J Bradley - Peeping family

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.

But he was appalled. He was stunned. What he couldn't see of Robin's progress because of her head being in the way, he could sure as hell feel.

And what he felt was that she was already sucking more of his prick into her mouth than she had Logan's. And she was still going!

He felt a curious stability. If he let himself, he could come at any moment, instantly, blasting his young, hot fuck-cream into Robin's throat and flooding her belly.

Yet, there was a strange ability to hang on – a clinical kind of control he certainly hadn't had the other night when he'd blasted off into her sweet, silky cunt, her virginal cunt, her first-time-ever-fucked cunt.

He didn't understand the difference. Now, there was a feeling of suspension and curiosity, as if he were as anxious as Robin to see just how much of his prick she could take before crying uncle.

In a deeper sense, he wondered if maybe something hadn't been ripped between them, at least as far as he was concerned. He'd never spoken to her so roughly before. He'd never felt himself on the verge of tossing her aside before.

He felt different – changed. He began wondering if maybe it weren't all bad that he'd caught her sucking Gorman's cock and being fucked by her dog. The intense grip had been broken. Maybe that was why he was able to put his hands on the back of her silky head and urge her mouth farther down his cock, instead of pushing her away before he soiled her purity.

Robin felt him do that. She felt the gentle pressure of his palms on the back of her head. She felt her throat open in advance of his swelling, pulsing, vibrating knob.

And she felt her hot young pussy throb with terrible need. It hit her with a flash of heat. She'd started this out as a mechanical act, an act of curiosity to see how much cock she could eat. She'd started it out as a way to salve Pete's ego so that he wouldn't make too many waves.

It had changed. Her pussy was drooling and flapping inside the bikini panties now. It was sucking wildly, squeezing and writhing all along its length with terrible need.

She made a kind of gasp, puffing air through her nostrils in steamy jets that bathed his root and his balls. Her lips compressed more tightly about his cock and sucked inward, drawing another fraction of an inch of his shaft down her throat.

She swallowed and swallowed, her silky muscles massaging all around the broad, swollen head of his vibrant dick. She heard him groan again, and she was afraid he'd come before she had his cock all down her throat, but he didn't.

She slid one hand under his balls and lifted them from his fly. She rolled them gently in her fingers, massaging them. She thrust her other hand into her soaked panties and gripped her bloated cunt-lips tightly, feeling the juice squeeze out of them and run between her fingers.

Her arm began pumping up and down. She masturbated wildly, spreading her knees wide, letting her ass sway and circle in the air, and she took still more of his cock into her mouth.

Somehow, from the corner of her eye, she saw his bare toes wriggling and spreading with passion. Her sight fixed on the big toe, and she whimpered in the back of her throat.

Without letting go of his prick, she worked her wet panties over the swells of her ass-cheeks and managed to draw one leg free of them. She spread her thighs wide and hunched her pussy close to his foot.

Her throat still working, still massaging his leaking cock, she worked his foot and her pussy together and then sank down with a throaty groan.

She felt his big toe fuck up into her steaming cunt. Her twat-mouth clamped tightly around it and sucked inward, and a new charge of juice flooded from her cunt walls.

"Ahhhhhh, Robin!" Pete gasped. "Your cunt! My toe's fucking your cunt! Oh, my God! Honey, I can feel my prick leaking oil down your throat! Ahhhhhh, Christ, I can't believe this is really happening!"

Her soft lips crunched around his pubes. The tingling sensation shot through her and made her tits swell and spike fiercely at the pink nipples.

She could feel with the tip of her finger that she had only another little way to go before his root flared out at the base where it was connected to his abdomen.

She ran her tongue down the bottom of his shaft. It slithered and massaged and made blood pound through the big veins of his cock. The tip protruded from her lower lip, and she could feel the silky wrinkles of his sac with it.

She was doing it! She was going to be able to wrap her tongue around his balls, too!

She was nearly there. Her throat went wild around his cock-head and the top of his shaft. She could sense the swollen bulge in the smooth, tanned column, the way it must look.

"Oh, God, honey – your mother! She's… God, she's coming! I know she is! She's coming! God, she looks so hot! She's shivering all over and just dangling through the hatch! Ohhhhh, Robin honey, I don't know how much longer I can hold on!"

His cock pounded and throbbed in her throat. She felt his big toe stretch up her cunt and nearly curl inside her pussy. One of his other toes rested right on the nub of her screaming clit and massaged it with every bit as much feeling as her fingers ever had.

She began rocking up and down, flexing her legs, making her pussy suck and slurp wetly along his toe. She felt the strong heat rush through her young body, and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer either.

"Ah! Ahhhhhhh, I'm going to come! Robin…" Pete gasped.

His fingers tightened in her hair. His hand pressed harder against the back of her head. It was enough, just enough to push her lips down fully against his root and mush out softly.

She'd done it! She'd eaten all of it!

"Nnnnnngh!" she whimpered.

She felt his prick swell and jerk strongly in her mouth and along the column of her throat. She felt the warm pulse of fluid and the sudden increase in slipperiness.

"Yaaaaagh!" he yelled, trying to hold back the fury of his outcry.

The tip of her tongue was curled around the bottom of his balls. She could feel the hard spheres pump his sperm. She could feel the fluid rush of it through his prick as it traveled over her lower lip and along the trough of her tongue.

She felt the pulsing of his knob as his prick spat and jetted the thick, creamy load into her throat, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

She spread her pussy-lips around his big toe and mashed her cunt against his foot and let the pounding rush of orgasm beat through her hot body.

She swallowed reflexively, milking his prick, sucking down every last drop of jizz. She felt it flow into her belly. She felt her cunt give forth her own emission of juices that bathed his toe and trickled out around his foot.