J. McNab: The eager stepmother

"You can't tell me the position of Vice President of Regan Exploration-Transportation Division, wouldn't interest you."

"Are you kidding?" Scott squeezed Pauline so that she yelped. She sank her face into his neck and playfully bit him.

Keith shook his head. "I've been talking it over with my advisors – and of course with Pauline. I'd be crazy not to move into that sphere, and if you want it, there's no one else I'd like to see get it."

"It sounds marvelous." Robin impulsively lifted her face while Keith kissed her, his hand automatically coming up to cup a high, round tit and squeeze it affectionately.

Scott just shook his head. "I'm stunned."

Keith laughed, but left his hand fondling the beautiful boob. "Think about it for a while. I'll be too busy getting waffled over the next few weeks. You and Robin give me a decision when I'm through screwing Pauline for a week on the yacht." They all grinned knowingly, but then he went on. "Talking of that yacht, how about us all going out for the day next Saturday or Sunday? We haven't had a good old foursome for ages."

It was Robin's turn to look disappointed. "Scott's flying East on Friday," she said dejectedly. "Wouldn't you know!"

Scott shrugged his shoulders. "That's too bad, but maybe Keith would take you anyway. It would be a chance to relax with Steve at camp." Donna was already away at a school for stewardesses in Florida.

"Sure, it's okay with me. I don't like screwing a guy's wife when he isn't there," he grinned, "but sometimes you have to do these things you don't like just to be sociable."

Robin ran her hand down into his crotch. "Just keep it hard for me, darling," she whispered. "Ooooh. Golly! Is it ever soft?" she asked, a serious expression on the pretty face.

"Not as long as you let me play with one of these," he grinned, nodding to where his hand had eased her tit from the thin triangle of bikini top. A moment later and he had lowered his face, his wet mouth sucking on the ripe, straining nipple as Robin threw back her head and giggled with delight.

The following Saturday, Captain Rodriguez was edging the big yacht away from the marina where Keith kept it berthed, the powerful engines subdued as he cautiously steered it through the throng of small boats in the bay.

Ling, the Chinese boy steward, served them drinks on the after deck as the captain sped up the engines. The youth gave Robin a bland smile for the first time, although she had been a visitor on the yacht on several occasions.

"I was going to invite another man along," said Keith suddenly as he watched Robin return the boy's smile. "Then I thought I'd better not."

Robin looked up at him, a funny look on her pretty face. "I'd prefer seeing him first," she said hesitantly. "Our special relationship isn't one I want to enjoy with everyone."

Pauline looked at the younger woman admiringly.

"I thought that was the way you felt," said Keith.

Robin sipped at the long drink. "It's funny, I suppose, but I have to know the man before I know his cock."

They all laughed until the steward reappeared, and Keith was asking him to install the canvas sides around the deck.

"Our guests may wish to sun themselves," he said as the youth went about the task. Then as the steward started to leave, Keith turned to Pauline and Robin. "May as well relax for an hour," he suggested. "I told Rod to head for the cove."

Pauline casually removed her bikini top and then the bottom, stretching out on an air mattress which wan already in place. A few moments later and Robin had joined her, the first startling wave of sensuality coursing through her veins is she stared through her dark glasses to where the tall Mexican was standing on the budge. His back was towards the two women, his white slacks making his swarthy skin above the slacks look darker than it was.

Keith, who was sitting in a deck chair followed Robin's eyes. "Do you fancy him?" he asked, a grin on his face as his eyes took in the upthrust round domes of her tits with the luscious fully budded nipples topping the sloping cones.

"Quite a hunk of man, I bet." She could see his white undershorts clearly outlined through the white slacks. He had strong, powerful-looking thighs which brought a sliver of excitement to settle in her cunt.

"Yes, I'd imagine he could certainly work you over."

The expression sent an erotic quiver through her tits so that she brought up her hands without thinking, running her fingers along the sensitive underside of each boob. "Have you ever watched him screw?"

Keith shook his head. "I've never asked him to. He's admired a lot of women onboard this vessel, of course, and I'd imagine he's had a difficult time on occasion lasting until he was back in port. Sometimes he must have given some woman on shore an awful rough time."

Robin smiled at the thought of it. "What do you think, Pauline? Does he appeal to you?"

"He always has, but I agree with Keith. Now that we're going to be married, I think I would have to pass if he was offered to me. After all, I may want to come on the yacht by myself, or with guests when Keith is away, and it could be embarrassing if he was expecting to screw me."

A little later, when Ling returned and served fresh drinks, Robin waited until the shy youth had disappeared through the galley door. "Now there's one who could really turn me on," she said thoughtfully, the memory of the boy's eyes raking over her nakedness bringing a fresh new streak of startling bliss to settle in her cunt.

"Really!" said Keith, his eyes falling to the grapefruit-shaped tits now that Robin was braced on her elbows while sipping at the drink. "It's certainly fun to tease him." One could practically see the boy's crotch swell as he served the drinks and took in as much of the beautiful female body as he could. "I doubt if he could even start to satisfy either of you."

Pauline gave a little laugh. "He could certainly try if he wanted to."

Robin joined in Pauline's laughter. "He could just wiggle that cute little ass of his as much as he wanted on top of me," she added, laughing again at the expression on Keith's face. "But I suppose he's a no-no, too."

"Not really," said Keith, surprising them. "He was an orphan boy, as a matter of fact. I think of him more as a son than an employee, whereas Rod, there, was hired for his ability as a seagoing captain. He knows the coast like no one else."

"Maybe we should try the boy on for size," grinned Pauline, nudging her elbow against Robin's arm.

At the cove, they swam naked around the yacht. Keith screwed them both, surprising even himself, the two women having hung from the safety line side by side while he playfully thrust several times into one and then the other. Even the cool water had failed to dampen his mounting desire, each fresh cunt making his prick harder, and he was more determined to screw at least one until she had reached the peak of a mountainous orgasm.

It had been Pauline first when she had flung her long legs around him, eventually managing to get her ankles locked to hold him in place. It was the fourth or fifth time he had thrust his big cock into her cunt, but not she couldn't wait. Any thought she may have had about the rule that guests come first was quickly forgotten. She hung on, her arms aching and her legs tightly around his waist and ass as his big cock reached and strained inside her twat. He had at least half of her tit in his mouth his tongue lashing and stabbing at the tormented nipple. Then, as he pulled himself tightly against her, his cock began belching and spuming out hot sperm into her oily cunt.

Robin had lost no time in sucking his dick back to life. It meant, for the most part, slipping her head and face under water, but the effect was new and different, making it more sexually exciting as she tried to fight for breath and chew and suck on the swollen head of his cock as it slowly came to life.