It was a year later when Keith Regan married Pauline Harper. Scott and Robin Birks jokingly took credit for it, and Keith agreed he would never argue. The friendship between the two families and Keith just kept on growing, and even Pauline's business relationship with Keith never appeared to cause any problems with their love life.
"I screwed her in the office a couple of times," admitted Keith when they were all over at Pauline's house one night for a barbecue dinner, "but that was the only difference our business relationship made to our private lives."
"Of course, I haven't made a mistake yet in any of my business dealings," pointed out Pauline. "If I did, it might be a different story, and he might even have cut me off."
Just as she finished, Keith managed to grab the shapely redhead, forcing her across his knees as he sat in a deck chair by the pool, and proceeding to spank her beautiful asscheeks which were completely bare and separated only by the thin ribbon of the bikini brief.
Robin and Scott Birks watched the performance, streaks of excitement appearing suddenly in Robin's eyes. Once or twice she and Scott had fooled around with him chasing her and playfully spanking her when he had finally caught her. The fucking afterwards, she recalled had been nothing short of sensational.
"Let that be a lesson to you," grinned Keith Regan when he finally let the screaming Pauline recover. "They say a husband should spank his wife at least once a month, so I guess I may as well practice before we're married."
Pauline scowled at him and tenderly rubbed her ass. "Just wait," she said, suddenly grinning. "That'll cost you a fucking the next time you want one." She went over and sat on Scott's lap, her hand going to the front of his swim trunks and moving flatly over the fly. "You'll service me, won't you, darling?" she said, putting one arm around his neck and kissing him hotly on the mouth. "Yes," agreed Scott, his hand cupping one of her big, fabulous tits and almost easing it out of the confines of the bikini top. "So long as Keith doesn't threaten to cancel his contract with Condor Air Freight."
"Now that would be mixing business and pleasure too much," she grinned, kissing him again as her busy fingers showed signs of making his thick cock stir inside the trunks.
"You're getting more and more sexy all the time," grinned Scott. "Isn't Keith looking after you at all these days?"
"You know there'll always be enough left for you."
"Even after you're married and you get fucked every night."
It was Keith's turn to interrupt. "Who said anything about getting fucked every night?"
Pauline turned on Scott's lap and stared with disgust at Keith. "You'd better, after we're married," she said, trying to sound cross, though her hand on Scott's growing cock had brought the first delight waves of sexuality to settle in her cunt.
"You want a piece every day now, so I expect it every night then."
Keith held up his hands in despair. "You'd better move in with us, Scott," he grinned. "Maybe between the two of us we can keep her happy and satisfied."
"Looks as if I may be left wanting," said Robin, finishing the last of her drink and getting rid of the glass on the nearby table.
"Not while I'm around," laughed Keith.
Pauline shrugged her shoulders. "I give up. First you say you can't screw every night. Now you want that second wife around."
But Keith was looking serious. "That joking about canceling the contract with Condor reminds me," he said, puffing briefly on a cigar which had gone out. "I want to talk to you one day about setting up my own air carrier." He made a gesture with his hands. "I want some figures on buying a freighter aircraft and running costs. I must be paying enough now to Condor and other transportation companies to pay for my own organization."
Scott looked startled and forgot about Pauline's fingers stroking at his cock which was now upthrust and painfully confined in the crotch of his swim trunks. "I like that," he grinned. "You want me to work it all out so that you can take the biggest piece of business away from my company."
Pauline interrupted him by kissing him very deeply on the mouth. When their mouths parted, she held her face close, smiling at him. "Wait till you hear what Keith has on his mind."
Scott looked quizzically at Keith who had just winked at Robin, patting his knees as an invitation for her to join him. When she did and was comfortably supported by his strong arm, Keith said, "I'd be taking it away all right. But I'd want you to run it."
Scott gasped at the opportunity being offered to him. "Me?" he said, unable to fully comprehend the offer Keith was making.
Keith threw the cigar butt toward the ashtray and missed. He tightened his hold around the slender waist of Robin, his fingers sinking into the softly yielding flesh of the shapely young ex-stewardess. "You'd be my logical choice," he explained. Then he shook his head thoughtfully. "You know," he went on, "it's funny how people fail to realize why one man makes a lot of money and another doesn't. But one reason I've been fortunate is the fact that I never do anything myself which I know can be done by someone else better. When I went into the explorations business, I hired the best man I could find in the exploration field. He was with the biggest oil research company in California and I swiped him. When I found I had to buy millions of dollars worth of heavy equipment, I set up my own supply once I had found a man who knew all about it."
Scott nodded his head. "I see what you mean." Keith's offer was slowly coming to light in his brain. "You want to do your own hauling by air, and you want me to run it for you."
"You can't tell me the position of Vice President of Regan Exploration-Transportation Division, wouldn't interest you."
"Are you kidding?" Scott squeezed Pauline so that she yelped. She sank her face into his neck and playfully bit him.
Keith shook his head. "I've been talking it over with my advisors – and of course with Pauline. I'd be crazy not to move into that sphere, and if you want it, there's no one else I'd like to see get it."
"It sounds marvelous." Robin impulsively lifted her face while Keith kissed her, his hand automatically coming up to cup a high, round tit and squeeze it affectionately.
Scott just shook his head. "I'm stunned."
Keith laughed, but left his hand fondling the beautiful boob. "Think about it for a while. I'll be too busy getting waffled over the next few weeks. You and Robin give me a decision when I'm through screwing Pauline for a week on the yacht." They all grinned knowingly, but then he went on. "Talking of that yacht, how about us all going out for the day next Saturday or Sunday? We haven't had a good old foursome for ages."
It was Robin's turn to look disappointed. "Scott's flying East on Friday," she said dejectedly. "Wouldn't you know!"
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "That's too bad, but maybe Keith would take you anyway. It would be a chance to relax with Steve at camp." Donna was already away at a school for stewardesses in Florida.
"Sure, it's okay with me. I don't like screwing a guy's wife when he isn't there," he grinned, "but sometimes you have to do these things you don't like just to be sociable."
Robin ran her hand down into his crotch. "Just keep it hard for me, darling," she whispered. "Ooooh. Golly! Is it ever soft?" she asked, a serious expression on the pretty face.
"Not as long as you let me play with one of these," he grinned, nodding to where his hand had eased her tit from the thin triangle of bikini top. A moment later and he had lowered his face, his wet mouth sucking on the ripe, straining nipple as Robin threw back her head and giggled with delight.
The following Saturday, Captain Rodriguez was edging the big yacht away from the marina where Keith kept it berthed, the powerful engines subdued as he cautiously steered it through the throng of small boats in the bay.
Ling, the Chinese boy steward, served them drinks on the after deck as the captain sped up the engines. The youth gave Robin a bland smile for the first time, although she had been a visitor on the yacht on several occasions.
"I was going to invite another man along," said Keith suddenly as he watched Robin return the boy's smile. "Then I thought I'd better not."
Robin looked up at him, a funny look on her pretty face. "I'd prefer seeing him first," she said hesitantly. "Our special relationship isn't one I want to enjoy with everyone."
Pauline looked at the younger woman admiringly.
"I thought that was the way you felt," said Keith.
Robin sipped at the long drink. "It's funny, I suppose, but I have to know the man before I know his cock."
They all laughed until the steward reappeared, and Keith was asking him to install the canvas sides around the deck.
"Our guests may wish to sun themselves," he said as the youth went about the task. Then as the steward started to leave, Keith turned to Pauline and Robin. "May as well relax for an hour," he suggested. "I told Rod to head for the cove."
Pauline casually removed her bikini top and then the bottom, stretching out on an air mattress which wan already in place. A few moments later and Robin had joined her, the first startling wave of sensuality coursing through her veins is she stared through her dark glasses to where the tall Mexican was standing on the budge. His back was towards the two women, his white slacks making his swarthy skin above the slacks look darker than it was.
Keith, who was sitting in a deck chair followed Robin's eyes. "Do you fancy him?" he asked, a grin on his face as his eyes took in the upthrust round domes of her tits with the luscious fully budded nipples topping the sloping cones.
"Quite a hunk of man, I bet." She could see his white undershorts clearly outlined through the white slacks. He had strong, powerful-looking thighs which brought a sliver of excitement to settle in her cunt.
"Yes, I'd imagine he could certainly work you over."
The expression sent an erotic quiver through her tits so that she brought up her hands without thinking, running her fingers along the sensitive underside of each boob. "Have you ever watched him screw?"
Keith shook his head. "I've never asked him to. He's admired a lot of women onboard this vessel, of course, and I'd imagine he's had a difficult time on occasion lasting until he was back in port. Sometimes he must have given some woman on shore an awful rough time."
Robin smiled at the thought of it. "What do you think, Pauline? Does he appeal to you?"
"He always has, but I agree with Keith. Now that we're going to be married, I think I would have to pass if he was offered to me. After all, I may want to come on the yacht by myself, or with guests when Keith is away, and it could be embarrassing if he was expecting to screw me."
A little later, when Ling returned and served fresh drinks, Robin waited until the shy youth had disappeared through the galley door. "Now there's one who could really turn me on," she said thoughtfully, the memory of the boy's eyes raking over her nakedness bringing a fresh new streak of startling bliss to settle in her cunt.
"Really!" said Keith, his eyes falling to the grapefruit-shaped tits now that Robin was braced on her elbows while sipping at the drink. "It's certainly fun to tease him." One could practically see the boy's crotch swell as he served the drinks and took in as much of the beautiful female body as he could. "I doubt if he could even start to satisfy either of you."
Pauline gave a little laugh. "He could certainly try if he wanted to."
Robin joined in Pauline's laughter. "He could just wiggle that cute little ass of his as much as he wanted on top of me," she added, laughing again at the expression on Keith's face. "But I suppose he's a no-no, too."
"Not really," said Keith, surprising them. "He was an orphan boy, as a matter of fact. I think of him more as a son than an employee, whereas Rod, there, was hired for his ability as a seagoing captain. He knows the coast like no one else."
"Maybe we should try the boy on for size," grinned Pauline, nudging her elbow against Robin's arm.
At the cove, they swam naked around the yacht. Keith screwed them both, surprising even himself, the two women having hung from the safety line side by side while he playfully thrust several times into one and then the other. Even the cool water had failed to dampen his mounting desire, each fresh cunt making his prick harder, and he was more determined to screw at least one until she had reached the peak of a mountainous orgasm.
It had been Pauline first when she had flung her long legs around him, eventually managing to get her ankles locked to hold him in place. It was the fourth or fifth time he had thrust his big cock into her cunt, but not she couldn't wait. Any thought she may have had about the rule that guests come first was quickly forgotten. She hung on, her arms aching and her legs tightly around his waist and ass as his big cock reached and strained inside her twat. He had at least half of her tit in his mouth his tongue lashing and stabbing at the tormented nipple. Then, as he pulled himself tightly against her, his cock began belching and spuming out hot sperm into her oily cunt.
Robin had lost no time in sucking his dick back to life. It meant, for the most part, slipping her head and face under water, but the effect was new and different, making it more sexually exciting as she tried to fight for breath and chew and suck on the swollen head of his cock as it slowly came to life.
Her screwing had been more thorough and with a determined thrusting she had learned to recognize whenever Keith had fucked her. She waited, whimpering slightly as her orgasm mounted. He was a long time earning the second time, and she made a mental note to remember that, but then the big cock was thickening and throbbing and she followed Pauline's advice. Her knees came up to his waist, gripping him solidly as her legs were flung around and below his ass. The effect was to widen her thighs, allowing him to sink his fabulous cock into her snatch to the hilt. A few moments later and he was again belching hot sperm. The quantity was less, but the excitement just as good, and Robin cried out ecstatically as he proceeded to empty his heavy balls. Then, almost without thinking, she released her hold on the safety line so that they both sank intertwined to touch the soft, sandy bottom.
It was late when the captain finally hauled them up the little steps and helped them over the side. There was a bright moon shining, giving their bodies a golden-hued shade which was almost phosphorescent.
Keith went over to a rack of clean towels. He threw one at Ling, who was standing with his arms folded and taking in the scene. "Towel Mrs. Birks," he said almost gruffly, and nodding to where Robin was standing to one side. Then he threw one to the swarthy, bearded captain. "Rod, you do Mrs. Harper." Then, as an afterthought, and with a wide grin on his face, he added, "And don't forget she's going to be my wife."
Robin was trembling by the time the Chinese steward was standing before her. His eyes had never left her tits, which were boldly out thrust as if waiting to be sucked. He silently walked to a spot behind her.
Even then, she could not stop the trembling as the towel suddenly arrived near her shoulders and the boy's hands inside began to move downwards over her tingling spine. She looked to where the captain was vigorously drying Pauline, his big hand moving upwards over her lower leg, her knee and then smoothly up the tapering thighs. It was several minutes before she realized Ling was doing the same with her left leg and was now approaching her knee. She half turned to see him, the youth's slim back now crouched and his face but a few inches from the back of her thigh. A moment later and his wonderful hands were moving upwards over the shapely thighs, the coarse towel brushing at her cunt hair until be had carefully moved to wipe at the firm, round ass.
Keith Regan was drying himself and trying to watch the two industrious employees enjoy themselves. His own recent exertion had left him spent and useless, but he was reasonably sure the sexy little Robin could handle lots more cock. He watched the captain diligently towel Pauline, the scene bringing a welling warmth to his balls as he watched the man attend to the big, swollen tits with so much determination. Then he glanced at Robin, a little surprised to notice her trembling and the youth only toweling her ass. He couldn't wait, he decided, until the bay started on those tits.
By the time Ling was ready to start at the front, Robin was a little annoyed at herself. She was acting like a high-school girl at her first beach party. She tried to pull herself together, but only succeeded in bracing her shoulders and making her swollen, excited tits stand out all the more. She watched the boy hesitate, undecided where to start first. But then he suddenly crouched, the towel and his marvelous hands drying one foot and then the other. A moment later and he was moving up one, leg and she threw back her head to stare at the sky.
He brushed at her pussy hair with delicate smoothness, the towel parting her cuntlips as she unconsciously opened her thighs to give him room. Then the boy continued the gentle stroking at her cunt, his eyes fixed staringly up to where her firm, round tits hung.
Keith, who had walked over to view the performance himself, had a little grin around his mouth. "He's very thorough, isn't he, Robin?" He glanced at the captain, who was still toweling Pauline's tits, the expression on her face one of mounting sexuality.
"God, yes."
"Why don't you lie down on the mattress and let him finish you off properly?"
She brought her head down as the boy stood up. Her tits still gleamed in the moonlight from the seawater. "Are you excited?" she asked, her voice husky and full of lust.
A shiver ran through the thin frame of the youthful body. "Yes," he said, beside himself with lust as he stared at the beautiful tits which were in line with his eyes.
Keith laughed as Pauline and the captain joined them. "Why don't you find out for yourself, Robin?" he asked, the prospect of watching the boy get into the beautiful blonde restoring his own virility.
Robin reached forward as if in a daze, her fingers going to the white slacks the boy was wearing, and pulling down the zipper. "Yes," she murmured, grinning now that her previous trembling had suddenly disappeared and her fingers closed around the strong little cock, "you axe excited, aren't you?"
Ling choked back a sob as her delightful hand closed in around his dick. He glanced once at the captain, who was nodding his head enthusiastically. Then he glanced at Keith, trying to decide if his foster father was really on the level.
"Would you like to fuck me?" She unfastened the button at the top of the trousers and watched them fall at his feet. Then she let go of his cock and pushed at his shorts, the boy's hands joining hers in an effort to shed them faster. "Come," she said softly, taking his hand and leading him over to where the mattresses were still laid out on the deck. A moment later she wan watching his excited eyes as she stretched out gratefully and waited for him to mount her.
The other three had casually sauntered over to stand by the rail and watch the scene unfolding. Pauline was standing between the two men, aware of the nervous glances her tits were getting from the tall Mexican captain. She was tempted to encourage him to feel them, but she wasn't at all sure Keith would approve.
"Kneel here beside me." Robin talked as if in a dream world of her own, her hands going out to cuddle and play with the youth's genitals. She clutched the small balls, pulling on them so that the boy winced. Then she tried to press back the foreskin and bare the pink head it was hiding. The cock was dry, the foreskin stiff and unyielding.
"Here, move up beside me," she suggested, pulling on his balls and cock as he shuffled along on his knees. "I'll get him ready." She raised and turned her face, taking the stiff little prick into her mouth and washing it with her tongue, the boy going insane as the molten heat of her soft mouth and tongue completely enveloped his steaming cock. "There," she murmured, working the foreskin back and forth as the excited boy moaned and groaned with pleasure. "Have you ever fucked before?" she asked kindly.
He shook his head, his eyes staring at the golden-tanned tits which were reaching and straining so near to him.
Robin caught his stare and smiled. "You can touch them," she said, giving the youth a wide smile. "They won't bite."
He brought out both hands but held them hesitantly over the towering tits. He still expected this beautiful white woman or Mr. Regan to call a halt and leave him desperately near to ejaculation. His cock gave a jerk and a little spurt of thin precum.
"Yes, he is excited, isn't he." Robin found the little glob of juice and gathered it on her finger before touching it to her lips. Her tongue came out and gathered it in. "Sweet," she murmured, "beautifully fresh and sweet." His hands suddenly dropped over her blazing tits. "Nice and easy," she murmured, trying to slow the boy down. "Now you'd better start the fucking," she said softly. "He's almost ready to come."
A sigh went up as the boy awkwardly mounted her, the first stunning feel of her lusciously soft body beneath him bringing a welling, excited warmth to course up and down his cock.
"I'll help you," she said, reaching between their warm, silky bodies until she could again hold the slender cock. She pried it downwards over her pussy hair and under her pelvis, the boy trembling like a leaf until she finally had it in place. "There," she whispered as her own craving for cock mounted and she had put her hands on the slim hips above hers. "There you go, Ling, that's it. Yeeeees… Oh, my!"
The boy had hesitated once again, but then slowly and steadily the thin prong of cock entered her hot, oily hole, the sides of her cunt clasping at the intruding cylinder of hard cock as it eased itself up into her soothing, heavenly cunt. He gave an enormous shudder as his short cock stretched and strained, the base pressing furiously against the hard bone of her pelvis. But then all the waiting through the years caught up, and he frantically grabbed at her beautiful tits. A moment later, to choruses of approval from the spectators nearby, his slim young hips started lurching and humping so that the blazing little prick was hurtling in and out of her juicy twat.
To Robin Birks, the experience was not one of complete contentment, but she had never expected it really would be. She had a maternalistic feeling as she held Ling in place, his little cock prodding and probing her match as it tried in vain to satisfy her. She studied his face, which was a picture of impending excitement. Then she reached over his ass and into the gully between his thighs. A moment later and she tenderly held the little balls which were showing signs of swelling, warming them in her fingers as the boy sought to reach the peak of his excitement.
"That's it… wonderful," she gasped. "I thought you might like that." The slim prick was now fully extended and reaching and straining at the end of each thrust. "Good, very good," she murmured, widening her legs and no longer caring what the others thought. Then she folded her knees as she felt the little cock thicken. A moment later as the boy cried out in relief, she felt the first darting sliver of cum as it slammed against her cervix.
She waited until the boy had thrown himself wearily along her body, his face buried in one beautiful tit. Her hands roamed lazily over the length of his back, the youth shivering delightedly as she squeezed his young ass. Then very gently she kissed his head, a feeling of accomplishment having suddenly rippled through her excited body as the boy gave an enormous sigh and kissed the tip of her boob.
"Short and sweet," allowed Keith Regan philosophically. He was still debating whether or not to let his captain really work her over.
"He lasted very well," pointed out Pauline, her own desire having reached a pinnacle of lust as she had watched the boy screw Robin.
Robin gave an enormous sigh and kissed the boy again. "Something tells me I'm going to be looking for someone like Ling," she said, grinning up at the three fascinated faces staring down at her. "Scott has already promised a yacht – maybe not as big as this one – as soon as he accepts that new position Keith has offered him." She ran her hands once more over the smooth, youthful back of the boy.
"A captain will be harder to find," said Keith.
"Yes, but not as important to me," grinned Robin, shivering once more as the youth's cock showed the first signs of reviving in her clutching, hungry cunt.