J. McNab: The eager stepmother

Her screwing had been more thorough and with a determined thrusting she had learned to recognize whenever Keith had fucked her. She waited, whimpering slightly as her orgasm mounted. He was a long time earning the second time, and she made a mental note to remember that, but then the big cock was thickening and throbbing and she followed Pauline's advice. Her knees came up to his waist, gripping him solidly as her legs were flung around and below his ass. The effect was to widen her thighs, allowing him to sink his fabulous cock into her snatch to the hilt. A few moments later and he was again belching hot sperm. The quantity was less, but the excitement just as good, and Robin cried out ecstatically as he proceeded to empty his heavy balls. Then, almost without thinking, she released her hold on the safety line so that they both sank intertwined to touch the soft, sandy bottom.

It was late when the captain finally hauled them up the little steps and helped them over the side. There was a bright moon shining, giving their bodies a golden-hued shade which was almost phosphorescent.

Keith went over to a rack of clean towels. He threw one at Ling, who was standing with his arms folded and taking in the scene. "Towel Mrs. Birks," he said almost gruffly, and nodding to where Robin was standing to one side. Then he threw one to the swarthy, bearded captain. "Rod, you do Mrs. Harper." Then, as an afterthought, and with a wide grin on his face, he added, "And don't forget she's going to be my wife."

Robin was trembling by the time the Chinese steward was standing before her. His eyes had never left her tits, which were boldly out thrust as if waiting to be sucked. He silently walked to a spot behind her.

Even then, she could not stop the trembling as the towel suddenly arrived near her shoulders and the boy's hands inside began to move downwards over her tingling spine. She looked to where the captain was vigorously drying Pauline, his big hand moving upwards over her lower leg, her knee and then smoothly up the tapering thighs. It was several minutes before she realized Ling was doing the same with her left leg and was now approaching her knee. She half turned to see him, the youth's slim back now crouched and his face but a few inches from the back of her thigh. A moment later and his wonderful hands were moving upwards over the shapely thighs, the coarse towel brushing at her cunt hair until be had carefully moved to wipe at the firm, round ass.

Keith Regan was drying himself and trying to watch the two industrious employees enjoy themselves. His own recent exertion had left him spent and useless, but he was reasonably sure the sexy little Robin could handle lots more cock. He watched the captain diligently towel Pauline, the scene bringing a welling warmth to his balls as he watched the man attend to the big, swollen tits with so much determination. Then he glanced at Robin, a little surprised to notice her trembling and the youth only toweling her ass. He couldn't wait, he decided, until the bay started on those tits.

By the time Ling was ready to start at the front, Robin was a little annoyed at herself. She was acting like a high-school girl at her first beach party. She tried to pull herself together, but only succeeded in bracing her shoulders and making her swollen, excited tits stand out all the more. She watched the boy hesitate, undecided where to start first. But then he suddenly crouched, the towel and his marvelous hands drying one foot and then the other. A moment later and he was moving up one, leg and she threw back her head to stare at the sky.

He brushed at her pussy hair with delicate smoothness, the towel parting her cuntlips as she unconsciously opened her thighs to give him room. Then the boy continued the gentle stroking at her cunt, his eyes fixed staringly up to where her firm, round tits hung.

Keith, who had walked over to view the performance himself, had a little grin around his mouth. "He's very thorough, isn't he, Robin?" He glanced at the captain, who was still toweling Pauline's tits, the expression on her face one of mounting sexuality.

"God, yes."

"Why don't you lie down on the mattress and let him finish you off properly?"

She brought her head down as the boy stood up. Her tits still gleamed in the moonlight from the seawater. "Are you excited?" she asked, her voice husky and full of lust.

A shiver ran through the thin frame of the youthful body. "Yes," he said, beside himself with lust as he stared at the beautiful tits which were in line with his eyes.

Keith laughed as Pauline and the captain joined them. "Why don't you find out for yourself, Robin?" he asked, the prospect of watching the boy get into the beautiful blonde restoring his own virility.

Robin reached forward as if in a daze, her fingers going to the white slacks the boy was wearing, and pulling down the zipper. "Yes," she murmured, grinning now that her previous trembling had suddenly disappeared and her fingers closed around the strong little cock, "you axe excited, aren't you?"

Ling choked back a sob as her delightful hand closed in around his dick. He glanced once at the captain, who was nodding his head enthusiastically. Then he glanced at Keith, trying to decide if his foster father was really on the level.

"Would you like to fuck me?" She unfastened the button at the top of the trousers and watched them fall at his feet. Then she let go of his cock and pushed at his shorts, the boy's hands joining hers in an effort to shed them faster. "Come," she said softly, taking his hand and leading him over to where the mattresses were still laid out on the deck. A moment later she wan watching his excited eyes as she stretched out gratefully and waited for him to mount her.

The other three had casually sauntered over to stand by the rail and watch the scene unfolding. Pauline was standing between the two men, aware of the nervous glances her tits were getting from the tall Mexican captain. She was tempted to encourage him to feel them, but she wasn't at all sure Keith would approve.

"Kneel here beside me." Robin talked as if in a dream world of her own, her hands going out to cuddle and play with the youth's genitals. She clutched the small balls, pulling on them so that the boy winced. Then she tried to press back the foreskin and bare the pink head it was hiding. The cock was dry, the foreskin stiff and unyielding.

"Here, move up beside me," she suggested, pulling on his balls and cock as he shuffled along on his knees. "I'll get him ready." She raised and turned her face, taking the stiff little prick into her mouth and washing it with her tongue, the boy going insane as the molten heat of her soft mouth and tongue completely enveloped his steaming cock. "There," she murmured, working the foreskin back and forth as the excited boy moaned and groaned with pleasure. "Have you ever fucked before?" she asked kindly.

He shook his head, his eyes staring at the golden-tanned tits which were reaching and straining so near to him.

Robin caught his stare and smiled. "You can touch them," she said, giving the youth a wide smile. "They won't bite."

He brought out both hands but held them hesitantly over the towering tits. He still expected this beautiful white woman or Mr. Regan to call a halt and leave him desperately near to ejaculation. His cock gave a jerk and a little spurt of thin precum.

"Yes, he is excited, isn't he." Robin found the little glob of juice and gathered it on her finger before touching it to her lips. Her tongue came out and gathered it in. "Sweet," she murmured, "beautifully fresh and sweet." His hands suddenly dropped over her blazing tits. "Nice and easy," she murmured, trying to slow the boy down. "Now you'd better start the fucking," she said softly. "He's almost ready to come."

A sigh went up as the boy awkwardly mounted her, the first stunning feel of her lusciously soft body beneath him bringing a welling, excited warmth to course up and down his cock.