Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

Dennis grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled them on. He dressed quickly, then lingered at the doorway when Hope slowly sat

up. "See you back at the office," he said to her with a dazzling smile and another wink.

Harry took her arm and helped her to her feet. She faced his charming smile. "Marlena and I will both be waiting for you at our office, honey," he said softly, giving her nipple a parting tweak of affection.

Now alone and dressing, Hope knew both men would be disappointed.

"You can't quit just like that!" Dennis thundered through the phone. "I'll… fuck, I'll tell your old man how you've been whoring yourself out since coming to work here! I'll tell him that I caught you and fired you!"

Hope sighed and fought the fear she felt from his dangerous threats. She forced herself to stay calm. She squeezed the receiver.

"Do what you have to do, Dennis," she finally said softly before hanging up.

She stared at her kitchen phone for several seconds, afraid that it would ring again and she'd hear more wild threats from Dennis, or more cooing, seductive whispers from Marlena. Since she had informed the owners of both real estate agencies yesterday of her decision to no longer work, her phone had been ringing hourly.

Dennis, Harry and Marlena had been trying to change her mind, while also pitching their own agencies as the best place for her to resume her part time career. The promises and the threats had become increasingly desperate from the three of them.

Hope turned away from the phone and busied herself fixing more coffee. It was mid-morning and as she sat at the dinette and sipped coffee, she realized how anxious she was to get back into her housecleaning routine. It had taken just a few days for her to realize how much she missed taking care of the house for Paul and to be home when he got there with good meals prepared for him. It was her husband that she wanted to devote herself to. She loved him and the fear of destroying their marriage had been the key motivation behind her sudden decision to quit her job.

Of course other reasons influenced her decision. As she finished her coffee, she reflected how easily she had been lured into

wanton sex during her short tenure with Dennis. It frightened her to know how readily she let herself be used by the people she met. But what had bothered her most was her response to the wild fucking and even to the lewd lesbian encounter with Marlena Robinson.

A slight tremor shuddered through her now as she recalled that wild scene. Disturbingly, she felt her pussy moisten and her nipples tingle into stiffness as the lewd images flashed through her mind.

She pushed away from the table and retrieved the vacuum cleaner from the hall closet. Getting to the household chores would, she decided, make those disturbing thoughts vanish.

When the doorbell rang thirty minutes later, she was well into her vacuuming, but still maddeningly engrossed in those wickedly lewd thoughts. She tried to ignore the horny twitching in her cunt as she went to answer the door.

She opened the front door and gasped softly upon seeing a good-looking, athletic-type guy of about her own age standing on the porch. He had curly blond hair, a sun-tanned face with even, masculine features and a bright, friendly smile. Instinctively, Hope's pussy throbbed in animal-kb response to the handsome surprise visitor.

"Pardon me, but I'm Joe Daley," the young

man said. "I moved in down the Street earlier this week."

"Yes?" Hope said, her heart pounding as lusty excitement swelled inside her.

"I wanted to borrow a cup of sugar, now that we're neighbors," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he made a subtle glimpse of her alluring body.

Hope smiled as a light blush colored her face. Suddenly, she was self-consciously aware of her skimpy attire. She was wearing a simple white shirt, the front flaps knotted beneath the ample swell of her braless tits, revealing her flat belly. White shorts hugged her curvaceous hips and ass while revealing her long, tapered legs. Under his hot gaze, she felt both flattered and a little uneasy. He was practically raping her with his eyes.

"A cup of sugar?" she repeated, her smile broadening. "But I don't see a measuring cup. Do you want me to furnish that too?"

He chuckled as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "Yeah, well, I might as well admit it," he said, ducking his head. "I really wanted an excuse to meet you. I've seen you going off to work in the mornings, and today when you didn't leave I wondered if you were sick, or something."

The knowing smile lingered on Hope's face

and she used this opportunity to check out his body. When her eyes reached the bulge in front of his slacks, her pussylips quivered once again. Wanton impulses surged throughout her body, and she quickly gave up trying to suppress than.

She stepped away from the doorway and silently beckoned him inside. When he stepped over the threshold, she closed and locked the door behind them.

"Why were you so anxious to meet me?" she asked softly.

His eyes riveted on her tits. "Are you kidding?" he rasped, stepping up to her. "I'm just a sucker for anything built like you."

Excitement pounded her and the hammering of her heart filled her ears. "You like my tits, don't you?" she whispered.

"What do you think?" he said, covering her quivering tit mounds with his hands and lightly squeezing the firm, huge tits through her shirt. He fondled her tits gently as Hope moaned. She leaned her head back against the door and arched up against his caressing hands.

"That's nice," she purred. "I love having my tits played with by a gentle, strong man.

"I bet they taste as good as they look," he rasped.

"Why don't you find out?" she sighed.

He unbuttoned her shirt and carefully peeled

back the folds to expose her huge tits. He gazed at the ripe, round tit-globes before lowering his mouth to one stiff nipple. He squeezed it between his lips, making Hope groan a guttural little squeal. He started nipping at the tender tit bud, using his lips, teeth and tongue to arouse her nipple into a stiff, rubbery dart.

"Ooohhh, yes, I love that," she cooed. "Suck all of my tit. Oh, please, suck it all into your mouth."

Hope's hands fluttered up over his hips, then around to his slim ass. She squeezed his manly asscheeks through his slacks and moaned as he sucked as much of her tit-melon as possible into his hot mouth.

Moments later he moved his mouth to the deep valley between her tits and licked the satiny crevice as she trembled with passion. He then went to her other tit and sucked it gently. He roamed his hands over her round ass and her thighs as he sucked and chewed on her tits. He moved from one tit to the other, licking and sucking and gently biting until Hope was going wild, panting and nudging his crotch with her knee as she writhed against him.

He hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her shorts and unbuttoned them without taking his hungry mouth off her tits.

"Yes, yyeeessss, Joe," she crooned. "Strip

me and fuck me! Give me your cock, Joe! Fuck me, please!"

She clung to him as he jerked her shorts and panties down over her hips. She rubbed her knees together and wiggled her hips, helping as her shorts fell around her ankles. Impatiently, she stepped out of her shafts and panties and melted into his embrace, now wearing only her unbuttoned shirt.

He wedged a hand between her legs and brushed his fingers across her cunt-muff. Hope trembled as her lust accelerated. She groaned and panted as she squirmed against him. She clutched at his broad, strong shoulders, then squealed a soft little sob of pure pleasure then he poked a finger up into her sloppy-wet cunt socket.