She felt her pussy-tunnel crush down. She'd expected the emptiness of years of masturbating, the same sensation of silky, juicy tissues pulsing about a void.
But there was something to grip. It wasn't a cock. It wasn't big enough to be a cock. But it was something. And she squeezed tightly around it, feeling grateful for the meager length and girth of his thumb.
Juice ran from her cunt, dewing her petals to the point of making them drip. At the same time, her asshole pulsed and sucked and quivered with an intensity she couldn't believe. He wouldn't stop. Even after she'd been coming for an eternity of gripping spasms, he wouldn't stop.
His tongue plunged deeper and deeper up her asshole, darting back and forth at the same time, making her feel as if her butt were being prodded with a slithering snake.
If he hadn't been holding her up by her crotch, and if she hadn't been elbowing the deck as hard as she could, she would have slid right through and fallen into an orgasming heap.
The waves came again and again, pounding through her starved body. Far off, she could hear whimpering, squealing sounds, and she knew she was making them, and that the children were watching her through the windshield, guessing… knowing…
Slowly, agonizingly, she turned her head. It was an unbelievable sensation. Her eyes were open, although she couldn't see too well. She pretended to be perfectly normal, although waves of orgasm still pounded through her.
She looked back at them from the corner of her eye. She saw Pete. She couldn't see Robin. She saw Pete's mouth opening and closing. She saw the expression of blissful agony on his face that she knew must be on hers.
Their eyes locked for just a moment, and then his head tossed back, and she could see him let out a groan. She couldn't hear it. She was making too much noise inside herself to hear it.
She didn't know what was happening. She didn't care right then. All she was really conscious of was the darting, thrusting, fucking tongue churning up her asshole and driving her absolutely wild.
And then she did know. She watched Pete make small jerking motions with his head back and his eyes hooded and his tongue licking over his lips, and she did know.
And she had the audacity to feel shocked!
Robin had watched Logan pull her mother into the cabin with a curious mixture of jealousy and secretive superiority. She wondered what her mother would think if she knew the way her daughter had sucked that big, hosing cock into her mouth. Or what she would think if she knew about the proposition Logan had just made.
The sight of the bulge at his crotch had made her pussy start watering again. She could picture the big prick, all stiff and throbbing and ready.
Ready for her young pussy tonight…
By God, he was going to fuck her pussy with it tonight, too. Not her mouth, not her hand, not his own hand. Her hot, silky cunt! She was going to make his cock spurt into her pussy this time – not her dog's.
"Thanks for telling her," Pete said darkly.
Robin watched the cabin door close, and her twat gave another trembling throb. Would he dare fuck her in there? Why else would he have closed the door?
"You could have told her," Pete said again.
His sullen tone distracted her finally, and she turned her head to look at him, ready to be totally disgusted with him. He still sat in the deck chair. The shade line of the cockpit roof passed back and forth over him as the boat pitched and rolled, making him blink on and off with sun and shade, like a flashing sign.
"He told you to take the wheel, Pete," she said.
"To hell with it."
She blinked. She looked at him again. It was Pete sitting there. And yet it wasn't. He was suddenly different in a way she couldn't understand.
"What's the matter with you?"
"You could have told your mother about my dad. You didn't have to let her go on believing he was just a commercial fisherman. I wondered why she always thought I wasn't good enough to be around you. Why she looked at me as if I were no better than a piece of old bait, or something."
"You're crazy," Robin said. She tried to put force behind it, but her tone was strange, just the way his expression was strange.
"It was you all along, wasn't it? You didn't tell her on purpose."
"I didn't want to spoil it for her," Robin said sassily. "She was enjoying feeling superior. She was enjoying giving me a hard time about you, telling me all about Daddy's high standards and how we had to be careful and all the rest."
"Not as much as you were enjoying it," Pete responded. He squinted against the flash of sunlight at her. "I'm beginning to see it all now, Robin. You like bugging her. You've said so enough. But now it's clear that you were just using me to bug her with, weren't you?"
"What's gotten into you, Pete?"
"Maybe it's what's gotten into you, Robin."
She sucked in her breath, then put on a show of outrage and anger. "You're the only thing that's gotten into me, Pete Bast! You and your stupid cock! Finally! After I nearly raped you to get it!"
"Not quite all," he said. "Has he fucked your cunt yet?"
"What?"
"Cut it out, Robin," Pete flared, feeling a charge of courage and anger. "I watched you!"
Robin laughed a little too loudly. "What kind of trick are you trying to play with me? You didn't watch me do anything, you jerk!"
"I watched him stare at your tits just now. And I watched the way you gave them a little shake for him, too."
"God, are you imagining things! Him? Logan? He's old enough to be my father, Pete! In fact, I think he's going to be just that in a little while!" She laughed too loudly again.
"I watched him whisper to you and give you a vulgar bump. What was that for? Was that why you looked so lustful just now when they went down there? Are you trying to use him, too?"
She strode towards the pilot's bench and took the wheel. "I don't have to put up with this crap, Pete. That does it. We're through!"
He got out of the chair and stood beside her, looking at her. "You know what I think, Robin? I think your mother had it just backwards. I think maybe you're not good enough for me."
"Oh!" she cried, snapping her head towards him. She lifted her hand for a quick slap, but he caught her wrist and held it very tightly and put his face close to hers.
"At least I don't fuck my dog!" he rasped savagely. "And I'd never let my future stepdaughter suck my cock off while a dog was working her over!"
Robin gasped and stared at him. "You did watch! Oh! Oh, you sneaky, spying bastard!"
"You taught me how! Remember?"
They locked gazes for a long moment. Robin couldn't believe the change in him. Her mind whirled. And then she saw the flicker of emotion in his eyes.
"Oh, Pete…" she whispered. "Pete, you're jealous."
"I was," he said. "I'm not any more."
"What are you, Pete?" she asked softly.
His eyes shifted. "I don't know what I feel, Robin. I really loved you. I really did. I tried to tell you. And now you've gone and… with him…"
"Pete… Pete, listen to me, honey. I did what you said. I can't deny that. Not if you watched me. He walked in on me and caught me… playing with myself. I was hot, Pete. I liked fucking you so much I got hot and couldn't wait for another prick inside me…"
"Quit lying, Robin. You've played with me long enough."
"Pete, he hasn't fucked me! Nobody's fucked me but you! I swear it!"
"Me and Midnight, you mean. A couple of dogs, is that it?" he said abjectly, looking ready to cry, looking more like the old Pete again.
"Honey, Midnight doesn't count! It's just been you, Pete. I swear it! All right, he offered just a little while ago. He offered to pay me back if I got you to quit talking to Mother about your dad. But I don't know if he was going to fuck my pussy or what!"