Nineteen-year-old Robin Cane has an unholy lust for little boys. The petite, black-haired schoolteacher is in the perfect position to indulge her carnal desires if she wishes. She doesn't like what she is, but the unhappy girl can't help it. Then she meets Bob. Can he help her to enjoy adult, mature sex? Or will she finally succumb to the degrading debauchery with her own family? Hopefully, Robin's love for her father and brother will not destroy her future happiness.
CHAPTER ONE
Robin Cane stood on the third step of the fire escape, staring down through the slit of the partially opened window at the boy standing before the urinal, his small, soft cock held in the fingers of his right hand to direct his stream of urine into the bowl. A quick glance at the parking lot below assured her that all the other teachers had left, and no one was in sight. Setting her briefcase on the step, she sat down and leaned closer, her tongue laving her lips as she peered intently at the choice little morsel of pale-white cockflesh. Robin could see only his blue jeans and the yellow T-shirt, but she could visualize the thin, tanned face and the curly blond hair of the shy twelve-year-old boy, Clarence Riggs, one of three boys whom she had noticed particularly in her first class at Roosevelt Junior High. She had a "thing" about shy little boys, a "thing" that had more than once put her in bad trouble.
Robin knew that she should turn away from this tempting sight and flee, but she could not move. Her hand cupped her small breast as she noted the boy's fingers manipulate his soft cockflesh in a slow, teasing rhythm. His cock began to swell, the pink glans forcing its way past the bunched foreskin to emerge as a satiny bulb that made her mouth water. 'He's not circumcised,' she thought gleefully. 'How Id love to eat him up!' The iron bars of the stair-tread bit into the tender flesh of her buttocks. Spreading her legs and shifting her weight, she slid her hand between her thighs and massaged her nylon-clad pussy in rhythm with the boy's strokes. His hand was full of cock now, hard and swollen, and angling up as he leaned back to beat it with short, savage strokes. Robin's tits ached with swirling delight and her belly and loins surged with the rising tide of rapturous orgasm as she pounded her throbbing clitoris. Hungrily, she watched his cock spurt its wasted ejaculation into the urinal while her own cum burst in a flood of joyous relief in the constricting band of her nylon panties.
Robin mounted the fire escape and hurried along the second floor corridor, then slowly descended the stairway to the front entrance. Standing in the doorway, Robin glanced back to see Clarence emerge from the boys' toilet and start for the front entrance. She turned her back to stare out into the brilliant midday sunshine, tossing her long black hair over her shoulders.
"Hello!" Clarence said. "Sure is hot!"
"You startled me," Robin replied, facing him. "I thought everybody had gone." Her blue eyes lighted with friendliness. "Why, Clarence Riggs! You must like school. How come you're still here?"
"I... I... " His soft gray eyes settled for an instant on Robin's breasts, then slid away. "I'm going to meet Skinny Wills and the boys at the swimmin' hole, Miss... "
"Cane," Robin said, "Robin Cane. That's the first thing you should learn, Clarence, if you're going to get along with your new teacher. Come on, and I'll give you a lift."
"It ain't far, thanks, Miss Cane." Clarence blushed and started to walk away.
"Wait! I know where the swimming hole is, Clarence, and it's near my home. Here, take my briefcase. My car's parked around in back." As Clarence joined her with reluctance, Robin cast a furtive glance at him. He was a handsome boy, with tanned arms and face, and a rhythmic graceful stride.
"I never heard the name before, Robin, I mean." He glanced at her petite, well-formed figure and her slender legs. "But it sure fits." His face lighted with a shy smile. "You're kinda like a... small bird."
"Thanks, Clarence, that's real nice of you. What do your friends call you?"
"Bud," he replied, "I hate the name Clarence."
"May I call you Bud?"
"I wish you would."
"Here we are, Bud," Robin said as they rounded the corner.
Bud stopped short, staring at the pale-blue car parked near the foot of the fire escape. "This new Pinto yours?"
"Yes, Bud." She opened the door for him. "Ever ridden in one?"
"No." He slid into the bucket seat, inhaling the scent of the upholstery. "Gees! It's... really something!"
Robin slammed the door, and walked slowly around the car, her mind busy with a plan of seduction. She would have to be careful. Some of these shy boys were self-righteous little rascals who could be troublesome. She settled into the driver's seat, and took the keys from her purse. Looking up at the fire escape, she chuckled.
"I almost came down that thing, Bud. I thought I would avoid walking in the sun."
She put the key in the ignition, then turned to stare directly at him.
"Good thing I didn't. I was afraid someone would see me and think I was peeking into the little boys' room."
She watched the color flame in his face, then turned the key. Letting the motor idle for a few moments, she noted the sweat beaded on his forehead, and the perspiration drip from his chin. In a fantasy of delight, she imagined her tongue licking his navel, savoring the doughy taste of his young belly flesh, sensing the subtle change in odor as her nose moved into his thin patch of pubic hair and nuzzled the moist skin of his inner thighs where his balls nestled.
"I told Skinny I'd... "
"Right, Bud! I always let the motor warm up before I drive. Sure is a lovely day to swim. Would you mind if I... " She put the car in gear and backed away from the wall.
"If you joined us, you mean?" Bud asked, an incredulous look on his face. "We swim in the nude!"
Robin laughed. "Now that would hardly be right for a young teacher to do the first day she started teaching, would it?" She said nothing more until she drove out of the parking lot onto the street. "I started to ask if you'd mind if I stopped at my house for a minute, Bud."
"Oh! No, not if you don't take long."
"I'd like a Coke. I'm dying of thirst. How about you, Bud?"
"Yeah, sure! I can't stay... Skinny'll... "
"That's our house on the next corner. I'll have you at the old swimming hole quicker than if you'd walked, Bud." Robin turned into the driveway, and shut off the motor.
"I'll wait here," Bud said.
"Silly! Come in. Nobody's going to bite you." Robin swung her door open, and put her left foot on the concrete, exposing most of her thigh. Bud glanced at her leg, blushed, then turned his gaze away. He made no move to open his door. "Buddy! Come on. Bring my briefcase." She got out and slammed her door.
"Suppose... " Bud opened his door and stood looking at her over the top of the car. "... your husband... " Robin roared. "You think all teachers are married? I live here with my mom and dad... and a young brother." She was about to add that they were not at home, but she choked the words off. Bud followed her into the spacious home, gaping at the large entrance hall and the well-furnished living room.
"Gees!" he whispered in awe, "you got a nice place."
"I'll show you the rest of the house," Robin said, taking his arm. "Mom and dad left yesterday afternoon to drive Tommy to boarding school. They're going up to San Francisco for a couple of weeks, so I'm all alone, Bud." He twisted his arm to get away from her, his eyes widening with apprehension. "My bedroom's at the front of this hallway." Robin put a hand lightly on his hip, urging him forward.
"Yeah!" he muttered, jumping as if she had touched him with an electric prod.
Robin shivered with excitement, reaching out her hand to caress his slim buttocks but stepped back quickly lest she frighten him off. "Drop my briefcase on the floor, Bud," she said, staying a few feet from him. "This is my brother's room." Robin paused for a moment, gesturing into the next room.
"His name is Tommy? How old is he, Miss Cane?"
"Fourteen." Robin looked into the boy's thin, tanned face, trying to conceal the tremulous excitement sweeping through her. "You remind me of him, Bud. I'm very fond of my brother."
"Yeah, I bet!" he said, watching her warily.
"And this is the guest room," Robin remarked lightly in an attempt to ease the sudden tension between them. "And that's Mom and Dad's room at the end." She led him into the kitchen. "Cokes coming up, Bud."
"Gees! Four bedrooms!" Bud exclaimed.
"And three baths," Robin said, reaching into the refrigerator for two Cokes. "Tommy and I share a bath."
"You should see the dump we live in," he muttered, accepting an opened Coke from her.
"Let's go out in the back, Bud," Robin suggested, opening the kitchen door.
"You got a swimming pool!" Bud stepped past her as she held the screen door open for him, flinching as his arm brushed her breast.
"How would you like to swim here, Bud?" Robin followed him out, and motioned him to a lounge chair on the sunlit patio.
Her eyes fastened on his crotch and the slight bulge of his genitals tightly bunched by the tight fit of his jeans. Saliva welled in her mouth as she recalled the sight of his hard cock spewing his wasted jism into the urinal.
"No!" Bud remained standing. A flush of color spread across his face as he put his Coke to his lips. He gulped a drink, and choked on it.
"Turn around," Robin cried, stepping forward to slap his back. "I'm all right," he spluttered, bending over to dribble the Coke from his mouth. "I really have to go, Miss Cane, really."
"All right, Bud!" Robin said, moving away from him. Although the lust for boyish cockflesh was driving her wild, she managed to control herself. "Drink your Coke and I'll drive you over to the swimming hole." She raised her Coke to her lips, looking over his shoulder lest she lose her cool. 'I must have him,' she thought, 'and I'll get to him later - but right now... She shook her head. "Ready?"
In the car, Robin slid forward on the seat to force the hem of her minidress high on her bare thighs. Without looking at him, she knew Bud was staring at her legs. "Have you ever done yard work, Bud?" she asked as she started the motor.
"Sure. I cut the grass for several of the neighbors."
"Our grass needs cutting. Tommy didn't cut it last week, and Dad was too busy." She backed the car into the street, casting a quick side glance at his crotch as she did so. Beneath the jeans covering his left thigh she could detect a lively swelling. "We pay five dollars to have the grass cut when Tommy can't do it. Maybe you could come by tomorrow afternoon, Bud."
"Five bucks! Gees!" He whistled. "I could sure use five bucks!" He was still rubbing his hands together as Robin pulled off the main road at the edge of town.
"Isn't the swimming hole up this dirt road about a mile, Bud?" she asked.
"Yeah! Up by those trees on the right. Five bucks! Man!"
Robin stopped at the edge of the road beside a path that led through a growth of large eucalypti. "When you find the time, Bud, stop by. Have fun. Be careful! " The boy got out of the car, his eyes sweeping over her exposed thighs. "Thanks, Miss Cane," he mumbled. "I'll be careful, you bet."
She watched him run down the path and disappear into the woods, then put the car in gear.
Robin knew the area well. A few hundred yards down the road stood an abandoned farmhouse hidden from view by tall bushes and a scraggly growth of pines. She turned into the narrow lane overgrown with weeds and drove her car around to the back of the unpainted two-story house. Locking the doors, she made her way through dense underbrush that tore at her dress. The shouts of boys at play grew louder. Robin crouched as she neared the pond, moving stealthily, until she found the small grassy spot in which she and Tommy had played three or four times within the past two months.
Sinking into the trampled grass, she peered through the thick underbrush at the boys diving and swimming in the pond a hundred feet or so beyond her. She counted five of them, three of whom were no more than ten years old, their naked, hairless bodies, and tiny genitals glistening in the warm sunlight. The other two boys were about twelve. She gasped as she recognized Clarence. His cock was large, fringed with a fine growth of blond hair, and his scrotal sac shriveled up under the base of his dangling penis. The other boy was probably "Skinny", she thought, as her gaze swept over his slender frame.
"Turn around!" she whispered, "I want to see what you've got!" As if he had heard her whispered plea, the boy climbed up on a rock, and turned to face in her direction. His ribs showed in a bony cage, his legs, thin and scrawny, rising to a shriveled clump of genitals surrounded by a black bush of pubic hair. He turned and dove into the water. Robin felt the saliva rise in her mouth, drooling at the sight of tender cockflesh. With difficulty she restrained an impulse to rush out and join them. Getting to her knees, she slipped out of her dress, and pulled her panties off, then lay down, her belly on the warm, dry grass. Her chin on her hands, Robin watched the boys at play, slapping bare asses, pushing one another into the water, wrestling on shore while their boyish genitals swung like tantalizing, unripe fruit. She licked her lips, remembering...
Remembering her first taste of a boy's penis... her brother Tommy's tiny baby-prick! She had been four years old when Mom and Dad brought him home from the hospital, a chunky little bundle of warm human flesh with a queer little thing sticking out from his belly instead of a tiny open crack like hers. She had watched her mother bathe him several times, her eyes fastened on the strange little appendage.
"What's that, Mom?" she had asked.
Her mother had laughed.
"That's his pee-pee stick, Robin."
Robin had cried. "Why don't I have one of those, Mommy?"
Mom had patted her head. "You're a little girl, baby. Little boys have pee-pee sticks, and little girls have pee-pee holes."
For weeks, Robin recalled, she had made it a point to be present every time her mother bathed her little brother, awaiting a chance to touch his "pee-pee stick" when her mother wasn't looking. Tommy was several months old before she had her first chance to do so. After bathing the infant, mother had lain him on the bed in her room, and folded the diaper, then slid it under his backside. Standing beside her mother, Robin was startled to see his "pee-pee stick" rise and propel a stream of urine up into her mother's face. Mom laughed.
"You little devil, Tommy!" she cried. Turning to Robin, she said, "Hold him while I get another diaper from the kitchen. Don't let him roll off the bed, Robin."
As her mother left the room, Robin leaned over, blew on the baby's bare tummy, and slid her face down to his little nubbin. "Mmm!" she murmured, brushing her lips across it. The infant gurgled happily. Robin sniffed at it, kissed it, then opened her mouth to suck in the tiny, fleshy finger. Tommy squealed with delight. The strange, doughy taste had appealed to her, and the baby's obvious pleasure excited her. Seldom alone with her baby brother, Robin sought other little boys of her own age, enticing them into closets and other hidden-away places where she could satisfy her craving for sucking tasty, little-boyish cocks.
"Hey, Skinny!" a boy called out, "watch!"
Robin raised her head to look. One of the younger boys stood on the rock, his cock in his hand.
"So?" Skinny stood up.
"Bet I can piss farther than you."
"Shit!" Skinny grunted. He turned to face the younger boy. "You piss at me. I'll piss at you. See who gets a shower."
"Wait!" Bud leaped to his feet. "Let's have a piss-fight. Skinny and me'll stand the three of you."
While they lined up about five feet apart, each holding his cock like a fire hose, Robin thrust her fist between her thighs and turned her thumb so that the base of it pressed against her clitoris. She began to fuck the second knuckle slowly while she gazed from one to the other of the boys' pricks, recalling the numerous times she had encouraged small boys to piss on her breasts and belly.
"Ready! Piss!" Skinny cried. Streams of urine sprayed across the intervening space between the boys, meeting occasionally in the middle to splash on the ground, while others met their mark. The boys screamed happily, several of them tumbling into the water.
Robin fucked on, her ass swinging in a faster rhythm, her hard thumb now soaked with her oozing juices. She remembered the first time she had sucked a boy to a thrilling ejaculation, a blond boy very much like Bud. She was eleven years old, a bright and ambitious student who had skipped three years of grammar school. In her first year in high school, she had taken a stroll with a fourteen-year-old boy. They had found a secluded place in the woods, had stripped, and tried to make love. Robin was a virgin, anxious to take a hard prick into her vagina, but she was a small girl with a hole too tiny for the boy's oversized cock.
"Shit!" the boy had growled, "how the hell am I gonna get my nuts off?"
Robin had shown him. She could taste even now, the delicious cum he had blasted into her sucking mouth. And could recall her own orgasmic explosion rocketing through her body as it was racking her loins now with rapturous delight.
"I gotta go," Bud was saying. "My mom's waiting for me."
Robin rose to her knees, and wiped her sopping cuntal slit with her panties. Slipping her dress over her head, she rose, and retreated in a crouch, not standing up until she had reached the cover of the bushes near the old house. At home, she drove the car into the garage, closed the door, and went into the house.
Visions of boys' hard little cocks danced in her head like tasty sugar plums as she sniffed at her wet panties and tossed them into the hamper. She slipped out of her dress, tossed it aside, and stared at her naked figure in the mirrored wall of the bathroom. Dry grass was tangled in her pussy hair. Her belly was black with dirt. Even her tits were blackened with raw earth. She brushed the flat plane of her belly, and the mounds of her small, perfectly formed breasts. Fingering the grass out of her pussy hair, she caressed the slimy lips of her cunt.
"Mmm!" she whispered hoarsely, as she brought her gummy fingers to her lips, "I want cock to eat... a boy's sweet-tasting, luscious, jism-filled cock! I must have it! I must!"
CHAPTER TWO
A hot shower, followed by several minutes under a cold, chilling spray, eased her physical tension. Robin stepped out of the shower stall, squared her shoulders, inhaled deeply, and stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall. Her eyes swept over the mounds of her breasts, the flat plane of her belly, and the curves of her hips, all perfectly proportioned to the five-foot height of her petite figure.
Although Robin was six months short of her nineteenth birthday - the youngest teacher in the Ocean County School District - she looked like a shy and virginal young student. But there was no innocence in the deeply troubled blue eyes staring back at her out of the heart-shaped, pixy face with the dimpled cleft chin.
Robin turned away to reach for a towel, unable to face the disturbing questions in her own eyes. She had never been able to control her frenzied lust to suck the cocks of boys younger than herself. Yet the maddening pleasure she enjoyed was always followed by sickening remorse, a feeling that she was somehow beyond the pale of normal, decent people - like her mother and father. She shuddered, remembering how often she had sucked her brother Tommy's penis, how she had taught him to kiss and tongue-tickle her "pee-hole" when he was no more than six years old.
'Omigod!' she thought, 'if Mom and Dad only knew!' Robin tossed the towel into the hamper, slipped on her terry robe, and went into her bedroom. She stretched out on the unmade bed, closed her eyes, and sought to shut from her mind the ugly thoughts tormenting her. But the contrast between her own vicious, lustful nature, and that of her parents brought tears to her eyes. How could she be so evil, born of such loving, mature, and well-balanced personalities? She recalled her mother's gentle affection for Tommy, and for herself, and the feel of her father's arms about her, the touch of his lips on her cheeks. Yet, this afternoon she had hungered anew for a boy's cock, had groveled in the grass, fucking her thumb and fist as she watched naked boys play! She might well have destroyed her teaching career on the very day she started! Thankful that chance, and Bud's shyness, had prevented her from becoming sexually involved with the boy, Robin fell asleep. Remorse and the sense of guilt faded like early morning fog in the bright sunlight as her thoughts floated back into the joyous, dreamy past... floating like fleecy clouds in the brilliant sky that...
The last Friday in September. Classes were dismissed an hour early at Wilson High. Robin waited at the edge of the woods near the school grounds, her hand up to her brow against the bright afternoon sun. She was sure he would come. Tommy Brockman, like herself, was a twelve-year-old freshman; unlike herself, though, he was very shy. She had had an eye on him ever since the first day of school, liking his soft brown eyes and his pink-cheeked face, intrigued by his bashfulness that brought a flush to his smooth, white skin every time she spoke to him. In class the preceding Wednesday, Robin had learned of Tommy's passionate interest in ornithology when the teacher had deferred to his superior knowledge about warblers. At home that night, she had searched through the section on land birds in the Complete Field Guide to American Wildlife, found a paragraph on the American Redstart, and memorized it. Thursday afternoon, Robin had waited for him after school, and mentioned she had seen a pair of birds with colorful plumage a few days before but she could not identify them. Tommy's face had brightened.
"What did they look like, Robin?"
"One was black with red-orange on its breast, shoulder, wings, and tail... " Robin paused, trying to remember the rest of the description. '... and it had a bright yellow band across its mid-tail."
Tommy's eyes widened with eagerness. "Are you sure? Gees! That has to be the American Redstart, Robin." Lines of puzzlement creased his brow. "How can that be? The American Redstart's habitat... " Robin smiled as she watched the excitement build in him. She had deliberately chosen a species never seen west of the State of Oklahoma.
"You must be mistaken, Robin. Tell me where you saw it. I'll go out and take a look. Want to come along?"
"I can't today, Tommy." Her mother would be expecting her at home this afternoon, but she would be taking Robin's brother shopping the next day and would not be home until five o'clock. "I can't describe the place I saw it, but I could take you to the exact spot tomorrow afternoon after school." She watched him wriggle with excitement as he swallowed the hook.
"I want to see that. Good! Where'll I meet you?"
She had pointed to the clump of trees where she now stood eagerly awaiting him. A mischievous smile of triumph spread across her pixy face as she saw him hurrying toward her, his black binoculars dangling from a strap around his neck. She was ready for him! Her panties were in her briefcase - shy boys were awfully clumsy getting the flimsy garment out of the way - and a small pack of tissues - boys' jism dried in incriminating stiffness on their handkerchieves.
"Hi, Robin! I'm a few minutes late, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she replied with a warm smile, scanning his skinny chest in a too-tight white T-shirt, and his thin hips and thighs sheathed in faded blue jeans. "Follow me, Tommy." As she led the way through thick underbrush, she paid little attention to his excited chattering. Her thoughts were centered on his genitals bunched so tightly at his crotch, and her planned strategy to get at them. They broke through the brush into a small clearing of tall dry grass. "Gees, Robin! What a perfect spot for bird-watching! How'd you ever find this place?"
She grinned as she tossed her briefcase aside and lay down. "I found it the other day, Tommy." She patted the ground beside her. "Stretch out. Take a load off your feet."
"This is beautiful... beautiful!" There was no sign of shyness in his thin, eager face as he sat down. He brushed his brown hair from his forehead and swiveled his gaze about the perimeter of the small clearing. Scrub oak and young pines encircled them. "I hear running water," he said, cocking an ear to one side.
"There's a creek down there about fifty feet," Robin said.
"It's like a sanctuary," Tommy whispered. "Where did you see those birds, Robin?"
"In those pines directly ahead. What's with this bird-watching - how do you go about it, Tommy?"
"You make yourself as much a part of the landscape as you can. Remain still... and quiet." He lay on his back, and put the binoculars to his eyes, making a slow sweep of the trees. "Robin! You don't have to stay. My mom knows I won't be home till five. Maybe you've got something to do."
Robin turned on her side and looked at him with surprise. "You want me to go?"
"No, no!" he said hastily. "Gosh no! But this can get tiresome if you're not used to it."
"I don't mind. Besides, I don't have to be home till five either. I never bird-watched before. Gee! This sun is warm. We should have brought our bathing suits and taken a sunbath."
"Yeah, too bad!" Tommy said. "I often do. And when I don't, I always take off my T-shirt. I got a real tan. Would you mind, Robin?"
"Silly! Why should I?" She giggled. "Dad always says, 'You see more than that at the beach'."
"Yeah!" Tommy raised up, removed his shirt and cast it aside. "That sun feels good!"
"Tommy! Let me look through the binoculars." She sat up facing him, her knees spread, and took the glasses from him.
Aware that the hem of her dress lay high across her thighs, she put the eyepiece close to her face, then moved them away slightly so she could see that his gaze was fastened on her pussy. She suppressed a laugh as she heard him gulp. After making one quick sweep of the woods, she held the glasses on one spot for an instant. "There, Tommy! In those pines! Right where I'm pointing!"
"Give me the binoculars, Robin, quick!" Rising up on one elbow, he held the glasses steady for several moments. "Shucks! I missed them. What were they like?"
"Birds, I don't know. You better tend to your business, Tommy. Me? If I had a pillow, I could take a snooze. Do you mind?" She stretched out at right angles to him and laid her head on his thighs, sensing his involuntary shudder. "Wake me if I get too heavy, Tommy."
"Yeah!" he croaked.
Robin closed her eyes. "The sun feels so good on my legs," she said. Raising her knees, she felt the hem of her dress slide down her thighs, and sensed the warmth of the sun on her lower belly.
"Yeah!" His voice quavered. Robin felt his cock harden and thump against the back of her neck.
"I like the name 'Tommy'," Robin said. She put a hand to her head, let it drop casually onto his belly. "Did I tell you I have a brother named Tommy?"
"No." Though it sounded like a word, it was a breathy exhalation forced out of his throat by the convulsive tightening of his diaphragm.
"Of course," Robin said softly, pressing her neck hard against his throbbing cock, "my brother's just a little boy... he's just eight... not big... like you, Tommy." She moved her hand down to lift the hem of her dress as she turned over on her belly, feeling the warmth of the sun on her bare ass. Resting her cheek on his heaving midriff, she lay quiet for a few moments, then whispered, "You like girls, Tommy?"
"I... I... don't know."
Robin raised her ass slightly. "Your belly's so... so warm... and soft... " She turned her face to kiss his navel, and sensed his fingers rest lightly on her buttocks. She kissed his navel again, then circled it with her tongue.
"Gees! Ooh!" His fingers moved over her asscheeks in an exploratory caress, slipping into her crack.
"I hate to see a bird caged up, Tommy. Don't you?"
"Yeah!" His fingers dipped into her wet cunt. "Geeeees!"
Robin raised her head, tonguing a wet streak over his quivering belly as she released the catch of his waistband and unzipped his jeans. "He wants out, Tommy." She felt his fingers in her oozing tissues as she jerked his jeans and shorts down to his knees. His hard cock thrust up to slap her cheek, leaving a slick moist spot. "Gosh, Tommy! It's so... big... so sweet!" She kissed the satin-smooth glans. Tommy moaned. "You ever been with a girl?"
"No... never... " His body was shaking like a sail catching its first wind. "Never... " Robin got to her knees and pulled her dress over her head, then jerked his jeans and shorts off. She knelt, baring her naked immature body to his ogling gaze. He reached up a trembling hand to touch her small breasts, ran his fingers down over her midriff and belly and into the thin, black patch of her pubic hair. "Do you know how babies are made, Tommy?"
He swallowed noisily. "Sure! By... by fucking." He slid his middle finger into the top of her slit. Robin shuddered. "Geeees! I never saw a girl's... cunt before."
"I don't want to get pregnant," Robin whispered, rotating her hips. "We can have fun in other ways, though, Tommy."
"How?"
Robin glanced down at his hard cock and the thin thread of clear liquid dripping from the eye of his glans. She lay down between his thighs, and kissed the crinkly skin of his scrotum drawn up tightly to the base of his shaft. "You won't tell anyone, will you, Tommy?"
"No, Robin, I swear it!" His fingers twined in her hair. He lifted his hips off the ground to offer his throbbing cockhead to her warm lips.
"You'd better not," Robin whispered. Her tongue laved the underside of his coronal ridge, then licked the dewy drops from the meatus. As her lips opened to take the warm, delicious sweetmeat of his swollen glans into her mouth, she sensed his imminent ejaculation, and suckled hungrily.
"GEEEE-SUS!" Tommy cried, thrusting his cock deep into her throat. His fingers clutched her hair, preventing Robin from drawing her head back. She fought off the gagging that threatened to strangle her, and swallowed the successive waves of his cum. His hips ceased all movement, and his buttocks sank onto the grass as Robin continued to suck his shriveling prick. She had all of it in her mouth, warm, soft, slimy, delicious. Glancing up over his belly and bony ribcage, she noted the tip of his tongue moving over his lips, the long hard line of his nose, and the heavy lashes of his closed eyelids. The tiny nipples of her small breasts tingled with built-up tension, and her loins ached with the urgent need for release. Tommy's cock was swelling again as she sucked the soft flesh into stiffening life. Slowly and carefully, Robin got to her knees, moved around until she straddled him, her pussy directly above his face. His cock was hard now, his hips moving up and down to fuck it rhythmically into her mouth. She lowered her pubes until she could feel his warm breath on her oozing tissues. His hands encircled her buttocks, fingers spreading her cuntal crack.
"Robin! Oooh! Robin!" His lips kissed her swollen labia, and his tongue touched the mouth of her vagina.
"Love it for me, Tommy! Ooh! I'm hot!" She reached down between their bellies to finger the top of her slit open. "There! Right there!" she said, her fingertip at the base of her miniprick. "Suck this for me, Tommy, please!" Jolts of sheer delight rocketed all through her loins as his lips enfolded her tiny joybud. "OOOH! TOMMY! SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT" Again she engorged his hard prick, tonguing around the swollen crown, sucking at it, while his ass bucked in a savage rhythm timed to the wild rotation of her hips. She could feel his hot breath on her asshole as his tongue foraged in her vagina and his chin pressed against her pulsing clitoris. Electric currents raced from her tingling nipples down into her belly and pubes. Their bodies tensed for a moment as orgasmic waves broke within them, then, with wild cries of delight, they poured out the distillation of their savage lust.
For some time they lay in each other's arms with the sun warming their spent bodies. Tommy leaned over to place his cheek against hers. The acrid scent of her sexual juices was a sweet and delightful perfume in her nostrils. "Geeees-sus!" Tommy whispered, "I never... never... knew it was like this!" He kissed her lips. Robin opened her mouth to suck in his tongue. They exchanged gobs of saliva, savoring the taste of the mixture of male and female juices. Tommy pulled his head back and regarded her with a worried look in his eyes. "You won't tell anybody I sucked your cunt, will you, Robin?"
She tweaked his nose, and chuckled. "Not unless you tell I sucked your cock."
"Cross my heart and hope to die. Never!" His hands roamed over her breasts and belly and hips like those of a blind boy fixing forever in his mind the tactile impression of an unfamiliar but delightful object. "Robin! I like that name. Robin! Mmm!" he whispered. His lips moved across her breasts in a tender caress. He chuckled into the soft flesh of her small breasts. "I been lying awake every night since I first saw you, Robin, thinking of you... wondering what you would look like... like... this!" Robin laid a hand to the back of his head to pull his face down to her nipple.
"You're sweet, Tommy! Kiss my titty!" Her other hand cupped the soft small mass of her breast up to his lips. His mouth opened to suck in most of her breast. Robin felt his cock alive and throbbing at her hip, and turned to face him.
"It's getting hard again, Robin," he whispered hoarsely. "Put it in. I want to fuck you."
"And if I get pregnant?"
"I won't come in you, honest!"
"Oh no!" Robin took hold of his hard cock and put it between her thighs. "Fuck me like this, Tommy. And don't try to sneak the head of it inside. Okay?" She clamped her thighs closely together as he stroked his hard cock back and forth in her tingling cuntal tissues. "OOOH! TOMMY! THIS FEELS GOOD!" Reaching a hand in back of her, she held her fingers cupped to guide the crown of his cock over her asshole on each forward thrust.
"I'm coming, Robin! I'm coming!" he cried.
"Wait for me!" Robin pleaded, but he forced his belly against hers and trembled. She felt his hot seed pour into her hand and surge against her twitching asshole.
"I'm sorry, Robin. I couldn't help it."
"It's all right. Next time will be better. I think it's getting late. I'll have to get home in time to take a shower before... "
"Me too." Tommy sat up as Robin reached for her brief-case. She took out the package of tissues, and handed it to him. "Better wipe the stuff off your face, Tommy. And when you get home, stay away from your mother. One whiff, and she'll know what you've been doing." A twig cracked in the trees behind them. Robin sat up, her eyes wide with fright. "What was that?"
Tommy shrugged. "A small animal, maybe a bird. I've been out in the woods enough to recognize the sound of a man... " He handed Robin several tissues. As she wiped her hand and asscrack free of jism, Tommy picked up her briefcase, and glanced inside. "You had this all planned," he said, holding up her panties.
Robin grinned. "Aren't you glad?"
Tommy embraced her. "Gees! If you'd waited for me... How about meeting me here tomorrow, Robin?"
"Not tomorrow, no... "
"Sunday?"
Robin laughed as she slipped on her dress. "I'm as anxious as you, Tommy, but we better make it Monday. We can skip the last class."
"Sure! Monday. I'll be here."
As they emerged from the woods, they could see a man standing in front of the school, looking toward them. "It's Mister Goggins!" Robin whispered. "Omigod! What'll he think?"
"We've been bird-watching," Tommy said. The quaver in his voice betrayed the falsity of the bold note he tried to put in his statement.
Goggins stood facing them, his hands behind his back as they approached. A man of medium height with gray, thinning hair and a round full face, he greeted them with a paternal smile. "Well, well! We have a pair of nature lovers, eh? You been teaching our young friend, Robin, about the birds, Tommy?"
"Yes sir, Mister Goggins. We been out looking for a warbler Robin saw the other day."
Goggins kept his left hand behind his back and ran a finger over his thick wet lips. "And you, young lady, you been teaching Tommy about the bees?"
Robin essayed a grin that died in the hot flush that spread across her face. "I can't teach him a thing about nature, Mister Goggins. I gotta run. Mom will be home soon. Good-bye."
"Good-bye. It's wonderful to be young, isn't it?" Goggins continued to face them as they walked away.
"He seems like a nice old guy," Tommy said.
"I don't know about him," Robin replied, pensive. "I smell something fishy about the old geezer."
Tommy sniffed several times, then laughed. "I know what you mean, Robin. Monday afternoon, remember?"
Several times over the weekend, she and her brother, Tommy, had had an opportunity for sexual play, but Robin had refused him. She decided to save all her energy and juices for her lover, Tommy. Monday finally came. Tommy was waiting for her in their private little playground when Robin arrived some ten minutes late. He lay naked on the grass, his cock standing erect and ready for action. Robin sank down beside him. "I'm sorry I'm late, Tommy," she said. "I saw that old geezer standing in the window of his office. I'm sure he was watching me, so I walked the other way, circled around two blocks north, and came here another way."
"Look what I got." Tommy held out his right hand. A small metal box nestled in his palm.
"What is it?"
"Rubbers. I found it in my brother Jim's dresser drawer... under a pile of shorts. He's seventeen... and has a lot of girl friends. Take your clothes off, Robin. I'm going to fuck you today."
A chill raced up Robin's spine. "Ever get a feeling someone's watching you? I wonder if that old... "
"That old fart!" Tommy exclaimed with laughter. "Naw! He never married. He's probably home right now playing with himself."
"Why don't you take a look, Tommy?"
"I did... just before you came. Get naked, I can't wait."
With some misgivings, Robin stripped. She had planned to have Tommy undress her today, but the sight of his stiff, upright cock excited her, and she undressed quickly. Tommy was having some trouble encasing his cock in the thin roll of rubber. He pulled it so tightly that his glans popped through the end of it.
"Shit!" he muttered. Robin watched with dismay. Suppose the thing broke when he had it in her? Besides, his cock looked enormous. She spread her legs and slipped a finger into her cunt. Her hole was so tight she could get only her middle finger into it. She looked at her finger, comparing its thickness with Tommy's cock, now encased in a thin sleeve of rubber. A girl always bled when she lost her cherry, she remembered. A vision of herself walking home with blood dripping from her ruptured cunt sent a wave of cold fear scudding through her mind. Tommy spread himself on top of her, his swollen cockhead probing her cuntal crack in search of her vaginal opening. "Where is it, dammit?"
"Let me have it," Robin suggested. The hard club of flesh felt as large as a baseball bat. She began to cry.
"What's the matter, Robin, can't you find it either?"
"It's too big, Tommy. You'll split me wide open." The head of it was positioned at the mouth of her vagina. Tommy pressured at the tight little hole. Robin screamed. "Stop it! No, no, no, no! Tommy!"
Frightened, Tommy raised up on hands and knees. "Did I hurt you?"
"Yes. I won't let you do it. I can't stand the pain."
"Shit!" Tommy grumbled, and rolled off her to lie on his back, staring in sulky silence at the bright, blue sky.
"I'm sorry, Tommy, really I am. You have no idea how much it hurts."
"Girls fuck boys all the time. How come... "
"Tommy, darling! You're built too big for my little cunt. Why, you're probably as big as any man in town. Let me love it for you." Stripping the rubber from his stiff cock, she went down on him, kissing and tonguing his thighs and balls and asscrack, even his tightly puckered asshole in an attempt to make up for her failure to fuck him. After sucking him off, she urged him to straddle her belly, pressed her little titties together to make a fleshy tunnel for his renewed hard-on, and again took his ejaculation in her mouth. "You like that, Tommy?" she asked, pleading for forgiveness. She didn't want him to seek satisfaction with another girl.
"Yeah! That was way out." He lay down beside her.
"Tommy!
"Yeah?"
"I didn't come yet. Love it for me, please! Please?"
Tommy got to his feet. "Gees, Robin! I'd like to but it's getting late."
"You can't leave me like this, Tommy. I'm so hot I'll explode if you don't."
"Tomorrow maybe, Robin. We'll see."
At home that night, Robin tossed in her bed until she heard the light and heavy snores of her mother and father reverberating in the hallway. Slipping out of bed, she went quietly into her young brother Tommy's room, took off her nightgown, and crawled into bed beside him. For an eight-year-old boy, little Tommy had become quite an expert at the art of eating cunt, and sucked all of Robin's dammed-up juices out of her. But she could find little satisfaction in sucking his soft, juiceless cock.
At noon the next day, Robin stood outside the main entrance of the school, waiting for Tommy Brockman. The PTA was having an organization meeting commencing at one o'clock. Robin's mother would attend. She was sure Tommy's mother would also be there. The meeting was scheduled to last until five o'clock. She and Tommy would have the whole afternoon to themselves! The last of the students had left, and there was still no sign of Tommy. Thinking she had missed him somehow, Robin was about to leave when he strode through the front door, accompanied by Marge Singleton, a fourteen-year-old classmate, with long, blonde hair and a pasty complexion blotched with acne. She was half a head taller than Tommy, with big outthrust tits, and a swaggering gait.
"Hi, Robin!" Marge called out gaily, "Tommy's taking me out to watch the birds. Nice day for it, eh?" Tommy nodded and turned his face away, taking Marge's arm. Robin stood watching them stroll across the field toward the woods. Everybody in school knows she fucks like a rabbit, Robin thought as tears flowed down her cheeks. And the slut brags about taking the pill!
Robin was sobbing as she reached the street. A car pulled to the curb, and the door swung open. "Robin Cane! I'd like to talk to you. Get in!" Robin recognized Mr. Goggins at the wheel of the new Chevrolet. She hastily brushed the tears from her face as she approached the car.
"What about, Mister Goggins?" she asked, leaning over to peer at him.
"Get in, Robin. We can't talk here."
Robin settled into the seat beside him, and closed the door. A quick glance at his stern face quelled the question on her lips. She clasped her hands in her lap and shuddered inwardly. Mr. Goggins maintained silence as he drove up the street, and stopped at the highway.
"Where are we going?" Robin asked, her hands twitching nervously as Goggins turned onto the highway.
"To my house," he replied. He turned his head to glance at her. "I have a very serious matter to discuss with you. Of course, we could go to your place, and talk about it in front of your mother and father." Robin shrank down in the seat, her chin dropping to her chest. "Would you rather we do that, Robin?"
"No!" she squeaked, folding her arms across her breasts to control the tremors shaking her torso.
"My house is the last one on the left hand side," Goggins said. "Now we can have a nice long talk, Robin, with no one to disturb us all afternoon."
He braked the car and swung into a gravel drive between two rows of dense oleanders. Tall sycamores shaded the old two-story frame house, their droopy branches hanging low over the roof of the veranda that stretched the width of the house. The faded, peeling paint of the house and the patchy, unkempt grass in the yard, the deep shade of the numerous old trees, all combined to give an eerie atmosphere to the place. Robin's feet suddenly felt chilled, the cold creeping up her legs, into her loins and belly, and tightening around her heart.
"I've lived all my life in this house, Robin," Goggins said as he drove around to the back of the house and parked the car in an old barn. "You can get out now, Robin."
"What are you going to do to me?" Robin asked, her voice quavering with terror. She got out of the car, slammed the door, and stepped outside. Goggins turned his back to her as he swung the barn doors closed.
"Do to you?"
Robin looked toward the oleanders along the front of the property, determined to make a dash for it. The old guy would never catch her!
"Why, Robin, I told you I only wanted to have a long talk with you... about you and Tommy Brockman."
'Omigod!' Robin thought. 'He was the one making the noise I heard yesterday.' "Come, my dear, we can go in the back way." Goggins led the way to a small stoop, put a key in the lock, and opened the door. "You'll like my lovely old house, Robin. It takes a bit of getting used to, though. There's plenty of time for that later, you'll see."
Like one walking "the last mile," Robin followed him with slow faltering steps. He led her through an old kitchen with cracked linoleum on the floor, and a wooden sink, down a dark hallway, and into a large room. Venetian blinds at all four windows were drawn. Goggins switched on a desk lamp. Robin glanced nervously about the room. To her right a large movie screen filled most of one wall with a door to the left. Bookshelves lined another wall. Beneath the windows to her left was a large studio couch with several pillows piled at one end. A movie projector stood on the glass-topped desk.
"There's a toilet through that door beside the movie screen, Robin. Do you have to go?"
"No!" she said curtly as her face flushed.
"Okay, then. I want to show you some movies I took. We'll talk later." Stepping over to a large stereo set, he flicked a switch. "I like the waltzes of Johann Strauss. The rhythm is the best... well, you'll see, Robin. Sit down here and watch the screen." He touched her arm to urge her onto a straight-backed chair beside the desk.
"What kind of movies are they, Mister Goggin?"
"Watch!" He turned the projector on, then switched off the lights. In the darkened room, the figures appearing on the screen were seen clearly, but at a distance. The lens zoomed in on the woman, and the Negro boy beside her.
"It's Missus Bellows!" Robin gasped. She inhaled deeply as the woman drew the black boy into her arms in a passionate embrace.
"Recognize him, Robin?"
"Yes. Willie Johnson. He's a senior... fullback on the team... "
"He wasn't when I took these pictures four years ago. He was a skinny little guy... but he had an enormous cock. Wait till he turns around."
They were undressing each other, stripping their clothes off in frenzied haste. Naked, Mrs. Bellows sank to her knees, grasping Willie's skinny black buttocks to turn him toward her. The black cock thrusting out at the woman's lips was truly enormous. She licked the dark, purple crown, lapped at the ridge of it, and opened her mouth to suck half of the huge glans in. Breaking out of the shock at seeing her English teacher on her knees sucking a black boy's prick, Robin stood up. "I don't have to look at this filth! I'm going home."
"Sit down!" Goggins growled. "Recognize anything familiar about the place I shot this picture, Robin?" She sank down on the chair as she saw the small clearing in the woods where she and Tommy had had sex the last two days. "Ever seen yourself in pictures, Robin?"
"No," she sobbed, lowering her head.
"Sit tight, child, you will! I'll be back in a minute."
Robin looked up at the screen as he left the room. The film had obviously been edited into a montage of quick scenes lasting about a minute each. In one, Willie was fucking Mrs. Bellows. The camera zoomed in to show a close-up of her black furry cunt dripping a gooey liquid as the boy's black cock pounded into her red-lipped pussy.
Another shot showed Mrs. Bellows lying on the grass, her hands clutching the ears of the black boy as he sucked her cunt. The screen went dark for an instant, then lighted up again. Despite the shock of seeing herself in the act of seducing the innocent Tommy Brockman, Robin followed every move with rising excitement. There were several close-up shots of her own cuntal slit, wet and glistening in the bright sunlight. She heard the swish of footsteps behind her, and straightened up.
"Seen enough, Robin?" The lights came up, and Goggins laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Yes. No more, please, Mister Goggins." She turned. He was clad in a white terry robe loosely tied about his waist.
"Well?" She tried to keep her voice steady, and her eyes on his face. "What is all this leading up to?'"
"You're a cool one." He leaned over to turn off the projector. "For a twelve-year-old, you sure are an expert cocksucker. Must have had a lot of practice." He laughed, a deep cynical laugh that rumbled up out of his chest. "Missus Bellows has been spending every Thursday afternoon with me for the past four years. I told her yesterday not to bother coming anymore." His hand slid down her arm and onto her breast. Robin froze stiffly as his fingers tweaked her nipples. "I told Missus Bellows I had another girl to take her place."
"My father will kill you, Mister Goggins."
He chuckled. "He'll kill you if I send him these movies. I learned that your mother's bridge club starts their fall and winter sessions this Thursday. You'll spend every Thursday afternoon with me, girl, until I tell you I've gotten tired of you. Understand? Now get up and take your clothes off."
Robin rose slowly, sobs choking her. She pulled her dress over her head, tossed it on the chair, then dropped her panties to the floor. Still sobbing and sniffling, she watched the old man shrug his robe off his shoulders. Protruding from under his paunchy belly was a hard cock at least as large as that of Willie Johnson. Her eyes widened with terror.
"You're not going to... try to... fuck me... with that... "
"Of course not, little girl." He pulled her close, his hands roaming up and down her back and asscheeks, and his huge cock thrusting between her legs. "I'd split your cunt and your asshole wide open if I tried. Here, come sit on the edge of the table... at the corner." He lifted her up and set her ass on the cold glass. "Spread your legs, girl, and let me slide this monster in your asscrack. There!" Robin's wet cuntal flesh wrapped around his monstrously thick shaft. She could feel the bulbous head push past her asshole and slide out into space behind her. "That's not bad, is it, little girl?"
'Feels good!' she thought, 'Real good!' "Is it?"
"No," she conceded grudgingly.
"Now! You fuck the top of my prick, Robin. Just slide back and forth. Mmm! That's the girl."
Robin was thoroughly enjoying the action within a minute or so, but something was bothering her. It finally dawned on her that for the first time in her short sexual experience, she was completely out of control of what she was doing. The dirty old man! she thought, the filthy old bastard! But his cock was deliciously satisfying, hard as a rock, filling her whole cuntal crack with warm, titillating male flesh. She found that she could, by leaning forward slightly, keep her sensitive clitoris in constant massage as she slid her hips back and forth.
"OOOH! OOOH!" Robin could not suppress the moan of delight rising from her throat. Goggins was sucking her tit, drawing her whole breast into his mouth, tormenting it into throbbing delight with his tongue and lips.
All sensation centered in her clitoris, pounding with a savage delight as her cum flooded out of her, soaking the hard shaft and the bulbous cockhead plowing back and forth in her cuntal slit. She was dimly aware of his warm semen spurting against her asshole as she collapsed in his arms. He carried her to the couch, laid her down, then lay on his back and pulled her over on top of him. Spreading her asscrack with both hands, he buried his face in her soaking slit, laving his own and her cum from her cuntal tissues. Robin's face was just above the soft mass of his genitals. She tongued the slimy mucus from it, savoring the strong taste of his semen and her own acrid juices. Lifting the head of it, she opened her mouth and took the fearsome thing in. Even though soft and flaccid, she could engorge its mass with difficulty.
The smell of a man's cockflesh in her mouth, as she sucked greedily.
The doorbell chimed. Robin struggled into wakefulness-into the familiar surroundings of her own bedroom. The doorbell chimed again. Tightening her robe about her, Robin padded barefooted to the front door. She stood for a moment, waiting for her mind to clear away the dregs of her vivid dream.
CHAPTER THREE
The slender blond boy in a yellow T-shirt and blue jeans standing in the doorway blushed furiously as he stared at Robin's terry-robed figure. He lowered his soft, gray eyes. "I'm sorry, Miss Cane. I thought I'd stop by and cut the grass. I can come back tomorrow."
"No, no, no, Bud," Robin said hastily as he turned away. "Come in. I'd like you to do it today. Let's go out to the kitchen for a Coke, then you can start."
He remained standing, refusing Robin's invitation to seat himself at the breakfast table. As he reached for the offered Coke, his gaze rested momentarily on the cleft of her breasts, then swiveled away. "I can drink this outside while I'm starting the lawn mower, Miss Cane."
Sensing the boy's painful shyness, Robin put her own Coke back in the refrigerator. "All right, Bud. Wait one moment, though, I'll be right back." She returned to her bedroom, frowned at her reflection in the mirror while she worked out a plan. "Of course," she whispered aloud, "why not?" Taking a five-dollar bill from her purse, she went into the linen closet, took a beach towel from the shelf, and went back to the kitchen. "Here's your five dollars I promised... "
"I'll wait till I finish the job, Miss Cane. Maybe you won't like the way I... "
"Nonsense, Bud. Take it." She thrust the bill in his hand. "I'm going downtown shopping. I may not be home for a couple of hours. When do you have to be home for dinner?"
"I had my dinner. Dad's away in L.A. for a few days looking for a job. Morn works at the electronics plant in town. She left for work at a quarter to three. We always eat together when Dad's not home."
"Fine, Bud. It's awfully hot out there this afternoon. If you get too warm, take off your clothes and take a dip. No one can see into our yard, so don't worry about the neighbors. I'll see you when I come back."
"Okay, Miss Cane. I'll do a good job."
"I'm sure you will, Bud." Robin waited until Bud had closed the door, then hurried into her bedroom. Slipping an "A" dress over her head, she took her purse, and went out to her car parked in the driveway. She drove for several blocks, turned the car around and headed back home. Parking the car on the side street, Robin went into the house, closing the door quietly after her. She stood behind the drapes in the dining room window, peering out at Bud bending over the mower, his bare back glistening with sweat. Again and again he jerked the rope starter without getting so much as a wheezing cough out of the old machine. Robin laughed quietly as Bud straightened up and gave the rubber wheel a kick. Just a few days ago she had watched her father do the same thing, coming back into the kitchen and muttering, "I'll have to get a new mower. That goddamned thing's ready for the junk pile." Bud wheeled the mower into the tool shed, and came out after a few moments.
He banged the door shut and strolled over to the edge of the pool. Kneeling, he dipped a hand into the water, then looked up into the sunlit sky. He shook his head, wiped the sweat from his brow, and got up. After a quick glance at the house, he walked over to the redwood lounge, stripped, and laid his clothes beside the beach towel. Robin massaged her tingling breasts as she stared at the naked figure. Bud closed his eyes, raised his face to the sky, and inhaled deeply. His hands massaged his chest and belly, then his hips and buttocks. Robin held her breath as his right hand caressed his soft cock and balls. Was he going to masturbate again? "Save it, Bud! Save it for me!" she whispered hoarsely. She sighed with relief as he let go of his genitals, turned and ran to the edge of the pool, taking off on a low flat dive. Robin went into her bedroom, jerked her dress over her head, tossed it onto a chair, and got her terry robe. She paused before her dresser mirror. The hunger for boyish cockflesh was raging within her, firing her loins, her clitoris, her belly, her breasts, burning away all shame and barriers from her mind. She could see it in the glitter of her eyes, in the tip of her tongue circling her lips opened in a rounded "O" as if to engorge a tasty cockhead. How long had it been since she had sucked the delicious juice from the genitals of a new, strange boy? A shiver of remembered delight coursed through her as she recalled the last time - a year ago at the end of a three-month tour of student teaching while she was completing her senior year at College. In the six years since Goggins had showed her the film of Mrs. Bellows in the act of fellatio with a black boy, Robin had fantasized herself performing the same act many times. What would black cock taste like? Was there any difference in the semen of white and black boys? During her student teaching assignment, Robin had been intrigued by a small, slender black boy, with big brown eyes and an Afro hair style. He was an intelligent boy, hard to draw out in class discussion, but alert and pungent in his comments when he did speak. She had resisted every impulse to seduce him. On the last day of her student teaching assignment, however...
Driving back to her rooming house, she saw Zeno Jones walking slowly past her house on the opposite side of the street. Throwing off all restraint, she pulled up at the curb, and called through the open window. "Zeno! Can I give you a lift?"
He shuffled over to the car, and studied her carefully, his big brown eyes scanning her petite figure.
"I don' mind," he replied, opening the car door and sliding into the seat beside her. "Where you goin' Miss Cane?"
"Do you have to be some place soon, Zeno?"
"Naw! I got the whole day to myself."
"Good!" Robin replied. "How about a ride in the country?" She smiled at him brightly, put the car in gear, and drove off.
"What you got in mind?" he asked, his eyes roving up and down her thighs exposed by the hem of her miniskirt.
Robin licked her lips as she glanced over at the crotch of his blue jeans. Zeno slid his right hand between his thighs, his fingers cupping his bunched genitals. "Unless you have other ideas, Zeno, I know a place out in the country... it's wild... and beautiful."
Zeno nodded. Robin drove slowly, looking for the gravel road she had found shortly after her arrival three months before. She had sworn to herself she would not give in to her wild lusting for boys, yet she had covered the outlying areas for a secluded spot-just in case. "Here's the road," She turned off onto the narrow dirt lane.
"You goin' to the old Contreras place. Yeah! It's a nice place. Ain't nobody goin' to stick his nose in on ya."
"Oh?"
"It's up by them woods, Miss Cane. Take it easy, the road's 'bout as wide as an elephant's ass."
"I know." Robin choked off a laugh. "You've been here before, Zeno?" she asked as she slowed to make the sharp turn.
"Yeah! Lots of times. Better drive through the woods, Miss Cane. There's a place to turn around, and no one can see the car from the road."
Robin parked the car and shut off the motor. She felt things were slipping out of her control just as they had with Mr. Goggins that first time. "Well," she said, "here we are."
"Yeah!" Zeno turned to lean his back against the door. He regarded her impassively as he raised his hand from his crotch and slid his left foot under the dash. "What you got in mind, Miss Cane?"
Robin stared at the bulge in the boy's left thigh, licking her lips while she sought an answer to his direct question.
"I... I thought... we could talk." Resentment brought a flush of anger to her cheeks. She preferred the role of aggressor in the seduction of shy boys. Zeno was obviously used to setting the terms and conditions of any sex play he entered into.
"Shit!" he snorted, "you white women! You're all alike." Unzipping his pants, he brought forth his large, black, hard cock. "You want to eat it here in the car, Miss Cane? I charge one dollar. You want to go naked in the grass, two dollars... "
"That's... commercial, Zeno!" Robin muttered.
"Hey, look, Miss Cane! I been wise to you. I could smell your hot cunt every time you looked at me. That's why I was walkin' by your rooming house. You want to play, you pay!" A sly smile bared his white teeth, gleaming in his purplish-black face. "I took a hot shower at noon back at school. Even my asshole's clean enough to bugger with your tongue - if you go for that - I got several women clients... "
"Migod! I never heard of such a thing!"
"You goin' to go, Miss Cane? We're wastin' time. I forgot to say... if you want me to eat your cunt, you pay me an extra three bucks. Then, if you want me to fuck you, that's five more... " Shocked and humiliated, Robin sat gripping the steering wheel and staring off into the woods.
"Miss Cane! It ain't like I'm a whore. I got a savings account. I figger if I'm gonna go to college, I gotta pay my way. Make up your mind."
Robin glanced at his black cock, still upright, a drop of dew on the meatus of its bulbous, dark-pink crown. Picking up her purse from the seat beside her, she muttered hoarsely, "Take off your clothes!" She put a five dollar bill into his outstretched hand.
Lying naked on the dry grass, Robin looked up at the boy with his black body glistening in the sun, at his slender hips, and his oversized black hard-on, festooned at the end by a bloated bulb of dark-pink, satiny flesh. "You go down on me first, Zeno. You'll do a better job if you still have a load... "
"Man! You got a beautiful body," Zeno said, his teeth gleaming as he grinned happily. "I suck cunt for Missus Schroeder once a week. She's got tits like gobs of bread dough, a big belly, and you should see her cunt! It's as big and sloppy as a cow's. Miss Cane! You got the prettiest tits and the nicest ass I ever saw. I'm gonna love you like you never been loved before! Roll over on your belly."
Robin had expected a quick and hurried job, but his words thrilled her. What she got was the most exciting, the wildest, the most rapturous flesh-loving she had ever known. Zeno spread himself over her back. His hard cock lay in the crease of her asscrack, stroking over her coccyx bone as his tongue and lips laved and loved her shoulders. His fingers slid under her breasts to pinch and pluck her nipples into hard little nubbins of quivering pleasure. As his hard cock stroked back and forth over her coccyx, Robin pumped her ass up and down in rhythm, delighted with the warmth of his thighs and the itchy feel of his pubic hair on her tender asscheeks. Slowly, he worked his tongue and lips down her back and spine, his cockhead sliding into her asscrack. Robin stiffened as she felt his bulbous crown touch her asshole, fearful he might attempt an entry. She relaxed when it moved lower after pulsing a fleshy kiss on her anal ring. Spreading her legs, she reached a hand under her belly to pull his thick shaft through her sopping tissues and hold it against her throbbing clitoris.
"Ooh! Zeno! That's good! Right there!" She felt his cockhead pulse a response against her clitoris, and she trembled as a minor wave of orgasms flooded her loins. "Omigod! Wonderful! Zeno!" she moaned.
He backed down to lie between her widespread legs as he nibbled all over her buttocks, down into her thighs, then back up through her cuntal slit to her twitching anus. For a minute or two his tongue fluttered about her tight anal ring, then darted into the center of it. His hands spread her asscheeks wider as he forced the tip of his tongue into her rectum. Rotating her hips, she fucked his tongue that stirred inside her like a thick hot spoon, and again felt a wave of orgasmic delight sweep through her loins. At Zeno's suggestion, Robin turned over to lie on her back. As he suckled her tits hungrily, he placed the shaft of his cock in the top of her slit and slid it back and forth in pressured massage of her pubes.
"I want to feel your cock on my little prick, Zeno. I don't want you to try to put it in, understand?"
"I won't," he said with a chuckle. "That's five bucks extra, remember?"
Robin threw her legs over the small of his back, reached down between their bellies and spread the folds of her clitoral hood. "Oooh! Zeno! Oooh! Keep it close! There!" Crossing her ankles above his back, Robin freed her ass from the ground and fucked his hard shaft with her stiff little joybud, feeling the cum bubbling up in her, boiling over in successive waves of rapturous delight. Her legs were up in the air now, bent back, widespread, and his face was buried in her tingling cuntal crack. His tongue swept up through her wet tissues to find the base of her clitoris. She screamed her joy... screamed... screamed... as he sucked her pounding miniprick into one wild orgasm after another, continued to suckle her until she felt as though she were nothing but one big, enormous cunt and clitoris pounding out delirious joy for the world. "Please! Zeno! Stop! I can't take any more! " They lay quiet for a long time. Birds sang in the woods. Crickets chirped. Gophers scampered through dry leaves. Recovered at last, Robin turned to the black boy lying with eyes closed.
"You're a darling, Zeno," she whispered, kissing his eyelids and his cheeks, his black skin glistening with her juices. She ran her tongue over his thick, pink lips, savoring the taste of her own juices. "I hope I can do as good a job on you."
For an hour or more, she made love to his flesh, tongued into his tight anus, kissed and tongued the flesh of his asscrack and thighs. At last she settled between his legs, inhaled the strong musky scent around his genitals, then tongued up his hard shaft to take the bulb of his cock in her mouth. She could taste no difference. It was cockflesh, delicious boyflesh, hard and warm and marvelously alive, pumping into her voracious mouth the luscious nectar of his being.
Twilight had settled over the woods as they dressed and got into the car. Zeno was quiet, staring off into the dark woods. He put a hand into his pocket, extracted the five dollar bill, and handed it to Robin. "I can't take this, Miss Cane."
"Zeno! How sweet!" She took the bill, thought for a moment, then reached into her purse. Folding the five dollar bill inside a ten, she gave it back to him. "Take it, please, Zeno, not as pay. I could never give you enough money for what you gave me. Put it in your bank. I want to be sure you go to college." She turned the ignition key and switched on the lights.
"Damn!" he said as Robin put the car in gear, "I wish I could spend the night with you. I don't have to go home. Could we go somewhere?"
"I'd love nothing better, Zeno, but I'm due back at college tomorrow morning." The salt of her tears mingled with the salty residue of his semen in her mouth as she let him out of the car a block from his home.
Robin came out of her reverie standing before her mirror, her terry robe in her hand. She wiped her dripping cuntal slit with the sleeve of the robe, slipped it on, and went out to the kitchen. Bud was still in the pool. Robin took two Cokes from the refrigerator, opened them, and walked out to the patio. The boy was at the shallow end, leaning forward with his hands on the tiled drain trough. Robin stood for a minute, looking at his wet back glistening in the late afternoon sunlight, then walked to the edge of the pool. Seating herself on the concrete ledge, she called out, "Bud! Time out for a Coke!" He turned slowly, dropping both hands into the water before him. "Come on, Bud, before all the fizz goes out of them."
Using a sidearm stroke that kept his back toward her, Bud swam to the edge of the pool several feet to Robin's left. "Gees! Miss Cane! I thought you'd be gone a couple hours... "
"Come closer, Bud, I can't reach you with this Coke." She stretched her hand out almost in front of her to bring him closer. "It was too hot to drive all the way downtown. Besides, I thought you'd take a dip, and I didn't want you to be in the pool alone."
"I couldn't start that darned mower, Miss Cane, and there wasn't any other around. Could you borrow one from your neighbors? I could dry off and dress while you went and asked."
"No hurry, Bud. I may locate one tomorrow and you can cut the grass then." She slapped the concrete beside her. "Be sociable, Bud. Come up here and sit down."
"I... don't have any swim trunks. Would you mind getting me the towel so I... "
"Why Bud! " Robin exclaimed, throwing her head back as she burst into laughter. "Nobody thinks anything of going naked. Why, last summer I spent two weeks in a nudist camp. I felt like a fool the first day, all dressed up while all the others... Of course! I forgot I had this robe on." She shrugged it off her shoulders, loosened the belt, and let the robe drop around her. "There! You shouldn't feel embarrassed. Join me."
Bud's eyes enlarged and his mouth dropped open as he ogled her breasts and pubic patch. A flush spread up from his chest into his neck and face. He gulped his Coke, and gagged. Robin grabbed his arm, swung him around, and slapped his back. "I'm... all... right," he spluttered.
"Don't be obstinate, Bud. Get up here and sit beside me. You could've drowned." She helped him out of the water. "There now! Feel better?"
"Yeah. Thanks." He inched away from her.
She laid a hand on his knee. "You act like you've never been around girls, Bud."
His knee jerked away from her hand as if it were a hot iron. "I never been around girls... with no clothes on."
"You'll get used to it, Bud. I did. I can look at you... any part of you... " Robin leaned forward to stare directly at his genitals. She smiled, noticing his cock swelling. "... and it doesn't bother me a bit." A great warmth spread through her. She loved these preliminary moves in the seduction of innocent boys, controlling every thought, word and deed, touching them lightly, exciting them, closing in at the right moment. "Drink up your Coke, Bud, and I'll race you to the end of the pool and back." Robin set her bottle aside, and stood up.
"Okay. Want a head start?" Bud got to his feet and bent his toes over the edge of the pool.
"I don't need a head start. You'll see. Dive when I count three, Bud. Ready? One, two, three!" Robin hit the water first. She had to fake a clumsy crawl stroke to let him catch up and take a yard lead. "You're good," she spluttered as she made the turn a moment after he did. She let him reach the other end two yards ahead of her. "Whew! I'm a bit chilled. Let's get dried off." They scrambled out of the pool together. "I forgot to bring another towel, Bud, mind using the same one?"
"Uh uh!"
Robin picked up the beach towel from the lounge, handed it to him, and turned her back. "You dry me first, okay?"
"Yeah!" He patted her shoulders as though he were applying powder with a large puff.
"Bud! Rub briskly. It stimulates circulation." She had to brace herself as he rubbed her back and shoulders vigorously. Her buttocks jounced as he dried them. She spread her legs. "Dry the inside of my thighs, Bud. Do a thorough job." Once or twice she thought she detected his fingers brush the hair in her slit. As he finished drying the calves of her legs, Robin swung around to face him. "Not so hard on my breasts, Bud. A girl's breasts are very tender - but then, you know that, don't you?"
"Hm!" He dried both arms, then dabbed gently at one breast, then the other.
"Harder on my belly, Bud."
"Hm!" As he moved the towel over her midriff and belly, Robin spread her legs and bent her knees.
"Up there, Bud." Robin put a hand on his shoulder as his hand shoved the towel into her cuntal crack. He was trembling like a leaf in a heavy breeze. "That's good. Give me the towel and turn your back."
Robin rubbed his back briskly, moved down to his asscheeks, feeling them wobbling under her vigorous massage, then down one leg and up the other. She covered her hand with one layer of the towel and dried the crack of his ass, the tips of her fingers touching his balls and his tight little asshole.
"Okay, Bud." She slapped his buttocks lightly. "You have a nicely shaped ass. Turn around." Robin pretended not to notice his stiff cock jutting out at her. She dried his arms and chest. "I'm a bit tired. I'll finish the job sitting down." Sinking onto the redwood lounge, she motioned him closer. She dried his midriff, then his belly, avoiding contact with his genitals. As she dried his legs, Robin put a hand around him and cupped his slender cheeks. "I was thinking, Bud... you won't tell anyone we swam naked, will you?"
"No! No, no I won't! Honest!"
Robin ran the towel over his hard cock, then dried his scrotum. Her gaze fixed on his throbbing cock. Her hand on his ass urged him forward slightly.
"If someone were to find out, they could think we were doing... you know... "
"Nobody's gonna find out anything from me, honest, Miss Cane." His glans pulsed. A liquid thread swung from its eye.
Robin leaned her head back to look up past his hairless chest to his flushed face. "You ever been with a girl, Bud?" He shook his head vigorously. "What a shame! You have such a... mind if I kiss it, Bud?" She lowered her head to cover her triumphant smile. He rose on his toes to thrust his cock to her lips. Robin sensed the imminence of his climax, and opened her mouth to suck his glans in. Within moments geysers of warm semen burst in the back of her mouth. His hands were clutching her hair as she continued to suck the last drops of his discharge from his shrunken prick. She felt the rubbery mass of his foreskin slide over his glans, and she tongued the loose flesh around in her mouth for a minute or two before releasing his cock.
"Gees! I went off like a firecracker, Miss Cane! I'm sorry. I should have warned you I was coming - shooting off in your mouth like that... " Robin put both hands to his ass and her face to his belly and snuffled laughter into his flesh. "Your cock's so big, Bud, and you came so fast... I had to swallow your cum." Setting her chin on his navel, Robin looked up innocently. She rolled her tongue around the inside of her mouth, then grinned. "Mmm! It tastes good, real good! You didn't mind my swallowing... "
"Gosh no!" Bud pushed her back on the lounge and fell on top of her, his body wriggling and squirming, his hands exploring every inch of her flesh, and his lips kissing her eyes and cheeks and mouth, then suddenly dropping to her breasts and nipples. "I want to fuck you," he growled.
"Where's your hole?" His knees were planted inside her thighs, and his hand held his stiffening cock in her cuntal slit.
"Stop it, Bud! You don't have a condom on. I don't want to get pregnant."
"Shit!" he muttered, "I coulda brought one if I'da known."
Robin wriggled out from under him, urged him onto his back, then knelt astraddle his left leg. "Be a good boy today, Bud. I'm taking the pill, but I have to wait another day or two before I can risk fucking. Today we'll have oral sex... "
"What's that?"
"You'll see, Buddy Boy, you'll see!" Robin settled back on her haunches and moved her ass slightly to one side, to center her asscrack over his instep. She ground her cunt down on his bony foot twice, then scooted forward, keeping the groove of her cunt in tight contact with his shin bone, then his tibia, then his patella, fucking back and forth on each one several times. She was humming snatches of songs interspersed with happy squeals, and cries. "I'm fucking your footbone connected with your shinbone and I'm fucking your legbone, Buddy lover-boy! I'm fucking every bone in your body - MMM! MMMM - I'M COMING ON YOUR KNEEBONE! OOOH! BUDDY! I'M COMING ON YOUR THIGH-BONE!"
"Geeee-sus!" Bud cried, grasping her hips and tossing her up and down on his bucking legs and body, "Come! Miss Cane! Come all over me! I can smell your cum... I can feel it smeared... "
"I'm fucking your belly-hole, Buddy... now your tummy... now your left tit... OOH! I can feel your tiny nipple kissing my stiff little prick... now your right tit... OOOH! BUD!I'M GETTING CLOSE AGAIN! HOLD YOUR CHIN UP... HIGHER! I'M FUCKING YOUR CHIN, BUDDY! OH, BUD! SHOVE YOUR TONGUE UP MY CUNT, BUD DARLING! GOOD, GOOD, GOOD! I'M FUCKING YOUR NOSE, YOUR TONGUE, YOUR MOUTH... DARLING! HERE I COME... ALL FOR YOU... OOOH! For you... oooooh!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning Robin could hardly get out of bed. The tendons on the inside of her thighs felt stretched beyond limits, the muscles in the small of her back and in her ass felt strained, her tits were red and raw with teeth marks-and her asshole was sore. Like a kitten with its first scent of catnip, Bud had gone after her cunt with crazed hunger and crazy playfulness. Robin finally got his face out of her pussy at six o'clock by phoning the Chinese restaurant at the nearby shopping center for an order of chop suey and egg foo yung. She had insisted on a shower after they had eaten, but Bud was back at her cuntal trough for his dessert. Robin had swung her body around after she had come twice, thinking a session of sixty-nine would slow him down. She sucked enough semen out of him to fill an eight ounce cup, she thought, but the boy still suckled her clitoris. It seemed to Robin that she had been in a state of orgasm for months. Her joybud was in physical misery, and her cunt felt sorely abused.
"Bud!" she had said finally, "would you like to fuck me?"
"Oh boy! Would I!" He had rolled her over on her back, kneed her legs apart, and settled on top of her. His hand grabbed his hard cock. "You better put it in, Miss Cane."
"Right! Be careful, Bud. You can't put it in my cunt, remember!"
"How we gonna fuck?"
"Fuck me up the ass."
"Shit! " Robin laughed. "Maybe! Take it easy, Bud. My asshole's pretty small." She should have used a whole jar of Vaseline she thought later, instead of a copious layer of her cunt juice. It hurt like hell when he shoved his cock into her. It hurt worse as he continued to bang into her rectum, rotating his ass in wild swings as his stubborn cock refused to blow. Meanwhile his teeth bit into her breasts and nipples as lust drove him beyond control. Robin had finally managed to get him out of the house by eleven o'clock, and dropped him in front of his home at eleven-fifteen.
Robin soaked in a hot bath for half an hour, relieving some of the soreness, but the sense of shame and guilt was worse than ever. She began to suspect she harbored some sort of evil monster within her, planted perhaps by that most evil of men, Mr. Goggins, and now developed completely beyond her control. There had to be something wrong with her, Robin thought. 'I can't imagine Mother seducing a twelve-year-old boy, nor Father... Migod! I shouldn't dare to even think such a thought!' Bud Riggs failed to come to school Tuesday. Robin was glad she need not face him this day. By the time she completed her last class at two in the afternoon, she was almost at the point of collapse . At home a few minutes later, Robin stripped off her clothes, tossed them on a chair, and fell into bed, sleeping soundly until the telephone wakened her a few minutes after five. Reaching for the receiver, Robin yawned into the phone, then spoke.
A man's voice answered her sleepy "hello". "Sounds like 'Sleepy Time in the Suburbs'. This is Bob Morris. Hope I didn't wake you, Miss Cane."
"Who is this?" Robin sat up, fully awake.
"Bob Morris. You're Robin, I would guess. I'm a partner of your dad's... "
"Oh, oh yes! I remember, Mister Morris. Dad's spoken of you... he's not home. He... "
"I know, Robin. I wonder if he took my attach' case home with him last Friday by mistake. Would you mind checking... it's a black one. I see he left his here at the office."
"Hold on, Mister Morris. If it's here I know exactly where I'll find it. One moment!" Robin went down the hall to the den. A black attach' case was on the floor beside the desk. The initials "R.J.M." were stamped in gold beneath the leather handle. Returning to her bedroom, she said into the phone, "I have it, Mister Morris."
"Good! It's filled with a file of papers I need to examine tonight, Robin. Would you mind if I stopped by to pick it up?"
"Not at all. What time?"
"Six o'clock okay, Robin?"
"I'll see you." Robin cradled the phone, wondering what Mr. Morris looked like. He had a deep and resonant voice. Dad had spoken of him a number of times six months ago when he had discussed him with Mother as a prospective partner in the Cane Sales Agency. All that Robin could remember about him, however, was that he was a bachelor under thirty years of age. Deciding she would go out for dinner and go to a movie afterward, she bathed and dressed. By a quarter of six she was seated in the living room watching the news on TV. A few minutes later the doorbell chimed. Robin opened the door to find a young man of medium height with brown hair carefully combed over both ears. Long bushy sideburns flared out on his cheeks to meet the ends of his full mustache.
"Robin?" White regular teeth flashed in a pleasant smile beneath his mustache.
"Mister Morris? Won't you come in?" Robin showed him into the living room. "Have a seat. I'll get your case." When she returned to the living room, he was leaning forward staring intently at the TV screen. Robin stood to one side, regarding his well-shaped head and attractive profile, thinking that if she ever did date a young man, it would be someone like Bob Morris. She had gone through college refusing to date any boy. Because of her unusual ability in grammar and high schools, Robin had skipped grades, and on entering college, was several years younger than any of her classmates. The two years she had spent under the evil dominance of Mr. Goggins, doing any and every act he could imagine to satisfy his weird lust, had embittered her as to relations with any older male. Not that she had not taken enormous pleasure in such lustful actions-she resented the fact that she had been forced to do them, and even more deeply resented the very fact that she had enjoyed them.
"Gosh, Robin!" Morris said, jumping to his feet, "I didn't hear you. These color TV sets are really something else, aren't they? I must get me one soon."
Robin held out the case. "Would you like to see the rest of the news? You're welcome to stay for a while, if you like."
"Thanks, Robin." He took the attach' case from her, glanced at it, and set it on the chair, "That's it, all right. I can't stay - not today, Robin. I'm going to have dinner, then go home and do my homework." His glance swept over her. He smiled, "Looks like you're dressed for a dinner date."
Robin shook her head. "I never date," she said. "I am going out for dinner, then maybe a movie."
He tilted his head, squinting his eyes in query. "I seldom date either, Robin, because I'm so damned busy with business. How about the two of us taking an evening off and enjoying a steak. I'll get you back home early. I have a lot of work to do tonight."
"All right! Fine! I'd better get a sweater. Won't be a minute." I'm safe with him, she thought, slipping on a beaded evening sweater. She was not quite sure what she was safe from, but he was at least ten years older!
"Got any preferences, Robin?" Morris asked as he helped her into his Chevrolet. "I usually go to The Steak House when I eat out. Like steak?"
"I sure do. I'm hungry."
Morris got behind the wheel, started the motor, and turned to smile at her. "They have a nice little dance band. Do you like to dance?"
"Hm!" Robin muttered noncommittally. She began to realize how gauche she was in the normal social relationship between a man and a woman. Not once had she ever stepped onto a dance floor in the arms of a man. Worse, she had no small talk to keep a conversation flowing. On arrival at the restaurant, she was near panic at the thought of trying to dance, yet how could she gracefully refuse? As the head waiter seated them in a corner booth, Robin recalled her mother's easy manner when her father had taken the family out to dinner. She handed the large menu to Morris.
"Why don't you order? You know what's good here, Mister Morris."
"I'd be glad to, Robin - and please! My first name's Bob. Like martinis?"
"Yes, thanks, Bob."
Bob raised two fingers as a waiter approached. The waiter nodded and withdrew. "I always have a martini before a steak." His brown eyes twinkled. "I'm surprised he didn't ask for your driver's license."
"Why, Bob?"
Laughter crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Forgive me, Robin, but you're such a lovely, dainty young lady - you look no more than sixteen."
"I'll be nineteen next February."
"Yes." His smile was warm and friendly. "Your father told me you got through college at an early age, and I understand the minimum age for a teacher in Ocean County is eighteen." The waiter set the drinks before them. "To you, Robin, and a lovely evening."
Robin seldom drank, but she raised her glass eagerly. She needed the relaxing effect she always felt after one martini. Three musicians mounted the small platform as they finished their drinks.
"Would you like another one, Robin?"
She shook her head, very slightly. The martini seemed a bit stronger than usual, and she was a bit giddy. She felt the flush in her face, the warmth in her stomach, and the weakness in her legs. The musicians began to play.
"How about a dance before we order?" Bob was already on his feet, moving the table aside to help her to her feet.
Robin looked up into his eager face, a nervous giggle in her throat. "I'm really not very good... "
"Nonsense! A girl with a figure like yours?" He took her hand and urged her to her feet. "I'm the one with two left feet." Bob steered her through the narrow aisles between tables with his hands on her hips. Robin turned into his arms as they reached the dance floor. She stumbled several times before she caught the rhythm of his movement, then seemed to settle into a graceful stride. The music was slow and dreamy. She warmed to the feel of his strong arm around her waist, and his hand on the small of her back urging her this way, now that way as he turned her in slow, easy circles. The fabric of his tan double-knit jacket was smooth to her cheek, and the odor of his cologne exciting. "I thought you couldn't dance," he whispered in her ear.
Robin leaned her head back to look up at him, knowing her excitement showed in her glittering eyes. "I thought I couldn't either," she replied with a grin. She was suddenly aware that her action had forced her pubes against his crotch, and she hastened to back off before she roused a worrisome response. The music lasted through a medley of three or four songs. Flushed with this hitherto unknown pleasure, Robin returned to their table, her hand in Bob's as she regretfully followed him.
"Oh, Bob! I enjoyed that," she said, her face glowing, as he seated her, moved the table in and sat down.
"We'll do it again, Robin, as soon as I get a food order in." He summoned the waiter, ordered steaks, salads, and a baked potato. "I like mine rare, Robin. And you?"
"I like my meat pink," she replied, then blushed and lowered her eyes.
"Pink is a nice color, isn't it?"
Robin wondered if she detected a note of sly amusement in his voice. The music started up again, and they returned to the dance floor. Feeling much more relaxed and comfortable, Robin was more aware of their close body contact. No wonder women enjoyed dancing, she thought. She thrilled to the touch of his thigh between hers on tight turns, the pressure of his hipbone against her pubes, and the warmth of his hand on her back just above her buttocks. Several times she sensed his cockflesh on the inside of her thighs, although he made no attempt to maintain the fleeting contact. What thrills she had denied herself, the everyday pleasures normal men and women found in legitimate social contacts, such as her father and mother had enjoyed. How sweet it must be to fall in love with a mature and handsome man... like Bob! And not to seek the lustful joys of seduction of small innocent boys.
The steaks were delicious. Bob ordered brandy with their coffee. They danced again before leaving. Robin seemed to float about the dance floor in a rosy haze of romance, sensing Bob's warm intense interest in her, yet grateful for the cool control he exercised over his obviously aroused physical passion for her.
On the way home, Robin slid over to sit close to him. He put an arm around her shoulders and squeezed her upper biceps.
"You're quite a gal, Robin! I had a wonderful time."
"So did I, Bob, a really wonderful time." In the driveway, Robin got out of the car. Her nervousness returned. How do girls act on their first date? How far do they let their man go? A kiss at the door? She put the key in the lock, and opened the door. "How about a cup of coffee, Bob, before you leave?"
"Thanks, Robin, but I'll just pick up my attach' case. I left it on the chair in the living room. I got several hours work ahead of me tonight."
"Come in." Robin was disappointed. Bob hadn't even kissed her! He crossed the room, got his case, and returned to the door. "When will I see you again?"
Bob set his case on the floor. "This is Tuesday. I have a business deal tomorrow evening. Are you free for dinner Thursday night?" Robin nodded. "Good! I'll pick you up at six." He put his arms around her to lift her off the floor.
"Jesus!" he whispered, "you're lovely, Robin!" His lips were warm and tender. Robin threw her arms about his neck, and ran her hand up and down his back as she felt the tip of his tongue brush the inside of her lips. "Mmmm! You taste good!" he whispered.
Robin opened her mouth to suck in his stiff, probing tongue. She could feel his cock, hard and upright in his slacks, pulse against her belly, a huge cock swollen with love for her, a mature man's cock pounding its expression of his love.
"Darling!" he whispered, "Oh my lovely darling!"
Her whole body flamed with passionate desire. He let her descend slowly, her clitoris sliding over the length of his hard throbbing cock until her feet reached the floor. Robin sagged against him. She wanted him! God! How she wanted him! He released her, stepped back, and reached for his case.
"Bob!" she moaned.
"Jesus! I nearly forgot myself. Robin! I'm sorry. I better go! Thursday night. Six o'clock!"
He was gone! Robin stood in the doorway, tense, tears flooding down her cheeks. She waved as he backed out of the driveway. "Thursday night, darling!" he called as he drove away.
Robin closed the door. Shaken and somewhat embittered, she leaned against the door. She had never been so thoroughly aroused. Why had he fled without satisfying the craving he had induced in her? She walked slowly into her bedroom and flicked on the light switch. Undressing, she stood before her dresser mirror. Was this the way men in love acted? She ran her hands over her breasts and belly. The furrowed lines in her brow vanished. Her eyes lighted with joy. 'Of course!' she thought, 'that's exactly what they do! They don't think of their loved ones as a piece of ass! They don't try to fuck them the first moment... Joyous laughter burst from her throat as she pirouetted about the room, hugging her dress to her breasts. "He loves me! He loves me! He loves me!"
Robin hung her dress in the closet, kicked off her shoes, and went into the bathroom. The crotch of her panties was soaked. She slipped the waistband over her hips, let them fall to the floor, then stooped to pick them up. Putting the wet crotch to her nose, she inhaled deeply. The scent seemed to be different somehow. She tossed them into the hamper, and glanced at her reflection in the wall mirror. There was a glow about her face she had never seen before.
'I'm in love!' she thought. 'Wait till I tell Mom and Dad! At last I'm one of them!' Seated on the toilet to void a full bladder, she spread her legs wider to examine her genitalia, quelling an urge to finger herself to a release of the tension built up in her since her first dance. "You're not mine alone anymore, little pussy!" she whispered. "You belong to my love!"
CHAPTER FIVE
At school the next morning, several teachers had called a cheery greeting as Robin walked down the hallway to her class. Alice Conners. a young blonde teacher with whom Robin had had a pleasant conversation the first day of school, joined her.
"Robin! You look radiant this morning! What's up?"
"I had a dinner date with the most fascinating man last night. I'll tell you about it at the lunch break. I see all my little charges are waiting for me."
"I'll want to hear all the gory details, Robin. Be seeing you."
Robin sailed through her morning classes with an enthusiasm that seemed to infect her students. The only factor disturbing her throughout the morning was the sight of Bud Riggs, worshiping her with his large, soulful, gray eyes. She cursed herself for having yielded to the evil urge to fellate him on Monday. Unless she could find a way to free herself of this sick attachment, she could lose everything she had found last night. The noon bell resounded in the hallway. Robin dismissed the class, and gathered up her books and papers. Bud was waiting for her as she left the classroom.
"Miss Cane, could I talk to you for a minute?"
"I'm sorry, Bud. Later, maybe."
Alice Conners strode up. "You ready for that talkfest, Robin?"
"I'll see you later, Bud." Robin swung into step with Alice.
As they moved down the hall, Alice said, "I don't know that boy, Robin, but he looks like trouble."
"He's a nice youngster. Why do you say that?"
"I've been teaching for three years, honey," Alice replied. "He's in love - with you."
"Omigod! " Robin shivered.
Alice laughed. "You have to watch these kids, boys and girls. Any one of them's liable to fall in love with any one of the teachers. You can get in a peck of trouble if you're not careful."
"You frighten me, Alice. Have you had any trouble with... " Robin cut her question short as a tall, skinny man in a dark-blue suit approached. "Good morning, Mister Shure," Robin called out pleasantly.
"Good morning indeed, Miss Cane, Miss Conners."
Alice walked on in silence, keeping her eyes downcast. She waited at the door of the teachers' lounge. "Jesus, Robin! Watch out for that bastard!" Alice said, holding the door open.
"What's with him?" Robin asked.
Alice watched Shure for a moment, then followed Robin into the lounge. "Don't ever let him see you and your little love-sick Bud Riggs together, or you'll end up in Shure's 'trained seal' act. Here are a couple of lounge chairs, Robin. Sit down and tell me all about your superman last night."
At the two o'clock bell, Robin gathered up her papers, glancing up nervously to see if Bud had remained behind, but she couldn't see him in the crowd of students filing out of the room. When they all had gone, she picked up her briefcase and headed for the door, dreading the encounter with Bud in the hallway. But he was not in sight. She waved to Alice Conners standing outside her classroom surrounded by a group of girls, and hurried to the parking lot. The air was hot and muggy, and Robin got behind the wheel of her car, thankful she had left the windows open. She drove out of the parking lot and turned left, slowing the car for the YIELD sign at the first corner. Turning her head to glance up and down the intersecting street, Robin happened to look up in the rear-view mirror.
"Omigod!" she cried, "Bud! What are you doing in my car?"
"It's Wednesday, Miss Cane, remember?" Bud grinned happily at her in the rear-view mirror.
"Get down on the floor, for god's sake! There are kids all over the streets." Near panic, Robin drove several blocks, turned right, drove several more blocks, then pulled into the curb. "Get out! Hurry! If somebody sees you, Bud... "
"Naw!" Bud said from the floor of the car, "you promised, Miss Cane."
"I'm sorry, Bud. That's all changed. Please get out! I'll explain later." A woman stepped out on the porch of the house where Robin was parked, a small rug in her hands. She stared curiously at Robin as she leaned over the railing to shake the rug. "Stay where you are, Bud," Robin cried out in alarm as she put the car in gear and drove off. She could think of no alternative. She would have to drive Bud to her house, and explain the peril he placed her in. He was a sensible boy. He would understand. Half a block from her home, Robin lifted the remote control box from the seat, pressed the button to open the garage door, and drove the car into the two-car garage. Switching off the engine, she pressed the button to close the door, and stepped out of the car.
"Come in, Bud. We'll have a Coke and I'll explain this to you." He followed her into the kitchen. "Have a seat. I'll be with you in a minute."
In her bedroom, Robin dropped her case on the floor, gripped the edge of the dresser while she closed her eyes and sought control of herself. All the sins of her lustful past were swarming in on her, fouling her mind and threatening her sanity. The ominous warning Alice had given her, and the young boy's presence were like hot winds of evil, suffocating the tender bud of romance before it had a chance to bloom. Robin went into the bathroom. Seated on the toilet, she loosened a forceful stream of urine that hissed into the bowl, then wiped herself dry. Recalling the thrill of last night as Bob had lowered her on his throbbing pole of joy, she spread her knees, and fingered apart the fleshy hood over her clitoris.
"This is yours, lover, all yours," she murmured, "or will be tomorrow night!" Her finger circled the base of her clitoris. A spasm of delight swirled up into her belly. As insurance against her own lust with Bud's presence in the house, Robin fingered herself into a quick, minor orgasm.
She returned to the kitchen. Bud was not seated in the breakfast nook. "He must be out in the yard," she muttered. Taking two Cokes from the refrigerator, she opened them, and went out to the patio. Bud lay naked, sprawled on the redwood lounge. "Wanna take a dip first, Miss Cane?" he asked with a wide grin.
"No, Bud." Robin handed him a Coke, and sat in a lounge chair facing him. "I want to talk to you." She waited for him to speak, or to leap to his feet and kneel before her, clutching her thighs to get at her pussy. Instead, he lay quietly, his large gray eyes regarding her intently. The boy was obviously too shy to initiate action, she thought. Against her will, her gaze moved down over his boyish chest and his flat belly, and came to rest on the soft mass of his cock. Perhaps he was wise beyond his years! Saliva welled in her mouth, and her vagina began to leak juices into the crotch of her panties as she watched with growing and uneasy desire the swelling of his cock. Like a sleepy serpent shedding its skin, the flabby foreskin receded, baring the shiny bulb of his glans. Robin cleared her throat, raised her eyes to look beyond the tempting sight, and asked in a husky whisper, "Bud' Did you tell anyone... about... us?"
"Think I'm nuts?" He grinned. "Uh uh! Not me! I want you all to myself." He looked down at his cock, risen like a palm tree swaying above the thin patch of his pubic hair.
"This is... dangerous, Bud! I have a strange feeling... like the whole world's watching us." Robin again turned her gaze to his throbbing cock. A filmy thread of liquid hung down from the eye of his glans to catch on his belly. Robin crossed her legs, squeezing her cuntal tissues between her hot thighs. 'No one would ever know,' she thought. 'I owe the boy one last... suckoff.' Her throat was dry. She swallowed noisily. 'Just this one last time! One last good-bye to... all this!' "Bud! We can't go on doing this!" A smile flickered over his lips as he studied her gravely. Robin stood up, her eyes fastened on his hard cock. She wet her lips, "Just this once, no more. Okay?"
"I don't know why you're so uptight, Miss Cane. I ain't gonna tell a soul."
"Just this once, I said. Okay?"
"Right! Take your clothes off. My cock's like a firecracker... about to go off any minute."
Robin jerked her dress over head, tossed it on the chair, slipped off her shoes, and tugged her panties down. They eyed each other hungrily for a few moments, then Bud reached out his left hand and thrust it up between her thighs. His fingers dipped into her wet cunt.
"I never thought I'd go crazy over the smell of a girl's cunt," he said hoarsely, putting his wet fingers to his nose. He licked the slick moisture from them. "Lie down, Miss Cane. I'll eat your pussy first."
"Oh no! You'll blow all your good juice, Bud. I'll suck you off, then you can do me."
"Sixty-nine?"
"Uh uh! I can't keep my mind on two things at once." Robin settled between his thighs. Bud raised his legs straight up in the air. Robin nuzzled into the flesh beneath his scrotum, and ran her tongue around his anus. She could sense the semen pulsing beneath the smooth skin of his perineum, and raised her head to engorge the head of his cock.
"OOOOH! MISS CANE! GEES! I'M COMING! TAKE IT! SUCK IT! OOOOH!" His fingers tugged at her hair as Robin adjusted the angle of her chin to engulf the entire length of his cock and catch the geysers of his semen bursting in her throat. She continued to suck the shrinking mass of his flesh, drawing out the last drop of his cum.
"Shit!" Bud cried in exasperation, "I blew like a bunny!"
Robin nodded, smiled despite her mouthful of cock, and suckled his tasty cockflesh. Getting to her knees, she swung around to straddle his chest. Bud took hold of her ass with both hands and pulled her cuntal slit down to his face. While Bud tongued her juices from her cunt, Robin hooked her elbows in back of his knees and forced his legs up and back until his knees rested on the pad on either side of his chest. With his asscrack completely opened to her, she foraged in the crinkly skin of his scrotum and the satiny smooth area of his perineum. She inhaled the fresh yeasty scent of his boy's flesh, contrasting its tangy savor with the musky, slightly sour smell of a man's genitals, as she remembered from her many contacts with Mr. Goggins. 'I wonder if all men smell like Goggins,' she thought. 'If I should go down on Bob... A twinge of conscience pricked her mind, but only for a moment. Warmth flooded through her body. Currents were flowing through her breasts, her back, her belly, down into her loins, firing her with a wild, pounding lust. She took Bud's soft prick into her mouth, sucking it, biting it lightly, as an explosive charge built up ii her clitoris. Sliding her cunt back and forth, she fucked her joybud against his nose, his lips, his hard chin, then mashed her tingling tissues down on his face as orgasmic tremors shook her threshing body.
"Gees, Miss Cane!" Bud gasped from the depths of her cuntal slit, "I'm suffocating! Let me get a breath."
Robin rolled off him to lie on her side. His cock was stiff again, poking at her cheek. "That was good, Bud! Real way out there!"
The boy sat up. "Yeah! Gees, you came a pail-full. I got a surprise for you, Miss Cane."
"What kind of a surprise?"
"This! " Bud leaned over to pick up a small metal box from the concrete. "You said we could fuck today, maybe... I brought a box of rubbers just in case... " Robin got to her feet, a frown on her face. She recalled her promise, but that was before she had met Bob Morris.
"I think we had better call it quits, Bud. We'd better shower." She stooped to pick up her clothes, then asked anxiously, "Where did you get a box of rubbers? Drug stores don't sell them to boys."
"Skinny Wills gave them to me."
"You told him about me!"
"I didn't. I said I had a girl at school I was gonna fuck... "
"I don't believe you. You'd better take a shower and leave." Robin clutched her clothing to her naked body. "Come on!"
"Please, Miss Cane." Bud held her elbow. Tears brimmed in his eyes. "I swear it!"
"How come Skinny Wills has condoms he can give away?"
"He works as a delivery boy in a drug store on Saturdays. He's always got a pocket full of them." He grinned sheepishly. "He needs 'em. I know you won't tell nobody, but you know Millie Swanson, the little blonde in our class?"
Robin nodded. An image of the short but well-built blonde girl came to mind, seated in the front row, wetting her pencil on her tongue before writing notes in a back-slanted script with her left hand. Quite often the little vixen wore no pants, and more than once Robin had glimpsed the blonde-fringed lips of her pink cunt.
"Well, she and Skinny have been goin' steady for a year or more - Millie fucks like a rabbit, Miss Cane."
"So! Whom are you supposed to be fucking today? What did you tell Skinny?"
"Lois Jones."
"The black girl?"
"Yeah! Every kid in school's fucked her - everyone but me."
Robin blinked her eyes, wondering how many other sweet little girls in her class were experienced in sex. She glanced down as Bud opened the box and took out a rubber.
"Skinny told me how to put one on. He said a guy has to leave a little extra rubber at the end. That way you don't blow the end of it off when you come. Want me to show you, Miss Cane?"
"No, Bud, no go. I've heard how often those things break... "
"Gees! You ain't gonna leave me with this hard-on, Miss Cane, are you? Skinny says a girl shouldn't get a guy all heated up and then leave him without... Skinny says a guy can hurt like a sonovabitch if he don't get his nuts off."
Robin laughed. "I've heard that one before, Bud." She tossed her clothes on the chair. "Want me to suck you off again? I'd be glad to, or... "
"Let me fuck you up the ass then, Miss Cane."
"If you're careful this time, and don't act rough. I was sore for two days... "
"I'll be real gentle this time, I promise."
"I'll take it like this, Bud. Remember! Easy goes." Robin raised the end of the lounge and secured the braces, then leaned over with her hands on the pad. Spreading her legs, she reached between them to hold his hard cock. "Let's soak it in my pussy juice first." She slid the glans up and down in her wet slit, then positioned it at her asshole. "Wait till I take a deep breath, Bud, then push it in easy. Okay?" Reaching both hands back to widen her asscrack, Robin breathed deeply, relaxed her sphincter, and said, "Now! Easy!" The crown pressured at her tiny hole for a moment before popping into her. "Hold it, Bud! You're big, big, big." Again she breathed deeply, then exhaled.
"Good boy! Now, fuck me slow and easy. Make it last! I like it!"
It was good! Real good! This was the position she and her brother Tommy had found to be the most satisfying of all those they had tried. Bud was stroking into her with a delightfully provocative and tantalizing movement, filling her rectum with his throbbing cock. His hands fondled her teats, then moved down her belly to finger the top of her slit. As his cock buried itself in her warm insides, she clamped her sphincter around its base to hold his crinkly sac tight against her tingling cunt. "I love being fucked up the ass, Bud. Hold your cock right there and move your balls against my cunt. OOOH! GOOOOOD!"
"Yeah, Baby! I'm next!"
Robin and Bud both froze with Bud's cock buried up her ass to his balls.
"Oh God! Who's that?" Robin squealed.
"Skinny Wills, who else?" The tall, slender boy stepped into Robin's field of vision, already half naked.
"Goddamn you, Skinny!" Bud roared. "How the hell did you... "
"Shit man! You think I fell for that bullshit? You gonna fuck a little black bitch the first time you get a piece of ass! I watched you climb in our pretty little teacher's car at school. I been watchin' you two from those bushes by the fence."
"I hope you've seen enough. Damn the both of you. Let me up, Bud."
"She don't mean that, Bud. Keep pumpin' kid, and don't blow your cool. Man! This broad's hot enough to take care of the whole fuckin' school." Robin burst into tears. "Please! Let me go!" She tried to move, but she was still firmly impaled on Bud's hard cock stuck up her ass.
"I'm sorry, Miss Cane," Bud said tearfully. "I never told him a thing. I'd take it out but your... your asshole's got a hold of it... "
"Hang on, both of you," Skinny cried gleefully. He was naked now, his long, skinny cock standing up like a pink-tipped wand. "How about you sucking me off, Robin Redbreast. That way, who's gonna tell on who?" He lay on his back, his feet toward Robin. She raised up as he scooted his ass up the raised pad, and hooked his feet behind Bud's back. Robin's sphincter had relaxed and Bud was withdrawing his cock. The pink tip of Skinny's cock was within inches of her mouth. As the crown of Bud's cock reached her anus, Robin again locked her sphincter tightly around his glans.
"Wait, Bud!" Robin stared down into Skinny's dark glittering eyes. "Is it a deal?"
"You mean nobody ever says a thing about all this?"
"Yes," Robin replied.
"It's a deal, right Bud?"
"Right with me."
Robin chuckled. "Right with me too. And don't you ever forget it! Let me have that sweet, luscious cock!" She tongued the dew from the meatus. "Now everybody have fun. Everybody comes together, okay?"
Bud fucked into her slowly as Robin laved and loved this fresh, untasted boyish cock. She kissed Skinny's balls, tongued and teethed the crinkly black hair at the root of his shaft, then kissed and nibbled up the underside of his long slender cock. "Man!" Skinny said breathily, "what a marvelous cocksucker you are, Teach! "
"Ain't she something, Skinny?" Bud exclaimed, obviously elated that everything had worked out so well.
"How do you know how well I can suck cock?" Robin asked with a chuckle. "I haven't had it in my mouth yet. Tell me after I've got every drop of jism out of this thing." Robin was delighted. She had never experienced two cocks in her at one time. She opened her mouth to suck the soft-skinned bulb of his prick, and shoved her ass back to meet the thrust of Bud's hard cock probing up into her rectum. Her fingers foraged into Skinny's hairy asscrack to locate his puckered asshole. It refused entry to her thumb. She reached down to soak it in her wet cunt, then moved it back to pressure again at the tight ring, feeling it relax and her thumb pop into his rectum. She stirred it round and round like a cook spooning a mixture of porridge, sensing the quivering hump of his prostate. His cock was much longer than any she had tried to engorge. The knob of it gagged her, but a few adjustments to the angle of her chin enabled her to take the entire length of it as his glans slid into her throat.
"Jeee-susss!" Skinny exclaimed, "she's got all of it!"
Robin could sense the start of Skinny's ejaculation, could feel her own cum boiling, and Bud's fingers tweaking her tit and her clitoris as he pounded his cock into her ass.
"I'M COMING!" Skinny yelled.
"ME TOO!" Bud shouted.
Robin gobbled Skinny's spouting cock as she felt Bud's prick erupt deep in her bowels. She slammed her ass back against Bud as an orgasmic wave burst in her flaming cunt. 'The whole fucking-sucking world's blowing off!' Robin thought as cum swirled through her loins, and died away in a delightful sense of peaceful release.
"I'll take a shower," Bud said as his soft cock plopped out of Robin's ass. "Back in a minute. We'll trade places, okay, Robin?"
"You keep sucking, Teach," Skinny said. "Suck me another hard-on so I can put it up your ass. Gees! I never had so much fun."
"Does your girl friend, Milly, suck you off, Skinny?"
"Sure. Every time we get together, but shit! Teach, could I bring her over some time and have you teach her how to do it?"
"I'm afraid not. I told Bud we're liable to get in real trouble. If anyone should find out... whew! I've had it that's for sure. Can you get it up again?"
"Give it a few licks, Teach, and watch it come alive."
When Bud returned, Skinny was fucking Robin up the ass, his long skinny prick plumbing the depths of her rectum. She found it more enjoyable than with Bud. Skinny was much more skillful, more knowledgeable, and his balls were larger. They seemed to fit more tightly between her cuntal lips. And his fingers played an exciting game with her nipples and her clitoris.
"Did you wash all the crud off, Bud?"
"It's as clean as a lollipop, Miss Cane."
"Good! Lie down here so I can get at it." Robin had never had it so good! 'Never!' she thought. 'I wonder what it would be like to have one cock up my ass, one in my pussy, and one in my mouth---all three coming at once!' Even with her mouth full of cock, Robin managed a smile-a lusting, joyous smile... some day soon she would know... soon... real soon!
CHAPTER SIX
Robin awakened early Thursday morning. A sense of dread clouded her mind, and dulled her awareness. What was it she had to face today? One thing, of course, was the fact she would have to stand on the teacher's platform through the day while two young boys watched her every moment, stripping her naked in their minds, sucking her tits and her cunt and fucking her up the ass, mentally, while she tried to keep her wits about her. She coughed up an accumulation of phlegm. It tasted like cum.
'Migod!' she thought, 'I've never sunk to such depths of lust!' The boys had stayed until ten, both swearing they would not be missed at home. After Skinny had come in her ass, the three of them had crowded in the shower stall of her parents' bath. Robin had washed the slime off Skinny's prick. The three of them had stepped out of the shower, and lay down on a beach towel which Robin spread over the yellow nylon carpeting. With Robin lying on her right side, Skinny fucked her between her breasts, while Bud fucked her asscrack from the rear. It was weird! Crazy! Delightful!
Robin had ordered Chinese food, and after a hearty meal, they were back at it again, trying everything they had ever imagined, except for normal coitus. Robin had refused their passionate pleas, with no explanation, satisfactory to either of them. That was what was worrying her, she remembered. This was Thursday! She had a date with a man she loved!
A cry of anguish burst from her lips as she sat up.
"Oh God!" she moaned, "I can't face him tonight!"
Weeping, she made her way into the bathroom and switched on the lights. Standing before the mirrored wall, she forced herself to look at the reflection of her naked figure. She touched a finger to her dainty, rounded lips - lips that had closed around the cocks of two young boys... how many times? At least three times with each one - maybe it was four, maybe even five times. The taste of their jism was still in her mouth, despite the vigorous brushing of her teeth. And these tits! Sucked... fucked... And this pussy! Mauled and chewed and sucked until she had yielded cups and cups and cups of juices distilled from her cuntal tissues by greedy, sticking mouths - and each drop given up in a wild orgasm of rapturous delight!
"I am what I am," she muttered in desperate resignation, "a horny, lusting little nympho! I seduced my young brother-when he was in diapers! Where did this frightful lust originate?" She thought of her mother, and her father-sweet, normal, sensible people. "I'm lost! I can never hope to attain normality, or learn to love a man!" Crying quietly, she sat on the stool. Strings of semen dripped from her anus to mingle with her urine in the bowl. "I'll tell Bob when he calls tonight that I've decided not to see him again," she said aloud.
By the time she had showered and dressed, she felt better. Perhaps it had been her failure to accept herself as she was, instead of striving to emulate her parents, that had been the root of her disquiet. She had a quick breakfast of orange juice, milk, and toast. Except for the dreaded task of rejecting Bob by phone tonight, Robin felt she could face anything that might come up today. She left the house in relatively good spirits.
Both Bud and Skinny gave her a pleasant smile as she stepped up on the platform, and consciously kept their eyes averted to save her embarrassment. Robin saw that Millie was in rare form, displaying her naked pussy while she painstakingly wrote in her notebook. She looked away every time Robin glanced her way. In the teachers' cafeteria at noon, Robin joined Alice Conners. She had been anxious to have Alice expand on her cryptic remark about Mr. Shure, but two other teachers sat down at their table.
Robin got through her last class of the day with difficulty. Weary and sleepy at the two o'clock bell, she gathered up her papers and stuffed them into her briefcase. As she passed the principal's office, Mr. Shure stepped out and beckoned to her. She followed him into his inner office. He shut the door, and motioned her to a chair beside his desk.
"Well, Miss Cane, I've been hoping for a chance to talk with you." His black eyes, close-set in his sharp-featured face, slid over her figure like an expert handicapper judging a horse he was about to bet on. Robin pressed her knees together and tugged the hem of her minidress down a fraction of an inch. "And how does our young teacher find things here?"
"Fine, Mister Shure, just fine." She tried to put warm friendliness into her smile.
"And how do you get along with the boys in your classes - and with the girls, I should add?"
Robin felt as though she were suddenly plunged into a sea of ice.
"Why... why... very well... I think." Her voice rose a shrill octave as she finished the sentence lamely. A horsefly buzzed at the window, trapped by the pane of glass.
Shure leaned back in his chair, his elbows on the arms of his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his thick lips. Again his eyes scanned her figure, resting on her thighs. "Hm! You are a very attractive young woman." he said.
"Thank you, Mister Shure." Robin essayed a light laugh that somehow sounded like a groan. "I have an appointment at the hairdresser. Did you have something special you wished to discuss?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do, Miss Cane." He leaned forward in his chair to pick up a folded sheet of paper from his desk. "Do you know of anyone who might hate you enough to... let's say, spread nasty rumors about you?"
A hot flush spread like a brush fire up from her breasts to her face. Even her scalp felt hot. She tried to speak but her throat tightened, choking off all sound.
"You might read this, Miss Cane. I found it on my desk when I returned after lunch. My secretary was not in the office when the person, whoever he or she was, put the note on my desk. No one but me has seen it, Miss Cane." He reached out his right hand to give her the note.
Robin unfolded it. She recognized the slanted, left-handed writing instantly. The note read: "Mister sure-you know what's goin on at your school? you better that new teacher thinks shes so kute shes kute arite I seen her suckin one boy off wile another boy fucked her up the ass yesterday rite in her own backyard. you ask her shes fulla shit if she sez no I know... " The note fluttered to the floor as Robin slumped in her chair. She came to a few moments later with Shure hovering over her and applying an icy handkerchief to the back of her neck. He put an arm around her, his hand slipping under her armpit to lift her to a sitting position.
Robin kept her eyes downcast. Her lips moved several times before she could utter a word.
"I'll confirm... my resignation in writing, Mister Shure. You'll have it in the mail in the morning." She started to rise, but he laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Now, now, Miss Cane!" Shure said soothingly, "I get letters like this occasionally about other teachers. I had one about a year ago. You know the teacher involved in that case. And she's still here with us! If you run off before I can check into this thoroughly - why, that would be equivalent to your admitting the truth of this shameful allegation." He laid a hand on her shoulder. "Surely, Miss Cane, you wouldn't want to plead guilty to any such charge."
"It's horrible, just horrible! How can anyone do... I mean... " Shure stooped to pick up the paper. He placed it in his desk drawer, and locked the drawer.
"No one has a key to this desk. No one will see this, I guarantee you." He helped her to her feet, and held her arms while he led her to the door. "You wait here a moment. I'll be right back." He stepped into the outer office, and returned in a few moments. Putting both his hands on her arms, he squeezed them and shook her lightly. "Now you promise me not to tell a soul about this, hear? And come to your classes in the morning. I promise you I'll work this out some way, and nobody will ever know a thing about it. Okay?" Robin nodded. "I checked the hallway. There's not a soul in sight."
"Thanks, Mister Shure, thanks so much. I'm very grateful." She turned to go.
"Oh, one moment, Miss Cane. I saw a piece in the paper the other day. You must remember Mister Goggins."
"Yes, very well."
"He sent in a letter of recommendation when you applied to the Ocean County School Board. He must have thought quite a lot of you, Robin."
"He was very nice. You mentioned a piece in the paper. Mister Goggins didn't die, did he?"
"No. I thought you'd be interested to know that he was indicted for statutory rape."
Robin gasped. Shure chuckled. "Jesus! That's something, isn't it?" He's sixty-seven years old!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
At home, alone and dispirited, Robin made a cup of hot chocolate, and sat in the breakfast nook mulling over her situation. She could see no way Shure could get her out of this horrible mess, and if he could, Robin was certain she would become "one of his trained seals," whatever that meant. On impulse, she opened the telephone directory, ran down the list of Conners. There was no listing for Alice. She started at the beginning and found an A.C. Conners. The address was within five blocks of the school. Holding her fingernail under the number, she lifted the receiver, and dialed the first three numbers, then hesitated. Shure had cautioned her about talking to anyone. Besides, what would she tell Alice? She cradled the receiver. Glancing out the window, Robin saw the scene of yesterday's orgy bathed in bright sunlight.
"That little bitch must have found a knothole in the fence somewhere," she muttered. "I'll have to cheek on that."
The ringing of the telephone on the wall in back of her head startled her. She lifted the receiver.
"Robin? Bob. How are you, sweet?"
Her fingers tightened on the phone. She closed her eyes. This was her last and only contact with a sane world.
"Robin? Are you there?"
"Yes, yes, Bob! Oh thank God you called, darling!"
"Is anything wrong?"
"No! Nothing's wrong, nothing at all. I was just thinking of you. I'm so terribly lonesome."
"Honey, I haven't - thought of anything or anybody but you since I left you a month or a year ago. You haven't forgotten our date tonight, darling?"
"Gosh no! Six o'clock?"
"Right! Damn, if I didn't have two more appointments this afternoon, I'd be out there with you right now."
"Oh Bob! I can't wait to see you. I'll be dressed and waiting. Good-bye, darling!"
Robin placed the receiver on the hook, and rose to wash out her cup at the sink. As she glanced out at the redwood lounge on the patio, she shuddered. No trace of her rutting actions of the day before could be seen in the clear bright air. She couldn't erase it from her mind but she could and would cleanse every remnant of it from her body.
She stripped off her clothes in the bathroom, and took down the enema can from the linen closet. Filling the can with a warm soapy solution, she cleansed herself internally, flushing away every stringy remnant of semen. Then she douched, and scrubbed her vaginal slit with hot sudsy water. After brushing her teeth, she gargled with a strong solution of mouthwash. The purification ceremonies lifted her spirits, and she broke into song. If she could not offer her lover innocence, she could present him with a thoroughly clean body, and an unbroken hymen tonight. For more than an hour, Robin lay in a tub of hot, sudsy' perfumed water, before soaping herself thoroughly.
When she lay down to catch an hour's nap. Robin felt completely clean, physically.
The alarm awakened her at five o'clock. She got out of bed, feeling refreshed and excited. Standing before the mirror in the bathroom, she straightened up to her full five feet, inhaled deeply several times, then put her hands above her head and bent to touch her toes five times. There was a warm glow in her face as she looked into the mirror. She ran her hands slowly over her breasts, belly, and hips, enjoying the feel of her smooth, soft skin and the sensuous sweeping curves of her flesh. Touching her pubes with a caressing hand, she murmured, "Tonight you will know love, true, tender, mature love!" Robin felt as holy and consecrated as a virgin preparing herself for her first night with the one and only love of her life. She showered, lathering herself with a fresh bar of highly perfumed soap.
At ten minutes to six, Robin stood at the window of the living room, dressed in a light-yellow dress with a tight bodice that outlined her small, pear-shaped breasts and her budded nipples. Underneath, she wore nothing but Bikini panties that covered less than half of her buttocks. Tense with excitement, she cupped first one breast, then the other, as she kept watch. The telephone rang. She dashed out to the kitchen and lifted the receiver.
"Robin? This is Alice Conners."
"How are you Alice? I was thinking about you this afternoon."
"I've had you on my mind since I left school this afternoon, Robin. I wanted to call sooner but I've been to the beauty shop. I was thinking... I saw fuzz-nuts call you into his office. I waited outside but you were in there so long, I had to run."
"Yes, he wanted to know how I was doing," Robin said guardedly.
"I can imagine! Look, Robin, I think you and I should have a little talk. Are you busy tonight?"
"I have a dinner date. He should be here any minute. I'd love to talk to you. Could we get together tomorrow night?"
"Let's see, tomorrow's the third Friday of the month, right? If I'm right in my suspicious mind, honey... " Alice paused to laugh sarcastically. "... we'll see each other tomorrow night for sure! See you at school in the morning. Have fun!"
Robin hung up. Her brow furrowed in puzzlement.
"What did she mean by that?" she muttered, returning to the living room. The headlights of a car illuminated the room. Robin grabbed her purse and rushed out the door.
"That's what I like in my women," Bob said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, "right on the dot." He opened the car door for her, helped her into the seat, then kissed her on the lips. "Of course, there are other things, too."
"Tell me about them over dinner, Bob. I'm hungry."
"Right!" He slammed the door, walked around the car, and seated himself behind the wheel. "And what's your pleasure tonight?"
"Need you ask? Back where it all began. I want to be sure it wasn't magic." She slid over to sit close to him as he backed the car out of the driveway.
At The Steak House, Bob opened the front door for her, and grinned. "I knew you'd want to return. I reserved the same table." He gripped her arm as they followed the head waiter to their table. Robin, feeling loved and wanted, pressed her arm tightly to her breast, snugging his strong male fingers against her.
Seated, Bob ordered two martinis and steaks at the same time. "We don't want to waste time, Robin. I thought you'd like to see my cabin in the woods. Too bad there's only a quarter-moon tonight. You should see it under a full moon. The lake is... "
"Oh, Bob! I'd love to go! Sounds like a place for... lovers! "
"Yes!" He reached out to take her hand. "I just bought it a month ago, You'll be the first girl I've taken out there."
The waiter brought their drinks and withdrew. "Here's to the loveliest girl I've ever known," Bob said, raising his glass, "and to a wonderful, star-filled night!" They clinked glasses and drank. The musicians began to play a slow, dreamy waltz.
"Do we have time for a dance before the food comes?" Robin asked.
Bob got to his feet. "I've got my 'druthers' in this case, Robin, and I'd rather have you warm in my arms than a hot steak in my tummy."
On the dance floor, Robin turned into his arms with confidence, and affection. She snuggled close to him, feeling the strength in his hand on her back, and the delightful hardness of his cock against her thighs. Raising her head, she sniffed the aroma of his cologne. "You smell good!" she whispered. He leaned over to nibble at her ear, his long, full sideburns tickling her cheek.
"You not only smell good, you taste delicious!" When the music stopped, Bob let his hand rest on the curve of her buttocks until the musicians resumed playing. He pulled her close, his hand pressuring the small of her back to force her pubes against his throbbing cock. "Robin!" he whispered huskily, "I think I'm falling in love with you!"
"Mmmmm!" She pressed her cheek to the soft fabric of his jacket, and shivered as he ground his stiff prick into her pubes. She could feel her own miniprick respond with pounding delight as cuntal juices spread in the crotch of her panties. On the point of a minor orgasm, she broke away from him, and said gaily, "I think we'd better get back to the table, darling."
After dinner, Bob ordered coffee and brandy. "Care to dance again, Robin?"
She shook her head. "I'm thinking of that cabin by the lake." Sipping her brandy, she studied his dark, brown eyes, his tanned, full face, and his thick mustache.
"What are you thinking, Robin?"
"I'm thinking I had better watch my step tonight. I think you're feeding me liquor in order to seduce me."
Bob's eyes twinkled. "On a warm night in early fall, with the wind in the pines and wavelets lapping the shore, can you think of anything better to do?"
"I'm not sure," Robin replied softly. A smile flickered across her pixy face. "I've never been seduced before."
Bob's eyes widened. His lips parted in surprise. "Well! Imagine!" His hand closed around hers. "In this day and age!"
"Yes," Robin whispered. "Shall we go?"
In the parking lot, he unlocked his car, then turned to embrace her, kissing her lips with tender reverence. "It's not too far," he said as they turned onto the highway. Robin sat close to him, her hand resting lightly on his knee. He lifted it to his lips, replaced it on his knee and held onto it as he drove. He seemed in a thoughtful mood, yet unable to offer any logical conversation.
"How long does it take to get there, Bob?" He didn't seem to hear her question. The excitement that had roused her earlier had been replaced with apprehension. Defloration was painful she had heard many times. Yet she was determined that Bob was the man she wanted to enter her. 'I'm in love,' she thought, 'I want to love... and to be loved... tonight!' "We turn off at the next dirt road, Robin." His voice had a tremor that his trembling hand accented.
"It's beautiful country," Robin said.
"Not far now," Bob said as he slowed to turn onto a narrow dirt road. He drove for a couple of miles, the headlamps illuminating the dark pines and brush along the road with an eerie, ghoulish light. As they crested a small hill, Bob braked the car to a stop, and turned off the lights. Before them lay a small lake, its surface rippled by a light breeze. On the far side were a few cabins with lights shining dimly in the darkness.
"Oh Bob! It's beautiful"
"Our place is on this side, Robin."
He switched on the bright lights, turned left at a fork in the road, and drove several hundred yards, then braked to swing onto a lane so narrow that the branches of trees scraped the sides of the car. He pulled up in front of a small cabin set in a clearing some fifty feet or so from the sandy shore of the lake. Robin waited for Bob to come around and open the door for her. She stepped out on a carpet of pine needles that crackled in the still night air. Bob stood back as she looked out over the lake. A quarter moon laid a narrow strip of silver across the water. A dog bayed off in the distance. Crickets chirped nearby.
"It's heavenly, Bob!" Robin inhaled deeply of the pine-scented air. "Heavenly!"
"Come see our little place," he said, taking her hand. He led her up three steps to the porch that stretched across the front of the cabin. A porch swing was suspended from the ceiling at one end. Several wooden rockers and a padded lounge were set about. Bob put a key in the lock, opened the door, and reached in to turn on the lights. He swung her up in his arms and carried her across the threshold, kissing her before setting her down. "I don't have much in the way of furniture yet," he said, gesturing toward single cots set against the walls, and a small table and wooden chairs near the small kitchen.
"That's indoor plumbing, though," Robin said, nodding toward a walled off cubicle next to the kitchen. "I hope!" she added.
"Be my guest," Bob said. "I'd better turn on the light for you." He opened the old wooden door and stepped inside for a moment. "If you need any help, holler. I think you'll find all the necessaries."
Robin entered and closed the door. A light bulb dangled from the ceiling. A metal shower cabinet almost filled the space, leaving room for a washbowl with rust stains, a mirror above it, and an old pull-chain toilet with a scrubbed oaken seat. Robin sat down, urinated, then reached for a washcloth. She was not sure what to expect from Bob in the way of preliminaries, so she wet and soaped the cloth, washed and rinsed her pussy well, and dried it on a face towel. Bob was not in the big room when she came out. His jacket and tie lay on one of the cots. Walking over to the door, Robin turned off the lights, and stepped out on the porch. Bob rose from the lounge.
"Would you prefer to go inside, Robin?"
"Oh no! It's perfect out here." She stepped into his outstretched arms. He clasped his hands in the small of her back while his lips moved hungrily over her ears and eyes and cheeks, to settle over her mouth. She felt his cock swell and harden as it crawled down the inside of his thigh. "Mmm!" she moaned, opening her mouth to suck in his tongue. His hands glided down over her buttocks to cup and fondle them, and pull her pubic bone tight against his belly. Fear and excitement sent shivers swirling through the tissues of her breast, belly, back and loins, as they suckled and fenced tongues. His fingers had gathered up the material of her dress, and his hands were clutching her bare ass.
"My darling, my darling!" he moaned, "I want to kiss it!" His fingers worked clumsily to get the waistband of her panties down over her hips. He sank to his knees, raised the hem of her dress up to her belly, and put his lips to her pubes to kiss it. "You don't mind, do you darling?"
Robin arched her back, moving her feet farther apart, and laid hands to his face in an encouraging caress. The tip of his tongue flicked at the top of her slit, setting her clitoris pounding.
"Oooh! Bob! Ooooh! Lover!" she murmured, within a moment or two of coming.
"Let's get this thing out of the way," he said, standing up, and tugging her dress over her head. Tossing her dress on a chair, he held her at arm's length while his eyes swept over her naked figure. "Christ!" he exclaimed, "you're lovely! Lovely!"
He leaned over to kiss her breasts, sucking her nipples like a famished child, while he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and let them fall to the floor. Another slight movement of his hand released his shorts from his hips. He lifted her trembling body by her buttocks and his hard cock slipped between her thighs.
"I'll be gentle, darling!" he whispered, as he stretched her out on the lounge.
He unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed it aside, then knelt beside her. Robin was frightened. His cock had felt like a huge fleshy club between her legs. She was sure that her tiny pussy would never be able to take it. Fearful, she lay cold and unresponsive to his lips and tongue moving over her breasts and belly, into her vaginal slit, and up and down the inside of her thighs.
"I love you, Robin, I love you!" He spread himself on top of her, kneeing her legs apart, and swiping the enormous bulb of his cock in her wet cuntal tissues.
"Don't hurt me, Bob, please!" she moaned as she felt his glans spread her labia. His hand was under her ass, lifting it to bring her vaginal mouth up to his cockhead.
"Tell me if I hurt you, darling! I'll stop!" He pushed harder. "Relax! Let everything go, Robin."
She took a deep breath, then exhaled it quickly. The bulbous flesh moved into her a little more. She gritted her teeth, put her arms around his back, and forced her hips up off the pad.
"Damn! You're tight, honey. Can you take a little more?"
"Hm!" Again she moved her hips slightly, and again he pressured into her, but made little progress. Robin bit her lip against the dull pain spreading through her loins and up into her belly.
"I'd better get something to lubricate your pussy, Robin."
"No!"
"Do you want me to stop? I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you."
"How much of it's in?"
"About half of the glans."
"Put it in, Bob, please! I want it in me." She gritted her teeth and spread her legs wider. "Now!"
She screamed as the crown rammed into her, sending a terrifying jolt of pain up into her back and belly. A black pall dropped over her mind, closing off all sensation.
"Oh God! Omigod! OW What did you do to me?"
Pain swirled around her loins, and her belly, and up into her vaginal barrel that felt as though it were filled with a huge baseball bat.
"Robin, darling! I'm sorry! Christ! I'm sorry!" Bob's lips were touching her cheeks, her eyes, her mouth in a frenzy of repentance. "Should I take it out?"
"No! God! Don't move!" Tears poured down her cheeks. "I... I feel... like... I'm split in two. Don't move a muscle."
They lay for a long time, immobile, while the agonizing pain receded slowly into a dull ache that insensitized her entire cuntal area to every other sensation.
"Is it... all of it in me?" she asked.
"Yes, darling! I'm so sorry... " She shuddered. "No, Bob. Don't be. I asked you to do it. I wanted you to be the one. Just lie still. Let me rest a while."
He kissed her gently on the lips. The pain gradually diminished. Sensation began to seep into her tissues. She felt a warm liquid trickling down into her asscrack.
"I'll have to wash this pad for you, Bob. I think I'm bleeding."
"To hell with the pad."
"OW You're so big! I'm beginning to feel you up in me... must be almost in my throat."
"Not that far, sweet, I'm sure. Feeling a little better?"
"Yes. I... finally know... what it's like... to be a woman." She moved her ass a little. "Try it now, please, but be careful." As he raised his hips, Robin felt a dull ache near the mouth of her vagina, stirred by the passage of his thick cock over the ruptured fragments of her hymen.
"How was it, Robin?" Bob asked, holding his glans just inside of her vagina.
"It still hurts." A triumphant smile spread her lips. "I took it! Bob, I took all of it! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me! I love it!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Robin sailed through the school day on the wings of love, enchanted with her new status as a woman loved and spoken for. Last night, after the first traumatic coitus, she and Bob had fucked twice more and she had come to experience the most rapturous and glorious orgasms she had ever known. He had brought her home at two in the morning, had proposed marriage, and she had tentatively accepted. Bob promised to call her at nine Saturday morning. If he could rearrange some binding business and social commitments he had made, they planned to spend the weekend at their honeymoon cabin in the woods. She had faced up cheerfully to Bud and Skinny in class, and had even been kind to the little mischief-maker, Millie. After all, she was through with childish sex-or sex with children. She was a mature woman, in love and fully initiated into the rites and delights of sex with a man she loved. She had carefully avoided any oral contact with Bob's magnificent cock last night, but her mouth watered at the prospect of making love to his genitals at some future time. She had dismissed the trouble Millie's note had caused her. This afternoon, she would go to Shure's office and if she found he had been unable to straighten it out she would resign immediately. A marriage career appealed to her now. Shure could take his teaching stuff and stuff it!
At noon she had looked for Alice in the cafeteria, but had found her in earnest conversation with another teacher. After her last class, Robin sauntered down the hall to Shure's office door. She saw Alice hurrying toward her, but Shure called to her from the door of his inner office. Robin waved a hand to Alice, shrugged, and followed Shure into his private office.
"Well, Robin, looks like you had a good night's sleep. I gave my secretary the afternoon off, so we won't be disturbed."
Robin's eyes narrowed. What did he have in mind? Sex in the afternoon? "How long will this take, Mister Shure?"
He shrugged. "A few minutes, maybe half an hour at the most. The girl who wrote that note about you will be here shortly. I want you to be present... " Robin blushed. "I don't think I want to get involved. I think I'd better resign and clear out."
"That could cause problems - serious problems for you, Robin. For example you could find yourself charged before the Board of Education, as well as the criminal courts with... " He studied her pale face and the queasiness in her eyes for several moments. "I do want you present, but not here in the same room. The girl won't see you, and you won't see her, but I want you to listen. Trust me, Robin," he said, his sharp features seeming to soften. "I'm quite sure I can work this out so nobody gets hurt."
"How can I be here and not be here... " He laughed. "I have a private washroom. Come take a look." He opened a door in the corner of the room in back of his desk. "Of course," he said with a chuckle, "I can't offer you a seat other than the one that's in here. Take your shoes off so you can't scrape your feet on the floor, and don't make a sound, please! And leave the door open. No one can see you unless I permit it. Better make yourself comfortable. She's due right now." Robin put the lid down and seated herself.
In a minute or so, Robin heard voices in the outer office, then the soft, patronizing voice of Shure.
"Come in, young lady. Have a seat. No. Not that one. Here to the right of my desk. Well now, I read your note, Millie .
"What note?"
"Let's not play games, Millie. Your note about all those terrible things our young Miss Cane is supposed to have done with two boys in her back yard." After a long silence, Shure said, "I recognized your handwriting, Millie. Did you really see Miss Cane do these things?"
"She's a bitch! And my dad always says you gotta put a stop to such filthy... "
"And Skinny Wills was one of the boys."
"Yes! "
"You've been going steady with Skinny for, let's see... it says on these notes I have about you, Millie, that for the past year... "
"You have notes about me? What do they say? I mean... who... " Shure laughed. "I have my informants too, Millie. For instance, a week ago, you were seen fucking Skinny Wills and a friend of his...
"It's a lie... I never... "
"Now, now, Millie, if I cared to - if you'd really like to meet the person who furnished me this information, I'd be glad to arrange it."
"It musta been Billy Baxter. He wanted me to... go down on him... "
"I have a list of quite a few boys you used to go down on a year ago. Then Skinny came along with rubbers he steals from the drug store. You've been fucking him ever since. You also like to have boys fuck you up the ass, Millie."
"I... I... I... "
"Millie! Does Skinny know you wrote this note?"
"Gees! You won't tell him, Mister Shure? He'd never speak to me again."
"I might not, Millie. You and I might make a deal. I'm sure your father would have some ideas as to what should be done to a twelve-year-old "Thirteen, Mister Shure." After a momentary pause, she cried, "Jesus! You're not gonna tell him, are you, Mister Shure?"
"We'll see. Millie, you know what happens to young girls who fuck and suck, and take it up the ass, if the police find out?"
The sound of noisy snuffling filled the room. "Please, Mister Shure, they'll send me away to the Home. I'll do anything for you if you won't tell."
"Millie, you're not the only girl in school who does these things. I know everything that goes on around here. I don't believe little girls should be sent to reform schools. Some girls have a sex drive they can't control. And I'm not one to try to control it for them. I'll make a deal with you. We like Miss Cane. We think she's an excellent teacher. We want to keep her with us. If she really did these things you accuse her of, I'll talk to her. We'll give her another chance. Just as we're giving you another chance. If you promise me not to tell anyone about what you saw in Miss Cane's backyard, I won't tell your father or the police about you. Do you understand? If I learn you have told... "
"I promise, honest, Mister Shure. Honest."
"Okay, Millie. Not a word from you or from me about anyone. Shake hands on that. Run along now. Try playing with boy dolls for a change. Good-bye!"
Shure stood in the doorway, grinning down at Robin. "You can come out now. She's gone. I'm sure she'll keep her mouth shut." Robin stood up, and followed him into his office. Shure sat at his desk.
"I don't know how to thank you, Mister Shure," Robin said. Shure looked up at her and smiled.
"Oh, you'll think of some way. Oh yes, I meant to tell you. I talked to the two boys involved at noon today. Neither would admit a thing. Both swore never to mention the incident to anyone. You can trust them to keep their mouths shut." He looked up at Robin with a sly, knowing smile. "They're both in love with you."
Robin blushed a flaming red. "You handled this like Solomon, Mister Shure. Thanks so much." She turned to go.
"Oh, Robin! I'll have to write this up in a confidential report. I'll need your help, but I have to go downtown to the Board of Education this afternoon. Could you drop by my house for half an hour this evening?"
"A written report? But I thought you said . .
"I have to have something in the files. Suppose something should happen to me a month or two from now, and this matter came up again. We must write up the incident without, of course, giving these kinds of details. Then, you could say that I had thoroughly investigated the whole matter, had found the charges false, and had written a memorandum to that effect. Do you understand? And I can't do this by myself. I'll have to have your advice and suggestions."
"Oh, I see. Yes, that makes sense. Where do you live, Mister Shure."
He took a card from his desk drawer, and handed it to her. "Would eight o'clock be convenient for you?"
Robin took the card, glanced at the address, and put the card in her purse. "I know where it is. I'll be there at eight. Thanks again."
Robin turned at the door. "That poor Millie. I feel so sorry for her. She's certainly a crazy, mixed-up kid."
Shure looked up and nodded his head. "Aren't we all, Miss Cane?"
CHAPTER NINE
As soon as Robin arrived home, she set the alarm to ring at five -forty-five, stripped off her clothes, and got in bed. The telephone rang a few minutes later. She lifted the receiver. "Hello?"
"Robin? This is Alice. What happened in the jackal's den this afternoon?"
"It's a long story, Alice."
"Yeah, sure. It always is. I'd love to talk to you. Got a date tonight?"
Robin paused. She didn't want to divulge the fact that Shure had asked her to go to his house. "Yes, at eight o'clock, Alice."
"Not a dinner date, then?"
"No."
"Good! Robin, I've got to talk to you. How about having dinner on me? I guarantee you won't be late for your eight o'clock date. I have a date too, at the same time. Okay? I can pick you up at six."
"All right. But I can't afford to be late, Alice. It's important."
"Yes, I know. See you promptly at six. Good-bye."
Robin replaced the receiver in its cradle, and tugged at her earlobe. 'I wonder what she has on Mister Shure,' she thought. 'She sure hates him!' Resetting the alarm for five-thirty, she lay back and was soon asleep. If she had any dreams, she could not remember them as the alarm awakened her. Showered and dressed, Robin was standing in the doorway as Alice pulled up at the curb.
"You look like you're going to a party," Alice said as Robin got into the car. "Is that a new dress?"
"Gosh no," Robin replied, laughing. "I love blue." She brushed a strand of hair from her chest. "This is over a year old, but I can't bring myself to throw it away."
Alice was silent for a few minutes as she headed toward the freeway. "Like Italian food, Robin?"
"I love spaghetti. Haven't had any for months. How far is this place? I don't want to be late "
"You won't be!" Alice said grimly, turning onto the freeway. "We'll be there in ten minutes. It's a quiet little place with excellent food and delicious martinis. And tonight! Jesus! I could drink a pailful!"
"Not with me in your car," Robin said.
Alice glanced at her with raised eyebrows.
"Take that remark with a grain of salt, dear. We take the next exit and we're there."
She turned off the freeway at the Fredonia exit, drove two blocks and pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant. The interior was dimly lighted. To the right was a long mahogany bar, with six tables in the center of the small room, and leather booths set against the wall to the left. A waiter in a white coat seated them in the corner booth near the door. "Better join me in a martini, Robin. It's a long night."
Robin nodded. Alice held up two fingers, and said to the waiter, "Martinis straight up, Alfredo."
Robin took a deep breath. "Smells delicious! I could satisfy my appetite by breathing."
The waiter returned soon, set the drinks on the table, and asked if they cared to order. "You know what's good, Alice." Alice ordered two cannelloni and two spaghetti alle vongole. The waiter nodded and withdrew. Alice raised her glass. "To an evening you'll never forget, Robin!"
Robin lifted her glass and sipped, her eyes studying Alice over the rim. "That sounds mysterious. Just what do you mean by that?"
Alice sipped her drink, then crinkled her nose. "I'll explain later."
Robin frowned. "I've been puzzling over your remark for days. What did you mean when you said Mister Shure had a 'trained seal' act?"
Alice leaned back against the booth. "Don't mention that name before dinner, Robin. That's like serving up a juicy turd as an appetizer." She inhaled deeply. Her firm breasts drew the fabric of her yellow dress tight, outlining her thumb-sized nipples.
"Speaking about party dresses," Robin said, her eyes ogling the flesh exposed by the deep cleft, "that sure is one you're wearing."
"It is." Alice again crinkled her nose and smiled sourly. "I've worn this... by request... the third Friday of every month for the past year or so. I am going to a party from here. Now, please, Robin, let's not talk until we've eaten."
Robin enjoyed her dinner. She was a bit giddy from the martini and the wine she had drunk to wash down the delicious Italian food. When the waiter had cleared the table, and brought coffee, Robin leaned against the back of the booth, and glanced at her watch. "We'd better leave soon. I've got to go home and pick up my car."
"That won't be necessary, Robin. I'll drive you there." Alice waited a moment for the shock to wear off. "I'm going to the same party."
"I'm not going to any party. I'm... "
"I know where you're going! I knew it when I saw you entering the jackal's den this afternoon .
"He said he wanted me to... "
"... help him write up whatever messy thing you'd gotten yourself into," Alice said, completing the sentence.
Robin's mouth opened and her eyes widened. "My God! He has something on you, too!"
"Yes, he has!" Alice smiled bitterly. She scanned Robin's pixy face. "You have to be a girl who likes little boys. I'd guess someone tipped him off to an escapade of yours involving one or more young boys at school." She waved a hand to silence Robin's protest. "I'm not making moral judgments, Robin. After all, who am I to do so. Myself! I can't stand a male, young or old. I love taking a young girl to bed." Her eyes lighted up and her tongue wet her lips. "I love sucking a girl's tiny tits. I love the taste of young, immature, female flesh. I love to suck unspoiled cunt, the narrow little slits that yield the fresh, tasty juices... MMMM!" Her eyes were glazed, and her tongue tip emerged from between her lips. With an effort, she regained control of herself. "After all, Robin, it was a teacher of mine who introduced me to the joys of Lesbian love. It was a week after my first period. You have a lust, I'm sure, for the young flesh of boys... "
"And Shure found out about you... "
"The dirty bastard! Yes. He promised to hush the thing up. Invited me to his house to write up a memorandum for the file. When I showed up, there were two friends of his... men... I tried to walk out, but he assured me he had enough evidence to put me behind bars and ruin me. So... you can imagine how I felt. I'd never been with a man in my life. I ended up getting fucked, sucked, and assholed... and one of the men was black!"
Robin was dazed. "Well, I'm not going! I'm engaged to be married! Nobody's going to force me into... "
"I wanted to warn you, Robin. I was afraid you might flip as I almost did when it happened to me."
"My God! He can't get away with this kind of thing. The police... " Alice shook her head. "That's what I thought. One of the men present at my initiation was the county prosecutor! Did you ever hear of Amy Swenson?"
"The young teacher who committed suicide two years ago? Was she one who was trapped by Shure?"
"She liked little boys. She refused to play the bastard's sex games. She was arrested, charged with crimes against nature, and several other things. Released on bail, she took an overdose of sleeping pills the same night she got out of jail. The messy charges were quashed, and never became public."
"Horrible!" Robin exclaimed, "just horrible! Still, I'm sure I could never go through the degradation of a night of weird sex with Shure and his gorillas."
Alice laid a hand on Robin's wrist. "It's better than a thousand nights locked up in a stinking prison. Look! I hate men, Robin, yet I manage to get through one night a month. You like the male of the species, maybe not big male pricks but... you may like it! You ever taken a prick up the ass? Well, Shure's got one belongs in a museum of freaks. It's at least ten inches long, but no thicker than his thumb. You can almost feel it tickling your tonsils. And he'll teach you to swallow the whole thing. When he comes, you can feel it spout directly into your stomach! If I liked cock, I tell you I'd really enjoy the night."
Despite herself, Robin could sense her clitoris twitch and the juice drip out of her cuntal slit. "I suppose I'd better try to go through with it, Alice. "
"Good girl!" Alice replied with a sigh of relief.
"You had me worried. If you failed to show up, and if Shure found out I'd talked to you, I'd be in deep trouble." Alice called for the cheek, paid it, and stood up. "Come on, little seal, let's get going."
At eight o'clock, they pulled up in the driveway of a one-story home of brick and glass in the best residential district in town. The porch light was on. Shure stood on the step, and watched the girls get out of the car. He frowned as he looked at Alice.
"You've been explaining the set-up to our young friend?"
"She understands. I thought I'd better... "
"Yes, of course. Good evening, Robin." He put an arm about her waist. "Come in and enjoy yourself."
His hand slid down to her ass as they entered the house. He led them through the living room, and through a sliding glass door onto the patio. Overhead lanterns illuminated the pool and garden dimly. "Gentlemen, I want you to meet a new member of our Sex For Kicks Club. Robin, this is Hank Billings." A huge naked black man lay on a redwood lounge, his blue-black skin gleaming under a yellow spotlight. He raised a whiskey sour glass in greeting. "Robin, you've read about Hank, the all-pro tackle of the last five years. Hank's out for the season with a knee injury that fortunately doesn't interfere with his enjoyment of sex games." Robin shuddered as she glimpsed the massive bunched flesh of his genitals. "And this is Walt Edwards, Robin." He gestured toward a white man seated in a wicker chair. "Walt is, as you know, our County prosecutor."
"Hi, Robin!" Edwards too raised his glass. Robin noticed his naked paunchy belly, and the fringe of gray hair around his bald head.
"And our dear friend, Will Spencer. Will's just returned from a year at Cambridge."
"Hello, Robin! Welcome!" Will said, his white teeth gleaming in his thin, black face. He stood in the shadow of a pepper tree, his short, slender body catching some of the light from a swinging lantern. Robin noticed he too was "well-hung."
"And of course, gentlemen, you all remember our beloved blonde, Alice Conners."
Robin turned. Alice stood off to one side, completely naked. "Now Robin, how do you like our members assembled for your pleasure? We have an outstanding professional athlete, a legal eagle, and a gifted poet. Alice, pour yourself a drink, and one for Robin, if she wants one. Explain the rules of initiation to her while I get undressed. I'll be back in a few minutes, and I expect to see some action."
Alice moved to Robin's side as Shure went into the house. "Take your dress off, honey. Want a drink?"
"No. My God! What do they expect me to do?"
"Like I did my first night here. Give that big black man a tongue-bath, all over, then suck him off."
"Here? In front of everybody?"
"That's the idea, Robin. No sex for anybody else until you finish the job. Get naked before Shure comes back." She put her lips to Robin's ear. "Remember, that legal eagle's the one who locked up... "
"Yes... " Robin sniffed back tears as she undressed. She felt like a bird in a cage. Everywhere she turned, eyes ogled her naked figure.
"Hey, Robin!" The huge black man lying on the lounge beckoned her. "Let's get going!" Robin approached him, stopped a foot from him. He reached out to grasp her arm and pulled her close. "Hey man! You got a delicious little ass, and luscious little tits." He ran his hand over her asscheeks, pulled her belly to his face, and kissed and tongued her pussy. "... and a tasty cunt! " He looked up at her with glittering dark-brown eyes. "You know what a tongue-bath is, chick?"
Unable to speak, Robin nodded.
Billings rolled over on his stomach. "Do my back first... and do a good job, or you'll have to do it over."
Robin looked down at the man's broad back. An image of Bob Morris superimposed itself on the stretch of black skin before her. She shook her head.
'Forgive me, darling!' she thought, 'I can't help it! Forgive me!' She knelt to straddle the muscular buttocks, and leaned forward. She kissed his neck, tasting the salt of his perspiration, moved her mouth across his shoulders, sensing the sinewy musculature beneath his dark skin. Making a game of it, Robin tongued lightly over the upper part of his back, seeking sensitive spots that started shivers in his tissues. She glanced up once to see Alice and the three men seated nearby, naked, watching intently while they sipped their drinks. Scooting lower, Robin felt the quiver of Billings' asscheeks against her wet cunt, starting current excitement in her loins. Forgetting her audience, she slid her hand around his hip and under his lower belly to touch his massive prick while she licked and kissed his lower back.
"Good, baby, good!" Billings muttered.
Her fingers held the shaft of his swollen cock as she tongued at his coccyx, and his muscled assflesh. She could taste her own slick cum. Aroused, Robin put her knees between his legs, widening his asscrack as she kissed his tasty flesh. Sliding her arms between his thighs, she raised his hips, tongued into his hairy asscrack, kissed the puckered ring of his anus. His huge frame shuddered.
"Man! This chick's with it!" he moaned, "really with it!"
Robin was hungry now - hungry to taste his black, monstrous cock. She kissed down the inside of one thigh to his foot, tongued up from the ankle of his other leg into the musky, tender flesh of his groin and the crinkly skin of his large scrotal sac. She got to her knees, and whispered hoarsely, "Turn over!"
"Yeah! Baby! Go after it! You're really cuttin' it!"
Robin stared, fascinated, at his upright prick. The bulbous crown was a dark pink, its ridge standing out from his thick, black shaft like a mushroom.
"It's... beautiful, Hank... beautiful!" she said huskily. Leaning over, she tongued the liquid string dangling from its meatus, then kissed it lovingly. "You don't mind, I hope."
She spread her body over his immense frame, reached down to position his cock against his belly and her cuntal slit.
"I'm hot! Hot! Hot!" Kissing him passionately, she glided up and down his hard shaft, her clitoris pounding each time it rode over his glans. Her tits pressed against the hair of his chest, warm and tingly, her belly against his muscled flesh, and her cunt groove on his hard cock. Fired with lust, she felt orgasmic jolts of delight burst within her, and cried out as successive waves of rapturous joy flooded out of her. She kissed him again, then, without pause, tongued down his neck, sucked his small nipples, licked his broad chest, midriff and belly.
"Turn around, baby!" Hank cried, "let me have that wet pussy." Robin swung her torso around, and straddled his face. His hands reached up for her hips to pull her cunt down to his face as she nosed into his pubic hair. "Hey! I never smelled cunt so fresh and delicious! Pour it out for me, chick!" He buried his nose in her cunt, his tongue lapping and licking her sopping tissues. Robin hooked her elbows behind his knees, and drew them back to expose his hairy asscrack. She licked his crown, sucked it momentarily, then tongued down his shaft to his balls. Gently, she sucked one, then the other into her mouth, tonguing the crinkly skin, sniffing the musky scent of his groin. Forcing his knees back further, she kissed the smooth, hairless skin of his perineum, felt him shudder as she tongued around his asshole, and jabbed the tip of her tongue past the tight ring. At the same moment, she felt his tongue circling about her anus and forcing itself past her own tight sphincter, while they wriggled their asses in unison. Robin sensed the crown of his cock, wet and warm and pulsing in the cleft of her breasts. She tongued back to his balls, up the shaft of his cock to suckle the tip of his glans.
"Baby! I'm there! You ready?" Hank called out, his words muffled in the folds of her cuntal flesh.
"Yes! Suck it lover! Suck it!" Opening her mouth as widely as she could, Robin managed to engorge his bulbous glans.
'I'm a born cocksucker,' she thought happily, savoring the sweet, delicious meat of his glans, and the metallic, salty taste of his preliminary ejaculation. 'A natural cocklover! I love it in my mouth, in my cunt, up my ass! I love it, love it, love it!' Wetting her middle finger, she put it up his ass to feel his prostate throb as his first spurt of semen began. Hank was sucking her miniprick with fervor, drawing the heat and the delights from her breasts, her belly, and the small of her back into her cunt. Hank's cock tensed, then exploded in geysers of semen at the same moment her own cum boiled over in rapturous ecstasy. She continued to suck his shrinking cock until she had all of it in her mouth and had drawn the last drop of his juice from the flaccid mass.
Loud clapping and whistles caused her to raise her head. The three men were giving her a standing ovation. Alice remained seated staring at her in open-mouthed astonishment.
"No wonder her twelve-year-old boy friends love her!" Shure exclaimed. "You were wonderful, Robin!"
"That's hardly the word," Hank said. He got up and lifted Robin in his arms. "Robin, baby! You ain't with it! Kee-rist! You invented it. You're the most expert, the finest cocksucker the world's ever known!" He kissed her, and rubbed his cheeks against hers. "And you've got the sweetest pussy this side of Neil Armstrong's first big step." He set her on her feet. "She needs a rest. Let's all have a drink."
Alice brought Robin a tall drink in a frosted glass. "Better drink it, honey! You must have a very dry throat!"
"Thanks!" Robin raised the glass to her lips, and glanced at the other men. She would get her fill of cock this night! The pink crown of Walt Edwards' cock jutted up from beneath his paunch, Will Spencer's huge, purplish-pink cockhead looked like a ripe crab apple atop his thick shaft, while Shure's white slender prick jutted out like a rapier.
'Alice was right!' she thought, 'Shure's is at least ten inches long!' Robin put her mouth to Alice's ear. "What else am I supposed to do, suck each one of them off?"
Alice looked at her a moment, a sly grin on her face. "I thought you'd be glad to come. I'm not sure yet, but you're the star of the show tonight."
Will Spencer had lain down on the lounge. "Any time you're ready, Robin."
Robin stepped over to stand beside him. She sipped her drink while she looked down at his slender body with its out-sized cock angling up from his black bushy pubic hair. She would enjoy that either way, sucking or fucking it-any way but taking it up the ass. She cringed at the thought. "Mind if I finish my drink, Will?"
"Not if you sit down and let me suck your tits. I'm a tit man, you know."
"I like having my tits sucked," she said, laughing. She sat on the edge of the lounge and leaned slightly to her left as Will put his arm around her. Resting on his elbow, he nuzzled into her left breast, nibbling at it lightly. "No bites, please. "
"I won't mark you, honey, honest."
Robin took another sip of her drink. Orange juice! Laced with vodka, probably. It warmed her stomach as Will's tongue and mouth were warming her breast. She turned slightly to offer her nipple to his titillating lips and tongue. In a quick side glance, she saw Shure and Edwards standing, with drinks in their hands, keeping an eye on Will and her. Beyond them, Alice knelt on a cushion, her shapely ass facing Robin while she sucked Hank's soft prick. "You're making me hot again, Will." Robin took a deep draught of her drink, and set the glass on the concrete. "What do you have in mind?"
"Do you take the pill?"
"Yes."
He grinned. "Climb aboard, honey, and fuck the hell out of me."
"Good!" Robin knelt on the lounge, and hesitated, not knowing how this worked.
"Face me. I like to have a crack at those tits."
"Right!" Robin replied cheerfully. This would be a first, and very exciting experience for her. She straddled his hips, and lowered her cuntal slit. Clasping his thick prick, she swiped the head of it in her wet tissues. "It's awfully big, Will. I don't know if I can take it."
"Easy does it, Robin. Just put it at your hole and settle down on it. Take your time. We got all night."
Robin again wet the glans in her pussy, then reached a hand to her cunt, wet her fingers thoroughly with the slick moisture and spread it up and down his shaft. "Here goes! " She placed the bulbous head at the mouth of her cunt, and let her weight down. After a few tries, she felt the crown pop into her. "There! It wasn't too bad!" It was warm and big and... very satisfying. She worked her levator muscles, remembering the graphic lessons she had read in several "how to fuck with enjoyment" books.
"Honey, you sure got a tight and tricky cunt."
Robin released her muscular grip on his crown, and sank slowly, inch by inch, on Will's cock. She felt his pubic hair tickle the hairy surface of her clitoral hood, and the crinkly skin of his balls touch her asshole. Every inch of her cunt barrel was filled with hard, throbbing cock. Will's fingers rubbed her nipples into tingling delight as she tightened, then released her anal sphincter.
"Oooh! This feels so good, Will." She leaned forward to kiss him, and felt fingers touch the outer folds of her labia. She turned her head. Shure stood beside the lounge, wetting his fingers with her slick juices, and spreading them over his long hard cock. "What are you doing?"
"Be still, Robin. You'll like it up the ass while Will's fucking you."
"You can't do that!" Robin cried. Will put his arms around her to hold her down. "No! You'll hurt me!"
"Be still, Robin," Will said. "You'll like it. He's not going to harm you. If he does, I'll stop him."
Robin held still while Shure knelt behind her. She felt his cockhead slide up over her coccyx as his fingers dipped juice from her cunt and wiped it around her asshole.
"Take a deep breath, and relax Robin," Shure said. "Relax! Relax!" The crown of his cock slid into her with surprising ease. "There, now, not so bad, eh?" Shure asked. Will throbbed his glans deep inside her as Shure fucked into her rectum. Robin was certain the glans were going to pop out of her mouth.
"Just lie still for a minute, Robin," Will said, "and let us fuck you. Join in when you get the rhythm of it." But she had to raise her ass a little to allow room for Will's withdrawal stroke.
"It feels strange," she said as both cocks moved back at the same time. "Feels like they're both in the same hole." As they moved into her again, she could sense them gliding over the thin membranous tissue separating her two holes. "Feels good! Real good! I like it! Fuck me, both of you! " She laughed happily. "Now, if I only had a cock to suck, everything would be complete."
"Just ask for it, girl. We'll give it to you." Walt Edwards stood at the head of the lounge, his hard cock in his right hand. He knelt astraddle Will's chest, and inched forward until his cock was within inches of Robin's face. "Remember, girl, don't bite it."
"Wait! Be sure you don't lean backward," Will cried out. "I don't want your hairy old ass in my face. " Wild with lust, Robin had caught on to the rhythm of two cocks fucking into her and was moving with them. She opened her mouth to engorge Edwards' short but thick prick. With tasty cockflesh filling her mouth, a hard, thick, big cock thrusting into her cunt, and a long, skinny cock plunging in and out of her rectum, Robin knew her wildest, weirdest longings were realized. Every nerve in her hot lusting body was alive with currents of delight. Will lowered his head to suck her tits, his mouth moving from one to the other. The gathering storm of a great orgasm sent its warning signals down into her cuntal area. She could sense in Edwards' throbbing prick that he was nearing climax, and the stepped-up pace of Will's and Shure's strokes forecast their imminent climaxes.
"Everybody close?" Shure cried. "I'm there. Come. Come, everybody." He rammed his cock into her rectal depths as Will thrust all the way into her cunt. She felt the warm semen spurt into her rectum and into her cunt as Edwards pumped his cock deep into her mouth to spray his ejaculation down her throat. Her own orgasm overwhelmed her then, her hot cum erupting in a shower of lights like an exploding star, illuminating her mind with intense flashes of rapture. Robin felt Shure's shrinking cock plop out of her, and Will's shriveling prick drop like wearied flesh to lie beneath her. She released Edwards' flaccid penis, and rolled over on her side.
"I'll wash this stuff off me," Shure said as he stood up. "Back soon, folks."
Robin sat up on the edge of the lounge, picked up her drink and gulped the rest of it down.
"Where's a bathroom I can use?"
"The one in the front bedroom," Walt Edwards said. "Go through the living room and... "
"Come on, Robin, I'm headed that way too." Alice took hold of her elbow.
"One minute." Robin gathered up her clothes. Alice watched her, hesitated a moment, then took hers from a chair.
When they reached the bathroom, Alice asked, "You planning on leaving?"
"Migod! I only had three holes to give to my countrymen. What the hell more do they want? I'm tired. I'm going home and go to bed." Robin sat on the toilet, watching strings of gray mucus drip out of her.
"He won't like this, Robin."
"You mean Shure? He can go to hell then." She wiped herself, got up and turned on the shower.
Alice sat down. "He always likes to close the performance by his sword-swallowing act!"
"Oh, fuck him!" Robin stepped into the shower, her irritation with Alice mounting rapidly. As she soaped herself, she tried to analyze this. Alice had been frank with her. If she hadn't been warned of the situation, she would probably have made a scene, and stormed out of the place - and ended up in jail! Robin candidly admitted she had enjoyed herself, even the three-way pronging she had experienced - especially that! She had dreamed of doing that for years. Yet, she was angry because Alice had seen her!
'I owe her an apology,' she thought, 'as well as my thanks for forewarning me.' She stepped out of the shower. Alice was seated on the toilet fully dressed.
"Let's get out of here, Robin!"
"Right! I'm with you." She toweled herself quickly, and put on her clothes. "Solid ranks now."
Shure stood in the doorway of the patio.
His face flushed when he saw them.
"Who the hell told you you could go now?" he shouted.
The three men stepped into the living room.
"What's the trouble, Bill?" Edwards asked.
"These goddamned wenches! Shit! We're not through with them. Robin hasn't sucked me off, and...
"I'm tired-worn out, as a matter of fact. I'm going home and go to bed," Robin said. "I think you've had a top performance out of me. If you gentlemen... "
"The kid's right," Hank said. "If you ask me, she's tops. Let her go, Bill."
"Shit! I... " Shure sputtered.
"Run along, Robin, Alice," Edwards said. "We're all delighted with you, believe me." He took Shure's arm. "That Scotch is getting mighty lonesome."
"I'm glad I met all of you," Robin said waving a hand.
"I can't wait till next time, Robin," Will said. "Good night, Alice."
"You can find your way out, I hope. Good night." Shure waved a hand at them. As they reached the door, he called out, "Thanks to you both for coming."
"Thanks for coming!" Alice snorted as she closed the door behind them. "Well, Robin?"
"I don't know... " Robin got into the car, and waited until Alice went around to the driver's side. "It would be hard to take that very often. That was... weird! " Neither spoke until they arrived at Robin's house. Alice swung the car into the driveway, and cut the ignition switch.
"Could we have a cup of coffee to sort of unwind, Robin?"
"Sure! Come in." As she opened the door to let Alice in, Robin said, "I owe you an apology for my curt answers to you back there, Alice."
"Forget it, please. Light the light in the kitchen, Robin, show me where the coffee pot and other stuff is, and I'll brew it while you - you know."
"Right! I can feel my keel leaking." Robin led her out to the kitchen, switched on the lights, and pointed out the location of the needed items. "I won't be long."
"Take your time, honey. Make it all clean and sweet again," Alice said as Robin left the room.
Robin jerked her dress over her head, slipped off her panties, and threw them both into the hamper. She gave herself a warm soapy enema, refilling the can to repeat the cleansing. All the weird thrills she had known tonight had fled, and were now replaced in her mind with sick remorse and disgust. She douched her vaginal tract, again repeating the cleansing, and watched the last remnants of gray, stringy semen drip from her vagina. How similar they were to those of her lover, injected into her, and joyously received, with love, not lust. If I could only cleanse my mind as easily, she thought, tears brimming from her eyes. It was worse when she stood at the washbowl to brush her teeth, and gargle with mouthwash. She could not avoid confronting herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes stared out at her with loathing, reminding her that this dainty mouth had sucked "nigger prick" and another man's cock. Even now her stomach was digesting the cum she had swallowed with greedy lust! She pondered the sick thought that if her body had any other orifices large enough to take a man's cock, she would be cleansing them too. She stared fixedly at herself in the mirror, trying to see through the reflected eyes into the mind back of them. Bob had initiated her into the incomparable delights of mature love totally expressed and enjoyed in the normal sexual act. Yet, twenty-four hours later, she had indulged herself in wanton acts of lust. True, she had done these acts under duress - but she had entered into them with wild abandon. If she were to retain her sanity, she decided, she must seek out and destroy the causes of her evil conduct.
Robin turned on the hot-water faucet in her bathtub, slipped on her terry robe, and went out to the kitchen. Alice was seated in the breakfast nook with a cup of coffee in her hand. She looked up at Robin, and watched her as she poured a cup of coffee, without speaking.
"I'm running a hot bath," Robin said. "I'll have to keep an eye on it so it doesn't run over." She sat across the table from Alice.
"I've thought many times of killing that bastard and his ugly friend, Edwards," Alice said, watching Robin stare moodily into her coffee cup. "If it's any help, Robin, I can tell you that the only thing that's kept me from blowing my top is the fact that these parties occur only one day a month. Also the fact that Shure won't give a damn if you take on your little boys again. I still see my fourteen -year-old friend, Dorothy, and Shure... "
"Please!" Robin's face flushed with anger. "I don't want to hear a damned thing more about this." She rose from the table. "I'm going to climb into a hot tub and scrub myself clean."
"I'm sorry. Forgive me, Robin. I know how you feel. Would you mind if I slept here tonight? I hate to be alone after... " Robin stopped at the door, and returned. "Of course not. The guest room's all ready. I'll see you in the morning."
In the bathroom, Robin shut off the hot water, tempered that in the tub with the cold until she could stand it, and settled slowly down to soak. She was lathering herself when Alice appeared in the doorway.
"I washed out the coffee pot and the cups, Robin."
"Good!"
"I hate to ask this... but... would you mind if I used your douche? After all, we both... "
"Help yourself," Robin said, shrugging her shoulders. "Pussy is pussy, and jism is jism." She slid down in the tub to rinse the soap film away.
"Leave the water for me, will you?"
"Sure!" Robin stepped out of the tub and dried herself while Alice disrobed, and prepared the douche. She tossed the towel in the hamper, got a fresh one and hung it on the rack. "Sleep well, Alice... if you can. Good night!"
Despite the remorse gnawing at her mind, Robin got into bed, pulled the sheet up to her shoulders, and fell into a sound sleep. She dreamed... a sequence of images floated through her mind... of Bob's round full face moving over her breasts, his mustache rousing her flesh with tingling excitement... of her brother, Tommy's black curly hair rising above her pubic bush while his tongue laved her cuntal tissues... of Bud Riggs, his blond head hovering above her belly while he kissed her navel and fingered her clitoris... of all the boys, and the men who had known her and touched her and excited her... of young Millie and her piquant face and her blonde hair kissing her breasts and her belly, and fingering her wet, oozing, flaming cunt. In her dream, Robin touched a caressing hand to the long blonde locks... soft and silky and - REAL! She awakened in the dark, her body aflame with desire.
"Darling! Robin, darling! Let Alice love you. Let Alice take away all the horrors of the filthy night."
She rolled over on Robin, kneeing her thighs apart, pressing her pubes to hers, kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples passionately.
"Omigod! No! Please! No!" Robin's words of protest were negated by the frenzied response of her body. She threw her legs up over Alice's back and dug her heels into her ass while she humped her pubes up tight to the crinkly-haired flesh of Alice's cunt. She opened her mouth to the stiff tongue tip demanding entry, and mashed her breasts against the hard, electrifying nipples. Her hands slipped around Alice to clutch her working asscheeks. The squishy sounds of wet cunts grinding against each other, and the acrid scent of female juices filled the air.
"OOOOH... LOVER-GIRL... YOU'RE... WONDERFUL!" Alice cried hoarsely. She slid a hand under Robin's ass, kneading her flesh, fingering into her soppy crack, jabbing her thumb into Robin's tight anus. "COME! LOVER-GIRL! COME WITH ME!" she screamed.
"I'M THERE! NOW! FUCK ME, ALICE! FUCK ME!" Robin yelled. Her body tensed, clinging to her lover tightly, as waves of delight flowed through her, down into her clitoris and her loins, then her hips swung and her ass bucked to pound her trembling joybud against the cuntal flesh tormenting her into wild ecstasy. As the last of the surging waves of orgasm died away, Robin dropped her legs like lead weights and lay completely relaxed. She had no time to weigh this latest wanton act. Alice was sucking her tits like a child sucking the sweetness from a lollipop, firing her breasts anew, moaning, "You darling, you! You're so sweet! Lover-girl!" Robin caressed the cheeks and head of Alice as her lips and tongue moved down her midriff and belly, her flesh in spasms of anticipatory delight. "I want to eat your sweet, delicious pussy, darling!" Alice moaned as she tongued into the top of Robin's slit.
"Yes... yes... eat it! Love it! " Robin murmured, lifting her knees and spreading her thighs.
"Mmm! " Alice dipped her tongue into the warm wet slit, swung her legs around and threw one over Robin's breasts to kneel astraddle her. She elbowed Robin's knees high in the air, and thrust her face into her cunt. Robin reached up to clasp the soft asscheeks above her. The strong scent of hot female juices was close to her nose.
"Let me have it!" Robin cried, pulling the dripping cunt down to her outthrust tongue. "OOOH!" she moaned, "OOOOH! IT'S GOOD! GOOD! GOO... " Her words were stilled in the soft, mushy tissues of a woman's intimate flesh.
CHAPTER TEN
A bell was ringing somewhere, an annoying bell that would not stop. Robin opened her eyes. Alice lay cuddled up to her, an arm lying across Robin's belly, and her face pressed against Robin's left breast. The air was heavy with the sour smells of sweaty bodies and stale cunt juice. The bell still rang in staccato bursts of metallic harassment. Robin reached out to lift the receiver, the movement waking Alice.
"Hello?"
"Robin? Good morning!"
"Hello, Bob!"
Alice sat up, asking sleepily, "Who is it?"
Robin clamped her hand over the mouthpiece. "Damn you!" she growled, "shut up!" She spoke into the phone. "No, Bob, no one's with me. That was the radio in my room. I just shut it off."
"I told you I'd call about the possibility of spending the weekend at the cabin... "
"So?" The stench of stale cunt juice rose in her nostrils.
"I can't make it, honey. I have to keep that business appointment. It's a potential big deal your dad and I've been working on for months. I'm sorry!"
Robin turned the mouthpiece of the phone up to avoid the backlash of her own foul breath. "I understand, Bob."
"I have to spend the day with this guy and his partner, then take them out to dinner. I should be free tomorrow. I'll call you early, okay?"
"Right!"
"I love you, darling!"
Robin paused, sniffing back a tear... and with it another taste of cunt juice. "Me too! Good-bye!" She fumbled the receiver onto its cradle.
"That was... HIM?" Alice asked softly.
Robin nodded.
"What time is it?"
"A quarter to ten," Robin replied.
"Ye gods!" Alice cried, scrambling out of bed. "I was supposed to pick up Dorothy at her house at nine-thirty. I'm sorry, honey, but I gotta run."
"Who's Dorothy?"
Alice turned at the bathroom door, cocked her head. "I told you last night, honey. She's my little fourteen-year-old girl friend. I have to hurry. I don't want to miss her. She's spending the weekend with me."
Robin propped both pillows behind her. In a few minutes, Alice came out of the bathroom fully dressed. "Didn't you even wash your face?"
"I splashed a few drops on it," Alice replied. Her eyes glittered with a feverish excitement. "I'll take a shower soon as I get Dorothy home with me." She paused uncertainly like an actor who has forgotten his exit line. "Well, Robin... "
"Run along. I'll be seeing you."
Robin burst into tears as Alice banged the front door after her. Her asshole felt like a tired old rubber band, her pussy, like a chewed-over toy, and her mouth and nose were filled with the sour taste and the sickening stench of a woman's stale sexual juice.
'I must go back to where this all started,' she thought, 'if I'm ever going to understand myself.' Half an hour later, dressed in a white blouse and blue slacks, she was on her way to Dresden.
There was a new subdivision on the southern edge of town, attractive ranch houses with well-kept lawns and neatly trimmed hedges. Two new shopping centers were visible a few blocks off the main street. A tightening in her chest occurred as Robin turned onto the street on which she had lived six years ago. She drove slowly past Wilson Junior High. The buildings were freshly painted, and the lawns richly green and short-cropped, but further down the street, decay seemed to have taken hold. The houses all needed paint, lawns once well-tended were nothing but patches of weeds and dry crabgrass, and Mexican and Negro children played noisily in the streets. She pulled up at the curb in front of the home she had lived in for more than twelve years. Most of the shrubbery her father had carefully tended was gone. The front yard was overgrown with weeds. Robin got out of the car. A Mexican woman with a child on her hip came out on the front porch. The woman stepped off the porch, shielding her eyes from the bright sun, and padded forward on large, flat feet. Her body was heavy with child. Three children came out on the porch to watch.
"Buenos dias, senorita!" A flood of Spanish sounds flowed from her mouth.
"Buenos dias." Robin searched her mind for the few Spanish words she knew. "No comprerido." She smiled apologetically, and pointed to the house. "Esta... la mia casa... seis anos... " Unable to come up with the word she needed, Robin repeated "seis anos," and tossed her head to indicate the past behind her.
"Si, si, si!" The woman grinned, and motioned toward the front door, then beckoned Robin to follow. The three children scattered as Robin walked up to the front porch. She remembered her father painting the exterior of the house ten years ago. A light fresh gray then, it was dark and grimy and flaking badly now. The woman opened the screen door, bowed, smiled, and gestured for Robin to enter. Evidently proud of her home, the woman chattered in Spanish as she led Robin from room to room. The house was neat and clean, but scantily furnished and the walls were in need of paint and repair. She stood at last in the back bedroom, closed her eyes for a moment to shut out the sight of the heavy Mexican-style double bed and the crib in the corner, and to visualize her parents' brightly polished mahogany headboard and the tufted green coverlet. Though four years old at the time, Robin would never forget it. She could even recall the yeasty scent of Tommy's infant flesh.
"La sua rec mara?" The woman pointed at Robin, then gestured to include the whole room.
"No. La mia... madre."
"Ah, si!"
In her old bedroom, Venetian blinds sagged in a lopsided pattern. Three small beds stood against the wall. The bare floor was scratch ed and marred. Robin shivered as she recalled the number of times she had played sex games with her young brother in this room. Here it was he had sucked her into her first full-blown orgasm a week after she had menstruated the first time. Turning to the woman, Robin smiled, and said, "Questa... la mia... " She put the back of her hand to her cheek and tilted her head.
"Si, si, si!"
At the door, Robin extended her hand to the woman.
"Muchas gracias!"
"De nada! Hasta la vista!"
As she drove away, Robin turned to look at the home where lust had spawned in her, now as shabby to her as the house itself. She turned into the parking lot of Wilson Junior High. No one was about. Turning off the ignition, she got out of the car, and walked across the playground to the woods. Several paths led through the brush and brambles to the small clearing. Rusty tin cans, broken bottles, and faded newspapers were scattered over the area. Piles of dried human excrement lay like sick reminders of man's shitty nature, she thought, and shook her head. Even Tommy Brockman's cock would not have appealed to her in these circumstances.
She had one more place to go, Robin thought as she got back into her car. She remembered the way, and the place, as she drove slowly past Goggins' house, catching a glimpse of it through the break in the tall bushes that formed the driveway. Shadowed by the tall trees in the front yard, the house had a ghostly and chilling look about it. With the old man indicted on morals charges as Shure had told her, Robin knew it would be foolish to risk visiting him, but the urge to see the depraved old man who had brought to full flower the evil seeds earlier implanted in her was irresistible. She need have no fear of him, and if need be, could easily get away from him. This would be a fitting climax to the journey into the past on which she had set out this morning. Perhaps she would find, here, the key she sought. Turning the car around at the first crossroad, Robin drove back, and turned the car into the driveway. She parked before the front entrance, and ascended the three rotted steps to the porch. On the fourth turn of the knob of the bell mounted in the center of the carved oak door, Robin heard the pad of feet over the bare floor of the entrance hall. The door opened a crack.
"What do you want?" The words were dry and raspy. Robin could see little of his features through the slight crack in the door.
"Are you Mister Goggins?"
"Yeah!" After a slight pause, he asked, "You another one of those little bitches the police been sending out to trap me?"
"No, Mister Goggins. I'm Robin Cane."
"WHO?" He put his ear to the crack.
"ROBIN CANE! YOU REMEMBER...
The door swung open. Goggins stood, his gnarled hands clutching a flannel robe about his stooped figure. His rheumy eyes lighted up as he smiled. "Well, damn me! Robin Cane! Come in."
Robin stepped into the darkened house. "I was just passing through, and I... "
"Come in, come in. My study's right here. You remember... " He chuckled. "How could you forget, eh girl?" He opened the door, and Robin stepped past him. Nothing in the room changed - nothing but the old man himself. He was old, toothless, and stooped. Only a very slight fringe of gray hair remained around his bald pate. "Sit down! Sit down!" He motioned toward a straight chair, the same one, placed in the same spot next to his desk, the one she had sat in that first day when she had watched the movies of her sucking off Tommy Brockman. "None of my little girls ever come back to see me any more."
Robin sat in the straight chair. Goggins placed a hand on the corner of his glass-topped desk. His fingers were horribly twisted with arthritis. Robin shuddered, recalling the feel of her bare ass on the smooth cold surface of the glass as he had fucked her cuntal slit, spewing his semen out behind her.
"I heard you got in some trouble with the law, Mister Goggins."
"Eh?" He leaned over cocking his ear, and loosed a loud vibratory fart that rattled the windows. "What did you say? I don't hear so good... "
"So I noticed," Robin said, leaning away from him. "I HEARD YOU WERE IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW."
"Oh that!" He tugged his robe about him and tried to square his shoulders. "She was a little bitch!" He moved away from her, and from his own foul stench. "Robin! You know I never forced a young girl." He talked as he paced back and forth. "Now you take yourself. You were a hot and horny little girl. You loved me to put my cock between your legs, remember?"
Robin flinched.
"Hell, you were an expert cocksucker before I ever knew you. Those movies I made of you... when the police came, they searched the house... " Robin caught at her throat. "Migod! Did they... " She started over. "DID THEY FIND... " Goggins slapped his paunchy belly. "They found one reel-oh no! Not one of you! An old one. Nobody even recognized the woman-she'd moved away years ago. Say! Wait!" He left the room and was gone a few minutes, returning with a handful of small cardboard boxes. He handed her one. "Read the title!"
Robin read aloud. "Robin, My Lovebird!"
He placed the others on the table. "How would you like to have them?"
"Please, Mister Goggins, I'd love to have them. How much do you want for them?"
"Well, you have grown up!" His lips-twisted in an unpleasant smile. "The price is right, Robin." He flung his robe open. Robin stared at his paunchy belly and his bulky mass of flaccid cockflesh. "I can't get a hard-on any more, but I still love having my cock sucked. You're welcome to the films afterward, and they're all there, Robin. But you have to strip naked."
Robin looked at the wasted flesh of his thighs, and the lifeless mass of his genitals, then glanced at the stack of movie reels. Her left hand moved up to unbutton her blouse.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Twilight had settled over the town as Robin reached the southern outskirts. A mile or so ahead was a neon sign: BAR-RESTAURANT. She slowed as she drew nearer. There were about ten cars parked outside the small rustic building. Robin turned in, parked the car, took the reels of film from the seat beside her, and locked them in the trunk. Inside, there was a bar on one side, and a dining room with leather booths along the wall. She went into the dining room. A waitress showed her to one of the booths.
"Where's the washroom?"
"Straight back, Miss."
"Would you bring me a martini, please? I'll be back shortly."
Robin went to the washroom, soaped her hands well, and washed her face. She gargled several times, but the water would not cut the nasty taste in her mouth. The martini would take care of that, she decided. She combed her hair and returned to her booth. Her drink was already on the table. The waitress returned with a menu.
"Our steaks are really very good, Miss."
"Good! I'm hungry." Robin glanced at the menu. "I'll have a filet, rare, no potato, a tossed salad with vinegar and oil dressing, and some toast."
A smile crossed the rosy, freshly-scrubbed face of the blonde waitress.
"You're one woman who knows what she wants."
Robin nodded and returned her smile. The girl withdrew, her long, shapely legs moving gracefully.
Robin sipped her drink, and stared out the window through the subdued red and blue light of the neon beer sign into the deepening darkness.
"A woman who knows what she wants," she repeated gloomily.
She sipped her drink as she meditated over the trip today. There was a sickness in her, a deep-down, inborn evil the source of which she could not identify. Certainly, she could not have inherited it from her normal, loving parents. If she had had any doubts after visiting the decayed home of her childhood, and the clearing in the woods strewn with human filth and litter, they had all been dispelled by the sick session with the aging, disgusting Goggins. She had expected to get away from him in less than twenty minutes, but after sucking him off, she had gone to the toilet out of urgent need. On her return to his study she discovered he had hidden her clothes in some remote closet of the house. She shuddered in revulsion as she recalled his fetid breath in her nostrils as he tried to kiss her lips... his hands like crustacean claws crawling over her breasts and belly... and his toothless gums biting her nipples. Yet, she had yielded up her orgasmic juices to his intensive sucking of her tissues - and had enjoyed it! And worse, she had gone down on him the second time, mouthing and loving his sour, unwashed genitals, flabby as old burlap, until she had drawn from him another thimbleful of semen.
The waitress brought her food.
"Let me know, Miss, if everything is all right."
The food was good. Robin ate every bit of her steak, and salad, and soaked up the juices with pieces of toast.
Forty-five minutes later, Robin pulled up in her driveway beside her father's car. The house was dark. Robin switched off her lights, opened the car door quietly, stepped out, and closed it carefully.
"They're probably asleep," she muttered, "or else... " She unlocked the front door, and called softly, "Mom! Dad!"
"Shhh! Robin, be quiet!" her father called from the dining room.
Kicking off her sandals, she walked out to the dining room. Her father stood at the window, staring into the darkness.
"What's going on?" Robin asked.
"I guess it's time you know!"
Robin put her nose to the window. In the blackness of night she could see a couple, naked, engaged in coitus.
"Who is it, Dad?" she asked, the words sticking in her throat like sharp fishbones.
"Your little brother!"
Robin's heart pounded. She clenched her fists, bit her lip, but she had to know.
"Who's the girl?"
Her father put an arm about her waist to steady her, then said softly, "The girl is... your mother, Robin!"
Her heart thudded to a stop, then broke into a quick, pounding beat. She stood in shocked silence, watching the entwined bodies move in a slow, steady, undulating rhythm. Her father's hand drew her tightly to him, moving up to cup her breast.
"I hate her!" she said. "I hate him!"
She turned into her father's arms, lifting her face to him. His lips were warm and wet, his tongue tip stiff in her mouth.
"I love you, my darling!" he whispered. His hand slid down to clutch her buttocks, while his cock hardened against her thigh.
Robin broke free of him, took his hand, and said, "Come to bed. Love me!" In the bedroom, her father embraced Robin passionately, his lips nibbling at her ears, his tongue darting in and out, while he clutched her ass to force her pubes against his throbbing cock.
"My darling!" he whispered, "if you only knew how much I've wanted you!"
Robin clung to him, trembling, her body warm and aching for this forbidden love. She could find no words, only hoarse moans, to express her passionate wanting. Tense and rigid, she caressed his head and cheeks while he leaned over to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. The last one freed at last, he pressed his face into her cleft, kissed and tongued each nipple, engorged first the flesh of one breast, then the other. Robin shrugged her blouse from her shoulders, and cupped both breasts up to his warm sucking mouth. While he sucked one breast, then the other, his hands worked at the catch of her slacks, loosened her zipper, and tugged them over her hips. As they fell to the floor, Robin reached down to rid herself of the thin barrier of panties, to bare her quivering pussy. He fell to his knees, mouthing her navel and belly flesh down to her hairy mound. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as his lips kissed her mons tenderly.
"I haven't seen this in years," he whispered, interspersing kisses with his words. "I bathed you often, darling, when you were a tiny little thing, and every chance I got, I loved and tongued your little treasure."
"Why have you waited so long?" Robin asked. "You know I've always loved you, Daddy."
"I tried," he said, his tongue moving in the hairy folds of her clitoral hood, "God knows I tried to control myself... " He stood up, embraced her again, then lifted her and laid her down on the unmade bed. In the dark, Robin could dimly see his hairy chest as he cast his shirt aside. She rubbed her breasts with one hand and fingered her twitching miniprick as she waited breathlessly to see his genitalia so carefully hidden from her all these years. On the sheet, the patches of her dried juices from last night's illicit Lesbian loving felt stiff to the tender skin of her ass. Tonight she would know the thrill of the unholiest love of all - intercourse with her father! A shudder of delight shook her as her father stripped off his shorts, exposing his thick, hard cock.
"Darling!" he said, lying down beside her.
His hard prick jabbed at her hip as he kissed and tongued her eyes and ears and cheeks and lips. Robin reached down to grasp his warm hard shaft and finger it lovingly. His mouth was at her breasts and nipples, chewing, biting, sucking, moving down over her midriff, setting off spasms of intense pleasure that swirled through her breasts and belly and into her loins. His tongue was circling her navel, dipping into it, sending jolts of delight directly down into the depths of her vagina. Robin arched her back to raise her pubes up as his mouth sucked the lower flesh of her belly. He kissed and tongued the top of her slit as Robin spread her legs.
"Lovely! Sweet! Delicious!" he moaned.
He swung his torso around to lie between her legs, raising her knees, forcing them back to open her cuntal slit to his laving tongue. Robin groaned as his tongue tip circled the base of her clitoris, pounding now, furiously. Every nerve in her body was alive with currents of delight rushing down into her loins. Her ass bucked her pussy up to his mouth as the first jolt of orgasmic rapture exploded within her. Joyous cries burst from her lips with each succeeding blast of orgasm until, at last, her buttocks sank to rest on the bed. His face was still buried in her cunt, his tongue lapping the dregs of her juices.
"Turn around, Daddy! Let me see him."
Rolling on her side, Robin lifted her leg to make room for his face between her thighs. He swung his torso around to lie facing her while he continued to suck her oozing tissues. Robin stared in fascination at his hard cock a few inches from her face. This is where it all began! Almost twenty years ago! An infinitesimal seed - one-half of what she now was - had issued from this sturdy muscle of her father's flesh to fertilize an egg in her mother's womb. Somehow, the "potential penis" contained in her father's seed had failed to mature. She now had a desperate need for this penis inside her. She had to have it! She kissed the soft skin of its tender crown, then rolled over on her back.
"Put it in, Daddy! I want it in me!"
'I'm sorry, baby, but I don't have any condoms," he replied, sitting up.
"I started taking the pill two weeks a go. I didn't know if you'd ever... " He lay down on her, his chest mashing her small breasts.
"Darling!"
He got to his knees to straddle her, and took hold of his cock to swipe it in her cuntal slit.
"Let me put him in," Robin whispered. She raised her knees, clutched his penis and guided its crown to her vaginal mouth. As the crown entered her, she cried, "Wait!"
Looking down between their bellies, she saw his thick shaft rising above the hair of her pubic mound, giving the illusion of a penis of her own. Robin knew she had found the answer she had sought to the problem that had vexed her for the past fourteen years.
"It feels so... wonderful, Daddy!" she whispered. "Fuck your little girl!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
After her father had picked up his clothes and left the room, Robin went into the bathroom, douched and showered. She had just finished brushing her teeth when the connecting door to her brother Tommy's room opened slowly. He stood in the doorway, water dripping from his black, curly hair, and glistening on his slender body. His right hand held his long, skinny cock.
"Hi, Sis!" he said with a grin. "I've been in the pool. I thought we could have some fun. The folks are asleep."
Robin scanned his naked body, every inch of which she had kissed and loved so often, and enjoyed. For the last time, she stared at his boyish prick. How many times had she kissed, fondled, and sucked it? But she no longer had need for boyish cocks. She had grown up! Now nothing would ever satisfy her again but the mature, big, thick cock of a man.
"Well, Sis, what do you say?"
"Get out of here!"
"Sis... "
"Damn you, Little Brother! Go fuck your mother!"
She put her hands to his bony chest and pushed him back into his own room, then locked the door. She couldn't stay in this house - not tonight... maybe not ever again! Throwing a dress over her head, and slipping on a pair of sandals, Robin went into the bedroom to pick up her purse.
Driving away from home, Robin remembered that she did not know Bob's address. She drove into the first gas station she saw, and stopped beside the phone booth. The light was dim and she could scarcely read the fine print in the phone book, but managed to locate the listing of Robert Morris. Holding her fingernail beneath his number, she dropped a dime in the slot, and dialed. She let the phone ring ten, eleven, twelve times, before slamming the receiver on the hook. Reading the address, she repeated it three times, returned to her car, and drove off. The apartment complex was easy to find, perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Robin found the address, parked at the curb, got out, and went into the tiled lobby to ring his bell. There was no answer to her five rings, and she returned to her car, locked herself inside and waited.
"He has to come home sometime tonight," she said aloud.
After ten minutes, doubts rose in her mind.
"Unless... he's taken another girl out to his cabin in the woods!"
She frowned. 'He asked me to marry him,' she thought. 'Why should I doubt him? But I agreed! And the next night I was taking it up the ass, in the pussy, and in the throat-all at the same time! And that after a star performance of sucking a nigger's cock before a live audience!' She had to laugh at her inconsistency. She could never take the vows of marriage. The third Friday of October would roll around soon. She had an engagement to keep - a riotous night of cock-loving, cock-sucking, cock-fucking activity - a night she would look forward to with increasing anticipation. Who was it had told her she was a natural born cocksucker? It didn't matter, she decided. For years the "penis-envy" syndrome she hadn't recognized had twisted her thinking. She had sought out boys, made love to their cocks, idolized them, sucked them as though she were loving a missing part of herself. She rubbed her hand over her breasts, touched her pubes. She had much more than she would have had if she'd been born with a shaft of flesh instead of a gash of flesh between her legs... tits that tingled with delight at the touch... a hole, warm and deep, that thrilled with the fullness of a man's hard, throbbing cock... even a prick of her own, tiny, but so sensitive, it could rock her whole body with tempestuous waves of rapture. For variance of sexual pleasure, she had a mouth to use in loving, in sucking, and an asshole to offer. No! She could never again envy a man!
Robin was almost asleep, when she heard the voices of a man and a woman, and footsteps on the sidewalk. It was Bob, holding the arm of a girl. Tempted to stay in the car and let them pass, Robin decided to face up to the issue. She got out of the car, and called to him. Bob and the girl turned.
"Robin!" Bob said. He was slightly drunk. "This is a friend of mine, Gail Harrington. Gail, this is a friend of mine, Robin Cane."
The girls eyed each other like duelers awaiting the order to fire. Robin scanned the girl's trim figure, and her short-cropped red hair.
"Glad to know you, Gail," Robin finally said.
"I wish I could think of something less banal to say. Fancy meeting you here!"
"Oh shit!" Robin said with a laugh. "Let's drink, not fight. Bob! How's your liquor supply?"
"Good idea! Let's all go upstairs and have fun." He stepped between them and took the arm of each. "Robin, I can explain... "
"Migod! I'm not a child! I'm thirsty! I'm pissed off at the world, and I need company... good, happy company. This is a night for joy. Right, Gail!"
"Yeah. Sure. I couldn't have thought up a happier ending if I were a Hollywood screenwriter."
Bob opened the door for them, and pressed the elevator button. The door opened and Bob ushered them into the cab.
"Some of those guys write pretty interesting scripts - especially for the triple-X-rated movies."
"Sounds like fun," Robin said. She squeezed Bob's arm.
"The best place for those horny things is the furnace," Gail replied, her face souring with a sick smile.
Bob mixed martinis while the girls sat like cats ready to pounce. He brought a tray of drinks into the room. "Help yourselves, ladies, while I get comfortable." He went into the bedroom, untying his tie as he left the room.
"Here's to an evening of joy, Gail," Robin said as she raised her glass. "Let's be friends."
Gail lifted her glass, saluted in silence, and put the glass to her lips.
"Did you have fun tonight?" Robin asked.
"We had an early dinner. Bob drove me out to show me his cabin in the woods."
Robin watched Gail's face closely as she replied, "It's lovely out there, isn't it?"
Gail blushed and sipped her drink.
"I wish he'd get a new loungepad. It's harder than rocks on a girl's tender ass."
Gail gagged.
Bob entered the room, clad in a white terry robe. "Well, I'm glad you left me a drink." He leaned over the coffee table to pick up a martini glass. His robe fell open.
"You're indecent," Gail said, turning her head.
"I'm missing something," Robin said. "Turn around, Bob!"
"Take a look. I have no secrets from either of you." He turned to face Robin, his bare chest and genitals exposed. He tossed off his drink. "Anybody for seconds?"
"I don't need anything like liquor to excite me," Robin said, chuckling. "Take it off, take it off, take it off!"
"Want me to leave, Bob?" Gail asked primly.
"Oh shit!" Robin exploded. "Three can play this game."
She stood up as Bob shrugged off his robe. Robin pulled her dress over her head, and kicked off her sandals.
"Let's get in bed."
She led the way into the bedroom, and stripped the covers from the bed. Bob followed her.
"Lie down!" Robin said.
As Bob lay back, he reached for her, but she waved him away. She went for his cock, kissing it passionately. A strong odor of female juices rose in her nostrils. His pubic hair was matted to his belly with a slick moisture not yet dry.
"This little piggy went to market and got all juiced."
"Damn! Robin, let me up. I didn't shower."
"Uh uh! I can't wait. I need this big beautiful cock. Oh! How I do need cock!" She engorged the swelling crown.
"Damn you two!" Gail called from the doorway, "you're not going to freeze me out of this." She stripped, and got into bed on her knees. "Where do I fit into this jigsaw?"
Bob rolled onto his side.
"Give me that raw, red meat, Gail, right in the mouth."
"I need something to chew on too!"
Robin wriggled her ass around.
"I won't mind one bit if you stick your nose in here, honey. Make it a round-robin, come one, come all!"
