"Honest to God, Pete Bast, I don't know why I bother with you any more – why I even go around with you. You're so dumb I can't believe it!"
"I am not dumb," he protested. "You know I get nearly straight A's and that my father's a Phi Beta…"
"I don't mean dumb like that!" Robin cried. She balled her fists and stamped her bare foot, making her tit jiggle and the other one nearly jump out of the halter cup. "I want you to use your prick, Pete! I want you to do to me just what you watched Logan do to my mother! I want you to fuck me with it, dummy!"
"Oh, Robin…"
"What do I have to do!" she nearly screamed. "Do you want me to go in there with them and get Logan to fuck me? He will! And I'll love it!"
"No!" Pete cried. "You stay away from him!"
"Then fuck me," she said softly, putting her hand to her pussy, moving it around in slow circles while she pumped her hips gently back and forth, eyeing his cock all the while.
"But I… but… ohhhhhh," he groaned.
"What's the matter?"
His lower lip quivered. "I've never… I've never done it before, Robin," he wailed softly.
"Neither have I, Pete," she whispered, coming up against him, her hand reaching for his belt buckle.
"Y-You're a virgin?" he cried with alarm. "Oh, Robin, you'll hate me! It'll hurt, and you'll be mad! Your mother will kill me – especially since she doesn't like for you to go around with me anyway!"
Robin paused, watching him quiver with a strange mixture of desire and fear. She wondered again why she put up with him, and then she decided that he'd just given her the answer.
He bugged her mother.
It wasn't Pete that bugged her but her notion that Pete wasn't classy enough to go around with Carl Eglund's daughter. That was what bugged her. And the notion sprang from the fact that Pete's father dressed in cutoffs and sandals and made woodcarvings from driftwood to sell to the tourists. That wasn't class. That was being a beach bum – an unfit association for the Eglunds.
Robin smiled slowly and undid Pete's buckle, pushing his pants down over his hips and ass. Then she rolled his briefs down with them and gently cupped his balls in her heated palm.
"Robin…" he whispered shakily, his prick thrusting and jerking upward, pulsing at the head. He shivered all over, rooted to the floor.
"Fuck me, Pete," she said softly. "Let's bug the shit out of my too-superior mother."
She tugged on his prick, pulling him backwards towards one of the beds. He licked his lips again and again, looking down at the way her fingers were wrapped around his cock. He looked at the golden-furred slit of her pussy and felt another moan well up inside him.
"It's you or Logan, Pete," Robin said, lying back on the bed. She lifted her knees and spread them, opening her sweet gash to his sight. "I want to be fucked tonight."
He balled his fists. His jaw worked. He shook his head. His chin quivered. And then he nearly jumped on her.
"Ahhhhh, God, God! Stop talking about him! I won't let you get near him! I love you, Robin! You're mine! Ohhhhhh, I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you!"
Robin ripped her halter from her chest. She lifted her feet into the air with a cry of joy. She pulled him between her thighs and locked them around his back, lifting her virginal pussy high.
"Then fuck me!" she cried. "Ram that big cock into my pussy!"
"It'll hurt – it'll hurt!"
"I don't give a damn!" she cried, tossing her head, reaching between her legs for his prick, guiding it.
The tip nudged her sweet, wet gash. She shivered violently as she felt the velvety head spread open her bloated cunt-lips and pierce into the muscular mouth of her cunt.
She felt the way her pussy walls squeezed and shivered, the way they gushed her virginal honey. She felt the tight, silky slide of his cock-head into the front of her cunt, and then her eyes bulged from her head.
God, it did hurt!
"Ah!" she cried sharply.
"Ohhhhh…" Pete groaned, trying his best to stop the forward lunge of his mighty cock.
Robin thrashed upward with her hips. She placed her heels at the center of his butt and flexed her long thighs down and in. She opened her throat and let a yell come out of it.
"Ahhhhhhgh!"
Her whole body wrenched. Pain shot through her belly and set her brain ablaze. She felt the hesitation and then the tearing lunge through her cherry, and then there was the stuffing, filling sensation as his cock rammed to the back of her sweet, silky, virginal cunt.
"You're in me! You're fucking me! God, it's big, Pete! Ohhhhhh, fuck me, Pete! Fuck and fuck!"
"I'm hurting you!" he wailed.
"God damn it, I don't care! It doesn't hurt any more! Ohhhhhh, it feels good! Wonderful! How could my mother go so long without getting fucked? Ahhhhhh!"
Pete's body shuddered all over. He'd never felt such a sensation in his whole life. Hell, it was no wonder men robbed and lied and killed and toppled empires for a piece of ass. It was the greatest!
His hips pumped and surged automatically. His prick swam in her silken, oiled cunt. It was tugged and squeezed by the shivering muscles of her tight, virginal pussy, and he knew he wasn't going to last long like this.
Robin yowled with each stroke of the big prick inside her slim, willowy body. The pain was turning into something else now. It was becoming pure bliss.
She could feel the way her cunt walls shivered and sucked and milked at the rod invading them. She could feel the bucking and jerking of Pete's cock inside her hole, and she loved every bit of it.
She arched her spine and made her tits mash nakedly against his chest, feeling the sensations tingling through her nipples in burning sweeps.
She felt herself rising towards another orgasm – a mighty one, strong and crushing. She pumped harder, remembering the way her mother's hips had moved under Logan's plowing prick.
Then – for just a moment – she imagined it was Logan on top of her right now, burrowing into her cunt, grinding down on top of her, mashing her clit with his pubic bone so that sensation blazed through her body in pounding waves.
"Ahhhhhhgh! Robin!" Pete bellowed in her ear, startling her, damn near deafening her.
He lunged into her cunt, mashing her to the bed, flattening her ass-cheeks so firmly there she couldn't move. His cock danced at the back of her pussy-tunnel, swelled, and then seemed to explode.
"Gaaaaaaaah! I'm coming!" he yelled again.
His hot young sperm blasted into her virginal cunt, flooding it, making her twat slippery beyond belief. She felt her tunnel squeeze and pulse around the throbbing shaft as she milked the cream out of his rod automatically.
But she felt the big, crushing orgasm that had been building in her body subside. She couldn't move. Her hip joint felt as if it would pop from his grinding weight against her. His chest mashed against her tits so hard she couldn't catch her breath, and he kept bellowing and crying and gasping in her ear.
He went limp. He panted harshly and lay on her as if she were a pillow. She heard him whimper with remorse for the terrible thing he'd done to her. Then she felt his prick going limp.
"Pete, fuck me!" she gasped finally. "Don't stop! I want to come! Ohhhhhh, you dumb jerk – fuck me!"
At the sound of her voice – maybe because of the torment in it – Midnight got to his feet on the other bed and cocked his ears. His tongue slurped around his chops. He yowled and jumped down and then up onto the bed they were on. He stood and hovered over Robin's face, and then he yowled again and gave her cheek a wet lick.
"Ohhhhhh, I did it. I did it…" Pete moaned, his voice filled with guilt and remorse instead of accomplishment and joy. "Oh, Robin, don't hate me now! Oh, God, what if I made you pregnant? I came in your pussy, Robin! I came in it!"
She gasped, heaving for breath. She pushed at him. Midnight was ready to drown her with juicy kisses. Her pussy twitched and shivered. She felt miserably frustrated inside.