Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

And finally, he seemed to go limp. His knees trembled mightily and he loosened his grip on her silky blonde hair. He groaned a guttural wail reflecting his ecstasy, then stumbled back against the nearest wall.

Hope smiled at him as he stood. She licked her lips and flashed a wanton wink.

"That was nice, Johnny," she breathed. "Sucking cock always gets to me."

The teenager returned her grin. "Yeah, you sure know what you're doing," he said. "I could tell you loved it almost as much as me."

Hope sighed and started to turn away, but she couldn't take her eyes off the boy's still rigid prick. His cockflesh glistened with the glaze of her spit and the stiff prick-stalk continued to jerk and twitch even after the gusher load it had just deposited in her mouth. It was a very enticing sight, and Hope wasn't anxious to break the spell.

"I'd almost forgotten that boys your age practically have permanent hard-ons," she cooed, stepping toward him and gingerly touching the knob of his prick with her fingertips. She

squeezed the spongy sphere as she gazed into his cute face. "Why don't you touch my pussy? It's so hot and wet."

"Don't worry," he boasted. "I'm thinking about doing a lot more than just touching it."

"Oh?" she retorted teasingly. "You have big plans, young man?"

He began slowly unbuttoning her blouse and reaching inside to expose her tits. He worked his finger over her luscious tits, then teased her nipples with his fingertips.

"I bet I can make you forget I'm younger than you," he said finally. "In a few minutes, it won't matter to you that I'm a couple of years younger."

"Mmmmm, Johnny, you sure know how to talk tea girl," she cooed, deciding that flirting with the boy in this manner would only motivate him to unleash his full, youthful passions. And Hope instantly decided she wanted to receive the full thrust of his teenaged virility. Besides, it would be stupid to let his young, rock-hard cock go to waste.

With her free hand she lifted the hem of her skirt up around her waist. She rotated her hips in a slow, seductive circle while inching her crotch closer to him. She moved in on him gradually as he continued to concentrate on her tits. With the boy backed against the wall, she

had him where she wanted him, and Johnny certainly made no effort to escape.

Slowly, he lowered his right hand from her tits and felt his way to her crotch. His fingers grazed the front of her panties and he felt the slick dampness coating the flimsy material.

Hope groaned as his fingers tickled her quivering pussy through her panties. She trembled slightly and savored the wonderful tremors that shook her nerves. Her cuntlips tingled and her clit throbbed as her passion surged.

"Touch my pussy, Johnny," she urged in a whispered purr. "Feel me, honey. I want you to see how horny you've made me. Sucking your big cock just made me hot as hell."

He flinched slightly and Hope realized in her excitement she was pinching the head of his cock too vigorously. The boy kept staring into her face as he massaged her big tits with his left hand and worked his right hand inside her panties. Eventually his fingers wedged under the waistband of her panties and touched the hairy, damp pussy patch. He flicked a finger along her cunt gash, and Hope moaned throatily.

"See how hot and wet Jam for you?" she breathed.

He didn't bother to answer as he slipped his finger just inside her creamy cunt opening. He pushed through the slippery folds of her cuntal

tissues, then poked the tip of his finger into the smoldering fuckhole. They both moaned as her pussylips clutched at his digit.

Her pussy began to spasm as her cuntwalls flexed involuntarily. As if trying to suck his finger into her juicy depths, her cuntal muscles worked automatically, munching on the tip of his finger. Her hot pussy nectar lubed his digit generously and the resulting pleasure sweeping the lusty young blonde quickly made her topple forward and crush her body against the boy's.

Their lips crushed together and she aggressively drove her tongue between his lips. She groaned and panted as she frenched the boy's mouth. She rubbed her body against him and thrilled to the sensation of his hard cock crushed against her legs. She spread her feet and started humping against his finger, desperately hoping to impale herself on his digit.

At the same time, the boy began retaking the offensive as his arousal scaled to the level of hers. Their tongues tangled as he freed his left hand from the crush of their chests and reached around to squeeze her lush, firm ass cheeks. Meanwhile, he kept probing the entrance of her fuckhole with his ringer.

Suddenly, Hope pushed away. "Shit, my pussy is on fire!"

Without another word she led the boy deeper into the kitchen, gripping his cock like a handle. He chuckled lewdly and allowed himself to be directed toward the countertop.

"Eat my pussy!" she breathed, turning again to face him, her lovely face contorted in a lusty expression of pure need. "Show me what an experienced tongue you have."

As if meeting her challenge, the boy's lips curled into a sneer as he gripped her waist and lifted her up onto the edge of the countertop. Hope let out a tiny squeal as he lifted her with surprising ease, and she sat on the countertop, her legs splayed wide, and dangling over the edge. Her heels knocked against cabinet doors as she panted and squirmed.

He yanked her panties down and tore them of f over her heels. Then he leaned down and aimed his mouth straight at her exposed pussy.

She howled with delight as the boy kissed her cunt. She threw her bead back and braced herself with her palms flat on the countertop space behind her. Her exposed tits heaved and her entire body sizzled as the boy's mouth caressed her pussy.

He lapped at her cunt gash, treating the slippery pussyslit to the bold swipes of his tongue. She shuddered and trembled as his tongue flicked up and down over her pussy.

She clamped her thighs together, squeezing his head, when his tongue touched her clit. She came instantly, bucking her ass on the countertop and humping her spasming pussy against his mouth. In the next instant, the boy thrust his tongue deep into her convulsing fuckhole. He speared her pussy channel, fucking her deeply with his tongue and driving her wild as the ecstasy consumed her. She came again, the second orgasm building on the first, and her squeals of raw pleasure echoed throughout the empty house.

The boy drilled his tongue in-and out of her churning cunthole, whipped her toward a third frenzied climax. Then, just as the marvelous pressure reached a peak in the torrid depths of her fuckhole, Hope was startled to glimpse the image of a woman standing at the entrance of the kitchen. She gasped a strangled cry of shock.

"Oh, fuck!" she rasped.

Hope blinked and focused clearly on the woman. She had short dark hair and was wearing a snow white pants suit. A smirk spread across her lips as she leaned casually in the kitchen doorway and assumed a hand-on-hips stance. The woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties. Hope couldn't detect much more about her through the fog of surprised shock and embarrassment.

"Well, kids," the woman said in a husky voice, "If the floor show comes with the house, I'll take it."

Johnny sprang upright, then stood awkwardly, his throbbing prick poking lewdly through his opened fly. Hope made desperate attempts to cover her naked tits while letting her skirt fail down over her pussy. And in the next few seconds, the intruder strolled leisurely into the kitchen, approaching the startled pair.

"Don't let me stop a good thing," the older woman said, eyeing the teenaged cock with obvious delight and lust She then glanced

toward Hope. "I think this kid has enough for both of us. Don't you?"