Chapter 7
At home, alone and dispirited, Robin made a cup of hot chocolate, and sat in the breakfast nook mulling over her situation. She could see no way Shure could get her out of this horrible mess, and if he could, Robin was certain she would become "one of his trained seals," whatever that meant. On impulse, she opened the telephone directory, ran down the list of Conners. There was no listing for Alice. She started at the beginning and found an A.C. Conners. The address was within five blocks of the school. Holding her fingernail under the number, she lifted the receiver, and dialed the first three numbers, then hesitated. Shure had cautioned her about talking to anyone. Besides, what would she tell Alice? She cradled the receiver. Glancing out the window, Robin saw the scene of yesterday's orgy bathed in bright sunlight.
"That little bitch must have found a knothole in the fence somewhere," she muttered. "I'll have to cheek on that."
The ringing of the telephone on the wall in back of her head startled her. She lifted the receiver.
"Robin? Bob. How are you, sweet?"
Her fingers tightened on the phone. She closed her eyes. This was her last and only contact with a sane world.
"Robin? Are you there?"
"Yes, yes, Bob! Oh thank God you called, darling!"
"Is anything wrong?"
"No! Nothing's wrong, nothing at all. I was just thinking of you. I'm so terribly lonesome."
"Honey, I haven't - thought of anything or anybody but you since I left you a month or a year ago. You haven't forgotten our date tonight, darling?"
"Gosh no! Six o'clock?"
"Right! Damn, if I didn't have two more appointments this afternoon, I'd be out there with you right now."
"Oh Bob! I can't wait to see you. I'll be dressed and waiting. Good-bye, darling!"
Robin placed the receiver on the hook, and rose to wash out her cup at the sink. As she glanced out at the redwood lounge on the patio, she shuddered. No trace of her rutting actions of the day before could be seen in the clear bright air. She couldn't erase it from her mind but she could and would cleanse every remnant of it from her body.
She stripped off her clothes in the bathroom, and took down the enema can from the linen closet. Filling the can with a warm soapy solution, she cleansed herself internally, flushing away every stringy remnant of semen. Then she douched, and scrubbed her vaginal slit with hot sudsy water. After brushing her teeth, she gargled with a strong solution of mouthwash. The purification ceremonies lifted her spirits, and she broke into song. If she could not offer her lover innocence, she could present him with a thoroughly clean body, and an unbroken hymen tonight. For more than an hour, Robin lay in a tub of hot, sudsy' perfumed water, before soaping herself thoroughly.
When she lay down to catch an hour's nap. Robin felt completely clean, physically.
The alarm awakened her at five o'clock. She got out of bed, feeling refreshed and excited. Standing before the mirror in the bathroom, she straightened up to her full five feet, inhaled deeply several times, then put her hands above her head and bent to touch her toes five times. There was a warm glow in her face as she looked into the mirror. She ran her hands slowly over her breasts, belly, and hips, enjoying the feel of her smooth, soft skin and the sensuous sweeping curves of her flesh. Touching her pubes with a caressing hand, she murmured, "Tonight you will know love, true, tender, mature love!" Robin felt as holy and consecrated as a virgin preparing herself for her first night with the one and only love of her life. She showered, lathering herself with a fresh bar of highly perfumed soap.
At ten minutes to six, Robin stood at the window of the living room, dressed in a light-yellow dress with a tight bodice that outlined her small, pear-shaped breasts and her budded nipples. Underneath, she wore nothing but Bikini panties that covered less than half of her buttocks. Tense with excitement, she cupped first one breast, then the other, as she kept watch. The telephone rang. She dashed out to the kitchen and lifted the receiver.
"Robin? This is Alice Conners."
"How are you Alice? I was thinking about you this afternoon."
"I've had you on my mind since I left school this afternoon, Robin. I wanted to call sooner but I've been to the beauty shop. I was thinking... I saw fuzz-nuts call you into his office. I waited outside but you were in there so long, I had to run."
"Yes, he wanted to know how I was doing," Robin said guardedly.
"I can imagine! Look, Robin, I think you and I should have a little talk. Are you busy tonight?"
"I have a dinner date. He should be here any minute. I'd love to talk to you. Could we get together tomorrow night?"
"Let's see, tomorrow's the third Friday of the month, right? If I'm right in my suspicious mind, honey... " Alice paused to laugh sarcastically. "... we'll see each other tomorrow night for sure! See you at school in the morning. Have fun!"
Robin hung up. Her brow furrowed in puzzlement.
"What did she mean by that?" she muttered, returning to the living room. The headlights of a car illuminated the room. Robin grabbed her purse and rushed out the door.
"That's what I like in my women," Bob said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, "right on the dot." He opened the car door for her, helped her into the seat, then kissed her on the lips. "Of course, there are other things, too."
"Tell me about them over dinner, Bob. I'm hungry."
"Right!" He slammed the door, walked around the car, and seated himself behind the wheel. "And what's your pleasure tonight?"
"Need you ask? Back where it all began. I want to be sure it wasn't magic." She slid over to sit close to him as he backed the car out of the driveway.
At The Steak House, Bob opened the front door for her, and grinned. "I knew you'd want to return. I reserved the same table." He gripped her arm as they followed the head waiter to their table. Robin, feeling loved and wanted, pressed her arm tightly to her breast, snugging his strong male fingers against her.
Seated, Bob ordered two martinis and steaks at the same time. "We don't want to waste time, Robin. I thought you'd like to see my cabin in the woods. Too bad there's only a quarter-moon tonight. You should see it under a full moon. The lake is... "
"Oh, Bob! I'd love to go! Sounds like a place for... lovers! "
"Yes!" He reached out to take her hand. "I just bought it a month ago, You'll be the first girl I've taken out there."
The waiter brought their drinks and withdrew. "Here's to the loveliest girl I've ever known," Bob said, raising his glass, "and to a wonderful, star-filled night!" They clinked glasses and drank. The musicians began to play a slow, dreamy waltz.
"Do we have time for a dance before the food comes?" Robin asked.
Bob got to his feet. "I've got my 'druthers' in this case, Robin, and I'd rather have you warm in my arms than a hot steak in my tummy."
On the dance floor, Robin turned into his arms with confidence, and affection. She snuggled close to him, feeling the strength in his hand on her back, and the delightful hardness of his cock against her thighs. Raising her head, she sniffed the aroma of his cologne. "You smell good!" she whispered. He leaned over to nibble at her ear, his long, full sideburns tickling her cheek.
"You not only smell good, you taste delicious!" When the music stopped, Bob let his hand rest on the curve of her buttocks until the musicians resumed playing. He pulled her close, his hand pressuring the small of her back to force her pubes against his throbbing cock. "Robin!" he whispered huskily, "I think I'm falling in love with you!"
"Mmmmm!" She pressed her cheek to the soft fabric of his jacket, and shivered as he ground his stiff prick into her pubes. She could feel her own miniprick respond with pounding delight as cuntal juices spread in the crotch of her panties. On the point of a minor orgasm, she broke away from him, and said gaily, "I think we'd better get back to the table, darling."
After dinner, Bob ordered coffee and brandy. "Care to dance again, Robin?"
She shook her head. "I'm thinking of that cabin by the lake." Sipping her brandy, she studied his dark, brown eyes, his tanned, full face, and his thick mustache.
"What are you thinking, Robin?"
"I'm thinking I had better watch my step tonight. I think you're feeding me liquor in order to seduce me."
Bob's eyes twinkled. "On a warm night in early fall, with the wind in the pines and wavelets lapping the shore, can you think of anything better to do?"
"I'm not sure," Robin replied softly. A smile flickered across her pixy face. "I've never been seduced before."
Bob's eyes widened. His lips parted in surprise. "Well! Imagine!" His hand closed around hers. "In this day and age!"
"Yes," Robin whispered. "Shall we go?"
In the parking lot, he unlocked his car, then turned to embrace her, kissing her lips with tender reverence. "It's not too far," he said as they turned onto the highway. Robin sat close to him, her hand resting lightly on his knee. He lifted it to his lips, replaced it on his knee and held onto it as he drove. He seemed in a thoughtful mood, yet unable to offer any logical conversation.
"How long does it take to get there, Bob?" He didn't seem to hear her question. The excitement that had roused her earlier had been replaced with apprehension. Defloration was painful she had heard many times. Yet she was determined that Bob was the man she wanted to enter her. 'I'm in love,' she thought, 'I want to love... and to be loved... tonight!' "We turn off at the next dirt road, Robin." His voice had a tremor that his trembling hand accented.
"It's beautiful country," Robin said.
"Not far now," Bob said as he slowed to turn onto a narrow dirt road. He drove for a couple of miles, the headlamps illuminating the dark pines and brush along the road with an eerie, ghoulish light. As they crested a small hill, Bob braked the car to a stop, and turned off the lights. Before them lay a small lake, its surface rippled by a light breeze. On the far side were a few cabins with lights shining dimly in the darkness.
"Oh Bob! It's beautiful"
"Our place is on this side, Robin."
He switched on the bright lights, turned left at a fork in the road, and drove several hundred yards, then braked to swing onto a lane so narrow that the branches of trees scraped the sides of the car. He pulled up in front of a small cabin set in a clearing some fifty feet or so from the sandy shore of the lake. Robin waited for Bob to come around and open the door for her. She stepped out on a carpet of pine needles that crackled in the still night air. Bob stood back as she looked out over the lake. A quarter moon laid a narrow strip of silver across the water. A dog bayed off in the distance. Crickets chirped nearby.
"It's heavenly, Bob!" Robin inhaled deeply of the pine-scented air. "Heavenly!"
"Come see our little place," he said, taking her hand. He led her up three steps to the porch that stretched across the front of the cabin. A porch swing was suspended from the ceiling at one end. Several wooden rockers and a padded lounge were set about. Bob put a key in the lock, opened the door, and reached in to turn on the lights. He swung her up in his arms and carried her across the threshold, kissing her before setting her down. "I don't have much in the way of furniture yet," he said, gesturing toward single cots set against the walls, and a small table and wooden chairs near the small kitchen.
"That's indoor plumbing, though," Robin said, nodding toward a walled off cubicle next to the kitchen. "I hope!" she added.
"Be my guest," Bob said. "I'd better turn on the light for you." He opened the old wooden door and stepped inside for a moment. "If you need any help, holler. I think you'll find all the necessaries."
Robin entered and closed the door. A light bulb dangled from the ceiling. A metal shower cabinet almost filled the space, leaving room for a washbowl with rust stains, a mirror above it, and an old pull-chain toilet with a scrubbed oaken seat. Robin sat down, urinated, then reached for a washcloth. She was not sure what to expect from Bob in the way of preliminaries, so she wet and soaped the cloth, washed and rinsed her pussy well, and dried it on a face towel. Bob was not in the big room when she came out. His jacket and tie lay on one of the cots. Walking over to the door, Robin turned off the lights, and stepped out on the porch. Bob rose from the lounge.
"Would you prefer to go inside, Robin?"
"Oh no! It's perfect out here." She stepped into his outstretched arms. He clasped his hands in the small of her back while his lips moved hungrily over her ears and eyes and cheeks, to settle over her mouth. She felt his cock swell and harden as it crawled down the inside of his thigh. "Mmm!" she moaned, opening her mouth to suck in his tongue. His hands glided down over her buttocks to cup and fondle them, and pull her pubic bone tight against his belly. Fear and excitement sent shivers swirling through the tissues of her breast, belly, back and loins, as they suckled and fenced tongues. His fingers had gathered up the material of her dress, and his hands were clutching her bare ass.
"My darling, my darling!" he moaned, "I want to kiss it!" His fingers worked clumsily to get the waistband of her panties down over her hips. He sank to his knees, raised the hem of her dress up to her belly, and put his lips to her pubes to kiss it. "You don't mind, do you darling?"
Robin arched her back, moving her feet farther apart, and laid hands to his face in an encouraging caress. The tip of his tongue flicked at the top of her slit, setting her clitoris pounding.
"Oooh! Bob! Ooooh! Lover!" she murmured, within a moment or two of coming.
"Let's get this thing out of the way," he said, standing up, and tugging her dress over her head. Tossing her dress on a chair, he held her at arm's length while his eyes swept over her naked figure. "Christ!" he exclaimed, "you're lovely! Lovely!"
He leaned over to kiss her breasts, sucking her nipples like a famished child, while he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and let them fall to the floor. Another slight movement of his hand released his shorts from his hips. He lifted her trembling body by her buttocks and his hard cock slipped between her thighs.
"I'll be gentle, darling!" he whispered, as he stretched her out on the lounge.
He unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed it aside, then knelt beside her. Robin was frightened. His cock had felt like a huge fleshy club between her legs. She was sure that her tiny pussy would never be able to take it. Fearful, she lay cold and unresponsive to his lips and tongue moving over her breasts and belly, into her vaginal slit, and up and down the inside of her thighs.
"I love you, Robin, I love you!" He spread himself on top of her, kneeing her legs apart, and swiping the enormous bulb of his cock in her wet cuntal tissues.
"Don't hurt me, Bob, please!" she moaned as she felt his glans spread her labia. His hand was under her ass, lifting it to bring her vaginal mouth up to his cockhead.
"Tell me if I hurt you, darling! I'll stop!" He pushed harder. "Relax! Let everything go, Robin."
She took a deep breath, then exhaled it quickly. The bulbous flesh moved into her a little more. She gritted her teeth, put her arms around his back, and forced her hips up off the pad.
"Damn! You're tight, honey. Can you take a little more?"
"Hm!" Again she moved her hips slightly, and again he pressured into her, but made little progress. Robin bit her lip against the dull pain spreading through her loins and up into her belly.
"I'd better get something to lubricate your pussy, Robin."
"No!"
"Do you want me to stop? I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you."
"How much of it's in?"
"About half of the glans."
"Put it in, Bob, please! I want it in me." She gritted her teeth and spread her legs wider. "Now!"
She screamed as the crown rammed into her, sending a terrifying jolt of pain up into her back and belly. A black pall dropped over her mind, closing off all sensation.
"Oh God! Omigod! OW What did you do to me?"
Pain swirled around her loins, and her belly, and up into her vaginal barrel that felt as though it were filled with a huge baseball bat.
"Robin, darling! I'm sorry! Christ! I'm sorry!" Bob's lips were touching her cheeks, her eyes, her mouth in a frenzy of repentance. "Should I take it out?"
"No! God! Don't move!" Tears poured down her cheeks. "I... I feel... like... I'm split in two. Don't move a muscle."
They lay for a long time, immobile, while the agonizing pain receded slowly into a dull ache that insensitized her entire cuntal area to every other sensation.
"Is it... all of it in me?" she asked.
"Yes, darling! I'm so sorry... " She shuddered. "No, Bob. Don't be. I asked you to do it. I wanted you to be the one. Just lie still. Let me rest a while."
He kissed her gently on the lips. The pain gradually diminished. Sensation began to seep into her tissues. She felt a warm liquid trickling down into her asscrack.
"I'll have to wash this pad for you, Bob. I think I'm bleeding."
"To hell with the pad."
"OW You're so big! I'm beginning to feel you up in me... must be almost in my throat."
"Not that far, sweet, I'm sure. Feeling a little better?"
"Yes. I... finally know... what it's like... to be a woman." She moved her ass a little. "Try it now, please, but be careful." As he raised his hips, Robin felt a dull ache near the mouth of her vagina, stirred by the passage of his thick cock over the ruptured fragments of her hymen.
"How was it, Robin?" Bob asked, holding his glans just inside of her vagina.
"It still hurts." A triumphant smile spread her lips. "I took it! Bob, I took all of it! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me! I love it!"