Poundtown

Two days later, Carrie and Robin made a trip to Texas to see John. They arrived mid-afternoon, Robin clad in jeans, another band shirt and tight jeans. She was bouncing in her tennis shoes. Carrie was in a dark blue dress, twirling her fingers in her blonde hair.

"Hey Barbie," John said, leaning in to give his girl a kiss. "And you must be Robin." He kissed the back of her hand, gallantly.

"Hey Daddy," Carrie said. "This is my cousin Robin ...and she's uhhhh."

"I've heard stories about you," Robin said with a knowing grin, looking down at John's crotch.

"Oh ..... OH," John said, looking awkward.

"It's okay Daddy... she wants to join our group. Like Cassie." John's eyebrows lifted.

***

Carrie stroked John's hair, watching as he and Robin kissed hungrily. She'd never be a cuckquean, at least she didn't think she would be, but it was fun to watch. She rubbed John's abs, watching his hand squeeze Robin's incredible ass. She reached down, unbuckling John's belt buckle, and unzipping his pants. She got down to her knees to pull them off, along with his boxers. She whistled.

"You weren't lying, cousin. This ... this is a man's cock," she said admiringly, reaching down to stroke it, kissing the tip. Carrie took the opportunity, kissing John, his hands wandering over her breasts.

John moved over to sit on the bed, enjoying Robin's oral ministrations as she started to suck his cock. Carrie watched. She was struggling with the length and thickness, but she was definitely game, leaning down to suck on his heavy balls. Carrie pushed John so he was laying down on the bed, and then climbed up him so he could eat her pussy while Robin fellated him.

After Carrie cum, it was time for Robin to get some of what Carrie had enjoyed for over six months. She stroked John's thick, long, wet cock, and then stood up, tugging her shirt off. Unlike Carrie's gold piercings, Robin's were black. They had a thick gauge, through both her nipples and clit hood. Her sex was smooth.

"Mmm ... I like a little mane down there to tug," John said. "It's a more ... womanly look."

"Well, I can see why you get what you want," Robin admitted. She turned around, bending over to remove her shoes and socks. Now it was John's turn to whistle, mesmerized by her ass.

Robin lay down in the missionary position, and John mounted her, his big fat cock head pressing against her entrance, pushing inside her.

"Fuckkkkk," Robin whined. "So bloody big." John growled, pushing in further, until he was seated balls deep in her sex. Then he fucked her, his heavy balls slapping her ass. Robin whimpered, her hands on John's ass, pulling him deeper, her eyes wild.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes," Robin said, lifting to meet him, as the first orgasm overwhelmed her. John, ever the bull, worked her pussy for another forty minutes. Finally, Carrie was unable resist, getting behind John and starting to eat his ass. He growled, as the extra sensation pushed him over the edge, shooting thick, rich ropes of seed into Robin's pussy.

"This .... " Robin said weakly. "This is all I want from now on. All the time, from now on."