J. McNab - The eager stepmother

To Scott Birks, the next few moments were nothing short of sensational. He hung there, kneeling and trembling and unable to believe the indescribable happenings to his cock. It was like having it in a little steam bath, the soothing motions of her tongue and lips bringing a mounting joy to his straining, churning cock. Never had he experienced such utter bliss as she lavishly washed around the reaching, quivering head.

To Pauline Harper, it was the answer to a long, drawn-out prayer. If anything, she had missed the opportunity to try sucking cock once more, far more than she had missed having some excited man ram his big prick up her cunt. She twisted and turned her face in order to bring more devastating thrills to the throbbing roll of meat. Then, with a disappointed grunt, she realized he was coming and her excitement mounted to the point where her tits seemed to be about to burst into flame.

The one time she and Murray had done this, he had been too shy and reluctant to let her finish. She had tried to hold him in place, but he managed at the last moment to withdraw his beautiful cock so that it belched out its precious cream, striking her face and nose. She could still remember the disappointed cry she had given as the warm cum had jetted free to be wasted on her face. Now, she tightened her holds on the throbbing shaft and the heavy clump of balls. Then, as the cock thickened in readiness and Scott gave warning little cries and the first indication he would try to withdraw, she gave the first tentative suck as her tongue darted around the thickening ridge. A moment later and the cock had filled her mouth, stretching her lips and teeth amazingly wide. It throbbed heavily for a few more seconds, and then like a huge cannon it ejaculated a massive dose of jism, slamming it against the back of her throat, delighting but startling her as she tried to swallow it. She just managed it as it gave a recoiling action. Another second and the next load landed, followed by an erratic expulsion of thinner but even warmer jets of pure cum.

"Oh, God!" Scott's hips, even though he was trying desperately to control them, were flipping to the spurting of his sperm. "Jesus, Holy Jesus!" The relief was like a mantle of soothing oil as she continued to suck his cock. "No! Please… no."

She was pulling him gently by his balls, her little hand completely filled with his scrotum as the thick cock, still pulsing excitedly, was urged on through her sensuous lips. Her tongue could no longer wash around it. Instead it stroked and licked at the taut underside. A fraction of an inch more and the fully bared head was nestled in the softness of her throat, pulsing and throbbing against the membranes, and flooding her with delight.

"No! No… oh, God! Please… no… Jesus, but that's heavenly."

She wasn't sure what she was doing, except moving her throat and encasing the quivering cockhead. Her lips still worked industriously around the stem and her tongue idly licked at the underside. She squeezed the balls tighter, pressing them back so that the head of the enormous cock seemed to bury itself more firmly against the back of her throat. Then in a series of little sucks, she made him quiver and shake until he was finally dry and just shaking.

They fucked after a swim. It was a long fuck, lasting well over an hour, during which he screwed her with all the vigor of a twenty-year-old getting his first piece of ass. He'd been a long time coming, and he put it down to the fact that she had sucked him off earlier. But then her excitement had mounted to unbelievable heights and she had been forced to throw him over onto his back. A few minutes later, with her hips and thighs beating a tattoo against his, she had finished up in a sitting position, his ten inches of steaming cock deeply imbedded in her clutching cunt. Then she had ridden up and down on him, drawing a second batch of hot, scalding jizz from his powerful balls.

"You love cock, don't you?" he said matter-of-factly as they lay side by side, panting for breath.

"I love it." She was cupping her fabulous tits which were rising and falling from their strenuous fuck. "I just don't get enough of it any more."

He put his hand on one of her boobs, and she immediately withdrew her hand so that he could feel the huge, billowy soft tit. "Well, you may not get enough in the future, but I'll see you get some."

She used her free hand to fondle his cock. It was partially flaccid and looped over across his crotch hair. "I hope so." Then she raised herself onto one elbow so that the beautiful big tits hung there, his hand moving back and forth from one to the other. "Think you can keep two women happy?" Just the thought of having a cock now and again, discreetly, and without any nosy local people knowing, filled her with lust as she slipped her open fingers under his balls.

"I think so," he replied, grinning as she lowered her face and kissed him tenderly.

"What if Robin finds out?"

"I don't think she'd care."

Pauline sat up, and stared at him incredulously. "She wouldn't?" she asked, unable to believe it.

"I haven't told her about you yet, but if she was here, I don't think she'd care."

A little tingling streak of excitement coursed through her tits as he continued to play with them. Just the thought of a woman allowing her husband to fuck another was fearfully erotic. Then the possibilities overwhelmed her as she thought more about it. "You mean, she really wouldn't mind if she… well… caught us… screwing?"

He laughed and squeezed one of the hanging, lantern-like knockers. "I know she wouldn't."

Pauline clutched his halls tightly. "How would you like to have Robin and the family move in with Barry and I until the Gilbertson house is ready? We have six bedrooms and more room than we ever use. That way you could have your family here and be ready to settle into your own home later."

Scott Birks thought about it as he pulled playfully on a nipple. "I hate to put you to all that trouble," he said finally, "but it would let the kids get settled into school before the summer break."

She talked him into it as they dressed, and afterwards, Scott had called his wife in New York to tell her the good news.

"It'll be two months, but Pauline doesn't care," he assured Robin as he listened to her give little whinnying cries of joy at the news. He was standing by the telephone table in the long hallway with his arm around Pauline and his hand cupping and squeezing one fabulous tit through the thin hostess gown she was wearing.

"She sounds very nice."

"And thoughtful, too." He managed to slip his hand inside the gown, his fingers groping until she turned partly around so that his hand could encase her swollen tit.

"The kids will go berserk when they hear we're at last moving."

He moved his hand to Pauline's other tit, his fingers sinking into the warm, yielding flesh. She responded by running her hand flatly over the front of his pants, the fact that he was talking to his wife while she was feeling him making her excited all over again.

"I'll call the movers in the morning, and then I can let you know when I've made reservations for the flight."

His cock was growing rapidly and trying to find room to stretch. It made him horny, and he said, "I can't wait to give you a big hunk of tail."

Robin gave a delighted laugh. "Believe me, I can't wait either. God, but I've missed you!"

"Didn't you see Bill and Joan?"

"Yes, he came home last week and Joan called me one morning. I went over for lunch – and had a ball."

"That would make you feel better." He pressed his now upthrust cock against Pauline's hand as her face widened into a grin. A moment later and her fingers were fiddling with his zipper, pulling it down and allowing her hand to edge inside to search through his undershorts for the huge cock.