Robin Birks hastily dropped the pocket novel she had been reading, and furtively slipped it under the chaise lounge as she struggled to sit up. The children were all at school, and Scott and Pauline were both at work.
"Hi!"
Robin turned her head in time to see Barry Harper stroll unconcernedly through the patio doom. "Oh, hi, Barry. What are you doing home so early?"
"I have an exam tomorrow, so I'm supposed to be studying." He came over and sat on his heels, facing her, a little grin on his face as his eyes roved over her bikini-clad figure.
"How would you like a drink, and then we could have a swim together?"
"Does your mother allow you to drink in the afternoon with a strange woman?" She was trying to sound facetious while she collected her thoughts together. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes as he focused them on her bulging tits.
"Just one," he grinned, his eyes dropping to where the beautiful crotch angled in, the little strip of bikini cloth no wider than a ribbon.
"Well, I'll have just one," she replied, still uncertain of his intentions and determined to play for time. "Gin and tonic, or gin and something."
He held out his hand, delighted when she responded by reaching for it and swinging her long, shapely legs over the edge of the chaise lounge. A moment later, as she fell in beside him, he slid his arm almost naturally around her waist, his fingers sinking into the warm suntanned flesh and making her give a startled shiver.
At the bar just off the patio, he carefully mixed a Tom Collins, decapping a beer for himself before handing her the glass. As she took it, she stepped back, but not before his hands had found her waist again, taking her by surprise.
"I guess you were a fly-girl, weren't you, Robin?" he asked, drawing her to him so that she had to hold out her arm, in order to protect the drink.
"A stewardess." She held back her face away from his, but their hips had squeezed together, bringing a familiar warmth to her cunt. "And I don't think you should be doing this, Barry. Scott would kill you."
He answered with a wide grin, and brought his mouth to hers. She tried to twist her face away, and he missed connecting properly, but then his hands flew from her waist, one to spread quickly over her firm round ass, the other to her back so that he could hold her in place. For some reason which escaped them both, he now managed to crush his mouth on hers, the liquid softness of each other's lips causing a melting warmth which somehow took them both by surprise.
When their mouths parted, she said, "Now, I think that was very nice, Barry, and now we should have that drink and swim. Maybe it'll cool us both off. After all, I'm a guest here, and I know you wouldn't force me to do anything I might regret later."
Barry returned his hands to the slim waist, still holding her beautiful hips and thighs against his so that his cock stirred hungrily in the swim trunks. "You're one beautiful piece of ass," he said softly, lowering his eyes to stare at the bulging tile which showed every indication of bursting over the thin confining bikini bra.
"I take that as a compliment, coming from a handsome teenager," she said, smiling, but hoping he'd note the reference to his age.
"You're not much older than me," he countered, still holding her close as his cock raised itself hopefully into an upright position.
She took time out to sip on the drink, the liquor coursing down her throat and creating a new warmth to settle in the pit of her stomach. "Ugh! You made it strong," she said, smiling. His cock was now arched and nestled against her belly.
"You need everything strong." He lowered his hands slightly so that they were resting on her hips, holding her more firmly in place. The fact that she could feel his cock excited him, and he wondered what she'd do if he tried again. "Tits like those would take a lot of satisfying." He studied them as if examining some fine jewelry, his voice strangely soft and fascinating.
She looked at him, the boyish face so close to hers that she had difficulty studying it. But just then she gave a little shiver, the motion causing her belly to more thoroughly press against the upthrust shaft. She gave a broken sigh and this time pried herself away from his grasp. "I'm ready for that swim," she said, smiling until he reached for the bottle of beer. Then she watched him tip the bottle and guzzle down at least a half of the contents before finishing her own drink far faster than she had ever intended.
In the pool, they swam side by side over two lengths. It was big for a residential pool, built by the movie starlet in her burst of extravagance, and Robin hung on the safety rail at the far end, exhausted. She wiped at her eyes and started to adjust the bikini bra, but then for some reason she stopped, using both hands to reach up and back for the rail as she hung there, suspended and still fighting for breath.
"Jesus!"
She turned her face to find him staring at her tits which were rising and falling to her labored breathing. His mouth hung slack and his eyes were hungrily taking in the tits, frightening her a little, but yet making tingling streaks of ecstasy to race through her tits and downwards to her cunt. "You're dreadful," she said, unable to stifle a little laugh. "Do you realize I'm a happily married woman and I don't need attention from a handsome young man like you?"
He had moved toward her as she was talking, the hungry, lustful look in his eyes now glazed and almost veiled. A moment later and his hands were on her and he was hanging from the rail, his body against hers, his mouth searching for hers as she twisted her face from side to side.
She was surprised to find his cock was still hard. "Barry, you mustn't!" He was grinding his cock against her belly, his hips moving just enough so that the throbbing shaft was enjoying a squeezing motion.
"Yes, they're gorgeous." He brought one hand down and held her chin. Then his mouth was crushing hers once more, his tongue slashing wildly against her lips which up to now she had managed to keep tightly closed. He moved his hand from her chin, hanging now by one arm as his free hand went to one tit, cupping and squeezing it in the thin triangle of wet cloth. A few seconds later, as a bursting heat spread through his balls, he slipped his hand under the bottom of the triangle, lifting the wet fabric over the swollen tit until it was finally bared. A broken sobbing sound escaped through his frantically working lips as the exquisite beauty of the bare breast suddenly filled his hand.
For one terrifying moment, Robin Birks thought she would have to let go. The pool was ten feet deep, and she wasn't sure just how she would handle the situation once she was submerged. There was always the possibility the horny teenager might lose control and attack her underwater. She hung precariously as the youth's mouth crushed hers, his hand on her bare tit bringing the familiar mounting lust to the blossoming nipple. Then almost with a sigh of relief, she parted her lips and accepted his hots juicy tongue, her teeth nipping at it tenderly as her tongue flicked and licked at the darting, meaty roll.
How long they kissed, neither was ever sure. Barry was only concerned with the growing ache in his balls as the beautiful boob began firming, the nipple like a brown nugget, eagerly presenting itself for more attention. He pulled away from her mouth and dropped his face to the fabulous tit, his hot, wet mouth now ravenous as he sank his quivering lips around the pointed, shining nipple.
"Aaaagh… no, please, Barry! No!" Her mind was in a daze as the youth's mouth sucked and licked at her raging bit. She bravely lowered one arm and hung from the other, her hand going to the waist of the boy as darting streaks of bliss coursed all around her tits. "Please, Barry! That's very naughty, Barry. You know… you shouldn't…" She knew she should pry his mouth away and then push him from her altogether. But the fantastic working of his mouth was out of this world and almost unbelievable.
When they did eventually part, they hung there, staring at each other. When she made no move to cover the beautiful tit which was now folly ripened and thrusting itself towards him, he reached for the other, trying to slide his fingers under the triangle of confining cloth.
"No, wait. I'm afraid you're going to ruin it."
He watched, fascinated as she reached behind with one hand and unclasped the thin strip of bikini top. Then the smoldering look was back in his eyes as she flung the skimpy piece of cloth over the side of the pool before hanging from both arms, the twin tits now powerfully thrust out as if waiting for his attention.
"Christ, but you really have a pair."
She watched him through a daze, not caring now what he did or who walked in or what happened. Her body was a blazing cauldron of lust, her tits tingling like crazy and a hungry, yearning ache now settled in her cunt.
"Let's go inside," he groaned.
"You can only look."
"What?" he asked incredulously.
"I'm just letting you look."
He moved against her, one hand taking a tit and roughly squeezing it. "Jesus, I want to do more than look."
"No." She had a funny little smile on her face as she watched the torment in his eyes. "Just look."
He squirmed against her, his cock now fully upthrust and crying for a fuck. He forgot what he was doing and tried to use both hands on the fabulous tits, only to find he could not tread the water fast enough to stay in front of her. His head sank momentarily below the surface and he had to surge upwards, shaking his head violently to free it of water.
"You're going to drown yourself. Why don't you just look and get it over with."
He caught the rail, panting and spitting out water as his hand returned to one bulging tit and then moved to the other.
"That's better. You're getting yourself all excited."
Vaguely he was aware Donna had said the same thing at the drive-in movie that first night after they had arrived. "God what a pair of tits," he went on mumbling, unable to believe the global softness of the boob which somehow managed to stay perfectly suspended with no sag at all. "Let's go inside," he groaned. "Jesus, Robin, let's go inside."
"If you'll behave and just look." She didn't know why, but she had this unbelievable urge to tease the boy into an orgasm. It was the only way he could be satisfied, and she still be in a position to say he hadn't fucked her.
"Okay." He moved dejectedly to the edge of the pool alongside, and with a powerful leap, climbed over the edge, holding out his hand and staring down at the beautiful bare-titted woman beneath him.
They walked silently towards the patio doors, their wet feet rhythmically slapping at the tile and Robin's shapely tits bobbing and swinging and driving him mad.
As they climbed the stairs, Robin said, "You know I don't know what your mother would think if she knew about this and the way you're acting." Her body was on fire and she had a yearning desire to keep on teasing him. "After all, you must know girls to have a little fun with."
"Mother knows I screw around."
She immediately thought of Donna and wondered if he had screwed her yet. The girl had never been happier than she had since arriving in this house. For the first time it dawned on her that Barry had probably screwed the girl two or three times since they had arrived. "Then I don't see why you're getting so horny over me," she said, glancing from the corner of her eye and noting how his eyes were hungrily watching her tits.
"Jesus, but you're really something."
She gave a short laugh. "Let's go to your room," she said, the idea of teaching and teasing the boy at the same time tilling her with a growing blaze of raw lust.
In the room, she stood with her hands on her hips, a slow smile spreading across her face as Barry turned from shutting the door to feast his eyes on the out thrust mounds of her tits. "Let me see you," she said almost snappishly.
He made a choking noise and lowered the zipper at the front of the swim trunks, edging the damp fabric over his hips until they dropped at his feet. Almost shyly he stepped out of them and came towards her, his hands going to his hips just like hers.
"Stand there," she said, a little more kindly, her eyes going to the upthrust prong of his cock which appeared to be reaching and straining beyond endurance. She could just see the pink head as it started to bare itself, pressing through the taut foreskin as if readying itself for a fucking. She figured it was five inches, possibly six inches in length, the sight of the young prick bringing wave after wave of unmitigated lust racing up and down her cunt. She moved towards him and ran one hand over the youthful chest, her other startling him as it furtively reached for his balls, holding and squeezing them as the boy shivered with joy. "You're quite well-hung, really," she said, purposely keeping her voice soft and a little husky. She moved her other hand down over his flinching belly and clasped his cock. "Yes, you're going to be quite a man." She clasped the cock and slowly caught the surplus skin before moving her fist to the quivering base. "Yes, you must keep it exercised," she said, a ring of authority in her voice as the teenager gave a violent shudder, his hands going to her tits and fondling them avidly. "How much fucking do you do, Barry?"
He appeared to be on the verge of collapse, his youthful body shivering as if it were cold, yet the heat of his cock as her fingers gently massaged it was burning her hands.
"About two a month," he managed to blurt out, his hips flipping nervously as her hand held the base of his throbbing cock.
"You have a regular girlfriend?" she asked, hoping to catch him off guard. He had cupped his hands, lifting her tits as if he were weighing them. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, pressed back on his balls with her other hand, and then tightened the circle at the bottom of the straining prick.
"Two!"
She rubbed his cock two or three times, feeling the cock stretch and strain eagerly through the circle. "Have you fucked Donna yet?" she asked quietly. Then, in order to make him more confident, she added, "Donna likes a little fucking now and again."
He started to speak but had to clear a catch in his throat. "Yes," he admitted, unable to control the urgency of his lust as his hips jerked towards her. "Once."
A little thrill of excitement coursed through her excited tits. Such intimate confessions involving someone she knew always fascinated her and made her horny. She tried to imagine the well-built youth mounted on the girl, his firm young hips thrusting down on her and her legs wildly flailing as his beautiful cock swept in and out of her tight little slit. "She's quite good, isn't she?" Robin asked, after waiting for a series of steady thrusts of his hips to subside.
"Yes," he admitted, sighing deeply, his fingers closing in around about three inches of her luscious tits. Then with choking, rasping sounds he flung his mouth down to one tit, hungrily sucking and chewing it.
"Now, now," she murmured softly, a touch of sympathy in the tone of her voice. "We're only going to look, aren't we?" She looked down at the frantically working mouth, the cheeks moving in and out as he eagerly sucked on her blazing jug. She rubbed his cock a little harder, feeling the powerful muscles on either side as they hardened, her other fingers pulling on the swollen scrotum as his balls filled with sperm. "I don't think you should do that, Barry. It's not good for you and you're getting far too excited." She waited until he had sucked some more, her tits a tingling mass of unreleased lust as he deftly used his tongue to attack the nipple. "It's very nice, and you're doing quite well, but really, Barry. You're getting so…"
He broke his mouth away and groaned. "Jesus, excited. Robin, please… please just let us fuck…" He looked up into her pretty face to find her smiling sympathetically. "Please… please…" Her fingertips were flickering along the length of his steaming cock.
"Poor boy," she whispered, her fingers continuing the tantalizing teasing of the reaching cock. "Let me help you, that's a boy. Let Robin help you." She eased him back towards the bed, the edge of the mattress striking behind his knees so that he teetered momentarily until she had forced him backwards onto the bed. "There, now you can look," she murmured softly, noting his eyes wide with excitement as he stared up at her tits. "I'll help you."
He spread his thighs as her fingers slipped under to grasp at his balls. She gathered them together, pushing down on them as his young cock throbbed and strained. "Aaaagh… God!" he gasped as her other fingers gently stroked up and down the pulsing shaft.
"Yes, you're going to be nice and strong," she whispered, bending over so that her jugs hung in all their glory, the brown tips of the nipples teasingly glistening from his recent sucking. Then she dropped to her knees, carefully slipping her elbows on either side of his quivering thighs, her mouth but a few inches from the helmet-like head of his straining, excited young cock. "I'll help you," she muttered huskily. "I'll help you, Barry." She made a tight O with her lips and placed them on the pulsing dome of his cock. A moment later she was allowing the cone of cockhead to pierce her sensuous lips, the first wave of salty muskiness filling her nostrils and her loins with a blazing lust.
The unbelievable warmth and wetness of her mouth took his breath away. He had never really believed she would suck his cock, even when she had looked so lovingly at his genitals and played with them so fondly. He had always heard fly-girls liked cock, and now he believed it as he shuddered and shivered and stared in utter disbelief at what was happening to his cock. His body was almost exploding as the heat of her sensational mouth and gently working lips filled his balls to the bursting point. "No! God, please… Robin!"
She held the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth while her tongue lazily washed along the length of the streaming young prick. She licked it some more, her elbows keeping him from jerking too much as her hands teased and fondled his balls and straining prick. Just when she thought the cock was readying itself to ejaculate, she withdrew her mouth, and looked up along his tormented body which was twitching and shivering. "Don't come in my mouth, Barry," she warned him quietly. "You mustn't come in my mouth." She formed an O once again with her hot, wet lips, allowing the helmet-like head to penetrate again, keeping her lips tight so that they gathered in the surplus skin, pushing it all before them to the thicker, jerking base.
"No… please, Robin… I have… I have…" He was on the brink of shooting his load, and watching her head bob up and down was doing nothing to cool his ardor. "No… God, please… Robin…"
Again she had the head pulsing erratically against the roof of her mouth. She found the tiny knot and stabbed at it with her tongue. The boy was having difficulty keeping his hips under control, and she had to press her arms more firmly against his thighs. She pulled her mouth lazily up the stem of the thickening cock. "Please don't, Barry," she pleaded. "I don't want you coming in my mouth." She looked at him sympathetically. "This will make you very strong, but please, Barry. Please don't come in my mouth." Her eyes fell to the shimmering shaft as she held it upright, her saliva gleaming enticingly as she adjusted her fingers, making the slender young prick strain as her other fingers held his balls more firmly, one finger on his sperm cord and holding back the juice. "Remember," she whispered before placing her mouth on the tip of the cone, then eased her quivering lips downwards to the base, the head of the throbbing cock burying itself into the soft, warm membranes of her throat.
His hips started the violent thrusting as he fought to contain the powerful urge. Never had he wanted to ejaculate so violently before. His arms flailed here and there, his fists clenched and slamming against the bed covers as the indescribable feeling of her hot, wet mouth sucking on his cock almost drove him insane.
To Robin Birks, the taste and feel of the hot young cock throbbing and pulsing against the back of her throat were unbelievable. Never had she enjoyed a cock so much, all the previous ones having been huge, thick rolls of meaty cock which had left no room for anything other than a brisk up and down movement of her lips. Now, her tongue lashed and licked at the slender pole of prick. It had practically no ridge, only a slight indentation, but the tip of her tongue told her it was just as sensitive, just as excited when she licked around it, as the big shelf-like ridge of Scott's powerful cock. She closed her thighs, aware of the tickling little dribble of cunt juice which had escaped through her bikini crotch and was coursing down one thigh. Then, too excited and exhausted to do more, she slowly withdrew her finger from the boy's sperm cord. A moment later and she had to fight the thrusting violence of his hips and thighs as he sought relief and release.
"I'm… I'm… coming! No, no! Robin!" He had to warn her even though the onrushing cum was already spurting wildly. He tried to sit, gave up and lay back, thrusting his hips wildly, and vaguely aware that she was making no attempt to avoid the gushing geyser of his cock. He found he could plant his feet firmly on the floor, giving him some leverage. Then he forced his hips into a series of steady and prolonged up and down thrusts, his spurting cock emptying itself delightedly in the succulent heat of her welcoming mouth.