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CHAPTER TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sean blushed deep violet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sean shook his head solemnly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And this was it. Robin was a good cocksucker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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