One Boy After Another
by Layne Joseph
(RX-359)


FOREWORD 

Fugue, in its psychiatric context, is a temporary flight from reality. In 
its musical context, it is the voicing of a theme which is responded to, in 
strict order, by others. Robin, the heroine of this novel, has reached a 
point in her life where both interpretations apply, except her flight is 
toward reality. 

Beautiful people, while blessed by nature with the physical capacity to 
enjoy life on a much grander scale than, most, often find themselves much 
more at odds with life. This can be explained quite well by the "billiard 
bal!" theory. If a ball is moved fast enough and often enough, the 
probability of collision can usually be predicted accurately. 

Robin is the billiard ball in this story, just as polished and smooth, but 
infinitely more interesting in shape. Beautiful and talented to the point 
where growing boredom is causing more frequent reevaluation of her emerging 
sensuality, she meets a boy very young in years but mature between his legs. 

The young stud, having gotten his foot in her seldom-used door, acts as a 
catalyst to bring about a serious confrontation with herself. At a time when 
her career is starting to take off, Robin has to confront herself with a 
sensuality that she has managed to keep buried. 

Robin's hang-up is the near-nymphomania she feels for young boys, especially 
well-hung lads with overflowing balls. 

With a great deal of insight, Robin realizes that the only way to deal with 
her hang-up is to go with it, to squeeze every possible variation from it. 
The gutsy way she alters her life style in order to do this is an accurate 
reflection of the way Robin does everything, all the way. 

The lovely heroine finds, in her headlong flight through her sensual maze of 
debauchery, that she has the beautiful gift of drawing the guts right out of 
a man-in more ways than one. Even more importantly, she learns that her 
flight is the most healthy and therapeutic thing she could have done. She 
not only comes to understand the "little gir!" in the beautiful whore's 
body, but coaxes her out of her "closet" to play. 

Robin's "Theme," once she voices it, is the primal mating cry of the ripe 
female in heat. The response she elicits is predictable and exciting once 
you get to know her. The horny (no pun intended) point and counterpoint that 
results, though exciting, is not predictable. 

The teacher quite often learns from the pupil, and Robin learns from her 
young, passionate playmates-even as she teaches them. In fact, she is quite 
capable of completing her thesis as the interlude ends. 

You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey 
Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore 
or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult 
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definite rereading and ready reference. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The woman slid the big convertible into a parking slot, cut the engine and 
blinked her headlights for the carhop. It was after ten and the place was 
crowded, as usual, primarily with teenage couples, noisy gangs of young boys 
and, occasionally two or more young girls, invariably parked near enough to 
the boys to make the stop worthwhile. 

The convertible and its occupant were somewhat out of place, especially the 
woman. Even with the top down, her eye-catching looks demanded more than the 
car revealed. Her short cut blonde hair lay close on her small, well-shaped 
head and blended well with the smooth tan of her face. One looking at Robin 
for the first time always started there, then, fascinated, realized the 
perfect beauty of her features was denied only by the nose which would have 
to be called pert, and the mouth which would be deemed too wide, the lips a 
trifle too full, perhaps even too sensual. The knowledge of all this and the 
fact that she didn't give a Tinkers damn also was a delightful part of her 
face. 

At thirty-four, Robin was thoroughly acquainted with herself, indeed, more 
so than most twice that age. Life had been kind of her, giving her more than 
her share of everything it seemed, including that intangible that sometimes 
accompanies extreme good fortune-luck. 

Her parents were well off and in good health, had endowed her with the seeds 
of fine intelligence and healthy body, and had always used the good sense of 
independence and ability to reach out eagerly for life. Her intelligence had 
been nurtured and encouraged by good schools that also provided the grace 
and easy confidence that surrounded Robin like a shield. Her body, like her 
mind had matured early allowing her natural coordination and taste for 
physical challenge to develop as smoothly as her muscles and bones. 

The carhop, who couldn't have been more than fifteen, finally acknowledged 
her presence and stopped to take her order. Robin, amused, felt as well as 
read the raw contempt in the young girl's face as she took the order. "Never 
fails," Robin muttered to herself as the chubby little bitch swung her 
broad, round bottom off toward the pick-up counter. Robin instinctively 
understood the girl's frustration and had learned to handle the situation a 
long time ago. She might as well have had a sign reading "Plenty" painted on 
her back, she knew, and that sign had made it exceptionally difficult to 
make real and lasting friendships among the girls at school and at work. The 
truth was, however, that Robin really didn't care at all, in fact, she 
preferred things that way. It made everything go just a little easier. 

Robin glanced around the parking lot impatiently, her small foot tapping the 
carpeted floor to the beat of the rock spilling softly from the dash. 
"Damn," she cursed softly, feeling a little silly 'for being there in the 
first place. The night was a big zero so far and, though this was the first 
stop she had made, Robin had the feeling she would wind up the evening back 
in her apartment alone, drinking martinis and masturbating herself to sleep. 
That had been her fate the previous two nights, and the discouraging outlook 
was beginning to bring to light the one fracture in Robin's otherwise well 
integrated personality. The knowledge that it existed and the ability to 
dissect and analyze it didn't help a goddamn bit and all of Robin's 
frustration was centered around that fracture. It had become, through the 
years like a wound, not bad enough to deter her in any noticeable way, or 
unsightly enough to sour her exciting outlook on life, but sometimes raw and 
always the key to her drive. 

Robin was on the verge of starting the car and digging out of the drive-in 
in a cloud of smoke when the carhop arrived with her order, hung it on the 
door, blew a tremendous bubble with her gum and left. In spite of the 
frustration she felt, Robin also felt hungry, and dug into the food. 

The mild sound of rubber on asphalt brought Robin's head around abruptly as 
a neat, late model 'cuda rocked to a halt in the spot next to her. Almost 
before the car had sat back on the shocks, the little carhop with the big 
ass was on it with a smile so obvious that it told Robin all she wanted to 
know in an instant. Mad at herself for the sudden twinge of excitement she 
felt, Robin glanced boldly over at the car. All she could see was the back 
of the man's head as he carried on a conversation that drew sickeningly 
kittenish giggles out of the plump girl. "For this I'm wasting my time?" 
Robin chastised herself, "Time to get a hold of myself." 

Why, oh, why, Robin thought, can't I just go out and get laid like most 
single girls do? Why, when all you have to do is smile and every male under 
sixty within range wants to take you home to, if not mother, his bed. Why, 
for God's sake, when your body feels like it's on fire any time you aren't 
so tied up in your work that you can't give in to it, and why did the only 
man who ever possessed you become a drunk and a neurotic in two short, 
totally miserable years? 

Because, Robin answered her questions simply and honestly, / am only excited 
by young boys, and I haven't quite figured that one out. 

Reality broke in on Robin's thoughts with almost physical force as she 
realized that she was staring full into the dark eyes of the young man in 
the 'cuda. 

The frozen, serious set of his face as he looked into Robin's eyes was no 
more than she had come to expect from most males who looked at her, but 
something about the hawk-like intensity of his smooth, boyish features 
triggered a sudden, unexpected flush of warmth through Robin that she had 
only experienced in her sexual fantasies prior to this instant. He couldn't 
be more than fifteen, she knew as she stared unashamedly and hungrily at 
him, but he was tall and he bore the mark of a warrior about him. 

Robin pulled her eyes from the boy, feeling his still on her. / want him, 
she thought excitedly. Really, and-I need him. I must find out if I'm really 
hopeless, if my body is playing a game I can't understand, or whether I can 
really give myself to someone like him. 

The physical need that had always been a strong part of Robin's healthy 
appetite and that had been building unbearably the past three months since 
the divorce had finally broken through the firm control she had built layer 
by layer since her young body had begun to take on the signs of early 
womanhood. She had taken a healthy approach to the normal adolescent 
awareness of her blossoming body and that of the boys she admired. 

Robin's thoughts slipped back for the first time in years to the parties and 
car rides which always ended out by the eighteenth hole of her father's club 
or on the ridge that overlooked the city. She had been aware even then of 
the effect her stunning young body was having on the boys she let date her 
and had learned to use her power early, letting them kiss her and fondle her 
promising young breasts until they panted and broke into a sweat and 
occasionally letting one she responded to especially rub himself against her 
soft young hip or thigh until, gasping with frustrated need, he spent 
himself inside his fly. 

And college, her thoughts drifted onward, much the same but her body by then 
harder for her to control and the young men teaching her more about the 
subtle places of her body with their hands, and she, with a certain sense of 
fairness, learning about them, in fact, thrilling at the feel of their rigid 
organs in her hand more, much more than she let them know. The soiled 
handkerchiefs out the window and the soaked pants she kept from her 
roommates were all a part of that. 

Where did it happen? The years before she met and married Bill, good years, 
exciting years for a beautiful, intelligent, talented girl. Years filled 
with every possible kind of suitor, every conceivable proposition extended 
under all manner of circumstances, yet holding back. Robin found herself 
laughing softly and somewhat cynically at herself. The utterly free spirit, 
the Virgin Goddess too busy, altogether too talented to let your body enjoy 
its real need, have given you an acceptable and almost believable 
rationalization, old girl, but why did it all break down? 

Robin could still feel the eyes of the boy on her and, in spite of the 
question and answer session she was having, moved her eyes back to him. The 
smile on his face was nice, she decided, not snide or self-conscious, just 
nice. Her mouth, too wide, formed itself into a smile that answered the 
boy's. To Robin's surprise, was more honest than some of the answers she had 
been getting from herself. She felt good, almost high. For once, she knew 
she was going to face her innermost problem with the directness and 
level-headed thinking that had made her the youngest vice president in the 
history of the magazine she worked for. Robin decided not to analyze why. 

She felt the tightness begin in her breasts as she devoured the young boy 
with her gold flecked eyes, then moved slowly down to her abdomen, spreading 
like warm fingers to the insides of her damp thighs. She became acutely 
aware of the restriction of her light bra as her firm, upturned breasts 
seemed to swell and force the large, brown areola and sensitive nipples 
tighter against it. The warm flood of feeling in her lap moved like liquid 
around her thighs and up the back to gently caress her beautiful buttocks. 
Gently, she squeezed the warm, white cheeks together, sending the gentle 
warmth into the deep cleavage to tickle the peach fuzz there and seep warmly 
into the swollen mass of long, dark pubic hair. Giving in to the wildly 
sensual, almost physical pressure of the warmth, she let her smooth, 
perfectly formed thighs move slightly apart, the crotch band of her brief 
nylon pants pressing into her damp mons and forcing the heavy, itching vulva 
aside to lie against her almost painfully distended clit. 

Her body became a total sensual organ as she gently moved her sweating 
thighs against each other and she had to do something-fast. She turned up 
the radio just as the almost painful friction turned to swift, hot pleasure 
as she felt herself cum. So intense was her orgasm that it was all Robin 
could do to stifle the moan of animal pleasure that escaped her sensually 
contorted mouth. Continuing to toy with the radio, yet hating the 
distraction as the warm feeling bathed her in gently subsiding waves, Robin 
felt the partial release that masturbation always brought, yet, under cover 
of well being, she felt the distant heat of a newer, stronger need. 

In full control of herself, Robin reached for the salt container and knocked 
it to the pavement, a slight frown of annoyance crossing her mouth as 
prepared to retrieve it. As she had planned, the young boy beat her to it. 

"I believe this belongs to you," he said. There was just the flicker of a 
smile on his thin, hard lips and Robin felt as though he was looking right 
through her. Her blanket of tranquility was starting to smoke as her body 
responded to the boy's presence in a manner she was totally unaccustomed to. 
For the first time in her life, she found herself sneaking a look at a male 
fly, almost wishing it were open so that she could see. His saber slim body 
seemed taut as spring steel, yet totally in control, and she had the most 
realistic urge to bend it and see if it would snap. 

"Thank you," she responded in her musically sexy voice that was as much a 
part of her as the splendid physical endowments nature had blessed her with. 
The boy was eyeing those endowments as would any man with an ounce of sap in 
him, and Robin began to feel more in control of the situation. "That was 
very clumsy of me," she added, letting him feel the full shock of her 
considerable charm. 

"That's the Stones, isn't it?" he asked. 

"I think so," Robin said, "but to tell you the truth, I'm not a great 
authority on music." 

He smiled, a real one this time, and the young woman felt more strongly 
attracted to the boy than any man she had met or known, including her 
ex-husband. The thought thrilled her. 

The boy was no dummy, Robin knew, but he had to be handled just right. He 
had enough sensitivity to recognize class when he saw it, but if she had to 
bet, she would bet that he had the underlying balls to pick up a challenge, 
no matter how subtle. She helped him with the conversation and managed to 
have him slide in beside her on the front seat. At close quarters, Robin 
read his eyes carefully as he loosened up a little. He was very aware of her 
body at close range and the crazy thought hit Robin that perhaps he could 
smell the damp musk of her panties. The thought excited her. 

The chubby little carhop stopped beside the car to pick up the tray, 
obviously expecting the boy to give her a much prized verbal stroke, but Tom 
didn't know she existed. He did make a fumbling attempt to take the bill 
from Robin, but she gripped his lean wrist and placed her own bills on the 
tray. The crestfallen young lady, not being a complete idiot, picked it up 
and left. 

Still grasping his wrist in her hand, the stiff, curly hair sending little 
tingles up her arm, she could sense the impact of the physical contact on 
Tom. Half by her guidance, and half by Tom's instinctive maleness, she 
placed her hand on the seat and felt the heat of his palm resting lightly on 
the full curve of her mid thigh. Robin almost held her breath as she dropped 
the gauntlet and met the boy's eyes levelly. 

The boy stared back into her eyes for a moment before he spoke, his dark, 
smoky eyes reflecting a warmth and sensitivity that sent chills down her 
spine. "You are a very beautiful and desirable woman, Robin," he finally 
said, his voice measured, serious and very low. "You are also a very warm 
and vibrant one and, at the risk of making a complete fool of myself, I'm 
going to tell you that I want to make love to you more than anything else on 
earth." 

The boy's simple and beautiful declaration brought the smoldering fire deep 
within Robin into raw, red flame. "And I you," she answered. "I want you to 
come to my apartment with me and make love to me until you can't any more, 
and then I'll cook you the best breakfast you can find in town." 

Robin glanced nervously in the rear-view mirror as she drove to reassure 
herself that Tom was still with her. The steady waves of excitement built as 
she neared her apartment and realized that soon her persistent fantasy of 
being fucked by a hot-blooded young boy would be a reality. There was no 
doubt in her mind that the fantasy was built on some real need and one that 
could be satisfied. 

Stopping at the entrance to the underground garage, she gave old George, the 
attendant, the necessary approval for Tom's car, then pulled into her space 
and waited for Tom. 

Taking her manfully by the elbow, Tom let her lead him to the elevator. Her 
graceful walk as he looked down on the top of her honey-colored hair gave 
Tom a wonderful sense of pride. Being near and with this woman, he felt, was 
the most important thing that had ever happened to him. The deep sense of 
mystery about her fascinated him almost as much as the tremendous appeal of 
her body. Every inch of her figure from the full, wide lips to the fine 
boned and perfectly turned arch of her foot challenged him and he felt 
himself respond to that challenge with a maturity he had just learned he 
possessed. Tom was no virgin and hadn't been for a number of years, thanks 
to Mrs. Whitmore, but he sensed that the real challenge would be more than a 
prized cock and well-loaded balls. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As the door slid closed and the lift started up, Robin was intensely aware 
of the intimacy of the small cube. She could feel the warmth of Tom's hand 
still on her arm and wondered if he would kiss her. The thought of his 
young, sweet mouth intrigued her, but somehow she was glad the pleasure was 
postponed. 

Robin's body was so terribly keyed for love that each new sensual thought 
added momentum to her state of excitement, raising it minutely to a newer, 
higher level. 

The door slid open and Robin, fishing the key out of her purse, strode the 
few steps to her door. Turning at the door, she handed the key to Tom and 
noticed the small tremor of his hand as he inserted the key. 

Robin was proud of her apartment as well she should be. She had moved in 
right after the separation from Bill and, since then, spent considerable 
time and money on arranging it to suit her taste. The result was an accurate 
reflection of taste, class and warmth, the qualities she wore with authority 
and ease. 

Tom stood just inside the door as Robin threw the light switch. He sucked 
his breath quickly as the subtle light brought the apartment to quiet, 
friendly life. In the background he could hear the soft music, which seemed 
as much in keeping as everything he set his eyes on. 

Robin watched Tom's face as he openly responded to the impact of the 
apartment. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction in sharing the quality of 
her life with him and knew, in spite of his boyishness, the young man also 
knew and accepted the things she held dear. It showed in the sure way he 
handled himself. Two of a kind, she thought, yet I'm twenty years older than 
this boy. 

Not caring to probe all the possibilities that opened up, Robin strode 
across the large living area enjoying the sensual feel of the deep, 
expensive carpeting. Reaching the large bar which formed a crescent around 
the large floor to ceiling window, she stopped long enough to peel the boots 
off and, wiggling her toes in the carpet, went behind to f be martinis. 

Tom had closed the door and, as Robin glanced up at him across the bar, he 
stood by a large, heavy draped window looking out over the city. "Funny," he 
said, "it looks so different at night, so clean and neat looking from up 
here." 

"And so damned deceptive," Robin said, handing him a large martini. Tom took 
the cocktail and watched Robin fascinated as she stuck the pink tip of her 
tongue into the liquid to test it. "Ummmm," she moaned sexily, "just right." 

Robin reached behind the drapes of the huge window and flicked a switch 
which killed some of the light and gave a much clearer view from the 
heights, then moved next to the tall young boy, hip to hip, as they stared 
wordlessly at the world below. She enjoyed the firm warmth of his thigh 
pressing against hers, so hard and male, and so beautifully intimate. Tom's 
hand rested, almost forgotten on her back, the fingers moving gently, and 
Robin thrilled at the knowledge that goosebumps were forming under his hand. 

"Tom," she said softly, "help yourself to the martinis. I'm going to take a 
quick shower." He made a move to reach for her but his glass got in the way 
as she wheeled and strode toward her boudoir. 

Tom, following her back with his dark eyes, felt as though he had been 
plugged suddenly into the electrical outlet. He knew very well the woman was 
a knockout, but he wasn't prepared for the sight of her beautifully vibrant 
buttocks smoothly framed by her sensually contoured hips or the smooth 
perfection of her long, full muscles of thigh and calf, so perfectly 
concealed beneath the soft warm-looking skin. She would never have to wear 
stockings with the texture of her legs. "God," Tom murmured, "she moves like 
a big cat." 

Involuntarily, Tom ran his hand down the front of his fly, fiercely proud of 
the throbbing bulk that met his fingertips. Almost dizzy at the thought of 
what he was going to do with his swelling manhood, he went to the bar and 
poured himself another drink. 

Removing her blouse and mini, Robin stood in front of the full-length mirror 
of her dressing table, pleased with the reflection that greeted her. 
Reaching behind her back to loosen her bra, she arched her back slightly. 
There wasn't a wrinkle on Robin's body that the greatest sculptor wouldn't 
have put there. Her body was a study of planes and shadows. 

The slim curve of Robin's throat flowed beautifully into her breasts which 
stood just as firm with the bra off as they had before. The dark pink of her 
large areolas puffed slightly to support the strawberry-colored nipples. 

As Robin bent to slip the soiled panties over her flaring hips and creamy 
buttocks, the heavy breasts hung tantalizingly down, forming a deep, warm 
cleft as the globes touched. It always excited Robin to see her breasts in 
this perspective and, smiling at her reflection, she gently moved her 
shoulders to watch them shiver and wobble. 

Stepping out of her panties, she proudly admired the total effect of her 
full length. With all the eye-watering diversions her body offered, the 
focus was led to the black triangle of womanhood near the center of her 
body. Wide at the top, the mass of thick, black hair plunged into a point as 
it disappeared between the flesh of her thighs. Like her mouth, Robin's 
pronounced and fleshy mons seemed almost a trifle too much so, but had much 
the same effect. Robin was made for love. Each sensual, erogenous area of 
her body was turned to this purpose, yet Robin had never let the fuel that 
was so abundantly stored deep inside her flow to fill its purpose. 

"Tonight, I will," she whispered excitedly. 

"Tonight I'll fuck this kid as I have so often in my fantasies. Only tonight 
I'll make him suck these." Her hands were on the stiff-nippled breasts, 
squeezing them as if they were dough. 

Caught in her fantasy and letting herself go, Robin spread her thighs apart 
and, moving her hands from her bobbing breasts, ran them sensually down her 
slick flanks, her fingertips following the deep crease of the well-defined 
labia to the place where her tight buttocks came together. Clenching her 
lower lip in her teeth and pushing her pelvis forward, Robin felt the 
wetness fill the deep cleft and smelled the lusty odor. 

Robin threw her head back, her eyes tightly closed, as her fingertips teased 
her opening. "He's probably a virgin," she crooned, her hands sticky. "It 
doesn't matter, honey, I'll teach you-yes." She trembled as she visualized 
the smooth, young body of the boy, his pink, stiff cock starting into her 
hot vagina, then shooting gobs and gobs of his sweet semen into her 
wide-spread cuntlips. "Too late to stop now," she said, feeling the fiery 
tip of her clit under the sopping mass of hair and flesh. Her buttocks 
bunched and clenched as she trembled and came. 

Tom, working on his second martini, was trying desperately to get Robin out 
of his mind, but his cock wasn't buying it. He felt raw from the friction of 
his throbbing tool against the inside of his slacks and his balls felt like 
they were in a vise. 

Hearing the bedroom door open, he drained his drink, placed it on the bar 
and slowly spun around on the stool. 

Tom's breath caught in his throat as he watched Robin cross the room. The 
vise tightened unmercifully on his balls and the flash of white thighs under 
the dark film of her short nightie sent the blood pounding to his temples. 
He could see the cute dimple of her navel where the material stretched 
tightly against her and the dark circles of her freely moving, unrestrained 
breasts as the nightie outlined them perfectly. He felt his cock tighten and 
convulse as he saw the dark triangle nestled between her flaring hips. 

The hot waves of Tom's excitement reached out to Robin to add to that she 
already felt. The release she had given herself had only banked the deep 
fire in her belly. The shower had not helped. She had to have this young 
boy. Funny, she thought, how all the teasing games are useful to a point. 

Her high-heeled slippers lent an almost obscene thrust to her ass that Robin 
felt and enjoyed much the same as she enjoyed Tom's hot eyes on her. 

She continued walking right into his arms and, reaching around his neck, she 
tilted her head back, eyes closed and soft lips parted. 

"Oh, Tom," she whispered as his wide mouth came down on hers. His hard chest 
crushed the soft, full breasts against themselves as she clung to him, her 
hips pushing up tight, yielding to the firm pressure of his hands on the 
small of her back. "Oh!" she mumbled, startled at the unexpected feel of his 
hard genitals against her belly. Before she had a chance to react, Robin 
felt the long, strong thrust of the boy's tongue, frighteningly thick, slide 
into her mouth like a red velvet cock. Deeper it went, as she held her 
breath, touching the warm, tender places in her mouth, with exciting 
purpose, seeking the innermost reaches of her hot, wet throat. 

Robin's body, struggling for breath in near panic, reacted with the young 
strength of desperation. Placing her hands on the young boy's face, she tore 
her mouth from his, taken aback by the degree of excitability he had shown. 
Staring in bewilderment into his dark eyes, she saw them slowly soften, the 
wild, unrelenting look turning to the soft, sensitive one she had found so 
appealing earlier. "Oh, Tom," she whispered, seeing the trickle of bright 
red oozing from beneath her fingernails. Impulsively, she bent to his 
bleeding cheek and placed her full, wet lips there. 

The warm, salty taste of Tom's blood on her lips went through her system 
like wildfire, the exciting vision of cats mating flashing through her 
brain. The prelude of slash and snap before the ultimate mating was, she 
thought, as real and as primitive as it had ever been. 

Her tongue, licking his cheek, thrilling to the slight stubble of beard on 
his young face, moved as naturally as though it were separate from her body, 
but not her emotions. Robin's emotions were crowding the line of control she 
had set and maintained for them all her life, and they were taking her body 
with them. Robin, acutely aware of that, was glad her eyes were hidden from 
Tom. She wasn't quite sure whether she liked it or not. Was her near panic a 
few seconds ago the result of her strong survival instincts? Or of that last 
ditch emotional lock-out that had always, even in marriage, kept her from 
the full purpose of her being? 

"Oh, God, Tom," she said, "help me, please. HELP ME!" 

Her words, so helpless and soul baring, had an immediate effect on Tom. His 
fingers which had been unconsciously digging into the soft flesh of Robin's 
hip a moment ago, relaxed and moved up to stroke the rigid muscles beneath 
the satin smoothness of her warm back. Almost immediately he felt her relax 
against him, responding to his caress. In a way he didn't fully understand, 
he knew that the frightened little girl that cried out to him was very real, 
as real as the lush, sensual body that hid her. If he could merge the two, 
the reward would be one he'd never forget. This knowledge lent strength to 
Tom and a fierce sense of manhood and maturity brought his senses to a razor 
sharp edge. 

Robin, overwhelmed by the boy's sensitive, warm response, let herself relax 
against him completely. A sense of self-hate rushed through her, bringing 
quiet tears of frustration to her eyes. Her response had been so damned 
infantile, so frivolous, so unlike her. Her two previous experiences within 
the past month had not been like this. When, a month ago, she had decided to 
give in to her fantasy of making love to young boys, it had been quite 
different. In fact, she had felt an unfair advantage as she easily lured 
them into the back seat of her car and into the warmth of her embrace. 

The experiences had been less than rewarding. The sense of excitement in 
carrying them out had been the only real reason she had attempted this third 
time. And, faced with the real passion of this compellingly sexual young 
boy, she was acting like a virgin school girl. 

"Bear with me, dear Tom," she said, baring herself to him as she had never 
done with anyone. "I want you, Tom. I guess I need you. Please stay with me. 
You can, can't you?" 

The warmth and compassion in the boy's eyes as he nodded assent sent her 
spirits soaring. "The phone's there," she said, brushing her warm lips 
against his as she released herself from his gentle grasp. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The lean line of Tom's boyish body renewed the physical attraction Robin had 
felt for him before she had gone so completely ape in his arms. A warm flush 
spread through her as she recalled the hard thrust of his manhood against 
her belly a few minutes earlier. 

Raising her glass to Tom's back, Robin made a silent toast: Here's to 
getting drunk. 

Tom, smiling, popped himself on a barstool and told her everything was taken 
care of. "I'm spending the night with a buddy. You are my buddy, aren't 
you?" 

"Yep, best ole drinking buddy you ever had, I reckon," Robin said, then 
seriously, "Have you ever been with a drunk broad, Tom?" 

"Yes I have, many times." The easy way he answered surprised Robin. 

"Well, Tom," she said, "I've decided to be one tonight, so if I tease you, 
just be patient and I'll probably pass out." 

Tom considered what Robin had just said and decided that she would be just 
as desirable drunk as sober. If she chose to be the former, he would be 
right there with her. He raised his glass quickly and drained it as Robin 
looked at him in wide-eyed surprise. "You do," he said, "and I'll rape you." 

The word sent a strange thrill through Robin. She sat on the stool next to 
him. "Would you really rape me, Tom? I wouldn't think that would be much fun 
at all," she added softly, watching his eyes focus on hers. 

Tom's face split into a wide, good-natured grin. "Of course not," he said, 
"but it'd probably do you a lot of good if I did." 

She was starting to feel her drinks and didn't really give a good goddamn as 
she slid off the stool and, taking Tom by the hands, pulled him down to 
dance with her. He was a bit unsteady as he took her in his arms, then 
stopped, kicked his loafers off, and pulled her to him again. 

He was a good dancer and Robin felt warm and good snuggled into the lean, 
angular body. Her curves all seemed to find something hard and exciting to 
rub against and it felt good to her. Playfully, she slid her hands under 
Tom's T-shirt and let her fingertips play along the warm, smooth skin of his 
muscular back. She could smell his musky male odor and the steadily building 
fire in her leaped into flame. Dropping her hands to the hem of his shirt, 
Robin slid it up his torso. Tom raised his arms to let her strip it over his 
head. 

"You're beautiful, lover," she said, letting her eyes roam appreciatively 
over the slim, graceful chest and hard-muscled gut. His tiny nipples 
fascinated Robin, so dark with the slightest suggestion of hairs around 
them. Moving back into his arms, she pulled herself in tight on him, letting 
her pelvis rock to the music. The thin film of Robin's nightie was as 
nothing between their bodies as her big breasts pressed against his hard rib 
cage. Her nipples felt on fire from his heat. 

Tom, almost as nude as the girl, was at the point in his drinking where he 
didn't think about much beyond the soft, warm woman in his arms. His cock, 
semi-stiff for the past half hour, was starting to swell and unfold in the 
tight confines of his pants. His hands, resting lightly on the smooth swell 
of her hips, became firmer. 

Robin, her breath coming faster, felt the pressure of Tom's hands on her 
hips become urgent and let herself go. She was ready for him, she knew. 

Robin froze as he moved against her, his full erection almost splitting his 
tight slacks. "OH, GOD!" she said involuntarily, glancing down at the hot, 
throbbing bulge. His hot hands had slid under her nightie, and were softly 
stroking the firm, smooth cheeks of her ass. Robin felt giddy. 

Feeling her knees go weak, Robin leaned against Tom. It seemed that 
everything was happening at once. She felt her ass crack being violated by 
Tom's gentle, urgent fingers. They were sticky and she knew she must be 
gushing pussy juice. Her thighs opened to the pressure of his fingers, 
trembling as Tom forced his bent knees between them. 

Robin cried out sharply as she felt Tom come up hard between her open 
thighs. The throbbing bulge of his cock rode under the thin nightie and into 
the swollen wetness of her cunt. The rough material of his fly, stretched 
over his upright rod, opened her heavy-lipped split as though it were 
butter. Robin opened her mouth to cry out in pain, but the powerful surge of 
emotion that gripped her, twisted it into a choked groan of orgasm. , Tom, 
excited beyond reason by her response to his cock, humped wildly into her, 
his fly wet with the sticky fluid from between her rubbery legs. 

"No, Tom, please wait-PLEASE!" Robin said as he humped her helpless crotch. 
Through the wild haze of his lust, Tom registered the message and became 
still, his hands still cupping her sticky, warm ass. "The bedroom," she 
panted urgently, then, taking him by the arm, led him into the room. 

Taking him to the queen-sized bed, Robin sat him down on the edge and 
loosened the waist of his slacks. "Lie back, darling," she panted. Tom could 
feel her soft, warm hands on his ass as he struggled to help her. Her firm 
breasts bouncing lewdly in her haste, Robin got the slacks over the huge 
bulge of his crotch and, with mounting excitement, peeled the tight Jockey 
shorts down. 

Tom reached up and hooked his hand in the film of nightie at her neck as she 
stripped him. The thin stuff gave with a soft hiss, letting her big, pointed 
breasts free to his touch. He saw the shorts drop to the floor as she 
straightened and, with all the pent-up lust in her, stared wide eyed at his 
cock. 

Every nerve fiber in her body seemed to vibrate between her thighs and up 
through her ass as Robin loved his unusually well-developed genitals with 
her eyes. Tom's cock would have been thick if it hadn't been so long. Satiny 
except where the large pulsing veins stood out angrily, the big shaft 
tapered in abruptly at the crown, then flared out into a glans the size and 
color of a large plum. Her insides went all soft and mushy with the 
overpowering need to make love to the boy. Letting the remnants of the 
transparent nightie drop to the floor, Robin lay down quickly by the young 
stud. Flushed with desire, she lay on her side and, bending over him, 
offered his eager mouth her trembling breast. 

Tom took the warm flesh hungrily, getting his hot mouth over the entire tip 
and gripping the big globe tightly in both hands. "Ohhhhh, yes-YES!" Robin 
moaned in anxiety, moving her shoulders to get more in his sucking maw. 
Every nerve in her body seemed to terminate in the swollen nipple lodged 
deep in Tom's mouth. Mauling and kneading the tender flesh like a starved 
infant, the horny boy was giving Robin a bittersweet satisfaction. 

Moving her hips tighter to Tom, Robin lay her beautifully rounded thigh over 
his and ran her soft hand down his belly. The feel of his thick, tightly 
curled pubic hair sent tremors through her fingertips as she gently stroked 
it, working ever lower until she closed her fingers around the inflexibility 
of his thick fuckshaft. She almost recoiled at the unexpected heat that 
filled her hand, then, fascinated by the live pulsing, began to move the 
silky skin back and forth over the rigid rod beneath. 

Tom felt her stiffen momentarily, almost pulling her nipple from his mouth. 
Her hand tightened uncontrollably on his cock, released it, and then she was 
on him. 

It seemed to Robin that everything happened at once. The beautiful level of 
excitement that she was slowly and delicately building got away from her 
like a runaway horse. The delicious sensation in her suckled breast 
exploded, shooting raw, wild desire through her body like wildfire. Her hot, 
lubricated insides cried out for the potent, unyielding boycock in her hand. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned as she rolled over on the lean male. She was cumming as 
she straddled him, leaning forward to keep the wonderful feel of his mouth 
on her. She felt the thick shaft of his upright cock bouncing against her 
spread ass, then his hands there, warm and caressing, his fingers working to 
spread her pussy further. Panting and moaning, she got her hand down between 
their hot bellies and, raising her trembling ass, held the huge, throbbing 
dick. Her hairy, blood-darkened labia were parted slightly, drops of her 
cuntal juice clinging to them like dew drops. 

Her breast was out of Tom's mouth, forgotten in the urgency of the moment. 
Robin had never been in this situation before and cried out impatiently to 
Tom. As horny as she was, he dug his fingertips into the slippery slit, 
pulling the stiff lips back against the smooth upper inside of her thighs 
and, feeling the wet heat on the tip of his big, flared glans, moved his 
hands to her ass to guide her down. 

The heat of Tom's cock in her fuck crack sent Robin into new waves of orgasm 
that almost angered Robin as she moved her ass frantically up and down-in 
vain. 

"Jesus, your cunt's tight," Tom grunted, hoarsely, moving his hips in an 
attempt to get past her inner pussy lips. His cock flopped down on his belly 
as he aborted the attempt, Robin following it down, still grinding her warm, 
protruding vulva against the swollen hardness. "Baby, we gotta have 
something to help," he said, panting in frustration. 

Robin felt that she would die if she didn't have the big, sensually 
beautiful organ deep inside her. The orgasms she was having were preludes to 
where she wanted-had to be. 

The boy slid out from under her, leaving her writhing on the bed, her hand 
clutched tightly between her clenched thighs. The kitchen was the first 
thing he thought of. Looking frantically into cabinets in his sexed-up, 
slightly drunken search, he found a large jar on the countertop. Wringing 
the top off, Tom took a handful of the stuff. 

Robin couldn't have cared less what Tom had in his hand, she wanted HIM. She 
rolled eagerly to her back at the pressure of his hand, opening her lovely 
white thighs to his gooey hand. She felt the warm, slippery stuff fill her 
slit, burying her flaming clit and sliding into her tight vagina along with 
two of Tom's fingers. "Oh, God, Tom," she moaned as the warm stuff, aided by 
his fingers, coated the walls of her hot vagina. Tom's fingers sucked out of 
her cunt and Robin watched him wide-eyed as he stuck his big glans into the 
wide-mouthed jar, making a vulgar sucking noise as he removed it to coat the 
big, throbbing shaft. His cock looked larger than ever wearing the coat of 
thick goo, but Robin had to have it hard and strong inside her or she would 
fly into a million pieces. 

Tom felt like his cock was a long, swollen piece of rubber hose he had been 
beating against the wall in desperation as he stared at the wildly exciting 
body of the woman, her eyes begging him for it. 

Tom planted his knees firmly between the lovely, out-spread limbs and 
brought his big glans squishing up into her fragrant slit. Her cunt had 
warmed the goo until it was the consistency of honey-honey he wanted her to 
taste in her throat. 

Robin drew her breath in sharply as he plugged her slit with his hot meat. 
"Do it, Tom," she pleaded, feeling the stiff pressure of his rod. "Fuck me, 
honey," she panted, not caring about anything beyond the two perspiring 
bodies. "Open me up and fuck me all night. I-AAAAGGGHHH." The big, hot pole 
seemed to be tearing her open from navel to rectum as it forced past her 
clutching lips and slid into her vagina. Everything inside her seemed to 
move as Tom's cock entered her strongly. "Oh, God, I feel you throbbing," 
Robin (r)aid, raising her legs, feeling Tom's cock with each slight move, 
until her smooth, shapely calves were locked around his slim waist. Her 
fingers explored down her belly until they touched the thick mass of goo 
where their bodies joined. It had squished freely out of her straining cunt 
when he entered her, making their thighs sticky. 

"OH, OH, OH," she cried and arched her back as she felt his warm, smooth 
cockhead stroke her womb. The burning started deep down somewhere and Robin 
knew as she smiled at him passionately that he had found the drain for her 
unrelenting passion. Robin reached for the cheeks of his ass and pulled him 
gently to her as she got to the edge, then, as the flood burst loose, 
clamped her strong legs tightly and raised her cunt to him until she could 
feel the heavy heat of his scrotum against her ass. 

"Cum in my womb!" she screamed at the sweating boy as she swept willingly 
over the edge with such force that she blacked out momentarily. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Tom, his face beaded with sweat, felt Robin squeeze down on him in orgasm as 
she cried out for his cum. Her half-open eyes glazed as she contorted her 
supple body, pulling her soft vulva hard against him and taking his entire 
glans into her pulsing womb. His nuts felt like hard-boiled eggs and his 
throbbing, horny tool was buried so deeply in the hot, slippery cunt, he 
felt as though it were lodged in Robin's throat, and still he couldn't cum. 
His cock felt strangely out of control-disconnected from his brain. 

Robin's upper lip was pulled back over her teeth, her lower one clenched 
between them. Her clenched fists pressed tightly against her cheeks as she 
sobbed for him to cum. The overpowering need to fuck the helpless woman 
surged through Tom with instinctive animal savagery. Lost in the quick surge 
of lust, the boy ran his sweating hands under the fleshy, slippery cheeks of 
her ass, his fingers digging hard into the hot, sticky cleft. The veins 
stood out on his brow like cords from the exertion as he slowly and 
deliberately let his swollen cock drag its broad crown out of Robin's vagina 
until he could feel the almost painful tug of her inner labia against the 
sensitive ridge. Her slippery vagina sucked at him wetly and oozed gobs of 
the melting goo onto his thick shaft as his horny glans jerked wildly just 
inside her. Tom looked down in half crazed excitement, fascinated by the 
rigid little clit pressing wetly against his shaft. Unable to restrain 
himself any longer, the virile young man let out a groan and, leaning over 
her, thrust his cock into her violently. 

Coming out of the most emotionally shaking experience of her life with the 
sharp stab of pain, Robin, in that split second, attempted to hold onto it 
as it slowly receded. "Not yet-please, not yet," she said and she felt the 
sweet, indescribable sensation begin to reach out for her again. "Yes, oh, 
sweet God, YES," she moaned, every fiber of her being picking up the 
beautiful rhythm. The hot waves of delirium were building at the junction of 
her thighs and riding her like the tide to the beautiful places deep inside 
her that she had never known before. The sweet pain of giving was being 
strongly stirred with hot, salty lust with each thrust of her lover's knotty 
ram. His dark, intense face was fixed on hers as he savored every change of 
expression that crossed her face. He had the look of the hunter moving in 
for the kill as he beat his stubborn cock into her dilated vagina, rocking 
her back and forth on the bed. 

Clenching his waist tightly with her legs, Robin felt the powerful rush of 
electricity start deep below her navel and travel up the crack of her ass to 
the point where she joined with him. 

"OH, NOW," she cried passionately. "TAKE ME NOW!" Her body jerked as the 
current shot down Tom's long rod to her stuffed snatch, plugged by his 
swollen, hot knob. 

She knew he was going to make it this time in spite of the warm velvety 
blanket sweeping over her. His trembling thighs were tight against the 
curved cheeks of her ass, his hot nutsac pressed into her sticky crack, and 
his big cock was ballooning with his cum until she thought she would split 
from asshole to navel. Then her womb was being filled with the strong, hot 
liquid of his nuts, sweet, quenching liquid. 

Tom felt his legs turn to putty as he flushed his long overdue load into 
Robin. Trembling, he lowered her ass to the bed and collapsed on top of her, 
breathing heavily. Her warm, soft breasts cushioned his chest and her soft 
hands caressed his face as she pulled his ear down to her lips. "Thank you, 
honey," she whispered intimately. "I've never been fucked like this, my 
strong young stud. I don't feel like I was ever fucked at all after this. I 
thought for a while I was going to need stitches and I guess that just added 
to the excitement. I feel wonderful inside now though." 

The exhausted lovers lay silent for a while after Tom rolled onto his side. 
It seemed that everything Robin came into contact with was covered with the 
sticky goo that Tom had lubricated her with. It did have an odd smell, 
almost fruity. "What was that you put on me, honey?" she asked. 

Bringing his fingers to her lips, Robin touched them with her tongue and, as 
Tom watched, puzzled, she began to shake and her pert little nose wrinkled 
deeply. Robin burst into healthy laughter. "Oh, Tom, you funny thing," she 
said. "You fucked me with apple butter." 

Tom decided not to give her the pleasure of laughing. Instead, he leaned 
over her jiggling breast and, putting his lips next to her soft, brown 
nipple, said, "So much the better to eat you with." 

Liking the idea, Robin lay back and watched as the gentle boy ran his tongue 
over her breasts, smacking his lips noisily at first, then getting down on 
her more seriously as the soft nipples became hard and excited. "Oh, honey," 
she said gently, "that feels wonderful-wonderful." 

Robin felt a hot flush of passion as Tom ran his wet mouth along the curve 
of her breast and into her moist armpit, literally fucking the warm hollow 
with his tongue. The strange sensation was turning her on quickly, and she 
was almost reluctant when he turned her shapely body over and began licking 
up her full, round thigh. 

The cool satin of the bed felt good to Robin's hot nipples as she lay on her 
stomach thoroughly relishing the sensual delight of Tom's hot tongue moving 
slowly up the sensitive insides of her thighs. In spite of the wetness of 
her body from the boy's saliva, she was beginning to feel sensually warm at 
the confluence of her legs. 

"Oh, baby, you're beautiful." She breathed heavily, feeling his hot face at 
the swell of her smooth, perfectly formed ass. She felt terribly gooey down 
there and thrilled to the thought of the boy's thick, hot tongue there. She 
could hear Tom breathing heavily as he licked her quivering cheeks clean, 
moving his lips around in a large circle and flicking the hot tongue into 
the tight wrinkle where her ass became thigh. Her nipples felt as though 
they were burning holes in the bedding as Tom excitedly pulled her cheeks 
apart and sent his hungry tongue into the furrow. "Ummmmm," she moaned 
warmly. "I'm very sticky there, darling." 

"And beautiful, you lovely bitch," he said, and pressed his hot, wet lips 
tight against her tender, puckered rectum. 

"OH, TOM!" she cried, partially in hot excitement and partially in shame 
instilled in her through years of training. As her voice trailed off, Robin 
had all but forgotten the conditioning, silently begging him to continue. 

Robin could feel herself Oozing onto the bedding through the thick, matted 
hair of her mons and let herself go, completely astonished by her desire to 
feel the thick male tongue in her tight asshole. 

Tom, obviously sharing her fascination at that part of her body, was holding 
her fleshy cheeks wide apart, probing her softening rim with the pointed tip 
of his rigid tongue. Then, sensing her readiness, he pressed hard and tasted 
the hot insides just as she clenched her cheeks tightly and cried out in 
pleasure. 

The volumnious velvet organ stabbing deep into her intestines with such 
suddenness and such unsuspected pleasure tore a cry of pure animal longing 
from her throat. Robin, well read in sexual matters, knew about anal 
intercourse and all that, but had never thought much about it. With Tom's 
soft, warm tongue sliding in and out of her, feeling herself loosen for him, 
she knew it wasn't all a bunch of crap. Maybe, someday. 

Tom, knowing he was the first man to get into Robin's tight ass knew from 
her restless body that he could make her cum if he kept up his tonguing, 
and, having other plans that involved his hardening cock, he reluctantly 
pulled out of her and slid his tongue into her slippery vulva. A converted 
apple butter freak, Tom gently rolled the heavily breathing Robin over to 
get at her sexy cunt better. 

Feeling beautifully clean except for where she needed it the most, Robin 
eagerly raised her buttocks and let him place the large pillow under her, 
then planted her feet wide apart on the bed as he moved down on her.-Her 
degree of excitement and need for him quickened as she lay back, able to 
watch his passionate obsession with her cunt. 

With the instinct of an artist, he began high on her bulging mons, tugging 
gently with his teeth at the matted hair and nudging her crack with his 
chin. By the time he had cleaned her there, leaving the thick moss damp with 
his saliva, Robin was ready to cry out to him. Her warm, sensitive little 
clit had felt and reacted to even the gentle tugging until it was hard and 
erect. 

"Come on, darling, suck it," she moaned lewdly, pushing her ass up at him 
and running her fingers into his thick hair. "I want to cum, honey, lick 
me." Tom barely got the rigid organ into his lips when he felt her back 
arch. "Honey, I'M CUMMING," she cried in relief, holding his face to her 
crotch and grinding her wet cunt against him-fucking him with her swollen 
clit as she came. 

To Robin, the climax was a necessary one, and quick, but she knew she needed 
something more-and soon. Stirring out of the bliss he had brought her, Robin 
brought herself around on the boy, breathing heavily. He let himself be laid 
prone and eyed the hot woman excitedly as she went directly to his navel 
with her tongue, flicking and sucking the little dimple clean. Her big, 
swollen tits were hanging against his thigh as she bent over him and took 
his semi-hard cock in her hand. 

"I've never done this before, honey," she panted, "but I want to do it good. 
Tell me if I do something wrong." She began to lick the smeared apple 
butter, woman juice, and cum from his cock. 

Holding his dick in her hand, Robin thrilled at the somewhat limp, but heavy 
male organ. It seemed to draw her like a magnet as she opened her mouth wide 
and placed her warm lips across the thick shaft, tasting the pungent, musky 
cock flavored with the sweet apple butter. It's my night for learning, I 
guess, Robin thought, realizing once again how well her senses were tied in 
to her sexual need. The texture as well as the taste seemed just what it 
should be against her lips and tongue, adding heat to the already mounting 
glow she felt. It was becoming steadily more stiff as her warm lips moved 
over it, the wrinkled skin becoming more taut as it filled with the boy's 
hot blood. A strange, sensual sense of power filled Robin as she reveled in 
the effect her mouth was having on him. The red, smooth glans moving slowly 
out of the thick folds of skin and, remembering the power of it in her womb, 
she moved her lips to it in fascination and, thrilling at the idea, took it 
into her hot mouth. The salty taste filled her mouth as she touched the 
odd-shaped underside with her tongue. So beautiful-so perfectly made for 
woman, she marveled, so pink and like a tender baby, and sweet, yet growing 
all the while and soon to be a throbbing, powerful man. 

She felt his cock swelling in her mouth and drew great pleasure from the 
tightness in her lips, moving her head down on him as much as she could, 
finding herself able to take much more of him than she would have dared 
think. Responding to him instinctively, and guided by the gentle pressure of 
his hands on her face, she moved her mouth gently and slowly up and down, 
taking almost half its length into her throat as he began to move his hips 
and breathe quickly. 

"Whoa, honey," he moaned, "keep that up and I'm going to cum." Robin knew he 
was close, his big cock throbbing and swelling, and, in passionate surrender 
and unexplained need, moved her face against the restraining pressure of his 
hands and moaning against his shaft. "Take my mouth," her body cried out to 
him in cock-stiffled silence, making her throat and mouth relax as much as 
she could as he took her with several short, powerful thrusts, gagging her 
as he flooded her mouth with sperm. 

Swallowing more than she could handle, Robin gagged and pulled her mouth 
from his spurting organ, feeling him shoot cum against her face and throat 
as the thick sweet stuff dribbled down her chin. Moving her face back to his 
cock, she felt the compelling need to swallow as much of it as possible. 
Licking the last oozing drops of cum from the large, flared opening, Robin 
moved her lips and tongue along the full length until there was no more. 
Then, satisfied in a way she would never have considered possible, Robin 
moved up and pressed her happy body against his. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Robin lay quietly, more relaxed than she could ever remember. Every smooth 
muscle and every hidden nerve of her strong, sensual body felt as though it 
had been stretched to snapping, then released, Raising her face from the 
boy's chest, she gazed at his strong, young features, finding it difficult 
to realize that he was twenty years her junior. Age had been forgotten 
completely in the passionate fusion that had drained them both throughout 
the night. Giving into the luxurious feeling of complete relaxation, she 
snuggled against the sleeping boy and closed her eyes. 

Robin woke quickly and completely from the deep sleep, immediately aware of 
the hard young body beside her. Her body felt strangely alert and rested, 
her senses keyed as though she were expecting something to happen. Then she 
remembered the dream^explicitly. 

The large, curved staircase of her father's house filled her consciousness 
as she relived the dream which had ended just seconds ago. She had been 
sliding down it as she used to do as a small girl. Only, instead of draping 
her legs, lady-like, across the banister, she approached it like a horse, 
lifting her dress high and feeling the smooth round wood against her little 
bottom. Then down she went, faster and faster, the heat becoming intense, 
then unbearable. Too fast to stop, the pressure of her thighs against the 
smooth wood only increasing the terrible heat. Feeling the thin panties 
begin to scorch, and faster still, trembling with fright at the thought of 
what lay below. The huge knob at the bottom rushing up to meet her, to 
disembowel her. Opening her mouth to cry out for help, she screamed 
obscenities at the empty walls and doors. 

Running her fingertips to her groin, Robin found that she was sopping wet. 
Exploring further, she found the tender, sensitive labia and clitoris, rigid 
and excited by her touch. 

Faster and faster the heavy, immovable knob rushed up at her. Still 
screaming, she tried desperately one last time to fling herself from the 
rail to doom-in vain. She closed her eyes and screamed pitifully as the huge 
knob tore into her smoking crotch. The last image implanted on her eyelids 
was that of her father, his heavy body bared and hairy, hooding the huge 
mahogany cock in readiness as she plunged onto it. 

Robin jerked upright in bed, her tipples taut as bow strings and sweat 
covering her body. 

Her father's bearded, leering face, darkened with lust, recited a favorite 
bedtime story as his hairy hands fastened on her tiny hips, forcing her 
gaping bottom hard against the unyielding knob. 

Trembling uncontrollably, Robin slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. 
She welcomed the pain of the hot needles, forcing herself to stay under the 
water until the chill began to melt from her bones. Placing the control to a 
normal setting, she let her body relax completely, losing it in the warm 
security of the shower envelope. 

The crystal clarity of her mind was frightening to Robin, and totally 
unexplainable. She should be, in spite of the youthful vitality of her body, 
fatigued to the point of near collapse, yet, her physical senses had never 
been so acutely alive, or so receptive to the insistent prodding of her 
mind. It was as though the trauma of her dream and its powerful physical 
after effect had purged her system. 

Robin almost had the breakfast made when Tom, rubbing the sleep from his 
eyes, wandered naked into the kitchen. She felt a warm rush of intimacy and 
a great deal of respect as she gazed at his slim, athletic body, so 
adequately hung. His semierection was due to a full bladder, but it didn't 
quiet the strong stirring in her groin as she recalled vividly what it could 
do to her body. 

The sight of Robin, busy at the stove, did nothing to make Tom less aware of 
his dick sticking out crazily in front of him, to the contrary, he felt 
strong vibes and, following them, greeted her cheerily as he walked over and 
put his hands lightly on her shoulders. 

"Good morning, lover," she said, "why don't you take a quick shower and I'll 
feed you." In answer, Tom moved his lips to the nape of her neck, sending 
little flashes down her spine. 

She could feel the warmth of him through the short robe she had slid into 
and gripped the edge of the stove tightly, arching her back as she felt his 
hands lip to her hips. She hadn't realized how excited he was till she felt 
his warm quick breath on her neck. "Tom, please," she protested weakly, 
feeling his hands slide up the outside of her thighs, raising the edge of 
her robe. Robin jerked in surprise as she felt the rock hard heat of him 
pressing between her tightly closed legs, searing up against her swollen 
vulva. She tightened her thighs on the thick rod, feeling the pulsing of his 
hot young blood through it. The heat of his flat belly against the tingling 
flesh of her smooth buttocks, as he thrust gently against her melted her 
last shred of resistance. Reaching to her waist, Robin slipped the tie of 
her robe, giving her body completely to the passion that had quickly gripped 
her. She felt Tom's hand on her firm breast, cupping and squeezing it, 
bringing the dark nipple to a swell. His other hand was caressing her 
rumbling belly, the fingertips sliding into the thick growth of hair 
covering her prominent mons. Her sensitive clitoris was aware of every 
subtle movement as she felt herself being helplessly swept along by the 
boy's early morning passion. 

"Not here," she heard herself saying huskily, managing to turn out of his 
grip, "we can't do it here." Her robe, held only at the hips, slid to the 
floor as she pulled back from Tom. She needed more now, much more, and it 
was all right there in front of her in the form of the hot boy's herorically 
erect cock. 

Half leading and half dragging the panting boy back into the bedroom, she 
pulled him down beside her at the edge of the large bed, spreading her 
thighs wide as she kneeled on the soft carpet, her torso spread-eagled on 
the bed. The excitement of having the hot boy "a tergo" had her trembling as 
she felt him stretch her stiff labia apart with his fingers, then felt the 
hot, smooth bulk of his glans move into her slot and spread her even 
further. 

Tom, unusually excited by the woman's beautifully sensual rear view, stared, 
fascinated, at the slippery red petals riding the crown of his broad glans, 
then closing wettly over his thick shaft as he gently rode his knob into the 
greasy, hot sheath of her vagina. Almost losing his load in her at the 
delicious moment of penetration, he froze, moving his hands from her 
distended labia and moving them up to lovingly caress the full swell of her 
flared hips. He could feel himself throb and jerk just inside her as he 
leaned his body tightly over her, moving his hands under her torso to cup 
the hard-nippled breasts. 

"Tom honey, you're teasing me," she whispered, moving her soft, warm 
asscheeks against his gut. .The strain was too much and Tom's nuts jerked in 
his scrotum, pulling a short grunt of relief from his lips as he spurted his 
hot juice into the barely fucked cunt. 

Robin, feeling him stiffen, felt torn between joy and need as the hot cum 
flooded into her. Moving her pelvis hard back against him, she felt her 
vagina distend with his swollen cock, still shooting wildly in her. "Oh, 
stay," she screamed at him, "make me cum-FUCK ME." The normal desire to fuck 
and pull out left Tom quickly as he watched the woman's lewdly moving ass 
and quivering cunt work to suck him in. It was as though he hadn't cum at 
all, his cock still hard and horny in the velvet warmth of the beautiful 
woman's vagina, only now he felt he had some control over it. 

"Easy, Robin," he reassured her, rolling her taut nipples between his 
fingertips, "I'm all right now, your lovely ass just got to me is all. I 
want to fuck you like a bull." 

"Oh, yes, like a bull," she sighed, "hard." 

Tom kept his promise, possibly because of the piss hard he hadn't relieved, 
moving slowly and gently at first until her copious lubrication allowed easy 
movement in her tight sheath, then faster as she neared her first orgasm, 
but still not letting her feel his full length. 

Robin reached her first climax quickly. The upward slant of Tom's big tool 
bringing constant, maddening pressure to bear on her swollen, sensitive 
clit. She could feel every bump, every pulsing vein on the slippery length 
of him as he slid slowly, then faster in and out of her. She felt more 
comfortable, more capable of enjoying each nuance of his big cock today, 
thanks to last night's apple butter. 

The wonderful boy slowed his movement as Robin rode over the edge of her 
climax, bending over to lay his warm, wet lips against the smooth skin of 
her back and running the warm palms of his hands along the swell of her 
hips. He moved his hips just enough to let her know he still needed to fuck 
her. His every move seemed so terribly correct to Robin, so completely 
oriented to her satisfaction that she felt the overpowering urge to please 
him in every way possible. 

Reaching behind her for his hand, she pulled it up to her breast and held 
it. "Tom," she confessed, "I really like you. You are going to make some 
girl terribly happy someday, and I don't mean just because of your beautiful 
big organ, which also turns me on." 

Robin's praise, in addition to swelling his ego, was making him horny as 
hell. He had never thought much about liking the person you were fucking, 
but he knew there was something to it. Even when he got in her the first 
time last night, he was aware that he wanted her to get as much from it as 
he did. He had known then that she could be opened up emotionally as well as 
physically if he could just find the right apple butter. Surprisingly, it 
had come quite naturally, perhaps with a bit of help from the martinis they 
had both consumed. 

Robin began to breathe more heavily as Tom began to rock her harder. She 
rolled her ass as he began to long stroke her, moving the long, swollen 
shaft almost out, then smoothly and powerfully sliding deep, deep into her. 
The pressures were subtly different when he went into her from behind. She 
could smell her pungent cunt odor as Tom quickened his pace, and hear the 
meaty, wet slap of her labia as he thrust them apart roughly. She could feel 
her insides start the uncontrollable fluttering that always ended in orgasm 
and gave herself to him completely. 

"I want your cum, honey," she moaned, raising to her elbows and arching her 
back as he hit her with his full length. She clenched every muscle in her 
cunt and ass as he exploded into her fluttering womb, locking him in tightly 
as her little butterflies stroked his spurting glans. 

Robin, radiant after her shower", had to start from scratch with their 
breakfast. She marveled at the ease with which she had given herself to Tom, 
not once or twice, but each time she had been swept along in orgasm. She 
didn't even attempt to count the times. Her body felt extremely alive and 
vibrant. 

Their breakfast was on the table when Tom, having showered and dressed, came 
into the kitchen. With healthy young appetities, they ate lustily then sat 
back to enjoy the strong, black coffee. 

The boy held back, letting Robin take the initiative, and she was glad. The 
class he had shown throughout the night was still there, and he was letting 
her call the shots for the remainder of the weekend. She knew he had to be 
back at school on Monday, and that his parents had something planned for him 
tonight, so her plans were fairly simple. 

"When're you leaving for school?" she asked. 

"I thought I'd leave early Sunday night. That'll put me at school in time to 
get squared away. I don't have to leave all that early, I mean, I could say 
good-bye to the folks and come over here for a while, if you'd like." 

Robin placed her hand on his and told him that she would like that very 
much. "Why don't you make it ten o'clock? That'll please both your 
parents-and me." She squeezed his hand and rose, her mind leaping eagerly 
ahead. She had to brace herself against Tom's parting kiss, her glowing body 
responding to his touch more than she wanted it to at the moment. 

It was mid morning when he left. Robin, her young body tense with 
excitement, poured herself another cup of coffee and, taking it into the 
sunlit living room, sat at the large, deep couch, placed the telephone on 
the thick carpet and went to work. 

Her first call was to Helen Gray, editor of the publication she worked for. 
Helen was not nearly so surprised as Robin anticipated at the news. "Why the 
hell do you think I've been letting June help you for the past few months, 
darling?" It's been written all over your lovely body, darling, for months. 
Since I know damned well you wouldn't let me take care of that little 
problem, I suppose you're going to waste all that talent on some horny 
chauvinist. Seriously, get it out of your system and come on back to us." 

Greatly relieved, Robin made the rest of her calls. The travel agency booked 
her on a Monday morning flight to Mexico City, made provisions for her hotel 
and reserved a car. The call to her mother was short. 

A call to her cleaning' woman, one to John McHugh, answered from the twelfth 
hole of his club course, and a final one to the Lincoln dealer took care of 
the morning. The apartment would be cleaned often and properly, she could 
pick up her travelers checks at the bank on the way to the airport, and the 
dealer would pick up her car and sell it for her. 

Her excitement growing steadily as she severed her bonds, Robin dressed and 
went to the office to clean up the mess she was about to leave. Things went 
surprisingly well, she found, admitting to herslef that she was damned good 
at her job. 

There was still plenty of time for a swim when Robin got back to her 
apartment. She could feel the eager responsiveness of her flesh as she 
pulled the brief bikini over her full, round hips, wiggling her ass 
seductively as she worked the tight crotchband into the deep cleft between 
her cheeks. Her normally prominent mons seemed almost obscene to her this 
afternoon and very, very sensitive to the restriction placed on it by the 
flesh-tight swimsuit. 

The water felt wonderful to Robin. Swimming easily, she took an almost 
sensual delight in the soft resistance the fluid offered to her muscles. The 
cold water pulled her nipples up tight and they felt hot to her rubbing 
against the cups of her bra. Good God, she thought, when you let loose, you 
really let it all go, old girl. 

Things had moved fast in the past sixteen hours. 

During that time Robin had fulfilled her long-standing fantasy of picking up 
a good-looking young boy. She had almost begun to think that it was only 
that, and that her deepest passion would have to be partially satisfied by 
her own manipulations. The boy had acted as the perfect vehicle, bringing 
her full sexual potential to the surface for both of them to see and wonder 
at. 

The thought of Tom's beautifully erect organ, even now, caused her to 
squeeze her full, round thighs tightly together. The pungent heady smell and 
the sexually arousing taste of his cum were vivid in Robin's mind. 

Every cock around the pool twitched as Robin stood up restlessly, slipped 
into her robe, and walked to the elevator. It wasn't the first time, but the 
egos attached to them had found out long ago that looking was all that Robin 
would allow. At this particular moment, however, had one of them presented 
itself to her in the lift, it might have been surprised. 

The steadily building need of her body was almost frightening, yet decidedly 
exciting to Robin as she went into the bath. 

Choosing her dress with care, Robin admired herself in the mirror. The 
brief, black bra and panties drew their severely contrasting lines across 
the creamy flesh of breast and belly and thigh, helping hide the dark bulge 
of her mons and emphasizing the beautiful curve of her buttocks. 

Leaving her shapely legs bare, she chose a shorter-than-short mini that she 
had never worn before. It pinched in snuggly at her small waist and flared 
smoothly over her womanly hips and ass. The top she selected was cut to show 
her more than adequate cleavage. The calf-length boots, so tight they looked 
as though they were painted on, finished her dress, and she knew she would 
have no trouble attracting males, especially young ones. 

Throwing a heavy sweater over her arm, Robin took her purse and left the 
apartment. 

Two hours later Robin was tooling the big convertible through the small 
streets of North Beach, looking for a place she had been to some years back. 
It had changed a great deal. 

Pulling the car up on the curb, she got out and crossed the cobblestones to 
the "place." This, at least, hadn't changed, she thought, as she negotiated 
the narrow stairway down to the door. 

She was standing just inside, her eyes straining into the dimly lit interior 
when she felt, rather than saw the hulk at her elbow. "I got a table if you 
want it," said Stan Pollac, co-owner of the dive. 

"Please," she responded and, feeling his hand on her elbow, let him guide 
her through the maze of tables and sweating bodies. 

There was a small loud group playing on the tiny platform up front. That 
hasn't changed either, Robin told herself as the hulk deposited her at a 
small booth at the very rear of the place. "Send you a drink right over," 
Stan said as he disappeared into the gloom which was slowly starting to take 
shape for Robin. 

The crowd, like the group playing its guts out up front, was younger than 
she had remembered it. Noisier and more responsive to the musicians and 
themselves, they seemed just what she needed tonight. The place had a 
physically sensual feel to it that all but reached out and caressed her 
body. 

The waitress dropped her drink off, losing herself as quickly as she had 
emerged. It wasn't particularly good, but Robin didn't really care. She 
didn't come to drink. Her eyes, quite able to make out the faces around her, 
scanned the crowd eagerly. She, in turn, was getting a great deal of 
attention from the males. Robin let her eyes go to the musicians and felt 
her back stiffen. 

A baby-faced blond leaned lovingly over his drums, stroking them, making 
them cry out in clean, joyful response. Robin watched, fascinated, as his 
thick, sensual lips moved with the silent score in his head. She dug a small 
notepad out of her bag and, catching the waitress on the fly, slipped a note 
to her along with a five. 

The boy approaching her table was taller than Robin had guessed, and quite a 
bit more heavy through the shoulders. He moved with the same grace that his 
hands had exhibited on his drums and with just a trace of swagger. Squinting 
his eyes into the gloom to make her out, he succeeded and, hardly breaking 
his stride, slid in beside her. 

Robin, somewhat surprised at the snobbish cast of his face at close range, 
was spellbound by his boyish charm. 

"Hey, thanks," he said, with obvious amusement in his voice. "What's your 
name, baby?" 

The look that Robin was accustomed to from males this close to her was 
totally lacking in the boy's gaze. The pupils of his eyes were unusually 
dilated, Robin saw, and she wondered what he was on. She was grateful for 
the near dark lighting at the booth as she felt herself beginning to turn 
crimson. Her resentment at his manner had initiated it, she knew, but the 
associated feelings she was experiencing from his vulgarity amazed and 
confused her. 

For the first time in her adult life, Robin felt herself in a situation that 
she couldn't manipulate. The little girl in her was hugging her knees in 
terror, and the woman relaized that she might have a difficult choice if the 
shadow at the door moved in on her too quickly. 

What had really been only seconds, seemed like minutes to the woman, and she 
felt like a stupid schoolgirl. 

"I'm Robin," she finally uttered, feeling the boy's arm go around her back, 
his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. 

She could feel the strength of his musicians fingers as he kneaded the 
flesh, moving her to him until she could feel his warm breath on her 
earlobe. She almost jerked upright at the feel of his tongue in her ear and 
his hand boldly cupping her tight breast. 

"Jesus, honey, you really are a little Robinbird," he said. "I couldn't see 
worth a shit when I first sat down, but you really got it where it counts, 
baby." He lent emphasis to his words with a squeeze of her tit. 

"That's very nice of you!" she managed breathlessly, her nipple swelling 
under his skillful fingers. "But aren't you-" 

She gasped as she felt the broad warmth of his free hand high up on her bare 
thigh and, turning quickly toward him, ran right into his mouth with hers. 

Robin's senses reeled wildly as the boy's sensually thick lips burned 
against hers and she had the terrifying thought that she was melting. Hating 
herself, yet unable to alter her actions, she let her lips go soft, 
unyielding beneath his probing tongue. All thoughts of time and place seemed 
to recede into the back of her consciousness. They took the little girl with 
them. 

The brash kid, sensing the power of the woman's deep, fiery passion, and 
realizing that he wasn't messing around with the average teenybopper, sent 
his stiff tongue deeper into her willing wetness, his hand gently brushing 
the soft warmth of her tight mons veneris. He could feel the blood start to 
rush hotly into his crotch. 

The woman's warm breast under his hand was firmer than most of the groupies 
he had handled, but fuller, and the taut nipple and swollen areola were 
discernible to his fingertips, even under the brief bra. God, what a fuck 
this one's going to be, he marveled, and, taking her hand, placed it on the 
swelling bulge of his fly. 

Robin knew what the boy wanted with her hand, and she felt an overpowering 
need to touch his genitals. His hand, masterfully teasing her upper thighs 
had her slippery and humid under the thin panties. She felt strangely nude 
to his bold hands, more nude than she had felt in Tom's arms the previous 
night-and more excited. She wanted him nude also. 

She moaned softly into his mouth as her fingertips encountered the warmth of 
his crotch. His dick was, almost unbelievably, larger than Tom's, and the 
slight sense of danger raised her to near fever pitch. She began to fish for 
his zipper as she let herself slide lower on the smooth bench, spreading her 
fine thighs. 

Getting his pants open, Robin slid her small hand into his fly, thrilling at 
the hairy warmth of his pubis, then the thick root of his cock as she 
gripped it. The weight in her hand was smoothly alive and hot to her touch 
as she guided it out of the opening to stand rigidly upright under the 
table. His dick was as thick as her wrist at the hairy root, and, as Robin 
ran her hand lightly up the throbbing shaft, she could feel all sorts of 
interesting lumps that she knew were large, blood-filled veins. She gave her 
mouth to him with even more fervor as she felt his hand on her swollen, 
exposed mons. His tongue in her mouth became a red wet cock, ripe for 
sucking. 

Robin came erect as she felt the warmth of the boy's hand leave her crotch 
and his tongue and lips withdraw quickly from her mouth. Her body felt like 
a banjo string left vibrating in mid cord, comprehending only when her eyes 
followed his to the approaching waitress. She was thankful she didn't have 
to order, she didn't trust her voice. Robin felt like bursting hysterically 
into laughter as she heard him order while she gripped his turgid cock and 
pointed it, unseen, right at the waitress. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

After the waitress left, Robin stared into the most lewdly evil face she had 
ever encountered. His crazy eyes smoked at her from beneath heavy, lowered 
lids. 

"Move it, honey, skin it back," he demanded softly, nudging his fleshy shaft 
against her hand. "You can put a couple more inches on it if you want it." 

The humiliation that began in Robin's throat never got to her lips. 
Somewhere enroute, it got mixed up with a stronger emotion that brought hot 
tears of frustration to her cheeks as she did his will. 

The strange sweetness of this new dimension of feeling jolted her 
consciousness. "If you feel it strongly, do it," was the message, and, once 
it was understood, Robin felt at home with it. 

The boy hadn't been bragging, she realized. The big veins stood out like 
sashcord against her sensitive palm as she stroked it upward to the 
unfamiliar feel his uncircumcised glans. 

The waitress picked that instant to swing back to the booth, dropping the 
drinks noisily on the table. The boy pawed in Robin's purse and tossed the 
girl a ten. "Keep it," he snarled, and raised the drink to his lips. 

Robin, her excitement mounting by the second as she felt the thick skin 
moving up and down the boy's shaft, moved her hand more boldly. Giving in to 
the whore-like feeling that had been showing itself to her, she looked at 
the boy, her eyes lowered, and asked him to take her bra off. 

"Say please!" he demanded, stretching her tighter still. , "OH, PLEASE!" she 
whined, feeling the hot flush of excitement at her words. She felt his hand 
at the small of her back and leaned forward to let him at the clasp. 

The boy, obviously practiced at that sort of thing, slipped the clasp and 
Robin felt wonderfully free as the strapless nylon was tugged from her 
breasts. 

The unexpected moan of pleasure that burst from the boy's lips as his hand 
closed on the live, warm breast, sent a jolt of wild pleasure through her 
that shot up between her parted thighs and turned her insides to mush. 

"Harder, pinch the nipples-OH, GOD, YES!" she said. "Put your hand on my 
pussy-please." 

She felt his hand on her then His fingers, groping for the wet slit, pushed 
under the tight legband and straight up into her cunt. The hand on his 
throbbing cock tightened spastically as she pushed her pelvis at his hand 
and, turning her face against him, bit at his shirt to stifle the moan of 
orgasm. She stretched her lovely legs as far as she could, pinching them in 
on the pleasure giving hand, and, as the blood in her temples slowly began 
to recede, she heard him whispering. "Okay, baby, you've had yours, now bend 
over here and do something for me." 

Removing his hands from her still-trembling body, he took her arm roughly 
and pulled her down in his lap. The sweet, strong sensation of masochism 
surged through her, arresting the ebb of sexual excitement and bringing it 
back in like great crashing waves. 

She wasn't doing this voluntarily, she was being forced to suck his cock, 
she rationalized, but it didn't matter, she wanted it in her mouth. He 
didn't give her much choice, putting his hand on her neck and forcing the 
long, uncircumcised organ roughly against her cheek. 

Taking it as a baby takes its mother's teat, Robin opened her mouth wide and 
covered his knob, foreskin and all. He felt tremendous in her mouth and 
different from Tom. The thick foreskin was a fascinating challenge as she 
darted the tip of her small, pink tongue into it, feeling the smooth velvet 
of his hot glans beneath. The heavy male taste and odor were sensually 
overpowering as she backed off and moved the skin down over the crown. 
Slipping the raw, deep red head back into her sucking mouth, she could taste 
the strong, cheesy stuff there before he moaned and, pressing hard on her 
neck, filled her throat with all she could take. 

Robin's lust mounted rapidly and absurdly as she choked at his quick thrusts 
and exploded wetly between her closed thighs as she felt the thick, hot 
cream jerk into her. The impossible desire to swallow all of his organ 
seized her and she gulped his cum instead, until she felt the last oozing 
seep into her mouth. The trembling at her neck slowly ceased, and she felt 
him lifting her upright. 

The few words between them had been enough. She didn't even know his name, 
yet he had unleashed the power of a passion in her that was almost 
frightening. Even now, having cum twice, she still felt the ultimate need of 
his brutal cock inside her. 

"My name's Todd," he offered, some of the perversity drained from his manner 
as well as his voice. She could see him working beneath the booth and 
smiled. 

"You have a lot of horse to get back in the barn," she said and laughed, 
feeling suddenly happy as she sensed the depth of his play-acting. "I have a 
nice barn for him, Todd. I'll even feed him for you." 

It was Todd's turn to be off base. The luscious woman had gotten his 
overworked tool stiff as a peg and sucked the very guts out of him with 
fiery vibes that would have melted solid rock. And, even more exciting, he 
still had all the wonderfully sensual things to do to her. Things he knew 
she wanted, and would expect. 

"I've got one more set to do," he said and Robin's pulse skipped a beat. 
"There're a couple of vocals I've been working on that aren't too bad. After 
the set, we'll go walk down the beach or something." 

"Oh, good!" Robin said, feeling very much in command but far too intelligent 
to wreck the boy's ego by divulging it too frankly. "It's been a while since 
I went skinnydipping in the moonlight." She placed her hand on top of his. 

Todd stared at her, feeling a little put upon, yet very male next to the 
lush, passionate woman. He admired her in a way other than the obvious one 
and this was a first for Todd. About ninety-nine per cent of his sex life 
had been at the pleasure of the hordes of groupies and teenyboppers. They 
were eager, easy, wild, and sometimes pretty well stacked. Old beyond their 
years usually, they had taught Todd a lot. God knows where they had learned 
it. They had seemed to take special delight in teaching Todd once he got his 
voluminous tool into their tight little goodies. 

But this doll was something else. She had to be. He let his eyes rove over 
her appreciatively. Damned if she didn't look more beautiful now than she 
had when he first sat down beside her. In spite of the wrestling match they 
had staged, she looked as though she had just walked into the place. Each 
different way he looked at her revealed something new and alluring. 

The group was taking the stand for the last set. Todd drained his glass, 
smiled at Robin, and moved quickly through the maze of tables. 

Robin sipped her drink and let her thoughts turn to Tom, of him sweating 
between her legs, hurting at first, then raising her on the crown of his 
cock to heights of passion and release she had only fantisized before. And 
doing it over and over, never quite reaching the bottom or even sensing 
where it lay. 

The group had settled into a much lower key, the rhythm picked up by the 
base guitar. Todd seemed to be looking right at her and his hips swayed 
seductively, revealing the full swell of his fly. 

She felt herself getting hot just watching him. His voice wasn't doing it to 
her either. It was his large, viril prick that she wanted. Wanted it all 
over her, against her shaking tits, thrust into her damp armpit, laid into 
her asscrack, and thrust hard into her throbbing vagina. 

As soon as the set ended, Todd bounced off the stage and found his way 
quickly to the booth. Robin was standing as he approached, and Todd, seeing 
her for the first time on her feet, realized how well put together she was. 
He was also conscious of the automatic male response as he spirited her 
through the maze of tables and bodies to the door. 

Snaking the big automobile through the narrow streets, Todd turned North. 
Within minutes they were whistling along the coast road, catching frequent 
glimpses of the moonlit surf crashing into the rugged rocks far below. 

Slowing the car on the twisting road, Todd placed his right arm over Robin's 
shoulder and let his hand slide into the top of her loose blouse. She had 
slipped the bra into her handbag when he had removed it at the club, giving 
his hand free run over the silky, warm flesh of her firm breasts. Her 
nipples were still firm under his hand, the warm globes as responsive as new 
rubber as he cupped and caressed them. His cock, already fairly hard, began 
to swell violently as he felt the gentle pressure of Robin's hand on it. 

"Jesus, honey," he said, "you've really got me in heat for that twat of 
yours. Thank God the house's just a couple of miles up the beach." 

"Then hurry," she said, taking her hand off his cock and moving his hand 
from her blouse. "I'm that way too." 

The small shell road broke sharply off the coast highway, pitching downward 
at a severe angle to the beach. In the moonlight, Robin could make out a 
small summer house typical of those that dotted the beach in the area. She 
could hear and smell the surf as Todd tooled the car down the steeply 
pitched trail. 

"How beautiful," she said excitedly. "Will we have it to ourselves, Todd?" 

"Long enough," he answered, pulling the car to a stop. Cutting the engine, 
Todd leaned quickly over Robin and, with a smooth, practiced motion, brought 
her blouse up over her luscious, upturned breasts. Awestruck by the sensual 
beauty of the woman's velvet skin in the silver light, he sat frozen for a 
moment, then went down on them with his wet, horny mouth. 

Robin gasped as his face dug into her quivering flesh, the gaping maw 
sliding wetly over the nipple, the jaws working like a hungry baby, kneading 
and punching her as she instinctively cradled his moving head in her hands 
and arched her back to give him more. Her full, ripe globes felt good to 
Robin. The warm, sensual sensation of Todd's mouth seemed to burn straight 
down to Robin's spine, as though her nipples were plugged in there, then 
slowly began to work its way down to her pelvis which was filling with the 
hot blood of lust, then picking up momentum, diffused quickly over the 
surface of her body until every inch of her skin felt supercharged. 

"Please, Todd, take me inside," she said. 

The horny boy straightened and, half pulling, got her into the house. It was 
darker inside than out as Todd fumbled with a light. 

Robin saw the double bed and a couple of cots as Todd pulled her to him 
hungrily, then, with a growl of passion, moved to the bed with her. 

Feeling the edge against her legs, she let Todd push her back gently until 
she lay on the bed with her legs over the edge. 

Wasting no time, Todd leaned over her as she spread her full thighs for him 
and, surprising her, slipped his hands into the waistband of the tight black 
panties, almost pulling her off the bed as he stripped them down the long, 
beautiful thighs and over the boots. 

Robin watched Todd eagerly as the boy straightened and tore at his clothes 
in his haste to get to her. His eyes were glued to the point just below her 
navel as he stripped, his obsession with the beauty of her open sex evident 
in every line of his boyish face. She felt more free and wanton than at any 
time in her life as she lay there, spread-eagled on the bed, her 
blood-filled vulva pulled slightly apart by the stretch of her inner thigh 
muscles. The look on the boy's face was much the same as when he had first 
joined her-brutally sadistic. Not at all like Tom, and in every fiber of her 
being, she was exultantly happy. 

Her eyes widened excitedly as Todd slipped his tight slacks over the huge 
bulge of his shorts and stepped out of them, her desire to see him nude 
almost overpowering. He stood before her, almost gloating, enjoying the 
unveiled desire and fascination in Robin's eyes as she stared at him. 

Robin understood in that instant how the phallus had held throughout history 
the core of sensuality. Understood how it, through symbolic representation, 
epitomized all forbidden and inspiring thinking in mankind. Todd held all 
those qualities in abundance, the massive, veined shaft, stiff and powerful, 
the perfect vehicle to propel the treasured gland deeply into the reaches of 
woman. 

Tiny fingers of pain shot through her insides like menstrual cramps as 
Robin's body cried out in need. She felt as though she would suffocate if 
she didn't have this boy soon, and reached her arms out to him. 

Todd, in spite of the look of animal lust on his face, kneeled between her 
trembling thighs and began running his hot tongue along the inside of her 
damp legs. 

She felt his hands go under her buttocks, his thumbs pressing the lips of 
her vulva apart, his tongue working slowly up the inside of her tight to the 
fiery gash. 

"Ohhhhhh," she cried as his tongue, sharing her need, quit teasing and slid 
into the wet, sweet slit, painting the folds of her thick, ridged labia with 
dull red flame. The boy was an artist, she realized, running her fingers 
into his thick blond hair, holding her by the buttocks as though she were a 
chalice to be drunk from. His lips and tongue, darting into the overflowing 
cunt to taste and stir, were becoming more possessive, the tongue shooting 
into her vagina more frequently, then coming out to swirl up around the 
hard, fully exposed clitoris, driving her out of her senses. 

Robin felt his thick lips slip around her clit and felt as though a thousand 
tiny fires had merged into a giant bonfire. Robin was fucking the boy with 
her clit, her pelvis thrusting wildly, her hands pulling his face into her 
crotch. Then, in sweet agony, she arched her back and shot her imagined load 
into the wet sucking mouth. 

Todd, feeling her buttocks clench in his hands, and the copious lubrication 
gushing from her, felt his lust rise to the point where his driving need to 
fuck her was overpowering. 

Robin, her body thrashing wildly on the bed, eyes shining and cheeks 
flushed, needed much more. The time for gentle caressing and slowly building 
excitement were no longer important. She was tottering on the very verge of 
orgasm, but there was only one thing she would accept now. 

"Oh, God, Todd!" she screamed. "I need you!" 

She felt her body violently heaved back on the bed, her willing thighs 
spread and lifted as the bed bounced with Todd's extra weight. His blurred 
outline towered over her as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. The 
animal moan that spilled from her lips said everything that needed to be 
said. 

She peered between her rapidly rising and falling breasts at the boy, poised 
to enter her. His immense cock, glans bared, jutted from his fist as he 
maneuvered it against the soggy mass of hair and raw flesh. 

"OH, HURRY!" she moaned, and immediately felt the heat and pressure of his 
prod painfully spreading her split with its bulk. 

Robin flinched and bit hard on her lip as the excruciatingly sweet sensation 
of pain flooded her crotch. The big knob, forcing her slick lips over and 
around it probed hungrily and irresistibly for her warm insides, distending 
her until she could feel her clip pressed painfully against her pubis bone. 

"FUCK ME!" she screamed, her head rolling from side to side on the bed, her 
fists clenching and unclenching in frustration. Her knees pressed tightly 
against Todd's hips, the booted calves clenched tightly against his taut 
buttocks, demanding entry. 

Something had to give as the boy thrust his hips hard against the girl's 
writhing crotch, and it did-more suddenly than Robin was prepared for. 

She gasped as the hot pain ripped into her, opening her vagina like a 
balloon, retreated briefly, then shot upward to her nipples. Her knees 
turned to rubber as the rod buried itself in her womb. Her insides felt like 
mush, oozing down the throbbing muscle in her. Her thighs flopped open like 
the limbs of a rag doll as she felt her buttocks lowered to the bed, the 
pressure on her insides receding slightly, then increasing deliciously as 
she felt Todd's weight on her. 

She lay quietly, breathlessly, under the boy's dead weight, feeling his 
every heart beat in her flattened breasts. Feeling it amplified a thousand 
times in his throbbing cockveins. Her body felt strangely rearranged, her 
organs fused into a single warm and wet blanket wrapped tightly and 
protectively around the pulsing new organ inside her. She lay quietly, her 
eyes closed, feeling every beat of her heart, like a tiny cog, moving one 
notch closer to the edge until every muscle in her body exploded. Her 
fingertips, resting lightly on the boy's back, dug savagely into his skin as 
she stretched beneath him like a large cat. Her toes curled tightly, almost 
painfully in her orgasm, her thighs encircling and gripping his waist. 

"Move, damnit, MOVE!" she demanded, going over the edge. Feeling him 
starting to move gently inside her, feeling the large veins of his cock 
stroke her vagina walls. She was falling, spinning head over heel into the 
darkness, but not alone. She felt him with her, inside her, and the darkness 
was liquid and warm. Her body rocking gently to him as he filled, then 
evacuated her insides with his hot strength. Her insides licking at him like 
tiny butterfly wings, teasing the long, powerful thrusts that threatened to 
esviscerate her. Each orgasm, coming quick and electric, as though her 
little gear were caught in the last notch, becoming more intense as he 
braced and rode into her harder and more deeply, seeming to swell and 
lengthen unbelievably, then terribly hard inside her, his warm nuts on her 
ass as she felt his cum gush into her." 

Todd, breathing deeply and irregularly, let his slippery meat slide out of 
her cunt as he got to his knees. He smiled at the mess they had made of the 
bed, the cum stain, as large as his head, still warm and rich with the odor 
of sex. 

Robin rolled to the edge of the bed and made for the tiny bathroom, scooping 
her clothes up on the way. The warm cum snaking down her thighs felt good to 
her. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

In spite of the austere equipment in the tiny bathroom, Robin managed to 
wash herself and to slip into her clothing. Robin had just been fucked in a 
way her body had always supposed it would. For this, and for Tom the night 
before, she felt warmly appreciative. The two young boys had shown her, 
through their virile young cocks, the pure beauty of her passion and the 
full extent of her sensuality. She smiled as she pulled the tight mini up 
and clasped it at her small waist. 

The world, she knew, was full of cocks, and with just a little charm, Robin 
knew that she could have most of them. The feeling of blissful lassitude was 
gone as she strode from the bathroom, her vitality already asserting itself 
as she glanced at Todd. 

The boy was lying on his back, still nude, smoking a joint. Robin crossed 
the room and sat down beside him. "Take good care of that," she said, 
letting her hand rest lightly on the large, limp cock lying on his belly. 

"You bet I will," he said lazily, blowing a cloud of dope from his nostrils. 
"You damn near took the skin off my dick, you little bitch. Come here." 

Robin leaned over and placed her lips on his. Their kiss was beautifully 
uncomplicated. Having given themselves so completely to each other, there 
was no barrier at all between them now. She slid her hand between his thighs 
to gently cup and feel the heavy scrotum as he kissed her. 

"Perhaps I shouldn't have gotten dressed so soon," she said, nuzzling closer 
to him. His hand, gently stroking her thigh, was beginning to get to her, 
and she could feel that his dick was no longer flaccid. 

"Play with my ass," Todd said softly, and Robin, fascinated by his request, 
was even more surprised at her total lack of resentment. The hairy warmth 
below the scrotum was strangely exciting to her as she ran her fingertips 
along the corded root of his anus fascinated her as she ran her fingers over 
the hairy rim, making Todd moan with pleasure. A keen sense of excitement 
filled her as she dug harder at his shit hole, intent on fucking his ass 
with her finger. She realized that this is what the boy wanted, and 
remembered the night before when Tom had forced his tongue into her asshole. 
She felt him give to her as his legs stiffened on the bed and watched, as 
his cock responded almost instantly, filling like a balloon and slowly 
rising to an erection. Her excitement had paralleled his, and Robin felt the 
overpowering need to have his cock back in her, turning her to mush again. 

Robin was jarred out of the sensual envelope of the room and Todd by the 
sound of tires on the road. Weird lights flashed through the cabin as Todd, 
rolling off the bed, struggled to get his pants up over his rigid cock, told 
her that it was the musicians. 

"The fuckers were supposed to be partying in town," he muttered under his 
breath. "From the sound of them, they must've brought the party with them." 

Robin tended to agree as the commotion outside increased. The sound of 
laughing and feet scuffling left no doubt. 

"Oh, well," Tom said, resigned to the interruption, "The night is young." 
Handing Robin a lighted joint, he smiled. "The beach is sexy anyway." 

Robin sat, legs crossed, on the edge of the bed and enhaled her first 
lungful of pot as the gang came crashing into the cabin. She recognized the 
members of the group, but there were quite a few others. She did recognize 
three young girls she took to be the group regulars, wild little sluts game 
for anything as long as there was a thrill in it, and she was right. 

Introductions were attempted in the swirl of bodies, but no one seemed to 
give a damn. Robin cared least of all, her thoughts were on the way Todd's 
cock had sprung up so beautifully at her touch. 

The stir of bodies was taking on some semblance of structure, as it grouped 
around a skinny black man wearing outlandish clothing. A pimp if she ever 
saw one. She watched as the tall man, hideously ugly, passed out goodies to 
the kids. He had a purse slung over his shoulder, from it, he was producing 
a variety of stuff on demand. She didn't see any exchange of money and 
guessed that the weird looking black man was buying himself into the party. 

Robin was thankful when Todd came over and sat by her. The joint he had 
given her was burning her fingers. Todd took it and offered her another, 
which she accepted. She'd never smoked the stuff before, but then she was 
someone else tonight. It wasn't more than a mild drink anyway. 

Todd sat and smoked with her. The man, he told her, was a sometimes pimp and 
a sometime pusher. "He's been working on that little cunt over there. I 
guess he figures, as much as she likes to fuck, she might as well be 
bringing him some bread home." 

Robin felt a chill drive through her as she looked at the girl in question. 
The kid couldn't be more than fifteen, in spite of the way she was 
developed. Her breasts were as large as a womans and, though there was still 
baby fat on her, her hips were broad and her ass durable looking. The girl 
didn't receive a great deal of attention from any of the crowd except the 
skinny black. Robin guessed that the boys had all taken her as often and 
easily as they had wanted. At the moment, the girl was draped against the 
leader of the group who was absent-mindedly fondling one of her large boobs 
while she clasped her arms around his waist and looked up at him adoringly. 
Her cunt was pushed right up to him, and he didn't even seem to care. 

Robin felt like a woman with a million dollars in a penny arcade as she 
watched the action around her pick up. The kids were getting stoned rather 
quickly and starting to do their own things. One of the groupies was trying 
to outdo her rival, another boy, with one of the members of the group. The 
boy, however, wasn't buying any, preferring the attentions of his buddy. 

The third groupie was faring some better, Robin noticed. She was in the 
corner with an older man Robin didn't recognize, and sat stoned out of her 
mind on his lap, her back to him. She had the appearance of a large rubber 
doll, her face expressionless, one thick, white thigh draped sexily over the 
arm of the chair. As Robin watched, the man leaned over and whispered in the 
girl's ear. Like a zombie, she reeled to her feet as the man reached under 
her shirt and peeled her brief panties down her legs. His hands worked 
quickly at his fly, then taking the girl by the hips, guided her back to his 
lap. 

Robin was beginning to feel the effects of the two joints she had smoked. It 
was like having a couple of martinis too fast, only better. The people 
seemed to be acting more normal to her. The noise level had subsided a great 
deal and several people had left the cabin for the beach. 

Robin had been consciously aware of the skinny Negro's eyes on her for some 
time and it gave her the chills. He was undoubtedly the most repulsive man 
she had ever seen. His tall frame had no flesh, his clothing hanging on him 
the same way it hung on the hanger, yet there was a sense of power about him 
that she couldn't explain. Robin's heart skipped a beat as he caught her 
looking at him and, curling his thick lips into a smile, glided over to her. 

"Hi, man, what's your bag?" he whined nasally, sitting next to Robin. "And 
how about you, honey?" he added, running his dirty eyes over her as though 
she were a piece of horseflesh. 

"You sure got some bod, honey," he said, the unwelcome intimacy in his voice 
raising her hackles. He smelled as though he had bathed in cheap perfume and 
she had the urge to get up and walk away from him. Todd took the offered bag 
and, fishing around, came out with a couple of joints. 

"Thanks, Slim, meet Robin, an old friend." 

"Speak not of it, Toddy boy," he said, "the joy's all mine if the lady digs 
it." He stared at Robin, stripping her with his eyes, then left as quickly 
as he had come. 

"He gives me the creeps," Robin confessed when Slim was out of earshot. 

"He should," Todd said, "he's a mean bastard. He has trouble keeping his 
girls. Scares the shit out of them at first, but they all grow to hate him 
and take off sooner or later. He's always on the make for new cunt." 

"HEY, YOU GUY'S!" the young-girl groupie said. "Listen to me!" The noise 
level dropped at her outcry as the gang turned, annoyed, to look at her. 

"The first one of you studs gets his dick up can fuck me right here in front 
of everybody." She put her hands on her hips and rolled her ass the way she 
figured strippers did it. 

Robin had never seen a live sex show. She was feeling a bit high and the 
prospect filled her with excitement. 

To her amazement, the man who stepped up was the one she had watched 
slipping it to the zombie girl in the chair. The zonked out girl was still 
curled in the chair, her bare ass looking like two giant melons. 

The man stood in front of the nymphet, the proof of his claim jutting out 
from his open fly, wet with the soaking he had received from the zonked 
girl's cunt. 

"Well, your chick couldn't get you off, huh?" she sneered. "You won't have 
that problem with me. You gotta take them fuckin' pants off though, 'cause 
from the look of you, I'm gonna need your balls too." 

No sooner had the man stepped out of his pants than the girl moved against 
him, her big boobs wobbling. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she raised 
up on her toes and trapped his dangling cock between her thighs, her ass 
moving back and forth. 

Robin, her blood pressure rising alarmingly, was stunned by the completely 
wanton look of raw desire on the girl's face; realized that she was a true 
nymphomaniac. 

With a guttural grunt, the girl, too hot to wait for the man to stuff it in 
her, leaped up and wrapped her thick thighs around the startled man's waist, 
forcing him to grab her buttocks to.keep his balance. Grinding her ass like 
a whore, she got herself where she wanted to be and hunched down on his 
tool. 

Robin's hand trembled in excitement at the spectacle as the man got the 
little whore spread under him and began to thrust his cock into her cunt in 
fast, hard rhythm. The ragged sound of their breathing mingled with the 
sound of a butcher slapping a cutting block with a piece of raw steak. 

The heavy muscles in her buttocks and thighs were in constant rhythmic 
motion as her nymphomania-fueled orgasm shook her. In spite of the man's 
obvious stamina, she was getting to him, and his buttocks clenched hard and 
he shot his dick into her gaping cunt. 

The red-hot girl, feeling him cum in her, went wild, clutching at him and 
cursing him. He had to literally pull himself from her, his spent cock 
drooping sadly. 

"Who's next?" she asked, rolling her head on the table to plead with her 
eyes. Robin, drawn to the eyes, saw them widen as a look of terror crossed 
her face. 

"No, not you!" she spurted at the skinny black as he grabbed her wrist 
roughly in a vise-like grip. She struggled to a sitting position, her tits 
flopping as she tried to free herself from the awesome black. 

"You ugly black sonofabitc-"WHAP! The girl's head snapped back, her cheek 
crimson as she stared unbelievingly at the man. Coolly, he hit her again. 

"That's just in case you didn't think I'd do it," the black said, with the 
threat of a rusty razor in his voice. 

The frightened girl lay back sobbing, her breasts bobbing like melons as he 
ran his black, knobby hands over her trembling boobs. 

"Now that we got that little trouble out of the way, baby, we gonna settle 
down nice and easy and give you what a nice little white girl like you 
always dreams about." 

Her eyes followed his every move as he walked around, caressing and 
squeezing her young flesh with one hand while loosening his pants with the 
other. He wasn't wearing shorts, and when he dropped his pants, his gaunt, 
ebony body shone in the light, all knobs and bones except for his rigid 
cock, which was more like a stiletto. Long and black and oddly pointed, 
almost like a dog, the organ swung lightly against his belly as he stood 
with it almost in the girl's face. 

Robin watched in fascination as he took the girl by the hair and, pulling 
her frightened face around, rubbed his black cock against her mouth until 
she opened and let him slide it into her. 

"Get it nice and wet, baby, 'cause it's going up your tight little ass. 
Ain't nowhere else tight on you 'cept maybe your ear, and you already had 
your brains fucked out anyhow." He stepped back and roughly pulled her off 
the table. Turning her around before she knew what had happened, he forced 
her over the table, her little pink nipples flattened on the rough wood. Her 
sturdy thighs were spread invitingly, but the man made her spread them even 
further. 

"Now, people, that ain't no bad-lookin' ass at all. That pussy ain't 
much-too squishy like. God knows a man could get lost in there." He spread 
her buttocks wide to press his point. "But this here little jewel's 
something else," he said, pressing his forefinger against the girl's tight 
asshole. 

Robin felt a wave of near-nausea pass through her as she watched. It wasn't 
the thought of anal love, it was the need for the man to destroy the girl in 
the process that evoked her reaction. 

The girl cried out in pain and flinched as the man drove his finger into her 
and began to twirl it roughly around in the tight anal opening. Her face lay 
flat on the table, her knuckles white from the pressure of her grip on the 
edge, and still the man reamed her shithole mercilessly, his snake-like tool 
swinging against her white buttock all the while. 

Deciding he'd primed the girl enough, he moved behind her open cheeks, 
placed his cock, and drove it home to the pitiful scream of the girl. The 
pain he was causing seemed to enflame the half-crazy man even more. He 
grabbed her hips and, whipping his skinny pelvis, met each outcry with a 
harder thrust. 

Robin could hear the anguished girl fart as the man violated her ass 
roughly, then stared at the brown staining the inside of her buttocks and 
thighs. The man was literally fucking the shit out of her, giving her a sex 
enema. Robin stared around incredulously as some of the onlookers began to 
chant in rhythm with the black's cock. 

"STOP IT! For God's sake. Someone stop it!" 

The hysterical scream quieted the chanting as though a lightening bolt had 
struck. The man at the table froze and Robin, seeing the eyes all focus on 
her, realized the words had come from her. 

Ice water ran through her veins as the wicked eyes of the black burned 
through her with a physical force. He was moving slowly toward her, the 
spread-eagled girl forgotten. His black skin was spider-webbed with thin 
white marks that had to be old knife scars. 

"Well now, what we got here?" he winned in a deceptively soft voice. His 
beady black eyes glanced over her shoulder at Todd as he closed in. "What 
you done brought in here, man?" 

His eyes on her, he spoke so softly, she could barely make him out. "I guess 
you the number one substitute, baby, and I been wonderin' what the color of 
your shit looks like, guess I'm gonna find out." 

Robin's knees turned to rubber. The others wouldn't turn a hand to help her. 
The feeling of helplessness brought the taste of gall to her throat. 

She heard the scrape of a chair behind her and saw the black drop to his 
knees. The chair flew over his head and he scurried along the floor like a 
giant black crab. 

Reaching his pants, he stood up, and Robin could see the glint of metal in 
his hand and hear the sickening CLICK of his switchblade. 

Todd moved from behind her and realized, in terror, that there was nowhere 
he could go. The black knew it too, and stalked him slowly. Todd worked 
himself into a corner, his back against the wall. His arms went up to 
protect his throat as the skinny black slashed at him with the razor-sharp 
blade. 

Without looking back, and drawing on survival instincts she didn't realize 
she possessed, Robin hit the beach at a dead run, finally collapsing on all 
fours in the sand. 

"Oh, God," she gagged. The sound rising above the pounding in her ears was 
that of the pack, and the lead hound was unmistakabley the insane black. 

Somehow she got to her feet and was moving forward. Ahead she could make out 
a light, and she knew she had to make it. 

The pack was closing fast, the whooping of the black far out in front as her 
legs refused to do her bidding any longer. Pitching headfirst onto the sand, 
she caught the light, as far away as before. She lay on her side, heaving 
uncontrollably. 

Hearing the pounding of his feet on the sand, all thoughts of escape left 
her. 

An instant later she snapped her head up at a sharp sound. She saw the black 
flying through the air in slow motion, flailing like a rag doll. It was 
almost funny because he didn't have a face. The rag doll fell to earth with 
a sickening sound and lay still. 

Just to the side of the pile of black limbs stood exactly what the perverted 
architect of the dream would have drawn in. A tall viking, leaning poised on 
his huge blade, waited in complete indifference for the pack. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The fire sprang into life as fresh wood was dumped on it. The tall viking 
stood across the fire from where Robin lay. The light reflected from the red 
of his beard and turned his horned helmet into a huge flop-brimmed hat, 
turned up at the sides. The high broad brow was almost dominated by shaggy 
eyebrows that accentuated a remarkable pair of eyes. They danced with a 
vitality that held Robin breathless. 

His faded vest failed to cover his broad, powerful chest. The curly red hair 
was as thick down the opening as it was on his face, following the muscular 
rib cage down to the narrow waistband of his chinos. 

Robin found herself completely under the young man's spell. The power and 
beauty of his body would have been enough to make him the natural leader in 
any group of men, even without his poise and confidence. 

He came around the fire, kneeling and placing his hand on her brow. His 
presence was overpowering at close range, and the touch of his hand did 
things to her body that made her realize the stiffness in her. 

"The fever's gone," he said in a soft, resonant voice, "and I'll bet you're 
hungry." 

Robin looked deeply into his eyes a moment. "Who are you?" she said. 

"My name's Arn, and this is Paul and Cathy. Who are you?" 

"I'm Robin," she said, pushing herself to her elbows jerkily, every muscle 
in her body crying out in stiff pain. 

"Easy, Robin," he whispered, bracing her head in his hand and laying her 
back down. "I'll tell you all I can while Cathy warms you something to eat. 

"Todd was down here early yesterday to fill me in. He had some stitches in 
his arm, but, aside from that, is all right. 

"You've been here almost forty-eight hours, out of your head most of the 
time. The group left yesterday, but Paul picked up your car. It's parked up 
by the road." 

Cathy offered her a large bowl of something that smelled so delicious to her 
that she sat upright, sore muscles and all. She realized, as the blanket 
slid to her lap, that she was nude. Her breasts quivered in the cool air. 
Robin glanced at Arn before pulling the blanket back into place. A quick 
flush of warmth flooded over her as she caught the flicker of appreciation 
in his eyes. 

Robin began to eat the chowder as though she were starved. Cathy offered 
some bread and a bottle of wine. 

She awoke to the sound of the tide lapping at the sand. It was just dawn. 
She could look out over the beach at the rose-painted sky springing up out 
of the Pacific. She felt beautifully alive and alone. The cooling embers of 
the fire smoked gently and she wondered if she had been dreaming again. 

Down the beach, was Arn. Even from that distance, the sight of him made 
Robin's breath catch in her throat and little things happen under her 
breast. 

"God," she whispered to the wind, "he's beautiful and I must have him." 

Robin found her miniskirt and blouse. They had been washed and carefully 
folded. The fire-warmed blouse felt wonderful as she slipped it over her 
sore breasts, the heat gently massaging them as she pulled on her skirt. The 
boots were there also, but she tossed them aside. The sand felt wonderful. 

She started down the beach. Almost guiltily, she realized that she was 
ravenous again, and the thought of sizzling fish almost made her dizzy. 

Paul and Cathy, seeing her coming, ran to meet her. They were really a 
handsome pair. The girl, tall and willowy and light. Paul, healthily tanned 
and trim, was quietly handsome; a gentle boy and perfect match for Cathy. 

She smiled warmly as they greeted her and, arm in arm, they walked up behind 
Arn, lowering their voices as they stood and watched him fish. 

The hunger Robin had felt so strongly walking up the beach was forgotten as 
she watched the boy. The powerful back muscles stood out like ropes on his 
smooth back. He was wet from head to boot. She gazed in wonder at the power 
in his legs and the smallness of his muscular buttocks. 

Seeing Robin, Arn flashed her a warm smile, his eyes honestly admiring the 
things she did to the blouse and miniskirt. The rush of pure pleasure that 
swept over Robin was turning to a different, exciting type of warmth as he 
turned back to the ocean and began reeling in his rig. 

"We've got enough for breakfast," he said. "It's getting a little late 
anyway." Robin let out a squeal of delight as she saw two large flounder. 
She didn't know what they were, but they looked good. Robin held her breath 
as Arn turned to face her, the wet shorts revealing every curve of his body. 
She flushed as she realized she had known all along he would be like this. 
He was man all the way down to his toenails. Her blouse became heavy across 
her nipples. She turned quickly and joined Paul and Cathy. 

The breakfast was every bit as delicious as promised, and Robin volunteered 
to clean up the mess. The morning was clear and warm, the sun shinning 
brightly as she finished her chores and decided it time to make plans for 
leaving. She couldn't stay on the beach forever with these kids, though the 
thought was tempting. The thought of leaving seemed even more foolish in the 
light of the way she felt about Arn. She almost wished it was just the 
desire for him to make love to her, she could handle that, but there was 
more to it. 

"Would it be possible for me to stay here a couple of days?" She asked them. 

She didn't really need an answer, but Arn gave her one. "I would be terribly 
disappointed if you didn't," he said, his eyes softly on her. 

"Of course," Cathy echoed, "but you have to pay your way. Could I borrow 
your car to run into Sausalito today?" 

"It's yours," Robin said, if anyone knows where the keys are." 

Arn handed them to Cathy. The girl fetched a large, straw bag from a corner 
of the leanto and began to strip. 

Am and Paul sat discussing something as Cathy stripped the old sweatshirt 
over her head, revealing her completely tanned torso. Robin found herself 
staring at the girls small, shapely breasts, jiggling tauntly as she bent to 
slip out of the old jeans. Cathy smiled at Robin and slipped her head into 
the dress. She sat on the sand and slipped on a pair of sandals. As she 
began to run a comb through her hair, Robin realized how lovely the girl 
was. 

Paul got to his feet as Cathy put the comb back in the bag and, with a wave, 
they trudged toward the road. 

"Let's catch some sun," Arn suggested, grabbing a blanket from the pile she 
had slept on and laying it just outside the lean-to. Stripping his crazy 
vest off and kicking the rubber boots from his feet, he lay down on his 
back, beckoning for Robin to join him. 

Letting herself down carefully beside him, almost wishing she had panties 
on, Robin rolled on her stomach so she could watch him better. "Are you 
really happy to have me stay?" she asked. 

Arn answered by taking her hand and squeezing it gently, his deep blue eyes 
reflecting the sky as he looked at her steadily. "You have a lovely body," 
he finally said, "and it must still be sore the way you move. Here, let me 
loosen you up." Arn placed his hands on her shoulders, gently and 
effectively kneading the muscles. Robin gasped with pleasure as he rolled 
the tight, sore muscles between his fingers, increasing the pressure 
steadily and sensitively, then moving out along her arms. The soreness, 
seemed to be working right out of her as she let herself go and moaned 
sensually into the blanket. The gentle rocking was moving her sensitive 
nipples in the warm sand. As he skillfully removed the tension from her in 
one place, he was just as skillfully bringing it to the snapping point in 
others. 

He worked the big muscles down the side of her spine and into the sharply 
concave small of her back, then back up, his hands warmly under the blouse 
as Robin bit her lip trying not to tremble. 

"Are you breasts sore, Robin," he asked, short-cutting the anxiety building 
in her. 

Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded, and felt herself being lifted to 
a sitting position. He slid his hands up her sides, o raising her arms and 
dropping the blouse in the sand. "They're beautiful," he said, his warm eyes 
causing her to smile at him. 

"Let me know if I'm too rough," he said and took the hot mounds gently in 
his hands. Robin moaned at his touch, the fire shooting straight into her 
spine and down to her pelvis. 

"It's all right," she managed quickly, "you haven't hurt me." 

The strong fingers took full possession of her treasures, squeezing, 
kneading and drawing the flesh out until she thought the nipples would 
burst. 

"Oh, Arn darling," she said. "Please kiss me." Her arms were possessively 
around his neck as he bent down to her, one hand still gently agitating her 
throbbing breasts. Her mouth was wantonly open to him as she felt the 
pleasant scratch of his beard, the the thick, sensual warmth of his mouth on 
hers. She moaned softly, begging for his tongue with her busy lips. Her body 
was out of control, her shoulders pushing her hot breast hard into his hand, 
her arms pulling him down until she felt his hand replaced by the warm 
muscle of his chest. 

Her taut nipples exploded as they furrowed into the thick mat of hair. 

"Arn! Oh, Arn! I-I'm cuming, darling." Her back arched so strongly it hurt, 
but she didn't care. Rolling her hips against his lower body, panting hotly, 
she felt the frightening length of his cock against her and bucked her belly 
against it hungrily. 

Robin was the aggressor. He was still under full control, but she didn't 
have time to care. Her body screamed out to her, now-now-NOW! 

The cream bathing her inner thighs only excited her more as she dug her hand 
between their bodies and fumbled his shorts open. Her hand darted eagerly 
into the opening, brushing the stiff, red pubic hair and coming to rest on 
his huge, supple organ. It came out easily, flopping heavily in her hand, 
and she wanted it more than anything she had ever touched. 

"Robin dear Robin," he whispered against her lips. She felt his hand on 
hers, holding her. "I'm so sorry, Robin." The tone of his voice cut through 
the hot haze of passion that possessed her, made her look at him. 

Something was wrong, she knew. Arn's face was a massive frown of confusion 
and frustration. Her heart skipped a beat as she sensed his words. 

"I should have told you, Robin." I shouldn't have let things get this way. 
You see, I'm gay." 

Robin, though she had somehow sensed it, physically recoiled at the words. 
Her body and soul so ready to take this young giant between her legs and 
into her, so desirous of loving him with every square inch of her body, 
could not accept the words. 

Pressing her face into the salty hair of his chest, Robin, her eyes swimming 
with tears, began to sob uncontrollably. She felt his tender hand cradle her 
head protectively as her body jerked against him. 

"Listen to me, Robin," he pleaded, his voice soft with compassion. "It's 
always been this way. I love girls, I love Cathy in a way, and I think I 
would get to love you, but I can't make love to a woman. I've tried, God, 
how I've tried. If anyone would have changed me, Robin, it would've been 
someone like you. I think you must be the most desirable woman I've ever 
known. Your body's so perfect. I love touching you, but, as you can see, I'm 
hung up. The truth is, I'm quite happy. God's been good to me in so many 
ways that I can accept the way I am. I have lovers." 

The hot sun bore down on the nearly nude couple, but Robin couldn't even 
feel it. Her sobbing under control, she pushed away from him and stood. 

Robin was ready to leave as Cathy and Paul returned with her car. The 
rapport in Cathy's eyes made words between the women unnecessary, and the 
hug that Cathy gave her made Robin almost want to cry. She turned and looked 
at Arn, standing tall again. His steady, compassionate eyes locked with hers 
for the better part of a minute, then she turned to her car. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was just getting dark as Robin drove into her parking space. It was 
Wednesday evening and she had missed her Monday flight, the bank, and the 
dealer. There was still time to get some rescheduling done. God knows, she 
wanted to get out as soon as possible. 

As she walked, barefooted, into her apartment she felt a great deal more 
like herself. It seemed that she had been away for years. So much had 
happened that was so alien that most of it seemed like a bad dream. The 
worse part wouldn't be put aside that way. The trauma with Arn was still 
very much with her, and she felt like crying. 

She bit down on her lower lip and picked up the phone. 

Before she had a chance to pick the receiver up, the phone rang, giving her 
a start. 

"Hello, Robin?" Tom's voice asked anxiously. 

"Oh, yes, Tom, please come up I have something to tell you." Placing the 
receiver back on the hook, Robin got up quickly and ran into the bath to 
splash water on her face. There would be time later for a shower. 

The doorbell sounded and Robin, sprang to open it. The boy was obviously as 
eager as she was, steping quickly into the room as she pushed the door shut. 

; He was stiff as a rod as she pressed against him, and she gasped as he 
covered her lips hungrily. The heat in her body, so inadequately quenched 
for so long, burst forth as she closed her eyes and felt Tom's arms around 
her, his big cock stiff and hungry for her. She was glad for the boy's quick 
passion which matched her own, and ready for him as he pushed her to the 
couch. 

She cried out, deep in her throat as his cock tore into her, setting fire to 
her insides, and again as he dug his knees in and rode high between her 
raised thighs, pumping full length into her in a shower of hot sticky cum. 

"Oh, yes, love," she moaned, "cum in me." Her legs wrapped around his waist 
and her starved pelvis began to pound up to him keeping his cock buried in 
her to the hilt as she milked it with her vagina. She felt him relax as her 
ass lowered to the couch. 

Reaching her arms around his neck, she pulled him down on her breasts. "Lie 
still, baby," she said. Robin, her body as tense with sexual excitement as 
she had been on the beach that afternoon, ran her hands around Tom's back 
and down into his waistband, letting her fingernails play along his tensed 
bottocks. His cock was still large in her, still wonderfully alive as she 
planted her feet wide and, using the leverage, began to slowly grind her 
hips. 

She felt the delicious wetness and warmth of his cum on the insides of her 
hot thighs as she held his ass tightly and moved her hairy vulva hard 
against his pelvic bone, feeling him hard against her throbbing clit. Tom, 
never having lost his erection in her tight wetness was starting to move 
with her and it was all Robin could do to slow him and herself. 

"Wait, darling," she pleaded. "Take me in the bedroom and fuck me long and 
hard." Somehow they got into the bedroom, their clothing leaving a trail to 
the bed. The boy's long, heavy cock glistened with his cum and her vaginal 
discharge as he pushed her onto her belly and quickly kneeled between her 
out-spread thighs. 

Robin squealed with delight as she felt his hands under her flared hips, 
lifting her back into him until she felt the hot pressure of his knob 
feeling, through her juicy red labia, for her tight fuck hole. "Oh, darling, 
your cock's so nice and big. Bang it in-HARD!" 

The horny boy needed no further urging. Everything he touched was responsive 
and warm. Robin's perfectly formed ass excited him terribly as he drove his 
cock into her so hard he could feel his ripe nuts slap against her warm 
thigh. Then, jerking it out roughly, he slammed it back in-out-in. The 
pent-up tension that Arn had built in her became unbearable as Tom pounded 
her cunt from behind, jerking her breasts on the bed until the nipples felt 
raw. 

Closing her eyes, Robin was on the beach with Arn, his strong, warm hands 
gently using her swollen breasts as she held his huge dick and stroked it. 
She felt his lips, then his teeth gently on the nape of her neck as his cock 
ballooned against her restless thigh, her loving hand drawing him up to 
full, soaring spread. She whined deep in her throat as she let him take off 
her skirt and move her until she straddled the throbbing, foot-long cock 
that was Arn's. 

The heat of fantasy surged through Robin, the long cock sweeping her vagina, 
adding to it with each deep thrust until, with a cry of anguished release, 
she let the orgasm wash over her. 

Tom, feeling her warm juice wash over his tool, her vagina snap for him, 
piled into her hard, and felt the blessed heat of his cum boil up through 
his belly and into Robin. He didn't know that it was someone else's cum that 
Robin took. 

They lay peacefully in post-coital bliss as the boy told her of his frantic 
efforts to find out what had 'happened when she didn't answer the door 
Sunday. He had phoned several times, then, deciding that she had forgotten 
the date, or intentionally broken it, got into his car and started back to 
school. Halfway there, his curiosity had made him turn around and come back. 

He had really become worried when she didn't show Monday. He called the 
airline and discovered she hadn't cancelled out. He found himself against a 
wall. There was nothing else that he could do but worry, and call her 
apartment frequently. He had called school Monday and given them and excuse 
for the rest of the week. His parents thought he was there. 

The boy's concern for her welfare touched Robin. She felt it would do no 
good to tell him all that had happened to her because tomorrow she would be 
gone. She shook in his arms as she thought of the mess lying on the beach, 
and of Arn. 

Pulling Tom's face to her breast, she began to arouse him slowly with her 
entire body. The deep-seated need Arn had aroused in her lay close to the 
surface. She needed Tom desperately. She would call tomorrow and set her 
departure up for the following day. 

"Stay with me," she whispered, feeling his hard young body roll eagerly and 
hungrily between her thighs and raising herself to him. 

The remainder of the night and the following day was an orgy without 
pretense or inhibitions. Her ability to arouse the boy time and time again 
was a challenge to his stamina, their coupling lasting longer and longer, 
yet each climax as sweet as the last. Her breasts and buttocks shared her 
need just as fully at times as her vulva and she had never felt physically 
more aglow. 

She felt no regret as she said good-bye to Tom. She agreed to let him know 
when she returned, and took his phone number at school. He had been good for 
her, letting her body seek it's range of passion. Letting her get to really 
understand that her body was every bit as sexy as it looked. 

Robin had always enjoyed flying, her spirits soaring with the jet as it 
glided above the clouds. There was something strikingly sensual about it, 
perhaps the slight element of danger. 

Robin began to feel real excitement as she felt the big jet roll gently to 
the left. The heavy landing gear dropped down and locked as the pilot 
started his descent to Mexico City. 

Everything went smoothly. Customs was most gracious and hands seemed to 
appear from everywhere to help her. She picked up the keys to her rental car 
and directed her luggage to it. 

Robin got excellent treatment as she arrived at the Hotel Regis. The eager 
staff took her car, unloaded her luggage and helped her register as though 
they really enjoyed pleasing her. 

Her room looked out over the city giving her a breathtaking view of the 
twinkling lights below. Her eyes swept the rest of the room approvingly. She 
had selected well and felt that her holiday was getting off to a very good 
start. 

It was only ten o'clock when she showered and rubbed dry on the plush towel. 

Walking to the mirror, Robin regarded herself critically. There was a slight 
bruise on her right breast where Tom had bitten her in his passion. As she 
gently explored it with her fingertips, she found her nipple tingling 
beginning to harden. Her mons veneris was more pronounced than normal due to 
it's recent stimulation. Robin was pleasantly aware of the thickening of the 
labia that gave the slightest parting of her vulva, and could feel the inner 
lips moistly touch each other. 

The sounds coming faintly to her while she dressed were sounds of an 
exciting life, a life that she felt tugging at her. All thoughts of retiring 
early left Robin as the young vitality of her body cried out to her. 

She stepped into the lobby a half hour later, aware that she was a knockout 
in the white dress that moulded to her lovely curves. Her graceful walk did 
things to her perfectly moulded pelvis as she crossed to the lounge and 
entered. 

It was tasteful, dark, and filled with conversation. She selected a table 
and was waited on immediately. 

Her martini was excellent, as was the soft music from a very good piano. She 
moved over to the piano and sat down again. 

The piano player had finished playing by the time Robin was seated. She 
looked at him in disbelief. His smooth, young face was half covered by dark 
glasses. He was blind. He said something softly in Spanish and began the 
lead-in to "Tenderly." She felt as if the boy had read her mind, and had the 
feeling that he knew she was sitting there. That he was blind didn't enter 
her thinking from that point on. There was a strong rapport between the 
beautiful woman and the young piano player, though not a word had been 
exchanged. Even onlookers in the lounge sensed it. 

He played more than he usually would before taking a break, then turning on 
the bench to face Robin, he said, "Thank you for the chance to play for 
you." He spoke beautiful English. He sensed her out-stretched hand and 
reached for it, letting her guide him to her table. 

"You must be very beautiful," he said, "and very much alive." 

"Why thank you," Robin said. "Where do you live and what is your name?" 

"Ramon, and very near by," he answered. "And what is your name?" 

"Robin." 

"And where is your foolish husband, who would let one so beautiful sit here 
alone?" 

"Across from me," she said, "and how close is very close?" 

Robin walked beside the boy. He needed no assistance as he made his way 
along. She was glad she hadn't asked him to her room. He was showing her 
that his blindness was no handicap. They were in a neighborhood of neat 
little houses. They passed several, then the boy stopped and fished in his 
pocket for a key. 

"The light switch is on your right," Ramon offered softly. 

Robin slid her hand along the wall until she found it, then hesitated. "Why 
don't we leave it off, Ramon?" 

The boy took the initiative gratefully, his hand firmly on her arm as he led 
her into the darkness of his personal world. 

The idea of being with the boy on his own terms was more than a challenge to 
Robin. She closed her eyes as the light from the street filtered through her 
door, and opened them only when she heard the door close behind them. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

In spite of the lack of light, Robin felt none of the somberness or 
desolation she had anticipated. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed the sweet 
fragrance of her strange environment. She could detect the aroma of fresh 
fruit mingled with numerous flowers, some that she could identify and some 
completely alien to her. 

"Here," Ramon murmured, his hand tightening on her arm. "My couch is here, 
please sit and allow me to fix you a drink I think you will enjoy." 

Feeling the warm leather against her calves, Robin sat down, her fingertips 
delighting in the rough texture of the warm leather, then feeling it 
sensually against the back of her thighs as she allowed it to bear her full 
weight. 

"You have lots of flowers, Ramon," she said, "what are they?" 

"There's camellia, larkspur, and orchids." His voice was right beside her 
and Robin felt his hand take hers and place it on a cool glass. The drink 
smelled as exotic as her exciting surroundings. 

She felt Ramon's weight settle next to her as she let her taste buds play 
with the tart, savory liquid. "Ummmmm," she moaned, "it's a masterpiece, 
Ramon." She reached for his hand and pulled it into her lap. "What's in it?" 

"The lovers touch," he said. "I must admit to using everything at my 
disposal to seduce one as lovely and desirable as you." 

Robin smiled as the hand on her lap turned palm down and pressed warmly her 
small, rounded belly. "Then fix me another, I'm not seducable yet." 

She rose quickly as Ramon crossed the room to refill her glass. Slipping the 
zipper of her dress she slid it silently from her body, her excitement 
taking a steep upward turn as she sat back down in only her bra and panties. 

She took the drink from Ramon and found herself trembling as his soft hand 
brushed against the tight swell of her bra. She brought the glass to her 
lips and quickly drained it. 

"Sit by me, Ramon," she said, feeling for his hands in the dark. She brought 
his hands to her face and leaned back as she felt his sensitive fingertips 
play over her features. 

"You are truly beautiful." His low voice caressed her. "Not just pretty and 
desirable like many of the girls who come here, but beautiful like the 
passionate flowers near my home." Robin could feel the warmth of his breath 
on her, could smell the sweet nearness of his mouth. She turned her face to 
him and felt his lips on her eyelids. 

Feeling his lips against hers, Robin gave her kiss to him with a soft, 
passionate moan. Her body had never felt so naked as she felt to his touch. 
His hands thrilled her as they moved over her shoulders and sides, finally 
going around to her back to release the bra. 

Her breasts quivered like mounds of Jell-0 as he outlined them with his warm 
fingertips. She took his head in her hands as he touched his warm, wet mouth 
to the swollen mounds. 

His gentle mouth nudged and pulled at her, his hot tongue searing her hard 
nipples as she arched her back and fed him, wishing she could thrust her 
entire breast into his wildly satisfying mouth. The fire in her breasts 
spread quickly to turn her body into one large erogenous zone. Her head hung 
limply back over the arm of the couch, her mouth working as she felt his 
wonderfully talented hand slip from her breast to lovingly cup her swollen 
mons. 

"Oh, Ramon!" she cried, raising her bottom off the couch to let him slip her 
pants down her thighs. He moved her on the couch, his masterful hands 
guiding her damp thighs apart, then sliding warm fingertips up into her 
thick pubic hair, gently opening the wet cuntal lips to his tongue. 

Robin growled in her throat as she felt his hot tongue stab her pussy. She 
cried out and jerked in blessed, needed orgasm. 

Ramon, feeling the writhing woman cum, thrust his tongue past her labia and 
into her warm vagina. His tortured nuts throbbed at the feel of her on his 
tongue, and he moaned in relief as they emptied themselves in his pants, his 
swollen cock jerking against his leg as he felt the hot sticky cum spurt 
into his shorts. 

It had been too long since he had allowed himself to make love to a woman. 
The beautiful woman whose innermost secret he shared had done him a great 
favor. His passionate nature wasn't meant to be curbed. Now, given an 
instrument that demanded his utmost skill and challenge, he felt wonderfully 
alive again. Feeling her body relax, he leaned over and kissed her tenderly 
on the lips, feeling her fingers on the buttons of his shirt. 

Robin would never forget what followed. Never had her body been so loved, 
teased, aroused, and fulfilled. Then loved again, and each time differently, 
she felt her body needing him more and more. His beautifully sensitive mouth 
had brought her repeatedly to fever pitch, then drank her liquid offering 
until her turgid lips felt stiff and raw. 

The soft light of dawn crept across the bed as Robin lay, letting the 
passionate boy stroke and caress her body. She had not touched him since the 
lovemaking had begun hours ago. Now, in the light, she let her eyes play 
over his smooth, young body. His skin was beautifully taut and coffee 
colored and covered a body that was small and slight. His erect cock, though 
well formed, was also very small. Robin gently stroked the long hair from 
the boy's forehead, then moved her hand down to grasp his cock. She felt his 
body jerk as she touched it and sensed that his reason for not having 
mounted her was a feeling of inadequacy. 

"Oh, Ramon," she said, warm tears blurring her vision. "Why don't you fuck 
me now?" She squeezed her hand on his cock, feeling his heartbeat. 

"Because," he said bitterly, "I am a good lover with my hands and my mouth, 
but not worth a damn with my organ." 

Robin recoiled slightly, following him in the morning light as he splashed 
raw tequila into a glass and angrily tossed it off. 

Sliding off the bed, she crossed quickly to him. "Don't be foolish, Ramon. 
Certainly you don't think you are deficient in any way." She watched aghast 
as he poured another tequila and downed it. 

"No, not deficient," he snarled, "but perhaps inadequate." He tugged her 
across the room to a small cabinet and swung the door open. "Why do you 
think I have these?" 

Robin's eyes widened at the selection of very life-like dildoes. She had 
never seen one before, but she knew what they were. She felt a strange 
excitement come over her as she stared at the fake cocks. 

"Why do you think I am different from the others?" Robin said. Her vulva 
felt huge. "Do you think I wouldn't like something like that between my 
legs?" she taunted, feeling a real excitement begin to take hold of her. She 
could also see the mounting excitement in the face of the boy. 

"Please, make a choice," Ramon said excitedly. 

"No, the choice is yours," Robin said. "I want you to make love to me the 
way you want most to do it." She turned and went back to the bed, wondering 
if there were something perverse in her trembling excitement. 

She felt excited watching Ramon strap the huge dildo over his own rigid 
member. He had selected the largest of the collection. 

The prolonged cunt-eating of the past hours had left Robin in a blissfully 
satisfied state, her clit and labia tingling from Ramon's skillful lips and 
tongue. She felt warmly responsive to him, and eager to repay him for the 
pleasure he had given her. 

Ramon had greased the dildo with Vaseline, and she was grateful as he lay 
down beside her and let the monstrosity lie across her belly. She closed her 
eyes and gave her mouth to him, tasting her cunt on his lips. Moving her 
hand down, she gripped the thick, slippery dildo, thrilling to the hot, 
life-like feel of it. It was Arn. 

The boy's foreplay was much rougher, and Robin felt herself responding like 
a wanton whore. Rolling against him, she thrust the rigid, warm tube between 
her open thighs, moving her ass sensually to feel it ride into her split and 
nudge her cheeks apart. The friction on her swollen clit was painful to her 
as Ramon, sensing her excitement, began to jam it harder between her 
slippery thighs. In spite of the pain, she increased the pressure of her 
thighs and, seeing Arn above her, felt herself go. 

Ramon, feeling the orgasm rack her body, rolled her to her back as her arms 
went around him. Her thighs opened wide and the sexy calves slid along his 
waist as he laid the big knob in the wet coral of her open gash. 

The heat shot up through Robin's spine like electricity as she strained 
every muscle to open herself for him. Her calves were flexing against his 
slim hips and she could feel his delicate fingers pulling her apart, 
spreading the heavy labia for the big red glans. 

"You're beautiful," he said, his eyes slitted in passion, "please let me 
know if I hurt you." Her fantasy-directed eyes stared down between their 
bodies at his powerful thighs, hairy and muscular against the smooth 
whiteness of hers. He felt as solid as a tree trunk as she flexed her legs 
around him, feeling the hot pressure of his cock push back at her. 

"Oh, please-please, darling, hurt me," she cried, her smooth buttocks 
squirming in his powerful hands. The deep throated growl that burst from his 
lips was drowned out by Robin's animal shriek as he pounded her pussy. 

She felt him hesitate as her head began to spin wildly, then continue to 
fill the core of her being as she watched from a rapidly increasing 
distance. 

Ramon let himself cum as she took the knob into her vagina and began to work 
it deeper into her. Her shriek had aroused the sadistic vein in him and, as 
much as he wanted to hurt her again, he was too much the artist to be so 
crude. His sensitive fingers found the tight-pulled labia at the thick shaft 
as he worked it deeper. She would take the dildo without any real problem, 
before he was done with her. Her body was superbly built for love, and Ramon 
felt a bitter sense of loss that he could only fuck her this way. 

Moaning and crying out the name of her lover, she writhed sensually, her 
full thighs demanding his full manhood. He was moving in her easier, her 
orgasm and the lubrication letting the big cock slide noisily in and out as 
he fucked her angrily. 

Robin let her thighs slip from his waist as her orgasm struck and receded. 
He was panting and grunting as she felt the hot pressure build and fade in 
time with his thrusts. The pain had gone, and in it's place was the terribly 
sensual feeling of having her entire insides stroked by the long, glistening 
tool. Planting her feet securely on the bed, she got the leverage she wanted 
and began to move her cunt on the big pole, savoring the last tinge of pain 
deep inside her as she took it to the hilt. 

Ramon, feeling the dildo full in her, lay his weight on the softness of her 
firm breasts and rode her strong pelvic movements. She was having orgasms 
every few minutes. Her fingers dug into his ass, her soppy pussy making the 
large instrument stroke her faster and deeper. 

"Oh, cum, Arn," she cried, and Ramon could feel her vagina contract on him 
through the dildo. Her warm thighs caught him to her and he felt her body 
shudder in mind-blowing orgasm. 

Robin rolled over and kissed the quiet boy before she rose. She wondered how 
other women had responded to the mechanically inspired screwing she had just 
enjoyed. The sensation, once she had accepted the fact that it wasn't flesh 
and blood, had been mind-boggling. Few men could have equaled the size and 
stamina of the artificial cock. The feel, smell, sound, and taste of a live 
man between a woman's legs could lead very easily to fantasy. Robin wondered 
how many of her married friends did the same thing with their dull, 
not-so-well-hung husbands. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Robin was ravenous when she awoke. The sun was streaming into her hotel room 
and Robin had never felt so alive. Stretching her arms and legs, the muscles 
of her thighs and calves moved smoothly under the silken skin. Her firm 
breasts rose tautly against the material of her filmy nightie. Sitting up, 
she slipped the short gown over her head and lay back on the sheet. 

She let her hands go over her body, delighting in the feel of her firm, 
healthy flesh. She let them linger on the beautifully turned mounds of her 
breast, feeling the nipples respond as she teased them. Running her hands 
down to her full, well-rounded hips, she slipped her fingers under her 
buttocks and delighted in the sensual feel as she clenched them tightly 
together. The sensation worked into her asscrack and around to the deep 
groin muscles. The thick black hair covering her mons moved slightly. 
Pursing her lips sexily, she moved her hands to the prominent triangle and 
slipped her forefinger past the labia and into her vagina. Her thoughts were 
on the huge dildo that Ramon had fucked her with and she felt herself 
beginning to grow warm. 

Glancing at the clock on the way to her shower, Robin could hardly believe 
that she had slept for almost twenty hours since leaving Ramon. The sensual 
feeling she had awakened with stayed with her through the shower, and she 
wished that Ramon were waiting for her in the bed. The feeling left her 
wonderfully excited as she dressed for the day. 

She threw a few things into her small bag and left the hotel. 

It felt good to be driving through the countryside, even if she had no idea 
at all where she was or where she was going. She had let the car follow the 
natural flow of traffic, enjoying the hustle of the downtown city until she 
reached the outskirts and let her instincts take over. She had thrown a 
tourist map into the bag before she left the hotel and, pulling the car to 
the side of the road, looked at it carefully. A few minutes later, she 
pulled the car back on the road and headed for the breeding farm. 

The entrance was hung with a large sign printed in Spanish and English. 
Robin pulled the car into the parking area. She smiled at the old Mexican 
who opened the door of the car for her and followed the signs into the tour 
center. She was just in time for the tour of the farm. 

Robin was aware of the eyes on her as she walked along. The slacks she had 
decided on did nothing to deny the fullness of her thighs, the roundness of 
her hips, or the perfection of her buttocks. The tour guide, a handsome 
young Mexican lad, couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her. His English was 
first rate. 

The boy got the idea of the holding pens across. "The place where the cows 
waited to be courted," is the way he put it. Robin was beginning to feel a 
great deal of empathy for the cows as she noticed how restless they were, 
and how the thick, heat-mucus seeped from their puffy organs. 

The bulls excited her even more. They were penned quite close to the cows 
and could smell them. The reason for this, the boy said, "Was to get them 
ready." Then, he explained, the handlers would take the semen from them for 
use in artificial insemination. 

"How terribly cruel," Robin said, "and how do they take care of the cows?" 

The boy looked at her and smiled beautifully. "I could take you on a real 
tour after five o'clock," he said hopefully. He got his answer in the 
woman's eyes. 

Robin had a moment aside with the boy when the party returned to the tour 
center. "Is there a cantina in the village that I could go into without 
being out of place?" 

The boy's eyes burned into her well-filled blouse before he answered. "There 
is nowhere you would not be out of place in the village," he said. "The 
cantina Del Reyes would be safe for you. My name is Pepe," he added as she 
smiled and turned to go. 

It was just what she wanted, a dark, cool place to have a drink or two. 

One of the girls left the bar as Robin seated herself at one of the tiny 
tables and took her order. An old man with a guitar perked up and put a 
little more guts into his playing. The drink came and, to her surprise, it 
was delicious. 

The sun was lower than she had guessed as Robin left the cantina. She made a 
mental note to return later as she gunned the car up the dusty road to the 
ranch. 

There were no cars in the parking area as she pulled in, but Pepe was 
leaning against the wall of the old bunkhouse. A look of relief crossed his 
face as he smiled at her, his dark features broad and strong. 

"Come," he said eagerly, "they are going to breed Diablo, the prize bull of 
the ranchero." Robin followed him excitedly as he made his way toward the 
large barn. She could hear the commotion inside before they entered the 
large wooden structure, the curses of the men rising above the low, rutting 
grunts of the animals. 

"Won't they mind my being here?" she asked. 

"Not if we give them money," Pepe answered, looking at her purse. 

"Here, give them this," she offered, pressing a wad of pesos into his hand. 
She watched as he approached the man in charge and passed some of the money 
to him. The man seemed more interested in her than the money, as Pepe 
motioned to her to join him. 

Pepe helped her to the top of the tall, fence that contained the huge black 
bull. The animal was much larger than the fighting bulls, weighing almost a 
ton. Robin stared in awe at the huge, mean head and the massively muscled 
neck and shoulders as the animal pawed and snorted. Her excitement turning 
purely sensual, Robin gasped as she made out the red slime of his pointed, 
four-foot cock lying rigidly against his belly. The huge balls, large as 
grapefruit, almost drug the ground as the bull moved his hindquarters. 

Two of the men went to the gate of the chute that joined the large bull pen 
and Robin could see the much smaller cow behind it. They slid the gate up 
and hit the cow with an electric prod, bringing her out of the chute with a 
frightened bawl that caused Robin to grasp Pepe's thigh. The gate crashed 
down behind the trembling animal and, though she was very much in heat, she 
was obviously terrified by the bellowing bull. Robin could see the steady 
stream of thick sperm drip from the wet bull cock as he trotted, stiff 
necked, to the trembling heffer, hitting her in the flank with his shoulder. 
The cow squeeled and went to her knees as the bull, moving rapidly wheeled 
and attempted to mount her. The heffer, bawling pitifully, scrambled to her 
feet and managed to avoid the determined bull for a couple of minutes, but 
then she found herself with the wrong end against the fence, with no room to 
wheel. Robin watched spell bound as one of the men leaped off the fence as 
the huge bull reared up on the heffer. 

With the grace of a matador, he grasped the lance-like cock and placed it, 
leaping aside as the mighty animal bowed his powerful back and raised her 
rear end off the ground with his thrust. It was over in a second, the bull 
humping only tow or three times, jamming his cock full length into the 
bawling cow's cunt. 

Robin's crotch felt on fire, and soaking wet as she turned to the boy. "Oh, 
Pepe," she said breathlessly, "where can we go?" 

"Come," he said. Robin followed as he went quickly toward the back of the 
large barn and into an area where bales of hay were piled. Rounding a 
corner, Pepe led her through a narrow tunnel in the bales and she found 
herself in a room, small and adequate for the purpose. There was a great 
deal of loose hay on the floor, covered by an old blanket. 

The boy wasted no more time than the bull. Pulling her to him roughly, his 
hands went to the small of her back, loosening the clasp and quickly 
slipping the zipper of her tight slacks. "I do you like the bull," he said 
hoarsly, pulling the tight slacks along with her briefs over her warm, 
rounded ass and hips until they bound at her knees. Just as quickly, he 
loosened his pants and stepped out of them. 

Robin let him lower her to the blanket, let him handle the white flesh of 
her buttocks until her swollen cunt opened wide to him. She could feel his 
hard thighs against her hips as he pulled the hot tip of his cock up into 
her gaping split and, with a grunt of passion, ran if full into her. 

She felt like he had rammed a hot broomstick into her as she made a noise 
like squeezing a handful of axle grease hard. She came with him after a few 
wild, deep thrusts, she was so terribly ready, but to her surprise he stayed 
with her, never breaking his rhythm, even as she felt his hot cum shoot into 
her. 

Robin felt like a hobbled heffer, her tight slacks bunched at her knees. She 
couldn't get her thighs apart for the boy, but he was making the best of the 
situation, his flat, hard belly against her rounded buttocks as he drove his 
hard cock upward past the tightly pinched labia. Rocking with his short, 
hard thrusts, she bent forward and pushed the soft, hairy vulva back on his 
greasy root until she could feel the heat of his scrotum against the back of 
her tight thighs, the hard knot of his cock against her stiff cervix. The 
hands on her smooth round hips dug into her as the boy, so accustomed to the 
raw coupling of the animals, grunted and rammed. She could feel his pace 
quicken as the rod inside her thickened and swelled. 

"Give it all to me," she demanded, feeling her insides start to churn in 
orgasm. 

Robin was lying prone as Pepe's cock gave it's last dying twitch. She felt 
him drip on her as he pulled his prick out with a sucking noise and quickly 
got to his feet. He didn't even offer her his hand as he busied himself 
slipping on his trousers. 

She felt the beginning of anger creep over her as she pulled her briefs and 
slacks up over her hips and stood up. The bad thing was that her anger was 
directed toward herself. The boy hadn't been the best fuck she had ever had, 
but she had pretty well asked for it. He hadn't smothered the fire in her, 
but he had helped keep it under control. She glanced around at the tiny 
house of hay, enjoying the tangy smell. She would have stayed with the boy 
and given him the lay of his life if he hadn't been in such a hurry. 

She said very little to Pepe' on the way to her car, but he chatted 
continuously. She finally began to realize that he was not being rude to 
her, it was just his way. She fished into her bag and, bringing out a wad of 
bills, took his hand and pressed them into his palm. "Thanks, Pepe," she 
said. It was obvious he hadn't expected the gesture, though he didn't take 
it as an insult. Instead, he asked her to wait a moment and went into the 
tour center. 

Robin had the engine running when he trotted back out and leaned into the 
window. Handing her a small brown envelope, he smiled. "This is a thing 
called 'Spanish Fly," he explained. "We give it to the animals sometimes to 
get them ready for the breeding. Sometimes, some of the guys give it to the 
girls. You must be very careful. Only as much as you could put on a needle 
would make your lover wild for you all night." 

Robin, not wishing to hurt the boy's feelings, tossed the envelope into her 
bag, thanked him with a smile, and put the car in gear. 

Robin felt good but raunchy as she stepped into her hotel room. Going to the 
phone, she called room service and asked for a martini, then began filling 
the tub for a long, hot soak. The drinks arrived as her bath was ready. She 
started to close the door, then, spontaneously, called the bellboy back. 

"Where does one go on a night like this?" she asked. He was quick and 
intelligent, rattling off several of the more usual tourist attractions 
before she pulled him up short. "No, that's not what I mean. I've been told 
that in Mexico City one can see shows that are not found many places, can 
you tell me about them?" 

The boy's eyes avoided hers for a moment, then sensing that she wanted a 
straight answer, he looked at her. "There is such a place, indeed, many such 
places and many prices to pay for their enjoyment. I think the price is not 
important to one such as you, however the conditions would seem to indicate 
the one place I will tell you of." 

The boy, going to the table, explained to her on the hotel map of the city 
how to get where she wanted to go. It was still early for such things, he 
explained, and Robin was glad. 

The show the boy had described seemed to be what she had always wanted to 
see, even before she became sexually liberated. There was a wide streak of 
voyeurism in her that the afternoon had released. She was beginning to 
realize that there was a streak of everything sexual in her. She wondered 
what it would be like to be able to take the four-foot bull cock. She could 
feel little twitches in her groin at the thought, and knew that if she 
pressed her thighs together tightly enough, she would get herself off. 

The way the boy had described the place where the show was held, she knew 
that the spectators would be well-to-do and well dressed.. She could feel 
her level of excitement building. 

The cab ride had taken longer than she had anticipated as the driver spoke 
to her and pointed off to their left. Robin could see lots of lights hidden 
behind thick foliage. The cab swung into a steep curve leading up to the 
private hacienda. Robin noticed several men who had to be private guards 
stationed along the lone entrance to the estate. 

Large floodlights lit up the cresent-shaped driveway, revealing a profusion 
of large expensive automobiles. 

A doorman opened the door for Robin as the cab came to a halt. She paid the 
driver and stepped out, giving the doorman a thigh to look at that he 
wouldn't soon forget. He wouldn't forget the back of the woman either, 
missing the next car as he stood ogling the skin-tight velvet stretched 
across the most sensual ass he had ever seen moving up the wide steps of the 
hacienda. 

The gown she was wearing would have been ridiculous on a lot of women, but 
it was made for Robin. The sleek black velvet would have been a sheath 
except for the sash, so artistically placed, that the woman could control it 
at will. Robin had selected black briefs so sheer that the edges were 
invisible. Hardly more than a G-string, the panties kept her luxurious 
growth of pubic hair pulled tightly against the bulge of her pouting mons 
veneris, which was obvious enough in the dress. 

She felt the tremendous excitement of being sexually had by every male eye 
within range and hated by every female as she approached the large wooden 
door hung on massive iron hinges. The door opened for her and she stepped 
inside. 

Just inside the portico, she was greeted cordially by a handsome man in 
evening dress who spoke perfect English. The place had a definite 
international flavor to it. He was a glorified ticket seller. The price was 
two-hundred dollars, which she gave him. Once inside the ornate place, the 
guests were on their own. The man said the performance would start in half 
an hour, and he suggested a drink in the lounge. 

The lounge was massively beamed with fine, polished wood everywhere she 
looked. Tasteful paintings adorned the walls where they were called for and 
the rich red carpet was ankle deep. 

Strangely, there were no stools in front of the long, beautifully paneled 
bar. Well dressed and attractive couples leaned on it or stood against it, 
but there was no place to sit unless you chose a table. There was something 
friendly about standing next to someone as opposed to sitting. Perhaps that 
was the idea. In spite of the good crowd in the lounge, there was plenty of 
room, and Robin had the pleasant feeling that there would have been anyway 
as she crossed the room. 

The martini was perfect and expensive. If everything else was as good, the 
trip would have been well worth the time and expense. 

She was approached twice in the time it took to finish her drink. Both times 
her admirer was subtle and direct. She decided to remain alone, at least for 
a while. 

A cultured voice announced the performance was to begin in ten minutes. 
Excitedly, Robin entered a high-ceilinged, circular room. In the center was 
a raised, circular stage about twenty feet across and lighted from above. 
The seats tiered in circles from the stage. 

Robin found her seat in the third row back from the stage and felt her 
excitement growing madly as she lowered herself into the plush seat. She 
looked around and saw that the theater was filling with people as obviously 
excited as she was. The lights lowered, leaving only the raised dias 
illuminated. 

As the lights lowered, music came up, a cultured voice riding above it. 
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to El Eros. We are proud to present a fresh 
new group of performers tonight. We sincerely hope our selection will appeal 
to you." 

The music came up louder and Robin stared spellbound as the head of a man 
began to emerge from the center of the stage. She caught her breath quickly 
as she realized the man was sitting nude on a stool. 

The man was Indian, his skin the color of old leather. He was large for an 
Indian and exceptionally well muscled. The size of his shoulders and neck 
reminded her of the bull she had watched that afternoon. His entire body had 
been covered with a heavy oil that gave him the appearance of a bronze 
statue as he sat motionless on the stool. Robin could hear gasps as the 
platform turned and she bit her lip gently as she waited anxiously to see 
how he was hung. 

She wasn't disappointed. She could feel the heat along the inside of her 
crossed thighs as he looked right at her with the blackest eyes she had ever 
seen. His body seemed to be hairless except for his scalp, but it didn't 
detract in the least from his obvious manhood. The man's powerfully muscled 
thighs supported the weight of a cock that hung to his knees, the 
dark-looking glans barely extending past the huge lump of his scrotum. 

He stood and moved the stool to the edge of the stage, his big tool flopping 
like a sausage. The center section dropped below the stage as the man 
stalked cat-like around the edge of the stage, flexing every muscle in his 
body very skillfully. 

The lift came back to stage level carrying a young, fantastically build 
girl. Robin judged the girl to be no more than eighteen and of Spanish 
desent. She was at the absolute zenith of her nubility, her large, 
dark-nippled breasts were heavy and ripe. The broad spread of her pelvis 
emphasized the tiny waist and the large triangle of pubic hair. Robin 
glanced quickly at the man and saw that his genitals were beginning to 
respond. 

The man stepped to the center of the stage and, spreading his legs slightly, 
placed his hands on his hips. The girl went to him and, kneeling, began to 
make love to him with her body. Hugging his sturdy legs and running her 
hands up to caress his tiny, hard buttocks, she began to rub her big nipples 
along his legs until they stood out on the firm mounds. Her mouth, sliding 
along the shiny skin of his thighs, soon worked up into his crotch and began 
to suck and mouth the huge goose eggs under his swelling cockshaft. 

Robin, thinking of Todd's cock in her mouth, could recall the excitement she 
had felt and almost taste his dick. She could sense the slight restlessness 
in the audience, the rustling of hose as the women crossed or uncrossed 
their legs. It was a good bet that most of them had tasted cock too. She 
wondered what most of them would give right then to be between the virile 
Indian's legs. She could feel her nipples tightening against her gown, the 
flush in her thighs spread slowly up into her groin. 

The Indian's cock stood out from his body in massive erection, lumped with 
thick veins and tipped by a wicked-looking glan the size of a small apple. 
The dusky skinned girl held it lovingly in her hand and began to expertly 
feather her breath as the platform rotated, then forgot all about her 
dissappointment as she watched the man's muscular buttocks bunch and relax. 
It was the first time she had ever been turned on by a man's ass. 

By the time the platform had gotten back around, the girl had her mouth over 
the knob of his cock, working her head back and forth as she slowly let more 
of the thick shaft between her thick, red lips. He put his hands on her head 
and pulled his big, saliva-wet cock out of her mouth. The girl stood and 
moved with him to the edge of the stage as the platform went down. The 
platform reappeared carrying a padded table with a funny-looking dwarf 
perched on top, as naked as the day he was born. The twisted little man 
leaped off. Eagerly taking the girl by the hand, he led her to the center of 
the stage and helped her onto the padded table. The little man's hands were 
all over the girl's body as he positioned her so that her head hung off the 
far end and her feet fit into the stirrups at the near end. She looked as 
though she were on a delivery table as her raised, spread thighs opened her 
vulva until Robin could see the glistening tissues of her cunt. The dwarf 
stuck his amazingly long tongue out for the crowd to see, and eagerly nudged 
it into her wide-open slit. The girl's back arched as the dwarf began to eat 
her, her hips grinding her ample cunt into his face with totally 
uninhibited, animal noises. Her head wagged from side to side as her mouth 
hung slack in orgasm. The dwarf's stiff little pecker looked almost comical 
as he worked the girl over with passionate relish, using his practiced hands 
on her labia and in the crack of her ass. 

Robin felt the dampness begin to spread in her crotch and crossed her damp 
thighs tighter. 

The dark girl's wildly writhing body was having its effect on the big Indian 
as well as the crowd. His bloated cock was jerking as he stepped to the 
table and took the girls face in his hands, moving her head into a straight 
line with her throat. 

The excited girl on the table was offering her open mouth to the giant cock 
as the dwarf, echoing her excitement, dug into her harder than ever. 

It was over in a few seconds, but Robin sat rigidly upright as she watched 
the girl swallow his cock. The smooth muscles of her throat seemed to 
distend for a few seconds, his big balls almost smothering her, then he 
pulled out, shooting long strings of cum over her. The thick sperm clung to 
her dark skin like pearls as she reached back for him and took his oozing 
glans to her mouth, sucking the last of his load into her throat. 

Applause rewarded the performers as the lift, still turning slowly, sunk 
beneath the stage. 

The next act was made up of two young, almost boyish-looking girls doing a 
Lesbian bit. There would be an intermission following the next act, which 
featured a mature, well-muscled and admirably hung man and a slim little boy 
who had a remarkably hungry, practiced asshole for one of fourteen. She was 
ready for the intermission. 

Robin followed some of the ladies into the powder room, admiring their taste 
and style. One of the women in particular had caught Robin's eye. She was 
very tall, almost regal in her poise and charm. Next to herself, Robin 
thought, she was the most exciting woman in the hacienda. 

A quick check of her briefs revealed that she had 

"sweat" more than she realized during the performance, but she took care of 
that little problem by folding a scented handkerchief into the crotch pad 
before pulling it back into place. The tall woman she had admired was 
talking with a group of ladies when Robin entered the area, but quickly 
excused herself in English and approached her. "How do you do?" she said, 
and offered her hand. Robin, liking the no-nonsense gesture and the woman, 
took the hand and introduced herself. 

"I am Senora DeFrancisco and could not help but notice the beauty you bring 
to the hacienda. I also noticed, I believe, that you are alone, and would be 
most happy if you would do me the honor of having a cocktail with me and my 
husband." 

Robin smiled her assent and the two stunning women walked side by side into 
the lobby. 

She had asked Robin to call her Carmine and, as they approached the lounge, 
they were joined by her husband, a tall man in his early fifties. He 
accepted Robin with as much warmth as had his wife, taking her hand to his 
lips with style. 

The attractive pair easily drew Robin into their chatter as they enjoyed 
their cocktails. The Don, it was revealed, owned and produced the show. 
Robin felt the sting of curiosity as she envisioned what their rooms 
upstairs must be like. 

"We are having a few friends stay for a private party after the 
performance," Carmine said. "We would be most pleased if you could stay." 
Carmine touched her fingers lightly to Robin's wrist as she spoke, her 
sparkling eyes charged with a promise of excitement. 

"I thought you'd never ask." Robin smiled at the couple and recognized 
genuine pleasure in their eyes. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Robin accompanied the DeFrancisco's to then-private seats. As though their 
entrance was a signal, the performance continued. 

The platform produced a youngish woman who must have weighed 
two-hundred-fifty pounds. Her tits and asscheeks shook like brown jelly as 
she turned, surprisingly agile, for the audience to feast their eyes on her. 
Spreading her huge, fleshy thighs and bending over, she held the mountainous 
cheeks apart to reveal a purse-like cunt that looked as though it could 
contain the cock of a jackass. 

Robin found herself holding her breath as the platform dropped, wondering 
how the act would be engineered. It ascended bearing the dwarf used in the 
earlier act, wearing a pair of large donkey ears and a tail. The crowd 
roared as the woman, kneeling on all fours, her huge jugs almost touching 
the stage, rotated her ass as the horny little dwarf lost his pecker in the 
mass of wet meat and hair, looking like a flea raping an elephant as he got 
it off somewhere in the folds of her cunt. 

The comedy act was followed by one for the animal lovers in the crowd. A 
well-trained German shepherd made it with his mistress. Robin began to feel 
herself getting steamed up again as the girl, on all fours and talking 
softly to the animal, got him mounted on her. Then, reaching back, she slid 
the furry sheath along the long, slimy dog cock and placed the pointed tip 
against her asshole. The animal licked its lips and whined eagerly as she 
braced her hands on the stage and gave him the command. The dog's claws made 
scratching sounds on the stage as he humped into the girl's ass, his front 
paws locked tightly around her hips. 

Robin could feel the excitement in the girls voice as she urged the animal 
as though he were a human lover. Her own excitement drenched her padded 
briefs as she watched the animal bring the girl to orgasm twice, his 
knife-like cock going full in her with, each animal thrust until his back 
stiffened, his cock shooting his dog cum into the girls ass. It was still 
running down her leg as she stood, the shepherd at her heels, patiently 
waiting for his next command. 

Robin glanced at Carmine who turned to smile at her. She leaned over to 
Robin. 'The best is saved for the last," she said breathlessly, her fine 
pointed breasts rising sharply with each intake of breath. 

The house lights dimmed and the music lowered to a whisper. The overhead 
lights went off, plunging the theater into pitch blackness for seconds that 
seemed like minutes, then came full on again. 

Robin gasped as she viewed two muscular men, one on either side of a child 
who appeared to be about fifteen. Her body strained as she tried to free 
herself from the tight grips that held her. Despite her tender age, the 
girl's body had decided to become a woman. Her small, budding breasts were 
ripening fast and her hips and buttocks almost ready for childbearing. The 
short, jet black pubic hair started just above her tender mons and squeezed 
tightly into a thin point as it curled between her smooth thighs. Leaning 
toward Carmine, Robin said, "She's a virgin isn't she?" 

"Yes," the woman replied, "but not for long." Robin's eyes lingered on the 
woman's face for a moment before returning to the stage. 

As the lights came back up, the little girl was strapped to a table. "Oh, 
God!" she exclaimed as she saw the big Indian standing beside the table, his 
massive erection more formidable than before. He took his cock in hand and 
shook it at the crowd. 

Robin felt Carmine's excited hand on her arm as she leaned over. "Have you 
ever seen such magnificent endowment? He's a pure exhibitionist, but 
beautiful." 

Robin felt angry at herself as she followed the man's movements as though 
hypnotized. The Indian was pure animal, and repulsive to her in every way, 
yet the savage virility of his muscular body, especially his over-developed 
cock and huge, swollen-looking scrotum, made her feel like a panting whore. 
She felt herself creaming copiously, her aroused clitoris swelling tightly 
against the slick lubrication of her labia. 

The big Indian, sensing the rising excitement of his audience, leaned 
against the table and laid his massive member across the breasts of the 
girl, massaging the mounds of brown flesh with his short, powerful fingers, 
pulling the small nipples rigid as the girl twisted against her bonds. As 
the stage revolved, Robin could see that she was anchored to the table at 
only four points, her wrists and her ankles. She was using every inch of 
slack as her face, a mask of horror, turned away from the Indian. Taking one 
of her breasts in his hand, he moved his deep red glans roughly against it, 
drawing gasps from the audience as he pinched her nipple and inserted it in 
the piss hole of his cock. 

Tiring of her breasts, he moved slowly down the girl's body as her head 
strained to watch him. She pleaded with him. He had her thighs pulled 
tightly together as he reached the end of the table. Robin jerked upright in 
her seat as he quickly slapped the girl's round bottom, the sound, meaty and 
solid. The girl cried out and jerked on the table, her thighs pulling apart. 
Too late, she realized her mistake as the man placed his hands on her knees 
and pulled her even wider. The muscles under the smooth brown skin of her 
inner thighs stood out, casting sexy shadows up toward her spread vulva as 
she strained to get her legs closed. Her struggles lasted only a few seconds 
and were futile, her muscles going slack as she tired. 

The Indian, wasting no time, ran his hands into her crotch, brutally pulling 
the hairy labia apart to reveal her tight, coral split. The girl arched her 
back and tried to close her thighs again as he roughly thrust his finger 
into her, screwing it around until it sank in to the knuckle. Robin gasped, 
almost feeling sick, as he removed the finger, red and dripping with the 
girl's proof of virginity. 

His cock glued itself to his belly, the big swollen ridge underneath as 
large as an average man's prick. Spitting into his hand, he smeared the 
saliva over the throbbing knob. Moving quickly between the girl's legs, he 
placed his knob as she arched her back and cried out in pure terror. Robin 
heard the rustle of silk and watched fascinated at the movement of Carmine's 
full thighs against one another, her eyes riveted to the stage. 

The man bunched his ass muscles and hooked his cock into the girl's tight 
cunt like a bull hooking at a matador. The girl didn't scream, she bawled, 
sending her pain through the theater like a bolt of lightning. Her cries 
continued as the Indian, lust driven, jerked his pelvis, driving his 
horsecock steadily into the tight heat of the girl's vagina. His thrusts 
were becoming longer and faster as he neared his goal. The girl's cries 
ceased, her head moving loosely like a ball on a spring. The crotch of the 
girl had turned pink and Robin could see the bright red on the thick shaft 
as it slid in and out of the torn pussy. All that could be seen of the 
girl's cunt as he jerked the potato sized balls against her, was a tight rim 
of black hair and a tighter rim of ruby lip stretched over a bulging shaft 
of muscle. 

Robin had been hearing the subtle sound of zippers being eased open in the 
dark for some minutes, and she could smell the odor of sex. She glanced at 
the Don, sitting next to her, his hand gently stroking his crotch, then at 
Carmine whose breath was coming hard. The lovely woman was gently rocking 
her thighs together, massaging her hot clit. 

The man on the stage roared like a bull, his big nutsack resting on the 
table against the girl's blood-spattered ass. His glans, jammed somewhere 
deep inside the girl, opened its mouth and spurted the contents of his 
throbbing nuts into her for a full ten seconds, then backed off, pulling out 
of the soggy mess he had made of the girl's cunt. He leaned against the 
table as the platform began to sink into the floor, his semi-hard cock 
ringed with the girl's dried blood. 

Robin turned to the woman beside her. "What will happen to her?" she asked. 

The flushed face of the woman was beginning to rearrange itself from the 
sensual fixation that had been on it earlier. "Oh, she will be fine. Our 
doctor will look her over. We will, of course, care for her. When she is 
ready, she will go home with a much fatter dowry than she would ever have 
accumulated otherwise, happy in time with the knowledge that she had the 
pleasure of such a man." 

Robin had her own thoughts about the woman's comments, but kept them to 
herself as she followed them into the aisle. Then Don took her arm and asked 
that she excuse him for a while as he bid good night to his guests. "Carmine 
will give you the tour." 

The excitement Robin had felt at the climax of the last act had dropped to a 
more manageable level, but as she walked into the lobby abreast of the 
stunning Carmine, she could feel the eyes of the men on her and responded 
more sensually than she would have a couple of weeks ago. She let her finely 
contoured breasts jut temptingly, and the slit in her sheath swing open to 
reveal the satin smoothness of her thigh as she walked. 

Carmine proudly guided her up the broad spiral staircase to the upper level 
overlooking the lobby. 

She would have been intimidated by the splendor of the room had she not been 
Robin. Instead, she admired and accepted it, turning her eyes to its 
occupants. Carmine noted this immediately and admired the lovely woman even 
more than she had decided to. 

Carmine stayed with her, sweeping the room graciously, introducing Robin to 
each guest. They were almost all paired off and all very handsome, though 
not all young. There were a few introduced singly, and they were all young. 
Carmine completed the introductions and left Robin with one of the young 
men, instructing him to take care of her and get her a drink. He filled her 
glass and smiled as she tasted. 

"I must caution you," he advised, his eyes twinkling, "it has more-how you 
say, kick than the tongue would lead you to believe." 

Robin raised her brows approvingly as the fruity liquid warmed her throat. 
"I've been kicked before," she said, looking full into his eyes, "by worse 
tasting things than this." She had to smile to take the seriousness off the 
boy's face. 

A few more people came into the room as Robin moved about, and were quickly 
greeted by Senora DeFrancisco. She took special note of these because she 
had sized up the rest of the people in the room, and though they were more 
than ordinarily attractive, she hadn't felt a bit of excitement at meeting 
any of them. She noticed Don DeFrancisco enter the room with a group of men. 
She couldn't help but admire the poise of the distinguished looking man as 
he escorted his guests to the bar. 

Then she saw him. Her hand trembled and she spilled punch on the carpet 
before she brought herself under control. 

She saw Carmine approaching as she followed the group of men with her stare. 
He was unmistakably American, and, though shorter than the other men, 
commanded the eye with his thick blondish shoulder-length hair and the 
broad-shouldered taper of his compact body. The other men, seemed to listen 
whenever the young man spoke, which didn't seem too often. Carmine was at 
her elbow to introduce her to the newcomers. 

"Who is the American?" Robin asked. 

"You noticed," Carmine said. 'That is James Hunter, a most interesting young 
man." Taking Robin by the arm, she said, "Come, let me introduce you." 

Despite herself, Robin got a schoolgirl feeling in the pit of her stomach as 
she confronted the level-eyed boy. 

He was smiling when she turned her gaze to him, so she did the most natural 
thing in the world and passed her empty glass to him. 

In spite of her first reaction to him, she found that he was the easiest 
person in the world to talk to. He moved her effortlessly, almost without 
her awareness, to a more secluded area of the large ballroom as the tempo of 
the party picked up considerably. She bathed in the warmth of his frankly 
admiring eyes, strangely docile as he undressed her visually. 

"You're the most sensual creature I've ever seen," he said. "For some 
ridiculous reason I don't like the idea of your being here. I don't know 
what you've been told, but in a couple of hours this's going to be the most 
low-down orgy you ever saw." 

For the first time since seeing the boy, Robin's personality asserted 
itself. "How do you know that's not what I came for? Don't get any ideas 
about my ability to take care of myself, I'm not the little virgin you saw 
in the performance tonight, Jim. To be perfectly honest, I expect to get as 
much as I give wherever I am." 

"Well put, Robin, but save a dance for me," Jim said and turned on his heel 
and rejoined the party. 

Many of the couples were already occupying one or the other of the many 
rooms along the arcade, Robin discovered, having keys of their own to their 
particular room. "Jesus," she said, "a super motel." 

"More than that, Senorita," her escort of the moment said. "The management 
also provides many pleasures for those who do not bring their own." 

"What sort of pleasures?" Robin asked. She tolerated the man's hand on her 
hip in order to hear him out. 

"Why, the performers, of course," he said. "You know, the animals." 

She moved her hip from under his hand, tossed him a short smile and moved 
away. Robin was beginning to wish she had been a little more civil with Jim 
Hunter as she shot frequent glances at him across the room. He was the most 
exciting male in the room, and she would like to-have gotten to know more 
about him. 

It was obvious to her that Carmine had found the same interest. The tall, 
sensual woman was making a point of spending more time at his elbow than was 
required of her as hostess. With the intuition that women seem to be born 
with, Robin could sense the physical attraction that the Don's exotic wife 
felt for the boy. The restlessness of her hips and the unconscious way she 
shrugged her shoulders to let her large breasts show themselves were dead 
giveaways. She wondered if the boy was aware of the woman's subtle 
invitation, and immediately cursed herself for even caring. 

The level of activity in the ballroom was increasing as the combination of 
time and liquor worked its magic. The lights had been lowered so deftly that 
she hadn't even been aware of it. The Don was running some video tapes in 
one of the rooms adjoining the ballroom. He had edged over to the door and 
looked in at the large screen in the smoke-filled room. It was replays of 
earlier performances, she could tell, and wondered if the Don had some 
commercial venture going along those lines. The room contained several 
women, one who was enjoying the attentions of two men as she sat on a large 
leather couch. She appeared to Robin to be a little in her cups, as were the 
men. She was oblivious to the screen as one of the men kissed her 
continuously, the other jammed tight against her, stroking her hip and 
exposed thigh. Robin wondered which of the men would get into her first and, 
feeling wonderfully high, turned and headed back to the punch bowl. 

As she crossed the room, Robin noticed Carmine becoming toward her and, 
altering her course, she strolled over. 

"Dear, Robin," the woman greeted her, "why are you walking about alone? 
Don't you know that any man here would give his favorite polo pony to be 
with you?" 

"I wouldn't want to be part of a horse trade," Robin said half seriously, 
"besides, I don't think the only really interesting man here has one." 

Carmine eyed her coolly, her face showing the challenge of competition and a 
great deal of amusement. "You are quite right, but if you aren't aware of 
it, he is acutely responsive to your charms." 

"Lets go where we can talk," Robin said. 

Carmine led her through a large door. They were in the master living 
quarters, spacious and even more sumptuously appointed than the rest of the 
hacienda. 

"Sit down," she commanded the distraught woman. Robin found the brandy and 
poured a stout glass. Carmine took it gratefully and, when she had downed 
it, Robin took the glass back and refilled it, pouring one for herself this 
time. 

She sat next to the exotic woman and waited. She knew that Carmine would 
talk when she was ready. She felt like the old Robin, having the transition 
from carefree, half-looped libertine to responsible, problem-solving Robin. 

"I'm sorry I've spoiled your evening," Carmine said, dabbing at her eyes 
with a small handkerchief. "I don't usually do this sort of thing. I suppose 
it was because of you-please, let me explain." She hesitated a moment, 
draining the brandy and organizing her thoughts before she continued. "You 
see, it's not often that one of your sensual beauty comes to the hacienda. I 
have long ago lost interest in the thing that keeps those such as you and I 
young beyond our youth. You understand, I know, that we need the competition 
in seeking the attentions of the males. The attention, for me must end 
before it has gone too far in spite of the surroundings I am in. 

"Isn't it ironic that one such as the Don, involved in making his fortune, 
should be so jealous? Oh, I love him, have loved him since I was a girl of 
fourteen when he came to my father and arranged for my hand at the age of 
twenty-three. It was his money that sent me to the school in Switzerland and 
then in your country. I have been faithful to him, beautiful and sensual for 
him and his friends, but faithful. And he has kept me happy. He-kept me 
happy," she corrected herself. Her color had returned to normal and the 
sparkle was back in her eye. 

"He was a most sensual and versatile lover, Robin. He kept me completely 
happy, indeed, made me a very sensual person as well. 

"But for almost two months, he has not been. very good. He has not been very 
interested, I think. 

Then a month ago he got the man you saw tonight on the stage." 

"The Indian, you mean?" Robin said. 

"Yes, the Indian with the body of a God and the soul of a beast. I have sat 
and watched him deflower virgins three nights a week since then, and each 
time it's me." She rose gracefully in spite of the brandy she had taken and 
walked to the bar, her wide, womanly hips moving more naturally than Robin 
had noticed before. She felt a strange excitement gripping her as the woman 
bared her soul. 

"In spite of the turmoil in my body," Carmine confessed, "I have been able 
to put it aside, distract it, but tonight I wanted to be in the girl's place 
so badly I-I had the orgasm." In spite of her breeding and sophistication, 
the woman's color rose in her cheeks. Warm tears were starting to dribble 
down her smooth cheeks again. 

"Robin," she pleaded pitifully, "what am I going to do?" 

Compassion welled up in Robin, all thoughts she had begun to have, partly 
out of bitchiness, were forgotten. "Have you considered just having an 
affair?" she asked. 

"Of course," Carmine sputtered, "but it is impossible. And, even if it were 
possible, I think I must have the Indian. I haven't told this to many, 
Robin, but I am mostly Indian myself. Perhaps there is some unwritten bond. 
More likely," she added, "a masochistic fantasy whose time has come." 

Robin stared at her and tried to envision her in the arms of the heavy-hung 
savage. Jesus, she realized, it could happen. Perhaps it was the thing she 
needed just now to get her head on straight, or leave the Don, or something. 
It's certain, Robin thought, she can't go on like this. A plan began to form 
in her mind, laying itself out almost effortlessly. Opening her small purse, 
she quickly looked inside. There on top was the small brown envelope that 
Pepe had given her. 

She walked over to Carmine, filled their glasses again and lifted hers to 
Carmine, who looked at her questioningly. "I'm glad you talked with me, 
Carmine," she said softly. "I may never be welcome in this house again, but 
I'm going to help cure you or ruin you." The excitement she saw in the 
woman's eyes was catching. 

Robin got the program from Carmine quickly and it all began to fall into 
place. At midnight, the orgy, for those who wished to participate, would 
begin. The lights would be turned off, candles lit, a toast drunk, and the 
fun would begin in earnest. A glance at the clock on the wall told Robin she 
had fifteen minutes to work her plan. 

The women reentered the ballroom. The activity, in preparation for the main 
event, had picked up to fever pitch. Robin left Carmine and searched for Jim 
Hunter. All personal feelings were forgotten as she let her eyes dart around 
the room. She needed him for her plan and had no doubts that he would help 
her. Her heart leaped as she saw him. 

"Do you know what happens in-?" 

Robin cut him off quickly, taking the surprised boy by the arm and hustling 
him to the back of the room where the guests were less likely to overhear 
her. "Just listen a minute, please," she said, her heart in her throat as 
she spoke quickly and anxiously. When she had finished, her eyes almost 
begging his assistance, she saw his face change expression from astonishment 
to excitement. 

"You are incredible," he said. "And I was worried about you." 

"The Don looked different to Robin as he rang a little silver bell to get 
the crowd's attention. "The waiters are among you now with masks," he began. 
"Use them if you like." 

Robin listened, her thoughts on Jim, lounging near the punch bowl. She 
hadn't seen him empty the envelope into the bowl, but assumed he had from 
the way he was stirring the mixture, trying to scoop a piece of the fruit 
into his glass. 

The waiters were loading trays with glasses for the toast. Jim worked his 
way to her side as the Don raised his glass, the signal for the toast. 
Carmine was standing next to the Don and Robin hoped she remembered to get 
rid of the punch the same as Jim and she would do. The glasses raised and, 
as she dumped hers, she saw Carmine turn her glass up and drink. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Robin had a moment of misgiving as she remembered what Pepe had told her 
about the dosage of the Spanish Fly. The bowl had just been refilled in 
preparation for the toast. She hoped Jim had stirred it well. She had no 
idea how long the effect would take to be felt. That Carmine had taken some 
made that seem terribly important. She could blow the whole thing. 

The Don, Carmine had told her, did not join in the orgy, but usually got his 
kicks by cruising around and, until lately, getting horny enough to join 
Carmen in the boudoir. She wondered what he would do tonight. 

The lights dropped low. The large room took on a warm, intimate glow in the 
soft light. She turned to glance at Jim who looked like the Lone Ranger, 
smiling beneath his mask. Robin pulled a sequined mask over her eyes, 
feeling her long lashes tickle as they brushed it. 

As she slipped the mask on, she felt herself being hugged by Jim. His mouth 
was next to her ear as he whispered. "We've got to make this look good." She 
felt his hand go firmly to the small of her back, creating a small puddle of 
warmth there as he leaned down and kissed her. His mouth was warm and sweet, 
smelling of the fruity punch, as he rubbed his lips against hers until she 
opened them slightly for the tip of his tongue. She felt the excitement of 
the boy in her toes as he moved her against him until she could feel his 
rock hard thighs firmly against hers. She could feel herself going with him 
as he kissed her more passionately. "Hey!" she said, breathlessly, pulling 
her mouth away desperately. "We-we've got to stay cool." Her nipples felt 
like doorknobs as they rested against the ridged muscle of Jim's chest. 

Looking over his shoulder, she could see that most of the guests were either 
nude or getting that way fast. She made out the woman she had seen with the 
two men in the video room earlier. The woman was barely ambulatory now, her 
arms like those of a rag doll as her two companions, in slightly better 
condition, had her all but stripped. Her big, brown-tipped tits juggled like 
jelly as they worked at her panties. 

"Us too," Jim said softly, and she felt his hand on the clasp at the back of 
her tight gown. It felt unreal to Robin. She felt, as the boy undressed her, 
that it was the first time, yet all about them clothing was hitting the 
floor like rain. Robin held her arms at her sides as Jim practically had to 
peel the tight velvet from her warm breasts. His breath caught in his throat 
when he saw them, his hands reverently toughing them before sliding the gown 
over her hips. His hands were driving her wild, and she clasped his wrists 
gently. "I'll take it from here," she whispered huskily. 

Jim undressed casually, his tanned skin as muscle packed as the tailored tux 
had hinted, only infinitely more interesting. He discarded his shorts and 
Robin found herself staring at the second largest cock she had ever seen. 
Slightly smaller than the Indian's, the difference was far greater. This was 
the organ of a man. The other, an animal. The other one excited her, this 
one compelled her. She felt her knees go weak as he moved against her and 
knew she would let him have her then if he wished. 

His head bent to her, just as a woman screamed. 

Robin jerked back as Jim went rigid. All hell broke loose at once. There was 
a loud crash from the bar, a ring of nude bodies there, and the woman's 
scream again. Edging toward the bar, peering over heads, Robin and Jim 
stopped short. Most of the guests were only momentarily distracted by the 
outburst, already submitting to their own lust, as the woman on all fours 
cried out in wild, hysterical passion. She seemed oblivious to the glass 
from the punchbowl or the slippery slices of fruit that lay about her as the 
Don, as nude as she was, steered her wide ass back and forth on his tool. 
Fucking her up the ass with no mercy and no indication of slacking off, 
there was no doubt that the stuff in the punchbowl was working. 

Grabbing his shirt in which he had carefully placed Robin's gown and his 
trousers, Jim took her hand and left at a run. Robin went to the bedroom 
door, looked in and turned excitedly to Jim. "She's not here." 

Quickly Jim tried two more doors, finding them empty as well. One of the 
rooms had a narrow stairway down, fire exit. They bolted for it at the same 
time, Jim letting Robin take the stairway first. 

The plan had been to start the action in the ballroom, get the Indian up the 
stairway they were now going down, and into the room. There, Carmine and the 
big Indian would be alone while Jim and Robin held forth in the anteroom, a 
cover for Carmine in the event the Don came charging in. God knows what 
she's done with all that brandy and the punch, Robin thought. 

"Third on the right," Jim said. Most of the rooms here were empty, according 
to Carmine. Only a handful of the performers were kept long enough to be 
quartered. 

The door gave to Robin's pressure and they shut themselves in a small, dark 
room. Moans were coming from the next room and through the adjoining door. 
The heavy creaking of a bed along with the passionate whimpering drew a 
quick glance from each other. 

"Carmine?" Robin called softly. 

No answer. Just the fucking sounds. 

"Carmine!" louder this time. "It's Robin." 

Still just the sounds as the pair listened. The sounds rising, the bed 
squeaking faster. A woman in deep orgasm. 

Almost reluctantly, they moved to the source of sound and pale candlelight. 

Robin froze, feeling Jim mutter under his breath. "GOOD GOD!" 

Senora DeFrancisco, her full body more lovely than Robin had imagined, was 
firmly astride the Indian. The arch of her back as the orgasm subsided, 
reversed itself quickly as she bowed back over his massive chest, her 
hard-nippled breasts dragging against the dark oiled skin. The panting and 
moaning resumed as her long silken thighs clamped against his sides, her 
deep-cheeked ass moving as she rammed her straining, red-lipped cunt down 
over the full length of the Indian's cunt-wet cock. She felt Jim's arm go 
protectively around her and closed her eyes. 

The Indian's head lay back at a grotesque angle, off the small bed. The 
wicked-looking butcher knife that had almost severed his head still in 
Carmine's demented hand. 

Robin fainted as Jim scooped her up into his arms. He found a door off the 
deserted lower corridor and, kicking it open, stepped out. 

She remembered very little of the flight down the hill. A brief flash of 
being helped into her gown, then standing barefoot in the cool morning light 
as dawn broke. She must have been in shock, she realized as she sat up and 
looked around her. 

The light coming through the window sent nausea through her. She closed her 
eyes tightly and turned to the wall, opening them slowly and carefully. The 
adobe was washed clean, glaring white and spider webbed with gray where it 
had begun to flake. The blanket that covered her was rough and secure 
feeling as she turned back to view the rest of the room. The light was 
coming through the window at a low angle. It must be late afternoon, she 
thought. The floor was adobe like everything else, clean swept and 
unpainted. 

Robin recalled another room, and the flowing red blood from the gash in the 
man's throat. 

She screamed! 

She was still screaming when Jim, shaking her violently, opened his hand and 
cuffed her across the mouth. Her head snapped back, the taste of dust in her 
mouth, her eyes smothered in thick, fuzzy things. Then opening to see the 
boy. His arms tightly around her as he sat on the bed holding her and 
letting her emotions run out. 

The whole horrible thing had surfaced in Robin's mind in those few seconds. 
Jim's warm, consoling hand on her back calmed her, reassuring her that this 
was tomorrow. 

She hugged him with all her strength, feeling the bare flesh of her full 
breasts hard against him. 

"It's all right, baby, everything's all right," he consoled her. "I'll tell 
you all that happened when you feel a little more up to it. You okay now?" 
His heart went out to her as the spunky girl tossed the short blonde hair 
out of her eyes. The drying teardrops glistening on her smooth cheeks looked 
like raindrops. Her lovely eyes, beginning to focus and turn warmly soft, 
told him as much as the nod of her head. Jim brushed his lips against the 
warmth of her mouth and felt her arms tighten around his neck, the pressure 
of her hard nipples making his head spin. 

She clutched at him as he broke the kiss, her eyes questioning, needing him. 
He tossed her an old robe. "It ain't much, but it's me," he said. "You put 
this on and come into my den. I'll fix you something that'll put hair on 
your chest." His eyes lingered on that part of her bare anatomy that needed 
hair about as much as the bearings in a fine watch. 

The robe, almost dragging the floor and wrapped around her twice, gave Robin 
the appearance of a monk as she paddled into the room where Jim was. The 
beat-up old shirt he was wearing pasted itself to his muscular torso as he 
moved, emphasizing the fine spread of shoulders and small waist. He was 
almost hipless, his tight jeans held up by his muscular thighs and sensual 
buttocks. Funny how she was starting to get turned on by such things. 

Her brow wrinkled as the thought of the other pair of buttocks that had made 
her conscious of them-the Indians. 

She had responded to the Indian's animal magnetism much the same as Carmine 
had during the performance, her vital young womanhood challenged and stirred 
deeply by the raw phallic symbolism and bathing in the rich glow of fantasy 
as he performed his savage rite on the young virgin. The difference between 
Robin and Carmine was in knowing where fantasy left off, in using it 
properly and staying in control of it. 

"Tell me what happened, Jim," she asked softly. 

He went to a table and picked up a newspaper and held it for her to see. 
Robin couldn't read the headlines but the page was half covered with a 
picture of the Hacienda. Below were smaller pictures of the Don and his wife 
taken at a recent social gathering. The Hacienda was distorted by thick 
black smoke pouring from every window as fire-fighting equipment covered the 
driveway. 

She looked, shocked, into Jim's eyes. He pulled a small stool over with his 
toe and sat in front of her, his knee brushing hers, and told her the story. 

It was almost correct as the paper described it. Of course, no mention was 
made of the nature of the goings on in the showplace. Too many powerful 
political people were involved for that. It was just another social 
gathering and a fire started in the servant's quarters. All of the guests 
fortunately escaped, but the Don's body was found, his hands seared to what 
was left of his once beautiful wife. One of the servants, an Indian 
handyman, was found burned to death in his bed along with his wife. 

"And that's that," Jim concluded. "That's the end of it." 

Robin let her eyes play around the room. She rose and went to the wall lined 
with the books. Heavy stuff, mostly physics, but sprinkled with all sorts of 
interesting things that would appeal to a man. 

"You are quite well read," she said. "Who are you, Jim Hunter?" 

"I'm the millionaire son of that noted tycoon, H. G. Paul," he said. 

"No, damn it." Robin stomped her bare foot on the tile floor, wishing she 
had chosen some other way to express her frustration. "Tell me!" She limped 
over to him and looked up at him. "How am I ever going to know you if you 
don't tell me?" 

Jim felt the strong stirring in his loins. "Does it matter?" he asked. His 
eyes probed hers as they turned smoky and warm. 

"Not in the way you might think," she said, "because I've already made up my 
mind. Because I have, I want to know more." 

"You talk too much," he said as his lips brushed hers. 

"Ummmm," she moaned, coming warmly and softly against him. Her mouth nibbled 
at his Up. "You can tell me later." 

His lips started little fires that seemed to burn at a low level in her 
body. His tongue tasted rich and exciting in her mouth as she caressed it 
with her own. Her back arched as he pressed his mouth hungrily against her, 
her arms firmly locked around his neck. The loose robe opened to his gently 
hands and Robin felt the roughness of his clothing against her hot, silken 
skin as his hands ran gently over the quivering mounds of her straining 
buttocks. The fire, raging out of control, shot up the front to her thighs 
where they pressed against him, funneling into her damp vagina. She nudged 
her belly tight against him, moving her thighs sweetly apart to plant her 
soft, wet heat against the huge hard bulge of his cock only to find more 
heat there. 

"Oh, God!" she sighed into his mouth as his hands turned her ass to loving 
submission, working the firm cheeks apart to fondle and tease the length of 
her deep, warm cleft. The soft pad of his finger of the tight button of her 
anus sent streaks of crimson fire into her bowels as she went up on her 
toes, moaning wildly and making him feel her hot wetness through the 
material of his jeans. 

The hand on her ass shifted and Robin felt herself being lifted into Jim's 
arms. She relaxed as he scooped her soft, yielding body against his broad 
chest, placing her on the bed. 

The course blanket under her amplified the heat of her skin as she felt his 
weight on the bed. She reached for him, her eyes feasting on the smooth, 
clean-lined perfection of his young body, the long ivory, ruby-tipped cock. 
She wanted, needed his body over her and pulled him down on her. Her 
quivering thighs, open and touching the hard hips as his tongue slipped 
deeply and excitingly into her wide open moving mouth. Lost in her need to 
have his cock inside her, she moved under him, running her hands between 
them. She felt him relax a moment, moving his weight off her belly as she 
found his massive, enflamed cock. Spreading her sticky split, she stared 
down her belly excitedly as the big ruby jewel slipped tightly into her 
steaming gash. The heat of his dick in her cunt traveled up her spine like 
an electric shock. 

"Oh, fuck me!" she demanded and, grabbing him around the back, raised her 
ass from the bed to take his full thrust. The flood of heat and pain as his 
rock-like dick crashed into her snatch exploded behind her eyeballs. "Oh, 
cum!" she begged, feeling his wonderful body on her and in her at the same 
time. She smiled beautifully, feeling his violent thrusts, the intense 
ballooning turning her insides to jelly then, in a flash of crimson, the hot 
pressure of his cum paling all other sensation into insignificance. 

Robin lay beneath him, stroking his blond hair as the sunlight cast it's 
last long rays across the floor of the hut. She had kept his dick in her 
when he had finished draining his long load into her, not wanting to spill a 
drop. She had moved her beautiful thighs together under him, holding his 
long but flaccid cock to soak in the hot wetness. She had never felt 
anything like it and knew it was the thing called love. She had never felt 
so fulfilled, and yet so eager for his touch. The slightest movement, the 
beat of his heart, the deep rise and fall of his chest as he breathed 
against her breast, shot through her, keeping the sensual fires at alert. 

He moved his head, pulling his lips tantalizingly along her cheek to the 
corner of her lush mouth. She relaxed and let the tip of his tongue tease 
there a moment before she opened her lips and sucked it in. She could feel 
his strong body shudder on her and begin to move. Moving her fingertips down 
his broad back to the compact muscles of his buttocks, she let her full, 
damp thighs open, feeling his prick start to swell against the walls of her 
vagina. 

The most beautiful feeling of nourishing his budding flower took hold of 
Robin. It seemed the most important thing in the world to cunt-milk the 
lovely prick to it's full potential. She rocked her lovely softness with 
him, sensitive to his every need. Squeezing the muscles of her pussy gently 
against the stiffening thickness of his shaft, feeling the hard, broad ridge 
of his glans as she opened to it. Her job done as he moved on her, thrusting 
his muscular thighs between hers. 

"Oh, yes," she said into his ear. It can be beautiful when it's right, she 
thought. She kept her eyes open as she moved with him, letting him fuck her 
into tomorrow, and tomorrow, and-- 


THE END
