J. McNab: The eager stepmother

She decided to tease him to the limit. "I suppose I'd have to be stripped for that," she said, keeping her voice soft although the group at the nearest table were noisily telling jokes.

"If you wanted me to judge you truthfully." Never had he enjoyed such a titillating conversation and his cock twitched eagerly. "I would, Mr. Regan."

He released a burst of air. "Call me Keith."

"Keith."

He smiled at her, unable to believe they were actually talking about fucking. He tried to dampen his horniness. She could be a cock-tease and not really want to screw. He'd had his share of those over the years. But just being able to run his hands over those beautiful tits would be enough, he reasoned. That and seeing her nude and running his fingers over the beautiful cunt she must have, would be more than enough to make the exercise worthwhile. "When would you like me to judge you, Robin?" he asked, his eyes holding hers.

"Soon," she grinned, putting down the fork and pushing her plate away. "One day next week at your place?"

"Late afternoon on any day, when my housekeeper has gone."

"Of course. I don't want anyone around while you're judging me."

Later, they were joined by Scott and another man Robin didn't know.

Later still, as Scott started to bring more guests over the table, Keith Regan decided it was time to leave. "I have to go," he said to Robin, taking her hand and squeezing it. "Thanks for being such a wonderful hostess." Then, under his breath, he added, "Call me about that appointment and I'll see what I can do."

She flashed him a wide smile. "I intend to."

He nodded his head. "Regan Explorations will get me. It's in the telephone book."

She nodded her head, just then catching a glimpse of Pauline Harper coming through the wide doors into the reception room. She caught at Keith's arm just as he started to go. "Oh wait, Keith," she said abruptly, "there's someone I want you to meet."

Keith Regan looked in the direction as Robin pointed. "Jesus!" he muttered. "Not another one."

Robin grinned as she watched Pauline approach with her thick, shoulder-length hair swaying from side to side as a backdrop to her beautiful face. "I thought you might be interested," she went on, noting how Pauline's magnificent boobs moved rhythmically and independently behind the front of the finely knit dress. "How would you like to judge that, Keith?"

"Jesus, would I!"

"I could probably arrange it."

"You're kidding!"

Pauline Harper had stopped to talk to someone she obviously knew, giving Robin the opportunity to keep on teasing Keith Regan. Robin had her arm through his again, and she could actually feel him tremble. "She's a very healthy woman," she went on, matter-of-factly. "Do you think you could handle her?"

"Could I?" The ache in his balls was unbearable.

Robin wished she could stroke at her cunt. "Could you handle both of us?" she asked softly.

"Both of you?" he asked incredulously, another shiver running down his spine as he tried to visualize this stunning blonde and the gorgeous redhead lying naked and waiting for a fucking. His cock was poker-stiff and he had carefully clasped his hands in front of the mountainous bulge.

"A threesome is much more fun," she murmured, almost indifferently, "providing of course the man is capable." She squeezed his arm with her hand. "And you certainly look capable, Keith."

He made a choking sound, unable to control his reflexes as her suggestion sank in.

Robin was finding it difficult not to laugh at the older man's mounting enthusiasm. His eyes were already veiled with lust as he continued to study the attractive woman, and Pauline had cooperated beautifully by resting one leg so that it was in plain view in the deep slash down the side of the floor-length dress. "She's a widow so you'd have to put every effort into it."

"You mean… I mean, she doesn't have a… lover… a boyfriend?"

Robin shook her head as if sympathizing. "That's what I meant when I suggested it had to be someone very capable."

This time Keith Regan did choke, finishing up in a coughing fit which he had difficulty controlling.

One afternoon a week later, Keith Regan was standing on the diving board of the swimming pool on the roof of Kingsley Towers. He was staring down to where Robin Birks and her friend Pauline Harper were cavorting in the pool. Apart from three or four young housewives lying sunning themselves, the roof was unoccupied, just as he had expected it would be.

"Chicken!"

Pauline Harper was treading the water, and staring up at him, her fabulous big tits boldly inviting him as they appeared about to burst free.

"I'm waiting until you get out of the way," he replied, the throbbing pain in his balls almost unbearable.

Robin was clinging to one side of the pool and waiting for him to dive. When he did, she swam over to where she had decided he would appear. She misjudged it by a couple of yards so that his hand had slid teasingly between her thighs as she tried to stop swimming and protect herself. The next moment and she had flung her arms around his neck in order to stay above the surface, his fingers gently playing and tugging at her cuntlips as she shrieked and cried in utter dismay.

Keith Regan was grateful to the housewives who didn't even bother to look up, but then Pauline Harper arrived at his side, realized what he was doing and pretended to pout.

"How come I don't get that special treatment?" she said grumpily. Then when his arm had swept around her slim waist, she burst out laughing. "Okay, okay!" she cried as he pulled her flatly against him so that his huge cock rubbed against her firm belly muscles. "I give up. I give up, please, Keith."

Then they left the pool, and went to his fantastic penthouse, the women drying themselves as Keith poured martinis.

"Mnnn…" murmured Pauline as she took the first sip. "There's nothing like a martini for staying power."

Keith laughed uproariously as Robin promptly finished hers in one gulp. "Give me more. Give me more!" she cried delightedly, holding out her glass as he poured her another.

They shed their bikinis before his smoldering eyes. His hard-on was unbearable, and he only hoped he could last. Never in thirty-odd years of fucking had he ever found himself in this predicament, and his eyes hungrily watched as both women stood proudly before him, their magnificent tits bobbing and still gleaming from the water from the pool.

"I'm ready," grinned Robin, studying his lust-filled eyes. "Are you going to judge me or not?"

"At least let us see what you have to offer," suggested Pauline, who was still sipping on her first martini.

"He's shy." Robin walked over to where he was standing and proceeded to push at his shorts.

"God, look at that," she murmured approvingly as the swim trunks fell at his feet and he proceeded to step out of them. "Isn't that something? God, what a piece of cock."

Pauline had a strange, almost shocked expression on her face. This past month had been so bewildering when it came to sex that she constantly found herself half-aroused most of the time. She joined Robin to stare at the upthrust shaft. Then, as Robin brazenly reached under to clasp the powerful balls, Pauline cleared a catch in her throat, her hand reaching out to fully grasp the throbbing column of thick cock. "Man, that's quite a prick," she whispered, rubbing the twelve-inch pillar and baring the helmet-like head. "Who's going to sample it first?"

Keith Regan was beside himself with excitement. Ever since the reception given by Condor Air Freight, he had found it difficult to believe these two gorgeous women had been really serious. At first, he had decided he must have had too much to drink. Then when he did convince himself they would accept his invitation, he had suffered massive hard-ons which the coldest of showers had failed to have any effect on. Now they were here, stark naked, and casually admiring his big cock. He shook his head as if he still could not believe it. Then slowly and persistently he started playing with their tits.