Chapter 4
Dinner turned out to be sandwiches, big thick sandwiches consisting of thick slabs of meat between chunks of bread. By the time they had gotten downstairs Mr. Wilson had stripped down to his shorts and Rob could see a huge bulge pressing against the clean white cloth. Wilson had given Rob a big handshake and then pointed to a chair next to him, indicating that Rob should sit there.
"I always like to get something to eat before I start fucking so I'll have the energy to finish anything I start," he laughed as he took a big bite out of a sandwich, and a gulp of beer. "Go ahead, dig in."
Rob didn't need a second invitation. He grabbed the biggest sandwich on the tray and took a king-sized bite out of it. Cathy and Laurie approached Mr. Wilson and started to give him kisses, which he returned as he chewed on his sandwich.
"Nice and young," he said to Rob as the girls pulled up chairs and started eating too. "Just the way I like them. My wife tells me you've been busy while I was still at work."
"Ummm," Rod nodded continuing to busy himself with his sandwich.
"A little back-door action, I hear," Wilson grinned. Rob blushed, and tried in his sandwich.
"The boy's blushing," Wilson laughed, as he grinned at his wife. "Did you enjoy it, love?"
"God, yes," she breathed clearing her throat.
"Tell him how much, maybe he'll stop blushing," Wilson commanded.
"I enjoyed it so much that I'd like him to ream me again right now," she smiled, looking around the table and acknowledging her husband's broad smile. "I'd like him to shove his prick up my ass as deep as he can, and then I'd like to feel that prick all the way down my throat. By then my cunt will be begging to sample that lovely stiff weapon."
"Now you can stop your blushing," Wilson smiled. "You're a certified stud. Anyone who can get that bitch ranting and raving about cock has got to be good."
Rob smiled self-consciously. The idea of sitting around the table nude with his sister, her girlfriend, and her girlfriend's parents was still new to him and he felt slightly uncomfortable.
"Now, how are we going to split up tonight?" Wilson asked as he looked around the table. "Should we draw lots?"
"You can draw anything you want," Mrs. Wilson said, "as long as I start out with Rob. I've only had him one way and it has been a while since I've had someone besides you, "Okay," Wilson said. "I'll start out with these two tender specimens here and then we'll all meet downstairs."
"Come on Rob," Mrs. Wilson said, rising from the table and leading him out to the hallway where she led him down to the basement. "We have an extra-large shower down here and we're both a bit sweaty so why don't we get comfortable? There are so many things I want to do with you."
Rob smiled and followed Mrs. Wilson down the stairs to a large, comfortably upholstered playroom, through the room and into a large shower stall that seemed almost half the size of his bedroom at home. Mrs. Wilson stepped in and turned the jets of hot water on and the room was almost instantly filled with steam. She pulled Rob under the water, and he felt the hot jets of the needle spray cut into his body, blasting the sweat off his skin and making him feel fresh again.
"Here," Mrs. Wilson said, "try this liquid soap, it'll make you smell as delicious as you are."
Her deep throaty voice sent a shiver up Rob's spine. He could almost feel her throat vibrate as she uttered each word, staring him straight in the eye. She poured some of the soap into her hand and the passed the bottle to him. She started soaping the length of her body, cupping her small breasts in her hands and carefully soaping each nipple, working her way down the length of her torso and her legs, massaging the soap thoroughly into the thick bush of dark hair that protruded prominently from the triangle of flesh that was formed where her legs came together, and then massaged some along the dark slit that was just barely visible through the thick forest of hair.
"I'll get you nice and soapy in just a minute, lover," she breathed coming up behind him. She reached her hands under his armpits, tipped the bottle he held in one hand so that the soap poured into her other palm and then hugged Rob tightly so that her torso smeared soap along his back. Rob could feel her breasts poking into his back and he could feel her deliberately slip and slide along his back, transferring the soap from her tits to his body. His cock, already fully erect, began throbbing.
Mrs. Wilson dipped her hands together and spread soap over them and then brought her hands to Rob's neck and dug her fingers into his muscles. He felt a sharp pain followed by a wave of pleasure spread through his body as his muscles rippled underneath Mrs. Wilson's skilled fingers.
Now she moved her hands around his torso and under his armpits and opened them wide, spreading the soap thickly over his chest and the few scraggly hairs that encircled his nipples with wide, strong circular movements.
"Mrs. Wilson-"
"Call me Vikki," she breathed. "My mother loved Victoria, but that's a bit too formal, isn't it, Robbie?"
"Uh, Vikki," Rob breathed. "Stop it. I want you now."
"Hold it in a bit longer, lover, it'll feel better that way," she breathed, burying her mouth in his neck and biting gently while dropping her hands down the length of his torso to grip his cock. "You weren't kidding. It does feel swollen. Come on."
With the water still pouring out of the needle-spray shower, she led him across the stall to where a towel bar had been hung up near the ceiling. They were out of the spray now, and, without turning around, Vikki put her hands up to the towel bar and hung on tightly, exposing her ass to Rob.
"Give it to me up the ass again," she breathed. "Shove it into me. I want to feel your meat split me apart."
Rob didn't need another invitation. He could see the small knot of muscles protruding from the gentle crack that split the two globes of her ass. This time there was a small circle of soapsuds hiding the pinkish muscles that sealed her asshole. This time it would be easier to get in. Rob encircled Vikki with his hands and then let his hands drop to her slit. He inserted the fingers of both hands and pulled the slit wide open, forcing Vikki's body away from the wall. The force of his tugging also made her asshole push solidly against his cock and he felt it slide gently into the crevice and quickly glide all the way up, so high that he felt unbearable pressure on the swollen head of his prick.
Vikki was unprepared for this sudden dual assault and she let out a short strangled cry. Rob dug his fingers deeper into her cunt and felt his way up, letting his fingers slide over her clit, just as he had seen her do to his sister, upstairs. He took a half-step back, letting his cock slip part of the way out of her asshole, and then leaned forward, first crushing her body against the wall and, when her body could yield to his pressure no further, slamming his cock deep into her.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded through clenched teeth as she felt the fire rage through her insides. Rob had a hard time keeping his grip on her because both their bodies were thoroughly soaped up and soaking wet, but he leaned backward and again slammed forward, hammering his tool deep into her.
"Pour yourself into me, pour it in," she begged as Rob started to feel her body twitch madly. It was a feeling he had experienced about an hour ago when he had last rammed his cock deeply into Vikki, and he was glad he was feeling it because his own body started telling him that it just couldn't hold back any longer and he felt a stream of his jism come pouring through his cock.
Vikki moaned softly as she felt her asshole fill with Rob's ejaculation, and she let herself hang limp against the wall. Rob, feeling dizzy in the heat of the shower, let himself slip to the floor and, a moment later, Vikki slid down beside Rob and leaned her body against his. Rob could smell the sweat mingled with the sweet smell of the soap.
"Come on, Robbie," Vikki smiled, struggling onto all fours and crawling to the jet spray of water that still continued on the other side of the shower stall. Rob followed her and the jet spray of water slamming into their bodies rudely awakened them, washing the soap from their bodies and the tiredness from their limbs. Vikki sprawled on the ground, letting the shower spray bathe her entire body, spreading her legs wide so it would spray into her cunt, foaming away the soap she had massaged into it. Vikki was obviously getting excited again under the shower as it pierced the triangle of hair covering her love mound and Rob felt his cock stir under the tingling of the spray as he thought of the delicious pussy awaiting him. Vikki started breathing heavily and he could see her body convulse and twist. She was going to come under the shower spray. Rob moved up behind her and clamped his hands on her boobs, feeling the smooth fluid flesh quiver. The nipples started reddening and Rob could feel Vikki's entire body vibrate under his touch.
And the Vikki started coming. Rob watched in fascination-he had never seen anything like it. Vikki's body was thoroughly soaked and her matted hair lay on the tiled floor. Her mouth fell wide open and short grunts escaped almost as if she were trying and failing to articulate a word. Her head rolled from side to side and her arms were spread out, limp and useless. Her body quivered slightly and her midsection fluttered up and down, rising from the floor and falling back down as the waves of orgasmic pleasure sent convulsions through her body. Water from the shower spray ricocheted off the floor and off her body, creating a fine mist through which Rob watched all this. His hands were still planted firmly on her tits, and he could feel the nerve energy coursing through them.
Finally it ended. For a moment Vikki lay still and then she asked Rob to turn off the water. He scampered to his feet and wrenched the handles into the off position. The large shower stall was perfectly still except for the labored breathing of Vikki and the slight drip-drip from the shower head.
"Robbie," she panted. "Pick me up and carry me into the other room; lay me down on the shag rug."
Rob kneeled down and cradled Vikki in his arms, holding her tightly as the water drip-dropped from their bodies and splattered to the floor. He inched his way to the door and then through into the playroom that occupied the remainder of the basement. Near the center of the room was an elaborate shag rug and Rob staggered to it. For all her slenderness, Vikki was nevertheless a very heavy dead weight, and Rob's cock was erect and throbbing, aching to be shoved into a tight twat, but it looked as if Vikki would be out of commission for a while. He hunched over and lowered her dripping body to the rug and straightened up, looking down at her. For a moment he thought of going upstairs-he had not yet humped Cathy, and there was still Laurie's asshole to explore. But Vikki interrupted her thoughts.
"Robbie, fuck me," she breathed. "I want to feel your meat penetrate me. Screw me, lover." As she spoke she spread her legs wide, lowered her hands to her hairy triangle and pulled her cunt lips wide apart. Rob had seen pink twat before, but never had he seen such deliciously wet cunt. Vikki's cunt lay widespread before him from the delicious little knob of her clit all the way down to the fleshy base of the twat, just an inch from the delicious asshole into which he had twice poured his essence. He didn't need a second invitation. Robbie got to his knees between Vikki's open legs and leaned forward, cupping her breasts between his hands and kneading them. Pushing them together and pulling them apart.
"No, no," Vikki breathed. "Just hump me, screw me, fuck me, stuff me-"
Robbie gripped his cock in his hands, aimed it at the narrow slit that was pried open by Vikki's hands, and rammed it home, feeling the tight cunt spread to accept his tool. A short, sharp grunt leaped from Vikki's lips and Rob could feel her body shudder as his cock slid home. He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her side and arched his back to withdraw his dick from her slit. Vikki whimpered as she felt it slide part of the way out of her, but the whimper changed abruptly to a grunt as Rob slammed it back in, feeling his tool bang against the rear of her tight vagina.
Rob had never before felt so tight a cunt, not his mother's, not Cathy's, not Laurie's. He pulled out again, and felt Vikki's labia grip his cock, then he slammed in again and felt the shudder. He repeated it again and again. It felt delicious, each time his cock growing more and more sensitive. He felt the pressure within his own cock building, and he felt his balls begin to ache with their load. Rob also felt the shudders of Vikki's body growing deeper and more pronounced with each slam of his cock.
Without warning Rob began to feel his cock grow very tender. The chafing of his cock against the wet yet rough sides of Vikki's cunt was about to make him pop off. He felt one drop and then another inch its way down the long tube of his prick. The small drops changed to spurts and one spurt followed another. He was coming, he was coming and he was pouring himself into Vikki's cunt, feeling the liquid slosh out of him and into her narrow opening. He could no longer continue to thrust into her and he lay very still atop her quivering body-a body that was also in the throes of orgasm, paralyzed as shudders of delight raced through it.
Rob's body ached and he felt a huge wave of relief spread through his body as the last glob of come raced through his cock and found its way up the long, narrow canal in which his cock was embedded. Rob felt the blood rush out of his cock and he felt his tool begin to relax and droop. He was satisfied and was glad that his cock was going limp so he could rest for a while. He rolled off Vikki and let his back rest against the shag carpet.
Rob lifted his head slightly and surveyed his body. It was still soaking wet, though now it was wet with a mixture of water from the shower and sweat from his exertion. He could feel his chest heaving, and looking the length of his body he could see his chest heave, too, as tiny rivulets of sweat ran down along the curves of his body. Between his legs,, almost propped up on the nest of hair at the juncture of his thighs, lay his cock, limp and flaccid, its head pointing, oddly enough, toward Vikki. It was covered with a thin film of slime, a mixture of his own come and the juice from Vikki's crevice.
Rob looked over toward Vikki and shifted slightly, leaning on an elbow so he could get a better view of her. She, too, was soaked from head to foot, a puddle of liquid forming on the rich shag rug under her. Her head was turned toward Rob and her mouth hung half open. The only discernible movement was the labored breathing and the rise and fall of her small breasts. Her nipples had lost their erection, and the aureoles at the points of her breasts were a mottled dark brown in color. Tiny droplets of sweat ran down her sides to the rug. The hair at her cunt was soaking wet, matted and pressed against her body so that Rob could see her cunt lips, which were now tightly closed, with almost no pink showing.
Vikki sighed, and Rob could see her eyes open, and her face break into a smile. Rob started to say something, but Vikki quickly put her finger to her lips to indicate "Shhhh!" The basement was still deathly quiet except for the occasional drip-drip from the shower and their own labored breathing. Every now and then there was a very faint giggle that could be heard from upstairs, but neither Rob nor Vikki could tell whose voice it was.
Vikki propped herself up on one elbow and surveyed Rob's body. She put one hand on his chest and pushed him down onto the rug, and then swiveled around and got to her knees. She ran her hand all the way down his chest and back up again, letting her fingernails scrape gently over his skin. Vikki's treatment felt good. She moved her hands down Rob's torso again, this time combing her fingers through the soaked bush of hair around his cock. She was very careful not to touch the prick itself, just the bush around it, and Rob felt a thrill shoot through is body.
Her hands were clammy and soggy, but they felt good and Rob could almost detect a stirring in his cock, as it shifted among his hair. Vikki shook her head wildly back and forth to get her hair out of her eyes and sent a spray of water around the room. Vikki moved slightly back so that she was just even with Rob's midsection, and lowered herself so that she was resting on her knees, her legs folded under her. She bent over and Rob could see her tits come to rest against her thighs and he could see that she enjoyed the sensation of her body touching itself. Rob could also see that Vikki's mouth had opened into a small tight circle, almost as small and as tight as the knot of muscles that clenched her asshole shut, and that she was pressing her open mouth against the soft head of his cock.
Rob felt a thrill shoot through him as her cherry-red lips pressed down on his cockhead, and gradually opened wide enough so that the head of the cock could slip into her mouth and come into contact with her tongue, which wrapped itself around the head and lapped at it.
This treatment was too much for Rob to take and he felt his cock rise to the occasion again. Getting larger and larger as blood rushed through his body and poured itself into the arteries and veins of his dick. Rob felt his entire body tingle as his cock rapidly stiffened and filled Vikki's mouth. He expected that part of his meat would be sticking out of her mouth, but he was in for a surprise. Vikki shifted and readjusted her body and then opened her mouth even wider, letting the rapidly growing cock slide down her throat. She even moved her head closer to his body, her lips almost coming into contact with his bush, so that almost his entire cock, from stem to head was crammed into her throat.
Rob could see that Vikki's face was twisted into a grimace, and he could see her nostrils flare as she struggled to breathe with the massive tool shoved into her throat, but she was enjoying it and wouldn't let up. She slid her head up about three inches, letting that much cock slide out of her mouth, and turned her head toward Rob, letting him see what his thick rod jammed into her mouth looked like. Then she turned her head back toward his crotch and gently slid her head down, taking the rod back into her throat.
This was a new sensation for Rob who now realized just how tight a throat could be-and how deep. She must have swallowed at least seven inches of meat and she was relishing it. Rob's cock was impregnated with his own come and the pussy juice that it had soaked up inside Vikki's twat, and it slid easily in and out of Vikki's throat. Each time she swallowed some of her own saliva to lubricate her throat, and each time she tried to draw air into her lungs via her nostrils, Rob felt a ripple of pressure travel the length of his cock. It was almost as if his cock were being milked and the pressure on it was growing too intense.
Rob felt Vikki start to gulp rapidly and he could feel the shivers travel up and down his cock rapidly. Before one shiver of delight ebbed, another flowed forward to take its place. Rob's head rolled back and forth. He had tried to prop himself up on one elbow so he could watch himself being blown, but now the waves of pleasure were too intense and he had to lie back.
Vikki moved her head up and down and gulped quickly, coughing slightly every now and then, but not lessening her assault on his cock. She wanted to drink his sperm and was doing her best to milk his essence out of his body. The small amount of sperm on his cock when she had first taken it into her mouth tasted good and now she wanted a king-sized milkshake shot down her throat. Rob's cock began to twitch and Vikki know that at any moment his come would be shooting into her. She braced herself against the rug and continued her movements up and down. She felt that first delicious drop leak gently from the tiny tube that led to the opening of Rob's cock, but that wasn't enough. She cupped her hand around the base of Rob's cock, the only part of it that wasn't stuffed into her throat, and started pumping up and down.
Rob's body arched and twisted as he felt he could take no more of this assault. At last he surrendered, letting his sperm course through his prick and shoot into Vikki's mouth. Caught by surprise, Vikki coughed and let some of the sperm dribble through her tightly clenched lips. But she didn't mind because there was more pouring into her. She pulled her head back and let more of Rob's cock escape from her mouth so that there would be more room for the come.
She felt one spurt and then another and then a third. Great gobs of the creamy white liquid shot into her mouth, propelled by the jerky spurts of Rob's dick. Tiny droplets of the liquid leaked from Vikki's lips as she fought to drink it all in, hold Rob's cock in her mouth and breathe all at the same time. But she applied herself busily, until Rob's cock, its load spent, had shrunk back to its original size.
Vikki lifted her head and drew a deep breath, coughing slightly as a bit of the sperm went down her windpipe. She wiped her hand across her face, gathering in the last of Rob's sticky manjuice and then licking it off her fingers. She wasn't letting a drop go to waste. She smiled at Rob, who had propped himself up on one elbow again, and was surveying her as she licked the last of his come from her fingers.
"You enjoyed that, huh?" she asked, smiling, her voice even rougher and huskier than usual due to the reaming her throat had just taken.
"Yeah, almost as much as you did," Rob countered, grinning as Vikki struggled to clear her throat and swallow.
"You really are too big for that sort of thing, just a tiny bit too big," she grinned back, "but I loved it anyway."
Rob struggled to all fours and pushed Vikki down on her back, pulling her legs apart. He felt a sudden hunger for more cunt, even though his cock was only partly engorged.
"No," Vikki breathed, resisting him. "Let's go upstairs. I want to feel Dick hump me."
"You mean you wants Dick's dick," Rob said grinning at his minor witticism.