Scott Birks had insisted on Pauline joining him at the airport to welcome Robin and the kids to Los Angeles. Now she stood a little nervously beside him, waiting for the big jet to taxi up to the apron of the terminal.
Half an hour later, Pauline Harper was a little stunned to find herself taking in the shapely ash-blonde who appeared but a couple of years older than Scott's daughter, Donna.
Scott had taken the shapely young woman into his arms, kissing her hungrily before everyone in the busy concourse, before introducing her and the children to Pauline.
"I've heard so much about you, I feel I know you already," admitted Pauline as she took in Robin's attractive figure. A feeling of relief had just flooded over her at Robin's easy-going and obviously friendly attitude toward her. It was far more difficult coming face to face with a wife, after fucking with her husband, than Pauline had imagined.
"I'm delighted to meet you – I guess I can call you Pauline?" When Pauline nodded so quickly, she went on. "And I know I have to thank you for taking such good care of Scott." She put an arm around him as she talked, a yearning for him creeping slowly and teasingly into her groin.
Pauline wasn't sure just how much Robin suspected, and she gratefully accepted the introductions to Donna and Steve. She couldn't wait until Barry got a look at Donna in those tight pants which appeared to be sprayed on so that the cute little ass and thighs looked almost naked. The girl had full sloping tits which were obviously braless and as big or even larger than her stepmother's.
On the way to the car, Pauline listened delightedly to the two children who walked on either side of her. Try as she might, she found it impossible to avert her eyes from the happy couple walking ahead of her, with their arms intertwined around each other's waists. Scott's trim waist and firm masculine ass brought an ache to her cunt, reminding her of the fabulous screwing he had given her last night. But then her eyes would settle on his attractive wife's ass and the way it rocked gently from side to side as she walked, the twin cheeks clearly impressed in the confines of the white slacks she was wearing. She could well imagine how that ass would lift and fall as it tried to get more cock inside her cunt tonight.
At Pauline's house, both Donna and Steve went into raptures at the pool. Robin had purposely not mentioned the fact the house would have a pool, although Scott had told her on the phone. Now she watched delightedly as both children jumped up and down with joy.
"Can we go for a swim now?" asked Donna excitedly.
"No reason why you shouldn't," allowed Pauline. Then, as Scott went to pick up the suitcases, she smiled at Robin. "Why don't we all get into something more comfortable and I'll mix up some drinks?"
Robin sighed and nodded agreeably. "If you don't mind, I'll have a swim, too. It'll take out the creases after sitting for so long."
Pauline put an arm around the slim waist. "Just do whatever you want to do and make this your home," she said pointedly.
"It's so good of you to do this so that we can all be together so much sooner. I don't think I could have stood being away from Scott for another two months."
Pauline was only too aware of what Robin meant. She'd never considered herself to be the sexy type of woman before, but the fuckings she had enjoyed at the capable hands of Scott, had made her a new woman and she'd never felt better in her life. "We can just make it a holiday for everyone," grinned Pauline as she squeezed the younger woman's waist.
"I'll only be a few minutes and then I'll join you for that drink."
"Why don't you take your time," grinned Pauline, a knowing look in her eyes as Robin Birks started up the stairs. "I'll keep an eye on the children in the pool until you and Scott come down."
For some reason Robin felt the color creep into her cheeks. She gave an apologetic laugh. "Thanks," she grinned. "Maybe I'll take you up on that suggestion."
It was forty minutes later when Robin and Scott finally joined Pauline on the patio. Donna and Steve were frolicking in the pool, and Pauline had somehow managed to get into her bikini and was sitting propped up on a chaise lounge.
She grinned as the couple joined her. "You look better already," she said, noting the fabulous body of the young wife in the briefest bikini she had ever seen. She touched the chaise lounge next to hers. "Sit down and I'll get us a drink," she said to Robin, waiting, until the attractive girl had settled herself, but not before the small but firm and shapely young tits had hung precariously suspended and in full view. "I must say you have the perfect body for a bikini."
"Thank you," grinned Robin. "But I'd say your own looks pretty fabulous." She stared approvingly as Pauline struggled to her feet off the chaise lounge, the big ripe tits hanging momentarily as Robin and Scott both took them all in.
"What's your favorite drink? I know Scott likes Scotch."
Robin thought for a moment. "How about gin?"
"That's what I'm having myself. Tom Collins okay?"
"Beautiful." Robin lay back contentedly and found her sunglasses as Pauline walked away.
Scott, who had been watching the two children cavorting in the pool, turned to stare down at his wife. The tits were still peaked with the skimpy little triangles of cloth barely covering the upthrust towers. "Feel better?" he asked softly.
"Marvelous. You completely recharged me."
"That'll get you in shape for tonight."
She grinned up at him. "I can hardly wait. I have a lot of catching up to do."
"Bill Allingham didn't look after you too well."
"Oh, yes. But it's just not like having it right there whenever you feel like it. Besides, you get the feeling you're imposing and it's not as much fun knowing you're being invited just to get fucked." She sat up on one elbow to see if Pauline was coming back. "I can see why you've been kept satisfied. What a pair of tits!"
Scott grinned at Robin's reaction. "Do you like her?"
"Very much. She's not only attractive but she looks so genuine and sincere."
He reached for her hand and squeezed it. "Just how I would describe her, but she's also an alert businesswoman. You'll have to see her offices. They're fantastic." He looked up as Pauline returned with a tray of drinks. "I was telling Robin about your offices," he said, his eyes taking in the big beautiful boobs which were hanging suspended as she leaned forward with the tray. Almost without thinking, he lowered his voice so that the children would not hear, and murmured, "Jesus! Did you ever see such a pair?"
Robin gave a short, surprised little laugh. "Never," she admitted, grinning at the startled expression on Pauline's pretty face. "They're nothing short of sensational."
Pauline had made a choking noise, but recovered quickly. She was trying to straighten up, but Scott had failed to remove his glass and was holding it on the tray. "You're not supposed to say things like that in front of your wife," she admonished him. "At least not right away and after that long absence." She was annoyed at herself for being so nervous and she suspected she was blushing. Then, as streaks of static electricity darted joltingly through her tits, she watched excitedly as Scott removed his hand from the glass and slowly and teasingly moved the back of his hand up and down over one blazing tit.
He grinned at Pauline's obvious embarrassment. "So beautiful and firm," he said softly, noting the excitement in Robin's eyes, and grateful for the way the kids were shouting and splashing in the pool behind him. "Maybe Pauline will let us work them over," he said as Robin nodded her head enthusiastically.
By now Pauline was shivering and choking at the same time. "Take your drink, Scott, please!"
Scott laughed and took the drink, watching the embarrassed woman straighten up before putting the tray on a little table nearby. "I just wanted you to know I won't forget you, dear." He watched her adjust her bikini top with a casual movement of her fingers inside the flimsy cloth.
"I'll make sure he doesn't," added Robin, grinning in order to try to give the older woman confidence. "I'm very grateful for you having looked after him."
Even though Scott had assured her Robin wouldn't care, Pauline Harper still found it hard to realize a wife would share her husband. She knew some people swapped mates. They said almost everyone did it in L.A. But it was one of those things you always thought of other people doing, and you never actually knew anyone who did. For her own part, an arrangement such as Scott was advocating – and his wife obviously endorsing – was almost too good to be true. It meant she could get that wonderful fucking Scott was capable of giving, and with his wife's approval. She sat on the edge of the chaise lounge, still a little embarrassed, as she sipped thoughtfully at the Tom Collins.
Robin Birks could sense what Pauline was thinking. She reached over and put a hand on the older woman's knee. "Back East, everyone thinks all Californians swing," she said, grinning. "And with that body of yours, it would be crazy to deprive yourself of good healthy tail."
Pauline gave a little shiver. Her sudden need for sex was somewhat frightening. She had even noticed herself recently appreciating the stares she was getting from strange men. "Maybe it's because I haven't a man to share with you," she said pensively. "I mean mate swapping is one thing, but two women sharing one guy – well, it's sort of funny."
Robin moved her hand up and down along Pauline's thigh. "Don't worry about it. Let's just act like good friends. Just pretend you're borrowing a dress or a piece of jewelry."
They all laughed, knowing that borrowing cock was not quite the same. They were still laughing when Barry Harper ambled in.
"I want you to meet my wife," said Scott, his face twisting into a grin as the youth's eyes took in the high round tits of Robin as she sat up on the chaise lounge.
"Hi, Barry. I'm pleased to meet you after all Scott has told me about you."
Barry unashamedly took in the young, shapely body beneath him. He was used to seeing his mother's big, melon-like tits, but these were simply adorable, and he feasted his eyes on them as they lay nestled so beautifully inside the thin triangles of thin cloth. "I must say you're very beautiful, Mrs. Birks," he said, a wry grin appearing around the corners of his mouth.
"Thank you. And now you should meet the kids." Robin called to Donna and Steve, who climbed out of the pool and ran towards the gathering.
Donna was thoughtlessly adjusting her bikini so that the twin tits were almost bobbing free. When she looked up, it was to find Barry Harper with his thick mop of reddish hair, brazenly examining her from head to foot, and obviously liking what he saw. A shiver ran down her spine and a tingling swept into her tits. "Hi, Barry!" she replied to his greeting. His mod haircut and the way he rested one leg as he stood admiring her brought a new wave of sudden bliss to settle in her cunt. He reminded her of a guy back at school she had always wanted to date but who, for some reason, never appeared to notice her. "Why don't you join us for a swim?"
"Sure," he said, his eyes settling on her thrusting, young tits. "I'm going to have a Coke first. Want one?"
"Thanks. I will." A welling wave of sensuality swept over her as the handsome youth held out his hand, taking hers as they both walked towards the refrigerator inside the patio doors.
"Better get one for your brother," said Barry as he opened the fridge door. Then as he handed out the bottles, his eyes went over her again, once again settling on the bulging tits which appeared as if they might burst from the top of the straining bikini. "You're nicely put together," he said thoughtfully. "I mean you have everything in the right place."
She blushed furiously and was annoyed with herself. "Coming from a guy in L.A. that's quite a… a… compliment," she managed to stammer.
"Left a boyfriend back home, I bet."
"No one in particular."
"You played the field, did you?" he grinned.
"I guess so." His continued examination of her tits no longer embarrassed her. In fact, she was beginning to feel quite proud of them. After all, the guys in California were supposed to be such swingers. To have one admire anything about her was quite flattering. "I'm really looking forward to living here."
"Here in this house, or L.A.?" The good-looking grin was almost driving her insane, and he was almost certain he could see the pinhead nipples ripening and pushing against the bikini bra.
"Both," she countered, staffing to regain her confidence.
"You and your brother sip on the Cokes. I'll be back in a jiffy." He allowed himself another long look at the shapely teenager, the first halting quiver going through his cock as it started to erect inside the tight jeans. He watched the firm, young ass as she strolled back onto the patio. "Jesus!" he whispered, running his hand over the rising bulge at the front of his jeans. "What a piece of ass. I can hardly wait until I sink my cock into that."
Afterwards, in the pool, when his mother and Mr. and Mrs. Birks had joined them, he managed to slip his hand wistfully over Donna's cunt mound. The first time, when he had touched her, she had given a little shriek which had prompted him to apologize for running into her. The next time, to his delight, she didn't even move but allowed his hand to stay at her crotch, his fingers pressing teasingly all around her cunt.
Later that evening, Barry Harper generously offered to take both Donna and Steve to the drive-in. He would have preferred taking Donna by herself, but it would have been too obvious to date the girl the first night, and a little selfish not to include little Steve.
At the drive-in, Barry was a little startled to note both movies were skin flicks. He hadn't bothered to check what was showing because he never did, caring little about the show but only how fast he could get into a girl's pants. Now, as he realized they would be doing nothing but sitting there watching sexy movies, he started worrying about the boy. Then he suddenly realized he would be watching sex while sitting next to the best-looking chick he had seen in a long time, and the first dull bursts of raw lust began smoldering in his balls.
Halfway through the first movie, Barry suggested Steve should visit the canteen. He gave the boy a five-dollar bill and told him to buy anything he wanted and bring back two Cokes for Donna and himself. As soon as the boy had disappeared, he put into operation what he called a test-run. It was something he tried with any new girl he took to a drive-in movie.
His arm had been along the back of the seat, and now he used his hand to turn Donna's head and face towards him. The next thing she knew his mouth was on hers, his tongue idly drifting along her warm, sensuous lips before piercing them slowly as their mouths gradually surrendered to each other's driving needs. She sucked hungrily on one inch of hot, juicy tongue for several minutes, failing to notice his hand on one tit until his fingers were digging into the base through the thin material of her sweater. She was undecided whether or not to object. She compromised by bringing one hand up and placing it over his.
The first full feel of the ripe, shapely tit had brought a ripple to his balls. He had suspected she was wearing no bra, and the feel now confirmed it so that his cock thickened hungrily, raising itself hopefully as he continued to move his fingers over the tit. At first the arrival of her hand on top of his had disappointed him, but now that she made no other attempt to stop him, he began a more thorough arousal of the beautiful boob.
She gave a soft moan and twisted her mouth away from his as she fought to catch her breath. She moved her hand from his, as if surrendering, and said, "Phew! You certainly know how to kiss."
"And you certainly have a pair of tits."
She gave a little laugh. "Thanks."
They kissed again and this time he found the hem of the sweater and ran his hand upwards over the exquisite softness of her belly to the rib cage, the feel of her thrusting young tits bringing a jolting streak of heat to skim along his cock. He avidly squeezed and kneaded first one tit and then the other, his fingers plucking at the ripening nipples as his tongue fenced and darted with hers inside her mouth.
This time when they broke the kiss, she said, "You're just making yourself excited for nothing."
"I know." He was panting for breath, and now that she had put her head back on his arm and had squared her shoulders, the tit in his hand was firm and fully thrusting so that be was almost going insane. He rubbed both tits alternately, the fact that she had shown not the least sign of resisting, making his need to fuck her worse than ever.
She listened to his excited, erratic panting. His hand roaming over one tit and then the other brought a rising mountain of lust to settle in her cunt. "You have very nice hands," she said almost wistfully, feeling him shudder at the remark as he moved to the other tit.
"May… may… maybe we should move to the back seat when Steve comes back," he croaked.
"Sure," she replied as he turned her head once more, "as long as you don't get too excited."
This time, as he hungrily kissed her, he reluctantly dropped his hand from beneath the sweater and into her lap. She was wearing a little pleated mini-skirt, and a moment later his fingers were in her crotch, fussing over the bulging little cuntlips which were encased in the fabric of her panty crotch. He gave a grunt as she obligingly folded one knee, widening her thighs and giving him more room.
She moaned her appreciation as his fingers pulled and stroked at her cunt. She wished Steve would get lost for an hour so that she could enjoy this heavenly feeling. She heard what she thought were footsteps near the car, and she gave a despairing groan. A few seconds later and she moved her hand to the massive clump at the front of Barry's jeans, her fingers tenderly closing in around the excited dick as the youth shuddered violently and twisted his mouth from hers.
"Jesus! Jesus!"
"I told you you were getting excited." She straightened her leg and trapped his hand. When he reluctantly withdrew his hand, she straightened the little skirt, knowing Steve must be coming back at any moment. Her hand still clenched the huge bulge in his pants, and she moved one finger over the length of his upthrust cock. "It's silly getting so excited when you can't do anything about it," she whispered, knowing she was driving him insane. "Now you be good for the rest of the night, or I won't want to come again with you."
He made a snorting noise as she continued to stroke his cock. "God, why don't we just fuck and to hell with your brother."
Donna pretended to look hurt. "That wouldn't be very nice, now would it?" she said poutingly, the way she was teasing him making her all the more excited herself.
Just then Steve arrived back, precariously balancing a cardboard box which he was using as a tray.
"We're going to move to the back seat, Steve," said Donna, shuffling across the seat as she listened to Barry give a dull moan. "There'll be more room." She got out and opened the back door, managing to slip out of her bikini panties in the confusion as Barry and Steve decided how and where to distribute the drinks and popcorn. She kicked them under the car before climbing in next to Barry, Steve cautiously getting in behind her as he held a paper cup of cold pop.
A few minutes later, and they were finally settled. Barry had cunningly given himself the corner seat and then steered Donna so that she was half turned and leaning back against his shoulder. He had promptly finished his drink in one long gulp, leaving his hands completely free. Now he ran one arm along the back of the seat so that Donna could rest her head on it. His other arm hung loosely by his side until Steve was again watching the movie and munching at popcorn. Then Barry slowly slid his hand up the inside of the sweater, reaching around the warm, exquisitely smooth body of the girl until the beautiful tit nearest to him was again in his trembling hand.
Donna glanced down to see if the hand on her tit was bulging her sweater. She was relieved when she saw it wasn't. There was no reason why Barry couldn't fondle and play with her tit, providing he didn't get too out of hand. She laid her head back on Barry's arm and gave a contented sigh as his fingers gently probed and kneaded her tingling tit. She wondered what Barry would think and do if he knew she was without panties. He'd probably lose all control and just fuck her, she decided. And she really didn't care. Certainly little Steve wouldn't care. In fact, he might get quite a bang out of watching his sister getting screwed. She studied the boy as he finished the last of the popcorn, the way his eyes had widened as he watched the movie, causing Donna to glance at the screen for the first time.
When she did, she uttered a gasp. A beautiful young nurse was sitting on the side of a bed staring down at an older but very handsome man. She was unbuttoning the front of her uniform, warning the patient at the same time that he could look but not touch. Then suddenly she was opening the front of the uniform to display a magnificent pair of beautiful boobs which the man was frantically reaching for, but which were just outside his grasp.
At the sight of the bobbing tits on the pretty young nurse, Steve Birks had made a catching noise in his throat. Donna turned to watch the boy, whose hand had moved to his crotch for a moment, as he squirmed slightly, and his eyes became wider as the pretty nurse continued to flaunt her lovely tits and tease the older man. Donna's own tits were raging under the persistent rubbing of Barry's hand which he used expertly to lift and squeeze the throbbing tit. She watched Steve's trembling hand, a coursing little thrill darting up her cunt as she thought she saw the hand move in a gentle to and fro motion on the little mound in the front of the boy's pants. A moment later, and she had reached for the boy's shoulder, drawing him back so that he was resting against her, his eyes still glued to the screen where the nurse was now drawing back the single white sheet which covered the patient's waist.
For several minutes, they both watched as the nurse bared the patient's bloated cock. But then, almost without thinking, Donna's hand was in Steve's crotch and the boy was trembling uncontrollably as her fingers found the zipper, opened the fly and a moment later closed around his steaming little prick. He gave a pathetic but grateful little groan, spreading his thighs to give his sister all the room she needed. Then he lay back, convulsively quivering as he watched the nurse climb onto the patient's bed before lowering herself to rest along the full length of the man's excited body.
The feel of Steve's stiff little prick in her hand was the last thing Donna needed. Her tits were on fire, and she knew at least one gush of hot juice had already seeped into the seat below her cunt. She continued to rub the boyish cock in a slow, deliberate movement which he was obviously enjoying, but now she moved her other hand to Barry's crotch, feeling the boy quiver as she pried open the zipper. A moment later and he was stifling muttered oaths as her fingers searched teasingly inside his shorts. Now, for what would probably be the only time in her life, she mused, she held a cock in each hand, and for some ridiculous reason she wondered if either Robin or Mrs. Harper had ever had the experience. She reached under both cocks and cuddled the swollen balls. Barry's were quite big and powerful, while Steve's were quite small – like pigeon eggs, she decided.
Donna glanced at the screen where the nurse, now impaled on the massive cock of the patient, was gently squirming her hips. She had braced herself on her arms, allowing him one of the beautiful tits which he was avidly sucking.
"Jesus!" Barry Harper was beside himself with mounting lust. He tried to sit up to see if Steve knew what was happening, but the boy was wedged against his sister and out of sight. It was a position Donna had thoughtfully arranged, he decided gratefully, as her fingers continued to rub his steaming cock in the most excruciating way it had ever been rubbed by any girl. "Jesus," he whispered again, "what are you doing to me?" He was about to warn her he would come.
"Shhh!" Steve's little hips were thrusting as her fingers circled the base of his slender cock. She held them there, feeling the violent convulsions of the boy's loins as he tried to thrust against her hand. She took time out to touch his shoulder. "Move into the corner, that's a boy," she suggested, returning her hand to the pulsing little prick as the boy hurried to comply. Then when his head was wedged in the corner of the seat and his body lay before her, she opened up the front of his pants, baring the stiff little stem. "Donna will help you."
Barry was too excited to care what was going on. He figured the boy was falling asleep, and he hoped Donna was making him comfortable so that they could at least have a little screw in peace.
Now that the boy was settled, Donna glanced over her shoulder at Barry. Her hand still worked on the upthrust cock and she wasn't sure but what it was ready to unleash its load of scalding sperm. She raised her butt and edged herself back and over Barry's hips. "You can get in," she murmured, grinning at the expression on his face which she could just dimly make out from the flickering light of the screen. Then she held his cock upright, her beautiful ass moving over it until she could nuzzle the pulsing cockhead at her hole. A moment later, with Barry still unaware of what she was about to do, she eased her pulsing, aching cunt downwards over the length of his raging, blazing cock.
"Jesus! Aaagh…" he groaned, unable to believe the sensational feeling of the hot, boiling cunt as it wrapped itself delightfully around his upthrust shaft. "Oh, my God!" Never had cunt felt so good and so completely enveloping.
"That feel good?" She sank down until her cuntlips were wrapped around the thick base of his cock, moving her hips and thighs in a slow, rhythmic motion that had him gasping for air.
"Great," he groaned, his hands flying to her waist so that he could press more of his boiling cock inside her hot hole.
Donna giggled with nervous delight. She was using both hands on Steve's little cock, holding it up with one and running her fingers up and down and over his balls with the other.
Barry Harper rammed his hands up under the sweater to reach around and grab at her fabulous tits. He no longer cared if her brother saw him do this or not. He just had to feel the velvety softness and the ripe fullness of each jug. He thrust his cock as deep as he could, delighted when Donna suddenly started to bend over so that her beautiful little ass was more rounded and the position made her cunt tighter for his blazing cock. A few tentative jerks and he knew he could move about three inches of cock in and out of the tight little cunt. He milked furiously at her tits, aware now that he was coming. Then he started the steady, methodical fucking he knew he must have in order to find release.
To Donna Birks, the position and everything about it was exciting. She listened to Steve's little murmurs of approval as her fingers played and fondled with his cock. It had already given a little spurt of hot cum, readying itself. But then the screen had provided more light and she had managed to see the straining little prong. At the same time, Barry had started milking her tits, beginning a fire in them as his cock finally managed to thrust to the top of her hungry cunt. A few moments later, and once again the delicious feeling of her brother's eager little prick as it passed through her lips filled Donna with uncontrollable excitement. This time she expertly ran her lips down the length of the hard, throbbing little cock, her tongue licking and lashing relentlessly at the upthrust prick. Then, as Barry's mountainous jet of boiling jism hit the top of her gulping cunt, her brother's brief spurt of thin sperm slammed teasingly against the soft membranes of her throat.