But then Pete leaned along her back and clamped his hand over her mouth, muffling the noise. He shushed her again and again. He tried to hold onto her jerking, spasming body, and his arm went around her chest so that his hand completely covered her tit.
"Oh! Oh, God!" he whimpered, realizing that his hand was filled with hard, firm, big-nippled tit-flesh at last. He felt the way her ass-cheeks clenched around his jerking rod, as if the naked globes were trying to milk the sperm right out of his balls.
He hung on. He felt terrible, touching her and mauling her like this, but he couldn't stop the way his hips began pumping up against her shaking butt.
At the same time, there was a groan from the sofa, and he looked up to see Mr. Gorman grind his hips downward between Mrs. Eglund's widespread thighs.
The naked ass-cheeks shuddered. The womanly hips lifted and tossed, and even the sucking sounds of wet, spasming pussy-flesh around spurting prick came through the window.
Pete sucked in his breath. It caught in his lungs and stopped him from making another sound. He couldn't protest when Robin turned in his grip and squatted on her heels in front of him.
He could only look down and see the way her knees were spread wide, and her thighs were drenched with moisture, and her hot, wet, pink little pussy-hole sucked and spasmed at him.
He could see that her halter had slipped when she'd turned, and that one of her fresh, pink-nippled tits was jutting right towards him from her chest.
He could see the way Midnight kept pushing his sleek, black head in between her thighs and the way his long tongue kept licking and licking at her gash.
He realized then that it hadn't been his pants-covered prick pressing against her butt that had made her come and yell so loudly. Midnight had been licking her cunt!
His prick nearly exploded in his pants. He felt her fingers fumbling with his fly, and that didn't help. He tried to speak, to tell her not to go any farther, but he only made strangling sounds.
Then his cock sprang from the gap in his pants and burst into the warm night air. He saw Robin stare right at the pulsing, swollen head. He saw her eyes go wide as she caught sight of the glimmering string of oil drooling from the big slit.
Wide with what? Shock? Hatred for him now? He wanted to fling his arm over his eyes and bawl.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck me, Pete!" she cried weakly.
She held his cock. Her hand slid up and down it. Her palm smeared over the oily tip, and he knew she would be utterly repulsed by his shamelessly leaking shaft. To make matters worse, if she didn't stop jacking him like that, he was going to do more than just leak. He was going to blast a bucket of hot sperm right into her face.
He thought of how terrible that would be. He would spatter her lips and chin. His prick would hose against her tits, until the stuff was drooling down her belly to her – to her pussy!
Midnight whipped his head around at just that moment. He saw the throbbing rod of flesh jutting towards him. He caught a whiff of its scent. His tail whipped back and forth with excitement. He took a last lap at his mistress' pussy and then lapped at the pulsing, velvety rod of prick.
"Yaaaaaah!" Pete wailed, sound finally breaking through the barrier in his throat.
His balls pumped. His prick exploded. The wet, rasping tongue licking up along the bottom of his cock-head had done it. That and the way Robin's fingers were circled around the base – and all the rest of it.
Sperm blew from his cock like never before. The stuff hosed in a strong jet, squirting against Midnight's muzzle and spraying off onto Robin's bare, pink-nippled tit. A sticky stream flowed from her nipple and drooled onto her naked thigh.
And then Midnight was licking and licking at the spurting stream, just the way he'd take a drink from the garden hose. His tongue tip battered the pulsing, spraying cock-head with each lap, and the direction of flow changed erratically, jets of sperm shooting this way and that.
He saw one spurt onto Robin's lips. He felt her fingers tighten around the base of his prick as if with shock, and he knew he'd really messed everything up now.
Not only had he made a shameless spectacle of himself, but he'd sullied her beautiful, kissable mouth in the process.
He wanted to die.
"Ohhhhh, Pete! What a beautiful prick! What a hot cock! What yummy stuff hosing out of it! Ohhhhh, darling, fuck me – fuck me!" Robin cried.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Pete wailed. "I'm sorry, Robin! I'm sorry!"
But she wasn't listening. She was pulling him towards her by his prick, nuzzling her cheek against the hard, drooling shaft, sliding her fingers along it, reaching into the gap for his balls.
"Come with me, Pete!" she gasped huskily.
She rose to her feet. She plastered her young, willowy body against his, moving her chest so that her slippery tit slid over his shirt, which blotted up the sperm on the conical slope.
She lifted his stiff, throbbing cock up between her thighs and moved her hips back and forth, making her wet pussy-lips wrap around the top of the shaft and slide silkily.
"Ahhhhhh!" Pete cried, feeling that and something besides.
"Let's go to the guest house, Pete!" Robin gasped. "Ohhhhh, I want that big prick inside my wet pussy! I want you to fuck me!"
"Ohhhhhh, so hot, so wet! God, what's happening to my cock! I feel like I'm fucking you right now! Ahhhhhh!"
The head of his dick was being sucked and licked and battered still. The shaft was completely surrounded with silky, slippery pussy-flesh.
Robin looked over her shoulder and saw his cock-head thrusting out from under her crotch, as if she had a cock growing out of her asshole. Midnight was there behind her, and he was still licking and slurping at the throbbing prick-head, his long tongue running between her thighs and along the bottom of Pete's shaft, then flicking over the tip of his prick and slapping into the groove of her ass.
"Ohhhh, God!" she shivered, pressing tightly against Pete. "Midnight wants to fuck, too! He just can't stop licking at your wet prick and my wet pussy! Ohhhh, Pete, hurry!"
She pulled away from him, still holding onto him by his shaft, which was now all slippery with her pussy-juice. She took a last look through the window and saw Logan's heavy, wet cock being withdrawn from her mother's drenched cunt-hole, and she shivered again.
I'm going to get fucked, too, Mommy! she cried inwardly.
She swept her panties and shorts from the sand. She began running through the dry warmth of it, pulling Pete along with her. Midnight galloped along beside them, panting and grinning, a sleek shadow in the night.
Robin opened the door and pulled Pete inside and turned on the light. The guest house was a little unit facing the tidal inlet at the back of the main house, which faced the Gulf. The cabin cruiser floated like a white ghost against the black water, where it was docked not two hundred yards from the guest house.
Pete looked at her in the blaze of light, blinking and gasping over the first clear sight of her naked tit, the swollen nipple, the naked hips and wet bush where her pussy was.
"Robin! Ohhhh, we shouldn't be in here together like this!"
She tried to keep the anger and frustration from her voice, but she couldn't. She looked down at his hard cock thrusting from the gap in his pants and then at his face.
"Damn you, Pete, stop saying we shouldn't do things all the time!"
His chin quivered. "I knew it! I knew you were going to get mad! Oh, Robin, I'm sorry for what happened out there! God, I wish we were still at the movie!"
His eyes shied from her naked body. He looked at the twin double beds in the little house and swallowed. He saw the doorway leading to the bathroom at one end and the little kitchen alcove just beside it. He watched Midnight jump up onto one of the beds and sit there with his black tail swishing back and forth, watching them.