Now, instead of junk food, Robin's mouth was full of hot, throbbing, adult cock. She had waited until Chinga was on the brink of orgasm before she started to give him head, and now it was obvious she fully intended to suck his nuts inside out.
I could see the whole thing with crystal clarity. Despite the dark room, I had a luminescent background to highlight the slurping action for me. Chinga had drunk so muck beer he'd forgotten to turn off the television set before he went to bed. Every detail of what was happening was spectacularly evident from my vantage point.
Not only was the little kid sucking Chinga's overgrown hard-on, she was deep-throating it. Linda Lovelace couldn't have done any better than this innocent-looking ten-year-old.
"Oh, suck my cock," Chinga was moaning in writhing pleasure. "Suck my cock, you little bitch."
Now her mouth fucking was getting more varied. She was actually stroking him with her lips now, moving them up and down his shaft in a pink blur. I expected his foreskin must be taking a beating – she was probably ensnaring it with her teeth as it rode back and forth along his column.
"I'm gonna come," Chinga hissed as though it were a threat. "I'm gonna come in your mouth, you little bitch."
He hoisted his loins at least six inches from the bed in a mighty pelvic thrust. She coolly responded by finding his asshole from nowhere and sticking a finger up it. When she pulled it out like a plug, his cock visibly lurched down her throat and it was obvious he was coming in her like a geyser.
But I didn't see a drop. Never saw a drop. The little glutton swallowed every molecule of Chinga's cum. It was a neat performance by a beautiful little girl.
Needless to say, I couldn't wait to see what she would do next. Being a spectator at something like this was almost as big a turn-on as participating in kinky sex myself. I was a voyeur, and it felt delicious.
"Wow, you are a little cocksucker, aren't you?" Chinga said in awe when she'd downed the last glob of jizz. "I can't wait to get inside your tight, young pussy. I've never fucked anybody with no hair around their cunt."
"Well, come and get it," she said from the end of the bed, leering like an experienced call girl from between her widely spread legs.
When I automatically looked toward her exposed cunt, I realized I was still in luck. Robin had situated herself in such a way that the television screen continued to provide an illuminating background for my one-eyed peeping. I wouldn't miss a single stroke or drop of juice when they started fucking.
In the meantime, as Chinga maneuvered toward her, I gazed at the wondrous simplicity of Robin's bare pussy. Without any hair in the way, it appeared as a crimson cleft that rose from the vee of her thighs. It was only when it opened that it was possible to see the broiling inferno inside telling the true story of its nature.
Even though Robin had the physique of a ten-year-old girl, inside she was a lush, ripe woman. I knew, just from having sucked her cunt earlier in the evening, that once Chinga got his cock between her legs he'd forget all about age and just concentrate on the meat.
By the time Chinga brought his cock-head to the mouth of Robin's pussy, she was dripping with arousal. Consequently, his prick slid easily inside a couple of inches. It was only after penetration was achieved that the tightness developed.
She was wriggling her ass, making the muscles tight on purpose. Obviously she wanted the insertion of his cock up her cunt to be slow and grueling. I guess she was trying to wear the old man out.
Chinga fought her. A grown man fighting a ten-year-old girl. Weapons: prick and pussy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have moaned after every stab of his cock.
With my view of the action virtually televised, I was a witness to every increment of penetration. Chinga was forcibly stuffing his huge tool down Robin's ten-year-old pussy, and she loved it. Her ultimate response was to wrap her spindly legs around his waist and yank him forward even further.
I hadn't thought it possible, but after several minutes of fucking, all I could see of Chinga's equipment were his balls. His prick was buried to the hilt in Robin's cunt. He was fucking the little girl all the way.
"Do it to me, Mr. Chinga," she groaned. "Fuck me as hard as you can with your big, strong cock."
He powered away inside of her, as heedless of her tender age as I had earlier predicted. She must have felt like the head of his dick was going to come out her throat he was lancing her small body so deeply.
"Come in me!" she unabashedly implored. "Let me feel your cumin my pussy!"
No man could resist an invitation like that.
He lurched forward, and came with even more fury than he had in her mouth. This time, without a belly to contain it all, excess jizz began welling at the engorged rim of her orifice almost immediately.
Pretty soon her girlish thighs were wet with adult sperm.
When Chinga pulled his cock out, it was silhouetted against the glow of the television screen. Two fucks hadn't taken a thing out of it – it was still long and hard, twitching for more action. He was like a horny teenager.
Robin noticed it too, of course. "So you've still got it up," she teased. "I suppose you want to fuck me in the ass now."
"Where did a young girl like you learn all this?" Chinga blurted in awe.
So, her sexual precocity had even rattled the rough, tough outlaw. The little tart had the big lug falling all over himself.
"I have good teachers in school," the kid answered his question.
"You're kidding," he replied in a hush. "You mean like the bitch who took you kids to the bank?"
Robin nodded her head. "Miss Turner's the one who introduced me to the black janitor with the eleven-inch cock. She was there for my first ass-job."
"Then why don't we just get her up and ask good old Miss Turner to help you out again?" Chinga was seized with sudden inspiration. He was such a borderline pyschopath all of his misgivings had vanished the instant he sensed the possibility of adding some fresh meat to the stew.
Robin went for it. Crawling over to the other bed, she straddled her teacher's face with her cum-dripping loins and shoved her sloppy cunt in Miss Turner's mouth and nose. It was an unusual way of waking somebody up, but it worked quicker than smelling salts.
"Mmmmmm, Robin," Miss Turner murmured dreamily, "I thought I could taste your pussy. Why are you sitting on my face? Do you want sex, darling?"
"I've been fucking the dude that kidnapped us," Robin replied from atop her cuntsucking mentor. "He wants you to help us get his big cock in my ass – you know, like you did with Willie the janitor."
"You told?" Miss Turner blurted out beneath Robin's smearing crotch, rapidly coming to life.
"Who cares?" Robin shrugged. "He's a kidnapper – nobody'd believe anything he said."
"Well, I don't know," the teacher replied, slipping her mouth out from under Robin's snatch so she could talk more easily. "How big is his cock?"
"It's a monster," Robin answered gleefully. "I just know it'll split my ass in two – but first somebody's got to grease it up for me."
"Okay, I'll do it," the teacher finally agreed. "I'm still responsible for you, and I want to see that you don't get hurt."
I was impressed. However, it quickly became obvious that Miss Turner wasn't acting out of a sense of duty alone when she slipped out from under the covers.
Nude, she had a blush across her firm breasts that could only come from sexual arousal. However, the real tip-off to her horniness was her gushing cunt. When she leaned over in front of the television screen, a perfect rear-view of her pussy showed its thick juice to be streaming down her thighs.
Now, Miss Turner turned to the business of inspecting the fitness of Chinga's cock for her young charge's narrow ass. She stroked and licked it, going over every inch with her fingertips and tongue. From the way she smacked her lips it passed the test.