J. McNab: The eager stepmother

Since then, she had wondered if he had suffered remorse and felt guilty, but now looking at his open shirt and the thick crop of black hair clearly visible, the familiar tingling was back in her cunt. "I decided you must have thought I wasn't too good."

His cock was trying to raise itself, hopefully, in the front of his pants. "Frankly, I thought you were terrific."

"Out of practice a little," she said, almost apologetically. Then she sat up in the huge swivel chair and put her hand on his thigh. "I'm always willing to try harder," she went on, leaning forward and looking up into his handsome face.

He brought his mouth to hers and his hands to cradle the magnificent tits. His fingers closed into the yielding flesh as his tongue edged teasingly through the wet, luscious lips to find her tongue stabbing and darting like a startled little needle.

She managed to struggle to her feet as the kiss continued. Then, unable to stand it any longer, she moved one arm around his neck, and her hand which had been on his thigh to the big bulging cock at his crotch.

"Jesus!" he gasped as they broke apart. "Think we can go to your place for a swim and cool off?"

"Not if you're going to cool off," she grinned, her hand moving over the upthrust shaft as it stretched behind his fly.

"Then I'll take another look at the Gilbertson place. Robin's going to be awful mad if we're separated for another two months, but it's still the best place I've seen for the money."

Pauline Harper put both arms around his neck and pressed her lush body against his. "I'll keep you in shape for her," she said, grinning as a wave of ecstatic bliss swept through her cunt at the thought of having him for two months.

He moved both hands around her, and down to the fabulous ass, his fingers digging into the firm smoothness of each cheek. "You could, too," he admitted thoughtfully as his lips brushed hers. "You certainly could."

Later, when he had managed to get into the tight knitted swim trunks and walked out of the guest room, Pauline shouted from her bedroom. "You can come in, Scott. I'm almost ready."

He pushed open the door to find her balanced on one foot and pulling the bikini brief up over her knees and then her thighs, the heavy crop of chestnut-red hair at her cunt slowly disappearing as the triangle slipped into place. The huge, melon-like tits still bounced free, each moving majestically as she straightened up, a little grin on her face.

"Jesus!" he groaned. "I don't know if I can wait." He stood, almost sagging as she proceeded to hold the wispy triangles of fabric out before bringing them over the thrusting tits.

"That's good for you," she grinned. "Gets your sex nerves primed so that you'll do a good job later." She caught at the strings and slipped them around her back, turning slightly before asking him to tie them.

When he had finished, he ran his hands over the velvety smooth shoulders, a mounting wave of lust sweeping into his balls as his hands went over and down to where the huge tits were bunched and unbelievably silky-soft. His cock was a throbbing iron rod, and he edged it between the cheeks of her beautiful ass.

She put her head on one side and he kissed her on the neck, making her cringe. His hands, as they moved teasingly over her blazing tits, were making her boobs tingle excitingly, while the massive cock had brought a dull, yearning pain to settle achingly in her cunt. "I must say you feel very good already," she said softly. She was beginning to wish she had let him get into her cunt when he had first walked in. They could have worked off steam and left the heavy fucking for later. "Are you always this well primed?" She had her hands against his powerful thighs and she moved them up to the swim trunks.

"I am when I see tits like those." His hands were still molding themselves over the swelling fullness, and he was tempted to edge his thumbs inside the flimsy triangles and free the gorgeous tits.

She gave a little laugh. "Yes, you're quite a tit man, aren't you?" She edged one hand in between their squirming bodies and covered the massive cock. It throbbed and pulsed through the material of the swim trunks.

"You've got quite a pair, did you know that?"

"They're bigger than your wife's, I gather." She had no idea why she had to bring his wife into it, except that the last time she did, he seemed to get more excited. She closed her fingers around the covered cock as he shivered excitedly.

"Yes," he admitted despairingly, his fingers edging under the silky triangles of cloth and forcing them over the bulging nipples of her tits. Then his fingers were wildly grappling with the ripe brown nuggets, pulling and working on them as Pauline emitted startled little ones.

"Much bigger?" she managed to ask, knowing now that any reference to his wife only made him more excited.

His hands could now roam freely over the gigantic mounds which were trust out with practically no sag, but beautifully suspended from high on her chest. He cradled them, his hands wide and open and reaching under the fantastic globes. "Yes, quite a bit," he gasped, her hand still clasping his cock through the wool but not rubbing it.

She put her head back on his shoulder and sighed. "You certainly know what to do with them," she murmured. His fingers were like hundreds of worms wiggling and squirming all over her tits. "How big would Robin's be?" she asked softly, not wanting to put him off, and smiling as his huge cock jerked against her hand.

He hesitated and then closed his fingers around three inches of each tit. "About like that," he groaned.

"Oh, quite small."

"About like Jaffa oranges."

She couldn't stand it any longer and her fingers caught in the top of his trunks, prying them over the throbbing prick with the help of her other hand. It immediately arched itself, soldier-like between the billowy softness of her asscheeks. She pushed at the shorts until they dropped to his feet. Then she straightened up, the feel of the upthrust shaft as it pressed against her ass bringing a wave of mounting lust to careen through her cunt.

When her head was back and resting on his shoulder, she said, "There! Now he can stretch and relax."

Scott Birks made a choking sound. "Jesus! The only way he'll relax is by getting into your sweet cunt."

His hands were under her tits again, squeezing and lifting them in a series of jerky motions that had her shivering with mounting lust. "He's much too excited to fuck," she said softly. "Besides, we want to keep him for later." His fingers were tweaking at her nipples which were already fully engorged and quivering from his attention. "God, but you certainly know about tits," she gasped, the rippling streaks of ecstasy through her boobs driving her insane. "Robin's a very lucky girl." Again she was rewarded by an urgent thrust of his cock against her ass, and she was tempted to reach behind and hold down his dick so that she could ride on it. "Do you do this to Robin very often?" she asked as his hips began a regular writhing against her.

"Sometimes."

"Smaller tits are very sensitive."

"Are they?" Never had his hands grappled with such huge soft tits.

She didn't know how much longer either of them could stand this teasing foreplay. Her nipples were like jutting fingers and ready to pop out. His cock was stretching like crazy and she suspected it had just spurted a blob of hot precum which was trickling down the base of her spine. "Oh, yes," she whispered, "Robin's tits would be very sensitive once they're firmed." She gave a startled groan as he moved one hand flatly over her firm, round belly. She waited until it came back up to cup and lift a tit and squeeze it. "You'll be able to have these to play with anyway. That way you can have both kinds of tits to practice on."

"Promise?"