Chapter 12

After her father had picked up his clothes and left the room, Robin went into the bathroom, douched and showered. She had just finished brushing her teeth when the connecting door to her brother Tommy's room opened slowly. He stood in the doorway, water dripping from his black, curly hair, and glistening on his slender body. His right hand held his long, skinny cock.

"Hi, Sis!" he said with a grin. "I've been in the pool. I thought we could have some fun. The folks are asleep."

Robin scanned his naked body, every inch of which she had kissed and loved so often, and enjoyed. For the last time, she stared at his boyish prick. How many times had she kissed, fondled, and sucked it? But she no longer had need for boyish cocks. She had grown up! Now nothing would ever satisfy her again but the mature, big, thick cock of a man.

"Well, Sis, what do you say?"

"Get out of here!"

"Sis... "

"Damn you, Little Brother! Go fuck your mother!"

She put her hands to his bony chest and pushed him back into his own room, then locked the door. She couldn't stay in this house - not tonight... maybe not ever again! Throwing a dress over her head, and slipping on a pair of sandals, Robin went into the bedroom to pick up her purse.

Driving away from home, Robin remembered that she did not know Bob's address. She drove into the first gas station she saw, and stopped beside the phone booth. The light was dim and she could scarcely read the fine print in the phone book, but managed to locate the listing of Robert Morris. Holding her fingernail beneath his number, she dropped a dime in the slot, and dialed. She let the phone ring ten, eleven, twelve times, before slamming the receiver on the hook. Reading the address, she repeated it three times, returned to her car, and drove off. The apartment complex was easy to find, perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Robin found the address, parked at the curb, got out, and went into the tiled lobby to ring his bell. There was no answer to her five rings, and she returned to her car, locked herself inside and waited.

"He has to come home sometime tonight," she said aloud.

After ten minutes, doubts rose in her mind.

"Unless... he's taken another girl out to his cabin in the woods!"

She frowned. 'He asked me to marry him,' she thought. 'Why should I doubt him? But I agreed! And the next night I was taking it up the ass, in the pussy, and in the throat-all at the same time! And that after a star performance of sucking a nigger's cock before a live audience!' She had to laugh at her inconsistency. She could never take the vows of marriage. The third Friday of October would roll around soon. She had an engagement to keep - a riotous night of cock-loving, cock-sucking, cock-fucking activity - a night she would look forward to with increasing anticipation. Who was it had told her she was a natural born cocksucker? It didn't matter, she decided. For years the "penis-envy" syndrome she hadn't recognized had twisted her thinking. She had sought out boys, made love to their cocks, idolized them, sucked them as though she were loving a missing part of herself. She rubbed her hand over her breasts, touched her pubes. She had much more than she would have had if she'd been born with a shaft of flesh instead of a gash of flesh between her legs... tits that tingled with delight at the touch... a hole, warm and deep, that thrilled with the fullness of a man's hard, throbbing cock... even a prick of her own, tiny, but so sensitive, it could rock her whole body with tempestuous waves of rapture. For variance of sexual pleasure, she had a mouth to use in loving, in sucking, and an asshole to offer. No! She could never again envy a man!

Robin was almost asleep, when she heard the voices of a man and a woman, and footsteps on the sidewalk. It was Bob, holding the arm of a girl. Tempted to stay in the car and let them pass, Robin decided to face up to the issue. She got out of the car, and called to him. Bob and the girl turned.

"Robin!" Bob said. He was slightly drunk. "This is a friend of mine, Gail Harrington. Gail, this is a friend of mine, Robin Cane."

The girls eyed each other like duelers awaiting the order to fire. Robin scanned the girl's trim figure, and her short-cropped red hair.

"Glad to know you, Gail," Robin finally said.

"I wish I could think of something less banal to say. Fancy meeting you here!"

"Oh shit!" Robin said with a laugh. "Let's drink, not fight. Bob! How's your liquor supply?"

"Good idea! Let's all go upstairs and have fun." He stepped between them and took the arm of each. "Robin, I can explain... "

"Migod! I'm not a child! I'm thirsty! I'm pissed off at the world, and I need company... good, happy company. This is a night for joy. Right, Gail!"

"Yeah. Sure. I couldn't have thought up a happier ending if I were a Hollywood screenwriter."

Bob opened the door for them, and pressed the elevator button. The door opened and Bob ushered them into the cab.

"Some of those guys write pretty interesting scripts - especially for the triple-X-rated movies."

"Sounds like fun," Robin said. She squeezed Bob's arm.

"The best place for those horny things is the furnace," Gail replied, her face souring with a sick smile.

Bob mixed martinis while the girls sat like cats ready to pounce. He brought a tray of drinks into the room. "Help yourselves, ladies, while I get comfortable." He went into the bedroom, untying his tie as he left the room.

"Here's to an evening of joy, Gail," Robin said as she raised her glass. "Let's be friends."

Gail lifted her glass, saluted in silence, and put the glass to her lips.

"Did you have fun tonight?" Robin asked.

"We had an early dinner. Bob drove me out to show me his cabin in the woods."

Robin watched Gail's face closely as she replied, "It's lovely out there, isn't it?"

Gail blushed and sipped her drink.

"I wish he'd get a new loungepad. It's harder than rocks on a girl's tender ass."

Gail gagged.

Bob entered the room, clad in a white terry robe. "Well, I'm glad you left me a drink." He leaned over the coffee table to pick up a martini glass. His robe fell open.

"You're indecent," Gail said, turning her head.

"I'm missing something," Robin said. "Turn around, Bob!"

"Take a look. I have no secrets from either of you." He turned to face Robin, his bare chest and genitals exposed. He tossed off his drink. "Anybody for seconds?"

"I don't need anything like liquor to excite me," Robin said, chuckling. "Take it off, take it off, take it off!"

"Want me to leave, Bob?" Gail asked primly.

"Oh shit!" Robin exploded. "Three can play this game."

She stood up as Bob shrugged off his robe. Robin pulled her dress over her head, and kicked off her sandals.

"Let's get in bed."

She led the way into the bedroom, and stripped the covers from the bed. Bob followed her.

"Lie down!" Robin said.

As Bob lay back, he reached for her, but she waved him away. She went for his cock, kissing it passionately. A strong odor of female juices rose in her nostrils. His pubic hair was matted to his belly with a slick moisture not yet dry.

"This little piggy went to market and got all juiced."

"Damn! Robin, let me up. I didn't shower."

"Uh uh! I can't wait. I need this big beautiful cock. Oh! How I do need cock!" She engorged the swelling crown.

"Damn you two!" Gail called from the doorway, "you're not going to freeze me out of this." She stripped, and got into bed on her knees. "Where do I fit into this jigsaw?"

Bob rolled onto his side.

"Give me that raw, red meat, Gail, right in the mouth."

"I need something to chew on too!"

Robin wriggled her ass around.

"I won't mind one bit if you stick your nose in here, honey. Make it a round-robin, come one, come all!"