Robin lifted up. She saw the heavy, full cock thrusting between her mother's lips. She saw the way her mother's eyes were rolled upwards as she looked at Logan's face. And she saw the way Logan was staring at her wet, bloated cunt while he fed his prick into her mother's mouth.
Christine saw it, too. There was no mistaking it this time, because she was looking for it. His cock was steely-hard. Not because he was fucking it into her mouth, but because he was looking at Robin's young pussy. Just the way he'd been watching her picture before.
Christine moaned. She tried to move her head backwards. She wanted to spit out his prick. She wanted to rise up from the bed and tower over him and do him physical harm.
The notion was absurd, of course. Women didn't get physical the way men did. But she couldn't reconcile that cultural understanding with her raging desire to bash his face.
"After all that honey, you need some cream, baby," Logan rasped heatedly, pulling at the back of her head, forcing her mouth down over his steely, throbbing prick.
"Don't!" Robin cried. "Don't do that to my mother!"
Logan lifted his brows and raised his eyes from her spread, draining pussy to her face.
"Why not, sweetheart? Do you want to suck it again? Do you want another drink from my spurting prick?"
Robin looked at him. She licked her lips. Her heart pounded. "Yes!" she choked.
"That's terrific, baby. You'll get it. Just as soon as I give Chris a taste. She hasn't wanted to suck my prick yet. I figure it's because she doesn't know how. She's got to learn, hasn't she? Just the way you learned."
Robin reached forward for his cock. Logan lifted his hand in a threatening way, and she sat back.
"She's no good at blow-jobs, Logan," Robin said. "She's not a natural, like me. You don't know what I did to Pete's big cock today?"
"That stupid jerk? What did you do to his cock?"
"Sucked it off," she said, moving her tongue slowly around her lips, opening her mouth at the same time. "All the way down my throat, Logan. I got the idea from the way you tried to fuck my throat yesterday, and I did it. Every last inch. I want to do it to yours right now! Ohhhhh, let me do it, Logan!" Robin moaned. She leaned back. She made her eyes hooded. She put her hand to her pussy and began swirling it around in the wet meat, lifting her hips and circling them, masturbating openly.
Christine moaned in the back of her throat. The cock was filling her mouth. It was throbbing and bucking, and there was a slippery, pungent oil seeping from the big eye of it, fouling her mouth after the sweet honey of Robin's pussy.
She rolled her eyes to the side, watching her daughter. She felt shocked. Worse than that.
She felt betrayed.
Her giving had all been wasted. The commitment to Robin had been subverted, because the traitorous girl was begging to suck his prick again!
Logan's cock jerked again. "Ohhhhh, that's a hot pussy there, baby!" he moaned. "God, does it need a good fucking!"
"All right – yes!" Robin cried. "Here, Logan. It's all open and wet for your big prick! Ohhhhhh, you know I wanted you to fuck it up my pussy yesterday! Do it! Do it now! Shoot all that hot, sweet cream into my cunt!"
She opened her knees all the way and spread her cunt-lips with the tips of her fingers, stretching the pink mouth of her wet pussy open so that he could see it fully.
"God, what a cunt!" he gasped.
His prick jerked again. It seemed to stretch in Christine's mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She felt the head dance there, bucking and throbbing.
Then her eyes shot wide open as she felt the first hot, pungent, spewing jet of sperm splash against the back of her throat.
She whimpered inside. She nearly vomited. Robin had been telling the truth, all right – his cum tasted terrible!
"Yaaaaaagh!" he cried, tipping his head back, thrusting his hips forward, fucking his prick deep.
His balls lifted under his root and pumped. Sperm poured into Christine's mouth in a flooding torrent. It hosed down her throat and swam in her belly and nearly bounced back up again.
She closed off her throat, and then it flooded her mouth and spurted out between her lips, drooling down his shaft and stringing to the bed, just the way Robin had said it would.
Christine closed her eyes tightly shut. She didn't think she could bear any more. Her daughter had betrayed her. The man she was ready to marry had just raped his spewing prick into her mouth while ogling her daughter's pussy.
And then she heard Robin's loud swearing, felt the way her little fists pummeled at Logan's chest.
"You Goddamn bastard! You came in Mommy's mouth! You rotten shit, I told you not to do that! I told you she didn't want it! Bite, Mother! Bite his cock off!"
"Ahhhhhgh! You stupid cunt!" Logan bellowed.
Christine heard a smack. She heard Robin cry out with pain. She tasted a sudden saltiness in her mouth, and then she felt the stinging smack against her own cheek as he slapped her head away from his bleeding prick.
He roared. He raged at both of them. And then he was gathering them together in his strong arms, bending them, forcing them into ungodly positions.
"I'll teach you cunts to fuck around with me! You, you old hag – you need more practice sucking cocks! Suck on that one! When you can suck off a dog's cock, then maybe I'll let you try mine again!"
Christine howled with pain and astonishment. She felt the warm fur of Midnight's belly against the side of her face. She heard him grunt as Logan pressed her head against his belly.
Midnight had been lying on the bed with his leg up in the air, cleaning off his prick again. Now he was half on his back, and his red, pointed prick was thrusting right towards Christine's startled face.
Logan pushed at her head again, and the pointed, scarlet tip of Midnight's cock bumped against her lips and went between them.
"Ahhhhhhgh, no!" Robin bawled. "Stop, you bastard! Not my ass! Goddamn you, not up my ass!"
Christine rolled her eyes. She could just see the way Logan had his hand pressed into the middle of Robin's back, holding her down just the way he was holding her head against Midnight's belly.
He also had his knee against Christine's ass, preventing her from moving. She had no idea he was so strong!
But the sight that blazed through her mind was the big, hard, thrust of his steely cock against Robin's helpless butt.
The shaft was shiny from the mixture of saliva and sperm it had been immersed in. There was a tint of pink to the juice from where the edge of her tooth had broken the skin.
He wore a maniacal expression. He sweated furiously. He bore forward against Robin's ass, and Christine whimpered when she saw the solid length of his cock begin to sink into it.
"Yaaaaaagh!" Robin screamed throatily. "You're killing me! Your prick hurts! Ahhhhh, Mommy – he's fucking it up my asshole!"
Midnight growled. His prick throbbed between Christine's lips. His paws bicycled in the air as he struggled to get out from under the weight of her pushed-down head.
Apparently, Midnight was less animal than Logan. His prick was a good two inches into her mouth. He should have liked it. He should have let the thick, scarlet shaft jut from its sheath and fuck all the way into her warm mouth, the way he'd let it fuck into her hot pussy.
But maybe he knew there was a limit. Or maybe he just didn't like the way his mistress was screaming and bawling as Logan's big, slippery prick fucked up her virginal asshole.
It was going in. There was no question of it. Robin's cheeks were shuddering wildly. The shaft showed only an inch or so, which meant there was already half a foot of cock throbbing up her tight young ass.
Logan bore down. His eyes were wild. This was the kinkiest he'd had it in a long time. Maybe that was what made him begin to lose control of the three struggling bodies he was holding down.