J. McNab: The eager stepmother

But Robin's words only spurred Donna on, and the young teenager began a series of lunging thrusts, impaling her twat on the throbbing prick which seemed to be reaching for her tits inside her raging body. She gave a broken sob and moved her hand from around his waist and over his hard round ass. As she did so, he spread his legs, allowing her inside his powerful thighs. "Yes. God, yes! Oh… God!" Then suddenly the cock was thickening, filling her cunt so that the sides were sucking at the shaft. A moment later and she cried out ecstatically as the gushing geyser of fuck juice filled her entire cunt. "God… oh, my God! What… a… what a fuck!" she screamed, flinging back her head as her young, pliable hips thrust ravenously against his, her eyes opening briefly to find herself staring up into the excited eyes of the captain and the steward.

For several minutes they hung there, gasping for air which seemed to elude them. But then both of them became aware of the excited things going on around them, and they stared, fascinated, first on one side where Keith and Robin were exploding in a sea of raging surf. She had her knees hanging over the older man's hips, her thighs urgently squeezing and grasping at his as his belching cock emptied itself inside her raging cunt.

As they finished, Pauline Harper shivered for the last time. Barry's cock had been childishly small after Keith's and Scott's. But then, almost in answer to a prayer, it had thickened perceptibly as the boy had dazedly watched the outstanding fuck of Donna and her father. Pauline had possessively held the boy in place, her hands around him and squeezing the firm young ass as the boy hung precariously from the safety line. A moment later, as Donna and Scott had finished and Keith and Robin had gone into the final thunder of their orgasm, Barry's young cock had valiantly stretched itself and thickened at the same time. That was when she had really gone to town, thrusting and writhing and drawing the darting jets of hot cum from the balls, a feeling of maternalistic pride bunting in her tits as the stiff little prick quivered under the tumult of her own bursting orgasm.

It was a year later when Keith Regan married Pauline Harper. Scott and Robin Birks jokingly took credit for it, and Keith agreed he would never argue. The friendship between the two families and Keith just kept on growing, and even Pauline's business relationship with Keith never appeared to cause any problems with their love life.

"I screwed her in the office a couple of times," admitted Keith when they were all over at Pauline's house one night for a barbecue dinner, "but that was the only difference our business relationship made to our private lives."

"Of course, I haven't made a mistake yet in any of my business dealings," pointed out Pauline. "If I did, it might be a different story, and he might even have cut me off."

Just as she finished, Keith managed to grab the shapely redhead, forcing her across his knees as he sat in a deck chair by the pool, and proceeding to spank her beautiful asscheeks which were completely bare and separated only by the thin ribbon of the bikini brief.

Robin and Scott Birks watched the performance, streaks of excitement appearing suddenly in Robin's eyes. Once or twice she and Scott had fooled around with him chasing her and playfully spanking her when he had finally caught her. The fucking afterwards, she recalled had been nothing short of sensational.

"Let that be a lesson to you," grinned Keith Regan when he finally let the screaming Pauline recover. "They say a husband should spank his wife at least once a month, so I guess I may as well practice before we're married."

Pauline scowled at him and tenderly rubbed her ass. "Just wait," she said, suddenly grinning. "That'll cost you a fucking the next time you want one." She went over and sat on Scott's lap, her hand going to the front of his swim trunks and moving flatly over the fly. "You'll service me, won't you, darling?" she said, putting one arm around his neck and kissing him hotly on the mouth. "Yes," agreed Scott, his hand cupping one of her big, fabulous tits and almost easing it out of the confines of the bikini top. "So long as Keith doesn't threaten to cancel his contract with Condor Air Freight."

"Now that would be mixing business and pleasure too much," she grinned, kissing him again as her busy fingers showed signs of making his thick cock stir inside the trunks.

"You're getting more and more sexy all the time," grinned Scott. "Isn't Keith looking after you at all these days?"

"You know there'll always be enough left for you."

"Even after you're married and you get fucked every night."

It was Keith's turn to interrupt. "Who said anything about getting fucked every night?"

Pauline turned on Scott's lap and stared with disgust at Keith. "You'd better, after we're married," she said, trying to sound cross, though her hand on Scott's growing cock had brought the first delight waves of sexuality to settle in her cunt.

"You want a piece every day now, so I expect it every night then."

Keith held up his hands in despair. "You'd better move in with us, Scott," he grinned. "Maybe between the two of us we can keep her happy and satisfied."

"Looks as if I may be left wanting," said Robin, finishing the last of her drink and getting rid of the glass on the nearby table.

"Not while I'm around," laughed Keith.

Pauline shrugged her shoulders. "I give up. First you say you can't screw every night. Now you want that second wife around."

But Keith was looking serious. "That joking about canceling the contract with Condor reminds me," he said, puffing briefly on a cigar which had gone out. "I want to talk to you one day about setting up my own air carrier." He made a gesture with his hands. "I want some figures on buying a freighter aircraft and running costs. I must be paying enough now to Condor and other transportation companies to pay for my own organization."

Scott looked startled and forgot about Pauline's fingers stroking at his cock which was now upthrust and painfully confined in the crotch of his swim trunks. "I like that," he grinned. "You want me to work it all out so that you can take the biggest piece of business away from my company."

Pauline interrupted him by kissing him very deeply on the mouth. When their mouths parted, she held her face close, smiling at him. "Wait till you hear what Keith has on his mind."

Scott looked quizzically at Keith who had just winked at Robin, patting his knees as an invitation for her to join him. When she did and was comfortably supported by his strong arm, Keith said, "I'd be taking it away all right. But I'd want you to run it."

Scott gasped at the opportunity being offered to him. "Me?" he said, unable to fully comprehend the offer Keith was making.

Keith threw the cigar butt toward the ashtray and missed. He tightened his hold around the slender waist of Robin, his fingers sinking into the softly yielding flesh of the shapely young ex-stewardess. "You'd be my logical choice," he explained. Then he shook his head thoughtfully. "You know," he went on, "it's funny how people fail to realize why one man makes a lot of money and another doesn't. But one reason I've been fortunate is the fact that I never do anything myself which I know can be done by someone else better. When I went into the explorations business, I hired the best man I could find in the exploration field. He was with the biggest oil research company in California and I swiped him. When I found I had to buy millions of dollars worth of heavy equipment, I set up my own supply once I had found a man who knew all about it."

Scott nodded his head. "I see what you mean." Keith's offer was slowly coming to light in his brain. "You want to do your own hauling by air, and you want me to run it for you."