3 comments/ 36801 views/ 31 favorites Robbin By: pjonkml "Harder, baby! Oh shit! Don't stop!" She was panting and writhing under me, nails digging into my back, legs around my waist. Her hair was wild, her eyes closed and her mouth open, gasping for air. She was all that I had wanted in the past few months and I was doing everything I could to make her feel good. Hearing her screams filled me with the happiness of knowing that I had made her scream like that. But, I'm getting ahead of myself, let's talk about how we met. * We met simply enough. I was walking out of my two o'clock class, and she was walking out of hers. Our classes were in nearby rooms. I looked at her, and I knew that I had to get to know her. It was just something about her; she was captivating. She looked directly into my eyes as we passed, holding my gaze. She smirked a little and walked out of the door. I stopped to watch her athletic form move down the hall and out of sight. She must run track, I thought to myself because her legs were truly things of beauty. I went to my next class promising myself that I would take the next opportunity to talk to her. The next time I had that class, I left class just a little earlier than usual so that I wouldn't miss her. When the students came flooding out of the room, I looked for my new dream girl, and there she was. She was laughing with some friends. Her smile was beautiful, like the rest of her. I would have just looked at her had she not noticed me and looked at me with those magnetic eyes again. Her friends seemed to have wandered off and she was alone. That was good for me; I didn't want any blockers. I walked toward her, and I know she saw me approach, but she didn't acknowledge me again until I was right behind her. "Hi," I said, "How are you today?" I thought I'd start simple, feel her out. "I'm well, how are you." her voice was smooth and confident, just as I'd expected it to be. "I'm good," I said, "Listen, I noticed you the other day, and I wanted to get to know you a little better." She stopped when I said that and turned to look at me with a smile on her face. "Really? And just why was that?" she said She knew the answer. I wanted to get to know her because I thought she was gorgeous, because I thought she was so beautiful, because I wished I could heal the blind just so they could see her. Of course I didn't say that, but we both knew it was true. Instead, I tried to be a little coy. "I dunno. You just seem like a girl that's worth getting to know." "Hmmm....she said, and I bet you think you're worth knowing as well, right?" "Well, I like to think so." I smiled "What's your name?" she said "Karen. And yours?" "Robbin." "Well, Robbin, would you like to go out with me?" I said, hoping she would say yes. This little banter could be considered flirting afterall. "Well...I'm not sure. I mean, I did just meet you. For all I know, you could be a serial killer." "I won't hurt a hair on your head." I said. She smiled, but the smile was like a cat playing with a mouse. "Still...I'm going to have to pass." she said, "Maybe some other time, when I've gotten to know you better." "You won't be able to resist for long." I called after her. She just smiled over her shoulder as she sashayed away, and I was even more determined to get her to go out with me. I needed to know this girl, hold her, feel her. She was more than intriguing, and I was more than intrigued. I turned and walked to my next class, already late but not really caring. * It became a routine. I'd see her on my way out of class and approach her, and we'd flirt playfully. I'd my best to win her over, and she continued to deny me. It was playful, like a joke we shared. I learned a bit about her, and she about me. Turns out she was an athlete. She was on a track scholarship. I told her that I was an Art major, and on academic scholarship. We had a good bit in common, so I couldn't figure out why she wouldn't let me take her out. I asked her, "Why won't you go out with me?" She was smiling cutely me, and looking at me with those eyes. I knew she liked me, so I couldn't figure out why she was playing so damn hard to get. "Do you think I'm ugly?" I asked, not thinking that was the problem. "No, you're adorable." she said, making me smile wider "Do you think I'm a bad person?" "No, not as far as I can tell." "Do think I'm uninteresting?" "Not at all." "So, if you think I'm an interesting, nice, and adorable girl, why won't you go out with me? " "You're right." she said, "Okay, I'll go. When and where?" she said it so matter-of-factly, it caught me a little off guard. "How's Friday night? Say...seven?" I asked. "Sounds good to me." she said. "You will not regret it." "I'm sure I won't." she said. The way she toyed with me was unbelievable, but I was a willing play thing. She told me that she lived in Broussard Hall. "I'll see you at seven, then." I said When we parted ways, I wanted to turn flips. For almost two months, she had said no, but now she was agreeing to go out with me. I couldn't wait until Friday. * Friday came, and so did seven o'clock. I was ten types of nervous when I walked into her dorm building. She was waiting in the lobby. "You look great," I said, looking her up and down. "You don't look too bad yourself." We went to a local jazz club that I knew called Mahogany. They had and open mic poetry thing every Friday night. I went about every other weekend with friends. Something told me that she would enjoy it too. We got there, and the music filled our ears, the smell of coffee filled our nostrils, and the mellow ambience filled our senses. I loved Mahogany on a Friday night, and from the way she was reacting, she did too. I was glad she did. "You come here a lot?" she said. "Probably every other week or so. I just love open mic night," I said. "This is great. You'll have to bring me here again," she said. I noticed how she slipped in the possibility of another date. "I'll have to do that." I smiled back at her. We found a seat and a waitress walked up to take out orders. The place served small pastries and drinks. I ordered a coffee and a slice of cake. She got a cappuccino. When our orders arrived, things were just getting underway. We listened to poetry and jazz until about eleven. She had a twelve o'clock curfew. I brought her back safely, like the good girl that I am. I walked her to her dorm room, and sent up a little prayer that she'd let me have a goodnight kiss. "I really had fun tonight." "Me too, I'm glad you liked it." I said, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. I decided that I should go in for the kiss. She seemed as though she was going to kiss back, but she turned her head just as I was about to meet her lips. I planted a kiss right on her cheek. "Oh, I don't kiss on the first date," she said, turning to put her key in the door. I just smiled. Even after the small victory of a date, she was still playing hard to get. She was still playing with me. But, I liked the game. You hear that half of the thrill is in the chase, and there was definitely a thrill to chasing her. So, I just bid her goodnight and walked to my car. I felt that the night had been good. * We were back to business as usual by the next week. The next week, I saw her coming out of her class, but this time, when she saw me, I thought I detected a little more of a smile on her lips. Her friend noticed it too, because she followed Robbin's gaze to me and smiled. She then found an excuse to be gone by the time I walked up. "How are you on this fine day?" I asked "I'm in a particularly good mood." she said "That's good to hear. I hope that I had something to do with that." "Maybe." she said "Oh, I think it's more than maybe." "And what makes you so sure?" she said "I dunno, maybe it's the way you smiled when I came up, or the way you're looking at me right now." She just laughed a bit, but she knew it was true. "There's going to be a movie showing in the park tonight. Wanna go?" I asked, hoping she'd agree. "Sure, sounds fun." "Good. I'll pick you up at seven." "How come you're the one picking me up? I think I'll pick you up this time." "Fine by me. I live in Simmons Hall." "I'll be there." "I can't wait." That night, I put two blankets in a bag. We'd be on the grass watching the movie, so I figured the blankets would come in handy. I also packed a couple sandwiches and some sodas. Just incase we got hungry. Then, I went to the lobby a few minutes before seven. At promptly seven, Robbin walked in the door. Soon, we were off to the local park. There was a big building on the side of it, and they projected old black and white movies onto it once a month. I loved simple things like that, just pull up a blanket and enjoy the movie. We got to the park and picked a spot. I spread the blanket down and wrapped us in the other. The night was nice and brisk, perfect for being outside. Some time into the movie, we somehow positioned ourselves so that Robbin was behind me and I was sitting between her legs with her arms wrapped around me and her head on my shoulder. It felt wonderful, and I just enjoyed the feel of her next to me. Then, Robbin surprised me. "Let's go." she said into my ear. "Huh? You're not enjoying yourself?" I said, a little confused "Oh, I am, but I can think of more entertaining ways to spend some time." she said, and I could feel her breath on my neck; her voice much huskier. "Okay." I said, making short work of gathering our blankets and food. Soon, she was heading back to her dorm. I wondered what the policy was on visitation for athletes, but not for long because I really didn't care. As long as she was fine with it, I was too. We were up to her room within minutes. We got into her room, and immediately started pulling off clothes. She shocked me with her eagerness. For two months, she had played so hard to get. Now, she was pressing me up against the wall with her hand on my ass. But I couldn't complain, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Soon, she was on her knees in front of me while I braced myself against her desk. I could smell my own arousal, and I know she could too. When she finally licked me, it was even better than I had imagined. She licked and nibbled, lapped and sucked. Then, I came...hard, and she licked up all that I had to offer. "Right there...yes, just like that..." I said, holding her head in place, though I doubt she would have gonr anywhere "I'm gonna cum, Robbin...Robbin," I screamed as I exploded. I'm sure people across campus could here me. I jerked her up into a kiss and could taste myself on her lips. I wondered what she tasted like and I was going to find out. I started walking her toward her bed and laid her down gently. I wanted to savor her, take my time. I looked into her eyes; they were so dark they were almost black. I kissed her from her feet all the way up her legs, never breaking eye contact. I purposely skipped over her center, that would be a treat for later. I kissed along her stomach and rib cage, loving the smoothness of her skin. I brought my face over her chest, just above her right nipple. I smiled at her just before circling it with my tongue and then taking it into my mouth. She had her eyes closed now, and her hand in my hair. Her breathing was coming in short gasps and I could hear little moans when I increased pressure on her nipples. I could very easily become addicted to her breasts. They just felt so wonderful in my mouth, I could suck on them all day. But, I was on a mission, and I would stick to it. I kissed my way down her body, tasting her skin, smelling the faint scent of her perfume with the wonderful scent of her arousal. Then, I had reached my target. I gently placed a hand on each thigh and spread her legs just bit more. Of course, she complied willingly. I began with her outer lips, sucking them into my mouth in turn. I couldn't help the "mmmm" that came from my mouth. She was divine. I felt the little shudders and heard the very load moans. I felt her fingers in my hair and heard her say my name. Just like her breasts, I could easily become fiend for her pussy. My only thought was her pleasure. I wanted her to feel the way she had made me feel, and was making me feel. Her grip tightened on my hair, and her hips raised from the bed. I knew she was close. "I'm about to cum, Karen. Yes. Fu..." she wrapped her legs around my head, and I was going wild. I lapped as much of her as I could while she came down from her climax. Every now and then, she shudder when I'd lick a sensitive spot. When I was satisfied that I had gotten all that I could get, I climbed up her body and pulled her into my arms. She pressed into me and we just laid still. But soon, the feel of her body pressed into me, her bottom pushing into my crotch was too much for me to ignore. I kissed her back and licked her shoulder while my hands did there own thing, roaming over her stomach. She turned around and I met her with a kiss. Soon, the intensity was back and she was on top of me, straddling my waist. Then, she sat back and looked into my eyes. "I want you to fuck me." She said in that matter-of-fact tone of hers, but there was definite lust in her voice. "That's what I plan to do," I said, sitting up, trying to kiss her, but she sat back a little further, pressing me back onto the bed. "I mean... with a strapon." she said, and for the first time I saw uncertainty in her eyes. "I could do that." I said, "I don't have one though," Truth was, I'd always thought strapons were hot, but didn't have someone to try one with. "I do." she said, smiling at me as she hopped off of me and out of the bed. I was immediately aware that her body was missing. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a black leather harness and a very realistically shaped hot pink dildo, along with a small bottle of lube. "Come here." she said, that lusty look coming back to her eyes I got up and walked over to her. She had me step into it and tightened it on my waist. Then she stepped away from me, looking me up and down. She bit her lip as she took me in, and I felt a little self-conscious with her staring at me like that. Then she walked up to me and grabbed hold of it, stroking it up and down, looking into my eyes. I must admit, it was so sexy. She kissed me while she stroked it, the butt of the dildo pressing into my clit with every stroke. She started kissing her way along my neck, past my breast and got onto her knees. She took the dildo into her mouth as if it were real. At that point, I kinda wished it was, because I know it would have felt exquisite. She kneaded my ass cheeks while she did it, and I was beginning to get a little light headed. I pulled away from her, and she looked up at me. "I believe you had a request." I said as she stood up. She grinned at and I backed her up onto the bed. I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her softly. I pushed a finger in, wanting her ready for what was about to happen. I swirled my finger in and out as her muscles clenched around it. I introduced a second, then a third finger, and with each one, she moaned a little louder. I took them out and licked them clean. She really was delicious. "You ready, baby?" I asked her "You know I am," she said, her voice low and husky. I pushed the head in as slowly as I could muster. When it popped in, I was rewarded with a hiss of delight. Slowly, I pushed the rest in, stopping when I felt her pelvic bone on mine. "Mmmm...feels good, baby." she said as I began moving my hips Soon, we picked up pace, and there was an urgent need for one another. She held on to me, pulling me close, and I kissed her hungrily. We were going at it so hard, I'm sure whoever lived in the dorm next door was pissed at the way her head board was hitting the wall. She was panting things into my ear, mostly curse words. I loved hearing them, because it meant what I was doing felt good to her. I loved the feel of her nails in my back, her teeth on my shoulder, her legs around my waist. I loved the way she was saying my name, the way she was holding me so tight, the way her body moved beneath mine. "Harder, baby! Oh shit! Don't stop!" she said into my ear, and I was happy to oblige "Oh, fuck!...Shit baby, fuck me." she said "Does that feel good baby?" I asked. "Yes...shit...oh, it feels so good...oh shit! I'm coming!" she screamed. I watched her face as her orgasm hit, and it was beautiful. Feeling her shudder and shake beneath me pushed me over the edge as I watched my lover's face, eyes closed tightly, mouth open, skin glistening, her face told me that she was in ecstasy, and I was in ecstasy too. I watched as she opened her eyes to look at me again. "You are so beautiful," I said, kissing her eyelids as a lazy smile played across her lips. "That was amazing." she said, pulling my closer to her. * That night, I felt better than I had felt in a long while with her sleeping in my arms, nestled into my chest. I awoke the next morning and questioned for a second just where I was, but the beautiful woman laying on top of me put my mind at ease. I hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head, then just listened to her breathe before falling asleep again. She was incredible then, and she's incredible now. We've been together for ten years, and I love her more each day. Robbing Her Prelude The night was ending and day was near. The young girl, Kate at seventeen was about to have her life Marjory changed. She was sleeping in a house all alone, or so she thought. Peter, at twenty-three was going to have some fun tonight. He and his three friends were planning on robbing the house. His three friends and crew being Zach, Rob and Seth, all about Peters age. Peter, probably the tallest at 6'2 and the strongest would scout the house, finding any changes from the last time he looked, a week ago. As they approached the house, Peter got out of the grey SUV and walked slowly to the door. It was still dark, dark enough for no one to see. He checked the door to find it was locked, as usual. He found windows, twelve in total that were visible. Four were on the bottom, eight on top. Only about four would be accessible for him and two in total big enough. He decided to pick the lock on the door. He harshly moved the screen door, and after a total of a minute and forty two seconds, the door was open. He motioned for the rest of the crew to follow. He slowly walked in to find a pretty normal house. A few doors, one he assumed for the closet. He moved in and opened one to find the laundry room, another bedroom but with an empty bed. He looked to find Zach and Rob looking up the stairs. Seth had wondered into the kitchen. He saw a living room and family room, pretty upscale. After about ten minutes they got a total of about four hundred cash and some expensive headsets from the downstairs. "How many on the top floor?" Rob asked. "There was like parents and a daughter, but one lived on the bottom I think, and they aren't here." Peter Replied. He was wondering if he came when no one was home. That would be best, no one to call. "How old is the daughter? And would any of them be away? Rob asked as he found nothing in a counter. "I don't know, and I think the daughter is in high school, I've seen her driving home. There was a car, might be hers I think." He responded. "Ready to check out upstairs, maybe just one should check it out for now." "Okay, you want to go? I mean, I think there's probably some more crap down here worth a buck." He said. "Yea, sure. Seth, Rob, I'm checking upstairs" Peter spoke up so they could hear them. He got looks of agreement and he slowly tip-towed up the stairs. They were wood, and creaked just a bit but he made it up nearly creak less. He cracked open a door to get a creak. Even though he thought he was alone, he was always careful. A big bedroom, king-sized bed, two other doors which he assumed to be a walk in closet, and bathroom. The bed was empty, and nicely made. The walls were a warm brown and two black night stands were on each side of the huge bed. He made his way over to the first door and opened it to find a closet full of cloths. He would surly look later but now he had to make sure there was no way they would be interrupted. He walked out of the hall to find another door. He opened it to see an office with a new computer, a nice sliding chair, a closet opened to reveal boxes of plugs and switches, and a book shelve with how to guides and other books. He left the room to open a hallway bathroom. He left that quickly to find two more bedrooms. One was labeled "guests" and he found it emty. The last, down the hall he tiptoed to. He opened it to find it dark. It had a computer desk, a dresser with a few drawers opened, a closed closet, and a bed which laid young Kate. He was almost shocked, but prepared. He looked around the dark room almost silently to find a cell phone, plugged in to an outlet. He took it out and the phone made a sound. He stopped. She twitched. He pocketed the phone and continued downstairs to warn the men. "Someone's sleeping up there, the daughter I think." He said. They looked. Seth was looking through the entertainment center; Rob was walked back from the hallway containing the living room, Zach was at the fairly big bar. "Did you search it?" Rob asked, standing watching him. "No, just took the phone. I'll search her room first, the rest of the upstairs you guys can get." Peter said. The rest nodded. They made there way upstairs. Peter headed for her room, the rest the master or the guest bedroom. Peter closed the door and took a flashlight from his shorts. He shinned it around. First he would check under the bed, the biggest hiding spot. He crawled and put his hand under the bed. He fingered his way to a DVD. He pulled it out and shone the light on it. "Slave Trained teens." He actually owned this DVD as well, as he was turned on dominating girls. He shone the light one the girl, her long Brown hair out from the sheets, huge tits sticking out from the tight silk fabric. He was getting hard, imagining if he could have her... The door opened. He Jumped. It was Rob. "I found some money, not much in the master." Rob said. "What's that?" "Oh, well she's interested in being a slave girl I think from the looks of the Dvd. I was thinking we could have some fun." "Hmm, well that sounds good. Let us know when she wakes." Rob replied, getting turned on as well. He glanced at the girl, noticing she was wearing a tight nighty. "I have something planned..." Peter said with an evil grin. Rob left the room and Peter went under the bed some more to prove his theory right. He found two other videos and a magazine. Tonight was going to be fun... Robbing Trains "Ah damn!" he muttered under his breath as he saw the obstruction on the tracks up ahead. Reaching for the brake, he dropped his eyes from the track just long enough to miss the flash of color just inside the tree line. The train squealed to a stop and he stood up and hollered back, "James! Help me get this shit off the track!" Within seconds, James appeared. As they stepped down off the train, two ladies rode out of the woods with rifles pointed directly at them. "Hello Gentlemen," called the dark haired woman as she dismounted from a coal black stud. "We came to relieve you of your gold and valuables. Now, if you please, shall we step back into that train, Mr. Engineer?" she said, motioning toward the train with the rifle. Before boarding the train, the dark haired woman handed her rifle to the other woman who placed it in the scabbard of the black stud. She then pulled a .44 from her hip and trained it upon the engineer. "Let's go!" she demanded. The other woman, a slim blonde, kept her rifle trained on James. "Move one inch, Mr., and I'll drop you where you stand!" she said in a hard voice. "Not me, Ma'am!" James replied calmly. "Got me a wife and young'uns. Can't go gettin' killed for something that ain't mine." "Smart man," the blonde laughed. "Just stay still then." Inside the train, the two moved to the car holding the safe. "You're not afraid of getting hung if they catch you?" the engineer asked. "No," the woman snapped. "Just tell him to open the damned door!" "Bill! Open the door before this woman fills me full of holes!" The latch on the door clicked and the door swung open slowly. Bill stood to the side of the safe, a shotgun pointed directly at them. "Don't Bill. It ain't worth losin' your life over. Just let her have it." Bill lowered the hammer on the shotgun and placed it on top of the safe. He raised his hands in the air over his head and slowly backed away. Pushing the pistol into the small of the engineer's back, the brunette ordered: "Open it!" Sighing heavily, the engineer bent down and opened the safe. "Just take it and go!" he said. She removed a sack from under her gun belt and said, "Put it in here. Everything of value." As he loaded up the sack, her eyes darted back and forth between the two men, watching for some sign that they would try to go for a gun. "That's it, Miss," the engineer said as he stood and held the sack out to her. She stood and studied the man for a few minutes. Older, but still in good shape. Dark hair that was now beginning to gray. Skin toughened by the weather. "You're comin' with us," the woman said, motioning him ahead of her. "Billy boy, step out behind him!" With the pistol aimed that their backs, they made their way back toward the front of the train. Upon stepping off the train, the engineer noticed yet another woman hidden amid the trees, with a rifle aimed in their direction. "I didn't hardly think two women would pull this off," the engineer stated to his captor. "If you do like you're told, you'll live through this," the brunette said, pushing the pistol into the small of his back. She waved to the other woman in the trees who emerged with another horse in tow. "Can you get her back, James?" the engineer asked nodding toward the train. "Yeah," James answered, "just try to make it back alive, Doug." "I'll try," the engineer nodded. "Mount up!" the brunette called. Looking at Doug, she said sharply, "Try to run, you're dead! Understand?" He nodded his head, "Yes, Ma'am." From atop the rise above the trees, he looked back to see some of the men scurrying about clearing the debris off the track, as the train kicked puffs of coal black smoke into the air... They rode late into the evening dusk, stopping shortly before full dark. They set up camp near the base of a mountain, using a cave as cover. A clear mountain stream flowed almost in front of the cave, coming down the side of the mountain about two miles to the west of them. Doug had been placed inside the cave on a pallet with his hands and feet tied. With his back to the wall, he was still able to see out to the fire where the women now sat dividing their loot. He could hear them murmuring among themselves but couldn't make out more that a word or two that was carried to him on the breeze. As a bit of time passed, the brunette stood and stretched. Saying something to the other two women at the fire, she then headed toward the cave. "You okay?" Need any water or anything?" she asked Doug. "I'm fine, Ma'am," Doug replied. "We'll get you something to eat in a bit," she said as she turned and left the cave. He watched her walk down toward the stream, the darkness finally consuming all but the glint of silver coming off the gun she wore at her hip. She wasn't a skinny woman like the blonde. She had some padding where she needed it. She was the kind of woman who turned his head. If things had been different...who knew? Right now, he had to worry about getting out of this situation alive. His attention was drawn back to movement just outside the firelight by the stream. Straining to see better, he saw someone removing their clothes and since the other two women were still by the fire, it could have only been the brunette. A splash of water, followed by "Damn, that's cold!", started a wave of laughter by the fire. "I told you!" the blonde yelled down. "It's not bad once you get used to it," the brunette called back. "I'll wear my dust, thank you," the other woman now spoke up in a smoky voice. Doug hadn't really noticed this woman until now. She had short black hair, with a slim body like the blonde. What looked like a rope burn circled her neck. He hadn't noticed this before because of the kerchief that had covered her neck until they had reached the camp. Now as he studied the two women who sat by the fire, he realized that his personal favorite would have been the brunette. He could feel himself getting hard with the thoughts of what the woman in the stream would look like under the men's clothing she wore. His tied hands rubbed against his erection, trying to arrange things to a more comfortable position. When he looked toward the fire again, he was rewarded with what he wanted to see. The brunette stood there with a blanket draped around her shoulders, facing the cave. She wore nothing under the blanket. Her skin glistened as the firelight flashed off the beading water that was reluctant to leave her body. Her hair, wet and laid flat against her scalp was now the color of a raven's wing. He took in the scene in front of him in wonder. She was as beautiful as he had imagined, and his own body began to give him away. "Jesus! Worse than a kid," he muttered under his breath. He tried to think of anything that could get his mind off of her before she came into the cave and found him in this condition. "Shit! Too late," he thought as he heard footsteps approaching the cave. His face burning a scarlet red, he looked up into her face as she dropped the blanket from around her shoulders. "Um...it's been a while since I've been with a man. You care to oblige me?" she asked, the roughness now gone from her voice. Was there actually a softer side to this woman? He thought he detected a chink in the hard armor she had worn when holding up the train. "Well, Ma'am, as you can see I'm a bit tied up at the moment," he answered in his slow Texas drawl, holding his bound hands out to her. The hardness returned to her voice. "I've given them orders to shoot if you come out of this cave alone. Now, are you gonna' oblige me or not?" she questioned, giving him a steel-eyed look. "Do I have a choice?" asked the engineer. "Yes," she replied, "love me or die." "You drive a hard bargain, lady!" he answered. "Can you at least cut me loose so I can at least enjoy this?" "Just remember what I said," she said as she began loosening the rope binding his wrists. Leaving his feet tied, she settled down next to him on the pallet. Kneeling beside him, she slid his suspenders down over his shoulders. She then lifted his shirt over his head, laying it gently to the side. She let her hands travel over his chest, touching him softly as they made their way down to his pants. "Look, I promise you I ain't gonna' run," he said softly as his hand caressed her bare thigh. He could feel her tremble slightly under his touch as she bent to untie the rope that bound his ankles. Once she finished untying his ankles, she removed his boots and sat them to the side next to the growing pile of clothing. His pants were the last to go. He lifted his hips enough for her to slide the pants down his legs. Her hands were soft against his flesh and he felt his need start to burn for her again. As she turned back to him, he gently took her chin in his hand and cupped her face to where she was now looking into his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked in his soft Texas drawl. "It's better you don't know, but if you have to call me anything, my name is Misty." "Okay Misty. Come here," he said, reaching out to pull her to him. She straddled his legs and let her soft, damp curls cover his erection, teasing him as his mouth closed around her nipple. She sighed softly as his lips and tongue worked at first one of her breasts and then the other, giving them both his full attention. Feeling his hand slip between her legs, his fingers teased her clitoris, moving slowly back and forth, as gasps of pleasure purred out of her. Her head dropped back onto her shoulders and her lips parted slightly as her tongue moved over her lips moistening them. "God, you are a beautiful woman!" Doug breathed as he then removed his hand far enough to guide himself into her dampness. Grasping her hips he pushed up into her as far as he could, feeling her clench his manhood in a vice like grip. She began to move slowly on him, taking him fully into her and holding each stroke for a few seconds, before she let herself slide back up. She teased him in this way until he almost exploded. He suddenly grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her head back, exposing her neck as he lunged forward and buried his face against it. The urge for him to spill his seed into her getting even stronger. He began to think of other things just to keep this urge at bay. He gently cupped her head from behind and pulled it back to face him. She stopped moving on him. "Why?" he asked softly. "Because I'm lonely," she replied. He wrapped his arms around her and keeping his place inside her he placed her gently under him on the pallet. He gently pushed himself all the way into her again, hearing her soft moan. Looking into her eyes, he now saw a vulnerable woman. A beautiful, vulnerable woman. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and met his ever strengthening thrusts with her own. A tear ran from the corner of her eye as he pulled out of her and his seed splashed against her inner thigh. "Have I hurt you?" he asked, moving to lay by her side. "No!" she replied, angrily brushing away the tears. Moving away from him, she began gathering her clothing. "Wait! Don't go," Doug said, touching her arm lightly. "I gotta' get something to eat and I know you're probably hungry to," she said as she brushed his hand away. She left the cave without retying him. It wasn't like he wanted to go anywhere now anyway. Later that night he was awakened by the sound of the camp being dismantled. As he went to sit up, he realized that someone was lying next to him. "Misty?" he questioned quietly. "Yeah, it's me. Get some rest. We'll be moving at dawn." "Sounds like someone's already moving," he said in a low whisper. "The girls are moving ahead. I'll meet up with them later. Go back to sleep," she said. Doug lay back down and slowly wrapped his arms around the woman lying next to him. He waited to see if she would object. She didn't. She actually snuggled closer. He had a hard time going back to sleep, but finally drifted off just before dawn was breaking. Doug woke to someone shaking his shoulder. Misty stood fully clothed and ready to ride. Her .44 Ruger pointed at him, she said, "Let's go. I gotta' get you back to where you belong." "So, you're gonna let me go?" he asked. "You ain't gonna shoot me and leave me for the coyotes?" A smile flickered across her features and she said, "Not this time, cowboy! Let's go." Doug let her bind his hands again and she gave him a shove up onto the horse. "Train should be back by in a while. You can flag it down then. Keep riding to the south and you'll find it," she said and she slapped the horse on the rump to send them on their way. "Much obliged, Ma'am," Doug called back over his shoulder. "See you around, Mr. Engineer!" she called back. Three months went by and Doug was back in the train's engine. As he rounded a curve, he noticed an obstruction on the tracks. He couldn't conceal the smile as he began braking the train. "Bo!" he called. "Gonna need some help. Got something in the tracks ahead!" "Okay, Doug" he heard Bo call back. Stepping down off the train, two women appeared, each holding a Winchester trained on them. "Hello Gentlemen," called the dark headed woman, a smile creasing her beautiful features when she saw who the engineer was. Robby Chapter 1: Christmas Laura Miller idly tapped the plastic amber pill bottle with her freshly lacquered, pink fingernails. She had a lot of emotionally charged capital invested in that small container of Nembutal. She was sitting at the table in her neat-as-a pin kitchen. In addition to the white-capped bottle of pills, a packet of photographs and a long stemmed glass filled with Blue Nun sat on the table in front of her. The photographs had been taken last Christmas, a year ago tomorrow. They were the last images she had of her husband and daughter. A stupid drunk driver had made her new digital camera a relic three days later by ramming at high speed into the side of her husband's car and flattening the passenger compartment. Seth had been bringing Becky home from daycare while Laura was at her doctor's office getting a precautionary checkup. Ironically, she and Seth had recently decided it was time for another child. The memory of that day was seared into her memory as if it had been chiseled in granite... Laura was home, fretting about what could be holding up her usually punctual husband, when the doorbell rang. She answered the door and knew immediately that something was terribly wrong. Standing on the porch were an uncomfortable pair of men with grim visages - a state trooper, and Father O'Banyon. "Mrs. Miller?" asked the trooper. Laura only nodded her head up and down, her vocal cords suddenly useless. "Mrs. Miller, there has been an accident and it's my sad duty to inform you that your husband and daughter did not survive." Laura looked at him numbly, shaking her head back and forth in denial. No way could that be true; the daycare center was only four miles from their house. She looked at the parish priest; the daycare center was housed in his church's annex. "I am so sorry, Laura," Father O'Banyon said. "A drunken teenager in a stolen car ran the stop sign at Ridgewood at over eighty miles an hour. Seth and Becky died instantly; I administered last rites to them both. They died in a state of grace," the priest continued, crossing himself. Laura sagged against the doorjamb, the blood rushing from her head. Father O'Banyon helped her almost limp body into the house. In fewer than five minutes, her idyllic existence had been replaced by a purgatory that even Dante could not have imagined. Laura's mother and father flew in from Atlanta the day after the accident and took care of the arrangements. Laura was in a sleepless fog, unable to function. Her wonderful neighbors streamed in and out of the house, unobtrusively bringing food and tidying up. Laura made it through the funeral somehow. She drew upon her inner strength and tried to move forward. Her progress was fitful as she pushed the burden of living up the steep slope of her mountain of grief. Laura went back to work the first week of February, her damaged soul tightly concealed in the daily routine. Her coworkers at the bank gave her plenty of space, while making themselves available if she needed to talk to someone - which she mostly did not. After six months, she was recovered enough to vacation with her parents on an Alaskan cruise. The gentle rocking, scenery, and serenity of the cruise helped even more. She returned to Orlando thinking she might have reason for hope. After all, she was only twenty-seven, intelligent, and beautiful by any standard. By Labor Day, she was thinking about dating again. In October, she took the plunge and accepted a date with the brother of one of her coworkers. The date was a disaster, but not because of her. The guy was an egotistical, arrogant asshole who thought she should drop on her back and spread just because he had asked her out. He was wrong, and she most certainly did not. She had two more dates with different men that garnered much the same results. Oh well, at least dating, even bad dating, had gotten her out of the house and back among the living, she rationalized. Overall, though, she thought that she was going to make it. Then the holidays hit. She flew to Atlanta for Thanksgiving with her folks; her brother and sister were there with their spouses and kids for the traditional family get together. Seth had loved Thanksgiving; he would stuff himself and sit in a stupor in front of the television watching football games. She used to chide him about being such a slug, even though she secretly thought it was cute. Back in Orlando, things really started to go downhill for Laura, as everyday memories of the holiday traditions she and Seth had started haunted her. And so it went, until she reached her present position of desperate decisive action. Laura was thirty pink pills away from never having to worry about grief again. Laura took a slow sip of wine and spread the photographs from last Christmas onto the table for one last look. She smiled at the one of Seth pushing a joyous Becky on her new tricycle. She touched Seth's face on the photo of him grinning goofily as he held up the ugly sweater his Aunt Bertha had given him. Enough reminiscing, Laura thought as she reached for the bottle of pills; it was time to get this show on the road. She was pressing down on the childproof cap when the doorbell rang. She contemplated just ignoring it, and then realized that whoever was there might conclude something was wrong and call the police. She got up and padded to the door in her slippered feet. Laura answered the door and smiled in spite of herself. Of all the people who could be darkening her doorstep, her visitor was the one person she did not mind seeing one last time. Standing on the stoop was Robby Davis, a neighbor and probably Laura's best real friend. Robby was Robert Jefferson Davis, newly eighteen; he was the pride of the neighborhood. Robby was the son you wanted, or wanted dating your daughter. He was a polite, well-mannered honor student, Eagle Scout, and star baseball player. In addition, Robert Jefferson Davis was completely, totally, hopelessly, head over heels in love with Laura Miller. "Wow, Mrs. Miller, you look beautiful in that dress. Are you going out?" Robby asked. Laura had spent some time on her appearance for this evening. She wanted to be looking her best when her cold body was found. She was wearing a dark pink wrap dress; her makeup had been expertly applied and her corn silk blonde hair brushed until it shone like spun gold. She had carefully bathed and shaved her legs but decided against confining pantyhose or stockings. "Thank you, Robby. Nope, no plans. You look pretty good yourself. Hot date tonight?" Laura teased. Robby had put some thought into his wardrobe as well. He had dug out some gray Dockers and a nice burgundy shirt. He had eradicated the few whiskers he had on his chin and upper lip and slapped on some Drakkar aftershave. In addition, he wore a brass-buttoned blue blazer to complete his look. "No, ma'am. I just thought you shouldn't be alone tonight," Robbie said simply. Laura's eyes went big and round when he said that; he was the sweetest boy she had ever met. She knew it was his wonderfully sweet nature to care about people that way, but she was still touched. A nice conversation and another glass of wine and she would be mellow when she shuffled off this mortal coil. "Tell you what; I'll invite you in if you'll stop calling me Mrs. Miller. My name is Laura; Mrs. Miller sounds like I'm an old maid. If you want, I'll call you Rob or Robert like everyone else." Laura was one of only two people who still called him Robby and, truth be told, he liked it. He liked it very much. The way she pronounced it, Rob-bie, always sent a shiver up his spine. That's ok, Mrs. -- er -- Laura, you can call me Robby whenever you want." Laura smiled at his eager earnestness as she stepped aside so he could walk through the door. His scent wafted to her as he passed. She knew Robbie had a crush on her and thought it was cute. She did not tease or lead him on, but she did pay him attention and treat him like an adult. Robby really listened to her when she talked and was genuinely interested in what she had to say. They also both liked a lot of the same things, classic rock, Egyptology, and baseball, for instance. Laura let it slide that he sometimes talked to her breasts or stared at her trim butt and legs. His direct admiration was so sincere she could not help being flattered and not at all offended. Laura seated him on the couch and went to fetch him a drink. On impulse, she poured him a glass of wine as she topped off her own glass. She was startled that the wine bottle was empty. She carried the glasses back to the living room, handed Robby his, and sat on the couch next to, but not quite touching him. Robby surprised her by lightly clinking his glass to hers. "Merry Christmas, Laura," he said in a deep steady voice. His eyes followed her every move as her lips touched her glass and she sipped. Laura returned the toast and looked closely at her young friend. 'When had he grown up to be such a good looking young man?' she wondered. He had to be close to six feet tall now and his chest was broad and thick. Even his voice had changed; it was deeper and more masculine. 'My buddy must be breaking a lot of high school hearts,' she thought. She mentally winced at the thought of him sweating with some vacuous high school gum-chomping hottie. Robby broke her out of her reverie by reaching into the pocket of the jacket he had tossed on the back of the couch. "I have something for you," he said quietly. He handed her a small rectangular box wrapped in gold foil paper. "Robbie, you shouldn't have," she admonished as she took the small package. She slipped her manicured pink nail under the tape and neatly removed the gift-wrap. Then she flipped open the lid of the black velveteen jeweler's box. She looked down into the box, then quickly back up at Robby. The box contained a beautiful gold filigree chain with a dainty oval disk in the center. 'Laura' was engraved on the disk in a flowing script. She carefully took the chain out of the box and fingered the intricate design. She looked at him and beamed a megawatt smile from the core of her being. "This is so beautiful, Robby; I've never seen anything like it," she said. "It's an ankle bracelet," he said. Then, blushing furiously, he added, "I wanted you to have something from me that you could wear all the time. Please read the back." Laura looked at him quizzically then flipped over the disk. 'Love RJD' the inscription said. It was just too sweet and too unexpected. Laura looked at Robby and broke into tears. He had not expected that reaction and he was crushed that he had made her cry. "I'm sorry, Laura; I did not mean to offend you," he said, voice quavering. "That's not why I'm crying, silly," she said. "I love it; I'm crying because you went to all this trouble for me. Put it on for me please." Robby knelt on the floor and put her dainty foot on his knee. He fumbled with the clasp for a second before he finally got it hooked. 'Geez, even her ankles are beautiful,' Robby thought. Laura held her leg straight out turning her foot this way and that, the disk and chain sparkled in the lamplight. She was strangely proud that she had just gotten her legs nice and smooth for his touch and his gift. Robby sat back down next to her on the couch. Laura turned to him, put her arms around his neck, and hugged him. "It's perfect, Robby," she whispered in his ear. Robby held her in his arms and savored the feel of her. She fit against him, intimately congruent; it seemed as if every atom of their bodies were perfectly aligned. Finally, Laura leaned back in his arms; she was about to thank him again when their eyes met. Suddenly, everything else but his eyes ceased to be. It was the moment poets try to describe, the instant where two souls connect. 'It must be the wine', she thought as his lips slowly descended on hers. Robby's lips were soft and gentle; his kiss thrilled her to her toes. It was the most natural thing in the world to open her lips and accept his tongue. What was that moaning as their tongues met in her mouth? Was that her? Laura had never been an overly passionate woman. Sure, she had enjoyed making love with Seth, but it was mostly because of the closeness the act symbolized. They had been a modern day anomaly, two very Catholic virgins, when they wed. Neither had been adventurous in their shared bed; she had simply taken care of Seth's needs and did not think too hard about her own. Now, here she was on the couch making out with an eighteen-year-old boy, her body suddenly on fire. Robby broke the kiss and pulled back to look at her. Laura slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze. His look was pure adulation; Laura could not recall anyone every looking at her so lovingly. She reached up and touched his face tenderly. "Robby, we shou..." was all she managed to say before his lips descended on her again. Robby slid his hand from her back and captured her breast through her dress. Laura gasped into his mouth. 'I surely need to put a stop to this,' she thought. But it felt so good, her protest died on the tip of her hardening nipple. Robby reached down and unfastened the single button that held the wrap dress together then pushed the material aside. His touch on her naked flesh felt as if molten lava were being poured onto her skin. Robby was not new to this she realized as he expertly opened her bra with one hand. But that was fine with her as he built on his expertise and palmed her naked breast. Robby released her lips and dipped his head to capture her turgid nipple. "Oh, Robby; we shouldn't be doing this," she finally weakly protested. Robby released her nipple, straightened up, and looked her in the eye again. "Yes, we should, Laura. I love you; you are all I think, dream, or care about." Once again, he had stunned her. His steady tone left no doubt about his sincerity, but what was shocking was the realization that he had said exactly what she had wanted to hear. Laura nodded and let her head fall back against the couch. She held his head and guided it back to her breast for whatever adoration he had in mind. Robby never paused in his worship of her medium sized, perfectly shaped breasts as they quietly worked in unison to free her of her now-superfluous dress and bra. Stripped to her panties, she gracefully laid supine on the couch. Robby stood up and shed his shirt. Laura's breath caught in her throat as his muscular, albeit almost hairless chest was exposed. She held up her arms to him in silent entreaty as he kicked off his loafers. He lay down on top of her and kissed her. The feel of his naked skin on hers felt indescribably good and totally appropriate. Robby removed her embarrassingly wet white lace panties as they kissed. She could feel her vagina pumping out its secretions as it spasmed involuntarily. Robby began to kiss his way down her torso. It was a new experience for her; she was steadily moaning as he worshipfully lavished attention on her body. Suddenly, Robby's face was between her thighs and his lips were on her vagina. She had heard about oral sex and, quite frankly, had never figured out what all the fuss was about. She thought the whole concept was slightly repugnant. She was about to push his head away when his quivering tongue found her clitoris. Her hands on his head reversed direction and pulled him closer to her groin as a lightening bolt of pleasure shot through her. Her moaning increased in volume and pitch as he captured her pink nubbin and lashed it with his tongue tip. Her moans turned to a high-pitched squeal as the most intense orgasm of her life seized her. She thrashed about on the couch as if she had been electrocuted, then every muscle in her body seem to tense at once. "Oh, Robbiiee," she screamed. Robby was gently kissing her thighs as little aftershocks caused her to twitch. Gradually, her body relaxed. "Make love to me now, Robby. I need to feel you inside me," she begged. Robby stood up and quickly doffed the rest of his clothing. His penis sprang straight out when he pulled off his briefs. Laura reached out and captured his phallus in her hand. It was big, but not overly so, and perfectly shaped with a slight upward curvature. Laura released him and he crawled between her thighs. She watched with a surprising detachment as he swiped his flared helmet up and down her sparsely haired slit to spread and open the fleshy lips of her love tunnel. Finally, he was fully lubricated, seated squarely at her entrance, and pushing into her. She was so wet that he slipped right in. When he bottomed out at the end of the initial stroke, Laura's eyes rolled back in her head. She had never been so turned on or so full in her life. She realized she had been holding her breath and released it with a hiss as if he had penetrated and released her lungs to work once more. Laura pulled her knees back towards her chest to make more room for her young lover as he increased the speed of his strokes. The upper side of his shaft was riding deliciously against her g-spot and each time his hard body contacted her clit it caused her to soar towards another climax. She could not help herself from digging her nails in his back as she hit her peak. She wailed out his name again as she came. Her clinching vagina caused him to erupt. The feel of his semen splashing against her womb sent her even higher into now-speechless happiness. They made love twice more that night in her bed, with the same results. She was eventually worried about him getting into trouble for being gone so long and out so late but he said he had it covered. Somehow, his self-assurance was really all she needed. At two in the morning, with reality re-emerging, she slipped out from under his arm and out of the bed. Throwing on her robe, she tiptoed out of the room and walked to the kitchen. She picked the bottle of pills up from the table and pried the cap off. She poured the pills into her hand and stared at the small pink triangles in fascination. She walked to the sink and pulled a glass out of the cabinet, then turned on the tap. With one last look at the Nembutal, she upended her hand into the sink and watched them swirl and wash down the drain; then she poured herself a glass of cold water and enjoyed it with quiet calm. Between love rounds two and three, she and Robby had talked for a long time about their relationship. She had professed that she loved him but was resigned to them not having a real future because of their age difference. Robby, however, did not feel that way. He said they would work it out and find some way to be together. "After all," he told her, "Christmas, is a time for miracles." "Amen to that," Laura said to herself as she rewound the conversation in her head for the tenth time. She was living proof that love could fix just about anything as she happily walked back to the bedroom, dropped her robe, and reentered the warmth of their bed wearing only her shiny new ankle chain. Robby and I Robby and I had known each other forever, we had grown up together and he was just always there. Our parents were friends and our birthdays were only a few weeks apart. He was like a brother to me. Having grown up together, we shared all of the typical youth experiences. When we were kids we did everything together; played in the woods, went fishing, played baseball together, rode bikes, built forts, and even drank our first beer together which we skillfully lifted from Robby's dad. Even after high school, we still were thick as thieves. We usually hung out on the weekends and would girl watch at the mall and talk about what we would do with them, given half a chance. We had more opportunities as we grew older to experiment and discover. We would watch VCR tapes of cheap, bad porn that we would get from friends and we treasured every frame on them like they were gold. And as we got older, we got braver. Pissing in front of each other became commonplace and we got to see each others cock in various states of excitement. Robby's cock seemed familiar to me, as it looked very much like mine; about 5-1/2 - 6 inches, smooth as ivory and circumcised. My penis had a slightly larger head, wider than the shaft and shaped more like a mushroom. The head of Robby's stick seemed a little longer, narrower and more pointed. One summer night, we were standing next to each other taking a piss in Robby's backyard. I could see his proud dick in the pale moonlight, it looked so beautiful; shiny and smooth. The night air felt great on our cocks and balls and mine soon began to react and stiffen. I was so horny and a little scared. I steeled myself and reached over and held Robby's cock while he pissed. I was terrified about how he would react. Would he be upset? Would he hit me? Would he touch me? He simply removed his hand and let me guide his stream. I could feel his cock getting harder and slightly throbbing as I held it lightly. It was so soft and smooth and it felt amazing to me. Neither of us said a word, and as we finished and I gave both of us a shake. Robby turned slightly and pulled his schlong out of my hand and we both zipped up. I was dizzy with excitement as we went back inside to watch some more bad porn. Neither of us had ever jerked off in front of the other, but I know I jerked off in private several times a day. I knew Robby did too. When we sat down, it was a little closer to each other and we could almost feel the heat from each others body. The bad 70's porn began again. As we were watching the cheap plot unfold, I was cupping my balls and rubbing my cock through my shorts with my thumb. All of the sudden, I felt Robby's hand touch my dick about half way up the shaft. Neither of us making a sound, I was paralyzed with excitement. My dick began to grow even harder and Robby began to lightly rub me. After a few stunned seconds, I realized I could be doing the same to him and reached over and gave his bulge a squeeze. We rubbed each other for a few minutes, pretending to watch the tape, but only concentrating on each others cocks. Eventually I started to unzip Robby's shorts and began to massage his prick and balls through his undies. He did the same to me and we were separated from each other by only a thin layer of our "tighty whiteies". My heart was racing and I could hear it pounding in my head and I could feel Robby's dick twitching. Robby, feeling a little bolder, pulled my penis out of my underwear and began stroking me. The feel of his hand on my penis was marvelous! I savored the feel; and, for a few brief moments, there existed nothing but my shaft in his hand. Electricity was flowing from his hand right into my crotch and up my spine, it was exquisite. Coming back to reality, I slipped my fingers under the elastic band of Robby's undies, and before I knew it, I was holding his wonderfully smooth cock again. We stroked each other almost to the point of cumming several times, taking cues from the pace of stroking from the other. We stood up facing each other, just a few inches apart, both almost panting from excitement. We kicked off our shorts and underwear, our hard young hard cocks bobbing at each other. Robby, holding himself by the base, used his cock like a sword and while making Star Wars light-saber sounds, we had a cock-saber fight! It was fun and exciting to feel another persons bare penis against my own. The slapping of our "swords" together only served to make them harder. A tempering of flesh, so to speak. After a few minutes, I grabbed both of our cocks and placed them together pointing straight up with the bottom sides touching. I could feel our balls hitting each other. I lightly stroked the mass consisting of both of our hot hard penises with my right hand and rubbing our four balls with my left. The feeling was unique and thrilling. Robby thought so also and stroked us that way for a while. Robby put our cocks side by side, head to base. This let us compare our cock sizes a little better. My cock was thicker and a bit longer than his. Robby's balls were about the size of pecans, while mine were just a tad larger, about the size of walnuts. We alternated stroking the dual monsters and each others balls. It soon became too exciting for both of us and we each began to jerk our own cocks. I could feel the pressure building up inside me as I watched Robby stroking his meat with the same fervor. As I felt my balls tighten, I knew what was about to happen. I came first, shooting fast and hard. Almost violent spurts of hot cum left my cock with seemingly tremendous velocity, landing on the floor of Robby's rec room basement. Seeing me cum sent Robby's balls into spasms and he began squirting long streams of thick, hot, white cum; one of them landing across my foot. We both came for what seemed an eternity, feeding off of the excitement of the other. Soon we were spent and reached to feel each others cock while they twitched and begin to slightly deflate. Rubbing the cum covered heads of our cocks together felt amazing. As we cleaned up, I didn't think I could feel closer or more connected to anyone. We now had a secret pass time, watching porn and jerking each other off. It was not long until we were cumming at the manipulation of the others hand. Cumming without touching yourself was something new and wonderful. Even more thrilling, at least to me, was making someone else cum! The power to decide how long someone else felt pleasure and how intense the pleasure was felt heady and intoxicating. All through college we were each trying to land girls and get some pussy. We dated, but if neither of had a date with a girl, we would jerk each other off to porn. One winter night, we were in Robby's car drinking a beer. We parked in a strip mall parking lot, looking around, we were at the far corner from the stores and there was no one around. We were talking about the hottest girls in school and how much we wanted to fuck them. We talked about our dates and parking. We had both felt up girls and had our cocks rubbed by girls, but had never cum with a girl. Talking about the possibility of sex was enough to make my cock hard. Instinctively I started to rub my boner and I noticed Robby was doing the same. We talked about what we wanted to do with girls and we began talking about fucking and eating pussy. Neither of us had done either of those things, but we had seen it on our porno collections. I reached over and began stroking Robby through his pants; his cock, responding to my touch, grew ever harder. As we talked, I unbuttoned his 501s and pulled his cock and balls into the coolness of the winter air in his car. I also brought out my penis and began stroking us both in rhythm. Robby asked if I had ever had a blowjob. I could feel his cock straining as he spoke. I said no and asked if he had. No, he said, but had always wanted to see what it felt like. I was flush with excitement and anticipation. Glancing around to make sure no one was around, I bent over and placed the head of Robby's cock in my mouth. He moaned and I felt his hips moving up to shove more of his cock in my warm, wet mouth. Having a cock in my mouth was a taboo feeling. The softness of his skin and sponginess of the head of his cock was intoxicating. I took about half of his cock in my mouth and continued to stroke him with my hand. I was amazed at the smoothness of his cock. Had I let him, I know he would have shoved every inch of prick in my mouth. Robby began moaning and thrusting; and in what seemed like seconds, he blasted his seed into my mouth. I knew it was coming, but did not know what it would feel like. As the hot jism pumped into my mouth, part of it went into my throat and I swallowed out of reflex. I pulled his cock out just a bit so only the head of his cock was in my mouth. Fortunately, this provided enough room in my mouth to catch every last drop of his cum. It tasted strong and musky, yet sweet. I gaged slightly but kept the my lips sealed around the head of his cock until the spasms in his balls slowed and the jets of hot cum ceased. As I pulled my mouth off of his knob, I had a mouthful of thick cum. I had swallowed a bit of his first shot, but did not want to swallow the rest. I opened the car door and, without spitting, I let the cum drip from my mouth onto the asphalt parking lot. I liked the thickness and the viscosity of his cum, it felt good in my mouth, thick, gooey and rich. I closed my lips and swallowed the last bit of his man juice. Looking over at Robby, I saw his cock, wet and shiny with my spit, was laying on his leg. He had his head tilted back with his eyes closed and his hands on the steering wheel. A few moments later he recovered and looked over at me. Seeing my now raging hardon, he reached over and began stroking. He stroked me until I came, catching my cum in a napkin. As we finished our beers, I was thinking this was the first blowjob for both of us; my first giving, his first receiving. We both knew it would be my turn soon to empty my balls into Robby's mouth. We laughed giddily and I asked him how it had felt. All Robby could muster was that it felt good. A little later, curiosity got to him and he asked me how his spunk tasted. I told him it was not that bad, in fact it was pretty good, I guess. I knew this was a beginning and I would be tasting much more of his cum and he would be drinking mine. For the next week, sucking Robby's cock was all I could think of! I must have jerked myself off three times a day thinking about it. We saw each other at school and after school, but never spoke of our sexual exploits. Usually we had other friends around us and were not alone, so it was understandable. The next weekend, I scored a six pack of beer and as we drove around, I already had a huge hard on in anticipation of what would be coming. We parked in an apartment complex near the swimming pool. It was the middle of winter, so nobody came anywhere near us. We talked about a girl we both wanted to fuck that lived in the complex. It wasn't long until we were both horny and had our dicks out in the cold air once again. This time, Robby bent over and slid 3/4 of my cock into his mouth, barely touching it. I could feel his hot breath on the entire length of my boner until he gently closed his lips around me. It was the best feeling I had ever felt; completely foreign, yet instantly welcome and coveted. Robby began rubbing my balls and bobbing his head up and down about 2 inches on my cock. Each stroke feeling better than the last, I knew I would not last long. I really wanted to taste Robby again so I pulled his head from from my cock, making a slight popping sound as suction on my cock head was broken. He looked at me with a puzzled expression. I leaned over and he instantly knew i wanted his beautiful cock in my mouth. He leaned back and I took most of his cock in a single stroke. It filled my mouth and came to the back of my throat. This time I was more aware of the details. He smelled great, his scent was manly and intimately familiar. I breathed in deeply with his cock filling my mouth. I closed my eyes and pushed my head down even further as his penis hit the back of my throat. I wanted even more of him than my mouth could take but choked. Robby loved the feeling of me choking and his hand went to the back of my head and pushed down. He wasn't being mean, just caught up in the moment. I was determined to take all of him. As he pressed the back of my head, I felt the head of his cock enter my throat and then, in a flash, I had his entire member in my mouth and throat. Robby let out a moan and tried to push even further. I was able to suppress my gag reflex, and have since mastered it. Despite his bucking hips, there was no more prick to be pushed down my throat and I lifted off his cock, stopping with his head between my lips. I quickly filled my mouth with his meat as I pushed my head back down, pushing past the back of my throat and took all of him in, and held it. Robby was writhing in ecstasy and I knew it would not be long before he blew another delicious load in my mouth. Suddenly Robby pulled me up and took a few deep breaths, trying not to cum. He was teetering on the edge. Robby was not finished with me yet. He grabbed my cock and began rapidly stroking me. He really knew how to jerk off a cock and was getting me worked up very quickly. I leaned back and enjoyed the sensations with my eyes closed. Without warning I felt the incredible sensation of hot breath all around my cock and suddenly being enveloped my a warm mouth. Robby worked my cock with earnest and tenderness. He tried taking all of me, but could not quite get past the back of his throat. Robby was not one to five up and took every bit of my cock as he could handle, occasionally gaging. I ran my fingers through his hair as i felt the head of my cock in the back of his throat. This signaled Robby to apply even more suction and pick up the pace. I was in heaven as he worked his masterful mouth over my cock. Robby knew some tricks, he reached down and gave my balls a squeeze, then a gentle tug, then alternated between the two. Soon I was past the tipping point and my balls tightened up. Robby knew exactly what this meant and began pumping my cock with his mouth even faster. I almost shouted I'm coming! as I lightly held his head down in my lap, feeling his hair run between my fingers. In another second, a huge load of hot, sticky, white cum began flowing from my balls as I erupted into Robby's hungry mouth. I shuttered as I had one of the most mind blowing orgasms ever. I must have shot at least nine times into Robby's mouth. As my hot spunk flowed, he sucked on the head of my cock and continued jacking me off. He sucked every bit of cum from my cock and I convulsed in post orgasmic bliss. He removed his mouth from my cock, I could tell he had a full mouth of my seed. He opened his car door and spit it out. We looked at each other and laughed nervously, not sure what we should say. A few minutes later, Robby began playing with himself. It dawned on me that he had not cum yet. Not really sure if I could suck him after I came, I was determined to try. I leaned over again and put the head of his cock into my mouth. Robby was even more horny, having sucked a huge load out of my balls. His hips rose to meet me as he drove his rod into my mouth. I couldn't take him all right away, but did the best I could. I puled his cock out of my mouth and took his warm nuts into my mouth. He absolutely loved it and a moan escaped from his slightly cum crusted lips. I went back to work on his shaft, thrusting it deep into my throat. Again, I was finally able to feel him enter my throat and I was able to extend my tongue a bit. What an effect that had! Robby began bucking and pulling his cock almost out of my mouth and slamming it back in as deep as he could. I could tell he was about to cum and I put my hand on his shaft to limit the depth of his strokes. I squeezed his shaft as he pumped and I felt an eruption moving up his pole. It was like watching an oil well erupt. Robby shot fiery hot spurts of cum into my mouth and I decided to just swallow. As each shot of molten lava was fired into my mouth and throat, I answered with a deep swallow and even more suction. Robby was going nuts and bucking wildly as I drained him of his molten desire. After a few minutes, I had sucked him soft and his balls were shriveled and empty. We smiled at each other. I told him I really liked swallowing his cum. He admitted he wished he had swallowed my load. I promised him there would be plenty more opportunities! But more on that later...