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The next day, he woke up, and was just beside himself. He was 40 something, married, a pillar of the community, carrying on with a girl the same age as his step daughter. Honestly, he didn't know whether to throw up or go blind. He was puttering around the house trying to figure out what to do when the damn door bell rang.
It was Robin with a friend, a beautiful friend at that. "Whew," he thought, "at least he was safe from himself, her, and their out of control carnal urges; there was a chaperone."
Well that turned out to be a false hope, Robin had spilled the beans, and her friend Charisse was interested in becoming a part of the action.
Rob was so angry, that he drug Robin into the back room, and really chewed her ass out. She was very contrite, very apologetic, it had just slipped out, but honestly, at this point, there was nothing to do but make the best of it.
He told her in no uncertain terms, no one else, and that she really deserved a beating, and she agreed, but just not right now! She knew that she deserved a good spanking, but she was still sore from the last one.
They put on their happy faces, and went out to find Charisse. She was sitting on the couch nervously clasping and unclasping her hands. She knew that her addition to the party had caused major conflict, and she made to leave.
Rob couldn't stop her; that would be rape, but he did discourage it. He reasoned that, if she was a willing accomplice, maybe she would have a vested interest in keeping the whole thing secret.
He sat across from her, while Robin sat with her on the couch, and just started idle conversation: school, work, family, friends. Eventually, they got around to dating, sex, and why she was here.
Boys were always in a hurry, scratchy soul patches, rough when soft was called for, and soft when a little rough would be good. She just wanted to enjoy the moment without worrying about the after.
Rob didn't say anything, he just got up, and went and sat with her and Robin on the couch. He started running his hand through her hair, while he gently stroked her arm.
Robin, bless her heart, had taken the cue, and was on the other side doing the same thing. Then to Rob's total amazement, Robin took the lead. She reached for the top button on Charisse's blouse, but Charisse's hand came up and stopped her.
Robin whispered to her that this was not going to happen with her fully clothed, so she needed to relax. Charisse looked at Robin, then looked at Rob, arrived at her decision, and just leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
Robin finished with the blouse, and opened it up. The bra that Charisse had on was very transparent, and her nipples were excited, and really showed through. Robin set the pace by gently stroking her abdomen and then her upper breasts where they were bulging out of the cups.
Rob was concerned that adding his hand to the action would destroy the moment, but he reasoned that eventually he'd be front and center, so he gently started stroking in the same area. When he saw the nipples poking out he paid a little attention there as well.
Her bra had a clasp in the front, and Robin was an expert, so in a flash, the puppies were liberated.
Rob couldn't resist, he had to bend down and suckle one; this brought a moan from Charisse. He wondered if Robin, deep down inside, wanted to be more of a participant than a simple observer, and he decided to find out.
He knew that, at the very least, Robin would need a little push, or in this case, pull, so he gently grabbed her neck, and pulled her in. He gave her a little kiss, turned her head so that her mouth was directly over a nipple, then let nature take its course. Robin was really not interested in doing this, or so her face said, but her body language said otherwise.
She struggled with herself, as a dozen emotions flashed across her face, but eventually, she decided to give it a try. Ever so tentatively, she leaned in, stuck out her tongue, and swirled it around the nipple.
When Charisse felt the second mouth on the second nipple, her head sprang up with almost a look of horror, but then she just got a resigned look on her face, shrugged her shoulders, and put her head back. Upon realizing that she'd get no resistance from Charisse, Robin went full bore, sucking, nibbling, and tonguing the wonderfully erect nipple.
Between Rob's and Robin's ministrations, Charisse was in overdrive, and her moans proved it.
Charisse was wearing shorts, so while they were working on her nipples, Rob was gently rubbing her leg from knee to the bottom of her shorts. They were a little loose at the hem of the leg openings, so when Rob's fingers reached the top of her thighs, he was able to insert them a short way inside, and stroke the panty-covered area that was dangerously close to her mons. This just added to Charisse's arousal.
Nothing in Rob's experience had prepared him for anything like this, so he was running on passion alone, and that passion wanted to see some girl-girl action. He took Robin's hand, and placed it on the other leg right in the vee, actually touching the shorts-covered pussy.
She was struggling with the concept, even though she was suckling a breast, this was crossing another line that she wasn't sure she wanted to cross. She had never even been bi-curious!
She gave Rob a questioning look and shook her head no, which he answered with smile and an encouraging nod. She knew that he wouldn't force her; that the decision was hers and hers alone.
Finally, she made up her mind, and started rubbing. It felt delightfully kinky to insert her fingers inside the leg of the shorts, and trace patterns on Charisse's panties. Because her fingers were smaller then Rob's, she was actually able to reach Charisse's clit and based on her reactions, she loved it as well.
Before long, Charisse was squirming around, and jutting he pelvis forward in order to make more contact with one or both of those wonderful hands. Her moans were getting louder and louder.
Rob took the lead with the snap, and then Robin helped with the zipper, and together, they pulled the shorts down.
Charisse was wearing a very see through pair of panties, pale blue with dark blue hearts. Without breaking stride, he grabbed one side, while his eyes told Robin to grab the other, and they gradually peeled them down.
There was a major wet spot and the wonderful aroma of arousal wafted around the room. Rob had to stifle the urge to wad them up, bury his nose in them, and inhale.
Charisse was sitting on the couch, blouse open, bra open, boobs exposed, and naked from the waist down, but with her legs clamped tightly together.
Rob kissed his way down her stomach; she had no pubic hair, but he nibbled his way across that region. Then down her thighs, and all the way to her feet.
He started back up, and met some resistance especially when he tried to spread her legs, but with Robin whispering in her ear, and playing with her breasts, Charisse gave in. Her legs were only spread slightly, but once Rob's tongue went to work, they spread apart like a blooming flower.
Before they knew it, she had slid down so that her ass was hanging off the couch, and her legs were completely spread open exposing everything. Robin was caressing and stroking but not doing much else, and again Rob wondered if she would be willing to help.
He raised his eyebrows in a questioning look, and motioned her closer. When she was close enough, he gave her a kiss which clearly tasted of Charisse. Then he moved his head out of the way, and pulled her in closer to the action. Robin got the deer in the headlights look, and froze.
She had never experimented with other girls, and had just had her first taste of womanhood, her own, the day before. This was something that she had never really envisioned.
Yesterday, she had kind of wondered if other girls tasted the same, but wondering and finding out first hand, were totally different things. Besides, she was here to hold Charisse's hand, and watch. Now Rob was trying to get her even more involved.
She resisted slightly, he continued to pull gently, and finally she came to the conclusion that he was older and more experienced, and that he hadn't steered her wrong before; she decided to give it a try.
She leaned down, give a tentative lick, gave herself a second to react to the flavor, and decided that it was pretty good. The strangled "aghhh" from Charisse closed the deal for her; she dove in.
She stayed on the couch attacking the problem from the top. She licked, from the top to the bottom, and left and right, all to the tune of strangled moans from Charisse. When she suckled her clit, Charisse all but screamed as she was wracked by her best orgasm ever.
Robin's tongue continued dancing around the area, Getting even more daring, she made a point of her tongue, and stuck it in as far as it would go. Robin had snaked a hand up Charisse's belly, and was alternately rubbing, tweaking, and pinching those wonderful nipples.
By the sounds that Charisse made, Robin was pretty certain that she was loving it. Robin had to admit it to herself, that she was loving it also.
By now Charisse knew that someone other than Rob was "down there," and she just didn't care. It was too good to stop.
Charisse was soooo exposed, legs way open, and Rob was loving the show, but he wanted to get in on the action as well. He wondered if Robin had told Charisse about how much she'd enjoyed having her ass eaten.
He was terrified of ruining the mood, but he really wanted in, and made a decision. While Robin worked on her front, he got down on the floor, and worked his way in so that he could pay attention to Charisse's little starfish.
When his tongue hit its target, it must have been like an electric shock because Charisse started bouncing around, flailing her legs, and almost screaming. Her orgasms were so strong that everyone could feel them.
Eventually, as if almost by some prearranged signal, Rob and Robin both stopped at the same time.
When Charisse came down from her orgasmic bliss, she realized that she had been made love to by another girl, and she really liked it. Rob's tongue had licked her ass and she'd really liked that as well. She got a little self conscious when she realized that she was the only naked person in the room. Hell, not only was she naked, she was splayed out with everything on display.
More than anything, she wanted to get dressed and get out of there so that she could process her emotions. She gave Robin a kiss, and tasted herself. She gave Rob a kiss which had a little musty flavor, and she decided that she liked both. She quickly gathered up her clothes, got dressed and left.
Robin was so overcome with lust, that she said the first thing that came into her head; unfortunately, it was something that she had seen in a bad porno at a sleepover, "Give it to me now, give it to me hard, give it to me rough, and give it to me deep!" She really had no idea what that meant, but she was going to find out soon enough.
Rob couldn't believe what he had heard, but taking her at her word, he grabbed her, threw her over the back of the couch, pulled her dress up, yanked her panties down, and sunk his full length into her with one forceful lunge.
Robin's head came up, her legs shot out, and she tried her best to get away from the onslaught, but her pelvis was jammed hard against the unyielding couch, and she had no place to go. She exclaimed, "OH CRAP THAT HURTS!"
Rob almost thought the same thing; she was so tight that it was painful. He tried to stop himself, or at least slow down but he just couldn't even though he knew Robin was in serious pain. The little head was thinking for the big head, and it wanted to get busy.
Robin wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't all that experienced, and she certainly hadn't had anything Rob's size. Leaning against the back of the couch also meant that she had no place to go, and no way to soften Rob's thrusts. Not only that, but, following her request, Rob started pounding away, never giving Robin time to even catch her breath.
For Robin the pain mixed with the pleasure, and she was having orgasm after orgasm. She was moaning and crying at the same time. The pain had lessened to the point that it wasn't terrible, and all she knew was that her clit was on fire.
Thankfully, with all the stimulation, Rob wasn't going to last very long, and just about the time that she was getting desperate to stop, Rob came. When he did, he grabbed her hips, thrust as hard and deep as he possibly could, and splashed her insides with cum, which increased the pain, but also triggered her biggest orgasm yet.
For several minutes, they just lay there, until Rob's penis came out with a lewd pop. He continued to lay over her gently stroking her arms, back, and neck while he apologized for his roughness.
This made Robin giggle, "I've never experienced anything that intense; don't apologize. I may not walk right for a week, but it was great!"
When they finally separated, and she was getting dressed, Rob marveled had how pretty she was, how lucky he was to have intercepted that text; serendipity!
As she was leaving Rob reminded her that his wife would be home the next day. Robin said not to worry, her mother would be at work all day, could Rob come by on his lunch hour? He reminded her that he was still serious about a spanking, and she agreed with a giggle that she needed one.
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