Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

He embraced her tentatively, awkwardly. And from his lukewarm response, it was obvious he wasn't in the best of moods. But finally, the allure of her sexy body sparked his half-hearted reaction. He moaned softly and she

felt his cock stir against her through his pants. "I've got your favorite, honey," she whispered, nibbling on his chin and roaming her hands over his back and manly ass. "I am still your favorite, aren't I?"

He chuckled softly and placed his hands on her firm, round asscheeks. He squeezed the succulent flesh through her thin gown.

"Always, baby," he rasped. "Why the sexy outfit?"

"Just a little celebration," she said, rubbing her crotch against his bulging pants fly.

"What are we celebrating? Your job?"

She heard the bitterness in his tone, but kept her sexy smile in place. "I'd like to celebrate having you," she purred.

A slow smile spread across Paul's lips. "I'm not changing my feelings, you know," he said, the hint of a warning in his voice. "It's just that you look good enough to eat."

She giggled, as much from relief as from surging excitement. Paul would be all right, she decided. "Mmmmmmm, I've got steak for you to eat," she cooed. "Why don't you just fuck me first."

"Okay, lady," he snapped, giving her ass a playful slap. "You're just full of good ideas today."

This time he kissed her hard and plunged his

tongue between her lips. She sucked eagerly on bid tongue and moaned as she melted against him. She shuddered with lusty delight as Paul massaged her ass through her gown. When he ducked down to mouth her tits through the thin material, she squealed happily and anxiously started unbuckling his belt.

Seconds later his pants were down around his ankles and his stiff cock was tenting the front of his shorts like some monster baseball bat.

"Race you to the bedroom?" she whispered, grabbing his huge cock.

He shook his head and smirked. "No. Right here. Right now."

He eased her back against the kitchen table so that her back was pressed against the tabletop and her legs were dangling over the edge. Paul moved in right between her spread legs and bunched up the lacy hem of her gown. He pushed it up to her waist, exposing her luscious, blonde-covered pussy. His eyes gleamed with open lust as he viewed his young wife's lovely body. His giant cock began throbbing mightily through his shorts, creating a lewd display that added greatly to Hope's excitement.

"Fuck me, honey!" she pleaded in a soft whine. "Fuck my pussy good, baby. Oh, I love you and your big cock so much! Fuck my little pussy. Never stop fucking me, darling."

Paul grinned as he pulled down his shorts without taking his horny eyes off of her. He licked his lips as he gazed at her juicy pussy and his cock, now free of his shorts, loomed big and thick like an enormous live snake. His meaty balls appeared tight and jizz-packed, hugging the hairy root of his massive fuck shaft.

"I think you missed me today," he rasped, beaming with pride. "Yep, I think my horny little wife has got the hots for me all over again."

"I never stopped having the hots for you, honey," she whispered, writhing on the table, desperate to have his mammoth prick slice into her pussy. "Give it to me, Paul. Please, lover! Fuck me with your big, hard cock! Fuck my pussy till I scream!"

He inched closer and stabbed his engorged cockhead against the mush membranes of her cunt, teasing her cuntslit and poking at the entrance of her fuckhole. Hope groaned and twitched her hips. She humped short little desperate jabs of her pussy at his teasing cockhead, and soon bellowed her horny frustration.

"You're torturing me, Paul!" she shrieked.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, honey! Fuck my pussy now!"

"Beg me some more," he retorted, his voice tight and hoarse.

"Please!" she wailed, humping vigorously now, trying to impale herself on his bloated cockknob. "I need your prick, honey! I need it in my pussy! Don't do this to me, darling! Please, give me what I need!"

For several more seconds, Paul tortured his wife's pussy by poking the tip-end of his prickknob against the slick tissues of her inner cuntlips. He built up her frustration until his own knees trembled and his cock heaved with the urge to plow to the hilt into her creamy fuckhole.

Then, without warning, he grabbed her thighs, ripped open her legs and hammered his huge prick straight into the welcoming core of her pussy. He drove his cock all the way into her in one mighty stroke, making both of them gasp and grunt at the same time. Their bodies slammed together, his balls banging into her upturned ass and his cockhead, aided by her position on the table, knifed into her womb.

He wasted no time whipping his cock out, then drilling it back into her cunthole. His fucking gathered speed immediately, and Hope bellowed shrill cries of pure joy as her husband's enormous cockmeat stretched and blistered her overheated pussy.

She moved frantically to match the fast rhythm of his pumping cock. She squirmed on

the tabletop and humped her cunt up to meet the fierce, urgent strokes. Their bodies slammed together and their cries mingled, drowning out each other's hoarse, guttural wails. Her big tits jiggled and bounced as he pounded her pussy, and she was soon overwhelmed by the blazing sensations that consumed her pussy.

"This is what you want!" Paul hissed, the words labored by his gasping breath. "You just want my big cock, don't you! You want me to be your personal stud! Well, baby, I'll give you more than you've bargained for! I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you and make you love it!"

"Yes, ooohhhh, yyyeeesss!" she shrieked, humping wildly beneath him.

She whipped her legs around his legs, clinging to him while he banged his in and out of her convulsing pussy passage.

"Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" she yelled uncontrollably.

She came so abruptly and violently that she feared the vibrations would knock her off the table. In the same instant, she experienced a rifle-like shot of such pure sensation that nothing else mattered. Her pussy belched her nectar, soaking his prick.

She wailed as her cuntwalls flexed and spasmed. She felt her cunt muscles squeeze around her husband's giant prick-stalk, and she

rolled her lovely head from side to side on the kitchen table as the pleasure scaled higher and higher. Her entire body trembled and convulsed, and the intensity of her climax almost frightened her. She hadn't realized how badly she had needed this savage fucking from her monster cocked stud of a husband.

Just when she thought she couldn't experience more pleasure, Paul fell forward and buried his face against her cushiony tits. He sucked her tender tit flesh into his mouth and chewed roughly on her nipple. She squealed again and again as the delight engulfed her flashes of ecstasy consumed her, and Hope screamed out her pleasure.

Meanwhile, her greedy cunt clamped around his drilling fuckmeat. A snug glove sheathed his pounding cock as her cunt cavity molded to his mammoth fuck pole. Her cuntwalls massaged and milked at his driving cock and she squealed anew as she felt his hairy balls tighten against her ass.

She locked her ankles against his ass as another orgasm shot through her pussy. This time her climax seemed to draw his own jism right out of his balls. He grunted and mouthed her wits just as his prick gushed a fiery rope of spunk straight into her womb.

It was much later, after they had enjoyed a

leisurely dinner and had shared an exciting shower that Hope was sprawled across their king-sized bed, her lovely long legs wide open and her husband's face glued to her juicy cunt. His tongue swiped up and down her cuntslit, delighting the pulpy folds of her cunt crevice and sending wild shudders to every part of her body.

She moaned with pleasure and absently licked her lips as she savored the ecstasy of Paul's active tongue. She could still taste the salty residue of his spunk on her own tongue and that added to her wanton thrill. She had sucked him off in the shower, and now her reward was being fulfilled.