Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

All sorts of explanations raced through her

mind as she pulled weeds in the flowerbeds at the back of the house. And most of the thoughts were frightening. Still, she kept telling herself that Paul was a good driver, level-headed and certainly not inclined to wander off to a bar. She even thought perhaps he had a woman stashed somewhere and that would explain his long absence.

But she had to chuckle at that notion. Nat Paul, she told herself. Her husband wasn't the type. Oh, he was good-looking enough and had plenty going for himself. After all, she had fallen in love with him, hadn't she? She had decided against her part time job and all the wild, sexy adventures that went with it because she valued her marriage, hadn't she?

Finally, her concentration totally lost on the yard work, the sexy blonde wife went into the house, washed her hands and wondered what she could do now to pass the time. She surveyed her sweat-streaked looks in the dressing table mirror and decided to take a shower. She was partially undressed when she heard Paul come in the house.

She went running from the bedroom to him. She was naked from the waist up, her big tits bouncing provocatively when she met her husband in the kitchen.

"Hey, this is some welcoming!" Paul said

happily, a wolfish grin spreading his lips as he braced himself against his wife's embrace.

"Oh, Paul, I was getting worried," she gasped, squeezing against him. "What took so long?"

"I have a surprise for you," he said mysteriously, winking as he pushed her back just enough to gaze appreciatively at her well shaped, enormous tits. "I'll tell you later. But, shit, seeing you like this makes me realize I should duck out more often. The homecomings are terrific!"

"Don't get cute, darling," she purred with a smirk. "Besides, now you have me curious. Tell me the surprise now." She flashed a coy grin. "If you love me, you'll tell me now."

He shook his head and reached for her. "Later. I got something even better to do right now."

She giggled as he roughly pressed his face against her naked tits. His day's-growth of beard scratched the velvety flesh of her tit melons, and Hope instantly thrilled to the feeling.

"Paul baby, let me take a shower first," she cooed, through her girlish giggling. "I'm all sweaty. I want to be squeaky clean for you."

"I want you just like this," he husked, lapping at her succulent nipple with his tongue. "I

dig the natural smell of you sometimes. It reminds me what a bitch-in-heat I have for a wife. Makes me horny."

"Mmmmm, well, in that case-" she whispered, savoring the tingling pleasure of his active tongue on her nipples.

She groaned deeply and shuddered as her husband licked and nipped at her tits. Horny shivers quivered through her body, and the hot, young blonde sighed as her arousal soared. She ran her fingers down his back as he bobbed his head from one tit to the other, servicing her luscious tits with his hungry mouth.

When he sucked one of her tit-globes fully into his mouth. Hope moaned a guttural whine. Her pussy trembled and moistened, and suddenly she was anxious to strip off her tight white shorts and let him fuck her.

Paul moaned as he feasted on his wife's big tits. His hands went to her shorts and he eagerly worked to unsnap them. Meanwhile, Hope began to feel for his throbbing cock pushing against his pants fly. Gasping, groaning, the young couple embraced and caressed each other, using their hands and their lips to whip up the arousal surging through them.

Her nipples jutted like stiff berries as Paul kissed them before stepping back and quickly stripping off his shoes and slacks. Hope did the

rest as she tugged down his shorts and anxiously caressed his bone-stiff prick.

She sank to her knees and worked her tongue around the bloated sphere of his prick-knob. She groaned as she tongued his cockhead, and was thrilled as he reached down to cup her tits. He squeezed her firm titflesh as she closed her lips over his prickhead. She sucked gently and felt her husband shudder as the pleasure raced over him.

She squeezed her lips tighter around his fuckmeat, then pushed her face, forward. Her lips rubbed down the length of his prick, pulling back the skin and making her hot mouth fit around his cock just like a tight pussy.

She didn't stop her maneuver until she had engulfed every inch of his cockstalk. Her lips finally touched his bristled cockhair at the base of his fuckmeat and waves of erotic excitement swept through her. She loved holding his cock inside her mouth. She wiggled her tongue as much as possible, tickling the tender, underside of his cockmeat. She was thrilled as her horny husband moaned and squirmed on his feet.

She fondled his balls as she started rocking her head back and forth, gliding her lips up and down his stiff cockflesh. She pumped his prick with her mouth and gathered up speed as she sucked him off. And all the while, Paul grunted

and groaned with delight.

He could no longer just stand there as his lovely wife serviced his prick with her hot, wet mouth. He bucked his hips and rammed his cock against her throat, fucking into her mouth with increasingly rapid strokes. His plunging cock glided between her moist lips, and his hoarse groans sounded deeper and deeper as Hope expertly massaged his balls.

The lusty young blonde wife loved the way her handsome husband fucked her mouth. Quickly, he was working himself into a frenzy of fuck-thrusts. His pile-driving cock ignited Hope's own passion, and her pussy quivered with greater intensity as the seconds passed.

Then suddenly, as his cock lurched, he surprised her by forcing his prick from her mouth. Panting and gasping, Paul winked down at her. His prick, glistening with her spit and wobbling lewdly like an attacking snake, jutted from his groin with a cockknob bloated to the limit.

"I'm about to come!" he exclaimed, grinning.

"Mmmmm, I know," she breathed, licking her lips. "I can't wait to drink your load. Give it to me, Paul. I love it!"

He shook his head. "I've got a better idea," he rasped, moving behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder, her long,

blonde hair flying across her lovely face. She grinned.

"Maybe we should get more comfortable. Come on, darling. I'll race you to the bedroom.

"No," he snapped, grabbing her before she could stand. "I want you right here. On the floor. On your hands and knees."

She gasped and squealed a startled cry as he roughly jerked her shorts and panties down below her knees. Then, he pushed her forward so that she was on all fours, her lovely ass up in the air and her huge tits dangling down, swaying inches above the kitchen floor.

"Oooohhh, Paul," she crooned, glancing again over her shoulder at him. "What are you going to do?"

He snickered as she felt his hands sliding provocatively over her asscheeks, letting his fingers edge along her crack. His caresses sent thrilling chills through her body, and her wet, hot pussy convulsed in sweet anticipation. Her tits throbbed and ached with fresh desire and horny need. She panted.

"I'm going to dog-fuck you," he rasped, his fingers digging into her assflesh. "Just the way you like it, honey. Nice and deep. Hard and fast. I'm going to fuck your sweet little pussy from the rear until you can't take it anymore."

"Ooooohhh, Paul!" she cooed, squirming as she rocked back and forth in a gentle sway on her hands and knees. "Oooohhh, baby, you're so good to me."

Her heart thudded with shameful excitement as she felt her husband's fingers skate around her puckered asshole. She rocked backward and brushed against his throbbing prick. A new set of tingling sensations rushed through her. His spongy, saliva-soaked cockhead nudged her flesh and she trembled with raw excitement.

She shivered as he directed his prick-knob up between her legs from behind. She gasped as he poked at her cunt, teasing her hairy, puffy cunt flaps. She felt him tremble, caught up in his own desire. And then, without more delay, Paul rammed his cockhead forward, drilling it into her pussy passage. He jerked his hips and hammered his prick halfway into her clutching fuckhole from behind.