Chapter 9
"We're going to miss you." Robin Birks impulsively leaned over and caught Pauline Harper's hand.
The two women were lounging beside the pool with Scott, who had taken the afternoon off after having too many drinks at lunch with a prospective customer.
Pauline gave a short laugh. "I'm afraid it's me who's going to do the missing," she said a little sadly, looking first at Robin and then at Scott. "You both changed my life completely, and made it worth living." It was almost unbelievable, thinking back, that she could have led such a dull life, and she had to admit she had never felt better in her life.
"We're only two blocks away when we move," laughed Scott. "I would imagine Barry and Donna will have the pavement worn down in less than a month."
"We just brought you out of yourself," suggested Robin. "The woman has always been in you, and now that it's out, you can enjoy yourself."
"Knowing Keith Regan isn't doing you any harm, either," allowed Scott thoughtfully. The massive orders for supplies Regan had already given the airline was unbelievable, and Condor had been hard put to find the aircraft necessary to ship the huge orders to the Far North.
"Keith wants me to be his real-estate advisor," said Pauline. "He wants to buy some downtown property here for a new office building and then possibly fly to northern Canada with him once or twice to close deals he's made up there."
Robin gave a long, drawn-out chuckle. "I suggested he take a woman with him to keep warm when he flew North," she said.
"A double sleeping bag," quipped Scott, getting to his feet and taking the women's glasses as they finished the last of their drinks.
"That might cramp his style," grinned Robin. "He needs lots of room for that dong of his."
Pauline Harper cupped her tits which nestled comfortably bunched in her bikini top. "Yes, he certainly knows how to fuck, doesn't he?"
"I've only screwed him on the boat that night, and that was in the water," pointed out Robin, pretending to be put out. "You keep him so well-satisfied yourself, you don't give anyone else a chance." She was only partly kidding, but her lack of opportunity to share the virile, older man had miffed her once or twice.
Pauline squeezed Robin's hand. "That's a shame," she said sympathetically. "I know he'd screw you anytime. There just hasn't been the right opportunity."
"We'll make the opportunity when I'm settled in the new house," retorted Robin. "I won't have that sunken bath he likes so well, but this time I want the cock and you can get the chewing."
Both women laughed as Scott returned with fresh drinks.
"What's the joke?" he asked, yawning. Drinks at lunchtime always made him sleepy.
"Your wife is complaining because Keith hasn't screwed her often enough."
"You've likely been keeping him fully satisfied," he replied, yawning again as his eyes took in Pauline's tits which seemed even larger than usual. He scratched his balls after sitting down.
Robin gave a knowing laugh. "Just what I said to her. She's kept the poor guy worn out, so I don't stand a chance." She let go of Pauline's hand, her own going up to the bikini bra and her fingers stroking at the bulging mound of one tit as it hung precariously near the top of the narrow ribbon of fabric. "No wonder, with those tits. God! I'd give anything for a pair like those."
Pauline sipped on her drink, shivering unexpectedly as Robin's fingers slipped behind the narrow strip of cloth and lifted the magnificent boob out to cradle it in her hand. "I've envied yours ever since I saw them," she said, her voice breaking with the indescribable streak of ecstasy now darting through the tit. "Jesus, don't get me going," she said pleadingly. "What with you two leaving tomorrow and Keith away until next week, you're going to leave me hanging on a limb."
"You know we'll see you're all right." Scott had placed his drink under the cot he was sitting on. and now he casually ran his hand flatly over her other bulging tit, easing it out of its resting place until now she had both jugs thrust out, the roaming hands bringing the heavenly feeling once more to her quivering cunt. "God, but they're beautiful. No wonder Keith has a permanent hard-on."
Robin laughed out loud and squeezed and milked at the throbbing globe of silky flesh. "Is his cock-always hard?" she asked, an impish look on the pretty face.
"He says it is, but ask Pauline." Scott was studying the huge tit which was ripening fast under the expert arousal of his fingers. He lowered his face and wet his lips before drawing the fully blossomed nipple teasingly through his teeth.
"God, yes it is," groaned Pauline, the sensation in her tits unbearable. She had wanted cock all day but for some reason had been afraid to suggest it. To make matters worse, she had unexpectedly heard Robin and Scott screwing after they had retired last night when she had had to go back to the bathroom. The sound had left her completely unnerved all night, and she had tossed restlessly until morning only to find her cunt on fire when her eyes had caught him in the hallway with only the bottom half of his pajamas on.
"Too bad he isn't here. He could slip it into you now," teased Robin, watching the older woman's eyes and lips quiver nervously. She glanced at her watch. "You've lots of time for a piece with Scott before the kids come home." She lifted the tit completely free of the bra, held it while she got rid of her glass, then used both hands to massage and play with the velvety smooth boob. "His cock's probably good and hard."
Without thinking, Pauline moved her hand to Scott's thighs, a grateful look in her eyes as he obligingly parted them so that her hand was immediately covering the bulge-like column of his throbbing cock. "It is," she murmured, a catch in her throat taking her by surprise, so that she had difficulty clearing it. When she did, her fingers closed in around the upthrust coil of shorts, another shiver racking her overwrought body as Robin deftly removed the bikini top and then ran her fingers down over the flinching skin of the other woman's round belly and into the sliver of thin cloth at her cunt.
"She's beautiful and soft," said Robin softly, her fingers working over the bloated lips of Pauline's cunt before scratching through the reddish pussy hair.
Scott obligingly complied with the suggestion, his hand replacing Robin's and his fingers closing in around the edge of the strip of cloth so that his fingertips were digging along the sides of the pulsing cuntlips. "Yes, very excited and very inviting," he murmured, as if feeling forbidden fruit for ripeness. He tugged on a nugget-like nipple with his other fingers, feeling the attractive woman respond with a despairing shiver as new waves of mounting lust swept through her snatch.
She stood it as long as she could. Then her fingers were fumbling with the zipper in the front of his shorts, pulling it down so that she could edge her fingers inside. Briefly they searched amongst a mass of undershorts, but then they touched the hot shaft of his cock and a delighted murmur escaped her throat. A moment later and she had gratefully clasped the massive cock, twisting and turning it until it was free at last. Then with a cry, her hand excitedly rubbed his dick, baring the flaring, mushroom-like head as it eagerly ejected a globule of fresh cum for lubrication. "Jesus!" she whispered huskily. "Could I ... could I ... could I just have it once more?"
Robin made a choking noise as she hastened to comply. "Of course, darling. You need it, don't you?" She never failed to get excited when another woman wanted her husband's cock. Briefly she wondered how Joan Allingham was getting along with only Bill's cock to satisfy her. "Of course Scott will give you a little taste of his cock, won't you, darling?"
Scott Birks got slowly to his feet. Pauline was still possessively holding and squeezing his cock, sending darting little thrills churning around his balls. He pried her fingers away and made an elaborate display of removing his shorts, staying just out of reach as Pauline avidly stared at his cock, now upthrust and towering and ready for the screwing.
"Let her feel the powerful balls," suggested Robin, almost beside herself with excitement. "That's it." The way Pauline was weighing the massive clump of his nuts was filling her own tits with a raging lust. "They're good and strong, aren't they?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. Then when Pauline managed once more to grasp at the solid shaft of the cock, Robin made a clucking sound. "You mustn't waste it," she cried almost desperately. "There, that's it. Just his balls. Make them healthy and full for the fucking he wants to give."
The sight of the beautifully matured body lying outstretched and waiting brought the last mountainous shudder to his loins. "Have you ever gotten balled on a chaise lounge before?" he asked, spreading his legs so that her hand immediately moved between his thighs, clutching his aching balls tightly and making the powerful cock swing down into the horizontal position and bare its gleaming head.
"No." Pauline tried to struggle up into a sitting position.
But Robin pushed her back gently. "Oh you must try it!" she cried excitedly. "It's marvelous, and you can get so much cock it's unbelievable." She watched as Pauline let go of the huge cluster of balls and Scott moved to the foot of the chaise. Then she lifted each of Pauline's long legs to either side of the chaise, planting the shivering woman's feet firmly on the patio tiles before removing the thin strip of bikini brief which covered her beautiful cunt. She ran her hand over the moist bush of red hair, sinking her finger into the wet slit of the pink cunt now presenting itself. "Lovely," she grinned, unable to believe herself, what was happening, and wishing she'd thought of doing this weeks ago.
For a moment Scott towered over Pauline, his thick, impatient cock jerking spasmodically as he stared down at the upthrust domes of her tits, the flat smooth belly and the glistening, pulsing cunt. He lowered himself slowly, bracing his hands on her softly rounded shoulders, his stomach against hers and her tits just touching his chest so that the hard, fully blossomed nipples were scraping against his chest. His prick was nudging impatiently against the edge of her pussy mound, his balls resting in the wetness around her cunt.
"Perfect, darling!" cried Robin, now ecstatic as she prepared to watch Scott fuck. "Here, I'll help you. Just give her a little taste first until she gets excited."
"Good lord!" Pauline couldn't believe it was possible for her to get more excited. Her hips thrust wildly and voluntarily in an effort to feel the mighty cock penetrate her quivering hole.
"No, no, dear," warned Robin, one hand now stroking along the powerful spine of her husband, as her other reached between the writhing bodies to grasp at the mighty cock. "Marvelous," she groaned as she pressed back all the surplus skin, ringing the thicker base of the throbbing prick as she started to guide it into Pauline's hot, wet hole. "There!" she panted, almost overcome with the sheer bliss of taking part, her fingers opening the pouting cuntlips as the heel of her hand pressed the throbbing knob in. "Yes! Oh, my, but that's wonderful, isn't it?" She stared, her eyes wide and excited as Scott's powerful hips slowly and impressively lowered themselves to Pauline's. "Yes, you love that, don't you?" Pauline was erratically flipping and jerking her own hips in an effort to get more of the steaming cock. "Beautiful!" Robin clapped her hands like a child seeing a circus act for the first time. "That's right. Give her four inches for a taste." Her fingers still held the wide base of the throbbing cock, her eyes gleaming as she watched the huge pulsing head slide into the portals of the quivering cunt. "Lovely," she whispered as Scott somehow managed to slowly insert three of four inches before slowly, and with devastating control, withdrawing the wet, sticky shaft of hot cock.
To Scott Birks, the sensational tingling at the end of his cock was out of this world. Robin's ingenuity in coming up with new sex acts had never failed to amaze and intrigue him. And the fact that she enjoyed him screwing other women-providing she could be there-also intrigued him and made him realize how fortunate he had been in finding her for his second wife. He edged his cock into Pauline's burning cunt hole once more, his hands groping with and bunching her fabulous tits as she threw her head from one side to the other. The beautiful red hair was a hopeless tangled mess, most of it crisscrossing the gorgeous face which was even prettier now in its sexual agony.
Pauline, meanwhile, was bordering on complete sexual ecstasy. She flung her thighs wider, rearranging her feet as he withdrew the teasing prick. Then she planted her feet more firmly on the ground, thrusting as Scott's thick cock began another plunge. "Oh, God ... please ... yes, yes...." She was sure this time he would lunge into her cunt to the balls. "No ... no...." She gave a pathetic plea as his prick halted again, filling her cunt with that urgent yearning for the full length. But then it was sliding back, the ridge making her clit flicker wildly like a steel spring. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his hard shoulder muscles as she waited for the next searing plunge.
"That is perfect, darling." Robin was gasping from the excitement of it all. She stared in fascination as the pink mushroom cockhead appeared outside the hole. It was dripping wet, and there were strings of hot cum caught in the silky red pussy hair. Impulsively, Robin moved her other hand to the pulsing slit, stroking the cuntlips tenderly as Pauline cried out in a series of broken whimpers. "Lovely, darling, and ready for everything you've got." She withdrew her hands as Scott shuddered in anticipation. A moment later, and her fingers were closing around his swollen sac of balls. They were heavy with sperm and melted into one, the coarse hair like one big furry ball as she gently pulled on them.
Scott braced himself for the long teasing plunge he knew Pauline should have. He teetered precariously with the head of his cock pulsing in her oily, juice-filled hole. Then, as his teeth caught a huge nipple firmly between them, he thrust....
"Yes! Oh, my God!"
He was braced on his toes, his thighs against Pauline's, widening them even more so that they were almost in a straight line. The softness of them spurred him on, making him give the huge thrust which sent his steaming cock to the very end of her clutching cunt.
"No, please ... fuck ... fuck!"
Robin still held his powerful balls, and now she lowered her face to the straining tit which was thrusting so proudly from Pauline's heaving chest. She licked at the arrogant nipple for several minutes. Then as Scott's hips began a mechanical and methodical assault against the outspread thighs, Robin slowly and teasingly sucked the bulging nipple through her teeth.
"Oh ... oh ... please ... please...." Pauline was frantically trying to jerk her hips in time to his thrusts. The mattress on the chaise lounge was firm, but not firm enough. She gave up trying and hung onto Scott, her tits now blazing furiously and the mounting, overwhelming feeling of orgasm taking over.
It came with startling suddenness. One minute he had the feeling the fuck would last forever. He hoped it would. But then the luscious, velvety softness of the woman beneath him took over, the warmth and unbelievable smoothness seeping into his violently thrashing body. Robin's fingers tightened on his balls, and his mouth was now avidly sucking a fabulous tit. All that and the obvious delight of Pauline at the way he was fucking her, were all too much. His cock thickened and Pauline's urgent cries were intermingled with those of Robin. He gave three full-length thrusts, sinking his tormented cock to the hilt in her dribbling snatch each time. Then he pulled back, hesitated as both women gave a long, drawn-out, pleading groan. A few seconds more and he was coming in her, the violent unleashing of his hot fuck juice startling them both as the massive load gushed and jetted into her quaking twat. They hung there, panting and gasping as he fought to catch his breath. Then, as if the full enjoyment was yet to come, he began a steady, rhythmical thrusting which had the stricken woman crying and pleading as the huge cock emptied itself contented-ly in the hot solace of her grasping cunt.
The Birks moved into their own home the next day. Their furniture had been in storage after the move from the East. Now it was delivered and the entire family as well as Pauline spent the entire day putting everything into place. Later, Scott took the exhausted group to a restaurant for supper.
That night, after everyone else in the Birks household had showered and finished in the bathroom, Donna Birks washed her hair and showered as well. She was aching, like everyone else from lifting and pushing at the furniture, but the shower refreshed her and she dried herself thoughtfully. She cupped her tits and examined them in the huge mirror, an urgent sexual urge racing through them as she recalled the night on the yacht.
Her father had made no further attempt to screw her since, and she was a little disappointed.
She finished drying herself and slipped into her flimsy little nightie before heading for her new bedroom down the hall. She listened guiltily at her father's door, but there was no sound. He and Robin were too tired to fuck, she decided, and she moved on to her own room, wearily falling into bed.
Donna was almost asleep when something aroused her, making her sit up before she was fully awake. When she was, it was to find herself staring at Steve who was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her
"Hi!" he said shyly. "I couldn't sleep."
She put her arm around the boy's shoulders. "That's normal," she said sleepily. "You're very tired and you have a strange bed." She pulled his face to her and kissed him on the cheek, reaching with her other arm and switching on the nightlight at the head of the bed.
The moment the light came on, Steve rushed to cover his crotch. He was wearing only the bottoms of his pajamas, and he knew the fly would be bulged open as usual. Then his eyes immediately went to the little nightie and the twin bulges made by his sister's beautiful tits.
Donna noticed both happenings, her own need for sexual release rising quickly. She gave a soft laugh in order to give the boy confidence, and eased his cheek once more against her lips. Then, so as not to startle him, she carefully moved her free hand over to his, edging it under until her fingers had found the proud little prick which was already hard and pulsing as if it were alive.
He gave a convulsive jerk as her cool fingers wrapped themselves around his little cock. He made a sucking noise in his throat as she very slowly ran her fingers to the base, the slender pole-like prick rearing itself hopefully as his hips gave a spasmodic little quiver.
"Did you make it hard for me, Stevie?" She brushed his cheek once more with her lips, her own rising excitement now bringing excruciating streaks of sheer bliss to streak between her tits.
"Ye-Ye-Yes...." Her fingers were like a can of worms, here, there and everywhere. He sat up as they slid under his pebble-like balls, collecting them gently before tugging them almost indifferently. "Aaaagh...."
"Thank you. That was very nice of you." She moved her fingers back to the stem, the feel of the throbbing little prong sending new waves of jolting lust to settle in her cunt. She turned his face and kissed him on the mouth. His eyes were veiled with lust and were focused on her tit. She rubbed the cock in a slow, rhythmical motion, her fingers stroking the hot little balls with every downthrust as the boy began trembling and shaking uncontrollably. "Did you want him sucked?" she asked, her voice little more than a whisper although her body now was on the verge of exploding.
He gave a whimpering, animal-like cry as his hand flew to her boob, grappling and grasping it in a frenzy of raw sex.
She gave a short little laugh. "You really like those, Stevie, don't you?" she murmured, pursing her lips as he hungrily thrust his mouth to hers. This time she ran her tongue across his lips, finally piercing them as her fingers once more had found his balls. "Would you like to fuck me?" she asked, still managing to keep her voice seductively soft as her fingers returned to the upthrust prick.
"Pl-Please ... gee...." His breaking was a broken series of hot gasps. His lingers were plucking at the bulging nipple so prominently displayed through the thin nylon of the nightie.
"Easy," she whispered, delighted at the teasing way she was preparing the boy. "Would you like to see my titties first?"
The boy choked with excitement, his eyes now glued to where his fingers were roving over the beautiful boob. He nodded his head frantically, then gave a pathetic groan as her fingers stopped playing with his cock.
"You take your pajamas off," she said, smiling to give the boy confidence. Then she crossed her arms, her fingers finding the hem of the flimsy little garment before drawing it quickly over her head.
He watched, his eyes wide and excited as she brushed at her long black hair, the movement making the fabulous tits jiggle invitingly as he stood there, his slender young cock upthrust and soldier-like as he waited to join her.
She threw back the single sheet and held out her arms as she eased herself over in the bed. "Come on," she said softly. "I want to play with him some more."
Steve didn't have to be invited twice, and he climbed onto the bed, allowing Donna to make him lay on his side facing her.
"There," she whispered, her fingers once again cradling the little cock, but now she could use both hands. She clutched the little scrotum, pulling gently on the miniature balls as the boy winced and grunted delightedly. "Yes, you can play with them," she assured him as he appeared to hesitate.
He grabbed at the twin cones, their delicate, almost unbelievable softness and warmth bringing a mounting lust to his youthful balls. He had no idea what he should do with them, exactly. He only knew just having them in his hands like this was so excruciatingly exciting his cock was almost spurting.
"He's really excited tonight, isn't he?" The slim column of the cock fascinated her. The skin was tight and not a bit like Barry's, which she could manipulate with comparative ease. She ran her fingers upwards to cover the head, holding it there for several seconds before slowly drawing it all back to the hard round base. This time a little spurt of hot pre-cum came out of his pisshole. "Oh, my!" she said, laughing excitedly, "he really means business, doesn't he?"
Steve had no idea what she meant. He was far too interested in the silky soft jugs in his hands and the way the brown nuggets were growing on the ends. He had an urgent desire to put one in his mouth, and he lowered his face, taking in the whole end of the tit before sucking on it noisily.
"Hey, hey!" The jerking jolts of ecstasy were excruciating to Donna. "You're getting to be quite a man." Her fingers had found the spurt of pre-cum, gathering some so that now she was moistening the end of his quivering little prick. "I think maybe we should see how you fuck." His hips flipped excitedly at the thought. "Yes, I know you want to have him in, don't you?" She held the cone-like head of the cock firmly, feeling it pulse and throb in anticipation. "He's so excited tonight." She let go of his genitals, her hands reaching for his waist as she rolled over and onto her back, helping him move over to mount her.
The exquisite softness of his sister overwhelmed Stevie. His body was on fire from his head to his toes, and the way his cock was nuzzling in her soft belly was indescribable.
She had taken his hands and placed them on her tits, his fingers groping crazily into the luscious flesh and bringing waves of tingling excitement to course through each one. Her hands had gone to his young, immature ass, squeezing it and then reaching over to widen the boy's thighs into an outspread position'. Her fingers found his hard little nuts, pulling and stretching them as he writhed in sheer bliss.
"I think he's ready." She slid one hand between their already squirming bodies, her fingers closing in around the stem and finding it slippery from cum. "Yes, he's really ready," she whispered, prying the stiff little prick down and trailing the head through her mat of pussy hair so that the boy almost came right then. A moment later and she had guided the conelike head through her mat of pussy hair so that the boy almost came right then. A moment later and she had guided the conelike head to her wet, pulsing cuntlips, her hands now moving to his trim young hips to steer him. "Now, Stevie," she murmured softly, a mini-orgasm bursting unexpectedly at the mouth of her cunt, "now you must be a little man." She pressed the boyish hips down, the quivering little prick penetrating her hole quite sharply and taking her by surprise as it scraped past her clit. "Oohhh, Stevie! Why, that's marvelous! Yes, good God ... yes ... why you're sensational, darling...." His first little plunge had been surprising, but now as he caught on, she was amazed and surprised at his expertise. His hips had settled into the steady, thrusting penetration she had expected would baffle the boy, but now he was hungrily fucking her with all the agility and enthusiasm of youth. "Yes, that's out of this world!" she cried breathlessly. "Nice and easy and make them very deep. That's it ... yes! Jeez, but you really fuck!"
To Stevie Birks, the sensational feeling as his young cock thrust and recoiled through a warm cunt, was nothing short of breathtaking. The first startling plunge had been strange, but then his balls had filled with desire and he couldn't get the humping fast enough. He had hastily closed his legs, only to find his sister spreading hers. He gave a delighted little groan, braced his knees in the firm mattress and really started to plunge his hot stiff prick in and out of her welcoming snatch.
His cock was so slender, Donna failed to notice it thicken. She had never expected it to feel this good, nor her brother to last so long. He had seemed on the verge of exploding when she had first grasped his little cock. But then when he finally mounted her and started to fuck, his cock had somehow simmered down. At least that's what she decided as the slim cylinder continued its delighted thrusting in and out of her pulsing young cunt.
The first indication he was about to come began in the nervous shudder which proceeded to rack his ass and thighs. She clutched his butt more firmly, making him thrust deeply as she waited for him to explode. When he did, the thin jet of sperm shot into her snatch furiously. A few seconds more and the boy was energetically providing a flurry of little jerks, emptying his slim prick as she folded her knees, her thighs grasping at his hips as her own orgasm erupted to flood the brave little prick.
"Jeez! Oh God, what a fuck!" She continued to hold the boy in place with her knees and hands as his little cock nervously jerked and emptied itself. Her fingers moved over his firm round ass, found the clump of tiny balls and gently squeezed them. "You were sensational," she gasped as she kissed the top of his head. His face was resting between her straining tits, his mouth nudging the side of one and his eyes still staring at the bulging nutlike nipple. "Just sensational." She ran her free hand up over the boy's back, bringing shiver after shiver to his body.