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.
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?"
"Anytime." The excruciating feel of his hands was throwing her over the brink.
The thought of having this to enjoy in L.A. made all hope of stopping his urge to fuck her disappear. "All I want to do is fuck," he groaned.
"He's much too excited."
"He's excited to fuck." He'd never heard of anyone referring to a cock as if it were alive. He bunched the fabulous tits and stared at them through eyes veiled with lust.
"Has he ever been tit-sucked?" A mini-orgasm had just burst in her cunt and was seeping through the little triangle of the bikini brief.
"What?" he asked incredulously. He had never dreamt this beautiful, voluptuous woman would even know what cocksucking was all about.
"Tit sucked."
"Jesus, what's that?"
She pulled away from him and turned, a wide smile on her face. "Only a woman with tits like these can do it," she said, cupping her jugs and laughing at the look on his face. She glanced at his straining cock which was about ten inches of steaming red meat. "I don't think Robin could do it for you."
His eyes were wide and he knew he had a flaring look in them. The way she was holding her tits, teasing him with their bulging ripeness, was filling his balls with hot sperm. Then, as he watched her dazedly, she dropped to her knees, a wide grin on her face, before falling backwards onto the deep shag carpet and stretching out.
She held out her arms. "The bed is too soft for this," she explained as he got down alongside her. "Kneel on me here, with a knee on either side." She pointed to her waist just below the rib cage. When he was on her, she took his cock in both hands, staring at it hungrily for a moment before pulling on it and forcing him to straddle her higher. "Put your knees right under my armpits," she went on, her eyes feasting on the massive cock which was already emitting bubbles of hot sperm as she continued to clasp it. "That's it. Right up as high as you can come."
He wiggled upwards, his thighs bunching the towering tits until they were upthrust boldly and nestled on each side of his blazing cock.
"Now we let him feel the witness," she whispered, as if talking to herself. She was prying the thick shaft down between the ripe smoothness of the tits, finally using one hand to squeeze the boobs into place so that all but the shimmering head of the cock was visible as it burst through the opening at the top of her jugs. "Now I'll take all that excitement out of him and we can go for our swim."
Scott Birks thought for one horrible moment he was about to pass out. He was balanced on his knees, his feet tucked under the warm, pulsing skin of her waist, the indescribable feeling of his cock encased in the fully ripened tits almost driving him insane. He watched fascinated as Pauline found some clothing and tucked it under her head, raising her face so that it was but an inch or two from where his cock was baring its glimmering head from between her tits. Then, a moment later, and she was molding her hands on either side of the liquid-smooth tits and providing an exquisite squeezing motion over and around his steaming cock.
"How's that?" she asked, a new huskiness in her voice.
"Marvelous!"
"Give a little push and make him reach. You won't hurt me." Her hands were working slowly on the velvety soft globes, the throbbing bone of hot cock bringing streaks of static to course through both tits. "I may give him a little reward if he really tries."
Scott was beside himself with excitement. He could only stare down, fascinated, at the way she was staring at the glaring head of his cock. Her eyes were misted and veiled and her tongue had just lazily ran along her lips and making them glisten. He gave an erratic jerk, the mushroom head of his cock straining for her ups but not quite reaching them.
"He must try harder," she murmured softly, "if he wants that reward." She rearranged her hands on the fully ripened tits, pyramiding them so that they towered around and over the thick, pulsing prick, leaving the head and about an inch of red cock reaching for her face. This time when he humped, the head almost touched her lips. She caught the first pungent aroma of cock, and it filled her with mounting desire. She folded one knee and planted her foot on the floor, the movement easing the tightness in her cunt as more juice dribbled through the bikini brief.
Scott Birks was trembling and shaking so badly, he didn't know what to do. Up to now he had tried not to place too much weight on the shapely, soft body beneath him. Now, as he stared down to where his throbbing cock was reaching and straining from between the fantastic tits, he threw caution to the wind. He readied his hips as the beautiful face below waited expectantly. Then with a shivering, jerking spasm of forward motion he watched excitedly as his shimmering, helmet-like cockhead darted forward to the waiting lips.
To Pauline Harper, the sight of the thick knob of cock lurching towards her face was one of the most unbelievable experiences of her life. Her husband, Murray, had done this only once before he died. It was one of the things she had regretted most about their sex life, but she had suggested it the last time they had fucked, and it had almost driven both him and her crazy.
Now she kept her lips loosely closed and her teeth high and out of the way. Even then, the shock of the pulsing cum drenched cone striking her lips, widening them and penetrating about a half-inch, startled her. By the time her tongue had obediently responded in order to lash at the intruding cock, it was gone and Scott was sitting up, trembling and shaking worse than ever.
Pauline looked up and flashed him a wide smile. "That was better," she said softly, her eyes still veiled with lust and a faraway look in them as if she were half-asleep. "Let him try it again."
This time Scott raised his straining ass from her soft belly, poised himself and thrust with more weight on his knees. His cock streaked out of the confines of the bulging tits, the helmet-head glimmering from cum and saliva. A moment later and he had two inches of steaming cock throbbing and pulsing under the movement of her lips and tongue.
She made no effort to take more of it inside. Instead she concentrated on the flaring, mushroom of cock, her tongue raking the ridge, darting at the knot on the underside before washing over the throbbing pulpy meatiness as Scott whimpered and grunted in a series of startled cries.
When he could stand it no longer, he hurriedly withdrew, panting and choking as his cock recoiled into the exquisite softness of her tits.
"That felt good, didn't it?" Her eyes were startlingly bright, as if she had just experienced the most exciting event of her life. "Please let me suck him. I'll make him ready for later."
"I… I… going… to come."
"Of course." She lowered her eyes, wild streaks of excitement darting across the pupils as she focused on the gleaming head. A string of cum joined the little eye in the mushroomed head to one of her tits. "Let him come."
Scott made a choking, desperate sound deep in his chest. He couldn't believe she actually wanted to suck cock, even though he had seen it with his own eyes. Robin had kissed his cock once, in a frenzy of lust. But to have anyone as beautiful as Pauline Harper suck cock was unbelievable. He moved his hands to her shoulders, and readied himself for the next thrust. He didn't want to hurt her, or disgust her or do anything he would regret afterwards. Yet the raging ache in his cock and balls was unbearable. He poised himself, ready, and then slowly thrust forward. A moment later and the pulsing head of his blazing cock was in a can of worms, and he had to close his eyes.
She had to open her mouth wide as the shimmering dome slid in. She let go of one tit in order to wrap her fingers around the reaching column of sticky cock, holding it in place, and at the same time making sure all the surplus skin was held back. A moment later, mumbling excitingly through her grasping lips, she let the other tit go, that hand reaching for the massive clump of his balls and grasping them hungrily. Now he was firmly in place, and her mouth and tongue and lips began the suckling she knew she must give to bring him to the peak of his excitement.
To Scott Birks, the next few moments were nothing short of sensational. He hung there, kneeling and trembling and unable to believe the indescribable happenings to his cock. It was like having it in a little steam bath, the soothing motions of her tongue and lips bringing a mounting joy to his straining, churning cock. Never had he experienced such utter bliss as she lavishly washed around the reaching, quivering head.
To Pauline Harper, it was the answer to a long, drawn-out prayer. If anything, she had missed the opportunity to try sucking cock once more, far more than she had missed having some excited man ram his big prick up her cunt. She twisted and turned her face in order to bring more devastating thrills to the throbbing roll of meat. Then, with a disappointed grunt, she realized he was coming and her excitement mounted to the point where her tits seemed to be about to burst into flame.
The one time she and Murray had done this, he had been too shy and reluctant to let her finish. She had tried to hold him in place, but he managed at the last moment to withdraw his beautiful cock so that it belched out its precious cream, striking her face and nose. She could still remember the disappointed cry she had given as the warm cum had jetted free to be wasted on her face. Now, she tightened her holds on the throbbing shaft and the heavy clump of balls. Then, as the cock thickened in readiness and Scott gave warning little cries and the first indication he would try to withdraw, she gave the first tentative suck as her tongue darted around the thickening ridge. A moment later and the cock had filled her mouth, stretching her lips and teeth amazingly wide. It throbbed heavily for a few more seconds, and then like a huge cannon it ejaculated a massive dose of jism, slamming it against the back of her throat, delighting but startling her as she tried to swallow it. She just managed it as it gave a recoiling action. Another second and the next load landed, followed by an erratic expulsion of thinner but even warmer jets of pure cum.
"Oh, God!" Scott's hips, even though he was trying desperately to control them, were flipping to the spurting of his sperm. "Jesus, Holy Jesus!" The relief was like a mantle of soothing oil as she continued to suck his cock. "No! Please… no."
She was pulling him gently by his balls, her little hand completely filled with his scrotum as the thick cock, still pulsing excitedly, was urged on through her sensuous lips. Her tongue could no longer wash around it. Instead it stroked and licked at the taut underside. A fraction of an inch more and the fully bared head was nestled in the softness of her throat, pulsing and throbbing against the membranes, and flooding her with delight.
"No! No… oh, God! Please… no… Jesus, but that's heavenly."
She wasn't sure what she was doing, except moving her throat and encasing the quivering cockhead. Her lips still worked industriously around the stem and her tongue idly licked at the underside. She squeezed the balls tighter, pressing them back so that the head of the enormous cock seemed to bury itself more firmly against the back of her throat. Then in a series of little sucks, she made him quiver and shake until he was finally dry and just shaking.
They fucked after a swim. It was a long fuck, lasting well over an hour, during which he screwed her with all the vigor of a twenty-year-old getting his first piece of ass. He'd been a long time coming, and he put it down to the fact that she had sucked him off earlier. But then her excitement had mounted to unbelievable heights and she had been forced to throw him over onto his back. A few minutes later, with her hips and thighs beating a tattoo against his, she had finished up in a sitting position, his ten inches of steaming cock deeply imbedded in her clutching cunt. Then she had ridden up and down on him, drawing a second batch of hot, scalding jizz from his powerful balls.
"You love cock, don't you?" he said matter-of-factly as they lay side by side, panting for breath.
"I love it." She was cupping her fabulous tits which were rising and falling from their strenuous fuck. "I just don't get enough of it any more."
He put his hand on one of her boobs, and she immediately withdrew her hand so that he could feel the huge, billowy soft tit. "Well, you may not get enough in the future, but I'll see you get some."
She used her free hand to fondle his cock. It was partially flaccid and looped over across his crotch hair. "I hope so." Then she raised herself onto one elbow so that the beautiful big tits hung there, his hand moving back and forth from one to the other. "Think you can keep two women happy?" Just the thought of having a cock now and again, discreetly, and without any nosy local people knowing, filled her with lust as she slipped her open fingers under his balls.
"I think so," he replied, grinning as she lowered her face and kissed him tenderly.
"What if Robin finds out?"
"I don't think she'd care."
Pauline sat up, and stared at him incredulously. "She wouldn't?" she asked, unable to believe it.
"I haven't told her about you yet, but if she was here, I don't think she'd care."
A little tingling streak of excitement coursed through her tits as he continued to play with them. Just the thought of a woman allowing her husband to fuck another was fearfully erotic. Then the possibilities overwhelmed her as she thought more about it. "You mean, she really wouldn't mind if she… well… caught us… screwing?"
He laughed and squeezed one of the hanging, lantern-like knockers. "I know she wouldn't."
Pauline clutched his halls tightly. "How would you like to have Robin and the family move in with Barry and I until the Gilbertson house is ready? We have six bedrooms and more room than we ever use. That way you could have your family here and be ready to settle into your own home later."
Scott Birks thought about it as he pulled playfully on a nipple. "I hate to put you to all that trouble," he said finally, "but it would let the kids get settled into school before the summer break."
She talked him into it as they dressed, and afterwards, Scott had called his wife in New York to tell her the good news.
"It'll be two months, but Pauline doesn't care," he assured Robin as he listened to her give little whinnying cries of joy at the news. He was standing by the telephone table in the long hallway with his arm around Pauline and his hand cupping and squeezing one fabulous tit through the thin hostess gown she was wearing.
"She sounds very nice."
"And thoughtful, too." He managed to slip his hand inside the gown, his fingers groping until she turned partly around so that his hand could encase her swollen tit.
"The kids will go berserk when they hear we're at last moving."
He moved his hand to Pauline's other tit, his fingers sinking into the warm, yielding flesh. She responded by running her hand flatly over the front of his pants, the fact that he was talking to his wife while she was feeling him making her excited all over again.
"I'll call the movers in the morning, and then I can let you know when I've made reservations for the flight."
His cock was growing rapidly and trying to find room to stretch. It made him horny, and he said, "I can't wait to give you a big hunk of tail."
Robin gave a delighted laugh. "Believe me, I can't wait either. God, but I've missed you!"
"Didn't you see Bill and Joan?"
"Yes, he came home last week and Joan called me one morning. I went over for lunch – and had a ball."
"That would make you feel better." He pressed his now upthrust cock against Pauline's hand as her face widened into a grin. A moment later and her fingers were fiddling with his zipper, pulling it down and allowing her hand to edge inside to search through his undershorts for the huge cock.
"I'll say. I really needed that. I'm going over on Saturday night again and maybe he'll oblige."
Scott Birks laughed. "I bet he will, the lucky devil." Pauline's hand had pulled out his cock and was rubbing it slowly and gently. "I wish I could be there myself."
"Then we'd be tao busy at home, just the two of us."
"Oh, well, it won't be long until I can have you all to myself. You know, I bet we'll need a whole day in bed."
"Truer words were never spoken," laughed Robin, aware for the first time that she was squeezing and kneading one small, ripe tit. "I can hardly wait."