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My Very Own Mrs. Robinson
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My Very Own Mrs. Robinson I had just turned 18 and was desperately seeking a summer job to put some money in the bank for college. I had been doing some yard work for our neighbor, Mrs. Carlson, but as I explained to her, I really needed more than the occasional mowing and weeding she could provide me with. "You know," she said, "I know someone who might be able to give you a few weeks of steady work. My boss just bought on an old house that needs a lot of clean-up work. No one has lived in it for years and she needs someone to shovel all the junk out of the house and clean up the yard." As it turned out, I was fully occupied (and well compensated) for the rest of the summer. The next day I went down to the real estate office where Mrs. Carlson worked and she introduced me to her boss, Mrs. Robinson. Mrs. Robinson was probably in her early-forties, which, at 18, seemed terribly old to me. She had green eyes and a thick mane of dark chestnut hair that fell to her shoulders. I thought she was perhaps a bit plump, at least by comparison to the cheerleader types I had been lusting after for the last four years. As the head of the office, she dressed professionally, although since it was the mid-1980s the penchant for short skirts had even crept into standard business attire. She stepped out from behind her desk to greet me and shake my hand and I immediately noticed that her skirt came just to mid-thigh, revealing a very shapely pair of legs. "So Jimmy, Linda tells me that you are looking for some work?" "Yes, Mrs. Carlson told me you've bought an old house that needs some cleanup?" "Boy does it," she said. As she spoke she turned away from me and walked to a couch on the far side of her large office. I couldn't help but notice that her tight skirt covered a very attractive round ass. It wasn't lean and tight like the girls I had been running around with in high school, but it was very attractive. My mind, which like that of any 18 year old male was perpetually in the gutter, immediately begin to fantasize about standing behind her and pulling her nice round ass back against my hips. I didn't get all the way to an overt fucking fantasy. I was just imaging myself dry humping her. Even that was enough to make my ever-ready cock begin to stir. She soon reached the far end of the couch where she turned back to face me and sank into the couch, crossing her deliciously long legs as she sat. I noticed that this caused her tight skirt to ride even further up her thighs. My fantasy about her ass faded, only to be replaced by one about her legs and the stiletto heels she was wearing. I was imagining them wrapped around my hips while I furiously fucked her. "Where do these lewd thoughts come from?" I silently asked myself. "Come over and sit down, and I'll tell you about the job," she said, patting the couch next to her. As I looked at her legs I could feel my cock continuing to stir beneath my jeans. Damn it I need this job, I thought. "Focus!" I told myself. I sat carefully at the end of the couch—not where she had been patting her hand. She seemed to smile as I took the far end of the couch. She was silent for a moment as her eyes wandered from my face toward my mid-section. Was she noticing the growing bulge in my jeans? As she looked me over I did my best to pull my eyes away from her sexy legs, but unfortunately they only got as far as a large pair of breasts that seemed to be straining against her tight blouse. I also noticed that the thin fabric of her bra and blouse readily disclosed the shape of her nipples. Now my fantasy was focused on sucking on those very large nipples so poorly concealed by her clothing. My god! What was I doing? My dick was at least half erect by now. I needed this job, and all I could do was lust after my neighbor's boss. Even worse she seemed to be doing the same thing. Finally, after a long moment of dangerous silence, I managed to speak up. "I understand that you want a lot of old trash cleaned out of a house and some general cleanup done in the yard?" There was an additional moment of silence as Mrs. Robinson re-focused. "Ahh, . . . Yes. That's correct. I'll also need to have you haul the trash and yard waste to the dump. I have an old pick-up that you can use." "Oh good." "I'm afraid it's more than just a little bit of trash," she continued. "This is the old Henderson house we're talking about. It's been sitting up there on the hill unoccupied ever since old man Henderson passed away twenty five years ago, and it's pretty clear that he hadn't taken care of it for years before he died, so it's really a mess. I bought it at an auction without really looking at it. My plan then was to just raze it and build a condo project up there on the hill it sits on." She shook her head and laughed. "Lordy, lordy was I shocked when I took possession and saw what I mess I had bought." I could see her big tits bouncing beneath her blouse as she shook her head and laughed. Not much, since the blouse was tight, but enough to keep my mind in the gutter and make my still half hard cock stir. I longed for the ability to adjust its cramped position in my pants. "But since I bought it I've spent some time up there and rethought my plans. There's something about that house . . . Well lets just say I've changed my mind about tearing it down and developing the real estate. It has some . . ." she paused as she sought for a word to express herself. Her eyes had a kind of faraway look in them for just a moment. Then she snapped back to reality and smiled. "Well let's just say it has some qualities I want to preserve and enjoy." "Okay," I responded. I was mystified. No clue what she was talking about. "So," she said. "How does $7.00 an hour sound?" "Sure. That's fine Mrs. Robinson " I said. "When can I start?" "How about right now? We can drive up there and I'll walk you through the place and show you what I want done. Come on. We'll take my car." As she spoke she leaned forward a bit to get to her feet. That was when I noticed that at some point during our conversation a couple of buttons on her blouse had been released. As she leaned forward, I got a brief glimpse of a generous amount of cleavage between her big tits. My cock twitched again. "Oh and one more thing," she said, as she stood. "Please call me June. We try not to be too formal around here." "Okay, sure. I can do that," I said, immediately forgetting it as she turned and walked out of the office. The only thing I got out of that exchange was an impression of how good she looked as she walked away. As we walked to her car, a big beige Mercedes sedan, I tried my best not to stare at her nice round ass—and failed miserably. Once we got past the receptionist so she was no longer watching me, I discreetly adjusted my jeans to relieve the pressure on my cock. It sorta helped. Mrs. Robinson walked to the passenger side of the car and used her key to open the lock, saying as she walked, "Oh, let me get these multiple listing service books into the trunk so you have a place to sit." She opened the door and leaned into the car pulling her skirt up in the process so I could see the tops of her nylons. Oh I so wanted to step forward, grab her at the waist, and pull her round luscious ass back into my hips. "What's the matter with you?" I asked myself. "She's old enough to be your mother!" My cock twitched again in response to my stupid question. It knew the answer. Mrs. Robinson backed out of the open door holding the books smashed against her chest. Instead of waiting for me to move from the cramped space between her car and the one parked next to hit, she attempted to slide by me as she said, "I'll just put these in the trunk. As she slid by she dragged her round soft ass over my half erect cock. Fuck! I wanted her, even if she was my mother's age. "Oops!" she said, with a flirting tone. "Guess there wasn't as much room there as I thought. Come on back here Jimmy and help me get these in the trunk." I pulled the key from the car door where she had left it and stepped up to the latch on the trunk. Mrs. Robinson was standing close beside it clutching the stack of books so I kind of had to lean against her, our hips and shoulders touching, to get to the latch. When the trunk lid opened there was quite a bit of stuff in the way, and Mrs. Robinson was still clutching the books she had taken from the front. "Jimmy, be a dear and move those things in the middle to the sides so I have a place to put these." I leaned forward to move things and as I did so I had to move in front of her. She moved back, but not far, and I soon found my ass pressed against her. She made no effort to step back, letting my ass press firmly against her. When I finished clearing a space she said, "That's it thank you." She slid to one side of me, rubbing my ass with her thighs as she moved. I wasn't sure, but I thought I also felt her fingers drift lightly across my ass. My dick was now fully erect. I stepped quickly away to let her put the books in the trunk. She dropped them in the space I had made and turned back towards me. As she stepped away from the trunk, she moved closer to me. She wasn't pressed up against me, but she was still close, well inside what most people considerable their personal space. I'm about a head taller than Mrs. Robinson, and I found myself looking straight down at her cleavage that was poorly covered by her marginally buttoned blouse. Now my fantasy was about sliding my dick between those two tasty looking breasts until I came all over them. Mrs. Robinson smiled up at me and said, "Okay, now we're ready to go. That is if you'll just give me the keys." I was so busy staring at her tits I had completely forgotten I had left the keys in the latch. "Oh I'll get them. They're in the latch," I said. Mrs. Robinson turned to reach for them just as I did and her big soft tits brushed against my chest. I jumped back like I had been shocked, and she retrieved the keys, both of us pretending that nothing had happened. We got in the car, and I noticed that Mrs. Robinson had let her short skirt ride well up on her thighs so that not only the tops of her nylons were visible, but also a couple of inches of the straps from her garter belt. While I was noticing her legs, she seemed to be noticing the now large bulge in my trousers. Goddamn, I was horny and I was beginning to think she was too. During the ride up the hill to the old Henderson mansion Mrs. Robinson gave me a brief history of the place. It had been built in the 1860s by Alvin Henderson, a minor railroad baron. His , Derrick had inherited the mansion in the 1890's when the old man died. He also inherited the railroad, which he promptly sold for a boatload of cash that allowed him to live out his life with no visible gainful employment. Derrick was known throughout his life as a ladies man. He never married but had, beginning even before his father's death, a string of high profile affairs with various socially significant women in our town, both single and married. In addition it was rumored that he also routinely bedded the female members of the domestic staff he maintained at the family home. It was well known that in addition to a few long-term key retainers (chef, chief maid, butler, gardener, chauffer, etc.) he included a bevy of attractive young women on his staff. Ostensibly they all had jobs, but the rumor was that they mostly satisfied the master's sexual needs, beyond what he got from his external affairs. When Derrick died in the mid-nineteen forties his extensive estate was willed to a trust that benefitted a number of major charities in town and provided in some undisclosed degree for his domestic staff still engaged at the time of his death. Their identities and benefits were a closely held secret. None of his money went to any of the women he had bedded beyond the walls of his mansion. The key retainers all moved to other occupations in town, but the young women rumored to live there were never seen. Either they left town or something else occurred. The employees who stayed in town all denied the others ever existed. The mansion and the surrounding grounds were included in the trust, but explicit instructions were included in the documentation that precluded the use of any trust assets for its upkeep beyond payment of property taxes. It was simply to be preserved as it was on the day he died and that was the way Mrs. Robinson had found it when she finally succeeded in buying it from the trust. Of course none of the charitable beneficiaries ever volunteered any of their shares of the trust proceeds for maintenance of the old house. We were stopped at the entrance to the estate by a locked gate. Mrs. Robinson reached in her purse and handed me a large, old fashioned, skeleton key and told me to use it to open the padlock and move the gate to let her through. I was also instructed to close and lock the gate behind her. When I returned to the car I noticed that yet another button on Mrs. Gibson's shirt had yielded, allowing me to see a good deal of her left bra cup and the portions of her breast that spilled over it. She said nothing and drove up the path to the front of the mansion, where she got out and led me up to the front door. My fantasy about a titty-fuck returned in force. Inside things were pretty much as I had expected—a lot of furniture covered with sheets and everything coated with a heavy layer of dust. The light was dim as all of the curtains were drawn. Mrs. Robinson ed me up a flight of stairs and then down a long dark hallway towards the back of the house. When we got to the end of the hallway she said, without further explanation, "Wait here," as she stepped through a door on the right and closed it behind her. I stood in the darkened hall waiting for at least ten minutes. Shortly I began to hear sounds from the other side of the door. The longer I listened the more I became convinced I was hearing the sounds of a woman in the grip of sexual ecstasy. What was Mrs. Robinson doing in there? Actually it sounded like two different women's voices. Some of it sounded like Mrs. Gibson's voice, or at least what I thought her voice would sound like if she were approaching a sexual climax, but there was another, higher voice that didn't sound like Mrs. Robinson at all. Both voices sounded like women in the throes of sexual ecstasy. There were no sounds of a man. Regardless of the identity of the persons I was listening to, their moans and cries were very arousing. My dick was fully erect and I was slowly and softly massaging it through my jeans. Eventually the women, whoever they were, reached a climax or climaxes and then there was silence again. Perhaps, I thought, soft mumblings, but then again maybe not. Shortly after that, Mrs. Robinson re-emerged from the door. Her hair was disheveled, her blouse, no longer tucked into her skirt, was closed by only one button and as she stepped towards me it was obvious that she was no longer wearing a bra. Also there was no sign of her nylons. As someone slowly closed the door from inside, Mrs. Robinson looked back into the room and said, "Meet us<b> downstairs.</font></b>" I heard a voice respond, "Yes Mistress." "Who was that?" I asked. "I'll explain in a minute." She brushed by me and led the way back down the hall and the stairs and then into a kitchen. Unlike the rest of the house, the kitchen was brightly lit and I could now see that not only was Mrs. Robinson disheveled but she was also flushed in her face and down on to her chest, the way people get when they have just had good sex. Also the last button on her blouse had now been released and her large soft tits were mostly exposed. "I suppose you want to know what that was all about?" "Ah . . ." I couldn't figure out how to ask what I wanted to know which was who had Mrs. Robinson been fucking behind the door. Besides, what I really wanted was to suck on those big hard nipples that crowned her tits. "It sounded like someone was . . ." but I didn't get to finish the sentence. In my peripheral vision to the right I sensed motion where I was sure there had only a blank wall before. I looked to my right and found Mrs. Robinson and I were no longer alone in the room. A young woman stood holding a tray with a silver tea service on it. She was quite beautiful and essentially naked. She had long legs, encased in dark thigh high silk stockings, and wore a pair of spiked heel pumps. Her only garment was a black bustier that stopped just at the top of her hips and below her breasts. The bustier held her firm, medium sized tits out for all to see, and her sex, lightly haired and neatly trimmed was fully exposed. Her pussy lips were red and swollen as though she had recently been aroused—no, fucked. Her long blonde hair, more than a bit disheveled from whatever she had been doing, hung down either side of her face and her eyes were a sparkling, almost surreal, glacial blue. "Elsa, this is Jimmy. Jimmy, this is Elsa, and Jimmy, if as I suspect, you want to know who was with me behind the door upstairs, it was Elsa, she is extraordinarily good at sex. Elsa is my sub and she’s here at my direct command. As her Dom she must do everything I tell her." "Elsa, Jimmy here has been horny all afternoon. Could you give him a sample of just how good at sex you are?" "Yes Mistress," she responded setting the tea service on the chopping block between us. As she walked around it, her high heels clicked on the tile floor. She stood closely before me looking up into my eyes as though studying me to divine my sexual preferences. Then she dropped to her knees before me, leaned forward, and rubbed my very erect prick through the Levis I was wearing, first with her hands and then with her face, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. Next she began to slowly release the buttons on the fly of my Levis. Once the fly was open she snaked her hand inside and resumed her fondling of my erection, this time through the thin cloth of my jockey shorts. Still she stared up at me watching every twitch or blink of my eyes in response to her actions. I finally broke eye contact and looked over at Mrs. Gibson. She was sitting on a simple wooden kitchen chair, her blouse open and pushed aside, slowly massaging her tits with a smile on her face as she watched Elsa release my belt and the last remaining button on my Levis. Elsa gave my pants a tug and they dropped to my ankles. She resumed her stroking of my cock, now through the tightly stretched thin cloth of my jockey shorts. Oh Fuck! That felt so good. When she slowly dragged the fingernails of one hand from the base of my prick up to the base of its head and then over the top, I pulled my attention back from Mrs. Gibson's masturbatory play with her tits and looked down at Elsa. I could see that the cloth covering the end of my prick was now darkened by the precum soaking through it. Elsa was looking straight up at me as she continued her message of my thinly covered cock. "Suck him Elsa," I heard Mrs. Robinson say. "You know you want to." "Yes Mistress." I looked back at Mrs. Gibson. She was leaning back in the chair still massaging her tits, pulling on each nipple occasionally. Her shapely legs were carelessly separated, not so that I could see all the way to her pussy, but still hardly what one would call proper. I felt Elsa hook her fingers into the waistband of my jockeys and begin to pull down. They hung up on the head of my engorged cock, but she remedied that problem by grabbing the waistband next to my prick with her teeth and pulling it quickly over the end of my prick. There was enough slippery precum under the cloth so that it slid quickly and easily over my knob, but I still felt the friction on the sensitive end of my prick. My cock jumped in response. My underwear promptly joined the pool of cloth formed by my trousers at my feet, and as I looked over at Mrs. Robinson again, Elsa began to softly stroke my rigid shaft with both of her dainty hands. It felt delicious, but I was momentarily distracted by Mrs. Gibson. She had pulled her skirt up over her hips and was now sitting with her legs lewdly spread as she watched us. She had a wild, unkempt bush of chestnut hair, but it was not thick enough to hide her swollen outer pussy lips. Unlike Elsa, her pussy lips were quite large, obscene really. As I looked she took a hand away from her tits and used it to spread her lips apart so that I could see the now juicy red flesh behind them and the flushed opening of her cunt. She slipped a finger into it, just deeply enough to get it wet to the second knuckle, and then pulled it back to her face and inserted it into her mouth, sucking on it sensuously as though it was a small cock. "You have a beautiful cock," she said as she finished sucking on her dirty finger. Her green eyes were riveted on me and on Elsa's ministrations to my cock.  Suddenly my attention was jolted rapidly back to Elsa as I felt her tongue begin to lick the precum off the end of my prick. My prick jumped and I looked back down at her to see her obscenely long tongue massaging the end of my prick, while her icy blue eyes remained riveted on my face. "Oh shit!" I said almost involuntarily. "Yes, she does have quite a tongue doesn't she?" I heard Mrs. Robinson say. "Fuck yes," I said as I looked back at Mrs. Gibson. She was now slowly finger fucking herself with one hand while another twisted and pulled on one of her nipples. She had hooked the heels of her pumps into the side rungs at the base of the old style wooden chair so that her thighs were pulled wide and kept there. "God, I . . ." The thought I was about to express was totally lost as I felt Elsa slurp the head of my cock into her warm wet mouth. She released a lot of saliva from her mouth to use as lube on my shaft, which she was stroking with a twisting motion with both hands. Occasionally one hand would drop down and massage my balls. "Oh fuck!" I repeated. I let my hands drop to Elsa's tits and began to twist her nipples. She groaned and it put the most delicious vibration on my cock head. "Oh God that feels good." "You're beginning to repeat yourself, Jimmy." I heard Mrs. Robinson say. I looked over at her again and saw that she was still slowly masturbating as though she was in no hurry to climax—just enjoying the moment. Then I felt Elsa ratchet her efforts up to another level. She opened her mouth and sucked in my cock, first to the back of her mouth and then down her throat, all the while continuing in some fashion I didn't comprehend to massage it with her tongue. Her hands snaked around to the back of my ass and were pulling me forward. I quickly returned my attention to Elsa. None of the girls I had known before could deep throat me as Elsa had just done. Her throat felt like a tight warm cunt. "Fuck her Jimmy. Fuck her face!" I heard Mrs. Robinson say. "Grab both sides of her head and just begin to fuck her just like you were fucking some little girl's ass from behind. You can do it. She won't mind. She loves it. She's told me so." I removed my hands from Elsa's tits and gripped both sides of her head, mostly just hanging on as she bobbed up and down on my cock like it was a Popsicle. This felt so incredible. I could feel my balls tightening. "Harder Jimmy. Really fuck her." I began to pull her head back and forth as I thrust my hips into her face and my cock down her throat. Oh fuck, I thought. This was as good as any cheerleader's cunt I ever had (or imagined I had, to be honest). "I'm, I'm . . . I'm g, g, g, gonna cum." I stuttered. "Pull out!" demanded Mrs. Gibson. "I want to see you spray her face and tits." I looked back at Mrs. Gibson. She was still leisurely stroking her fingers in and out of her cunt. Apparently nowhere near a climax. "O, O, O, Okay," I stuttered again. I tend to stutter when I'm under stress. "I, I , I hav, hav, . . . haven't c, c, cum in weeks. Not since my g, g, g, . . . girl friend left." "Pull out and spray all that hot sexy cum of yours on her!" Mrs. Robinson repeated. I pushed Elsa's head away and gripped my shiny, wet cock. Then I kept it right in front of her face and began to stroke it. It didn't take long. "Arrrrrrrgh," I groaned as the first stream of cum hit Elsa in the face coating her forehead and one closed eye. I followed that with several more groans and streams of my hot creamy cum until most of her face was covered, and the cum was dripping down on her tits. Elsa just sat there on her knees smiling up at me with her cum covered face. It was a lot of cum, even for me. But two weeks without sex is a long time. "That will be all Elsa. Thank you," I heard Mrs. Robinson say. "Yes Mistress." "Oh baby, that was so good. I . . ." I stopped in mid-sentence …"What the fuck was that?" "Probably the best blow job you've ever had. Don't you agree?" Mrs. Robinson was still playing with her pussy as she spoke to me. "Yes, but . . ." "How long will it take you to get hard again?" she interrupted. "I want you to fuck me." "Where's Elsa?" "She went to the other room to wait for my next command. She will come back if I ask her, but right now that's not what I want. What I want," she said lewdly, "is to fuck that big dick of yours." "What about your husband?" "What husband? I divorced him ten years ago. He was worthless—in bed and any other way you could measure him." "Oh." "Are you afraid of me Jimmy?" she asked as she stood and walked towards me. She was naked now except for the high heels and a string of pearls. My god, she looked voluptuous: her face surrounded by its halo of wildly tossed dark chestnut hair with her piercing green eyes; her big soft tits covering much of her chest topped with a light brown areolas and pink nipples protruding from her chest like oversized pencil erasers; her somewhat plump soft belly; her broad hips and wild bush at the junction of her long sexy legs. I could feel my dick rapidly recovering, even as my mind was asking what I had gotten myself into. My hand, sort of on auto-pilot, reached down and began to stroke my rapidly hardening dick. Take your shoes and the rest of your clothes off, before you trip on those things Elsa dropped around your feet," she said. My dick was doing the thinking now and I quickly peeled my T-shirt off and then bent to release my shoes and push my pants and jockey shorts away. Now I stood naked before Mrs. Robinson with my cock bobbing before me. She grabbed my prick and led me into the living room where she asked me to lie on the rug on my back. Dropping to her knees astride my legs she began to use my rigid prick to massage her breasts and their engorged nipples. "Oh yes!" she said. "I was thinking about doing this as we drove up here. Every time I looked over at that obscene bulge in your pants all I could think about was how much I wanted to get my hands on your cock." "What else did you want to do with my cock?" I asked. I was into this now. My misgivings, however well founded, had been summarily dismissed by my lust. "Did you want to suck on it? Did you want me to use it to fuck that hot sloppy wet cunt you have between your legs?" I asked. "Is that what you want, Mrs. Gibson. Maybe you want it to spray my hot cum on your face just like I did Elsa? Are you a filthy slut that just wants my big hard dick to get you off?" "Oh you are a dirty boy aren't you?" she responded with a smile. She dropped to her knees and crawled forward until she was astride my hips. Then she lowered herself trapping my prick beneath her, not in her cunt yet, but between her pussy lips. She began to move back and forth so that my cock was sliding between her wet slippery lips and over the end of her clit as it reached the top. She gasped each time my prick stroked her clit. "Oh fuck, that's good!" she said with a growl. I reached up with both hands and began to massage her tits while she continued to masturbate herself on my cock. She leaned forward so that I could pull one of her big soft tits up to my mouth and suck on her nipple. Fuck I was in heaven. I could have kept this up all afternoon, or so I thought. After what seemed like an eternity of foreplay she pushed away from me, raised her hips off me, reached down to grab my cock, and slowly and carefully inserted it into her steaming cunt. At first she just held the head between her lips, getting used to its size. "Fuck, you're big!" she said. I flexed my hips upward. Not enough to really drive it home. Just enough to let her know that I could and would. Her response was a high-pitched cry, "Arrrrrrrgh!" I pulled back. "No, don't! Leave it in me!" she cried out. I flexed my hips again and drove it in a bit further than the first time and she screamed again. This time I just left it there, about halfway into her cunt. "Oh fuck! Yes that's good, so good," she said. Her eyes were closed and her wild mane hanging down around her face. I could feel her slowly forcing her cunt farther down onto my cock. I flexed my hips again and really drove it home. She screamed again and fell forward, her big tits smashed against my chest. We just lay there for the longest time, my dick fully inserted in her cunt and Mrs. Robinson softly whimpering. Eventually she rose up, forcing my cock even further into her. Then she began to raise and lower herself on my spike using her legs. She quickly established a rhythm that I tried to match with the flexing of my hips. Now she was crying out louder as she rode me. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck! So good. So good. Fuck, oh fuck," with a lot of unintelligible crying and whimpering for punctuation. "Play with your clit. I told her. "Go ahead and get yourself off." She reached down with one hand and began to stroke her clit. We were maintaining our rhythm, but it was obviously harder for her. Her upper body was swaying about and her tits were swinging widely. It was so fucking erotic to watch. This was the best fuck I had ever had. Suddenly her fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge into an orgasm and I could feel her cunt clamp down on my cock. She held her position through three or four waves of orgasm and then collapsed on top of me, my still hard prick buried in her slowly spasming cunt. "Oh fuck, that was good," she whispered. "Good," I responded, "but we're not done yet." "Uumm. There's more?" she whispered in my ear. "Oh yes," said. "I'm young and I haven't been laid in weeks. I can go on all afternoon." She raised herself up and looked down at me with a wicked smile, her hair in a disheveled mess around her face. "Good!" "But give me just a minute to recover," she said as she lay back down on me. She just lay on me for several minutes, her big tits smashed against my chest and my still hard cock still buried to the hilt in her cunt. Her cunt felt so good wrapped around my cock. Eventually my prick began to twitch, more or less on its own. When it twitched the third time Mrs. Robinson moaned softly in my ear. I did it a couple of additional times and each time she moaned, each time a bit louder. "Umm. That feels good," she said. "Are you ready for more." I asked. "Yes." she was silent for a moment, but I could feel her flexing the muscles in her cunt around my cock. Then she raised herself up off my chest enough so that her tits were hanging down and her nipples just grazing my chest. We stared at each other, our mutual lust building. "How?" I asked. She cocked her head in response, asking what I meant by my simple question. "I meant how do you want it this time? How do you want me to fuck you?" "Oh," she purred as she continued to drag her nipples across my chest. I was gently thrusting into her now, while she took a moment to consider my question. "From behind. I want you to fuck me from behind. I'll bend over the couch or some other piece of furniture and you stand behind me and shove that big hard dick of yours up my cunt from behind me." "Good." I said. "I've been thinking about that since we were in your office." "Oh you dirty, dirty boy. You wanted to fuck me when we were talking in my office?" "Fuck yes!" "When you walked across the office to the couch, I wanted to grab your ass and pull it up against me and dry hump you." "Ummm," she said. "That's sexy, but it's not a fucking fantasy." "I know, but when you sat down and crossed your legs, all I could think about was laying naked on you with your legs and those sexy heels wrapped around my ass while I plowed your cunt with my cock." "Were you thinking about fucking my ass?" "No, I've never done that," I said, suddenly feeling a bit intimidated. "We will, but not today. Right now I just want to have you pound my cunt from behind while I finger my clit to another orgasm and then I want you to spray your cum all over my tits." "Fuck!" I said as I flexed my cock in her cunt again. "Is that what you were thinking about when we were in your office?" "No, but I was sure thinking about it as we drove up here when I was looking at that big bulge in your pants. That's when I decided to call on Elsa to eat me. I got so fucking horny as we were driving up here. But she wasn't enough, so I had her suck you off while I watched. I love to watch. But that still wasn't enough, so I just had to have you fuck me." She pulled herself off my cock and then stood over me, a foot on either side of my legs, with her swollen cunt readily visible through her dark red bush. She reached down with her hand and pulled me to my feet. "Lets go back to the kitchen. I'll lean on the chopping block while you fuck me. There's more light in there. I want to be able to see you squirt on me." She led the way back to the kitchen and I followed my dick bobbing before me as I walked. When she got to the kitchen she leaned back against the chopping block facing me with her legs spread, holding her tits out to me. "Don't forget to pull out," she said. "I want all your cum on these girls." Then she turned and leaned on the chopping block, her weight on her elbows and her sweet round ass pointed at me. She had kicked her heels off and her legs were spread so her pussy was readily visible between her ass cheeks. I stepped up behind her and pushed her feet a bit farther apart to get her cunt at the right level for my dick. Then I shoved it in an inch or two. She groaned, but when she realized I had stopped, she yelled at me, "God damn it! Don't stop! I don't want you playing with me now. Shove it all the way in and then fuck me—hard!" I grabbed her hips just at the top of her ass so I could get a good grip and then I slammed my cock into her cunt. I could feel it bottom out on her cervix. She screamed as my prick stretched her. Then I began to pump my prick in and out of her. "Harder, faster, you of a bitch!" she demanded. "Go on, fuck me like you really mean it!" I began to ram it in and out as hard and fast as it would go, using my legs to provide strength. Our bodies made a slapping sound every time they came together at the end of my stroke. I didn't think I could last too long at this pace, so I began thinking about multiplication tables and other unsexy things to avoid climaxing. Have you ever tried to do square root in your head while you are fucking? Square root without a calculator is hard enough, but it's fucking impossible to do while you are screwing. I never solved the problem, but it kept me from cumming for several minutes while Mrs. Robinson groaned and cried as I gave her cunt the most ferocious fucking I've ever given anyone. She came twice more and I still couldn't solve the problem. Finally she pushed me away. "Fuck! You're inexhaustible," she said as she stood before me. Then she stepped around me and returned to the simple wooden kitchen chair she had been sitting in while she watched Elsa blow me. She held out her big tits and said, "Come here and squirt that hot cum of yours all over these." I stood before her, her legs lewdly spread on either side of mine and began to stroke my cock, knowing it wouldn't take me long. We had been fucking long enough so I knew there would be a lot, and I told her so. "Good, she said. "Spray the first shot in my face and the rest on my tits." She continued to hold her tits out toward me. As I predicted, it didn't take me long. After a half a dozen strokes with my right hand I could feel the cum rising from my balls. "Oh god! Here it comes. I'm gonna cum. Arrrrrrgh!" And the first blast hit her hair and her the nose and cheek. The rest I managed to liberally distribute over both of her tits. I was weak from my climax, and I leaned forward with one hand on her shoulder. She ducked her head down and sucked all the remaining dribs and drabs of cum from my prick. We spent another hour fucking that afternoon. I came twice more and I lost track of how many more orgasms she had, including a couple while my cock was jammed into her ass (she decided not to wait for another day). Finally she looked at her watch and said, "Oh god, I've got a meeting in an hour and a half on the other side of town." She looked down at herself and began to laugh. "Look at me. I'm a fucking mess. Your cum, my cum, sweat. It's all over me. We smell like a brothel. Come with me back to my apartment while I clean up and I'll drop you at my office where you left your car. Tomorrow I'll meet you up here at 10:00 o'clock to show you the work that needs to be done." "Oh and by the way you will be paid for today." "Fuck," I said. "This may the best summer job ever." Mrs. Robinson just laughed at me as she was putting her blouse and skirt on over her cum covered body. "Come on," she said. "Get dressed. You won't get paid if you make me late. If you want to learn how to be a good Sub, I suggest you stay on my good side Jimmy." A little smile crossed my face as I thought about seducing her to make her late on purpose. Better not, I thought. No point in messing up a good thing. Besides I wasn't sure I could get it up again. Even as an 18 year old, I had my limits. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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God I miss being 18. Jimmy B. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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