Chapter 2

A hot shower, followed by several minutes under a cold, chilling spray, eased her physical tension. Robin stepped out of the shower stall, squared her shoulders, inhaled deeply, and stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall. Her eyes swept over the mounds of her breasts, the flat plane of her belly, and the curves of her hips, all perfectly proportioned to the five-foot height of her petite figure.

Although Robin was six months short of her nineteenth birthday - the youngest teacher in the Ocean County School District - she looked like a shy and virginal young student. But there was no innocence in the deeply troubled blue eyes staring back at her out of the heart-shaped, pixy face with the dimpled cleft chin.

Robin turned away to reach for a towel, unable to face the disturbing questions in her own eyes. She had never been able to control her frenzied lust to suck the cocks of boys younger than herself. Yet the maddening pleasure she enjoyed was always followed by sickening remorse, a feeling that she was somehow beyond the pale of normal, decent people - like her mother and father. She shuddered, remembering how often she had sucked her brother Tommy's penis, how she had taught him to kiss and tongue-tickle her "pee-hole" when he was no more than six years old.

'Omigod!' she thought, 'if Mom and Dad only knew!' Robin tossed the towel into the hamper, slipped on her terry robe, and went into her bedroom. She stretched out on the unmade bed, closed her eyes, and sought to shut from her mind the ugly thoughts tormenting her. But the contrast between her own vicious, lustful nature, and that of her parents brought tears to her eyes. How could she be so evil, born of such loving, mature, and well-balanced personalities? She recalled her mother's gentle affection for Tommy, and for herself, and the feel of her father's arms about her, the touch of his lips on her cheeks. Yet, this afternoon she had hungered anew for a boy's cock, had groveled in the grass, fucking her thumb and fist as she watched naked boys play! She might well have destroyed her teaching career on the very day she started! Thankful that chance, and Bud's shyness, had prevented her from becoming sexually involved with the boy, Robin fell asleep. Remorse and the sense of guilt faded like early morning fog in the bright sunlight as her thoughts floated back into the joyous, dreamy past... floating like fleecy clouds in the brilliant sky that...

The last Friday in September. Classes were dismissed an hour early at Wilson High. Robin waited at the edge of the woods near the school grounds, her hand up to her brow against the bright afternoon sun. She was sure he would come. Tommy Brockman, like herself, was a twelve-year-old freshman; unlike herself, though, he was very shy. She had had an eye on him ever since the first day of school, liking his soft brown eyes and his pink-cheeked face, intrigued by his bashfulness that brought a flush to his smooth, white skin every time she spoke to him. In class the preceding Wednesday, Robin had learned of Tommy's passionate interest in ornithology when the teacher had deferred to his superior knowledge about warblers. At home that night, she had searched through the section on land birds in the Complete Field Guide to American Wildlife, found a paragraph on the American Redstart, and memorized it. Thursday afternoon, Robin had waited for him after school, and mentioned she had seen a pair of birds with colorful plumage a few days before but she could not identify them. Tommy's face had brightened.

"What did they look like, Robin?"

"One was black with red-orange on its breast, shoulder, wings, and tail... " Robin paused, trying to remember the rest of the description. '... and it had a bright yellow band across its mid-tail."

Tommy's eyes widened with eagerness. "Are you sure? Gees! That has to be the American Redstart, Robin." Lines of puzzlement creased his brow. "How can that be? The American Redstart's habitat... " Robin smiled as she watched the excitement build in him. She had deliberately chosen a species never seen west of the State of Oklahoma.

"You must be mistaken, Robin. Tell me where you saw it. I'll go out and take a look. Want to come along?"

"I can't today, Tommy." Her mother would be expecting her at home this afternoon, but she would be taking Robin's brother shopping the next day and would not be home until five o'clock. "I can't describe the place I saw it, but I could take you to the exact spot tomorrow afternoon after school." She watched him wriggle with excitement as he swallowed the hook.

"I want to see that. Good! Where'll I meet you?"

She had pointed to the clump of trees where she now stood eagerly awaiting him. A mischievous smile of triumph spread across her pixy face as she saw him hurrying toward her, his black binoculars dangling from a strap around his neck. She was ready for him! Her panties were in her briefcase - shy boys were awfully clumsy getting the flimsy garment out of the way - and a small pack of tissues - boys' jism dried in incriminating stiffness on their handkerchieves.

"Hi, Robin! I'm a few minutes late, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she replied with a warm smile, scanning his skinny chest in a too-tight white T-shirt, and his thin hips and thighs sheathed in faded blue jeans. "Follow me, Tommy." As she led the way through thick underbrush, she paid little attention to his excited chattering. Her thoughts were centered on his genitals bunched so tightly at his crotch, and her planned strategy to get at them. They broke through the brush into a small clearing of tall dry grass. "Gees, Robin! What a perfect spot for bird-watching! How'd you ever find this place?"

She grinned as she tossed her briefcase aside and lay down. "I found it the other day, Tommy." She patted the ground beside her. "Stretch out. Take a load off your feet."

"This is beautiful... beautiful!" There was no sign of shyness in his thin, eager face as he sat down. He brushed his brown hair from his forehead and swiveled his gaze about the perimeter of the small clearing. Scrub oak and young pines encircled them. "I hear running water," he said, cocking an ear to one side.

"There's a creek down there about fifty feet," Robin said.

"It's like a sanctuary," Tommy whispered. "Where did you see those birds, Robin?"

"In those pines directly ahead. What's with this bird-watching - how do you go about it, Tommy?"

"You make yourself as much a part of the landscape as you can. Remain still... and quiet." He lay on his back, and put the binoculars to his eyes, making a slow sweep of the trees. "Robin! You don't have to stay. My mom knows I won't be home till five. Maybe you've got something to do."

Robin turned on her side and looked at him with surprise. "You want me to go?"

"No, no!" he said hastily. "Gosh no! But this can get tiresome if you're not used to it."

"I don't mind. Besides, I don't have to be home till five either. I never bird-watched before. Gee! This sun is warm. We should have brought our bathing suits and taken a sunbath."

"Yeah, too bad!" Tommy said. "I often do. And when I don't, I always take off my T-shirt. I got a real tan. Would you mind, Robin?"

"Silly! Why should I?" She giggled. "Dad always says, 'You see more than that at the beach'."

"Yeah!" Tommy raised up, removed his shirt and cast it aside. "That sun feels good!"

"Tommy! Let me look through the binoculars." She sat up facing him, her knees spread, and took the glasses from him.

Aware that the hem of her dress lay high across her thighs, she put the eyepiece close to her face, then moved them away slightly so she could see that his gaze was fastened on her pussy. She suppressed a laugh as she heard him gulp. After making one quick sweep of the woods, she held the glasses on one spot for an instant. "There, Tommy! In those pines! Right where I'm pointing!"

"Give me the binoculars, Robin, quick!" Rising up on one elbow, he held the glasses steady for several moments. "Shucks! I missed them. What were they like?"

"Birds, I don't know. You better tend to your business, Tommy. Me? If I had a pillow, I could take a snooze. Do you mind?" She stretched out at right angles to him and laid her head on his thighs, sensing his involuntary shudder. "Wake me if I get too heavy, Tommy."

"Yeah!" he croaked.

Robin closed her eyes. "The sun feels so good on my legs," she said. Raising her knees, she felt the hem of her dress slide down her thighs, and sensed the warmth of the sun on her lower belly.

"Yeah!" His voice quavered. Robin felt his cock harden and thump against the back of her neck.

"I like the name 'Tommy'," Robin said. She put a hand to her head, let it drop casually onto his belly. "Did I tell you I have a brother named Tommy?"

"No." Though it sounded like a word, it was a breathy exhalation forced out of his throat by the convulsive tightening of his diaphragm.

"Of course," Robin said softly, pressing her neck hard against his throbbing cock, "my brother's just a little boy... he's just eight... not big... like you, Tommy." She moved her hand down to lift the hem of her dress as she turned over on her belly, feeling the warmth of the sun on her bare ass. Resting her cheek on his heaving midriff, she lay quiet for a few moments, then whispered, "You like girls, Tommy?"

"I... I... don't know."

Robin raised her ass slightly. "Your belly's so... so warm... and soft... " She turned her face to kiss his navel, and sensed his fingers rest lightly on her buttocks. She kissed his navel again, then circled it with her tongue.

"Gees! Ooh!" His fingers moved over her asscheeks in an exploratory caress, slipping into her crack.

"I hate to see a bird caged up, Tommy. Don't you?"

"Yeah!" His fingers dipped into her wet cunt. "Geeeees!"

Robin raised her head, tonguing a wet streak over his quivering belly as she released the catch of his waistband and unzipped his jeans. "He wants out, Tommy." She felt his fingers in her oozing tissues as she jerked his jeans and shorts down to his knees. His hard cock thrust up to slap her cheek, leaving a slick moist spot. "Gosh, Tommy! It's so... big... so sweet!" She kissed the satin-smooth glans. Tommy moaned. "You ever been with a girl?"

"No... never... " His body was shaking like a sail catching its first wind. "Never... " Robin got to her knees and pulled her dress over her head, then jerked his jeans and shorts off. She knelt, baring her naked immature body to his ogling gaze. He reached up a trembling hand to touch her small breasts, ran his fingers down over her midriff and belly and into the thin, black patch of her pubic hair. "Do you know how babies are made, Tommy?"

He swallowed noisily. "Sure! By... by fucking." He slid his middle finger into the top of her slit. Robin shuddered. "Geeees! I never saw a girl's... cunt before."

"I don't want to get pregnant," Robin whispered, rotating her hips. "We can have fun in other ways, though, Tommy."

"How?"

Robin glanced down at his hard cock and the thin thread of clear liquid dripping from the eye of his glans. She lay down between his thighs, and kissed the crinkly skin of his scrotum drawn up tightly to the base of his shaft. "You won't tell anyone, will you, Tommy?"

"No, Robin, I swear it!" His fingers twined in her hair. He lifted his hips off the ground to offer his throbbing cockhead to her warm lips.

"You'd better not," Robin whispered. Her tongue laved the underside of his coronal ridge, then licked the dewy drops from the meatus. As her lips opened to take the warm, delicious sweetmeat of his swollen glans into her mouth, she sensed his imminent ejaculation, and suckled hungrily.

"GEEEE-SUS!" Tommy cried, thrusting his cock deep into her throat. His fingers clutched her hair, preventing Robin from drawing her head back. She fought off the gagging that threatened to strangle her, and swallowed the successive waves of his cum. His hips ceased all movement, and his buttocks sank onto the grass as Robin continued to suck his shriveling prick. She had all of it in her mouth, warm, soft, slimy, delicious. Glancing up over his belly and bony ribcage, she noted the tip of his tongue moving over his lips, the long hard line of his nose, and the heavy lashes of his closed eyelids. The tiny nipples of her small breasts tingled with built-up tension, and her loins ached with the urgent need for release. Tommy's cock was swelling again as she sucked the soft flesh into stiffening life. Slowly and carefully, Robin got to her knees, moved around until she straddled him, her pussy directly above his face. His cock was hard now, his hips moving up and down to fuck it rhythmically into her mouth. She lowered her pubes until she could feel his warm breath on her oozing tissues. His hands encircled her buttocks, fingers spreading her cuntal crack.

"Robin! Oooh! Robin!" His lips kissed her swollen labia, and his tongue touched the mouth of her vagina.

"Love it for me, Tommy! Ooh! I'm hot!" She reached down between their bellies to finger the top of her slit open. "There! Right there!" she said, her fingertip at the base of her miniprick. "Suck this for me, Tommy, please!" Jolts of sheer delight rocketed all through her loins as his lips enfolded her tiny joybud. "OOOH! TOMMY! SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT" Again she engorged his hard prick, tonguing around the swollen crown, sucking at it, while his ass bucked in a savage rhythm timed to the wild rotation of her hips. She could feel his hot breath on her asshole as his tongue foraged in her vagina and his chin pressed against her pulsing clitoris. Electric currents raced from her tingling nipples down into her belly and pubes. Their bodies tensed for a moment as orgasmic waves broke within them, then, with wild cries of delight, they poured out the distillation of their savage lust.

For some time they lay in each other's arms with the sun warming their spent bodies. Tommy leaned over to place his cheek against hers. The acrid scent of her sexual juices was a sweet and delightful perfume in her nostrils. "Geeees-sus!" Tommy whispered, "I never... never... knew it was like this!" He kissed her lips. Robin opened her mouth to suck in his tongue. They exchanged gobs of saliva, savoring the taste of the mixture of male and female juices. Tommy pulled his head back and regarded her with a worried look in his eyes. "You won't tell anybody I sucked your cunt, will you, Robin?"

She tweaked his nose, and chuckled. "Not unless you tell I sucked your cock."

"Cross my heart and hope to die. Never!" His hands roamed over her breasts and belly and hips like those of a blind boy fixing forever in his mind the tactile impression of an unfamiliar but delightful object. "Robin! I like that name. Robin! Mmm!" he whispered. His lips moved across her breasts in a tender caress. He chuckled into the soft flesh of her small breasts. "I been lying awake every night since I first saw you, Robin, thinking of you... wondering what you would look like... like... this!" Robin laid a hand to the back of his head to pull his face down to her nipple.

"You're sweet, Tommy! Kiss my titty!" Her other hand cupped the soft small mass of her breast up to his lips. His mouth opened to suck in most of her breast. Robin felt his cock alive and throbbing at her hip, and turned to face him.

"It's getting hard again, Robin," he whispered hoarsely. "Put it in. I want to fuck you."

"And if I get pregnant?"

"I won't come in you, honest!"

"Oh no!" Robin took hold of his hard cock and put it between her thighs. "Fuck me like this, Tommy. And don't try to sneak the head of it inside. Okay?" She clamped her thighs closely together as he stroked his hard cock back and forth in her tingling cuntal tissues. "OOOH! TOMMY! THIS FEELS GOOD!" Reaching a hand in back of her, she held her fingers cupped to guide the crown of his cock over her asshole on each forward thrust.

"I'm coming, Robin! I'm coming!" he cried.

"Wait for me!" Robin pleaded, but he forced his belly against hers and trembled. She felt his hot seed pour into her hand and surge against her twitching asshole.

"I'm sorry, Robin. I couldn't help it."

"It's all right. Next time will be better. I think it's getting late. I'll have to get home in time to take a shower before... "

"Me too." Tommy sat up as Robin reached for her brief-case. She took out the package of tissues, and handed it to him. "Better wipe the stuff off your face, Tommy. And when you get home, stay away from your mother. One whiff, and she'll know what you've been doing." A twig cracked in the trees behind them. Robin sat up, her eyes wide with fright. "What was that?"

Tommy shrugged. "A small animal, maybe a bird. I've been out in the woods enough to recognize the sound of a man... " He handed Robin several tissues. As she wiped her hand and asscrack free of jism, Tommy picked up her briefcase, and glanced inside. "You had this all planned," he said, holding up her panties.

Robin grinned. "Aren't you glad?"

Tommy embraced her. "Gees! If you'd waited for me... How about meeting me here tomorrow, Robin?"

"Not tomorrow, no... "

"Sunday?"

Robin laughed as she slipped on her dress. "I'm as anxious as you, Tommy, but we better make it Monday. We can skip the last class."

"Sure! Monday. I'll be here."

As they emerged from the woods, they could see a man standing in front of the school, looking toward them. "It's Mister Goggins!" Robin whispered. "Omigod! What'll he think?"

"We've been bird-watching," Tommy said. The quaver in his voice betrayed the falsity of the bold note he tried to put in his statement.

Goggins stood facing them, his hands behind his back as they approached. A man of medium height with gray, thinning hair and a round full face, he greeted them with a paternal smile. "Well, well! We have a pair of nature lovers, eh? You been teaching our young friend, Robin, about the birds, Tommy?"

"Yes sir, Mister Goggins. We been out looking for a warbler Robin saw the other day."

Goggins kept his left hand behind his back and ran a finger over his thick wet lips. "And you, young lady, you been teaching Tommy about the bees?"

Robin essayed a grin that died in the hot flush that spread across her face. "I can't teach him a thing about nature, Mister Goggins. I gotta run. Mom will be home soon. Good-bye."

"Good-bye. It's wonderful to be young, isn't it?" Goggins continued to face them as they walked away.

"He seems like a nice old guy," Tommy said.

"I don't know about him," Robin replied, pensive. "I smell something fishy about the old geezer."

Tommy sniffed several times, then laughed. "I know what you mean, Robin. Monday afternoon, remember?"

Several times over the weekend, she and her brother, Tommy, had had an opportunity for sexual play, but Robin had refused him. She decided to save all her energy and juices for her lover, Tommy. Monday finally came. Tommy was waiting for her in their private little playground when Robin arrived some ten minutes late. He lay naked on the grass, his cock standing erect and ready for action. Robin sank down beside him. "I'm sorry I'm late, Tommy," she said. "I saw that old geezer standing in the window of his office. I'm sure he was watching me, so I walked the other way, circled around two blocks north, and came here another way."

"Look what I got." Tommy held out his right hand. A small metal box nestled in his palm.

"What is it?"

"Rubbers. I found it in my brother Jim's dresser drawer... under a pile of shorts. He's seventeen... and has a lot of girl friends. Take your clothes off, Robin. I'm going to fuck you today."

A chill raced up Robin's spine. "Ever get a feeling someone's watching you? I wonder if that old... "

"That old fart!" Tommy exclaimed with laughter. "Naw! He never married. He's probably home right now playing with himself."

"Why don't you take a look, Tommy?"

"I did... just before you came. Get naked, I can't wait."

With some misgivings, Robin stripped. She had planned to have Tommy undress her today, but the sight of his stiff, upright cock excited her, and she undressed quickly. Tommy was having some trouble encasing his cock in the thin roll of rubber. He pulled it so tightly that his glans popped through the end of it.

"Shit!" he muttered. Robin watched with dismay. Suppose the thing broke when he had it in her? Besides, his cock looked enormous. She spread her legs and slipped a finger into her cunt. Her hole was so tight she could get only her middle finger into it. She looked at her finger, comparing its thickness with Tommy's cock, now encased in a thin sleeve of rubber. A girl always bled when she lost her cherry, she remembered. A vision of herself walking home with blood dripping from her ruptured cunt sent a wave of cold fear scudding through her mind. Tommy spread himself on top of her, his swollen cockhead probing her cuntal crack in search of her vaginal opening. "Where is it, dammit?"

"Let me have it," Robin suggested. The hard club of flesh felt as large as a baseball bat. She began to cry.

"What's the matter, Robin, can't you find it either?"

"It's too big, Tommy. You'll split me wide open." The head of it was positioned at the mouth of her vagina. Tommy pressured at the tight little hole. Robin screamed. "Stop it! No, no, no, no! Tommy!"

Frightened, Tommy raised up on hands and knees. "Did I hurt you?"

"Yes. I won't let you do it. I can't stand the pain."

"Shit!" Tommy grumbled, and rolled off her to lie on his back, staring in sulky silence at the bright, blue sky.

"I'm sorry, Tommy, really I am. You have no idea how much it hurts."

"Girls fuck boys all the time. How come... "

"Tommy, darling! You're built too big for my little cunt. Why, you're probably as big as any man in town. Let me love it for you." Stripping the rubber from his stiff cock, she went down on him, kissing and tonguing his thighs and balls and asscrack, even his tightly puckered asshole in an attempt to make up for her failure to fuck him. After sucking him off, she urged him to straddle her belly, pressed her little titties together to make a fleshy tunnel for his renewed hard-on, and again took his ejaculation in her mouth. "You like that, Tommy?" she asked, pleading for forgiveness. She didn't want him to seek satisfaction with another girl.

"Yeah! That was way out." He lay down beside her.

"Tommy!

"Yeah?"

"I didn't come yet. Love it for me, please! Please?"

Tommy got to his feet. "Gees, Robin! I'd like to but it's getting late."

"You can't leave me like this, Tommy. I'm so hot I'll explode if you don't."

"Tomorrow maybe, Robin. We'll see."

At home that night, Robin tossed in her bed until she heard the light and heavy snores of her mother and father reverberating in the hallway. Slipping out of bed, she went quietly into her young brother Tommy's room, took off her nightgown, and crawled into bed beside him. For an eight-year-old boy, little Tommy had become quite an expert at the art of eating cunt, and sucked all of Robin's dammed-up juices out of her. But she could find little satisfaction in sucking his soft, juiceless cock.

At noon the next day, Robin stood outside the main entrance of the school, waiting for Tommy Brockman. The PTA was having an organization meeting commencing at one o'clock. Robin's mother would attend. She was sure Tommy's mother would also be there. The meeting was scheduled to last until five o'clock. She and Tommy would have the whole afternoon to themselves! The last of the students had left, and there was still no sign of Tommy. Thinking she had missed him somehow, Robin was about to leave when he strode through the front door, accompanied by Marge Singleton, a fourteen-year-old classmate, with long, blonde hair and a pasty complexion blotched with acne. She was half a head taller than Tommy, with big outthrust tits, and a swaggering gait.

"Hi, Robin!" Marge called out gaily, "Tommy's taking me out to watch the birds. Nice day for it, eh?" Tommy nodded and turned his face away, taking Marge's arm. Robin stood watching them stroll across the field toward the woods. Everybody in school knows she fucks like a rabbit, Robin thought as tears flowed down her cheeks. And the slut brags about taking the pill!

Robin was sobbing as she reached the street. A car pulled to the curb, and the door swung open. "Robin Cane! I'd like to talk to you. Get in!" Robin recognized Mr. Goggins at the wheel of the new Chevrolet. She hastily brushed the tears from her face as she approached the car.

"What about, Mister Goggins?" she asked, leaning over to peer at him.

"Get in, Robin. We can't talk here."

Robin settled into the seat beside him, and closed the door. A quick glance at his stern face quelled the question on her lips. She clasped her hands in her lap and shuddered inwardly. Mr. Goggins maintained silence as he drove up the street, and stopped at the highway.

"Where are we going?" Robin asked, her hands twitching nervously as Goggins turned onto the highway.

"To my house," he replied. He turned his head to glance at her. "I have a very serious matter to discuss with you. Of course, we could go to your place, and talk about it in front of your mother and father." Robin shrank down in the seat, her chin dropping to her chest. "Would you rather we do that, Robin?"

"No!" she squeaked, folding her arms across her breasts to control the tremors shaking her torso.

"My house is the last one on the left hand side," Goggins said. "Now we can have a nice long talk, Robin, with no one to disturb us all afternoon."

He braked the car and swung into a gravel drive between two rows of dense oleanders. Tall sycamores shaded the old two-story frame house, their droopy branches hanging low over the roof of the veranda that stretched the width of the house. The faded, peeling paint of the house and the patchy, unkempt grass in the yard, the deep shade of the numerous old trees, all combined to give an eerie atmosphere to the place. Robin's feet suddenly felt chilled, the cold creeping up her legs, into her loins and belly, and tightening around her heart.

"I've lived all my life in this house, Robin," Goggins said as he drove around to the back of the house and parked the car in an old barn. "You can get out now, Robin."

"What are you going to do to me?" Robin asked, her voice quavering with terror. She got out of the car, slammed the door, and stepped outside. Goggins turned his back to her as he swung the barn doors closed.

"Do to you?"

Robin looked toward the oleanders along the front of the property, determined to make a dash for it. The old guy would never catch her!

"Why, Robin, I told you I only wanted to have a long talk with you... about you and Tommy Brockman."

'Omigod!' Robin thought. 'He was the one making the noise I heard yesterday.' "Come, my dear, we can go in the back way." Goggins led the way to a small stoop, put a key in the lock, and opened the door. "You'll like my lovely old house, Robin. It takes a bit of getting used to, though. There's plenty of time for that later, you'll see."

Like one walking "the last mile," Robin followed him with slow faltering steps. He led her through an old kitchen with cracked linoleum on the floor, and a wooden sink, down a dark hallway, and into a large room. Venetian blinds at all four windows were drawn. Goggins switched on a desk lamp. Robin glanced nervously about the room. To her right a large movie screen filled most of one wall with a door to the left. Bookshelves lined another wall. Beneath the windows to her left was a large studio couch with several pillows piled at one end. A movie projector stood on the glass-topped desk.

"There's a toilet through that door beside the movie screen, Robin. Do you have to go?"

"No!" she said curtly as her face flushed.

"Okay, then. I want to show you some movies I took. We'll talk later." Stepping over to a large stereo set, he flicked a switch. "I like the waltzes of Johann Strauss. The rhythm is the best... well, you'll see, Robin. Sit down here and watch the screen." He touched her arm to urge her onto a straight-backed chair beside the desk.

"What kind of movies are they, Mister Goggin?"

"Watch!" He turned the projector on, then switched off the lights. In the darkened room, the figures appearing on the screen were seen clearly, but at a distance. The lens zoomed in on the woman, and the Negro boy beside her.

"It's Missus Bellows!" Robin gasped. She inhaled deeply as the woman drew the black boy into her arms in a passionate embrace.

"Recognize him, Robin?"

"Yes. Willie Johnson. He's a senior... fullback on the team... "

"He wasn't when I took these pictures four years ago. He was a skinny little guy... but he had an enormous cock. Wait till he turns around."

They were undressing each other, stripping their clothes off in frenzied haste. Naked, Mrs. Bellows sank to her knees, grasping Willie's skinny black buttocks to turn him toward her. The black cock thrusting out at the woman's lips was truly enormous. She licked the dark, purple crown, lapped at the ridge of it, and opened her mouth to suck half of the huge glans in. Breaking out of the shock at seeing her English teacher on her knees sucking a black boy's prick, Robin stood up. "I don't have to look at this filth! I'm going home."

"Sit down!" Goggins growled. "Recognize anything familiar about the place I shot this picture, Robin?" She sank down on the chair as she saw the small clearing in the woods where she and Tommy had had sex the last two days. "Ever seen yourself in pictures, Robin?"

"No," she sobbed, lowering her head.

"Sit tight, child, you will! I'll be back in a minute."

Robin looked up at the screen as he left the room. The film had obviously been edited into a montage of quick scenes lasting about a minute each. In one, Willie was fucking Mrs. Bellows. The camera zoomed in to show a close-up of her black furry cunt dripping a gooey liquid as the boy's black cock pounded into her red-lipped pussy.

Another shot showed Mrs. Bellows lying on the grass, her hands clutching the ears of the black boy as he sucked her cunt. The screen went dark for an instant, then lighted up again. Despite the shock of seeing herself in the act of seducing the innocent Tommy Brockman, Robin followed every move with rising excitement. There were several close-up shots of her own cuntal slit, wet and glistening in the bright sunlight. She heard the swish of footsteps behind her, and straightened up.

"Seen enough, Robin?" The lights came up, and Goggins laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes. No more, please, Mister Goggins." She turned. He was clad in a white terry robe loosely tied about his waist.

"Well?" She tried to keep her voice steady, and her eyes on his face. "What is all this leading up to?'"

"You're a cool one." He leaned over to turn off the projector. "For a twelve-year-old, you sure are an expert cocksucker. Must have had a lot of practice." He laughed, a deep cynical laugh that rumbled up out of his chest. "Missus Bellows has been spending every Thursday afternoon with me for the past four years. I told her yesterday not to bother coming anymore." His hand slid down her arm and onto her breast. Robin froze stiffly as his fingers tweaked her nipples. "I told Missus Bellows I had another girl to take her place."

"My father will kill you, Mister Goggins."

He chuckled. "He'll kill you if I send him these movies. I learned that your mother's bridge club starts their fall and winter sessions this Thursday. You'll spend every Thursday afternoon with me, girl, until I tell you I've gotten tired of you. Understand? Now get up and take your clothes off."

Robin rose slowly, sobs choking her. She pulled her dress over her head, tossed it on the chair, then dropped her panties to the floor. Still sobbing and sniffling, she watched the old man shrug his robe off his shoulders. Protruding from under his paunchy belly was a hard cock at least as large as that of Willie Johnson. Her eyes widened with terror.

"You're not going to... try to... fuck me... with that... "

"Of course not, little girl." He pulled her close, his hands roaming up and down her back and asscheeks, and his huge cock thrusting between her legs. "I'd split your cunt and your asshole wide open if I tried. Here, come sit on the edge of the table... at the corner." He lifted her up and set her ass on the cold glass. "Spread your legs, girl, and let me slide this monster in your asscrack. There!" Robin's wet cuntal flesh wrapped around his monstrously thick shaft. She could feel the bulbous head push past her asshole and slide out into space behind her. "That's not bad, is it, little girl?"

'Feels good!' she thought, 'Real good!' "Is it?"

"No," she conceded grudgingly.

"Now! You fuck the top of my prick, Robin. Just slide back and forth. Mmm! That's the girl."

Robin was thoroughly enjoying the action within a minute or so, but something was bothering her. It finally dawned on her that for the first time in her short sexual experience, she was completely out of control of what she was doing. The dirty old man! she thought, the filthy old bastard! But his cock was deliciously satisfying, hard as a rock, filling her whole cuntal crack with warm, titillating male flesh. She found that she could, by leaning forward slightly, keep her sensitive clitoris in constant massage as she slid her hips back and forth.

"OOOH! OOOH!" Robin could not suppress the moan of delight rising from her throat. Goggins was sucking her tit, drawing her whole breast into his mouth, tormenting it into throbbing delight with his tongue and lips.

"Getting close, Robin?"

"MMMMM! YES! I'M RIGHT... THERE... NOW! OHMIGOD! I'M... COMMMIIINNNGGG!"

All sensation centered in her clitoris, pounding with a savage delight as her cum flooded out of her, soaking the hard shaft and the bulbous cockhead plowing back and forth in her cuntal slit. She was dimly aware of his warm semen spurting against her asshole as she collapsed in his arms. He carried her to the couch, laid her down, then lay on his back and pulled her over on top of him. Spreading her asscrack with both hands, he buried his face in her soaking slit, laving his own and her cum from her cuntal tissues. Robin's face was just above the soft mass of his genitals. She tongued the slimy mucus from it, savoring the strong taste of his semen and her own acrid juices. Lifting the head of it, she opened her mouth and took the fearsome thing in. Even though soft and flaccid, she could engorge its mass with difficulty.

The smell of a man's cockflesh in her mouth, as she sucked greedily.

The doorbell chimed. Robin struggled into wakefulness-into the familiar surroundings of her own bedroom. The doorbell chimed again. Tightening her robe about her, Robin padded barefooted to the front door. She stood for a moment, waiting for her mind to clear away the dregs of her vivid dream.