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 Watching Trey

   Part II

   Chapter 1

   This Friday, Trey didn't have any classes.  Teachers at her school had
the day scheduled to make final preparations for the end-of-year exams that
were scheduled to begin next week.

   Lindsey had told Robbie that he could still drop Trey off at the church
/ school, since they had various activities planned for the kids who
couldn't stay home, because of working parents or whatever.  But she also
didn't mind if Trey spent the day with Robbie, as long as she wouldn't be a
nuisance!  And that's what Trey and Robbie decided they would do.

   Robbie told Trey that he had a couple of hours of work to do on his
computer, so they decided that this would be the perfect time for Trey to
get some practice with the other computer in Robbie's office.  Robbie set
her up at the spare computer table, showed her the different program files
he had installed and the basics of how to use them, and finally how to
access the internet over his high speed connection.

   Robbie walked Trey through the process for saving web sites she wanted
to remember in `favorites', and then showed her how to access her favorites
to pull those sites back up.  With that, Trey was ready to `fly solo' for a
while, so Robbie turned back to his computer to work on his latest project,
wondering how long it would take her to discover some of the files and
sites that he had placed on that computer.

   It didn't take long.

   Looking over his shoulder every few minutes to check on how she was
doing, within less than ½ an hour, Robbie saw that Trey appeared captivated
by images on the screen in front of her.  She had obviously opened up one
of the modeling sites he had stored in `favorites'.  He thought she was
looking at "Sandy, Teen Model", and she was staring at each new image that
she opened.

   He wanted to let her get used to the idea before he `discovered' what
she was up to, so Robbie just kept working on his project while
occasionally glancing over to see what she was looking at.  He knew these
sites were pretty tame, but was pretty sure Trey would have some questions
for him.

   After they had both been working on their respective computers for
nearly an hour, Robbie stood up to stretch, turning around to face the
computer Trey was working at.  She was so focused on the images she was
staring at, that she didn't even notice he was behind her until he said,
"Oh cool; that looks like one of my favorite models.  Is that Lisa?"

   Startled, and afraid that Robbie might be upset that she was looking at
something she shouldn't be, Trey wasn't sure how to close out the site, so
she just sat , fidgeting and looking down at her lap.  Robbie could see
that the tips of her ears were turning bright red and he began to worry
that she might be really upset.  So he knelt down beside her chair, placing
his hand over hers on the mouse and clicked on another image.

   "It is.  It is Lisa.  I really like Lisa.  Do you like her?" Rob asked.
Trey was still just sitting and staring at her lap.  "But I think my
favorite is Sandy.  Have you seen Sandy yet?" Rob continued in a calm and
conversational voice, trying to let her know that what she was doing was
okay.

   "Uh huh.  I've seen her" Trey said almost in a whisper.

   "What's wrong?  Don't you like the pictures?  Don't you think they're
pretty?"

   "No.  I do.  I do like them!  I think they're beautiful!" Trey replied

   "Then, what's wrong, Little One?"

   " I ...  I was afraid you'd be mad at me."

   "Mad at you?  Why would I be mad at you?"

   "Because I was looking at things that were private." Trey replied, with
a quiver in her voice.

   "Oh, Sweetheart, I'm not mad at you.  Not at all!  I forgot that I left
these sites on the `favorites' menu of this computer, but it's nothing that
I'd be mad about you finding or looking at!" Robbie reassured her.  "Now I
was just getting up to take a stretch break and grab some lemonade.  Would
you like some?"

   "That would be great.  Yes please." Trey followed him into the kitchen.

   "So, were you getting around all right on the computer?  Did you have
any problems?  Do you have any questions?" Rob asked.

   "No, it was fun." Trey was still being a little bit timid

   "Anything you need me to help you with, or explain?" Robbie probed.

   "Well, I was ...  no, not really."

   "C'mon, Sweetheart.  You know you don't have to be shy in front of me.
What is it you want to know?"

   "Well, umm, do you really think those girls are pretty?"

   "Which girls?  Oh, you mean Lisa and Sandy?" Trey nodded.  "Well, yeah,
I do.  I mean, they're no where near as gorgeous as you are.  But, I don't
have any pictures of you on my computer.  So, if I want to look at pretty
girls and you're not here for me to look at, well, I pull up my favorite
models."

   Trey was blushing furiously.  "Robbie, it's not nice to tease me. 
That's mean!"

   "Who's teasing?  I'm being totally serious!"

   "Those girls are like totally beautiful!  I'm not pretty like that."

   "Oh, my gorgeous Sweetheart!  You are so much prettier than any other
girl I've ever seen, it takes my breath away!"

   "Oh Robbie!  Stop!  I'm just a kid!" Trey's cheeks were now enflamed,
and even the top edges of her ears were again a bright red.  Then a thought
struck her.  "But those girls weren't much older than me!  Why would you
have young kids like that on your `favorites' menu?"

   "Uh-oh, now I'm in real trouble!  You've caught me!"

   "Caught you?  How?"

   "Well, now you know.  I really, really like looking at girls your age."

   "You're not serious!  ???" Trey's jaw had dropped, her mouth wide open
and her eyes wide as saucers.

   "Sure I'm serious.  And I can tell you for certain that it's not just
me." Robbie told her.  "There are a whole lot of guys like me, older guys,
that like looking at younger girls."

   "But ...  but ...  but that's just crazy!"

   "You're probably right.  It IS crazy!  But it's also true." Robbie
replied.  "Why do you think there are so many web sites with young teen
models in them?"

   "Why?  How many are there?  I only saw those two"

   "Oh, my lord, I'll bet there are thousands of sites like that"

   "Now I know you're joking!"

   "No I'm not.  I'm serious.  I'll show you if you want.  But you know
what?"

   "What?"

   "There isn't another girl on the whole world-wide web that's anywhere
near as pretty as you!"

   "Oh, Robbie, stop teasing me!" Trey tried to sound cross, but her
blushing returned and gave her away.

   "I told you, I'm not teasing.  I'll tell you what.  I can prove it to
you!"

   "Prove it?  How?"

   "I'll just take some pictures of you.  We can put them on the computer,
and you'll see."

   "For real?"

   "Sure.  Why not!  It'll be a fun way to spend your day off!  Wanna give
it a try?"

   Trey was so dazed and confused, she hardly knew what they were talking
about, but she was excited to give it a try.  "What do I do?"

   "Well, I've got several good digital cameras that I use for work, and we
can put the images right onto the computer.  So how about we just start
shooting some fooling around pictures.  Then, when we see how those come
out, we'll look at some of the model sites to see if we can get some ideas.
Does that sound like a good plan?"

   "What should I do?  What should I wear?  What ..."

   Robbie interrupted before she could ask another dozen questions and told
her, "why don't you go up and put on one of your school skirts and blouses.
That's how we'll start out."

   "Okay.  I'll be right back."

   As Trey turned to walk out of the kitchen, Robbie said, "and Trey?"

   "yes?"

   "Wear a set of your special secret underwear, okay?" Trey's eyes got
wide and she was about to say something, but Robbie interrupted.  "We both
know how special - even sexy - it makes you feel.  So I'll bet that if
you're wearing it under your school clothes, even though nobody will see
it, you'll still have that `special' feeling and that `special' look in the
pictures.  Wear the pale yellow ones, all right, Sweetheart?"

   "Okay, I guess," and Trey turned to go upstairs and change."

   Smiling as he went to get things set up, Robbie knew that if things went
as he expected, he'd actually be seeing a great deal of her sexy underwear,
and probably even more, if Trey became excited enough.  Whistling softly to
himself, he went into his locked storage room to bring out some special
props he'd been waiting for the chance to use.  He set up some lights, and
was just finishing with draping some backdrops when Trey came bounding down
the steps.

   Rob looked her over.  She was wearing her green and blue plaid skirt
with a lemon colored blouse that buttoned down the front.  It almost looked
like she was wearing a Catholic School girl uniform, but of course, for her
very strict religious school, the skirt came well down below her knees. 
She'd pulled her long blond hair back into two pig tails that came down
over her shoulders, and she had on green knee socks with good school shoes.
He gave her a `thumbs up' signal and asked "all set?"

   "What do I do?"

   "Let's start off with you standing and sitting, turning and bending,
some stretching and whatever comes naturally, okay Little One?  You just
keep moving around; these cameras have really fast recovery times and
pretty big memory cards, so I'll just keep clicking away till we decide we
want to try something different.  Okay?"

   "Okay" Trey replied somewhat hesitantly, "but I really don't know what
I'm doing."

   "I know.  And that's good, because that way it will look more natural,
not like it's rehearsed or anything.  You just go ahead and do whatever
comes into your head, and pretty soon, you'll forget all about me and my
camera," Robbie assured her.

   It only took Trey about twenty minutes or so to get over her stiffness
and shyness about the camera.  With Rob's constant encouragement she
started to loosen up and act more naturally as she moved around from
sitting on the couch, to standing, stretching, bending over to touch her
toes, dropping down onto her knees on the floor, laying back and rolling
over, leaning up on her elbow with her head resting on her hand.  Around
and around she moved, while Robbie stepped all around her, shooting from
the front, the side, the floor, from up above and from behind her.

   Trey was now getting into the movement, flowing through the changing
positions, by now pretty much oblivious to where Robbie was with the camera
as he kept clicking away.  It was more than an hour before she heaved a big
sigh.  "Can I get a drink?  I think I need to rest for just a minute."

   "Sure, Sweetheart.  That'll give me time to download what we've done so
far.  We'll take a quick look at that, and then see if we can get some
ideas from some of the other models.  Can you get the juice okay by
yourself?"

   "Mmm-hmm" from Trey as she headed off to the kitchen.

   Robbie dumped all 3 memory cards that he'd filled so far onto the
computer and checked a few of them to make sure they had the quality he was
looking for, and then started flipping through websites to find the samples
he was looking for.  By the time Trey came into the study with her juice,
he was ready to show her his first shots of her side by side with some of
the tame young model pics.  She was surprised to see that she hardly even
recognized herself in some of the pictures they'd just taken; they really
did look as good and sometimes even better than the models on the websites.

   Robbie then started flipping through some just slightly more risqué
shots, where the models were sitting with legs apart so the picture showed
a little bit of her underwear, tops unbuttoned showing a bra or even a hint
of bare breast, even beginning to remove some clothing.  Trey's eyes were
fixed on the computer screen as Robbie was quietly chatting away.

   "Now these are the type of pictures that lots of older guys really like
to see.  These shots are just hinting that guys are able to peek at
something they're not supposed to see, and that's when us dirty old men
start to become aroused." Rob has his arm around Trey's waist pulling her
tightly into him so her mound was inadvertently rubbing against his hip
bone.  He was just whispering into Trey's ear now as he flipped through
picture after picture, and she just stared even more intently at the
monitor.  Stealing a quick glance out of the corner of his eye confirmed
what he'd felt, she was squeezing her thighs together; her cheeks were just
slightly flushed and her breathing was just a touch heavier.

   "Ready to begin again, Little One?"

   "Okay.  What should I do now?"

   "If you go into the very back of the closet in your room, you'll find
another skirt and blouse that are almost like the ones you're already
wearing, but they're a bit smaller, shorter, and a little lighter weight,
so you won't get as hot under the lights.  Why don't you go up and change,
and I'll meet you back in our `studio' when you're done."

   "Okay, I'll be right back."

   Sure enough, the new skirt was several inches above her knees when she
came back down, and it was `flouncier' than her previous heavy wool one, so
it would fly up more as she was turning and twisting.  And although she
couldn't see it, this blouse was made of a fabric that was practically
transparent under the intense photography lights that Robbie was using.

   Robbie had Trey repeat just a few of the earlier moves, sitting,
standing, stretching, bending, and then pulled out from behind the couch a
very pretty, oversized hobby horse.  "Oh Robbie!  He's beautiful!  Can I
ride him?"

   "That's what he's here for, Sweetheart." Trey rushed over and swung her
leg over the carved saddle, placing her feet on the wooden pegs that
extended out from the carved front legs and began to rock back and forth.

   Robbie had made some special changes to this horse, shaping the saddle
so that it had a slight ridge that ran down the center, carved in such a
way that it wasn't obvious, all the way from the back of the saddle down to
where it met with the pommel at the front; it also became more pronounced
as it got closer to the front.  The back of the saddle also had more of a
slope to it than usual so that the rider would be continuously slipping
down to rub up against the rather strangely shaped pommel.

   None of these special modifications really registered on Trey's
conscious mind.  But very quickly, the primitive, instinctive reflexes of
her subconscious were sensing their effects on her pleasure center. 
Without really even being aware of what she was doing, Trey began to push
herself back on the saddle by straightening her legs against the wooden
pegs, then spreading her knees wide to allow herself to slide down along
the slight ridge and up against the pommel.

   The springs that made the horse continuously bounce added to the
vibrations she was feeling in her loins and she began to ride more
vigorously.  Rubbing.  Pressing.  Pushing back.  Sliding down, rubbing. 
Pressing.  Pushing back.  Sliding down, rubbing.  Pressing against ... 
wait, what was that?  There was a slight tingle.  A little vibration as she
pressed her crotch up against that strange pommel.  Oh!  Nice.  Again.  A
little more.

   She pushed back and let herself slide down along the ridge until she
felt the pommel press right between the lips of her pussy.  Yes.  There was
a definite tingle.  Ohhh.  Nice.  She remained pressed up against the
pommel for a few more seconds before slowly pushing herself back.  Her
concentration now total, she hadn't seen Robbie adjusting the remote
control for the tiny vibrating unit contained in his customized saddle
pommel.

   Now she was pushing way back, taking a long slide down the ridge that
ran down the center of the saddle, by now well lubricated by her juices,
and then pressing her now soggy cunt up against the pommel where she let
herself settle for fifteen, then twenty seconds.  "OOHhh.  MMMmmm.  MMmmm."
She didn't even hear herself gasping and moaning.  Didn't realize she was
doing it.  She was starting to sweat.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and her
mouth, lips parted, teeth clenched in a tight grimace.  "OOohhhh.".

   She managed to force herself back, and once again slid along the ridge
that somehow seemed to spread her labia apart, making her even more open to
the pommel that was starting to nudge right into her vagina.  The
vibrations were now right along the bud of her clit.  "OOOhhhh.  OOhhhh
God. Ohh Godd.  OoHhh GODDD.  OH, again.  MMmmm." Pushing back.  Sliding
down.  Her shear panties now being pulled right into her hole as the head
of the pommel begins to enter.  "OOOHHhh Dear GOD!"

   And that was it.  Trey's chest fell forward over the neck of the horse,
her arms wrapped around the neck as she now slowly worked herself onto the
vibrating pommel until it was pretty much seated completely inside her. 
She started to slowly hump against it, legs scissoring open and then closed
again, up and down, speed increasing, now moaning loudly.  Humping.  Up and
down.  Now she was almost violent in thrusting herself down onto the
intruder.

   For an entire five minutes she kept at it, mind completely shut down to
anything but the feelings she was getting and the urgent need she was
sensing, the absolute crisis of the climax she was chasing.  Up.  Down. 
Slamming down.  Grinding.  Moaning.  Humping.  And finally she was writhing
in a frenzy of hunching onto her invader.  Shaking.  Keening.  Moaning. 
Crying.  Pelvis vibrating as if with a seizure.  She was there.  She Was
THERE!!!!

   Once again, her entire body had become rigid, only her mound continuing
to vibrate wildly on the pommel that was now part of her.  As Robbie used
the remote to turn off the vibrating unit, Trey lay frozen across the horse
for at least 3 minutes before her legs and arms began to loosen and then,
like a wet noodle, she simply remained draped there in a blissful slumber.

   Robbie had certainly gotten some great pictures (and video) of Trey's
mind - shattering orgasm, but of course her skirt and blouse were still
intact and concealed much of the real action.  However, it wasn't even noon
yet, and he was pretty confident that he would be able to coax her into a
little more modeling today, before it was time to get her cleaned up and
presentable for her mom's return.



   Chapter 2

   Robbie gently lifted Trey's still limp body off the horse and sat with
her on the couch, softly combing through her hair with his fingers while
letting her slowly return to awareness.

   "Mmmmm," Trey quietly sighed as she stretched out, gradually returning
to life.  "What a beautiful horse.  I really like him.  Is it yours?  Will
it be here?" Robbie noticed that she was not mentioning anything about the
special way she had enjoyed her ride.  Maybe she thought he hadn't noticed,
or recognized the pleasurable buildup or her final explosive orgasm.  Of
course, she had been so focused and intent in her pursuit of the climax,
that she had effectively blocked out any awareness of anything else going
on around her.  So, it's possible she really did think he didn't know.

   "It must have been nice and soothing cuz it looks like it put you right
to sleep," Robbie commented while continuing to lightly stroke her hair.

   "Mmmm.  It was nice"

   "Can we get a few more shots in this outfit before we have you change?"

   Yawning and stretching, Trey replied, "Okay.  What should I do now?"

   "Let me just adjust your blouse a little bit here," Trey was still so
drowsy she didn't really notice that Robbie's `adjustments' included
unbuttoning the top 3 buttons.  "Then, I want you to start off sitting on
this little stool here.  Like this." Robbie subtly flicked the back of her
skirt out of the way so she wasn't sitting on it when she settled down on
the low small stool.  He moved her knees a little bit apart and had her
clasp her hands together behind her back.

   "Okay, Little One, you can just sit there for now, and I'm just going to
be snapping pictures from all around you.  All right?" "-Kay," Trey
dreamily replied with a slight smile, still coming down from her earlier
euphoria.

   Robbie tried to avoid disturbing Trey's semi trance as he maneuvered all
around, clicking off shot after shot.  He was right, under the bright
lighting he was using, Trey's blouse was nearly transparent, clearly
highlighting the sheer lacey bra underneath.  He was leaning over her from
the front and from the back, getting sweet downblouse shots that actually
showed almost all of the perfect, sweet swelling of her breasts through the
bit of a gap, made even more visible with the opened buttons.

   Now he was down on his knees moving around her, shooting up from an
angle near the floor.  With her knees remaining spread as he had set them
and the seat of the stool being so small and low, Robbie was capturing
perfect shots that showed how completely see-through her panties had
become, still soaked as they were from her previous excitement.  He had to
get much more of this!

   "Okay, Sweetheart, now I want you to come down onto the floor and
stretch out on your back.  I'm just going to adjust your position from time
to time when I think it'll make a better picture.  But before you do that,
I want you to go out into the kitchen and take off your bra for me.  Then
put your blouse back on and button it up, but leave the top 2 buttons open.
Okay?"

   Trey looked like she was going to ask why but before she could, he told
her, "That way we can take some pictures like the last models that we
looked at, remember?  Where they weren't really showing anything much, but
gave just enough of a hint so guys would get excited.  Will you do that for
me, Sweetheart?" "All right."

   She was back within just a couple of minutes and Robbie guided her to
lay down on her back and started to click away again while moving around
her, from down by her feet, from both sides, from over her head, shooting
straight down from above, and more.

   Trey still wasn't aware that in these harsh lights, her blouse had
become quite transparent, so Robbie was able to take various shots that
highlited the beauty of the just beginning swells that were growing into a
woman's breasts; beautifully formed and shaped, lovely, dusty-rose areola
at the upthrust peak, capped by the darker, firm, eraser shaped nipples.

   Robbie didn't want Trey to realize he was focusing on her chest, though
he was having a hard time keeping himself fro bending down and starting to
kiss, nibble and suck on these gorgeous budding morsels.  Trey wasn't
paying much attention to what he was doing though as she just continued
staring vacantly off at nothing in particular with a distant, satisfied
smile curling her lips.

   Now Robbie did drop down onto his knees.  While still moving around her,
he began to make some further adjustments.  He pushed Trey's left foot back
towards her butt, which caused her knee to rise, which in turn caused the
shorter, `flouncier' skirt to slip down and end up puddled around her
waist. Now the entire front panel of the very silky, sheer panties was on
display and since he had made certain to carefully cut out the extra crotch
layers on all the new underwear he'd bought for her, he was capturing a
nearly unimpeded shot of the top of her crease.

   Firmly gripping the shoe on her right foot, Robbie began slowly but
steadily pressing it out, away from her left leg while at the same time
pulling down, to so that Trey's entire body slowly slid down along the
carpet, pulling the back of her skirt higher.  The friction of the carpet
also tugged on the waistband of her panties, pulling the crotch more
tightly into her mound.

   He moved to her side and took hold of each of her hands as if trying out
different positions for them, first down at her sides then in different
places across her tummy, above her head.  While moving her hands into the
various positions he managed to undo the next two buttons on her blouse
without Trey realizing it.  He leaned over and slid one hand under each
side of her rib cage in order to press out any wrinkles in her blouse but
also pulling it taut from the back so it was now gaping open down the
front.

   "How are you doing, Trey?" Robbie started a soft patter of conversation
to keep her attention off of the serious mess he'd made of her clothing. 
"You're doing a great job of modeling today, Sweetheart.  Nobody would ever
know you weren't a professional model.  You doing okay?"

   "Mm-hmm" was Trey's still drowsy reply.  Robbie continued to shoot all
around her while continuing the soothing, quiet banter, making ongoing
subtle adjustments to her pose to obtain maximum exposure of her `girl'
parts.

   Her panties are now pulled firmly up and into the cleft, spreading the
lips of her pussy.  Though now nearly dried, the ultra thin panties are
still sheer enough for him to discern that her labia are still red and
puffy from their earlier encounter with the pommel on the saddle of the
hobby horse.

   The experiences that Trey had enjoyed last night and this morning had
pretty well sapped her of much of her energy, and Robbie assumed that was
the reason she seemed so out of it.  He didn't want to push her too far,
too fast .....  to have her overdose on sex, as it were.  He knew she would
continue to have completely involuntary, reflexive or instinctive responses
to stimulation.  But, driving her to another climax of the magnitude of the
last few she had experienced might be too much for her to handle.  Still,
he wanted her to have at least one more smaller session for his cameras,
then he'd have her rest before cleaning up to be ready when her mom gets
home.

   He loved seeing her laid out like this and hoped the pictures would be
able to adequately capture the scene, blouse gaping yet stretched tight to
show the perfection of the mounds of her growing breasts, breasts that
haven't flattened at all when she is laid out on her back, or from the
fabric of her blouse being tightly pulled across them.  Obviously these
swells are already firm and meaty even though only hinting at their
eventual proportions.  And it was certain that their shape could never be
improved upon.

   Her pudenda, too was firm and meaty, also showing a perfect shape, and
all the more enticing as viewed through the gossamer panties.  He knew he
would not be able to wait much longer before tasting her fruits for
himself, but not today.  Not today.

   Under the couch was the same velvet pouch that he had drawn upon last
night.  Pulling it out and opening it, Robbie withdrew a much smaller
weapon, barely the size of a penlight.  He continued to move himself around
Trey's prone, nearly stuporous body, keeping up with the soft banter and
frequent adjustments to her limbs or clothing, adjustments that by now she
is completely oblivious to.

   Turning the small unit on to a very low speed vibration setting, Robbie
made seemingly inadvertent contact with each nipple as he continued his
efforts to fine tune her pose and her clothing, observing with a smile as
the little nubs stood proudly to attention.  A quick shiver ran through
Trey's chest and shoulders, yet she still didn't seem to be aware of Robbie
or what he was doing around her.  To her.

   He now has three different digital video cameras attached to close-set
tripods focusing in from different angles, and decides he can dispense with
the hand held still cameras for a while.  Feather light with his free hand
he reaches down and pinches the waistband of her panties just above her
pubis.  Very gently, almost imperceptively he begins to rhythmically tug,
pulling the panties deeper into her crease with the same pulse he is using
to stimulate her nipples with the tiny vibrator.  He notes the slight flush
beginning to show on her chest.

   After several minutes, abandoning her breasts, Robbie moves himself so
he is now squatting between Trey's legs.  He has come to recognize the
scent of her arousal and he smells it now.  Bending down so his face is
just inches from her valley, his eyes are riveted to see the pulsing rhythm
he had instigated now seemingly alive within the mouth of her pussy.  He
knows it's the pulsing beat of her engorged clitoris, its excited bud still
barely hidden in its hood.

   Hardly making any contact, Robbie now guides the tip of the small
vibrator up through her crease starting at her bottom and ending right at
that pulse near the top of her slit.  He repeats the action, and then
slowly does it again.  And yet again.  Slowly.  Barely touching.  Panties
once again becoming wet along the crease as Trey's juices have again
started to flow.  Slight twitching of her abdomen, then her pubis itself is
twitching as her butt begins a slight rocking motion trying to increase the
contact with the small tingle generator.

   Reminding himself of his commitment to let Trey off with only a small
orgasm, Robbie is now steadily increasing the pressure of his strokes,
though still being gentle and taking an extra few seconds at the top of
each stroke so her pearl grows stiffer.  Needier.

   Trey's breathing had become raspy now.  Her moans much quieter than last
night, really just grunts.  As if she was stretching to reach something. 
Which she was.  Robbie could see the tendons in her thighs straining as her
pubis continued to twitch, trying to reach the source of the buzzing
sensation.  Robbie's strokes were getting faster now, each one accompanied
by the slurpy sound of her again sodden panties sliding between the lips of
her cunt with each pass of the vibrator.

   He focused more attention, more time at the top of each stroke carefully
guiding the tip of the tool to circle around, caressing the hood but still
staying away from direct contact with the bud of the clitoris, knowing she
was ready now, and at any moment he could let her go over the cliff.  This
was the time, he knew.  He could rock her over into a nice, satisfying
climax, one that wasn't as frenzied and all consuming as her earlier ones.
That's what he wanted for her now.

   He gently applied the vibrator directly to the head, knowing she was
well lubricated, saturated really by her own juices.  Trey stiffened,
gasped, thighs quivering, pubis twitching uncontrollably now.  "UUUHHH! 
UUHHh!  UuhhH!  Three small grunts.  Three thrusts, three humps to keep her
clit pressed onto the vibrator during her peak, and her muscles went slack.
She was done.

   And again, looking nearly comatose.

   Robbie picked her up and carried her to her room, pulled the covers back
and laid her down.  He decided to remove her blouse and skirt and let her
just sleep in her panties.  He covered her again with the comforter and
left her to get a good restful and, hopefully, restorative sleep.  If she
didn't get up on her own, he'd wake her in about three and a half hours, so
she could get her bearings and take a nice relaxing shower before Mom gets
home.