Rex Taylor

Turned on family

AB-4018

CHAPTER ONE

"Good night," Robin called, but Jamie didn't answer. Just the swishing of her skirt, the pattering of her shoes on the staircase. Robin shrugged. What a creepy little bitch!

She went to the window, staring out at the rain that fell in torrents. Everything was a bitch lately. Like right now. A rain like this one made her expect to see an ark floating down the Hocking River.

It was a rotten Friday all around. A fucking bastard from the word go. She hadn't counted on babysitting tonight, but what else was there? Everyone in town had to know by now that she and Dennis had broken up, but not one guy had invited her out. Normally she and Bonnie would go cruising in the van on a dateless Friday, but not this evening. Bonnie had a houseful of relatives from West Virginia and she had to stay home. Well at least she'd be earning some money tonight instead of sitting in her room playing with her cunt.

Mrs. Willis had called her after supper to offer the job. It was a wedding anniversary or something she and her husband were going out, would be gone all night and they needed a sitter to take care of Jamie. They'd just gotten a last minute cancellation from the other sitter and it was worth twenty dollars to them if Robin took the job.

Robin shook her head and saw it reflected in the window. She'd supposed Jamie Willis was just a little girl, like all the other kids she babysat with. Why shouldn't she think that? Who would hire a babysitter for a girl pushing fourteen? Mrs. Willis, that's who. And Jamie was definitely pissed off. She'd been surly, uncommunicative, and a real pain in the ass.

It must be hell, Robin thought, to be so blatantly pubescent and still be treated like a little kid. She turned around, staring at the group portrait of the Willises that hung above the fireplace. Her eyes drifted across the Willis children as they stared solemnly from the picture. Jamie's bow shaped mouth was set in a poutish defiance, her pert young tits were thrust saucily forward and she had her hands fisted in her lap. Beside her stood her brother Sean, a cute boy. He was dark-haired and dark-eyed, like all the rest of the family, and there was an almost feminine softness to his features.

Robin turned away from the photo and yawned, realizing how tired she was. There was no reason to put off going to bed any longer. She locked the door, turned out the lights, and went up the stairs.

The loud blare of a stereo assaulted her ears as she passed Jamie's bedroom door. She considered asking the girl to turn it down a bit, but decided against it. The Stones were on now, and they were one of her favorite groups. She could go to sleep even if they were rattling down the house around her.

Mrs. Willis had instructed her to sleep in Sean's room. The boy would be gone all night, like his parents, and everything would be cool. Robin went down the hall trying doors until she found the boy's bedroom, and she went in. The closing of the door behind her cut drastically into the volume of Jamie's music, and that was all for the good.

Robin looked around, seeing the natural furnishings of a boy's room. She pulled a chair away from its matching desk and began to deposit her clothes there as she undressed. First went the short, tummy baring top, then her jeans, so frayed and faded they represented the height of fashion. That left Robin beside the bed in nothing but a pair of tiny cotton panties, the only kind of underwear she bothered with nowadays. She'd gone braless all last summer, daring it in spite of her mother's disapproving looks, and now her tits ached whenever she tried to make them adjust to a holster once again. Besides, Dennis always said he loved to see the way her book jiggled when she walked down the street with him.

She missed Dennis. Especially now, when she was so lonesome and so Goddamned horny. They'd gotten together last summer, though she'd known him for years. But he'd finally noticed that Robin Mackenzie wasn't a little girl any more, that she'd turned into a grown-up young lady almost before his eyes. Last summer they'd been inseparable, before he went to the university at Columbus, and one balmy August night she had lain down on a blanket in the cool woods skirting Shawnee Lake and he had lain down beside her.

It had been something else. For one thing, Dennis was so knocked out to find that a gorgeous girl, ready to start senior year, was still cherry as a pie. He'd been so gentle with her… and so nice. She could still feel the soft caresses of his fingers, warming her body, soothing away her fears. And the careful insertion of his cock into her virgin pussy, the easy penetration that had popped her cherry before she knew it, slipping inside her hole to plumb the unexplored depths of her cunt. Her pussy had been tender and very nervous, but the deep thrusting of his cock had quelled her dread and, long before Robin expected it, his cock had burst into liquid flame inside her body, flooding her snatch with his jism, and her twat had likewise exploded as she wrapped her legs around him and hugged him with all her joy.

Having him was great. He was a beautiful guy, with Robert Redford looks and a sharp, intelligent mind, and he'd been her first and, so far, only man, but now he wasn't hers any more and she certainly wasn't his. Robin had found out he was seeing a couple of girls at Ohio State, and she accused him of screwing around on her. By the time they finished hashing it out, neither of them was speaking to the other and she hadn't seen him since, not for two weeks now. Obviously it was all over.

Just as obviously she shouldn't be brooding about it, the way she was now. She should go out and find someone else. Guys knew she was available. Bonnie helped spread the word, but still there were no offers yet. Except, Robin grimaced to think of it.

Tonight, on her way over to the Willises. She was walking, as she liked to do. It kept her figure trim and neat. And there had been those three creeps at the Tasty Freeze on Richland Avenue. God, she should have been on the other side of the street! The idea of being picked up by Timmy Duff and the Schroeder boys was disgusting as shit. Most towns had at least one creep of that sort in residence but lucky Reckardsville, it had the three of them!

Well, Robin had told them. "Why don't you let us give you a lift?" green toothed Punch Schroeder had suggested with a leer built into his voice, his comrades vulturing expectantly in the car. He'd always been a horseturd but he was much worse since his Army stint.

"Why don't you die, you creep?" she had snapped in reply. "If I wanted to mess around with animals, I'd find a friendly dog. None of you even makes a close second." And with that she was gone, flitting past them on her clattering heels, nose in the air. Just being spoken to by those bastards made her feel the need of an urgent bath.

Robin twisted beneath the sheet, hands stroking her tummy. She really missed Dennis tonight. He used to drive down from Columbus right after Friday classes so he could take her to the movies, but so far they'd not spoiled their record by actually watching a film. They'd be out there tonight, fucking so passionately their car windows dripped with sweat, except for [missing text]. Angrily she thrust her hands into her panties, letting the fingers scrape across her fuzzy cunt mound, pulling them free almost instantly. He was probably up there in Columbus now, zipping up his pants after fucking one of those Ohio State girls, wondering if poor, deserted Robin were down here in Reckardsville finger fucking herself. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction even if it meant denying herself, too.

The impulse to diddle her twat drifted away from her. She really was tired. She could go to sleep without fingering her cunt first. If she closed her eyes, started to breathe as evenly as possible, just so [missing text].

Jamie Willis had a full-length mirror on her wardrobe door and she stood before that mirror, examining herself with a critical eye. She was naked and the pubescent flowering of her body was much more pronounced than when she wore clothing.

Chubby tits swelled on her chest, their budding mounds dominated by pink smears of nipple. She touched them with her fingers, watching them jiggle and bob, and it made her smile. So far they were only titties, with all the babyish implications of that word, and they still ached with the pangs of growing. But growing they were, and Jamie had no doubt that someday soon they'd be as large as her mother's jugs. She thought about how big her nipples were rubbing across the salmon-colored paps, feeling the tingle that raced through her body at the gentle caress. She was positive that her boobs would grow in proportion to their caps and she could hardly wait.

Jamie did a half turn before the mirror, studying the profile she presented. That was nice! Titties sticking up high and round, butt thrust out behind. She wiggled her behind and laughed appreciatively. Her ass was cute, and so were her long, coltish legs, slim, growing more shapely by the day.

The only complaint Jamie had was with the floss at her crotch. Most of the girls at school had started to sprout pussy hair long before she did. Only in the past few months had she sported any cunt fur at all, and the little curls, though dark, were thin wisps that did not even conceal her pink pussy crack. Someday, someday! She'd have real tits and a real beaver, just like any other normal teenager.

So where in the shit did her mother get off insulting her by hiring a babysitter? It made Jamie so angry she wanted to pick up her shoe and shatter the mirror image into a million shards of glass. What an absolute stone bummer!

And the babysitter! A big titted blonde, wearing jeans so tight she must have been born in them, all honey and sweetness as she tried to be a pal to her little charge. Talking about boys, music, school. As if she didn't know how insulting her very presence was.

Jamie was willing to bet that this Robin Mackenzie character was nothing but a slut, the way she wiggled her ass around the room and wore that tight halter with nothing underneath it. Jamie didn't like girls who tramped around showing it all off. Especially when their bodies were developed where hers was still filling out. Sean would like to see Robin, she decided. He'd get a real kick out of that. Probably stare at her until his baby blues bugged, out. Then he'd go up to his room and jerk off while he remembered how nice her tits and ass looked, and think about how much he'd like to fuck her.

Poor Sean, she thought. He was the only one in the family who seemed to notice that she was growing up and out. Sometimes she caught him staring at her curiously, and sometimes, just for fun, she'd spread her legs a little beneath the short skirts she liked to wear, giving him a clear peek at her pantied crotch. The trick was to make it look innocent and casual.

Jamie rolled to the edge of her bed and fished beneath, pulling out the magazines. "Thanks, Sean," she said in a law voice that broke into a giggle at the end. She'd gotten these from his room just today. He thought they were well-hidden in his bookcase, but she'd been sneaking his books for over a year.

She flipped through several of them, mostly ones she had seen before, and idly observed pictures of split beavers, of erect cocks, and some of couples fucking in various imaginative positions.

Last of all, for she'd saved it, was her favorite Oral Orgy. What a title! The front cover showed a big close up of a blonde girl, not too pretty, mouthing a long fat prick of incredible blackness. It was such a big cock that she only had a couple of inches inside her mouth, straining her lips to take that much. Her cheeks were sucked in and her heavily made-up eyes were tightly shut, giving her an almost religious expression. Jamie giggled. She turned the book over and stared at the back cover. Here she saw a girl lying flat, naked as a jaybird, her legs opened to show off her shaven cunt. On either side of her head knelt a man, each of them presenting a stiff dick and the girl was licking their knobs simultaneously while cuddling their balls in her palms.

Jamie made as if to open the magazine but she already knew it by heart. Much better, for example, than her Monday assignment in civics. The magazine was filled with uncaptioned photos of people using their mouths on one another's sex organs. Some of it was wild, some of it was funny. There was even a center spread shot of a slim, lovely redhead, cum all over her face and a big prick photographed in the act of shooting another gob into her open mouth.

Jamie wiggled on the bed, dropping the magazine, her hands automatically coming to rest upon her boobies. She squeezed herself, grooving on the digging of her fingers into her soft, squashy titties, feeling the nipple tips start to erect between cradling digits. Her titties throbbed delightedly as she worked them, and her breath came faster and faster. Sometimes she could make herself come just by twiddling her nipples for a few minutes. Fingers rolling back and forth upon her baby-pink nipples, squeezing, pressing, and then – POW! A quick rush of warm ooze seeping through her body, little beads of sweat forming in her armpits, and, if she sniffed hard enough, Jamie could almost smell the aroma of her damp cunt.

She teased her nipples, coaxed them, played with them, but it wasn't enough. Not tonight. She felt horny but not horny enough to come so easily. One hand continued to rub across her apple titties while the other slid down towards the sparse tufts of fur flowering upon her cunt mound.

Her fingers scooted across the plump, warm bulge of her twat and she felt her sensitive pussylips start to swell and moisten. Reassured, she spread her legs farther and worked her fist up and down across the tender gash which creased her cunt mound.

It was just like walking into a live wire. The rough glide of her hand over her dampening cunt folds made her entire body shiver, and she enjoyed it so much she repeated the action again and again. Her pussy grew damper, hotter, and her middle finger shot straight out, pressing down, slipping into the tight groove of her virginal cunt hole. She held it there a long time, sliding it back and forth, at the same time pressing her dainty outer twatlips with the other fingers so that her middle digit was trapped inside the wet, swollen lips. The muscles in her thighs jerked spasmodically and Jamie hummed each time she felt the delicious pressure seesaw across her pussy.

She withdrew the finger, rubbing it from side to side across the gash of her cunt, marveling at the stepped up intensity of feeling in her crotch. Her body was totally relaxed, totally aroused, and a probing touch revealed that her clitoris was beginning to thrust shyly from its hiding place within the fleshy folds of her pink cunny. Jamie enjoyed playing with her snatch, and each time, it seemed, she learned something new about her body and its capacity for pleasure.

All of it thanks to Sean and his dirty books, she reminded herself. Especially that one he'd had a few months ago, I Am Curious – Sexually. It was a dippy set of questions and answers, with sex photos to illustrate the topics. But one whole chapter was devoted to techniques for arousing women, and that section had been a Book of Revelation to curious, sexual Jamie. The pictures were wild people sucking and fucking and doing all kinds of crazy things but the text had been explicitly informative. She had read it carefully and discovered at last why she sometimes felt lightheaded and excited when she touched herself just so between the legs. She had found out that her clitoral nub was the trigger of her sexual feelings and, one evening, she had sat naked before her mirror, legs wide, exploring her pussy in search of her own clit. And when she found it, Gods! Her first knowledgeable, intentional cares of her clitty was a memory she could never forget. She'd even stuffed her discarded bra into her mouth to muffle the whimpering cries of glee that might have brought her mother running to investigate.

Jamie smiled, a sigh breaking through her curled lips as her fingers greeted her bare clit like the old friends they'd grown to be. She rubbed a round and round the tiny bump. It was just like a little nipple hidden in the folds of her pussy, and when it was excited, it thrust up supple, hot, tingly the way her papa did when she fondled them. She loved to touch her nubbin just like that! Her thighs wiggled and she squirmed on the bed, rubbing her passion bud harder, harder. If she braced her thumb against the clitoral hood and slipped a finger into her snatch. Two fingertips? She tried it, but the fit was much too tight.

She could only get her finger inside her cunt mouth a short distance, thanks to the tender membrane which attested her virginity. Jamie wondered about that quite often. It was all she could stand to touch her cherry with bare fingers, and she couldn't for her life understand how her first lover would ever be able to pierce it with his pulsating cock. It must be incredibly painful, and she shivered even to think about it.

Her thumb brushed and strummed her aching little clit and she teased fingertips round the lips of her pussy, excitement building inside her body. Jamie rolled onto her side, drawing her legs up till she lay in a fetal position, thighs trapping her cunt scratching hand. Her tongue peeked forth, licking softly along her puffy lips, and her eyes blinked rapidly. She blew breath at the strand of hair that had fallen into ticklish position on her forehead and she squeezed her legs tight upon the hand that explored her oozing snatch.

A fourth Rolling Stones LP dropped onto the turntable and the tone arm swung in to begin play. As the needle slid across the dry flat on the edge of the disc, Jamie's fingers went into overdrive, stroking and caressing the whole of her puffy gash with all the power she could muster. A buzzing vibration inside her cunt told her that she was teetering on the edge of a satisfying come. One more finger swipe across cuntlips, one more brush of thumb round and round the raw nub of her clit, one more tantalizing ripple of inner thigh muscles and she'd be there!

Her heart pounded excitedly and the pleasure burst into flame within her tender little cunt. Jamie rolled and writhed on the bed, twisting from side to side, legs jerking and heart pumping out a rhythmic tattoo which made the Rolling Stones sound like Lawrence Welk.

A little while later Jamie decided she'd heard enough of the Stones. Mick Jagger was sooo phallic and sexy, but she could only take so much of him at a time, and this was the third or fourth LP straight. Her legs were shivery and wobbly as she went to the stereo and she could feel the wet drippings that clung to her pussy hair and cuntlips. Her titties, too, throbbed with that familiar ache, which even the hottest finger-fucking sessions couldn't entirely take away, and as she flipped the "reject" button, one of her hands made soft, grasping contact with a boob.

Jamie squeezed her tittie, listening to the sudden droning of the record as the tone arm hesitated, then lifted up and drew back to off position. Curiously she watched her nipple coming out from its pink platform, stiffening up all over again, and then even the hum of the turntable ceased. She heard the rain first, still pitter patting on the roof, and then her ears picked up another sound, down the hall, a sound that made no sense whatsoever.

"Huh?" Jamie asked herself, cocking her head to listen more closely. She picked up the Snoopy nightshirt she'd laid out for tonight, dropped it over her head, and went out to investigate.

CHAPTER TWO

Robin stirred into wakefulness with a shrug of her shoulders, as she always did, "What?" she muttered, feeling as if she were bound and trapped. Her eyes fluttered open and things began to make them selves clear. The room light was on and she could see dimly through sleep moist eyes. "Get off me!" she yelled, slapping at the strange male figure who was roughly caressing her bare tits and who, it seemed, had already dragged her pink panties halfway down her legs.

He whirled away as if he'd been bullwhipped, his face bright scarlet. Robin pulled the sheet up to her throat and she looked at him with fury raging in her eyes, adrenalin pumping into her veins and wiping away the after sleep drowsiness. "What the hell is going on?" she demanded. "Aren't you Sean? Sean Willis?"

He nodded, still red-faced. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't think you'd wake up so easily."

"So easily?" Robin trilled. She lifted the sheet and peeked down at her body. Red fingermarks still streaked across her tits, the legacy of his rough handling. "So easily?" she repeated. "What were you planning on? Taking one for a souvenir?"

And then her heart softened toward him. He was so embarrassed. Robin's voice grew warmer. "Look," she said, "I guess there's an explanation for all this. Isn't there?"

He tuned, trying to be brave, waving his hands as if that would make his point. "I… I came home… and up to bed and…"

"And found me," she supplied. "So. You're not supposed to be here. I'm the babysitter and your mother told me to sleep in here tonight."

"It rained," he said. "We all went home. It was too wet to stay out."

She smiled then. He really was cute, in that little boy way of his, all red faced and flustered. And those were the biggest eyes she'd ever seen on a boy. Well, he'd filled them with the sight of her, hadn't he? She hadn't meant to be such a wildcat, but what else could she do, waking up that way to find him trying to rip her tits off?

"My name's Robin," she volunteered. "Hey, come on. I won't hit you again. Won't even holler at you. Sit down and let's talk. We have to decide on a plan." She scooted her legs over and patted the side of the bed. Sean came uneasily and he sat down, careful not to touch her, even through the veil of the sheet. There was an obvious hard on bulging the front of his pants. Robin hadn't noticed it before while she defended her virtue from the midnight attacker, but now she saw it, and interest built in her mind.

"Okay," she said. "I think there's only one workable solution. One of us should go downstairs and sleep on the couch. I'm hired help, and this is your room, so I ought to be the one to go. Okay? Hey, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Say something."

Sean blushed deep violet.

"Jesus," Robin said, "you act like you're afraid of me." She reached up to touch his dark hair. "Hey, I'm not mad at you! Did you know that your face is as purple as a prune. You have to be the strangest kid I ever saw."

Sean turned away. "You stay here," he croaked, avoiding the soft pets of her fingers. "I'll go down to the couch. I mean, you're already undressed."

"Yeah, and a lot more so than I was when I went to bed. What were you trying to prove, anyway?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I came in, and you were lying there, and…"

"And you thought Christmas had come early. Right? That Mommy and Daddy had bought you something special and left it in your bed so you'd be sure to find it? Maybe you were looking for the ribbon and tag? Naughty, naughty, naughty!" He was cute, much cuter in person than in his picture, and it was such a blast to tease him this way, but, Gods, he seemed so shy. If she were a teenybopper his age, she thought with the superiority of a girl on the edge of eighteen, she'd be crazy about him.

He looked her way quickly, earnestness showing on his face. "Honest, I never did anything like that before in my life. I don't know what got into me!"

Robin smirked. "Sure," she said, "I'll just bet you've never tried that game with any of those tenth-grade girls."

Sean shook his head solemnly.

"Never?" she asked, not quite believing him. The look on his face convinced her. "How come?" she wondered? "I mean, you're a doll, Sean, with those big beautiful eyes and wavy hair," she tousled it with her fingers before he could pull his head away, "oh, I'm embarrassing you again! But it's true. The girls should be crawling over each other to get to you."

"They're not," he whispered. "I don't know why. Everytime I try to talk to a girl, I get all tongue-tied and can't say anything that makes sense. Just like now."

Robin shifted beneath the cover so she could sit up. "You're doing all right," she suggested, and once more her eyes fell upon the hard on. "What's this?" she giggled, her hand reaching to cover his boner. Her fingers tested the length, the stiffness of his young cock, and they seemed to increase with her testing. "Good God," she added reverently.

She felt him freeze as her hand settled upon his bidden hard on, fingers stroking round and round its shameless protrusion. Robin could feel its warmth even through the denim of his jeans, and she knew that he had a big dick for a young man.

She threw aside the sheet that had been covering her body. His eyes rolled as Sean got a fresh look at her nakedness. He'd gotten her panties half removed before she woke up. God only knew what had come over him as he saw her lying there. Now they were still halfway down her legs and he could see every hair of her fluffy beaver, not to mention the pink gash that lurked within, the inner cuntlips that protruded a tiny distance through her open slit. She put her hand on his crotch again and, if anything, his cock was harder than before. He couldn't help it! Just looking at her cunt and tits made him want to fuck her!

How could he? He wasn't even sure what to do. Oh, he'd seen the pictures plenty of times there was a magazine over in his bookcase that was full of photos of people sucking, and he could always check it again for a refresher course but he'd never gotten any closer to screwing than giving himself a hand job on his bed or in the bathroom.

Wicked thoughts bubbled in Robin's brain. She touched the boy again and again, twining fingers through his wavy hair, stroking his cheeks, cuddling his bulging dick. He was so young, so sweet, just like a puppy. She thought of Jennifer O'Neill and Gary Grimes in Summer of 42, the teenaged boy and the glamorous older woman who cradled him in her warm bosom and took him to her bed for a night of love. Sean was much nicer-looking than the boy in the movie, and ever so much shyer. Wouldn't that be a memory to give him? She asked herself. The recollection of a beautiful older woman who had made him truly and at last a man? Wicked, wicked!

But she knew herself too well to imagine that she was entirely altruistic about this. Robin had been horny and frustrated before she turned in, and, now that she was awake, she was horny and frustrated all over again. She hadn't been screwed since the breakup with Dennis and, the way things were going, it looked as if her fingers would be her only lovers for some time to come. Even if she had to teach Sean the ropes, step by step, balling him would be a welcome change from frigging her horny cunt.

Besides, she reasoned, she'd be doing this doll of a boy the greatest favor of his life. Obviously he couldn't get it on with girls. He got scared and turned purple. His frustration could lead him to desperate measures. Maybe he might turn rapist or Peeping Tom or even – she shuddered in repulsion – a faggot! She wouldn't want that to happen. Not at all! He had a beautiful face and a trim body and a healthy sized cock. He served to learn about sex the right way.

He had to be a virgin. Just like she was before Dennis initiated her. Now she would pass the favor along. That made Robin smile. She took Sean's chin between her thumb and fingers, leaning towards him, and she kissed him tenderly.

Sean learned fast. A little kissing and feeling, some shy undressing, a few rolls on the bed, and now they were lying on the sheets in a hot sixty-nine, Robin's heating snatch pressed against his hips, her mouth working 'round his hard young cock. He didn't have a great cunt-lapping technique, but he did have potential. Said he'd seen pictures of some kind.

Oooooohhhh! Robin didn't know whether to scream or come when he nibbled just that way on the soft, tender inner lips of her horny pussy. She could feel the moisture seeping out of her hole, drenching his lips, and her clitty throbbed like a bass drum. He was doing all right for his first time out!

Sean was hot for her, too. He had sucked her nipples like a pro, and his fingers explored her cunt with just the right delicacy, though Robin had finally grabbed his hand and told him he could be a bit rougher it was okay with her. And true to her wishes, he'd begun to ream two thick fingers in and out of her snatch with a vengeance, until she dripped cunt juice on his hand and knew it was time to move on to the next lesson.

And this was it. Robin was a good cocksucker.

Dennis had never been able to get enough of the way she gave head and she gave Sean the benefit of all she'd learned with her ex-lover. Make him confident, she told herself. Let him see how much fun it could be with a girl and he was bound to start chasing them in order to get more, more, MORE of this! She worked her mouth expertly on his dick, flipping her tongue back and forth across his knobby head, teasing and tickling the ridge of his cocktip.

She quivered as his fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her ass, digging into her crack, and she smashed her dribbling pussy down on his face with all her might, letting him get a good mouthful of her twat. Her hands cupped his nuts, bouncing the fat balls from side to side, and she could feel him squirming every time she repeated the caress. His cock slipped deeper and deeper into her mouth as she tightened and loosened the grip of her cheeks. Her oral juices were flooding, drenching his cock, lubricating his dick as it rode nearer and nearer the entrance of her throat.

Robin had heard about the girl in the movie who swallowed pricks clear past her voice box, but she didn't intend to try it now. Sean had almost seven inches of cock, and she was certain that little trick would strangle her. Besides she hadn't seen the film, and she didn't believe for a minute that anyone could actually show something like that in a movie.

Her mouth pistoned up and down on his hard rod, letting his tool glide along the carpet of her tongue, and she scraped her teeth ever so gently at his stiff meat, careful not to hurt Sean's most prized possession. Robin worked on his balls more energetically, too, squeezing the sac from time to time, feeling him groan into her dripping snatch with each increase of pressure.