"Man! That's what I call a magnificent hunk of woman flesh."
Scott Birks laughed at the older man's expression. "That's quite a compliment," he said, still laughing as Keith Regan continued to stare with admiration at Robin. "It happens to be my wife."
Both men were standing near the edge of a throng of people all of whom were talking, sipping on drinks and nibbling on hors d'oeuvres in a reception room at a downtown hotel. Condor Air Freight was celebrating the official opening of its terminal in L.A., and the room was filled with invited guests, all of whom were potential customers and shippers on Condor planes.
Keith Regan, who had taken a sip of Scotch after making the remark, burst into a fit of coughing. When he stopped he said, "Good Lord! I'm sorry, old man. I was really admiring her, although if I had known it was your wife, I would have put it a little differently." While he was talking, his eyes were taking in the young, attractive blonde as she edged her way through the groups of guests.
"Hi, darling!" Scott Birks held out his hand until Robin had taken it. "I want you to meet Keith Regan."
Robin flashed the older man a wide smile. "Mr. Regan," she said, as he held her hand, his eyes failing to ignore her beautiful tits which were curved and straining in the low-cut neckline of the attractive black dress.
"Mrs. Birks. It's my pleasure." They were the mast beautiful tits he had seen in some time, and he had always considered himself a fit man.
"Mr. Regan has agreed to sign a pretty big contract with us to haul to his oil drilling rigs in Northern Canada. Why don't you take Mr. Regan over to the buffet?" suggested Scott pointedly. Ever since he had been appointed as manager for Condor, he had hoped and prayed he could get at least one big fat contract. It would somehow prove he was the right man the company had chosen.
"Of course." Robin slipped her arm, without thinking, through Regan's, a pleasant feeling about the expensive floor-length dress she had splurged on filling her chest. Practically every man present had tried to get a glimpse of her tits, filling them with what she had always called her sex urges. "Do you live in L.A., Mr. Regan?"
"Yes, I'm a bachelor."
She turned to look at him, as if appraising km. "You're kidding," she cried, with just enough enthusiasm to bring the proud smile to his handsome round face. "What a waste of manpower."
He put back his head and roared his approval of her quip. "A rich bachelor – although I wasn't always," he admitted thoughtfully.
"One can only assume you get everything you want without marriage," she said, almost coyly.
When they got to the buffet, Robin handed him one of the large plates as they started at one end of the table. "When we move into our new home, you'll have to come to dinner," she said, spooning into a jellied salad and half turning so that he could catch a glimpse of her tits now that she was bending over. "Any bachelor I ever knew was half starved for a good meal."
"Well, thank you. I'll look forward to it. But believe me, I do get enough to eat. I have a housekeeper who prepares delicious meals."
"Does she live in?"
He laughed with a knowing look on his face. "No. I live in a bachelor penthouse at Kingsley Towers. She comes in about eleven on Mondays to Fridays and leaves at five. My dinner is in the oven on the nights I'm staying home. On Saturdays and Sundays I have dinner out."
"I'll remember that and have you for dinner on a weekend."
They had reached the end of the line, their plates heaped with a variety of foods.
Robin looked around to an area set aside for eating. "There's an empty table over there in the corner," she suggested. "It's out of the way and we can hear ourselves talk."
He studied her ass as she walked ahead of him. It had just the right roundness and firmness he liked, and the long skirt of the dress was just tight enough to make the twin cheeks most impressive as they swayed very gently from side to side. At the table he held out her chair, getting a good look at the beautiful tits as she sat down, the sight bringing a dull ache to his groin and reminding him it had been at least six months since he'd had a piece of tail.
"You know, Mrs. Birks," he said when he was seated opposite to her, "when I first saw you this afternoon, I made an awful faux pas."
"Please call me Robin, and do tell me about the faux pas."
"I said to your husband he should look at the magnificent piece of woman flesh on the other side of the room. Then he told me it was his wife and I felt like two cents."
Robin laughed. "That wouldn't bother him at all. He'd take it as a compliment. As for me, well, I'm rather flattered." She studied him from beneath lowered lids, noting the touches of color in his cheeks.
"It was a compliment, I can assure you."
She gave a short laugh. "However, I always think of horses for some reason, when I hear the term 'worn flesh'."
He put back his head and laughed. "Funny you should say that. I always considered myself a judge of women and homes."
His handsome good looks and athletically built body had kept the dull, urgent ache in her cunt. That and the way his eyes constantly appreciated her tits, which were still tingling from the moment he had first shown interest in them. She had always been fascinated with older men, frequently dating them when she was a stewardess if the opportunity occurred, and preferring them over the skittish, excited young men she was more apt to meet. "Have you judged me, Mr. Regan?" she asked, an innocent expression on the pretty face as she noted the difficulty he was still having in averting his eyes from her tits. "Or would you have to feel my flanks and fetlocks?"
"I'd certainly like to," he said knowingly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he studied her beautiful face. "Frankly, I can't think of anything which would give me more pleasure." He had slipped his hand under the tablecloth to pull at his crotch, the throbbing of his cock driving him mad.
She decided to tease him to the limit. "I suppose I'd have to be stripped for that," she said, keeping her voice soft although the group at the nearest table were noisily telling jokes.
"If you wanted me to judge you truthfully." Never had he enjoyed such a titillating conversation and his cock twitched eagerly. "I would, Mr. Regan."
He released a burst of air. "Call me Keith."
"Keith."
He smiled at her, unable to believe they were actually talking about fucking. He tried to dampen his horniness. She could be a cock-tease and not really want to screw. He'd had his share of those over the years. But just being able to run his hands over those beautiful tits would be enough, he reasoned. That and seeing her nude and running his fingers over the beautiful cunt she must have, would be more than enough to make the exercise worthwhile. "When would you like me to judge you, Robin?" he asked, his eyes holding hers.
"Soon," she grinned, putting down the fork and pushing her plate away. "One day next week at your place?"
"Late afternoon on any day, when my housekeeper has gone."
"Of course. I don't want anyone around while you're judging me."
Later, they were joined by Scott and another man Robin didn't know.
Later still, as Scott started to bring more guests over the table, Keith Regan decided it was time to leave. "I have to go," he said to Robin, taking her hand and squeezing it. "Thanks for being such a wonderful hostess." Then, under his breath, he added, "Call me about that appointment and I'll see what I can do."
She flashed him a wide smile. "I intend to."
He nodded his head. "Regan Explorations will get me. It's in the telephone book."
She nodded her head, just then catching a glimpse of Pauline Harper coming through the wide doors into the reception room. She caught at Keith's arm just as he started to go. "Oh wait, Keith," she said abruptly, "there's someone I want you to meet."
Keith Regan looked in the direction as Robin pointed. "Jesus!" he muttered. "Not another one."
Robin grinned as she watched Pauline approach with her thick, shoulder-length hair swaying from side to side as a backdrop to her beautiful face. "I thought you might be interested," she went on, noting how Pauline's magnificent boobs moved rhythmically and independently behind the front of the finely knit dress. "How would you like to judge that, Keith?"
"Jesus, would I!"
"I could probably arrange it."
"You're kidding!"
Pauline Harper had stopped to talk to someone she obviously knew, giving Robin the opportunity to keep on teasing Keith Regan. Robin had her arm through his again, and she could actually feel him tremble. "She's a very healthy woman," she went on, matter-of-factly. "Do you think you could handle her?"
"Could I?" The ache in his balls was unbearable.
Robin wished she could stroke at her cunt. "Could you handle both of us?" she asked softly.
"Both of you?" he asked incredulously, another shiver running down his spine as he tried to visualize this stunning blonde and the gorgeous redhead lying naked and waiting for a fucking. His cock was poker-stiff and he had carefully clasped his hands in front of the mountainous bulge.
"A threesome is much more fun," she murmured, almost indifferently, "providing of course the man is capable." She squeezed his arm with her hand. "And you certainly look capable, Keith."
He made a choking sound, unable to control his reflexes as her suggestion sank in.
Robin was finding it difficult not to laugh at the older man's mounting enthusiasm. His eyes were already veiled with lust as he continued to study the attractive woman, and Pauline had cooperated beautifully by resting one leg so that it was in plain view in the deep slash down the side of the floor-length dress. "She's a widow so you'd have to put every effort into it."
"You mean… I mean, she doesn't have a… lover… a boyfriend?"
Robin shook her head as if sympathizing. "That's what I meant when I suggested it had to be someone very capable."
This time Keith Regan did choke, finishing up in a coughing fit which he had difficulty controlling.
One afternoon a week later, Keith Regan was standing on the diving board of the swimming pool on the roof of Kingsley Towers. He was staring down to where Robin Birks and her friend Pauline Harper were cavorting in the pool. Apart from three or four young housewives lying sunning themselves, the roof was unoccupied, just as he had expected it would be.
"Chicken!"
Pauline Harper was treading the water, and staring up at him, her fabulous big tits boldly inviting him as they appeared about to burst free.
"I'm waiting until you get out of the way," he replied, the throbbing pain in his balls almost unbearable.
Robin was clinging to one side of the pool and waiting for him to dive. When he did, she swam over to where she had decided he would appear. She misjudged it by a couple of yards so that his hand had slid teasingly between her thighs as she tried to stop swimming and protect herself. The next moment and she had flung her arms around his neck in order to stay above the surface, his fingers gently playing and tugging at her cuntlips as she shrieked and cried in utter dismay.
Keith Regan was grateful to the housewives who didn't even bother to look up, but then Pauline Harper arrived at his side, realized what he was doing and pretended to pout.
"How come I don't get that special treatment?" she said grumpily. Then when his arm had swept around her slim waist, she burst out laughing. "Okay, okay!" she cried as he pulled her flatly against him so that his huge cock rubbed against her firm belly muscles. "I give up. I give up, please, Keith."
Then they left the pool, and went to his fantastic penthouse, the women drying themselves as Keith poured martinis.
"Mnnn…" murmured Pauline as she took the first sip. "There's nothing like a martini for staying power."
Keith laughed uproariously as Robin promptly finished hers in one gulp. "Give me more. Give me more!" she cried delightedly, holding out her glass as he poured her another.
They shed their bikinis before his smoldering eyes. His hard-on was unbearable, and he only hoped he could last. Never in thirty-odd years of fucking had he ever found himself in this predicament, and his eyes hungrily watched as both women stood proudly before him, their magnificent tits bobbing and still gleaming from the water from the pool.
"I'm ready," grinned Robin, studying his lust-filled eyes. "Are you going to judge me or not?"
"At least let us see what you have to offer," suggested Pauline, who was still sipping on her first martini.
"He's shy." Robin walked over to where he was standing and proceeded to push at his shorts.
"God, look at that," she murmured approvingly as the swim trunks fell at his feet and he proceeded to step out of them. "Isn't that something? God, what a piece of cock."
Pauline had a strange, almost shocked expression on her face. This past month had been so bewildering when it came to sex that she constantly found herself half-aroused most of the time. She joined Robin to stare at the upthrust shaft. Then, as Robin brazenly reached under to clasp the powerful balls, Pauline cleared a catch in her throat, her hand reaching out to fully grasp the throbbing column of thick cock. "Man, that's quite a prick," she whispered, rubbing the twelve-inch pillar and baring the helmet-like head. "Who's going to sample it first?"
Keith Regan was beside himself with excitement. Ever since the reception given by Condor Air Freight, he had found it difficult to believe these two gorgeous women had been really serious. At first, he had decided he must have had too much to drink. Then when he did convince himself they would accept his invitation, he had suffered massive hard-ons which the coldest of showers had failed to have any effect on. Now they were here, stark naked, and casually admiring his big cock. He shook his head as if he still could not believe it. Then slowly and persistently he started playing with their tits.
"I've heard of a guy being well-hung," admitted Robin as she deftly squeezed the enormous clump of balls.
"God, I can hardly wait," volunteered Pauline, her cunt bursting into flame as she brought her other hand into play along the pulsing stem. "I'd settle for a trial run, just to get the feel of it."
Robin looked up just as Keith Regan lowered his face. Their mouths met and she accepted his thick, juicy tongue, sucking and chewing it hungrily as he lifted and toyed with her swollen tit.
When their mouths parted, she said, "Now I want to see how good you are, darling. Pauline has been looking forward to this all week. Do you feel very strong and capable?"
He made a choking sound as a shiver of lust swept through his balls. "In the bathroom," he groaned, smiling at the look on the two women's faces.
They obediently walked beside him until he had thrown open the door, a gasp escaping from each of their throats as they examined the huge sunken bathtub and the wide apron of tile around it. They watched as he adjusted the silver taps so that a foaming geyser of bubbling water entered the tub. Then, when he had added oils and salts which filled the huge bathroom with a delightful perfume, he held out his hand, helping each of the women to step into the warm water. A moment later and he was lying outstretched with Robin kneeling on one side and Pauline on the other so that they immediately started massaging him from head to foot, the warmly scented water cascading all over his magnificent physique and up to the women's waists.
It became a competition as to which of them could hold the massive cock. Little cries of admiration kept escaping from their lips. His hands were driving them wild as he lingered on one fully ripened tit and then switched to another. For several minutes, they stood the fantastic teasing, but then Pauline was losing all control.
Robin, who had been expecting it, stopped fondling the magnificently built man beside her. Her hands went to Pauline, her fingers closing in on one of Pauline's huge, swollen tits, lifting and kneading it as Keith attended to the other. A moment later, unable to stand it any longer, Pauline had thrown herself on top of Keith, her legs flailing wildly as she tried to guide the thick column of cock into her aching, gulping hole.
"Aaagh… yes… God… oh… wow… yes!" she cried, ecstatic at the feel of the thick shaft of hot cock plunging up her cunt. "Good… God… Holy God!" Never had her cunt been forced to open so wide, and she squirmed her hips in a valiant effort to get all his prick inside. "Oh, it feels so wonderful," she gasped, unable to believe the sensational feelings now coursing through her body. She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders, leaving enough room so that both he and Robin could continue the heavenly massage of her raging tits. Then she gratefully rode the powerful cock, impaled on its full length, her cuntlips grasping at the stem as she began a powerful thrusting with her hips. "God, what a cock!" Her excited cries were a series of gasping pleas as Robin began to stroke along the straining spine, reaching under the plunging asscheeks and touching the flaring cunt. "Yes! Oh, my God, yes! Yes." Pauline began a more determined thrusting of her hips, the water lapping over the tiles and the massive head of the cock slamming against her cervix.
To Robin Birks, the scene was one almost too exciting to be true. Never had she seen a woman so enthusiastically enjoying cock. She doubted if Pauline Harper could be forcefully pulled away from that healthy big shaft which was undoubtedly reaching to the very end of Pauline's clutching cunt. She lowered her face and kissed Keith on the mouth. Only his face was above the surface and her chin was in the water as he sucked hungrily on her tongue. When she finally broke away from his mouth, she realized one huge tit was swinging near her face. She tenderly caught it, turning it outwards so that she could place the fully blossomed nipple in her mouth. A moment later and she was avidly munching on it, Pauline's startled cries adding even more excitement to the atmosphere around the bath.
Pauline was still eagerly thrusting on the massive cock when Keith Regan came. She gave a disappointed, almost pathetic little cry. But then her hips rammed furiously against his as the thick shaft began belching hot cum. "Jesus, Jesus!" she cried, flinging her head back so that her mane of chestnut-red hair was a tangled mass across her shoulders. "God, yes! Oh, God yes! What a fuck! What a… what a… fuck!" Her pubic bone hit his and she held it there, the huge cock shooting its load into her horny cunt, reducing her to a shivering mass of uncontrolled flesh as Robin released her tit. A moment later and she lay exhausted along the length of the magnificent male beneath her.
Robin Birks stared at the two bodies alongside hers. "My God, what a screw," she whispered, as if talking to herself. Her own cunt was twitching and gulping in the oily water as a mini-orgasm burst from her loins. She slipped her hand between their straining waists, her fingers moving down to where the enormous cock was still deeply imbedded in Pauline's pulsing snatch. He was still hard around the base of the stiff prick, and she murmured her approval as he shivered in response. "I told you she needed a good fuck." She gripped the base of his cock, but her fingers failed to fully encircle it. Then she withdrew hay hand and ran it along the length of the outstretched Pauline, settling on the beautifully rounded ass and squeezing it. A moment later she shivered as Keith's hand came out and settled on her pussy mound, his fingers scratching through the thick crop of blonde hair.
"You have a beautiful cunt," he managed to gasp as he fought for breath after the recent fucking. "Have you ever had it eaten?"
Robin Birks shivered in anticipation. "Once or twice." She widened her thighs and allowed his fingers to stroke along her soft, wet slit. "Would you like to feast on me for a while?"
"I'd love to."
She moved on her knees around his shoulder to the end of the tub. Then she moved over him, kneeling upright as his powerful hands guided her thighs. A moment later and his warm, delightfully pleasing tongue was pressing itself hungrily upwards through her puffy cuntlips, piercing into the fleshy softness of her hole and filling her with ecstatic joy.
Pauline Harper had recovered from the thorough fucking and was only now aware that the huge cock imbedded in her cunt had relaxed for several moments, only to begin hardening into an upthrust shaft once again. She raised herself on her arms, and now as she watched the ecstatic look creeping over Robin's face at the feel of the curled tongue in her cunt, Pauline began a gentle swaying movement over the throbbing prick, encouraging it and teasing it at the same time. In a matter of moments it was as strong as ever, reaching and straining inside her twat as if completely refreshed.
"Marvelous, darling. You know exactly what to do." Robin was beside herself with excitement as the thin but strong tongue explored all around her cunt. She stared down between her outthrust tits to where she could just make out his chin. It was moving in time to the penetrating little jabs of his tongue. Then her eyes took in the gentle movement of Pauline's shapely hips and she realized Pauline was once again enjoying the full strength of the massive dock. Her hands reached out to play with the other woman's tits. As they did, Pauline's face came closer and their mouths met.
For almost ten minutes, the two women kissed as their cunts were tormented by Keith. Never had either woman experienced such slow, erotic bliss. Their hands teased and fondled each other's blazing boobs, their tongues idly searching in the hot, wet chasms of each other's mouths. But always there was the piercing, the jabbing, the penetration of cock and tongue.
For Keith Regan, the experience was one he would never forget. He had enjoyed a lot of fucking in his time, but nothing to equal the sensational experience, with these two women. He couldn't get over his good fortune, and was still trying to figure out how he had come to be so lucky at that reception, when he was aware of the growing intensity in his powerful cock. The gentle movement around its full length as Pauline's hungry cunt wrapped itself around the long stem, was nothing short of excruciating. He thrust with his hips in an attempt to make her fuck. But always she kept on with the rhythmic swaying so that the walls of her cunt were constantly clasping his cock, drawing it and squeezing it as if wanting to suck it dry.
Pauline Harper was aware of the impending ejaculation as the big cock inside her snatch quivered ominously. She continued the same, methodical movement of her hips and thighs, drawing on the massive cock which was sending the most fantastic thrills coursing up and down her gulping cunt.
Robin Birks was aware that Keith was about to come by the startled darting of his wanton tongue. Up to now, it had been content to swish and wander all around her gushing cunt. Now, as she held her breath while still kissing Pauline's busily working mouth, she was aware of the teasing little tongue searching. A moment later and her body burst into flame as the lips closed in on her stiff little clit. Then, as the clit was expertly drawn out of its sheath and sprung delightedly through the sucking lips to be held and stabbed with lightning-like darts, she cried out ecstatically, flinging herself backwards but managing to keep her hot, quivering cunt securely imbedded over Keith's mouth. There she hung, half crying, half pleading as his mouth and tongue brought an exploding orgasm bunting from her cunt to cover his face.
Staring in fascination at Robin quivering in orgasm, Pauline was now only vaguely aware of her own growing climax. Her hips had begun the familiar thrashing as her cunt took in more cock. She flung her hands to the side of the tub, her chin now resting on the thrusting, flailing belly of Robin as the excited younger woman shuddered in the throes of her orgasm. A few seconds later and Pauline's hips were working like a well-oiled machine, driving up and down on the cock as it shot spurt after spurt of steaming jizz into her burning, exploding cunt.