J. McNab: The eager stepmother

His hips started the violent thrusting as he fought to contain the powerful urge. Never had he wanted to ejaculate so violently before. His arms flailed here and there, his fists clenched and slamming against the bed covers as the indescribable feeling of her hot, wet mouth sucking on his cock almost drove him insane.

To Robin Birks, the taste and feel of the hot young cock throbbing and pulsing against the back of her throat were unbelievable. Never had she enjoyed a cock so much, all the previous ones having been huge, thick rolls of meaty cock which had left no room for anything other than a brisk up and down movement of her lips. Now, her tongue lashed and licked at the slender pole of prick. It had practically no ridge, only a slight indentation, but the tip of her tongue told her it was just as sensitive, just as excited when she licked around it, as the big shelf-like ridge of Scott's powerful cock. She closed her thighs, aware of the tickling little dribble of cunt juice which had escaped through her bikini crotch and was coursing down one thigh. Then, too excited and exhausted to do more, she slowly withdrew her finger from the boy's sperm cord. A moment later and she had to fight the thrusting violence of his hips and thighs as he sought relief and release.

"I'm… I'm… coming! No, no! Robin!" He had to warn her even though the onrushing cum was already spurting wildly. He tried to sit, gave up and lay back, thrusting his hips wildly, and vaguely aware that she was making no attempt to avoid the gushing geyser of his cock. He found he could plant his feet firmly on the floor, giving him some leverage. Then he forced his hips into a series of steady and prolonged up and down thrusts, his spurting cock emptying itself delightedly in the succulent heat of her welcoming mouth.

"Man! That's what I call a magnificent hunk of woman flesh."

Scott Birks laughed at the older man's expression. "That's quite a compliment," he said, still laughing as Keith Regan continued to stare with admiration at Robin. "It happens to be my wife."

Both men were standing near the edge of a throng of people all of whom were talking, sipping on drinks and nibbling on hors d'oeuvres in a reception room at a downtown hotel. Condor Air Freight was celebrating the official opening of its terminal in L.A., and the room was filled with invited guests, all of whom were potential customers and shippers on Condor planes.

Keith Regan, who had taken a sip of Scotch after making the remark, burst into a fit of coughing. When he stopped he said, "Good Lord! I'm sorry, old man. I was really admiring her, although if I had known it was your wife, I would have put it a little differently." While he was talking, his eyes were taking in the young, attractive blonde as she edged her way through the groups of guests.

"Hi, darling!" Scott Birks held out his hand until Robin had taken it. "I want you to meet Keith Regan."

Robin flashed the older man a wide smile. "Mr. Regan," she said, as he held her hand, his eyes failing to ignore her beautiful tits which were curved and straining in the low-cut neckline of the attractive black dress.

"Mrs. Birks. It's my pleasure." They were the mast beautiful tits he had seen in some time, and he had always considered himself a fit man.

"Mr. Regan has agreed to sign a pretty big contract with us to haul to his oil drilling rigs in Northern Canada. Why don't you take Mr. Regan over to the buffet?" suggested Scott pointedly. Ever since he had been appointed as manager for Condor, he had hoped and prayed he could get at least one big fat contract. It would somehow prove he was the right man the company had chosen.

"Of course." Robin slipped her arm, without thinking, through Regan's, a pleasant feeling about the expensive floor-length dress she had splurged on filling her chest. Practically every man present had tried to get a glimpse of her tits, filling them with what she had always called her sex urges. "Do you live in L.A., Mr. Regan?"

"Yes, I'm a bachelor."

She turned to look at him, as if appraising km. "You're kidding," she cried, with just enough enthusiasm to bring the proud smile to his handsome round face. "What a waste of manpower."

He put back his head and roared his approval of her quip. "A rich bachelor – although I wasn't always," he admitted thoughtfully.

"One can only assume you get everything you want without marriage," she said, almost coyly.

When they got to the buffet, Robin handed him one of the large plates as they started at one end of the table. "When we move into our new home, you'll have to come to dinner," she said, spooning into a jellied salad and half turning so that he could catch a glimpse of her tits now that she was bending over. "Any bachelor I ever knew was half starved for a good meal."

"Well, thank you. I'll look forward to it. But believe me, I do get enough to eat. I have a housekeeper who prepares delicious meals."

"Does she live in?"

He laughed with a knowing look on his face. "No. I live in a bachelor penthouse at Kingsley Towers. She comes in about eleven on Mondays to Fridays and leaves at five. My dinner is in the oven on the nights I'm staying home. On Saturdays and Sundays I have dinner out."

"I'll remember that and have you for dinner on a weekend."

They had reached the end of the line, their plates heaped with a variety of foods.

Robin looked around to an area set aside for eating. "There's an empty table over there in the corner," she suggested. "It's out of the way and we can hear ourselves talk."

He studied her ass as she walked ahead of him. It had just the right roundness and firmness he liked, and the long skirt of the dress was just tight enough to make the twin cheeks most impressive as they swayed very gently from side to side. At the table he held out her chair, getting a good look at the beautiful tits as she sat down, the sight bringing a dull ache to his groin and reminding him it had been at least six months since he'd had a piece of tail.

"You know, Mrs. Birks," he said when he was seated opposite to her, "when I first saw you this afternoon, I made an awful faux pas."

"Please call me Robin, and do tell me about the faux pas."

"I said to your husband he should look at the magnificent piece of woman flesh on the other side of the room. Then he told me it was his wife and I felt like two cents."

Robin laughed. "That wouldn't bother him at all. He'd take it as a compliment. As for me, well, I'm rather flattered." She studied him from beneath lowered lids, noting the touches of color in his cheeks.

"It was a compliment, I can assure you."

She gave a short laugh. "However, I always think of horses for some reason, when I hear the term 'worn flesh'."

He put back his head and laughed. "Funny you should say that. I always considered myself a judge of women and homes."

His handsome good looks and athletically built body had kept the dull, urgent ache in her cunt. That and the way his eyes constantly appreciated her tits, which were still tingling from the moment he had first shown interest in them. She had always been fascinated with older men, frequently dating them when she was a stewardess if the opportunity occurred, and preferring them over the skittish, excited young men she was more apt to meet. "Have you judged me, Mr. Regan?" she asked, an innocent expression on the pretty face as she noted the difficulty he was still having in averting his eyes from her tits. "Or would you have to feel my flanks and fetlocks?"

"I'd certainly like to," he said knowingly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he studied her beautiful face. "Frankly, I can't think of anything which would give me more pleasure." He had slipped his hand under the tablecloth to pull at his crotch, the throbbing of his cock driving him mad.