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."

"I love my husband, Dennis," she said, her

voice quivering.

"I don't doubt it," he snapped. "I'm not asking you to leave the guy. Just let yourself go a little. You'll probably surprise yourself. I'm betting you'll love it."

"I'm not interested in a job, that includes cheating on Paul," she said.

"Cheating?" he said with a scoff. "Baby, you're only cheating yourself out of some good times. Not to mention all the joy you're missing out on. Besides, making you feel good is all I'm interested in. It'll make your work go smoother."

He eased his hand down from her shoulder to her tit. Hope gasped softly and sat rigidly as his hand rubbed over the tit mound, grazing the silk of her blouse. Her tits suddenly throbbed as heat covered them. Gradually, his slow, circling massaging caused her nipples to tingle into a rock-hard erections and she had to moan.

"You shouldn't do that, Dennis," she sighed.

"You should stop me, but you don't want to. Right?"

She didn't bother to answer. They both knew the answer. Guilt battled with the sudden excitement she felt. God, why am I letting him do this to me? What am I doing? I should storm right out of here!

But the pleasure and the lewd thrill of Dennis

Andersen calmly fondling her tits through her blouse in his private office was too much. The sensation was too great. She couldn't help herself. Oh, fuck, I'm getting so horny, she told herself.

Slowly, deliberately, he expertly began unbuttoning her blouse and Hope offered no protest. She kept gazing into his deep-blue eyes and felt as if she were about to swoon. He was mesmerizing her, she thought, and the romantic notion struck her as somehow fitting to the moment. At least, it seemed to momentarily soothe her guilt, leaving nothing in the way of the raw passion and pleasure that quickly overtook her.

In seconds he had unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her bra up over her luscious, ripe tit melons. Her big, jutting tits flopped into open view and Dennis seemed to marvel at them. She thrilled to the examination he gave them before lightly rubbing his fingers over the pointy tit tips.

"Mmmmmm, Dennis, this is wrong," she said weakly as the pleasure sizzled through her.

"Tell me that a few minutes from now," he said, slipping off the edge of his desk and kneeling in front of her.

He cupped her mammoth, shapely tits in both of his hands and squeezed them tenderly. He leaned his face forward and she shivered as she

felt his breath on her naked tits. Shudders vibrated throughout her body and she suddenly felt melted to the chair. She uncrossed her long legs and casually parted her knees, giving him more room to lean closer.

In the next instant he kissed one of her pink nipples. Just the gentle touch of his lips on the tip-end of her nipple sent waves of ecstasy over her senses. She gasped and fought the urge to clasp his head tight against her tits and chest. Instead, Hope continued to sit rigidly on the chair, as if she were a prisoner to his lusty attentions.

He directed another soft kiss on her other nipple, but this time flicked his tongue out across the rubbery, stiff tit bud. He teased the nipple with his tongue for several glorious seconds, wetting it with his saliva. Then, without warning, he sucked the nipple between his lips and tongue-lashed it until Hope wanted to cry out.

Now she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her arms around his handsome head and clutching him to her. The warmth of his lips and tongue on her nipple sent wild tremors through her. Her cunt immediately spasmed on its own and she thrilled to the pleasure.

She couldn't help it. The sensations zipping through her were overpowering. She shivered and shuddered as Dennis slowly, gradually, dipping

his head downward, planting soft kisses across her chest and belly. She squirmed on the chair and groaned as she felt his hands slip beneath her skirt. She felt his fingers on the skimpy elastic waistband of her bikini panties, and in the next instant he was ripping them down.

Unconsciously she helped by lifting herself just as he tugged her panties down off her ass. She felt him pull her panties over her legs and though her skirt was still in place, she felt excitingly naked and vulnerable to his prowling hands and exploring fingers.

Her cunt heaved from the excitement and she felt her juices rumbling. Her clit twitched into eager, horny arousal and the rest of her shapely young body seemed to ooze with need. Her raunchy desire made her forget everything else. She was too caught up in the lusty action to think about her husband, her marriage or her true purpose for being here.

She gasped, then squealed as Dennis crammed his head between her knees and started licking her inner thighs. He flicked his tongue near the tops of her old-fashioned stockings, and it was now that she heard his own horny groans and pants.

Of course Hope had remembered his passion for old-fashioned hose and garter belts. She

could no longer pretend that hadn't influenced her decision to wear them this morning. She was getting what she had wanted, and the guilt would just have to wait. Right now, Hope was too locked in the grip of her own lust and wanton needs. All that mattered was that Dennis was hungrily kissing and licking his way toward her hot pussy.

Sweet thrills bombarded her, turning her nerves into sizzling fuses. When Dennis lapped his tongue through the hairy forest of her cunt muff, Hope shrieked a guttural wail of pure joy. She dug her fingers into his scalp, clutching at his head through her skirt.

Dennis propelled his tongue up and down her creamy cuntslit, knifing through the hot, sticky membranes of her cunt-opening, lashing against the pulpy tissues and sending the horny young blonde into fits of raw ecstasy. When he isolated her clit, he gave the magic love-button a real workout with his active tongue. He caused an instant orgasm to rifle throughout her pussy.

Hope arched her spine and drove her ass several inches up off the chair as she automatically clamped her thighs against his head. She kept his head locked in the velvety vise of her legs for long seconds as the glorious turmoil of her rapid climax washed through her senses. Then, she collapsed into rag-doll limpness,

allowing her legs to sprawl wide as she slumped on the office chair.

Meanwhile, Dennis showed no mercy as he continued attacking her burning, soupy pussy with his tongue. Me sucked at her curt, drawing the puffy, hairy lips-into his hot mouth. He munched on the tasty pussy-meat before ramming his stiffened tongue back into the center of her fuckhole. With his hands squeezing into her asscheeks he braced her upright creating a perfect angle far his drilling tongue and chewing lips.

He opened his mouth wide and captured most of her curt. It was like he wanted to devour her pussy, and. Hope thrilled as her rich nectar gushed straight into his gulping mouth.

She had surrendered totally to him. With his face glued to her pussy, she could do nothing except savor the joys of her juices flowing from her cunt cavity to his mouth and down his throat.

A fresh glow soon flamed in the depths of her cunt, and Hope began bracing herself for yet another gut-rumbling orgasm. She panted and gasped as the moment neared. Her cuntwalls vibrated and flexed, accepting his driving tongue as if it were a smallish prick. Her pussy flamed, the scorching heat engulfing it and the rest of her. And then just at the moment of her second

climax, he roughly pushed his face away from her near-erupting cunt. He freed himself from the cover of her skirt and smiled up into her face.

"What were you saying about not mixing work and play?" he said, adding a lewd wink.

She gazed down on his face through half closed eyes. Her pussy throbbed on the verge of orgasm and her nerves seemed tickled to their limit. Her exposed tits heaved with her gasping breath and her leg-sprawled, slumped position, she knew, only added to her overall wanton appearance. Her long blonde hair had flown across her lovely face, partially covering her peaches-and-cream complexion. She struggled to respond to his leering remark, but she couldn't form the words.

Instead, Dennis gave her little time to talk. Before she realized it, he was standing in front of her and unzipping his pants fly. Seconds later, his cock was surging through the fly hole of his pants, pulsing into full stiffness. Immediately, she felt mesmerized by the sight.

"Kiss it, Hope," he rasped, standing with his hands on his hips. "Treat my cock real nice and show me how much you want to come back to work here."

His words were faint echoes as she leaned forward and tentatively reached out to cup his

balls. She slipped her hand inside his opened pants fly and felt for his hot balls just as she brushed her wet lips against his cockhead. She closed her eyes as she swirled her tongue over his spongy, engorged prick-knob.

Hope moaned as she tasted his cockhead. It seemed so strange to be licking another man's prick, yet she felt an incredible thrill by performing such a wanton act.

Then, before she was prepared, Dennis suddenly rammed his stiff prick against her lips. Startled, she tried to gasp as his cock drilled into her mouth, plugging her throat in One swift fuck-stroke.

She practically choked, but somehow managed to accommodate the brutal thrust of his fuckmeat. Her lips were forced into a huge circle as his cockhead nudged against the back of her throat.

"That's more like it!" he leered, grabbing her hair and bucking his hips. "This is what I want with you, Hope. This is what I've been waiting to do since you first came to work here. See how most dreams come true with a little patience."

His words came through hoarse groans as he fucked her mouth. Quickly, he worked the fuck strokes into a blinding tempo, sawing his cock in and out of her mouth. He gave her little time to adjust, but that didn't seem to matter.

Hope, at first, was panicked by his sudden brutal action. But very soon another strange excitement rushed through her. Her body teemed with pulsing delight as Dennis roughly raped her face. The weird thrill of it ignited her pussy again, and she was pleasantly shocked by the unexpected climax that was triggered in the core of her cunthole.

In the next instant, his cock surged and jerked inside her stuffed mouth. He growled and twisted her hair painfully in his fists just as his thick spunk exploded down her throat.

She gulped in self-defense, swallowing his hot jizz as fast as possible. His prick gushed, the lava-like load and she knew she was losing precious drops of his come from the corners of her stretched mouth.

Through the showering blast of his jism, he kept plunging his cock in and out of her mouth. His vicious fuck-strokes didn't slow until the last of his come spurted down her throat. And only then did he drop his hands from her hair, but he kept his satisfied prick between her lips.

"All right, Hope," he breathed. "I think you'll fit in nicely here. I'll give you the job, and you can keep it as long as you perform your extra duties as well as you have this morning. Any questions?"

She tried to pull her head back, but he quickly

clutched her hair again. With his cock stuffed securely inside her mouth, all she could manage was a last little shake of her head.

Dennis laughed throatily, and Hope kit confused. She wondered why she felt excitement instead of anger.

CHAPTER THREE

Hope spent the rest of the day trying to concentrate on the more professional duties of her new job. She didn't allow herself to feel guilty about what had happened in Dennis Andersen's office. Besides, he had practically forced things to happen the way they had. Additionally, she technically hadn't cheated on Paul, considering Dennis hadn't actually fucked her.

She left the office promptly at five and rushed to get home ahead of Paul. She wanted to wine

and dine her husband with a special meal. It seemed especially important that she make this evening a real pleasure for Paul. If that was paying for any guilt feelings, so be it. Hope wouldn't let herself start doubting the love devotion for Paul.

Steaks were cooking and she was tossing a salad when Paul got home. She had dress carefully for his arrival, and ran to greet him at the backdoor wearing a skimpy blue lace gown. Her luscious tits and gold-toasted cunt muff were barely visible through the flimsy material, and she hoped Paul would show his typical appreciation. More than anything, she wanted her husband to accept her part-time job and to recognize it pond no threat to his role as breadwinner.

"Welcome home, darling," she cooed, rushing to him and embracing him. She planted her ripe, curvaceous body solidly against him and thrilled to the sensation of her huge tits crushing against him. She kissed his lips and waited for him to dart his tongue into her hot mouth.

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.

As his tongue poked through the creamy folds of her pussy and tickled the pinkish depths of her fuckhole, she slowly drew her knees up and opened herself even more to his probing tongue strokes. She began to roll her head from side to side as her passion soared. She clawed at the bedsheets with her fingernails and floated along with the climbing sensations attacking her nerves.

She humped her pelvis, cramming her overheated pussy into her husband's face. She felt his tongue spear deeply into her cunt cavern and she howled as a thunderous orgasm immediately whipped through her.

At the same time, Paul crushed his face even

harder against her cunt. His nose pressed against her twitching clit even as he wedged his tongue in and out of her soupy cunthole. Meanwhile, her orgasm stretched and continued to build. The slick fluids gushed from her pussy passage and spilled into his slurping mouth.

She kept screaming her glee as the climax seemed to last forever. Her ass bounced up and down on the ad as she fucked back at Paul's tongue. It was all almost perfect.

Still, in the midst of her ecstasy, a troubling thought plagued her mind. With all of the happiness and physical pleasure she was savoring with her husband, she couldn't get her mind off of Dennis Andersen. She kept replaying the wild scene in his office, every raunchy detail seemingly etched in her brain.

She imagined shocking images of both Paul and Dennis devouring her body with their tongues and pricks. She imagined the two men fucking her pussy, then turning her over and reaming out her ass. She fantasized sucking one man a cock while getting ass fucked by the other. Repeatedly, the wild scenes played through her mind even as her body was being whipped into a frenzy of lust by her husband's tongue and mouth.

Faster and faster she shook her head. She tried desperately to shake out the vile images and

to concentrate on the passionate tongue-fucking her husband was giving her.

What would Paul say if he knew about, her wanton thoughts? The very notion of him discovering what was now filling her mind chilled her. It would confirm his worst fears about her taking this part-time job. It would, she knew, be the end of her marriage.

She wailed, but the passion was replaced by a dread that was painful. Her orgasm seemed to be subsiding and the sudden chili began spreading over her flesh.

Then, a relentless passion recaptured her fear as she realized her husband was tonguing his way to her asshole. He had quickly lifted her legs and draped them over his broad shoulders while ducking his head down. He licked his way along her upturned asscrack and before she could brace herself for the inevitable, his tongue was spearing her asshole.

Instant convulsions rocked her. She shrieked with fresh joy as the rapture engulfed her, Her shrill cries seemed to encourage him as he drilled his tongue into her tight shitter.

She came quickly, the climax jarring her pussy even as her ass-muscles caused an explosion of hot ecstasy to crash through her senses and momentarily all the disturbing images vanished from her mind. She clutched her tits as the

pleasure raced through her.. She tried to clutch as well the fleeting moment of pure, guilt-free thought that played across her mind.

But soon, as her orgasm faded, she again confronted the devilish images of the two men in her life taking her at the same time with their cocks, their tongues. Long alter Paul had gone to sleep, Hope gazed up at the ceiling in the dark bedroom, unable or unwilling to shut off the constant flow of vivid, wanton fantasizing involving both Paul and Dennis.

The next morning as she rushed to work, she tried to dismiss the lewd thoughts as some sort of sexy dream. Still, she entered the real estate office full of apprehension.

"You're late," Dennis snapped, glancing up to see her hurry to her desk. He was glancing at his phone messages on the receptionist's desk.

"Sorry." she said more meekly than she had intended.

He eyed her with a smirky expression. "Rough night?"

"Actually, a very satisfying night," she retorted, determined to be aloof and maybe even a little bitchy in front of him. Why give him the satisfaction of even suspecting he had been the object of her disturbingly explicit thoughts?

"Ah, the life, of newlyweds," Dennis said, getting a chorus of soft giggles from the other.

office workers. "Now don't be embarrassed, Hope."

Despite her efforts, she felt her face blush as she pretended to busy herself with the papers stacked on her desk. In truth, her heart was racing and she felt a nervous, clammy sweat coat her hands. She even tried to ignore him when Dennis stepped right up to her, desk.

"When you finish reading that material I gave you yesterday, come into my office," he said, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. "I've decided to throw you right into the water. On-the-job training is the best way to learn this business."

She glanced up and tried to read his expression. Was he serious, or was his invitation to his office an excuse for more duties of a personal nature? She couldn't guess, but she couldn't ignore the sudden excitement that gripped her. The pounding of her heart took on a new meaning, and Hope hated it at the same time that she felt her self thrilling to the prospect of submitting to more of his sexual demands.

Ten minutes later when she entered his office, she was disappointed to find him very professionally studying papers on his desk. He barely glanced up when she entered. Instead he tossed a set of keys across the desk. He scrawled an address on a pad and tossed it toward the keys.

"You want to be an agent. Hope," he said. "No better way to learn than to do. Be at that address at ten o'clock and show the house to a prospect. She'll be there, so don't be late. Pull the sheet on the property from the file and familiarize yourself with the particulars. Give me a call after the showing."

She nodded and left the office, surprised and disappointed. Maybe this job would be more work than play. Maybe she was getting what she really wanted. But what did she want, and why was she suddenly disappointed?

Hope left the office with the necessary information on the house. As she drove to the location, she continued trying to sort out her own confused feelings and thoughts.

At the last minute, she almost drove to her own house to phone Dennis and tell him she no longer wanted the job. But she didn't.

CHAPTER FOUR

She found the address and parked in front of the house at the curb. She walked up the long, winding sidewalk to the pleasant house and let herself in with the key Dennis had provided. She placed her materials on the nearest table, then scouted the vacant house.

It was roomy and spacious, and Hope couldn't help but briefly fantasize that one day she and Paul would own such a home. She wandered through the rooms, checking her

watch and ignoring the bout of nervousness that tweaked her. Dennis had said she would be meeting an important potential buyer, and she was anxious to make a good impression. She kept running the vital information about the house through her mind, practicing the presentation she would use on the prospective buyer.

She continued her inspection of the house, familiarizing herself with the various features. She strolled through the kitchen and opened a door that led into the garage. She gasped instantly, startled to see a muscular teenaged youth, stripped to the waist, hanging a rolled garden hose above a shelf. His beck was to her, but he obviously heard her surprised gasp. His head snapped around and he saw her over his broad, sweaty shoulder.

"Hi," he said, an easy grin spreading over his cute face. "Sony if I frightened you." He turned and headed slowly across the garage toward her, his smile broadening. "I'm Johnny Colson."

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.

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."

CHAPTER FIVE

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?"

Hope was dumbfounded. She gazed at the woman and gulped. Her throat was tight with fear and surprise, and the hammering of her pulse in her ears made her almost deaf. She felt her face blush crimson.

"Hey, lady, how long have you been standing there?" Johnny said, saving Hope momentarily from finding the courage to speak herself.

The older woman chuckled as she stepped up to Johnny and boldly touched his cock. She curled her fingers around the middle of his prick and started pumping slowly.

"Long enough, son," she said. "How 'bout it? Think you're man enough to handle both of us?"

The boy beamed a confident smile. "Beth of you and two more like you," he bragged, roaming his hands over the older woman's curvy hips and ass.

The woman laughed again in her throaty, husky tone and gave Johnny's prick an affectionate squeeze. She then began stripping off her pants suit, and Hope could only gaze in Open-mouthed amazement at the wild scene taking place before her.

"Man, this is my lucky day," Johnny said, waiting just until the older woman's tits came

into his view before starting to fondle and massage the enormous tit-melons.

"Why don't you get more comfortable, sonny" the woman said as she peeled off her pants suit and stood before Johnny and Hope, perfectly at ease with her nudity. "Take off those damn jeans."

He didn't have to be told twice, and as Hope watched the lewd action unfolding, a strange excitement began to tingle her through her embarrassed shock. It was unreal what was happening and she couldn't explain the gradual arousal sweeping over her as she viewed the older woman's sexy, nude body alongside Johnny's youthful, naked physique.

The older woman and the youth moved together, embracing. Their hands roamed over each other's body, exploring, discovering. The erotic spectacle began to thaw Hope's embarrassment and very soon she was experiencing pleasant vibrations of arousal once again in her pussy. Absently, from her perch on the countertop, the lusty blonde began rubbing her own tits as she watched the steamy action before her.

Within seconds, the older woman was escorting her new-found young stud from the kitchen. Hope jumped off the countertop and followed, only to find the two of them stretching out on the plush carpet of the living room floor.

"Thought we should get as comfortable as possible," the older woman said with a smile when Hope stepped tentatively into the living room. "This beats the cold, hard floor."

Hope flashed a nervous grin as she watched Johnny and the older woman roll together on the carpet. Johnny landed on top and sucked his face down to the woman's large tits. Giggling, the woman squeezed the boy's asscheeks and humped against his cock. She spread her legs, then wrapped them around the teenager's hips, locking him to her as he continued to feast on her tits.

"Yep, you're a live wire, sonny," the older woman snickered while winking up at Hope. "Don't worry, honey. I'll give him back to you shortly. Watching him lick your pussy just made me horny for a fast fuck."

Seconds later, the older woman had shifted her hips and ass beneath the teenager and had deftly captured the head of his cock between her puffy cunt flaps. A couple of expert moves and the boy's prick-knob was wedged into the socket of her black-haired pussy.

Hope sank down to her knees and touched her own pussy as she watched the heated action. Johnny jerked his hips and plowed his cock deep into the mature woman's cunt. The couple groaned together as their bodies bowed and

came together.

"Fuck me, now!" the woman ordered, giving his pumping ass a sharp slap with her opened hand. "Keep up with me now!"

The woman began humping in fast, rhythmic strokes, meeting the powerful fuck-thrusts the boy was offering. From her position beside them, Hope had a nice view of the teenager's hard prick slicing in and out of the woman's juicy cunthole. She was especially fascinated by the way Johnny's halls bounced and jiggled as he picked up the pace of his fucking.

"Yes, yyyeeesss, fuck me!" the woman gasped, bouncing her ass now up and down on the floor slamming her wet pussy back at the pile-driving, teenaged prick. "Fuck my pussy good and hard!"

Over whelmed by the lewd scene, Hope poked two fingers up her own cunt. Panting, she finger-fucked herself without taking her eyes off the wild fucking between the teenager and the older, dark-haired woman.

"Aaahhh, fuck, this is great!" Johnny biased, slamming his cock in and out of the older woman's pussy. "Your cult is nice and tight for a lady your age."

"Smart-month," the woman retorted, giving his ass another playful spank. "Just keep giving my pussy this good fucking."

The boy dipped his head back down to her tits and sucked one of her big, brown nipples between his lips. He chewed on the succulent tit bud without missing a stroke of the fierce fucking he was giving her pussy.

Meanwhile, Hope shoved a third finger into her soupy cunthole. She wriggled the digits inside her cunt. She bit her lip as the wild sensations leaped aver her.

Seconds later, the older woman twitched her hips and coned the teenager into a slow roll. The maneuver happened without his cock getting dislodged from her gripping cunt, and when the older woman landed on top of the boy, she growled as she sat flush on his rigid fuck pole. She threw her head back and shrieked as she began pounding her pussy up and down on his cock. She planted her hands on the boy's tits and squeezed as she rode his prick.

Hope was mesmerized by their action and she quickly fingered herself to a climax. She kept plugging her fuckhole with her fingers as her orgasm pulsated sweet vibrations throughout her pussy. At the same time she stared at the older woman's big, bouncy tits. She heard the wanton shrieks and howls of the two lovers and seemed strangely gripped in the erotic net of their fucking. Then, as if drawn into the scene, Hope moved toward them. Impulsively, under

a weird, spell that propelled her body automatically, she swung a knee over the boy's head and straddled his face.

From her cock-riding position, the older woman grinned her lusty approval of Hope's action reached to place a comforting, welcoming hand on the horny young blonde's shoulder jut as Hope settled herself astride the teenager's face.

Her mind was a daze. Her senses throbbed with pure lust and her body oozed a passion so intense she couldn't describe it. What was making her do this lewd, raunchy thing? How could she be so boldly taking part in this wild threesome with two other complete strangers?

The questions boggled her mind, yet her body controlled her actions. She was helpless to defend or to censor her actions. Her body was in charge, and Hope quickly surrendered to the strong pull of her body's demands. She lowered her juiced-up cunt down to the boy's face and immediately started rubbing her bushy cunt back and forth. She hissed and panted as the instant sensations blazed her nerves and scorched her cuntal tissues. She arched her spine and threw her head back just as the boy's cooperative, eager tongue lapped through her mushy cuntslit. She howled her own private ecstasy and savored the sweet pleasures that

engulfed her. Sharing this magic moment with these two other lovers seemed somehow quite appropriate as well as uniquely natural and expected.

Her puffy cunt flaps sizzled under the toying of the teenager's captive tongue and face. She twitched her hips and ass, dragging her pussy across his face, using all of it for her greedy pleasure.

As the lusty heat overwhelmed her, she reached down and carefully parted her creamy cunt flaps with her fingertips. Then, she sat down hard on the boy's face, aiming her spread pussy at his mouth. She impaled herself on his darting tongue, and groaned a guttural wail as his tongue immediately penetrated up through the shuddering cuntwalls and quivering membranes of her fuckhole.

Meanwhile, the more mature woman began bouncing up and down on the teenager's fuck pole in a fresh frenzy. She shrieked and squealed as she rode the youthful cock. She twisted and jerked as obvious sensations laced her nerves, and her pussy seemed to visibly grip the powerful young fuckmeat in a vise of syrupy heat. Her obvious delight was readily contagious, and Hope felt herself responding to more than just the boy's cunt lapping.

Both women screamed as their pleasure rose.

The older woman soon shuddered, her curvaceous body jolting in wild contortion while maintaining a secure seat on the teenaged prick. She bucked back and forth, then pitched from side to side, all the while bellowing an animal-like ecstasy that registered lusty echoes throughout the empty house.

Quickly, Hope's pussy burst open a shower of clear, hot juices as she experienced a thunderous climax. The depths of her cunt channel seethed in a convulsing storm, sending a flood of nectar down over the lodged cockmeat and out over the youthful face beneath her. Involuntarily, she clamped her inner thighs around the teenager's head as the mighty orgasm squeezed her fuck-tunnel. Her clit throbbed and pulsed and she automatically twitched her pelvis, rubbing her sensitive little love-button against the boy's chin.

The fires blazed inside her depths, jerking and twisting her atop the unsteady seat of his face. And through all of her joyous ecstasy, Hope managed to glimpse the Just-contorted expression covering the older woman's face. A strange spark flickered between the two women as their eyes connected. In the same instant, the telling message was transmitted and they reached for each other like old lovers finally being reunited.

Hope touched the other woman's naked flesh.

Her fingers grazed the satiny skin of the older woman's shoulder. Then, automatically, instinctively, she roamed both hands over the woman's big tits even as she leaned forward, drawing, her lips closer and closer to the other woman's mouth.

Hope's lips burned with new desire as their lips touched and their embrace was sealed. The two women held each other above the center of the prone boy beneath the two of them. At the same time, Hope was vaguely aware of the boy's grunts and groans, muffled by her own pussy pressing down over the mouth. She felt and heard the soft, purring moans of the older woman, and Hope knew the boy's jism was spurting up into the other woman's squeezing, milking pussy.

The women began a slow weave as they clung to each other. Their bodies swayed as if in a gentle, lazy dance, and Hope's senses ignited in lust when the older woman's tongue speared between her moist lips. She sucked on her female lover's tongue, and thrilled to the wild, wanton pleasure of what she was doing.

Her body seethed and teemed with renewed desire. Something delightful was happening inside Hope's body, and the horny young blonde didn't want anything to stop it. Her pussy tingled with reawakened arousal and more

sweet sensations rang through her.

She felt the older woman's hands caressing, fondling her tits, and more shock waves of ecstasy shot through her. Hope moaned and swayed, the pleasure making her body move and tingle. She returned the mature woman's feverish kisses, darting her tongue into the dark haired woman s mouth and thrilling to the erode pleasure of the act.

Another fire ignited in the depths of her pussy, and Hope groaned louder. She squirmed her cunt atop the boy's pinned head, letting her cunt juices trickle down over his mouth and chin. Her pussylips quivered and flexed, and her moist pussyslit seemed to heave with a life of its own. Her soupy cunt gash twitched and sizzled as arousal overtook her once again.

The older woman leaned even closer, her active mouth tracing over the succulent flesh of the younger blonde woman. Her lips teased and pinched at Hope's shoulders. Then, with the teenager's prick still firmly wedged inside her cunthole, the alder woman leaned forward enough to trap one of Hope's luscious tits between her lips.

Hope shrieked and clutched at the woman's head just as the woman chewed delicately on the sensitive, stiff nipple. The mature woman expertly rolled the tit bud between her lips, letting

her teeth graze the tender nipple. Gradually, she increased the pressure of her sucking, driving Hope wild with lust.

Panting and groaning, Hope grabbed at her female lover, reaching desperately for the other woman's huge tits. Her hands caressed and massaged the tits as Hope wanted to return the pleasure she herself was receiving.

Meanwhile, the teenager became impatient. His cock now drained and his face smothered by Hope's cunt, he squirmed and twisted, working his way out from beneath the weight of the two women. He wiggled beneath the nude female flesh, pushing until he freed himself. The two embracing women didn't seem to notice as he rolled away from them. He sat up finally bracing his back against the nearest wall, gasping as he gazed back at the heated lesbian action.

He continued to watch for several minutes as the older woman slowly eased Hope down flat on the carpet. The two female bodies pressed together and the women panted and sighed as they discovered each other. The boy pushed himself up and stared down at them a few more seconds.

"I've gotta get back to work," he rasped, backing toward the kitchen to retrieve his clothes. "Think you two will miss me?"

He chuckled throatily when he didn't get a

reply. In truth, Hope was momentarily unaware that the teenager was no longer beside them. She was too consumed by the wild thrill of another woman's naked body covering her own.

"You really like this, don't you?" the older woman husked, briefly lifting her mouth from the blonde's tits and gazing soulfully into her wide, blue eyes.

"It's fabulous," Hope gasped, trailing her fingers through the dark-haired woman's short curls and squirming erotically beneath her.

"Buckle up, because this is only the beginning," the older woman whispered.

She sucked one of Hope's nipples back into her mouth as she massaged Hope's other saliva soaked tit. Hope moaned deeply as the older woman ran her tongue-tip over the throbbing tit just as she pinched Hope's other nipple.

Suddenly, the pleasure overwhelmed Hope. She could no longer gather enough energy to keep fondling her companion. She lay back on the carpet and spread herself open for the other woman. Her pussy was soaked with her own cuntjuice and the teenager's spit, but all she could think about was the wild action she was so willingly involved with.

What would Paul say if he could see her now?

Even better, what would Dennis say? The last thought made in chuckle even as the older

woman's expert mouth and tongue drove her to another level of pure pleasure.

"What's funny?" the older woman breathed through a mouthful of titflesh. "Did I tickle you?"

"I was just thinking about my boss," she said, her voice thick and husky. "This would freak him to death."

The older woman smirked. "Then we better not tell him," she said, quickly returning to the feast of Hope's tits.

The older woman moved her knee against Hope's crotch and dry-humped the blonde while continuing to munch on her tits. Hope instantly trembled from head to foot as the sensations rumbled through her cunt gash.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Hope suddenly gasped, feeling her convulsing pussy reacting so strongly to the first intimate touch from the other woman. "I can't believe it!"

"Believe anything you like, but you were made for this," the older woman hissed, switching her oral attention to Hope's other tit.

Suddenly the woman's cold statement sent an icy shudder through Hope. She sat up partially and reflexively closed her knees together, obstructing the touch of the woman's leg on her cunt.

"Listen, this is new to me!" Hope said. "I'm

no lesbian! Got it! I love my husband and I love cock. You've seduced me into this and…"

"Take it easy," the older woman said with a soothing chuckle while puffing back and sitting on her haunches. "What we're doing won't make you queer. Stop worrying. I've got a husband, too. Resides, try telling that young stud who was just here that I don't like a hard prick and that I don't know what to do with one." She chuckled again and lazily caressed Hope's thigh with her fingertips while peering straight into the blonde's lovely face. "You and me are very much alike. We were both meant to enjoy sex. We've got hot cunts, and when there's no man around, we just have to do the best we can. Okay?"

A slow smile spread across Hope's lips. Suddenly she was chuckling too. "Well, I won't lie," she said softly, feeling her nipples tingle once again into stiff little darts. "You were sure driving me wild. My pussy is so wet and hot."

"That's all that matters," the woman said with a lewd wink. "By the way. My name's Marlena Robinson. I guess we should at least introduce ourselves."

Hope laughed and extended her hand. Then, quickly, she dropped her arm and shrugged. "I guess we're beyond the handshaking stage, wouldn't you say?"

Marlena giggled and moved back in on the lusty young blonde. "You could say that," she purred, diving her head right at Hope's honey covered cunt.

CHAPTER SIX

Marlena peppered wet little kisses along Hope's inner thighs and occasionally nibbled at the silky flesh. The horny young blonde gasped and groaned and began humping her hips and ass up and down on the floor. She moaned as the older woman gradually worked her mouth closer to the blonde-haired pussy.

Hope's cunt seemed to vibrate in sweet anticipation. The lusty blonde could hardly contain herself. The suspense and the longing

started driving her wild. Her cuntlips quivered and her clit throbbed. Her loud pulse seemed to be originating in the depths of her pussy passage, and Hope anxiously thrilled to what would soon happen.

Finally, the dark-haired woman moved her nose over Hope's pussy, tickling the toast-tinted fuzz of her cunt-muff. Marlena whiffed the intoxicating aroma of the younger woman's cunt as she grazed her lips and nose along the fragrant cunt gash.

Hope's cunt slit convulsed involuntarily. Her cuntal tissues flexed and trembled, and throughout her pussy the blonde felt tremendous ripples of raw pleasure teasing her senses.

"Please!" the blonde whimpered. "Oh, oohhhh, please! Don't tease me! Please!"

"Please?" Marlena whispered, her hot breath bathing the blonde's pussy. "Tell me, honey? Please, what?."

"Ooohhh, you know," Hope sighed, rocking her head slowly from side to side. Her big tits heaved with her every deep gasping breath. "Please do it to me. Do it to me now!"

"Do what?" Marlena insisted, dragging out the exquisite torture. "Say what you want, Hope. I want to hear you say it."

"Oh, fuck," Hope groaned, almost sobbing. "Why are you making me do this?"

"I'm not making you do anything, dear," the older woman snapped, nuzzling her chin lightly in the blonde's cunt-patch. "Tell me what you want me to do. I have to hear you say it."

"Shit, I want you to suck my pussy!" Hope blurted. "Suck me, damn you! Now, are you satisfied? I said it!"

Marlena chuckled throatily and deftly flicked her tongue along the extreme edge of the blonde's cunt-muff. "That wasn't so difficult, was it? I knew you could say it. So simple. So painless. Saying what you want should always be easy."

"God, Marlena, eat me!" Hope hissed, clawing at the carpet with her fingernails. "Just suck my pussy! I want your mouth on my pussy sucking the juice right out of me!"

"Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?" Marlena teased, slowly, deliberately placing her hands on the blonde's inner thighs and lowering her face again to Hope's pussy. "You've got such a beautiful pussy gash. Nice, big cuntlips and such deep pink pussy meat all waiting just for me to taste and kiss. Mmmmmmmm, I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as you."

Her horny words trailed off as the older woman finally put her lips against Hope's quivering, wet pussylips. She sank her lips into

the mushy, slick cuntal tissues, then quickly opened her mouth wide enough to suck in the slime-covered pulp that folded and creased just inside the younger woman's puffy cunt flaps.

Instantly, Hope growled her pleasure and brought her knees up to her tits. She squirmed her ass on the carpet, writhing in the throes of complete and total ecstasy. The older woman's tongue was like a serpent's as it expertly darted and scorched the blonde's supersensitive pussy pulp.

Hope felt the deep rumblings in the core of her fuckhole as well as the overwhelming heat that started searing throughout her cunt. Her cuntlips were gradually being violated by a drilling, licking tongue, and the feeling was sensational.

Marlena swirled her tongue around Hope's pussy and thrilled the horny young blonde by periodically tonguing Hope's clit. The blonde could only shriek and squeal in utter delight each time the older woman's tongue struck her clit. Her pussy was soon soaked with clear nectar, and Marlena merely lapped up the rich juice and continued drilling her tongue deeper into the mysterious cunt cavity.

Hope grated her ass now, twisting and turning under Marlena's searching lips and exploring tongue. She felt her cunt heave and

sputter repeatedly. Her clit seemed about to burst as the little bud throbbed and pulsed. Her meaty cuntlips engorged and the whole center of her being was attacked by a great pressure that sent her senses into wild turmoil.

Her climax exploded, sending marvelous sensations throughout her body. She screamed and growled as the pleasure kept building. Wave after wave of exquisite joy spread over her, and Hope felt as if she would never stop coming.

"Ooohhhhh, aaahhhhhh!" The sexy young blonde wailed, drumming her fists on the carpet and humping her ass up and down on the floor. "Mmmmmmm, yyyyeesssss! God, it's ssssooooo fine!"

Marietta continued licking the younger woman's pussy. Then, at the very peak of the blonde's tremendous climax, Marietta drilled a finger into Hope's asshole. With her mouth wide open over the blonde's cunt, she sucked up Hope's cuntal juices while finger-fucking the blonde's tight, hot shitter.

Hope shrieked as the ecstasy tore through her. She convulsed on the floor, squealing until she was hoarse and still the pleasure zipped over her. The unending orgasm jarred her thoroughly. And then, when she knew she couldn't stand any more of the wonderful torture, Marlena swiped her tongue against the blonde's

vulnerable clit.

The blonde went wild again. Tremors rocked her and her hoarse cries filled the vacant house. Her nerves continued to ring as the tremendous climax seared her bones.

"Shit, I love the way you come!" Marlena hissed, the words distorted by the exercise her tongue was getting flicking up and down over the blonde's clit. At, the same time, the older woman used two fingers of her free hand to drill into Hope's syrupy cunthole. "Aahhhh, I'm gonna drive you up the fuckin' wall!"

Seething, gripping pleasure roared through Hope. Marlena was finger-fucking her pussy and her ass and continuing to tongue her clit. The multiple sensations merged into one white hot fireball of raw ecstasy and refused to spare her the mighty waves of endless climaxes.

The heat built until finally there was no higher level possible. Hope screamed a guttural, animal-like wail that vibrated throughout the house. At the same time, her pussy rumbled, driving her to the very edge of consciousness.

Everything became a blur to Hope. Her arms and legs and the rest of her body seemed to go eerily numb. Her mind seemed hazy, and she felt something between dreaminess and peaceful unconsciousness.

From a far distance she heard Marlena's

muffled words, echoing off her mind. Hope stirred and blinked. She found herself peering up into the older woman's smiling face. She couldn't guess how much time had passed. All she knew was that the feelings were slowly coming back over her body. The awakening tingling nipped at her nerves and she felt the great glow of satisfied throbbing pulsing her pussy. She returned Marina's smile and slowly sat up.

"Boy! What happened?" Hope whispered. "The same thing you're about to do to me," Marlena snapped, stretching out on the floor and spreading her shapely legs. "Take your time, honey. Just do the things to me that you like having done to you."

Hope brightened at the idea. Suddenly she was excited to give the older woman the same pleasure she herself had just experienced. It seemed important to her. She didn't want Marlena to be cheated, and at the same time, Hope wanted to prove herself to the more experienced woman. She wanted Marlena to accept her as an equal. She wanted to make her come like the older Woman never had before.

Marlena's aroused anticipation was obvious as she stretched out on the floor. Hope watched as the older woman began squeezing her own tits and moving her legs open and shut. Hope took this special opportunity to study the

woman's lush, mature body. A flicker of envy zipped through the younger woman. The blonde could only hope her own body looked as alluring in her mid-thirties.

Hope had never before examined with such leisure and in such detail another woman's nude body. Now the strange excitements of before were quickly returning. The younger woman licked her lips as she gazed at the ripe fullness of Marlena's tits. The huge, round tit melons were topped with succulent, brownish nipples that stuck out like arrow tips. They formed silver-dollar-sized rings on the, ends of her tit melons, and Hope suddenly couldn't wait to tongue the enticing surface.

She directed her steady gaze downward, over the flat belly and stared at Marlena's cunt. She had never contemplated sucking a woman's pussy until this very moment. Now the idea sent a delightful flutter through her own pussy. The older woman s pussy was covered with a dense growth of jet-black hair, but through the dew sparkled pussy forest, Hope could glimpse the protruding slab of glistening pink pussy meat. The sight made the blonde's mouth water.

"Come on, Hope," the older woman urged in a throaty pant. "Do with your mouth what you're doing to me with your eyes."

Hope hesitated only slightly before leaning

forward over the lusty woman. She lowered her mouth to Marlena's mammoth tits and began running her lips and tongue over the luscious tit globes. Instantly, another sweet tremor raced through the blonde's pussy as she slowly traced her tongue over Marlena's nipples.

She took her time, sucking first one tit, then the other one. She toyed with the nipples, rolling them with her lips, then tickling them with her tongue-tip. She thrilled when the older woman soon started gasping and uttering soft little squeals.

As she worked on Marlena's tits, she braved an upward glance and saw that Marlena was obviously savoring the event. The older woman's eyes were closed and a dreamy expression covered her lovely face. Hope decided she was doing something right.

She drew a stiffened nippled between her teeth and bit down with just enough pressure to make Marlena moan. She repeated the exercise on the other nipple, then gulped a mouthful of ripe titflesh into her mouth. The young blonde sucked vigorously while letting her hands trace downward between the woman's long legs. She allowed her fingers to play in the curly nest of Marlena's pussy patch while she sucked hard on her tits.

Hope continued to we her mouth and teeth

to knead and caress the older woman's tits. At the same time, she grew bolder with her fingers. She slipped her fingers along Marlena's wet cunt gash, teasing her pussy slit and the slick pulp.

"Ooohhh! Yes! Right there!" Marlena suddenly gasped, her eyes popping open. "Keep stroking my clit! Mmmmmm, yeesss, that's so nice!"

The blonde delicately rubbed the hood of the older woman's clit, then isolated the throbbing, stiff button with her fingertips. She loved the way Marlena cooed and purred as Hope toyed with her clit. And through it all, Hope never hurried, never rushed. Slowly, deliberately, the blonde manipulated Marlena's clit as if doing it to herself.

Marlena raised her knees and began humping her ass. At first the older woman performed subtle humps before slowly rotating her hips in ever-widening circles. Her gasping and cooing soon became guttural whines as the pleasure obviously flowed through her.

Hope finally allowed her fingers to roam more freely over Marlena's torrid cunt gash. She danced her digits up and down the older woman's cunt silt while caressing the meaty cunt flaps with her palm. All the while, Hope kept sucking the woman's enormous tits, going from one to the other, giving each equal

attention.

"Aaahhhhh, fuck, that's wonderful!" Marlena growled, humping her pussy now up and down furiously at the blonde's fingers. "Lick my pussy! Do it now! Ooohhhh, lick it before I go crazy!"

Hope had wanted to prolong this wild foreplay, but she moved immediately at Marlena's command. In fact, the horny young blonde was just as eager to suck the older woman's pussy. It seemed the only way to soothe the pleasant aching inside her own cunt.

She released Marlena's tits and slid down her body until her face hovered over the woman's cunt. Her own excitement soared as she whiffed the older woman's pussy and eyed the luscious view up close. She teased the edges of Marlena's cunt with her nose and lips before finally planting a kiss directly on the center of the older woman's cunt.

"Aaahhhh, yyyyeessss!" Marlena groaned, momentarily going limp. "Ooohhhh, your lips feel so good there."

Hope extended her tongue and lapped it over Marlena's cunt gash, slicing her tongues tip through the creamy pussy gash just inside the torrid zone. She licked upward and used her tongue to caress and fondle Marlena's stiffened clit.

At that instant, Marlena yelled a guttural shriek and grabbed the blonde's hair. She pulled hard on the blonde's head just as she began humping her ass again, slamming her pussy against hope's face.

Hope responded automatically. She began licking the woman's cunt and frequently darting her tongue, like a tiny cock, just inside the woman's churning fuckhole. Marlena's wails filled the blonde's ears as the older woman, suddenly hiked her legs and let her feet rest on the blonde's back.

From this altered angle, Hope managed to stab her tongue straight into the older woman's pussy passage. She slithered her tongue deep inside the molten fuckhole and thrilled to the instant, delirious reaction from the older woman.

"Yes, yyyyeessss, yyyeessss!" Marlena shrieked, humping back at the thrusting tongue. "Tongue-fuck my pussy! Oh, God, that's it! Oooohhhhh!"

The blonde worked her tongue in and out of Marlena's cunt channel, drilling it deeper and deeper with every stroke.. She tasted the rich flavor of Marlena's pussy juices and loved the wanton sensation of the woman's cuntal muscles spasming and flexing against her snaking tongue. With her nose now pressed against

Marlena's clit, her lips flush against the slippery pink meat of Marlena's pussy pulp, and her tongue darting as deep as possible inside the convulsing cow of Marlena's fuck-tunnel, both women enjoyed the surging of unleashed passion.

The older woman's pussy gushed nectar and Hope hungrily drank it down. She was delighted by how sweet it tasted as she slurped it up and kept her tongue drilling for more. In the next few seconds, the blonde eased a finger down the older woman's asscrack and managed to plug her brownie just as Marlena had furiously squirmed her finger m Hope's ass.

Marlena's guttural gasps and squeals flowered into hoarse, bellowing cries as the young blonde eased her digit inside the tight, gripping shitchute. At the same time, the blonde's tongue continued spearing in and out of the older woman's pussy.

Hope's own pussy churned and convulsed automatically as she sucked Marlena's pussy and finger-fucked her asshole. If only that kid was still around, she thought. God, how she would love having a stiff prick nailing her own pussy from behind right now?

But the lewd thought quickly evaporated in the heat of the moment. Hope became consumed once again with Marlena's over-

whelmed reaction to the double-fucking she was getting. Additionally, the young blonde thrilled to her own lusty response. Her pussy, brimmed with cunt juice and her clit throbbed crazily. And just as Marlena squealed and convulsed through a thunderous orgasm, the blonde experienced her own marvelous climax. Her hot pussy shuddered and quaked and gushed a river of nectar even as she continued tongue-lashing the older woman's cunthole and fingering her slitter.

"Ooohhh, that's all," Marlena finally whimpered. "I can't take any more."

Hope rolled away and lay gasping for breath. She smiled as she gazed up at the ceiling and savored the pleasant afterglow of her own orgasm. Her lips and tongue ached, but she didn't mind. The sweet residue of Marlena's cunt juice on her mouth more than made up for the numb aching.

Following a few minutes of happy silence, Marlena sat up and grinned down on the young blonde. "I guess I should let you show me the house now," she said through a girlish snicker. "After all, my husband will want to know all about it."

Hope laughed. "I almost forgot why I was here," she said, getting to her feet and glancing around. "I haven't seen all of it myself."

"I wouldn't worry," Marlena said, casually slipping into her clothes. "You've sold me an the place." She flashed a wink at Hope. "I bet you'll have no trouble doing the same with my husband."

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next morning Hope couldn't keep the triumph out of her voice as she told Dennis Andersen she expected to deliver a signed contract on the house she had shown the day before.

"The wife loves the place," she told a skeptical Dennis as she slipped a couple of contracts into her briefcase. "I'm meeting the husband at ten. The wife is sure he'll like it.''

Dennis continued to appraise her through an

arched-brow expression. "Darling, liking a place and buying it are two different ball games," he said slowly. "I think maybe you're getting carried away. Besides, I've had that property listed for six months. Are you telling me you show the dump one time and the next day you move it?"

"What's wrong, Dennis?" she purred. "Didn't you hire me because you thought I'd be a natural at this game?"

He grinned. "All right, baby," he rasped. "Bring me back some good paper on that place, an I'll cat my words." His lips curled into a smirk as he eyed her curvaceous figure in her tight-fitting blouse and skirt. "I'll even eat something else."

Her spirits were high as she drove to the house. Everything she had told Dennis was true. Marlena had practically guaranteed her husband would approve of the house and agree to buy it. Now that would be some send-off for her new job! Two days on the job, and already moving a white elephant property! Dennis Andersen would have to take her seriously then. And Paul would have to be delighted when she showed him her commission check!

She was humming a merry tune as she parked in front of the house. She had to snicker as she remembered how much fun she had enjoyed

yesterday with both Marlena and the teenaged stud. This was becoming a dream job, and she couldn't wait to close the deal with Marlena's husband.

She spread listing sheets on the kitchen counter and had to smile again just recalling what had taken place the day before on that very countertop. She strolled into the living room and giggled aloud when she imagined whiffing the scent of the wild sex enjoyed so recently on the plush carpet.

When she heard the front door open, her heart leaped in sweet anticipation. She rushed to meet her clients with her prettiest smile.

She came face-to-face with a distinguished looking man of about forty. Marlena hadn't described her husband, but this man was amazingly close to what Hope had envisioned. He was trim and fit and looked well-to-do in a blue business suit. He was quite handsome in a rugged, masculine sort of way, and Hope felt an immediate response tingle in her pussy as she greeted him. With his well-groomed dark hair, alert brown eyes and firm, confident manner, he was what Hope liked in a man. She could easily picture him as Marlena's husband…

She introduced herself and allowed herself a fast scan of his body.

"Harry Robinson," he said, his eyes lingering

on the bulge of her tits pushing against the front of her blouse. "Marlena told me you were pretty, but she didn't tell me how much. This is a nice surprise."

Hope felt herself blush at his compliment. "Marlena didn't come with you, Mr. Robinson?" she asked, not revealing her slight disappointment. With Marlena present as she had expected, she figured she wouldn't be so nervous completing her first major transaction.

He shook his head and continued to look at her tits. Hope was used to this reaction from men she met for the first time, but she picked up a gleam in the man's eyes that vaguely unnerved her. Was it possible Marlena had told her husband about much more than the house? She wondered as an eerie shiver raced up her spine.

"She had another appointment," he said. "Besides, I don't think we need her, do you?"

She laughed nervously. "I suppose not, Mr. Robinson," she said.

"Call me Harry, honey," he said, stepping closer. "No point in being formal."

"All right. Harry," she said, her knees suddenly turning to rubber. She fought to control the sudden racing of her pulse and just as quickly realized that was impossible. "If you'll follow me, Harry, I'll show you the rest

of the house."

She walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom. All the while, she felt his eyes staring at her ass, and a strange mixture of excitement and panic gripped her. She was accustomed to being stared at with appreciation by most men, but with Marlena's husband it was different.

The sense that perhaps Marlena had told him about the sexy adventure of yesterday caused her uneasiness. He must think I'm a real slut, she told herself as her uneasy feeling grew stronger. Surely Marlena didn't tell him about yesterday! Surely! It wasn't the sort of thing a woman would tell her husband. Still, she knew people were very open these days about such things. Oh, God, what if he's here just to get what his wife got yesterday?

The wild worries and questions played through her mind as she automatically led him into the first two rooms. She spoke without thinking, going over the information about the house by pure memory and practice. Her pitch was down pat. And still he just gazed at her with hot, horny eyes.

"Well, Harry," she said before taking him through the rest of the house. "Any questions so far?"

He nodded and smirked. "Just one, Hope.

Why the fuck are you being so coy?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her worst fears coming true.

"Let's knock off the bullshit," he rasped stepping up to her and cupping her tits in his palms. He lifted them through her blouse as if weighing them while continuing to peer into her blue eyes. His smirk spread. "I thought Marlena was just trying to make me jealous. She told me all this wild stuff about you and, frankly, J thought she was making you up. I've got to hand it to that hat-cunt wife of mine. She sure knows a good thing when she finds it."

"I don't understand, Mr. Robinson," Hope said meekly, trembling now visibly.

"Harry," he corrected softly, squeezing her tits through her blouse and brushing against her body. "And I think you understand perfectly. Old Dennis Andersen doesn't miss a trick trying to close a deal. Shit, it makes sense he'd put a foxy whore in charge of selling his properties. Ballsy, but smart if it works to move houses."

"No, you're wrong, Harry," she said quickly, though her voice wobbled with a faint gasp. He was so skillfully fondling her tits that she couldn't help the slow arousal that swept through her. She felt a deep, throaty moan escape her mouth just as he began unbuttoning her blouse and reaching for her naked, aching

tits.

Hope stood helpless as he slipped his hands inside her unbuttoned blouse, reached around and effortlessly unhooked her bra. In the next second, her huge tits were jutting out, naked and exposed and under the equally skillful manipulations of his active hands. A fast, matching ache of desire began building in her pussy.

"Yep, old Andersen sure goes first-class," he mumbled, slowly leaning down and drawing his mouth closer to her tits. "When he does something, at least he does it right. I'll hand him that."

Before Hope could think, Harry was kissing her nipples. Her rubbery tit-tips tingled into stiffness and her tit melons immediately throbbed, She shivered as he sucked one of her tits fully into his hot mouth. Electric sensations zipped through her, dominating her pussy and fanning out to every region of her trembling body. She almost swooned as the desire raged inside her.

"Harry, you've got this all wrong," she said feebly, making one last attempt to set the record straight.

She wasn't sure what was going on, but she had a wild idea. Still, Harry obviously thought that she was part of some scam to sell houses for Dennis Andersen.

He chuckled through his mouthful of titflesh. She shivered once again as he scraped his teeth over her trapped nipple. Then he settled in to sucking leisurely on her tit while his hand lazily fondled and massaged her other lit. Her nipples jutted fiercely, stinging with fast arousal and desire. She couldn't believe it was happening to her again. But the primary worry that troubled her was the fact that she was responding so readily to another stranger. She was a happily married woman, she told herself. What's happening to me?

She uttered a soft little whine as she surrendered to the wanton demands of her body. She leaned back against the wall and brought her hands to rest limply on his broad shoulders. With a sob, she thrilled to the wild pleasure his mouth was providing as he sucked and licked her tit. She squirmed and squeezed her thighs together. She could feel the hot nectar ooze from her horny cunt. She could feel the host of sensations that jarred her senses as her body continued to spin out of control.

Harry spent several seconds servicing her other tit before drawing back and clutching just her nipple between his teeth. He flicked his tongue across the nipple, making her squeal softly, uttering yelping little sobs. The pain/pleasure of his technique sent her pussy into

automatic spasm, and Hope let herself go. No longer was she able to pretend she opposed what he was doing to her. She desperately wanted him to keep sucking her tits and to eventually stuff her pussy with his hard cock.

"Ooohhh, God!" she sobbed. "Mmmmmmmm, yes, yyyeessss!"

He nipped at her nipple with his teeth, sending sharp sensations over her body. Her tits heaved as her breathing became labored and husky. The way he gnawed and bit at her puckered tit-peak kept her trembling with surging lust, and kept her hot pussy quivering violently.

"Aaahhhhhh!" she bellowed when he finally sucked as much of her enormous tit-globe into his hot mouth. "Ooohhhhh!"

He munched greedily on her tit melon, loudly devouring the lush tit like a succulent fruit. He gobbled it into his mouth and washed it with his saliva. He sucked and licked, chewing on the satiny tit-mound until Hope thought her pussy would explode with an instant orgasm.

She lifted her hands from his shoulders to the back of his head and cradled him in place, sucking on her tits. She groaned and sighed as he feasted on her tits and sparked lusty fire in the pit of her fuckhole.

Her worries, her confusion and the troubling questions about herself couldn't sway her growing

lust. Somehow they only served to add to her lust. The wanton, raunchy things happening to her increased her sex need, and she couldn't bother with trying to understand it. The feeling and the sensations were there. And that was all that mattered.

Hope squirmed against Harry, loving the stiff feeling of his business suit. Everything added to her lusty pleasure. No sensation was too small to pass over her notice or recognition. Her whole body was alerted to the pleasure and eager to receive even more.

As her mind started spinning along with her body, she felt Harry abandon her tits as he gripped her hips under her skirt. She moaned with pleasure feeling his strong hands on her flesh, and she quickly squealed happily as his fingers hooked inside the waistband of her panties. He leered at her lust-contorted face as he worked her panties down over her ass and shapely thighs. She lifted her legs one at a time as he eased her panties completely off. And then his busy hands began working to unsnap her skirt.

When her skirt fell down around her ankles, she shuddered as the air bathed her nude flesh. With her luscious tits sticking through the unbuttoned folds of her blouse, her nudity from the waist-down gave her a particularly wanton,

lustful image. Her long blonde hair, partially covering her-lovely face, topped off her sexy appearance, and it was obvious Harry was tremendously enraptured by the sight. She had no trouble seeing the hard throbbing of his cock inside his pants fly.

She shuddered as his hands roamed up and down her naked thighs. She moaned as passion melted her. Gasping and trembling, her eyes bugged wide with excitement as the distinguished businessman slowly knelt to his knees.

"Oh, God, oooohhhh!" she moaned. "Yes, yyyeessss! Ooohh, yyyessss!"

She felt his breath on her pussy as he leveled his face to her cunt. Soon she felt his tongue licking her inner thigh, and her groans became pure, throaty squeals of utter ecstasy. Hot, clear juices oozed from her pussy and greeted the first flicks of his tongue.

"Ahhh, you're eating me!" she sobbed. "You're eating my pussy!"

She moaned and whimpered fervently as his tongue touched her tender pussy pulp. Her hips jerked spasmodically at his intimate touch, and she swooned as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

She felt plastered against the wall as Harry licked the full length of her upturned pussy slowly and deeply. His tongue rasped along her creamy cunt gash, not missing any part of her

cuntslit as it traveled from the tight pucker of her asshole to the downy fuzz edging her cunt mound. It was a total inspection with his tongue as the probing instrument, and Hope couldn't suppress the ecstasy that engulfed her.

"Oooohhh, so ggoooodddd!" she babbled, shaking her head from side to side and trembling from head to foot. "Ooohhh!"

Harry nipped at the fleshy folds of her pussylips, devouring her tasty cuntflesh with loud smacks. His tongue curled around her clit, and she tried desperately to choke down the guttural scream of raw delight that crashed through her throat. It felt so incredibly sexy, the ecstasy leaping to new bounds, raging throughout her body and leaving her to shudder and convulse against the wall as if being electrically shocked.

He wedged his head harder between her legs until he was practically resting his face beneath her pussy. From this awkward position, he was able to force his tongue to the hilt up into her quivering, spasming fuckhole. That was all it took. Her pussy jolted into heaving turmoil and a crashing climax rocked her. Her pussy juices flowed, gushing down into his opened mouth like water spilling through a dam.

"Ooohhhhh, fuck, I love it! I love it!" she wailed as her pussy poured out a shower of hot, slick nectar. "I can't stop coming! Ooohhh, I

can't stop coming!"

She felt his tongue drilling up into her cunthole, deeper and deeper. Even as she came, her cunt became hotter and hotter, intensifying her thunderous orgasm. The tight walls of her cunt closed around his invading tongue, milking it as if it were a cock. Her hips and ass twitched as her fierce climax jarred through her.

"Aaahhhhh, yes, yyyeessss!" she groaned, hunching against his face, fucking back at his tongue. "Shit, I love it so much! I can't get enough!"

At last the incredible waves of pleasure slowed, and Hope felt herself starting to slide down the wall. Harry moved swiftly, straddling and propping her up in place by grabbing her hips. He flashed a lewd smile and she thrilled to the sight of her own pussy nectar glistening across his lips and chin.

"Don't pass out an me now," he whispered, tugging off his tie and quickly unbuttoning his shirt. "That was just the warm up."

Hope groaned and closed her eyes. She savored the exquisite sensations that continued to echo through her senses. Her hot pussy still throbbed and her clit seemed numb by all the intense stimulation. She heard the rustle of his suit as he undressed in front of her, and she had to smile as she anticipated what marvelously

erotic action he now had planned for them. "I'm ready now, baby," he whispered.

She opened her eyes to see him standing before her nude. His cock was very impressive, jutting out stiff and thick from his hairy pain. It appeared almost as large as her husband's, but what instantly captured her attention was the size of his balls. They were enormous! She immediately compared them to grapefruits.

"You like what you see?" he coaxed, grinning confidently.

"Mmmm. Very much," she purred, pushing herself away from the wall and reaching down to cup those gigantic balls.

She palmed his balls and felt her cunt twitch automatically. She closed her warm hands around his precious balls and held them delicately as she gazed down on his surging prick. His cockhead was swollen, almost like a clenched fist. Purple veins laced his hard, thick cockshaft, and Hope had no trouble relishing the notion of that slab of fuckmeat being rammed into her soaked pussy.

"Well? Shouldn't you get better acquainted with him?" Harry rasped, placing his hands on the blonde's shoulders with just enough pressure for her to get the idea. "He likes to be kissed and pampered."

She grinned and slowly sank to her knees. She

gave his big, jizz-bloated balls an affectionate squeeze as she settled in front of him. She peered straight into the closed-eye of his piss-slit and licked her lips. She couldn't take her eyes off the enticing sight of his throbbing, twitching prick as she held his balls. His cock jerked, surging as it wobbled under her gaze.

"Enjoy it, honey," be rasped, petting her head and uttering a hoarse chuckle. "After the tongue-fucking I gave you, I think I earned a good suck."

Hope couldn't have agreed more. In truth, she was anxious to eat the distinguished man's prick. Her mouth watered at the prospect of sucking him off. She leaned forward and slowly curled her tongue over and around the mushroomy-shaped cock knob.

His cock had a clean flavor with just the hint of a soapy residue. Obviously, he was well prepared for what was happening, and Hope couldn't help but reflect on what Marlena must have told him about her..

Her soft lips formed a tight circle pressed against the swollen bead of his prick. As she pushed forward, she felt her lips stretch, expanding just enough to accommodate the bloated cock knob. She didn't stop when she had inhaled the crown of his prick. Instead she kept gulping up his fuckmeat, inch-by-inch,

skimming her lips firmly over the ivory surface of his cock-stalk.

At last her lips nudged the hairy root of his prick and his cockhead touched the back of her twat. She heard him groan and it thrilled her that she had managed to take all of his cock inside her mouth in one, steady gulp.

She rested momentarily, savoring the flavor of his cockmeat and her sense of erotic accomplishment.. She knew by the way he squirmed on his feet and tangled his hands in her blonde hair that he was getting all he had bargained for. She trembled with building passion as she continued to hold the entire length of his prick in her hot, wet mouth. A sense of womanly power sizzled over her, and she knew she was already performing up to his expectations.

She massaged his massive balls with her fingers as she sucked lightly on his prick. Her fingers fluttered over the hairy, leathery surface of his ball-sac, and she listened with pleasure to the throaty moans coming from his mouth.

"Aaahhhhh, fuck, honey." he mumbled. "You're a real expert cocksucker, aren't you? Shit, Marlena knew you'd drive me wild! That bitch is always right about these things."

Hope loved the aroma of him with her face pressed against the hairy tangle of his cock-

bush. His huge, taut balls filled her smallish hands and even seemed to pulse under her delicate stroking and fondling. She wiggled her tongue as much as possible while keeping his prick securely locked to the hilt inside her mouth. She thrilled to the sensations sweeping over her, and she judged that his soaring arousal wasn't far ahead of her own.

She was just starting to pull back and whip her head back and forth on his prick when she heard the heated voice of Dennis Andersen.

"Goddamn you, Robinson!" Dennis raged from the bedroom doorway. "I should've known you were behind this when my new girl was bragging about selling this dump her first day out. Sure as shit, here you are face-fucking my girl!"

Harry chuckled and quickly grabbed Hope's head, holding her in place as he began slamming his cock brutally in and out of her mouth.

"Lighten up, Andersen," he hissed. "How was this new girl gonna know she was entertaining your chief competitors?"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Hope's sudden fear was quickly replaced by real confusion. A gaped, stunned expression covered her face and her shocked gasps choked in her throat as she watched her boss, Dennis Andersen, casually stroll into the bedroom. His eyes danced over Hope's nude body as he uttered a short snicker. Then, with Hope too afraid to breathe, she watched as Dennis slowly started to strip.

"Fuck if I'll let you have her all to yourself,

Robinson," Dennis snapped, flashing a lewd wink. "She's still my employee."

Harry Robinson laughed. "She won't be for long if Marlena has anything to say about it. That slut wife of mine is really impressed with this hot little piece. We'll probably try to steal her from you."

Hope listened in dazed silence as the men calmly discussed her and her future. She felt invisible, but of course she couldn't dismiss the awkward situation of her being nude and kneeling on the floor, her opened mouth still only inches from Harry's prick.

"We can talk about it later," Dennis said, peeling off his slacks after kicking off his shoes. "But right now, Robinson, I'll admit you've found a better way to pass the time. She's quite a little cocksucker, isn't she?"

Harry chuckled and lightly rubbed a hand over Hope's blonde head. "Not bad, Andersen," he said. "But you always had a sharp eye. Shit, I've always said you have the best decorated agency in town. All those big tits and round asses spicing up your office makes you the envy of every guy I know. Too bad your business keeps slipping."

"Oh, don't cry for me, Robinson," Dennis retorted, standing now completely naked, his cock surging into a stiff hard-on. "The fringe

benefits sometimes outweigh the bottom line." He glanced at Hope and smiled lewdly as he stepped toward her. "Don't look so confused, honey," he said to Hope. "Harry Robinson and I have been business rivals for years. This is a special time, and you're gonna play a special part in it. Not often do Harry and I get a chance to share something as fine as you."

Hope tried to speak, but the two men converged on her too fast. She found herself being fondled by four roaming hands as they cased her up and closed against her. Two stiff hot pricks poked her satiny flesh, and she felt the dazing effects of her confusion, shock and erotic excitement spinning through her at once. It was too much to figure out, and the men were making sure things happened too fast for her to try. She was forced into helpless surrender, vulnerable and pliable for the two horny men as they sandwiched her, caressed her and pecked kisses on her body.

She shuddered as wild excitement soared inside her. What was happening overwhelmed her, leaving her breathless, speechless and more thrilled with wanton expectation than at any time in her life.

"I think you should get back to the nice work you were doing before your boss interrupted us," Harry whispered, showing Hope a sneering

grin as he clasped his hands behind her neck and gently coaxed her to lean forward.

At the same time, Dennis positioned himself behind Hope and grabbed her hips. The men had her bend forward at the waist as she planted her feet shoulder-width apart on the floor. They made her stretch until she was able to capture Harry's cock in her mouth. This left her ass exposed perfectly for Dennis, and Hope shivered as his hands roamed freely over the backs of her thighs and her upturned asscheeks.

Her standing, bending position was slightly uncomfortable, but she didn't have the chance to complain. Her mouth was quickly stuffed with Harry's prickmeat, and he was eagerly pounding it down her throat. Her big tits dangled and jiggled as she grabbed Harry's thighs to brace herself.

Meanwhile, Dennis knelt behind her and began licking the backs of her thighs. Hope instantly swooned while sucking on Harry's pile driving cock. A raw heat raged inside her cunt as she felt Dennis's hot breath filter over her upturned pussy. Gradually, his tongue-laps neared her pussy, and she shivered with anticipation as she sensed he was about to flick his wet tongue over her cunt from behind.

Dennis squeezed her round asscheeks as he dabbed at her gushy cunt with his tongue. He

speared her puffy cuntlips with his tongue-tip, then licked in broad swipes the meaty cunt gash peeking at him between the tops of her legs.

"She was made for this, Andersen," Harry croaked. "She loves getting down like a shotgun, and getting herself plugged front and back."

Hope groaned as her boss used his tonguetip to toy with her clit. Though the position was awkward, she thrilled to Dennis's adroit talent at zeroing in on her sensitive little love-button from this difficult, unique angle. At the same time, her pussy glazed with nectar and her cuntwalls spasmed involuntarily from the wild excitement.

Her tits throbbed and ached with pleasant sensations as she munched and sucked greedily on Harry's whipsawing cock. He was using her mouth just like a hot pussy, and Hope was loving it.

Already her jaws were beginning to ache from the strain of receiving Harry's drilling cock in and out of her mouth. Her neck muscles burned from the pressure of holding her head aloft to meet the thrusts of his face-fucking prick. And all the while her knees trembled and threatened to buckle from the awkwardness of her lewd position. But still, the sexy young blonde was getting off tremendously from the erotic sensation

the two men were giving her.

Dennis finally drove his stiffened tongue straight into her fuck-tunnel, scorching her tender pussy tissues and driving her wild with lusty desire. She tried to cry out as the pleasure bombarded her, but Harry's cock banging in and out of her mouth made that impossible.

"You ever gonna fuck her, or just lick her to death?" Harry rasped as he yanked on Hope's long blonde hair while fucking her face. "I thought this was all about giving her some double-fucking action."

Dennis glanced up briefly. "All in good time, my man," he said, giving Hope's upturned ass a playful spank. "I'm just working up my appetite."

Harry shrugged. "Suit yourself, Andersen. I'm about to soak her tonsils. Then, if you don't beat me to it, I'm planning to give her cute little pussy a good hosing."

The sounds of the two men snickering and chuckling rang in Hope's ears. Strange, wanton sensations played over her nerves, and she didn't try to understand it. Something about being used and forced into this lewd submission by the men made the lusty blonde hot and horny. All she knew was that her pussy was on fire, churning and convulsing with a need for much more than Dennis Andersen's playful

tongue-flicks. She needed cock. Hard cock! She needed to be fucked, to be ravaged and brutally used by these businessmen.

A soulful wail escaped her throat through Harry's pumping prick, and she felt the resulting vibrations shiver his fuck-meat. Her lips Mt blistered from the pounding of his rock-hard cock in and out of her hot mouth, and she knew it would only be seconds until he blasted his load down her throat. She squeezed her fingers into his hard thighs and panted as she fought to maintain the position the men had forced her into. When, momentarily, her knees gave way, she realized there was no danger of her collapsing face-first to the floor. Both men were holding her in position, using her mouth and her upturned pussy to their best advantage. And Hope was thrilled by it all!

She wriggled her ass back against Dennis's face and felt his tongue skewer through the creamy membranes of her cunt-socket. She gasped and automatically clamped her lips hard Mound Harry's cockshaft. In the next instant, Dennis started whipping his tongue in and out of her soupy pussy tormenting her fuckhole with wondrous licks and snips of his lips and teeth.

A whole host of sensations engulfed her, and Hope had never experienced anything quite like it. Her body shuddered, and even her aching

mouth sent signals of raw ecstasy to her lust numbed brain.

Incredible, just as Harry began to shoot off, Dennis surprised her by quickly flicking his tongue-tip up her ass-crack. His tongue swabbed her asshole and her resulting cries were immediately muffled by the sudden explosion of Harry's thick jism down her throat.

She gulped even as her body trembled. Her boss continued to lap his tongue against her puckered little shitter, and the delirious blonde swooned on her feet. She somehow managed to gulp Harry's jizz, and she thrilled to the way the salty spunk sizzled her tonsils.

Harry grunted and kept ramming his fuckmeat in and out of her mouth. His come shot in thin ropes, drowning her throat as he fucked wildly. His hands twisted her hair and jerked her face into the proper position to take the full, brutal thrust of his spitting cockmeat.

Meanwhile, Dennis poked, the tip of his tongue into her clenched asshole. His chin grazed her bushy pussy, and the combination of sensations overwhelmed the sexy young blonde. She continued to gulp steadily at the hot, molten tide of Harry's spunk, enjoying the wanton act of swallowing his load thoroughly. She wanted to savor the feast of the man's pulpy come, but with what her boss was doing behind

her, any sort of concentration was impossible. She was operating strictly on instinct and in the command of her lusty body. Automatically, she wiggled her ass in small circles, gasping as Dennis's tongue knifed deeper into her asshole. Soon Harry eased his wilting prick from her mouth but he continued to hold her head in place, maintaining her position. He chuckled as he watched the other man tongue the blonde's shitter, and he passed the time by reaching for

Hope's dangling, jiggling tits. He squeezed her huge tit-melons with one hand while stoking her silky blonde hair with the other.

Suddenly, Dennis stood behind Hope and gave her asscheeks another slap. "My turn for some fun," he snapped, winking at Harry. "Get ready, honey. This is going to be my pay day."

Hope turned slightly to look at Dennis over her shoulder. She managed a fast glimpse of her boss before Harry roughly jerked her back around to face his crotch. By now, the blonde's knees were rubbery and her thighs trembled from the pressure of being locked in this awkward stance. But in spite of that, Hope was eager to have Dennis's big prick rammed into her hot pussy. Sucking off Harry had only added to her excitement, and now she was anxious for a hard-pumping cock to split into her pussy from behind.

Dennis slid the thick length of his cock along the sticky slit at her cunt, thrilling the sexy blonde beyond her wildest dreams. She gasped and panted and uttered soft little whimpers as he used his cockstalk to toy with her cunt gash. She closed her eyes and silently wished he would get on with it. God, how she needed his cock inside her pussy! She was desperate for a good, hard fucking. And being forced into this upright, dog-style position by the two men only added fire to her raging lust.

"Watching you suck off my business rival upsets me, Hope," Dennis whispered hoarsely, still grazing his cockshaft along her pussy gash, washing it all with her cunt juices; "I'm gonna have to do something about that.. But I'm sure you knew that. Some women like you just have to be bad so they can be dealt with. Lucky for you I'm the guy that's willing to punish you for it."

She heard his raspy words, but couldn't make much sense of them. Her passion and desire was too great for her to concentrate or to guess at what game Dennis was playing. All she knew was his cock was hard and hot and rubbing against her cunt, driving her crazy with raw lust.

"Then do it, damn you!" she suddenly blurted, her words a gushing hiss. "Fuck me, Dennis! Puck me hard and deep and fast? Puck

me as hard as you can!"

Both men chuckled. Harry squeezed her tits, then jerked her hair, forcing her to lift her head and stare straight at his saliva-glazed prick. At the same time, Dennis lifted his cock from her pussy and dragged his prick-knob along her ass-crack.

In the next second Hope realized what was going to happen. Her nerves froze as both fear and excitement zipped through her. This was going to be the punishment Dennis had mentioned. She realized it just as she felt his spongy, bloated cockhead touch her puckered asshole. She gasped, choking off a hoarse squeal.

"Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned, feeling herself tense. "Don't hurt me," she whimpered, the plea barely audible.

Dennis merely grunted and slid his hands around her hips to lock her in place. A second later, he drove his prick into the tight-fisted hole of her shitter, and the blonde wailed a guttural shriek that echoed throughout the vacant house. He stopped with his cock halfway imbedded into her buttery shit-chute. Then, squeezing her hips, he grunted again and slammed the rest of his cockmeat into her whole.

Hope screamed and her body shuddered. Her ass was totally nailed with cock and the pressure was tremendous. The heat consumed her and

she was immediately bombarded with sensations of both pain and pleasure. When he began pulling out his cock, the friction increased along with the heat, and a slow grin spread over her lips. Despite the discomfort, Hope was quickly realizing the sheer delight of this forced assfucking. Her senses sizzled and her pussy convulsed automatically. Her clit throbbed and her aching tits and stiffened nipples thrived on the rough handling Harry was giving them.

Pleasure flooded her, and the horny young blonde found herself suddenly ramming herself backward, impaling her ass on Dennis's sturdy prick. She fucked back at his drilling cock until the couple developed a steady, furious rhythm to their fucking.

Dennis's prick, greased by the blonde's cunt juices, slid in and out of the tight shit-channel, making both of them grunt and groan with pleasure. The buttery depths of her ass-chute squeezed the invading fuckmeat, allowing the blonde to feel every ridge, vein and dimple along the ivory slab of prick-meat.

The wild sensations flooded over into her pussy, and she howled with delight when Dennis stabbed two fingers up into her seething cunthole. The result brought an instant climax that jarred the blonde's senses and sent her shapely body into contortions that almost freed her

from Harry's firm grip of her head.

She yelped and squealed and cried out as Dennis kept pumping his huge prick into her asshole and drilling his fingers into her churning cunt channel. His hairy, tight balls slapped against the back of her thighs each time he nailed her shitter to the limit with his prick, and Hope couldn't get enough of it.

She arched her spine to give her ass even more upthrust and to provide him with an even better target. Her responses to this brutal ass-fucking and finger-fucking became wilder and more heated. She grabbed desperately for Harry's recovering prick and attempted to stuff the uncoiling cockmeat into her mouth. All the while, she heaved and wiggled her hips and ass and pussy, surrendering completely to the raunchy pleasure of having all three orifices plugged.

Harry laughed throatily as the blonde hungrily devoured his surging cock. He kept massaging and squeezing her tits as he hammered his prick into her mouth. At the same time, Dennis continued to fuck her ass and finger her pussy from the rear, bringing the lovely blonde to quivering, uncontrolled ecstasy. And then, in the midst of this overheated action, the trembling sensations rocking the three of them brought on a collapse.

Dennis fell backward, his legs giving way as

he pulled Hope down on his lap. The blonde was helpless and found herself being carried downward until she landed sitting on his lap, her ass impaled on his surging cock. Harry followed them, still hammering his prick into the blonde's receptive, greedy mouth, but he managed to remain standing on wobbly legs. He clutched the back of the blonde's head as he fucked her face and squeezed her jiggling tit-melons.

"Oooohhhhh!" she bellowed, squirming on Dennis's prick, letting her asshole flex and spasm against the. trapped fuckmeat. "Aaahhhhh!"

With more helpless wails of joy, Hope convulsed as Dennis jabbed his cock against her bowels while stabbing his fingers into the depths of her pussy passage. Her heart pounded erratically and her senses threatened to overload as she came again and again.

Moments later, Dennis cried out and hunched against her with an incredible, frantic shove of his cock just as he emptied his load of jism into, her hot asshole. Thick, pulpy wads of jizz creamed her bowels, coinciding perfectly with the delectable sensations of her own blissful, multiple orgasms.

Before the pleasure began to fade through Hope's cunt and her ass, Harry's cock leaped

inside her mouth and sent another load of trickling spunk down her throat. She gobbled it up, glutting on the salty feast, relishing every delicious second. And then, she went limp, letting the two men keep her propped up.

Minutes later, she felt herself being jostled gently as Dennis freed his prick from her clutching shitter. She was still limp and listless as the men stretched her out on the floor.

She blinked open her eyes and saw them smiling down at her. She returned their smiles and moaned.

"I think she still wants to play," Harry chuckled.

"My-best employees love to work over time," Dennis retorted.

Harry glanced sharply at Dennis, and Hope could see Harry's lips stretch into a grim line. "I'm prepared to make her an offer to come to work for my agency. I'm just warning you, Dennis. No misunderstandings."

Dennis shrugged, then flashed a smile down on Hope. "I think Hope will decide to do the right thing," he said softly, giving her a subtle wink. "After all, she knows I was there when she needed a job in the first place."

Dennis grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled them on. He dressed quickly, then lingered at the doorway when Hope slowly sat

up. "See you back at the office," he said to her with a dazzling smile and another wink.

Harry took her arm and helped her to her feet. She faced his charming smile. "Marlena and I will both be waiting for you at our office, honey," he said softly, giving her nipple a parting tweak of affection.

Now alone and dressing, Hope knew both men would be disappointed.

CHAPTER NINE

"You can't quit just like that!" Dennis thundered through the phone. "I'll… fuck, I'll tell your old man how you've been whoring yourself out since coming to work here! I'll tell him that I caught you and fired you!"

Hope sighed and fought the fear she felt from his dangerous threats. She forced herself to stay calm. She squeezed the receiver.

"Do what you have to do, Dennis," she finally said softly before hanging up.

She stared at her kitchen phone for several seconds, afraid that it would ring again and she'd hear more wild threats from Dennis, or more cooing, seductive whispers from Marlena. Since she had informed the owners of both real estate agencies yesterday of her decision to no longer work, her phone had been ringing hourly.

Dennis, Harry and Marlena had been trying to change her mind, while also pitching their own agencies as the best place for her to resume her part time career. The promises and the threats had become increasingly desperate from the three of them.

Hope turned away from the phone and busied herself fixing more coffee. It was mid-morning and as she sat at the dinette and sipped coffee, she realized how anxious she was to get back into her housecleaning routine. It had taken just a few days for her to realize how much she missed taking care of the house for Paul and to be home when he got there with good meals prepared for him. It was her husband that she wanted to devote herself to. She loved him and the fear of destroying their marriage had been the key motivation behind her sudden decision to quit her job.

Of course other reasons influenced her decision. As she finished her coffee, she reflected how easily she had been lured into

wanton sex during her short tenure with Dennis. It frightened her to know how readily she let herself be used by the people she met. But what had bothered her most was her response to the wild fucking and even to the lewd lesbian encounter with Marlena Robinson.

A slight tremor shuddered through her now as she recalled that wild scene. Disturbingly, she felt her pussy moisten and her nipples tingle into stiffness as the lewd images flashed through her mind.

She pushed away from the table and retrieved the vacuum cleaner from the hall closet. Getting to the household chores would, she decided, make those disturbing thoughts vanish.

When the doorbell rang thirty minutes later, she was well into her vacuuming, but still maddeningly engrossed in those wickedly lewd thoughts. She tried to ignore the horny twitching in her cunt as she went to answer the door.

She opened the front door and gasped softly upon seeing a good-looking, athletic-type guy of about her own age standing on the porch. He had curly blond hair, a sun-tanned face with even, masculine features and a bright, friendly smile. Instinctively, Hope's pussy throbbed in animal-kb response to the handsome surprise visitor.

"Pardon me, but I'm Joe Daley," the young

man said. "I moved in down the Street earlier this week."

"Yes?" Hope said, her heart pounding as lusty excitement swelled inside her.

"I wanted to borrow a cup of sugar, now that we're neighbors," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he made a subtle glimpse of her alluring body.

Hope smiled as a light blush colored her face. Suddenly, she was self-consciously aware of her skimpy attire. She was wearing a simple white shirt, the front flaps knotted beneath the ample swell of her braless tits, revealing her flat belly. White shorts hugged her curvaceous hips and ass while revealing her long, tapered legs. Under his hot gaze, she felt both flattered and a little uneasy. He was practically raping her with his eyes.

"A cup of sugar?" she repeated, her smile broadening. "But I don't see a measuring cup. Do you want me to furnish that too?"

He chuckled as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "Yeah, well, I might as well admit it," he said, ducking his head. "I really wanted an excuse to meet you. I've seen you going off to work in the mornings, and today when you didn't leave I wondered if you were sick, or something."

The knowing smile lingered on Hope's face

and she used this opportunity to check out his body. When her eyes reached the bulge in front of his slacks, her pussylips quivered once again. Wanton impulses surged throughout her body, and she quickly gave up trying to suppress than.

She stepped away from the doorway and silently beckoned him inside. When he stepped over the threshold, she closed and locked the door behind them.

"Why were you so anxious to meet me?" she asked softly.

His eyes riveted on her tits. "Are you kidding?" he rasped, stepping up to her. "I'm just a sucker for anything built like you."

Excitement pounded her and the hammering of her heart filled her ears. "You like my tits, don't you?" she whispered.

"What do you think?" he said, covering her quivering tit mounds with his hands and lightly squeezing the firm, huge tits through her shirt. He fondled her tits gently as Hope moaned. She leaned her head back against the door and arched up against his caressing hands.

"That's nice," she purred. "I love having my tits played with by a gentle, strong man.

"I bet they taste as good as they look," he rasped.

"Why don't you find out?" she sighed.

He unbuttoned her shirt and carefully peeled

back the folds to expose her huge tits. He gazed at the ripe, round tit-globes before lowering his mouth to one stiff nipple. He squeezed it between his lips, making Hope groan a guttural little squeal. He started nipping at the tender tit bud, using his lips, teeth and tongue to arouse her nipple into a stiff, rubbery dart.

"Ooohhh, yes, I love that," she cooed. "Suck all of my tit. Oh, please, suck it all into your mouth."

Hope's hands fluttered up over his hips, then around to his slim ass. She squeezed his manly asscheeks through his slacks and moaned as he sucked as much of her tit-melon as possible into his hot mouth.

Moments later he moved his mouth to the deep valley between her tits and licked the satiny crevice as she trembled with passion. He then went to her other tit and sucked it gently. He roamed his hands over her round ass and her thighs as he sucked and chewed on her tits. He moved from one tit to the other, licking and sucking and gently biting until Hope was going wild, panting and nudging his crotch with her knee as she writhed against him.

He hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her shorts and unbuttoned them without taking his hungry mouth off her tits.

"Yes, yyeeessss, Joe," she crooned. "Strip

me and fuck me! Give me your cock, Joe! Fuck me, please!"

She clung to him as he jerked her shorts and panties down over her hips. She rubbed her knees together and wiggled her hips, helping as her shorts fell around her ankles. Impatiently, she stepped out of her shafts and panties and melted into his embrace, now wearing only her unbuttoned shirt.

He wedged a hand between her legs and brushed his fingers across her cunt-muff. Hope trembled as her lust accelerated. She groaned and panted as she squirmed against him. She clutched at his broad, strong shoulders, then squealed a soft little sob of pure pleasure then he poked a finger up into her sloppy-wet cunt socket.

He teased her cunt-opening with his fingertip, never going deeper than the first knuckle. Then, he caressed her soupy cuntslit with his fingertip until he grazed the throbbing stub of her clit. She instantly bellowed a guttural cry and twitched as the sparks of pleasure shocked her.

Within seconds, she could no longer contain herself. She reached down desperately for his cock. She squeezed the hard lump tenting the front of his tight-fitting slacks, then groaned with mounting frustration as she fumbled with

the zipper of his fly. As her desperation and frustration grew, he suddenly chuckled and used his free hand to unzip his pants and to guide her hand inside.

At last her hand closed around his naked slab of prick-meat, and she thrilled to the way his cock leaped against her grasp. Her fingers busily explored the new cock and her excitement rushed forward even more as she discovered his fuck-meat to be of mammoth size.

"That's what I need," she whispered, her voice hoarse and thick. "Fuck me now, Joe. It's what we both want. It's why you're here. Don't torture me any longer. You know I'm a nympho slut. I'm no good for my husband. I'm good just for fucking. Do it, please. Fuck, I love it so much! It's all I can think about! It's all I need! Give me your big prick, Joe! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

She continued to babble and whimper as he fingered her clit and gradually returned to rubbing the meaty, slick folds of her cuntal membranes. He moaned as his cock suddenly surged inside her pumping fist.

"All right, honey," he rasped. "You're going to get my cock. I'm gonna slam it to you. Fill your juicy, hot pussy and make you scream while you come and come."

"Mmmm, yes, yyyeessss!" she cried, squeezing

the fat middle of his cockshaft with both hands and eagerly guiding it against her cunt gash. "I want your cock! I want it now!"

She stood on her toes to gain the proper angle in which to feed his cock to her pussy. She spread her legs just enough and braced herself against the door as she frantically wedged his bloated cock knob against her pussy socket. She cried out as his engorged prick pressed between her creamy cunt flaps. An immediate pressure threatened to stretch her cunt socket, and the lusty young blonde uttered a shrill squeal as she humped her hips and impaled her pussy on his mushroomy cockhead.

"Aaahhhhhh, yes, yyyeessss!" she sobbed, pressing her weight against his prick. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!"

He jerked his hips and plowed more of his huge prick into the wet tunnel of her fuckhole. Her tight, spasming cunt channel stretched to accommodate his massive, invading cockmeat, and the blonde shrieked as the pleasure consumed her. Her big tits heaved between the spread folds of her shirt, her fat nipples jutting into lewd arrows.

Then, with another jerk of his hips, he drove all of his cock up into her sucking, hungry pussyhole. At the same time, he whipped his hands around to cup her ass. He lifted her

effortlessly, nailing her with his prick and. squeezing his hands into her naked asscheeks.

She squealed and automatically locked her ankles around his calves as he held her aloft, suspended on his prick with her back braced against the door. She cried out as he started bouncing her slightly on his cock and poking his prick-knob deeper and deeper into her churning depths.

Her pussy muscles sucked at his cock and her cuntwalls flexed and heaved. Her slick nectar drenched the imbedded prickmeat, and she wailed a low, hoarse groan as an orgasm rocked through her. Her entire body shuddered and quaked, and her pussy clamped around his huge cockshaft. Her heaving fuckhole milked at his prick, and his response was immediate and aggressive.

He grunted as he tightened his grip on her ass. He began slamming his cock in and out of her spasming pussy passage, banging her against the door. She clung to him, her ankles still locked around his calves and, her hands interlocked in back of his powerful neck.

Hope savored this exquisite fucking. Her body tingled as every pore of her flesh oozed with sensation. Her pussy convulsed, sucking his prick, drawing him inside even as his fuck thrusts hammered his cockhead into her womb.

Her eyes glazed with passion as he continued to fuck her. She groaned as he pressed his handsome face against her tits and kept fucking her in short, jerky strokes. He chewed on her nipples as the sensations engulfed her. His huge prick had stretched her pussy to its limit, and Hope was in heaven.

"Fuck me, Joe!" she cried. "Don't ever stop fucking me! Ooohhh, shit, your cock ja so big and hard! Keep fucking me hard and deep!"

He gulped on her tits with his mouth while slamming his prick in and out of her juicy pussy.

– By now, her hips were slamming against the door, but she didn't notice. Her lust was spiraling from the depths of her cunt-core, filtering out to every region of her lust-tossed body. She couldn't get enough!

Then, as his cock leaped inside her clinging pussyhole, he backed away from the door, clutching her ass and carrying her with him. He sank to his knees in the entry hall and steadied himself on the cool tile floor before easing Hope down to sprawl out before him. Her hot pussy held his prick securely and firmly as he leaned over her and grinned down on her beautiful face..

"You are one sweet cunt, honey," he hissed. "The fuckin' best!"

He pumped his cock into her pussy, slicing

through the pulpy tissues and plugging her pussy passage to the limit. The force of his sudden fuck-stroke made her gasp as she arched her spine and shoved her cunt up to meet the full force of his hammering cock.

"Ooohhhh, you're fucking me so good!" she sobbed. Her hips lifted more as she gave herself to his prick totally. "Sssooo fuckin' good!"

She lunged forward and almost sat up as she reached behind him to grab his ass. She pulled on his taut asscheeks while continuing to hump her pussy against his drilling cockmeat. Whimpering and squealing, she thrashed against his prick, willing him to pound her pussy that much harder and faster.

As he built the tempo of his fucking, Hope fingered the crack of his ass. Her pussy spasmed repeatedly and she yelped as another climax shuddered through her. At the same time, her finger found his tight asshole and she thrilled to his startled gasp as she rimmed the puckered opening with her fingertip.

She probed and pushed, working her finger deeper into his hot shitter. Instantly, she was delighted as her lewd action seemed to cause his fucking to gather even more speed and intensity. Soon, she was keeping time, with Joe's cock-thrusts with her pumping finger moving in and out of his ass. As he fucked her pussy,

she finger-fucked his ass.

He grunted and growled just as his huge cock taped inside her gripping fuckhole. His balls tightened against her upturned ass, and she used this opportunity to ram her finger to the hilt into his ass-chute.

Joe howled and arched his back, lifting his head high as his big cock spumed and shot thick wads of come straight into her womb. His asshole clamped around her imbedded finger at that precise moment, and Hope received the added treat of a thunderous orgasm rippling throughout her ravaged cunt channel.

They hunched together, slamming their bodies against each other as they both cried out their ecstasy. They kept fucking at each other until the rapture gradually faded and slowly floated them down to the sweet savoring of echoing climaxes.

"That was the sweetest cup of sugar I ever borrowed," he said later as their breathing regulated and their limbs went limp.

"Mmmmmm. Feel free to borrow some any time," she purred. "That's what good neighbors are for."

CHAPTER TEN

Two weeks later on a Saturday afternoon, Hope was passing time doing some long neglected yard work. In truth, she was waiting and wondering what was taking Paul so long. He had been gone more than two hours and she was getting worried. He had left for the store to get beer and some odds-and-ends-a chore that shouldn't have taken more than thirty minutes.

All sorts of explanations raced through her

mind as she pulled weeds in the flowerbeds at the back of the house. And most of the thoughts were frightening. Still, she kept telling herself that Paul was a good driver, level-headed and certainly not inclined to wander off to a bar. She even thought perhaps he had a woman stashed somewhere and that would explain his long absence.

But she had to chuckle at that notion. Nat Paul, she told herself. Her husband wasn't the type. Oh, he was good-looking enough and had plenty going for himself. After all, she had fallen in love with him, hadn't she? She had decided against her part time job and all the wild, sexy adventures that went with it because she valued her marriage, hadn't she?

Finally, her concentration totally lost on the yard work, the sexy blonde wife went into the house, washed her hands and wondered what she could do now to pass the time. She surveyed her sweat-streaked looks in the dressing table mirror and decided to take a shower. She was partially undressed when she heard Paul come in the house.

She went running from the bedroom to him. She was naked from the waist up, her big tits bouncing provocatively when she met her husband in the kitchen.

"Hey, this is some welcoming!" Paul said

happily, a wolfish grin spreading his lips as he braced himself against his wife's embrace.

"Oh, Paul, I was getting worried," she gasped, squeezing against him. "What took so long?"

"I have a surprise for you," he said mysteriously, winking as he pushed her back just enough to gaze appreciatively at her well shaped, enormous tits. "I'll tell you later. But, shit, seeing you like this makes me realize I should duck out more often. The homecomings are terrific!"

"Don't get cute, darling," she purred with a smirk. "Besides, now you have me curious. Tell me the surprise now." She flashed a coy grin. "If you love me, you'll tell me now."

He shook his head and reached for her. "Later. I got something even better to do right now."

She giggled as he roughly pressed his face against her naked tits. His day's-growth of beard scratched the velvety flesh of her tit melons, and Hope instantly thrilled to the feeling.

"Paul baby, let me take a shower first," she cooed, through her girlish giggling. "I'm all sweaty. I want to be squeaky clean for you."

"I want you just like this," he husked, lapping at her succulent nipple with his tongue. "I

dig the natural smell of you sometimes. It reminds me what a bitch-in-heat I have for a wife. Makes me horny."

"Mmmmm, well, in that case-" she whispered, savoring the tingling pleasure of his active tongue on her nipples.

She groaned deeply and shuddered as her husband licked and nipped at her tits. Horny shivers quivered through her body, and the hot, young blonde sighed as her arousal soared. She ran her fingers down his back as he bobbed his head from one tit to the other, servicing her luscious tits with his hungry mouth.

When he sucked one of her tit-globes fully into his mouth. Hope moaned a guttural whine. Her pussy trembled and moistened, and suddenly she was anxious to strip off her tight white shorts and let him fuck her.

Paul moaned as he feasted on his wife's big tits. His hands went to her shorts and he eagerly worked to unsnap them. Meanwhile, Hope began to feel for his throbbing cock pushing against his pants fly. Gasping, groaning, the young couple embraced and caressed each other, using their hands and their lips to whip up the arousal surging through them.

Her nipples jutted like stiff berries as Paul kissed them before stepping back and quickly stripping off his shoes and slacks. Hope did the

rest as she tugged down his shorts and anxiously caressed his bone-stiff prick.

She sank to her knees and worked her tongue around the bloated sphere of his prick-knob. She groaned as she tongued his cockhead, and was thrilled as he reached down to cup her tits. He squeezed her firm titflesh as she closed her lips over his prickhead. She sucked gently and felt her husband shudder as the pleasure raced over him.

She squeezed her lips tighter around his fuckmeat, then pushed her face, forward. Her lips rubbed down the length of his prick, pulling back the skin and making her hot mouth fit around his cock just like a tight pussy.

She didn't stop her maneuver until she had engulfed every inch of his cockstalk. Her lips finally touched his bristled cockhair at the base of his fuckmeat and waves of erotic excitement swept through her. She loved holding his cock inside her mouth. She wiggled her tongue as much as possible, tickling the tender, underside of his cockmeat. She was thrilled as her horny husband moaned and squirmed on his feet.

She fondled his balls as she started rocking her head back and forth, gliding her lips up and down his stiff cockflesh. She pumped his prick with her mouth and gathered up speed as she sucked him off. And all the while, Paul grunted

and groaned with delight.

He could no longer just stand there as his lovely wife serviced his prick with her hot, wet mouth. He bucked his hips and rammed his cock against her throat, fucking into her mouth with increasingly rapid strokes. His plunging cock glided between her moist lips, and his hoarse groans sounded deeper and deeper as Hope expertly massaged his balls.

The lusty young blonde wife loved the way her handsome husband fucked her mouth. Quickly, he was working himself into a frenzy of fuck-thrusts. His pile-driving cock ignited Hope's own passion, and her pussy quivered with greater intensity as the seconds passed.

Then suddenly, as his cock lurched, he surprised her by forcing his prick from her mouth. Panting and gasping, Paul winked down at her. His prick, glistening with her spit and wobbling lewdly like an attacking snake, jutted from his groin with a cockknob bloated to the limit.

"I'm about to come!" he exclaimed, grinning.

"Mmmmm, I know," she breathed, licking her lips. "I can't wait to drink your load. Give it to me, Paul. I love it!"

He shook his head. "I've got a better idea," he rasped, moving behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder, her long,

blonde hair flying across her lovely face. She grinned.

"Maybe we should get more comfortable. Come on, darling. I'll race you to the bedroom.

"No," he snapped, grabbing her before she could stand. "I want you right here. On the floor. On your hands and knees."

She gasped and squealed a startled cry as he roughly jerked her shorts and panties down below her knees. Then, he pushed her forward so that she was on all fours, her lovely ass up in the air and her huge tits dangling down, swaying inches above the kitchen floor.

"Oooohhh, Paul," she crooned, glancing again over her shoulder at him. "What are you going to do?"

He snickered as she felt his hands sliding provocatively over her asscheeks, letting his fingers edge along her crack. His caresses sent thrilling chills through her body, and her wet, hot pussy convulsed in sweet anticipation. Her tits throbbed and ached with fresh desire and horny need. She panted.

"I'm going to dog-fuck you," he rasped, his fingers digging into her assflesh. "Just the way you like it, honey. Nice and deep. Hard and fast. I'm going to fuck your sweet little pussy from the rear until you can't take it anymore."

"Ooooohhh, Paul!" she cooed, squirming as she rocked back and forth in a gentle sway on her hands and knees. "Oooohhh, baby, you're so good to me."

Her heart thudded with shameful excitement as she felt her husband's fingers skate around her puckered asshole. She rocked backward and brushed against his throbbing prick. A new set of tingling sensations rushed through her. His spongy, saliva-soaked cockhead nudged her flesh and she trembled with raw excitement.

She shivered as he directed his prick-knob up between her legs from behind. She gasped as he poked at her cunt, teasing her hairy, puffy cunt flaps. She felt him tremble, caught up in his own desire. And then, without more delay, Paul rammed his cockhead forward, drilling it into her pussy passage. He jerked his hips and hammered his prick halfway into her clutching fuckhole from behind.

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.

Content

Bill Randolph
Making Mrs. Robinson

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN