Rex Taylor - Turned on family

"Guess I had," Robin finally said. She still didn't move. Her eyes were fixed on him, as if she were waiting for him to do something, say something.

Sam lifted his arms, folding them behind his neck. He uncrossed his legs, resting his heels on the floor, and the jutting bulk of his stiff rod thrust up against his pants. Robin leaned back on the couch, her shoulders dropping, her cunt thrusting forward.

Sam got up from his chair and walked towards Robin with slow, painful steps. God, she thought, it must hurt to have a hard-on that big in such tight pants. "You look like you're ready to split your pants, too, Mr. Willis," she said huskily.

Without a word Sam unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his trousers, and let them fall to the floor. His shorts were stretched all out of shape by the pressure of his stiff dick and he removed them with a sigh of relief. Now he stood before her, wearing only his blue T-shirt, his cock proud and hard, its knob in the air, eight or nine inches of prick primed and ready to handle whatever might come up.

Robin put her feet on the floor and she leaned forward to touch his dick. She knew too much to play the shy virgin, and her hand teased up and down his cockshaft expertly.

"You shouldn't walk around with something like that sticking up in front of you, Mr. Willis," Robin said ingenuously. "You could hurt somebody with it. Shouldn't you take care of that?"

"I'd like to," he said through clenched teeth. "I'd really like to."

"Gee," she sighed, "can I watch while you do it?"

Sam caught fire. He grabbed the girl by her shoulders, squeezing till she knew they must be black and blue. His hands dropped onto her tits and she cooed in response. Her hand joined his and she popped buttons, untied the bow, and spread her top open so that he might sink his head to bite and kiss her big dark nipples. The points sprang up as his lips nuzzled them, and Sam sucked her dry nipples hungrily.

His finger dived into the ripped out crotch of her jeans to attack the mouth of her cunt. He pulled and twisted her golden beaver until Robin cried out in lovely pain. The lips of her pussy were spreading open, popping shut, and lubricating freely. His thumb gouged into them to brush at her clit, and a mindless pleasure coursed her body. And as he did, Robin fought to unsnap the waist button of her jeans, to drop the garments upon his exploring hand.

Sam jerked her pants to her knees, across her wiggling toes, and threw them to the floor. She saw him hesitate a minute, staring at her bare body, at his own throbbing hard-on, and then he went to his knees. He put his hands on her pubes and spilt her gash open, a meal fit for a king. Robin clamped her hands tight around the back of his skull and thrust her pussy upward into his mouth, making him slurp and lick and eat and suck her juicy, rosy-fleshed box.

The pointing knob of his massive hard-on hit her calf again and again. She seemed to have discovered a totally new erogenous zone, for the touch of his swinging cock was sending her into spasms of delight, and Robin forgot all about her diddling candle. She wanted Sam Willis and his nine-inch peter, and she wanted it NOW!

"Give me your cock," she prayed to the sucking head that dipped in and out of her furry crotch. "Please!"

Sam looked up, and she saw that he was sincere in his efforts to stop eating her gash. But his head swept in for one last suck, one last taste, again and again, and Robin creamed for him in delicious floods of pussy juice that wetted his greedy mouth.

She lay back on the couch, legs spread, hands flogging her tits and nipples, tongue licking her lips. Sam picked up her legs so that she stretched out full-length, with one leg tossed over the back of the sofa, the other dangling to the floor, her pussy moist and open. She thanked him with a sigh, for she hadn't the composure to do that necessary job of preparation herself.

Then he put one knee on the couch, between her widely spread legs, holding his prick in one hand as he made the proper alignments. She felt him put the tip of his cock upon her cuntlips and she groaned as she felt the massive clubby head slip partway inside her hole. But Robin's cunt was greasy with lust and Sam's cock, big as it was, had no trouble getting in. She hugged him tightly with her sheath like cunt but she made not the slightest resistance. "Oh, God!" she wailed, "your cock's so big! So fucking big! Give it all to me!"

His prick was appreciably bigger than Sean's, and bigger, too, than Dennis', but Robin knew she had a cunt that could take all the cock he had to give. He obliged her then, making the final thrust that brought their crotches together with a crashing thwack! And his balls were cradled warmly in the moist crack of her ass. As he shoved his rod home, Robin brought down the leg he'd raised out of the way, locking it around his butt. Her heel tapped a fandango on his slim hips and she groaned to feel Sam pulling his dong out of her snatch, only the tip still wedged in her cunt mouth.

His knob quivered inside her gash, most of his nine inches completely withdrawn from her hole, Robin's foot hammering on his ass, and then she felt him thrust!

Straight up her constricted channel pounded his cock, nine inches of glory pummeling its way into her pussy. Robin screamed at the beautiful pain she was feeling throughout her aching body, and he let her have his cock again, harder than before. His sperm-filled balls banged together as he fucked in and out, swifter, swifter, and she heard him moan with the joy of it all.

"Oh, Christ," Robin whispered frantically, her eyes nearly all white as the pupils rolled back in her head. Drool flowed from her lips, choking the words she wanted to say to him then.

"This is all I've got to give," Sam grunted, trying to penetrate her twat with every inch of his prick, and she thrust back against him, knowing only that she wanted him to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her…

She begged him again and again to do just that, the vulgar words rolling easily from her vividly red lips, and she knew that the words were not vulgar, that they were only an attempt to imitate the sound of what he was doing in her snatch. His prick made just that noise, she realized, swishing between her grasping cunny flanges. "Ffuuuccckkk…"

She felt him hump faster and faster, his cock drilling her pulsing snatch like a jackhammer, and then he sighed and closed his eyes and his cock vomited out its load of cum, all nine inches of prick throbbing inside her gushing cunt. And how many separate bunts of his jizz? She counted them three, four, five, six, seven – more? More?

Each time his pecker shuddered within her twat tunnel a fresh pint of cream bathed her interior. She couldn't move, for be pinned her with his fuck-stick. She didn't want to move. Eight, nine, the cum from his orgasm flowed and rolled in the red-hot walls of her cunt and she screamed aloud as her insides caught fire and scorched her alive where she lay last in passionate agony.

Sam's prick fought hard to keep stiff, even though it had already dumped a tremendous load in the young girl's vacuumy cunt and should have been overdue for a rest. But slowly, she felt his cock soften inside her flooded cunt. His tense hard-on melted, his thick shaft shriveled, and Sam's wiggly dick began to slide back down her cum-drenched cunt.

Limply it popped from the lips of her tight young snatch and lay wetly on her thigh joint. She wondered if he realized that, like a character in a sex movie or a dirty joke, he'd just fucked the babysitter.

But, she had to admit, she could no longer remember exactly how horrible it had been to writhe in the clutches of the Schroeders and their buddy Tim. Sam had fucked her cares away, with a vengeance.

Robin put her hands on his face, lifting herself so she could plant kiss after sloppy kiss on his mouth and cheeks. As her mouth nuzzled his face, she felt him grow tight and tense, and then he was picking himself up, getting to his feet, bending over to retrieve his shorts. He said something which Robin didn't catch.