J. McNab: The eager stepmother

"Like it?" she asked.

"Jesus! It's breathtaking."

She held out her hand and hauled him to his feet. "I thought you might like it, seeing as how you are far away from home." They held hands, their eyes traveling over each other's straining bodies. There was nothing like a skimpy little bikini to make a healthy male warm up, she decided. Then her eyes were back at the swollen column of his cock beautifully poised behind the clinging fabric of the knitted shorts. "Last one in is a stinker!" she cried, unable to believe the excruciating streaks of sheer ecstasy which were racing through her tits.

They swam the length of the pool and back, Pauline clutching the safety rail with one hand and wiping her face with the other. "Marvelous," she said, grinning as he came along side her. His eyes immediately settled on the dome-like tits which bulged dangerously over the two-inch strip of the halter.

She squared her shoulders, purposely, the veiled lust in his eyes bringing a surging new warmth to her itching cunt. It was a foregone conclusion he was about to touch her, and she wondered how she should react to another woman's husband, even if he was far away from home and obviously very horny. Then his free hand was on her bare waist and his fingers were digging into her trembling flesh as he swung around in front of her. A moment later and his mouth was crushing hers, his broad, powerful chest squashing her tingling boobs so that they seemed about to burst. Then for the first time, the enormous upthrust cock was pressing itself hungrily into her belly, snugly sinking into the billowy softness as her cunt burst into flame.

"That was very nice," she said softly when they finally came apart. "You must be missing your wife." She had to mention his wife and give him the one chance to reconsider. She didn't know why she should. She just had to.

"Jesus! I just have to have you." His hand had moved up from her waist and was cradling one fabulous tit.

"How long has it been?" She was moving her crotch in a slow, teasing motion against the upthrust cock.

"Two weeks." His balls were almost exploding and he couldn't be sure he hadn't already come.

"I've been waiting two years."

"You're kidding." He couldn't believe this beautiful body had been deprived of cock for two years in L.A. "I thought L.A. was a swinging place."

She gave up resisting and moved her hand down between their squirming bodies, her fingers closing in around the throbbing shaft, feeling it through the woolly material of the shorts and driving herself insane. "I suppose it is, but I'm in business here. I'm not a little housewife no one knows. I have to be careful." She gave a little laugh. It was nervousness brought on by the impending knowledge she was about to get fucked. "Discreet is the word." The feel of the thick cock as she clasped it, intensified the yearning in her cunt. She turned her face and he kissed her again. It was a tender kiss, their lips opening partially and working slowly in hot, wet harmony. When she finally twisted away, she said, "Can you fuck discreetly?"

He made a choking noise in his throat as her hand moved over the top of the knitted shorts, her fingers edging teasingly down the inside until she could grasp his thick cock. He had to help her pry them over his hips, the shorts clinging stubbornly to his thighs and then his knees. Finally he kicked them off, looking up in time to see the thin halter strap disappear. A few seconds later and she was holding up the two-inch strip of nylon which had covered her cunt. Then she put her arms around his neck, her mouth crushing his as the magnificent big prick slid deliberately up to the very top of her clutching cunt.

"God!" she groaned, twisting her mouth away from his but still clinging tightly to his neck. "God, but that feels heavenly."

He held it in, fully extended. It was pulsing and throbbing in the glorious soft warmth. She worked her cunt muscles along the length of the steaming rod, making him shudder as his loins burst into flame. Then he grabbed the rail with both hands, kissing her briefly on the mouth before his face had fallen and was sinking itself into the billowing softness of one exquisite tit. Only then did his hips begin that frantic churning against hers, his excited cock sliding up and down the grasping tightness of her cunt. Faster and faster was the humping, his wildly gyrating body sending wavelets rolling the length of the pool.

She hung from his neck, panting and gasping, the feeling in her cunt unbelievable after all this time without cock. "Holy Mary!" she groaned, her hips now moving in time to his thrusts. Briefly she wished they had waited and fucked upstairs on her own big bed. Then she realized this was probably only the first screw for tonight. Later, after dinner, they would fuck all the more. "Yes… God, yes…" She tightened her arms but stayed far enough away for him to continue sucking on her tit. Then the unbelievable urgency in her twat made her hump along his cock even faster, the big shaft thickening noticeably and widening out her hole. "Yes… Jeez! Please… Scott… oh, God!"

Her cries only spurred him on. He switched to the other swollen tit, their size still astounding him as his tongue worked over the fully blossomed nipple. Then he was sucking on it, his hips beating a tattoo against hers as his powerful balls began to eject hot fuck juice. "Jesus, sweet Jesus…" he groaned, thrusting now like a well-oiled machine and driving the fuck juice to the tip of his boiling cock. "Yes! Oh, God." She had opened her legs and was curling them around his flailing legs. A few seconds later and he had thrust his prick in to the hilt, reaching and straining into her cunt as his pock belched forth a mountain of cum. He recoiled quickly and thrust in again, another gob of boiling cum taking her by surprise as it struck her cervix. He gave a series of jabbing thrusts, emptying his cock as he released his hold on the rail, both of them sinking slowly into the depths of the pool.

Scott Birks rifled through the mail on his desk in the new office at the terminal building. Workmen were still trying to put the finishing touches to the warehouse section, and the first shipment for New York had just arrived. It was a consignment from Japan, consisting mainly of auto parts.

There was nothing important in the mail, and he decided to go see Pauline about some of the houses he had been looking at.

At the offices of Harper Real Estate, he parked next to Pauline's convertible. Cindy Connors primped at her hair when he appeared through the glass doors.

"You can go right in, Mr. Birks," she said, flashing him a wide smile.

"I almost feel I work here," he said, more for something to say than anything else, although the slight delay gave him time to study her gorgeous tits.

She nodded in agreement as he started for Mrs. Harper's office.

Pauline Harper looked up from the deed she was reading when Scott knocked and walked in. "Well!" she grinned. "Have you made up your mind or do you want to see another place?"

"God, I don't know." He decided against the chairs and the long sofa and walked around her desk to sit on one corner. "I still like that Gilbertson property." His eyes had gone to the skirt she was wearing and which was biked across the top of her luscious thighs. It was a pleated white little skirt, each pleated fold appearing to point like an arrow downwards to her crotch and thighs. "Jeez, but you have a beautiful pair of legs," he groaned.

Pauline Harper laughed. "I was beginning to think I had nothing," she quipped. "It must be two weeks since you noticed anything about me."

"It's exactly two weeks," he said slowly, his eyes moving up to where the magnificent tits were pressing enticingly against the thin white sweater. "I didn't realize it'd been that long." They had fucked twice that night, the second one in the big bed where she had completely sucked him dry.