Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

Marlena's guttural gasps and squeals flowered into hoarse, bellowing cries as the young blonde eased her digit inside the tight, gripping shitchute. At the same time, the blonde's tongue continued spearing in and out of the older woman's pussy.

Hope's own pussy churned and convulsed automatically as she sucked Marlena's pussy and finger-fucked her asshole. If only that kid was still around, she thought. God, how she would love having a stiff prick nailing her own pussy from behind right now?

But the lewd thought quickly evaporated in the heat of the moment. Hope became consumed once again with Marlena's over-

whelmed reaction to the double-fucking she was getting. Additionally, the young blonde thrilled to her own lusty response. Her pussy, brimmed with cunt juice and her clit throbbed crazily. And just as Marlena squealed and convulsed through a thunderous orgasm, the blonde experienced her own marvelous climax. Her hot pussy shuddered and quaked and gushed a river of nectar even as she continued tongue-lashing the older woman's cunthole and fingering her slitter.

"Ooohhh, that's all," Marlena finally whimpered. "I can't take any more."

Hope rolled away and lay gasping for breath. She smiled as she gazed up at the ceiling and savored the pleasant afterglow of her own orgasm. Her lips and tongue ached, but she didn't mind. The sweet residue of Marlena's cunt juice on her mouth more than made up for the numb aching.

Following a few minutes of happy silence, Marlena sat up and grinned down on the young blonde. "I guess I should let you show me the house now," she said through a girlish snicker. "After all, my husband will want to know all about it."

Hope laughed. "I almost forgot why I was here," she said, getting to her feet and glancing around. "I haven't seen all of it myself."

"I wouldn't worry," Marlena said, casually slipping into her clothes. "You've sold me an the place." She flashed a wink at Hope. "I bet you'll have no trouble doing the same with my husband."

The next morning Hope couldn't keep the triumph out of her voice as she told Dennis Andersen she expected to deliver a signed contract on the house she had shown the day before.

"The wife loves the place," she told a skeptical Dennis as she slipped a couple of contracts into her briefcase. "I'm meeting the husband at ten. The wife is sure he'll like it.''

Dennis continued to appraise her through an

arched-brow expression. "Darling, liking a place and buying it are two different ball games," he said slowly. "I think maybe you're getting carried away. Besides, I've had that property listed for six months. Are you telling me you show the dump one time and the next day you move it?"

"What's wrong, Dennis?" she purred. "Didn't you hire me because you thought I'd be a natural at this game?"

He grinned. "All right, baby," he rasped. "Bring me back some good paper on that place, an I'll cat my words." His lips curled into a smirk as he eyed her curvaceous figure in her tight-fitting blouse and skirt. "I'll even eat something else."

Her spirits were high as she drove to the house. Everything she had told Dennis was true. Marlena had practically guaranteed her husband would approve of the house and agree to buy it. Now that would be some send-off for her new job! Two days on the job, and already moving a white elephant property! Dennis Andersen would have to take her seriously then. And Paul would have to be delighted when she showed him her commission check!

She was humming a merry tune as she parked in front of the house. She had to snicker as she remembered how much fun she had enjoyed

yesterday with both Marlena and the teenaged stud. This was becoming a dream job, and she couldn't wait to close the deal with Marlena's husband.

She spread listing sheets on the kitchen counter and had to smile again just recalling what had taken place the day before on that very countertop. She strolled into the living room and giggled aloud when she imagined whiffing the scent of the wild sex enjoyed so recently on the plush carpet.

When she heard the front door open, her heart leaped in sweet anticipation. She rushed to meet her clients with her prettiest smile.

She came face-to-face with a distinguished looking man of about forty. Marlena hadn't described her husband, but this man was amazingly close to what Hope had envisioned. He was trim and fit and looked well-to-do in a blue business suit. He was quite handsome in a rugged, masculine sort of way, and Hope felt an immediate response tingle in her pussy as she greeted him. With his well-groomed dark hair, alert brown eyes and firm, confident manner, he was what Hope liked in a man. She could easily picture him as Marlena's husband…

She introduced herself and allowed herself a fast scan of his body.

"Harry Robinson," he said, his eyes lingering

on the bulge of her tits pushing against the front of her blouse. "Marlena told me you were pretty, but she didn't tell me how much. This is a nice surprise."

Hope felt herself blush at his compliment. "Marlena didn't come with you, Mr. Robinson?" she asked, not revealing her slight disappointment. With Marlena present as she had expected, she figured she wouldn't be so nervous completing her first major transaction.

He shook his head and continued to look at her tits. Hope was used to this reaction from men she met for the first time, but she picked up a gleam in the man's eyes that vaguely unnerved her. Was it possible Marlena had told her husband about much more than the house? She wondered as an eerie shiver raced up her spine.

"She had another appointment," he said. "Besides, I don't think we need her, do you?"

She laughed nervously. "I suppose not, Mr. Robinson," she said.

"Call me Harry, honey," he said, stepping closer. "No point in being formal."

"All right. Harry," she said, her knees suddenly turning to rubber. She fought to control the sudden racing of her pulse and just as quickly realized that was impossible. "If you'll follow me, Harry, I'll show you the rest

of the house."

She walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom. All the while, she felt his eyes staring at her ass, and a strange mixture of excitement and panic gripped her. She was accustomed to being stared at with appreciation by most men, but with Marlena's husband it was different.

The sense that perhaps Marlena had told him about the sexy adventure of yesterday caused her uneasiness. He must think I'm a real slut, she told herself as her uneasy feeling grew stronger. Surely Marlena didn't tell him about yesterday! Surely! It wasn't the sort of thing a woman would tell her husband. Still, she knew people were very open these days about such things. Oh, God, what if he's here just to get what his wife got yesterday?

The wild worries and questions played through her mind as she automatically led him into the first two rooms. She spoke without thinking, going over the information about the house by pure memory and practice. Her pitch was down pat. And still he just gazed at her with hot, horny eyes.

"Well, Harry," she said before taking him through the rest of the house. "Any questions so far?"

He nodded and smirked. "Just one, Hope.

Why the fuck are you being so coy?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her worst fears coming true.

"Let's knock off the bullshit," he rasped stepping up to her and cupping her tits in his palms. He lifted them through her blouse as if weighing them while continuing to peer into her blue eyes. His smirk spread. "I thought Marlena was just trying to make me jealous. She told me all this wild stuff about you and, frankly, J thought she was making you up. I've got to hand it to that hat-cunt wife of mine. She sure knows a good thing when she finds it."