Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

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.