Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

Her senses sizzled as her lusty excitement zoomed. Every nerve vibrated and her juicy cunt overflowed with her rich nectar. The horny

young wife was panting even as she gobbled up her husband's fuckmeat.

She opened her mouth wide and dropped her face all the way onto his prick. She sucked and licked on his cock, devouring the tasty treat, and thrilling to the way Paul shuddered in response

Then, suddenly and quite unexpectedly, his cock surged inside her sucking mouth. His mighty fuck pole shuddered just as a thick shower of his jism exploded from his pisser. Caught by surprise, Hope gasped just as the first spray of his load sprang against the back of her throat. She gulped involuntarily, swallowing his wad just as more of the foamy come slammed into her mouth. She clamped her lips around the fat base of his cock and sucked harder, milking his balls dry as his jizz choked her.

Her jaws ached from the work, but she loved the hot sensation of his thick spunk coating her tonsils. She gulped his load loudly and continued to fondle his balls as she drained them.

Then, too quickly, his heaving orgasm subsided and she managed only to slurp up drops of his salty-sweet spunk. She lapped at his cock, making sure she was getting all of it. Reluctantly, Hope finally freed his cock from her lips and rested her face on his upper thigh.

She licked her lips, savoring the residue of his come and catching some before it dripped from

the corners of her lush mouth. She groaned and stirred slightly. Her knees were up under her chest, her shapely, round ass up in the air. Her big tits grazed her husband's leg and only now did she experience her true frustration.

Her cunt was on fire, pulsing and tingling in overheated desire. Her hard little clit throbbed and her cuntwalls continued to vibrate as the slick coating of her nectar trickled down to her outer cuntlips.

Suddenly, she pushed herself up and attempted to mount her husband's prick. She straddled his thighs and planted her wet, hot pussy just above his wilting prick-knob. At the same time she gripped the base of his prick and tried to wedge his cockmeat into her hungry fuckhole.

"Hey, take it easy, hon," Paul said with a soft snicker. "You just got my rocks, remember?"

"I remember," she gasped, hurrying to stuff his prick into her pussy before it softened too much. "Now I need mine."

"Forget it, Hope," he whispered, squeezing her hips and shifting her off his crotch. "Maybe later."

Stunned and suddenly hurt, Hope rolled over beside him. She stared up at the ceiling for long seconds, feeling the powerful need clutch the

depth of her pussy passage and pulse out to every region of her body. She couldn't understand his rejection. Her mind raced, but her body refused to let her ignore the horny need engulfing her.

"What is it, Paul?" she finally whispered. "Tell me what's happening to us?"

"Nothing," he snapped, rolling over onto his side, his back to her. "Get some sleep. Tomorrow is your big day."

There, in his voice, she had the answer to what was bugging him. It hurt her like a bolt of lightning. Immediately she sat up and propped herself on an elbow. She reached over and touched his shoulder.

"Darling, don't be upset because I'm going back to work," she purred. "It's only part time. Besides, you know as well as I do that we aced the extra money."

"I know," he rasped, keeping his back to her. "You keep reminding"

"Shit, Paul, you know it isn't like that," she countered. "It's no crime for me to help out, at least until you get on with the insurance agency."

"Bullshit, Hope," he said, jerking the covers up over him. "They're jerking me around and we both know it. I'll be working in that damn garage the rest of my-life."

"That's bullshit!" she snapped. "We aren't giving up! And so what if you can't change jobs for a while? You think that matters to me? I fell in love with the best truck mechanic in town."

"Except we can't make it on a grease monkey's pay," he rasped with a bitter laugh.

"We'll do just fine."

"Yeah. As long as you go back to that damn real estate office and let fuckin' Dennis Andersen pinch your ass."

Paul jumped the bedcovers off and bolted from the bed. He stomped out of the room.

Hope started to follow him but stopped herself. What could she say? She knew nothing would convince her husband that she could handle Dennis Andersen's harmless flirtations. Sure, her ex-boss used to ask her out, and occasionally he made a pass, but not just at her.

Dennis was the typical hard prick who liked collecting stray pussy. There were a lot of guys like that, Hope knew. But convincing Paul that she wasn't going to fall for any of Andersen's lines was useless. Besides, Dennis had offered to take her back as much more than a receptionist. He had promised to train her to be an agent and to eventually help her pass the real estate license test. She and Paul could certainly use the extra money her part time job would

bring in, and she was determined to prove to Paul that it wouldn't hurt their young marriage. Surely, she kept telling herself, Paul would soon see how her income would ease the pressure on him. Surely, he would soon see the benefits.

Meanwhile, she could hear her husband in the kitchen, probably going after the last two beers in the fridge. She lay back on the bed with a heavy sigh. Soon she heard the sounds of the TV and she could picture her naked young husband guzzling beer and staring blankly at the screen. Obviously, it would be a while before he came back to bed.

Hope tried to shove all the unpleasant thoughts from her head. Accomplishing that, she was left with the lusty ache in her cunt and the rest of her sexy body. Automatically, she touched her huge tits and tweaked the rosy, stiff nipples. The pleasant sparks tickled her nerves and sent her senses into a spinning turmoil. Involuntary spasms rattled her cuntwalls and her puffy cunt flaps sizzled, demanding her attend on.

Within minutes she was in the bathroom, safe and private behind the locked door, and drilling two fingers up into her juicy, hot pussy. She rammed the digits in and out with a frenzy of activity, bringing herself closer and closer to a fast climax. Then, just as her cunt-muscles

flexed and the wild tremors roared throughout her fuckhole, she glimpsed herself in the bathroom mirror. Her whole lovely young body was trembling as she fought to stifle the automatic squeal that leaped through her throat.

She braced herself against the wall as her nectar washed down over her fingers and hand. Her pussy spasmed mightily, ringing her nerves from head to toe. And in that brief moment of total honesty that crept into her consciousness just before the ecstasy of her climax began to subside, she thought about Dennis Andersen and the womanly pride of knowing how she turned on another man.

All the confidence she had felt upon entering the offices of the Andersen Real Estate Agency vanished the instant the new young receptionist escorted her into Dennis Andersen's private office. Hope had felt especially confident dressed in her lemon-yellow silk blouse and off-white skirt. The slight leg-silt of her skirt showed just enough of her fabulous thighs to make male heads turn on the Street as she had marched to the office. Her white heels accented

her alluring appearance, but it was obviously her huge tits bulging inside her blouse that captured Dennis' instant attention.

He beamed a broad smile and stood behind his desk as she strolled into his office. It had been six months since they had last seen each other, and from his expression, that had been much too long. It had been on her wedding day that the two had last spoken, and now Hope remembered the scene all too well. A cold shiver rattled over her as she recalled the good-luck kiss he had given her while coyly rubbing an exploring hand over her plump, firm ass.