J. McNab: The eager stepmother

For Keith Regan, the experience was one he would never forget. He had enjoyed a lot of fucking in his time, but nothing to equal the sensational experience, with these two women. He couldn't get over his good fortune, and was still trying to figure out how he had come to be so lucky at that reception, when he was aware of the growing intensity in his powerful cock. The gentle movement around its full length as Pauline's hungry cunt wrapped itself around the long stem, was nothing short of excruciating. He thrust with his hips in an attempt to make her fuck. But always she kept on with the rhythmic swaying so that the walls of her cunt were constantly clasping his cock, drawing it and squeezing it as if wanting to suck it dry.

Pauline Harper was aware of the impending ejaculation as the big cock inside her snatch quivered ominously. She continued the same, methodical movement of her hips and thighs, drawing on the massive cock which was sending the most fantastic thrills coursing up and down her gulping cunt.

Robin Birks was aware that Keith was about to come by the startled darting of his wanton tongue. Up to now, it had been content to swish and wander all around her gushing cunt. Now, as she held her breath while still kissing Pauline's busily working mouth, she was aware of the teasing little tongue searching. A moment later and her body burst into flame as the lips closed in on her stiff little clit. Then, as the clit was expertly drawn out of its sheath and sprung delightedly through the sucking lips to be held and stabbed with lightning-like darts, she cried out ecstatically, flinging herself backwards but managing to keep her hot, quivering cunt securely imbedded over Keith's mouth. There she hung, half crying, half pleading as his mouth and tongue brought an exploding orgasm bunting from her cunt to cover his face.

Staring in fascination at Robin quivering in orgasm, Pauline was now only vaguely aware of her own growing climax. Her hips had begun the familiar thrashing as her cunt took in more cock. She flung her hands to the side of the tub, her chin now resting on the thrusting, flailing belly of Robin as the excited younger woman shuddered in the throes of her orgasm. A few seconds later and Pauline's hips were working like a well-oiled machine, driving up and down on the cock as it shot spurt after spurt of steaming jizz into her burning, exploding cunt.

Keith Regan finished lighting a fresh cigar before stretching expansively. "Frankly, I never realized what I was missing before." He was sitting relaxed in his swim trunks beside Pauline Harper's swimming pool, his eyes taking in the slim, beautiful figure of Donna Birks as she stood poised on the diving board at the far end of the pool.

It had been three weeks since the eventful reception by Condor Air Freight which had led to his fantastic relationship with the thirty-five-year-old widow, and he still found it difficult to realize his good fortune. He had never felt fitter in his life, and he put it down to the increased exercising he had started, and the regular screwing he had been enjoying with Pauline.

"I told you a bachelor led an unnatural life," grinned Robin Birks as she lay outstretched on a chaise lounge, staring at the sky through enormous dark glasses. "Just like a virgin woman, and you see them all around. They look sort of prunish and dried out."

Scott Birks gave a short laugh and reached for his drink. "No fear of that happening to you, darling," he said, thoughtfully. "You like to be well greased all the time."

"Naturally," allowed Robin, turning her face and sticking out her tongue in her husband's direction. "Fortunately, you can take good care of me."

"Sometimes I wonder." Scott Birks watched Donna make a perfect dive into the clear waters below as Barry Harper took her place on the diving board.

Robin looked mischievously across to Keith Regan. "Anytime you have trouble, I'm sure Keith would help me out."

Keith blew a column of blue smoke to one side. "You're damned right," he said, grinning as he winked at Scott Birks. He still found it difficult to talk about screwing Robin with her husband right there. He had regretted a thousand times not having gotten his big thick cock into her beautiful cunt three weeks ago when she and Pauline had visited him. But the way she had so thoroughly enjoyed him eating at her cunt still brought a jolting streak of ecstasy to his balls. That and the way she had insisted on him satisfying her friend, Pauline.

Pauline Harper, who had been watching the two teenagers cavorting in the pool, was sitting next to Keith and she reached for his hand. She pulled it over to rest on her thigh. "You could, too," she said, smiling. This past month and a half with the Birks had been almost unbelievable, and if anyone had said she could change her morals and life style so completely, she would have thought them crazy. But then Keith Regan had appeared on the scene and it was as if the last barrier had vanished completely. She tried to remember how many times Keith had screwed her in three weeks. It must have been five times at least. Then she recalled Scott had serviced her twice and a shiver ran down her spine. As it did, Keith moved his hand teasingly along her thigh until his thumb was stroking her cuntlips.

"You two had better go inside," said Robin, keeping her voice low so that Barry and Donna wouldn't hear. "You'll get the kids excited, to say nothing about me."

"I think you're a little late worrying about that." Scott had watched Barry dive, Donna shrieking delightedly as she flung her hands down towards her crotch only to find herself hurled bodily upwards to fall backwards into the water. Then he got up and walked over to where Robin was sitting and sat down, slipping his arm around her waist. He kissed her, then got to his feet. "I'll get some fresh drinks," he said. Just then, however, Donna was wearily pulling herself over the side of the pool, her perfectly shaped tits hanging suspended for everyone to see. "She certainly is a very healthy little girl, isn't she?" Scott murmured thoughtfully.

Robin, who was the only one to hear his remark grinned. "Very," she said, stretching out once more along the chaise lounge.

A few minutes later, as Scott busily prepared the drinks, he was startled to find Donna standing beside him and toweling her hair. "Oh," he said, startled, "are you trying to scare an old guy to death?"

"You're not an old guy, Daddy," she said, laughing as he shivered when she put a wet, cool hand on the middle of his back. "I came to get some Cokes." She opened the refrigerator door with one hand, allowing the towel to fall to the floor, and managing to keep her hand on his back as she moved it, her fingers outspread in a circular motion.

A shudder went through him and he stopped trying to pry the stubborn ice cubes from the tray, turning his head to watch her reach down. As he did so, his eyes fell to where her twin jugs hung down inside the two flimsy triangles of thin cloth. "They're on the bottom shelf," he said, managing to keep his voice reasonably steady, although the fully blossomed nipples were clearly bulging like ripe berries against the wet, thin cloth of the skimpy bikini top. "Are you having a good time, darling?"

She straightened up and held up her face until he had kissed her. While they kissed, she had purposely opened her eyes and caught him examining her straining tits. She had thought he probably would, and she was pleased her nipples had been so prominently evident. Usually when her daddy had caught a glimpse of her tits, she had been unprepared and more like a little girl than a ripe and ready woman. "I'm having a great time," she replied, leaving her face up and close to his as her hand moved idly upwards to his powerful shoulders.

"Barry's very good to you."