Keith Regan finished lighting a fresh cigar before stretching expansively. "Frankly, I never realized what I was missing before." He was sitting relaxed in his swim trunks beside Pauline Harper's swimming pool, his eyes taking in the slim, beautiful figure of Donna Birks as she stood poised on the diving board at the far end of the pool.
It had been three weeks since the eventful reception by Condor Air Freight which had led to his fantastic relationship with the thirty-five-year-old widow, and he still found it difficult to realize his good fortune. He had never felt fitter in his life, and he put it down to the increased exercising he had started, and the regular screwing he had been enjoying with Pauline.
"I told you a bachelor led an unnatural life," grinned Robin Birks as she lay outstretched on a chaise lounge, staring at the sky through enormous dark glasses. "Just like a virgin woman, and you see them all around. They look sort of prunish and dried out."
Scott Birks gave a short laugh and reached for his drink. "No fear of that happening to you, darling," he said, thoughtfully. "You like to be well greased all the time."
"Naturally," allowed Robin, turning her face and sticking out her tongue in her husband's direction. "Fortunately, you can take good care of me."
"Sometimes I wonder." Scott Birks watched Donna make a perfect dive into the clear waters below as Barry Harper took her place on the diving board.
Robin looked mischievously across to Keith Regan. "Anytime you have trouble, I'm sure Keith would help me out."
Keith blew a column of blue smoke to one side. "You're damned right," he said, grinning as he winked at Scott Birks. He still found it difficult to talk about screwing Robin with her husband right there. He had regretted a thousand times not having gotten his big thick cock into her beautiful cunt three weeks ago when she and Pauline had visited him. But the way she had so thoroughly enjoyed him eating at her cunt still brought a jolting streak of ecstasy to his balls. That and the way she had insisted on him satisfying her friend, Pauline.
Pauline Harper, who had been watching the two teenagers cavorting in the pool, was sitting next to Keith and she reached for his hand. She pulled it over to rest on her thigh. "You could, too," she said, smiling. This past month and a half with the Birks had been almost unbelievable, and if anyone had said she could change her morals and life style so completely, she would have thought them crazy. But then Keith Regan had appeared on the scene and it was as if the last barrier had vanished completely. She tried to remember how many times Keith had screwed her in three weeks. It must have been five times at least. Then she recalled Scott had serviced her twice and a shiver ran down her spine. As it did, Keith moved his hand teasingly along her thigh until his thumb was stroking her cuntlips.
"You two had better go inside," said Robin, keeping her voice low so that Barry and Donna wouldn't hear. "You'll get the kids excited, to say nothing about me."
"I think you're a little late worrying about that." Scott had watched Barry dive, Donna shrieking delightedly as she flung her hands down towards her crotch only to find herself hurled bodily upwards to fall backwards into the water. Then he got up and walked over to where Robin was sitting and sat down, slipping his arm around her waist. He kissed her, then got to his feet. "I'll get some fresh drinks," he said. Just then, however, Donna was wearily pulling herself over the side of the pool, her perfectly shaped tits hanging suspended for everyone to see. "She certainly is a very healthy little girl, isn't she?" Scott murmured thoughtfully.
Robin, who was the only one to hear his remark grinned. "Very," she said, stretching out once more along the chaise lounge.
A few minutes later, as Scott busily prepared the drinks, he was startled to find Donna standing beside him and toweling her hair. "Oh," he said, startled, "are you trying to scare an old guy to death?"
"You're not an old guy, Daddy," she said, laughing as he shivered when she put a wet, cool hand on the middle of his back. "I came to get some Cokes." She opened the refrigerator door with one hand, allowing the towel to fall to the floor, and managing to keep her hand on his back as she moved it, her fingers outspread in a circular motion.
A shudder went through him and he stopped trying to pry the stubborn ice cubes from the tray, turning his head to watch her reach down. As he did so, his eyes fell to where her twin jugs hung down inside the two flimsy triangles of thin cloth. "They're on the bottom shelf," he said, managing to keep his voice reasonably steady, although the fully blossomed nipples were clearly bulging like ripe berries against the wet, thin cloth of the skimpy bikini top. "Are you having a good time, darling?"
She straightened up and held up her face until he had kissed her. While they kissed, she had purposely opened her eyes and caught him examining her straining tits. She had thought he probably would, and she was pleased her nipples had been so prominently evident. Usually when her daddy had caught a glimpse of her tits, she had been unprepared and more like a little girl than a ripe and ready woman. "I'm having a great time," she replied, leaving her face up and close to his as her hand moved idly upwards to his powerful shoulders.
"Barry's very good to you."
"I told you boys on the West Coast were really something." She raised her arm to his shoulder and then around his neck as he started to kiss her again. The movement of her arm had made the bikini top bunch, opening it out so that her quivering young tits were even better displayed for his eager eyes. Tingling streaks of bliss coursed through her nipples as she watched him purposely prolong the kiss in order to examine her tits more thoroughly. When he finally had to break away, gasping a little for breath, she said, "Thank you, Daddy, for bringing us here." The look in his eyes was indescribable and just a little frightening. "Here! I'll help you mix those drinks," she said, laughing. "Or the ice cubes will be warmer than the liquor."
Just then Steve Birks came from upstairs. He had been industriously working on a plastic model. "Can I have a Coke, sis?" he asked.
Donna handed him both cans which she had been holding. "Give one to Barry," she said.
Steve skipped through the patio doors to where Barry was sitting beside his stepmother.
Meanwhile, Donna had slipped ice cubes into each glass and was watching her father measure out the liquor to follow. She found the tray, aware that her father's eyes were following the swaying motion of her young, firm ass. When he had placed each glass on the tray, she walked ahead of him and out onto the patio. Just knowing how easily she could arouse him had startled her, yet she found the feeling strangely erotic. It was like having a mysterious, hidden power. A moment later and she was staggered when Keith Regan reacted the same way, his eyes actually lighting up as she was leaning forward while he reached for the glass.
Later, when Scott and Keith were coaxing the barbecue into life and Donna had once again refilled their glasses, Keith held up his hands.
"Before I get more lightheaded," he said, grinning at the look on the women's faces, "I just want to say that I would like you all to spend Saturday and Sunday on my boat."
Pauline Harper looked at him affectionately. She had spent two marvelous afternoons on the big yacht during which Keith had given her the screwing of her life. Even the swarthy captain, who was Mexican or Spanish, and the boy steward who was an Oriental of some kind, had failed to dampen her enthusiasm, although she was never sure whether or not they had been aware of what was going on below deck. Both men had silently given her a knowing look when she and Keith had finally come on deck and stretched out to enjoy the sun.
"That's very nice of you," said Scott. "You didn't have to do that, you know, just because we wanted you here. Are you sure it won't be too much trouble?"
"Hell, no. I don't use it that much, and now I know why. You need people around you to enjoy yourself, and besides, I may as well get something out of that old tub. Its sure an expense keeping it."
"Wait till you see it," quipped Pauline, who couldn't wait to see the children's reaction. "It's not my idea of an old tub. I'd call it a big yacht."
The following Saturday, when they were all on board and had finished their admiring appraisal of the big yacht, Steve was delightedly perched on the flying bridge with Captain Rodriguez Cavalles, whom Keith had introduced as Rod. The tall, well-built Mexican was swarthy, as Pauline had described him, but the white knit shirt and matching slacks were impeccably spotless. His trim black beard gave him a virile appearance that immediately disturbed Robin, who found she couldn't take her eyes away from him. So much so that when she and Pauline appeared in their bikinis, ready to sunbathe, she was a little jealous that he appeared only to have eyes for Pauline. She assured herself it was only due to the fact that he had already met the voluptuous Pauline before, and she proceeded to make him notice her.
"Be sure and tell Steve if he gets in your way," she said, climbing up onto the bridge beside the captain, who was cautiously guiding the big yacht through a maze of other craft and jetties.
"I'll enjoy having him up here," he said, failing to even turn his head after she spoke.
"I just don't want him to get in your way."
The tan Mexican glanced at the boy and grinned. "He won't be in the way."
Robin gave up and joined the others on the after deck where the Chinese teen, whose name was Ling, had set little tables and chaise lounges.
"Your pleasure, Madame?" he asked as she chose one of the cots and proceeded to ease herself onto it.
"I'll have gin and tonic," she said, flashing him a smile as she realized he was taking her all in as she settled herself. For some mason he had brought back her confidence as an attractive woman.
Later on, however, her confidence was bolstered again as she caught Keith Regan openly admiring her. "A penny for your thoughts," she said, grinning back at him.
"I was thinking how grateful I should be for having met your husband." When Robin looked at him questioningly, he went on. "That allowed me to meet you, and that in turn led me to Pauline. I wouldn't be lying if I said I think you are two of the most attractive women I have ever met." He remembered Donna, who was sharing a large blanket with Barry just below the bridge. The teenagers were lying on their stomachs, their shoulders together and one hand entwined in the other's. "And of course that led to meeting Scott's daughter, a very beautiful young woman." Just the thought of the young girl was all he needed to make his cock stiffen fully inside his shorts, and he slowly crossed his legs. It was going to be a rather miserable two days with no opportunity to screw Pauline unless he could join her during the night when everyone else was asleep.
That evening, however, when the yacht was carefully anchored and they were all relaxing after a wonderful dinner consisting of lobster and everything else imaginable, followed by a choice of delicious wines, all beautifully served by the expert Ling, the soothing effects of the food and the evening seeped into each of them. The ship was in a cove, near the shore, which appeared to be uninhabited, a gentle lifting and falling of the tide making everyone sleepy and yet yearning for something else.
Around midnight, Keith Regan stretched and said, "Now's a perfect time for a swim."
Robin, who was still feeling the effects of too much wine, laughed. "Ideal place for skinny dipping," she allowed thoughtfully, her eyes staring at the shoreline which was just visible in the light from the stars.
Keith watched her admiringly. "No reason why you shouldn't."
It was Donna who sat up, startled out of her own reverie brought on by the three gasses of wine she should never have had. "You wouldn't, Robin!"
Robin turned and stared at her stepdaughter pensively. "I would if you would, Donna," she said, her voice soft and almost husky.
A silence fell around the group onboard as Donna nervously looked towards a door leading to the galley and from which were emanating the muffled conversation of the captain and Ling, as well as the rattle of dishes which were obviously being put away.
"I doubt if Rod or Ling would see anything they haven't seen before," laughed Keith, the pain in his balls almost unbearable at the thought of seeing the exquisite teenager completely naked.
"And I will if you and Robin do," added Pauline, the itching around the lips of her cunt unbearable now that there was a possibility Keith would fuck her. All along she had thought the possibility unlikely with so many onboard.
Robin got to her feet, swinging her long shapely legs off the chaise lounge. "I'll check on Steve," she said, deciding the boy must have fallen asleep on a bunk below deck. He had been exhausted after eating and the long, exciting trip down the coast. "Just make up your mind, Donna. You're a big girl now."
Donna watched Robin's cute round ass wiggle encouragingly as her stepmother headed for a door and disappeared through. Her tits were on fire at the thought of baring them for Keith and Barry to see. Then her eyes glanced quickly at her father and she almost fainted, the piercing streaks of ecstasy in her tits darting fleetingly like arrows to her crotch. She waited breathlessly for Robin's return, her mind stupidly going blank as the shapely Robin reappeared. A moment later, a choking sound escaping from her throat and she was staggering to her feet and facing Robin, a strange, faraway look on her face and her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps.
"There, there," said Robin, now standing before the shaking teenager. "You have to grow up sometime, don't you, dear?" Her arms had gone around the girl and were freeing the tie of the bikini top. "I don't know why you'd want to be so shy about showing them," she went on soothingly as the top finally came free and she was loosening the neck strap to pull the triangles away.
It was her father who sucked in his breath when Donna stood in nervous nakedness. The exquisite beauty of the teenager as she stood bathed in the starlight made the ache in his cock indescribable, and he stood up and pulled at the crotch of the restrictive shorts he was wearing. Even when Robin and Pauline dutifully followed Donna's lead, he still found himself hungrily staring at his daughter's out thrust cones with their dusky-tipped nipples perfectly centered on each tip.
Keith and Barry were just as fascinated, although Barry, now that the other two women were standing naked and laughing, found himself more and more drawn to the lush muff of red hair at his mother's beautiful cunt. His eyes traveled back and forth, for some reason examining each cunt and he couldn't figure out why. He put it down to the fact that he had never really seen a cunt before. Not when he could stare at it and get his fill without being embarrassed.
Robin and Scott started towards the side of the yacht, but Keith stopped them.
"I'm afraid I'll have to get Rod to put down the ladder and some safety lines," he said apologetically. "It's pretty deep even though we are near shore."
Donna shivered at the prospect of the bearded Mexican seeing her. When he did come and start arranging the steps and lines along the side of the boat, however, she was just a little disappointed that he seemed to fail to notice all the women were naked.
The three men plunged in first, the cool water reviving them after the hot sunning and the effects of the wine. They all playfully swam and frolicked around the boat, each finding some arousing way to touch and feel the shrieking women as they swam and floated beneath the starry skies.
Barry and Donna made a fast turn around the bow of the boat. They had been swimming side by side with Barry occasionally reaching out to touch Donna's back or ass or one of her beautiful tits. Now, as they swam in amongst the others on the shore side of the boat, he managed to catch her and run his fingers over her tight little cunt. She cried out excitedly, and tried to back away. As she did so, her luscious young body collided with another and, without thinking, she turned, her arms grabbing for the shoulders as she tried to get away from Barry.
It was several seconds before she realized her rescuer was her father, and by then it was too late. With an anguished, animal-like cry, she found herself clinging to him as he in turn hung from the safety line connected to the boat. A moment later and his thick, upthrust cock was nestling comfortably against the soft muscles of her belly and her hips were crushed against his, a terrifying jolt of ecstasy sweeping through her straining tits as they crushed themselves happily against his chest.
"Hey, you two! Watch it!" Pauline was staring, fascinated at the sight of a father and daughter clinging nakedly together.
"He's a lucky fella," grinned Keith Regan, the beautiful form of the young girl bringing another bursting spasm to his already aching balls. He caught at Robin who was starting towards Scott and Donna. He wrapped his arms around her lusciously cool body, his fingers finding the fabulous tits and squeezing them possessively. "Jesus, what a pair," he groaned as Robin instinctively reached down and cradled his balls in her hand. "I've been wanting to feel those for ages." He sank his chin into the crease of her neck as she tried to squirm away from his grasp.
"Why didn't you?" she asked, playfully moving her hand away from the powerful balls and clasping his massive cock. It was definitely the thickest prick it had ever been her good fortune to grasp. "God, but you're built," she murmured as her fingers moved down the heavy shaft and his cock stretched and strained.
Barry and his mother were excitedly watching both couples until Keith had managed to reach the safety line alongside Scott who was still hanging there, his daughter clinging to him as she gasped and fought for breath.
Barry unthinkingly took his place on the other side of Scott, his eyes focused on his playmate as he reached up to grasp the line, his other hand holding his mother's as she slowly and unconsciously moved in front of him. They both then watched Scott as he held his daughter in place with an arm around her waist. A moment later, without thinking, Pauline Harper had floated against her son, the first startling fed of his upthrust cock nudging against her pussy mound and sending a coursing shiver to streak up and down her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy!" Donna Birks' startled little cry brought a mounting wave of lust to his balls.
Robin had purposely allowed herself to be drawn against Keith Regan's majestic cock. She squirmed her hips against his, reveling in the sensational feeling of the reaching shaft now comfortably pressed against her belly. She was intently watching Scott and his daughter, the scene unfolding making her more excited than ever before. She reached out and took his arm from around Donna's waist. "Hang onto the rope with both hands," she suggested, shivering delightedly as he willingly complied. "There, Donna, darling," she went on, "now you can hang onto Scott more securely."
Donna quivered in response as she tightened her hold around her father's neck, the position making her young, eager body cling even closer to her father's powerful body.
Robin was now beside herself with growing anticipation. She slipped one hand down between her own writhing body and Keith's, finding the throbbing cock and pressing it down until it slid into the moist heat of her waiting cunt. Slowly and teasingly, she brought her hips back against his, the powerful shaft sliding easily upwards into her quivering cunt. "That's it," she whispered, her eyes taking in the growing sensuality of the young teenager. "Doesn't that feel wonderful?"
"Yes… yes, but…" Donna's mind refused to clear. In fact, it was more bewildered now than when she had finished the wine. She clung to her father's neck, the feel of his throbbing shaft sending wave after wave of unmitigated sexuality coursing through cunt and thighs. "God, Daddy."
Robin gave a teasing recoil with her hips before sinking Keith's burning prick deeper into her hole. Then, as if she were merely adjusting the girl's dress, Robin slipped her hand between the trembling Scott and shivering Donna, her hand finding the upthrust cock in all its glory. A few seconds later, as Donna half giggled and half cried with the delirious anticipation of it all, she felt her father's huge prick slide slowly and with devastating thoroughness inside her gulping, clutching cunt.
"Oh, no… no… Daddy!" Never had she believed her cunt could accommodate such a thick cock. She tried not to move, feeling guilty and very nervous. But then the magnificent feeling of the intruding cock entering her cunt filled her with a powerful desire to fuck. A moment later and she had hurriedly dropped one arm to encircle his waist and keep her straining young body in place. Then she began the methodical thrusting with her hips, a broken sigh of joy escaping through her quivering lips as she lunged excitedly against his stiff, unyielding body.
No one spoke as the young girl thrashed mercilessly against her father. All eyes were focused on the bobbing tits as they slammed and crushed themselves against his chest, her tight, shapely little ass causing wavelets to widen outwards as she industriously thrust to get more cock.
Robin's hand came out again to place itself carefully over the squirming young ass. "Nice and easy now. You're only supposed to have a taste of it. That's my cock, you know."
But Robin's words only spurred Donna on, and the young teenager began a series of lunging thrusts, impaling her twat on the throbbing prick which seemed to be reaching for her tits inside her raging body. She gave a broken sob and moved her hand from around his waist and over his hard round ass. As she did so, he spread his legs, allowing her inside his powerful thighs. "Yes. God, yes! Oh… God!" Then suddenly the cock was thickening, filling her cunt so that the sides were sucking at the shaft. A moment later and she cried out ecstatically as the gushing geyser of fuck juice filled her entire cunt. "God… oh, my God! What… a… what a fuck!" she screamed, flinging back her head as her young, pliable hips thrust ravenously against his, her eyes opening briefly to find herself staring up into the excited eyes of the captain and the steward.
For several minutes they hung there, gasping for air which seemed to elude them. But then both of them became aware of the excited things going on around them, and they stared, fascinated, first on one side where Keith and Robin were exploding in a sea of raging surf. She had her knees hanging over the older man's hips, her thighs urgently squeezing and grasping at his as his belching cock emptied itself inside her raging cunt.
As they finished, Pauline Harper shivered for the last time. Barry's cock had been childishly small after Keith's and Scott's. But then, almost in answer to a prayer, it had thickened perceptibly as the boy had dazedly watched the outstanding fuck of Donna and her father. Pauline had possessively held the boy in place, her hands around him and squeezing the firm young ass as the boy hung precariously from the safety line. A moment later, as Donna and Scott had finished and Keith and Robin had gone into the final thunder of their orgasm, Barry's young cock had valiantly stretched itself and thickened at the same time. That was when she had really gone to town, thrusting and writhing and drawing the darting jets of hot cum from the balls, a feeling of maternalistic pride bunting in her tits as the stiff little prick quivered under the tumult of her own bursting orgasm.