Rex Taylor - Turned on family

His tool was neither too big nor too little just a nice, average cock, the kind her pussy was made to fuck. As she sucked his dick up her gash, Robin couldn't help thinking that, this time yesterday, was making straight for the closed door of his roommate's bedroom and he grabbed at her hand.

"Better wait," he suggested. "We wouldn't want to interrupt."

"There's nothing to interrupt," she pronounced. "Bonnie must be sick. My God, listen to her!" Robin grabbed the door knob and turned it, stumbling into the room.

Bonnie was still on the bed, still half out of it. Her sweater was pulled up to her neck and her tits had been sprung from the cups of her bra. Ken, naked and sporting a hard on, knelt on the bed at her feet. He'd taken off Bonnie's skirt and was in the act of jerking down her panties to reveal her dark-furred twat bush.

Robin stood in shocked amazement. "What are you doing!" she screamed.

Bonnie moaned then, her eyes opening dully, closing once again, and she moved her hands in the air as if she were trying to hit something not in her range. Ken looked up with an attempted grin, pausing in the act of undressing Robin's friend.

"Come on," Eddie suggested, still pulling Robin's hand. "I think we're making this a crowd scene."

She turned. "He's trying to rape her!"

"Oh, come on," Ken joined in. "She's out cold. She wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway."

"You lousy bastard," Robin glowered. "Men have got to be the most contemptible species going!" She wrested her hand from Eddie and made it into a fist. "You get out of here," she hissed. "Now! Or I'll rip your balls off!"

"What's the big deal anyway?" Eddie wondered.

"She's a virgin," Robin snapped. "And she's my best friend. Now get out!"

They went sheepishly and she stared after them furiously. When the door closed, Robin went to Bonnie and did her best to get the girl reclothed.

"What happen?" Bonnie slurred. She was starting to come to consciousness again, a more collected than she'd been earlier. Her hands fumbled across her almost naked body and she looked at Robin wonderingly. "Wha…"

Robin kissed Bonnie on the cheek, very soft, very loving. "It's all right," she promised. "We're going home."

When they came out of the bedroom, Ken had made coffee and he invited them to have a cup. "No more monkey business," he swore, making a cross in the air. Robin eyed him suspiciously but she eased Bonnie down at the kitchen table and sat close, just in case. As Bonnie drank black coffee, she grew more and more aware of where she was and what was happening.

Still groggy, she looked at Ken with accusing eyes. "You had my clothes off," she said definitively.

"Look," he said, "you weren't wearing a sign that said you were cherry. I don't get my kicks raping girls. As far as I knew, you wanted to ball as much as I did."

"I don't want to talk about it any more," Bonnie replied. She held out her cup for a refill. "I just want to go home."

Bonnie insisted she was capable of driving, but Robin wasn't so sure. She put her friend in the shotgun seat and she climbed behind the wheel, nervous as she pressed down the clutch. With a minimum of difficulty she backed into the road, killing the engine just twice, and then they lurched forward, heading down the Sunday Creek Road.

Robin drove slowly because she wasn't used to the way the van handled, and as they paced along, Bonnie began to sob and shake. She still wasn't quite sober, it appeared, and suddenly she burst into tears.

"I didn't want that to happen," she bawled. "I wanted it to be the way it's supposed to be. A white dress on my wedding day and everything."

Who said it was supposed to be like that? Robin wondered, but she didn't ask the question. In fact, whoever said men and women were supposed to be together in the first place? She had a very low opinion of the male gender at that moment. Either they were crazy, like Sean Willis and his father, or they were evil, disgusting bastards, like that two-timing Dennis, those rotten Schroeder boys, and the creeps they'd just left. She never wanted to see another man again as long as she lived!

"It's okay," she told Bonnie, reaching across to pat her friend's long bare thigh. Bonnie was still crying though, crying as if her heart were going to break, and Robin couldn't stand it. How could she chive and listen to that at the same time? She'd pile up the van from sheer distraction!

There was a wide spot down the road, with a path leading off into the fringe of trees beside, and Robin signaled just in case anyone was tailgating. She eased the van off the road and into the wooded dump, shut off the lights and engine, then turned to Bonnie. "It's okay," she said. "Nothing happened to you."

"But it could have," Bonnie wept. "It could have."

Robin leaned towards her friend, putting her hands on Bonnie's shoulders. She pulled the girl close and hugged her warmly. "Not with ol' Robin around," she promised. "I wouldn't have let them hurt you." Bonnie's tear-stained face gleamed in the moonlight and Robin bent her head to kiss away those tears. She felt the warm trembling skin brushing hers and she tightened the cuddling grip of her arms.

Bonnie lifted her face so it could be kissed, and when she presented her damp, glossy lips, how could Robin refuse? The blonde girl closed her eyes, puckered, and pressed her mouth against Bonnie's. Their lips met. Bonnie shivered, as if she meant to break off the embrace, and then she went limp, her body melting in Robin's embrace.

Robin could feel her tits, so full and round, rubbing hard against Bonnie's tight cupcakes. It was an exciting feeling. They had been friends for years, but they had never been quite so close as they were this moment. She hugged her pal for all she was worth, still kissing. Her hands drifted around Bonnie's back, coming to rest on the side of one of the dark-haired girl's tits, just beneath the arm.

Bonnie pulled her lips back just far enough to let her whisper Robin's name in a tense nervous flutter, and then she moved forward to kiss her friend once more. This time her kiss was more than accepting it was aggressive and hot.

Robin sighed to feel Bonnie's oral attack, and she knew that she could not control herself. Bonnie professed to be sick at the very idea of lesbian love, but even if it cost Robin a precious friendship, she knew that she couldn't stop herself from cupping one of Bonnie's tits in her hand, cupping it as a lover might. She moved her hand and filled it with a delicious little boob, already hard and warm and throbbing to the touch.

Bonnie slumped back and Robin slid upon her. Their legs twisted and entangled in the narrow confines of the van's front, and they were both sitting on the same seat now, unbearably cramped but not minding it at all.

And, God! Were Bonnie's own hands sliding beneath Robin's top to rub bare skin? Were they slipping upward to grab and clutch at the blonde's jiggling, hard-nippled boobs? Robin felt fingers close upon her stiff teats and she knew that something very magical, very beautiful, was about to happen.

With a great effort she picked herself up, eased back onto her own side of the van. Her hair was tangled and messy, and she brushed it with her fingers. "My God, Bonnie," she said, "I think I want to make love with you. Now."

Them was more room in the back, thank God. The van was a recreational vehicle for Bonnie's parents in the summer. They were fond of weekend camping trips, but they hadn't yet installed their gear, so the only furnishing in the back was a wall-to-wall rug, so soft, so inviting. Stripped of her clothes once again, Robin stretched on that soft, inviting rug, fondling her best friend's equally naked body.

"Should we really? Should we?" Bonnie asked nervously, but she was clutching desperately at Robin's twat bush, holding the plump cunt mound as if she never meant to let it go.