I really didn't realize that she had me hard yet when she threw a leg over me and lowered her pussy down on me, swallowing my entire dick in one smooth motion. That wasn't the first time I had a girl on top, but it was the first time a woman took charge. Up to that time I would have described every time I had sex with a woman as me fucking her, Robbie was in charge and she was fucking me. I had just finished pumping her with everything I had and here she was demanding more. I didn't want her to forget who the stud was, but I was enjoying taking it just about as much as I had enjoyed giving it. She lasted longer on top that I did, I was holding her hips and pushing up into her as she slammed down on me until I could feel the cum rising again. I'm afraid I squealed like a girl when I finally shot the next load up into her snatch.
It took a while but we finally recovered and she wanted to get back to the dorm. I don't know if I was first, last or somewhere in the middle of the men she wanted to fuck that day, but I couldn't imagine that she could handle any more men after that. I got her phone number when I dropped her off. I didn't want to act like a kid who just got laid for the first time and couldn't wait to sniff his girlfriend's pussy again, but I really wanted to see her again, I wanted more of that incredible woman, and I hoped I could handle her.
Chapter 8 BD Has Another Story
What about the secrets that Connie and Patti don't know about? I'm coming to that. I did see Robbie again, many times, I asked her to marry me, she turned me down, didn't want to live on a farm. In the months and years after that night I made the trip across the state to see her many times. The sex was great. We woke up neighbors, a motel manager called the police to come and pound on our door and make sure everyone was alright, we broke furniture, on a camping trip we knocked the tent over from the inside and just kept on fucking, we did an amazing threesome with her friend Cheryl. I've been with a few women who could take everything I could give them; I had never been with anyone else who could give it all back and more. In the end I couldn't leave the farm and Robbie didn't see herself tending chickens, although she proved to me that she could handle hay bales as well as most any man.
We saw each other occasionally for a couple years, but we drifted apart eventually. There was a secret I didn't know. Robbie's son Randy was my son. I didn't know she was pregnant from the last time we got together. I was getting married in four months and I made one last cross state booty call as a final farewell to Robbie. She didn't want Ellen, my wife-to-be, to know that I had gotten her pregnant just four months before the wedding. It wasn't until about six years later that Stan called and wanted to meet with me.
I knew Stan was friends with Patti and Connie in college, but I didn't know he even knew Robbie. As it turned out he was making an occasional trip to see Robbie himself, no doubt they broke some furniture as well. He knew that Randy was my son, he had been helping Robbie financially since before Randy was born. A year after Randy was born Robbie got married for the first time, her husband was a jerk. He left her after two years with another baby, a beautiful little girl named Jill, and the start of a bad drug habit. Stan helped support her after the jerk left her but she still refused to come to me and tell me that Randy was my son. After her fifth arrest for prostitution and drugs she was sentenced to 22 months in prison, she had nowhere to leave Randy and Jill. That is when Stan came to me and filled me in on what had been going on with Robbie.
I knew what I had to do, I never doubted that Randy was my son. Ellen was not so sure. She insisted on a paternity test to determine if I was Randy's father, not only that but she insisted on the same for Jill. She was not happy, but she was accepting that Randy could be my son. Jill was born two years after we were married. She would not have been so forgiving if Jill was my biological daughter. The test results proved what I expected, Randy was my son, Jill was not my daughter. Both kids came to live on the farm with us while Robbie served her time. Randy was 6, Jill was 4. We already had a daughter who was also 4 and a son who was 8 months old.
The kids did great on the farm, we loved them as our own, and they stayed with us for several months after their mother got out of prison. On the day Robbie got released, Stan and I were there to pick her up. I wanted Robbie to get her kids back and get her life in order, but I also wanted to keep the kids. I didn't love Jill any less than Randy who really was my son. We helped her out, got her a place to live and eventually she found a job. She was on the way to getting her life in order but it was a sad day when we took the kids back to her. Ellen was as heartbroken, it was like losing part of the family. We stayed in touch with them, visiting often and they came back to spend time on the farm with us. One day Robbie's probation officer called to tell me that she had missed a required check in appointment. If it happened again she was going back to prison. One part of me wanted her to miss another appointment so we would get the kids back, but deep down I wanted her to do what was right. Stan and I made another trip to have a serious talk with her. She didn't miss any more appointments.
A year later Robbie was doing better, at least that is what we thought, she had a good job and a man in her life. The kids were doing well and they came to spend time with us often. Out of the blue one day she came to the farm and asked us to keep the kids for a week, she was getting married and going on a honeymoon. Of course we were happy to keep the kids. She didn't come back until three weeks later, and she was too messed up to drive when she got there. I took her keys, drove her to a hotel and got her a room for the night. I didn't want the kids to see her like that. The next day she was sobered up, I searched the car and made sure she didn't have any drugs or alcohol stashed away. There wasn't much else we could do, she took the kids and left.
It was about two years later when the next incident occurred. We knew she had a drinking problem and we worried constantly about the kids, we had them stay with us all she would allow. She called me late one night, she was crying. Her new husband had come home drunk and she was drunk when he got there. They got into a fight and he beat her up, when Randy tried to stop him he punched Randy.
I told Ellen about the call, got dressed and headed for the door. Ellen was blocking the door, she looked me square in the face, pointed her finger directly at my nose and said, "Richard, I know you are going there to beat that man, and if you do you are going to get arrested and go to jail. Not only that, but he might have a gun and shoot you." She started shaking that finger at me with every word she said, "your family as well as Robbie, and the kids need you. If you come home dead I'm never going to forgive you."
"I will be careful and I will stay out of trouble, but I have to do this," I said.
"I know you do," she said as she moved that finger out of my face, hugged me, then let me pass.
I had already been driving for about an hour before I cooled down enough to stop at a pay phone and call Stan in the middle of the night. He agreed to meet me near Robbie's house in the morning. I had cooled down somewhat by the time I met up with Stan, but Stan hadn't cooled down much. Stan is an attorney and he has gotten Robbie out of several tight spots over the years. He has been there for Robbie and our kids when they were about to be evicted for not paying rent, he has helped my kids when I couldn't be there. He is a good friend and I owe him in a big way.
When we went to the house I made it clear to him, "I'll take care of the asshole, if I get arrested for beating the bastard I'm going to need you for my lawyer."
Jill answered the door, she was happy to see me. The first thing we did was to check on Randy and Robbie, both of them seemed ok, nothing broken and no noticeable injuries. We drug the asshole out of bed, Stan led Robbie off to the kitchen and I had my talk with the husband. With my face about two inches from him I let him know in absolutely clear terms that if he ever hit Robbie or either of the kids again I was going to be back and crush him like a bug. I thought I was intimidating, but you should have heard Stan with Robbie. He told her every little detail about the legal troubles he was going to cause her if she didn't get this straightened out. Not the least of which is that he was going to go to court and get custody of the kids turned over to me. He had me scared for her by the time he finished and she needed and deserved to hear every word of it.