Fugue, in its psychiatric context, is a temporary flight from reality. In its musical context, it is the voicing of a theme which is responded to, in strict order, by others. Robin, the heroine of this novel, has reached a point in her life where both interpretations apply, except her flight is toward reality.
Beautiful people, while blessed by nature with the physical capacity to enjoy life on a much grander scale than, most, often find themselves much more at odds with life. This can be explained quite well by the "billiard bal!" theory. If a ball is moved fast enough and often enough, the probability of collision can usually be predicted accurately.
Robin is the billiard ball in this story, just as polished and smooth, but infinitely more interesting in shape. Beautiful and talented to the point where growing boredom is causing more frequent reevaluation of her emerging sensuality, she meets a boy very young in years but mature between his legs.
The young stud, having gotten his foot in her seldom-used door, acts as a catalyst to bring about a serious confrontation with herself. At a time when her career is starting to take off, Robin has to confront herself with a sensuality that she has managed to keep buried.
Robin's hang-up is the near-nymphomania she feels for young boys, especially well-hung lads with overflowing balls.
With a great deal of insight, Robin realizes that the only way to deal with her hang-up is to go with it, to squeeze every possible variation from it. The gutsy way she alters her life style in order to do this is an accurate reflection of the way Robin does everything, all the way.
The lovely heroine finds, in her headlong flight through her sensual maze of debauchery, that she has the beautiful gift of drawing the guts right out of a man-in more ways than one. Even more importantly, she learns that her flight is the most healthy and therapeutic thing she could have done. She not only comes to understand the "little gir!" in the beautiful whore's body, but coaxes her out of her "closet" to play.
Robin's "Theme," once she voices it, is the primal mating cry of the ripe female in heat. The response she elicits is predictable and exciting once you get to know her. The horny (no pun intended) point and counterpoint that results, though exciting, is not predictable.
The teacher quite often learns from the pupil, and Robin learns from her young, passionate playmates-even as she teaches them. In fact, she is quite capable of completing her thesis as the interlude ends.
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-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The woman slid the big convertible into a parking slot, cut the engine and blinked her headlights for the carhop. It was after ten and the place was crowded, as usual, primarily with teenage couples, noisy gangs of young boys and, occasionally two or more young girls, invariably parked near enough to the boys to make the stop worthwhile.
The convertible and its occupant were somewhat out of place, especially the woman. Even with the top down, her eye-catching looks demanded more than the car revealed. Her short cut blonde hair lay close on her small, well-shaped head and blended well with the smooth tan of her face. One looking at Robin for the first time always started there, then, fascinated, realized the perfect beauty of her features was denied only by the nose which would have to be called pert, and the mouth which would be deemed too wide, the lips a trifle too full, perhaps even too sensual. The knowledge of all this and the fact that she didn't give a Tinkers damn also was a delightful part of her face.
At thirty-four, Robin was thoroughly acquainted with herself, indeed, more so than most twice that age. Life had been kind of her, giving her more than her share of everything it seemed, including that intangible that sometimes accompanies extreme good fortune-luck.
Her parents were well off and in good health, had endowed her with the seeds of fine intelligence and healthy body, and had always used the good sense of independence and ability to reach out eagerly for life. Her intelligence had been nurtured and encouraged by good schools that also provided the grace and easy confidence that surrounded Robin like a shield. Her body, like her mind had matured early allowing her natural coordination and taste for physical challenge to develop as smoothly as her muscles and bones.
The carhop, who couldn't have been more than fifteen, finally acknowledged her presence and stopped to take her order. Robin, amused, felt as well as read the raw contempt in the young girl's face as she took the order. "Never fails," Robin muttered to herself as the chubby little bitch swung her broad, round bottom off toward the pick-up counter. Robin instinctively understood the girl's frustration and had learned to handle the situation a long time ago. She might as well have had a sign reading "Plenty" painted on her back, she knew, and that sign had made it exceptionally difficult to make real and lasting friendships among the girls at school and at work. The truth was, however, that Robin really didn't care at all, in fact, she preferred things that way. It made everything go just a little easier.
Robin glanced around the parking lot impatiently, her small foot tapping the carpeted floor to the beat of the rock spilling softly from the dash. "Damn," she cursed softly, feeling a little silly 'for being there in the first place. The night was a big zero so far and, though this was the first stop she had made, Robin had the feeling she would wind up the evening back in her apartment alone, drinking martinis and masturbating herself to sleep. That had been her fate the previous two nights, and the discouraging outlook was beginning to bring to light the one fracture in Robin's otherwise well integrated personality. The knowledge that it existed and the ability to dissect and analyze it didn't help a goddamn bit and all of Robin's frustration was centered around that fracture. It had become, through the years like a wound, not bad enough to deter her in any noticeable way, or unsightly enough to sour her exciting outlook on life, but sometimes raw and always the key to her drive.
Robin was on the verge of starting the car and digging out of the drive-in in a cloud of smoke when the carhop arrived with her order, hung it on the door, blew a tremendous bubble with her gum and left. In spite of the frustration she felt, Robin also felt hungry, and dug into the food.
The mild sound of rubber on asphalt brought Robin's head around abruptly as a neat, late model 'cuda rocked to a halt in the spot next to her. Almost before the car had sat back on the shocks, the little carhop with the big ass was on it with a smile so obvious that it told Robin all she wanted to know in an instant. Mad at herself for the sudden twinge of excitement she felt, Robin glanced boldly over at the car. All she could see was the back of the man's head as he carried on a conversation that drew sickeningly kittenish giggles out of the plump girl. "For this I'm wasting my time?" Robin chastised herself, "Time to get a hold of myself."
Why, oh, why, Robin thought, can't I just go out and get laid like most single girls do? Why, when all you have to do is smile and every male under sixty within range wants to take you home to, if not mother, his bed. Why, for God's sake, when your body feels like it's on fire any time you aren't so tied up in your work that you can't give in to it, and why did the only man who ever possessed you become a drunk and a neurotic in two short, totally miserable years?
Because, Robin answered her questions simply and honestly, / am only excited by young boys, and I haven't quite figured that one out.
Reality broke in on Robin's thoughts with almost physical force as she realized that she was staring full into the dark eyes of the young man in the 'cuda.
The frozen, serious set of his face as he looked into Robin's eyes was no more than she had come to expect from most males who looked at her, but something about the hawk-like intensity of his smooth, boyish features triggered a sudden, unexpected flush of warmth through Robin that she had only experienced in her sexual fantasies prior to this instant. He couldn't be more than fifteen, she knew as she stared unashamedly and hungrily at him, but he was tall and he bore the mark of a warrior about him.
Robin pulled her eyes from the boy, feeling his still on her. / want him, she thought excitedly. Really, and-I need him. I must find out if I'm really hopeless, if my body is playing a game I can't understand, or whether I can really give myself to someone like him.
The physical need that had always been a strong part of Robin's healthy appetite and that had been building unbearably the past three months since the divorce had finally broken through the firm control she had built layer by layer since her young body had begun to take on the signs of early womanhood. She had taken a healthy approach to the normal adolescent awareness of her blossoming body and that of the boys she admired.
Robin's thoughts slipped back for the first time in years to the parties and car rides which always ended out by the eighteenth hole of her father's club or on the ridge that overlooked the city. She had been aware even then of the effect her stunning young body was having on the boys she let date her and had learned to use her power early, letting them kiss her and fondle her promising young breasts until they panted and broke into a sweat and occasionally letting one she responded to especially rub himself against her soft young hip or thigh until, gasping with frustrated need, he spent himself inside his fly.
And college, her thoughts drifted onward, much the same but her body by then harder for her to control and the young men teaching her more about the subtle places of her body with their hands, and she, with a certain sense of fairness, learning about them, in fact, thrilling at the feel of their rigid organs in her hand more, much more than she let them know. The soiled handkerchiefs out the window and the soaked pants she kept from her roommates were all a part of that.
Where did it happen? The years before she met and married Bill, good years, exciting years for a beautiful, intelligent, talented girl. Years filled with every possible kind of suitor, every conceivable proposition extended under all manner of circumstances, yet holding back. Robin found herself laughing softly and somewhat cynically at herself. The utterly free spirit, the Virgin Goddess too busy, altogether too talented to let your body enjoy its real need, have given you an acceptable and almost believable rationalization, old girl, but why did it all break down?
Robin could still feel the eyes of the boy on her and, in spite of the question and answer session she was having, moved her eyes back to him. The smile on his face was nice, she decided, not snide or self-conscious, just nice. Her mouth, too wide, formed itself into a smile that answered the boy's. To Robin's surprise, was more honest than some of the answers she had been getting from herself. She felt good, almost high. For once, she knew she was going to face her innermost problem with the directness and level-headed thinking that had made her the youngest vice president in the history of the magazine she worked for. Robin decided not to analyze why.
She felt the tightness begin in her breasts as she devoured the young boy with her gold flecked eyes, then moved slowly down to her abdomen, spreading like warm fingers to the insides of her damp thighs. She became acutely aware of the restriction of her light bra as her firm, upturned breasts seemed to swell and force the large, brown areola and sensitive nipples tighter against it. The warm flood of feeling in her lap moved like liquid around her thighs and up the back to gently caress her beautiful buttocks. Gently, she squeezed the warm, white cheeks together, sending the gentle warmth into the deep cleavage to tickle the peach fuzz there and seep warmly into the swollen mass of long, dark pubic hair. Giving in to the wildly sensual, almost physical pressure of the warmth, she let her smooth, perfectly formed thighs move slightly apart, the crotch band of her brief nylon pants pressing into her damp mons and forcing the heavy, itching vulva aside to lie against her almost painfully distended clit.
Her body became a total sensual organ as she gently moved her sweating thighs against each other and she had to do something-fast. She turned up the radio just as the almost painful friction turned to swift, hot pleasure as she felt herself cum. So intense was her orgasm that it was all Robin could do to stifle the moan of animal pleasure that escaped her sensually contorted mouth. Continuing to toy with the radio, yet hating the distraction as the warm feeling bathed her in gently subsiding waves, Robin felt the partial release that masturbation always brought, yet, under cover of well being, she felt the distant heat of a newer, stronger need.
In full control of herself, Robin reached for the salt container and knocked it to the pavement, a slight frown of annoyance crossing her mouth as prepared to retrieve it. As she had planned, the young boy beat her to it.
"I believe this belongs to you," he said. There was just the flicker of a smile on his thin, hard lips and Robin felt as though he was looking right through her. Her blanket of tranquility was starting to smoke as her body responded to the boy's presence in a manner she was totally unaccustomed to. For the first time in her life, she found herself sneaking a look at a male fly, almost wishing it were open so that she could see. His saber slim body seemed taut as spring steel, yet totally in control, and she had the most realistic urge to bend it and see if it would snap.
"Thank you," she responded in her musically sexy voice that was as much a part of her as the splendid physical endowments nature had blessed her with. The boy was eyeing those endowments as would any man with an ounce of sap in him, and Robin began to feel more in control of the situation. "That was very clumsy of me," she added, letting him feel the full shock of her considerable charm.
"That's the Stones, isn't it?" he asked.
"I think so," Robin said, "but to tell you the truth, I'm not a great authority on music."
He smiled, a real one this time, and the young woman felt more strongly attracted to the boy than any man she had met or known, including her ex-husband. The thought thrilled her.
The boy was no dummy, Robin knew, but he had to be handled just right. He had enough sensitivity to recognize class when he saw it, but if she had to bet, she would bet that he had the underlying balls to pick up a challenge, no matter how subtle. She helped him with the conversation and managed to have him slide in beside her on the front seat. At close quarters, Robin read his eyes carefully as he loosened up a little. He was very aware of her body at close range and the crazy thought hit Robin that perhaps he could smell the damp musk of her panties. The thought excited her.
The chubby little carhop stopped beside the car to pick up the tray, obviously expecting the boy to give her a much prized verbal stroke, but Tom didn't know she existed. He did make a fumbling attempt to take the bill from Robin, but she gripped his lean wrist and placed her own bills on the tray. The crestfallen young lady, not being a complete idiot, picked it up and left.
Still grasping his wrist in her hand, the stiff, curly hair sending little tingles up her arm, she could sense the impact of the physical contact on Tom. Half by her guidance, and half by Tom's instinctive maleness, she placed her hand on the seat and felt the heat of his palm resting lightly on the full curve of her mid thigh. Robin almost held her breath as she dropped the gauntlet and met the boy's eyes levelly.
The boy stared back into her eyes for a moment before he spoke, his dark, smoky eyes reflecting a warmth and sensitivity that sent chills down her spine. "You are a very beautiful and desirable woman, Robin," he finally said, his voice measured, serious and very low. "You are also a very warm and vibrant one and, at the risk of making a complete fool of myself, I'm going to tell you that I want to make love to you more than anything else on earth."
The boy's simple and beautiful declaration brought the smoldering fire deep within Robin into raw, red flame. "And I you," she answered. "I want you to come to my apartment with me and make love to me until you can't any more, and then I'll cook you the best breakfast you can find in town."
Robin glanced nervously in the rear-view mirror as she drove to reassure herself that Tom was still with her. The steady waves of excitement built as she neared her apartment and realized that soon her persistent fantasy of being fucked by a hot-blooded young boy would be a reality. There was no doubt in her mind that the fantasy was built on some real need and one that could be satisfied.
Stopping at the entrance to the underground garage, she gave old George, the attendant, the necessary approval for Tom's car, then pulled into her space and waited for Tom.
Taking her manfully by the elbow, Tom let her lead him to the elevator. Her graceful walk as he looked down on the top of her honey-colored hair gave Tom a wonderful sense of pride. Being near and with this woman, he felt, was the most important thing that had ever happened to him. The deep sense of mystery about her fascinated him almost as much as the tremendous appeal of her body. Every inch of her figure from the full, wide lips to the fine boned and perfectly turned arch of her foot challenged him and he felt himself respond to that challenge with a maturity he had just learned he possessed. Tom was no virgin and hadn't been for a number of years, thanks to Mrs. Whitmore, but he sensed that the real challenge would be more than a prized cock and well-loaded balls.
CHAPTER TWO
As the door slid closed and the lift started up, Robin was intensely aware of the intimacy of the small cube. She could feel the warmth of Tom's hand still on her arm and wondered if he would kiss her. The thought of his young, sweet mouth intrigued her, but somehow she was glad the pleasure was postponed.
Robin's body was so terribly keyed for love that each new sensual thought added momentum to her state of excitement, raising it minutely to a newer, higher level.
The door slid open and Robin, fishing the key out of her purse, strode the few steps to her door. Turning at the door, she handed the key to Tom and noticed the small tremor of his hand as he inserted the key.
Robin was proud of her apartment as well she should be. She had moved in right after the separation from Bill and, since then, spent considerable time and money on arranging it to suit her taste. The result was an accurate reflection of taste, class and warmth, the qualities she wore with authority and ease.
Tom stood just inside the door as Robin threw the light switch. He sucked his breath quickly as the subtle light brought the apartment to quiet, friendly life. In the background he could hear the soft music, which seemed as much in keeping as everything he set his eyes on.
Robin watched Tom's face as he openly responded to the impact of the apartment. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction in sharing the quality of her life with him and knew, in spite of his boyishness, the young man also knew and accepted the things she held dear. It showed in the sure way he handled himself. Two of a kind, she thought, yet I'm twenty years older than this boy.
Not caring to probe all the possibilities that opened up, Robin strode across the large living area enjoying the sensual feel of the deep, expensive carpeting. Reaching the large bar which formed a crescent around the large floor to ceiling window, she stopped long enough to peel the boots off and, wiggling her toes in the carpet, went behind to f be martinis.
Tom had closed the door and, as Robin glanced up at him across the bar, he stood by a large, heavy draped window looking out over the city. "Funny," he said, "it looks so different at night, so clean and neat looking from up here."
"And so damned deceptive," Robin said, handing him a large martini. Tom took the cocktail and watched Robin fascinated as she stuck the pink tip of her tongue into the liquid to test it. "Ummmm," she moaned sexily, "just right."
Robin reached behind the drapes of the huge window and flicked a switch which killed some of the light and gave a much clearer view from the heights, then moved next to the tall young boy, hip to hip, as they stared wordlessly at the world below. She enjoyed the firm warmth of his thigh pressing against hers, so hard and male, and so beautifully intimate. Tom's hand rested, almost forgotten on her back, the fingers moving gently, and Robin thrilled at the knowledge that goosebumps were forming under his hand.
"Tom," she said softly, "help yourself to the martinis. I'm going to take a quick shower." He made a move to reach for her but his glass got in the way as she wheeled and strode toward her boudoir.
Tom, following her back with his dark eyes, felt as though he had been plugged suddenly into the electrical outlet. He knew very well the woman was a knockout, but he wasn't prepared for the sight of her beautifully vibrant buttocks smoothly framed by her sensually contoured hips or the smooth perfection of her long, full muscles of thigh and calf, so perfectly concealed beneath the soft warm-looking skin. She would never have to wear stockings with the texture of her legs. "God," Tom murmured, "she moves like a big cat."
Involuntarily, Tom ran his hand down the front of his fly, fiercely proud of the throbbing bulk that met his fingertips. Almost dizzy at the thought of what he was going to do with his swelling manhood, he went to the bar and poured himself another drink.
Removing her blouse and mini, Robin stood in front of the full-length mirror of her dressing table, pleased with the reflection that greeted her. Reaching behind her back to loosen her bra, she arched her back slightly. There wasn't a wrinkle on Robin's body that the greatest sculptor wouldn't have put there. Her body was a study of planes and shadows.
The slim curve of Robin's throat flowed beautifully into her breasts which stood just as firm with the bra off as they had before. The dark pink of her large areolas puffed slightly to support the strawberry-colored nipples.
As Robin bent to slip the soiled panties over her flaring hips and creamy buttocks, the heavy breasts hung tantalizingly down, forming a deep, warm cleft as the globes touched. It always excited Robin to see her breasts in this perspective and, smiling at her reflection, she gently moved her shoulders to watch them shiver and wobble.
Stepping out of her panties, she proudly admired the total effect of her full length. With all the eye-watering diversions her body offered, the focus was led to the black triangle of womanhood near the center of her body. Wide at the top, the mass of thick, black hair plunged into a point as it disappeared between the flesh of her thighs. Like her mouth, Robin's pronounced and fleshy mons seemed almost a trifle too much so, but had much the same effect. Robin was made for love. Each sensual, erogenous area of her body was turned to this purpose, yet Robin had never let the fuel that was so abundantly stored deep inside her flow to fill its purpose.
"Tonight, I will," she whispered excitedly.
"Tonight I'll fuck this kid as I have so often in my fantasies. Only tonight I'll make him suck these." Her hands were on the stiff-nippled breasts, squeezing them as if they were dough.
Caught in her fantasy and letting herself go, Robin spread her thighs apart and, moving her hands from her bobbing breasts, ran them sensually down her slick flanks, her fingertips following the deep crease of the well-defined labia to the place where her tight buttocks came together. Clenching her lower lip in her teeth and pushing her pelvis forward, Robin felt the wetness fill the deep cleft and smelled the lusty odor.
Robin threw her head back, her eyes tightly closed, as her fingertips teased her opening. "He's probably a virgin," she crooned, her hands sticky. "It doesn't matter, honey, I'll teach you-yes." She trembled as she visualized the smooth, young body of the boy, his pink, stiff cock starting into her hot vagina, then shooting gobs and gobs of his sweet semen into her wide-spread cuntlips. "Too late to stop now," she said, feeling the fiery tip of her clit under the sopping mass of hair and flesh. Her buttocks bunched and clenched as she trembled and came.
Tom, working on his second martini, was trying desperately to get Robin out of his mind, but his cock wasn't buying it. He felt raw from the friction of his throbbing tool against the inside of his slacks and his balls felt like they were in a vise.
Hearing the bedroom door open, he drained his drink, placed it on the bar and slowly spun around on the stool.
Tom's breath caught in his throat as he watched Robin cross the room. The vise tightened unmercifully on his balls and the flash of white thighs under the dark film of her short nightie sent the blood pounding to his temples. He could see the cute dimple of her navel where the material stretched tightly against her and the dark circles of her freely moving, unrestrained breasts as the nightie outlined them perfectly. He felt his cock tighten and convulse as he saw the dark triangle nestled between her flaring hips.
The hot waves of Tom's excitement reached out to Robin to add to that she already felt. The release she had given herself had only banked the deep fire in her belly. The shower had not helped. She had to have this young boy. Funny, she thought, how all the teasing games are useful to a point.
Her high-heeled slippers lent an almost obscene thrust to her ass that Robin felt and enjoyed much the same as she enjoyed Tom's hot eyes on her.
She continued walking right into his arms and, reaching around his neck, she tilted her head back, eyes closed and soft lips parted.
"Oh, Tom," she whispered as his wide mouth came down on hers. His hard chest crushed the soft, full breasts against themselves as she clung to him, her hips pushing up tight, yielding to the firm pressure of his hands on the small of her back. "Oh!" she mumbled, startled at the unexpected feel of his hard genitals against her belly. Before she had a chance to react, Robin felt the long, strong thrust of the boy's tongue, frighteningly thick, slide into her mouth like a red velvet cock. Deeper it went, as she held her breath, touching the warm, tender places in her mouth, with exciting purpose, seeking the innermost reaches of her hot, wet throat.
Robin's body, struggling for breath in near panic, reacted with the young strength of desperation. Placing her hands on the young boy's face, she tore her mouth from his, taken aback by the degree of excitability he had shown. Staring in bewilderment into his dark eyes, she saw them slowly soften, the wild, unrelenting look turning to the soft, sensitive one she had found so appealing earlier. "Oh, Tom," she whispered, seeing the trickle of bright red oozing from beneath her fingernails. Impulsively, she bent to his bleeding cheek and placed her full, wet lips there.
The warm, salty taste of Tom's blood on her lips went through her system like wildfire, the exciting vision of cats mating flashing through her brain. The prelude of slash and snap before the ultimate mating was, she thought, as real and as primitive as it had ever been.
Her tongue, licking his cheek, thrilling to the slight stubble of beard on his young face, moved as naturally as though it were separate from her body, but not her emotions. Robin's emotions were crowding the line of control she had set and maintained for them all her life, and they were taking her body with them. Robin, acutely aware of that, was glad her eyes were hidden from Tom. She wasn't quite sure whether she liked it or not. Was her near panic a few seconds ago the result of her strong survival instincts? Or of that last ditch emotional lock-out that had always, even in marriage, kept her from the full purpose of her being?
"Oh, God, Tom," she said, "help me, please. HELP ME!"
Her words, so helpless and soul baring, had an immediate effect on Tom. His fingers which had been unconsciously digging into the soft flesh of Robin's hip a moment ago, relaxed and moved up to stroke the rigid muscles beneath the satin smoothness of her warm back. Almost immediately he felt her relax against him, responding to his caress. In a way he didn't fully understand, he knew that the frightened little girl that cried out to him was very real, as real as the lush, sensual body that hid her. If he could merge the two, the reward would be one he'd never forget. This knowledge lent strength to Tom and a fierce sense of manhood and maturity brought his senses to a razor sharp edge.
Robin, overwhelmed by the boy's sensitive, warm response, let herself relax against him completely. A sense of self-hate rushed through her, bringing quiet tears of frustration to her eyes. Her response had been so damned infantile, so frivolous, so unlike her. Her two previous experiences within the past month had not been like this. When, a month ago, she had decided to give in to her fantasy of making love to young boys, it had been quite different. In fact, she had felt an unfair advantage as she easily lured them into the back seat of her car and into the warmth of her embrace.
The experiences had been less than rewarding. The sense of excitement in carrying them out had been the only real reason she had attempted this third time. And, faced with the real passion of this compellingly sexual young boy, she was acting like a virgin school girl.
"Bear with me, dear Tom," she said, baring herself to him as she had never done with anyone. "I want you, Tom. I guess I need you. Please stay with me. You can, can't you?"
The warmth and compassion in the boy's eyes as he nodded assent sent her spirits soaring. "The phone's there," she said, brushing her warm lips against his as she released herself from his gentle grasp.
CHAPTER THREE
The lean line of Tom's boyish body renewed the physical attraction Robin had felt for him before she had gone so completely ape in his arms. A warm flush spread through her as she recalled the hard thrust of his manhood against her belly a few minutes earlier.
Raising her glass to Tom's back, Robin made a silent toast: Here's to getting drunk.
Tom, smiling, popped himself on a barstool and told her everything was taken care of. "I'm spending the night with a buddy. You are my buddy, aren't you?"
"Yep, best ole drinking buddy you ever had, I reckon," Robin said, then seriously, "Have you ever been with a drunk broad, Tom?"
"Yes I have, many times." The easy way he answered surprised Robin.
"Well, Tom," she said, "I've decided to be one tonight, so if I tease you, just be patient and I'll probably pass out."
Tom considered what Robin had just said and decided that she would be just as desirable drunk as sober. If she chose to be the former, he would be right there with her. He raised his glass quickly and drained it as Robin looked at him in wide-eyed surprise. "You do," he said, "and I'll rape you."
The word sent a strange thrill through Robin. She sat on the stool next to him. "Would you really rape me, Tom? I wouldn't think that would be much fun at all," she added softly, watching his eyes focus on hers.
Tom's face split into a wide, good-natured grin. "Of course not," he said, "but it'd probably do you a lot of good if I did."
She was starting to feel her drinks and didn't really give a good goddamn as she slid off the stool and, taking Tom by the hands, pulled him down to dance with her. He was a bit unsteady as he took her in his arms, then stopped, kicked his loafers off, and pulled her to him again.
He was a good dancer and Robin felt warm and good snuggled into the lean, angular body. Her curves all seemed to find something hard and exciting to rub against and it felt good to her. Playfully, she slid her hands under Tom's T-shirt and let her fingertips play along the warm, smooth skin of his muscular back. She could smell his musky male odor and the steadily building fire in her leaped into flame. Dropping her hands to the hem of his shirt, Robin slid it up his torso. Tom raised his arms to let her strip it over his head.
"You're beautiful, lover," she said, letting her eyes roam appreciatively over the slim, graceful chest and hard-muscled gut. His tiny nipples fascinated Robin, so dark with the slightest suggestion of hairs around them. Moving back into his arms, she pulled herself in tight on him, letting her pelvis rock to the music. The thin film of Robin's nightie was as nothing between their bodies as her big breasts pressed against his hard rib cage. Her nipples felt on fire from his heat.
Tom, almost as nude as the girl, was at the point in his drinking where he didn't think about much beyond the soft, warm woman in his arms. His cock, semi-stiff for the past half hour, was starting to swell and unfold in the tight confines of his pants. His hands, resting lightly on the smooth swell of her hips, became firmer.
Robin, her breath coming faster, felt the pressure of Tom's hands on her hips become urgent and let herself go. She was ready for him, she knew.
Robin froze as he moved against her, his full erection almost splitting his tight slacks. "OH, GOD!" she said involuntarily, glancing down at the hot, throbbing bulge. His hot hands had slid under her nightie, and were softly stroking the firm, smooth cheeks of her ass. Robin felt giddy.
Feeling her knees go weak, Robin leaned against Tom. It seemed that everything was happening at once. She felt her ass crack being violated by Tom's gentle, urgent fingers. They were sticky and she knew she must be gushing pussy juice. Her thighs opened to the pressure of his fingers, trembling as Tom forced his bent knees between them.
Robin cried out sharply as she felt Tom come up hard between her open thighs. The throbbing bulge of his cock rode under the thin nightie and into the swollen wetness of her cunt. The rough material of his fly, stretched over his upright rod, opened her heavy-lipped split as though it were butter. Robin opened her mouth to cry out in pain, but the powerful surge of emotion that gripped her, twisted it into a choked groan of orgasm. , Tom, excited beyond reason by her response to his cock, humped wildly into her, his fly wet with the sticky fluid from between her rubbery legs.
"No, Tom, please wait-PLEASE!" Robin said as he humped her helpless crotch. Through the wild haze of his lust, Tom registered the message and became still, his hands still cupping her sticky, warm ass. "The bedroom," she panted urgently, then, taking him by the arm, led him into the room.
Taking him to the queen-sized bed, Robin sat him down on the edge and loosened the waist of his slacks. "Lie back, darling," she panted. Tom could feel her soft, warm hands on his ass as he struggled to help her. Her firm breasts bouncing lewdly in her haste, Robin got the slacks over the huge bulge of his crotch and, with mounting excitement, peeled the tight Jockey shorts down.
Tom reached up and hooked his hand in the film of nightie at her neck as she stripped him. The thin stuff gave with a soft hiss, letting her big, pointed breasts free to his touch. He saw the shorts drop to the floor as she straightened and, with all the pent-up lust in her, stared wide eyed at his cock.
Every nerve fiber in her body seemed to vibrate between her thighs and up through her ass as Robin loved his unusually well-developed genitals with her eyes. Tom's cock would have been thick if it hadn't been so long. Satiny except where the large pulsing veins stood out angrily, the big shaft tapered in abruptly at the crown, then flared out into a glans the size and color of a large plum. Her insides went all soft and mushy with the overpowering need to make love to the boy. Letting the remnants of the transparent nightie drop to the floor, Robin lay down quickly by the young stud. Flushed with desire, she lay on her side and, bending over him, offered his eager mouth her trembling breast.
Tom took the warm flesh hungrily, getting his hot mouth over the entire tip and gripping the big globe tightly in both hands. "Ohhhhh, yes-YES!" Robin moaned in anxiety, moving her shoulders to get more in his sucking maw. Every nerve in her body seemed to terminate in the swollen nipple lodged deep in Tom's mouth. Mauling and kneading the tender flesh like a starved infant, the horny boy was giving Robin a bittersweet satisfaction.
Moving her hips tighter to Tom, Robin lay her beautifully rounded thigh over his and ran her soft hand down his belly. The feel of his thick, tightly curled pubic hair sent tremors through her fingertips as she gently stroked it, working ever lower until she closed her fingers around the inflexibility of his thick fuckshaft. She almost recoiled at the unexpected heat that filled her hand, then, fascinated by the live pulsing, began to move the silky skin back and forth over the rigid rod beneath.
Tom felt her stiffen momentarily, almost pulling her nipple from his mouth. Her hand tightened uncontrollably on his cock, released it, and then she was on him.
It seemed to Robin that everything happened at once. The beautiful level of excitement that she was slowly and delicately building got away from her like a runaway horse. The delicious sensation in her suckled breast exploded, shooting raw, wild desire through her body like wildfire. Her hot, lubricated insides cried out for the potent, unyielding boycock in her hand.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned as she rolled over on the lean male. She was cumming as she straddled him, leaning forward to keep the wonderful feel of his mouth on her. She felt the thick shaft of his upright cock bouncing against her spread ass, then his hands there, warm and caressing, his fingers working to spread her pussy further. Panting and moaning, she got her hand down between their hot bellies and, raising her trembling ass, held the huge, throbbing dick. Her hairy, blood-darkened labia were parted slightly, drops of her cuntal juice clinging to them like dew drops.
Her breast was out of Tom's mouth, forgotten in the urgency of the moment. Robin had never been in this situation before and cried out impatiently to Tom. As horny as she was, he dug his fingertips into the slippery slit, pulling the stiff lips back against the smooth upper inside of her thighs and, feeling the wet heat on the tip of his big, flared glans, moved his hands to her ass to guide her down.
The heat of Tom's cock in her fuck crack sent Robin into new waves of orgasm that almost angered Robin as she moved her ass frantically up and down-in vain.
"Jesus, your cunt's tight," Tom grunted, hoarsely, moving his hips in an attempt to get past her inner pussy lips. His cock flopped down on his belly as he aborted the attempt, Robin following it down, still grinding her warm, protruding vulva against the swollen hardness. "Baby, we gotta have something to help," he said, panting in frustration.
Robin felt that she would die if she didn't have the big, sensually beautiful organ deep inside her. The orgasms she was having were preludes to where she wanted-had to be.
The boy slid out from under her, leaving her writhing on the bed, her hand clutched tightly between her clenched thighs. The kitchen was the first thing he thought of. Looking frantically into cabinets in his sexed-up, slightly drunken search, he found a large jar on the countertop. Wringing the top off, Tom took a handful of the stuff.
Robin couldn't have cared less what Tom had in his hand, she wanted HIM. She rolled eagerly to her back at the pressure of his hand, opening her lovely white thighs to his gooey hand. She felt the warm, slippery stuff fill her slit, burying her flaming clit and sliding into her tight vagina along with two of Tom's fingers. "Oh, God, Tom," she moaned as the warm stuff, aided by his fingers, coated the walls of her hot vagina. Tom's fingers sucked out of her cunt and Robin watched him wide-eyed as he stuck his big glans into the wide-mouthed jar, making a vulgar sucking noise as he removed it to coat the big, throbbing shaft. His cock looked larger than ever wearing the coat of thick goo, but Robin had to have it hard and strong inside her or she would fly into a million pieces.
Tom felt like his cock was a long, swollen piece of rubber hose he had been beating against the wall in desperation as he stared at the wildly exciting body of the woman, her eyes begging him for it.
Tom planted his knees firmly between the lovely, out-spread limbs and brought his big glans squishing up into her fragrant slit. Her cunt had warmed the goo until it was the consistency of honey-honey he wanted her to taste in her throat.
Robin drew her breath in sharply as he plugged her slit with his hot meat. "Do it, Tom," she pleaded, feeling the stiff pressure of his rod. "Fuck me, honey," she panted, not caring about anything beyond the two perspiring bodies. "Open me up and fuck me all night. I-AAAAGGGHHH." The big, hot pole seemed to be tearing her open from navel to rectum as it forced past her clutching lips and slid into her vagina. Everything inside her seemed to move as Tom's cock entered her strongly. "Oh, God, I feel you throbbing," Robin (r)aid, raising her legs, feeling Tom's cock with each slight move, until her smooth, shapely calves were locked around his slim waist. Her fingers explored down her belly until they touched the thick mass of goo where their bodies joined. It had squished freely out of her straining cunt when he entered her, making their thighs sticky.
"OH, OH, OH," she cried and arched her back as she felt his warm, smooth cockhead stroke her womb. The burning started deep down somewhere and Robin knew as she smiled at him passionately that he had found the drain for her unrelenting passion. Robin reached for the cheeks of his ass and pulled him gently to her as she got to the edge, then, as the flood burst loose, clamped her strong legs tightly and raised her cunt to him until she could feel the heavy heat of his scrotum against her ass.
"Cum in my womb!" she screamed at the sweating boy as she swept willingly over the edge with such force that she blacked out momentarily.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom, his face beaded with sweat, felt Robin squeeze down on him in orgasm as she cried out for his cum. Her half-open eyes glazed as she contorted her supple body, pulling her soft vulva hard against him and taking his entire glans into her pulsing womb. His nuts felt like hard-boiled eggs and his throbbing, horny tool was buried so deeply in the hot, slippery cunt, he felt as though it were lodged in Robin's throat, and still he couldn't cum. His cock felt strangely out of control-disconnected from his brain.
Robin's upper lip was pulled back over her teeth, her lower one clenched between them. Her clenched fists pressed tightly against her cheeks as she sobbed for him to cum. The overpowering need to fuck the helpless woman surged through Tom with instinctive animal savagery. Lost in the quick surge of lust, the boy ran his sweating hands under the fleshy, slippery cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging hard into the hot, sticky cleft. The veins stood out on his brow like cords from the exertion as he slowly and deliberately let his swollen cock drag its broad crown out of Robin's vagina until he could feel the almost painful tug of her inner labia against the sensitive ridge. Her slippery vagina sucked at him wetly and oozed gobs of the melting goo onto his thick shaft as his horny glans jerked wildly just inside her. Tom looked down in half crazed excitement, fascinated by the rigid little clit pressing wetly against his shaft. Unable to restrain himself any longer, the virile young man let out a groan and, leaning over her, thrust his cock into her violently.
Coming out of the most emotionally shaking experience of her life with the sharp stab of pain, Robin, in that split second, attempted to hold onto it as it slowly receded. "Not yet-please, not yet," she said and she felt the sweet, indescribable sensation begin to reach out for her again. "Yes, oh, sweet God, YES," she moaned, every fiber of her being picking up the beautiful rhythm. The hot waves of delirium were building at the junction of her thighs and riding her like the tide to the beautiful places deep inside her that she had never known before. The sweet pain of giving was being strongly stirred with hot, salty lust with each thrust of her lover's knotty ram. His dark, intense face was fixed on hers as he savored every change of expression that crossed her face. He had the look of the hunter moving in for the kill as he beat his stubborn cock into her dilated vagina, rocking her back and forth on the bed.
Clenching his waist tightly with her legs, Robin felt the powerful rush of electricity start deep below her navel and travel up the crack of her ass to the point where she joined with him.
"OH, NOW," she cried passionately. "TAKE ME NOW!" Her body jerked as the current shot down Tom's long rod to her stuffed snatch, plugged by his swollen, hot knob.
She knew he was going to make it this time in spite of the warm velvety blanket sweeping over her. His trembling thighs were tight against the curved cheeks of her ass, his hot nutsac pressed into her sticky crack, and his big cock was ballooning with his cum until she thought she would split from asshole to navel. Then her womb was being filled with the strong, hot liquid of his nuts, sweet, quenching liquid.
Tom felt his legs turn to putty as he flushed his long overdue load into Robin. Trembling, he lowered her ass to the bed and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Her warm, soft breasts cushioned his chest and her soft hands caressed his face as she pulled his ear down to her lips. "Thank you, honey," she whispered intimately. "I've never been fucked like this, my strong young stud. I don't feel like I was ever fucked at all after this. I thought for a while I was going to need stitches and I guess that just added to the excitement. I feel wonderful inside now though."
The exhausted lovers lay silent for a while after Tom rolled onto his side. It seemed that everything Robin came into contact with was covered with the sticky goo that Tom had lubricated her with. It did have an odd smell, almost fruity. "What was that you put on me, honey?" she asked.
Bringing his fingers to her lips, Robin touched them with her tongue and, as Tom watched, puzzled, she began to shake and her pert little nose wrinkled deeply. Robin burst into healthy laughter. "Oh, Tom, you funny thing," she said. "You fucked me with apple butter."
Tom decided not to give her the pleasure of laughing. Instead, he leaned over her jiggling breast and, putting his lips next to her soft, brown nipple, said, "So much the better to eat you with."
Liking the idea, Robin lay back and watched as the gentle boy ran his tongue over her breasts, smacking his lips noisily at first, then getting down on her more seriously as the soft nipples became hard and excited. "Oh, honey," she said gently, "that feels wonderful-wonderful."
Robin felt a hot flush of passion as Tom ran his wet mouth along the curve of her breast and into her moist armpit, literally fucking the warm hollow with his tongue. The strange sensation was turning her on quickly, and she was almost reluctant when he turned her shapely body over and began licking up her full, round thigh.
The cool satin of the bed felt good to Robin's hot nipples as she lay on her stomach thoroughly relishing the sensual delight of Tom's hot tongue moving slowly up the sensitive insides of her thighs. In spite of the wetness of her body from the boy's saliva, she was beginning to feel sensually warm at the confluence of her legs.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful." She breathed heavily, feeling his hot face at the swell of her smooth, perfectly formed ass. She felt terribly gooey down there and thrilled to the thought of the boy's thick, hot tongue there. She could hear Tom breathing heavily as he licked her quivering cheeks clean, moving his lips around in a large circle and flicking the hot tongue into the tight wrinkle where her ass became thigh. Her nipples felt as though they were burning holes in the bedding as Tom excitedly pulled her cheeks apart and sent his hungry tongue into the furrow. "Ummmmm," she moaned warmly. "I'm very sticky there, darling."
"And beautiful, you lovely bitch," he said, and pressed his hot, wet lips tight against her tender, puckered rectum.
"OH, TOM!" she cried, partially in hot excitement and partially in shame instilled in her through years of training. As her voice trailed off, Robin had all but forgotten the conditioning, silently begging him to continue.
Robin could feel herself Oozing onto the bedding through the thick, matted hair of her mons and let herself go, completely astonished by her desire to feel the thick male tongue in her tight asshole.
Tom, obviously sharing her fascination at that part of her body, was holding her fleshy cheeks wide apart, probing her softening rim with the pointed tip of his rigid tongue. Then, sensing her readiness, he pressed hard and tasted the hot insides just as she clenched her cheeks tightly and cried out in pleasure.
The volumnious velvet organ stabbing deep into her intestines with such suddenness and such unsuspected pleasure tore a cry of pure animal longing from her throat. Robin, well read in sexual matters, knew about anal intercourse and all that, but had never thought much about it. With Tom's soft, warm tongue sliding in and out of her, feeling herself loosen for him, she knew it wasn't all a bunch of crap. Maybe, someday.
Tom, knowing he was the first man to get into Robin's tight ass knew from her restless body that he could make her cum if he kept up his tonguing, and, having other plans that involved his hardening cock, he reluctantly pulled out of her and slid his tongue into her slippery vulva. A converted apple butter freak, Tom gently rolled the heavily breathing Robin over to get at her sexy cunt better.
Feeling beautifully clean except for where she needed it the most, Robin eagerly raised her buttocks and let him place the large pillow under her, then planted her feet wide apart on the bed as he moved down on her.-Her degree of excitement and need for him quickened as she lay back, able to watch his passionate obsession with her cunt.
With the instinct of an artist, he began high on her bulging mons, tugging gently with his teeth at the matted hair and nudging her crack with his chin. By the time he had cleaned her there, leaving the thick moss damp with his saliva, Robin was ready to cry out to him. Her warm, sensitive little clit had felt and reacted to even the gentle tugging until it was hard and erect.
"Come on, darling, suck it," she moaned lewdly, pushing her ass up at him and running her fingers into his thick hair. "I want to cum, honey, lick me." Tom barely got the rigid organ into his lips when he felt her back arch. "Honey, I'M CUMMING," she cried in relief, holding his face to her crotch and grinding her wet cunt against him-fucking him with her swollen clit as she came.
To Robin, the climax was a necessary one, and quick, but she knew she needed something more-and soon. Stirring out of the bliss he had brought her, Robin brought herself around on the boy, breathing heavily. He let himself be laid prone and eyed the hot woman excitedly as she went directly to his navel with her tongue, flicking and sucking the little dimple clean. Her big, swollen tits were hanging against his thigh as she bent over him and took his semi-hard cock in her hand.
"I've never done this before, honey," she panted, "but I want to do it good. Tell me if I do something wrong." She began to lick the smeared apple butter, woman juice, and cum from his cock.
Holding his dick in her hand, Robin thrilled at the somewhat limp, but heavy male organ. It seemed to draw her like a magnet as she opened her mouth wide and placed her warm lips across the thick shaft, tasting the pungent, musky cock flavored with the sweet apple butter. It's my night for learning, I guess, Robin thought, realizing once again how well her senses were tied in to her sexual need. The texture as well as the taste seemed just what it should be against her lips and tongue, adding heat to the already mounting glow she felt. It was becoming steadily more stiff as her warm lips moved over it, the wrinkled skin becoming more taut as it filled with the boy's hot blood. A strange, sensual sense of power filled Robin as she reveled in the effect her mouth was having on him. The red, smooth glans moving slowly out of the thick folds of skin and, remembering the power of it in her womb, she moved her lips to it in fascination and, thrilling at the idea, took it into her hot mouth. The salty taste filled her mouth as she touched the odd-shaped underside with her tongue. So beautiful-so perfectly made for woman, she marveled, so pink and like a tender baby, and sweet, yet growing all the while and soon to be a throbbing, powerful man.
She felt his cock swelling in her mouth and drew great pleasure from the tightness in her lips, moving her head down on him as much as she could, finding herself able to take much more of him than she would have dared think. Responding to him instinctively, and guided by the gentle pressure of his hands on her face, she moved her mouth gently and slowly up and down, taking almost half its length into her throat as he began to move his hips and breathe quickly.
"Whoa, honey," he moaned, "keep that up and I'm going to cum." Robin knew he was close, his big cock throbbing and swelling, and, in passionate surrender and unexplained need, moved her face against the restraining pressure of his hands and moaning against his shaft. "Take my mouth," her body cried out to him in cock-stiffled silence, making her throat and mouth relax as much as she could as he took her with several short, powerful thrusts, gagging her as he flooded her mouth with sperm.
Swallowing more than she could handle, Robin gagged and pulled her mouth from his spurting organ, feeling him shoot cum against her face and throat as the thick sweet stuff dribbled down her chin. Moving her face back to his cock, she felt the compelling need to swallow as much of it as possible. Licking the last oozing drops of cum from the large, flared opening, Robin moved her lips and tongue along the full length until there was no more. Then, satisfied in a way she would never have considered possible, Robin moved up and pressed her happy body against his.
CHAPTER FIVE
Robin lay quietly, more relaxed than she could ever remember. Every smooth muscle and every hidden nerve of her strong, sensual body felt as though it had been stretched to snapping, then released, Raising her face from the boy's chest, she gazed at his strong, young features, finding it difficult to realize that he was twenty years her junior. Age had been forgotten completely in the passionate fusion that had drained them both throughout the night. Giving into the luxurious feeling of complete relaxation, she snuggled against the sleeping boy and closed her eyes.
Robin woke quickly and completely from the deep sleep, immediately aware of the hard young body beside her. Her body felt strangely alert and rested, her senses keyed as though she were expecting something to happen. Then she remembered the dream^explicitly.
The large, curved staircase of her father's house filled her consciousness as she relived the dream which had ended just seconds ago. She had been sliding down it as she used to do as a small girl. Only, instead of draping her legs, lady-like, across the banister, she approached it like a horse, lifting her dress high and feeling the smooth round wood against her little bottom. Then down she went, faster and faster, the heat becoming intense, then unbearable. Too fast to stop, the pressure of her thighs against the smooth wood only increasing the terrible heat. Feeling the thin panties begin to scorch, and faster still, trembling with fright at the thought of what lay below. The huge knob at the bottom rushing up to meet her, to disembowel her. Opening her mouth to cry out for help, she screamed obscenities at the empty walls and doors.
Running her fingertips to her groin, Robin found that she was sopping wet. Exploring further, she found the tender, sensitive labia and clitoris, rigid and excited by her touch.
Faster and faster the heavy, immovable knob rushed up at her. Still screaming, she tried desperately one last time to fling herself from the rail to doom-in vain. She closed her eyes and screamed pitifully as the huge knob tore into her smoking crotch. The last image implanted on her eyelids was that of her father, his heavy body bared and hairy, hooding the huge mahogany cock in readiness as she plunged onto it.
Robin jerked upright in bed, her tipples taut as bow strings and sweat covering her body.
Her father's bearded, leering face, darkened with lust, recited a favorite bedtime story as his hairy hands fastened on her tiny hips, forcing her gaping bottom hard against the unyielding knob.
Trembling uncontrollably, Robin slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. She welcomed the pain of the hot needles, forcing herself to stay under the water until the chill began to melt from her bones. Placing the control to a normal setting, she let her body relax completely, losing it in the warm security of the shower envelope.
The crystal clarity of her mind was frightening to Robin, and totally unexplainable. She should be, in spite of the youthful vitality of her body, fatigued to the point of near collapse, yet, her physical senses had never been so acutely alive, or so receptive to the insistent prodding of her mind. It was as though the trauma of her dream and its powerful physical after effect had purged her system.
Robin almost had the breakfast made when Tom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, wandered naked into the kitchen. She felt a warm rush of intimacy and a great deal of respect as she gazed at his slim, athletic body, so adequately hung. His semierection was due to a full bladder, but it didn't quiet the strong stirring in her groin as she recalled vividly what it could do to her body.
The sight of Robin, busy at the stove, did nothing to make Tom less aware of his dick sticking out crazily in front of him, to the contrary, he felt strong vibes and, following them, greeted her cheerily as he walked over and put his hands lightly on her shoulders.
"Good morning, lover," she said, "why don't you take a quick shower and I'll feed you." In answer, Tom moved his lips to the nape of her neck, sending little flashes down her spine.
She could feel the warmth of him through the short robe she had slid into and gripped the edge of the stove tightly, arching her back as she felt his hands lip to her hips. She hadn't realized how excited he was till she felt his warm quick breath on her neck. "Tom, please," she protested weakly, feeling his hands slide up the outside of her thighs, raising the edge of her robe. Robin jerked in surprise as she felt the rock hard heat of him pressing between her tightly closed legs, searing up against her swollen vulva. She tightened her thighs on the thick rod, feeling the pulsing of his hot young blood through it. The heat of his flat belly against the tingling flesh of her smooth buttocks, as he thrust gently against her melted her last shred of resistance. Reaching to her waist, Robin slipped the tie of her robe, giving her body completely to the passion that had quickly gripped her. She felt Tom's hand on her firm breast, cupping and squeezing it, bringing the dark nipple to a swell. His other hand was caressing her rumbling belly, the fingertips sliding into the thick growth of hair covering her prominent mons. Her sensitive clitoris was aware of every subtle movement as she felt herself being helplessly swept along by the boy's early morning passion.
"Not here," she heard herself saying huskily, managing to turn out of his grip, "we can't do it here." Her robe, held only at the hips, slid to the floor as she pulled back from Tom. She needed more now, much more, and it was all right there in front of her in the form of the hot boy's herorically erect cock.
Half leading and half dragging the panting boy back into the bedroom, she pulled him down beside her at the edge of the large bed, spreading her thighs wide as she kneeled on the soft carpet, her torso spread-eagled on the bed. The excitement of having the hot boy "a tergo" had her trembling as she felt him stretch her stiff labia apart with his fingers, then felt the hot, smooth bulk of his glans move into her slot and spread her even further.
Tom, unusually excited by the woman's beautifully sensual rear view, stared, fascinated, at the slippery red petals riding the crown of his broad glans, then closing wettly over his thick shaft as he gently rode his knob into the greasy, hot sheath of her vagina. Almost losing his load in her at the delicious moment of penetration, he froze, moving his hands from her distended labia and moving them up to lovingly caress the full swell of her flared hips. He could feel himself throb and jerk just inside her as he leaned his body tightly over her, moving his hands under her torso to cup the hard-nippled breasts.
"Tom honey, you're teasing me," she whispered, moving her soft, warm asscheeks against his gut. .The strain was too much and Tom's nuts jerked in his scrotum, pulling a short grunt of relief from his lips as he spurted his hot juice into the barely fucked cunt.
Robin, feeling him stiffen, felt torn between joy and need as the hot cum flooded into her. Moving her pelvis hard back against him, she felt her vagina distend with his swollen cock, still shooting wildly in her. "Oh, stay," she screamed at him, "make me cum-FUCK ME." The normal desire to fuck and pull out left Tom quickly as he watched the woman's lewdly moving ass and quivering cunt work to suck him in. It was as though he hadn't cum at all, his cock still hard and horny in the velvet warmth of the beautiful woman's vagina, only now he felt he had some control over it.
"Easy, Robin," he reassured her, rolling her taut nipples between his fingertips, "I'm all right now, your lovely ass just got to me is all. I want to fuck you like a bull."
"Oh, yes, like a bull," she sighed, "hard."
Tom kept his promise, possibly because of the piss hard he hadn't relieved, moving slowly and gently at first until her copious lubrication allowed easy movement in her tight sheath, then faster as she neared her first orgasm, but still not letting her feel his full length.
Robin reached her first climax quickly. The upward slant of Tom's big tool bringing constant, maddening pressure to bear on her swollen, sensitive clit. She could feel every bump, every pulsing vein on the slippery length of him as he slid slowly, then faster in and out of her. She felt more comfortable, more capable of enjoying each nuance of his big cock today, thanks to last night's apple butter.
The wonderful boy slowed his movement as Robin rode over the edge of her climax, bending over to lay his warm, wet lips against the smooth skin of her back and running the warm palms of his hands along the swell of her hips. He moved his hips just enough to let her know he still needed to fuck her. His every move seemed so terribly correct to Robin, so completely oriented to her satisfaction that she felt the overpowering urge to please him in every way possible.
Reaching behind her for his hand, she pulled it up to her breast and held it. "Tom," she confessed, "I really like you. You are going to make some girl terribly happy someday, and I don't mean just because of your beautiful big organ, which also turns me on."
Robin's praise, in addition to swelling his ego, was making him horny as hell. He had never thought much about liking the person you were fucking, but he knew there was something to it. Even when he got in her the first time last night, he was aware that he wanted her to get as much from it as he did. He had known then that she could be opened up emotionally as well as physically if he could just find the right apple butter. Surprisingly, it had come quite naturally, perhaps with a bit of help from the martinis they had both consumed.
Robin began to breathe more heavily as Tom began to rock her harder. She rolled her ass as he began to long stroke her, moving the long, swollen shaft almost out, then smoothly and powerfully sliding deep, deep into her. The pressures were subtly different when he went into her from behind. She could smell her pungent cunt odor as Tom quickened his pace, and hear the meaty, wet slap of her labia as he thrust them apart roughly. She could feel her insides start the uncontrollable fluttering that always ended in orgasm and gave herself to him completely.
"I want your cum, honey," she moaned, raising to her elbows and arching her back as he hit her with his full length. She clenched every muscle in her cunt and ass as he exploded into her fluttering womb, locking him in tightly as her little butterflies stroked his spurting glans.
Robin, radiant after her shower", had to start from scratch with their breakfast. She marveled at the ease with which she had given herself to Tom, not once or twice, but each time she had been swept along in orgasm. She didn't even attempt to count the times. Her body felt extremely alive and vibrant.
Their breakfast was on the table when Tom, having showered and dressed, came into the kitchen. With healthy young appetities, they ate lustily then sat back to enjoy the strong, black coffee.
The boy held back, letting Robin take the initiative, and she was glad. The class he had shown throughout the night was still there, and he was letting her call the shots for the remainder of the weekend. She knew he had to be back at school on Monday, and that his parents had something planned for him tonight, so her plans were fairly simple.
"When're you leaving for school?" she asked.
"I thought I'd leave early Sunday night. That'll put me at school in time to get squared away. I don't have to leave all that early, I mean, I could say good-bye to the folks and come over here for a while, if you'd like."
Robin placed her hand on his and told him that she would like that very much. "Why don't you make it ten o'clock? That'll please both your parents-and me." She squeezed his hand and rose, her mind leaping eagerly ahead. She had to brace herself against Tom's parting kiss, her glowing body responding to his touch more than she wanted it to at the moment.
It was mid morning when he left. Robin, her young body tense with excitement, poured herself another cup of coffee and, taking it into the sunlit living room, sat at the large, deep couch, placed the telephone on the thick carpet and went to work.
Her first call was to Helen Gray, editor of the publication she worked for. Helen was not nearly so surprised as Robin anticipated at the news. "Why the hell do you think I've been letting June help you for the past few months, darling?" It's been written all over your lovely body, darling, for months. Since I know damned well you wouldn't let me take care of that little problem, I suppose you're going to waste all that talent on some horny chauvinist. Seriously, get it out of your system and come on back to us."
Greatly relieved, Robin made the rest of her calls. The travel agency booked her on a Monday morning flight to Mexico City, made provisions for her hotel and reserved a car. The call to her mother was short.
A call to her cleaning' woman, one to John McHugh, answered from the twelfth hole of his club course, and a final one to the Lincoln dealer took care of the morning. The apartment would be cleaned often and properly, she could pick up her travelers checks at the bank on the way to the airport, and the dealer would pick up her car and sell it for her.
Her excitement growing steadily as she severed her bonds, Robin dressed and went to the office to clean up the mess she was about to leave. Things went surprisingly well, she found, admitting to herslef that she was damned good at her job.
There was still plenty of time for a swim when Robin got back to her apartment. She could feel the eager responsiveness of her flesh as she pulled the brief bikini over her full, round hips, wiggling her ass seductively as she worked the tight crotchband into the deep cleft between her cheeks. Her normally prominent mons seemed almost obscene to her this afternoon and very, very sensitive to the restriction placed on it by the flesh-tight swimsuit.
The water felt wonderful to Robin. Swimming easily, she took an almost sensual delight in the soft resistance the fluid offered to her muscles. The cold water pulled her nipples up tight and they felt hot to her rubbing against the cups of her bra. Good God, she thought, when you let loose, you really let it all go, old girl.
Things had moved fast in the past sixteen hours.
During that time Robin had fulfilled her long-standing fantasy of picking up a good-looking young boy. She had almost begun to think that it was only that, and that her deepest passion would have to be partially satisfied by her own manipulations. The boy had acted as the perfect vehicle, bringing her full sexual potential to the surface for both of them to see and wonder at.
The thought of Tom's beautifully erect organ, even now, caused her to squeeze her full, round thighs tightly together. The pungent heady smell and the sexually arousing taste of his cum were vivid in Robin's mind.
Every cock around the pool twitched as Robin stood up restlessly, slipped into her robe, and walked to the elevator. It wasn't the first time, but the egos attached to them had found out long ago that looking was all that Robin would allow. At this particular moment, however, had one of them presented itself to her in the lift, it might have been surprised.
The steadily building need of her body was almost frightening, yet decidedly exciting to Robin as she went into the bath.
Choosing her dress with care, Robin admired herself in the mirror. The brief, black bra and panties drew their severely contrasting lines across the creamy flesh of breast and belly and thigh, helping hide the dark bulge of her mons and emphasizing the beautiful curve of her buttocks.
Leaving her shapely legs bare, she chose a shorter-than-short mini that she had never worn before. It pinched in snuggly at her small waist and flared smoothly over her womanly hips and ass. The top she selected was cut to show her more than adequate cleavage. The calf-length boots, so tight they looked as though they were painted on, finished her dress, and she knew she would have no trouble attracting males, especially young ones.
Throwing a heavy sweater over her arm, Robin took her purse and left the apartment.
Two hours later Robin was tooling the big convertible through the small streets of North Beach, looking for a place she had been to some years back. It had changed a great deal.
Pulling the car up on the curb, she got out and crossed the cobblestones to the "place." This, at least, hadn't changed, she thought, as she negotiated the narrow stairway down to the door.
She was standing just inside, her eyes straining into the dimly lit interior when she felt, rather than saw the hulk at her elbow. "I got a table if you want it," said Stan Pollac, co-owner of the dive.
"Please," she responded and, feeling his hand on her elbow, let him guide her through the maze of tables and sweating bodies.
There was a small loud group playing on the tiny platform up front. That hasn't changed either, Robin told herself as the hulk deposited her at a small booth at the very rear of the place. "Send you a drink right over," Stan said as he disappeared into the gloom which was slowly starting to take shape for Robin.
The crowd, like the group playing its guts out up front, was younger than she had remembered it. Noisier and more responsive to the musicians and themselves, they seemed just what she needed tonight. The place had a physically sensual feel to it that all but reached out and caressed her body.
The waitress dropped her drink off, losing herself as quickly as she had emerged. It wasn't particularly good, but Robin didn't really care. She didn't come to drink. Her eyes, quite able to make out the faces around her, scanned the crowd eagerly. She, in turn, was getting a great deal of attention from the males. Robin let her eyes go to the musicians and felt her back stiffen.
A baby-faced blond leaned lovingly over his drums, stroking them, making them cry out in clean, joyful response. Robin watched, fascinated, as his thick, sensual lips moved with the silent score in his head. She dug a small notepad out of her bag and, catching the waitress on the fly, slipped a note to her along with a five.
The boy approaching her table was taller than Robin had guessed, and quite a bit more heavy through the shoulders. He moved with the same grace that his hands had exhibited on his drums and with just a trace of swagger. Squinting his eyes into the gloom to make her out, he succeeded and, hardly breaking his stride, slid in beside her.
Robin, somewhat surprised at the snobbish cast of his face at close range, was spellbound by his boyish charm.
"Hey, thanks," he said, with obvious amusement in his voice. "What's your name, baby?"
The look that Robin was accustomed to from males this close to her was totally lacking in the boy's gaze. The pupils of his eyes were unusually dilated, Robin saw, and she wondered what he was on. She was grateful for the near dark lighting at the booth as she felt herself beginning to turn crimson. Her resentment at his manner had initiated it, she knew, but the associated feelings she was experiencing from his vulgarity amazed and confused her.
For the first time in her adult life, Robin felt herself in a situation that she couldn't manipulate. The little girl in her was hugging her knees in terror, and the woman relaized that she might have a difficult choice if the shadow at the door moved in on her too quickly.
What had really been only seconds, seemed like minutes to the woman, and she felt like a stupid schoolgirl.
"I'm Robin," she finally uttered, feeling the boy's arm go around her back, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder.
She could feel the strength of his musicians fingers as he kneaded the flesh, moving her to him until she could feel his warm breath on her earlobe. She almost jerked upright at the feel of his tongue in her ear and his hand boldly cupping her tight breast.
"Jesus, honey, you really are a little Robinbird," he said. "I couldn't see worth a shit when I first sat down, but you really got it where it counts, baby." He lent emphasis to his words with a squeeze of her tit.
"That's very nice of you!" she managed breathlessly, her nipple swelling under his skillful fingers. "But aren't you-"
She gasped as she felt the broad warmth of his free hand high up on her bare thigh and, turning quickly toward him, ran right into his mouth with hers.
Robin's senses reeled wildly as the boy's sensually thick lips burned against hers and she had the terrifying thought that she was melting. Hating herself, yet unable to alter her actions, she let her lips go soft, unyielding beneath his probing tongue. All thoughts of time and place seemed to recede into the back of her consciousness. They took the little girl with them.
The brash kid, sensing the power of the woman's deep, fiery passion, and realizing that he wasn't messing around with the average teenybopper, sent his stiff tongue deeper into her willing wetness, his hand gently brushing the soft warmth of her tight mons veneris. He could feel the blood start to rush hotly into his crotch.
The woman's warm breast under his hand was firmer than most of the groupies he had handled, but fuller, and the taut nipple and swollen areola were discernible to his fingertips, even under the brief bra. God, what a fuck this one's going to be, he marveled, and, taking her hand, placed it on the swelling bulge of his fly.
Robin knew what the boy wanted with her hand, and she felt an overpowering need to touch his genitals. His hand, masterfully teasing her upper thighs had her slippery and humid under the thin panties. She felt strangely nude to his bold hands, more nude than she had felt in Tom's arms the previous night-and more excited. She wanted him nude also.
She moaned softly into his mouth as her fingertips encountered the warmth of his crotch. His dick was, almost unbelievably, larger than Tom's, and the slight sense of danger raised her to near fever pitch. She began to fish for his zipper as she let herself slide lower on the smooth bench, spreading her fine thighs.
Getting his pants open, Robin slid her small hand into his fly, thrilling at the hairy warmth of his pubis, then the thick root of his cock as she gripped it. The weight in her hand was smoothly alive and hot to her touch as she guided it out of the opening to stand rigidly upright under the table. His dick was as thick as her wrist at the hairy root, and, as Robin ran her hand lightly up the throbbing shaft, she could feel all sorts of interesting lumps that she knew were large, blood-filled veins. She gave her mouth to him with even more fervor as she felt his hand on her swollen, exposed mons. His tongue in her mouth became a red wet cock, ripe for sucking.
Robin came erect as she felt the warmth of the boy's hand leave her crotch and his tongue and lips withdraw quickly from her mouth. Her body felt like a banjo string left vibrating in mid cord, comprehending only when her eyes followed his to the approaching waitress. She was thankful she didn't have to order, she didn't trust her voice. Robin felt like bursting hysterically into laughter as she heard him order while she gripped his turgid cock and pointed it, unseen, right at the waitress.
CHAPTER SIX
After the waitress left, Robin stared into the most lewdly evil face she had ever encountered. His crazy eyes smoked at her from beneath heavy, lowered lids.
"Move it, honey, skin it back," he demanded softly, nudging his fleshy shaft against her hand. "You can put a couple more inches on it if you want it."
The humiliation that began in Robin's throat never got to her lips. Somewhere enroute, it got mixed up with a stronger emotion that brought hot tears of frustration to her cheeks as she did his will.
The strange sweetness of this new dimension of feeling jolted her consciousness. "If you feel it strongly, do it," was the message, and, once it was understood, Robin felt at home with it.
The boy hadn't been bragging, she realized. The big veins stood out like sashcord against her sensitive palm as she stroked it upward to the unfamiliar feel his uncircumcised glans.
The waitress picked that instant to swing back to the booth, dropping the drinks noisily on the table. The boy pawed in Robin's purse and tossed the girl a ten. "Keep it," he snarled, and raised the drink to his lips.
Robin, her excitement mounting by the second as she felt the thick skin moving up and down the boy's shaft, moved her hand more boldly. Giving in to the whore-like feeling that had been showing itself to her, she looked at the boy, her eyes lowered, and asked him to take her bra off.
"Say please!" he demanded, stretching her tighter still. , "OH, PLEASE!" she whined, feeling the hot flush of excitement at her words. She felt his hand at the small of her back and leaned forward to let him at the clasp.
The boy, obviously practiced at that sort of thing, slipped the clasp and Robin felt wonderfully free as the strapless nylon was tugged from her breasts.
The unexpected moan of pleasure that burst from the boy's lips as his hand closed on the live, warm breast, sent a jolt of wild pleasure through her that shot up between her parted thighs and turned her insides to mush.
"Harder, pinch the nipples-OH, GOD, YES!" she said. "Put your hand on my pussy-please."
She felt his hand on her then His fingers, groping for the wet slit, pushed under the tight legband and straight up into her cunt. The hand on his throbbing cock tightened spastically as she pushed her pelvis at his hand and, turning her face against him, bit at his shirt to stifle the moan of orgasm. She stretched her lovely legs as far as she could, pinching them in on the pleasure giving hand, and, as the blood in her temples slowly began to recede, she heard him whispering. "Okay, baby, you've had yours, now bend over here and do something for me."
Removing his hands from her still-trembling body, he took her arm roughly and pulled her down in his lap. The sweet, strong sensation of masochism surged through her, arresting the ebb of sexual excitement and bringing it back in like great crashing waves.
She wasn't doing this voluntarily, she was being forced to suck his cock, she rationalized, but it didn't matter, she wanted it in her mouth. He didn't give her much choice, putting his hand on her neck and forcing the long, uncircumcised organ roughly against her cheek.
Taking it as a baby takes its mother's teat, Robin opened her mouth wide and covered his knob, foreskin and all. He felt tremendous in her mouth and different from Tom. The thick foreskin was a fascinating challenge as she darted the tip of her small, pink tongue into it, feeling the smooth velvet of his hot glans beneath. The heavy male taste and odor were sensually overpowering as she backed off and moved the skin down over the crown. Slipping the raw, deep red head back into her sucking mouth, she could taste the strong, cheesy stuff there before he moaned and, pressing hard on her neck, filled her throat with all she could take.
Robin's lust mounted rapidly and absurdly as she choked at his quick thrusts and exploded wetly between her closed thighs as she felt the thick, hot cream jerk into her. The impossible desire to swallow all of his organ seized her and she gulped his cum instead, until she felt the last oozing seep into her mouth. The trembling at her neck slowly ceased, and she felt him lifting her upright.
The few words between them had been enough. She didn't even know his name, yet he had unleashed the power of a passion in her that was almost frightening. Even now, having cum twice, she still felt the ultimate need of his brutal cock inside her.
"My name's Todd," he offered, some of the perversity drained from his manner as well as his voice. She could see him working beneath the booth and smiled.
"You have a lot of horse to get back in the barn," she said and laughed, feeling suddenly happy as she sensed the depth of his play-acting. "I have a nice barn for him, Todd. I'll even feed him for you."
It was Todd's turn to be off base. The luscious woman had gotten his overworked tool stiff as a peg and sucked the very guts out of him with fiery vibes that would have melted solid rock. And, even more exciting, he still had all the wonderfully sensual things to do to her. Things he knew she wanted, and would expect.
"I've got one more set to do," he said and Robin's pulse skipped a beat. "There're a couple of vocals I've been working on that aren't too bad. After the set, we'll go walk down the beach or something."
"Oh, good!" Robin said, feeling very much in command but far too intelligent to wreck the boy's ego by divulging it too frankly. "It's been a while since I went skinnydipping in the moonlight." She placed her hand on top of his.
Todd stared at her, feeling a little put upon, yet very male next to the lush, passionate woman. He admired her in a way other than the obvious one and this was a first for Todd. About ninety-nine per cent of his sex life had been at the pleasure of the hordes of groupies and teenyboppers. They were eager, easy, wild, and sometimes pretty well stacked. Old beyond their years usually, they had taught Todd a lot. God knows where they had learned it. They had seemed to take special delight in teaching Todd once he got his voluminous tool into their tight little goodies.
But this doll was something else. She had to be. He let his eyes rove over her appreciatively. Damned if she didn't look more beautiful now than she had when he first sat down beside her. In spite of the wrestling match they had staged, she looked as though she had just walked into the place. Each different way he looked at her revealed something new and alluring.
The group was taking the stand for the last set. Todd drained his glass, smiled at Robin, and moved quickly through the maze of tables.
Robin sipped her drink and let her thoughts turn to Tom, of him sweating between her legs, hurting at first, then raising her on the crown of his cock to heights of passion and release she had only fantisized before. And doing it over and over, never quite reaching the bottom or even sensing where it lay.
The group had settled into a much lower key, the rhythm picked up by the base guitar. Todd seemed to be looking right at her and his hips swayed seductively, revealing the full swell of his fly.
She felt herself getting hot just watching him. His voice wasn't doing it to her either. It was his large, viril prick that she wanted. Wanted it all over her, against her shaking tits, thrust into her damp armpit, laid into her asscrack, and thrust hard into her throbbing vagina.
As soon as the set ended, Todd bounced off the stage and found his way quickly to the booth. Robin was standing as he approached, and Todd, seeing her for the first time on her feet, realized how well put together she was. He was also conscious of the automatic male response as he spirited her through the maze of tables and bodies to the door.
Snaking the big automobile through the narrow streets, Todd turned North. Within minutes they were whistling along the coast road, catching frequent glimpses of the moonlit surf crashing into the rugged rocks far below.
Slowing the car on the twisting road, Todd placed his right arm over Robin's shoulder and let his hand slide into the top of her loose blouse. She had slipped the bra into her handbag when he had removed it at the club, giving his hand free run over the silky, warm flesh of her firm breasts. Her nipples were still firm under his hand, the warm globes as responsive as new rubber as he cupped and caressed them. His cock, already fairly hard, began to swell violently as he felt the gentle pressure of Robin's hand on it.
"Jesus, honey," he said, "you've really got me in heat for that twat of yours. Thank God the house's just a couple of miles up the beach."
"Then hurry," she said, taking her hand off his cock and moving his hand from her blouse. "I'm that way too."
The small shell road broke sharply off the coast highway, pitching downward at a severe angle to the beach. In the moonlight, Robin could make out a small summer house typical of those that dotted the beach in the area. She could hear and smell the surf as Todd tooled the car down the steeply pitched trail.
"How beautiful," she said excitedly. "Will we have it to ourselves, Todd?"
"Long enough," he answered, pulling the car to a stop. Cutting the engine, Todd leaned quickly over Robin and, with a smooth, practiced motion, brought her blouse up over her luscious, upturned breasts. Awestruck by the sensual beauty of the woman's velvet skin in the silver light, he sat frozen for a moment, then went down on them with his wet, horny mouth.
Robin gasped as his face dug into her quivering flesh, the gaping maw sliding wetly over the nipple, the jaws working like a hungry baby, kneading and punching her as she instinctively cradled his moving head in her hands and arched her back to give him more. Her full, ripe globes felt good to Robin. The warm, sensual sensation of Todd's mouth seemed to burn straight down to Robin's spine, as though her nipples were plugged in there, then slowly began to work its way down to her pelvis which was filling with the hot blood of lust, then picking up momentum, diffused quickly over the surface of her body until every inch of her skin felt supercharged.
"Please, Todd, take me inside," she said.
The horny boy straightened and, half pulling, got her into the house. It was darker inside than out as Todd fumbled with a light.
Robin saw the double bed and a couple of cots as Todd pulled her to him hungrily, then, with a growl of passion, moved to the bed with her.
Feeling the edge against her legs, she let Todd push her back gently until she lay on the bed with her legs over the edge.
Wasting no time, Todd leaned over her as she spread her full thighs for him and, surprising her, slipped his hands into the waistband of the tight black panties, almost pulling her off the bed as he stripped them down the long, beautiful thighs and over the boots.
Robin watched Todd eagerly as the boy straightened and tore at his clothes in his haste to get to her. His eyes were glued to the point just below her navel as he stripped, his obsession with the beauty of her open sex evident in every line of his boyish face. She felt more free and wanton than at any time in her life as she lay there, spread-eagled on the bed, her blood-filled vulva pulled slightly apart by the stretch of her inner thigh muscles. The look on the boy's face was much the same as when he had first joined her-brutally sadistic. Not at all like Tom, and in every fiber of her being, she was exultantly happy.
Her eyes widened excitedly as Todd slipped his tight slacks over the huge bulge of his shorts and stepped out of them, her desire to see him nude almost overpowering. He stood before her, almost gloating, enjoying the unveiled desire and fascination in Robin's eyes as she stared at him.
Robin understood in that instant how the phallus had held throughout history the core of sensuality. Understood how it, through symbolic representation, epitomized all forbidden and inspiring thinking in mankind. Todd held all those qualities in abundance, the massive, veined shaft, stiff and powerful, the perfect vehicle to propel the treasured gland deeply into the reaches of woman.
Tiny fingers of pain shot through her insides like menstrual cramps as Robin's body cried out in need. She felt as though she would suffocate if she didn't have this boy soon, and reached her arms out to him.
Todd, in spite of the look of animal lust on his face, kneeled between her trembling thighs and began running his hot tongue along the inside of her damp legs.
She felt his hands go under her buttocks, his thumbs pressing the lips of her vulva apart, his tongue working slowly up the inside of her tight to the fiery gash.
"Ohhhhhh," she cried as his tongue, sharing her need, quit teasing and slid into the wet, sweet slit, painting the folds of her thick, ridged labia with dull red flame. The boy was an artist, she realized, running her fingers into his thick blond hair, holding her by the buttocks as though she were a chalice to be drunk from. His lips and tongue, darting into the overflowing cunt to taste and stir, were becoming more possessive, the tongue shooting into her vagina more frequently, then coming out to swirl up around the hard, fully exposed clitoris, driving her out of her senses.
Robin felt his thick lips slip around her clit and felt as though a thousand tiny fires had merged into a giant bonfire. Robin was fucking the boy with her clit, her pelvis thrusting wildly, her hands pulling his face into her crotch. Then, in sweet agony, she arched her back and shot her imagined load into the wet sucking mouth.
Todd, feeling her buttocks clench in his hands, and the copious lubrication gushing from her, felt his lust rise to the point where his driving need to fuck her was overpowering.
Robin, her body thrashing wildly on the bed, eyes shining and cheeks flushed, needed much more. The time for gentle caressing and slowly building excitement were no longer important. She was tottering on the very verge of orgasm, but there was only one thing she would accept now.
"Oh, God, Todd!" she screamed. "I need you!"
She felt her body violently heaved back on the bed, her willing thighs spread and lifted as the bed bounced with Todd's extra weight. His blurred outline towered over her as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. The animal moan that spilled from her lips said everything that needed to be said.
She peered between her rapidly rising and falling breasts at the boy, poised to enter her. His immense cock, glans bared, jutted from his fist as he maneuvered it against the soggy mass of hair and raw flesh.
"OH, HURRY!" she moaned, and immediately felt the heat and pressure of his prod painfully spreading her split with its bulk.
Robin flinched and bit hard on her lip as the excruciatingly sweet sensation of pain flooded her crotch. The big knob, forcing her slick lips over and around it probed hungrily and irresistibly for her warm insides, distending her until she could feel her clip pressed painfully against her pubis bone.
"FUCK ME!" she screamed, her head rolling from side to side on the bed, her fists clenching and unclenching in frustration. Her knees pressed tightly against Todd's hips, the booted calves clenched tightly against his taut buttocks, demanding entry.
Something had to give as the boy thrust his hips hard against the girl's writhing crotch, and it did-more suddenly than Robin was prepared for.
She gasped as the hot pain ripped into her, opening her vagina like a balloon, retreated briefly, then shot upward to her nipples. Her knees turned to rubber as the rod buried itself in her womb. Her insides felt like mush, oozing down the throbbing muscle in her. Her thighs flopped open like the limbs of a rag doll as she felt her buttocks lowered to the bed, the pressure on her insides receding slightly, then increasing deliciously as she felt Todd's weight on her.
She lay quietly, breathlessly, under the boy's dead weight, feeling his every heart beat in her flattened breasts. Feeling it amplified a thousand times in his throbbing cockveins. Her body felt strangely rearranged, her organs fused into a single warm and wet blanket wrapped tightly and protectively around the pulsing new organ inside her. She lay quietly, her eyes closed, feeling every beat of her heart, like a tiny cog, moving one notch closer to the edge until every muscle in her body exploded. Her fingertips, resting lightly on the boy's back, dug savagely into his skin as she stretched beneath him like a large cat. Her toes curled tightly, almost painfully in her orgasm, her thighs encircling and gripping his waist.
"Move, damnit, MOVE!" she demanded, going over the edge. Feeling him starting to move gently inside her, feeling the large veins of his cock stroke her vagina walls. She was falling, spinning head over heel into the darkness, but not alone. She felt him with her, inside her, and the darkness was liquid and warm. Her body rocking gently to him as he filled, then evacuated her insides with his hot strength. Her insides licking at him like tiny butterfly wings, teasing the long, powerful thrusts that threatened to esviscerate her. Each orgasm, coming quick and electric, as though her little gear were caught in the last notch, becoming more intense as he braced and rode into her harder and more deeply, seeming to swell and lengthen unbelievably, then terribly hard inside her, his warm nuts on her ass as she felt his cum gush into her."
Todd, breathing deeply and irregularly, let his slippery meat slide out of her cunt as he got to his knees. He smiled at the mess they had made of the bed, the cum stain, as large as his head, still warm and rich with the odor of sex.
Robin rolled to the edge of the bed and made for the tiny bathroom, scooping her clothes up on the way. The warm cum snaking down her thighs felt good to her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In spite of the austere equipment in the tiny bathroom, Robin managed to wash herself and to slip into her clothing. Robin had just been fucked in a way her body had always supposed it would. For this, and for Tom the night before, she felt warmly appreciative. The two young boys had shown her, through their virile young cocks, the pure beauty of her passion and the full extent of her sensuality. She smiled as she pulled the tight mini up and clasped it at her small waist.
The world, she knew, was full of cocks, and with just a little charm, Robin knew that she could have most of them. The feeling of blissful lassitude was gone as she strode from the bathroom, her vitality already asserting itself as she glanced at Todd.
The boy was lying on his back, still nude, smoking a joint. Robin crossed the room and sat down beside him. "Take good care of that," she said, letting her hand rest lightly on the large, limp cock lying on his belly.
"You bet I will," he said lazily, blowing a cloud of dope from his nostrils. "You damn near took the skin off my dick, you little bitch. Come here."
Robin leaned over and placed her lips on his. Their kiss was beautifully uncomplicated. Having given themselves so completely to each other, there was no barrier at all between them now. She slid her hand between his thighs to gently cup and feel the heavy scrotum as he kissed her.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have gotten dressed so soon," she said, nuzzling closer to him. His hand, gently stroking her thigh, was beginning to get to her, and she could feel that his dick was no longer flaccid.
"Play with my ass," Todd said softly, and Robin, fascinated by his request, was even more surprised at her total lack of resentment. The hairy warmth below the scrotum was strangely exciting to her as she ran her fingertips along the corded root of his anus fascinated her as she ran her fingers over the hairy rim, making Todd moan with pleasure. A keen sense of excitement filled her as she dug harder at his shit hole, intent on fucking his ass with her finger. She realized that this is what the boy wanted, and remembered the night before when Tom had forced his tongue into her asshole. She felt him give to her as his legs stiffened on the bed and watched, as his cock responded almost instantly, filling like a balloon and slowly rising to an erection. Her excitement had paralleled his, and Robin felt the overpowering need to have his cock back in her, turning her to mush again.
Robin was jarred out of the sensual envelope of the room and Todd by the sound of tires on the road. Weird lights flashed through the cabin as Todd, rolling off the bed, struggled to get his pants up over his rigid cock, told her that it was the musicians.
"The fuckers were supposed to be partying in town," he muttered under his breath. "From the sound of them, they must've brought the party with them."
Robin tended to agree as the commotion outside increased. The sound of laughing and feet scuffling left no doubt.
"Oh, well," Tom said, resigned to the interruption, "The night is young." Handing Robin a lighted joint, he smiled. "The beach is sexy anyway."
Robin sat, legs crossed, on the edge of the bed and enhaled her first lungful of pot as the gang came crashing into the cabin. She recognized the members of the group, but there were quite a few others. She did recognize three young girls she took to be the group regulars, wild little sluts game for anything as long as there was a thrill in it, and she was right.
Introductions were attempted in the swirl of bodies, but no one seemed to give a damn. Robin cared least of all, her thoughts were on the way Todd's cock had sprung up so beautifully at her touch.
The stir of bodies was taking on some semblance of structure, as it grouped around a skinny black man wearing outlandish clothing. A pimp if she ever saw one. She watched as the tall man, hideously ugly, passed out goodies to the kids. He had a purse slung over his shoulder, from it, he was producing a variety of stuff on demand. She didn't see any exchange of money and guessed that the weird looking black man was buying himself into the party.
Robin was thankful when Todd came over and sat by her. The joint he had given her was burning her fingers. Todd took it and offered her another, which she accepted. She'd never smoked the stuff before, but then she was someone else tonight. It wasn't more than a mild drink anyway.
Todd sat and smoked with her. The man, he told her, was a sometimes pimp and a sometime pusher. "He's been working on that little cunt over there. I guess he figures, as much as she likes to fuck, she might as well be bringing him some bread home."
Robin felt a chill drive through her as she looked at the girl in question. The kid couldn't be more than fifteen, in spite of the way she was developed. Her breasts were as large as a womans and, though there was still baby fat on her, her hips were broad and her ass durable looking. The girl didn't receive a great deal of attention from any of the crowd except the skinny black. Robin guessed that the boys had all taken her as often and easily as they had wanted. At the moment, the girl was draped against the leader of the group who was absent-mindedly fondling one of her large boobs while she clasped her arms around his waist and looked up at him adoringly. Her cunt was pushed right up to him, and he didn't even seem to care.
Robin felt like a woman with a million dollars in a penny arcade as she watched the action around her pick up. The kids were getting stoned rather quickly and starting to do their own things. One of the groupies was trying to outdo her rival, another boy, with one of the members of the group. The boy, however, wasn't buying any, preferring the attentions of his buddy.
The third groupie was faring some better, Robin noticed. She was in the corner with an older man Robin didn't recognize, and sat stoned out of her mind on his lap, her back to him. She had the appearance of a large rubber doll, her face expressionless, one thick, white thigh draped sexily over the arm of the chair. As Robin watched, the man leaned over and whispered in the girl's ear. Like a zombie, she reeled to her feet as the man reached under her shirt and peeled her brief panties down her legs. His hands worked quickly at his fly, then taking the girl by the hips, guided her back to his lap.
Robin was beginning to feel the effects of the two joints she had smoked. It was like having a couple of martinis too fast, only better. The people seemed to be acting more normal to her. The noise level had subsided a great deal and several people had left the cabin for the beach.
Robin had been consciously aware of the skinny Negro's eyes on her for some time and it gave her the chills. He was undoubtedly the most repulsive man she had ever seen. His tall frame had no flesh, his clothing hanging on him the same way it hung on the hanger, yet there was a sense of power about him that she couldn't explain. Robin's heart skipped a beat as he caught her looking at him and, curling his thick lips into a smile, glided over to her.
"Hi, man, what's your bag?" he whined nasally, sitting next to Robin. "And how about you, honey?" he added, running his dirty eyes over her as though she were a piece of horseflesh.
"You sure got some bod, honey," he said, the unwelcome intimacy in his voice raising her hackles. He smelled as though he had bathed in cheap perfume and she had the urge to get up and walk away from him. Todd took the offered bag and, fishing around, came out with a couple of joints.
"Thanks, Slim, meet Robin, an old friend."
"Speak not of it, Toddy boy," he said, "the joy's all mine if the lady digs it." He stared at Robin, stripping her with his eyes, then left as quickly as he had come.
"He gives me the creeps," Robin confessed when Slim was out of earshot.
"He should," Todd said, "he's a mean bastard. He has trouble keeping his girls. Scares the shit out of them at first, but they all grow to hate him and take off sooner or later. He's always on the make for new cunt."
"HEY, YOU GUY'S!" the young-girl groupie said. "Listen to me!" The noise level dropped at her outcry as the gang turned, annoyed, to look at her.
"The first one of you studs gets his dick up can fuck me right here in front of everybody." She put her hands on her hips and rolled her ass the way she figured strippers did it.
Robin had never seen a live sex show. She was feeling a bit high and the prospect filled her with excitement.
To her amazement, the man who stepped up was the one she had watched slipping it to the zombie girl in the chair. The zonked out girl was still curled in the chair, her bare ass looking like two giant melons.
The man stood in front of the nymphet, the proof of his claim jutting out from his open fly, wet with the soaking he had received from the zonked girl's cunt.
"Well, your chick couldn't get you off, huh?" she sneered. "You won't have that problem with me. You gotta take them fuckin' pants off though, 'cause from the look of you, I'm gonna need your balls too."
No sooner had the man stepped out of his pants than the girl moved against him, her big boobs wobbling. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she raised up on her toes and trapped his dangling cock between her thighs, her ass moving back and forth.
Robin, her blood pressure rising alarmingly, was stunned by the completely wanton look of raw desire on the girl's face; realized that she was a true nymphomaniac.
With a guttural grunt, the girl, too hot to wait for the man to stuff it in her, leaped up and wrapped her thick thighs around the startled man's waist, forcing him to grab her buttocks to.keep his balance. Grinding her ass like a whore, she got herself where she wanted to be and hunched down on his tool.
Robin's hand trembled in excitement at the spectacle as the man got the little whore spread under him and began to thrust his cock into her cunt in fast, hard rhythm. The ragged sound of their breathing mingled with the sound of a butcher slapping a cutting block with a piece of raw steak.
The heavy muscles in her buttocks and thighs were in constant rhythmic motion as her nymphomania-fueled orgasm shook her. In spite of the man's obvious stamina, she was getting to him, and his buttocks clenched hard and he shot his dick into her gaping cunt.
The red-hot girl, feeling him cum in her, went wild, clutching at him and cursing him. He had to literally pull himself from her, his spent cock drooping sadly.
"Who's next?" she asked, rolling her head on the table to plead with her eyes. Robin, drawn to the eyes, saw them widen as a look of terror crossed her face.
"No, not you!" she spurted at the skinny black as he grabbed her wrist roughly in a vise-like grip. She struggled to a sitting position, her tits flopping as she tried to free herself from the awesome black.
"You ugly black sonofabitc-"WHAP! The girl's head snapped back, her cheek crimson as she stared unbelievingly at the man. Coolly, he hit her again.
"That's just in case you didn't think I'd do it," the black said, with the threat of a rusty razor in his voice.
The frightened girl lay back sobbing, her breasts bobbing like melons as he ran his black, knobby hands over her trembling boobs.
"Now that we got that little trouble out of the way, baby, we gonna settle down nice and easy and give you what a nice little white girl like you always dreams about."
Her eyes followed his every move as he walked around, caressing and squeezing her young flesh with one hand while loosening his pants with the other. He wasn't wearing shorts, and when he dropped his pants, his gaunt, ebony body shone in the light, all knobs and bones except for his rigid cock, which was more like a stiletto. Long and black and oddly pointed, almost like a dog, the organ swung lightly against his belly as he stood with it almost in the girl's face.
Robin watched in fascination as he took the girl by the hair and, pulling her frightened face around, rubbed his black cock against her mouth until she opened and let him slide it into her.
"Get it nice and wet, baby, 'cause it's going up your tight little ass. Ain't nowhere else tight on you 'cept maybe your ear, and you already had your brains fucked out anyhow." He stepped back and roughly pulled her off the table. Turning her around before she knew what had happened, he forced her over the table, her little pink nipples flattened on the rough wood. Her sturdy thighs were spread invitingly, but the man made her spread them even further.
"Now, people, that ain't no bad-lookin' ass at all. That pussy ain't much-too squishy like. God knows a man could get lost in there." He spread her buttocks wide to press his point. "But this here little jewel's something else," he said, pressing his forefinger against the girl's tight asshole.
Robin felt a wave of near-nausea pass through her as she watched. It wasn't the thought of anal love, it was the need for the man to destroy the girl in the process that evoked her reaction.
The girl cried out in pain and flinched as the man drove his finger into her and began to twirl it roughly around in the tight anal opening. Her face lay flat on the table, her knuckles white from the pressure of her grip on the edge, and still the man reamed her shithole mercilessly, his snake-like tool swinging against her white buttock all the while.
Deciding he'd primed the girl enough, he moved behind her open cheeks, placed his cock, and drove it home to the pitiful scream of the girl. The pain he was causing seemed to enflame the half-crazy man even more. He grabbed her hips and, whipping his skinny pelvis, met each outcry with a harder thrust.
Robin could hear the anguished girl fart as the man violated her ass roughly, then stared at the brown staining the inside of her buttocks and thighs. The man was literally fucking the shit out of her, giving her a sex enema. Robin stared around incredulously as some of the onlookers began to chant in rhythm with the black's cock.
"STOP IT! For God's sake. Someone stop it!"
The hysterical scream quieted the chanting as though a lightening bolt had struck. The man at the table froze and Robin, seeing the eyes all focus on her, realized the words had come from her.
Ice water ran through her veins as the wicked eyes of the black burned through her with a physical force. He was moving slowly toward her, the spread-eagled girl forgotten. His black skin was spider-webbed with thin white marks that had to be old knife scars.
"Well now, what we got here?" he winned in a deceptively soft voice. His beady black eyes glanced over her shoulder at Todd as he closed in. "What you done brought in here, man?"
His eyes on her, he spoke so softly, she could barely make him out. "I guess you the number one substitute, baby, and I been wonderin' what the color of your shit looks like, guess I'm gonna find out."
Robin's knees turned to rubber. The others wouldn't turn a hand to help her. The feeling of helplessness brought the taste of gall to her throat.
She heard the scrape of a chair behind her and saw the black drop to his knees. The chair flew over his head and he scurried along the floor like a giant black crab.
Reaching his pants, he stood up, and Robin could see the glint of metal in his hand and hear the sickening CLICK of his switchblade.
Todd moved from behind her and realized, in terror, that there was nowhere he could go. The black knew it too, and stalked him slowly. Todd worked himself into a corner, his back against the wall. His arms went up to protect his throat as the skinny black slashed at him with the razor-sharp blade.
Without looking back, and drawing on survival instincts she didn't realize she possessed, Robin hit the beach at a dead run, finally collapsing on all fours in the sand.
"Oh, God," she gagged. The sound rising above the pounding in her ears was that of the pack, and the lead hound was unmistakabley the insane black.
Somehow she got to her feet and was moving forward. Ahead she could make out a light, and she knew she had to make it.
The pack was closing fast, the whooping of the black far out in front as her legs refused to do her bidding any longer. Pitching headfirst onto the sand, she caught the light, as far away as before. She lay on her side, heaving uncontrollably.
Hearing the pounding of his feet on the sand, all thoughts of escape left her.
An instant later she snapped her head up at a sharp sound. She saw the black flying through the air in slow motion, flailing like a rag doll. It was almost funny because he didn't have a face. The rag doll fell to earth with a sickening sound and lay still.
Just to the side of the pile of black limbs stood exactly what the perverted architect of the dream would have drawn in. A tall viking, leaning poised on his huge blade, waited in complete indifference for the pack.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The fire sprang into life as fresh wood was dumped on it. The tall viking stood across the fire from where Robin lay. The light reflected from the red of his beard and turned his horned helmet into a huge flop-brimmed hat, turned up at the sides. The high broad brow was almost dominated by shaggy eyebrows that accentuated a remarkable pair of eyes. They danced with a vitality that held Robin breathless.
His faded vest failed to cover his broad, powerful chest. The curly red hair was as thick down the opening as it was on his face, following the muscular rib cage down to the narrow waistband of his chinos.
Robin found herself completely under the young man's spell. The power and beauty of his body would have been enough to make him the natural leader in any group of men, even without his poise and confidence.
He came around the fire, kneeling and placing his hand on her brow. His presence was overpowering at close range, and the touch of his hand did things to her body that made her realize the stiffness in her.
"The fever's gone," he said in a soft, resonant voice, "and I'll bet you're hungry."
Robin looked deeply into his eyes a moment. "Who are you?" she said.
"My name's Arn, and this is Paul and Cathy. Who are you?"
"I'm Robin," she said, pushing herself to her elbows jerkily, every muscle in her body crying out in stiff pain.
"Easy, Robin," he whispered, bracing her head in his hand and laying her back down. "I'll tell you all I can while Cathy warms you something to eat.
"Todd was down here early yesterday to fill me in. He had some stitches in his arm, but, aside from that, is all right.
"You've been here almost forty-eight hours, out of your head most of the time. The group left yesterday, but Paul picked up your car. It's parked up by the road."
Cathy offered her a large bowl of something that smelled so delicious to her that she sat upright, sore muscles and all. She realized, as the blanket slid to her lap, that she was nude. Her breasts quivered in the cool air. Robin glanced at Arn before pulling the blanket back into place. A quick flush of warmth flooded over her as she caught the flicker of appreciation in his eyes.
Robin began to eat the chowder as though she were starved. Cathy offered some bread and a bottle of wine.
She awoke to the sound of the tide lapping at the sand. It was just dawn. She could look out over the beach at the rose-painted sky springing up out of the Pacific. She felt beautifully alive and alone. The cooling embers of the fire smoked gently and she wondered if she had been dreaming again.
Down the beach, was Arn. Even from that distance, the sight of him made Robin's breath catch in her throat and little things happen under her breast.
"God," she whispered to the wind, "he's beautiful and I must have him."
Robin found her miniskirt and blouse. They had been washed and carefully folded. The fire-warmed blouse felt wonderful as she slipped it over her sore breasts, the heat gently massaging them as she pulled on her skirt. The boots were there also, but she tossed them aside. The sand felt wonderful.
She started down the beach. Almost guiltily, she realized that she was ravenous again, and the thought of sizzling fish almost made her dizzy.
Paul and Cathy, seeing her coming, ran to meet her. They were really a handsome pair. The girl, tall and willowy and light. Paul, healthily tanned and trim, was quietly handsome; a gentle boy and perfect match for Cathy.
She smiled warmly as they greeted her and, arm in arm, they walked up behind Arn, lowering their voices as they stood and watched him fish.
The hunger Robin had felt so strongly walking up the beach was forgotten as she watched the boy. The powerful back muscles stood out like ropes on his smooth back. He was wet from head to boot. She gazed in wonder at the power in his legs and the smallness of his muscular buttocks.
Seeing Robin, Arn flashed her a warm smile, his eyes honestly admiring the things she did to the blouse and miniskirt. The rush of pure pleasure that swept over Robin was turning to a different, exciting type of warmth as he turned back to the ocean and began reeling in his rig.
"We've got enough for breakfast," he said. "It's getting a little late anyway." Robin let out a squeal of delight as she saw two large flounder. She didn't know what they were, but they looked good. Robin held her breath as Arn turned to face her, the wet shorts revealing every curve of his body. She flushed as she realized she had known all along he would be like this. He was man all the way down to his toenails. Her blouse became heavy across her nipples. She turned quickly and joined Paul and Cathy.
The breakfast was every bit as delicious as promised, and Robin volunteered to clean up the mess. The morning was clear and warm, the sun shinning brightly as she finished her chores and decided it time to make plans for leaving. She couldn't stay on the beach forever with these kids, though the thought was tempting. The thought of leaving seemed even more foolish in the light of the way she felt about Arn. She almost wished it was just the desire for him to make love to her, she could handle that, but there was more to it.
"Would it be possible for me to stay here a couple of days?" She asked them.
She didn't really need an answer, but Arn gave her one. "I would be terribly disappointed if you didn't," he said, his eyes softly on her.
"Of course," Cathy echoed, "but you have to pay your way. Could I borrow your car to run into Sausalito today?"
"It's yours," Robin said, if anyone knows where the keys are."
Arn handed them to Cathy. The girl fetched a large, straw bag from a corner of the leanto and began to strip.
Am and Paul sat discussing something as Cathy stripped the old sweatshirt over her head, revealing her completely tanned torso. Robin found herself staring at the girls small, shapely breasts, jiggling tauntly as she bent to slip out of the old jeans. Cathy smiled at Robin and slipped her head into the dress. She sat on the sand and slipped on a pair of sandals. As she began to run a comb through her hair, Robin realized how lovely the girl was.
Paul got to his feet as Cathy put the comb back in the bag and, with a wave, they trudged toward the road.
"Let's catch some sun," Arn suggested, grabbing a blanket from the pile she had slept on and laying it just outside the lean-to. Stripping his crazy vest off and kicking the rubber boots from his feet, he lay down on his back, beckoning for Robin to join him.
Letting herself down carefully beside him, almost wishing she had panties on, Robin rolled on her stomach so she could watch him better. "Are you really happy to have me stay?" she asked.
Arn answered by taking her hand and squeezing it gently, his deep blue eyes reflecting the sky as he looked at her steadily. "You have a lovely body," he finally said, "and it must still be sore the way you move. Here, let me loosen you up." Arn placed his hands on her shoulders, gently and effectively kneading the muscles. Robin gasped with pleasure as he rolled the tight, sore muscles between his fingers, increasing the pressure steadily and sensitively, then moving out along her arms. The soreness, seemed to be working right out of her as she let herself go and moaned sensually into the blanket. The gentle rocking was moving her sensitive nipples in the warm sand. As he skillfully removed the tension from her in one place, he was just as skillfully bringing it to the snapping point in others.
He worked the big muscles down the side of her spine and into the sharply concave small of her back, then back up, his hands warmly under the blouse as Robin bit her lip trying not to tremble.
"Are you breasts sore, Robin," he asked, short-cutting the anxiety building in her.
Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded, and felt herself being lifted to a sitting position. He slid his hands up her sides, o raising her arms and dropping the blouse in the sand. "They're beautiful," he said, his warm eyes causing her to smile at him.
"Let me know if I'm too rough," he said and took the hot mounds gently in his hands. Robin moaned at his touch, the fire shooting straight into her spine and down to her pelvis.
"It's all right," she managed quickly, "you haven't hurt me."
The strong fingers took full possession of her treasures, squeezing, kneading and drawing the flesh out until she thought the nipples would burst.
"Oh, Arn darling," she said. "Please kiss me." Her arms were possessively around his neck as he bent down to her, one hand still gently agitating her throbbing breasts. Her mouth was wantonly open to him as she felt the pleasant scratch of his beard, the the thick, sensual warmth of his mouth on hers. She moaned softly, begging for his tongue with her busy lips. Her body was out of control, her shoulders pushing her hot breast hard into his hand, her arms pulling him down until she felt his hand replaced by the warm muscle of his chest.
Her taut nipples exploded as they furrowed into the thick mat of hair.
"Arn! Oh, Arn! I-I'm cuming, darling." Her back arched so strongly it hurt, but she didn't care. Rolling her hips against his lower body, panting hotly, she felt the frightening length of his cock against her and bucked her belly against it hungrily.
Robin was the aggressor. He was still under full control, but she didn't have time to care. Her body screamed out to her, now-now-NOW!
The cream bathing her inner thighs only excited her more as she dug her hand between their bodies and fumbled his shorts open. Her hand darted eagerly into the opening, brushing the stiff, red pubic hair and coming to rest on his huge, supple organ. It came out easily, flopping heavily in her hand, and she wanted it more than anything she had ever touched.
"Robin dear Robin," he whispered against her lips. She felt his hand on hers, holding her. "I'm so sorry, Robin." The tone of his voice cut through the hot haze of passion that possessed her, made her look at him.
Something was wrong, she knew. Arn's face was a massive frown of confusion and frustration. Her heart skipped a beat as she sensed his words.
"I should have told you, Robin." I shouldn't have let things get this way. You see, I'm gay."
Robin, though she had somehow sensed it, physically recoiled at the words. Her body and soul so ready to take this young giant between her legs and into her, so desirous of loving him with every square inch of her body, could not accept the words.
Pressing her face into the salty hair of his chest, Robin, her eyes swimming with tears, began to sob uncontrollably. She felt his tender hand cradle her head protectively as her body jerked against him.
"Listen to me, Robin," he pleaded, his voice soft with compassion. "It's always been this way. I love girls, I love Cathy in a way, and I think I would get to love you, but I can't make love to a woman. I've tried, God, how I've tried. If anyone would have changed me, Robin, it would've been someone like you. I think you must be the most desirable woman I've ever known. Your body's so perfect. I love touching you, but, as you can see, I'm hung up. The truth is, I'm quite happy. God's been good to me in so many ways that I can accept the way I am. I have lovers."
The hot sun bore down on the nearly nude couple, but Robin couldn't even feel it. Her sobbing under control, she pushed away from him and stood.
Robin was ready to leave as Cathy and Paul returned with her car. The rapport in Cathy's eyes made words between the women unnecessary, and the hug that Cathy gave her made Robin almost want to cry. She turned and looked at Arn, standing tall again. His steady, compassionate eyes locked with hers for the better part of a minute, then she turned to her car.
CHAPTER NINE
It was just getting dark as Robin drove into her parking space. It was Wednesday evening and she had missed her Monday flight, the bank, and the dealer. There was still time to get some rescheduling done. God knows, she wanted to get out as soon as possible.
As she walked, barefooted, into her apartment she felt a great deal more like herself. It seemed that she had been away for years. So much had happened that was so alien that most of it seemed like a bad dream. The worse part wouldn't be put aside that way. The trauma with Arn was still very much with her, and she felt like crying.
She bit down on her lower lip and picked up the phone.
Before she had a chance to pick the receiver up, the phone rang, giving her a start.
"Hello, Robin?" Tom's voice asked anxiously.
"Oh, yes, Tom, please come up I have something to tell you." Placing the receiver back on the hook, Robin got up quickly and ran into the bath to splash water on her face. There would be time later for a shower.
The doorbell sounded and Robin, sprang to open it. The boy was obviously as eager as she was, steping quickly into the room as she pushed the door shut.
; He was stiff as a rod as she pressed against him, and she gasped as he covered her lips hungrily. The heat in her body, so inadequately quenched for so long, burst forth as she closed her eyes and felt Tom's arms around her, his big cock stiff and hungry for her. She was glad for the boy's quick passion which matched her own, and ready for him as he pushed her to the couch.
She cried out, deep in her throat as his cock tore into her, setting fire to her insides, and again as he dug his knees in and rode high between her raised thighs, pumping full length into her in a shower of hot sticky cum.
"Oh, yes, love," she moaned, "cum in me." Her legs wrapped around his waist and her starved pelvis began to pound up to him keeping his cock buried in her to the hilt as she milked it with her vagina. She felt him relax as her ass lowered to the couch.
Reaching her arms around his neck, she pulled him down on her breasts. "Lie still, baby," she said. Robin, her body as tense with sexual excitement as she had been on the beach that afternoon, ran her hands around Tom's back and down into his waistband, letting her fingernails play along his tensed bottocks. His cock was still large in her, still wonderfully alive as she planted her feet wide and, using the leverage, began to slowly grind her hips.
She felt the delicious wetness and warmth of his cum on the insides of her hot thighs as she held his ass tightly and moved her hairy vulva hard against his pelvic bone, feeling him hard against her throbbing clit. Tom, never having lost his erection in her tight wetness was starting to move with her and it was all Robin could do to slow him and herself.
"Wait, darling," she pleaded. "Take me in the bedroom and fuck me long and hard." Somehow they got into the bedroom, their clothing leaving a trail to the bed. The boy's long, heavy cock glistened with his cum and her vaginal discharge as he pushed her onto her belly and quickly kneeled between her out-spread thighs.
Robin squealed with delight as she felt his hands under her flared hips, lifting her back into him until she felt the hot pressure of his knob feeling, through her juicy red labia, for her tight fuck hole. "Oh, darling, your cock's so nice and big. Bang it in-HARD!"
The horny boy needed no further urging. Everything he touched was responsive and warm. Robin's perfectly formed ass excited him terribly as he drove his cock into her so hard he could feel his ripe nuts slap against her warm thigh. Then, jerking it out roughly, he slammed it back in-out-in. The pent-up tension that Arn had built in her became unbearable as Tom pounded her cunt from behind, jerking her breasts on the bed until the nipples felt raw.
Closing her eyes, Robin was on the beach with Arn, his strong, warm hands gently using her swollen breasts as she held his huge dick and stroked it. She felt his lips, then his teeth gently on the nape of her neck as his cock ballooned against her restless thigh, her loving hand drawing him up to full, soaring spread. She whined deep in her throat as she let him take off her skirt and move her until she straddled the throbbing, foot-long cock that was Arn's.
The heat of fantasy surged through Robin, the long cock sweeping her vagina, adding to it with each deep thrust until, with a cry of anguished release, she let the orgasm wash over her.
Tom, feeling her warm juice wash over his tool, her vagina snap for him, piled into her hard, and felt the blessed heat of his cum boil up through his belly and into Robin. He didn't know that it was someone else's cum that Robin took.
They lay peacefully in post-coital bliss as the boy told her of his frantic efforts to find out what had 'happened when she didn't answer the door Sunday. He had phoned several times, then, deciding that she had forgotten the date, or intentionally broken it, got into his car and started back to school. Halfway there, his curiosity had made him turn around and come back.
He had really become worried when she didn't show Monday. He called the airline and discovered she hadn't cancelled out. He found himself against a wall. There was nothing else that he could do but worry, and call her apartment frequently. He had called school Monday and given them and excuse for the rest of the week. His parents thought he was there.
The boy's concern for her welfare touched Robin. She felt it would do no good to tell him all that had happened to her because tomorrow she would be gone. She shook in his arms as she thought of the mess lying on the beach, and of Arn.
Pulling Tom's face to her breast, she began to arouse him slowly with her entire body. The deep-seated need Arn had aroused in her lay close to the surface. She needed Tom desperately. She would call tomorrow and set her departure up for the following day.
"Stay with me," she whispered, feeling his hard young body roll eagerly and hungrily between her thighs and raising herself to him.
The remainder of the night and the following day was an orgy without pretense or inhibitions. Her ability to arouse the boy time and time again was a challenge to his stamina, their coupling lasting longer and longer, yet each climax as sweet as the last. Her breasts and buttocks shared her need just as fully at times as her vulva and she had never felt physically more aglow.
She felt no regret as she said good-bye to Tom. She agreed to let him know when she returned, and took his phone number at school. He had been good for her, letting her body seek it's range of passion. Letting her get to really understand that her body was every bit as sexy as it looked.
Robin had always enjoyed flying, her spirits soaring with the jet as it glided above the clouds. There was something strikingly sensual about it, perhaps the slight element of danger.
Robin began to feel real excitement as she felt the big jet roll gently to the left. The heavy landing gear dropped down and locked as the pilot started his descent to Mexico City.
Everything went smoothly. Customs was most gracious and hands seemed to appear from everywhere to help her. She picked up the keys to her rental car and directed her luggage to it.
Robin got excellent treatment as she arrived at the Hotel Regis. The eager staff took her car, unloaded her luggage and helped her register as though they really enjoyed pleasing her.
Her room looked out over the city giving her a breathtaking view of the twinkling lights below. Her eyes swept the rest of the room approvingly. She had selected well and felt that her holiday was getting off to a very good start.
It was only ten o'clock when she showered and rubbed dry on the plush towel.
Walking to the mirror, Robin regarded herself critically. There was a slight bruise on her right breast where Tom had bitten her in his passion. As she gently explored it with her fingertips, she found her nipple tingling beginning to harden. Her mons veneris was more pronounced than normal due to it's recent stimulation. Robin was pleasantly aware of the thickening of the labia that gave the slightest parting of her vulva, and could feel the inner lips moistly touch each other.
The sounds coming faintly to her while she dressed were sounds of an exciting life, a life that she felt tugging at her. All thoughts of retiring early left Robin as the young vitality of her body cried out to her.
She stepped into the lobby a half hour later, aware that she was a knockout in the white dress that moulded to her lovely curves. Her graceful walk did things to her perfectly moulded pelvis as she crossed to the lounge and entered.
It was tasteful, dark, and filled with conversation. She selected a table and was waited on immediately.
Her martini was excellent, as was the soft music from a very good piano. She moved over to the piano and sat down again.
The piano player had finished playing by the time Robin was seated. She looked at him in disbelief. His smooth, young face was half covered by dark glasses. He was blind. He said something softly in Spanish and began the lead-in to "Tenderly." She felt as if the boy had read her mind, and had the feeling that he knew she was sitting there. That he was blind didn't enter her thinking from that point on. There was a strong rapport between the beautiful woman and the young piano player, though not a word had been exchanged. Even onlookers in the lounge sensed it.
He played more than he usually would before taking a break, then turning on the bench to face Robin, he said, "Thank you for the chance to play for you." He spoke beautiful English. He sensed her out-stretched hand and reached for it, letting her guide him to her table.
"You must be very beautiful," he said, "and very much alive."
"Why thank you," Robin said. "Where do you live and what is your name?"
"Ramon, and very near by," he answered. "And what is your name?"
"Robin."
"And where is your foolish husband, who would let one so beautiful sit here alone?"
"Across from me," she said, "and how close is very close?"
Robin walked beside the boy. He needed no assistance as he made his way along. She was glad she hadn't asked him to her room. He was showing her that his blindness was no handicap. They were in a neighborhood of neat little houses. They passed several, then the boy stopped and fished in his pocket for a key.
"The light switch is on your right," Ramon offered softly.
Robin slid her hand along the wall until she found it, then hesitated. "Why don't we leave it off, Ramon?"
The boy took the initiative gratefully, his hand firmly on her arm as he led her into the darkness of his personal world.
The idea of being with the boy on his own terms was more than a challenge to Robin. She closed her eyes as the light from the street filtered through her door, and opened them only when she heard the door close behind them.
CHAPTER TEN
In spite of the lack of light, Robin felt none of the somberness or desolation she had anticipated. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed the sweet fragrance of her strange environment. She could detect the aroma of fresh fruit mingled with numerous flowers, some that she could identify and some completely alien to her.
"Here," Ramon murmured, his hand tightening on her arm. "My couch is here, please sit and allow me to fix you a drink I think you will enjoy."
Feeling the warm leather against her calves, Robin sat down, her fingertips delighting in the rough texture of the warm leather, then feeling it sensually against the back of her thighs as she allowed it to bear her full weight.
"You have lots of flowers, Ramon," she said, "what are they?"
"There's camellia, larkspur, and orchids." His voice was right beside her and Robin felt his hand take hers and place it on a cool glass. The drink smelled as exotic as her exciting surroundings.
She felt Ramon's weight settle next to her as she let her taste buds play with the tart, savory liquid. "Ummmmm," she moaned, "it's a masterpiece, Ramon." She reached for his hand and pulled it into her lap. "What's in it?"
"The lovers touch," he said. "I must admit to using everything at my disposal to seduce one as lovely and desirable as you."
Robin smiled as the hand on her lap turned palm down and pressed warmly her small, rounded belly. "Then fix me another, I'm not seducable yet."
She rose quickly as Ramon crossed the room to refill her glass. Slipping the zipper of her dress she slid it silently from her body, her excitement taking a steep upward turn as she sat back down in only her bra and panties.
She took the drink from Ramon and found herself trembling as his soft hand brushed against the tight swell of her bra. She brought the glass to her lips and quickly drained it.
"Sit by me, Ramon," she said, feeling for his hands in the dark. She brought his hands to her face and leaned back as she felt his sensitive fingertips play over her features.
"You are truly beautiful." His low voice caressed her. "Not just pretty and desirable like many of the girls who come here, but beautiful like the passionate flowers near my home." Robin could feel the warmth of his breath on her, could smell the sweet nearness of his mouth. She turned her face to him and felt his lips on her eyelids.
Feeling his lips against hers, Robin gave her kiss to him with a soft, passionate moan. Her body had never felt so naked as she felt to his touch. His hands thrilled her as they moved over her shoulders and sides, finally going around to her back to release the bra.
Her breasts quivered like mounds of Jell-0 as he outlined them with his warm fingertips. She took his head in her hands as he touched his warm, wet mouth to the swollen mounds.
His gentle mouth nudged and pulled at her, his hot tongue searing her hard nipples as she arched her back and fed him, wishing she could thrust her entire breast into his wildly satisfying mouth. The fire in her breasts spread quickly to turn her body into one large erogenous zone. Her head hung limply back over the arm of the couch, her mouth working as she felt his wonderfully talented hand slip from her breast to lovingly cup her swollen mons.
"Oh, Ramon!" she cried, raising her bottom off the couch to let him slip her pants down her thighs. He moved her on the couch, his masterful hands guiding her damp thighs apart, then sliding warm fingertips up into her thick pubic hair, gently opening the wet cuntal lips to his tongue.
Robin growled in her throat as she felt his hot tongue stab her pussy. She cried out and jerked in blessed, needed orgasm.
Ramon, feeling the writhing woman cum, thrust his tongue past her labia and into her warm vagina. His tortured nuts throbbed at the feel of her on his tongue, and he moaned in relief as they emptied themselves in his pants, his swollen cock jerking against his leg as he felt the hot sticky cum spurt into his shorts.
It had been too long since he had allowed himself to make love to a woman. The beautiful woman whose innermost secret he shared had done him a great favor. His passionate nature wasn't meant to be curbed. Now, given an instrument that demanded his utmost skill and challenge, he felt wonderfully alive again. Feeling her body relax, he leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips, feeling her fingers on the buttons of his shirt.
Robin would never forget what followed. Never had her body been so loved, teased, aroused, and fulfilled. Then loved again, and each time differently, she felt her body needing him more and more. His beautifully sensitive mouth had brought her repeatedly to fever pitch, then drank her liquid offering until her turgid lips felt stiff and raw.
The soft light of dawn crept across the bed as Robin lay, letting the passionate boy stroke and caress her body. She had not touched him since the lovemaking had begun hours ago. Now, in the light, she let her eyes play over his smooth, young body. His skin was beautifully taut and coffee colored and covered a body that was small and slight. His erect cock, though well formed, was also very small. Robin gently stroked the long hair from the boy's forehead, then moved her hand down to grasp his cock. She felt his body jerk as she touched it and sensed that his reason for not having mounted her was a feeling of inadequacy.
"Oh, Ramon," she said, warm tears blurring her vision. "Why don't you fuck me now?" She squeezed her hand on his cock, feeling his heartbeat.
"Because," he said bitterly, "I am a good lover with my hands and my mouth, but not worth a damn with my organ."
Robin recoiled slightly, following him in the morning light as he splashed raw tequila into a glass and angrily tossed it off.
Sliding off the bed, she crossed quickly to him. "Don't be foolish, Ramon. Certainly you don't think you are deficient in any way." She watched aghast as he poured another tequila and downed it.
"No, not deficient," he snarled, "but perhaps inadequate." He tugged her across the room to a small cabinet and swung the door open. "Why do you think I have these?"
Robin's eyes widened at the selection of very life-like dildoes. She had never seen one before, but she knew what they were. She felt a strange excitement come over her as she stared at the fake cocks.
"Why do you think I am different from the others?" Robin said. Her vulva felt huge. "Do you think I wouldn't like something like that between my legs?" she taunted, feeling a real excitement begin to take hold of her. She could also see the mounting excitement in the face of the boy.
"Please, make a choice," Ramon said excitedly.
"No, the choice is yours," Robin said. "I want you to make love to me the way you want most to do it." She turned and went back to the bed, wondering if there were something perverse in her trembling excitement.
She felt excited watching Ramon strap the huge dildo over his own rigid member. He had selected the largest of the collection.
The prolonged cunt-eating of the past hours had left Robin in a blissfully satisfied state, her clit and labia tingling from Ramon's skillful lips and tongue. She felt warmly responsive to him, and eager to repay him for the pleasure he had given her.
Ramon had greased the dildo with Vaseline, and she was grateful as he lay down beside her and let the monstrosity lie across her belly. She closed her eyes and gave her mouth to him, tasting her cunt on his lips. Moving her hand down, she gripped the thick, slippery dildo, thrilling to the hot, life-like feel of it. It was Arn.
The boy's foreplay was much rougher, and Robin felt herself responding like a wanton whore. Rolling against him, she thrust the rigid, warm tube between her open thighs, moving her ass sensually to feel it ride into her split and nudge her cheeks apart. The friction on her swollen clit was painful to her as Ramon, sensing her excitement, began to jam it harder between her slippery thighs. In spite of the pain, she increased the pressure of her thighs and, seeing Arn above her, felt herself go.
Ramon, feeling the orgasm rack her body, rolled her to her back as her arms went around him. Her thighs opened wide and the sexy calves slid along his waist as he laid the big knob in the wet coral of her open gash.
The heat shot up through Robin's spine like electricity as she strained every muscle to open herself for him. Her calves were flexing against his slim hips and she could feel his delicate fingers pulling her apart, spreading the heavy labia for the big red glans.
"You're beautiful," he said, his eyes slitted in passion, "please let me know if I hurt you." Her fantasy-directed eyes stared down between their bodies at his powerful thighs, hairy and muscular against the smooth whiteness of hers. He felt as solid as a tree trunk as she flexed her legs around him, feeling the hot pressure of his cock push back at her.
"Oh, please-please, darling, hurt me," she cried, her smooth buttocks squirming in his powerful hands. The deep throated growl that burst from his lips was drowned out by Robin's animal shriek as he pounded her pussy.
She felt him hesitate as her head began to spin wildly, then continue to fill the core of her being as she watched from a rapidly increasing distance.
Ramon let himself cum as she took the knob into her vagina and began to work it deeper into her. Her shriek had aroused the sadistic vein in him and, as much as he wanted to hurt her again, he was too much the artist to be so crude. His sensitive fingers found the tight-pulled labia at the thick shaft as he worked it deeper. She would take the dildo without any real problem, before he was done with her. Her body was superbly built for love, and Ramon felt a bitter sense of loss that he could only fuck her this way.
Moaning and crying out the name of her lover, she writhed sensually, her full thighs demanding his full manhood. He was moving in her easier, her orgasm and the lubrication letting the big cock slide noisily in and out as he fucked her angrily.
Robin let her thighs slip from his waist as her orgasm struck and receded. He was panting and grunting as she felt the hot pressure build and fade in time with his thrusts. The pain had gone, and in it's place was the terribly sensual feeling of having her entire insides stroked by the long, glistening tool. Planting her feet securely on the bed, she got the leverage she wanted and began to move her cunt on the big pole, savoring the last tinge of pain deep inside her as she took it to the hilt.
Ramon, feeling the dildo full in her, lay his weight on the softness of her firm breasts and rode her strong pelvic movements. She was having orgasms every few minutes. Her fingers dug into his ass, her soppy pussy making the large instrument stroke her faster and deeper.
"Oh, cum, Arn," she cried, and Ramon could feel her vagina contract on him through the dildo. Her warm thighs caught him to her and he felt her body shudder in mind-blowing orgasm.
Robin rolled over and kissed the quiet boy before she rose. She wondered how other women had responded to the mechanically inspired screwing she had just enjoyed. The sensation, once she had accepted the fact that it wasn't flesh and blood, had been mind-boggling. Few men could have equaled the size and stamina of the artificial cock. The feel, smell, sound, and taste of a live man between a woman's legs could lead very easily to fantasy. Robin wondered how many of her married friends did the same thing with their dull, not-so-well-hung husbands.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Robin was ravenous when she awoke. The sun was streaming into her hotel room and Robin had never felt so alive. Stretching her arms and legs, the muscles of her thighs and calves moved smoothly under the silken skin. Her firm breasts rose tautly against the material of her filmy nightie. Sitting up, she slipped the short gown over her head and lay back on the sheet.
She let her hands go over her body, delighting in the feel of her firm, healthy flesh. She let them linger on the beautifully turned mounds of her breast, feeling the nipples respond as she teased them. Running her hands down to her full, well-rounded hips, she slipped her fingers under her buttocks and delighted in the sensual feel as she clenched them tightly together. The sensation worked into her asscrack and around to the deep groin muscles. The thick black hair covering her mons moved slightly. Pursing her lips sexily, she moved her hands to the prominent triangle and slipped her forefinger past the labia and into her vagina. Her thoughts were on the huge dildo that Ramon had fucked her with and she felt herself beginning to grow warm.
Glancing at the clock on the way to her shower, Robin could hardly believe that she had slept for almost twenty hours since leaving Ramon. The sensual feeling she had awakened with stayed with her through the shower, and she wished that Ramon were waiting for her in the bed. The feeling left her wonderfully excited as she dressed for the day.
She threw a few things into her small bag and left the hotel.
It felt good to be driving through the countryside, even if she had no idea at all where she was or where she was going. She had let the car follow the natural flow of traffic, enjoying the hustle of the downtown city until she reached the outskirts and let her instincts take over. She had thrown a tourist map into the bag before she left the hotel and, pulling the car to the side of the road, looked at it carefully. A few minutes later, she pulled the car back on the road and headed for the breeding farm.
The entrance was hung with a large sign printed in Spanish and English. Robin pulled the car into the parking area. She smiled at the old Mexican who opened the door of the car for her and followed the signs into the tour center. She was just in time for the tour of the farm.
Robin was aware of the eyes on her as she walked along. The slacks she had decided on did nothing to deny the fullness of her thighs, the roundness of her hips, or the perfection of her buttocks. The tour guide, a handsome young Mexican lad, couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her. His English was first rate.
The boy got the idea of the holding pens across. "The place where the cows waited to be courted," is the way he put it. Robin was beginning to feel a great deal of empathy for the cows as she noticed how restless they were, and how the thick, heat-mucus seeped from their puffy organs.
The bulls excited her even more. They were penned quite close to the cows and could smell them. The reason for this, the boy said, "Was to get them ready." Then, he explained, the handlers would take the semen from them for use in artificial insemination.
"How terribly cruel," Robin said, "and how do they take care of the cows?"
The boy looked at her and smiled beautifully. "I could take you on a real tour after five o'clock," he said hopefully. He got his answer in the woman's eyes.
Robin had a moment aside with the boy when the party returned to the tour center. "Is there a cantina in the village that I could go into without being out of place?"
The boy's eyes burned into her well-filled blouse before he answered. "There is nowhere you would not be out of place in the village," he said. "The cantina Del Reyes would be safe for you. My name is Pepe," he added as she smiled and turned to go.
It was just what she wanted, a dark, cool place to have a drink or two.
One of the girls left the bar as Robin seated herself at one of the tiny tables and took her order. An old man with a guitar perked up and put a little more guts into his playing. The drink came and, to her surprise, it was delicious.
The sun was lower than she had guessed as Robin left the cantina. She made a mental note to return later as she gunned the car up the dusty road to the ranch.
There were no cars in the parking area as she pulled in, but Pepe was leaning against the wall of the old bunkhouse. A look of relief crossed his face as he smiled at her, his dark features broad and strong.
"Come," he said eagerly, "they are going to breed Diablo, the prize bull of the ranchero." Robin followed him excitedly as he made his way toward the large barn. She could hear the commotion inside before they entered the large wooden structure, the curses of the men rising above the low, rutting grunts of the animals.
"Won't they mind my being here?" she asked.
"Not if we give them money," Pepe answered, looking at her purse.
"Here, give them this," she offered, pressing a wad of pesos into his hand. She watched as he approached the man in charge and passed some of the money to him. The man seemed more interested in her than the money, as Pepe motioned to her to join him.
Pepe helped her to the top of the tall, fence that contained the huge black bull. The animal was much larger than the fighting bulls, weighing almost a ton. Robin stared in awe at the huge, mean head and the massively muscled neck and shoulders as the animal pawed and snorted. Her excitement turning purely sensual, Robin gasped as she made out the red slime of his pointed, four-foot cock lying rigidly against his belly. The huge balls, large as grapefruit, almost drug the ground as the bull moved his hindquarters.
Two of the men went to the gate of the chute that joined the large bull pen and Robin could see the much smaller cow behind it. They slid the gate up and hit the cow with an electric prod, bringing her out of the chute with a frightened bawl that caused Robin to grasp Pepe's thigh. The gate crashed down behind the trembling animal and, though she was very much in heat, she was obviously terrified by the bellowing bull. Robin could see the steady stream of thick sperm drip from the wet bull cock as he trotted, stiff necked, to the trembling heffer, hitting her in the flank with his shoulder. The cow squeeled and went to her knees as the bull, moving rapidly wheeled and attempted to mount her. The heffer, bawling pitifully, scrambled to her feet and managed to avoid the determined bull for a couple of minutes, but then she found herself with the wrong end against the fence, with no room to wheel. Robin watched spell bound as one of the men leaped off the fence as the huge bull reared up on the heffer.
With the grace of a matador, he grasped the lance-like cock and placed it, leaping aside as the mighty animal bowed his powerful back and raised her rear end off the ground with his thrust. It was over in a second, the bull humping only tow or three times, jamming his cock full length into the bawling cow's cunt.
Robin's crotch felt on fire, and soaking wet as she turned to the boy. "Oh, Pepe," she said breathlessly, "where can we go?"
"Come," he said. Robin followed as he went quickly toward the back of the large barn and into an area where bales of hay were piled. Rounding a corner, Pepe led her through a narrow tunnel in the bales and she found herself in a room, small and adequate for the purpose. There was a great deal of loose hay on the floor, covered by an old blanket.
The boy wasted no more time than the bull. Pulling her to him roughly, his hands went to the small of her back, loosening the clasp and quickly slipping the zipper of her tight slacks. "I do you like the bull," he said hoarsly, pulling the tight slacks along with her briefs over her warm, rounded ass and hips until they bound at her knees. Just as quickly, he loosened his pants and stepped out of them.
Robin let him lower her to the blanket, let him handle the white flesh of her buttocks until her swollen cunt opened wide to him. She could feel his hard thighs against her hips as he pulled the hot tip of his cock up into her gaping split and, with a grunt of passion, ran if full into her.
She felt like he had rammed a hot broomstick into her as she made a noise like squeezing a handful of axle grease hard. She came with him after a few wild, deep thrusts, she was so terribly ready, but to her surprise he stayed with her, never breaking his rhythm, even as she felt his hot cum shoot into her.
Robin felt like a hobbled heffer, her tight slacks bunched at her knees. She couldn't get her thighs apart for the boy, but he was making the best of the situation, his flat, hard belly against her rounded buttocks as he drove his hard cock upward past the tightly pinched labia. Rocking with his short, hard thrusts, she bent forward and pushed the soft, hairy vulva back on his greasy root until she could feel the heat of his scrotum against the back of her tight thighs, the hard knot of his cock against her stiff cervix. The hands on her smooth round hips dug into her as the boy, so accustomed to the raw coupling of the animals, grunted and rammed. She could feel his pace quicken as the rod inside her thickened and swelled.
"Give it all to me," she demanded, feeling her insides start to churn in orgasm.
Robin was lying prone as Pepe's cock gave it's last dying twitch. She felt him drip on her as he pulled his prick out with a sucking noise and quickly got to his feet. He didn't even offer her his hand as he busied himself slipping on his trousers.
She felt the beginning of anger creep over her as she pulled her briefs and slacks up over her hips and stood up. The bad thing was that her anger was directed toward herself. The boy hadn't been the best fuck she had ever had, but she had pretty well asked for it. He hadn't smothered the fire in her, but he had helped keep it under control. She glanced around at the tiny house of hay, enjoying the tangy smell. She would have stayed with the boy and given him the lay of his life if he hadn't been in such a hurry.
She said very little to Pepe' on the way to her car, but he chatted continuously. She finally began to realize that he was not being rude to her, it was just his way. She fished into her bag and, bringing out a wad of bills, took his hand and pressed them into his palm. "Thanks, Pepe," she said. It was obvious he hadn't expected the gesture, though he didn't take it as an insult. Instead, he asked her to wait a moment and went into the tour center.
Robin had the engine running when he trotted back out and leaned into the window. Handing her a small brown envelope, he smiled. "This is a thing called 'Spanish Fly," he explained. "We give it to the animals sometimes to get them ready for the breeding. Sometimes, some of the guys give it to the girls. You must be very careful. Only as much as you could put on a needle would make your lover wild for you all night."
Robin, not wishing to hurt the boy's feelings, tossed the envelope into her bag, thanked him with a smile, and put the car in gear.
Robin felt good but raunchy as she stepped into her hotel room. Going to the phone, she called room service and asked for a martini, then began filling the tub for a long, hot soak. The drinks arrived as her bath was ready. She started to close the door, then, spontaneously, called the bellboy back.
"Where does one go on a night like this?" she asked. He was quick and intelligent, rattling off several of the more usual tourist attractions before she pulled him up short. "No, that's not what I mean. I've been told that in Mexico City one can see shows that are not found many places, can you tell me about them?"
The boy's eyes avoided hers for a moment, then sensing that she wanted a straight answer, he looked at her. "There is such a place, indeed, many such places and many prices to pay for their enjoyment. I think the price is not important to one such as you, however the conditions would seem to indicate the one place I will tell you of."
The boy, going to the table, explained to her on the hotel map of the city how to get where she wanted to go. It was still early for such things, he explained, and Robin was glad.
The show the boy had described seemed to be what she had always wanted to see, even before she became sexually liberated. There was a wide streak of voyeurism in her that the afternoon had released. She was beginning to realize that there was a streak of everything sexual in her. She wondered what it would be like to be able to take the four-foot bull cock. She could feel little twitches in her groin at the thought, and knew that if she pressed her thighs together tightly enough, she would get herself off.
The way the boy had described the place where the show was held, she knew that the spectators would be well-to-do and well dressed.. She could feel her level of excitement building.
The cab ride had taken longer than she had anticipated as the driver spoke to her and pointed off to their left. Robin could see lots of lights hidden behind thick foliage. The cab swung into a steep curve leading up to the private hacienda. Robin noticed several men who had to be private guards stationed along the lone entrance to the estate.
Large floodlights lit up the cresent-shaped driveway, revealing a profusion of large expensive automobiles.
A doorman opened the door for Robin as the cab came to a halt. She paid the driver and stepped out, giving the doorman a thigh to look at that he wouldn't soon forget. He wouldn't forget the back of the woman either, missing the next car as he stood ogling the skin-tight velvet stretched across the most sensual ass he had ever seen moving up the wide steps of the hacienda.
The gown she was wearing would have been ridiculous on a lot of women, but it was made for Robin. The sleek black velvet would have been a sheath except for the sash, so artistically placed, that the woman could control it at will. Robin had selected black briefs so sheer that the edges were invisible. Hardly more than a G-string, the panties kept her luxurious growth of pubic hair pulled tightly against the bulge of her pouting mons veneris, which was obvious enough in the dress.
She felt the tremendous excitement of being sexually had by every male eye within range and hated by every female as she approached the large wooden door hung on massive iron hinges. The door opened for her and she stepped inside.
Just inside the portico, she was greeted cordially by a handsome man in evening dress who spoke perfect English. The place had a definite international flavor to it. He was a glorified ticket seller. The price was two-hundred dollars, which she gave him. Once inside the ornate place, the guests were on their own. The man said the performance would start in half an hour, and he suggested a drink in the lounge.
The lounge was massively beamed with fine, polished wood everywhere she looked. Tasteful paintings adorned the walls where they were called for and the rich red carpet was ankle deep.
Strangely, there were no stools in front of the long, beautifully paneled bar. Well dressed and attractive couples leaned on it or stood against it, but there was no place to sit unless you chose a table. There was something friendly about standing next to someone as opposed to sitting. Perhaps that was the idea. In spite of the good crowd in the lounge, there was plenty of room, and Robin had the pleasant feeling that there would have been anyway as she crossed the room.
The martini was perfect and expensive. If everything else was as good, the trip would have been well worth the time and expense.
She was approached twice in the time it took to finish her drink. Both times her admirer was subtle and direct. She decided to remain alone, at least for a while.
A cultured voice announced the performance was to begin in ten minutes. Excitedly, Robin entered a high-ceilinged, circular room. In the center was a raised, circular stage about twenty feet across and lighted from above. The seats tiered in circles from the stage.
Robin found her seat in the third row back from the stage and felt her excitement growing madly as she lowered herself into the plush seat. She looked around and saw that the theater was filling with people as obviously excited as she was. The lights lowered, leaving only the raised dias illuminated.
As the lights lowered, music came up, a cultured voice riding above it. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to El Eros. We are proud to present a fresh new group of performers tonight. We sincerely hope our selection will appeal to you."
The music came up louder and Robin stared spellbound as the head of a man began to emerge from the center of the stage. She caught her breath quickly as she realized the man was sitting nude on a stool.
The man was Indian, his skin the color of old leather. He was large for an Indian and exceptionally well muscled. The size of his shoulders and neck reminded her of the bull she had watched that afternoon. His entire body had been covered with a heavy oil that gave him the appearance of a bronze statue as he sat motionless on the stool. Robin could hear gasps as the platform turned and she bit her lip gently as she waited anxiously to see how he was hung.
She wasn't disappointed. She could feel the heat along the inside of her crossed thighs as he looked right at her with the blackest eyes she had ever seen. His body seemed to be hairless except for his scalp, but it didn't detract in the least from his obvious manhood. The man's powerfully muscled thighs supported the weight of a cock that hung to his knees, the dark-looking glans barely extending past the huge lump of his scrotum.
He stood and moved the stool to the edge of the stage, his big tool flopping like a sausage. The center section dropped below the stage as the man stalked cat-like around the edge of the stage, flexing every muscle in his body very skillfully.
The lift came back to stage level carrying a young, fantastically build girl. Robin judged the girl to be no more than eighteen and of Spanish desent. She was at the absolute zenith of her nubility, her large, dark-nippled breasts were heavy and ripe. The broad spread of her pelvis emphasized the tiny waist and the large triangle of pubic hair. Robin glanced quickly at the man and saw that his genitals were beginning to respond.
The man stepped to the center of the stage and, spreading his legs slightly, placed his hands on his hips. The girl went to him and, kneeling, began to make love to him with her body. Hugging his sturdy legs and running her hands up to caress his tiny, hard buttocks, she began to rub her big nipples along his legs until they stood out on the firm mounds. Her mouth, sliding along the shiny skin of his thighs, soon worked up into his crotch and began to suck and mouth the huge goose eggs under his swelling cockshaft.
Robin, thinking of Todd's cock in her mouth, could recall the excitement she had felt and almost taste his dick. She could sense the slight restlessness in the audience, the rustling of hose as the women crossed or uncrossed their legs. It was a good bet that most of them had tasted cock too. She wondered what most of them would give right then to be between the virile Indian's legs. She could feel her nipples tightening against her gown, the flush in her thighs spread slowly up into her groin.
The Indian's cock stood out from his body in massive erection, lumped with thick veins and tipped by a wicked-looking glan the size of a small apple. The dusky skinned girl held it lovingly in her hand and began to expertly feather her breath as the platform rotated, then forgot all about her dissappointment as she watched the man's muscular buttocks bunch and relax. It was the first time she had ever been turned on by a man's ass.
By the time the platform had gotten back around, the girl had her mouth over the knob of his cock, working her head back and forth as she slowly let more of the thick shaft between her thick, red lips. He put his hands on her head and pulled his big, saliva-wet cock out of her mouth. The girl stood and moved with him to the edge of the stage as the platform went down. The platform reappeared carrying a padded table with a funny-looking dwarf perched on top, as naked as the day he was born. The twisted little man leaped off. Eagerly taking the girl by the hand, he led her to the center of the stage and helped her onto the padded table. The little man's hands were all over the girl's body as he positioned her so that her head hung off the far end and her feet fit into the stirrups at the near end. She looked as though she were on a delivery table as her raised, spread thighs opened her vulva until Robin could see the glistening tissues of her cunt. The dwarf stuck his amazingly long tongue out for the crowd to see, and eagerly nudged it into her wide-open slit. The girl's back arched as the dwarf began to eat her, her hips grinding her ample cunt into his face with totally uninhibited, animal noises. Her head wagged from side to side as her mouth hung slack in orgasm. The dwarf's stiff little pecker looked almost comical as he worked the girl over with passionate relish, using his practiced hands on her labia and in the crack of her ass.
Robin felt the dampness begin to spread in her crotch and crossed her damp thighs tighter.
The dark girl's wildly writhing body was having its effect on the big Indian as well as the crowd. His bloated cock was jerking as he stepped to the table and took the girls face in his hands, moving her head into a straight line with her throat.
The excited girl on the table was offering her open mouth to the giant cock as the dwarf, echoing her excitement, dug into her harder than ever.
It was over in a few seconds, but Robin sat rigidly upright as she watched the girl swallow his cock. The smooth muscles of her throat seemed to distend for a few seconds, his big balls almost smothering her, then he pulled out, shooting long strings of cum over her. The thick sperm clung to her dark skin like pearls as she reached back for him and took his oozing glans to her mouth, sucking the last of his load into her throat.
Applause rewarded the performers as the lift, still turning slowly, sunk beneath the stage.
The next act was made up of two young, almost boyish-looking girls doing a Lesbian bit. There would be an intermission following the next act, which featured a mature, well-muscled and admirably hung man and a slim little boy who had a remarkably hungry, practiced asshole for one of fourteen. She was ready for the intermission.
Robin followed some of the ladies into the powder room, admiring their taste and style. One of the women in particular had caught Robin's eye. She was very tall, almost regal in her poise and charm. Next to herself, Robin thought, she was the most exciting woman in the hacienda.
A quick check of her briefs revealed that she had
"sweat" more than she realized during the performance, but she took care of that little problem by folding a scented handkerchief into the crotch pad before pulling it back into place. The tall woman she had admired was talking with a group of ladies when Robin entered the area, but quickly excused herself in English and approached her. "How do you do?" she said, and offered her hand. Robin, liking the no-nonsense gesture and the woman, took the hand and introduced herself.
"I am Senora DeFrancisco and could not help but notice the beauty you bring to the hacienda. I also noticed, I believe, that you are alone, and would be most happy if you would do me the honor of having a cocktail with me and my husband."
Robin smiled her assent and the two stunning women walked side by side into the lobby.
She had asked Robin to call her Carmine and, as they approached the lounge, they were joined by her husband, a tall man in his early fifties. He accepted Robin with as much warmth as had his wife, taking her hand to his lips with style.
The attractive pair easily drew Robin into their chatter as they enjoyed their cocktails. The Don, it was revealed, owned and produced the show. Robin felt the sting of curiosity as she envisioned what their rooms upstairs must be like.
"We are having a few friends stay for a private party after the performance," Carmine said. "We would be most pleased if you could stay." Carmine touched her fingers lightly to Robin's wrist as she spoke, her sparkling eyes charged with a promise of excitement.
"I thought you'd never ask." Robin smiled at the couple and recognized genuine pleasure in their eyes.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Robin accompanied the DeFrancisco's to then-private seats. As though their entrance was a signal, the performance continued.
The platform produced a youngish woman who must have weighed two-hundred-fifty pounds. Her tits and asscheeks shook like brown jelly as she turned, surprisingly agile, for the audience to feast their eyes on her. Spreading her huge, fleshy thighs and bending over, she held the mountainous cheeks apart to reveal a purse-like cunt that looked as though it could contain the cock of a jackass.
Robin found herself holding her breath as the platform dropped, wondering how the act would be engineered. It ascended bearing the dwarf used in the earlier act, wearing a pair of large donkey ears and a tail. The crowd roared as the woman, kneeling on all fours, her huge jugs almost touching the stage, rotated her ass as the horny little dwarf lost his pecker in the mass of wet meat and hair, looking like a flea raping an elephant as he got it off somewhere in the folds of her cunt.
The comedy act was followed by one for the animal lovers in the crowd. A well-trained German shepherd made it with his mistress. Robin began to feel herself getting steamed up again as the girl, on all fours and talking softly to the animal, got him mounted on her. Then, reaching back, she slid the furry sheath along the long, slimy dog cock and placed the pointed tip against her asshole. The animal licked its lips and whined eagerly as she braced her hands on the stage and gave him the command. The dog's claws made scratching sounds on the stage as he humped into the girl's ass, his front paws locked tightly around her hips.
Robin could feel the excitement in the girls voice as she urged the animal as though he were a human lover. Her own excitement drenched her padded briefs as she watched the animal bring the girl to orgasm twice, his knife-like cock going full in her with, each animal thrust until his back stiffened, his cock shooting his dog cum into the girls ass. It was still running down her leg as she stood, the shepherd at her heels, patiently waiting for his next command.
Robin glanced at Carmine who turned to smile at her. She leaned over to Robin. 'The best is saved for the last," she said breathlessly, her fine pointed breasts rising sharply with each intake of breath.
The house lights dimmed and the music lowered to a whisper. The overhead lights went off, plunging the theater into pitch blackness for seconds that seemed like minutes, then came full on again.
Robin gasped as she viewed two muscular men, one on either side of a child who appeared to be about fifteen. Her body strained as she tried to free herself from the tight grips that held her. Despite her tender age, the girl's body had decided to become a woman. Her small, budding breasts were ripening fast and her hips and buttocks almost ready for childbearing. The short, jet black pubic hair started just above her tender mons and squeezed tightly into a thin point as it curled between her smooth thighs. Leaning toward Carmine, Robin said, "She's a virgin isn't she?"
"Yes," the woman replied, "but not for long." Robin's eyes lingered on the woman's face for a moment before returning to the stage.
As the lights came back up, the little girl was strapped to a table. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed as she saw the big Indian standing beside the table, his massive erection more formidable than before. He took his cock in hand and shook it at the crowd.
Robin felt Carmine's excited hand on her arm as she leaned over. "Have you ever seen such magnificent endowment? He's a pure exhibitionist, but beautiful."
Robin felt angry at herself as she followed the man's movements as though hypnotized. The Indian was pure animal, and repulsive to her in every way, yet the savage virility of his muscular body, especially his over-developed cock and huge, swollen-looking scrotum, made her feel like a panting whore. She felt herself creaming copiously, her aroused clitoris swelling tightly against the slick lubrication of her labia.
The big Indian, sensing the rising excitement of his audience, leaned against the table and laid his massive member across the breasts of the girl, massaging the mounds of brown flesh with his short, powerful fingers, pulling the small nipples rigid as the girl twisted against her bonds. As the stage revolved, Robin could see that she was anchored to the table at only four points, her wrists and her ankles. She was using every inch of slack as her face, a mask of horror, turned away from the Indian. Taking one of her breasts in his hand, he moved his deep red glans roughly against it, drawing gasps from the audience as he pinched her nipple and inserted it in the piss hole of his cock.
Tiring of her breasts, he moved slowly down the girl's body as her head strained to watch him. She pleaded with him. He had her thighs pulled tightly together as he reached the end of the table. Robin jerked upright in her seat as he quickly slapped the girl's round bottom, the sound, meaty and solid. The girl cried out and jerked on the table, her thighs pulling apart. Too late, she realized her mistake as the man placed his hands on her knees and pulled her even wider. The muscles under the smooth brown skin of her inner thighs stood out, casting sexy shadows up toward her spread vulva as she strained to get her legs closed. Her struggles lasted only a few seconds and were futile, her muscles going slack as she tired.
The Indian, wasting no time, ran his hands into her crotch, brutally pulling the hairy labia apart to reveal her tight, coral split. The girl arched her back and tried to close her thighs again as he roughly thrust his finger into her, screwing it around until it sank in to the knuckle. Robin gasped, almost feeling sick, as he removed the finger, red and dripping with the girl's proof of virginity.
His cock glued itself to his belly, the big swollen ridge underneath as large as an average man's prick. Spitting into his hand, he smeared the saliva over the throbbing knob. Moving quickly between the girl's legs, he placed his knob as she arched her back and cried out in pure terror. Robin heard the rustle of silk and watched fascinated at the movement of Carmine's full thighs against one another, her eyes riveted to the stage.
The man bunched his ass muscles and hooked his cock into the girl's tight cunt like a bull hooking at a matador. The girl didn't scream, she bawled, sending her pain through the theater like a bolt of lightning. Her cries continued as the Indian, lust driven, jerked his pelvis, driving his horsecock steadily into the tight heat of the girl's vagina. His thrusts were becoming longer and faster as he neared his goal. The girl's cries ceased, her head moving loosely like a ball on a spring. The crotch of the girl had turned pink and Robin could see the bright red on the thick shaft as it slid in and out of the torn pussy. All that could be seen of the girl's cunt as he jerked the potato sized balls against her, was a tight rim of black hair and a tighter rim of ruby lip stretched over a bulging shaft of muscle.
Robin had been hearing the subtle sound of zippers being eased open in the dark for some minutes, and she could smell the odor of sex. She glanced at the Don, sitting next to her, his hand gently stroking his crotch, then at Carmine whose breath was coming hard. The lovely woman was gently rocking her thighs together, massaging her hot clit.
The man on the stage roared like a bull, his big nutsack resting on the table against the girl's blood-spattered ass. His glans, jammed somewhere deep inside the girl, opened its mouth and spurted the contents of his throbbing nuts into her for a full ten seconds, then backed off, pulling out of the soggy mess he had made of the girl's cunt. He leaned against the table as the platform began to sink into the floor, his semi-hard cock ringed with the girl's dried blood.
Robin turned to the woman beside her. "What will happen to her?" she asked.
The flushed face of the woman was beginning to rearrange itself from the sensual fixation that had been on it earlier. "Oh, she will be fine. Our doctor will look her over. We will, of course, care for her. When she is ready, she will go home with a much fatter dowry than she would ever have accumulated otherwise, happy in time with the knowledge that she had the pleasure of such a man."
Robin had her own thoughts about the woman's comments, but kept them to herself as she followed them into the aisle. Then Don took her arm and asked that she excuse him for a while as he bid good night to his guests. "Carmine will give you the tour."
The excitement Robin had felt at the climax of the last act had dropped to a more manageable level, but as she walked into the lobby abreast of the stunning Carmine, she could feel the eyes of the men on her and responded more sensually than she would have a couple of weeks ago. She let her finely contoured breasts jut temptingly, and the slit in her sheath swing open to reveal the satin smoothness of her thigh as she walked.
Carmine proudly guided her up the broad spiral staircase to the upper level overlooking the lobby.
She would have been intimidated by the splendor of the room had she not been Robin. Instead, she admired and accepted it, turning her eyes to its occupants. Carmine noted this immediately and admired the lovely woman even more than she had decided to.
Carmine stayed with her, sweeping the room graciously, introducing Robin to each guest. They were almost all paired off and all very handsome, though not all young. There were a few introduced singly, and they were all young. Carmine completed the introductions and left Robin with one of the young men, instructing him to take care of her and get her a drink. He filled her glass and smiled as she tasted.
"I must caution you," he advised, his eyes twinkling, "it has more-how you say, kick than the tongue would lead you to believe."
Robin raised her brows approvingly as the fruity liquid warmed her throat. "I've been kicked before," she said, looking full into his eyes, "by worse tasting things than this." She had to smile to take the seriousness off the boy's face.
A few more people came into the room as Robin moved about, and were quickly greeted by Senora DeFrancisco. She took special note of these because she had sized up the rest of the people in the room, and though they were more than ordinarily attractive, she hadn't felt a bit of excitement at meeting any of them. She noticed Don DeFrancisco enter the room with a group of men. She couldn't help but admire the poise of the distinguished looking man as he escorted his guests to the bar.
Then she saw him. Her hand trembled and she spilled punch on the carpet before she brought herself under control.
She saw Carmine approaching as she followed the group of men with her stare. He was unmistakably American, and, though shorter than the other men, commanded the eye with his thick blondish shoulder-length hair and the broad-shouldered taper of his compact body. The other men, seemed to listen whenever the young man spoke, which didn't seem too often. Carmine was at her elbow to introduce her to the newcomers.
"Who is the American?" Robin asked.
"You noticed," Carmine said. 'That is James Hunter, a most interesting young man." Taking Robin by the arm, she said, "Come, let me introduce you."
Despite herself, Robin got a schoolgirl feeling in the pit of her stomach as she confronted the level-eyed boy.
He was smiling when she turned her gaze to him, so she did the most natural thing in the world and passed her empty glass to him.
In spite of her first reaction to him, she found that he was the easiest person in the world to talk to. He moved her effortlessly, almost without her awareness, to a more secluded area of the large ballroom as the tempo of the party picked up considerably. She bathed in the warmth of his frankly admiring eyes, strangely docile as he undressed her visually.
"You're the most sensual creature I've ever seen," he said. "For some ridiculous reason I don't like the idea of your being here. I don't know what you've been told, but in a couple of hours this's going to be the most low-down orgy you ever saw."
For the first time since seeing the boy, Robin's personality asserted itself. "How do you know that's not what I came for? Don't get any ideas about my ability to take care of myself, I'm not the little virgin you saw in the performance tonight, Jim. To be perfectly honest, I expect to get as much as I give wherever I am."
"Well put, Robin, but save a dance for me," Jim said and turned on his heel and rejoined the party.
Many of the couples were already occupying one or the other of the many rooms along the arcade, Robin discovered, having keys of their own to their particular room. "Jesus," she said, "a super motel."
"More than that, Senorita," her escort of the moment said. "The management also provides many pleasures for those who do not bring their own."
"What sort of pleasures?" Robin asked. She tolerated the man's hand on her hip in order to hear him out.
"Why, the performers, of course," he said. "You know, the animals."
She moved her hip from under his hand, tossed him a short smile and moved away. Robin was beginning to wish she had been a little more civil with Jim Hunter as she shot frequent glances at him across the room. He was the most exciting male in the room, and she would like to-have gotten to know more about him.
It was obvious to her that Carmine had found the same interest. The tall, sensual woman was making a point of spending more time at his elbow than was required of her as hostess. With the intuition that women seem to be born with, Robin could sense the physical attraction that the Don's exotic wife felt for the boy. The restlessness of her hips and the unconscious way she shrugged her shoulders to let her large breasts show themselves were dead giveaways. She wondered if the boy was aware of the woman's subtle invitation, and immediately cursed herself for even caring.
The level of activity in the ballroom was increasing as the combination of time and liquor worked its magic. The lights had been lowered so deftly that she hadn't even been aware of it. The Don was running some video tapes in one of the rooms adjoining the ballroom. He had edged over to the door and looked in at the large screen in the smoke-filled room. It was replays of earlier performances, she could tell, and wondered if the Don had some commercial venture going along those lines. The room contained several women, one who was enjoying the attentions of two men as she sat on a large leather couch. She appeared to Robin to be a little in her cups, as were the men. She was oblivious to the screen as one of the men kissed her continuously, the other jammed tight against her, stroking her hip and exposed thigh. Robin wondered which of the men would get into her first and, feeling wonderfully high, turned and headed back to the punch bowl.
As she crossed the room, Robin noticed Carmine becoming toward her and, altering her course, she strolled over.
"Dear, Robin," the woman greeted her, "why are you walking about alone? Don't you know that any man here would give his favorite polo pony to be with you?"
"I wouldn't want to be part of a horse trade," Robin said half seriously, "besides, I don't think the only really interesting man here has one."
Carmine eyed her coolly, her face showing the challenge of competition and a great deal of amusement. "You are quite right, but if you aren't aware of it, he is acutely responsive to your charms."
"Lets go where we can talk," Robin said.
Carmine led her through a large door. They were in the master living quarters, spacious and even more sumptuously appointed than the rest of the hacienda.
"Sit down," she commanded the distraught woman. Robin found the brandy and poured a stout glass. Carmine took it gratefully and, when she had downed it, Robin took the glass back and refilled it, pouring one for herself this time.
She sat next to the exotic woman and waited. She knew that Carmine would talk when she was ready. She felt like the old Robin, having the transition from carefree, half-looped libertine to responsible, problem-solving Robin.
"I'm sorry I've spoiled your evening," Carmine said, dabbing at her eyes with a small handkerchief. "I don't usually do this sort of thing. I suppose it was because of you-please, let me explain." She hesitated a moment, draining the brandy and organizing her thoughts before she continued. "You see, it's not often that one of your sensual beauty comes to the hacienda. I have long ago lost interest in the thing that keeps those such as you and I young beyond our youth. You understand, I know, that we need the competition in seeking the attentions of the males. The attention, for me must end before it has gone too far in spite of the surroundings I am in.
"Isn't it ironic that one such as the Don, involved in making his fortune, should be so jealous? Oh, I love him, have loved him since I was a girl of fourteen when he came to my father and arranged for my hand at the age of twenty-three. It was his money that sent me to the school in Switzerland and then in your country. I have been faithful to him, beautiful and sensual for him and his friends, but faithful. And he has kept me happy. He-kept me happy," she corrected herself. Her color had returned to normal and the sparkle was back in her eye.
"He was a most sensual and versatile lover, Robin. He kept me completely happy, indeed, made me a very sensual person as well.
"But for almost two months, he has not been. very good. He has not been very interested, I think.
Then a month ago he got the man you saw tonight on the stage."
"The Indian, you mean?" Robin said.
"Yes, the Indian with the body of a God and the soul of a beast. I have sat and watched him deflower virgins three nights a week since then, and each time it's me." She rose gracefully in spite of the brandy she had taken and walked to the bar, her wide, womanly hips moving more naturally than Robin had noticed before. She felt a strange excitement gripping her as the woman bared her soul.
"In spite of the turmoil in my body," Carmine confessed, "I have been able to put it aside, distract it, but tonight I wanted to be in the girl's place so badly I-I had the orgasm." In spite of her breeding and sophistication, the woman's color rose in her cheeks. Warm tears were starting to dribble down her smooth cheeks again.
"Robin," she pleaded pitifully, "what am I going to do?"
Compassion welled up in Robin, all thoughts she had begun to have, partly out of bitchiness, were forgotten. "Have you considered just having an affair?" she asked.
"Of course," Carmine sputtered, "but it is impossible. And, even if it were possible, I think I must have the Indian. I haven't told this to many, Robin, but I am mostly Indian myself. Perhaps there is some unwritten bond. More likely," she added, "a masochistic fantasy whose time has come."
Robin stared at her and tried to envision her in the arms of the heavy-hung savage. Jesus, she realized, it could happen. Perhaps it was the thing she needed just now to get her head on straight, or leave the Don, or something. It's certain, Robin thought, she can't go on like this. A plan began to form in her mind, laying itself out almost effortlessly. Opening her small purse, she quickly looked inside. There on top was the small brown envelope that Pepe had given her.
She walked over to Carmine, filled their glasses again and lifted hers to Carmine, who looked at her questioningly. "I'm glad you talked with me, Carmine," she said softly. "I may never be welcome in this house again, but I'm going to help cure you or ruin you." The excitement she saw in the woman's eyes was catching.
Robin got the program from Carmine quickly and it all began to fall into place. At midnight, the orgy, for those who wished to participate, would begin. The lights would be turned off, candles lit, a toast drunk, and the fun would begin in earnest. A glance at the clock on the wall told Robin she had fifteen minutes to work her plan.
The women reentered the ballroom. The activity, in preparation for the main event, had picked up to fever pitch. Robin left Carmine and searched for Jim Hunter. All personal feelings were forgotten as she let her eyes dart around the room. She needed him for her plan and had no doubts that he would help her. Her heart leaped as she saw him.
"Do you know what happens in-?"
Robin cut him off quickly, taking the surprised boy by the arm and hustling him to the back of the room where the guests were less likely to overhear her. "Just listen a minute, please," she said, her heart in her throat as she spoke quickly and anxiously. When she had finished, her eyes almost begging his assistance, she saw his face change expression from astonishment to excitement.
"You are incredible," he said. "And I was worried about you."
"The Don looked different to Robin as he rang a little silver bell to get the crowd's attention. "The waiters are among you now with masks," he began. "Use them if you like."
Robin listened, her thoughts on Jim, lounging near the punch bowl. She hadn't seen him empty the envelope into the bowl, but assumed he had from the way he was stirring the mixture, trying to scoop a piece of the fruit into his glass.
The waiters were loading trays with glasses for the toast. Jim worked his way to her side as the Don raised his glass, the signal for the toast. Carmine was standing next to the Don and Robin hoped she remembered to get rid of the punch the same as Jim and she would do. The glasses raised and, as she dumped hers, she saw Carmine turn her glass up and drink.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Robin had a moment of misgiving as she remembered what Pepe had told her about the dosage of the Spanish Fly. The bowl had just been refilled in preparation for the toast. She hoped Jim had stirred it well. She had no idea how long the effect would take to be felt. That Carmine had taken some made that seem terribly important. She could blow the whole thing.
The Don, Carmine had told her, did not join in the orgy, but usually got his kicks by cruising around and, until lately, getting horny enough to join Carmen in the boudoir. She wondered what he would do tonight.
The lights dropped low. The large room took on a warm, intimate glow in the soft light. She turned to glance at Jim who looked like the Lone Ranger, smiling beneath his mask. Robin pulled a sequined mask over her eyes, feeling her long lashes tickle as they brushed it.
As she slipped the mask on, she felt herself being hugged by Jim. His mouth was next to her ear as he whispered. "We've got to make this look good." She felt his hand go firmly to the small of her back, creating a small puddle of warmth there as he leaned down and kissed her. His mouth was warm and sweet, smelling of the fruity punch, as he rubbed his lips against hers until she opened them slightly for the tip of his tongue. She felt the excitement of the boy in her toes as he moved her against him until she could feel his rock hard thighs firmly against hers. She could feel herself going with him as he kissed her more passionately. "Hey!" she said, breathlessly, pulling her mouth away desperately. "We-we've got to stay cool." Her nipples felt like doorknobs as they rested against the ridged muscle of Jim's chest.
Looking over his shoulder, she could see that most of the guests were either nude or getting that way fast. She made out the woman she had seen with the two men in the video room earlier. The woman was barely ambulatory now, her arms like those of a rag doll as her two companions, in slightly better condition, had her all but stripped. Her big, brown-tipped tits juggled like jelly as they worked at her panties.
"Us too," Jim said softly, and she felt his hand on the clasp at the back of her tight gown. It felt unreal to Robin. She felt, as the boy undressed her, that it was the first time, yet all about them clothing was hitting the floor like rain. Robin held her arms at her sides as Jim practically had to peel the tight velvet from her warm breasts. His breath caught in his throat when he saw them, his hands reverently toughing them before sliding the gown over her hips. His hands were driving her wild, and she clasped his wrists gently. "I'll take it from here," she whispered huskily.
Jim undressed casually, his tanned skin as muscle packed as the tailored tux had hinted, only infinitely more interesting. He discarded his shorts and Robin found herself staring at the second largest cock she had ever seen. Slightly smaller than the Indian's, the difference was far greater. This was the organ of a man. The other, an animal. The other one excited her, this one compelled her. She felt her knees go weak as he moved against her and knew she would let him have her then if he wished.
His head bent to her, just as a woman screamed.
Robin jerked back as Jim went rigid. All hell broke loose at once. There was a loud crash from the bar, a ring of nude bodies there, and the woman's scream again. Edging toward the bar, peering over heads, Robin and Jim stopped short. Most of the guests were only momentarily distracted by the outburst, already submitting to their own lust, as the woman on all fours cried out in wild, hysterical passion. She seemed oblivious to the glass from the punchbowl or the slippery slices of fruit that lay about her as the Don, as nude as she was, steered her wide ass back and forth on his tool. Fucking her up the ass with no mercy and no indication of slacking off, there was no doubt that the stuff in the punchbowl was working.
Grabbing his shirt in which he had carefully placed Robin's gown and his trousers, Jim took her hand and left at a run. Robin went to the bedroom door, looked in and turned excitedly to Jim. "She's not here."
Quickly Jim tried two more doors, finding them empty as well. One of the rooms had a narrow stairway down, fire exit. They bolted for it at the same time, Jim letting Robin take the stairway first.
The plan had been to start the action in the ballroom, get the Indian up the stairway they were now going down, and into the room. There, Carmine and the big Indian would be alone while Jim and Robin held forth in the anteroom, a cover for Carmine in the event the Don came charging in. God knows what she's done with all that brandy and the punch, Robin thought.
"Third on the right," Jim said. Most of the rooms here were empty, according to Carmine. Only a handful of the performers were kept long enough to be quartered.
The door gave to Robin's pressure and they shut themselves in a small, dark room. Moans were coming from the next room and through the adjoining door. The heavy creaking of a bed along with the passionate whimpering drew a quick glance from each other.
"Carmine?" Robin called softly.
No answer. Just the fucking sounds.
"Carmine!" louder this time. "It's Robin."
Still just the sounds as the pair listened. The sounds rising, the bed squeaking faster. A woman in deep orgasm.
Almost reluctantly, they moved to the source of sound and pale candlelight.
Robin froze, feeling Jim mutter under his breath. "GOOD GOD!"
Senora DeFrancisco, her full body more lovely than Robin had imagined, was firmly astride the Indian. The arch of her back as the orgasm subsided, reversed itself quickly as she bowed back over his massive chest, her hard-nippled breasts dragging against the dark oiled skin. The panting and moaning resumed as her long silken thighs clamped against his sides, her deep-cheeked ass moving as she rammed her straining, red-lipped cunt down over the full length of the Indian's cunt-wet cock. She felt Jim's arm go protectively around her and closed her eyes.
The Indian's head lay back at a grotesque angle, off the small bed. The wicked-looking butcher knife that had almost severed his head still in Carmine's demented hand.
Robin fainted as Jim scooped her up into his arms. He found a door off the deserted lower corridor and, kicking it open, stepped out.
She remembered very little of the flight down the hill. A brief flash of being helped into her gown, then standing barefoot in the cool morning light as dawn broke. She must have been in shock, she realized as she sat up and looked around her.
The light coming through the window sent nausea through her. She closed her eyes tightly and turned to the wall, opening them slowly and carefully. The adobe was washed clean, glaring white and spider webbed with gray where it had begun to flake. The blanket that covered her was rough and secure feeling as she turned back to view the rest of the room. The light was coming through the window at a low angle. It must be late afternoon, she thought. The floor was adobe like everything else, clean swept and unpainted.
Robin recalled another room, and the flowing red blood from the gash in the man's throat.
She screamed!
She was still screaming when Jim, shaking her violently, opened his hand and cuffed her across the mouth. Her head snapped back, the taste of dust in her mouth, her eyes smothered in thick, fuzzy things. Then opening to see the boy. His arms tightly around her as he sat on the bed holding her and letting her emotions run out.
The whole horrible thing had surfaced in Robin's mind in those few seconds. Jim's warm, consoling hand on her back calmed her, reassuring her that this was tomorrow.
She hugged him with all her strength, feeling the bare flesh of her full breasts hard against him.
"It's all right, baby, everything's all right," he consoled her. "I'll tell you all that happened when you feel a little more up to it. You okay now?" His heart went out to her as the spunky girl tossed the short blonde hair out of her eyes. The drying teardrops glistening on her smooth cheeks looked like raindrops. Her lovely eyes, beginning to focus and turn warmly soft, told him as much as the nod of her head. Jim brushed his lips against the warmth of her mouth and felt her arms tighten around his neck, the pressure of her hard nipples making his head spin.
She clutched at him as he broke the kiss, her eyes questioning, needing him. He tossed her an old robe. "It ain't much, but it's me," he said. "You put this on and come into my den. I'll fix you something that'll put hair on your chest." His eyes lingered on that part of her bare anatomy that needed hair about as much as the bearings in a fine watch.
The robe, almost dragging the floor and wrapped around her twice, gave Robin the appearance of a monk as she paddled into the room where Jim was. The beat-up old shirt he was wearing pasted itself to his muscular torso as he moved, emphasizing the fine spread of shoulders and small waist. He was almost hipless, his tight jeans held up by his muscular thighs and sensual buttocks. Funny how she was starting to get turned on by such things.
Her brow wrinkled as the thought of the other pair of buttocks that had made her conscious of them-the Indians.
She had responded to the Indian's animal magnetism much the same as Carmine had during the performance, her vital young womanhood challenged and stirred deeply by the raw phallic symbolism and bathing in the rich glow of fantasy as he performed his savage rite on the young virgin. The difference between Robin and Carmine was in knowing where fantasy left off, in using it properly and staying in control of it.
"Tell me what happened, Jim," she asked softly.
He went to a table and picked up a newspaper and held it for her to see. Robin couldn't read the headlines but the page was half covered with a picture of the Hacienda. Below were smaller pictures of the Don and his wife taken at a recent social gathering. The Hacienda was distorted by thick black smoke pouring from every window as fire-fighting equipment covered the driveway.
She looked, shocked, into Jim's eyes. He pulled a small stool over with his toe and sat in front of her, his knee brushing hers, and told her the story.
It was almost correct as the paper described it. Of course, no mention was made of the nature of the goings on in the showplace. Too many powerful political people were involved for that. It was just another social gathering and a fire started in the servant's quarters. All of the guests fortunately escaped, but the Don's body was found, his hands seared to what was left of his once beautiful wife. One of the servants, an Indian handyman, was found burned to death in his bed along with his wife.
"And that's that," Jim concluded. "That's the end of it."
Robin let her eyes play around the room. She rose and went to the wall lined with the books. Heavy stuff, mostly physics, but sprinkled with all sorts of interesting things that would appeal to a man.
"You are quite well read," she said. "Who are you, Jim Hunter?"
"I'm the millionaire son of that noted tycoon, H. G. Paul," he said.
"No, damn it." Robin stomped her bare foot on the tile floor, wishing she had chosen some other way to express her frustration. "Tell me!" She limped over to him and looked up at him. "How am I ever going to know you if you don't tell me?"
Jim felt the strong stirring in his loins. "Does it matter?" he asked. His eyes probed hers as they turned smoky and warm.
"Not in the way you might think," she said, "because I've already made up my mind. Because I have, I want to know more."
"You talk too much," he said as his lips brushed hers.
"Ummmm," she moaned, coming warmly and softly against him. Her mouth nibbled at his Up. "You can tell me later."
His lips started little fires that seemed to burn at a low level in her body. His tongue tasted rich and exciting in her mouth as she caressed it with her own. Her back arched as he pressed his mouth hungrily against her, her arms firmly locked around his neck. The loose robe opened to his gently hands and Robin felt the roughness of his clothing against her hot, silken skin as his hands ran gently over the quivering mounds of her straining buttocks. The fire, raging out of control, shot up the front to her thighs where they pressed against him, funneling into her damp vagina. She nudged her belly tight against him, moving her thighs sweetly apart to plant her soft, wet heat against the huge hard bulge of his cock only to find more heat there.
"Oh, God!" she sighed into his mouth as his hands turned her ass to loving submission, working the firm cheeks apart to fondle and tease the length of her deep, warm cleft. The soft pad of his finger of the tight button of her anus sent streaks of crimson fire into her bowels as she went up on her toes, moaning wildly and making him feel her hot wetness through the material of his jeans.
The hand on her ass shifted and Robin felt herself being lifted into Jim's arms. She relaxed as he scooped her soft, yielding body against his broad chest, placing her on the bed.
The course blanket under her amplified the heat of her skin as she felt his weight on the bed. She reached for him, her eyes feasting on the smooth, clean-lined perfection of his young body, the long ivory, ruby-tipped cock. She wanted, needed his body over her and pulled him down on her. Her quivering thighs, open and touching the hard hips as his tongue slipped deeply and excitingly into her wide open moving mouth. Lost in her need to have his cock inside her, she moved under him, running her hands between them. She felt him relax a moment, moving his weight off her belly as she found his massive, enflamed cock. Spreading her sticky split, she stared down her belly excitedly as the big ruby jewel slipped tightly into her steaming gash. The heat of his dick in her cunt traveled up her spine like an electric shock.
"Oh, fuck me!" she demanded and, grabbing him around the back, raised her ass from the bed to take his full thrust. The flood of heat and pain as his rock-like dick crashed into her snatch exploded behind her eyeballs. "Oh, cum!" she begged, feeling his wonderful body on her and in her at the same time. She smiled beautifully, feeling his violent thrusts, the intense ballooning turning her insides to jelly then, in a flash of crimson, the hot pressure of his cum paling all other sensation into insignificance.
Robin lay beneath him, stroking his blond hair as the sunlight cast it's last long rays across the floor of the hut. She had kept his dick in her when he had finished draining his long load into her, not wanting to spill a drop. She had moved her beautiful thighs together under him, holding his long but flaccid cock to soak in the hot wetness. She had never felt anything like it and knew it was the thing called love. She had never felt so fulfilled, and yet so eager for his touch. The slightest movement, the beat of his heart, the deep rise and fall of his chest as he breathed against her breast, shot through her, keeping the sensual fires at alert.
He moved his head, pulling his lips tantalizingly along her cheek to the corner of her lush mouth. She relaxed and let the tip of his tongue tease there a moment before she opened her lips and sucked it in. She could feel his strong body shudder on her and begin to move. Moving her fingertips down his broad back to the compact muscles of his buttocks, she let her full, damp thighs open, feeling his prick start to swell against the walls of her vagina.
The most beautiful feeling of nourishing his budding flower took hold of Robin. It seemed the most important thing in the world to cunt-milk the lovely prick to it's full potential. She rocked her lovely softness with him, sensitive to his every need. Squeezing the muscles of her pussy gently against the stiffening thickness of his shaft, feeling the hard, broad ridge of his glans as she opened to it. Her job done as he moved on her, thrusting his muscular thighs between hers.
"Oh, yes," she said into his ear. It can be beautiful when it's right, she thought. She kept her eyes open as she moved with him, letting him fuck her into tomorrow, and tomorrow, and--
