Black cock behind her, Liz helps Carl with Robin

"Uh-huh-huh-ho-ly-shi-it" Robin screamed, batting at Carl's hands to release her but he paid no attention. Liz's eyes open wider, speechless at the sight of the pool party, and finally Robin closed her eyes. She thinks I'm a slut, Robin wailed to herself, remembering it was her husband who introduced her to Liz all those years ago.

"Robin," Liz's voice asked, heavy with shock from the doorway, "is this okay? Did they--" Robin's eyes flung open, shaking her head and pleading. Carl and Pete just laughed.

"I-huh-asked-HUH!-for-for," Robin's words ran out, turning, despite her shame, into a deep, pleasured moan. GOD, Carl knows how to fuck, she tough, closing her eyes again.

With immense **** of will she pushed herself forward, falling onto her side, belly still convulsing from Carl's 'deep work'. Moments later Liz was at her side, lips pressed tightly together and pushing her long blonde hair from her face as she kneeled next to her friend.

"They didn't **** you?" she asked again, skittish in the presence of the two naked men. Carl was leaning against the metal pool ladder now, pumping his prick the same as Pete...both men were looking at Liz now.

Robin felt tears leak from her eyes. "NO, god Liz...I just...I'm...I get so lonely in this house alone, y'know?" Liz's eyes opened a little wider, and she choked on a giggle, then let it out in a full laugh, falling down on her side next to her best friend.

"Oh, Robin," she said breathlessly. Liz looked back at Pete and smiled. Pete kept stroking himself, totally at ease. She looked over to Carl, who had stopped pumping his meat and was staring at her legs.

Liz shook her head again, standing up and kicking off her high-heeled shoes. She held her hand down to Robin to lift her up. Robin took it, her belly still shuddering pleasantly, and held onto Liz's hands when she stood up. "Liz," she begged. "Please, I've never done ANYTHING like this before! Please, don't tell--"

Liz grabbed both Robin's shoulders, steadying her, rubbing her shoulders softly. "I know, girl. I've been totally amazed at you, a nun in this house. That's why I never..." Liz licked her lips, fighting an internal battle. "Oh, fuck it," she said, pulling Robin close and kissing her chin, her lower lip, opening her warm mouth and sliding her tongue inside Robin's stunned, half-open mouth.

Robin started to pull back automatically, but her body had other ideas, molding her body to Liz's tight Beverly Hills clothing ensemble. Liz pressed one leg between Robin's, pressing gently against her wet, heaving cunt.

With a gasp, Robin broke the kiss. Her hands rubbing Liz's ass hard. The two best friends looked at each other in shock, then Robin brought one hand up, caressing Liz's cheek and crooking her pinkie:
"Super-secret?" she asked, eagerness clutching at her throat.

Liz laughed again, bending her own pinkie against Robin's and 'shaking'. "Super secret... you closet slut!" Robin laughed, then jumped in shock as Peter appeared behind Liz.

"Too much talking, white girls," he teased, and Liz jumped, her eyes immediately glazing over. Robin stepped back - right into Carl - and watched Liz melt against Pete's hand...slid between her legs, sliding even as she watched under the banana-yellow thong her friend wore.

Robin loved the sight of her friend being on the receiving end of the black stranger, and felt something strange course through her veins, even as Carl's cock shifted between her legs, pressing slowly against her cunnylips.

"So I'M a slut, am I? Peter, show this little white girl some manners, will you darling?" Liz met Robin's eyes. Her throat moved, but no words came out, only that stunned, submissive look: unlike any she'd seen Liz wear before. Then her lips parted as if to drink, as Peter bent her over on the spot.

Robin stepped away (reluctantly) from Carl's thickness and strode to Liz, holding her chin in her hands. "I'm going to make sure we treat you right, Liz. I've been thinking of doing this to you ever since you told me about your first 3-way. Time for you to let someone else do the driving,sister."

Liz smiled, a bent, puppy-dog look, and Robin knew she had her (Yes!). Satisfied, she beckoned to Carl with one hand and slipped her other index finger into her friend's mouth: she promptly began to suck...like a good girl.

She waited for Carl (where WAS Carl's cock, dammit!), feeling decidedly imperious. "Give it to her hard and fast, please, Peter. It's time this little blonde slut was given a lesson!"

Liz began to whimper around Robin's finger, her tongue suckling it like a baby at the breast.

Robin was enjoying her pool party immensely.