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Robin

By: unit555



You must be of legal age to read this. Remember, always practice safe sex.

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April was throwing a party. She had finished grad school and was throwing a party for all her friends who had put up with her crazy schedule and temporary insanity through the years. Dave had actually met April while they were in school and they had rapidly become friends. Dave had hoped there would be more but he quickly realized they would never be lovers and had eventually looked on her as a little sister. Naturally, April wanted Dave to be at the party.

Dave didn't know any of April's home town friends but did not want to disappoint her by turning down her invitation. He arrived at April's condo about 30 minutes early. He was hoping to make an appearance and slip away before too many people arrived. He was not a fan of crowded parties. April opened the door and jumped in Dave's arms.

"I'm so glad you came. Get in here and hang out. Robin and I are still getting things ready." April often talked about Robin while at school but Dave had never met her childhood friend. In fact, the only picture he had seen was one of them at summer camp. They could not have been more than 12 years old.

Dave followed her to the kitchen and she introduced him to her friend Robin. "Dave, this is my best friend Robin, Robin this is Dave." Dave nearly went bug-eyed when he saw the girl he heard so much about. The first thing he saw when he came around the corner was the most incredible ass he had ever seen attached to a woman. Wrapped in tight khaki shorts there was nothing left to the imagination. It was perfect. Dave rapidly scanned down her legs to take in the tight thighs and calves. When she turned around from the counter he was just as impressed with the front. Medium sized breasts held in a tight purple top. Light brown hair framing a cute round face and a flat hard belly completed the picture.

She extended her hand "Nice to meet you. April has told me so much about you." She held onto his hand just a bit longer than necessary as her eyes quickly scanned his body. Dave was not an amazing specimen but he took care of himself. He had a good enough body to get women to go out and a charming personality to get them in bed.

"Robin came over to help me get the food ready."

Dave pulled his eyes away from Robin's body. "Since I'm here, why don't you let me help?"

"OK, why don't you help Robin finish chopping veggies for the salsa. How about a drink? Robin and I started awhile ago so you better get an order in while I'm still sober enough to make the blender work."

Dave moved up to the counter next to Robin and picked up a knife to help slice an onion. "Well, since your still in business, how about a margarita?" 

"Coming right up."

The three continued to work and drink as people started to arrive. Robin was easy to talk to and Dave poured the charm on as thickly as he could. People started to arrive and Robin excused herself to go to the bathroom. April walked over to Dave and spoke softly.

"Easy on Robin. She is married and has a kid so leave her alone"

"No way. That is not the ass of a woman who has had a baby. Besides, I haven't done anything"

"Don't give me that. I've seen you work the ladies before and you've got Robin in your sights. Her husband will be here tonight and we don't want trouble. Don't be a home wrecker at my party. Please?" April gave him a pleading look.

"Alright. I'll be good." April smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks. I knew I could count on you."

However, Robin seemed to have other ideas. The evening continued and more people arrived. Dave often found Robin next to him engaging him in conversation. Twice during the evening she brushed up against him hard enough for Dave to feel the hard cheeks of her ass. Once, he thought he felt her brush his cock with the back of her hand.

Later in the evening, most people had had more than enough to drink and the party was in full swing. Dave saw Robin quietly arguing with a man across the room and then saw him leave with an angry expression on his face. The husband? After he left Robin smoothed back her hair and scanned the room. She made eye contact with Dave and made her way through the crowd to his side. She grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to the spare bedroom. She pulled him in and locked the door behind them. Robin pushed him against the wall and pressed her lips to his. Dave circled her small body with his arms and pulled her close when he felt her tongue push between his lips. His hands slid down her back to cup the globes of her ass.

As far as Dave was concerned, his promise to April was over. This beautiful girl was throwing herself at him and he was not about to tell her no. As the sounds of the party continued, Dave walked her back toward a couch. They fell onto the couch and continued to make out. No words were spoken. Their lips were locked and their tongues continued to spar. Dave slid his hands beneath the bottom of her shirt and caressed her back. No bra strap. His cock swirled lazily in his pants as he continued to explore her body. He circled around to her front. He slid up until his hands were filled with two firm breasts. A perfect hand-full without a hint of sag. Robin moaned into his mouth when he passed his thumbs across her nipples and gently squeezed.

Dave rolled her onto her side and slid his top hand back down to squeeze her rock hard ass. She had the amazing body of an athlete. There wasn't an ounce of extra fat on her frame. He placed his hand between her thighs and started to feel his way through the leg hole of her shorts. He barely touched the lips of her pussy when she pushed his hand away.

She looked in his eyes and said "No. We can't do that."

"Why not? Did I do something wrong?"

"No. Its not you. It's just...I'm married...we shouldn't. It wouldn't be right."

Dave failed to see the problem considering how far they had come but didn't want to argue. If he pushed she would walk out the door. He took his hand away from her thighs and pressed his lips to hers again. After a few seconds, she kissed him back and pressed her body against his. He pushed the front of her shirt up and gently squeezed her breasts with his big hand. He kissed his way down her neck and nibbled her collar bone. In one motion he slipped the shirt over her head and latched onto her right nipple with his lips.

"Oh God. No, we shouldn't do this." But she pushed her nipple further into his mouth and held the back of his head with her hands. "That feels so good but, it can't go any further than this."

Dave continued to worry her nipple with gentle bites and licks. He moved to the other nipple and she continued to squirm in his arms. He licked down onto her abdomen and dipped his tongue into her delicate navel. He gently took the sides of her hips in his hands and placed his face on her crotch, still clothed in the khaki shorts.

"Oh, stop. We can't do that." She half-heartedly grabbed his head as her hips continued to gyrate. Dave grabbed the button of her shorts with his teeth and pulled. The shorts parted and the zipper started to descend. He saw a tiny pair of black panties. Dave knew the way they hugged her skin meant her pussy lips were clean shaven. His cock became hard as a steel bar.

Not wanting to attract attention from the others at the party, she spoke in a whisper. "Stop. I can't fuck you."

"Please, I want to eat your pussy. It doesn't have to go farther than that."

"I don't know. It's not right but it's been so long since my husband..." her voice trailed off. Her body spoke for her she lifted her hips and Dave pulled her shorts and panties down her perfect legs. Dave positioned her ass on the edge of the couch and touched her delicate folds with the tip of his tongue. Robin inhaled sharply and put her legs over Dave's shoulders and crossed her ankles.

"Oh, God. I forgot how wonderful this is" she hissed.

Dave pushed the flat of his tongue between her pussy lips and licked up her crevice. She was as wet as any woman he had been with. Robin quietly moaned and squealed as Dave continued to work her pussy with his tongue. His moved up until he found her small swollen clit sticking out. Robin's moaning intensified. He slipped two fingers from his right hand into her pussy and turned his fingers to rub her G-spot.

"Oh, oh, I can't believe this is happening. This is sooo gooood."

Dave was way beyond the point of no return. He glanced up and saw her eyes shut tightly as she enjoyed the attention. Kneeling between her legs, he took his free hand and loosened the button on his jeans and worked them down while his mouth stayed on her pussy. He fished his cock out of his briefs. It was so hard he could have driven nails with it.

Robin's ass continued to move on the edge of the couch. She was very near her orgasm. Dave put his right hand on her clit and continued to work the little organ. He kissed his way up her abdomen and sucked on her breasts. In this position, his cock was at the entrance of her pussy. However, all Robin was aware of was the incredible feelings coming from her clit and breasts. With his free hand her placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy and waited. The moisture on the tip of his tool drove him mad with desire. As Robin's orgasm began, Dave slipped the head of his cock between her wet pussy lips and pushed. Robins eyes flew open wide but it was too late. Dave's fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge. She came.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh God...ahhhh."

The way her pussy clamped down on his cock was more than Dave could take. With two thrusts he was in to the hilt and shooting like a fire hose. Dave moaned and filled Robins pussy with come. Her rhythmic contractions worked his tool again and again. Robin wrapped her arms and legs around Dave as his cock continued to expand and contract in the midst of her after-come. She could feel the overflow of cum run down between her cheeks onto the cushions of the couch.

As they lay on the couch breathing heavily Robin whispered in Dave's ear. "You are one sneaky fuck."

"Are you disappointed?"

"Not really. With the way you made me feel I would have fucked you. I'm a big girl, I knew what was going to happen when I brought you back here. However, it did not last nearly long enough. You are just going to have to fuck me again." She smiled.

"That sounds great but it may be awhile before I am ready to have another go."

"I think I can help with that" They switched positions and Robin knelt between Dave's legs after he removed his clothes. She took his limp, wet cock in her little hand and gently moved up and down.

Dave sighed. "That's a nice start."

"Oh, it gets better." Robin took his spent cock in her mouth and pressed her lips all the way to his pubic hair. She massaged his cock with her tongue and his balls with her hands until she felt his tool begin to grow. Dave thought she would pull away as he became hard but she kept his cock entirely in her mouth. The soft sucking made him continue to grow. As his cock hardened it began to move into the back of Robin's mouth and extend down her throat. He had never experienced a deep throat this way. He groaned as the muscles of her throat massaged his meat. The eroticism of Robin's incredible blowjob was already starting to have an effect. Dave could feel stirrings deep in his balls.

Robin stood and knelt over Dave's cock. With one hand she parted her bare pussy lips and with the other she guided his tool to her love hole. Robin took Dave's entire cock in one motion and leaned into his chest. In this position, she began to grind her clit against his pubic bone and the base of his prick. Her smooth shaven lips felt amazing against his cock. They both moaned in shared ecstasy. After a while Dave moved his hand between them and worried her clit with his fingers.

Robin whispered in his ear. "I want to be on bottom. Give me a good pounding fuck and I'll come all over you."

She got off his lap and leaned back on the couch. She spread her legs apart and held open her bare, wet, glistening lips as she watched him position himself between her. He ran his hands up and down her inner thighs as he ravaged her naked body with his eyes. Dave slid into her and immediately found an easy rhythm. Soon, Robin's breathing increased and she began to moan.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum."

Dave increased the frequency of his thrusts. He alternated between short stabbing motions and long full thrusts.

"Yes, keep going, oh I'm cumming...yeah..."

Robin heard the door open and looked over Dave's shoulder. She saw April framed in the doorway. Apparently the party had ended while they had been together and April heard the sounds from the other room. April took in the scene just in time to see Dave's ass tighten as he groaned and put another load of cum deep in April's pussy.

"Dave, Robin, how could you" she shouted.

They did not even have the energy to get up and act embarrassed. The aftermath of the shared orgasm took their strength. April stood there looking at the two attractive, naked people on her couch. She should see the sticky white cum seep out of Robin's pussy as Dave's cock began to soften. She was speechless. Here were her two best friends in each other's arms.

What happens next? Email me and let me know.

Robin



I want to tell you about Robin, who has been the star of my sexual fantasies.

I met Robin in 1970 as we sat in my doctor's waiting room. She is a small woman...about 5"2" and slightly built and an attractive face. We have been waiting for some time as the doctor has been called out on an emergency.

We chatted for a while and then exchanged telephone numbers as we discovered we lived only one block apart.

I was surprised to get a call from her asking if I would come around as she had a problem she thought I could help with. It was a pretty mundane problem and I fixed it for her. We talked some more and I said I was going to play a round of golf and she asked if she could accompany me. I agreed and we went off to the golf course and there we started to play. After a couple of holes she asked me what I thought she was doing wrong and asked me to guide her hands through the correct swing...of course I agreed and she kind of backed up to me and I held her wrists from behind and went through the swing motions, although I must confess my mind had wandered elsewhere.

On our way to take her home she startled me by saying quite vehemently, "Oh God, I really need a man!" Little ole babe-in-the-woods me said, "Why?" and she described how she was really turned on by a man running his tongue around her nipples. You can bet that I took particular notice of this!

When we got to her place and entered the door she turned to me and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. I responded and then we were on the couch and I was toying with the buttons of her blouse. As I undressed her she whispered, "There's not much there" and I replied, "I can tell you're not a boy and that's enough!" She smiled and said, "Do you always know exactly the right thing to say?" 

She led me into the bedroom and we undressed. She really was quite beautiful, with small but well shaped breasts, a smooth belly and shapely legs. She had a pronounced mound with just a small forest of hair and her pussy kind of shyly hid below the mound.

I lay beside her and we kissed again and I then started running my tongue around her nipple. She started to move under me and breath heavily and my free hand found her pussy and I started to run my finger through her lower lips. I lifted my head to work on the other breast and she nearly had a fit, as she thought I was not going to continue with her nipples, but rejoined the action when my lips clamped around her other breast. 

She ran her hand down to my member and started to massage it and I felt her vagina open and moist. She then said, "Now!" and moved under me so that my cock was poised at her entrance. As I entered her she gave a long shudder and we joined in the rhythm. I felt her orgasm come quite quickly and that brought me to the boil also. Her pussy was quite small and tight, and as we subsided I was thrilled by sudden muscle spasms she had around my cock.

That was the start of a short affair then and some years later we picked up the thread and this time the affair lasted for 2 years.



Robin



*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.



The chairperson was finishing up the announcements and then introducing her and the knot in her stomach tightened even tighter. She silently prayed to God to help her, to speak through her.

"If I can help at least one person here tonight," she prayed. "Then it will be worth it, God. Please let me help someone else."

She realized, with a smile, that the simple little prayer was so vastly different from how she had lived her previous life, her life before Alcoholics Anonymous. 

The chairperson called out her name and started the spattering of applause and Robin walked to the podium and hugged the chairperson, then faced the small gathering. There were only about forty people in the small, smoke filled meeting room, but it might as well have been four thousand, the way she was feeling. She pulled her long strawberry blonde hair back and took a deep breath.

"My name is Robin, and I am an alcoholic," she said.

"Hi, Robin," the group replied.

"And I'm nervous," she said and there was appreciative laughter from the group.

"I've never done this before," she went on. "Gee, I'll bet that's the first time some of you men have ever heard a girl say THAT."

Loud laughter greeted her and she smiled and took a sip of her coffee.

Xxxx

"I've never done this before," Robin admitted as the guy used a safety razor blade to cut up and form a line of the cocaine on the small mirror.

"Nothing to it," he smiled and demonstrated, quickly snorting the line up.

He cut another line and offered the mirror to her. She put a finger against one nostril and brought the mirror to her other nostril. She smiled and laughed aloud as the lights in the room intensified and her whole body tingled.

She came to, riding on one cock while another cock thrust in and out of her mouth. She tried to peer out the corner of her eyes and felt absolutely sickened; there were five other guys in the room, waiting their turn. The slopping sound her pussy was making as she bounced up and down told her that there had been many others in her pussy, and the taste in her mouth told her that this cock wasn't the first she'd sucked on that night.

She did another line of the magic powder and the shame and disgust left her.

"No!" she cried out when she came to and felt a cock battering at her anus.

She wanted to throw up when they finished with her, but another line of the wonder drug and she forgot about her revulsion; she couldn't wait to get some more of the stuff.

Xxxx

"My mom and dad didn't plan having me, or getting married to each other, but as my dad tells me all the time, I may have been an accident, but I was no mistake," Robin said. "They got divorced because my mom had a problem keeping her legs together. Back then; there was no such thing as divorce so I learned how to use that to manipulate my mom and dad for whatever I wanted. But you know, no matter what they gave me, no matter what I got, it wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough."

She cleared her throat; the smoke in the room was pretty thick, choking.

"When they got a divorce, my mom fought for full custody of me. She didn't really want full custody; it was just a way to get more child support out of my dad," Robin said. "My dad didn't fall for it, told her he could have full custody. He says he knew it was just her trying to get more of his money. But that's not what I heard; what I heard was 'you're not wanted.' My dad tells me all the time I'm the second most beautiful woman in his life. That's what he says when my step-mom's in the room. When she's not in the room, he tells me I'm the most beautiful woman in his life. Typical lawyer."

She smiled, as there was laughter in the room.

"The truth is, my step-mom is the most beautiful woman in his life, and the most beautiful woman in my life. She loves me so unconditionally, so completely, that she lets me take my two sisters and brother out to eat, lets me baby-sit for them when they go out to eat, lets me be a part of their lives. They call me 'Sissy.' Me. A drunk and a junkie, and a whore," Robin said and turned her head; she could feel the beginnings of tears.

She took a moment to compose herself, and then continued.

"I took my first drink at age eighteen, a real nice guy bought me a Dixie longneck," Robin said. "And when that nasty tasting stuff went down my throat and hit bottom, man oh man! I thought 'I have found the answer! This! This am what I've been looking for'! Anyone else feel like that?"

xxxx

She knew that her boyfriend, Paul Dumella, did not approve of drinking; his mother was an alcoholic. She also knew that Chad Fontenot had a crush on her. So when she saw Chad at the bowling alley, she turned on the sex appeal and Chad bought her a beer. 

And she felt the warmth radiate through her, and the happiness and sense of well-being and comfort. Before Paul yanked her out of the bowling alley, she'd drink another beer. 

She broke up with Paul and went after Chad. 

Xxxx

"I mean, who wants a boyfriend that's going to stand there and kill a good time?" she smiled. "So, he had to go; I found somebody that drinks! Not like me, but as long as he don't mind, I don't mind."

xxxx

Chad bought her beer, as much as she wanted; he was a beer drinker too. She gave him sex in exchange for the beer and was truly dumbfounded when he dumped her for Serena Lee, a not so attractive red head.

Xxxx

"I mean, I couldn't believe it!" she smiled. "He dumped me, a selfish, self-centered bitch, for a really sweet girl! Can you believe that? And the worst thing is, they're still together; she gust gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, I just love her to death!"

"But now I got a real problem; I want alcohol, I need alcohol, and I don't got no boyfriend baying me alcohol," she said and took another sip of the coffee and motioned to the chairperson that she wanted another cup. "But there was this girl in our class that was always hanging around, always wanting to be my friend."

Xxxx\

Robin felt like screaming, or hitting Angela; Angela as so clingy. But the bitch had a car (Robin's was in the shop because she'd run into a parked car while digging around on the floor for a tape she'd dropped and her father wouldn't pay to have it fixed.) She sighed and took another sip of the beer and turned to ask Angela if she would stop at a convenience store so she could buy some more beer.

"I love you," Angela admitted and kissed Robin softly.

Robin felt like throwing up, but quelled the nausea and allowed Angela to kiss her. 

"Thank God for fucking weed," Robin thought as Angela's hands cupped her padded bra. 

Robin was very vain; hiding her nearly nonexistent breasts behind a mountain of foam rubber. She also covered her freckles with a slathering of make-up.

Xxxx

""I mean, I was even trying to save up money for a boob job," she laughed. "Kind of hard to save up money when all your money is going to beer, and oh my God, when I discovered vodka! Well, the money really started to fly out the window!"

xxxx

Angela sighed happily; she'd been dying to tell Robin for months now that she loved her and wanted her and would do anything for her.

"Let me, can I, I want to eat you," she whispered and tensed up, waiting for Robin's rejection.

"Not a good time," Robin admitted. "Know what I mean?"

"Oh," Angela said, very disappointed.

Robin gently, but firmly extricated herself from Angela's clumsy grip and lighted the last of her joints. 

"Damn it," she thought. "I'm going to have to suck that ass hole's cock if I want another joint."

Angela sat that and babbled happily about how much she loved Robin and would do anything for her. Robin smiled maliciously and held the sweet, acrid smoke in, then offered the joint to Angela.

"No, I don't like that..." Angela protested.

"Fucking do it," Robin ordered and a shaking Angela took the joint from Robin and took her very first hit of marijuana to please the object of her desire. She hacked and coughed and wheezed and finally Robin ordered her to drive them home.

"See you tomorrow?" Angela called out and Robin nodded her head yes.

The next night Robin made Angela drive out to Luke's house.

"Look, I don't have any money; he ain't going to just give us a bunch of dope for nothing," Robin said under her breath.

"Then how you going to..." Angela asked.

She cried and begged and pleaded with Robin; she really didn't want to fuck Luke, but Robin was adamant and Angela screamed as her hymen was roughly battered through.

"Aw, fuck yeah!" Luke laughed and pumped his semen into Angela's unprotected womb.

Fortified with a couple of joints and a pint of Bacardi rum, Robin kissed Angela's tears away, then made the girl squeal as she took a rubbery nipple into her mouth and cupped Angela's sore pussy tenderly.

Xxxx

"I mean, it really didn't taste all that bad, the rum, I mean," Robin said and blushed hotly as the room erupted into laughter.

"But, you know, I wanted the rum, I wanted the dope, and there wasn't nothing going to get in the way of what I wanted, you know?" she went on.

The chairperson picked up the baskets and sent them around the room for member contributions. Robin dug into her jacket pocket and fished out a dollar bill and put it on the table next to the chairperson, took another sip of coffee and then continued.

Xxxx

She lapped at Angela's pussy and used her thumbs to pull the lips apart. Angela grunted in orgasm, and lapped hotly at Robin's pussy. Finally, Robin pushed the girl's mouth away from her pussy and sat up in the back seat of the car. She laughed when she saw how fogged up the windows had gotten.

'Dyke,' she wrote on the window with her finger and laughed.

"Don't write that on my window!" Angela squealed and rubbed it out with her palm.

Robin laughed again and lighted another joint.

"Don't fucking hog it all," Angela demanded and grabbed for the joint.

"Wait your fucking turn, cunt," Robin snapped, feeling a sudden headache coming on.

Robin decided that Angela had served her usefulness; Luke didn't think that an ice of Angela was worth more than four joints, and Angela was demanding half the joints as her cut for fucking the dope dealer.

"Get both of y'all," Luke hinted and showed Robin a large bag of weed.

"Uh huh," Robin said, knowing that the bag would be considerably smaller the moment Luke got his rocks off.

Angela cried and begged and pleaded, but Robin was adamant; they were through as lovers. Robin finally had to resort to punching the other girl in her face, blackening the girl's left eye.

A month later, she felt a wave of remorse and self-loathing as a tearful Angela told her she was two months pregnant. Luke was definitely the father, as Luke was the only man Angela had ever fucked and she had fucked him for Robin.

Xxxx

"I hate going to speaker meetings and it just turns out to be this long boring drunkalogue," Robin said. "You know? The speaker just goes on and on about all the drinking and doping they did and never get around to talking about their recovery and you leave there just wanting to drink or get high. So, I'm going to kind of skip ahead, going to jump right over stealing from my mom and dad to buy rum and weed and cocaine. Gee, you know, it never occurred to me to go and get a job, you know?"

She took another sip of the coffee and put the cup down.

"So, I'll tell you about the last really monumental night of my drinking and drugging," she said. "Now, most of this, I don't remember, this is what the police reports tell me, and what my mom and dad tell me. I wasn't really there when it happened, you know?"

Xxxx

She hated anal sex; it burned horribly. She also hated the taste of a man's come, and wasn't all that thrilled with the feeling of a man's come dripping out of her pussy.

But the group of guys had made it pretty clear that they wanted to fuck. Her dad had barred her from his condominium and her mom had changed the locks on the house. She'd tried breaking a window but had only managed to cut herself pretty badly.

They'd drink and smoked a bunch of weed, then got right down to it. Even though the first guy had used plenty of lubricant, her anus still felt like it was on fire. After they'd all had a turn at whatever hole they wanted to use, she staggered into the bathroom to empty her bladder.

"What the fuck you looking at?" she spat to the weird guy that had come into the bathroom with her.

He blushed and stuttered horribly, but finally confessed that he liked to watch girls urinate.

She shut her eyes and spread her legs for him and began to pee. HE squatted down and watched and moaned and jerked his small cock.

The waves of self-loathing and self-pity threatened to overwhelm her. She had never intended to become what she was, a drunken, stoned whore. The self-pity and bitterness quickly turned to anger.

"Got something you might like," the guy said and used his belt to tourniquet her arm.

She watched in horrified fascination as the needle entered her vein. He pulled the belt off of her arm and the heroin flooded her entire consciousness.

Xxxx

"My mom says I was in her front yard, screaming all kinds of stuff, then I dropped my pants and took a dump, right there, in the front yard," Robin shuddered in embarrassment.

"My dad says I called and was yelling all kinds of stuff about him and my step-mom and I threatened to come over and kill them and Beatrice and Chuck," Robin went on. "I don't remember any of that, thank God. I feel bad enough that he remembers it; I wouldn't want to remember it too. And I am so so grateful that Beatrice and Chuck don't remember anything about the old, drunk Sissy."

"Here's what the police reports say," Robin said and unfolded the sheet of paper. "Official court documents, y'all. How many of y'all can say you have that?"

"How many of us want to?" one of the men said and there was good-natured laughter.

"According to this, I was on my way to my dad's when I decided to take a short-cut and use the off-ramp as an on-ramp, Clearview at I-10. A grandfather and his grand-daughter were on their way home from Lakeside Hospital; her mom had just had a baby boy," Robin said. "I saw a car headed right at me and swerved to avoid them. My car flipped over the guardrail and fell thirty-five feet down. The retaining fence's fencepost came through my windshield. The grandfather raced back to Lakeside Hospital to tell them there had been an accident and they sent an ambulance and fire truck out there."

She cleared her throat again.

"There was so much blood in the car, they said the entire roof of my car was red. They thought I was dead for sure with that much blood loss, until one of the firemen saw me trying to put the car in gear," Robin said. "They had to cut the car in half to get me out of it and when they did, they saw that the fencepost had gone right through my left leg; that's why there was so much blood. Had that grandfather not drove like a mad man back to Lakeside, I'd be dead."

Robin wiped a tear away.

"I still get birthday cards and Christmas cards from Ray; he says I'm an angel," Robin choked out. "I have no idea why he says that; I could have killed him and his grand-daughter. If you ask me, HE'S the angel."

She took a moment to compose herself again.

"They had to amputate my leg, at mid-thigh. When I was released from the hospital, I was taken straight to jail. My dad was going to leave me there, but my step-mom made him bails me out. She made him bring me to their condo and she put a rubber sheet on the couch and made me lay there," Robin said. "I'll never forget how humiliated I was when she stood there and watched me crawl on my hands and one knee, to their liquor cabinet. I wanted to die when I looked up and saw her standing there just looking at me."

"'Go ahead,' she said to me. 'Obviously you need a drink pretty fucking badly, but you know what? I am not going to get it for you. Go ahead. Get your fucking drink,'" Robin said through gritted teeth. "Of all the things that I felt lower than snake shit about, that was it. I'd never felt lower than I did at that moment. But I got my drink, drank it on the floor right there, like a fucking dog, then crawled back to the couch and lay there and cried."

She cleared her throat again.

"My court date came up; On top of everything else, they found about a gram of heroin and some coke in my car and were going to charge me with possession with intent to distribute," Robin continued. "Shit, the only person I was intending to distribute it to was me! But that's when I hit bottom; sitting there in a wheelchair, looking at at least five years, more like twenty years behind bars. I turned to my dad, who was going to fight for me, going to try every legal trick he'd ever learned and told him 'Let me go, Dad. Let them have me. I just can't go on like this anymore,'" Robin said and wiped the freely falling tears away.

She heard someone blow their nose and realized that she wasn't the only one crying in the smoke filled room.

"The judge heard me and gave me a choice, go to treatment or go to prison. Shit, I might be crazy, but I ain't stupid!" Robin went on. "So I went to treatment."

She smiled and blew her own nose.

"If ever there was any doubt that I'm meant to be here, meant to be standing in this room, telling my story, I have proof positive that God wants me to be here today," she went on. "They admitted me to the treatment facility, did all the paperwork, then gave me a room. They shot me full of something to combat any DTs I might go into; they could smell the vodka on me. Anyone tells you 'oh, you can't smell vodka' has obviously never smelled someone that's been drinking vodka for three days straight!"

She nodded in gratitude to the chairperson when a fresh cup of coffee appeared on the podium.

"They left the room and I went into anabolic shock from whatever they shot me with," Robin continued. "One of the patients had heard that there was a new girl and came into my room to tell me 'hi' and saw me turning blue and going into convulsions and ran and screamed for help. To this day, I have no idea who it was that saved my life, I don't even know if it was a man or a woman and the nurse that was on duty says she doesn't remember either. She just remembers hearing someone screaming for help and running into my room and hitting the 'Alert' call button."

She looked at her watch and realized that she'd been speaking now for thirty minutes. She only had another twenty minutes to go, then she could sit down. Her new prosthetic leg was beginning to throb and itch her stump; she was still getting used to it and standing for this length of time was difficult. The podium was too flimsy for her to lean on so she had to endure it on her own.

"I did my first step sitting in that courtroom, 'We admitted we were powerless over alcohol—that our lives had become unmanageable,' when I gave up, quit fighting and told my dad 'I can't go on like this,'" she said. "My second step, 'Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity' was when I was given a choice, go to treatment or go to prison and I was lucid enough to say I wanted to go to treatment."

She glanced at her watch again and gritted her teeth; Eighteen minutes to go and her stump was burning horribly.

"My third step I do daily, praying to God to let me do His will, not mine," she continued. "We can see where my will got me."

She took a sip of the coffee.

"My sponsor, I met her when I was in the treatment center, said it was time to do a fourth step and she wanted me to do it straight out of the Big Book," Robin said. "She said she didn't want any 'treatment bull shit,' no little 'check lists' or 'fill in the blank' crap."




Robin



Xxxx

Taking a searching and fearless moral inventory was much more difficult that Robin had anticipated. She was used to cataloguing all the indignities she'd had to endure, looking at all the faults and shortcomings of others, but had never looked at her own involvements in each given situation. She had never even entertained the idea that she may have some faults or be responsible for her lot in life. And certainly did not like looking at the fact that she had hurt others.

She blushed hotly as she listed all the people she'd fucked; the ones she could remember. A lot of the men and women had been anonymous. Nameless, faceless cocks. Nameless, faceless cunts.

Her fifth step, she decided to share with a priest that her sponsor suggested, even though Robin hadn't been in church in years. The most humiliating thing, other than admitting out loud the horribly depraved lifestyle that she had been living, was when the priest gently and lovingly patted her hand.

"Robin, if you had a daughter and she did all these horrible things, and came to you and said 'Mom, I'm sorry for these things, please forgive me,' would you be able to find it in your heart to forgive her?" he asked.

"Yes," she choked out. "She'd be my daughter; I'd love her no matter what."

"Well, you are God's child, and God loves you, no matter what you've done, and He forgives you," Father McBride said gently and Robin burst into anguished sobs.

Xxxx

"And I started going back to church and love going to church," Robin smiled. "It's a privilege, not an endurance to be able to go to church."

She smiled wider.

"And I've got good news or bad news, depending on how you want to look at it," she said. "My sponsor said that if I'm going to be sober, then my pussy has to be sober too, so no more fucking around. ALL of me have to be sober and act sober."

"Damn!" she heard a man say and giggled.

"Sorry buddy," she said to him. "We have to develop a relationship vertically before we can get horizontal. And my sponsor says 'If he ain't willing to get on his knees and pray with you, then you ain't willing to get on your knees and play with him.'"

"I can pray," the man quickly agreed and she laughed out loud.

"We'll talk after the meeting," she promised.

Xxxx

She held her breath and knocked on her sponsor's door. She knew what was coming; they'd worked on her eighth step, made a list of all the people she'd harmed and had preayed for the willingness to make amends to them all. She knew her sponsor would tell her to start making those amends.

"And it ain't going up to them and saying 'Gee I'm real sorry I hurt you, but I'm sober now, have a nice day,'" her sponsor told her. "You're going to go to them and tell them 'I know I've hurt you, how can I set it right?'"

xxxx

"My mom, my mom just slammed the door in my face, and I really can't blame her," Robin said. "All the times I went to her and said all kind of shit, just to get money out of her, she probably thought 'Oh, where we go again.'"

Robin shook her head at the memory of that humiliation.

:"My dad just cried and held me and told me he loved me and was so proud of me," Robin said and fresh tears began to fall. "But my step-mom, oh God! I'd said some really horrible things about her and called her horrible names to her face, if anyone had any right to hate me, it's Jackie. But before I could even start trying to make my amends to her, Jackie just hugged me and kissed me and told me that she loved me and was so glad to see that I wasn't a slave to alcohol and drugs no more. You know? I'm standing there, trying to make my amends to her and she's telling me that I've never hurt her and that I'd been in her prayers every night until I finally stopped drinking, and now she doesn't pray for me any more because she knows God walks with me every day."

She wiped at the tears

"But the best thing about making my amends to my dad and my step-mom is Beatrice and Chuck and Grace, Jackie tells me they named her 'Grace' after me, because of it being the Grace of God that I'm able to be a big sister to them," Robin said and smiled. "Like I said earlier, I get to take them out to eat, and I get to baby-sit and Beatrice even wanted me to be there when she went to her first day of school. Chuck said he didn't want me to go with him; he's too big for that."

She cupped a hand around her mouth, as if to tell them a secret.

"He's a boy, you know, and boys aren't into that, but I walked him to his first day of kindergarten anyway," she smiled. "God I love them so much!"

xxxx

She took a deep breath and got out of her car. The temporary prosthetic they'd fitted her with was a one-piece aluminum rod that jolted her stump terribly, despite the spring in the footplate. She knocked at the door and braced herself.

The house was one among many in the older neighborhood, one that had seen better days and most likely would not see any more good days. A car sat in the cracked driveway, two tires flat and another tire slowly losing air.

A moment later it opened and a drunken Angela stood there and looked at her, uncomprehending.

"Can't I just call her?" Robin had asked her sponsor.

"Gee, you fuck her over on the phone, or in person?" her sponsor asked.

"All right, fine," Robin muttered.

"'willing to go to any length,'" her sponsor reminded her.

Now she looked at Angela, no longer the pretty, insecure teenager she'd known, but a bloated sallow faced woman.

"Yeah?" Angela asked.

"Angela?" Robin asked. "I don't know if you remember me; I'm Robin, Robin McCall."

Angela reacted as if a snake had bitten her. She gasped aloud and put her arm off to ward Robin away.

Go away!" she screamed. "You fucking bitch!"

"Angela, please," Robin put her hands up, begging for Angela to hear her out.

"You fucking cunt, you ruined my fucking life!" Angela screamed and charged Robin.

Robin and Angela fell to the pavement and Robin put her hands over her face to protect herself, but did not strike back at the screaming, flailing Angela.

"I fucking hate you!" Angela screamed and lashed out clumsily.

Robin groaned; she could feel that the prosthetic had come loose and flopped around on the ground, useless.

Finally Angela tired of the fight and wobbled to her feet. Robin sat up and tried to reattach her prosthetic without sliding her jeans down to do it, but it was futile.

Angela's eyes opened wide as Robin lay on her right side and pulled her jjeans down and pulled the cup of the prosthetic up.

"Angela, I know I've hurt you," Robin said and pulled her jeans back up. "I am so so sorry about that and I want to know if there is any thing, any thing at all that I can do to set it right."

She rolled over and got to her right knee and, with great effort, hoisted herself to her feet again. She turned back around to face Angela, who'd gone white as a sheet.

"I'm sober now, have been for almost two years," Robin said. "Damn, you wouldn't believe how hard it was to find you! I finally remembered where your mom lived and at first she pretended she didn't know where you lived and..."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm like this big fucking dyke," Angela spat bitterly. "Likes to pretend I don't even fucking exist."

Robin winced; she knew she'd made a mistake mentioning Angela's mother's reaction.

"Sorry about that, didn't mean to bring it up," she said. "Look, I know I was wrong to use you, I was a selfish, self-centered bitch..."

"Got that right," Angela spat.

"But I don't want to be that person any more and I'm trying to clear away the wreckage of my past," Robin went on.

"You really want to make it up to me?" Angela asked and went to the door of the house.

"Yes, yes I do," Robin said.

"Fucking kill yourself," Angela snapped and slammed the door shut.

----

She prayed silently in the car, then got out and walked up to the front door. This house was in a slightly nicer neighborhood; the car that sat in the driveway was a new luxury sedan.

The older woman that answered the door wasn't interested in hearing Robin's tale but did want to know if Robin was still into eating pussy.

"My husband ain't home and won't be home for a couple of hours," she cackled. "I got some killer fucking weed, I know you said you don't drink no more, but you can still smoke every now and then, right?"

"Sorry," Robin smiled tightly. "No, I don't do that either. Like I said, I'm trying to live my life sober; that means drugs too."

Robin felt sick; how could she have ever found this person attractive enough to make love with? Then she remembered that the woman had let her use her credit cards. That's what Robin was there to make amends for, using her for her money. Not for eating her pussy.

----

Chad and Serena Fontenot welcomed her into their small house, nestled in a neighborhood much like Angela's. But their house was clean, the grass outside trimmed short, a fresh coat of paint on the door.

"But, Robin," Serena interrupted. "You never hurt me."

"Yeah, you didn't hurt me either," Chad echoed.

"But I said terrible things to you," Robin protested.

"So what?" Serena smiled. "Robin, we were kids, for God's sake! Kids say and do stupid things!"

"You want to make it up to us?" Chad asked.

"Yes, yes, I really do," Robin said.

"Just keep doing what you've been doing, you know? Just keep going to them meetings and don't do no more drugs," Chad smiled.

"Stop by every now and then, let us know how you're doing," Serena smiled.

"We went to your dad's the other day," Chad said. "Good God, Beatrice doesn't shut up, does she? And I can't get over how big Chuck's getting!" 

xxxx

"And then we got to step twelve, where I'm supposed to practice these principles in all my affairs, and carry the message to other alcoholics," Robin said and reminded herself to refrain from grimacing. 

Her leg was on fire and she could feel the sweat beading on her forehead. She glanced again at her watch and almost smiled in relief. It was five minutes to nine; she could wrap it up whenever she felt like it.

"So I'm sitting there in a meeting, and this girl comes up to me and says 'I want you to be my sponsor,'" Robin said. "I told her I didn't think I had enough sobriety yet, but my sponsor grabbed me and said I had better sponsor that girl or else!"

She smiled and looked at the chairperson.

"I've been her sponsor now for what? Three years?" Robin asked and the chairperson nodded her head in agreement. "And so when she asked me to be the speaker at her meeting, I said 'yes,' because I can't keep what I have without giving it away. Beatrice thinks the chips I get at these meetings are a prize I win for doing something good. She has no idea that the chips I get don't mean anything to me without her in my life. Chuck says he wants to get his own chips and I tell him I hope he never has to get any of these chips, but if he ever does, I want you to be there, I want each and everyone of you to be there to help him, just like you were there to help me." 

She started to walk away from the podium.

"And I promise, I'll do whatever I can to be there when your baby brother or baby sister comes in and asks for my help," she said. "Thank you for listening to me tonight."

She sat down heavily, so relieved to finally be off of her feet. After a few moments of applause, the chairperson called and end to the meeting and Robin groaned as she pulled herself to her feet again to join hands with everyone else to end the meeting. 

"Put your weight on me," a man whispered and she did, grateful for the assistance

"Our Father," she joined in with everyone else.

"Great story," the man said when they'd finished the prayer.

"Thanks," Robin said and he walked with her to her chair.

"Sit, sit, want any coffee or anything," the man asked.

"No, no, I'm fine, but thanks," she said and smiled.

"I'm Gene," he said and shook her hand. "I'm the one that..."

"Said 'Damn' when I said I don't fuck around anymore," she laughed.

"Yeah, damn!" he smiled. "But I did mean it when I said I'd pray with you. I'd really love to take you out, get to know you vertically."

Robin looked at him. He looked normal enough; average height, dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He didn't look like a pervert or a rapist or anything. But then again, Jimmy hadn't looked like a pervert or rapist or anything when they'd started dating.  

Jimmy had two years of sobriety, or so he said. But he didn't have a sponsor, didn't work any of the steps, didn't read the Big Book; said that going to meetings was enough to keep him sober. 

They went on a few dates and Robin gave in to a weak moment. It had been a long time since she'd had sex of any sort other than masturbation. He groaned in appreciation when she bared her small breasts to his hungry eyes, and actually smiled wide when she exposed her light brown tuft of pubic hair to his gaze. She actually tensed up in orgasm when he slid his cock into her. Orgasms were rare to her, except in masturbation so she really enjoyed this mating. They cuddled and kissed and then she rolled over and fell asleep, happy and contented.

She came to when she felt his semen splatter onto her stump. Jimmy was kneeling, rubbing her stump with one hand and jerking his cock with the other.

"Get out!" she screamed at him. "Just get the fuck out, sick fucking freak!"

He no longer went to the meetings that she attended, and if she walked into a meeting he was at, he would make a huge production out of getting up and walking out.

"Okay," she cautiously agreed when Gene asked her again if he could have her phone number, to call her for a date.

"Robin, that was the best story I've ever heard," an older woman was saying. "I don't remember when I ever cried so much at a meeting."

"Thank you," Robin said and smiled.

"No, thank you," a man said. "Really, I felt it when you talked about just not being able to go on anymore."

"Thank you," Robin smiled.

"Hey, Robin," Robert said. "Listen, there's a banquet, you know, over in Lafayette next month, on the sixteenth, and they asked me if I know any one I'd recommend to give their story, will you do it?"

"She'll have a ride there," Gene called out and smiled when she playfully shot him the finger.

"I love you so much," Maureen, the chairperson said and hugged Robin tightly.

"Yeah?" Robin smiled. "And if I tell you it's time to stop dragging your feet and get busy on that ninth step, you still going to love me?"

xxxx

"Gene smiled as Robin saying along with the Bangles. He hated the song 'Manic Monday' and had to smile. At first he'd thought that Robin was parodying the song but it became apparent that she was just a horrible singer. And like most horrible singers, she didn't believe that she was a horrible singer.

The drive from New Orleans to Lafayette was a two-hour drive, but they left at noon to get there for the eight o'clock meeting. Gene had also rented two rooms at the Ramada Inn.

"You, um, you can rent just one," Robin had said and blushed hotly. 

"I know," he smiled and kissed her.

Damn, but his kisses really took her breath away. When she'd asked him what his secret was he just smiled and said 'Chap stick.'

Charlie liked him, Jackie liked him, Beatrice liked him, Brace liked him and flirted childishly with him, but Chuck was extremely jealous of him and told him to get out and go away and leave Sissy alone.

They stopped at a small restaurant and got some lunch. Robin looked across the table at him and shook her head in wonder. He was a wonderful man and treated her like she was a goddess. He had assured her that he was no 'Jimmy,' just interested in her because of her amputation.

"Robin, I fell in love with a brave young lady that stood in front of a bunch of perfect strangers..." he started.

"Perfect?" she teased. "I don't remember anyone being perfect in that room!"

"And just bared her heart and soul to us," Gene went on. "She didn't try to cover it up, didn't try to make it all cutesy or pretty."

"Did you say 'fell in love?'" Robin asked.

"Yeah," Gene admitted and looked away, embarrassed.

"I told you to rent one room, not two," Robin said and held her green eyes steadily, looking into his eyes when he looked back at her.

They drove the rest of the way to Lafayette, holding hands.

----

"And I hope my baby brother never ever needs to get any of these chips," Robin was concluding her story. "But if he does, I want you to be here for him, just like you were here for me when I needed you. And I promise, I'll do whatever I can to be here if your baby brother or baby sister comes in here and needs me. Thank you for listening to my story."

They held hands, circling the perimeter of the room and said the Lord's Prayer.

"Keep coming back, 'cause it works if you work it!" everyone chanted and then the hubbub of the people chattering took on a deafening level in the old church building.

A pudgy woman cautiously approached her and Robin smiled warmly at the woman.

"Um, hey, um," the woman started to say.

"Hi Angela," Robin smiled and hugged the woman.

----

"And I'm in this halfway house here in Lafayette, and they made us get all dressed up and come out here for this banquet," Angela said and lighted yet another cigarette. "And tomorrow I'll have four months of sobriety.

"I am so glad to see you and see that you're sober," Robin smiled.

"And I'm real sorry about hitting you when you was at my place 'cause now I know what you was trying to do, I didn't know nothing about them steps when you was standing there," Angela babbled.

"That's all right, I probably would have hit you if it had been you at my door," Robin said. "But now that you know what's going on, Angela, is there anything I can ever do to make it up to you?"

"Robin, I don't know of anything you can do, 'cause I don't know of anything you did wrong," Angela admitted. "I always felt so fucking empty inside and when you and I was lovers, I thought that would fill that emptiness, then when you showed me how to do a big old double, I thought that would do the trick, and when you and I got all drunk and shit, I kept hoping that would do the trick. Nothing, I mean nothing ever filled the emptiness inside. You didn't put it there, and I guess I just blamed you for not being able to fill it up."

"Yeah, but I made you fuck Luke so we could, so I could get dope," Robin said.

"And I would have fucked him and twenty or thirty other guys, anything at all to fill up that God-awful hole," Angela said. "Then when I found out I was pregnant, yeah, I was scared, but I was also hoping it would make me happy. But it didn't."

"What happened with the baby?" Robin wanted to know. "What'd you have, a boy or a girl?"

"a boy," Angela said and her eyes quickly watered up. "And he came out stillborn."

"Oh God, Angela!" Robin cried out. "Angela, I am so so sorry!"

"Yeah, well, I would have been a shitty mom," Angela said and stubbed out her cigarette.

----

She looked in the mirror of the Ramada Inn bathroom. 

"Why do all motel bathrooms look exactly alike?" she wondered. 

She looked at herself again. The nightgown was a pretty one, virginal white; she had to smile at that. She wanted to run a brush through her hair but her purse was out in the other room.

"Quit stalling," she chided herself.

She held her breath and opened the door to the bathroom. Gene smiled nervously and she returned the smile, just as nervous.

"We don't have to if..." he started to say.

"Mother fucker, Gene, shut up!" she exploded. "I'm nervous enough, don't give me any excuses to run out of here!"

"Fine, fine," he smiled. "Then how's this? Get in that bed, you sexy bitch."

"That's more like it, ass hole," she laughed.

He gently kissed her and began to unbutton the front of her nightgown.




Robin



"Like opening the most beautiful present in the world," he whispered to her.

He finally had the nightgown fully open and kissed every inch of her exposed flesh.

"Oh, shit," she moaned and came as he bit down lightly on her clitoris.

She gasped and felt her eyes bulge as he slid his cock into her very wet pussy.

"Damn, just how big is that thing?" she asked.

"I don't know, I never measured it," he admitted.

She groaned in orgasm and sighed loudly when she felt his semen pump into her.

"Damn it," he laughed. "We forgot to pray!"

"Never too late to pray," she smiled and rolled out of the bed and knelt on the side of the bed. 

He got out of the bed and knelt down beside her. They said their prayers in silence, then kissed softly and got back into bed.

Xxxx

Beatrice took her job as 'flower girl' very seriously and did not let a smile crack her face as she threw the flower petals along the aisle. Grace, however, couldn't help but smile as she followed behind Beatrice and hurled the petals haphazardly. Chuck also took his job as ring bearer very seriously and marched up the aisle, making very sure not to tilt the pillows or drop the rings. He still did not like the man that was taking Sissy away, but both Sissy and Gene assured him that she was still going to be his big sister, no matter what. Sissy had never lied to him before so he didn't see any reason not to believe her now.

Charlie beamed with absolute pride as he marched his daughter up the aisle. Jackie stood and smiled as she waited; she was the matron of honor.

Robin's mother sat in her pew and seethed; she'd not been invited to be a part of any of the proceedings. True, when Robin had come to her and tried to make amends, she'd assumed it was just more trickery and deceit from a lying, manipulative drunk and had slammed the door in her daughter's face. But that was years ago; surely her daughter had forgiven her?

The fact that she was invited at all should have been an indication to her that her daughter did forgive her.

Ray stood and wiped the tears away as he watched the brave young woman walk up the aisle. She smiled at him as she walked past and he returned her smile.

Jacqueline Ann Roberts was born six months after their wedding. Eugene Michael Roberts, Jr. came two years later. Robin and Gene decided that two children were handful enough and Robin had her tubes tied after Eugene Jr. was born.

Both Robin and Gene continue to attend A.A. meetings regularly. Chuck has decided that he doesn't want any chips but goes to every anniversary meeting Sissy goes to get her yearly chips. He sits next to Gene and beams with pride when Sissy's name is announced and claps and whistles loudly went she walks up to get the chip. Beatrice and Grace sit on the other side of Gene; Beatrice watches over Jacqueline and Junior like a doting mother hen and Grace still flirts outrageously with Gene.

The End.



Robin and Alicia Ch. 01



This is the story of Robin and Alicia, two girls who I first got to know in college, and who are now thirty-something moms. Nothing ever happened between us in college—the time and place where you would think the good ol' sexual hijinks would take place—but I've been lucky enough to fuck them both in a few absurd situations since then. In fact, it's gotten so off the wall—not to mention off the charts—that I don't even know where it could go next. But for now, it's best to start at the beginning.

They weren't best friends with each other or anything in college, more like casual acquaintances. It was only afterwards that they built any real connection together, mostly as friends-of-friends at first, and then later on because of their geographic proximity.

Alicia has always been the brassy, sluttier one and Robin the more tightly-wound, quiet one. Alicia is short, maybe 5'4", sort of a normal body—not fat, not skinny. She's got dirty blonde hair, trending towards brown, cut a little severely at her jawline. In college she had a nice set of C cups that were low and heavy and not bad looking at all, but didn't really stick out to the eye in an obvious way. She's got a quick, big smile, and is pretty funny and outgoing. She's a lot of fun to be around. She's always handled herself in a sensual, touchy-feely fashion, and has a cute face with a stubby nose and big blue eyes. Her ass is decent but nothing to write home about. Basically, she's not really hot in an overt way, it's just that she gives off sexual vibes.

Robin is more introverted. She was especially quiet in college, and wore her shoulder-length straight blonde hair so that it hung in front of her face. She was taller, about 5'10", and skinnier. She was more classically good-looking—cute rather than beautiful, just like Alicia, but with nice cheekbones and eyes, and better hair. She was also sporting C-cups, but they were perkier than Alicia's and perhaps a bit smaller. She was an enthusiastic jogger and it was a damn fine sight to see her run along the road, her jugs bouncing around in her jog bra under her t-shirt. She also had a nice runner's ass. She was pretty damn smart, and while she wasn't much good at small talk, she was fun to chat with about the latest in biochemistry, if you like that kind of thing. I do, so I enjoyed hanging out, talking about RNA, and enjoying the presence of her tits while I was at it.

So when we were in college, both of them had boyfriends (Ted and Paul), sort of on-again off-again, who both also happened to be friends of mine, and while I definitely would have been happy to screw either of the girls, it was never really in the air. They were with my friends, and it wasn't worth it to mess around with that. Alicia especially kept breaking up with Ted and fucking around five guys, then getting back together with him, so if I had really wanted it, I could have just bided my time, but I always knew they'd get back together, she'd taunt him about all the guys she'd fucked, and then it would be over between me and him.

Later on, both of the girls got married to those boyfriends, and it was, ironically enough, mostly after that happened that I fucked them. This is the story of how it all went down. Alicia came first.

It was only one year after college. My roommates and I were having a party our apartment, and all our friends were there. This included Alicia and Ted, as well as Robin and Paul, although they didn't really figure into the equation at the time. They were all still just going out, not married yet. We were all getting pretty drunk, and I was definitely getting the eye from Alicia.

She and I had certainly flirted for about as long as we had known each other, even if it never came to anything. It was obvious that she was attracted to me, and of course as a guy I was attracted to anything that had breasts. So at this party, we were fooling around playing some game when she spilled some drink mixers on my shirt and shorts, which necessitated that I pull my shirt up a bit to clean it off, thus showing off my stomach. Being responsible for the spill, and drunk enough to act more than a little daring, she came over and gingerly pulled my pants away from my body to see how wet my underwear had gotten. She clearly got a sneak peek down inside them as well, and her excitement was peaked.

I could tell what was going on, and I took the opportunity to whisper in her ear: "Let's go fuck in the bathroom!"

Not exactly subtle or anything, but I was wasted and I had been working on a theory about how to hook up: just ask and see what happens. I didn't think anything would happen, it was at least partly a joke, but it was entertaining to flirt like it might be possible. Hell, she had a boyfriend and he was a friend of mine, but who gave a shit. All my previous temporizing went out the window.

And then she responded in an equally-quiet whisper, shocking me: "But, it would be too loud!"

Not, "My boyfriend is standing 10 feet away." Not even, "We're in the middle of a party." Instead: "It would be too loud."

Well, fuck.

"Hey, I can be quiet if you can!" I responded after a dazed few seconds.

"Alright!"

And that was that.

We both quickly snuck into the bathroom; I went in first, then she followed a few seconds later.

As soon as we got in, we grabbed each other and kissed passionately. It was like we had these years of pent-up desire that we didn't even realize had been building up. She whispered with a cute smile, "We have to do this quick! No time for fooling around!"

And with that, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts, and pulled them and my boxers right down. It was so quick, I didn't even have time to get erect yet.

She held my flaccid dick in her hand and said, grinning again, "So, this is what you think of me? What, should I just walk out of here?"

But I was growing by the second, and soon she had quite enough incentive to stay. My eight inches were as thick as the toilet paper tubes stacked next to us. Her eyes glinted in a dirty smile and she knelt down.

"Alright," she said, "I'm going to give him a quick lube, then you're going to put this fuckstick in my slit!"

With that, she swallowed my cock. She obviously had a lot of practice. Normally a chick doesn't take me all the way until she's had some time to work up to it, but Alicia just opened her throat and sucked me in. Her head bobbed up and down on my rod several times, and I had to grab the toilet to hold on. Then she just as abruptly pulled out, leaving my cock cold, away from the heat of her throat. I barely even had time to appreciate the look of her cute face defiled by my mouth-stretching wet cock!

"Ok, give me that sucker," she said, and turned around and bent over the sink. I grabbed her grey corduroy skirt and pulled it up over her hips, then simply pulled her yellow cotton panties to the side. There it was—a nice hot slot for my cock. I lined up and slammed it in. I could tell she wanted it hard from the way she had sucked me, and I wasn't going to disappoint.

I went in balls-deep in the first stroke. Even if my cock hadn't been coated with her saliva, she was plenty wet, and didn't exactly have the tightest cunt in the world either. You couldn't exactly describe her cunt as lonely, sitting around the drawing room wanting for company. Hey, if she was going to fuck around, I may as well be a part of the equation! She muffled a quick cry, remembering that we had to keep quiet. After all, there was a whole party outside the door!

This was not fated to be some slow and smooth, technique-filled love-making. This was wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am fucking. I jackhammered my way into her as hard and fast as I could, her thighs smacking continuously into the sink from the force of my thrusts.

"Ug, ug, ug, uuuuugh," she grunted. Her fingers were furiously frigging her clit with one hand and holding on to the soap dish with the other. I could tell she was reaching orgasm; her breath came more quickly and her knees started to buckle under her. I had to grab her by the hips to hold her up.

I looked down and loved the look of my cock disappearing into her red, wet pussy. It was so hot that we were fucking here in a bathroom, with a million people outside—with Ted just who-knows-how-many feet away, playing cards or some dumb shit! I can't even describe the pure, amazing visceral feel of her sloppy cunt. It was like fucking a piece of meat, like having a thick raw steak wrapped around my cock. Guys always talk about tight pussies, but a great skilled sloppy pussy can be fantastic too.

I was coming close to a climax. "Uh...fuck, ugh...where...do you want me to come," I grunted.

"Oooooohhhh....in my...fuck....uh...in my...fuck...in my face!" Her whole body was shaking. I can't believe she even was able to some up with a response.

"I thought we were trying to be kind of .....uhgh....quick about this...ain't that kind of ...uhg...messy?"

"Just fuckin' do it!"

Well shit, who am I to argue. I jerked out of her box and pulled her off the sink, pushing her down to her knees, her skirt still up around her waist.

"Just a second," she said urgently, and she slipped her tight blue t-shirt over her head, then pulled down the cups of her bra, leaving the round globes of her tits bare for me to see for the first time, her small hard nipples bouncing up and down sexily from having the bra removed. "Alright, now!"

I was stroking my cock furiously, and seeing her revealed tits, as well as her mouth, which had a classic "come on my face" porn look if I've ever seen one (jaws wide open, tongue sticking out lasciviously, eyes looking up at me with a beatific, desperate gaze), was easily enough to push me over the edge, and I unleashed my orgasm all over her face and tits as she tweaked her nipples with her fingers. I'm a pretty good shooter, and I blasted out what had to be a good ten or fifteen shots all over her, leaving her face and chest a gooey mess. It was dripping off her eyelid, the tip and bride of her nose, her neck, her chin, and the points of her nipples. Her chest was like the mouth of the Amazon River, with all the tributaries coming together from all over her body to create one huge flood of cum.

I fell back against the sink and looked at my organic artwork—it was a Jackson Pollock of sperm on a pretty damn good-looking canvas. Coming on a woman's face is a pretty degrading, but pretty intense pleasure. You're debasing her as nothing more than a target for your sperm, privately marking her as your own cum depository, a relationship privy to no one but yourselves. It can be humiliating or glorifying to the girl, depending on how she sees the joy in that relationship.

Alicia clearly saw the joy in it, and laughed quietly and stood up.

"Thanks for the fuck," she said in an almost business-like manner, "Time to wash up, I guess—can't have Ted seeing this! Let's see what I can do to make it disappear." She lapped up a bit of the dripping cum off her face, then took her hand and wiped some more off, sucking it down.

"Mmm, I fucking love cum," she said. She reached down and grabbed her tits, bringing them up to her mouth, and sucked off the cream from her nipples. Finally she grabbed a washcloth to clean up the rest. I was about to use it to clean off my cock when she bent over and serviced me like a car wash.

"No sense letting all that go to waste," she said, as my cock shivered from the feeling of her tongue on its sensitive post-orgasmic skin. That task being completed, she said it was time for me to go. I walked out with a smile on my face, and she followed a minute later.

The rest of the party, I kept looking at her with deep-seated drunken desire, and had a pretty-much permanent hard-on in my shorts, which was not easy to keep hidden. She would give me quick little sexy glances, making little slutty gestures like sticking her finger in her mouth and licking it off, pretending she had to clean off some food. But overall we were both pretty good about not going over the top so as to keep Ted from guessing what happened; luckily he was drunk enough to stay oblivious. We managed to get out of the party without further incident. I moved away not long after, so I didn't get a chance to take advantage of her pussy again for some time. But when I did, it blew the roof off of even this mind-blowing episode!



Robin and Alicia Ch. 02



The next time I saw either of them was at our college reunion, four years later, when we were all around 27 years old. We had gone to a small college in Ohio, and while we were enjoying the nostalgia, the reunion activities were not all that exciting. I was hanging out with some friends, shooting the shit, and eventually I ended up in a group that included both Robin and Alicia. Alicia had married Ted and had two kids already, and her tits had grown out to a solid D cup, which was not exactly a bad look! I was getting a real feeling of sexual frustration from her. I got the feeling that Ted, on his own, was not exactly able to make up for the wild experiences she had enjoyed in college when she was more free to play the field. She and Ted had broken up and got back together every three months in college, but even when they were together, we all knew she was probably cheating on him. I had just avoided the temptation myself until that party after college.

Robin was also married, but didn't have kids yet. She had also gotten even hotter since college; she had always been a bit too thin for my tastes, sort of semi-anorexic-looking, except that her skinniness derived from too much exercise rather than a lack of food. She had apparently gotten over whatever issues she had been dealing with, though, and now exuded a really healthy sense of fitness.

It was summer and ridiculously hot as we all sat out on the college lawns. Alicia was wearing a thin sundress with a flower print and a low neckline that showed off copious views of her new and improved cleavage. Based on the way the bumps of her nipples were sticking out so clearly, and the way her tits were bouncing everywhere as she ran around to chase after her kids, I doubted she was wearing a bra. I also enjoyed the view of her ass through the nearly-sheer fabric.

Robin was wearing a brown tank top that fit snugly over her still-perky jugs, which were sticking out like a shelf over her super-fit abdomen. She wore a pair of equally tight blue short-shorts that wrapped around her shapely hips and ass nicely, and showed off her long, toned legs. I didn't get the same "I want to be a slut" vibe from her that I was getting from Alicia, but she did seem to have a lively, adventuresome quality now, something that was missing from her pretty meek personality in college, and my sexual interest was stoked. I was jealous of Paul, who was no doubt getting some nice action in the bedroom these days. I had had a few girlfriends here and there, but nothing recent, and my cock was lusting after every pair of tits and ass I could see, let alone the particularly hot ones I was now in proximity to.

It turned out that the college had built a new biology building since we had graduated, and Robin announced that, as a former biology major, she wanted to take a look. No one else was interested, but I had also been a bio major, so I decided to join her. I didn't seriously think I had a shot, but it was enjoyable enough just to be in the presence of a hot chick who was parading around a delectable set of tits and ass. You couldn't say she was flaunting them, but they were definitely putting on a show. The most I was hoping for, honestly, was that the air conditioning in the science building would make for a nice display of nipples. We walked over together, and wandered through the building. As we did, I started to get weird vibes from her. She seemed more and more nervous. Finally, as we explored a lab, I asked her what was going on. She seemed startled, and didn't know what to say. Finally she spoke, and said that she had always had a crush on me, but had never admitted it, and it was just a little nerve-wracking for her to be alone with me—not that we'd do anything about it, of course, she quickly interjected. But as soon as she said it, she looked at me out of the corner of her eye, as if thinking to herself: "But I would."

Now, there are some decisive moments in our lives. If you take advantage of a situation, you can change your life, and if you don't, nothing happens and you always look back on it and wish you had. I felt like I had to take control of this situation. You only get so many hot married chicks admitting to their long-time lust for you. I moved closer, and put a hand on her upper arm.

"You know, I had always felt the same about you," I said. I hadn't, not exactly the same anyway—more semi-lust than a romantic crush—but this was not the time to argue about the aptness of synonyms. I moved even closer, looking her in the eyes. I could see her will was weakening. I felt it was time to be bold. I moved my other hand to one of her breasts, touching it in a series of light circles with the tips of my fingers. She quivered, and a gasp of air rushed out of her lungs. Her nipples turned to steel and poked out of her tank top like thimbles. I moved the fingers of both of my hands to caress those bullet-like prominences, and I could feel the entirety of her breasts tighten.

Her blue eyes looked up into mine, saying with them, as clearly as if she had said it aloud, "Do what you want with me." She could always say it wasn't her fault; I had taken the first step. But the truth was I would never have done anything if it hadn't been clear that that's what she had wanted.

I kissed her passionately on the mouth. She mewed like a kitten. As I continued to massage her amazing breasts, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra either! I pulled the neck of her tank top down and popped a breast out through the stretched hole, enjoying my view of one of nature's most perfect creations. I inserted it in my mouth and started sucking. She moaned. I pushed her up against a lab table and put two fingers up the crotch of her shorts—holy shit, no panties! She was NOT the kind of girl I thought she was! My fingers went straight into her already dripping cunt and I started fingering her clit. In minutes, she was coming, standing up against the lab table with all of her clothes still on. Her knees were wobbly and she looked down, sort of embarrassed now that she realized what had happened. But I was not going to let her turn this into some kind of "we shouldn't have" situation.

"My turn," I said, and I stepped away and lowered my pants, my eight-inch cock sticking out straight at her. Her eyes widened, and she stared at it for a good ten seconds.

"Oh god I wanted this so long," she said. "I knew you had a monster in there." She slowly kneeled down, moved her head closer, and opened her mouth, taking me in inch by inch.

Robin didn't have Alicia's experience, and couldn't take my thick pole in all the way, but her mixture of innocence and enthusiasm made up for it, and she at least got the first few inches in her mouth, which still stretched her lips pretty wide. I could see her jaw straining, her throat flexing, the saliva start to drip from the corners of her mouth. Her breath was raggedly coming out of her nostrils in quick spurts.

The mixture of soft licking and hard sucking was just what my cock ordered and within minutes I had a major wad of cum welling up in my balls. I warned her, but she held on to my hips, not letting me pull out, so when I came, I filled her mouth immediately. She tried gallantly to swallow it all, but she wasn't really an expert at this and I could see her gagging as she tried to contain it. It was an impossible task, and loose globs kept escaping and running down her chin into her cleavage. Eventually her gagging became so acute that cum actually came flying out of her nose like milk out of a kid's nose! It was one of the most awesome sights of my life—she just started violently moving her head back and forth while stuck on my rod, her throat moving up and down, and then two giant jets of cum shot out of her nostrils!

I finally pulled out of her mouth out of pity and moved back a bit. She lay back against the lab table and started to laugh.

"This is what I get for fucking around," she said with a smile, wiping the cum off her face.

"Well, you haven't actually done the fucking part yet," I said, getting a woody again almost immediately, looking at her still-clothed body sitting there on the cold floor, legs splayed, cum dripping on her face, the top of her tits, and her thighs.

"Hmm," she murmured, "you're right." She crawled over to me and asked, "How do you want me?"

"Every fucking way possible," I said, "but let's start here."

I kneeled behind her and finally pulled off her shorts, then stuck my dick into her wet cunt. She was enormously into it. Back and forth, back and forth we thrust our bodies on the floor. She was still wearing her tank top, which still had just one tit flopping out of the neck hole, and which now flailed around like crazy from our exertions. She was screaming and moaning, and I was grunting like a pig.

"Oh god, oh god, fuck me like a dog," she screamed, "fuck me like a whore! Fuck me like a fucking whore!"

Her pussy clenched me like a rottweiler. If it wasn't so wet I wouldn't have been able to move. We changed positions several times, since I had now built up some reserve after the blowjob. We stood up, and I fucked her against the desks, finally removing her shirt so I could see both of those perfect tits bouncing around. She came at least three times more, each time like a volcano. Finally I emptied a bucket of cum into her snatch, and we both lay back onto the chairs, basking in the glow of an enormously gratifying fuck.

We used the lab's sinks to wash the cum off her body and out of her cunt, then eventually went back to the rest of the group. Twice she found a moment when she was able to slightly shield herself from view, then stuck a finger up her pussy and pulled out some remaining jism, which she then licked off her finger in an astonishingly slutty display. Not only was it hot—not to mention unexpected from someone who I had always tagged as being a rather timid person—but it reminded me of how Alicia had acted at our party several years earlier. I guess when God invented sluts, he imbued them with certain universal characteristics!

In any case, after a slow start, this was certainly turning out to be a pretty good reunion after all. The festivities were going to continue for another day, so after restraining ourselves (with some difficulty) through the rest of the day and through the night, we finally got a chance to get away by ourselves the next afternoon. Robin and I made some excuses about checking out another biology function, and headed back to our favorite empty science building to continue our own little party.



Robin and Alicia Ch. 03



After we got to the lab, she noticed a row of lab coats hanging on the wall. She took one and disappeared into an office for a minute. When she returned, she was wearing it, and nothing else! It wasn't very long, and the fabric was semi-translucent, hinting at all the good stuff hidden underneath. She walked over in a seductive fashion, her legs sticking out a mile long beneath the coat, and started talking in some crazy "German mad scientist" accent about Vanting to Fahk My Deek Von Mohr Tyme. No problem, I could get in to the sexy mad scientist thing!

I grabbed her and pushed her back against our favorite desk again, spreading the coat so I could see her awesome tits. I had been so busy the last time focusing on her pussy that I hadn't been able to give her tits the time of day, but I was going to make up for last time now. I fondled them, rolled them between my hands, sucked on her small nipples. They really were just the most amazing tits, soft but firm like they came out of a fiberglass mold.

I couldn't stay away from that pussy for long though. I lifted one of her legs, and without further ado, stuck in my cock and started fucking her like a madman. My cock felt like Ulysses, away from home for 20 years and now it was finally back where it was always meant to be. Her pussy was my cock's natural haven, a place where it felt blessed and whole and entirely without want.

We fucked six ways to Sunday: on the floor, standing up, coat on, coat off, from every angle. What a screamer she was—when she wasn't yelling out obscenities, she was just yelling in full-throated abstract lust. It was like her mind had been screwed on too tight, and now the cap had been taken off and all the inner primal desire was rushing out like a new oil well.

Her pussy was so damn tight, it clutched at me like a vice, milking my thick cock like nothing I've experienced. The comparison of her cunt as opposed to Alicia's was fascinating—tight versus loose, naïve versus skilled. Both were great. She was enthusiastic, acrobatic, and, hilariously, she continued to do her mad scientist impression mid-orgasm—I Vant to Kum, I Vant to Kum, I Vant your Cok up Mein Kunt, Fahk Me Hahrdehr! Aghk, Aghk, Aghk! AGGGGHHHHHKKKK! (The latter being the sounds a German mad scientist makes when she finally comes in body-wracking ecstasy.) Finally she was on top of me, reverse cowgirl style, when I came.

Just as I shot off a half-hour's worth of a load inside her rippling cunt, we heard a voice from behind us:

"Hol-eee shit! Look at this!"

Now, my first reaction was: Hol-eee shit! We are fucked! Someone's caught us, and we're both screwed—Robin's marriage is done, and Paul will bust up my face.

But, luckily, it was Alicia, and she had a stunned yet delighted look on her face. Robin was immediately embarrassed and scared, covering her tits with her hands, as if she could somehow retain her modesty while wearing a lab coat and sitting backwards on my cock. But Alicia was not exactly there to break up anybody's marriage. She was there to cheat on her own vows.

She sauntered sexily over to us, shedding clothes as she went. Off went her tight red t-shirt, lifting her copious breasts out in a sexy bounce. Off went her tan bra, revealing, as I has suspected, that those tits had become even heftier than before. Off went her sandals.

"Robin," she said, "I can't believe you, of all people—I just figured you were so straight!" She stood next to her, and held Robin's chin in her fingers like she was a child. Alicia knelt down, now clad in only a skirt, her generous breasts dangling out in front of Robin, and kissed her full on the lips. Robin obviously had no idea what to do. They were friends, but sort of friends of friends. She definitely was not a girl who had ever expressed an interest in anything so kinky as lesbian sex, at least out loud, but on the other hand she was as sexually charged right now as she was ever likely to be, and after a few seconds she accepted the kiss, and began kissing back, her tongue snaking hungrily into Alicia's mouth. Then Alicia broke the kiss, rose up a bit, pressed her breasts together, and offered them to Robin. After only a moment's hesitation, to my amazement, Robin began to suckle on her sizeable nipples, and Alicia took Robin's shapely breasts in her own hands. All this, mind you, while my cock was still in Robin's cunt. It was not exactly going soft now, I can tell you.

Alicia stood up, hiked up her skirt, and pulled her panties aside.

"Eat me," she said. Robin looked like she was in a trance at this point. She complied, reaching her neck up, and sticking her tongue right into Alicia's cunt. Holy Shit!

"Oh, motherfucker," Alicia moaned, "Oh, motherfucker! Robin, you dirty fucking cuntlicker you!" She grabbed her head and pulled it in, forcing Robin to keep eating her out, not that Robin seemed interested in doing anything else. Alicia was grinding her hips into her face, and Robin was holding on tightly to Alicia's hips. Alicia came in a frenzy of moans, and fell kneeling to the floor. Robin quickly scooted up and sat on her face, offering up her own cum-filled cunt to Alicia (and thereby leaving my cock out in the cold!). Alicia had dominated the situation up until now, but now Robin was taking charge.

She kneeled there over Alicia's head, pulling it into her crotch even more furiously than Alicia had done to her. Both of them had obviously built up a lot of pent-up energy by not getting fucked enough by their husbands, and even some moonlighting with my cock was not enough to fulfill them. They were burning it off with their fellow female. When Robin had had her own orgasm at the hands (or rather the tongue) of Alicia, she fell back as well.

We all sat there a minute. I had been rock hard this whole time, but hadn't wanted to disturb them for fear that this wonderful display would somehow magically disappear. Now, however, the two ladies suddenly noticed my situation.

"Well," said Alicia, "I guess you've been having some fun with that thick pecker of his too, huh?"

"Yeah—so, 'too'—does that mean you fucked him?"

"Wellllll, just a BJ and a quick fuck. It was years ago. But I had just been thinking about seeing if I could find you two and separate him off, and then fuck him myself, but I guess that turned out not to be necessary, huh? You don't mind if I share, do you?"

"Hmm, no, I guess not!" Robin said. "As long as it's share and share alike! Well, what do we do with this prime specimen of dick, then?"

They both crawled over.

"Hmm, what DO we do?" Alicia took hold of me with two fingers. "How would you like a suck?" she said to her friend.

"Don't mind if I do," Robin replied, and bent over and mouthed my cockhead. Then she pulled off, and offered me to Alicia, who was equally willing to suck me, and proved it by going all the way down to my root immediately.

"Holy cow," Robin said. "You've got to teach me how to do that."

"Gladly," Alicia replied. And so commenced a half hour of the worst teasing my cock has ever been put through, as the two of them shared oral techniques, slowly sucking and licking, then letting me cool off, then re-commencing with the teasing. After a while, Robin was indeed able to take me all the way into her throat, a trick which pleased all of us. Then they shared my cock and balls, leading me to a state where I was ready to erupt. They finally let me blow without either of them even touching me, my sperm shooting like a geyser in the air, but they quickly both moved their faces in to catch it. Giddy like school girls, they wiped the cum from their faces and smeared it all over each others' tits and bodies, then started licking each other like cats. What kind of crazy thing had I started here?

In any case, I wasn't about to go without getting my chance to fuck Alicia again. A BJ was nice, but I wanted some more pussy. I hadn't gone soft in at least two hours now, so I laid her on her back, pulled her legs over my shoulders, and slipped right into her sloppy cunt.

Robin moved around, sucking Alicia's colossal cum-covered tits, then putting her own sperm-frosted nipples in Alicia's mouth, where they got a feverish sucking. After she was cleaned off, Robin crawled behind me, under my legs, and started to lick my balls from the back, which was a fucking amazing feeling—also a bit hard to coordinate, since I was busy thrusting with all my might into Alicia's pussy. But then Robin got a devilish, game-changing idea, and she moved her head lower down and farther in, and started licking Alicia's asshole!

"Whoa!" Alicia said with a literal jolt, "Holy....Fuck! I wasn't expecting that! Holy....holy holy fuck!" But Robin had apparently been unleashed from whatever mental blocks had been holding her in place all her life, and she went bananas licking up Alicia's shitter.

"Enough of her cunt for you," Robin said to me, pausing from her anal duties for a moment. "Come on, I want you somewhere else!" She grabbed the shaft of my cock, pulled it out of Alicia's cunt, and pressed it up against Alicia's spit-drenched asshole!

I wasn't going to argue, and Robin's saliva, not to mention a deluge of pussy juice, had certainly provided all the lubrication we needed. So, overruling Alicia's personal lack of certainty about this, as voiced by her moaning "wait, fuck, no!" we pressed ahead and I popped into her asshole. Oh my motherfuckin' god, that was awesome. I couldn't believe how fucking great it felt. It was tight as hell, especially compared to her sloppy cunt, where more than a few dicks had explored before. It felt like my cock was caught in one of those Chinese handcuffs—those woven tubes you stick your fingers in, and then when you try to pull them out, they just get tighter. Damn. But with Robin's help—she was actually trying to pull and push my hips back and forth to help me buttfuck Alicia now—I got moving, and soon Alicia was writhing and twisting underneath my assault. Her legs were crossed around my back, and her short body was twisting back and forth, with only her shoulders really permanently on the ground. It was incredible just to watch her face as it went through a constant flow of conflicting emotions—grimacing one moment, opening up in pure ecstasy the next. Robin was watching in pure glee, frigging her pussy at the scene. I couldn't take it any more. My cock detonated and started shooting off a major flood of cum up Alicia's tush.

"Wait, wait," Robin said, and pulled me off, first sucking the top of my cock to aim the geyser of cum into her own mouth, then after it was finished, darting down to suck the sperm out of Alicia's asshole! This final anal assault is what finally set Alicia over the edge herself, and she came for the second time that day from Robin's tongue, clenching her legs around her head, mewling like a newborn kitten.

After all that Alicia immediately wanted me to assfuck Robin, but Robin seemed to suddenly retreat from her super-slut persona, as if realizing that she just had her tongue, which supposedly belonged to her husband, up another girl's asshole, which supposedly belonged to her own husband. She was, basically, not up for it, even with Alicia's fairly strong brand of persuasion, namely, "Fuck you bitch, if I took it up my ass you'll take it up yours!"

But I was ready for more action myself; even if I had come three times already, I was surrounded by some hot slutty moms and wanted to fuck my balls dry, and I didn't want too much tension to arise between the owners of my two fuck-holes. So we "settled," if that's the right word for it, for a tit-fuck-off. The challenge was to see who was better at fucking me with their tits. How I managed to persuade them to do this, I don't know.

They had, as I said, previously been the owners of tits that were around the same size if not the same shape, but Alicia's had grown though childbirth and were now an easy D cup, while Robin's were still Cs. The shape of Robin's, however, were pretty much pitch-perfect—the Platonic ideal of tits. Alicia's were pretty nice too, don't get me wrong, they only paled in comparison to Robin's. And in a war of size versus shape, it's hard to say which one wins in a man's mind. So it would be a battle royale! The two married women, who had been working in unison before, were now competitive. Robin went first, and I'd be lying if I didn't say it was amazing. I lay on my back on a lab table, and she crawled on top of me sexily (she was now totally naked—no lab coat any more), gave me a sultry look, and rubbed my sore-but-not-defeated member with those remarkable tits, squeezing me in between her tight valley, running her nipples on the underside of my cock, and generally giving me an unfathomably erotic experience. After 5 minutes her time was up, and it was Alicia's turn. Afterwards I would judge, and the winner would get me any way they liked. I didn't come anywhere near coming after Robin's five minutes, but that's no knock on her abilities; after all, I had already come in her cunt, in both their mouths, and Alicia's ass. It was going to take a lot more than five minutes of anybody's tits to drag the sperm out of my balls.

Alicia climbed on top of my prone body, and just from the look she gave me, she got me halfway there. It's hard to beat an experienced slut! I had the feeling she had been on her knees giving a tit-job to every package delivery man, plumber, and cable repair guy that had been by her household for the last five years. She lifted my cock between her two spongy mammaries and slowly gave me an amazing massage through their pliable pillow-like forms. It was just incredible. I wouldn't have thought there were really tricks to tit fucking, but lo and behold she knew them. I was in high heaven. It was great to compare the different feelings of their tits: Robin's were firm, dense, and compact, and Alicia's were malleable, soft, and yielding. You could write a treatise on the yin and yang of their tit qualities! However, Alicia was definitely the winner when it came to skill; she knew her way around her tits! Five minutes of her substantial, supple breasts had actually been just as fantastic an experience as my five minutes in her snug ass. I happily declared her the winner, to Robin's dismay. She chose to finish me off in her pussy, and I happily complied, rutting her wet, roomy cunt for the second time like a pig in heat.

We were both exhausted now, and there was no more acrobatics, no more screaming. We were doing a job—fucking each other for the pure need to get our rocks off, because if you get a chance to be a dirty, low-down fucker like we were, you take it, whether your body and mind are aware of anything any more or not.

After a good twenty minutes of fucking, I was getting good and ready. I like to bust my nut on the outside, so I pulled out and blasted my seed all over those "award winning" tits. It was like I had poured marshmallow sauce all over her. Robin, who had been sitting there watching us enviously the whole time, now got her chance to share in the spoils again, and the two of them got into a virtual feeding frenzy as they licked up every last bit off Alicia's heaving knockers. Alicia had come quietly three times while we were fucking, and having her tits sucked (even if partially by herself) brought her off to a fourth. Perspiration beaded from her forehead, her eyes were simultaneously wild and zoned out. People just aren't built to deal with that much physical ecstasy.

That was pretty much all my dick could take. Once again we used the lab's equipment to clean up. This time, we used one of those emergency eye-wash showers to get totally cleaned off, since we had all been pretty much covered with one kind of bodily goo or another. Then we headed back to the rest of the group. We all had a spring in our step and a smile on our face. Everybody's bodies had been pushed as far as they could go, and we were in a blissed-out and happily exhausted mode.

Everyone else wondered what kind of amazing presentation the biology department could possibly have put on that would make us all so giddy! The rest of the weekend passed by without us getting any more chances for "special" fun and games, but that was OK with us. Nobody's genitals were going to need any more action for at least a week, and we had enough memories to keep us warm and happy for years to come.



Robin and Alicia Ch. 04



I didn't see either of them for another several years, until I was visiting Robin's town for work. Paul, her husband, was still a friend of mine, so I wanted to see them for a while when I was there. And of course I wanted to see if I could get any more of her pussy. Let's not kid ourselves, the reunion had been one of the hottest weekends of my life, and I jerked myself off to her every night for weeks afterwards, and continued to fantasize about it for months more. I would be fucking other girls and imagine it was Robin or Alicia I had my dick in. Partly it was the married thing, which was hot and dangerous, and made me feel both dirty and like a hot property, if these girls were willing to cheat on their husbands for me; partly it was just that they were so damn willing to go for broke, sexually—I felt like they didn't hold anything back.

Alicia and her husband lived in the same town as Paul and Robin, but her husband Ted and I had drifted apart a bit more, so I didn't really have an excuse to see her. So I would have to content myself with just popping a nut inside Robin—which would be fine with me! It had been a while, and she had two kids of her own now, so I was wondering what effect it had had on her body.

When I arrived at their house, Robin was out at the kids' soccer games, where she was refereeing, so I hung out with Paul and had a good time. We had fun bullshitting about this and that, although obviously the whole time all I could think about was getting in his wife's pants. The craziest part was when he started talking about her, and said that she had been getting pretty wild in bed lately. I was a little surprised he even brought it up; he got a lot more specific about the details than I'd ever heard about anyone's wife before—talking about how she licked his balls and let him cum on her tits. Then he brought up how he was so impressed with how hot she still was, even after a couple kids—she kept in shape, her tits hadn't sagged, her ass was still tight as ever. Good to hear, I thought. But, this was the kicker—he asked me, "Didn't I think so?"

Well, I said, I had to agree, based on what I remembered of her, and from the pictures in the house, that yes, she was a pretty fine looking wife. I was obviously not going to point out that I could describe the inside of her vagina in minute detail, and that I had in fact been hoping that she was still as hot as I remembered. 

"I mean," he said, "I just can't believe how lucky I am to get to fuck her. I mean, wouldn't you want to do her?"

"Uh," I said. "Suuuuure. Of course I'd like to fuck your wife. What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well shit man, I mean obviously I'm talking about if we weren't married."

Of course, I could only think, "dude, that's exactly what I'm here to do, and I've already done it in every position imaginable." It was obvious that she had been extra horny as she looked forward to my visit, and that's why he had been getting extra pussy.

Robin strode through the door right then, with her kids following her. She looked just as hot as he described, wearing a tight black and white striped referee shirt made out of that cheesy nylon fabric, which did nothing to hide her fabulous tits, and a pair of damn tight and damn short black shorts. Apparently she reffed older kids' games while her kids played in the younger league. I can only imagine the older kids were jerking the shit off of themselves when she came to ref their games. How could they even pay attention to the game?

"See what I'm talking about?" Paul whispered to me, conspiratorially.

"You're right dude, now that I see her, I would definitely fuck her. How about tonight?" I stage-whispered back as a "joke," and he smiled.

"Sure, go for it!" he said with a smile.

"What are you boys talking about?" Robin asked, but we answered that it was nothing, and she went to her room to change out of her uniform. When she came out, she was wearing a tight white button-up shirt made out of a slightly see-through fabric, which reminded me of that lab coat so many years ago, and which showed off her tits nicely as well. Apparently, she just couldn't wear a shirt that didn't make her tits look good. Amazingly, they still had the perkiness of an 18-year-old's rack, despite the fact that she was now twice that age. She wore a short plaid skirt that showed off her athletic legs. Basically, in the course of a few minutes, she had transformed from hot referee to super-hot Catholic school girl—except she was actually a mom of two kids! Clearly, she was putting on a show for my benefit, and I appreciated the hell out of it.

But nothing happened between us during the day. I just got my jollies by watching her prance around in that skirt all day. Once or twice, she would face away from me and pretend to need to pick something up. She would bend over, stiff-legged, to do it, letting her skirt rise up in the process, and giving me a peek at her thong-wearing ass! But those peeks were all I was getting; she clearly wanted to make sure Paul didn't know what was going on. It was only at night, when we were about to go to sleep, that she passed me a note! It was like we were school kids. "2AM," it said, "in the bathroom." No fucking problem! I can go without a little sleep if I get me some hot tail!

So I woke up at the assigned time, and quietly snuck into the bathroom. A few minutes later, in came Robin, wearing a sheer, see-through nightgown that went only halfway down her thighs. Her nipples showed clearly through the fabric, but I couldn't see her pubic hair, which surprised me--until I realized why, when she flipped up the front of the gown with a grin, showing me her newly-shaved cunt!

"Jeezus Christ, let me at you," I whispered, and moved closer to kiss her. I grabbed her bouncing tits with no subtlety at all. It's hard to resist a temptation like that. "Are you sure he's not going to wake up?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, "but I do know that I need your cock more than I'm worried about his sleeping habits."

"Well then," I said, "where do you want it?"

She answered me by kneeling down and plopping my cock in-between her tits. "I've been practicing," she said, and proceeded to give me the best tit job ever. I had been stunned by Alicia's skills before, but now Robin blew her away. Those tits were just so damn firm and sweet-looking, they held my cock in between their luscious globes like a vice covered with chamois. It felt like I was caught in a pair of pneumatic pistons, but with the texture of velvet. Her tongue sneaked down for the occasional lick on my cock head, further stimulating me.

"I've been fucking Paul with these tits every week, perfecting my craft, so that when I saw you again, you'd never want anybody else's tits wrapped around your cock but mine," she said. "I want to be the be-all end-all of titty-fucking for you. I want you to dream about my tits around you cock for the rest of your life."

Clearly she had reached her goals! I was ready to burst in just a minute of this amazing application of breasts to cock, and told her so, at which point she immediately released me from her tits and enveloped my cock in her mouth. She had apparently been practicing this too, because she had no trouble taking me in; her nose was against my stomach in less than a second as my thick dick went straight past her tonsils and down her gullet. I started blasting out thick streams of cum straight down her esophagus, filling her stomach like a cow fills a jug of milk. Her lips, cheeks, tongue, and throat performed an almost magical massage on my cock, milking all the cum out.

She finally pulled off, saying "Mmmm, that was tasty."

"Sorry I went off so early," I said.

"Nonsense," she said, "I wanted to get that first one out quick, so you don't go too fast for the next round. I've been dreaming about being your tit-fuck lover, but that's only part of my fantasy for tonight. I want you to be a marathon man for what I have in mind."

"You got it," I said, my cock stiffening as I watched this married woman swish my copious mass of cum around in her mouth with her tongue. "Where do you want me?"

"Oh, I want you right here," she said, as she stood up and turned around, spreading her ass cheeks apart with her hands. "Right in my teeny tiny heinie."

Goddamn. If I wasn't hard before, I was like adamantium now. Fucking Alicia's ass had been great, but Robin had a grand-champion ass, shaped by years of running. It was tight, taut and curvy—just a fucking masterpiece. Was she seriously offering for me to stick my dick in it?

I wanted to give her a way out. "Um, are you sure about this? As I remember, you were pretty sure about NOT doing it last time."

"I know, but here's the thing—ever since that day, I've been killing myself about not doing it. I've been fantasizing about it, desiring it—and doing it to myself so I could be ready the next time the opportunity presented itself."

"Oh." Swallow. "Doing it to yourself?"

"John, if I've been practicing hard at titty-fucking, it's noting compared to what I've been doing with my butt! I've been fucking myself in the ass with dildoes, carrots, broom handles, cucumbers...whatever I've had around. But now I want a real, live cock, like the one I've been dreaming about for years."

Holy fucking shit. She just took things to a whole new level.

"Woah. So, uh, I hate to bring this up, but why haven't you been doing it with Paul, if you want it so much?"

"I will. But you have first dibs. You deserve it, for making me realize what an ass-slut I am. He can have my ass, starting after you leave."

Well, shit, time to step up to the plate then. I guess in a way I wasn't fucking Paul over, I was providing him with new opportunities himself—heck, he should thank me!

"Alright Robin, you got it."

I moved up to her, and she braced herself against the wall and towel rack. It occurred to me that this was the second time I had fucked someone surreptitiously in the bathroom—first Alicia, all those years ago, and now Robin. But, there would be time for philosophical considerations of how history repeats itself later on. Right now, my cock had other things to think about, like how to get past the gates of that sphincter! I put the head of my saliva-covered rod right up to her hole, and she sighed. It's a great feeling, the way the tip of your cock feels when it's just barely nestled in against the minute divot of a butthole. Then I rammed in, and she groaned a groan from the depths of the earth.

Hot damn.

Now, fucking Alicia's ass had been fun. I mean, Robin had been licking my balls at the same time—hell, it was great. But Robin's ass? This was a whole new ball game. I mean, first of all I don't care how much she had been practicing on her own—this was one tight ass. Maybe she was just naturally tight, maybe all that practice had included a lot of muscle-building or something—she sure was a fitness nut and it wouldn't surprise me. I got about halfway in on my first stroke, so it's not like it was Fort Knox, but we are talking major fucking tight. It was like a fist was grasping my shaft as hard as possible. How the fuck did she get a cucumber in there? Once I got in, I wasn't sure I would be able to move. I tried thrusting back and forth a bit, and honestly for the first ten seconds or so, I didn't go anywhere.

"Ugn. Uhn," she moaned. Her body was tense and stiff. Robin, who had clearly been looking forward to this, was not necessarily enjoying it so much in reality.

But I frankly wasn't going to let her enjoyment, or lack of enjoyment, or her sleeping husband 10 feet away, stop me now. Hell, I had no control any more anyway—my dick was now the commander in the field.

So I put some more effort into it, and soon I managed to break out of my frozen position, and pulled out a bit, then managed to push in a little more. Within a few more minutes, I had bottomed out, my balls were smacking the lips of her cunt, and she was able to relax and get into it again. Her groans of pain gave way to groans of pleasure. My balls were getting wet from the juices dripping out of her pussy. And me? I was in high heaven. I couldn't believe I was in her ass. Fuck. FUCK.

"Do you like this, do you like having my cock in your married ass?" I almost taunted her.

"Yes, yes, give me that fucking cock," she grunted, unable to say more.

"Goddamn. Yes. Whose fucking asshole is this?"

"Oh god, its your fucking asshole! My asshole belongs to you. Fuck me. Make me your whore. Make me your ass whore," she moaned.

I sure as shit was going to. I was gaining momentum now, fucking her in long hard strokes, my cock feeling a full head of steam and nowhere near cumming. She had wanted a marathon man, and she was going to get one. This was the fucking life. I reached around her body and held onto those awesome tits of hers, which were swinging wildly back and forth. After about twenty minutes, my legs were shaking from the effort, and she had amazingly come twice, twitching furiously around my cock. I could tell she was getting exhausted. Ass-fucking yourself with some vegetables doesn't prepare you for the onslaught of a real cock that has made up its mind that its going nowhere until it sucks every ounce of enjoyment it can out of the situation. I wanted to change things up, so I pulled out.

"Wha...what are you doing," she moaned.

"Just wait, I'm not done yet."

I flipped her over on her back, onto the cold bathroom floor, and flipped her legs up into the air, pushing her knees back up by her ears.

"Oh Jesus Christ, I'm not a kid any more," she said, "What kind of flexibility do you think..."

"If you're not a kid, then don't dress like a schoolgirl and give me ideas," I said fiercely, and rammed my thick cock back up her butt again. Any consideration of her flexibility went out the window. This was awesome. I loved just seeing my shaft get swallowed up in her tiny hole, and now I could get a better view of her amazing tits and her cute, ecstatic face. She still had that innocent look that she had way back in college, except now it was wracked with an anal orgasm and had cum dripping from its lips. I had my fingers up her cunt, and was whaling away at her shitter. Her breath was coming in short spurts and her eyes kept rolling around in their sockets. That did it.

I started to come, and blasted off an enormous series of spurts up her colon. "You want me to come on your face?" I grunted.

"Oh god," she said, "I do—but it's too hard to clean off. I want you to just fill my asshole with your come."

I was glad to. After about three more minutes, the last of my sperm drained out of my cock hole and into her shitter, and I pulled out and leaned back against the cabinet. What a fucking night!

"Oh god," she said quietly. "Well, I think that'll do it for me for now." She pulled herself up and sat on the toilet, her whole body shaking, as she let my cum drain out of her asshole. "I hope you don't mind this rather indelicate moment," she said, "but after all it is your cum."

"No," I laughed, "no problem. So you don't think he's going to wonder why your ass smells like cum?"

"No, I'll just shower right away in the morning," she said. "I always get up first. So off to bed with you, and I'll see you in the morning. I've got a special present for you tomorrow!"

What? God, what could be better? Hell, even just seeing her sitting there naked on the toilet was pretty nice. But she wouldn't give me any more hints, no matter what I said, so I crept back to bed, my cock very satisfied.



Robin and Alicia Ch. 05



After we woke up, it was hard for me to not act weird at breakfast with Paul and their kids, but I think I had a passable performance. I just had to try as hard as I could not to think about the fact that I had been fucking their mom's tits and ass. Robin actually passed it off better than I did. She came in from her morning jog wearing a jog bra and spandex shorts, and they did not exactly look bad on her 36-year-old body. I mean, I had just seen her naked, but she looked even better with her tits crushed up against her body in the jog bra, creating some damn fine cleavage, and her ass and legs looked fantastic. She was all sweaty, and as she came in, she told Paul she needed a shower.

"My ass got a real workout," she joked, the simple double entendre giving me a woody all by itself.

Later, she told Paul that she needed to show me some science stuff in the museum in town. He shrugged and we went off. She was now wearing a cute yellow summer dress that clung to her body and I wasn't all that sure how much underwear she was wearing. Her nipples stuck out precariously from the dress' fabric.

When we were safely in the car, I asked what was up, but she still wouldn't tell me, just smiling and telling me to hold my horses. After about half an hour's ride, we stopped in the driveway of a house I didn't recognize. But when the door opened, I saw the present she had mentioned to me the night before, and it was already unwrapped. Alicia was standing in the doorway, buck-naked. She looked pretty good too—she had lost a little weight, but none of it came from her tits, so she now looked like a fit, voluptuous hottie—in shape but with her big D-cup tits, enormous nipples standing erect. If anything, those tits had once again grown in my absence. Was she trending towards a double D? They were simply giant—leviathans of the tit world!

"Hi there—I hope you're ready for another reunion," she said smiling, and waved us in.

I obviously was dumfounded, although I suppose I should have guessed what was up. I didn't know what to do, so Alicia led the way, slipping her hand down my pants and grabbing onto my quickly-stiffening dick.

"This way, big boy!" Her considerable breasts bounced as she walked down the hall. Robin's sly smile from the morning had by now enlarged to a huge grin. She was tweaking her own nipples as she walked, and started pulling off her sun dress on the way. We got to a spare room that was cluttered with a lot of random junk, including an open sofa bed, and they both started undressing me.

Clearly, I had questions, and they answered me before I asked.

"We both enjoyed our experience together last time," Alicia said, "and a couple years ago I moved in town here. So for the last two years now, Robin and I have been fucking the shit out of each other a few times a week while our husbands work. We've both gotten to be pretty expert strap-on lovers, but we couldn't pass up a chance at a real cock."

"For my part," she continued, "I want to see that massive beast of yours fuck her virgin ass—or at least it's a virgin to a real cock, that is."

Robin's face turned red.

"What—no, you didn't!" Alicia exclaimed.

"I know, I know...but I couldn't wait," Robin said. "I'm sorry. You'll just have to take it out on my ass—she's the one who made the decision for me!"

"Well, I guess I'll just have to watch your second ass-fuck instead of the first," Alicia said with a grin. "But don't think I won't get you back for this! In the straps you go," she said, and pulled out a set of leather manacles from a drawer, where I could see a bunch of other sex toys.

Holy shit, this was big time! I just couldn't believe demure, quiet Robin had turned into such a perv!

Robin meekly put out her arms, and Alicia strapped them down to either side of an end table. Robin was now kneeling down with her chest on the table, her exceptional ass in the air.

"Alright John, the two of us are going to torture that asshole like there's no tomorrow," she ordered. "Of course, first you have to take those clothes off."

I was never so happy to follow orders.

She pulled open the drawer again and pulled out a ping pong paddle, which she handed to me. Seeing my questioning glance, she explained that the room was her scrapbooking room. She kept all the sex toys in a drawer that Ted thought was scrapbooking supplies. He hated the whole scrapbooking thing, so he avoided the room like the plague, which allowed her to have total freedom in here.

"Now-- whip her fucking ass!" she said, with an honestly shocking amount of seemingly malice—or was it glee?

I looked at Robin's fine naked ass, and took aim. I smacked her full on, and she yelped in pain. "That's it! Fucking do it again!"

I did—several times. Robin's ass was soon burning red, and she twitched uncontrollably every few seconds. But after each swat, she whispered, "Please master, can I have some more?"

This was some crazy sub/dom relationship they had going here. I couldn't believe it. Who gets this lucky?

Alicia, meanwhile, was strapping on a huge silver dildo. It put my own endowment to shame; it was at least 10 inches long and thicker than me. She handed me a black dildo that was shorter, but even thicker than that. I mean honestly, did they actually fit these things inside of themselves?

"Stick this in the bitch's cunt," she said.

I did as I was told—this little 5'4" fury was getting to be the boss of even me! I pushed the black dildo up to the lips of Robin's dripping cunt, and pressed in. It went in easily, despite its girth, and soon its plastic balls were up against her lips. When they said they had been practicing, they meant it; I couldn't believe Robin's cunt could take this monster, it was three inches across.

Alicia moved around to Robin's face and shoved the silver dildo into her mouth. "Suck it, bitch," she said. Slowly, amazingly, Robin started to first mouth, then swallow the huge plastic cock, finally taking the whole goddamn thing down her throat. No wonder she could deepthroat my cock now—look at what she was practicing on! "That's my whore, that's my good fucking whore," Alicia said. "What a little fucking married slut you are."

I wouldn't say it was an effortless process—Robin was choking and slobbering spit, but it was quite an achievement nonetheless. Alicia started fucking her throat with it, then pulled out. Considering that it was just a piece of plastic, it was really more about torturing Robin than pleasuring Alicia.

"Alright, that's all the lube you get, honey." She moved around, signaled me to move away, positioned herself at Robin's ass, and pressed in with one smooth thrust. She didn't make much more headway than I had last night; apparently her ass was a lot tighter than her pussy. Or at least, her ass was tighter than her pussy when her pussy was already filled with another enormous dildo!

But she was ruthless in her advancement, and within two minutes that silver baseball bat-like dildo was all the way in Robin's butt. She immediately began fucking her in earnest. "Alright John, you've got her mouth now," she said. "Fuck her face hard, I want to teach this bitch a lesson about what happens when she fucks around on me!"

I looked at Robin's eyes, and I could see that she was loving this—her face was dripping with spittle, her cunt and asshole were stretched with dildoes, but she was loving it. I lifted up my cock and shoved it in her face. I went all the way in in one stroke. I grabbed on her blonde pony tails and fucked her face like a glory hole, mercilessly using her.

The whole scene was too hot. Watching Alicia's enormous tits bouncing around like crazy as she fucked Robin was an awesome sight. Robin soon started coming, and didn't stop for the next five minutes, thrashing around on the table with her arms cuffed behind her back. Alicia, meanwhile, pulled out, grabbed a long thin vibrator from the drawer, and stuck it in Robin's cunt alongside the first big black dildo. Then she re-entered Robin's asshole. I just couldn't believe this, Robin was becoming a pin cushion of cocks! The reaction was simply more orgasms from Robin. Alicia was clearly enjoying her self too, although it didn't seem like she had actually come.

I had had enough, and I pulled out, shooting my cum all over Robin's cute face, painting it white. Alicia yelled in triumph, and pulled out again herself. She grabbed three fucking thin vibrators, rubber-banded them together at the hilt, and pushed them in en masse into Robin's now-finally-gaping ass. Then she moved around and made Robin lick the shit off her strap-on dildo while my cum ran down her face and tits. Robin's cleavage was like the Grand Canyon, and the cum was the Colorado River, unstoppably winding its way through. Finally, Alicia turned around and made Robin lick out her asshole.

"Come on, bitch, get it good and wet."

Robin complied happily, digging deep into Alicia's dirty brown hole with frantic enthusiasm with her tongue, swirling and swishing it around, licking around the rim, then probing her the depths of her rectum, and transferring quite a bit of my cum from her face to Alicia's ass-cheeks in the bargain.

Alicia pulled out yet another vibrator—how many of those things did they have?! She stuck the blunt end in Robin's mouth, with the pointy side out, then made her hold it in place as Alicia impaled her own nicely-lubricated ass on it, sliding her shitter up the pole deep enough so her ass was in Robin's face again.

"Alright John, now I want you to fuck that fragile ass of hers like it's never been fucked before! She should be ready for anything back there!" Alicia was panting as Robin fucked her own asshole with the mouth dildo.

I never needed an excused to fuck Robin's asshole, so I was glad to follow orders. I moved around behind Robin and slide out the three vibrators, which left her with a gaping hole of extraordinary proportions. Fucking her ass today was going to be nothing like fucking her ass last night. I plopped my cock inside, and it barely even scraped the walls of her rectum.

'C'mon bitch," I said, getting on board with Alicia's dominant role-playing. "Tighten that ass up! I don't want to fuck the Holland Tunnel back here!"

Robin wiggled her ass around, and I could see her trying to clench her anal ring together, although Alicia didn't let her take her attention away from her own asshole. Finally I started to get a bit of friction, but not much. Her shitter was just out of order. I grabbed one of the vibrators and stuck it in under my dick. Oh holy fuck! I screamed from the extra stimulation. Now we were talking. Now it was tightening up in there, and I could see Robin struggling to keep focus as she started to come. I wasn't too far away my self, even having just come a few minutes ago. The combination of her ass and the vibrator was too much. I came inside her, filling up her slushy shitter. Alicia had come twice while this was going on, and was laying on the ground with a satisfied glow on her face, watching appreciatively as I finished shooting off my wad inside Robin's ass, then trailing slime down her legs as I popped out. 

After a bit of a rest, we untied Robin. She staggered to the sofa bed, and the vibrator and dildo slowly popped out of her asshole and cunt.

Alicia got up and crawled over to her and kissed her deeply on the lips. They swapped tongues for a while, licking up all the cum from Robin's face. Then Alicia reached into the drawer again and pulled out a leash, which she snapped around Robin's neck. It was black leather, with big spikes on it. Holy cow. She stood up, and dragged her over towards me. Robin offered no resistance—she must have been used to this!

"Heel, dog," she said, and Robin got on her hands and knees with her ass once again in the air. "John," she said, "bend over." I did, wondering what was up, and then she grabbed Robin's face and smashed it in my ass, which she promptly started to lick!

She formed a seal on my ass and sucked, creating a vacuum—it was like she was sucking the cream out of a Cadbury egg! Holy crap, I never felt anything like that. Alicia lay down in front of me, spread her legs, and I ate her out with zest as she pulled on the leash, which smashed Robin's face into my ass even harder. I was getting an enormously rigid cock, with nowhere to put it. Finally she relented, and gave Robin a wink. I wondered what was up, but quickly they each snapped a handcuff on one of my wrists and tied me down in the same way Robin had been. 

"Looky here, we have ourselves a little boy toy," Alicia said.

"Yessss, I've been waiting for this," Robin said. "Now, bitch, YOU get down," she said, and they instantly changed roles, as she shoved Alicia's nose in my asshole.

After another few minutes of another girl's tongue up my asshole, Robin pulled Alicia's face away, and handcuffed her hands behind her back. "That should get him started. Now, let's get him really going!" And with that, she stuck one of those fucking vibrators up my own asshole! Jesus, I never was so embarrassed, or so fucking hard. I've never had an erection for so long without anybody touching it. The vibration got my cock going like crazy. Alicia lay down uncomfortably on her back, the handcuffs doing a number on her wrists, and started licking my balls, while Robin stood in front of me and shoved her sloppy, girl-cum-filled pussy in my face, rubbing it all around, getting my face to look and feel like a glazed donut. Gross, but hot. I ate her out energetically whenever her cunt got in reach.

She came hard, then she got a strap on, and fucked Alicia while I watched, the vibrator in my ass bringing me so close, but never quite, to orgasm. I was able to position myself so I could suck the hell out of those enormous tits of Alicia's. Robin sucked on whichever one I wasn't sucking. Between us we got her nipples good and red. They were just suck a treat, big soft pillows that were made for sucking. Then Robin pushed me aside, pulled Alicia's legs over her ears, while Alicia still lay uncomfortably on her handcuffed wrists, and fucked her ass and cunt mercilessly, both of their tits flopping around like mad. It was so amazingly hot. Robin had a hard core hate-fuck look on her face, and Alicia just looked like she was in some kind of blissful pain.

Finally they both tired out after several orgasms, and let me out, with an enormous stiffy. I took Robin, re-cuffed her, and lay her on top of Alicia, both face down, and tied their legs spread to the sofa bed. Their asses and pussies were wide open to me, and I finally plundered all four holes, fucking in and out of them in a merciless rhythm.

"Come on bitches, take it! Take my fucking cock! You're never going to want to fuck your husbands again after this, are you, bitches!"

"Oh god no," Robin whimpered. "Oh god, I'm never even going to feel his cock again. Fuck, fuck. You're fucking ruined my asshole for him. I'll never fucking even feel him in there! Fuck, fuck me!"

I had never been more ready to erupt, and when I did, it was with a vengeance. I jumped around and flooded in their faces with a deluge of cum like I had never seen before, leaving them white-faced like clowns. I uncuffed them, and Alicia immediately grabbed a camera and snapped a picture of my cock.

"I had to get a picture of before it went down," she said. "I need it for my collection." Then she swiped a piece of craft paper over her face, mopping up the cum. "You see, what I've been scrapbooking is all the cocks I've fucked, along with a sample of their sperm." She opened one of the books, and it was filled with cocks of all shapes and sizes, with variously-stained papers next to them. Gross, but hey, you can't blame a slut for loving cock, right?

We eventually cleaned up and had lunch. Robin took me back to her house, and I fucked her a few more times that night, depositing a load in each hole, making it a "round Robin." Sure, I was fucking my friend Paul's wife, but hey, he asked me if I wanted to (sort of!), and he was already enjoying the benefits of her expanded sense of sexual possibilities, which were first jump-started back at our reunion a few years ago, and had been taken to a whole new level with Alicia. And of course, she was going to start giving him access to her fine, just slightly-broken-in asshole now too, so from my point of view, he was one lucky fucker. As for Ted, he seemed to have been turning a blind eye to Alicia's extra-relationship activities for years. If he didn't have what it took to satisfy her pussy, then I (and every other guy who walked into that house) would! I left a happy man, with two happy women I plan to visit again as soon as I get the chance.



Robin and Her Stinky Feet



Every few seconds I caught a drift of the wonderful prize I held in my bag; the aroma was beginning to fill the car. I could feel my cock throbbing through my pants the entire ride home... I had a pair of Robin's much-too-big size 8 Forever21 high top sneakers... and the main source of the odor permeating the bag: a pair of size 7 slip-on shoes that, up until recently, she wore all the time. The little shoes had been "lost" in all the clutter from cleaning. I unzipped my pants in the car... the stench of her stinky little shoes making my swelling cock throb once... and a small amount of cum burst on to my shirt and the steering wheel.

Robin stopped wearing them when the heavy, musty scent finally became so strong she was too embarrassed to take the smelly little shoes off anywhere. 

The noxious fumes radiating from her stinky little feet and shoes grew so powerful that it caused her to be humiliated during a trip to the shoe store... 

Robin went to look at shoes in this expensive mall. She found a cute little pair of size 7 platform sneakers for sale and was very eager to try them on. Smiling, Robin happily sat down with the new pair of loafers in hand... then nervously she looked down at the old worn out slip-ons that had been her pale little feet's constant companion for 6 months. She was extremely anxious... she knew her shoes had become terrible smelling but it couldn't be as bad as she thought... 

As soon as Robin slipped the old smelly little shoes off her pale little feet she winced in disgust... suddenly her nose filled with the musty, sweaty stench of her stinky little shoes. Robin started blushing and looking down... she picked up the tiny reeking shoes and placed them under the chair she sat in. Robin bent her face down to her nylon encased right foot... with one quick sniff she started coughing. Not only were Robin's shoes radiating stink but she learned that her little size 7 feet had a great stench too... every time she swayed her foot a gust of odor hit her and left her slightly breathless... her feet were soaking wet in the pantyhose, making them take on the smell of dirt, sweat and corn chips with a sharp stink of something putrid... Robin didn't know what to do... she kept looking down while she tucked her feet underneath herself.

The aroma of corn chips and sweat still hung in the air as a group of three men were about to walk near by... Robin clumsily attempted to hide the odors raging from her shoes and feet... but it was too late... As one guy walked in front of her aisle he stopped and said "What the fuck is that smell?" The other three stopped and began to sniff. A black guy in the group almost passed Robin when he turned around... he dropped to a knee in front of her and smelled... 

"Hey! It is this girl! Her fucking feet stink! Like holy shit!" 

Robin froze completely and almost stopped breathing from anxiety and embarrassment... the other two guys started walking towards her as the black guy grabbed her foot and lifted it up.

"Goddamn," he coughed a little, the black man put his nose to Robin's stinky little foot... "We can't let someone with feet that reek like yours trying on shoes!" The two other guys get there and start coughing.

"Jesus Christ! Girl, your feet smell worse than anything I've ever smelled!" The blonde white guy said with his nose buried in Robin's sweaty little foot. 

The other brown haired white guy had looked under Robin's chair and found her shoes... 

"Woah! Your shoes smell bad enough I noticed it from the store over. You need to wash your feet you dirty bitch!" he said pulling Robin's stinky little shoes away from his face. 

"I know what to do... " said the blonde.

He grabbed Robin's stinky little shoes then gripped her by the hair. Suddenly her starts rubbing Robin's face into her pungent little shoes... she tries fight back but just doesn't have the spirit. Robin can't see, only smell a sickening wet musk as the man keeps grounding her face hard into her smelly little shoes... she starts to cough as the odor of months of dry sweat fills her senses... 

Finally after what felt like hours he let Robin's head go. She gasps for air... she can tell the stench of her shoes will linger on her face for days... 

The black guy still has her sweaty little foot in his hand. He looks at the brown hair man and whispers something... the blonde hair guy turns around as if to block the aisle off... suddenly the black man slips his already hard cock from his jeans.

"Be quiet you little bitch... I'm gonna show you what I do to sluts with feet that stink like yours... " he starts stroking his enormous cock right in the aisle, occasionally smacking it against Robin's foot, his nose buried under Robin's big toe, inhaling the aroma of her stinky little feet, which had been sweating horribly from the past twenty minutes... 

Robin looked away, the stench of her stinky little shoes still burned her face... she saw the brown haired guy sniffing her shoes... his cock out as well... he had his bulbous cock in one of Robin's smelly shoes vigorously fucking it... 

Suddenly Robin gasped as she felt the black man's cock slipping through a hole in the sole of her pantyhose... Robin felt his wet throbbing dick rubbing against her pale sweaty little foot... and then a sudden burst of warmth as she felt his cock throbbing under her toes... Robin could feel the cum oozing between all her toes... he really liked Robin's stinky little feet... 

She glanced over and saw the brown haired man walking towards her with the one of her shoes hanging on his meat... walking up to Robin he pulled off the shoe and layer his cock on Robin's pale slutty face... 

"Smell that you slut?" he was rubbing his cock against Robin's face... "My dick reeks of your stinking feet!" Robin winced as she noticed the smell of dirt and corn chips her shoes had drenched his penis in. Suddenly he pressed the swollen tip of his cock on Robin's plump lips. She instinctively began suckling his large fat head... 

"Good... taste your smelly feet!" 

Robin tasted salt, sweat and the lotion she would rub into her feet... the stench from Robin's stinky little shoes had overwhelmed the natural taste of his cock. He pulled his cock from Robin's mouth, leaving her mouth agape. He shoved his dick back in Robin's shoes and moaned slightly... 

She saw the thick pool of cum he left inside as he laid her shoes in front of her... 

Robin obediently slipped her stinky little feet into the stinky little shoes soaked in cum... it made her feel disgusting as the two men's cum began blending, her little feet squishing the warm cum deep into her shoes and skin... 

The men all were laughing as they started to walk off. 

"I hope you know what you're asking for when you go around with such stinky little feet!" the blonde man said as he grabbed his crotch. Robin felt relieved as she thought it was over... then the brown haired man turned around and walked up to her. "I'll be finished quick, guys... "

He grabbed Robin's foot and slipped off her stinky little shoe... he buried his face into Robin's nylon sole and breathed deep.

"Your feet stink so bad! You've been sweating so much since we came! What is your name slut?"

She whimpered out "R... Robin... " looking away from him.

"Robin... you must love being used like this. If you didn't you wouldn't have such smelly little feet!"

His tongue began licking up and down Robin's soft, smooth sole. His lips pressed on Robin's big toe as he began to suck through her nylon. The man then ripped her pantyhose from the toes and pulled Robin's pale little foot out. Smiling, he put his cock in the spot between Robin's big toe and the ring toe and began sliding his shaft. Robin's pale little toes were starting to shine from the precum splashing on them. The man then had only his swollen tip between Robin's big toe... 

"Squeeze my cock between your toes, Robin... " he demanded. Robin obeyed and squeezed his head with her little toes. Robin felt his cock begin to throb when he pulled away and started running his meat on Robin's sole. He grabbed Robin's other foot, still inside her stinky little shoe, and inhaled the stench... 

He slipped back between Robin's toes and gripped her other foot as his cock exploded... the cum shot up Robin's nylon this and on the bulge of her meaty pussy lips... he wiped his cock on Robin's sole and smirked... 

"Robin... if you want your stinking feet used again, be here next week!" he said as he zipped his pants and joined the other men.

She stared down at her little feet... as her toes curled she felt the cum oozing. Robin could still clearly smell the pungent stink from her stinky little feet and shoes... she could feel her meaty pussy lips were soaking through her panties and pantyhose... despite being violated she was incredibly wet... Robin never knew how horny her stinky little feet could make men...