly as she worked them, and her breath came faster and faster. Sometimes she could make herself come just by twiddling her nipples for a few minutes. Fingers rolling back and forth upon her baby-pink nipples, squeezing, pressing, and then -- POW! A quick rush of warm ooze seeping through her body, little beads of sweat forming in her armpits, and, if she sniffed hard enough, Jamie could almost smell the aroma of her damp cunt.

She teased her nipples, coaxed them, played with them, but it wasn't enough. Not tonight. She felt horny but not horny enough to come so easily. One hand continued to rub across her apple titties while the other slid down towards the sparse tufts of fur flowering upon her cunt mound.

Her fingers scooted across the plump, warm bulge of her twat and she felt her sensitive pussylips start to swell and moisten. Reassured, she spread her legs farther and worked her fist up and down across the tender gash which creased her cunt mound.

It was just like walking into a live wire. The rough glide of her hand over her dampening cunt folds made her entire body shiver, and she enjoyed it so much she repeated the action again and again. Her pussy grew damper, hotter, and her middle finger shot straight out, pressing down, slipping into the tight groove of her virginal cunt hole. She held it there a long time, sliding it back and forth, at the same time pressing her dainty outer twatlips with the other fingers so that her middle digit was trapped inside the wet, swollen lips. The muscles in her thighs jerked spasmodically and Jamie hummed each time she felt the delicious pressure seesaw across her pussy.

She withdrew the finger, rubbing it from side to side across the gash of her cunt, marveling at the stepped up intensity of feeling in her crotch. Her body was totally relaxed, totally aroused, and a probing touch revealed that her clitoris was beginning to thrust shyly from its hiding place within the fleshy folds of her pink cunny. Jamie enjoyed playing with her snatch, and each time, it seemed, she learned something new about her body and its capacity for pleasure.

All of it thanks to Sean and his dirty books, she reminded herself. Especially that one he'd had a few months ago, I Am Curious -- Sexually. It was a dippy set of questions and answers, with sex photos to illustrate the topics. But one whole chapter was devoted to techniques for arousing women, and that section had been a Book of Revelation to curious, sexual Jamie. The pictures were wild people sucking and fucking and doing all kinds of crazy things but the text had been explicitly informative. She had read it carefully and discovered at last why she sometimes felt lightheaded and excited when she touched herself just so between the legs. She had found out that her clitoral nub was the trigger of her sexual feelings and, one evening, she had sat naked before her mirror, legs wide, exploring her pussy in search of her own clit. And when she found it, Gods! Her first knowledgeable, intentional cares of her clitty was a memory she could never forget. She'd even stuffed her discarded bra into her mouth to muffle the whimpering cries of glee that might have brought her mother running to investigate.

Jamie smiled, a sigh breaking through her curled lips as her fingers greeted her bare clit like the old friends they'd grown to be. She rubbed a round and round the tiny bump. It was just like a little nipple hidden in the folds of her pussy, and when it was excited, it thrust up supple, hot, tingly the way her papa did when she fondled them. She loved to touch her nubbin just like that! Her thighs wiggled and she squirmed on the bed, rubbing her passion bud harder, harder. If she braced her thumb against the clitoral hood and slipped a finger into her snatch. Two fingertips? She tried it, but the fit was much too tight.

She could only get her finger inside her cunt mouth a short distance, thanks to the tender membrane which attested her virginity. Jamie wondered about that quite often. It was all she could stand to touch her cherry with bare fingers, and she couldn't for her life understand how her first lover would ever be able to pierce it with his pulsating cock. It must be incredibly painful, and she shivered even to think about it.

Her thumb brushed and strummed her aching little clit and she teased fingertips round the lips of her pussy, excitement building inside her body. Jamie rolled onto her side, drawing her legs up till she lay in a fetal position, thighs trapping her cunt scratching hand. Her tongue peeked forth, licking softly along her puffy lips, and her eyes blinked rapidly. She blew breath at the strand of hair that had fallen into ticklish position on her forehead and she squeezed her legs tight upon the hand that explored her oozing snatch.

A fourth Rolling Stones LP dropped onto the turntable and the tone arm swung in to begin play. As the needle slid across the dry flat on the edge of the disc, Jamie's fingers went into overdrive, stroking and caressing the whole of her puffy gash with all the power she could muster. A buzzing vibration inside her cunt told her that she was teetering on the edge of a satisfying come. One more finger swipe across cuntlips, one more brush of thumb round and round the raw nub of her clit, one more tantalizing ripple of inner thigh muscles and she'd be there!

Her heart pounded excitedly and the pleasure burst into flame within her tender little cunt. Jamie rolled and writhed on the bed, twisting from side to side, legs jerking and heart pumping out a rhythmic tattoo which made the Rolling Stones sound like Lawrence Welk.

A little while later Jamie decided she'd heard enough of the Stones. Mick Jagger was sooo phallic and sexy, but she could only take so much of him at a time, and this was the third or fourth LP straight. Her legs were shivery and wobbly as she went to the stereo and she could feel the wet drippings that clung to her pussy hair and cuntlips. Her titties, too, throbbed with that familiar ache, which even the hottest finger-fucking sessions couldn't entirely take away, and as she flipped the "reject" button, one of her hands made soft, grasping contact with a boob.

Jamie squeezed her tittie, listening to the sudden droning of the record as the tone arm hesitated, then lifted up and drew back to off position. Curiously she watched her nipple coming out from its pink platform, stiffening up all over again, and then even the hum of the turntable ceased. She heard the rain first, still pitter patting on the roof, and then her ears picked up another sound, down the hall, a sound that made no sense whatsoever.

"Huh?" Jamie asked herself, cocking her head to listen more closely. She picked up the Snoopy nightshirt she'd laid out for tonight, dropped it over her head, and went out to investigate.

CHAPTER TWO

Robin stirred into wakefulness with a shrug of her shoulders, as she always did, "What?" she muttered, feeling as if she were bound and trapped. Her eyes fluttered open and things began to make them selves clear. The room light was on and she could see dimly through sleep moist eyes. "Get off me!" she yelled, slapping at the strange male figure who was roughly caressing her bare tits and who, it seemed, had already dragged her pink panties halfway down her legs.

He whirled away as if he'd been bullwhipped, his face bright scarlet. Robin pulled the sheet up to her throat and she looked at him with fury raging in her eyes, adrenalin pumping into her veins and wiping away the after sleep drowsiness. "What the hell is going on?" she demanded. "Aren't you Sean? Sean Willis?"

He nodded, still red-faced. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't think you'd wake up so easily."

"So easily?" Robin trilled. She lifted the sheet and peeked down at her body. Red fingermarks still streaked across her tits, the legacy of his rough handling. "So easily?" she repeated. "What were you planning on? Taking one for a souvenir?"

And then her heart softened toward him. He was so embarrassed. Robin's voice grew warmer. "Look," she said, "I guess there's an explanation for all this. Isn't there?"

He tuned, trying to be brave, waving his hands as if that would make his point. "I... I came home... and up to bed and..."

"And found me," she supplied. "So. You're not supposed to be here. I'm the babysitter and your mother told me to sleep in here tonight."

"It rained," he said. "We all went home. It was too wet to stay out."

She smiled then. He really was cute, in that little boy way of his, all red faced and flustered. And those were the biggest eyes she'd ever seen on a boy. Well, he'd filled them with the sight of her, hadn't he? She hadn't meant to be such a wildcat, but what else could she do, waking up that way to find him trying to rip her tits off?

"My name's Robin," she volunteered. "Hey, come on. I won't hit you again. Won't even holler at you. Sit down and let's talk. We have to decide on a plan." She scooted her legs over and patted the side of the bed. Sean came uneasily and he sat down, careful not to touch her, even through the veil of the sheet. There was an obvious hard on bulging the front of his pants. Robin hadn't noticed it before while she defended her virtue from the midnight attacker, but now she saw it, and interest built in her mind.

"Okay," she said. "I think there's only one workable solution. One of us should go downstairs and sleep on the couch. I'm hired help, and this is your room, so I ought to be the one to go. Okay? Hey, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Say something."

Sean blushed deep violet.

"Jesus," Robin said, "you act like you're afraid of me." She reached up to touch his dark hair. "Hey, I'm not mad at you! Did you know that your face is as purple as a prune. You have to be the strangest kid I ever saw."

Sean turned away. "You stay here," he croaked, avoiding the soft pets of her fingers. "I'll go down to the couch. I mean, you're already undressed."

"Yeah, and a lot more so than I was when I went to bed. What were you trying to prove, anyway?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I came in, and you were lying there, and..."

"And you thought Christmas had come early. Right? That Mommy and Daddy had bought you something special and left it in your bed so you'd be sure to find it? Maybe you were looking for the ribbon and tag? Naughty, naughty, naughty!" He was cute, much cuter in person than in his picture, and it was such a blast to tease him this way, but, Gods, he seemed so shy. If she were a teenybopper his age, she thought with the superiority of a girl on the edge of eighteen, she'd be crazy about him.

He looked her way quickly, earnestness showing on his face. "Honest, I never did anything like that before in my life. I don't know what got into me!"

Robin smirked. "Sure," she said, "I'll just bet you've never tried that game with any of those tenth-grade girls."

Sean shook his head solemnly.

"Never?" she asked, not quite believing him. The look on his face convinced her. "How come?" she wondered? "I mean, you're a doll, Sean, with those big beautiful eyes and wavy hair," she tousled it with her fingers before he could pull his head away, "oh, I'm embarrassing you again! But it's true. The girls should be crawling over each other to get to you."

"They're not," he whispered. "I don't know why. Everytime I try to talk to a girl, I get all tongue-tied and can't say anything that makes sense. Just like now."

Robin shifted beneath the cover so she could sit up. "You're doing all right," she suggested, and once more her eyes fell upon the hard on. "What's this?" she giggled, her hand reaching to cover his boner. Her fingers tested the length, the stiffness of his young cock, and they seemed to increase with her testing. "Good God," she added reverently.

She felt him freeze as her hand settled upon his bidden hard on, fingers stroking round and round its shameless protrusion. Robin could feel its warmth even through the denim of his jeans, and she knew that he had a big dick for a young man.

She threw aside the sheet that had been covering her body. His eyes rolled as Sean got a fresh look at her nakedness. He'd gotten her panties half removed before she woke up. God only knew what had come over him as he saw her lying there. Now they were still halfway down her legs and he could see every hair of her fluffy beaver, not to mention the pink gash that lurked within, the inner cuntlips that protruded a tiny distance through her open slit. She put her hand on his crotch again and, if anything, his cock was harder than before. He couldn't help it! Just looking at her cunt and tits made him want to fuck her!

How could he? He wasn't even sure what to do. Oh, he'd seen the pictures plenty of times there was a magazine over in his bookcase that was full of photos of people sucking, and he could always check it again for a refresher course but he'd never gotten any closer to screwing than giving himself a hand job on his bed or in the bathroom.

Wicked thoughts bubbled in Robin's brain. She touched the boy again and again, twining fingers through his wavy hair, stroking his cheeks, cuddling his bulging dick. He was so young, so sweet, just like a puppy. She thought of Jennifer O'Neill and Gary Grimes in Summer of 42, the teenaged boy and the glamorous older woman who cradled him in her warm bosom and took him to her bed for a night of love. Sean was much nicer-looking than the boy in the movie, and ever so much shyer. Wouldn't that be a memory to give him? She asked herself. The recollection of a beautiful older woman who had made him truly and at last a man? Wicked, wicked!

But she knew herself too well to imagine that she was entirely altruistic about this. Robin had been horny and frustrated before she turned in, and, now that she was awake, she was horny and frustrated all over again. She hadn't been screwed since the breakup with Dennis and, the way things were going, it looked as if her fingers would be her only lovers for some time to come. Even if she had to teach Sean the ropes, step by step, balling him would be a welcome change from frigging her horny cunt.

Besides, she reasoned, she'd be doing this doll of a boy the greatest favor of his life. Obviously he couldn't get it on with girls. He got scared and turned purple. His frustration could lead him to desperate measures. Maybe he might turn rapist or Peeping Tom or even -- she shuddered in repulsion -- a faggot! She wouldn't want that to happen. Not at all! He had a beautiful face and a trim body and a healthy sized cock. He served to learn about sex the right way.

He had to be a virgin. Just like she was before Dennis initiated her. Now she would pass the favor along. That made Robin smile. She took Sean's chin between her thumb and fingers, leaning towards him, and she kissed him tenderly.

Sean learned fast. A little kissing and feeling, some shy undressing, a few rolls on the bed, and now they were lying on the sheets in a hot sixty-nine, Robin's heating snatch pressed against his hips, her mouth working 'round his hard young cock. He didn't have a great cunt-lapping technique, but he did have potential. Said he'd seen pictures of some kind.

Oooooohhhh! Robin didn't know whether to scream or come when he nibbled just that way on the soft, tender inner lips of her horny pussy. She could feel the moisture seeping out of her hole, drenching his lips, and her clitty throbbed like a bass drum. He was doing all right for his first time out!

Sean was hot for her, too. He had sucked her nipples like a pro, and his fingers explored her cunt with just the right delicacy, though Robin had finally grabbed his hand and told him he could be a bit rougher it was okay with her. And true to her wishes, he'd begun to ream two thick fingers in and out of her snatch with a vengeance, until she dripped cunt juice on his hand and knew it was time to move on to the next lesson.

And this was it. Robin was a good cocksucker.

Dennis had never been able to get enough of the way she gave head and she gave Sean the benefit of all she'd learned with her ex-lover. Make him confident, she told herself. Let him see how much fun it could be with a girl and he was bound to start chasing them in order to get more, more, MORE of this! She worked her mouth expertly on his dick, flipping her tongue back and forth across his knobby head, teasing and tickling the ridge of his cocktip.

She quivered as his fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her ass, digging into her crack, and she smashed her dribbling pussy down on his face with all her might, letting him get a good mouthful of her twat. Her hands cupped his nuts, bouncing the fat balls from side to side, and she could feel him squirming every time she repeated the caress. His cock slipped deeper and deeper into her mouth as she tightened and loosened the grip of her cheeks. Her oral juices were flooding, drenching his cock, lubricating his dick as it rode nearer and nearer the entrance of her throat.

Robin had heard about the girl in the movie who swallowed pricks clear past her voice box, but she didn't intend to try it now. Sean had almost seven inches of cock, and she was certain that little trick would strangle her. Besides she hadn't seen the film, and she didn't believe for a minute that anyone could actually show something like that in a movie.

Her mouth pistoned up and down on his hard rod, letting his tool glide along the carpet of her tongue, and she scraped her teeth ever so gently at his stiff meat, careful not to hurt Sean's most prized possession. Robin worked on his balls more energetically, too, squeezing the sac from time to time, feeling him groan into her dripping snatch with each increase of pressure.

Any minute now, she told herself, for his cock was jerking and swelling in her mouth and she knew that he couldn't hold back his load much longer. What a nice treat for him, she thought, to spill his cum right down the throat of a sexy girl, older, much more experienced. She certainly wouldn't mind it, either.

And then suddenly Robin felt Sean's balls lurch upwards and she knew he was coming. Her tongue darted into the slit at his purpled knob, as if she wanted to stick it into that tiny hole, and the stimulation was entirely too much for Sean. He moaned into her damp muff, the vibrations humming across Robin's pink, drooling box, and he gave her his fuck juice. It rolled out in a battering stream, gushing down her throat straight into her belly, and she worked her hand on the base of his prick and on his balls, shucking it to make him give her all the jizz he had.

Sean licked halfheartedly at Robin's wet cunt, too preoccupied with his own boiling orgasm to do any more. He shook in her power, pumping his dick furiously in her gulping mouth as he squirted out his joy. He'd jacked himself off a million times, maybe, and he'd thought there was nothing like it, but now he knew how wrong he'd been. To romp with his prick in the wet cavern of Robin's talented mouth, to feel her teeth and lips and tongue and fingers working in concert on his young cock, to come at last, with his dick galloping in and out of her oral cavity, to know that she was drinking his jism like water baby, that was where it was at!

They pulled apart, for Robin knew that he was out of it for right now. His jism dripped from her lips, spilling onto her creamy boobs as she wiped her mouth. One droplet splattered onto her left nipple and she rubbed his fuck cream into her flesh as if it were some kind of musky perfume. She smacked her lips, dabbing with hands at her chin, licking fingers clean, showing him that she had no regrets whatever about blowing him and drinking his jizz.

"Did you like it?" she asked softly. His answer was a kiss planted squarely atop her juicy lips, and their tongues invaded one another's mouths, probing, testing, searching for traces of the juices each had slurped. They cuddled and hugged, and she felt his fingers stray across her boobs. One of his hands slipped down to the forest of pussy hair between her thighs and fingers pushed inside her gash. They found the clitoral bump his tongue had missed completely, and he was rewarded for his persistence when she throbbed in his arms and moaned passionately into his kissing mouth.

Not much of a come, Robin decided, but it was a start. She twisted her body as they lay so that she was rubbing him with herself from shoulders to knees, and she felt his prick swell up afresh, bumping insistently on her belly. She put a hand between them, caressing his dick, and when he slid her onto her back, she moved agreeably. "Please?" he asked. "One more time?"

She smiled up at him and nodded, touched by the fervor on his sweet young face. He was just a kid. He could keep his cock up all night. Her eyes drifted to the alarm clock on his desk, noting that it wasn't quite one in the morning. How many more times? Did it matter? It was for his own good. She spread her thighs and he got between them, instinctively rubbing his cocktip up and down the puffy lips of her cunt. Just for his good, she wondered. For hers, too.

Robin sighed as his cock penetrated her cunt completely on the first push. Her hands went up, bracing against his shoulders. "Not so fast," she warned. "Make it last a long, long time. You'll like it a lot better. Promise."

Sean smiled in reply. He rabbit fucked into her twat one more time before putting his hips into low gear as his pecker began to slide in and out of her cunt with almost excruciating slowness. Robin's pussy was damp but she could feel the friction of his dick rubbing the tingly walls of her cunt and she knew that the fuck would be good.

He was twisting himself from side to side as he screwed her, and the pulling of his cock had a super-nice effect on her cunt muscles. She could feel the tentative squiggling of flesh around her clitty, too, and it made her feel juicy inside.

"That's it," she sighed. "Take your time. We've got all night, lover."

Was this wicked? she asked herself. Really? Honestly? Helping a sweet young boy discover he was really a man? Of course not. And she wasn't half as horny as she'd been just an hour or so ago. "Yes," she told him, "ball me just that way." Her hips lifted and his prick slid even deeper into her oozing cunt.

"See," she panted, "it's easy to be friendly with a girl." Her stiff-titied boobs wobbled as a mini-tremor rippled through her cunt and she gave a muted moan.

Robin's head tossed from side to side on the bed. Sometimes she lifted her face so he could drop his and bring their mouths together. He was fucking her as if they'd always been lovers, but she was fully aware that she had led him on his way. And in the future, no matter whose pecker might be jabbing inside her cunt, she'd recall the night she insured Sean Willis a heterosexually successful life, and she'd have to smile madonnalike at the memory.

"What in the world is going on in here?" someone asked, and that was funny, because it was a piping, adolescent voice with just a trace of husk in it. And it couldn't be her voice, or Sean's, because they were kissing once more at that precise point in time.

"Mmmm," Robin purred, shaking her head to free herself from Sean's lips, and he moved his face, too, both of them looking towards the doorway where Jamie stood, her eyes as big as saucers.

CHAPTER THREE

"What are you doing?!" Jamie repeated, taking a couple of steps forward. Her eyes looked as if they were ready to pop out.

Robin pushed at Sean's chest and he slid off her, his prick jumping free of her tight slit. He rolled onto his back beside her, both of them staring at his sister in the doorway.

Jamie looked at Robin's flushed face and at her brother's stiff rod. Both of them were naked and sweating. She knew damned well what they'd been doing, but somehow she couldn't quite believe it. Her shy brother? "You were screwing!" she accused, the tone challenging them to attempt a denial.

There was no answer. "Well?" she insisted. "Weren't you?" Her fingers pulled unconsciously at the locks of auburn hair that streamed below her shoulders.

"Yes," Robin said resignedly. "That's what we were doing."

Jamie stared at Robin's lush body, not without a twinge of envious resentment. The older girl was like a blonde cat. Sleek, shiny hair, wide cheekbones, green eyes that tended to slant, a small chin set beneath sassy lips, wide and thin. And her figure, Robin's tits were plump and round, capped with dark nipples that looked like candy kisses on the cream of her boobs. So much better developed than Jamie's little titties. Envy mingled with admiration when Jamie studied the babysitter's cunt bush, a clump of curly gold that had been pressed flat beneath the pistoning weight of Sean's body, but a thick patch of pussy moss all the same.

And then her eyes fell upon Sean, lying naked, red-faced, beside Robin, his cock sticking up. He seemed too preoccupied with fright to worry about covering his hard on. Jamie hadn't seen her brother's dick in a long, long time, oh, except for the trouser bulges she'd noticed from time to time but even the dirty pictures she'd copped from his room hadn't quite prepared her for the sheer physical power that seemed to radiate out of the reddened cock sticking up from his wiry crotch fuzz.

There were butterflies in Jamie's stomach as she made herself understand that her brother had been fucking Robin, just like the people did in his sex pictures. That he'd been lying atop the blonde babysitter, ramming his cock into her cunt. That if she hadn't heard the noise and come to investigate, they'd have kept on fucking till both of them climaxed, till Robin squealed with her come and Sean filled her slit with his jism.

"So," she gloated. "Well, don't let me interrupt. Go on." Someone else seemed to be speaking through Jamie's voice, and there was a wicked insistence in her words.

Sean's eyes rolled helplessly and his cock began to soften. Robin slid to the edge of the bed, her feet dropping over the side. "Not on your Goddamned life!" she snapped. "I'm going downstairs to sleep on the couch. By myself!"

Jamie's lips twisted into a smile and her words were dripping with saccharin. "If you don't," she smirked, "I'll tell on you." There! She'd done it! What would they say to that? Besides, she'd looked at the photographs for so long, and now she had the chance to see a real fuck happening right before her eyes.

Jamie noticed that poor Sean's cock had shrunken and wilted now, just a little worm dangling from his crotch. He had to be scared. This was a lot more fun than teasing him with panty glimpses, Jamie decided.

Robin frowned. Bitch was too nice a word for this teeny aunt! And look at Sean! His hands were shaking and his prick had shriveled up pathetically. The poor kid was so scared he might never be able to get a hard on again, and that was too bad. He'd been improving by the minute, and now his sexual future hung in jeopardy.

Robin lifted her legs and lay flat out once more, her hand drifting down across Sean's belly. "I don't think we have any choice," she commiserated. Her hand encircled his prick. Two deft pulls, one squeeze, and his rod was hot and hard in her grip. Robin smiled encouragingly and parted her legs.

Sean looked at his sister, trying to read the blankness of her face. She had pulled the chair from his desk, removing Robin's piled clothing, and now she sat beside the bed, hands resting on her knees, lips curled into a terrifying smile.

"Come on," Robin invited, and the boy got between her legs once again. His prick was good and hard but his muscles had turned to water. Robin smiled cheerfully and she took hold of his dick, guiding it to the wet hole of her cunt. When the contact was made, she lifted her hips, engulfing his cock to the balls. His crotch bumped hers and their pubic hairs mingled. She moved her ass in a special way and he felt the clever tug of her cunt muscles on his prickshaft.

It was all the assistance Sean needed. He tried not to see Jamie's eagle eyed stare and he began to fuck Robin with all the passion that raged in him.

Jamie watched in fascination, moving her head this way and that to catch every aspect of the fuck scene before her. She had never guessed how beautiful the act of screwing really was. The pictures in Sean's books were nothing compared to what she was seeing now. There was a kind of grandeur in the steady drive of her brother's prick and a nobility in the way Robin's cunt sucked it home on each downstroke. And as she watched, Sean lowered his head a bit to suck at the stiff tips of Robin's boobs. The babysitter smiled with pleasure as the boy licked her nipples, and Jamie knew then that she wasn't the only girl in the world whose tits were so sensitive the slightest touch sent tingles rushing through her system.

Then Sean raised his head and his mouth met Robin's, just like actors kissing in a movie. It was so romantic, so lovely! Jamie's hand moved automatically, coming to rest upon her titties where they throbbed behind the loose fitting nightshirt.

Her eyes were transfixed by the image of Sean's ass lifting up and dropping down as he buried his cock again and again in Robin's cunt. She could bear the rustling of their crotch hairs, the swishing of Sean's prick as it moved between the juicy wet lips of Robin's cunt, and she felt her nipples grow stiffer, ever stiffer. They were making it together, her brother and her babysitter, fucking for their own benefit now, just as if she wasn't even there watching them screw. That made Jamie feel the strangest jealousy, as though she were being left out of a playtime game, and she wondered why she felt that way.

Sean gave a curious little choked grunt right into Robin's open mouth and he shoved his body hard against the babysitter's. His hips shook and quivered and somehow Jamie knew that her brother was coming. Robin moaned in delight, tangling her legs among his, and her fingers combed Sean's hair as he kissed her mouth and filled her cunt with his hot jizz.

"Wow!" Jamie whistled when the two of them had separated once again and were lying side by side. Sean's prick was limp again, and he was breathing heavily, sweat bubbling on his forehead.

Jamie leaned in close, scanning the wet, reddened slash in Robin's cunt mound. Sean's cum was dribbling out of the blonde babysitter's gash in viscous bubbly drops, some of it sticking in the girl's golden pussy curls, some oozing onto the sheet beneath.

Curiously, Jamie's finger darted out, scooping a gob of Sean juice from Robin's tender cuntlips. "Ouch!" Robin yelled as the younger girl's nail scraped the delicate flans of her twat.

"I'm sorry," Jamie apologized with due sincerity. "I just wanted to see." She turned the cummy finger before her eyes, studying it from a dozen angles. Sean's fuck juice was warm and sticky, oozing around like mercury on her fingertip. She'd only seen cum in his magazines and pictures -- never the real stuff. When she came, she didn't squirt out cream like this. Another of the differences between boys and girls?

She remembered Oral Orgy, the centerspread shot, with the jism-drenched redhead. Cum squirting into the girl's mouth. "Is this poison?" she asked suddenly.

"Of course not," Robin sighed, still high from her own little orgasm. "Some people even say it's nutritious."

Jamie held the finger closer to her lips. She hesitated a moment and then her tongue shot out, licking away the sperm sample. She puzzled over the taste for another moment, then flashed bright eyes towards the couple on the bed. "It tastes good!" she said happily. "Sweet, and salty, and creamy, all at the same time."

Robin nodded. "I could have told you that. Now, if you don't need any more cheap kicks."

"Was it fun?" Jamie cut in. "I mean, did you like it?" Sean nodded quickly, a definite yes. "How about you?" she asked Robin. "Didn't it -- didn't it hurt? Just a little bit?" The young girl was still unable to conjecture how an object as large as Sean's cock might fit comfortably inside a female body.

"No, it didn't," Robin said wearily. "It felt good and it didn't hurt at all. It's not supposed to."

Jamie weighed that for a moment. "Do you think I'd like it?"

"Probably," Robin nodded. "All girls like it, even if they lie afterwards and say they didn't."

Jamie pursed her lips and thought hard. At last she raised her head. "I want to try," she said. "Right now."

Sean looked at his sister unbelievingly, drinking in the plump thrust of her little titties, the lep bared to the thighs where her nightshirt rode high. What was he thinking about? Jamie wondered. About all the times he'd sneaked around to spy on her growing body? About the carelessness with which she sometimes displayed herself? The way she seemed to offer him a peek of her crotch now and then? His nudity left no hiding place for the interest which seemed to pulsate into his cock then as it stiffened afresh after two successive orgasms.

Robin saw his dick hardening and she saw that Jamie noticed, too. "It's none of my business," she conceded, "if both of you want to screw. I'm not going to stop you." She got off the bed and leaned her ass on Sean's desk, arms folded across her belly.

Jamie stood up. "I guess I should undress, huh?" she asked Robin, who nodded condescendingly. The young girl was flush-faced and her lips fluttered with her excited breathing. Impulsively she reached for the hem of her nightshirt, yanking it up and off so quickly Sean didn't have time to appreciate the fact that it was all she wore. Her brother's eyes caught the flash of the jerking garment and then she was beside him on the bed, pink and naked, her titties big-nippled, her cunny barely fuzzed at all.

She looked at him hesitantly, wondering if she'd gone too far, but by then he was upon her, fighting her leg open with his knees, fingers guiding his cock directly towards the frightened pink slice of her pussy. It was like a mad, desperate rape attempt, and Jamie screamed "NO!" at the top of her lungs, squirming in panic, slapping and pushing at her brother. Robin hurried to the bedside, plopping down upon the chair Jamie had abandoned.

"Take it easy," she cautioned Sean. "You don't just pile onto a girl and sock it to her. Not all the time, anyway." Sean drew back with a blush. "Are you a virgin?" she asked Jamie. "Do you still have your cherry?"

Jamie nodded. She'd forgotten all about her hymen! How could she endure letting Sean fuck her? His cock would touch her, membrane and, oh, God! Her protective hand closed over her young snatch and she cupped the plump bulge fearfully, hardly noticing the warmth and moisture that filled her palm. "Now I'm afraid," she said. "I know it's gonna hurt!"

Robin shook her head. "You might bleed a llttle," she acknowledged, "but there doesn't have to be any pain. Not if you're in the mood to be fucked. When I lost my cherry, I was having too much fun to notice."

Jamie's face was thoughtful. "Honest?" she queried.

Kids! Robin thought. She hunted around the bed till she found her cast-off panties. They were as good as anything else, and so old she didn't care what happened to them. She put them beneath Jamie's ass where they could catch any dripping trickle of cherry blood. "Okay," she said. "If you really want to do it, you should start off slow and easy. Sean, why don't you kiss her and feel her, the way you did with me? That's very relaxing."

"Kiss her?" Sean asked, staring goggle-eyed at his sister's beaming face. "Like we did?"

Robin nodded. "And feel her up, too. It might help if you touched him back, Jamie. Get comfortable with each other. Like that, but you can do better, if you're serious about this."

She eased her ass on the chair and watched the Willis children taking the first steps toward their incestuous sexual union. Sean kissed his sister, a little pecking touch on the lips, bath of them nervous and more than slightly embarrassed. The second time he smacked her, Jamie caught him by the head and held him tightly against her mouth, her own lips slipping open just enough to let some of her saliva flow into his. Sean perked at that and he pressed his sister down upon the bed, still kissing, still drinking her spit, his hands dropping down to test the firmness of her bare titties.

He caught a pink nipple between two fingers and squeezed it until his sister wiggled in delight, and then his hand skidded lower, tickling its way across the smoothness of her tummy, onto the rising plain of her cunt mound.

Like most brothers and sisters, they were not used to touching one another intimately, and Sean had several false starts before he actually dared to finger the tender lips of his young sister's pussy. She moaned deliriously when his fingers made contact with her gash, and her own hand seized his stiff, aching pecker, shucking up and down its rigid length in a skillful jacking fashion that came to her instinctively.

Sean was lost in the wet clutch of her mouth. He felt her tongue snake across his as they dueled back and forth, and Jamie's hot little fist wrapped around his cock was almost too much for him. Robin started as she saw him shudder and she was certain that he would geyser an arc of cum from his overheated young dick at any moment. She wanted to help him, but she didn't know how. It was his cock, his libido...

Sean got himself under control, relaxing his muscles, and Robin sighed in relief. Sean's fingers parted the tight mouth of his sister's rosy little cunt and they slipped inside, seeking her clitoris.

Jamie knew it as soon as he'd found her love trigger. A warm ripple of feeling sped through her body and she held his cock in a tighter, friendlier grip. One of his fingers touched the mouth of her cunt, poking at the tiny flanged lips, moving between them through the incredible tightness of his sister's twat until he bumped squarely against the cherry blossom that obstructed her passageway.

Jamie screamed at that touch, and her head seemed to explode in a burst of sounds and colors. Her ass bucked away from him and pulled frantically until all his fingers had slid free of her virgin cunt and her lips were no longer brushing his. Her hand still clutched his dick and she seemed torn between emotions.

"No," she said in a whisper. "I don't think I can go through with it. It hurt so much when you had your finger in me. How am I ever gonna be able to take this?" and she squeezed his peter to make her point.

Crestfallen, Sean looked to Robin for advice. The older girl sat shaking her head. It was too bad they'd both been determined to lose their cherries the same night. Jamie needed an experienced guy, one who could educate her to fucking the way Robin had done with her brother.

Robin scooted her chair closer to the bed, raising her knees and giving Jamie a spread view of the blonde-furred crack between the babysitter's thighs. "Look," she said, pointing to her open cunt. "You have a certain elasticity here. See my cunt? Touch it. Yeah. Put your finger inside it, not so deep! Your nails are too long. There. See what I mean? See how tight my snatch is?"

Jamie nodded, all eyes. Robin's cunt was just as tight as her own, or so it seemed. The younger girl could put the tips of her two smallest fingers inside the snug hole but no more than those two, for she was afraid of injuring Robin.

Robin's eyes swam as she felt Jamie testing her pussy. Cunt juice bubbled deep inside her twat and her clit throbbed suddenly. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she pulled back, and Jamie's hand fell away. "Anyway," Robin went on in a tense voice, "that's what I was talking about. I have a tight cunt, but I also had Sean's cock inside me without any trouble whatsoever. You just have to relax and let it happen. If you get scared, you tighten up and it'd be hard to even get a toothpick into your hole." She hoped she was being clear enough, but how did you talk about sex to a girl as young? Jamie wasn't exactly a child and she wasn't exactly in Robin's peer group and so the babysitter could only do her best.

"I think I get it," Jamie said. She looked at her brother. "Promise you won't hurt me?" He nodded solemnly, and the girl rearranged herself on the bed, so that she was almost sitting up. She put the panties underneath her ass once more, then slipped her legs apart so that her virginal twat winked open, and her arms reached out towards her brother.

Gently, carefully, Sean got between his sister's thighs, holding his breath as he lined up her pussy with his cock. Robin reached into the gap between their bodies, clutching at the boy's peter. She rubbed its tip up and down the raw red gate of Jamie's cunt, teasing until boy and girl alike were sighing with anticipation. "Pull your pussy open," she instructed Jamie, and the girl's little fingers flew down to tug at the lips of her snatch.

Robin could see the juice which drenched the rosy meat inside the young girl's puffy gash, and she knew that Jamie was as ready to get fucked as she'd ever be. Her breath was fast, her nipples were erect, and there was a pink flush of excitement on Jamie's upper body. "Okay," she told Sean, and her fingers led the knob of his dick into the tiny opening of his sister's twat.

The girl squealed when she felt the first penetration, but she willed herself to relax, to take it easy, just as Robin had instructed her. As more of Sean's knob inserted itself in her cunt mouth and the lips of her young twat stretched like rubber bands, Jamie raised her butt from the mattress. It didn't hurt! She gloated. It didn't hurt at all! Sure, it felt funny, but it didn't hurt!

And then his cock bounced against the baffler of her maidenhead. Jamie screamed at the agony of it, but her brother would not be denied. He moved forward, balancing his arms beside her half-risen body, and he pushed his throbbing cock in. Her cherry yielded gracelessly, straining as he thrust, and then it tore, allowing Sean's prick to plunge deeply inside her virginal cunt.

Jamie wanted to bawl but she couldn't. The pain was as sharp as the sudden puncture of her fingertip for a blood test at the Reckardsville Clinic, and it was just as fleeting. For a moment she hurt, and then the anguish was gone and she couldn't recall exactly how much pain she'd just felt. Sean's cock thrust hard as it passed the raw ruin of Jamie's cherry and she felt his rod coursing into her right, previously untapped channel, driving, driving, driving...

Robin jolted at the momentary look of panic on the young girl's face and she leaned forward, ready to intervene if it was necessary. But that strained expression almost immediately altered to one of interested participation. Jamie's eyes closed and her lips smiled and the pink tips of her chubby tits seemed to glow. When Sean's cock pulled back for a fresh stroke, Robin could see that it was daubed red with the vestiges of his sister's broken cherry, but there wasn't much blood, after all, and tat was for the best. A girl shouldn't be traumatized on her first fuck. Not that Jamie seemed in any danger of it. She tweaked and teased her stiff nipples and she shook her ass professionally as her young cunt swallowed up her brother's meat.

It hadn't worked out so badly after all. Could have been much worse. Of course, Robin reminded herself, she'd have to talk to them afterwards, convince them that this was only the beginning. No matter how much they enjoyed fucking each other, no matter how convenient it might be, they couldn't concentrate their sex drives upon one another. In that lurked danger. Sean must get over his shyness, if he hadn't already, and he must meet other girls, just as Jamie had to start meeting guys.

And wasn't she a poor one to be giving advice like that? Sean was only the second guy she'd ever fucked, for Dennis had taken her cherry and her heart with the same mighty thrust of his dick. Had he ever! She could feel his cock inside her hole right now, reaming her snatch like a dream. But they were all washed up. No chance they'd ever get back together.

She wondered if he was thinking about her now. But why should he? He had all those other girls at Columbus -- that was why they'd quarreled in the first place, why they'd called it quits. So why should he think about an ex-girlfriend, even if she had trouble forgetting him? Watching the Willis kids fucking now in front of her made Robin that much more horny and, without a conscious effort, she moved her hand into her crotch and began to fondle her pussy with love and affection.

She teased the cuntlips that were still damp and swollen from her fuck with Sean, that were still a bit sticky from the jism he'd poured into her pulsating hole, and she pinched her clit to its pulsing arousal.

Her ass began to squirm, rubbing the chair seat as she watched and diddled, and Robin felt her passion building. She'd climaxed once or twice with Sean, but those were just baby comes, good only for making her cunt feel all squishy and oozy. The boy had enthusiasm and he showed a lot of promise, but he wasn't Dennis. Someday, when he got experience, Sean would be a very good lay and she hoped he found a girl smart enough to appreciate it.

Shouldn't she feel ashamed of herself? Her mind suddenly asked. For seducing a shy, virgin boy and encouraging him to bust the cherry out of his little sister's cunt? I don't feel wicked, Robin defended. Not at all. She hadn't done anything except go along with what was requested of her, morally speaking. Oh, sure, she'd given Sean the come on sign, but hadn't she woken from a sound sleep to find him raunching on her tits and trying to take off her panties? He'd made the advances.

And his sister? Robin hadn't invited Jamie into the bedroom. The girl came of her own free will, requested a demonstration of fucking with blackmail exposure as the alternative, and finally had instigated what was going on now her defloration by her horny brother. None of that was Robin's doing.

No. Robin Mackenzie was innocent of any wrongdoing. She was only the catalyst that had brought the Willis kids to their mutual sexual initiation. And from the way their bodies thrashed on the bed as they fucked, she was certain that they hadn't regarded each other with total innocence all these years. Robin had never had any siblings and she really had no idea what brother-sister relationships were like. Even so, she knew that this one was something else altogether. They fucked as if they were dying to make it, hotter, more desperate, than anything in Robin's own experience. She shook her head.

Robin was only half watching at the moment Sean's ass made a convulsing, quivering shake in the throes of orgasm. Her thumb and finger were playing a fast one-two on her love button and she was passing into the release of her own climax. She heard him groan, saw him collapse onto Jamie, and part of her mind knew that the boy was filling his sister's sucking little pussy with his fuck goo. Robin's cunt rippled excitedly around her inserted fingers and her clit throbbed in delirious tremors as vibrant warmth flooded her body. She felt her toes wiggling happily, as they always did when she came. She knew only that it was good. It was all very good.

CHAPTER FOUR

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.

CHAPTER FIVE

Laurel Willis awoke early, as she always did. It was a habit with her, after years of sending the kids off to school. Her husband Sam was still asleep, and that was a habit of his. Her leg moved beneath the covers, bare and sleek, and it bumped against his hard dick. At least part of him was up early, she thought with a grin.

Well, he deserved to sleep a little. How often did a couple celebrate their seventeenth anniversary, anyway? And this one had been a corker. Dinner, dancing, and a few more drinks than either of them really needed at the Sportsmen's Club in Reckardsville. And ten the long drive to Lancaster for a night's shack up at the Columbus Pike Motel. Old memories, Laurel, she thought. They'd been there before.

Seventeen and a half years ago, to be precise, and it had stirred memories of her long past embarrassment when they pulled in last night.

Laurel was a junior at Reckardsville when she met Sam for the first time, and once their relationship had begun, there was no question of ending it.

Sam was a senior in business, preparing to join his father in the realty business there in town, and he was a college girl's dream. Gorgeous and lithe, even if he wasn't so awfully tall. But Laurel was just over five feet without shoes, and she thought their respective sizes were perfect mates. It was clear that he liked her, too, and they'd gone out the next night. Although she'd given him some encouragement just enough to keep him interested -- Laurel was careful not to let Sam go too far with the necking and petting.

And he'd been quite the gentleman, too, respecting her wishes. But he'd also made a date for the next weekend and she found herself accepting with excitement. Two or three more dates and Laurel was certain that she wanted no one but this man for the rest of her life.

It was early spring, too cold really, but they went to the drive-in just north of town, and they watched a Doris Day film, getting more and more involved with what they were doing inside the privacy of his father's car. During the intermission they moved into the back seat and, when the second picture came on screen, they hardly noticed. By the halfway mark of the film, she'd been divested of her panties and Sam Willis was getting ready to insert his condom clad prick within her trembling pink cunt.

He knew she was a virgin, that she was making the supreme sacrifice for him, and he was gentle with her. His cock fumbled its way inside her gash she was pretty sure Sam hadn't done much fucking breaking her cherry. There was a moment of sharp, almost unendurable pain, but her cunt spread to accommodate the presence of her lover's dick and she found herself thrusting with him, riding the barrel of his pecker joyfully. The latex of his rubber teased the flanges of her cunt and there was more intense stimulation of her clit than she'd ever gotten with her fingers during virginal diddling. She came before he did, and when his cock exploded, the battering bursts of cum that filled the tip of his rubber sent her skyrocketing into rapture.

After that there was no stopping them, nor any need to. Sam was considerate enough to wear a rubber when he fucked her, and she loved him for his concern. The next weekend they collaborated on stores to deceive their parents and they set out to find a motel where they could camp fill Sunday.

They'd rejected all the motels around town. What if someone saw the car and word got around? Lancaster, though, was a different story. Columbus Pike was the ideal spot for a shackup. Sam could park in the back and not be seen from the highway. So here they'd gone.

And what a weekend, Laurel thought. They'd tried everything. They'd even dared to use their mouths on each other, and she knew she'd never forget the first time Sam's cum bubbled out of his throbbing cock and filled her cheeks with its viscous saltiness. Laurel swallowed it without thinking twice. How many times since then had she done precisely the same thing? Now sucking Sam off was like second nature to her, but she couldn't forget that first, trembling time she had given him a blow job, and it made her smile.

On Sunday afternoon they returned to Reckardsville, no one the wiser for where they'd been, and in three more weeks their engagement was announced. After graduation they were married.

And it was a good marriage, too. Both of them were pushing the dangerous age of forty but they took pride in keeping fit and healthy. How could they be getting older when they felt so good?

Last night they'd come finally to the Columbus Pike Motel for a nostalgic reunion. This was the room they'd shared on that secret weekend years ago, and it hadn't changed much. Neither had the Willises. There was no one around to whom they owed explanations, and they'd fucked their brains out, Sam rising to the occasion time after time.

How could his cock get so hard so fast and so often? Laurel asked herself wonderingly. Didn't his dick ever tire? Thank God it hadn't. She'd impaled her cunt on that sturdy rod of his with wails of acceptance every time it was presented for her approval and, look she could see the sheet tenting up now as his hard-on thrust up from his sleeping groin. Her hand moved beneath the sheet to clutch his boner, to reassure her that it was indeed real and all hers.

Sam's eyes fluttered as his wife began to feel his dick and he breathed a grunt as he awoke. "What you doin'?" he mumbled.

Laurel smiled. "Just touching you," she said. "I love to touch you. Did I ever tell you that?"

He caught her hand beneath the cover and kept it on his cock. "I think I want to touch you," he said huskily, awake now.

Laurel's eyes went innocently big. "You're a monster!" she protested with mockery in her voice. "I think you're absolutely insatiable. They should write about you in those psychology magazines. A satyr. Is that what they call it?"

"Horny for you is what I call it," he corrected, and he moved towards her, meeting her halfway, for Laurel herself was in the act of climbing aboard his body.

She surfaced atop him, kicking the sheet which tangled at her heels, at the same time lifting her crotch to receive the head of his cock. Sam's prick entered her cunt easily, and she slid down to take his cock all inside her juicy twat. "Oh," Laurel sighed, "that feels good!" She wiggled her hips to suck his rod in deeply, and her cunt seemed to mold like hot plastic around his dick.

He had a big cock. A younger Laurel had found his prick breathtakingly big, but after two children and seventeen years of married sex, her snatch had no trouble accommodating his tool. Still, Sam filled his wife's cunt with his dong, and she felt wonderfully stuffed as she writhed upon him. His hands clutched the flanks of her body, smoothing her smoothness, and Laurel went onto her side, lifting one leg high to give him better leeway into her cunt.

"This is crazy," she said. "It's an indecent hour to be making love. Why, it can't be seven yet."

"What's crazy?" he panted, screwing his meat into her eager cunt. Sam lunged with sure, loving strokes, burying his cock and jiggling his balls in the cleft of her ass. She moaned each time his prick rammed inside her hole, her fingers digging his shoulders. After a full night of their most uninhibited fucking in several years, Sam was still as ready to put the prick to Laurel as she was to take it. Last evening she'd come till her pussy ached, but this morning there was a hungry hole between her leg, one that needed a dripping breakfast of jizz to make the day worth living.

She worked her cunt muscles to make his ride worthwhile, massaging his dick as it fucked in and out. Now and then he thrust deeper than normal, bumping his cock against the end of her cunt, and Laurel wailed to feel the insistent pressure. They had a solid marriage, indeed. It was as good for them in bed as anywhere else, and she knew that she was a lucky woman. A quarter of modem marriages ended in divorce and there were reports that the institution itself was dying. Not for Laurel and Sam Willis, she thought smugly. Not for them. Sam gave a cry of passion and he rammed his spurting prick into her quivering snatch. Laurel's own cum boiled out to meet his and they shuddered together until the heat of the moment had left them glowing and embraced.

Later Sam lay on the bed, sheet tossed over his deflated prick, watching Laurel as she dressed. She pulled her panties into place, smoothed the nylon, then slid the sweater over her head. Last of all she donned her slacks, turning to her husband with a shake of the shoulders.

Laurel leaned close for a kiss and as she did, her nipples made provocative points in the clingy stretch of her sweater.

Sam covered one tit with his other hand, squeezing it through the fabric. "Honey," he said apologetically, "I wish you'd wear a bra more often."

"What's wrong?" Laurel asked. "Don't you like my breasts any more?"

"It's not that... it's... well, it's Sean." Sam appeared to be just a trifle embarrassed. "Haven't you ever noticed the way he stares at you sometimes? Like when you wear that white top the one that's so thin and tight. Hon, you can see pink through the material."

Laurel shook her head, making "tak-tak" noises at her husband. "You're nothing but a dirty old man, Sam Willis! I'm his mother! I nursed him from those very same nipples, and if you're trying to imply -- oh, you're just making fun of me! I can tell! Besides, if you were a woman, you'd know just how confined a brassiere is. Thank God some girl finally had the courage to throw hers away!"

She waited a moment to see if he wanted to carry on the discussion, but he didn't. Triumphantly Laurel picked up the phone and called the desk. No, there had been no telephone messages for the Willises, and Laurel hoped that meant everything was under control at home.

The Hocking River used to flood parts of Reckardsville and Reckardsville University each spring until the Corps of Engineers stepped in and dredged a new channel for the Hocking. In the process a lot of private property was condemned and acquired by the state of Ohio, though not all this property was used. One house, for example, on what used to be Meigs Street was still standing, its windows long since broken out by vandals who had desecrated much of the building, but withal it was in good shape. Certainly good enough for the boys to make it their hangout.

There were mattresses in an upstairs room that they'd salvaged from the county dump, a cooler for their beer, a few centerfold pinups tacked to the wall. It was a good place to stay. Sometimes they even spent the night there, when they had nowhere else to go. But every time the boys looked around their decorated room, they felt a silent reproach gleaming at them from the walls, for it was here they'd planned to bring their dates and pickups for pleasant evenings of fucking, sucking, and drinking beer. So far, though, the only girl they'd managed to get inside was Timmy's cousin Marie, who would do anything but wasn't quite right in the head. And that cut into the fun a hell of a lot.

They were three, inseparable Punch Schroeder, his brother the Spider, and their friend Timmy Duff. They'd always run together, except for the two years Spider was in the Army, and they'd furnished this refuge with their own hands. And here they'd spent last night, brooding and drinking, tossing beer cans out the window to splash into the Hocking River. It was morning now, a chilly post-rain morning, though the sky was blue and bright to eastward where the sun rose out of the Ohio.

Punch's stomach was growling, so he opened a fresh beer to take the edge off his appetite. Timmy lay on a mattress, playing with his cock. He seemed to have a permanent hard-on and he was always jerking himself off. Fuckin' car smelled like a whore's panties from all Timmy's jism.

"Goddamn," Timmy muttered. "I'd been counting on sticking this up somebody's asshole, too. Guess it's goin' to waste."

"We tried," Punch commiserated, wiping beer from his lips. "Must've asked half a dozen bitches if they wanted to fuck, and not one of them said yes."

Not even Maxine, the fat waitress at the Blue Moon, out on Sugar Creek Road. She'd screw or blow any guy for a couple of bucks, but when they asked her, she only laughed and told them to get lost. Timmy bounced a beer can off her fat ass as she waddled away, but all that got them was thrown out on their own asses by a couple of husky construction worker types. Bad night anyway you looked at it.

"I need some nookie," Timmy chanted, jacking his prick harder. "Need some nookie real bad."

"Tell me if you find any," Punch said sarcastically. "I could use a little cunt myself."

The Spider sat on another mattress, his back against the wall, his Fidel Castro hat pulled down low and covering his face. Punch had supposed his brother was still asleep, but Spider flipped up the brim of his hat and his eyes were bright with nostalgia.

"When I was in Korea," he said, "we didn't fuck around with this nicey-nice shit. See a gook bitch with a wiggly ass, you just grab her by the cunt, drag her into the bushes, and get your rocks off." He smiled, remembering his Army days. Spider had only been a civilian for a few weeks and the old memories were strong and sweet.

Tim grunted as his cum squirted out to splash onto the dusty floor. He wiped his peter on the tail of his shirt, then zipped himself up. Spider crushed his beer can in a massive paw and flung it viciously through the window as Timmy panted in after-cum delight.

"The only way we're gonna get any pussy is to take it," he said, "Like men! You know what we ought to do? Same thing we always did over in gookville. Just go cruisin', and grab the best piece of pussy we can find. Like at the Pizza Shack or the Tasty Freeze. If she's good enough, we just [missing text]."

"Like that cunt we scouted last night?" Punch suggested. "Robin what's her name?"

"Fuckin' A!" Spider agreed. "That puss especially. Jeez, I can still remember the way those tits of hers swung around in that halter. Bet she's got more movin' parts than a wristwatch. Hot, too. Not like them gooks. You stick your cock in and they just lay there breathin' hard, like you're fuckin' a piece of dead wood."

"Christ, we could get in trouble," Timmy ventured.

"Shit, too!" Spider blurted. "Give some bitch a taste of what you've got in your pants and she'll be on her knees screaming for more. What's wrong, Tim? Don't you have any balls! You afraid to get your twat like a real man? Or would you rather sit around playin' with your dick all the time, like you do now?"

"Fuck you!" Timmy snapped. "I'm not afraid of nothin'!"

"So how do we do it, then?" Punch asked.

Spider flipped open a fresh beer. "Just like I said. We go cruisin'. Drive around town. We'll start early, so we can have a long time after to play, and we'll pick up the best piece of snatch we can find. Somebody really good."

"Like Miss Tits?" Punch suggested, snickering. "Right on!" Spider laughed. "How about you, Tim? You gonna come along or would you rather watch while we get some hot snatch?"

"Don't count me out," Timmy said. He had a curious voice, quivering and high-pitched, still changing. "I'd rather fuck a hot cunt than eat my dinner."

CHAPTER SIX

Jamie smiled at her mirrored image. No doubt about it, she was a doll! Yesterday she'd thought her face was hopeless, the nose all wrong, the chin too prominent, but today she knew better. Beneath that boyish face she was a woman, a real woman. It made her feel so good she wanted to kiss her reflected picture. But on the other hand, she wouldn't be at all upset if her mother should hire Robin Mackenzie to baby-sit again. Jamie could still taste the honey juices of Robin's pussy, and she licked her lips enthusiastically, savoring the memory.

What a trip! Jamie thought. Both of them heated up from kissing and touching in the tub, and neither of them knowing exactly what to do once they were in bed. Oral Orgy had helped, though. It was Robin's first exposure to actual sex pictures, and her sexy, feline face had flushed just a little, but that had passed quickly. And neither of the girls had proven to be shy about one another's cunts. With lips, fingers, tongues, even teeth they'd sucked each other's twats into creamy, bone-dissolving orgasms. Sean had been so jealous when he heard about it, but was it the girls' fault if he'd fucked himself silly and was lying asleep while they lapped each other to heaven?

Jamie whipped off her top and bra, rubbing her plump titties until the nipples stood up stiff and hard. Her pink teats yearned to be kissed and suckled once again and she knew someone who'd enjoy doing just that for her. Quickly she stripped off her shorts and panties, then stuck her head out the door and trilled, "Sean, could you come up here for a minute?"

When her brother entered her bedroom, Jamie was lying on the bed naked, rolling from side to side as she hugged her enormous stuffed panda. Sean gulped hard but he went to her side all the same, dropping to his knees beside the bed.

"Hey," he warned in a low voice, "this is crazy. What if Mom comes up?"

Jamie looked over the panda's shoulder. "It's okay, chicken. She and Daddy both left with Robin. I think Mom was going over to Mrs. Dowden's." Jamie raised her eyebrows. "So?" she asked. "Are you still too tired to get a hard-on?"

He was with her in a twinkling, naked and ready, fighting to replace the panda's body with his own. Jamie surrendered with a giggle and she wrapped her legs around him as they rolled on the bed. His hard-on was jammed like a pole between their bodies and the girl reached in to touch his stiff rod. Sean moaned at the rough caress of her fingers and his cock seemed to get even harder.

Jamie unclasped her legs and guided him onto his back. She knelt beside him, smiling when his hands clutched her tits, and she bowed her head to kiss every inch of his face. Sean closed his eyes and enjoyed it. Her tongue lolled across his mouth, drenching his skin with her saliva. She bit his chin playfully and moved down his neck. Jamie kissed and licked his collarbone, dropping onto his nipples till they were as erect as her own, and then lower, lower, across his stomach. Her tongue reamed his navel, each swipe making a fresh chill shoot up Sean's backbone. God, those times he'd sat playing with his cock and looked at dirty books, dreaming that someday he'd conquer his shyness and find a girl who could love him just like this and then to find that girl, in the person of his own little sister! It was too fucking much!

Her mouth tugged at a clump of his dark curly crotch hair, Sean's ass lifted from the mattress. Her hand wrapped around the base of his stiff pecker, clutching his rod just above the balls, and he knew that she was about to blow him. How often had the boy dreamed of a girl who would take his throbbing prick inside her mouth and suck it till his fuck cream gushed into her willing throat?

Jamie suckled the tip of her brother's cock, rolling her tongue upon it till it was sopping wet, and then she let her lips slide free, so that his spongy knob sprang into the air. Her lips puckered and she blew soft warm breath across his wet prickhead. Sean made an oohhh sound and she felt his tool throb even harder in her hand. Jamie had never sucked a cock before, but she knew she could do it. Quick as though she'd made her mouth into a wide O and his cock was suddenly inside her warm, wet cavity.

Her lips grew tight on his shaft, cheeks sucking m, and she applied all the pressure she could summon. It seemed to work. His cock felt as if it were growing stiffer, bigger. She moved her head slowly, taking more of his shaft inside. Sean's prick slide across her tongue, sinking into her mouth till the girl felt as if she might gag. His cock hadn't seemed this big even when it was lodged inside her just busted cunt. How had she ever been able to take all of his pecker?

Something else, too. In Oral Orgy there had been a photo of a girl with her lips pressed right against her guy's balls, all of his cock stuffed into her mouth. Obviously it had something to do with throat muscles. After all, a stiff cock wouldn't bend like rubber. Some of it had to slip inside the throat. Jamie decided to experiment.

She took her fingers off her brother's dick, drew in a deep breath around the imbedded portion, and willed her body to relax. She'd read something about yoga, and she tried to recall the procedures.

She commanded her mind to think of the most pleasant, soothing subjects, and she requested her body to loosen up. Jamie worked her tongue around the inserted dong, allowing it to come farther inside a centimeter at a time. Sean was horny and anxious, but he could sense that she was trying something very special and he wrestled to contain his passions. Jamie could feel the repressing tension of his muscles and so she moved her ass closer to his hand, giving him something to play with while she got ready. His hand moved into the barely fuzzed region between her upper thighs and started to massage her cuntlips.

That helped her relax. Jamie's mind soared into the clouds. Now she was floating on soft, cottony billows in the sky, weightless, careless. Her feet were suspended in the air and she was buffeted dreamily by the gentle winds. Only the touch of her tingling lips upon the wrinkled sac of Sean's balls could break the spells she had cast upon herself, and when that happened she opened her eyes wide, still not believing that she had actually sucked in all of her brother's cock.

Part of his meat was riding in her upper throat! She had bypassed, conquered her gagging reflex. She could kiss his balls while she used her mouth on his prick! Jamie sighed, a low, husky rumble of a sigh that vibrated from deep in her belly to tingle alongside the inserted shaft of Sean's cock, making the boy hum in harmonic counterpoint.

She pulled her head back slowly, withdrawing until only his knob was wedged between her lips, and then she moved forward once again, sucking his rod back in. Jamie had to know if it was a lucky fluke or an acquired ability.

Her mouth descended on his cock and she felt his shaft gliding across her tongue again, pushing home... home... The girl gulped and once again she had swallowed her brother's dick. She was throat-sucking his cock with no discomfort whatsoever!

Jamie threw her mouth into gear and began to suck her brother's prong with everything she had. Jamie's head was a blur of motion, reflected in her mirror, but neither of the kids was looking in that direction and neither of them was able to appreciate the visual effect. Sean lurched and bucked as he felt her go into action and he rubbed all the harder on her hot little pussy.

Jamie was perilously close to orgasm right then, from the fabulous sensation of having his cock twitching in her throat and from his finger action on her twat, but she wanted more! She wanted to scream and sob and explode in a cum-frenzy, her body popping like a string of firecrackers, and so, without releasing Sean's cock from her sucking mouth, she moved her lower body, planting her ass directly above her brother's face. He could eat her cunt like a good little boy or she would smother him with the aromatic drippings of her pussy.

Sean had experimented with cunt-lapping last night with Robin, but he felt as though he were still on his learner's permit. Even more, though, he wanted to make his sister feel as good as he felt, and so his tongue speared out and he began to lick at her sweet wet gash. The hot musky smell of her cunt was fucking intoxicating, he told himself. His head swam in numb delight the way it did when he sneaked a drink from his father's liquor cabinet. But Jamie's pussy was fresh and tasty. It didn't burn the way bourbon did, although it took his breath away in much the same fashion. He flipped his tongue across her clitoris, snapping excitedly at the already stiffened pleasure bud, and he felt the perfumed flow of cunt juices oozing from her gash, dripping onto his ups and chin, filling his nose with their fragrances.

Jamie sucked his prickshaft with her lips, working her tongue as best she could, and she jiggled his balls as her head continued to bob up and down. She was amazed to find how easy it was taking his cock all the way in, how absolutely, incredibly full her gullet was, almost as if she'd stuffed herself at the banquet table and was struggling to force down a few last bites. Drool flowed from her O-shaped lips and there were bubbles of her spit in his crotch hair and on his wrinkled nuts.

Each time she used her fingers on his balls she could hear him whimper, could feel that whimper transmitted from his smacking lips onto the swollen flanges of her pussy, onto the throbbing tip of her clitty. Her cunt was as wet as if she'd just come from the bath and she knew that her brother was drinking deeply of her pussy juice. Fair was fair. It wouldn't be long till he filled her mouth with his own juices.

She'd tasted a drop of his jizz last night and she was anxious to get a full load. Robin had told her there was nothing like having a guy shoot off in your mouth and Jamie felt a curious excitement as that inevitable moment drew nearer and nearer.

The young girl erupted first. Sean's tongue nuzzled her love button and he had his fingers in the crack of her butt, one digging at her tight little asshole, the others squishing around in her sopping pink gash. Jamie tightened her legs on his temples, making sure that he couldn't stop, now that she was there! Her trigger went crazy and she felt good all over. Her mouth moved faster and faster as the come fever swept through her body and she squeezed almost brutally on her brother's balls. The precious bags banged together with such force that Sean moaned in bass and fuck juice began to fly from his cock in an apparently endless stream.

Jamie's eyes rolled as she felt him shoot off. She was in the midst of a full downstroke with her head, and his cock was sliding into the upper part of her throat. Cum spilled out, the spurts battering against the walls of her gullet, and she lost control completely.

She didh't even have time to get a good, thorough taste of her brother's jism. It was bubbling into her so fast, so hard, she had to swallow or drown, and she swallowed. It felt as if his spunk was running out her ears! He gave her a river of jizz, and there was no way she could gulp fast enough to get it all down. Great creamy gobs poured out of her mouth, dripping onto the outside of Sean's balls that were still squirting it out, and more took a wrong turn when Jamie made the mistake of trying to breathe as she swallowed.

A spasm of choking hit her and she had to release his spitting fuck pole befire she bite it off. Sean's cock skidded out of her mouth, squirting, creaming, and Jamie cuddled it in her hands while she coughed. Spunk dribbled from her nose, down her upper lip, and back into her mouth. She snorted and coughed again, finding that her passages were cleared.

Some of Sean's cum was still sloshing in her mouth when she raised her fingers and licked away the droplets of fuck juice that had spilled across them. So hard, so hot, so sweet, and he'd been just down the hall all this time. Jamie slurped greedily at her sticky fingers, cleaning away the jizz.

She released her brother's head from the sweet prison of her thighs and lay down beside him, both of the kids breathing heavily, unable to speak for the joy they felt. Silently Sean placed one of his hands on her left tit, holding that tender morsel in a soft, loving grip. Jamie sighed and her hand moved once again onto his cum-smeared prick, cuddling the depleted tool in a manner that needed no words to express feelings.

After a long while the girl finally spoke. "I'm gonna change my name," she said in a faraway voice.

"Huh?" Sean sighed, orgasm-stoned.

"My name," she repeated. "I mean, Jamie is so little-girlish. Don't you think? It must have sounded cute when I was a little kid, but I'm not a kid any more."

"And how," Sean agreed, sliding his head down her body so he could suck on her nearest nipple. Jamie petted his hair and let her mind rove.

Her real name, the one on her birth certificate, was Jacqueline. "Jamie" had been a natural compromise for family nickname. It was cute and it was more or less a literal translation of Jacqueline into English. Now it was time for a change. She didn't want to be Jacqueline. Jamie felt that her newfound adulthood entitled her to a new name if she so chose.

"I'll be Noelle," she said in a clear, confident voice. Noelle was her middle name and it sounded very grown-up, very sophisticated. "How do you like it?" she asked her brother.

He lifted his mouth from tit-sucking. "Sounds sexy," he agreed. "Like an actress?"

Jamie mused. She hadn't want to be an actress in months currently her life's ambition was to be a model but "Noelle Willis" rang nicely as a stage name. "Well, kid," she went on, "how'd you like to get it on with sexy Noelle? You've already balled Robin and Jamie. This would be your third girl in just a few hours. Ohhhh -- I can tell you like the idea!" Her hand was cradling a prick that was rapidly returning to a full, throbbing hard-on. She made a little-girl giggle and puckered her lips for the kiss en route.

"What's the difference between Jamie and Noelle?" he wondered innocently, lying on his back. His sister straddled his body, her hand guiding his pecker towards her descending snatch. She smiled, touching her twat with his knob.

"The difference, stud, is that Noelle Willis is gonna lick your ass off. She knows what she wants and you'd better be able to deliver!"

Jamie hesitated a second, with the tip of his dick squarely implanted in her cunt mouth, and the phone rang downstairs, its shrill tone cutting like a knife into their impending fuck. "Oh, SHIT!" she groaned, hopping off the bed and grabbing her top and shorts. As she went through the door into the hallway, she was sticking one leg into the shorts, trying to get them on. She couldn't go downstairs naked, she told herself. Someone might see her through the window and, who knows? Maybe it'd get back to Mom. Jamie couldn't cope with that possibility.

She came back in a few minutes, loosely but fully dressed, in her outer garments at least. Hesitating beside the bed, she looked down at her still hard-pricked brother. "It was Mrs. Murphy from church. She wondered if Mom would be interested in working a booth at the bazaar." Shaking her head, she added, "Where were we?"

The top she wore was an old one, and it had fit her before the blooming of her boobs. Now it clung to the curves of her ripe young tits, showing off the fat pink nipples that poked boldly at the material. Sean's eyes were focused upon those nipple points and their clearly reliefed outlines. "What's wrong?" she asked. "You look like somebody just slapped you with a wet pussy."

"Nothing," he apologized. "I was just looking at your nipples. That's really sexy, Jamie."

She dropped her shorts but kept on the shirt as she remounted the bed. "You think so?" she asked. Their mom went around the house that way all the time, Jamie thought, with no bra and her nipples sticking out. She wondered if Sean ever looked at their mother the way he was looking at her right now. If he could get a hard-on for his sister, she supposed it wouldn't make much difference if he did for his mother, too.

Jamie took him by the cock. On her way back upstairs, she'd decided that she wasn't ready for Noelle yet. Right now she still wanted to be cute little Jamie, but with an important difference. She guided her brother's dick into that important difference, ramming it as deeply into her cunt as she'd taken his cock in her mouth a little while ago. Her cunny muscles began to play a symphony on his driving rod and she gurgled with the delight of it.

"Boy," he said, "if Mom or Dad comes home too early, we're gonna be fucked."

"I don't know about you," Jamie shot back breathlessly, "but I'm counting on being fucked. Get with it, stud!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was a rotten day for hunting gash. The boys had been cruising for a couple of hours, but so fax nothing had turned up. Nothing worth snatching, at least. Punch was behind the wheel while the Spider took the jumpseat. Why shouldn't he? It was his idea, wasn't it? Find a girl, grab her, screw her buns off.

All those bitches were dying for it, anyway. Everybody knew that. Once a cunt had been plugged by some real men, she'd be on her Goddamned knees begging for more prick. Punch could see it now. A gorgeous blonde, she had to be a blonde, with baby blues and fucking enormous titties, whimpering and bawling, "Please, Punch honey, let me suck your cock just one more time. I love it when you shove that big dong into my mouth so hard, so deep. You can come in my face, you can fuck me in the ass, but please, please let me taste your pecker one more time!" He smiled.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Timmy chortled. "Two fuckin' quail!" Punch looked ahead and Goddamn! Timmy was right! The one nearest the curb had a skinny ass; she'd really yelp when she got plugged, but Christ, would it be tight! Punch geared down the brakes weren't too good and he eased towards them.

Spider's hand clutched the door handle, ready to fling it open and make his grab, and Timmy was ready, too, in the back seat. The car slowed and stopped, right beside the chicks. They turned towards the Chevy to see what was up. Timmy moaned and the Spider growled, "Ah, shit!"

From the rear it had looked exactly like two chicks, but along side them it was painfully obvious that the one with longer, silkier hair and a skinny ass was a guy, his mustache as silky as his tresses. "Fuckin' long-haired fags!" Punch growled as he jammed the '58 into forward and drove away.

Punch had a brainstorm on their way up the street. That was not a frequent occurrence, but this one seemed to make up for the recent idea drought. "Got it," he grinned. "Let's stake out the old Cemetery Road. Betcha we can grab a college chick on her way to the campus. They use the old footbridge at the bottom of the hill."

"Yeah," Spider agreed, "and we can take our pick, too. We won't have to settle for the first hog that comes along."

"'Bye," said Robin as Mrs. Willis left the car at the mouth of Marshfield Road. Robih liked Mrs. Willis, sort of. She appeared to be in her late thirties but she was nice looking and friendly, and she and her husband Sam appeared to have a very good relationship, like they were still in love with each other or something. They both seemed to smile a lot, especially at one another.

Robin wondered if they'd still smile knowing what had gone on in their house last night. But she didn't really care. After all, she hadn't really done anything, except reply to Sean's advances. The boy had started at all. Robin was only the catalyst. Sean and Jamie would probably have ended up screwing each other sooner or later anyway. She'd only helped it to happen last night instead of some other time. Had it really hurt anyone, after all? She could sense an improvement in both their personalities after the passing of just one night. Sean wasn't so painfully shy and Jamie certainly wasn't as bitchy. Maybe fucking each other was what they needed.

As for herself, she was gonna make sure she got what she needed, too. She'd call Dennis this evening, tell him how sorry she was, offer to make up for it. Yes indeed! As they drove up Richland towards the center of town, she started rehearsing for the conversation, playing both parts in her mind.

Robin stretched and yawned, interrupting her premonition of what Dennis would say to her, and she looked at Mr. Willis. He had one eye on the road and one on her. Robin looked down her front quickly and she saw that her top was half-undone. Damn buttonholes! They needed to be sewed a little tighter. Her top was gaped open and she knew from his sudden flush that Sam Willis had been eyeing her right nipple, exposed by the out ofplace flap in front.

She smiled, wanting to tell him there wasn't any harm done, and she tugged her garment into place, tapping the bow just above her bare tummy. He was still giving her a funny look, though, and she felt just a little sorry for him. He was a nice man, so it seemed, and she didn't really mind if he looked at her tits. They were hers, after all, to do with as she pleased.

"Oh, Mr. Willis," she said, leaning forward in the seat and pointing. "Could you let me out here? At Cemetery Road? It's the shortest way to where I'm going." She had the twenty dollars Laurel Willis had promised and now she was going to buy herself the shorts and top outfit at the Boutique.

Robin opened the door and hopped out as the car came to full stop, waving to Sam as he turned back onto Richland Avenue. The charm and vitality were bubbling over as she started down Cemetery Road towards the footbridge which spanned the muddy former bed of the Hocking River.

Robin strutted down the cobblestoned street, listening to the tap-tap-tap of her heels. She could see herself in that knockout suit right now, and she could feel Dennis' hands stripping it gently from her body. She smiled. The crotch of her jeans rode high, rubbing her gash as she walked. There was nothing beneath her clothes except Robin. She'd contributed her panties last night to mop up the bloodspots of Jamie's broken cherry, so of course wearing them again was out of the question. Besides, it felt good to be pantyless. The denim of her jeans fit so tightly round her ass and along the line of her cunt that she'd been wet all day, and Robin enjoyed the feeling very much.

At the footbridge Robin suddenly stopped short. "Oh, CRAP!!" she yelled to the heavens and to the departed pioneers sleeping on the bluff overhead. She had forgotten her Goddamned son of a bitching purse! It was, still in Sam Willis' car! Robin kicked a medium-sized rock into the mud below and turned to go back up the hill. Mr. Willis would have to make the circuit, so maybe she could catch him, flag him down as he headed south on Richland. Otherwise she'd have to walk all the fucking way back to his house. Don't it always seem to go? she asked herself.

But her heart was chipper as ever and as she ascended the sloping street, she sang to herself, in a soft true voice, "This Wheel's on Fire".

She was still singing it when the '58 Chevy slid out of the graveyard entrance, blocking the road before her.

She knew them as soon as she saw the car. That Chevy was as much a Reckardsville landmark as the old cemetery. It was scummy, dirty, held together with baling wire and body putty. The muffler was cracked and noisy and black smoke puffed from the tailpipe. Robin grimaced. It was the same guys who'd bothered her at the Tasty Freeze last evening, the Schroeder brothers and Timmy Duff. Christ, if they got fresh with her now, she'd bust their fucking balls!

Spider jumped out of the car. "Hi, honey," he leered. "How's tricks?"

"Fuck off, creep," Robin growled like an angry cat. Spider frowned back at her and he started around the front of the car, his brother sat behind the wheel and he said something to Spider. Was it "Go ahead"?

Robin blinked when she got her first full-length view of the Spider. His pants were distended with a bulging hard-on. A sound and a flash of motion distracted her as Timmy leaped from the back seat. Good God! His trousers were unzipped and his limp pecker dangled through the fly. Robin started to back away.

Moving backwards in high platform heels has its difficulties, particularly on a sloping cobblestoned roadway, and Robin learned that very quickly. She tottered, struggling to regain her balance, hands flying in the air. Timmy jumped to grab one wrist and the Spider took the other. Robin straightened up, equilibrium recaptured, her hands caught in fight, strong grips.

Timmy looked savagely gleeful. He humped and bounced on his heels, that limp dick flipping and flopping. How disgusting! the girl told herself. "Leggo of me, you bastards!" she screeched.

"Come on," Spider grunted. "Into the car." His voice was crisp and brutal. Robin did a double-take, her eyes blinking furiously. "Come on, cunt!" he snapped, giving her arm a fierce jerk.

"Hurry up," Punch called. "I can't hold this foot brake all day!"

Robin tried to scream, but her throat was frozen. Spider's face was close to her cheek and she heard him give a throaty whisper. "Got something big for you, bitch. Ought to cure you of fuckin' dogs." He tugged at her hand, pulling it down to rub bn his crotch. She could feel the heat of his stiff cock through his pants and her vision went blank for a moment. The fumes of his bad, beer-laden breath were overpowering and Robin's head reeled.

She opened her eyes to find that she was already halt shoved into the back of the Schroeder car. It smelled as bad as Spider's breath. She could detect the separate odors of dirty socks, spoiled food, and rancid, dried-up cum, and she wondered what the hell went on in this beat-up Chevy. One of them was shoving her ass, fingers jabbing at her tight crotch, and she felt as if she were about to vomit. Her mind formed a prayer.

And her hand, skidding on the back floor, made contact with an empty beer can. She seized it determinedly. Robin got her upper body half turned and she threw the can right into the Spider's face. He let go his hold on her and she shook her other foot free of Timmy's grip, sliding from the car, ready to run for her life.

Spider snarled a filthy word and he reached, fingers locking in the collar of Robin's top. The material ripped down her back and she felt it ride high, immobilizing her as it gouged into her armpits. That immobilization lasted only a few seconds but that was all Timmy and Spider needed. Timmy's hands caught on her bare waist and held on for dear life. Robin slapped him with one arm, the other tearing at his fingers. His head pressed against her left tit and she could feel every panting breath that whistled from his lips.

Spider grabbed Robin's ass and twisted it up high, behind her back. He spun her around to face him and she couldn't hide her bare tits, exposed as they were by the falling of her ripped blouse. He smiled and took one dark nipple in his fingers, pinching it cruelly. Robin winced and groaned. "Oh, that's nice," he leered.

Timmy looked on goggle-eyed. Hadn't he ever seen real, bare tits before? Robin wondered insanely. And, God! How could this be happening to her? Rape? Now?

Tim's hand stole up as if he meant to touch one of her boobs, but the Spider barked at him abruptly. "Later!" He nodded toward the car. "Come on. Let's get her inside and haul ass out of here."

"Look at the ass we're haulin', too," Timmy chortled, rubbing her hindquarters with his wet palm.

Robin's lips were daubed bright red but that cosmetic coloring was ringed in pale white and a thin fringe of spittle bubbled from her mouth. Her heart was thumping madly and she felt cold all over. There seemed to be no strength or resistance in her body as the two boys dragged her once again towards the car. Spider pushed at her shoulders to fit her through the doorfame and she sat on the edge of the seat mumbling something, her legs sticking out the door.

"Huh?" Spider bellowed, and she saw him look up. A sound a rumble, a rolling and Robin's head turned, too. She stared through the far door glass as a car crested the hump of Cemetery Road and moved down the slope towards the '58 blocking the way. Now neither of the boys was actually holding onto Robin, but it took her a moment to realize that, and another moment to realize whose car was coming.

Her eyes mapped into life and she made a grunting sound. Her foot shot out and she kicked the Spider right in the crotch. She felt her shoe heel bump his hard-on, his balls, and she heard him scream shrilly with the sudden, unexpected pain. He doubled up, clutching his abused nuts, and she sprang for her life.

Timmy reached for her, but Robin's hand flew up, nails scraping his puffy-fleshed face, leaving red strips of torn tissue behind. He slapped at the burning wound and she fled past him.

"Mr. Willis!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "MR. WILLIS!!"

The flaps of her shirt were undone and whipping in the air as she ran, but it never occurred to her that he was looking directly at her dark-pointed tits. Sam stopped his car and moved to get out, but by then Timmy had pushed a pain-sick Spider into the '58 and himself after. Punch threw the car into forward and they wheeled away in a cloud of black rolling smoke, ignoring the stop sign at the Avenue.

"They tried to rape me!" Robin wailed, making no effort to cover her bare tits. Sam left his car and went to meet her. She melted into his arms, racked by dry sobs, and he could feel her boobs grinding against him, hot and warm.

"You forgot your purse," he said lamely, not sure how best to console her. "Come on," he added. "I'd better take you straight home."

Spider lay on the mattress in their hangout, still clutching his aching balls, still muffling with the brutal agony of it all. There was a can of beer beside him, but he didn't want it. Beer made him piss, and he knew that one good piss would kill him.

Timmy slurped at his own can. His lips were beer foamy when he spoke. "Shit! Nothin' seems to go right for us. That rotten twat!"

"Yeah," Punch agreed. "Jesus, I think she nearly killed the Spider."

Spider rolled onto his side, still massaging his wounded pride. "Goddamn that slut to hell! If I had her here right now, I'd fuck her ass off. And then I'd beat her to death. Slow." The thought of fucking made his balls ache and throb all the harder. "Oh, Christ," he groaned, "she's gonna pay for this! I mean, she's gonna pay through the fuckin' pussy!"

Timmy felt the scabbing wound on his cheek. "She ought to," he agreed. "She owes us."

Punch nodded. He didn't know how they proposed making her pay, but he trusted his brother to come up with something. The Spider was no dummy. That was for fuckin' sure.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"It doesn't look like your parents are home," Sam ventured as they pulled to a stop in front of her house.

"Oh, there's just me and Mom," Robin said, smiling bravely. She seemed to have calmed down a bit, but her tummy still fluttered whenever she thought of those degenerates with their Goddamned hands on her body. "My Dad died when I was eleven. I guess Mom's working. At the Pepsi plant, you know? She works about every other Saturday."

Clutching her purse, the buttons and tie of her top rescued, Robin hesitated a moment before getting out. "God, I hate to go in by myself," she sighed. "Would you... I mean, would you mind..."

He walked her to the door and waited while she found her key. Robin knew the house wasn't fancy, but it was clean and respectable, all the same, and she wasn't embarrassed to have him come in.

But once inside the door all her composure seemed to vanish. Her head grew dizzy and she swayed on her feet. Sam caught her before she fell and she leaned against his body, drawing renewed strength from his presence.

"You poor kid," he commiserated, and she could see the sadness in his eyes. She hoped he understood that it was only because it was those guys who had tried to carry her away. Someone nice, someone demy, mamas decent, she caught the fresh, manly smell of his aftershave, even the scent of his unscented deodorant, and she felt the strength pulsing in his arms.

"I'm weak as a kitten," Robin sighed. "My heats going a mile a minute. See," and with that she took one of his hands and delicately placed it on the ascending curve of one boob that he might feel her pulsing excitement through the layer of her shirt and the warm cushion of her skin.

She held his hand there, sighing languidly as her excited flutter began to die down, and his fingers molded around the curve of her tit, touching her firmly but not possessively. Robin's pulse rate slowed a bit, and then it started to speed up once more and she felt a different kind of fluttering inside her body.

Her eyes darted up to examine Sam's face. He was blushing unawares, it seemed, and he was breathing a bit heavier than normal. Robin's leg moved demurely and touched Sam's lower belly. He was getting a hard-on inside his pants! Curious, she removed her hand from his to see if he'd let her go. He didn't. His fingers clung to her curvy jug, remaining there now of their own volition. He seemed not to notice that he was holding her tit. She cuddled her head against his chest, relishing the way her temple grazed his chin. There was such a sexy man-smell to him, she decided. All man. He made her think of Dennis. How long would it be till they were lovers once again? Why did the hours have to crawl by so slowly?

A careful glance down Sam's belly revealed to Robin that his cock was still erecting. He had a big tool. It seemed to fill the front of his pants, which were fashionably tight and just right for showing off a big hard-on. No wonder Mrs. Willis always had such a happy smile, Robin told herself with an inward giggle.

Something flashed across his eyes. He seemed to realize that he was cupping her titty, that she was no longer forcing him to do it. He let go quickly and put his hand on her shoulder. Robin melted against him, rubbing him more closely, her other boob rubbing his chest. Sam tried to pull back his crotch, obviously to keep her from noticing the hard-on he'd just discovered growing.

He was a beautiful guy, she thought, dark haired, dark-eyed, built like a dream even if he was a little on the short side. But he didn't seem to be a bit short where it counted. Not at all. Robin pulled away from him, a thin, sad smile on her face, her cheeks dimpled ever so pathetically just like the little girl trying to keep from crying. "Gee," she said, "I'm still shook up. Would you mind sitting with me awhile? Mom probably won't be back till later, and I'd hate to be alone right now."

Sam nodded, though it was evident he'd rather say no. "Sure," he said, "I can stay a little while."

"Great," she said. "I'll find a couple of drinks for us." She went into the kitchen, noticing as she turned the corner that Sam was engaged in reshuffling his half-hard dick inside his pants.

He was sitting in a chair in the living room when she returned, his legs crossed and high so that another hard-on, if one might occur, wouldn't be so obvious. Robin gave him his cola, then sat down on the couch with her own.

Her posture didn't satisfy her at first, so she shifted herself two or three times, looking for just the right angle of repose. It was the jeans, she knew. They were so tight they dug into her legs and thighs and -- good God! -- her gash, but these days tight jeans were in, and the stares they drew for her were worth any discomfort.

At last she drew her legs up onto the seat, knees pointing skyward, heels pressed against her ass. Her arms locked around her shins and she rocked a little, stretching the tight fabric even tighter. Mmm, that felt good! The pants were very snug against her otherwise bare cunt right now, really rubbing some feeling into her horny young snatch. Maybe she could get herself off, or nearly off, right there, with Sam watching. And he wouldn't even know!

Or would he? She decided that it would be fun to see if he guessed what she was up to. Sam Willis was a nice guy, pretty straight, she was sure. Certainly not the kind who'd ever dream of asking a pretty young teenager if she was masturbating herself on the crotchpiece of her blue jeans. AU he could do would be to sit and maybe wonder. Robin began to rock a little more vigorously, her legs parted at the knees, just enough to grind that crotchstrip against her fuzzy nest of golden curls and pink cuntlips. Oooooh, that felt good!

She saw his eyes narrowing as he sipped his Pepsi and made a brave attempt at conversation. Robin answered him half-heartedly, most of her attention devoted to the sawing of the jeans across her aroused pussylips, and she knew that he was watching her, suspecting, perhaps, but not accusing.

Robin was ascending the staircase to heaven, a warm tingly arousal created by her denims' tightness. It didn't take her long to get really hot, for she'd been wet cunted all day from that same tight pressure on her box. Sometimes she closed her eyes fitfully as she rocked, getting off on the buildup, and now she wished Mr. Willis would go home and leave her alone. There was a candle in her dresser drawer, a very special candle. It was big in circumference and it was long, and she'd used a match on its side to produce a big hard lump of wax halfway down that felt like bliss eternal when it jabbed her clitty as she slid that taper in and out of her pussy like the slowest, sweetest fuck imaginable.

She yawned, hoping he'd get the message, and his mouth opened as if he meant to speak when there was suddenly a loud rrriiippp! Oh, Christ! She'd stretched and pressed one time too many, and her crotch seam had burst. Robin felt a breath of air stirring her beaver and she looked down, painfully aware that Sam Willis was looking down, too, at the lovely muff of curly gold peeking through her torn jeans.

"I think I've torn something," she blushed. Mr. Willis blushed, too, and he looked up hastily from her exposed cunt. But he'd had time to get a great eyeful of the pussy hair that poked out of her torn pants, and he knew as well as she did that she wore nothing beneath those jeans but her body. It was too late now to get modest, Robin decided, and she sat there looking back at him, making no effort to bring her legs down or slide them together.

Sam coughed in embarrassment and he folded his arms across his lap, but not before Robin saw that he had a hard-on again. "You'd better change into something else," he suggested, but neither of them moved. More threads gave way, now that the wall had been breached, and the entire rosy oval of her wet gash peeked through the rent, reproving Sam for his staring.

"Guess I had," Robin finally said. She still didn't move. Her eyes were fixed on him, as if she were waiting for him to do something, say something.

Sam lifted his arms, folding them behind his neck. He uncrossed his legs, resting his heels on the floor, and the jutting bulk of his stiff rod thrust up against his pants. Robin leaned back on the couch, her shoulders dropping, her cunt thrusting forward.

Sam got up from his chair and walked towards Robin with slow, painful steps. God, she thought, it must hurt to have a hard-on that big in such tight pants. "You look like you're ready to split your pants, too, Mr. Willis," she said huskily.

Without a word Sam unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his trousers, and let them fall to the floor. His shorts were stretched all out of shape by the pressure of his stiff dick and he removed them with a sigh of relief. Now he stood before her, wearing only his blue T-shirt, his cock proud and hard, its knob in the air, eight or nine inches of prick primed and ready to handle whatever might come up.

Robin put her feet on the floor and she leaned forward to touch his dick. She knew too much to play the shy virgin, and her hand teased up and down his cockshaft expertly.

"You shouldn't walk around with something like that sticking up in front of you, Mr. Willis," Robin said ingenuously. "You could hurt somebody with it. Shouldn't you take care of that?"

"I'd like to," he said through clenched teeth. "I'd really like to."

"Gee," she sighed, "can I watch while you do it?"

Sam caught fire. He grabbed the girl by her shoulders, squeezing till she knew they must be black and blue. His hands dropped onto her tits and she cooed in response. Her hand joined his and she popped buttons, untied the bow, and spread her top open so that he might sink his head to bite and kiss her big dark nipples. The points sprang up as his lips nuzzled them, and Sam sucked her dry nipples hungrily.

His finger dived into the ripped out crotch of her jeans to attack the mouth of her cunt. He pulled and twisted her golden beaver until Robin cried out in lovely pain. The lips of her pussy were spreading open, popping shut, and lubricating freely. His thumb gouged into them to brush at her clit, and a mindless pleasure coursed her body. And as he did, Robin fought to unsnap the waist button of her jeans, to drop the garments upon his exploring hand.

Sam jerked her pants to her knees, across her wiggling toes, and threw them to the floor. She saw him hesitate a minute, staring at her bare body, at his own throbbing hard-on, and then he went to his knees. He put his hands on her pubes and spilt her gash open, a meal fit for a king. Robin clamped her hands tight around the back of his skull and thrust her pussy upward into his mouth, making him slurp and lick and eat and suck her juicy, rosy-fleshed box.

The pointing knob of his massive hard-on hit her calf again and again. She seemed to have discovered a totally new erogenous zone, for the touch of his swinging cock was sending her into spasms of delight, and Robin forgot all about her diddling candle. She wanted Sam Willis and his nine-inch peter, and she wanted it NOW!

"Give me your cock," she prayed to the sucking head that dipped in and out of her furry crotch. "Please!"

Sam looked up, and she saw that he was sincere in his efforts to stop eating her gash. But his head swept in for one last suck, one last taste, again and again, and Robin creamed for him in delicious floods of pussy juice that wetted his greedy mouth.

She lay back on the couch, legs spread, hands flogging her tits and nipples, tongue licking her lips. Sam picked up her legs so that she stretched out full-length, with one leg tossed over the back of the sofa, the other dangling to the floor, her pussy moist and open. She thanked him with a sigh, for she hadn't the composure to do that necessary job of preparation herself.

Then he put one knee on the couch, between her widely spread legs, holding his prick in one hand as he made the proper alignments. She felt him put the tip of his cock upon her cuntlips and she groaned as she felt the massive clubby head slip partway inside her hole. But Robin's cunt was greasy with lust and Sam's cock, big as it was, had no trouble getting in. She hugged him tightly with her sheath like cunt but she made not the slightest resistance. "Oh, God!" she wailed, "your cock's so big! So fucking big! Give it all to me!"

His prick was appreciably bigger than Sean's, and bigger, too, than Dennis', but Robin knew she had a cunt that could take all the cock he had to give. He obliged her then, making the final thrust that brought their crotches together with a crashing thwack! And his balls were cradled warmly in the moist crack of her ass. As he shoved his rod home, Robin brought down the leg he'd raised out of the way, locking it around his butt. Her heel tapped a fandango on his slim hips and she groaned to feel Sam pulling his dong out of her snatch, only the tip still wedged in her cunt mouth.

His knob quivered inside her gash, most of his nine inches completely withdrawn from her hole, Robin's foot hammering on his ass, and then she felt him thrust!

Straight up her constricted channel pounded his cock, nine inches of glory pummeling its way into her pussy. Robin screamed at the beautiful pain she was feeling throughout her aching body, and he let her have his cock again, harder than before. His sperm-filled balls banged together as he fucked in and out, swifter, swifter, and she heard him moan with the joy of it all.

"Oh, Christ," Robin whispered frantically, her eyes nearly all white as the pupils rolled back in her head. Drool flowed from her lips, choking the words she wanted to say to him then.

"This is all I've got to give," Sam grunted, trying to penetrate her twat with every inch of his prick, and she thrust back against him, knowing only that she wanted him to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her...

She begged him again and again to do just that, the vulgar words rolling easily from her vividly red lips, and she knew that the words were not vulgar, that they were only an attempt to imitate the sound of what he was doing in her snatch. His prick made just that noise, she realized, swishing between her grasping cunny flanges. "Ffuuuccckkk..."

She felt him hump faster and faster, his cock drilling her pulsing snatch like a jackhammer, and then he sighed and closed his eyes and his cock vomited out its load of cum, all nine inches of prick throbbing inside her gushing cunt. And how many separate bunts of his jizz? She counted them three, four, five, six, seven -- more? More?

Each time his pecker shuddered within her twat tunnel a fresh pint of cream bathed her interior. She couldn't move, for be pinned her with his fuck-stick. She didn't want to move. Eight, nine, the cum from his orgasm flowed and rolled in the red-hot walls of her cunt and she screamed aloud as her insides caught fire and scorched her alive where she lay last in passionate agony.

Sam's prick fought hard to keep stiff, even though it had already dumped a tremendous load in the young girl's vacuumy cunt and should have been overdue for a rest. But slowly, she felt his cock soften inside her flooded cunt. His tense hard-on melted, his thick shaft shriveled, and Sam's wiggly dick began to slide back down her cum-drenched cunt.

Limply it popped from the lips of her tight young snatch and lay wetly on her thigh joint. She wondered if he realized that, like a character in a sex movie or a dirty joke, he'd just fucked the babysitter.

But, she had to admit, she could no longer remember exactly how horrible it had been to writhe in the clutches of the Schroeders and their buddy Tim. Sam had fucked her cares away, with a vengeance.

Robin put her hands on his face, lifting herself so she could plant kiss after sloppy kiss on his mouth and cheeks. As her mouth nuzzled his face, she felt him grow tight and tense, and then he was picking himself up, getting to his feet, bending over to retrieve his shorts. He said something which Robin didn't catch.

"Huh?" she asked, come glow radiating from her luscious green eyes. She felt like the cat that had gotten the cream. All of it.

"I said, I'm very sorry, Robin. I don't know what got into me."

She smirked prettily. "I know what got into me."

"I meant," he said, "I don't know how this happened. One minute I was sitting there."

"Looking at my pussy, where my jeans were torn," she reminded him. He went deep red all over.

"Really," she said. "It's okay. You don't have anything to apologize for. I mean, I had a good time. Didn't you?"

Couldn't he understand? They'd only fucked. It wasn't as if she were asking him to leave his wife for her.

Robin reached out before Sam could pull up his shorts, and her fingers trapped his wet dick. She leaned out from the couch and kissed its cummy flesh a hundred times, smacking her lips upon his rod from balls to knob. Finally she let go, allowing him to put on his shorts. And, since he was dressing, Robin decided she might as well do the same. With the slinky movements of a cat she got off the couch and tugged her clothes into place once again.

"I'd better be going," Sam was saying. "Laurel will be wondering where I am."

"Yeah," Robin agreed. "She probably will."

He stopped. "Robin, I think that maybe, if Laurel should ever call you for another babysitting job, you might be better off to make some kind of excuse."

"Huh?" she asked in disbelief. "What for?"

"Well," and he blushed furiously, "because of what's just happened, for one thing. It could lead to something neither of us really wants. Or at least I hope neither of us wants. Something that might hurt Laurel and the kids. Not physically, but emotionally."

She nodded. "You mean, like me getting sexed up and hung up. On you?" He signaled his agreement. She laughed. "Mr. Willis! I mean, all we did was screw. I liked it, sure, but I'm not in love with you or anything. Those rotten guys made me nervous, and I, was kinda horny, too, and balling you was a lot better than playing with myself. But I didn't mean anything special."

"Nothing special?" he repeated, lifting his voice to make a question mark at the end.

"Gosh," she added, "you'd better let me wipe my lipstick off your face. You've got big red kiss-marks all over!"

She found a tissue and wiped away the red stains she'd left on his cheeks and lips. "That's better. Now Mrs. Willis won't shoot you at first sight."

Sam nodded and he left without another word. Robin watched him go. That whole family was freaky, she told herself. A loose thread in her ripped-out crotch tickled her pussy and she decided she'd better go change before her mom returned from work and maybe take a nap, too. It was still early, but thanks to those Willis kids, she hadn't slept much last night. And she wouldn't be able to call Dennis before seven-thirty or so, anyway. Why not? She made sure the front door was locked and then went to bed.

Robin cooked supper for herself and her mother, and she was cleaning up the dishes when she heard the phone ring out in the hall. Dennis? she wondered, drying her hands quickly just in case.

"Phone, dear," said her mother. "It's Bonnie."

"Oh," Robin said. Bonnie was her best friend but she'd been hoping it might be Dennis. She picked up the phone in the hall and cradled it between her ear and shoulder. "Hi, Bon," she said.

"Hi, Robbie. Doin' anything tonight? My relatives are all gone and we can use the van."

"I don't know," Robin demurred. "I want to make a phone call first. Can I call you back?"

They made their good-byes and Robin dialed long-distance to get Dennis' dorm room at Ohio State. If everything went right, they would be reconciled within a matter of minutes. She heard the first ring, the second, the third. "The Den of Iniquity," said a male voice.

"Smith speaking." It was Dennis' roomie. "Is Dennis Coffey there?"

"Why do all the chicks want Dennis? I'm available, you know. Or does anybody care? No, he's not in. I guess he has a date or something. But if I can be of any assistance."

She hung up before he'd finished his invitation.

So, Dennis didn't care. He already had another girl. Couldn't he have guessed she'd be back? Why couldn't he have waited? Robin dialed Bonnie's number. "When you coming by?" she asked.

CHAPTER NINE

Robin felt rotten, on Dennis' account, until she hopped into the van and saw Bonnie's angel face. That brightened her, the way it always did. Bonnie was such a sweetheart! She was tall and slim, a couple of inches taller than Robin's own five-six, with cupcake titties and a shy, self-conscious way of walking. Her face was thin and soulfully pretty, dominated by big blue eyes and silky falls of almost-black hair. Bonnie seemed cut out to be a poetess or a ballerina, Robin decided. Those professions went with the image.

Tonight she wore a long sleeved turtleneck top which flattered her high, small tits, and a short wraparound skirt which only enhanced her long legs, for those needed no flattering. Bonnie looked as if she were en route to sing in a coffeehouse.

Robin was comfortable and casual in jeans and a patriotic tank top, decorated with one big star and red and white stripes. Her boobs moved naturally beneath the clinging fabric as she settled onto the seat. "Where do you want to go?" she asked.

Bonnie shrugged. "Maybe to the drive-in? I don't remember what's playing. Or maybe we could go have a couple of beers somewhere."

"That sounds good," Robin agreed. And it meant the joint on Sunday Creek, a few miles out of town.

Unless, Robin reminded herself, Bonnie should happen to lose her cherry in the meantime. Bonnie was a virgin, quite unlike her best friend, and determined to stay one. But that didn't stop her from listening avidly, with self-conscious giggles, to Robin's latest adventures as the van rolled along. Robin gave her friend a full rundown on what had happened since Laurel Willis' call on Friday evening.

Well, not quite full. It was shocking enough for Bonnie to hear about Sean and his sister fucking each other's buns off. She went to church with the Willis kids -- while Robin's narrow escape from being abducted and raped upset Bonnie very much. And by the time Robin finished describing her screw with Sam Willis on the couch in her own living room Bonnie was nearly aghast. "You're awful, Robin, and I don't believe a word of it!" her friend squeaked, most unconvincingly.

So what was the need to go into detail about the night of lesbian exploration Robin and Jamie had spent together? Bonnie had always shown some intolerance toward that kind of activity and Robin wasn't sure how her friend would react to a firsthand description of what it was like to be girl-sucked.

They parked on the gravel, locked up the van, and strolled into the tavern. It was a hillbilly joint, full of farmers and guys who worked the strip-mine over on Monday Creek and kids who looked like Elvis Presley did in the late '50's. The jukebox was full of Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton and Freddie Fender and Conway Twitty, and a few couples were dancing among the tables.

Bonnie led the way to a corner booth and sat down while Robin went for a pitcher of draft. It was 3.2 beer. They were almost old enough to buy it legally but strong enough to make them both giggly after a few glasses. Robin got cigarettes from the machine and they sat chain-puffing as they drank. The air in the small room was already thick with smoke and Bonnie began to wipe her burning eyes.

"Don't look now," Robin whispered to her friend, "but I think those guys over there are trying to come on to us."

Bonnie's head spun instantly and she tried to focus her stinging eyes. "Oh, God, not the two greasers with the D.A. haircuts!"

"No," Robin whispered, "the other ones. They look as out of place here as we do." She could see them better now, for as soon as Bonnie turned to stare in their direction, the two guys left their shadowy corner booth and moved towards the girls.

"Hi," said the first one. "You by yourselves?" They made their introductions over a second pitcher of beer, as if Robin and Bonnie needed any more brew to lubricate their tongues. The boys were Eddie and Ken, both students at the university in town, both sharing a rented house on Sunday Creek, a few miles up the road. They found it hard to believe that Robin and her friend were both a month away from high-school graduation, for they looked so mature, but they were assured again and again that it was true, but don't broadcast it, or else they'd be thrown out for being underage.

"Got a better idea," Ken said. "Why don't we get a six-pack and adjourn to our place? It's just up the road. Be there in no time. And we don't ask for I.D.."

It seemed like a good idea, even to Bonnie, and they got into their cars and headed off. The girls followed in the van, still giggly, still high from the chugged beer. "Which one do you like best?" Robin asked.

"Ken, I guess," Bonnie mused with a laugh. "The other one's a midget!" He wasn't really, Robin told herself, but Eddie was a bit shorter than Bonnie, so she supposed the matchmaking was already taken care of. Too bad. She thought Ken was the cutest, too, and she could dig a little making out with him.

The house was small but "It has two bedrooms," Eddie snickered and there was a fireplace in the living room. A night chill was setting on the air and Robin had always loved fireplaces. She helped Eddie kindle a fire while Ken and Bonnie sat talking on the couch in low, intense voices. One of the boys had mentioned having a little weed around the place, too, and Robin could go for that. She hadn't smoked a good number in months, at least.

Fire roaring, she and Eddie eased back on the throw rug, forgetting about their beer as they began to touch one another's arms and hands with soft, glancing fingers. In the background a small portable stereo was playing Carly Simon, and Robin stretched out her arms towards Eddie.

Close-up he had his cute side, too, she decided, but she blinked her eyes shut as they began to kiss and so she didn't get that good a look at him. The fireplace made the only light in the room, a warm red glow that made her feel good even as she felt warmed, and she stretched her body as it pressed against Eddie's.

He put his arm around her back, fingers moving into the waist of her jeans. His hand slid down, finding the elastic band of her panties, moving inside to touch the rising curve of her ass, and she slid closer to him. Robin could feel a lump growing inside Eddie's pants and she ground her crotch against it.

She wondered how Bonnie and Ken were getting along. Ken was in for a surprise if he thought he was going to make any real time with the tall dark-haired girl. That was for sure. Bonnie was realistic enough to do some necking and petting. Sometimes, she'd confessed to her friend, she'd taken off her shirt and bra to let a boy feel her bare tits, and, if it was a really special guy, she might let him rub her to ecstasy with his hand. But when it came to putting a cock in her mouth or her cunt, forget it!

Not until she felt her nipples rubbing on Eddie's sweater did Robin realize that he'd pulled up her top. One of his hands cupped a boob as they rolled and writhed on the floor, his fingers zeroing in on her teat, pinching it stiff. Didn't one good turn deserve another? She worked her hand between their bodies and traced the outline of his hard-on. Eddie had a nice dick, she thought. It was thick and stiff inside his pants. She wondered if his rod would feel as thick and stiff inside her pussy?

There was no reason why she shouldn't fuck him if she wanted. She was free. It was her cunt. Dennis sure as hell didn't seem to want it.

Now he had her pants unbuttoned! He was trying to pull them down over her hips as she lay upon him there on the floor. "Hey," she called in a low voice, "not so fast. I don't want to do it here."

"Do you want to do it?" he asked, just a bit defensive.

Robin pinched his dick through the front of his pants. "Guess," she invited, getting to her feet. She held her jeans up with one hand but didn't bother pulling down her uplifted top as she turned towards Bonnie and Ken on the couch.

Bonnie's legs were up as she tried to keep the boy from getting too bold on her thighs. She had her knees together, but the skirt was short and bared her all the way to the panties. Her sweater had been pulled high and Ken was sucking the bra covered end of one cupcake tit. Bonnie made soft protesting sounds, but they weren't very loud. Even Robin had to strain to hear them.

"Hey, Bon," Robin called, and both of them looked at her, their faces orange-tinted in the glow from the fire. "I'm going into the other room for a little bit."

"Unh," Bonnie moaned. "I don't feel good."

Robin tugged down her displaced top and went to the couch. Reaching in past Ken she touched her friend's head. Bonnie felt feverish. "You sick?"

Robin asked, and Bonnie only groaned.

"I think I'm gonna pus out," Bonnie said at last, squirming to free herself from Ken's grip. Her voice was beer-slurred and quivery, and Robin knew that her friend had drunk too much beer.

A minute before, Ken had been all libido, but now he sounded concerned when he spoke. "Maybe she outt lay down," Ken suggested, "till her head clears."

"Good idea," Robin agreed. "You get up and we'll stretch her out on the couch."

"Better idea," he countered. "Let's take her into my room and stretch her out on my bed. There's more room. She's kinda tall," he added in explanation.

The three of them got Bonnie into the larger bedroom and deposited her on the sloppily made bed. Robin could only shake her head. Bonnie must have skipped supper tonight and done all that drinking on an empty stomach. But beer always did affect her girlfriend if she drank too much or too fast, and Bonnie had done just that at the tavern and here. On the bed she seemed more restful, her head tossing from side to side a couple of times before she closed her eyes.

Boy! Robin thought. Trust Bonnie to screw it up. How were they gonna get home? She couldn't drive the van; it had a standard transmission. And even if she managed to get the vehicle back to Reckardsville, Bonnie's mother would shit when her daughter came in hung over.

"I'll sit with her a few minutes," Ken said. "She might have to go to the bathroom and she'll need some help."

"Yeah," Robin agreed with a nod. Eddie was tugging at her hand and she went with him. Bonnie was out of it for the time being but Robin was still alert and frisky, so why shouldn't she have a little fun?

While Robin was shucking off her clothes, Eddie rolled a pair of matching joints and they smoked awhile in communal silence, relishing the pungent taste of the weed. By the time her number was down to an unmanageable roach Eddie's dick was harder than ever, so Robin stubbed out her joint and rolled onto her back, ready and willing to get fucked.

He moved between her legs, his hands fondling her body to test the warmth of her nervous system. She was sure that her responses were just what he was looking for. Her nipples were stiff, her pussy was slightly damp, and there was a healthy flush of anticipation on her boobs and shoulders.

Eddie kissed her mouth, her neck, her tits, her tummy, and his finger tickled up and down the lips of her gash until it grew much wetter for him. He filled his hand with the plump, hairy swell of her cunt mound and squeezed it forcefully. Robin whined and lifted her twat into his caress, swinging one leg across his thigh.

They were lying side by side now, and she felt ready for some serious fucking. Her hand shot out to grab his dick and firm up its hard-on. Eddie leaned forward as she touched his rod, and Robin drew it towards her oozing hole. She made the spongy knob rub her slit tantalizingly, steering it with her fingers, and then she opened her snatch to take it in.

His tool was neither too big nor too little just a nice, average cock, the kind her pussy was made to fuck. As she sucked his dick up her gash, Robin couldn't help thinking that, this time yesterday, was making straight for the closed door of his roommate's bedroom and he grabbed at her hand.

"Better wait," he suggested. "We wouldn't want to interrupt."

"There's nothing to interrupt," she pronounced. "Bonnie must be sick. My God, listen to her!" Robin grabbed the door knob and turned it, stumbling into the room.

Bonnie was still on the bed, still half out of it. Her sweater was pulled up to her neck and her tits had been sprung from the cups of her bra. Ken, naked and sporting a hard on, knelt on the bed at her feet. He'd taken off Bonnie's skirt and was in the act of jerking down her panties to reveal her dark-furred twat bush.

Robin stood in shocked amazement. "What are you doing!" she screamed.

Bonnie moaned then, her eyes opening dully, closing once again, and she moved her hands in the air as if she were trying to hit something not in her range. Ken looked up with an attempted grin, pausing in the act of undressing Robin's friend.

"Come on," Eddie suggested, still pulling Robin's hand. "I think we're making this a crowd scene."

She turned. "He's trying to rape her!"

"Oh, come on," Ken joined in. "She's out cold. She wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway."

"You lousy bastard," Robin glowered. "Men have got to be the most contemptible species going!" She wrested her hand from Eddie and made it into a fist. "You get out of here," she hissed. "Now! Or I'll rip your balls off!"

"What's the big deal anyway?" Eddie wondered.

"She's a virgin," Robin snapped. "And she's my best friend. Now get out!"

They went sheepishly and she stared after them furiously. When the door closed, Robin went to Bonnie and did her best to get the girl reclothed.

"What happen?" Bonnie slurred. She was starting to come to consciousness again, a more collected than she'd been earlier. Her hands fumbled across her almost naked body and she looked at Robin wonderingly. "Wha..."

Robin kissed Bonnie on the cheek, very soft, very loving. "It's all right," she promised. "We're going home."

CHAPTER TEN

When they came out of the bedroom, Ken had made coffee and he invited them to have a cup. "No more monkey business," he swore, making a cross in the air. Robin eyed him suspiciously but she eased Bonnie down at the kitchen table and sat close, just in case. As Bonnie drank black coffee, she grew more and more aware of where she was and what was happening.

Still groggy, she looked at Ken with accusing eyes. "You had my clothes off," she said definitively.

"Look," he said, "you weren't wearing a sign that said you were cherry. I don't get my kicks raping girls. As far as I knew, you wanted to ball as much as I did."

"I don't want to talk about it any more," Bonnie replied. She held out her cup for a refill. "I just want to go home."

Bonnie insisted she was capable of driving, but Robin wasn't so sure. She put her friend in the shotgun seat and she climbed behind the wheel, nervous as she pressed down the clutch. With a minimum of difficulty she backed into the road, killing the engine just twice, and then they lurched forward, heading down the Sunday Creek Road.

Robin drove slowly because she wasn't used to the way the van handled, and as they paced along, Bonnie began to sob and shake. She still wasn't quite sober, it appeared, and suddenly she burst into tears.

"I didn't want that to happen," she bawled. "I wanted it to be the way it's supposed to be. A white dress on my wedding day and everything."

Who said it was supposed to be like that? Robin wondered, but she didn't ask the question. In fact, whoever said men and women were supposed to be together in the first place? She had a very low opinion of the male gender at that moment. Either they were crazy, like Sean Willis and his father, or they were evil, disgusting bastards, like that two-timing Dennis, those rotten Schroeder boys, and the creeps they'd just left. She never wanted to see another man again as long as she lived!

"It's okay," she told Bonnie, reaching across to pat her friend's long bare thigh. Bonnie was still crying though, crying as if her heart were going to break, and Robin couldn't stand it. How could she chive and listen to that at the same time? She'd pile up the van from sheer distraction!

There was a wide spot down the road, with a path leading off into the fringe of trees beside, and Robin signaled just in case anyone was tailgating. She eased the van off the road and into the wooded dump, shut off the lights and engine, then turned to Bonnie. "It's okay," she said. "Nothing happened to you."

"But it could have," Bonnie wept. "It could have."

Robin leaned towards her friend, putting her hands on Bonnie's shoulders. She pulled the girl close and hugged her warmly. "Not with ol' Robin around," she promised. "I wouldn't have let them hurt you." Bonnie's tear-stained face gleamed in the moonlight and Robin bent her head to kiss away those tears. She felt the warm trembling skin brushing hers and she tightened the cuddling grip of her arms.

Bonnie lifted her face so it could be kissed, and when she presented her damp, glossy lips, how could Robin refuse? The blonde girl closed her eyes, puckered, and pressed her mouth against Bonnie's. Their lips met. Bonnie shivered, as if she meant to break off the embrace, and then she went limp, her body melting in Robin's embrace.

Robin could feel her tits, so full and round, rubbing hard against Bonnie's tight cupcakes. It was an exciting feeling. They had been friends for years, but they had never been quite so close as they were this moment. She hugged her pal for all she was worth, still kissing. Her hands drifted around Bonnie's back, coming to rest on the side of one of the dark-haired girl's tits, just beneath the arm.

Bonnie pulled her lips back just far enough to let her whisper Robin's name in a tense nervous flutter, and then she moved forward to kiss her friend once more. This time her kiss was more than accepting it was aggressive and hot.

Robin sighed to feel Bonnie's oral attack, and she knew that she could not control herself. Bonnie professed to be sick at the very idea of lesbian love, but even if it cost Robin a precious friendship, she knew that she couldn't stop herself from cupping one of Bonnie's tits in her hand, cupping it as a lover might. She moved her hand and filled it with a delicious little boob, already hard and warm and throbbing to the touch.

Bonnie slumped back and Robin slid upon her. Their legs twisted and entangled in the narrow confines of the van's front, and they were both sitting on the same seat now, unbearably cramped but not minding it at all.

And, God! Were Bonnie's own hands sliding beneath Robin's top to rub bare skin? Were they slipping upward to grab and clutch at the blonde's jiggling, hard-nippled boobs? Robin felt fingers close upon her stiff teats and she knew that something very magical, very beautiful, was about to happen.

With a great effort she picked herself up, eased back onto her own side of the van. Her hair was tangled and messy, and she brushed it with her fingers. "My God, Bonnie," she said, "I think I want to make love with you. Now."

Them was more room in the back, thank God. The van was a recreational vehicle for Bonnie's parents in the summer. They were fond of weekend camping trips, but they hadn't yet installed their gear, so the only furnishing in the back was a wall-to-wall rug, so soft, so inviting. Stripped of her clothes once again, Robin stretched on that soft, inviting rug, fondling her best friend's equally naked body.

"Should we really? Should we?" Bonnie asked nervously, but she was clutching desperately at Robin's twat bush, holding the plump cunt mound as if she never meant to let it go.

Robin moved in for, another kiss, one that lasted a long long time. "Do we have a choice?" she wondered.

She kissed her way down Bonnie's neck, and from there her lips traced her friend's spinal column, dipping right into the tight cleft of Bonnie's ass. "Kissing ass" was a synonym for being humiliated, Robin thought, but she didn't feel the slightest trace of that as she nuzzled between the slim buns, her tongue daubing and flicking across the tingly flesh of Bonnie's butt. She spread the cheeks with her hands and her tongue danced over Bonnie's hung. Robin didn't feel awkward doing that. Dennis had done it to her and she to him, and she knew there was nothing unsanitary about the practice, nor anything unpleasant. In fact, it was quite the opposite, if your asshole was sensitive enough, and Bonnie's delighted squeal proved that hers was, too.

She lifted herself from the rug, raised on all fours, as Robin's mouth moved upon her upper thighs and haunches. Robin could feel the excitement in her friend's body, but it was nothing compared to what she felt herself right now. She touched Bonnie's legs, to move them farther apart, so she could lick pussy from behind. Putting her mouth on Bonnie's twat was the most important thing in the world at the moment to Robin Mackenzie, and she would not be denied that treat for anything.

She sniffed at Bonnie's cunt, inhaling its special, musky fragrance, and then she flipped out her tongue to make the first, most important pass.

He tongue glided up and down the splayed gash, touching the soft, wrinkled folds of flesh. It was too dark to see, but Robin was positive that Bonnie's cunt was rosy-pink inside, that it looked as fresh and beautiful as it tasted. Already there were telltale drops of feminine moisture dampening her friend's cuntlips and the slot between them, and she wanted to suck out that wetness, one drop at a time.

She brought her fingers up to join in the game, and Bonnie trembled mightily as she balanced on her hands and knees. She swayed like a tree ready for the falling and Robin clutched quickly at her ass to provide some steadiness. Bonnie shivered and sighed, and her hands gave way. Her head and shoulders fell onto the cushy rug and she continued to moan into the carpet, her ass still high and ready.

Robin twisted her head to one side and rested a fingertip on Bonnie's asshole, teasing and probing, as she began to scarf cunt greedily. Bonnie had to learn it, too, she rationalized with herself. That they didn't need men. That they could get along without the brutes altogether. All that mattered were two girls, two girls who loved each other as much as they did. Had all their years of friendship been but a prelude to this moment? Was this the reason they'd met in the first place? Because someday Bonnie would need a comfort, a shelter of love? Robin truly believed it. She closed her eyes and dipped her tongue into Bonnie's cunt hole, stabbing until she felt the hymen blocking her way.

Bonnie's cherry. Robin fretted about her own lack of virginity, wishing she could have come to Bonnie the same way. But without her own experience, she realized, she'd never have known how to make her friend feel better. So it was a two-way street. Robin's on loss of purity had paved the road for her salvation trough love.

She withdrew her tongue from her friend's cunt mouth and began to lick Bonnie's clit. The tiny, tender organ was stiff and aching now, and she could feel Bonnie's pulse through its little nub. It seemed the most natural thing imaginable to have it in her mouth, to be sucking and kissing it, just as if Bonnie's clit were a tiny nipple. Robin moaned as she sucked, for her need was now as great as Bonnie's, and she licked and ate pussy with a sense of driving compulsion.

Robin drank honey from her friend's hole, bringing the dark-haired virgin to one shattering come after another. Bonnie's knees trembled and she slumped onto the rug, lying flat and splayed, Robin's head still assaulting her puckered, dark-fringed slit.

But now Bonnie wasn't the only one who needed attention. Robin had been giving head so enthusiastically she hadn't had time to think of her own wants and desires. As Bonnie moaned in the grip of multiple orgasm, as her pussy dripped nectar into Robin's sucking mouth, the blonde girl felt an uncontrollable itching inside her own snatch.

Bonnie was limp as a dishcloth and Robin found it easy to turn her friend over. She poked between Bonnie's legs until they parted once again and she returned to her chores, lying with her own crotch in easy reach of Bonnie's hands and mouth. The exciting fragrance of her aroused cunt must have been obvious to the other girl. Still moaning, still sobbing, she reached for Robin with both hands, fingertips bruising the tender twatlips as she poked them inside.

Her inexperience was the best thing about her introduction to cunt-lapping. Bonnie didn't know what to do; she only knew that she must do something. She began to play with Robin's pussy as if she were finger-fucking herself, and Robin heard the bemused laugh. Bonnie's fingers had just slipped past the spot where her own cherry normally barred her from further passage.

She thrust farther, into what was, for her, virgin territory, her long fingers tickling the insides of Robin's cunt. And she added more fingers, till she had five digits snugly inside the girl's tight hole.

Robin could feel them, could feel each one of those fingers spreading her cunt, making it grow damp and sizzly, and she twisted herself, shaking her pussy, contracting and releasing her cunt muscles so that Bonnie's fingers enjoyed the ride of their life.

"It's so much different," Bonnie trilled. "I mean, I can put my fingers all the way inside you, and I can't do that with me."

"Forget about your fingers," Robin invited. "Use your lips and your tongue. Lick me, suck me, kiss me..."

"I don't know how!" Bonnie gurgled.

"Like this!" And with that Robin returned to cunt-eating, giving her friend a first-hand lesson in what she wanted done to her twat. She parted Bonnie's pink cuntlips with her fingers and began to lick and chew and tongue the delicate rosy flesh within.

Ronnie moaned at the renewed attacks on her already exhausted clit, but still she hesitated. Was she afraid to use her mouth on Robin's pussy? Robin couldn't guess. She could only act. Her heels slid across the fuzzy carpet and she jammed her wet cunt against Bonnie's face, giving her friend a mouthful of golden hair and a surefire excuse to begin sucking.

With only the slightest hesitation Bonnie put her hands on the cheeks of Robin's ass and dragged that snatch even closer. She cupped her friend's butt and stuck her tongue into the tangle of wiry, juice-wetted hairs, stabbing right to the heart of the matter. Robin felt the tip of Bonnie's tongue flick across her slightly protruding cuntlips and she stiffened with joy, her ass shaking in Bonnie's grip. In another second that roving tongue had found her clitoris and was tracing circles around it.

Her cunt that was the trigger of Robin's sexual artillery! Passion ebbed and flowed inside her twat as Bonnie's oral caresses grew more and more assured, more insinuating, more sensuous. She could feel, too, the increased juiciness of her snatch and she knew that Bonnie must be drinking her cunt juice even as she drank Bonnie's, and she only hoped that her pussy tasted half as good as her beautiful best friend's.

Again Robin bounced her tongue into Bonnie's hole, jabbing it cruelly upon the girl's hymen. Bonnie jerked and moaned at each pressing attack, but it seemed to stimulate her to even greedier sucks and licks around Robin's passion nub.

Robin wished her tongue were a prick, that she might pop through Bonnie's virginal seal here and now. Could she stiffen her tongue enough to perform that task? The pain would be fleeting, the joy unending. How many girls had deflowered other girls? But she couldn't. Her tongue refused to fulfill her wishes and Robin could only dart its tip against the little opening in the middle of Bonnie's flower, pushing as if she meant to drive right through. The tough membrane was too resilient for her to accomplish anything else.

But that little bit was more than enough, it seemed, for as Robin's tongue became more and more insistent on her cherry, Bonnie exploded with her most massive come yet. It was physiologically unlikely, but it felt as if she were unleashing gallons of cunt juice into Robin's sucking mouth, strangling the blonde girl with syrupy fluids. Bonnie was wildly orgasmic now, and she transmitted some of her thrashing convulsive energy into the task of eating Robin's twat. Her teeth scraped the blonde's cunt mound, nipping at the pussy flanges, tongue going mad on Robin's clit.

They could come together now. Bonnie showed no sign of dropping down from her high soon, and Robin was almost there. She pressed her cunt against Bonnie's mouth even harder and slid a leg along the side of her friend's head. The sweat of Robin's thigh mingled with the sweat of Bonnie's face as the virgin girl kept lapping her fist pussy.

"Oh!" Robin called as the first shock wave hit her, and then "OooooooOOOhhhHHHH!" in a rising, falling crescendo of sounds. She stuck two fingertips into Bonnie's slit and rammed her own gushing cunt into her friend's face, holding it there until the delight of the moment was only a beautiful memory.

Unwilling yet to dress and depart, they sat cuddling in the back of the van. "God," said Bonnie, "that was the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me."

"I think I feel the same way," husked Robin, busy cupping the other girl's dainty little boobs.

"But why?" Bonnie wondered. "Why did we do it?"

"Because we wanted to, and because we needed [missing text]."

"Does it mean we are lesbians?" The tightness in Bonnie's question was like a noose on Robin's neck.

"I don't know what it means," Robin blurted. "I think I hate men and love girls, but I don't know. The last couple of days have been so crazy I don't know anything." She let go of Bonnie's tits. "Do you want to be a lesbian?"

"I don't know either," Bonnie sighed. "I'm just like you."

Robin tried to tell her friend how she felt about the male species, but the words just wouldn't come out fight. Even Robin could tell that she sounded incoherent, upset. And Bonnie, who had never known real intimacy with a guy, could only nod and coo in sympathy.

"Come on," she said finally. "It must be after midnight. We'd better be getting back to town. Maybe tomorrow we can see where our heads are really at."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Laurel Willis stared at the table before her. There was a cup of coffee, barely touched, long since grown cold with curdled cream bubbles on the surface. A very bad novel which she'd opened and closed almost simultaneously. And an ashtray overflowing with stale-smelling, ground-out cigarettes. She looked at the kitchen clock. In just a few minutes she'd find out why her life had begun to disintegrate in the past twelve or fourteen hours.

It began so placidly. Last night. She was in the bathroom, just getting ready to step into the tub. There was a knock on the door. "Are you decent, hon?" Sam called.

Laurel looked at her naked body and replied, "Of course!"

He opened the door to join her. Behind him, in the hall, stood Sean, and both males caught sight of Laurel's bare body at the same time. Sam slammed the door quickly, but not so fast that Laurel missed the goggle eyed stare from her son, or his quick turnabout.

"Damn it," Sam said, "I asked if you were decent! You shouldn't run around like that in front of Sean. I'm positive he saw you, and he might get, well, funny ideas."

"From his mother?" she laughed. "Besides, you didn't say he was with you."

"You look more like a chorus girl than a mother," Sam replied, moving close to squeeze and cup her bare tits. "A hell of a sexy chorus girl." He was in his clothes then, but she pressed herself against him as though both of them were equally nude. It was an invitation, a seduction, and Sam's pecker responded in gratifying fashion. Laurel ground her crotch against her husband's.

"Knock it off," Sam warned.

"I have something you ought to knock off," she teased. "Bet it'd purr for you, too, just like a furry little pussy."

"Not tonight, hon," he pleaded with a smile. "I've got a headache." He moved away from her, cock still punching out the front of his pants, and he began to undress. Laurel leaned against the sink, arms folded on her belly, watching admiringly as his shirt flew off, then his pants, last of all his shorts, allowing his powerful cock to spring free.

She started to give him a wolf whistle, but it died on her lips as she caught sight of her husband's prick. A cold feeling oppressed her body, and she felt her nipples pucker as though an icy wind had just blown through the bathroom.

On the barrel of Sam's dick were the definite imprints of someone's lips. Not just one, there seemed to be dozens of kiss-marks on his peter.

Laurel bent her head to one side, trying not to be too obvious, hoping that he couldn't hear the pounding of her heart. That wasn't her lipstick. That shade simply did not go with her dark hair and eyes. It was too bright. Whose?

He didn't seem to notice! That was the most shocking part. Some stranger, some girl had kissed his cock and left the prints of her mouth there, and Sam didn't even notice! Laurel wanted to knock him to the floor and twist his nuts in a pair of pliers till he confessed the name. Who? Who?

He stepped down into the tub, sighing at the heat of the water on his legs. "You coming in?" he asked his wife, bending over to pick up the soap. She could see his big dick and his big balls hanging down between his legs and she wanted to pull them from his body. How had he dared, when had he dared to be so intimate with another woman?

"No," she said, "I don't think so," trying to keep the doubt and the fear from her voice. Perhaps there was an innocent explanation for this. She tried to believe there could be. But how could Sam have lipstick on his cock and nothing to confess? Laurel gathered up her clothes, slipped into a robe, and went down the hall to their bedroom.

She was under the covers when he arrived to join her, and he was wearing only his bathrobe. He threw it off as he stood beside the bed, and Laurel saw that his cock was scrubbed clean and beginning to harden.

Sam lifted the sheet and lay down beside his wife, teasing her thigh with his dick, and she felt it stiffen more perceptibly from the touching of her skin. "Come on, honey," he suggested, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her nightie. "Let's fuck."

"I don't think so," she replied. "I, I don't feel like it."

"Sure you do," he insisted, pulling her nightie up to her waist. She had nothing on underneath and Sam rubbed the head of his pecker through her fluff of beaver, tickled with its bulbous knob the ticklish inner sides of her thighs.

Laurel's legs parted obediently as her husband insinuated himself between them. She felt his weight upon her for a second as he inserted his dick, and then he lifted his head and shoulders into push-up position. Laurel made a soft grunt as she took his cock inside, all nine inches of his thick rod, but she neither complained nor co-operated. She wasn't going to help him. Let him jack himself off in her cunt. If he wanted more, he could return to his red-mouthed cock-kisser.

She lay beneath him resignedly, allowing him to fuck her, but she knew that, for Sam, it was like screwing a corpse. He humped with eagerness, moving his peter in special, provocatively sexy ways that would normally excite her, make her moan, cause her to encircle him in her legs and clutch him to her body, but they didn't work now, and Laurel fought to repress a smile of triumph at that.

Sam worked to keep his hard-on, but without Laurel's active cooperation it was a losing battle. Her cunt was like a dead fish ringing his prick, slack and unresponsive, and Laurel felt the interest drifting out of his cock. It grew softer, softer, then uselessly limp. Her husband's dick slid out of her passive cunt, and he lay beside her once again.

"Is something wrong, honey?" he wondered.

She shook her head and lied. "No. I just don't feel like doing it. That's all."

"I'll bet you found a gray hair in the bathroom," he teased, "and you're afraid you're getting old. Huh?" His hand cupped a tit through the silky thinness of her nightdress. "I dig older women," he leered, "or didn't you know that?" and he bent to kiss her neck. Still Laurel would not, could not allow herself to respond. Sam looked into her face. "Is it your period coming on?" Still no word of answer. She saw him shrug, she took his good-night kiss, and then he rolled onto his side. Sam was asleep in a minute and she was left to herself and her thoughts, there in the darkness.

Laurel trembled with that isolation. What had happened? Who could Sam have been with?

Laurel forced herself to consider Jamie for an agonizing moment. His daughter? But it had happened in other families. No! Out of the question! Jamie rarely wore any kind of makeup, and certainly not the garish red lipstick that had smeared Sam's cock. Of course, bright makeup for teenaged girls was a current fad. But that particular shade of red? Blondes, maybe. Girls with bright, golden hair...

"Oh, God!" she said aloud. Robin Mackenzie! It was so obvious! Why hadn't she thought of it sooner? But how, when? Well, Sam drove the girl home, didn't he? And didn't he have some ridiculous story about Robin being attacked by teenaged punks, that he'd rescued her from them? It was only a cover-up. They'd been shacked somewhere. Her husband had fallen for a wiggling ass in tight jeans, for fat titties in a tight halter top.

And the story he'd told her, which she'd believed and gasped over now, now that she was certain she knew the truth, his tale seemed as phony as hell.

An hour later Laurel had decided what she'd do. Tomorrow afternoon she'd send the kids out, and she would confront their father with the truth as she understood it.

It was easy last night, Laurel told herself, stubbing out another cigarette. She'd quit smoking two or three years ago. But deep in a forgotten drawer she'd uncovered one last pack of Kents, stale, dried-out, but still tobacco. The pack was almost empty now.

Yes, easy. She'd thought she knew the backward and forward of it, and she was ready to hit Sam in the gut with her challenge. But before she could, the whole, ugly truth dealt her a sneaky sucker punch.

The alarm rang at nine on Sunday morning. It was time to get the kids up and ready for church. Neither Sam nor Laurel went any more, but they both agreed that Sean and Jamie should go every Sunday. Sam always drove them to church, picked up the Sunday paper, and waited to bring the kids home.

She went down the hall tapping on the kids' doors. Grunts of disapproving sleepiness greeted her as always, but she was adamant. Wake-up detail completed, Laurel went downstairs to fix breakfast, certain that Sean and Jamie would be down very soon in their Sunday clothes, waiting for their father to crawl out of bed.

Jamie entered the kitchen as Laurel set the strips of bacon to dry on a paper towel. The girl was combing her hair, very cute in her kneesocks, navy skirt, and white pullover. Laurel nodded in greeting, then looked back quickly.

"Young lady, where is your brassiere?" she demanded in a time that wait! At least Jamie had the good grace to blush. And as well she might, for the pullover clung to her budding little body, boldly revealing the outlines of her nipples. Laurel was certain, too, that she could even see the pinkness of her daughter's nipples showing through the white sweater, but that might have been only her natural shock.

"Oh," Jamie pouted, sifting down at the table. She eased the comb through her dark, long hair with a lazy grace. "You never wear one. Why should I have to?"

"Because you're going to church," Laurel replied sharply, "and because I say you have to. As long as you're a child in this house, you'll do what I tell you to do. And right now I'm telling you to go right upstairs and put on your bra. Do you hear me?"

Jamie got up with a sulk and she went out.

Laurel set out the rest of the fried bacon. No one had come down to eat. Were they all asleep? Sighing, she ascended the steps, going to the nearest door, Jamie's. She tapped on it, then opened it and stuck her head inside. "Are you going to be all day?" she asked, just as her entire world came crashing down upon her shoulders.

Sean was sitting on the edge of Jamie's bed, his pants down, his cock up. It was a big cock for such a young boy, Laurel noted incongruously, at least what she could see of his tool. Most of her son's shaft was buried inside his sister's sucking cavern of a mouth.

They'd been warned by her knock, but her action followed too closely for them to break position. Jamie's head was still bobbing up and down, her eyes only beginning to turn toward the door. She'd removed her sweater, and her growing boobies jiggled as she sucked Sean's cock.

"Oh, no!" Laurel whispered, blackness rolling across her stunned eyes.

Some of that stunned shock was reflected in Sean's face. He seemed to be changing color rapidly as Laurel stared back at him, or was it only her own fuckering vision that gave her that impression? It was incest, perversion, disgusting, shocking. She knew they could see her, and still Jamie made no effort to stop blowing her brother. The little girl held her brother's knob in the O of her lips as she knelt between his, legs, and her hand began to jerk rapidly, up and down on the lance of his cock.

Sean moaned, and he moved as if he meant to stand upright, but he merely raised his ass a few inches off the bed and he stood humped over, hands clutching frantically at Jamie's head.

Laurel heard that moan, heard the lewd gulping noises her daughter made, and she watched the girl's throat curiously. It seemed to bob and bulge, as though an apple were caught inside it, and then Jamie let go her brother's dick, turning at last to face her mother.

The girl rose from her knees with painstaking care, stretching in jiggly fashion to retrieve her bra from the bed. With a smile she settled her tits into the pink cups, then fastened the catch behind her back and arranged the shoulder satraps to please herself. When she opened her mouth to speak, a pearl of cum glistened on the tip of her cute pink tongue and Laurel understood for the first time that Jamie had allowed her brother to shoot off in her mouth, right before their mother's shocked eyes.

"Were you saying something a while ago, Mother," Jamie asked.

Laurel herded them into their clothes and downstairs to the kitchen. Sam hadn't gotten out of bed yet, but he would soon and she wasted not a second in getting down to business. "What was the meaning of that, that horrid thing?"

"We were..." began Jamie, but Laurel cut her off.

"I know what you were doing," she said, "and it's a terrible thing, Jamie. It's sinful and perverted."

"NO!" Jamie chirped defiantly. "It's not terrible or sinful or any of those other things. It's nice. I like to do it. When Sean comes in my mouth [missing text]."

Laurel was aghast. "And for the love of God, how long has this been going on?"

"Not very long," Sean whispered apologetically. "Really. Not very long."

"And how did it start in the first place?" his mother demanded. "You -- your sister?" Tears welled in her eyes and she was being as brave as she could manage to be under the circumstances. "This just breaks my heart," she added. "To see something like that."

"You do it, don't you?" Jamie asked. "With Daddy?"

Laurel's hand raised, as if she meant to slap her daughter, but she couldn't do it. Violence accomplished nothing. "Daddy isn't my brother," she said. "It isn't right for brothers and sisters to do such intimate things together." A sudden fear crept across her mind. "Is that the only kind of thing you've done?"

"Yes," Sean tried to lie, but Jamie's voice drowned his.

"We do all kinds of sexy things," she said.

"Such as?"

Jamie petted her brother's band. "I'm not ashamed," she told him. "Sometimes we lie down in bed and I spread my legs and Sean puts his."

"STOP IT!" Laurel barked. "Jamie are you a virgin?"

"Not any more," her daughter giggled.

Laurel sank into a chair, her hands covering her eyes. After what seemed hours she looked up at her children. "How did this start?"

Jamie shrugged. "I don't know," she said.

"It had to have some kind of impetus. Something, or someone, gave you the idea. Who? One of the kids at school? Television? A movie? What?"

Sean withered under the ice other glare. "It was the other night," he said. "When you were away."

"And Robin was here!" Laurel deduced instantly. She saw Sean's face twitch at the mention of the blonde girl's name, and she saw a sudden look of pain as his sister kicked him savagely beneath the table.

"Tattletale," Jamie grumbled.

"And that's enough from you, young lady," Laurel said firmly. The shame of it was almost too much to bear. She wanted to scream, to hide, to go into the darkness and never come out. But she couldn't break down in front of the kids. She couldn't let them know how much they'd hurt her, disappointed her. And why didn't they have the decency to be ashamed of themselves, for Christ's sake? Why did Jamie have to be so cocksure now, so arrogant? Why that smug expression on her cute girl face?

But at least Laurel had some answers now. It was Robin Mackenzie, the perverted babysitter, that mask of innocence covering a bodyful of teenage evil, who had ruined her life. Seduced her husband, corrupted her children. She'd not confront Sam now. How could she tell him about the children, what she'd seen, what they'd told her? For all his sins, he didn't deserve to bear that shame.

No! She'd go right to the source. This afternoon she'd send them all three packing. Sean and Jamie could go to a movie. Could they get into trouble there? Dear God, surely they'd know enough to keep their hands off each other in a public place! And Sam, he'd been hinting about a bush-league game in Marietta. Let him spend the afternoon drinking beer and watching baseball. Laurel wanted to talk to that teenaged slut, and she needed privacy for what she was going to say. And if she still felt this angry when Robin arrived, it would be better if there were no witnesses. She could always try a claim of self-defense.

Robin always slept till noon on Sundays, and so she'd only been up long enough to drink a cup of tea and eat a bit of yogurt when Laurel Willis called. She couldn't quite place the tone of Laurel's voice, though. It was nice, as usual, but with a steeliness on the edges that Robin had never noticed before. Mrs. Willis sounded as if she were just a bit upset about something, and Robin couldn't help wondering what that had to do with her and why she should be summoned to the Willis house this early afternoon.

Unless -- oh, shit! Had Mr. Willis gotten a wild hair up his ass and spilled the beans? Well, if that was it, Robin was made in the shade. She'd just tell the God's truth. She'd been scared and shaken from being attacked, and it had just... happened. Nothing personal at all.

She got the car keys from the end table. As she started to the door, her mother came into the room. Robin steeled herself for a lecture on how much nicer that green shirt would look if there were a bra underneath.

"Dear," said Mrs. Mackenzie, "I forgot to tell you. Dennis called last night. Just after you and Bonnie left."

Robin turned, heart skipping two beats. "Honest?" she asked, wondering why she should be so excited. Hadn't she broken with Dennis forever? Hadn't she sworn off men for good? Then why was she standing there by the door, about to wet her panties with excitement? "What did he say?"

Mrs. Mackenzie shrugged. "Not much, really. I think he said he'd call again today. Or maybe come over."

Robin sighed. She didn't know any more than she had before. "If he should call or come by, tell him to wait. I'll be back soon as I can," she said, silently cursing herself for her lack of resolution.

She thought of nothing but Dennis as she strolled out to the waiting Pinto, sat behind the wheel, and took off from the curb. The car whirred around the corner and was gone.

Spider Schroeder fiddled with the visor of his Castro cap. "There she went," he said. "In the fuckin' car. But she's gotta get out of it somewhere, and when she does -- good-bye, ass!"

Timmy was uneasy. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe we ought to forget all about it. I mean, she can't be that good a piece of ass. Betcha we could do better'n her if we tried."

"She owes us," the Spider replied firmly. "If we let her get away with all she's done to us, everybody in town will be laughing our asses off. We gotta stand up for ourselves. Show people we can't be pushed around."

"I'm not so fuckin' sure," Punch cut in. "You act like you're in love with her or something. She don't mean shit to me."

"And you're a piss-ass," Spider rejoined wittily. "If she'd kicked you in the nuts, you'd be as worked up as I am. Now get started. And don't follow too fuckin' close. We can find that Pinto soon as she parks it, and we don't want her to see us."

"I know that," Punch growled, shoving the '58 into forward. If Robin knew they were tailing her, she didn't show any sign. Just like on TV, Punch thought proudly.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Robin hadn't quite counted on the welcome she received at the Willises. She followed Laurel into the kitchen and the older woman stood a moment, her hands braced on the countertop, before turning towards Robin, rage blazing in her eyes.

"You despicable little slut! You bitch! I could kill you for what you've done to me and my family."

Balanced on her highest platforms, Robin stared down at the tiny woman caught in massive anger. Robin was dumbstruck. What had Mrs. Willis found out, exactly?

Laurel's rage cooled as quickly as it had flared. She slumped into a chair at the kitchen table, lit herself a cigarette, inhaled it with a dry cough, and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Throwing her shoulders back, she said to Robin, "I can understand your making a play for my husband. He's an attractive man. But why in the name of God did you have to corrupt my children, too, you wretched cunt?" Her voice was thin and bitter, stabbing Robin like a knife of ice. So it was all out in the open, huh?

Robin shook her head. Oh, Christ, the shit had really hit the fan. "God, Mrs. Willis, I don't know what to say, I mean, it was all so freaky."

"Freaky?" Laurel exploded. "Freaky? You seduce my husband, debauch my children, and you call it freaky? What the hell kind of a human being are you?"

"Look," Robin defended. "Everything that happened, well, it just happened. It was like rolling a ball downhill. Something starts, and who can stop it?"

"I caught them today," Laurel said bitterly. "Jamie was, she was balling her brother. Does it make you happy to know that your rolling ball got that far? Does it?"

Robin started to reply, but Laurel cut her off. "I'd better tell you, I'm recording all this." She jabbed her thumb at a small cassette recorder on the countertop. Robin hadn't even noticed it. "So when I go to trial for what I'm going to do to you, the jury can hear the whole filthy truth from your dirty mouth. And there's not a chance they'll convict me."

"Listen," Robin cut in, wanting nothing more than a chance to explain herself. God, she thought, somehow the idea of Mrs. Willis finding out hadn't really occurred to her. She'd reacted to the kids and their sexual advances on a footing of equality. Their mqther's reaction hadn't seemed very important. But it was now.

"Listen," she repeated, knowing that she had the floor for the moment. Her eyes flickered towards the tape recorder. It made a very soft humming sound, or was that the air conditioning? She wasn't sure, but the presence of the recording machine made her choose her words carefully. "I didn't start anything," she said. "Anything at all. Sean was the one. He came home early, found me asleep in his bed, where you told me to sack out, remember? And he tried to feel me up while I was out of it. You know what he told me? I hate to tell tales on him, but he told me he was horny all the time. Jesus, he thinks about sex a lot! That's normal!" Should she mention Sean's confession, that his mother's nonchalant bralessness and his sister's campaign of peeks kept his cock hard almost all the time he was at home? No. Not yet, anyway. "Besides, some girl would have let him ball her sooner or later. Better for him it was somebody who already knew how."

She stopped, wondering if she should go on. What about Jamie's eager voyeurism, her even more eager initiation at her brother's hands? And how should she describe what she and Jamie had done together while Sean was sleeping off his orgasms, or the manner in which she and Sam had sexed it up on the sofa in her living room? Robin was in trouble, damn straight, and the worst of it was that it really wasn't her own fault. She'd been acted upon as much as she'd acted in her own right.

Laurel's face was gray with shock. She looked ten years older than she had yesterday. Such a shame, Robin thought. She was a lovely woman. But it was Laurel's fault, too. Why couldn't she have trusted her daughter alone for one lousy night? Why did she have to be so overprotective as to hire a babysitter for a girl who didn't need one?

That was it! "Ms. Willis," Robin added, "I think you ought to know that you're nearly as much to blame as I am. Jamie's growing up. She's interested in sex. I know that I was. But you tried to muzzle her, to make her stay a baby. Maybe you're just afraid tat you're growing old yourself, but you can't."

Laurel didn't want to hear what she couldn't do. She threw herself on Robin, frothing, fuming, her fists batting and striking. She scratched and slapped at the blonde girl, almost knocking Robin to the floor with the frenzy of her attack, but Robin refused to fight back.

Amazed at the girl's passivity, Laurel began to hit Robin all the more vigorously, but the blows were strangely impotent, as though her raging strength were dissipating by the second. Her slaps became weaker and weaker.

Sympathy for Laurel radiated from every pore of Robin's body, and she held out her hands. They touched Laurel's neck and pulled the older woman's face closer to Robin's, and the blonde girl sighed as she realized what she was preparing to do.

Her mouth crushed upon Laurel's in a wet, tender kiss that attempted to sum up all Robin's apologetic sorrow.

Laurel strained to free herself, her hands flapping weakly in the air, unable now to find their target. She was so small, so pathetically tiny, and the teenager was so tall, so strong. Laurel's mouth opened suddenly, offering its warm heat to Robin, and the hands which only a second before had been flailing the blonde girl now wrapped around Robin's back. The two women melted into an embrace, Laurel on her tiptoes. Their tits rubbed together, their bellies touched, and Laurel felt herself being held up in Robin's strong grip. All the wrath that had flamed inside her seemed to vanish as she threw herself all the harder against the young girl she had only just been determined to murder.

Oh, she thought, what was happening to her?

And just as it seemed that both women were on the verge of discovering the true extent of their suddenly revealed lust for one another, Robin and Laurel felt rude, strange fingers touch their bodies and cruel hands that jerked them apart.

Dazed, stunned, they looked around, unable to reconcile the passion of their impromptu kiss with the abrupt way it had ended. "Hi," said Punch, and Timmy, and the Spider.

"Oh, Jesus!" whispered Robin.

Laurel came to her senses very slowly. Everything was happening so fast she wasn't sure who she was, what she was, where she was. Her hands combed and brushed at her tousled dark hair. "What's going on?" she mumbled.

"It's them," Robin said. "The guys who tried to rape me yesterday." Or did Mrs. Willis know about that? If she didn't, it was too late to explain now. Robin looked at their leering faces and the perfect improvisation came to her. "Look," she said, "Mr. Willis, the guy who chased you off yesterday, is in the next room. If one of us hollers, he'll come in here and wipe up the floor with you."

"Sure," said the Spider. "He's waiting for seconds, once you and this old broad finish dyking each other. Cut the shit, bitch! We cased this place before we came inside, and there's nobody here but us chickens."

Fear reduced Robin to a shell of quivering jelly. Spider's hand seized her wrist and he reeled her towards him. One of his hands cupped her tit through her thin green shirt. She was braless underneath, as always, and he could feel the fat puff of her dark nipple. "Mmm," he enthused, "you got nice boobs! Bet they taste as good as they, feel. How 'bout it, lady?" he added, looking at Laurel. "Do they taste sweet or don't they?"

"Get out of my house!" Laurel snapped, presence of mind beginning to return to her. She started to move towards Spider and Robin, but the leering young man raised his fist and backhanded her across the mouth. Laurel staggered, stumbled into the table, knocked the chair scattering to the floor on its back. She drew her fingers across her lips, staring down at the trickle of blood that anointed them.

"We're goin'," Spider said, "but we have to take your little lovebird with us. You can spare her for a while, can't you?"

As Spider spoke, something seemed to occur to Timmy, and he went to his friend's side, whispering into the Spider's ear in a voice too low for Robin to hear precisely. Spider looked up, solemn-faced.

"Yeah," he said. "That's right." He looked at the women. "There's been a little change in plans. Looks like both of you gonna have to come along with us. Leave the old broad here, she might do something silly."

Laurel's face was dead-white as she started towards the wall phone beside the door. "I'm calling the police," she said finally.

Punch was leaning on the door, looking as if he'd rather be somewhere else. But when she moved, he sprang into life, catching Laurel by the hands. "You do, and you die," he said calmly. Laurel twisted her head, looking over her shoulder. Timmy had fished a knife from his pocket, a vicious switchblade. It gleamed wickedly and her eyes enlarged as she began to whimper.

"We better get goin'," Punch said. "Somebody might come bargin' in anytime." He shifted from leg to leg while holding Laurel, as if he were struggling to keep from pissing himself.

"You'll never get away with this, Spider," Robin said with an assurance that surprised her.

"What's the matter?" he asked innocently. "We just want you to come down and take a look at our place by the river. That's all. No need to be so fuckin' unfriendly about it." He jerked at her hand, but Robin refused to budge. "Move it, bitch!" he barked, his voice changing from wheedle to threat, and she felt a knife point touch her ribcage. She had to move it. What else could she do?

The black and white '58 was outside in the driveway, blocking Robin's car. She and Laurel couldn't have escaped in the Pinto even if by some miracle they'd been able to break free of the hands that held them. Across the street a neighbor of the Willises was mowing his lawn, riding on a miniature tractor, he didn't even look up. As they were hustled into the car, Robin wondered if the tape recorder were still running. Maybe, if she and Laurel lived through whatever was about to happen, they could play the cassette at parties and tell their friends, "This is what a kidnaping sounds like." Big fucking deal!

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Laurel was too stunned by the accumulated burdens of her night and day to pay much attention to what was happening now. She sat in the back seat of the car, silent, shaking, looking like a heroin addict in desperate need of a fix. Her face was pale, her lips trembled, and the gleam had vanished totally from her dark eyes.

Punch sat beside her, tentatively exploring her body with his hands. Robin kept looking over her shoulder, from her perch in the front between Timmy and the Spider, and she paid no attention to the fact that Spider had undone half her shirt buttons and slipped a hand inside to tickle her tits. All she could see was Laurel, being manipulated by an increasingly enthusiastic Punch, who was in the process of discovering that her tits were full and firm, with no brassiere protecting them from his fingers. He rubbed the tight crotch of her slacks, too, pushing insistently with his fingers at the fabric riding across Laurel's cunt.

They were up shit creek without a paddle, Robin decided. Laurel didn't have the strength to resist, Robin didn't have the opportunity.

The blonde slouched in the front seat. Timmy was half lying on her, and it no longer seemed important that he was putting his hands inside her green shirt, inside her jeans, upon her body. His fingers pinched a nipple and she didn't even cry out. Who was there to cry to? Spider shared the front of the car with them, and he certainly wasn't about to rescue her from his buddy. Laurel Willis was completely out of it, to judge by her face.

So there was no way out of it. At least not now. But she'd be watching, and when her chance came, these bastards had better be on their toes. Yesterday she'd given Spider a boot in the nuts, and there was a crimson scar on Timmy's cheek where she'd scratched him. If Robin found an opening, she'd leave more than those petty reminders today. She'd mutilate them till, but by then the '58 had pulled up in front of the condemned house on Meigs Street and Robin was being jerked out one door and into another.

The Spider popped open a can of beer and cast gimlet eyes on the two women. "Mmm-hmmm!" he enthused, wiping foam off his mouth. "Looks like we lucked out today! Yes, indeedy!"

Robin stared at Laurel. The older woman was on one of the mattresses, lying on her back, unresisting while Timmy and Punch rolled up her sweater and began to play with her unhaltered tits. They were pink-nippled, Robin noticed, just like Jamie's. Breathtakingly full, though with a tendency to droop, Laurel's boots jiggled uncontrollably as the two boys fondled them. She said nothing. Her eyes were open but they didn't even seem to be in focus. She looked at the ceiling and made pathetic mewing noises almost too soft to be heard Robin shivered in fear, for herself as well as for Laurel.

Spider scratched his belly. "Are you and her queers?" he asked, jerking a thumb towards Laurel. "I mean, that number you were doin' on each other in the kitchen?"

"Fuck off!" Robin snapped, hugging herself defensively.

Spider flashed his knife in front of her face then, scraping the blade edge on the point of Robin's chin. "Don't mean shit," he grinned. "You could be queer as a six-dollar bill but you're still gonna get fucked. Take off your clothes, bitch!"

Robin got to her feet, very slowly, still looking for some opening she could turn around to her advantage. There wasn't any. On the mattress Timmy and Punch were just beginning to strip Laurel Willis' body. Timmy waa sliding down the older woman's jeans and panties in one quick motion, his eyes feasting on the dark forest pussy of curls between her thighs, and Robin could see the sprouting bulge in his trousers. She couldn't desert Laurel, even if there were a chance of saving herself. Robin's eyes darted back to the Spider's face just as he decided to speed up the proceedings.

His hands grabbed the collar of her shirt and yanked hard. Every button down Robin's front popped off and Spider tore the shirt from her body. She tried to cover herself, even though he'd seen her bare tits before. He acted as if he didn't care, dropping to his knees and undoing her belt and jeans. They were tight-clinging on the smooth lines of her hips and legs, but he pulled them down all the same, heaping them on the floor with her feet still in them.

Robin staggered, uncertain of her balance, and the Spider put a hand on her belly. He gave her a push and she fell backwards, plopping down on the second mattress. It was dusty and dirty, and it smelled of dry cum and spilt beer. Robin thought she was about to gag, but that merciful impulse passed by. Her feet were pulled up as the Spider tugged off her pants and panties, jerking them over her shoes. Last of all he unbuckled her platforms and let them drop to the floor.

She didn't want to look at him. She knew his cock was hard, hard for her body, and she didn't want to see the lump protruding at his crotch, didn't want to know what he was about to do with that lumpy bulge. Beside her, on the next mattress, Laurel Willis was still in shock, naked and helpless, and Timmy had crawled on his knees into the opening of her spread thighs. He had his cock out and he was stroking it nervously as he stared at the crack lurking inside her dark-fuzzed beaver.

"Go ahead," Punch invited. "Stick it in her."

"I'm scared," Timmy confessed in his high pitched voice. "We could get in trouble."

"Shit!" Spider bellowed. "Give that cunt a taste of your dick! Only kind of trouble will be if she wants seconds and you can't get it up."

He was taking off his own pants then, kicking and cursing as he jerked his legs free, and the barrel of his cock was sticking through the opening in his boxer shorts. It was a wicked looking prick, Robin thought, thick and curved, like a bull's horn.

Spider dragged his dick into the air, and she could see that it wasn't especially long, though it was thicker than any she had ever had inside her cunt. He petted his rod, as if it were a pedigreed dog on display for some connoisseur, and she saw him smile in anticipation. "I don't know how much you know about fuckin'," he said modestly, "but I reckon you'll know a whole lot more by the time I'm finished with you."

She bit her lower lip as he got down between her legs. I won't help him, she promised herself. If he wants anything, he'll have to take it. I'll just play dead. Resolutely, Robin closed her eyes and held her breath, hands on her stomach with fingers knotted together.

When he rammed his prick inside her cunt, she had to open her eyes. The shock and the pain were too much to bear stoically. His cock plunged into her unready hole, spreading the dry walls of her pussy with unendurable savageness. Robin winced and she cried aloud, locking her fingers all the tighter.

"Oh, Christ!" the Spider yelled. "This is SOOOO fuckin' good!" He rammed his dick all the way in, then drew back for a fresh stroke, grunting heavily as he filled her tight cunt once again.

Tears stung in Robin's eyes and she gasped when the Spider dropped upon her. He was like a wheelbarrow full of bricks on her body and she couldn't breathe, couldn't see. She could only feel his relentless pecker moving in her tight, aching hole. She knew that he was tearing her cunt, that she must be bleeding. He hadn't even bothered to see if her pussy was lubricated enough for penetration. And her cunt didn't want him inside. It refused to moisten, to make his screwing any easier for either of them. Robin twisted her head, sobbing out her revulsion.

"No!" she moaned, moving her face to avoid the kiss he was offering. She'd rather die than let him kiss her, too!

His sucking, leechlike mouth fastened on her neck and he started to give her a Dracula special. God, she thought in disgust, she'd have a fucking sucker bite, too! It was too Goddamned much. But she'd see him and his friends in the electric chair for this. Maybe they'd let her pull the Goddamned switch to fry them.

Robin opened her eyes and she saw that Timmy had finally gotten up his courage. His cock stuck out through his unzipped fly and he was even now inserting it Laurel's cunt, doing it slowly, carefully, as if he were afraid of making a mistake. It was a comical sight, or as near to a comical sight as this experience could provide. Robin wondered if, by concentrating on Timmy and his skittish penetration, she might be able to take her mind off what was happening to her. She tried it.

"Uggghhhh!" she groaned as the Spider's tongue licked up and down her neck from nape to earlobe. He was trying to get it inside her ear now, tracing the whorls and loops, jabbing his tongue as if he meant to fuck her there, too. And he was blowing in her ear.

Timmy sighed as he felt his dick sinking into Laurel's hole. Her crotch jerked as he continued to penetrate and his face showed that he was straining to get inside her cunt. She started to sit up, her eyes beginning to flicker with fresh life, but Punch seized her shoulders and pulled her down once more, and, as quickly as it had stirred, Laurel's resistance faded and she lay whimpering.

Punch continued to hold her until Timmy was balls deep in her gash, and his hands slid down to cup and cuddle the globes of her tits. Robin could see his fingers digging into the cushy mounds, saw the white streaks his clutch left behind, saw the nipples pinched and pink between his fingers. She was sorry that Laurel was there, sorry that she was here herself.

Spider was giving her a fucking she'd never forget as long as she lived. Him cock was hard and thick and brutal, ravaging her tender hole with callous unconcern. Robin knew that every time she saw a man she'd be able to think of nothing but this degrading experience, that she could never be able to trust a man again. Ever. She wanted to cry for herself then, but she couldn't allow Spider the gratification of seeing her tears.

As if he'd even notice. He was grunting like a Goddamned pig in rut, lying on her, crushing her tits beneath his body, banging his crotch against hers. All he cared about was getting his rocks off. And, she was very much afraid, he wasn't about to do that just yet. His fuck strokes didn't give any indication that the Spider was ready to blow his nuts and she feared that he intended to make this an all day job.

Again she looked at Laurel, sick to her heart at what she saw. Mrs. Willis was being buffeted like a toy by Timmy's amateurish, cunt-jabbing strokes. He held her legs up in the air to let his rod in deeply, and with a short, skinny cock like his, Timmy needed all the assistance he could get. Laurel's feet dangled and flopped limply. Timmy might as well be fucking a corpse.

She saw Punch let go of Laurel's tits, saw him got to his feet. He stood there a moment, watching Timmy, watching the fishlike opening and dosing of Laurel's mouth. Robin could see the thoughts forming inside his head, and she saw him glow with sudden inspiration. He unzipped, shucked off his pants, and knelt astride Laurel's tits, guiding his cock to her guppy mouth.

Robin closed her eyes, not wanting to see it, but she found herself opening them again and looking all the same. It was as if she had to know everything, to see it all.

Punch put his cock into Laurel's open mouth and moved it suggestively. She didn't get the message; she only lay there, accepting but not encouraging the rape of her body. Punch sighed and thrust his dick in a little deeper. Laurel made a faraway, gagging sound, and he pulled back quickly. His knob lay just inside the gate of her teeth, resting on her tongue, and Robin saw him caught in his quandary. It was clear she wasn't going to suck him off of her own free will. What should he do?

The blonde girl felt a little tinge of nausea as she saw Punch resignedly take hold of his cock and begin to jack himself, keeping the knob inside Laurel's mouth. It was as if he were turning the older woman into a cuspidor for his jizz. She'd never seen anything so sick in her life. She didn't want to watch. But when she tried to turn away, her own predicament became worse, for the motion of her head brought her mouth into contact with the Spider's, and she found herself kissing him unwillingly. Robin made a chocking sound as she inhaled his stale breath and she forced her lips away, finding that she was compelled to watch Laurel's degradation or else compound her own.

"Oh, baby," the Spider whispered into her ear, breathing hot air across her neck and hair, making her shiver as though the temperature had suddenly dropped fifty degrees. "Have I got a load of jizz building up for you!" And with that he was sucking and biting her skin once more, stepping up the tempo of his fucking. Robin whined in protest, but she was trapped beneath him, impaled on his disgusting prick, and she could only hope he'd be finished soon.

Timmy gave a startled cry and his shoulders shook. Robin knew that he was creaming inside Laurel's cunt. When he pulled back for a last stroke, the sides of his cock were coated in his jism, and he was sighing and groaning as though he'd just been admitted to heaven and found that he'd been elected God.

Not to be outdone, Punch began to move his hand faster and faster on the shaft of his dick. He was jerking himself off so speedily now that he couldn't keep his cockhead in Laurel's mouth. His knob slipped past her teeth to bob and jiggle in the open, but it didn't seem that he noticed or cared. His hand was a blur of motion, and Robin barely saw the first squirt of his cum blast forth.

It was a gleaming glob of cream, darting from the tip of Punch's dick towards Laurel's face, striking her between the eyes. The scum oozed down her nose, across her cheek, hanging for a long moment on her jawbone. Robin followed it with her eyes, staring curiously at the way it flowed, and when she looked away, she saw that Punch was emptying his gun right into Laurel's mouth, cleaning the fuck juice out of his dick with lightning fast strokes of his hand. She could hear the other woman's choking, muted gurgles of protest, could see Laurel's eyes rolling in confusion, it was too sick!

"Oh, shit," Timmy giggled, finally starting to pull his cock out of Laurel's hole. "I gotta piss," he added, but that was obvious, for he'd already begun. His cock streamed yellow water as he tugged it free, right onto the mattress, right onto Laurel's body, and he stood there, laughing like a hyena as he emptied his bladder shamelessly.

Punch looked behind himself with a snicker. "You're like a fuckin' dog," he chided. "If you can't eat it, piss on it." He wiped his cum-dripping dick on Laurel's cheeks and mouth and got to his feet, stepping carefully to avoid the puddle of warm piss that lay on the mattress beside Laurel, between her legs. The afternoon sun beaming through a windowless frame caught a bubble of that liquid clinging to the older woman's pussy hair, made it gleam like a tiny diamond. The incongruity of it made Robin begin to laugh hysterically, to laugh in spite of the bodily and spiritual agony she felt at that moment, and her belly heaved beneath the Spider's bulk.

"See," he grinned. "Told you it'd be fun." He began to fuck her faster, hollering to his buddies, "I think she's comin'."

They came close to watch, and Robin, laughing and crying at the same time, couldn't distinguish their faces any longer. They were blurs, ugly blurs. Nothing else. More tears rolled across her eyes, further muting their images. Now it was even difficult to see the Spider himself, his face only inches from hers. It was like peering through a rain-smeared window at a distant object. She felt almost good now.

At the other end of the room she caught a flash of something, a motion, she wasn't sure what. She blinked her eyes to clear away the tears, [missing text].

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

He came across the room, taking gant steps.

Spider's head whirled at the noise and he, like Robin, saw Punch and Timmy move to intercept.

Dennis pushed them aside like plastic ninepins and made for the Spider.

Robin screamed as she felt the rapist jerked off her, out of her cunt, and she lay almost paralyzed with deliverance. Spider opened his mouth to say something but Dennis cut him off with one fist and the Spider dropped to his knees, spitting out teeth and blood. He made hacking noises, as if he were about to vomit, and his cock shrank suddenly.

"Are you all right?" Dennis wanted to know, putting his arm around Robin.

She nodded. "I don't know about her, though," and she pointed to Laurel. "They didn't really hurt me," she added, hoping he'd believe the lie.

Punch was on his way to interfere once again. "Look here," he said, "I don't know who you are, but you got a hell of a lot of nerve coming in here and breaking up our fun."

Dennis stood up and hit him in the gut. Punch's face went putty-gray and he doubled up. Timmy held up both hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I'll get you for this," Spider moaned in pain.

Dennis dropped to his knees beside the blood-spitting rapist. He grabbed Spider's shirt collar and spun him around, theft faces only an inch apart. "Look," he said in a tight voice, "if you're still in this state by the time I come looking for you, I'm gonna kill your Goddamned ass. If that's your car outside, you'd better haul your mother-loving tail. Now!"

Robin dressed herself and then Laurel, working quickly, unwilling to take her eyes off Dennis' commanding figure. She did love him. She really did. He'd saved her, and she could never begin to thank him. When Laurel was covered, Robin helped the older woman to her feet, bracing her body.

"Will you take us home?" Robin asked her boyfriend. He nodded, staring contemptuously at the subjugated trio, and then he went to help her support Laurel. When Robin felt the other woman's weight easing upon Dennis, she slipped free and walked towards the Spider. He tried to smile at her, showing his shattered teeth and bloody ups, but she passed him by.

She looked at Punch, too. He was still groaning with the pain of his punched belly, holding himself with both hands. Beside him knelt Timmy, who'd not been seriously touched yet. But he deserved something, too, she decided, a little memento of his day's fun with two unwilling women. After all, hadn't he grinned like a Goddamned ape while he pissed all over Laurel? Robin clenched her teeth and rammed the heel of her shoe into his crotch. It was a thick, heavy heel, cloggy and strong, and she felt it make contact with his delicate jewels. Timmy's face turned green and he gave a castrato's scream. She hoped she'd broken something irreplaceable.

"Remember what I told you," Dennis said. "As soon as I get them home, I'm coming back." Robin had never seen him so angry before and she knew that he meant every word he said. She clutched his arm and hugged herself against him with a thrill of pride and love.

Outside, in the car, she turned to him. "How did you know."

"I was too anxious to see you," he confessed, a smile only now appearing on his face. "So I tried to catch you at the Willises. The kitchen looked like the annual riot at Reckardsville State, and there was a tape recorder running by the stove. A lot of it had erased, because the thing was still recording, but I heard enough to know what was going on and where to look."

"I think I love you," she replied.

But there was still Laurel Willis to contend with. The woman was definitely out of it, and it took Dennis and Robin both to get her inside. She smelled of sex and piss and fear, her clothes stained and torn. Once inside her front doorway she said, "Oh, God," in a tormented whisper, and her legs seemed to buckle. If Dennis hadn't been quick and strong, she'd have fallen to the floor.

"We've got to get her cleaned up," Robin said. "Jesus, talk about being in a mess! What are we gonna tell her husband?"

They helped the numbed and exhausted woman upstairs to the bathroom where they peeled the clothes from her abused body. She fought them weakly, but her resistance had no heart behind it, and in a moment she stood nude and pale before them. Dennis supported her while Robin filled the tub, and the blonde girl couldn't repress a heart-skipping tingle of triumph. So brave, so handsome, she thought, and he was all hers. God, she loved him!

Laurel sank into the half-filled tub, washing as the warm water touched her body, but she was still limp as a rubber doll. Dennis scudded his hands in soap and began to wash her face while Robin stripped down and entered the tub to take care of the rest of Laurel. There was no other way, she rationalized, but she couldn't help recalling the other night when she and Jamie had discovered one another's bodies in this same tub, this same way.

She washed Laurel's tits, washed them thoroughly, and was it her fault if the careful scrubbing made the nipples stand up pink and stiff? Robin's hands glided down, cleansing the belly, the hips, the legs, moving at last towards Laurel's cunt.

"I guess we should clean her inside and out," she acknowledged, and Dennis nodded. Robin's hand scooped through the soapy water and she worked two fingers into Laurel's cunt. She did it as gently as she could, not to injure the delicate tissues that had already been ravaged, but she had to admit, Timmy's cock wasn't as monstrous as the Spider's, and her own pussy was feeling almost normal now. Laurel didn't seem to be in any physical pain now anyway. Her hips moved as Robin pressed insistently, and her snatch open, and Robin's fingers slid inside. Soapy water bubbled out of Laurel's hole like cum, and, startlingly, coos began to bubble from her mouth as Robin set about rinsing and washing inside her twat. She felt Laurel's thighs close upon her hand, refusing to let it depart.

"Hey," said Dennis, looking over Laurel's shoulder at his girl. "I think she likes that."

"You're telling me," Robin giggled, thinking about the kiss she'd given Laurel this afternoon. And that reminded her of Jamie, of Bonnie, made her wonder if there were any chance if Laurel had not been emotionally and spiritually crippled by the ordeal they'd just gone through if there was any chance the two of them might someday see where another kiss might lead. She hoped so, but in her heart she doubted it.

Laurel's hips unclenched for a moment, allowing Robin to pull her fingers out of her cunt hole. "Come on," she told Dennis. "We'd better get her dried off and dressed in some decent clothes."

They took Laurel from the tub and Dennis supported her on the fuzzy bathmat while Robin toweled her dry. Strength was only beginning to return to Laurel, and she was able to take a few steps on her own as they led her down the hall to her bedroom. Dennis eased her bare body onto the bed while Robin rummaged in a closet, looking for something simple and easy to get into.

Holding a sleeveless shift dress in her hands, she turned to the others, saying, "Here, I think this will do," but the words died on her lips as she saw what was happening at the bed.

Laurel had unzipped Dennis' jeans and was fondling his half-stiff dick, a look of dazzling joy on her no-longer blank face. Dennis smiled sheepishly.

"I couldn't stop her," he explained. Laurel gave his cock a tug and he moved closer. She took his knob in her mouth, suckling it like a piece of candy.

Robin set the dress down on a chair. She put her hand on Dennis' shoulder. "Do whatever she wants, honey," she whispered. "But be gentle with her. She's been through hell." She kissed his lips. "I'm going downstairs. Mr. Willis should be back soon, and somebody's gonna have to tell him what's going on."

She was sitting on the couch reading a magazine when the front door opened. Sam Willis came inside, blinking twice when he saw her. "Hi," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story," she sighed, "and I don't know if you're gonna like all of it. But you better sit down, 'cause you'll have to hear it sooner or later."

And she told him how Laurel had called her over, chewed her out for fucking him. Jamie and Sean? That was better left till later, she decided. She described vividly the intrusion of the three degenerates, seeing his knuckles clench and go white as he thought of that crowd invading the sanctity of his home. And she told him, sparing no details, how the gang had carried her and Laurel off and had raped them, until Dennis' fortunate arrival had cut short the perverted orgy.

"My God," he said. "Where is she? Is she all right?"

"She's upstairs," Robin said, and as he moved towards the steps she caught him with, "but there's something you ought to know before you go up."

He turned, tense, and she added quickly, "The last time I saw her, she was getting ready to fuck Dennis."

"I'll kill him!" Sam growled, but Robin caught his hand.

"Hey, there," she countered. "Isn't turnabout fair play? Besides, she needed it. To help her forget. Remember how I was yesterday afternoon?"

Sam nodded. "All right, Robin. I get the message. You coming up with me?"

He took her hand and they went up to the bedroom, pausing in the open doorway. Laurel and Dennis were screwing up a storm on the big bed, her legs in the air, her lips frothing as she took his cock in her cunt again and again. Her arms clutched him fiercely and she turned her mouth to his for a hungry, desperate kiss.

"Isn't that sweet," Robin whispered. "I think she's getting over it."

Sam's arm encircled her, cupping a tit. "I know something else that's sweet," he teased, and his face nuzzled into her blonde hair. "And turnabout is fair play, Robin."

They stripped in the doorway and piled onto the bed next to Laurel and Dennis. There was plenty of room for four. Dennis did a double take when he saw Robin stretch out naked and golden beside him, and he did a triple take when he saw Sam Willis with a bulging hard-on. "Hi," he said, not knowing what else to say.

Sam lay down on his back, nodding in reply, and he held his prick upright for Robin. She settled down upon him, giving an oooohh as she took his cock into her warm cunt hole. She was hot and wet from watching Dennis and Mrs. Willis screw, and she was ready for some real fucking. Robin had things to forget, just as Laurel did.

Her greasy cunt slid down, sucking in Sam's hard pole, and Robin eased downward until her perineum grazed his balls. His dick was big and thick and comfortable and she twisted herself from side to side, just enough to get the full benefit of his big dong.

Laurel was humping like crazy beneath Dennis, kicking her heels in the air, begging him to fuck her, and the bed rocked so vibrantly that Sam and Robin really had little to do. The shaking of the mattress beneath them provided a perfect screwing rhythm for them, and all they had to do was hang on.

Dennis was thrusting harder by the moment, his ass muscles tightening and straining in a way that Robin knew well. She watched over her shoulder, holding her breath, working with him, and when he thrust forward with a sighing cry she matched it with a sympathetic call of her own. He grabbed Laurel around the waist and pulled her against him, jackrabbiting his cum into her sucking twat. The woman resisted her natural impulse for only a moment before she, too, erupted in a lurching, wailing orgasm that wrapped her legs around Dennis like iron bars.

It was the most exciting thing Robin had ever seen, to watch her guy fuck another woman to a peak of delight, to know that someone else was tasting the kind of loving that had brightened her entire life. She began to hump faster on Sam, wanting the two of them to share a come with Laurel and Dennis. Her cunt twisted and jerked on his impaling rod, teasing it to more vigorous action. He seemed to have the same desire, for he grabbed her by the hips and rocked her up and down with the fury of his assault. Each time his dick slammed its way up into her slick channel her cuntlips spread acceptingly, pressuring her throbbing clit. Robin squirmed, she squealed, and before Laurel's orgasmic moans had quite died away Robin added her own to the symphony. In another moment Sam lunged upward and filled her snatch with his cum.

It was dripping out of her cunt as fast as he could squirt it in, but Robin didn't care. Her pussy muscles were milking his rod dry and she rode him happily. But the pleasure of the moment wore thin and drifted away, leaving behind only its memory, and she settled into a pleasant perching upon Sam's softening dick.

Laurel's voice cut into the silence. "Sam," she said, giving the first indication she knew he was there, "I guess Robin told you."

"Everything," he assured her, "but as long as you're okay."

"I love you," she replied. Her hand slid across the bed, searching for his, finding it. Robin saw it and she knew what she must do. She picked herself up, allowing Sam's dick to slide out of her twat, and she tapped Dennis on the shoulder. He lifted himself from the grip of Laurel's legs, and the Willises came together on the bed.

Their lips met and their bodies touched, and almost before Robin knew it, Sam had a hard-on once again and began inserting his cock inside his wife's cunt. Laurel took it with a cry of gratification, and she was once more the beautiful woman Robin had admired so much yesterday. The careworn, trembling lady who had assailed her in the kitchen earlier today was gone, and Robin hoped it would be a permanent absence.

She took Dennis' hand and they got off the bed, searching for their clothes. Sam left off fucking for a moment and turned to follow them with his eyes. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"We figured we'd be going," Robin explained, holding her shirt.

"Oh, no!" Laurel protested. "Stay, please."

"Damn right," Sam grunted. "After all, I think the four of us are pretty good friends by now."

Robin looked into Dennis' face, waiting for his decision. He shrugged. She tossed herself onto the bed, legs spread and waiting, and she purred, "Come and get me, tiger!"

Jamie Willis kicked at a pebble beside the front doorstep. Sean followed her at a respectable distance. If they came in together, if they were talking or smiling, Mom would pitch a bitch. She was positive of that. Besides neither of them had anything to be worked up about. They'd spent the afternoon at the movies, watching a pair of crummy films on a double bill.

She stopped outside the door. "I bet we're gonna catch hell when we get inside," she told her brother. "All because you had to spill the beans. Daddy's home, too. I bet she's told him. He'll probably take a belt to you or something. Whose cars are those other two, tough? The Pinto and the Mustang?"

Sean shook his head. "We better go on inside," he said. Jamie sighed and opened the door.

Even downstairs it sounded like a mattress testers' convention was going on up there. The kids looked at each other big-eyed.

"Listen to that!" Jamie giggled.

"Yeah," said Sean. "I'll bet they didn't even hear us come in."

Jamie's face brightened. "Let's see what's going on."

She led the way upstairs on cat feet. From the head of the steps they could see that their parents' bedroom door was open, and the kids agreed silently that maybe they should try to sneak a peek.

Crouching, they peered around the doorframe, unable to believe what they were seeing. Mom was on her back, Daddy kneeling astride her chest, driving his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. She ate his prick wolfishly, greedily, making great slurping sounds as she swallowed his huge dick. Jamie's eyes were enormous as she took in the sight, but what made her shiver with a feeling she couldn't name was the presence of still another couple on her parents' bed.

Robin Mackenzie was on all fours, her head and fingers dipping into Laurel's snatch while she took Dennis' cock into her twat doggie-style. Her silky blonde hair swirled and shook as she screwed cock and sucked cunt.

Jamie stepped back from the doorway, trembling and giggling in a nervous undertone. "Do you believe that?" she asked shakily, hand reaching for her apple titty only to find that Sean had already appropriated that particular goodie for himself.

"I think Mom's had a change of heart, or something, since this morning," her brother whispered.

"Come on, then," Jamie snapped. "We'd better take advantage of it while it lasts." She darted pest the open door, followed by Sean, and they closed her bedroom door behind them.

Fucked out, sucked out, the four of them lay lolling on the Willis' big double bed. Robin and Laurel we cuddling heach other's tit. Dennis and Sam flanking them on either side. Peace and contentment, deep and dreamy, had settled upon them all a peace and a contentment that were abruptly broken by the sound of a shrill girlish squeal of agony mingled with almost unspeakable bliss.

"What in the hell was that?" Sam barked, sitting up in shock.

"I don't know," Laurel fretted, her boob heating as it nestled in the cup of Robin's warm hand.

Robin let go Laurel's tit and dropped her feet to the floor. "I'll go see," she volunteered.

In a couple of minutes she returned, her head hanging slightly, a sheepish grin on her face.

"It was Jamie," she explained. "She just took it up the ass for the very first time, and it surprised her a little bit. She was kinda tight, you know?"

Sam's eyes went wide. "Jamie? Taking what up the ass? With whom?" He was quite apparently ready to jump out of bed, race down the hall, and murder the defiler of his daughter.

Laurel's hand settled upon his chest, teasing at his man hairs, pinching one of his nipples. "Apparently we never got around to telling you about that," she sighed. "Jamie and Sean have started fucking each other. As a matter of fact, they made Robin show them how to do it. What do you think we ought to do?"

Sam shrugged. Things were happening too fast for him today. "I don't know," he said, looking at the bed he and his wife had shared turn and turnabout with this handsome young couple.

"Rabin, why don't you ask them to come in here?" Laurel suggested serenely. The girl smiled in acknowledgement, and she came back in just a moment with a naked Sean and Jamie. They stood in the doorway, grinning proudly, Jamie very smug faced in her assurance that no one was about to cast any moral stones at her now.

She went towards the bed and stood unblushingly, her young body on display. Sean hung back, standing in a slouch, as if he weren't sure about the propriety of displaying the hard-on his young sister had given him.

"What did you want, Mom?" Jamie asked artlessly. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, hips rising and falling, her tiny titties bouncing slightly.

"I just wanted to tell you," Laurel smiled, "that we're going to have to arrange some kind of birth-control protection for you. Do you have any preferences?"

"See," Robin whispered into Sean's ear. "It's okay." She patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, but his eyes were on his parents and sister.

"The pill, I guess," Jamie said. "It's probably the easiest way." She said it offhandedly, as if she didn't care one way or the other. Leaning forward, she put her fingertips on Sam's cock. It was soft now, but it was still big, and she whistled appreciatively. "Wow," she giggled. "That's a big one."

Sam's cock stiffened sharply at her gentle touch. Sam looked at Jamie, then at Laurel. His wife blushed. "She is growing up," Laurel confessed, "but I don't feel threatened by it any more. Oh, go ahead! You will sooner or later!"

Jamie lifted her eyebrows, wondering if she'd heard what she thought she heard. Impulsively she dropped to her knees, taking her father's pecker in both hands. She rubbed it between her palms as it grew to its full length, and her eyes got big. No one was stopping her. She looked at her parents. They were staring at one another and at her, saying nothing.

Jamie looked over her left shoulder. Sean and Robin were staring at her, too, and so was Robin's boyfriend. It seemed as if they were all waiting for her to do something. Well, Mom had finally admitted that she was growing up. Wasn't it time for the proof of the pudding?

She opened her mouth and sucked in her father's cock. God, his rod was bigger than she'd counted on! It seemed to fill her young mouth completely, and she couldn't get much of it inside. She relaxed herself, letting his dick ride on her tongue, using her jaws and her lips and her salivary glands to show her daddy how much his daughter knew about eating peters.

Robin felt Sean tremble against her as Jamie went to work, and she was pretty sure she knew what he was thinking. His eyes were upon his mother, sitting gracefully naked on the bed. Robin caught Laurel's glance and a look of understanding passed between the two women. She put her hand on Sean's backbone and gave him a little push. He stumbled, but he caught his balance then, and he walked towards his mother with determination.

She lay back on the bed, arms uplifted to receive him. One of her hands wrapped around his hard young cock, grasping in a maternally warm cuddle, and Sean gave a moan that resounded through the room. He moved with her, onto her, into her, and she lifted her legs to hold him close. His ass trembled as he held his prick inside her cunt, and then he started to fuck with all his young energy.

Jamie made desperate sucking sounds as she nursed the end of her father's pecker, and it was obvious that she was working frantically to get more of his prick inside. Sam touched her head and she raised her eyes towards his face, reading the invitation he offered her.

She stood up, letting his dick slide out, wet and reddened, and she panted a moment in excitement. Her eyes took in her mother and brother, who were fucking blissfully, and she told Sam apologetically, "Wow, Daddy, I don't know if I can take all of you. My pussy's still kinda tight, you know?"

"You'll learn," he said huskily. "We'll work on it. A lot."

Dennis hopped off the bed as Jamie crawled on. Five was a crowd, and besides his eyes told Robin he'd rather be with her. They stood in the doorway, watching as the Willis family writhed in unconventional combinations. Sean was doing a good job he already had his mother moaning and wailing, and she was beating her fists on the bedspread as she humped her cunt onto his impaling rod time and again. Their mouths came together and they discovered delightfully that mother and son can indeed kiss like lovers and enjoy it.

And Jamie was on her hands and knees, taking her father's prick into her snug little cunt from behind. He entered her twat carefully, giving her only an inch of cock at a time, but his big pole was splaying her little hole deliciously and there were big bubbles of sweat on her face as it rocked from side to side.

"Hurry, Daddy," she was telling him in a shaky voice. "Please hurry and give me all of your cock!"

Robin took Dennis' hand in hers and squeezed it. "I think we ought to go," she said regretfully. "Don't you?" He nodded. "Well, grab your clothes and let's," she said.

They dressed outside in the hall. He steadied her while she lifted each foot in turn to don shoes, and he said in a pleasant voice, "You know, I think you ought to tell me a little more about this. I came down from Columbus to make up with you, brake in on those bastards who were dumping on you and Laurel, and the next thing I know, I'm in the middle of an incest scene."

Robin laughed. "It's a long, long story," she confessed. "Why don't we go grab a burger while I tell you about it?" Hand in hand, they went down the stairs.

THE END

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