Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

She arched her back automatically and shrieked as his fuck-meat cut into her. Because of the backward angle of his penetration, her clit received unique friction, and the sensation drove her wild.

With a grunt and another jerk of his hips, Paul skewered the rest of his cockshaft into her pussy. His balls slapped against the backs of her thighs, and they both howled out their ecstasy.

Hope moaned guttural whines as her pussy muscles flexed around the imbedded fuck pole. Her creamy cuntwalls spasmed and clutched at her husband's prick, massaging it's total length and milking at it. At the same time, the lusty young blonde wife thrilled to the erotic pleasure sweeping her. Her cock-clogged fuckhole radiated the white-heat of pure sensation until her entire body shuddered and quaked from the ecstasy.

Then Paul slowly withdrew his prick, only to hammer it back into her to the hilt. She gasped as his cock hit bottom, but she was eager and prepared. She met the, full thrust of his fuck stroke by ramming herself backward at the critical moment. Her pussy met his prick and their bodies collided.

Soon the horny couple developed a furious pace to their dog-style fucking. Hope rocked to and fro on her hands and knees, giving as good as she got. Impaling her pussy on his rigid cockmeat sent shock waves of pleasure through her nerves, making her senses spin in a heady turmoil. Pure lust engulfed her, and the sexy blonde felt the rumblings of a thunderous orgasm building in the core of her cunthole.

Her big tits flopped as she rocked in her lewd position. Her wet pussy made lewd sounds, as Paul fucked her, and the erotic, passion fires

blazed throughout her cunt. Additionally, the way Paul was fucking her with downward, deep thrusts, caused his prick to slice well into her womb and made the sexy blonde howl with each fuck stroke.

Tremors jarred her, and her cries became guttural wails. The blistering heat raging inside her cunt burned through to her asshole just as Paul jabbed a finger inside her tight, buttery asschute. And that did it!

She started to come, her orgasm jolting through her pussy and spinning every nerve in her body. She sobbed as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. She toppled forward, her arms giving way and she caught herself with her elbows just before crashing face-down on the kitchen floor.

At the same time her hips and ass lifted even higher as she squirmed and churned them in instinctive circles. Her shuddering pussy muscles squeezed around Paul's prickmeat, the oily grip biting into his cockflesh, securing the thick boner in its furnace-like, quaking sleeve.

Hope yelled and thrashed beneath him as the intensity of her climax increased. Her cuntwalls shook violently as her clear, slick nectar gushed out, coating his imbedded prick and even soaking his bloated balls. And still he hammered his cock in and out of her sputtering pussy from

behind.

He fell forward, laying his chest across her back as he reached under her to grasp her tits. He squeezed and caressed her huge, plump tits while corkscrewing his cock in and out of her cunthole.

His fat, engorged prick-knob plugged her womb, and she knew at any second his jism would splatter into her cunt cavern. Hissing now in animal-like groans and squeals, Hope swished her hips while jerking her ass up and down with her pussy clamped tight on his prick. And suddenly he was grunting as his cock surged in her depths.

His thick, pulpy jizz shot into her womb, setting off another spasming series of convulsions that vibrated her cunt. Husband and wife yelled as she toppled under his weight and they rolled together on the kitchen floor.

He squeezed her tits as they rolled, their bodies jerking and twitching as the sensations nipped at their nerves. Their bodies remained joined, sealed and locked by their passion for each other.

When they finally stopped, they were resting on their sides, his cock still planted firmly inside her squeezing pussy and his hands still clutching her luscious tits. For Hope it was the most peaceful of embraces, and she savored the

glorious moments of this special intimacy with her husband.

And then she remembered the surprise he had mentioned. She twisted slightly, squirming against him and letting her cuntal muscles ripple against his trapped cock.

"Now can you tell me about this great surprise?" she asked.

"It's perfect, baby," he said, his excitement ringing in his husky tone. "I met this woman who runs a real estate agency. She thinks I'd be a perfect agent, and she's willing to train me for the realtor's test."

Hope propped herself up on an elbow. "Why did she single you out?" she asked, her pulse quickening and an eerie excitement tingling her guts. "Was she recruiting every guy in the store?"

"Cute," he snapped. "No. She and I started talking and I told her about you and how you'd just quit a part time job with an agency. She suggested you and I work for her agency as a team." He glanced at his wife. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," Hope said as casually as possible. "What's her name, Paul?"

"Shit, I've got her card in my shirt pocket," he said. "But I think it's Marlene or Marlena Robinson. Something like that. Hey, what's

with you? You're acting weird. II can't tell if you're laughing or crying."

"Well, I guess I'm doing a little of both," she said, snuggling back against her husband and excited by more than just the squeeze of her moistening pussy on his imbedded prick.