Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

Hope managed a weak smile and nodded politely. "Hello," she said. "I thought I was alone here."

The youth shrugged as he stood directly in front of her. Hope could whiff the alluring scent of his body-man body, his flesh glistening with sweat and his curly brown hair still damp from

his recent work. He wore skin-tight jeans, and Hope couldn't stop herself from glancing slowly down to the bulge of his crotch and the ridged ripple of his stomach muscles.

"Mr. Anderson said a new agent would be here today to show the house. I sure didn't expect one so young and pretty."

She smiled at the boy's flattering remark, but couldn't block the uneasy nervousness that continued to swamp her. The boy was standing so close, so confident with his masculinity, practically throwing it at her, she felt.

"I don't suppose you've, heard from the potential buyer?" she said weakly, forcing her gaze off the boy's broad, naked shoulders.

He shook his head, his eyes leveling on the bulge of her wits. "No. I've just been working in the yard and doing some odd jobs around here." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "How long have you been an agent with Mr. Andersen?"

"This is my second day on the job," she said, adding a small laugh and backing out of the garage to retreat into the house. "Well, don't let me disturb you, Johnny. I better get ready for the client."

She turned and moved swiftly. Her pulse raced and thundered in her ears. She tried to blame it on being startled by the boy's presence,

but deep down she knew her reaction meant much more. Thee was almost an animal-like attraction that had stirred her crotch. Her pussy was suddenly damp and she felt the pleasant tingling of her clit as she stepped into the kitchen. She took a deep breath, then froze as she sensed the boy's presence behind her. She turned slowly and there he was.

He had a crooked grin on his face and his leering eyes continued to measure her tits and the rest of her curvaceous body. She felt strangely naked under the youth's penetrating gaze, and her nervousness mingled with an ignited thrill that picked at her senses. Her nipples stiffened involuntarily as she struggled to appear calm and unflustered.

Shit, I'm going nuts, she told herself. This kid is turning me on! What's happening to me?

"I can sure see why Mr. Anderson hired you," he said. "You've got the biggest pair of tits I've ever seen!"

Hope gasped. "And you've got a pretty fresh mouth for such a young punk," she retorted.

He snickered and moved closer to her. He shocked her by rubbing the huge lump tenting the front of his tight-fitting jeans.

"Come off it, lady," he sneered. "I'm not too young to have what I'm packing right here. Besides, you've been giving my cock the eye.

Admit it."

"Young man, you'd better hope I don't report your crude behavior to Mr. Andersen," she said. "You could lose your job, you know."

"Don't be such a horse's ass, lady," he rasped, suddenly grabbing her wrist and shoving her hand over the fly of his jeans. "I may be young, but I'm not dumb. You ain't shittin' me. I turn you on, and now we're going to do something about it!"

Startled and stunned, Hope was helpless. Then, suddenly, with her hand on the hot bulge of his cock through his jeans, her outrage melted. Soon she found herself caressing the boy's swollen prick. Through the thick material

of the jeans she felt his active prick surge and twitch, and her excitement soared. She could no longer hide her own excitement. It was clearly exposed on her face as her lips broke into a wanton grin.

"See! I knew this is what you wanted," he chided, his voice thick and husky as he reached out to massage her tits. "Why were you so uptight about it?"

"I'm a married lady, Johnny," she breathed, not able to look into his face as she continued to rub his cock through his jeans. "Besides that, you're just a boy."

"Bullshit!" he snapped. "No boy you know

has a cock like mine!"

She had to chuckle at his youthful boast. At the, same time she was touched by his eagerness and, she didn't want to bruise his feelings. Of course, she had to admit to herself that his cock certainly seemed mammoth. It was definitely hard and hot and still growing!

"Johnny, I'm twenty-two, and you can't be more seventeen," she said softly, soothingly, glancing up at his eyes.

"I'm eighteen," he rasped, clutching her tits with both of his hands and thrilling her with his bold, aggressive fondling. "Don't worry. I can keep up with you."

She chuckled throatily. "I bet you can. But this is crazy. Someone will be here any minute to look at the house and-"

"Let's stop wasting time," he snapped, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and rubbing his crotch against her legs. "I'm horny as hell and I know you are too. We have time for a fast fuck."

"Hold on, Johnny," she breathed, gasping. "No time for that." She sank to her knees in front of him and quickly unzipped bin fly. "But I think there's time for me to take care of this for you."

Before he could react, she had his surging prick poking out of his opened pants fly and

her fist wrapped around the fat base of his fuckmeat. A tingle of fresh pleasure whipped through her, making her pussylips quiver as she saw the size of his prick, The boy may have been bragging slightly about his cock, but Hope was pleased by the length of it. It didn't match either Paul's or Dennis Andersen's in sheer size and bulk, but she suddenly wished she had time to have it crammed inside her juicy cunt.

The boy groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair the instant she flicked her tongue across the tip-end of his fuck-knob. She teased his piss slit with her tongue, then quickly lathered the whole bulbous crown of his prick with her saliva. She lapped his cockhead until it was soaked with her spit, then she gulped more than half of his cock-stalk into her mouth.. She sucked vigorously on the teenager's prick while palming his balls,

"Ooohhh, holy shit!" the boy rasped, twisting her silky blonde hair between his fingers. "Shit, you really know how to give head, lady!"

Her pussy quickly became slick and wet with the seeping of her cunt juices. The crotch of her panties were soaked as she sucked and slurped on the teenager's fuckmeat. She savored the flavor of his cockmeat as she ringed her lush lips around the veiny prickshaft and began gulping

more and more of it down her throat.

His balls tightened in her hands as she ate him, and Hope's own excitement leaped as his cock began wobbling inside her mouth. She pulled her head back slightly and let her tongue drag along the underside of his cock. She continued tickling his prick with her lips and tongue and teeth until the boy practically cried out from the sheer bliss of it all.

Suddenly, overtaken by the passion engulfing him, Johnny started bucking his boyish hips, pile-driving his fuckmeat in and out of her mouth.. The horny, wanton young blonde moaned as the fine heat built. Her lips sizzled from the friction of his cock driving in and out of her mouth. His spongy cockhead nudged the back of her throat and she groaned deeper.

Her whole body trembled just as the teenager's did the same. His prick surged between her clutching lips and his balls drew up even more. She sucked harder and faster, trying to suck the jism straight out of him.

Faster, harder, the youth fucked her face. Rasping and moaning, he drilled her mouth with his cock and shuddered just as his foamy spunk exploded from his cock. She gulped it greedily. The thick wads of his come clogged her throat momentarily, but the horny young blonde managed to swallow the boy's load.

He kept ramming his spurting prick in and out of her mouth until the last of his jizz seeped from his cock. His bloated cockhead seemed to swell even mote as his gushing jism shot down her throat.