"You want me to? Do you really want me to do that?"
"Yes! And maybe some other things, too!"
"Ohhh, why did we have to leave the movie early!" he wailed.
His cock throbbed wildly in her hand. He felt as if he were ready to blow all restraint and self-control right out through the trembling shaft.
He glanced down at the top of her head. He saw the yellow hair gleaming in the light from the window. He saw the smooth curve of her supple young spine, the round, pert flare of her tight ass weaving backward towards him. The yellow shorts were stretched over her butt-cheeks like a second skin.
He glanced through the window and saw the way Mr. Gorman was now drilling his big prick into Mrs. Eglund's stretched, glistening pussy-hole, the way the faint golden pubes hid nothing of her slit from his sight, and his cock nearly went off.
How many times had he dreamed of doing that to Robin! Of watching her trim young legs open and her pink, lightly downed slit spread heatedly for his prick!
God, he would dream of that and beat on his meat until he was thrashing wildly and spewing his young sperm all over his hips and belly, and yet… and yet he couldn't do more than just dream about it. He just couldn't treat her like a slut! But she was asking for it now, asking to feel his hard cock in the deep groove of her tight ass. That and maybe more…
Oh, what to do – what to do!
He nearly yelped. There was movement in the seagrapes beside the house. Then an inky shadow came padding through the sand towards them, blacker than the night itself.
Just as he knew it couldn't be Robin's mother coming around to catch him peeping through the window, he heard the faint panting and felt the hairy thump of a tail against his leg. Then Midnight sat in the sand and grinned up at them, tongue lolling, white teeth picking up a stray shaft of light.
"Ohhhh, Pete, they're fucking faster and faster!" Robin moaned. "They're going to come! Ohhhhh, that big prick is going to squirt hot syrup into my mother's pussy and flood her cunt! Pete – press up against my ass! God, Pete, do more than that! Fuck me! I want you to fuck me, too!"
"Ahhhhhh, Robin," Pete strangled, "Don't say that!" With a sudden feeling of self-disgust, he realized he was on the verge of sobbing.
Midnight wriggled beneath Robin's legs, demanding attention. When he didn't get it right away, he lapped out with his long, wet tongue and slurped along her thigh.
"Eeeee, God!" Robin moaned softly, her knees suddenly going rubbery.
She spread them slightly. She reached down and guided Midnight's head high up between her thighs. He slurped again, his wet tongue running over her clothed crotch.
"Yes – yes!" she cried huskily, shaking all over now.
She remembered the way Logan's tongue had licked and slurped at her mother's pussy, and she shivered all over. She tore her eyes from the sight of their fucking for just a moment and glanced down at the dark, sleek head of her dog.
Midnight had his nose pressed into her crotch. He was sniffing with great interest at the heady aroma wafting from her virginal pussy. He licked again and again at the trace of cunt-honey that had seeped from her bloated twat-lips and had soaked through the material of slick panties and tight shorts.
He did it eagerly, as if he loved the flavor. His nose and tongue massaged Robin's heated, spread pussy-lips and made them slide together inside her shorts and panties.
She felt suddenly dizzy. Who the hell needed a jerk like Pete!
With a gasping sound of heat, she reached for the fastenings of her shorts, undid them in the darkness, then pushed shorts and panties down over her tight ass and young hips, baring her pussy to Midnight's lapping tongue and sniffing nose.
She braced her legs wide apart, centering her twat over his head, letting him tip up and snort and lick at her heated, running cunt all he wanted to.
She clutched at the window sill with both hands, leaning over, trying to thrust her ass back against Pete and dip her pussy down towards Midnight's wonderful tongue at the same time.
She shook all over and moaned heatedly, but apparently Pete hadn't noticed what she'd done, because he was still staring through the window over her head, breathing harshly.
Robin looked. She felt a double thrill, a triple one. She was watching her mother getting her pussy fucked to a wild, shaking orgasm. She was getting her own virginal pussy licked and massaged by Midnight's wet, slithering tongue. And it was happening right under Pete's dumb nose without his even being aware of it!
"Ah!" she gasped sharply. "Ahhhh, my God!"
She began to shake hard. Her hips pumped. She couldn't believe the wonderful sensations Midnight's washing, snakelike tongue was giving her.
It beat the hell out of finger-fucking. A few months ago, she'd discovered the joys her fingers could bring her when she circled them over her straining clit and rubbed them up and down her slippery pussy-slit. But a wet, hot tongue was better than anything she'd thought of to do to herself yet.
"Oh, Robin… honey, don't be mad at me!" Pete gasped suddenly.
He pressed his crotch up against her naked butt. Only he didn't know it was naked. Having taken the daring step of pushing his cock against her, he was still too modest to look down at what he was doing.
"Ahhhh, your rear feels so hot and firm against my pr… against my thing!"
"Your prick!" Robin cried with frustrations. "Ohhhhh, damn you, Pete, call it a prick! God, take your cock out of your pants and fuck it into my cunt! Oh! Ohhhhh, Pete! Honey, hurry! I'm going to come! Fuck me, fuck me!"
He gasped violently, as if he couldn't believe that just pressing his throbbing rod against her butt would make her want to come. He looked down then. He saw the gleam of her naked ass, the smooth, white flesh of her round cheeks, the deep shadow of her tight cleft, and he gasped again.
"Oh God, Robin! What are you doing!" he cried.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned, tipping her head back, her ass weaving and swaying, her thighs turning outward to give Midnight free and wanton access to her sweltering, shivering cunt.
The dog was going wild. It had taken him a moment to explore the scent and the flavor of her sweet virginal pussy-juice. He'd decided he liked it.
His snout was thrusting between her thighs now, his tongue lapping broadly at her cunt-mouth as if he were licking from a leaking hole in a vat of yummy molasses. His tongue battered her pussy-lips, jigging the firm flesh, making them puff and swell to unbelievable proportions and spread wide open to reveal her pink, muscular hole.
Her thin yellow patch of pussy hair was drenched by her fresh juice and his slavering tongue, and they were plastered over her mound and the outer edges of her cunt-lips like yellow moss coated with sticky honey.
When Midnight tried to drill his curling tongue into her cunt-mouth and pierce towards the source of the delicious juice, it was all over for Robin.
She tipped her head back. Her spine bowed gracefully. Her tight ass-cheeks clamped and spasmed around the hard rod imbedded between them and lying along the shadowy groove.
Her tits jutted into her halter top, the fresh, pink nipples threatening to punch right through the material. She had never felt her tits balloon to such hard cones before, and the sensation made her gasp even more.
She rocked and shuddered, orgasmic waves sweeping through her young body. Her pussy-mouth fluttered and spasmed, battered and licked all the while by Midnight's incessant tongue, the end of it rasping over the red tip of her flaming clit.
Honey poured from her hole, coating his greedy tongue, making the dog lap faster and harder. At the same time, she felt the stiff shaft of Pete's cock throbbing and jerking against the groove of her ass, his pants material rubbing at her pulsing asshole and making it blaze with sensation.
"Yaaaaaagh!" she yelled, unable to care whether her mother and Logan heard her shout of passion or not.