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