She pushed at Pete. "Get off, you jerk!" she cried. "You're crushing me! Ohhhhhh, I should have known better than to let you fuck me!"
"Waaaah, I knew it, I knew it!" he bawled. "Now you're mad at me! I told you it was going to be this way! Ohhh, I hate myself!"
She pushed again. He rolled off, sobbing into his hands. His prick shriveled to nothing. There was a damning ring of redness around the root, telling of his brutality to the girl he loved so much.
"Ahhhhh, lick – lick!" Robin cried.
Pete took his hands away from his face. He looked. She was spreading her thighs totally open. He could see the wet, red meat of her shaking cunt.
He saw the glistening coating of pinkness flowing from her hole, the mixture of her honey and his sperm and a little blood. Then he watched as she guided Midnight's muzzle to her crotch with both hands.
She lifted up and open. The long tongue came out. It slithered around in the pink wetness of her cunt-mouth. Then it slithered up inside – far, far inside, twisting and writhing, lapping up all the good stuff in there.
"Eeeeeee, you darling dog!" Robin cried. "I'm going to come! Ohhhhhh, Midnight, you're going to make me come again! God, why haven't we done this before!"
She screamed again. She lifted her hips high. Her ass came off the bed. Her body quaked with a giant release, spasms shuddering through her.
Her tits flared from her chest. Her mouth fell open. He could see the tip of her tongue fluttering just inside her mouth as she yelled again.
He watched Midnight eat out her cunt, and he didn't know for sure what he felt, to see her shuddering under the licking tongue of a dog.
At least it wasn't Logan making her come like that.
But it hadn't been him, either.
CHAPTER THREE
Robin felt the warm sun soaking into her body. She lay on her back on a beach towel just a little above the gently lapping surf, her arm over her eyes.
There was a little smile of animal pleasure on her full lips. She had never felt so conscious of herself before – the way her young, firm tits rose and fell inside the bikini halter as she breathed, the way her pussy-lips seemed to swell open and closed with subtle, mysterious stirrings, as if still sensing the touch of the big, round cock that had slid between them last night.
Her body tingled all over. She felt warm and luxuriant inside, loose and giving and flowing. There were moments when her whole cunt-tunnel throbbed with a funny feeling, as if it were remembering the plunging prick running in and out of it.
She moved her taut rump on the beach towel, feeling the sand give under her cheeks to form two cupping depressions, like warm hands holding her ass.
She parted her thighs slightly, and her pussy tipped up, the crotchband of the white bikinis pressing inward against the soft, succulent meat of her petals.
A shiver went down her spine despite the heat, and she let out a small moan. In her mind, she felt herself being fucked again, and a puddle of slick juice began forming at her cunt-mouth. It seeped into the material of her white suit and made her feel even more damp and luxurious.
But there was something very strange. She was remembering the sensation of being fucked. But the prick fucking her in her mind wasn't Pete's.
It was Logan's.
She remembered the sight of it, hard and thrusting. She remembered the way it had plowed into her mother's pussy, then sucked back, drawing out the pink tissues clinging to the shaft. Somehow, the sights she'd seen became mixed in her mind to provide the sensations her squirming cunt remembered right now.
Pete…
She groaned and heaved her hips, feeling oddly near the point of orgasm. His name came to her lips again, and she opened her eyes and looked over the blue-green Gulf.
God, what a mess he'd made of fucking her last night, stalling and whimpering, being excessively romantic, then blasting his quick load of sperm into her cunt before she'd had a chance to get hot enough to come with him.
Robin sat up on her elbows. She sighed. She'd been fucked open, finally, but she felt cheated right now. What she needed was a good fuck – from a man who knew what he was doing.
From Logan.
She shivered. Her tits jiggled and swelled. Her cunt-mouth seemed to pulse rapidly, and even her tight little asshole sucked inward.
Why not?
So what if he was her mother's boyfriend? So what if he was an old man – all of twenty-nine?
Robin wasn't stupid. She'd seen the way Logan had looked at her on the sly when she pranced around in her bikini. And sometimes not so slyly, either.
And if she could get him to fuck her, then maybe… maybe she could even take him away from her mother! Wouldn't that bug the living shit out of her?
The little smile grew broader, until it spread over her whole face. She felt her pussy begin to foam inside. She squeezed her thighs together and heard the squishy sound of hot meat and wet cunt-juice, and she knew, if he were here right now, he wouldn't be able to resist plunging his big prick into the silky maw between her thighs.
Her heat became intolerable. She moaned and knew she was going to have to masturbate before she blew apart. She looked up and down the beach. She saw no one, but she knew she'd better not do it there, right in plain sight.
Her mother was gone into town. But she might come back at any moment. Or dumb Pete might come over and watch her and whimper and ask her what she was doing.
She got to her feet. She shook out the towel and rolled it under her arm and hurried around the side of the house towards the guest house. Nobody would bother her there.
She felt her drenched pussy-lips sliding together inside the bikini panties. She glanced down and saw the dark streak of wetness and shivered again. As she came around the house and made her way through the feathery shade of a clump of Australian pines, Midnight groaned and lifted himself from under a shady bush and panted at her.
"Yes!" she cried softly, another charge going through her body. "Come on, baby. Come with me."
They ran together towards the bay, angling over towards the guest house. Robin let the dog inside, and Midnight yipped with the excitement being generated and jumped up onto one of the beds.
Robin closed the door. The midday sun had made a little oven of the small house. She switched on the air conditioner, then went over to Midnight.
She pushed her pussy in front of her. She wrapped her hands around his sleek, black head. He panted and slurped at her arm, then drew his tongue back and sniffed.
"Yeah, boy – there it is again. My hot pussy! Here, smell!"
She pushed his muzzle into her crotch, his nose going right against the dark streak at her pussy. She hugged his head and moaned, her thighs parted, her little ass weaving in small circles from just the touch of his muzzle against her heated cuntmound.
"Ohhhhh, Midnight, lick it! Lick my cunt again! God, I'm so hot, baby, I'll give you a bucket of juice to drink!"
The long tongue came out. It slurped under her crotch, going clear back between her cheeks and rasping under her shivering torso. It lapped up the length of her bloated slit and made her heave with passion.
"Ahhhhhh, my God!" she squealed softly.
She let him lap at her pussy a few more times and then tried to back away so that she could roll the panties down and let him really eat out her cunt.
She wanted to feel that tongue on her naked twat. She wanted to feel it slithering up inside her heated hole the way it had last night. She wanted to feel him fuck her slippery cunt all the way inside, not just on the outside of her panties.
But when she pulled back, Midnight stretched his neck after her, slurping and licking all the while. He balanced on four paws right on the corner of the bed and licked and licked, until he slipped off. Then he came after her, pawing at her thigh, nuzzling his head between her legs and licking upward at her running cunt.