Unknown: Family Fun

She felt her emotions climbing higher and higher toward that blinding peak. She felt the smoothness of her circling hips become jerky and quick with passion.

She knew suddenly that Logan had been right-that she had buried herself in some kind of hole, where it had been safe and secure with just the memories of Carl there.

But now she was coming out of it, faster and faster, with each pumping thrust of his cock, as if it were the handle of some kind of jack that he pumped up and down, lifting her inch by gasping inch.

"Oh! Oh, Logan!" she cried sharply.

"Yeah, baby, do it! Come! God, your pussy's driving me wild! Come, Chris! Let it all go!"

"Yes!" she cried, shuddering, gasping for breath, clinging to him, crossing over that line of no return. "Ohhhhhh, Yes!"

She squeaked thinly. She wanted to scream. If it had been Carl fucking her, she would have screamed. She would have glued her mouth to his and thrashed shamelessly, and she would have held back nothing of herself.

But he wasn't Carl. She couldn't forget that. She couldn't let herself go completely.

She compressed her lips and moaned in the back of her throat and lifted the last inch. She felt her pussy open wide and then clamp down around his cock and shudder with violent pulsations of a sturdy, pounding orgasm that swept all through her supple body.

"Eeee!" she cried tightly, pulling his head into the hollow of her shoulder, quivering mightily against him.

She felt his answering throbs. She felt his cock dance at the back of her cunt.

She heard his hoarse cough and then felt the driving plunge of his hips against hers as he ground down on top of her twat and poured his steaming load into her cunt.

"Ahhhhhhhgh!" he yelled throatily, his head turned.

His cock bucked and jerked inside her tight pussy. His sperm boiled up through the tube of his prick and splashed against her pussy walls, foaming and bubbling.

His eyes were open. He stared towards the table. The picture was there-the picture of Robin. Her body was golden tan from the sun. Her yellow hair was like a cloud of silk about her young, pretty face.

She was running along the beach towards the camera in her white bikini, laughter playing at her lips, her tits in the midst of a bouncing, jiggling arc, her legs spread in the frozen act of running.

Between them, right where her crotch curved under her torso, there was a faint indentation that outlined the lips of her puffy, silky twat and indicated the center of ripe pinkness that lay just under the covering of white fabric.

That was where he stared.

His prick spat and spat into her mother's hungry cunt until the hole was flooded and overflowing with his slippery sperm.

"Robin-my God! We shouldn't… oh, Jesus, Robin, we shouldn't be standing here watching them!" Pete gasped.

He stood behind her, moaning and moving his bare feet up and down in the warm, dry sand at the side of the house. Yet, he continued to stare over her shoulder and press up against her back and watch Logan Gorman eat and lick at her mother's dripping, spread cunt.

Robin shivered all over, feeling sexual thrills chase through her young body.

With each lap of Logan's tongue, she felt her own pussy twitch and quiver.

She also felt a sense of disgust with Pete. That was just the kind of thing she'd have expected him to say at a time like this.

Even though Pete was two years older than she was, being seventeen, he seemed sexually retarded or something. He never touched her. He didn't cup her tits or smooth his hand over her round, firm ass when he kissed her. Hell, he hardly had the courage to kiss her!

He loved her, he said. So much that he couldn't bring himself to do dirty things with her for fear of offending her, and he respected her too much to do to her what the other guys his age did to their girls.

For a long time, that had made Robin feel happy and very special. But lately, ever since Logan had been coming around to see her mother, Robin had begun to feel differently.

She'd begun wishing Pete would fondle her tits and squeeze her shivering ass-cheeks and finally pull out his stiff, throbbing cock and fuck her virginal pussy open with it.

Well, maybe he would now. Maybe by watching Logan lick at her mother's cunt, he'd get the idea and do it to hers.

"Ohhhhh, Pete!" she whispered quietly, excitement thrilling through her voice.

"Look at him eat Mom's cunt! God, I can't believe she's really letting him do it!"

"Boy, she's really letting him, all right," Pete gasped beside her ear. "And we know for sure that she's letting him, because we watched her slip her panties off by herself. She can't say he's raping her, by gosh!"

If she hadn't been so engrossed in the scene on the sofa, Robin would have turned around and hit him. He always thought of dumb things like that-the little things, missing the big, main points. He would notice that Logan still had his shirt on, instead of watching the head of the big, pulsing cock throb or the way her mother's clit strained and quivered from the top of her wet cleft.

"Ohhhh, his prick's so big, Pete! Look at it!" Robin gasped, her thighs squeezing tightly together around the bloated, tingling lips of her sweet pussy.

"Yeah," Pete gulped, his voice thick with jealousy for the way she was paying so much attention to Logan's cock and lapping tongue. As if to remind her who her boy friend was, he pressed up behind her, daring to let the pounding prick in his pants rest against her round, tight ass-cheeks.

Robin was leaning over slightly, trying to keep a low profile in the window at the side of the house. She wore tight yellow shorts and a halter top.

"God, this is sure better than that dumb movie we were watching," she whispered. "I'm glad we left early. Ohhhhh, look, Pete! He's going to-ohhhh, he's fucking her! He's fucking Mom! I can't believe it! Ahhhhhh!"

Both pairs of young eyes bulged. They watched the heavy meat of Logan's cock slide into the red, quivering pussy-hole. They watched Chris lift up and swallow the cock with her eager cunt and shudder all over, and they could hear her moans of pleasure.

"Gaaaaah," Pete groaned, unable to stop watching, unable to keep from pressing more tightly against Robin's tight, round ass and exciting little shorts.

Robin watched the long, hard length of Logan's prick plow into her mother's spread, drooling cunt, and she gasped harshly.

She felt her pulse pound. She felt her virginal cunt tingle and throb in the way it had begun to do over the last year or so.

"Ohhhhh, Pete, look at the way his dangling balls slap against her upturned asshole! Ahhhhh, Pete, is your prick that big? Is it, Pete?" She rubbed her rump back and forth against his pressing crotch and gasped excitedly. "I can feel your prick, Pete! I feel it against my butt! Ohhhh, it's so hard!"

"Robin!" he cried. "God!" He broke into a sudden sweat at being discovered. His cock jerked wildly in his pants. Then he nearly shot his wad all over himself as he felt her hand slip around behind her tight little ass and run along his thigh, up towards his crotch.

"Is your prick as big and hard as Logan's, Pete?" she whispered tremulously.

Her exploring fingers found the answer. They brushed over the stiff, hard line of his cock, testing the girth, then running swiftly up and down to feel the length of it.

Pete gasped and gasped. He knew he should back away and tell her to stop making him be dirty, but he couldn't move. Her fingers thrilled up and down his prick and then wrapped around the hard stalk through his pants, squeezing. It was the first time she'd ever touched his prick. Shit, it was the first time any girl had touched it.

"Robin!" he groaned, his prick bucking threateningly.