"That's what you wanted, Robin. It was all over your face that that's what you wanted, and that's what hurts."
"Oh, honey – you are jealous!" she said softly, taking his face in her hands.
She slid from the bench. She stood next to him, pressing her scantily clad body against his. She put her arms around him and held herself close, waiting for him to respond. His arms hung limply at his sides, and she felt him take in a deep breath.
She pulled back. She turned him slightly, urging him onto the bench behind the wheel.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm… Pete, I'm going to make it up to you. I'm going to make everything even again. Look, they're opening the hatch. It'll be all right, Pete."
"What are you talking about?"
They watched Robin's mother emerge partway from the hatch. Robin saw the expression on her mother's face, and her pussy-lips bloated quickly, imagining what Logan was doing to her.
"They're doing it, Pete!" she whispered excitedly.
"You're crazy!" he whispered back. "They're just coming out of the hatch onto the bow deck." He watched Mrs. Eglund for a long moment. And then he knew he was wrong.
He gasped suddenly. He looked down at the touch. He saw Robin kneel against the footrest and gasped again as her slim hand reached for his fly.
"Robin!"
"He's down there licking her pussy! I know he is! And I'm going to suck your big, wonderful cock off, Pete!"
"Robin!" he gasped again, pushing at her hand.
He squirmed in the seat. She was insistent. In a moment, his prick was free. She jacked it and pulled at it until it soared from his lap, the spongy young head throbbing and red.
"God, don't…" he moaned.
"I'm going to make it even, Pete. Better than even! I'm going to do to you what I learned to do with him and more! Oh, Pete, I'm going to suck your prick until you shoot your hot sperm into my mouth!"
"Robin…" he groaned shakily, his prick throbbing and jerking in spite of himself.
"Squirt your hot load right down my throat, honey! I want you to! God, I want to drink down every last drop! Ohhhhh, darling, if you thought my pussy was wonderful to fuck, just wait until you feel my hot mouth and tight lips and swirling tongue all over your big, wonderful prick!"
She jacked his cock faster. She heard him groan again. She watched the velvety head swell and pulse and grow redder.
She licked her lips and swallowed several times in anticipation of what she would be swallowing in just a moment. She had to do this. She had to smooth it over with Pete before he went and talked too much to her mother or somebody and ruined everything.
It would look funny if Pete suddenly disappeared. Her mother might catch on too fast. With Pete at ease and her mother unsuspecting, she could still get Logan to fuck her. She could still take him away from her mother and show the old bat just how much all her purity and caution were really worth.
She'd have to swallow that pungent stuff again. She'd have to gag over the way it slipped down her throat like a raw oyster. And over the way the pulsing, bucking knob bucked at the back of her silky throat.
But at least it wouldn't take as long this time. Not with Pete. He wouldn't last more than two seconds before he shot his load, just the way he hadn't lasted when he'd fucked her pussy.
And maybe, the second time around, she could swallow his cock down her throat. She'd nearly done it with Logan's prick. Pete's wasn't as fat. Maybe she could get his down. Then she wouldn't have all that sperm flooding into her mouth and dripping from her lips and trailing down her chin.
Robin licked her lips again. She angled Pete's prick towards her face. She opened her mouth. She felt him watching her and heard him gasp and moan with protest.
She licked out at his cock, sweeping the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft, flicking the pulsing head and making the meat jump in her hand.
"Ohhhhh, don't, Robin…" he moaned.
She moved quickly, before his puritanical groans of protest could make her angry again. She made a soft, fleshy, wet circle of her lips and plunged her mouth down over the head and shaft, taking his cock deeply into her mouth.
"Ahhhhh, God!" he gasped.
He didn't try to push her head away. That made a shiver of superiority pass through her. It showed what a fraud he was. He wanted her to suck his cock.
She prepared herself for the immediate rush of hot, jolting sperm as her soft lips nibbled down his cock. It didn't come, despite all the bucking and jerking of his shaft and the way he squirmed on the bench.
She made her tongue slither along the underside of the hard, pulsing pole of meat, up and down, while she drew on his cock with sunken cheeks and tried to pull his sperm up from his young balls.
He still didn't come. He groaned and hunched. He held the back of her head, now, urging her to take more of his prick into her hot mouth.
She took it. She forced her mouth up and down the shaft. She felt the velvety head bump the back of her throat, and she nearly gagged again.
Then she held her head still. She willed her throat to open up. She took another bit of cock into her warm mouth. She made her throat open a little more. She straightened her neck to help the straight, stiff rod go down.
She heard Pete moan shakily and felt him shiver all over. She felt his cock-head swell rhythmically with wild pulsations as the spongy mushroom entered the constricted, silky column of her throat and began sliding down and down.
A sense of elation and achievement swept through Robin. She was doing it! Her second cock, and she was doing it! Logan had been right, by God – she was a natural-born cock-sucker!
Suddenly, she didn't want Pete to blow his wad in a quick rush. She didn't want him to end this heady, thrilling experiment.
She opened her eyes and looked at the material of his cutoffs, from which his prick was thrusting.
She nearly went cross-eyed, trying to judge how much more of his cock was left before she had it all down her throat.
When she couldn't see his root clearly enough, she used her fingers to pry open the slit in his pants. She saw his dark curls. She wondered what they would feel like inside her lips.
Wild images went through her mind. She thought of sucking all his cock into her mouth and then wrapping her lower lip around his balls and taking them inside, too.
Could she do it? Could she swallow the whole works?
Another emotion began building inside her, mixing with the elation and accomplishment. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was making her very hot.
With Logan, she'd had her dog fucking her pussy and making her come at the same time. She wished Midnight were fucking her again. Or, better yet, she wished she had Logan's heavy, plunging cock running in and out of her twat while she sucked the whole of Pete's prick down her throat.
Top that, Mom! she cried inwardly. You can't be superior to me any longer, because you're not even willing to try that!
Her lips nibbled and drew. They sucked inward. They inched down Pete's throbbing, jerking shaft until she could feel the beginnings of his pubes growing from his young root.
Her fingers pulled and stretched the material wider. Then, knowing she'd never get to his balls that way, she undid the fastening of the cutoffs at his waist.
"Ahhhhh, Robin!" Pete gasped wildly.
He stared down at her and saw the yellow silk of her hair fanning over his thighs. He watched her spread his pants wide open, and he sucked in his breath.
He kept glancing at Mrs. Eglund. She was facing forward. Her head was tipped back slightly. She had her elbows braced strongly on the deck and hatch cover, as if she were hanging through the hole without any support under her legs.
Pete felt the sweet, firm, succulent lips nibble down his cock and gasped again. He'd been afraid that Mrs. Eglund and that bastard Gorman would come back on deck and catch him with his prick halfway down Robin's young throat, but he wasn't much worried about that now, considering that Mrs. Eglund didn't seem ready to move from where she was.