Rex Taylor - Turned on family

And neither would her babysitter. I may hate myself in the morning… Robin thought.

But she didn't. Robin smiled at her bedmate and knew that she didn't hate herself. She felt good, as if she'd finally learned what life was all about.

God, she thought, what a mess she'd made of things! Getting pissed with Dennis just because he was dating a couple of girls at Ohio State. So what? It was eighty miles from Columbus to Reckardsville, even on the four-lane highway. Could she really expect him to hop into his car and drive down every time he got a hard-on?

She should have understood. She shouldn't have been so bitchy. This night of wild, unrestrained sex had shown her just how much she really missed her guy, and she had to have him back. How many times had he told her there was no girl for him but his Robin? Maybe they still had a chance. Maybe it could be as good for them as it had been before. Bend, Robin! she told herself silently. Bend!

She patted Jamie's sleeping body and the young girl gave a fitful stir. Besides, she reminded herself, last night she'd more than revenged herself for any screwing around Dennis might have done while he was away from her side. They were even now.

Yes. She'd call him at the dorm tonight. He had a couple of Saturday classes, so she'd just have to wait till evening when she could be sure of catching him in his room. She'd open up her heart and welcome him back inside. Maybe she'd even introduce him to Jamie Willis, let him give the girl an advanced course in fucking. It wouldn't be infidelity if Robin set it up. Hmm, she thought. That might be a very good idea.

Laurel Willis awoke early, as she always did. It was a habit with her, after years of sending the kids off to school. Her husband Sam was still asleep, and that was a habit of his. Her leg moved beneath the covers, bare and sleek, and it bumped against his hard dick. At least part of him was up early, she thought with a grin.

Well, he deserved to sleep a little. How often did a couple celebrate their seventeenth anniversary, anyway? And this one had been a corker. Dinner, dancing, and a few more drinks than either of them really needed at the Sportsmen's Club in Reckardsville. And ten the long drive to Lancaster for a night's shack up at the Columbus Pike Motel. Old memories, Laurel, she thought. They'd been there before.

Seventeen and a half years ago, to be precise, and it had stirred memories of her long past embarrassment when they pulled in last night.

Laurel was a junior at Reckardsville when she met Sam for the first time, and once their relationship had begun, there was no question of ending it.

Sam was a senior in business, preparing to join his father in the realty business there in town, and he was a college girl's dream. Gorgeous and lithe, even if he wasn't so awfully tall. But Laurel was just over five feet without shoes, and she thought their respective sizes were perfect mates. It was clear that he liked her, too, and they'd gone out the next night. Although she'd given him some encouragement just enough to keep him interested – Laurel was careful not to let Sam go too far with the necking and petting.

And he'd been quite the gentleman, too, respecting her wishes. But he'd also made a date for the next weekend and she found herself accepting with excitement. Two or three more dates and Laurel was certain that she wanted no one but this man for the rest of her life.

It was early spring, too cold really, but they went to the drive-in just north of town, and they watched a Doris Day film, getting more and more involved with what they were doing inside the privacy of his father's car. During the intermission they moved into the back seat and, when the second picture came on screen, they hardly noticed. By the halfway mark of the film, she'd been divested of her panties and Sam Willis was getting ready to insert his condom clad prick within her trembling pink cunt.

He knew she was a virgin, that she was making the supreme sacrifice for him, and he was gentle with her. His cock fumbled its way inside her gash she was pretty sure Sam hadn't done much fucking breaking her cherry. There was a moment of sharp, almost unendurable pain, but her cunt spread to accommodate the presence of her lover's dick and she found herself thrusting with him, riding the barrel of his pecker joyfully. The latex of his rubber teased the flanges of her cunt and there was more intense stimulation of her clit than she'd ever gotten with her fingers during virginal diddling. She came before he did, and when his cock exploded, the battering bursts of cum that filled the tip of his rubber sent her skyrocketing into rapture.

After that there was no stopping them, nor any need to. Sam was considerate enough to wear a rubber when he fucked her, and she loved him for his concern. The next weekend they collaborated on stores to deceive their parents and they set out to find a motel where they could camp fill Sunday.

They'd rejected all the motels around town. What if someone saw the car and word got around? Lancaster, though, was a different story. Columbus Pike was the ideal spot for a shackup. Sam could park in the back and not be seen from the highway. So here they'd gone.

And what a weekend, Laurel thought. They'd tried everything. They'd even dared to use their mouths on each other, and she knew she'd never forget the first time Sam's cum bubbled out of his throbbing cock and filled her cheeks with its viscous saltiness. Laurel swallowed it without thinking twice. How many times since then had she done precisely the same thing? Now sucking Sam off was like second nature to her, but she couldn't forget that first, trembling time she had given him a blow job, and it made her smile.

On Sunday afternoon they returned to Reckardsville, no one the wiser for where they'd been, and in three more weeks their engagement was announced. After graduation they were married.

And it was a good marriage, too. Both of them were pushing the dangerous age of forty but they took pride in keeping fit and healthy. How could they be getting older when they felt so good?

Last night they'd come finally to the Columbus Pike Motel for a nostalgic reunion. This was the room they'd shared on that secret weekend years ago, and it hadn't changed much. Neither had the Willises. There was no one around to whom they owed explanations, and they'd fucked their brains out, Sam rising to the occasion time after time.

How could his cock get so hard so fast and so often? Laurel asked herself wonderingly. Didn't his dick ever tire? Thank God it hadn't. She'd impaled her cunt on that sturdy rod of his with wails of acceptance every time it was presented for her approval and, look she could see the sheet tenting up now as his hard-on thrust up from his sleeping groin. Her hand moved beneath the sheet to clutch his boner, to reassure her that it was indeed real and all hers.

Sam's eyes fluttered as his wife began to feel his dick and he breathed a grunt as he awoke. "What you doin'?" he mumbled.

Laurel smiled. "Just touching you," she said. "I love to touch you. Did I ever tell you that?"

He caught her hand beneath the cover and kept it on his cock. "I think I want to touch you," he said huskily, awake now.

Laurel's eyes went innocently big. "You're a monster!" she protested with mockery in her voice. "I think you're absolutely insatiable. They should write about you in those psychology magazines. A satyr. Is that what they call it?"

"Horny for you is what I call it," he corrected, and he moved towards her, meeting her halfway, for Laurel herself was in the act of climbing aboard his body.

She surfaced atop him, kicking the sheet which tangled at her heels, at the same time lifting her crotch to receive the head of his cock. Sam's prick entered her cunt easily, and she slid down to take his cock all inside her juicy twat. "Oh," Laurel sighed, "that feels good!" She wiggled her hips to suck his rod in deeply, and her cunt seemed to mold like hot plastic around his dick.