Chapter 9

As soon as Robin arrived home, she set the alarm to ring at five -forty-five, stripped off her clothes, and got in bed. The telephone rang a few minutes later. She lifted the receiver. "Hello?"

"Robin? This is Alice. What happened in the jackal's den this afternoon?"

"It's a long story, Alice."

"Yeah, sure. It always is. I'd love to talk to you. Got a date tonight?"

Robin paused. She didn't want to divulge the fact that Shure had asked her to go to his house. "Yes, at eight o'clock, Alice."

"Not a dinner date, then?"

"No."

"Good! Robin, I've got to talk to you. How about having dinner on me? I guarantee you won't be late for your eight o'clock date. I have a date too, at the same time. Okay? I can pick you up at six."

"All right. But I can't afford to be late, Alice. It's important."

"Yes, I know. See you promptly at six. Good-bye."

Robin replaced the receiver in its cradle, and tugged at her earlobe. 'I wonder what she has on Mister Shure,' she thought. 'She sure hates him!' Resetting the alarm for five-thirty, she lay back and was soon asleep. If she had any dreams, she could not remember them as the alarm awakened her. Showered and dressed, Robin was standing in the doorway as Alice pulled up at the curb.

"You look like you're going to a party," Alice said as Robin got into the car. "Is that a new dress?"

"Gosh no," Robin replied, laughing. "I love blue." She brushed a strand of hair from her chest. "This is over a year old, but I can't bring myself to throw it away."

Alice was silent for a few minutes as she headed toward the freeway. "Like Italian food, Robin?"

"I love spaghetti. Haven't had any for months. How far is this place? I don't want to be late "

"You won't be!" Alice said grimly, turning onto the freeway. "We'll be there in ten minutes. It's a quiet little place with excellent food and delicious martinis. And tonight! Jesus! I could drink a pailful!"

"Not with me in your car," Robin said.

Alice glanced at her with raised eyebrows.

"Take that remark with a grain of salt, dear. We take the next exit and we're there."

She turned off the freeway at the Fredonia exit, drove two blocks and pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant. The interior was dimly lighted. To the right was a long mahogany bar, with six tables in the center of the small room, and leather booths set against the wall to the left. A waiter in a white coat seated them in the corner booth near the door. "Better join me in a martini, Robin. It's a long night."

Robin nodded. Alice held up two fingers, and said to the waiter, "Martinis straight up, Alfredo."

Robin took a deep breath. "Smells delicious! I could satisfy my appetite by breathing."

The waiter returned soon, set the drinks on the table, and asked if they cared to order. "You know what's good, Alice." Alice ordered two cannelloni and two spaghetti alle vongole. The waiter nodded and withdrew. Alice raised her glass. "To an evening you'll never forget, Robin!"

Robin lifted her glass and sipped, her eyes studying Alice over the rim. "That sounds mysterious. Just what do you mean by that?"

Alice sipped her drink, then crinkled her nose. "I'll explain later."

Robin frowned. "I've been puzzling over your remark for days. What did you mean when you said Mister Shure had a 'trained seal' act?"

Alice leaned back against the booth. "Don't mention that name before dinner, Robin. That's like serving up a juicy turd as an appetizer." She inhaled deeply. Her firm breasts drew the fabric of her yellow dress tight, outlining her thumb-sized nipples.

"Speaking about party dresses," Robin said, her eyes ogling the flesh exposed by the deep cleft, "that sure is one you're wearing."

"It is." Alice again crinkled her nose and smiled sourly. "I've worn this... by request... the third Friday of every month for the past year or so. I am going to a party from here. Now, please, Robin, let's not talk until we've eaten."

Robin enjoyed her dinner. She was a bit giddy from the martini and the wine she had drunk to wash down the delicious Italian food. When the waiter had cleared the table, and brought coffee, Robin leaned against the back of the booth, and glanced at her watch. "We'd better leave soon. I've got to go home and pick up my car."

"That won't be necessary, Robin. I'll drive you there." Alice waited a moment for the shock to wear off. "I'm going to the same party."

"I'm not going to any party. I'm... "

"I know where you're going! I knew it when I saw you entering the jackal's den this afternoon .

"He said he wanted me to... "

"... help him write up whatever messy thing you'd gotten yourself into," Alice said, completing the sentence.

Robin's mouth opened and her eyes widened. "My God! He has something on you, too!"

"Yes, he has!" Alice smiled bitterly. She scanned Robin's pixy face. "You have to be a girl who likes little boys. I'd guess someone tipped him off to an escapade of yours involving one or more young boys at school." She waved a hand to silence Robin's protest. "I'm not making moral judgments, Robin. After all, who am I to do so. Myself! I can't stand a male, young or old. I love taking a young girl to bed." Her eyes lighted up and her tongue wet her lips. "I love sucking a girl's tiny tits. I love the taste of young, immature, female flesh. I love to suck unspoiled cunt, the narrow little slits that yield the fresh, tasty juices... MMMM!" Her eyes were glazed, and her tongue tip emerged from between her lips. With an effort, she regained control of herself. "After all, Robin, it was a teacher of mine who introduced me to the joys of Lesbian love. It was a week after my first period. You have a lust, I'm sure, for the young flesh of boys... "

"And Shure found out about you... "

"The dirty bastard! Yes. He promised to hush the thing up. Invited me to his house to write up a memorandum for the file. When I showed up, there were two friends of his... men... I tried to walk out, but he assured me he had enough evidence to put me behind bars and ruin me. So... you can imagine how I felt. I'd never been with a man in my life. I ended up getting fucked, sucked, and assholed... and one of the men was black!"

Robin was dazed. "Well, I'm not going! I'm engaged to be married! Nobody's going to force me into... "

"I wanted to warn you, Robin. I was afraid you might flip as I almost did when it happened to me."

"My God! He can't get away with this kind of thing. The police... " Alice shook her head. "That's what I thought. One of the men present at my initiation was the county prosecutor! Did you ever hear of Amy Swenson?"

"The young teacher who committed suicide two years ago? Was she one who was trapped by Shure?"

"She liked little boys. She refused to play the bastard's sex games. She was arrested, charged with crimes against nature, and several other things. Released on bail, she took an overdose of sleeping pills the same night she got out of jail. The messy charges were quashed, and never became public."

"Horrible!" Robin exclaimed, "just horrible! Still, I'm sure I could never go through the degradation of a night of weird sex with Shure and his gorillas."

Alice laid a hand on Robin's wrist. "It's better than a thousand nights locked up in a stinking prison. Look! I hate men, Robin, yet I manage to get through one night a month. You like the male of the species, maybe not big male pricks but... you may like it! You ever taken a prick up the ass? Well, Shure's got one belongs in a museum of freaks. It's at least ten inches long, but no thicker than his thumb. You can almost feel it tickling your tonsils. And he'll teach you to swallow the whole thing. When he comes, you can feel it spout directly into your stomach! If I liked cock, I tell you I'd really enjoy the night."

Despite herself, Robin could sense her clitoris twitch and the juice drip out of her cuntal slit. "I suppose I'd better try to go through with it, Alice. "

"Good girl!" Alice replied with a sigh of relief.

"You had me worried. If you failed to show up, and if Shure found out I'd talked to you, I'd be in deep trouble." Alice called for the cheek, paid it, and stood up. "Come on, little seal, let's get going."

At eight o'clock, they pulled up in the driveway of a one-story home of brick and glass in the best residential district in town. The porch light was on. Shure stood on the step, and watched the girls get out of the car. He frowned as he looked at Alice.

"You've been explaining the set-up to our young friend?"

"She understands. I thought I'd better... "

"Yes, of course. Good evening, Robin." He put an arm about her waist. "Come in and enjoy yourself."

His hand slid down to her ass as they entered the house. He led them through the living room, and through a sliding glass door onto the patio. Overhead lanterns illuminated the pool and garden dimly. "Gentlemen, I want you to meet a new member of our Sex For Kicks Club. Robin, this is Hank Billings." A huge naked black man lay on a redwood lounge, his blue-black skin gleaming under a yellow spotlight. He raised a whiskey sour glass in greeting. "Robin, you've read about Hank, the all-pro tackle of the last five years. Hank's out for the season with a knee injury that fortunately doesn't interfere with his enjoyment of sex games." Robin shuddered as she glimpsed the massive bunched flesh of his genitals. "And this is Walt Edwards, Robin." He gestured toward a white man seated in a wicker chair. "Walt is, as you know, our County prosecutor."

"Hi, Robin!" Edwards too raised his glass. Robin noticed his naked paunchy belly, and the fringe of gray hair around his bald head.

"And our dear friend, Will Spencer. Will's just returned from a year at Cambridge."

"Hello, Robin! Welcome!" Will said, his white teeth gleaming in his thin, black face. He stood in the shadow of a pepper tree, his short, slender body catching some of the light from a swinging lantern. Robin noticed he too was "well-hung."

"And of course, gentlemen, you all remember our beloved blonde, Alice Conners."

Robin turned. Alice stood off to one side, completely naked. "Now Robin, how do you like our members assembled for your pleasure? We have an outstanding professional athlete, a legal eagle, and a gifted poet. Alice, pour yourself a drink, and one for Robin, if she wants one. Explain the rules of initiation to her while I get undressed. I'll be back in a few minutes, and I expect to see some action."

Alice moved to Robin's side as Shure went into the house. "Take your dress off, honey. Want a drink?"

"No. My God! What do they expect me to do?"

"Like I did my first night here. Give that big black man a tongue-bath, all over, then suck him off."

"Here? In front of everybody?"

"That's the idea, Robin. No sex for anybody else until you finish the job. Get naked before Shure comes back." She put her lips to Robin's ear. "Remember, that legal eagle's the one who locked up... "

"Yes... " Robin sniffed back tears as she undressed. She felt like a bird in a cage. Everywhere she turned, eyes ogled her naked figure.

"Hey, Robin!" The huge black man lying on the lounge beckoned her. "Let's get going!" Robin approached him, stopped a foot from him. He reached out to grasp her arm and pulled her close. "Hey man! You got a delicious little ass, and luscious little tits." He ran his hand over her asscheeks, pulled her belly to his face, and kissed and tongued her pussy. "... and a tasty cunt! " He looked up at her with glittering dark-brown eyes. "You know what a tongue-bath is, chick?"

Unable to speak, Robin nodded.

Billings rolled over on his stomach. "Do my back first... and do a good job, or you'll have to do it over."

Robin looked down at the man's broad back. An image of Bob Morris superimposed itself on the stretch of black skin before her. She shook her head.

'Forgive me, darling!' she thought, 'I can't help it! Forgive me!' She knelt to straddle the muscular buttocks, and leaned forward. She kissed his neck, tasting the salt of his perspiration, moved her mouth across his shoulders, sensing the sinewy musculature beneath his dark skin. Making a game of it, Robin tongued lightly over the upper part of his back, seeking sensitive spots that started shivers in his tissues. She glanced up once to see Alice and the three men seated nearby, naked, watching intently while they sipped their drinks. Scooting lower, Robin felt the quiver of Billings' asscheeks against her wet cunt, starting current excitement in her loins. Forgetting her audience, she slid her hand around his hip and under his lower belly to touch his massive prick while she licked and kissed his lower back.

"Good, baby, good!" Billings muttered.

Her fingers held the shaft of his swollen cock as she tongued at his coccyx, and his muscled assflesh. She could taste her own slick cum. Aroused, Robin put her knees between his legs, widening his asscrack as she kissed his tasty flesh. Sliding her arms between his thighs, she raised his hips, tongued into his hairy asscrack, kissed the puckered ring of his anus. His huge frame shuddered.

"Man! This chick's with it!" he moaned, "really with it!"

Robin was hungry now - hungry to taste his black, monstrous cock. She kissed down the inside of one thigh to his foot, tongued up from the ankle of his other leg into the musky, tender flesh of his groin and the crinkly skin of his large scrotal sac. She got to her knees, and whispered hoarsely, "Turn over!"

"Yeah! Baby! Go after it! You're really cuttin' it!"

Robin stared, fascinated, at his upright prick. The bulbous crown was a dark pink, its ridge standing out from his thick, black shaft like a mushroom.

"It's... beautiful, Hank... beautiful!" she said huskily. Leaning over, she tongued the liquid string dangling from its meatus, then kissed it lovingly. "You don't mind, I hope."

She spread her body over his immense frame, reached down to position his cock against his belly and her cuntal slit.

"I'm hot! Hot! Hot!" Kissing him passionately, she glided up and down his hard shaft, her clitoris pounding each time it rode over his glans. Her tits pressed against the hair of his chest, warm and tingly, her belly against his muscled flesh, and her cunt groove on his hard cock. Fired with lust, she felt orgasmic jolts of delight burst within her, and cried out as successive waves of rapturous joy flooded out of her. She kissed him again, then, without pause, tongued down his neck, sucked his small nipples, licked his broad chest, midriff and belly.

"Turn around, baby!" Hank cried, "let me have that wet pussy." Robin swung her torso around, and straddled his face. His hands reached up for her hips to pull her cunt down to his face as she nosed into his pubic hair. "Hey! I never smelled cunt so fresh and delicious! Pour it out for me, chick!" He buried his nose in her cunt, his tongue lapping and licking her sopping tissues. Robin hooked her elbows behind his knees, and drew them back to expose his hairy asscrack. She licked his crown, sucked it momentarily, then tongued down his shaft to his balls. Gently, she sucked one, then the other into her mouth, tonguing the crinkly skin, sniffing the musky scent of his groin. Forcing his knees back further, she kissed the smooth, hairless skin of his perineum, felt him shudder as she tongued around his asshole, and jabbed the tip of her tongue past the tight ring. At the same moment, she felt his tongue circling about her anus and forcing itself past her own tight sphincter, while they wriggled their asses in unison. Robin sensed the crown of his cock, wet and warm and pulsing in the cleft of her breasts. She tongued back to his balls, up the shaft of his cock to suckle the tip of his glans.

"Baby! I'm there! You ready?" Hank called out, his words muffled in the folds of her cuntal flesh.

"Yes! Suck it lover! Suck it!" Opening her mouth as widely as she could, Robin managed to engorge his bulbous glans.

'I'm a born cocksucker,' she thought happily, savoring the sweet, delicious meat of his glans, and the metallic, salty taste of his preliminary ejaculation. 'A natural cocklover! I love it in my mouth, in my cunt, up my ass! I love it, love it, love it!' Wetting her middle finger, she put it up his ass to feel his prostate throb as his first spurt of semen began. Hank was sucking her miniprick with fervor, drawing the heat and the delights from her breasts, her belly, and the small of her back into her cunt. Hank's cock tensed, then exploded in geysers of semen at the same moment her own cum boiled over in rapturous ecstasy. She continued to suck his shrinking cock until she had all of it in her mouth and had drawn the last drop of his juice from the flaccid mass.

Loud clapping and whistles caused her to raise her head. The three men were giving her a standing ovation. Alice remained seated staring at her in open-mouthed astonishment.

"No wonder her twelve-year-old boy friends love her!" Shure exclaimed. "You were wonderful, Robin!"

"That's hardly the word," Hank said. He got up and lifted Robin in his arms. "Robin, baby! You ain't with it! Kee-rist! You invented it. You're the most expert, the finest cocksucker the world's ever known!" He kissed her, and rubbed his cheeks against hers. "And you've got the sweetest pussy this side of Neil Armstrong's first big step." He set her on her feet. "She needs a rest. Let's all have a drink."

Alice brought Robin a tall drink in a frosted glass. "Better drink it, honey! You must have a very dry throat!"

"Thanks!" Robin raised the glass to her lips, and glanced at the other men. She would get her fill of cock this night! The pink crown of Walt Edwards' cock jutted up from beneath his paunch, Will Spencer's huge, purplish-pink cockhead looked like a ripe crab apple atop his thick shaft, while Shure's white slender prick jutted out like a rapier.

'Alice was right!' she thought, 'Shure's is at least ten inches long!' Robin put her mouth to Alice's ear. "What else am I supposed to do, suck each one of them off?"

Alice looked at her a moment, a sly grin on her face. "I thought you'd be glad to come. I'm not sure yet, but you're the star of the show tonight."

Will Spencer had lain down on the lounge. "Any time you're ready, Robin."

Robin stepped over to stand beside him. She sipped her drink while she looked down at his slender body with its out-sized cock angling up from his black bushy pubic hair. She would enjoy that either way, sucking or fucking it-any way but taking it up the ass. She cringed at the thought. "Mind if I finish my drink, Will?"

"Not if you sit down and let me suck your tits. I'm a tit man, you know."

"I like having my tits sucked," she said, laughing. She sat on the edge of the lounge and leaned slightly to her left as Will put his arm around her. Resting on his elbow, he nuzzled into her left breast, nibbling at it lightly. "No bites, please. "

"I won't mark you, honey, honest."

Robin took another sip of her drink. Orange juice! Laced with vodka, probably. It warmed her stomach as Will's tongue and mouth were warming her breast. She turned slightly to offer her nipple to his titillating lips and tongue. In a quick side glance, she saw Shure and Edwards standing, with drinks in their hands, keeping an eye on Will and her. Beyond them, Alice knelt on a cushion, her shapely ass facing Robin while she sucked Hank's soft prick. "You're making me hot again, Will." Robin took a deep draught of her drink, and set the glass on the concrete. "What do you have in mind?"

"Do you take the pill?"

"Yes."

He grinned. "Climb aboard, honey, and fuck the hell out of me."

"Good!" Robin knelt on the lounge, and hesitated, not knowing how this worked.

"Face me. I like to have a crack at those tits."

"Right!" Robin replied cheerfully. This would be a first, and very exciting experience for her. She straddled his hips, and lowered her cuntal slit. Clasping his thick prick, she swiped the head of it in her wet tissues. "It's awfully big, Will. I don't know if I can take it."

"Easy does it, Robin. Just put it at your hole and settle down on it. Take your time. We got all night."

Robin again wet the glans in her pussy, then reached a hand to her cunt, wet her fingers thoroughly with the slick moisture and spread it up and down his shaft. "Here goes! " She placed the bulbous head at the mouth of her cunt, and let her weight down. After a few tries, she felt the crown pop into her. "There! It wasn't too bad!" It was warm and big and... very satisfying. She worked her levator muscles, remembering the graphic lessons she had read in several "how to fuck with enjoyment" books.

"Honey, you sure got a tight and tricky cunt."

Robin released her muscular grip on his crown, and sank slowly, inch by inch, on Will's cock. She felt his pubic hair tickle the hairy surface of her clitoral hood, and the crinkly skin of his balls touch her asshole. Every inch of her cunt barrel was filled with hard, throbbing cock. Will's fingers rubbed her nipples into tingling delight as she tightened, then released her anal sphincter.

"Oooh! This feels so good, Will." She leaned forward to kiss him, and felt fingers touch the outer folds of her labia. She turned her head. Shure stood beside the lounge, wetting his fingers with her slick juices, and spreading them over his long hard cock. "What are you doing?"

"Be still, Robin. You'll like it up the ass while Will's fucking you."

"You can't do that!" Robin cried. Will put his arms around her to hold her down. "No! You'll hurt me!"

"Be still, Robin," Will said. "You'll like it. He's not going to harm you. If he does, I'll stop him."

Robin held still while Shure knelt behind her. She felt his cockhead slide up over her coccyx as his fingers dipped juice from her cunt and wiped it around her asshole.

"Take a deep breath, and relax Robin," Shure said. "Relax! Relax!" The crown of his cock slid into her with surprising ease. "There, now, not so bad, eh?" Shure asked. Will throbbed his glans deep inside her as Shure fucked into her rectum. Robin was certain the glans were going to pop out of her mouth.

"Just lie still for a minute, Robin," Will said, "and let us fuck you. Join in when you get the rhythm of it." But she had to raise her ass a little to allow room for Will's withdrawal stroke.

"It feels strange," she said as both cocks moved back at the same time. "Feels like they're both in the same hole." As they moved into her again, she could sense them gliding over the thin membranous tissue separating her two holes. "Feels good! Real good! I like it! Fuck me, both of you! " She laughed happily. "Now, if I only had a cock to suck, everything would be complete."

"Just ask for it, girl. We'll give it to you." Walt Edwards stood at the head of the lounge, his hard cock in his right hand. He knelt astraddle Will's chest, and inched forward until his cock was within inches of Robin's face. "Remember, girl, don't bite it."

"Wait! Be sure you don't lean backward," Will cried out. "I don't want your hairy old ass in my face. " Wild with lust, Robin had caught on to the rhythm of two cocks fucking into her and was moving with them. She opened her mouth to engorge Edwards' short but thick prick. With tasty cockflesh filling her mouth, a hard, thick, big cock thrusting into her cunt, and a long, skinny cock plunging in and out of her rectum, Robin knew her wildest, weirdest longings were realized. Every nerve in her hot lusting body was alive with currents of delight. Will lowered his head to suck her tits, his mouth moving from one to the other. The gathering storm of a great orgasm sent its warning signals down into her cuntal area. She could sense in Edwards' throbbing prick that he was nearing climax, and the stepped-up pace of Will's and Shure's strokes forecast their imminent climaxes.

"Everybody close?" Shure cried. "I'm there. Come. Come, everybody." He rammed his cock into her rectal depths as Will thrust all the way into her cunt. She felt the warm semen spurt into her rectum and into her cunt as Edwards pumped his cock deep into her mouth to spray his ejaculation down her throat. Her own orgasm overwhelmed her then, her hot cum erupting in a shower of lights like an exploding star, illuminating her mind with intense flashes of rapture. Robin felt Shure's shrinking cock plop out of her, and Will's shriveling prick drop like wearied flesh to lie beneath her. She released Edwards' flaccid penis, and rolled over on her side.

"I'll wash this stuff off me," Shure said as he stood up. "Back soon, folks."

Robin sat up on the edge of the lounge, picked up her drink and gulped the rest of it down.

"Where's a bathroom I can use?"

"The one in the front bedroom," Walt Edwards said. "Go through the living room and... "

"Come on, Robin, I'm headed that way too." Alice took hold of her elbow.

"One minute." Robin gathered up her clothes. Alice watched her, hesitated a moment, then took hers from a chair.

When they reached the bathroom, Alice asked, "You planning on leaving?"

"Migod! I only had three holes to give to my countrymen. What the hell more do they want? I'm tired. I'm going home and go to bed." Robin sat on the toilet, watching strings of gray mucus drip out of her.

"He won't like this, Robin."

"You mean Shure? He can go to hell then." She wiped herself, got up and turned on the shower.

Alice sat down. "He always likes to close the performance by his sword-swallowing act!"

"Oh, fuck him!" Robin stepped into the shower, her irritation with Alice mounting rapidly. As she soaped herself, she tried to analyze this. Alice had been frank with her. If she hadn't been warned of the situation, she would probably have made a scene, and stormed out of the place - and ended up in jail! Robin candidly admitted she had enjoyed herself, even the three-way pronging she had experienced - especially that! She had dreamed of doing that for years. Yet, she was angry because Alice had seen her!

'I owe her an apology,' she thought, 'as well as my thanks for forewarning me.' She stepped out of the shower. Alice was seated on the toilet fully dressed.

"Let's get out of here, Robin!"

"Right! I'm with you." She toweled herself quickly, and put on her clothes. "Solid ranks now."

Shure stood in the doorway of the patio.

His face flushed when he saw them.

"Who the hell told you you could go now?" he shouted.

The three men stepped into the living room.

"What's the trouble, Bill?" Edwards asked.

"These goddamned wenches! Shit! We're not through with them. Robin hasn't sucked me off, and...

"I'm tired-worn out, as a matter of fact. I'm going home and go to bed," Robin said. "I think you've had a top performance out of me. If you gentlemen... "

"The kid's right," Hank said. "If you ask me, she's tops. Let her go, Bill."

"Shit! I... " Shure sputtered.

"Run along, Robin, Alice," Edwards said. "We're all delighted with you, believe me." He took Shure's arm. "That Scotch is getting mighty lonesome."

"I'm glad I met all of you," Robin said waving a hand.

"I can't wait till next time, Robin," Will said. "Good night, Alice."

"You can find your way out, I hope. Good night." Shure waved a hand at them. As they reached the door, he called out, "Thanks to you both for coming."

"Thanks for coming!" Alice snorted as she closed the door behind them. "Well, Robin?"

"I don't know... " Robin got into the car, and waited until Alice went around to the driver's side. "It would be hard to take that very often. That was... weird! " Neither spoke until they arrived at Robin's house. Alice swung the car into the driveway, and cut the ignition switch.

"Could we have a cup of coffee to sort of unwind, Robin?"

"Sure! Come in." As she opened the door to let Alice in, Robin said, "I owe you an apology for my curt answers to you back there, Alice."

"Forget it, please. Light the light in the kitchen, Robin, show me where the coffee pot and other stuff is, and I'll brew it while you - you know."

"Right! I can feel my keel leaking." Robin led her out to the kitchen, switched on the lights, and pointed out the location of the needed items. "I won't be long."

"Take your time, honey. Make it all clean and sweet again," Alice said as Robin left the room.

Robin jerked her dress over her head, slipped off her panties, and threw them both into the hamper. She gave herself a warm soapy enema, refilling the can to repeat the cleansing. All the weird thrills she had known tonight had fled, and were now replaced in her mind with sick remorse and disgust. She douched her vaginal tract, again repeating the cleansing, and watched the last remnants of gray, stringy semen drip from her vagina. How similar they were to those of her lover, injected into her, and joyously received, with love, not lust. If I could only cleanse my mind as easily, she thought, tears brimming from her eyes. It was worse when she stood at the washbowl to brush her teeth, and gargle with mouthwash. She could not avoid confronting herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes stared out at her with loathing, reminding her that this dainty mouth had sucked "nigger prick" and another man's cock. Even now her stomach was digesting the cum she had swallowed with greedy lust! She pondered the sick thought that if her body had any other orifices large enough to take a man's cock, she would be cleansing them too. She stared fixedly at herself in the mirror, trying to see through the reflected eyes into the mind back of them. Bob had initiated her into the incomparable delights of mature love totally expressed and enjoyed in the normal sexual act. Yet, twenty-four hours later, she had indulged herself in wanton acts of lust. True, she had done these acts under duress - but she had entered into them with wild abandon. If she were to retain her sanity, she decided, she must seek out and destroy the causes of her evil conduct.

Robin turned on the hot-water faucet in her bathtub, slipped on her terry robe, and went out to the kitchen. Alice was seated in the breakfast nook with a cup of coffee in her hand. She looked up at Robin, and watched her as she poured a cup of coffee, without speaking.

"I'm running a hot bath," Robin said. "I'll have to keep an eye on it so it doesn't run over." She sat across the table from Alice.

"I've thought many times of killing that bastard and his ugly friend, Edwards," Alice said, watching Robin stare moodily into her coffee cup. "If it's any help, Robin, I can tell you that the only thing that's kept me from blowing my top is the fact that these parties occur only one day a month. Also the fact that Shure won't give a damn if you take on your little boys again. I still see my fourteen -year-old friend, Dorothy, and Shure... "

"Please!" Robin's face flushed with anger. "I don't want to hear a damned thing more about this." She rose from the table. "I'm going to climb into a hot tub and scrub myself clean."

"I'm sorry. Forgive me, Robin. I know how you feel. Would you mind if I slept here tonight? I hate to be alone after... " Robin stopped at the door, and returned. "Of course not. The guest room's all ready. I'll see you in the morning."

In the bathroom, Robin shut off the hot water, tempered that in the tub with the cold until she could stand it, and settled slowly down to soak. She was lathering herself when Alice appeared in the doorway.

"I washed out the coffee pot and the cups, Robin."

"Good!"

"I hate to ask this... but... would you mind if I used your douche? After all, we both... "

"Help yourself," Robin said, shrugging her shoulders. "Pussy is pussy, and jism is jism." She slid down in the tub to rinse the soap film away.

"Leave the water for me, will you?"

"Sure!" Robin stepped out of the tub and dried herself while Alice disrobed, and prepared the douche. She tossed the towel in the hamper, got a fresh one and hung it on the rack. "Sleep well, Alice... if you can. Good night!"

Despite the remorse gnawing at her mind, Robin got into bed, pulled the sheet up to her shoulders, and fell into a sound sleep. She dreamed... a sequence of images floated through her mind... of Bob's round full face moving over her breasts, his mustache rousing her flesh with tingling excitement... of her brother, Tommy's black curly hair rising above her pubic bush while his tongue laved her cuntal tissues... of Bud Riggs, his blond head hovering above her belly while he kissed her navel and fingered her clitoris... of all the boys, and the men who had known her and touched her and excited her... of young Millie and her piquant face and her blonde hair kissing her breasts and her belly, and fingering her wet, oozing, flaming cunt. In her dream, Robin touched a caressing hand to the long blonde locks... soft and silky and - REAL! She awakened in the dark, her body aflame with desire.

"Darling! Robin, darling! Let Alice love you. Let Alice take away all the horrors of the filthy night."

She rolled over on Robin, kneeing her thighs apart, pressing her pubes to hers, kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples passionately.

"Omigod! No! Please! No!" Robin's words of protest were negated by the frenzied response of her body. She threw her legs up over Alice's back and dug her heels into her ass while she humped her pubes up tight to the crinkly-haired flesh of Alice's cunt. She opened her mouth to the stiff tongue tip demanding entry, and mashed her breasts against the hard, electrifying nipples. Her hands slipped around Alice to clutch her working asscheeks. The squishy sounds of wet cunts grinding against each other, and the acrid scent of female juices filled the air.

"OOOOH... LOVER-GIRL... YOU'RE... WONDERFUL!" Alice cried hoarsely. She slid a hand under Robin's ass, kneading her flesh, fingering into her soppy crack, jabbing her thumb into Robin's tight anus. "COME! LOVER-GIRL! COME WITH ME!" she screamed.

"I'M THERE! NOW! FUCK ME, ALICE! FUCK ME!" Robin yelled. Her body tensed, clinging to her lover tightly, as waves of delight flowed through her, down into her clitoris and her loins, then her hips swung and her ass bucked to pound her trembling joybud against the cuntal flesh tormenting her into wild ecstasy. As the last of the surging waves of orgasm died away, Robin dropped her legs like lead weights and lay completely relaxed. She had no time to weigh this latest wanton act. Alice was sucking her tits like a child sucking the sweetness from a lollipop, firing her breasts anew, moaning, "You darling, you! You're so sweet! Lover-girl!" Robin caressed the cheeks and head of Alice as her lips and tongue moved down her midriff and belly, her flesh in spasms of anticipatory delight. "I want to eat your sweet, delicious pussy, darling!" Alice moaned as she tongued into the top of Robin's slit.

"Yes... yes... eat it! Love it! " Robin murmured, lifting her knees and spreading her thighs.

"Mmm! " Alice dipped her tongue into the warm wet slit, swung her legs around and threw one over Robin's breasts to kneel astraddle her. She elbowed Robin's knees high in the air, and thrust her face into her cunt. Robin reached up to clasp the soft asscheeks above her. The strong scent of hot female juices was close to her nose.

"Let me have it!" Robin cried, pulling the dripping cunt down to her outthrust tongue. "OOOH!" she moaned, "OOOOH! IT'S GOOD! GOOD! GOO... " Her words were stilled in the soft, mushy tissues of a woman's intimate flesh.