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CHAPTER ONE

Eighteen-year-old Robin was sitting cross-legged on the floor watching her mother setting out the last of the hors d'oeuvres. Dressed in jeans and T-shirt, Robin's blonde hair streamed down her back. She was waiting for her boy friend, Lance Woodward, who was taking her to a movie. The girl admired her mothers vibrant beauty, although she sometimes felt she wore too much make up, and dresses that were more revealing than they should be. Her mother was a fantastic-looking woman in her mid-thirties with deep auburn hair and a lush figure that deserved to be displayed, yet Robin felt the short cocktail dress she was wearing showed a bit too much of her smooth thighs.

"Are you having a large party tonight?" the girl asked.

"Not really, honey. Just a few couples. What are you doing this evening?"

"Going to the drive-in with Lance," Robin replied.

"You won't stay out too late," her mother smiled. "I worry, when you're in a car."

"Don't worry, Mom," she laughed. "I'll be home early."

Watching her mother, Robin could easily understand why her step-father had married her. She had a vitality and a dazzling beauty that set her apart from most women. The contrast of her mother's long auburn hair against her white skin was almost breathtaking.

Robin was happy her mother had married Bob Clayton. He was a quiet man, and a real gentleman. During the two years that Bob and her mother had been married, he had been exceptionally kind and considerate to Robin, never excluding her from their lives.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Lance's horn, and after a quick good-bye to her mother, she dashed through the door.

"Hi, honey," the big, dark-haired boy smiled.

"Hi, Lance," she smiled, settling into the seat. Sitting close to him, she rested her hand on his thigh as she habitually did when they were in the car.

Later, as she lay back in his arms watching the movie, she could feel his hand against her bate flesh as he slipped it up under her T-shirt. She knew exactly what was going to happen next, but it always thrilled her. First he would fondle her breasts, and then, when she was built up to a wild pitch, Robin would always take his cock out and masturbate him. That was their ritual at the drive-in for a long time, and though they never had intercourse, they seemed perfectly satisfied with the arrangement. Naturally there were times when Lance had became overly excited and begged her to let him fuck her, but she had always refrained. Robin would have loved to have his hard cock in her pussy, but she was reluctant to give up her virginity.

"Gee that feels good," she whispered, feeling his hand cupping her bra-less boobs under the T-shirt.

Rolling the soft tit in his hand, Lance gently squeezed her nipple between thumb and forefinger, feeling it beginning to sprout in response. The size and hardness of her nipples when she was excited always turned him on.

"Not too hard," she whispered, darting her little tongue against his ear lobe. She could feel her buds expanding, little electric thrills shooting through her as he lightly nipped and squeezed her sensitive flesh. Rubbing her hand over his crotch, Robin could feel his cock throbbing through his pants.

Releasing her nipples, Lance raised her T-shirt, exposing her firm breasts. Her tittie buds were cherry-hard and the swollen areolas around them were covered with exciting little goose bumps.

Holding her breath, she watched him move down until his warm lips slipped around one of her swollen nipples.

"Oooooh, honey," she whispered, feeling her soft, excited flesh being sucked into his hot, wet mouth.

Lance's tongue moved across the firm bud, teasing it from side to side for a few moments and then, parting his lips, he sucked more of her breast into his mouth, playfully nipping into the flesh.

"Oh, honey," she sobbed, her hands frantically trying to lower the zipper on his fly. "It feels so good."

"Did you like that?" he whispered a few minutes later when he removed his mouth from the saliva-drenched breast.

"God, yes," she mewled, reaching through the boy's open fly, desperately grasping for his hard tool. "Now do it to the other one."

Opening his mouth again, he wolfed down on the other tit, causing Robin to squeal with delight. While his tongue went to work on this breast, her hand emerged from his fly, his stiff cock clenched in her fist.

"Oh, God," she whispered, "your cock feels so big and hard."

Her eyes glistening with excitement, she stared down at the beautiful cock she was holding. Gently squeezing it, she felt the stiff organ lurching and throbbing in her hand. Robin really loved to feel the foreskin sliding on the shaft while she moved her hand slowly up and down the organ.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered into his ear.

"Jesus, yes," Lance gasped, removing his mouth from her breast and throwing his head against the back of the seat.

Quickly pulling Lance's pants further down, Robin cupped his balls in one hand as she continued masturbating him with the other. She loved the sight of his pubic hair.

Moving her hand more rapidly, she felt his cock throbbing, steadily getting thicker and harder.

"Is that jizz?" she suddenly asked, seeing a drop of liquid seeping out of the little hole in the top of his big shiny cock-head.

"No," he gasped, writhing in the seat. "Not yet."

Touching the little drop of secretion with her finger, she spread the slippery fluid around his glans. It was exciting how his cock responded to her finger as she spread the silky-smooth fluid on his sensitive flesh. Seeing more of the secretion seeping from the hole, she began spreading the seminal lubrication all over his cock.

"Oh Christ," he moaned, feeling her hand sliding rapidly up and down his slippery shaft. "Don't stop, honey, don't stop!"

Realizing that he was ready to come, she quickly dug into her purse for a tissue. The first time she'd ever jacked him off, he'd shot his load all over her sweater.

"Are you close?" she gasped, clutching the tissue in her free hand.

"God, yes, honey," he stammered. "I'm almost there! Keep pumpin', baby, keep pumpin'!"

Trembling with excitement, she watched his cock swelling bigger and bigger inside her wildly pumping fist.

"Pump, baby, pump!" he screamed. "Bring me off, baby! That's it! That's it!"

Impulsively, Robin leaned toward his cock, completely fascinated by the lurching organ. Then she felt Lance's strong hands pressing her head down.

"Open your mouth," he shouted in a hysterical voice. "Take it in your mouth, honey! Open your mouth!"

Completely shocked by his sudden violence, she tried frantically to sit up.

"Open your Goddamned mouth," he screamed, trying to force her face over his cock-head.

His trembling legs suddenly stiffened and shot out in front of him as a thick stream of white, hot turn gushed out of his lust-bloated glans. It caught her completely by surprise. The semen squirted all over Robin's face. Hitting her cheek, it dribbled over her closed mouth. Robin fought to free herself, but the next spurt hit her square on her lips. Struggling to lift her face, she could feel squirt after squirt of the thick fluid shooting out of the crazed boy's cock. It was drenching her hair, filling her eyes, completely saturating her face.

When Lance collapsed against the seat, Robin tore herself free and began to clean her face with the tissue.

"What the hell were you trying to do?" she sobbed, blotting her face with the soggy tissue.

He didn't reply.

"Answer me!" she screamed.

"I wanted to come in your mouth," he gasped, still trembling from his wild climax.

"You filthy bastard," she sobbed, still trying to sop up the mess.

Absently licking her lips, she was startled by the strange, but rather pleasant taste of his semen. She had expected the thick, sticky fluid to have a vile, filthy taste, but to her surprise, it was quite pleasant.

"Now take me home," she snapped when she had finished cleaning the mess.

"Why get so damned up-tight," he argued. "Lots of chicks suck off their guys."

"Well I'm not sucking you or anyone else off," she glared. "Now take me home."

"What's so fuckin' wrong with suckin' a guy off?" he sighed, turning the key in the ignition.

"If a blow-job is what you want, go find another babe," she sobbed, "but keep that filthy cock away from my mouth."

When Lance stopped the car in front of Robin's house, she jumped out and slammed the door, not bothering to say good night. She heard the noise and boisterous laughter from her parent's party, and, in no mood to face the guests, Robin walked around the house to the garden. It was early and she was too upset to sleep, so she lay on the cool grass next to the patio. She didn't understand how Lance could have been so disgustingly crude with her. If he expected her to suck on his Goddamned prick, she was never going out with him again.

Diane Clayton, Robin's mother, was the life of the party, as usual. Her beauty and boundless energy always put her at center stage at any gathering. Tonight was no exception, and Diane loved the attention she was receiving from the male guests. Having used the summer heat for an excuse, she was not wearing hose, preferring to expose her smooth thighs beneath her short, black skirt. She loved the way men glanced at her legs as she moved around the room.

She was particularly pleased with the attention she was receiving from big Charlie Crawford. He was a sales representative for a manufacturing firm and spent most of his time on the road. His wife, Arline, was one of Diane's best friends, but because of Charlie's job, Diane had never known him very well. Over morning coffee Arline had often confided in Diane about his sexual prowess. She had once laughingly told Diane that with his sexual skill, she was certain that he had plenty of women on the road, but as long as he was such a fantastic performer at home, she didn't really care.

Diane wished she could say the same about Bob. She even wished that Bob had a string of women, if only to keep him away from her. The one blight of their two years of marriage was Bob's ineptness of making love. Diane was an extremely sexy person, and Bob's inadequate performance in bed was driving her crazy. She longed to feel a big, virile cock shooting a hot load into her hungry fuckhole.

As always, when Diane was drinking, she was getting horny. While talking to the male guests, she playfully touched their arms and hands, or when moving around, she would lightly brush her tits against a man.

Tonight, she was particularly pleased at the way Charlie Crawford's eyes followed her around the room. The way he looked at her sent hot tingles through her itching pussy. She had a wild desire to suck that big cock that Arline had told her so much about. God how she would love to have him fire a big torrent of his tangy cum-juice into her mouth.

When the stereo began playing a slow melody from the big band era, she staggered unsteadily across the room toward Charlie.

"Hi Charlie," she smiled at him. "Do you want my hod?"

"What?" he grinned, not knowing quite what she meant.

"D'ya wanta hold my horny little body, and pretend we're dancing," she giggled suggestively.

This time he knew what she wanted, and gently took her into his arms. Subtly arching her hips forward, she rotated her cunt against his crotch. Leaning her head back and smiling up into his eyes, her pelvis pushed harder, grinding her pussy even tighter against him. His hand resting low on her back, he drew the arched girl closer, returning the pressure with his own groin. Dancing slowly in the corner of the room, their genitals were pressed together.

"You're a neat dancer," she smiled, rotating her pussy against the hard bulge that she felt growing in his crotch.

"Yeah," he grinned. "If this is called dancing."

"What would you call it?" she teased.

"I don't know," Charlie laughed. "If I think of something, I'll tell you."

"Why not call it fucking," she whispered into his ear.

Diane felt his cock lurch when she uttered the nasty word. Their conversation came to an end when other couples joined them on the floor. Holding each other closely in their arms, they danced in silence, their excited genitals grinding against each other.

Bob, who was sitting with Arline Crawford, watched the couple as he talked. It was obvious to him what Diane and Charlie were doing, but he was powerless to stop it. He was fully aware of his inability to sexually satisfy his wife and had purposely overlooked some discreet affairs she'd had during their two years of marriage. Loving her tremendously, he felt their relationship was perfect, except for sex. He painfully overlooked her little adventures rather than lose her.

It was painful to watch Diane offering another man the same joys that she denied him. He was gad that Arline's back was turned, sparing her the torture he was going through.

When the music stopped, the horny couple joined Bob and Diane. Watching his wife's flushed face and glazed eyes as the two couples talked, Bob could tell how sexually excited his wife was. How he wished he were capable of lighting such a fire in her body.

Half drunk and crazed with the sexual excitement that Charlie Crawford had ignited in her loins, Diane could think of nothing but that big cock that she'd felt lurching in his pants. As the evening wore on, the desire became more intense than she could bear. Her body felt like it had turned to butter, and the itching sensation in her pussy was driving her wild.

Feeling almost faint, Diane went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Standing by the sink, she heard someone enter the room. Turning, she saw Charlie Crawford's big frame looming above her.

Taking her into his arms, he lowered his mouth to her eagerly parted lips. Their tongues locked sensuously in a deep kiss, they writhed their loins together with a desperate madness. Rotating her pussy against his crotch, Diane felt his stiff cock.

She had never been so horny in her life, and a sticky stream of cuntal juice was dripping out of her inflamed cunt and running down her thigh. Her tongue slurping deep in his mouth, Diane frantically ground her juicy cunt against his cock. God, how she wanted to feel and touch it.

"Diane," he gasped. "Can we spend an afternoon together in a motel?"

"God, yes," she sobbed. "Any time. Any time. Just call me."

Thrilled that she was going to spend an afternoon in bed with Charlie, she still had a wild desire to fondle his big prick now. She began tearing at his belt and zipper so she could release his throbbing shaft from the confines of his stretched pants. Glancing through the slightly opened kitchen door, Diane saw her husband was deeply engrossed in a conversation.

"Come out here," she whispered, taking Charlie by the hand and leading him onto the darkened patio.

Slipping into the shadows, she backed him against the wall, only three or four feet away from where Robin was lying on the lawn. The girl was partially concealed by a low shrub, making it almost impossible for them to notice her.

Robin was about to announce her presence, when she saw Charlie Crawford's pants drop to his ankles, revealing his cock.

"God, Charlie," she heard her mother gasp. "That's a beautiful, big cock."

Robin stared in disbelief as she watched her mother sliding his velvety foreskin up and down over his cockhead. It was too late now to announce her presence, so Robin remained perfectly still, her heart pounding in her throat.

She watched Charlie reach under her mother's short dress, cupping the soft white cheeks of her ass in his big hands. His fingers slipped under her flimsy bikini panties, and probed the soft, warm crevice between her ass-cheeks. Her skirt raised high, he pulled her closer to him, rolling his hard cock back and forth against her bare belly.

"Could it be tomorrow?" she heard her mother whisper. "Can we spend tomorrow together in a motel?"

"Yes," he gasped, his finger working in and out of the deep crevice. "I'll call you in the morning."

"Oh, God," her mother sobbed, "I need a good fucking so bad."

"Don't worry," he smiled. "I promise you the best fuckin' time you've ever had."

"Oh, Charlie," she whispered. "You can't imagine what a lousy lay my poor, sweet husband is. I really need a good fucking."

Robin couldn't believe what she was hearing and seeing. She had always thought her mother and step-father had a good marriage. Not only was her mother unfaithful, but she was telling a neighbor about Bob's lousy sex performance. At that moment, she felt nothing but hate for her mother.

When Charlie released her, Diane dropped to her knees, eagerly grasping his hard shaft in her hands. Smiling up at him, she began gently sliding his cock's skin back and forth.

Robin almost shit her pants when she saw her mother lean forward and lightly lick the end of his prick.

"Christ, that feels good," Charlie moaned, leaning back against the wall.

"Do you like Diane's naughty little tongue?" she teased, swirling it around the bloated cock-head.

"Shit, yes," he gasped, his legs trembling with excitement.

Robin couldn't believe it when she watched her mother open her mouth wide and slide her lips over the big cock. The young girl was fascinated as she watched the big saliva-drenched cock slithering in and out of her mother's lips.

Removing the swollen cock-head from her mouth, Diane vigorously licked the entire underside of his dick.

"Jesus Christ," Charlie moaned as Robin watched her mother begin licking his balls. Diane licked and sucked until the crinkly skin glistened with spit.

Despite her disgust, Robin felt small tremors of excitement rippling through her loins. She found the sound of her mother's sucking and slurping quite erotic.

"Now, baby," Diane whispered as she put the big cock-head back in her mouth, "you're gonna get the best blow-job you've ever had."

"Suck me good, honey, suck me good," he gasped, bracing his back against the wall.

Her head began bobbing frantically over the glistening shaft, taking it deeper into her mouth with every lurch. Her hair was flying wildly around her face as her mouth slid faster and faster over his wet cock.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, thrusting his cock up to meet every plunge by her mouth. "I'm almost there, baby, almost there."

"Squirt me good, honey," she squealed between slurps. "Fill me up! Shoot me full!"

"Suck, damn you, suck," he gasped as he grabbed her hair, pumping her up and down over his cock.

"Squirt me, baby, squirt me full," she continued screaming as she frantically sucked the thrusting rod.

When Charlie gave a final lunge and his body began jerking against her mother's face, Robin realized that he was firing his load into her mother's throat. She knew for certain when she saw the thick, white cum dribbling out the corner of her mother's mouth.

Robin vividly recalled the strange pleasant taste of Lance's sperm that he'd sprayed on her lips earlier in the evening and she momentarily wished that Charlie's stiff cock was spurting into her mouth. Watching the ecstasy on her mother's face as she sucked the last drops from his cock, Robin began rubbing her own wet cunt.

She could never remember having been so stimulated in her life. The sound of the big penis slithering in and out of her mother's lips, and the sight of the creamy cum oozing out of her mouth had almost blown Robin's mind. She was trembling, her fingers clawing at her dripping, hot pussy.

"Did you like that, baby," her mother giggled as she stood up after draining Charlie of his last drop. "Is Diane a good cock-sucker?"

"God, can you suck a cock," he gasped, leaning against the wall as he shakily pulled his pants up.

"Wait till tomorrow," Diane giggled, taking his hand and slipping back into the house.

When they had gone, Robin quickly pulled her jeans down and thrusted her fingers into her juice-drenched slit, quickly bringing herself off. Then, hurrying into her bedroom, she phoned Lance. Lying back on the bed, the phone pressed to her ear, she hoped he would answer and not his parents. She knew it was late, but she desperately wanted to talk to him.

She was pleased when he answered.

"Lance," she whispered in a nervous voice. "This is Robin."

"As if I couldn't tell," he yawned. "What do you want?"

"I want to suck you off," she blurted, too excited to control herself.

"What?" he gasped, unable to believe what he'd heard.

"I want to suck you off," she repeated.

When he didn't answer, Robin continued. "Please take me for a ride tomorrow night. I really want you to come in my mouth and I'm awfully sorry about this evening."

"Okay," he stammered, partially stunned. "I'll pick you up about eight."

"That's neat," she giggled excitedly. "You're gonna get the best fuckin' blow-job you've ever dreamed about."