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Here's to You Mrs. Robinson

By: slugworth



She lay there on her bed with the covers down by her feet. It was a warm Saturday morning in May. The warm breeze through the open window was gently lifting the sheer curtain. She felt sleepy, lazy, and maybe a little sexy. Janet Robinson was a 43 year old woman. She'd been divorced for over 6 years and had not enjoyed sex with another person even once during that time. She told herself, she didn't need it nor did she want it. There had been a time when she was very passionate. It didn't take but a few passionate kisses and she would become aroused and filled with desire. But 18 years of emotional, physical and sexual abuse quenched that fire and these days, she didn't think much about it. There were also the messages that she carried inside. Men want only one thing. Sex is dirty and disgusting. The abuse and the childhood messages had left her with very little interest in sex. Oh there were occasions when she would fantasize about a lover and on rare occasions she would give into these fantasies and take herself with her hand. She would always feel very guilty and mentally punish herself for days after.

She was still a beautiful woman. Her reddish brown hair stylishly cut framed her stunning face, which was accented by quite extraordinary large, clear blue eyes. They were eyes that one young man in college had told her you could get lost in. Her figure could be described as voluptuous. She was a little heavier than ideal, but still had a thin waist a firm behind and magnificent breasts. She was aware that men admired her figure, particularly her large breasts, but she really didn't care anymore.

Although she didn't want to, she knew that she had to get up and fix breakfast for her son's two friends, Josh and Sam who were home from college for Spring break with her 18 year old son Ronnie. Ronnie had to leave early along with his older sister to spend the day with their grandmother who lived in a small town about 2 hours away. vacation.

She didn't really know why she feet sexy this morning but she did. In fact all of a sudden she felt downright horny. She arched her back and stretched all of the muscles in her body. As she did so she lifted her nightgown up around her neck leaving her basically naked except for her lace panties. She relaxed and ran her hand over her breasts and felt the large pink nipples begin to harden. She continued down her belly and cupped her mound tracing the cleavage, which hid and protected the core of her passion. She wondered if she should, it's so wrong, she thought, but she slipped her panties down to her knees. She moved her hand between her legs, spread the lips of her vagina and felt the wetness at her opening. She pushed her panties all the way off and spread her legs. She raised her hips and gently slipped a finger into her well lubricated opening. It felt so damn good. She began to moan and then . . .what was that? There was definitely a noise outside of her door. The door in fact was open a crack. She quickly pulled her nightgown down, pulled the sheet up and said, "who's there?" 

"It's just us, Mrs. Robinson," answered Sam's sleepy voice. "Are you getting up or should we make our own breakfast?"

"I'll be right out" she said, but almost before she finished Sam opened the door and he and Josh walked in.

She had known these boys for some time now and she liked them. It was obvious that they liked their friend's mom as well. She felt a little uneasy however, with them in her bedroom, with her in her nightgown in bed. Furthermore she wasn't completely sure that they hadn't been peeking when she began to finger herself. Her face flushed as she thought of this, but it didn't seem that either of them noticed her embarrassment.

Sam was in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and Josh the bigger and more mature of the pair had on pajama bottoms and a t-shirt as well. Both boys were nice looking, but Josh could be characterized as very handsome and very well built. Sam was cute. A late bloomer, he still had some baby fat, but was certainly nice looking.

Unfazed by the fact that they were inappropriately in her bedroom, they asked if Ronnie and Carolyn had gotten off all right. It was then that Janet noticed that Josh was semi erect and that there was a small wet spot on his pajama bottom at the place where the end of his penis was.

They asked what was for breakfast, commented on the weather, told a little about their plans for the day and then asked a question, which took Janet totally by surprise.

"Mrs. Robinson, would you give us some pointers on kissing?"

Janet had a joking relationship with these boys and she thought that maybe this was the spirit in which the question was asked. She quipped back "Oh I'm sure you don't need any pointers from an old lady like me"

"No we're serious, would you show us? We heard some girls in the student union talking about kissing and who's a good kisser and French kissing and all that stuff and we don't know much."

Janet suspected that these two, like her son Ronnie had not dated much and did not have a lot of experience with girls. Janet was in a quandary. She knew that it wasn't right to kiss these boys, but she was somehow excited by the prospect. She hadn't been kissed passionately in six years. She used to love to be kissed and kiss back. She had always been told that she was a great kisser.

"All right" she said, "I'll try to give you some pointers. The very first thing is to always make sure that your breath is sweet. So seeing that we all just woke up, let's all three of us brush our teeth."

The boys left and went into the other bathroom. She quickly reached under the sheet found her panties and slipped them back on. She went to her bathroom, brushed her teeth, used mouthwash and sprayed on a little light fragrance. She got back in bed just as the boys re-entered the room.

Janet felt naughty and excited. "Come lie down next to me. Josh you come on this side, Sam you come over here. OK, who wants to go first?"

Josh said somewhat hesitantly, "I will"

"OK" said Janet. "I'll stay lying down here and you show me how you kiss"

He raised himself up on his elbow and then put his upper body over her supported by his arms. As he leaned his face towards hers, his chest pressed against her bosom. She hadn't felt this in quite sometime and this and the anticipation of the kiss excited her. The body contact was great but the kiss was disappointing. He pressed dry hard lips on hers. It was obvious he didn't know what he was doing.

"All right" she said after he finished and laid back. "That was a good start, but let me show you how you might do it. First moisten your lips with your tongue and keep your lips full and soft. Now you lie still and let me kiss you. Then I'll show Sam."

She raised herself up and leaned over him. Her pendulous breasts were on his hard chest before her face was even close to his. The neck of her nightgown hung down and Josh could see as well as feel her large soft tits. His penis began to stiffen and lying on his back as he was there was no way that he could conceal it. She put her warm, moist, soft lips on his and swept her tongue over his lips. She gently parted his lips with her tongue and put it into his mouth. 

At first he was surprised, but he really liked it. His cock was now fully erect and about to tear through his pajama bottom. She kissed him long and tenderly. He had never been kissed like that. It reverberated throughout his body, particularly in his groin. He was in heaven.

Josh knew that his dick was relatively long and thick compared to most of the other boys that he had seen. He, like many boys his age, measured it frequently. When fully erect it was a little over 8 inches with a very large head and thick shaft. He was proud of it, but in this situation with Mrs. Robinson, it was embarrassing. As she withdrew from him and was about to lie back down she couldn't help but notice his immense hard on. An excitement ran through her, but she didn't want to add to his embarrassment. Josh, for his part, immediately rolled to his side and tried to conceal his arousal by pushing it against his body.

"OK Sam" she said, "now it's your turn."

She rolled over on her side and kissed Sam passionately the way that she had kissed Josh. Sam was breathing very hard. She glanced down to his boxers and saw out of the corner of her eye that his fully erect penis had poked through the fly of his boxers. Sam's member was smaller than Josh's but very respectable, probably about six to six and a half inches. It was medium thickness but definitely hard as a rock. She could see a glistening at the tip where the slit opening was. Sam was definitely turned on and she was sure that with a little manipulation, he would come in a minute.

All at once she felt her nightgown being raised from behind. Josh had moved up next to her spoon style and she could feel his big dick pressing against her panties just outside the crack of her ass. As pleasurable as it was, she knew she had to put a stop to it.

She rolled off Sam and at the same time pushed Josh back with her movement.

"Now" she said, "how did that feel?"

Both boys kind of moaned a "goood" and then Josh said, "May I try kissing you one more time?"

"OK, but after this we'll give Sam one last chance and then we'll have to have breakfast"

Josh rolled up and before she realized it he was half on top of her and his thigh was between her legs. He had learned fast as his kiss was long slow and passionate. His tongue darted in and out of her open mouth. She began to breathe hard and her hips writhed up and down very slowly as Josh worked her pussy with his thigh.

Sam had reached around and found her large breasts. He was slowly caressing and squeezing them, until he found her nipple, which he began to caress with his fingers. 

She was very turned on and thought, these boys know more than they are telling me, she thought. She was getting way too excited, so she pulled away.

She let Sam kiss her quickly to be fair and moved to get up when Josh said, "don't get up, we want to fuck you."

Janet said, "Josh don't talk to me that way. Now this was fun but that's enough."

"Mrs. Robinson," Josh said, "please don't make us force you. Whether you want it or not we're both going to fuck you.

It was at this point that she became a little fearful. She had not had sexual intercourse in over six years. She had never been raped. She had all of these thoughts running through her head and she didn't know what to do.

She decided that she would not, could not allow them to do this. 

She tried to pull her nightgown back down, but Josh grabbed it and pulled it off over her head. He then grabbed her wrists and held them up and out by the side of her head. He immediately went down on her bare breasts with his mouth and tongue. When he came to the nipples he sent chills through her as he sucked and manipulated them with his lips teeth and tongue.

She was trying to hold her legs together, but Josh managed to get his powerful leg and knee between them. Sam began to gently massage her mound. She could feel her body betraying her. Even though she was being taken by force, she was experiencing physical pleasure. She began to move up and down and relax. Her legs gently parted and Sam moved his hand lower between her legs. Her panties were very wet. He pushed them aside and found her opening. He entered her with one finger and then pushed two fingers way up inside of her. She moaned as he pushed them deep inside, then out, then deep inside again.

Josh now straddling her on his knees, hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She was very aroused and almost automatically lifted her hips to allow him to pull them down and off. She lay there totally naked in front of these two college boys, but she was so hot there was no embarrassment. Her hips were moving slowly around. 

Josh had removed his t-shirt exposing his well-muscled chest, but he still had his pajama bottoms on. He laid down full on her and kissed her passionately. She hated the fact that she was cooperating, but she was totally turned on. She knew that she could not let them fuck her though, that would be wrong.

Josh got back on his knees and pulled down his pajama bottoms. When his large dick came into sight, Janet became even more excited. Her ex-husband had a 5" relatively thin prick. She had never been laid by anyone with a good sized member. As hot as she was, she had to fight it.

When Josh realized that she was determined to fight him, he kissed her again, gently massaging her breasts and nipples. She was loosening up, but still determined not to be fucked. 

"Please Mrs Robinson, you know you'll like this," he pleaded.

Janet still held her legs tightly together.

"Pull her legs apart" Josh ordered Sam.

Sam was stronger than he looked and he was able to spread her legs far enough apart to at least allow Josh entry. She needed no lubrication, because the sight of Josh's big dick had caused her to be soaked with her love juices. Josh felt her opening with his finger and knew penetration would be no problem. She was tight however and he didn't want to hurt her.

"Mrs. Robinson, I don't want to hurt you. I know you haven't done this in several years and I really want you to enjoy this, so I'll put it in gradually. As you want more, just spread your legs wider and nod your head yes. I promise to fuck you slow and long."

She thought she would die. How could she fight this? She was so hot she could hardly breathe. She pretended to fight, but she wanted his dick inside of her so bad, she could scream.

Sam spread her a little further and Josh placed the massive head of his dick at the wet opening of her vagina. She closed her eyes as he eased it in about 2 inches. 

Oh my god, I forgot how good this feels, she thought.

Josh kissed her again as Sam was rubbing lotion gently on her nipples. Josh looked into her eyes. He felt her legs open slightly wider and she nodded her head yes. Josh pushed his big dick two more inches into her. She began to whimper as her hips writhed up and down. She had never been this excited in her life. 

Sam had now moved down and was gently rubbing lotion on her ass. It felt very good to her. Josh had begun to slowly fuck her back and forth being careful to keep his penetration at just those four inches.

Janet spread her legs as far as they would go and slowly nodded again. Josh obliged and pushed another thick two inches into her. She let out a fairly loud moan followed by "oh this feels so good . . . please fuck me don't stop."

He worked his now pulsating dick in and out being careful to hold out the last few inches.

Sam found her tight little ass and gently inserted his finger. She growled a moan and moved into it to take it deeper. I never expected that to feel so good, she thought.

Sam was jerking off, as he was finger fucking her ass. When he came, he took his hot come and used it as lubricant to continue to finger fuck her ass. 

She felt really well fucked at this point, but she knew there was more to come.

Josh took another turn on her tits with his mouth then kissed her neck, ears and lips. She nodded her head again and lifted her legs up and held the back of her knees with her hands. He thrust the entire 8 inches into her. At the same time Sam thrust his finger all the way up into her ass. She began to climax. She screamed loudly as the waves of pleasure flowed over her. Her orgasm sent Josh over the edge as well and he came violently at about the same time. His back arched as his young dick shot load after load of come into her.

The three lay there exhausted for a few minutes. Then they each got up silently, showered, dressed and sat down in the kitchen for breakfast.

There was absolutely no reference to what had just happened in the bedroom until Janet served the boys a glass of orange juice. Both Josh and Sam lifted their juice glasses in a toast saying in unison," Here's to you Mrs. Robinson" She smiled coyly at them, "needless to say, this will remain our little secret." 

Here's To You Mrs Robinson



An exhausted Karen Robinson got out of her car after parking it in her driveway. She opened the boot and began to take out her weekly groceries.

"Hi Mrs Robinson. Let me give you a hand with those." It was Joe Palmer, who lived around the corner from Karen.

"Thanks Joe." 

Between them they brought in everything in one go and deposited them on the table.

"Now, I finished the cutting the grass in the back and if it's alright with you I'll work on the front tomorrow."

"That'll be fine Joe," responded Karen as she went for her purse.

"Don't even think of opening that purse Mrs Robinson."

"But Joe, I have to pay you for your time..."

"You helped me out big time last year Mrs Robinson and I won't ever forget that."

"Oh Joe, that was nothing."

"It was to me. I'll see you tomorrow."

What twenty-five year old Joe was referring to were the events following the tragic deaths of his parents. They had been killed on the way back from London in a horrific smash. Karen was one of the first to call on him and offer support. When it came to say farewell at the graveside only one person had the courage to stand beside him and that was Karen Robinson. She gripped his hand and squeezed it gently. The kind gesture made Joe feel he wasn't alone. In the coming weeks she'd call him to do little jobs around the extensive grounds of her home. Joe was convinced that if it wasn't for Mrs Robinson doing this he would have fallen apart. It meant so much to him that he had such a friend.

After finally putting away all the groceries Karen poured herself a glass of white wine and sat in her recliner, kicking off her shoes and eased back. At thirty-two, she ran her own successful accountancy firm . She was financially secure with a fine house and grounds in the wealthiest part of Norbury West Sussex. Yet for all these advantages Karen Robinson felt alone. It had been four months now since that acrimonious evening when her husband, Matt Robinson, announced he was leaving and moving in with his girlfriend who had been his secretary at the transport company where he worked.

Karen wiped a tear from her eye as the doorbell rang. When she opened the door she was surprised to see who it was. "Alex?"

It was Alex Robinson, Matt's older sister. "Can I come in?"

Karen said nothing. She simply gestured her sister to come in. "Drink?"

"Not for me thanks, Karen.

Both women sat down.

"So how have you been?"

There was a few tense seconds of silence then suddenly and unexpectedly as far as Alex was concerned, Karen erupted in tears. She put her arms around her sister and allowed her to cry on her shoulder.

"Oh Alex, I don't know what I did wrong. I just don't understand," she cried bitterly.

Alex fought back her own tears. "Oh Karen. You didn't do anything wrong. It's that oaf of a brother of mine."

Karen pulled herself away. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, Matt was always a spoiled brat. He never knew when he had it good and certainly never appreciated it. When he married you mum hoped he'd change but we both know he didn't. He never grew up and he's not going to do so now. Nobody asked him to move in with Barbie. Mum wants you to know that she's one hundred percent behind you, despite Matt being her son. That goes for me too Karen. We've known each other since school days. I am and I always will be your friend."

Karen looked at her in amazement.

"Our attitude surprises you?"

"Well, yes."

"Well it shouldn't. We knew him a lot longer than you. When was the last time you had some fun?"

"What?"

"Don't tell me you've stopped having fun just because of him?"

"Well, I've been..."

"Don't give me that 'I've been too busy' line. It's very stale. Why should you sit here in misery while he's off enjoying himself? You're not the guilty party. He is. Now how do you really feel, about Matt, I mean?"

"Well, I feel angry enough to get my own back on him."

"Now you're talking. So why don't you do it?"

"How?"

"Let's go up to the club."

"What? I think I'm a bit old for that."

"For crying out loud Karen. You're thirty-two not sixty-two. Now come on," and she grabbed her sister and dragged her upstairs to her bedroom. Alex went through the wardrobe.

"What are you doing?"

Alex remained silent and continued searching. " Ah, this will do," and she threw out a short blue dress Karen hadn't worn in years.

"I can't wear that."

"Come on Karen. Loosen up. You want the guys to notice you. Put it on and let's have a look."

Karen reluctantly did so.

"Wow, knock them dead Karen," said Alex in triumph.

"What about you?"

Alex opened her coat and revealed a similar short dress only it was green.

Alex drove them to the Palace night club. Karen was taken aback at Alex's familiarity with the door man. "Hi Gerry. Two tonight."

"You're very welcome," he replied and allowed them to enter.

"You've been here before?"

"Of course." Alex went to the bar and brought back the drinks.

The noise was deafening but Karen did enjoy the atmosphere. It was a joy just to see so many people enjoying themselves. 

After several sips of their drinks Alex cried out, Come on," and headed for the dance floor. Karen took one last sip as if for courage and followed her. Alex began to dance alone and Karen began to follow her example. "Wow, this is fun," shouted Karen.

"I told you, didn't I?"

"It's the first time I've seen you up here, Mrs Robinson."

"Joe?"

"This is my friend Vince," said Joe as he introduced his companion.

"Why Karen, you never mentioned how handsome your neighbours were. Come on cutie." Alex grabbed Vince and they disappeared into the crowded centre.

Karen and Joe looked at each other and then laughed. 

"We better follow them or the others will think there's something wrong with us," shouted Joe as he dragged the older woman with him. 

Karen danced with Joe, Vince and several others and despite being exhausted she did really enjoy herself for the first time in years. 

It was the early hours of the morning as the four of them made their way out of the club. "We'll see you later," said Alex.

"Where are you going?"

Alex just smiled and winked as she and Vince headed off holding hands.

"I have my old banger around the corner Mrs Robinson, if you'd like a lift?"

"Thanks Joe."

"Did you enjoy yourself."

"Oh yes Joe. Thank you."

"I'm glad."

Joe left Karen off at her house. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs Robinson. Good night."

"Goodnight Joe, and thanks again."

Joe nodded and smiled then drove away.

Karen was glad tomorrow was Saturday. That night she had the most peaceful sleep she had had for several weeks and woke late.

***

A few days later Karen took her lunch break at her favourite café across the street from her office. She had arranged to meet Alex for lunch.

"So how was it?" asked Alex, dying with curiosity.

"Oh it was a great night. Thanks for dragging me out."

And Joe?"

"I'm pretty sure he enjoyed himself too."

"Oh, for God's sake Karen. What was he like? You know."

"Alex!"

"My God. You mean you and Joe didn't?"

Karen was shocked. "Alex, you and Vince? He's only a boy."

"He's twenty-five and as regards being a boy, well, it was quite a night. What the hell did you think we were doing? Honestly Karen, you can be so naive sometimes. You're spending too many hours behind that desk of yours. We went out to pick up some guys. That's what it was all about."

"Alex, I couldn't do that to Joe. He's a vulnerable young man."

"He's not as vulnerable as you think."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean he cares for you. You, the person. He doesn't care about your money or your property but he genuinely cares for you and you care for him."

"You're imagining things."

"Am I? Come off it Karen. Don't give me that tough business women exterior bullshit. I know you too long. Give me some credit. You both have feelings for each other and neither of you will admit it"

"I don't want to talk about it Alex."

"Ok, but let me say one more thing and I'll shut up. Don't let him slip through your fingers, Karen. It could be the worst mistake of your life."

***

All that week Alex's words echoed constantly in Karen's mind. Her emotions were in total turmoil. She finally came around to realising that her sister was right. She had feelings for Joe. What she wasn't sure of was what kind of feelings and what his feelings might be towards her.

***

The following Thursday Joe had was just finishing the clearance of the hedge in Karen's back garden as she arrived home from work. She went around the side entrance to see the work. "Oh Joe that's great work. Come on in and I'll get you something cool the drink."

"Thanks Mrs Robinson."

Joe sat at the table in the kitchen. Karen put a glass of iced lemonade and a sandwich in front of him.

"Wow, thanks."

Karen smiled and sat down. "Joe, there's something I want to ask you," began Karen tensely, gripping her hands together.

"Sure. Anything."

"Well..." Karen hesitated.

"Spit it out Mrs Robinson. What is it?"

"Alex's birthday is next weekend and I wondered would you and Vince like to travel with us to Wales to celebrate it?"

Joe sighed with relief. "Myself and Vince will be very honoured Mrs Robinson." Then he broke out in laughter. "I'm sorry Mrs Robinson but the way you approached I thought you were telling something else."

"I'm sorry Joe. It's not easy for me deal with certain things."

Joe put his hand on Karen's. "I know that Mrs Robinson. It hasn't been easy for you either for the last few months. Remember, I only live around the corner and you have my number. Call me for anything. Day or night."

"Thank you Joe."

***

The following Friday they arrived at the hotel Karen had booked. They had separate rooms and all of them wanted to freshen up before the party that evening. It was perfect. All four sat at a table together as a band played soft music in the background. A waiter came to Karen and bending over, he whispered something in her ear. Karen simply nodded. A few moments later the waiter returned pushing a trolley with a large cake on it. The band began to play "Happy Birthday," Karen and the others, as well as the other patrons began to sing and applaud.

It was a complete surprise to Alex. She turned to Vince and kissed him. "You knew about this. Didn't you?"

"I had an idea," smirked Vince. He took Alex's hand and led her to the floor as the band began to play a slow dance.

"Shall we?" asked Joe. Karen nodded and they danced. Most of the other patrons joined them.

Hours later Joe stretched out his weary arms. "Well, I don't know about anyone else but I'm dead beat." He got up and the others did likewise and began to head for their rooms.

"No, wait. This way," cried Karen.

"But our rooms are that way," responded Joe, somewhat surprised.

"Trust me," replied Karen with a twinkle in her eye. The young men walked behind Karen and Alex until they reached a door and a man, who looked like the manager, waiting for them. "Everything is ready as you requested, Madam."

"Thank you."

The man unlocked the door and opened it. In the room was a bubbling Jacuzzi.

Vince and Joe looked at each other dumbfounded.

"Why don't you and Vince check it out. We'll be back in a moment."

Joe and Vince stripped. 

After several moments of relaxing in the Jacuzzi Vince spoke, "I could get used to this, Joe."

"Me too. I wonder where the girls are gone?"

"We're right here, boys." 

Alex giggled.

Joe thought he was going to swallow his tongue as his eye scaled Karen's long smooth legs up to where the towel she wore concealed the rest.

Karen let the towel slide to the floor and Joe saw for the first time her luscious body. Her wonderful large breasts, flat stomach and trimmed bush all conspired to make him hard.

As they eased themselves in, the women screamed as the tingling water excited their bodies. Karen made her way to Joe and putting her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

"What was that for?"

"For treating like one of the girls."

"Remind me to do it more often," and he kissed Karen with equal passion. 

After a short period during which Joe massaged Karen's shoulders and sucked her breasts, she whispered in his ear. They both got out, dried themselves and wrapped themselves in towels.

"Don't you children stay up too late," said Karen as she and Joe made their way to her room. Alex and Vince looked at each other and laughed. They continued to enjoy themselves.

Once in her room Karen turned to Joe. "I hope you've enjoyed yourself this weekend Joe?"

"I certainly did Mrs Robinson."

"Stop calling me that. My name is Karen."

"Ok, er, Karen."

"You don't think I'm taking advantage of you. Do you?"

"Of course not. Besides, what makes you think I'm not taking advantage of you?"

"Hah, I wish."

"Why, Mrs. Er, Karen, that sounds like a wicked invitation," laughed Joe.

Karen laughed. "No Joe. This is the wicked invitation." Karen dropped her towel, once again revealing her beautiful naked body to Joe. "That is, if you don't mind making love to an old woman?"

"Karen, from what I see, you're far from being an old woman. Believe me."

Karen lay down on the bed and Joe gently mounted his neighbour and began to kiss her. After a few moments he moved to the neck, licking, sucking and nibbling as he went.

This sensation made Karen shudder.

Joe worked his way down Karen's bare shoulder, eventually arriving at her wonderfully firm breasts. Still using his tongue, he began a circular movement around her left breast.

"Uuugh," groaned Karen, as he did so. The circles decreased as Joe drew nearer to her nipple. When he began to lick and suck her nipple Karen groaned even louder.

"Oh my God. Oh my God," she repeated over and over. This wonderful sensation continued for Karen as Joe descended down the deep valley between her breasts and up to her right and this wonderful sensation started over again, much to her delight. 

Joe worked his way down Karen's slim waist and she continued to moan with excitement. Arriving at her trimmed pussy, Joe began to drill through her lips and proceeded to lash her clit with expertise. 

"Aagh," exclaimed Karen as this young man excited her with his every move. She could feel her juices starting to slowly gather. The sensation almost ended in anticlimax when Joe suddenly stopped. However it was only temporary as he eased his huge cock gently into her vagina and began to pump. His gentle movement amazed Karen. Joe's pounding was slow at first but accelerated as each stroke passed. Gradually Karen's body surrendered and they both became rhythmically unified. 

Karen gripped Joe's hips as if steering him to their final destination. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck," she cried several times. As their excitement built, their breathing became deeper and deeper and their body heat caused them to perspire heavily.

Karen's juices were now starting to flow and Joe also knew he was also close. However they both strained to prolong this wonderfully ecstatic sensation for as long as was humanly possible. Eventually though they orgasmed together, both exhaling sighs of joy and sexual satisfaction. For Karen, it was the biggest orgasm she had ever had.

After several moments Karen spoke up. "Thank you Joe. Oh thank you," she said. She rested her head on Joe's chest and rapidly fell asleep. Joe fell asleep a few minutes later.

***

The following morning Karen woke as the blinding morning sun beamed through the windows. Joe was sitting on the side of the bed fully dressed. "Good morning," he said with a smile.

"Good morning Joe," she responded.

"Well? How was it?"

"Oh Joe, where have you been all my life?"

"No regrets?"

Karen rose up and kissed him. "Absolutely none. You?"

"Absolutely none," echoed Joe with a slight laugh. "How about a walk on the beach before breakfast?"

"That sounds good. Let me shower and I'll meet you in the lobby."

"Great," replied Joe and left the room.

Meanwhile, Alex stood on the balcony of her room and stretched out her arms. Suddenly she spied Karen in her white slacks with her white top tied over her shoulders, walking hand in hand with Joe and she smiled. Vince suddenly came behind her and put his arms around her waist. He kissed her shoulder. "What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I'm thinking those two are going to make it."

"Me too."

"That was a great idea about the club. Thanks Vince."

"Oh no Alex. Thank you," and they kissed with passion.

***

A few days later Karen and Alex were at lunch in the café. 

"Well I don't have to ask how you are. It's written on your face."

"It's that obvious?" responded Karen.

"It is and you know something? I'm glad."

Karen put her hand on Alex's. "And it's all thanks to you."

"Hey remember. I got a new boyfriend too. So it worked well for both of us."

"Oh Alex. Having Joe does something to me. The very sight of him revives me. He makes me want to do things I'd never dream of doing before."

"Have you told him that?"

"No."

"Then you should. Are you satisfied now?"

"Well, yes and no."

"Doubts?"

"No. Not about Joe anyway."

"Then what?"

"Well remember I said I wanted to get even with Matt?"

"Yes."

"Well I was thinking of something really wicked. Something that would make him really jealous."

"Go on," prompted Alex.

"You'll laugh."

"Try me."

Karen whispered in her ear and Alex laughed. "Well, you're right. It made me laugh. But I like it."

"You do?"

"It's a great idea. It certainly would drive Matt crazy."

"That's the idea."

"Wicked. Positively wicked," laughed Alex, as she rubbed her hands with glee. 

Karen could see that her sister was formulating a plan in her mind.

"Now this is what we're going to do..." Alex outlined her plan.

The following evening Joe was sitting at home watching TV when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and Alex was standing there.

"Oh hi Alex."

"I wonder if I can have a word Joe?"

"Certainly. Come on in."

"So you see Joe I just want you to know what you're getting into. I know Karen. She's very sensitive underneath that tough skin of hers. She'd never ask you to do what I'm proposing. She'd be afraid of offending and losing you."

"No problem Alex. I'll act dumb and play along."

"Good man. Of course, we haven't spoken?"

Joe raised his hand in his old scout salute. "Scout's honour, Alex."

They both laughed.

The following day Matt Robinson was surprised when he received a phone call from his sister. "Alex, it's good to hear..." he began but was cut off by Alex.

"Shut up and listen. Be at the side window of Karen's at five. Don't bother trying to get in all the locks have been changed. Your ex-wife has something to show you. Something you walked out on." Alex hung up.

Joe finally tidied up the front lawn as Karen's car was pulling into the driveway. She got out of the car with her briefcase and went into the house. A few moments later Joe could here her calling from the window. 

"Joe, could you come in here a moment please?"

He walked into the house without a word. "Karen? Where are you?"

"I'm in here," came her reply.

Joe followed the sound of Karen's voice and realised she was in the shower room. He uneasily opened the door. The shower was running but Karen was still dressed.

"Come on in Joe," she said. Karen went over to him. "Oh Joe. You drive me crazy. Those muscles and youthful body. Then she kissed him and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Joe, in turn, slowly unbutton Karen's white short sleeved blouse. Joe eased his shirt off and Karen began rub his bare chest. As Karen's blouse fell open it revealed her low cut red lace bra. Her huge and wonderful breasts were straining to escape. 




Here's To You Mrs Robinson



Joe put his hand to the back of Karen's grey business suit skirt and pulled down the zipper. The loosened garment slid to the floor, displaying her matching red knickers encased in her black tights. Karen unbuttoned Joe's jeans and he stepped out of them. He unsnapped the front of her bra and her breasts bounced forth as if in sheer joy. Joe then knelt down and slowly rolled Karen's tights and knickers. The mature woman stepped out of them. The resumed kissing, moving ever nearer the shower the did so. As the steamy jets of water cascaded around them Joe stood behind Karen and began to soap her breasts. The young man's gentle touch made Karen sigh with ecstatic joy.

Joe moved down Karen's waist, kissing her bare shoulder as he did so.

"Ooooh," she sighed.

Suddenly Karen turned around. "Fuck me Joe. Fuck me real hard." Karen put her arms around his neck and Joe lifted her up. Karen held onto the towel rail for balance and Joe began to pump hard. Both exclaimed sighs of ecstatic joy as they orgasmed.

Following Alex's instructions, Matt arrived to see the whole erotic show. He was filled with both lust and anger as he saw his wife naked in the shower being fucked by this younger man. It was only as he watched this brazen display did he realise how beautiful Karen was. It never occurred to him either just how sensual she was. It made him hard just observing her. Her long smooth legs and her wonderful breasts were eye catching. His anger was not just at Karen, although he knew that wasn't justified, after all, he had walked out on her. He was angry with himself as he slunk away, knowing he had possibly made the biggest mistake of his life.

That night, Karen and Joe slept together in Karen's bed for the first time. 

***

It was a few weeks later, Karen and Joe had settled down as lovers. Joe was in bed waiting for Karen. She came in, dressed in a see through negligee and she wore nothing underneath. It made Joe hard. Karen handed him a glass of champagne. 

"Our month's anniversary?"

"Then you didn't forget."

"Of course not. How could I?" Joe raised his glass. "Here's to you Mrs Robinson."

"Karen?"

"Karen it is," and they clinked their glasses and sipped.

Karen removed her negligee. Thus began one of the wildest nights of love making they ever had as they disappeared under the covers.



Here's to You, Mrs. Robinson



Looking back on it, those summer days seem so unreal; unbelievable. Sometimes I can't believe it all actually happened at all - let alone happened to me! Yet, during the summer of my junior year in college, I found myself, for a few glorious months, passionately involved in a hot and heavy affair with a fantastic woman, an older woman - who happened to be the wife of my Dad's business partner. 

Even today, when I think back on it, I still hear 'Scarborough Fair' going through my head. It was the song Mrs. Robinson used to hum in that deep velvety voice of hers, whenever she was getting dressed; running a brush through her heavy black hair, smoothening her dress into place, repairing her lipstick in the front of the bathroom mirror, while from my position on the bed, I watched her: fascinated by the ritual of feminine fussing and primping she put on, before she donned those dark glasses of hers, and went out to face the world. I was to learn that whenever she hummed that little tune, she was feeling really good: a well-satisfied, sexually-satiated woman. When those sweet memories flood back on me, they inevitably bring another picture to mind: the image of that elegant lady's long sensual body, all naked and inviting, and just waiting for me as she lay stretched out on that motel room bed.

***

Mrs. Robinson didn't say a word when I nudged her hip; just turned over obligingly to flop on her belly, to lay with head turned to one side, black hair spilling down on the pillow, eyes closed, and a little smile on her painted lips. It gave me the chance to just sit there and contemplate her smooth naked back, and her gorgeous ass. I loved that womanly ass of hers; softly voluptuous, and oh so caressible. Couldn't get enough of that ass. I loved to lay on the bed, and watch her as she got up to go to the bathroom, fascinated by the jello-like jiggle of Mrs. Robinson's plump rearmounds as she padded off to the bathroom. 

Now I would lay on that same bed, propped up on one shoulder, staring at the upturned ass, poised just inches from my face. I liked her best just like this; when she was perfectly happy to let me do what I wanted to her, while she lay there - all soft and warm and passive. Once she let me take her clothes off while she just stood there, with arms dangling down at her sides. With trembling hands, I unzipped her dress, came around in front of her and pulled it off her shoulders and down her front, and then kept on undressing her piece by piece, with her smiling at me all the while, and not saying a word. I really liked her like that.

She never said much when she was in one of those quiet moods, just let me do what I wanted...to a point, that is. One time she confided in me that she liked it best when a man acted like a man; a real man, the kind that knew how to take charge of things in the bedroom. I kinda liked that too. Of course, there were other times, most times in fact, when she wanted to be in charge, to control things, everything. If she was in a bad mood, she could be a real bitch, treating me like I was stupid or something, ordering me around like I was the hired help. It was hard to tell with her.

And I never knew when we met in the coffeeshop just what kind of mood she was in. This attractive lady would stroll in with that air of supreme self-confidence she had; always well-dressed, meticulously groomed, perfectly made up, looking great: a tall and slender brunette in high heels and some exclusive designer outfit, with those big dark glasses of hers. With her dark silky hair tumbling down to her shoulders in a mass of thick soft folds, Mrs. Robinson was one helluva beautiful woman. She even smelled good! 

The minute she sat down, she began explaining the way she arranged things: a competent woman with a mind of her own. She knew just what she wanted. And she seemed always in a hurry, eager to get started. She hated wasting time; constantly looking at her delicate Cartier watch, telling me how much time we had, and explaining what I was to do. She would already have gotten the room, and she'd slip me the duplicate keycard under the table. She would tell me how long I was to wait before I went upstairs. I was to leave first, to avoid the lobby, come back by the side door, and be sure to use the back elevator. She always asked if I had parked around the back, so that her cream-colored Mercedes wouldn't be seen in the same parking lot as my beat up old Toyota, even though she knew I parked out back every time we got together. Mrs. Robinson was like that - super-careful. But then, I couldn't blame her really. After all, she had a lot more to loose than I did if her husband ever found out she was spending her Thursdays at the Holiday Inn humping some college guy. A guy young enough to be her son.

Of course I knew her son, Kyle. Besides Mr. Robinson being my Dad's partner, the Robinson's were friends of my parents. They lived nearby, in the same plan as we did - Fairmont Acres, and we saw them a lot. Kyle was away at Kent State now. He was a jock, and a loud-mouthed jerk, who was always bragging about girls were always coming on to him. It'd blow his mind if he found out that I was banging his good-looking Mother!

Yeah, he'd really go nuts if he knew the truth about his Mom: that classy Mrs. Robinson, with her big expensive house, her fancy dinners parties, her bridge games, and her charity work, was one horny bitch who was crazy about young guys, and who fucked like a mink.

Oh, yeah she liked her sex alright, but she liked it her way. Everything had to be her way. Whatever we did in bed, she called the shots. 

I remember sitting on the bed together, both of us naked, with our arms around each other, when I buried my face in her soft, wonderfully smelling hair and kissed her along the neck. She arched back and let me ease her down onto the bed. She reached up for me, but I pulled back and instead nudged her hip urging her over, and after a slight hesitation, she let me roll her onto her belly. And then that day, for the very first time, I kissed Mrs. Robinson's ass. 

She folded her arms under her head; a dreamy smile curled her lips. Her long legs slid open, scissored languidly on the sheets, and she gave an excited wiggle, rubbing her pussy all over the mattress. You could tell she loved it: being felt up, having a guy play with her ass. Her wriggling response fired me to go for more, and I started to fondle that generous, nicely-shaped bottom, using both hands, grabbing full handfuls of meaty ass; squeezing and moving the wobbly mounds all around while Mrs. Robinson hummed, and squirmed in growing excitement. How I loved getting my hands on that wonderful ass!

That day, on a whim, I pried her cheeks apart and held her open to me. Suddenly, she tensed up as she realized that I was looking into the opened crack to examine her asshole. It was small and pinkish, and I watched it clench down, tightening before my very eyes upon being exposed like that. Fascinated, I extended one finger and lightly touched her there. 

Instantly, a hand shot back; grabbed me by the wrist, pointed nails digging viciously into my flesh. "No!" she snapped, yanking my hand away. "Not there! I don't like that!" Her tone was cold, hostile, insolent, demanding. The vehemence of her reaction took me by surprise. It was the sort of sharp rebuke an angry parent lays on a naughty child. And I didn't like it. Not one bit.

It ruined the mood, for both of us I guess, and though later she tried a little to make it up to me, she still remained kinda frosty for the rest of the afternoon.

And after that, whenever we got to rolling around on the bed, kissing and feeling each other up, and I tried to stick a finger in her butt to play with her asshole a bit, I got the same violent reaction. The hand would fly back to stop me, grabbing my hand and flinging it away. Once she even slapped my hand and snarled at me to cut it out. After that, she'd suddenly turn cold and hostile, as though I had turned off a switch. It sure put a damper on the afternoon. But I couldn't help it. The more she cursed me out, rejecting my exploring finger, the more obsessed I became about visiting that clenching little asshole of hers - in more ways than one.

I though of her angry reaction...a lot.

Of course in the end, it always went down her way: She'd be naked, down on hands and knees, floppy tits hanging down below her, and she'd want me to fuck her from behind. Other times she'd kneel on the bed and get down on her elbows with forehead on the pillow, offering up her beautiful rich ass in my direction. The first time she did this, I just stood there with my hardon sticking up in the air, just staring at her. I guess I didn't move fast enough, because she looked over her shoulder at me and snapped: "What the hell are you waiting for, Benjamin...do it! Fuck me!"

Yeah, Mrs. R. was one of those randy chicks who simply loved a good fuck, couldn't get enough of it. And she went crazy when she was taken from behind. She wouldn't go down on me. No way was she going to give me a blow job. Wouldn't take it in her mouth, or even as much as kiss my cock when I tried to offer it to her. And no missionary position for that gal! No, she wanted it one way. What she wanted was a good stiff cock up her cunt, from behind, always from behind. You would never know it to see her strolling so coolly in her high heeled shoes through that coffeeshop, but Mrs. Robinson loved nothing better than being mounted and fucked like an animal.

I'd climb up on the bed behind her, on my knees, grab her by the hips, and slip it into her wet. She'd explode - just go wild: squirming hotly, panting and moaning, and shaking her head, her hair flying around like a crazy woman's, as I pumped into her and did my level best to hold on, and keep from coming too soon.

Yeah, Kyle would never know just what a sexy Mom he had; besides being a classy lady, she was a great lay. Quite a piece of ass! But there was one other little piece of information about his oh-so-proper Mother that he would never believe; that no one would ever believe. It turns out that his Mom, our Mrs. Robinson, was really into the kinky stuff! And what really turned her on was being tied up. That turned her on big time!

That little piece of news was something I had only found out about only two weeks ago, when she told me to bring a handful of my old ties with me next time. She casually asked if I remembered to bring them as she sat on the bed unhitching her long black stockings, and rubbing them down her beautiful legs. And when I hauled a bunch out of my backpack to show her, she smiled at me and told me I was a 'good boy'. I almost expected a pat on the head!

Then, standing up and turning around away from me, she reached up in back to undo her bra. I watched her fingers work open the little clasp, as she asked me, over her shoulder, if I ever played games with my 'little girlfriends'. Did I like tying them up, for example. I just stared at her; not sure I had heard what I thought I'd heard!

I was still standing there with a fistful of ties in my hand, when she turned around to face me directly, casually brushing the dangling bra off her arms. My eyes went immediately to her naked tits. Mrs. Robinson has nice tits. They're big, but not too big, and they don't stick out like they do on some girls with big boobs. No, hers are sort of soft and floppy; two slightly flattened mounds that wobble when she moves, like now when she was bending over to run her black lace panties down her legs. She stepped free of the inky puddle of silk as she explained what she wanted me to do.

She would get on the bed, and lay flat on her stomach. She showed me how she wanted me to wrap the ties around her wrists and ankles and then stretch her out, tying her arms over her head and her spread-open legs to the corners of the bed. Then I was to take the pillows, both of them, fold them over, and jam them under her belly to jack up her hips. This also had the effect of nicely serving up her gaping cunt, so I could kneel between her out-stretched legs and fall on her, slithering up her bare back while my prick slid smoothly up her pussy.

I found out that just tying her down was enough to get her all hot and bothered, and by the time I shoved it in her, she was already sopping wet and practically begging me to fuck her. It pressed all her buttons: being tied down and stretched out like that, spread-eagled on the bed. And that day I fucked her silly, and Mrs. Robinson, all hot and sweaty, just kept taking that pounding, urging me on all the while through clenched teeth, cursing and calling me every name in the book. The bitch couldn't get enough. I never met a woman like her before or since. She was insatiable!

That was an unforgettable afternoon. 

END of 1/2

Part Two

For the next six days, I found myself constantly thinking of Mrs. Robinson's lovely upturned bottom. I was obsessed with it: couldn't shake the image of that wonderful mature womanly ass, just sitting there before me. I thought of her ass, and of her vehement rejection whenever I tried to finger her butt. She sure hated that! Took charge immediately. Once she even ordered me to get dressed, and get the hell out! She scared me, and got me mad at the same time. I thought of that now, as I remembered last Thursday, when I had tied Mrs. Robinson down. It got me hot all over again, just thinking about it!

.It came to me that once I had her tied down like that, I could do anything to that ass of hers. Anything I wanted, and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. Oh, she'd bitch alright, but she had to take whatever I dished out to her. By now, I was sick and tired of her calling the shots; always pushing me around, telling me what to do. Next time, it would be lots of sex alright, but not sex her way. It's be sex my way!

And so today, such thoughts were going through my mind as I looked down on the naked lady all laid out before me. I urged her over onto her stomach and I knelt behind her with my hard cock at the ready, hardly able to keep my excitement in check. I went about tying her to the bed while sporting one painfully stiff hardon. I couldn't help smiling to myself when she obligingly turned over, not suspecting a thing. She buried her face in the pillow, and silently raised her hands over her head, offering me her wrists to bind. I worked carefully, adjusting the ties; tight but not too tight. As she once said: 'It would never do for her to be seen leaving a motel with ropeburns'!

Once I was satisfied that she had just the right bit of slack, I went around to the foot of the bed where I'd left my backpack to dig out the tube of K-Y jelly that I bought just for today's visit. Looking down at the naked lady before me, I carefully greased my rock solid prick...and came damn close to shooting off! But I bit my lower lip, took a deep breath, and shook myself. I had to get a grip on myself.

By now the situation was getting to me, and I was really hot. Here was this mature woman, a beautiful nicely-curved woman, completely naked and stretched out helplessly before me. And I could do anything I wanted with her! And the most she could do was bitch about it. She couldn't tell anyone. Just like I couldn't. As she warned me more than once: this had to be our little secret, what went on this room. No one must ever know. 

Impatient by now, she twisted around as far as she could, trying to look over her shoulder, without much success, straining up to see what I was doing.

"Come on, Benjamin!" she ordered, all hot to trot. "What are you waiting for?"

"I'm just getting ready," I said, coming up on her with the tube of lubricant in my hand.

I climbed up on the bed, to kneel between her legs.

I gave the woman an affectionate pat on the rearend, and she answered with a excited little wiggle to her hips. And when I grabbed her wide ass in both opened hands, she let her head fall back down and kinda purred. Tightening my grip, I dug my fingers into the sides of her spongy cheeks, curled my thumbs deep into her crack, and pried her open.

"Benjamin! What are you doing!?" her voice was sharp, instantly alert, suspicious. I knew that tone of voice: the bitch was back.

I didn't answer her, just kept holding her spread rearcheeks wide apart with one splayed hand, while I used the middle finger of the other to apply a dab of gel squarely on Mrs. Robinson's stubbornly resisting asshole.

The minute I touched her anus, she let out a helluva protest, just like I knew she would.

"No, not there!" she hissed, twisting around and yanking on her bonds. "Benjamin! No! What do you think you're dooooing?!"

I ignored her, just let her straining cheeks snap shut, and then immediately fell on her outstretched body, snaking up that warm, lightly-sweating back till I lay draped over her naked body, my hips resting comfortably right on her heavenly pillows, my cock nestled in the hot, tightly-clenching rearcrack of her soft warm bottom. I buried my face in her fragrant hair, and with my lips beside her ear, I whispered: "Mrs. Robinson, let me tell you something. You've got one big beautiful ass. Has anyone ever told you that? And now you know what I'm gonna do?" I wiggled my hips. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty ass of yours."

"What are you talking about?" She strained upward as far as she could between her outstretched arms. "Untie me!!" Her voice was louder, an insistent bray. I could feel the wave of fear that raced through her at my threat; her ass tensed instinctively under me; her crack tightening down as he butt contracted on my solid prick. 

"You still don't get it, do you?" 

I moved my pelvis, nudging my prick up just a little in her hot crack to let her get the feel of me deep in there, in that most intimate place.

"Nooo," she raged, yanking on her bounds in frantic desperation.

I lay on top of her, letting her feel my naked body, my full weight pinning her to the mattress. I felt her quiver under me. Then she got deadly still. The voice she used now was that voice of cold authority - the one I knew so well. The voice of one who's used to being obeyed...of Mrs. Robinson in charge.

"Benjamin," she enunciated slowly and clearly with a cold threat in her voice, "you are to untie me - this instant."

"No can do, Mrs. Robinson. You see, you're really in no position to tell me what to do. Now settle down and be nice, or I'll have to spank you too - then I'll fuck your ass anyway. Anyway you look at it you loose."

She started in on me again, but I just ignored her, placed my finger back on its little target and pressed while Mrs. Robinson's ass squirmed and gyrated frantically. She tightened up and reared back, but I just kept the pressure on that little ring of muscle till it yielded to me and my fingertip popped in, getting a whimper from the writhing lady.

***

I screwed my twisting finger up her asshole, well-lubricating her rectum, while Mrs. Robinson stretched out was making little throaty grunts with each little poke I gave her. She tightened up, closing on my finger instinctively as she reared back; I jiggled it a little, diddling her till she gurgled. She whimpered and tossed her head, shaking the soft folds of hair. Then I slowly eased my finger out of the sucking hole and watched it snap shut.

Frantically, I grabbed my prick between my fingers and pressed the head right into her ass, forcing it into the resistance of the stubborn reargate, while she groaned, and arched back. 

When I felt her resistance just beginning to weaken, I shoved harder driving my prick through the fleshy ring of muscle, gaining just a bit of entrance. She threw her thick hair back, and clenched her jaws as my prick forced its way into her rectum for the very first time. She gave a tight grunt, at each inch that I gained.




Here's to You, Mrs. Robinson



I clamped her hips, and held onto her as I kept pressing forward till my cock, which had been encountering a second wave of resistance, suddenly popped in and slid smoothly right up her rectum. 

Mrs. Robinson gurgled from deep in her throat and, as I wiggled my hips. I heard her give out with a long wavering "oooooh," a deep-throated moan when, with a powerful thrust of my hips, I drove up into her till my prick was all the way up in; my hairy crotch smack up against her smooth white rearmounds. It nearly drove me crazy when she tightened on me, clamped my prick in a vise-like grip like small fist. I wiggled my hips happily, letting her get the full feel of me up there, letting this mature, wonderful woman know she now had my entire college-boy's cock up her ass.

The skewered woman was twisting against her restraints and giving out with low hollow moans, distinctive sounds of love-making that I recognized; no longer pleading sighs of distress, but now something else - deep seated groans of sexual pleasure, the full-throated moans of a healthy, sensual woman caught up in the throes of passion. I smiled to myself, inanely pleased to be the one to force this excruciating pleasure upon her. 

Her passionate moans spurred me on. My hips were bucking instinctively, pumping into her with savage urgency, my prick sliding deep into the older woman's bowels in slow methodical strokes while I tightened my grip on her hips. I forced myself to slow to a more measured pace and brought forth a low groan of deep-seated pleasure from the impaled woman. At that moan I drove my prick all the way up her churning ass, till I could grind my hips against the softly pliant cheeks of Mrs. Robinson's lush, lovely bottom. It was then that I felt the first tremors begin to build in the body stretched-out beneath me.

I clenched my ass against the repeated thrills that racked me, each more exquisite than the last, threw back my head, and with a single brutal thrust, lunged into the woman under me, burying himself deep in her gyrating bottom. Unbelievably, I was fucking the elegant Mrs. Robinson up the ass! 

The lusty woman was crying out and squirming, raging like an animal, totally out of control.

"Oh, yess...lover...fuck me...fuck me... fuck meeeee!!" she repeated mindlessly in a breathy moan, tossing her thick black hair wildly about, caught up in sexual heat, burning with unbearable pleasure.

I felt the wild escalation of my own creamy pleasure, and knew I couldn't hold on much longer. The skewered woman beneath me was thrashing about like a mad woman as we fucked in rapid, heart-pounding thrusts. Then I felt it: a deep-seated quivering, the unmistakable trembling of a beginning orgasm that rose up in her out-stretched body. A tremendous surge of pleasure shot up in me, shook me as I arched back and grunted. And I came, erupting massively, pumping my cum repeatedly into Anne Robinson's warm, wonderful bottom, as she quivered and cried out and then moaned a shivering moan of profound satisfaction. 

***

She finally came down to earth and got herself together enough to get up and climb woozily out of bed. She started to walk away, but turned around and leaned over, bring a hand up to my face as she leaned down to give me kiss. Then I watched her pad off, still warm and naked, to the bathroom, humming her little tune: 'Are you going to Scarborough Fair?...' - all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, with a little smile of contentment, and a bit of a swagger in her walk. So here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.

The End