Bill Randolph

Making Mrs. Robinson

CHAPTER ONE

Hope Baker, twenty-two and married six months, was feeling the first panic as a wife. Oh, God, was the honeymoon over? She flipped the long, unruly mop of her silky blonde hair over her shoulder as she crouched between her husband's naked thighs.

Paul was starting to snore, his handsome profile on the pillow. A tingle of desire swept through the horny young bride as she gazed at her naked husband. She had fallen in love with

him on their first date almost a year ago. A happy, six-month courtship followed, then the wedding. And the whole last year had been sheer bliss; at least until this evening.

Maybe I'm making too much out of this, she told herself as her blue eyes traveled down the length of his uncovered body. The lusty tingles intensified as Hope stared at his prick and balls. Even in sleep, Paul's giant cock was impressive. At full, throbbing erection, his cock was nine inches long and as thick as a baseball bat. Well, almost, she grinned, recalling she had measured it on their wedding night.

Her sensual smile faded. Suddenly, that glorious night seemed so long ago. It had been two nights since they had fucked, and Hope couldn't ignore the panic that gripped her. Was she losing her appeal to Paul? Did he have another woman? What have I done?

The questions plagued her instinctively, she knew she had to rekindle the passions that had flamed their young love. She wanted the magic to return to their marriage, and she felt that it was her responsibility to recapture that hungry need.

She sighed as she lightly traced her fingertips along his inner thighs. She continued to stare at his cock, watching for signs of life. She moaned softly, more to herself than anyone, as

she detected a slight tremor along his sleeping cockshaft. She ducked down, drawing her lovely face to within inches of his fuckmeat and washed it with her hot breath.

She whiffed the exciting male aroma of his cock and balls and, at the same time, she felt horny pulsations tingle her mammoth, naked tits. Her pink nipples became stiff and rubbery as she contemplated lapping her tongue over his cock and balls.

She closed her fingers around his nuts and gingerly massaged them as she deliberately flicked her tongue-tip out over the veiny shaft of his cock. At the same time, she recalled how just the sight of her luscious, nude body so recently never failed to arouse Paul. He had always been like a mad animal, never able to get enough of her. She sighed again even while thrilling to the salty-sweet taste of his cockmeat. She started licking her tongue over every inch of his soft prick. Her tits jiggled and her sensitive nipples tickled with lusty arousal. God, how she wished Paul would respond, sit up and suck her tits into his mouth. She loved the way her husband used to fondle and suck her tits.

Meanwhile, it was all up to her, and Hope started working feverishly. She lapped at his cock, soaking it with her saliva. Then, when the lump of his fuckmeat was glistening with her

spit, she brought her lush lips down to his cockhead and sucked it into her warm mouth. She munched delicately on the spongy cockknob and suddenly moaned as she detected a slight stirring from her husband.

He turned his head on the pillow, but his eyes remained closed. At the same time, his cock began to grow! Hope quickened the pressure of her sucking, drawing more and more of his flabby prickmeat between her lips. She massaged his balls more: urgently, rolling them between her soft fingers and loving the feeling of the male balls filling her hands.

Her excitement surged as his cock uncoiled inside her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the surface of his ballooning fuckmeat. There was no stopping his hard-on now!

Inch-by-inch, his cock gradually surged to its full nine inches. Hope's lips stretched to accommodate the massive prick, and finally she was bobbing her pretty head up and down on his prick. She greased his cock with her spit as she gripped her lips in a ring around his cockshaft. She built up the speed of her sucking with every second, developing a blistering tempo as her lips scorched the surface of his cock.

Her own excitement matched the surging of Paul's cock, and by the time his prick was standing stiff and tall, her own pussy was seeping

clear juices. Her puffy cuntlips pulsed and her clit throbbed and tingled. Desire overwhelmed her, and the two days she had been denied her husband's body had caught up with her. The frustration had come to an abrupt head. Hope Baker WSS a sexy young woman possessed and driven by her own lusty needs.

She gobbled up her husband's prick, massaging it with her lips, tongue and teeth. At the same time, she toyed with his balls, milking them with busy fingers and even slipping one finger down along his ass crease. She rocked back and forth on her knees as her body flamed with passion. Her pussy trembled as her cunt nectar continue to ooze from her slippery cuntslit. Her clit seemed to vibrate with every beat of her heart, and she felt the white-hot sizzle of pure desire knife into her cunthole.

"Damp, Hope, what are you doing?" Paul said, his voice cutting into her lust-numb consciousness. "Can't a guy get some sleep around here without you trying to rape my cock?"

She sat up, startled by his awakening. She rested on her haunches, her big tits heaving with her rapid breathing. She grinned through the cascading curls of her blonde hair, seeing quickly that her young husband wasn't as angry as his words had sounded. In fact, there was a slight smirky curve to his manly lips and his

brown eyes sparkled with just the hint of devilish lust that had, up until the last two days, been a familiar sight.

"Sure you want to sleep right now?" she cooed, keeping her hands on his balls. She licked her lips and added a sexy wink which made him snicker.

"You really are a cock-crazy slut, you know it?" he said.

He reached up lazily and cupped her tits as if weighing them with his palms. He rubbed his thumbs across her rubbery, pink nipples and made her groan and shiver.

"Such a horny, beautiful cock-crazy slut." "I love the way you talk, darling," she purred, making him laugh again.

"You aren't neglected," he countered, sounding just a bit defensive..

She kept smiling and fingering his balls. "Two whole days, honey. That's how long it's been. Don't you know? When a girl gets used to such a big cock on a regular basis, two days without it can be like forever."

The smirk broadened on his face as he slowly lifted his hands and propped them behind his head on the pillow. "Well, in that case, baby, you better go back to your feast. I wouldn't want to deny my best girl her favorite food."

Hope giggled girlishly and eagerly dipped

back down to capture his stiff prick between her lips. She sucked up his towering fuck shaft in one smooth gulp, flattening her tongue along the underside of his cock shaft and managing to take it all. Her lips tickled the bushy forest of his cock-patch and she again slipped a finger against his asscrack.

Paul squirmed slightly and she quickly used his movement to her advantage. She tickled his whole with her finger while beginning to bob her head up and down on his prick. She dragged her lips along his cock flesh and suddenly clamped her lips around the rim of his cockhead. She lashed her tongue-tip against his pisser, teasing the little hole and making her twenty-five-year-old husband squirm that much more.

She thrilled as she tasted his pre-come fluid brimming his pin-slit. She lapped it up eagerly, then fished her tongue-tip against the hole again and again anxious for more. She moaned as his cock twitched against her mouth and tongue. This was more like it! She knew Paul would soon grab her and pin her beneath him just before driving his aroused, steel-hard prick straight into her quivering cunt channel.

Her senses sizzled as her lusty excitement zoomed. Every nerve vibrated and her juicy cunt overflowed with her rich nectar. The horny

young wife was panting even as she gobbled up her husband's fuckmeat.

She opened her mouth wide and dropped her face all the way onto his prick. She sucked and licked on his cock, devouring the tasty treat, and thrilling to the way Paul shuddered in response

Then, suddenly and quite unexpectedly, his cock surged inside her sucking mouth. His mighty fuck pole shuddered just as a thick shower of his jism exploded from his pisser. Caught by surprise, Hope gasped just as the first spray of his load sprang against the back of her throat. She gulped involuntarily, swallowing his wad just as more of the foamy come slammed into her mouth. She clamped her lips around the fat base of his cock and sucked harder, milking his balls dry as his jizz choked her.

Her jaws ached from the work, but she loved the hot sensation of his thick spunk coating her tonsils. She gulped his load loudly and continued to fondle his balls as she drained them.

Then, too quickly, his heaving orgasm subsided and she managed only to slurp up drops of his salty-sweet spunk. She lapped at his cock, making sure she was getting all of it. Reluctantly, Hope finally freed his cock from her lips and rested her face on his upper thigh.

She licked her lips, savoring the residue of his come and catching some before it dripped from

the corners of her lush mouth. She groaned and stirred slightly. Her knees were up under her chest, her shapely, round ass up in the air. Her big tits grazed her husband's leg and only now did she experience her true frustration.

Her cunt was on fire, pulsing and tingling in overheated desire. Her hard little clit throbbed and her cuntwalls continued to vibrate as the slick coating of her nectar trickled down to her outer cuntlips.

Suddenly, she pushed herself up and attempted to mount her husband's prick. She straddled his thighs and planted her wet, hot pussy just above his wilting prick-knob. At the same time she gripped the base of his prick and tried to wedge his cockmeat into her hungry fuckhole.

"Hey, take it easy, hon," Paul said with a soft snicker. "You just got my rocks, remember?"

"I remember," she gasped, hurrying to stuff his prick into her pussy before it softened too much. "Now I need mine."

"Forget it, Hope," he whispered, squeezing her hips and shifting her off his crotch. "Maybe later."

Stunned and suddenly hurt, Hope rolled over beside him. She stared up at the ceiling for long seconds, feeling the powerful need clutch the

depth of her pussy passage and pulse out to every region of her body. She couldn't understand his rejection. Her mind raced, but her body refused to let her ignore the horny need engulfing her.

"What is it, Paul?" she finally whispered. "Tell me what's happening to us?"

"Nothing," he snapped, rolling over onto his side, his back to her. "Get some sleep. Tomorrow is your big day."

There, in his voice, she had the answer to what was bugging him. It hurt her like a bolt of lightning. Immediately she sat up and propped herself on an elbow. She reached over and touched his shoulder.

"Darling, don't be upset because I'm going back to work," she purred. "It's only part time. Besides, you know as well as I do that we aced the extra money."

"I know," he rasped, keeping his back to her. "You keep reminding"

"Shit, Paul, you know it isn't like that," she countered. "It's no crime for me to help out, at least until you get on with the insurance agency."

"Bullshit, Hope," he said, jerking the covers up over him. "They're jerking me around and we both know it. I'll be working in that damn garage the rest of my-life."

"That's bullshit!" she snapped. "We aren't giving up! And so what if you can't change jobs for a while? You think that matters to me? I fell in love with the best truck mechanic in town."

"Except we can't make it on a grease monkey's pay," he rasped with a bitter laugh.

"We'll do just fine."

"Yeah. As long as you go back to that damn real estate office and let fuckin' Dennis Andersen pinch your ass."

Paul jumped the bedcovers off and bolted from the bed. He stomped out of the room.

Hope started to follow him but stopped herself. What could she say? She knew nothing would convince her husband that she could handle Dennis Andersen's harmless flirtations. Sure, her ex-boss used to ask her out, and occasionally he made a pass, but not just at her.

Dennis was the typical hard prick who liked collecting stray pussy. There were a lot of guys like that, Hope knew. But convincing Paul that she wasn't going to fall for any of Andersen's lines was useless. Besides, Dennis had offered to take her back as much more than a receptionist. He had promised to train her to be an agent and to eventually help her pass the real estate license test. She and Paul could certainly use the extra money her part time job would

bring in, and she was determined to prove to Paul that it wouldn't hurt their young marriage. Surely, she kept telling herself, Paul would soon see how her income would ease the pressure on him. Surely, he would soon see the benefits.

Meanwhile, she could hear her husband in the kitchen, probably going after the last two beers in the fridge. She lay back on the bed with a heavy sigh. Soon she heard the sounds of the TV and she could picture her naked young husband guzzling beer and staring blankly at the screen. Obviously, it would be a while before he came back to bed.

Hope tried to shove all the unpleasant thoughts from her head. Accomplishing that, she was left with the lusty ache in her cunt and the rest of her sexy body. Automatically, she touched her huge tits and tweaked the rosy, stiff nipples. The pleasant sparks tickled her nerves and sent her senses into a spinning turmoil. Involuntary spasms rattled her cuntwalls and her puffy cunt flaps sizzled, demanding her attend on.

Within minutes she was in the bathroom, safe and private behind the locked door, and drilling two fingers up into her juicy, hot pussy. She rammed the digits in and out with a frenzy of activity, bringing herself closer and closer to a fast climax. Then, just as her cunt-muscles

flexed and the wild tremors roared throughout her fuckhole, she glimpsed herself in the bathroom mirror. Her whole lovely young body was trembling as she fought to stifle the automatic squeal that leaped through her throat.

She braced herself against the wall as her nectar washed down over her fingers and hand. Her pussy spasmed mightily, ringing her nerves from head to toe. And in that brief moment of total honesty that crept into her consciousness just before the ecstasy of her climax began to subside, she thought about Dennis Andersen and the womanly pride of knowing how she turned on another man.

CHAPTER TWO

All the confidence she had felt upon entering the offices of the Andersen Real Estate Agency vanished the instant the new young receptionist escorted her into Dennis Andersen's private office. Hope had felt especially confident dressed in her lemon-yellow silk blouse and off-white skirt. The slight leg-silt of her skirt showed just enough of her fabulous thighs to make male heads turn on the Street as she had marched to the office. Her white heels accented

her alluring appearance, but it was obviously her huge tits bulging inside her blouse that captured Dennis' instant attention.

He beamed a broad smile and stood behind his desk as she strolled into his office. It had been six months since they had last seen each other, and from his expression, that had been much too long. It had been on her wedding day that the two had last spoken, and now Hope remembered the scene all too well. A cold shiver rattled over her as she recalled the good-luck kiss he had given her while coyly rubbing an exploring hand over her plump, firm ass.

Dennis Andersen was in his mid-thirties, married for the third time, and a very dapper dresser. He was quite good-looking, almost to Hope's eye-a pretty boy type. His wavy blond hair was perfectly combed and his tanned, movie star face was accustomed to the bright, toothy smile he was now flashing right at her tits.

There was no doubt his flashy good-looks had some effect on Hope, as on most women. That, she reminded herself quickly, didn't altar the fact that she loved Paul more than anything and that her marriage was the most important thing in her life.

Still, she couldn't deny the vague tremor that automatically twitched her clit as she faced him.

She was aware, unsettlingly so, of her nipples stiffening under his obvious gaze, but she tried to act casual as she sat on the chair in front of his desk and demurely crossed a leg over the other. She made no effort to hide the slice of thigh that peeked through the slit of her skirt as she returned his charming smile and nodded at him.

"I knew you'd be back," he said, finally sitting down and appraising her all over with his expressive blue eyes. "The pretty ones never leave me for long."

She laughed. "Oh, Dennis, you haven't changed."

"Of course not," he said with a shrug. "Admit it, honey. You'd be disappointed if I had become some old dead-ass."

"I came back to work, Dennis," Hope said, still smiling but managing to make her voice firm. "I can play all the time at home with Paul."

Dennis waved a hand in front of his faceas if dismissing her words as utter nonsense. "That was always your trouble, Hope. Work, work, work. That's all you ever thought about. I was hoping by now you'd know that work and play should go together. It makes the work so much more enjoyable."

He slowly moved around his desk and sat on

the corner directly in front of her. She couldn't ignore the hammering of her heart as she gazed up at him. She could whiff the intoxicating after-shave lotion on him and she couldn't seem to shake her gaze off his riveting blue eyes. She squirmed uneasily on her chair and cleared her throat.

"Dennis, perhaps we better talk about the job," she said softly. "On the phone you promised-"

"Forget what I said on the phone, sugar" he said easily. "In-person is what counts. And now I'm telling you that if you want to come back to work here, things have to be different. I'm so much easier to get along with if certain female employees are a little playful on the job. Know what I mean?"

She nodded. "I think I'd better go," she whispered, starting to stand.

"Don't be dumb, Hope," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder with just enough pressure to keep her seated on the chair. Again his blue eyes nailed her as his expression turned serious. "I've missed you. I think about you all the fucking time. Now all I want is for you to be friendly. Do that, and things can be so fine for you around here that you'll never know how you survived without this place."