Mrs. Robinson Stays In

"There you are Daniel..." she said, smiling into the young man's eyes as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Her heady perfume preceded her across the room. Her lustrous black hair was hanging loose, tapered in a way that framed her face in an oval. She was wearing her wedding ring, a gold necklace and matching bracelet. She must have spent some time on her make-up because her eyes were skillfully outlined with mascara and her lips with a gleaming crimson lip gloss.

Dan guessed that she and her husband had reached some kind of a truce and were heading out to a party. He thought Mrs. Robinson looked very glamorous.

"I was just going to refill my drink. I'm having scotch. Won't you join me?..." Christine asked as she stepped up to the bar, grabbed the scotch bottle and another glass.

"Ahhh... thanks Mrs. Robinson but I don't usually drink scotch. I'd enjoy a beer though if you've got one."

Christine appeared not to have heard him as she walked over to Daniel with two scotches and handed him one.

"Here you are sir. The cure for what ails you. Cheers!..." she said, raising her glass, clinking his and taking a healthy swig.

Daniel didn't want to make a fuss so he raised his glass, said..."Cheers!..." and took a healthy swig as well.

His eyes immediately teared up and he only just managed not to choke on the fiery liquid. He really wasn't used to hard alcohol.

Mrs. Robinson smiled as his cheeks became a flaming crimson.

"Why don't we sit at the bar for our little talk,,," she said with a smile, taking Dan's arm and hugging it tightly against the side of one pneumatic tit. Dan was acutely aware of her curvaceous body pressing against his as she walked him over to the bar. They sat down on the high stools facing each other with their knees touching.

'Oh Oh...' Dan thought...'I guess she's gonna' want the grand apology now.'

"Mrs. Robinson. If it's about what happened two weeks ago, I really do want to..."

But at that point Christine reached out and put two fingers to Dan's lips to stop his words.

Dan couldn't help but notice the way one of her creamy tits lifted almost out of her dress when she did that.

"It appears I may have misjudged matters somewhat at our last meeting. I talked to Nikki and Karla after you left and they admitted that you weren't totally to blame for what I saw when I got home from the stables. They told me about their little sorority party and the...the... ahh...contest. After having been so hard on you I guess I should have been more upset with the girls. But really I couldn't help but laugh about it when they told me what they were doing to you. It reminded me so much of my own college days. So I guess if anyone should be making an apology it would be me. I beg your pardon young man..." Mrs. Robinson said holding her glass towards him and bending from the waist in a kind of seated bow.

As she did so her dress slipped down precariously. Dan had an unobstructed view of both her conical tits all the way down to her swollen red nipples. Those gently heaving orbs swayed provocatively under her little dress as she leaned towards him.

Dan could feel himself hardening in response to this enticing display and he squirmed on his stool to try to ease the growing tension in his pants.

"Cheers!..." Mrs. Robinson toasted again, her eyes dancing wickedly.

"Cheers!..." responded Dan while struggling to tear his eyes away from Christine's captivating boobs. He took another drink of the fiery scotch and felt it burn its way all the way down to the pit of his stomach.

He was quite relieved that he seemed to be out of the dog house with the voluptuous older woman sitting beside him. She was so attractive, so sexy he thought he might be in love. He was happy just to sit there next to her and wanted to keep her talking.

"You and my mom went to college together didn't you? What kind of trouble did you two get into. My mother never told me anything like that about those days."

"Well handsome, a mother isn't going to tell her son everything. But I don't mind telling you a couple of stories. Candy, your mother called herself Candy back then, Candy and I got pledged by a sorority that prided itself on its high academic levels. I don't know how they ever picked us."

Anyway, by the end of the first semester it was obvious that we were no rocket scientists. And your mother and I didn't want to get kicked out of this sorority so we came up with a plan."

"Did you sign up for some tutoring?"

"No we decided we'd do blowjobs."

"Excuse me?..." Dan asked, choking on his sip of scotch. He was sure he must have misheard Mrs. Robinson.

"Blowjobs...you know. Sex for grades. It's a simple system but your mother and I refined it to an art form. She or I would alternate hanging around the teacher's lounge in the evenings.

My plan was, when one of our profs came out I'd pretend to bump into him and ask if he'd mind dropping me at a girlfriend's on his way home."

Dan couldn't believe she was telling him this.

"I don't think any of them ever said no to me. And then I'd be real friendly with them in the car and ultimately point out a church parking lot or a park entrance and say my friend lived just across the street. Once we got stopped I'd say...'By the way Professor Brown. I'm sure you've noticed I'm not doing real well in your course. That's starting to worry me a little. Now I think you should know that I don't do well on written exams. But I do have excellent oral skills. Perhaps you'd like me to demonstrate...'While I was saying that I'd be reaching over and slowly sliding my hand up their thigh."

Which is exactly what she was doing to Dan as she related her story. The young man was terrified that she wouldn't stop her hand until she discovered just how hard she was making him with her raunchy tale.

"Now you've got to remember that your mother and I went to that little rinky dink college out in Boise. Most of the teachers there were these uptight Methodists, young guys who had married their college sweethearts seven or eight years earlier and who hadn't been getting any regular sex since the babies started to come."

"Oh they might start out by saying...'No Miss Cassidy. You can't! How would I ever face my wife?.'...But once I got my head in their laps and their nuts in my hands they weren't thinking about the little woman any more. All they were thinking about was trying not to come too soon. Once you get a guy by the balls you can make him do anything you want. Did you know that baby?..."

"Ahhh...Whaaa!...Unnn...I guess I never thought about it..." Dan stammered, sure that Mrs. Robinson must have noticed by now the way his erection was tenting the front of his pants, just above her caressing hand.

"Anyway, there'd I'd be, going down on these guys in the front seat of their cars and they'd be moaning and squirming around. Your mother and I learned a few tricks and we became quite an amazing pair of little sluts back then. So I'd be working them over real slow and sloppy and just when they were about to pop I'd slide off them for a moment and look them in the eye. In my sexiest voice I'd say...'Does your wife swallow baby? Because for a 3.7 on my mid- term, I will!'...And then, still keeping my eyes on theirs, I'd suck them all the way back to the opening of my throat and start humming, you know going...'Umm Hmm...Umm Hmm... Umm...Ummm....Ummmm...'."

"They'd always come when I did that. They probably never even got blown at home let alone see their frumpy little wives swallow it. They'd usually shoot these really enormous loads like they were trying to drown me in it. Fortunately I learned to love the taste of come so I never minded. In fact I really enjoyed being able to control them like that, hold them off or make them come whenever I wanted to. Really it was all over from the moment I got into their pants. And your mother was even worse. She loved doin' the guys but if we were having a problem in a class with a female teacher she'd approach her the same way. She always said those over-educated bitches were all latent lesbians and that once you got your tongue up their twat you could make them sing an opera while they were coming on your face. We finished our first year with a 3.6 and a 3.7 grade point average. We had the highest marks of anyone in our sorority and we learned some really important life skills. Would you like me to show you?"

Dan's mind was racing as he pictured all the lurid images that Christine's story had planted in his brain. He barely heard the last thing she said and had to ask..."I'm sorry, would I like to what?..."

"Would you like me to give you a blow job?..."

Dan just looked back at the voluptuous older woman, totally speechless. She must have said something else that he missed. She couldn't actually be offering to blow him. He was sure if he said anything at all she would know what he was thinking and a) she would be outraged at his lewd ideas or b) she would simply laugh at him for having such a perverted imagination.

It was better to just say nothing and see what happened next.

"Come on sweetheart. I know I was kind of rough on you out by the pool last time but I want to make it up to you. I've seen the way you've been sneaking peeks at these big old titties of mine..." Christine purred, idly drifting the index finger of her left hand through her beckoning cleavage. At the same time she moved her right hand up even higher on the inside of Dan's thigh so that the edge of her palm was gently nudging his balls.

Dan sucked back a moan of arousal when she did that.

"You'd love to get your hands on these big babies wouldn't you sweetheart? I might let you play with them if you ask me nicely. I might let you do a lot more than that..." she said her eyes sparkling wickedly. Then she leaned forward so that her moist lips were just brushing Dan's ear and she whispered..."Why don't you come upstairs with me and we'll have some fun?"

Finally Dan came to the amazing realization that Mrs. Robinson, his fantasy older woman, was really offering herself to him. He knew he'd better get off his ass before she changed her mind. Clumsily he slid off his stool, putting his empty scotch glass on the bar.

"Mrs. Robinson it would be my pleasure to accompany you to the ends of the earth."

Dan cringed to hear himself say something so doofus. He blamed it on the scotch and offered up a blushing smile.

Christine smiled at his awkwardness while she finished her own drink. Then she put her glass down, got up, took his hand and turned toward the stairs.

"Just imagine all the things I'm going to do to you!..." she murmured over her shoulder as she led him up to her room.

Dan was practically trembling with excitement as Mrs. Robinson led him into her bedroom. His eyes had been locked on the taut globes of her ass as they were going up the stairs and into her room. The way those two sculpted spheres swayed up and down beneath her clingy little knit skirt as she moved was truly amazing.

Mrs. Robinson drew him right up to the bed and then turned to stand in front of him.

"Take off your clothes,,," she purred as she started to undo the wide leather belt that cinched her waist.

Dan was hastily obeying her request and had just gotten his pants fully unzipped when a plaintive voice whined...

"Please Chrissy. You're not going to do this are you?..."

"Oh my God!..." Dan gasped, freezing where he stood. Following the sound of the voice he looked over Mrs. Robinson's shoulder.

Behind her, next to the dressing table, sitting in a hard chair in just his boxer shorts was Mr. Robinson. He was looking anxiously at his wife's back and seemed to be about to get up from his chair and yet he didn't. Then Dan realized that he wasn't just sitting in the chair. His hands and his ankles were tied to the chair legs with some kind of Velcro straps. He wasn't going anywhere tied up like that.

"What's he doing here?..." Dan asked in utter confusion.

"He? You mean John? My husband? Well actually that's an interesting story..." Christine began, turning her head to glare angrily at her husband.

"Earlier today I got a phone call from one of John's little friends. It turns out he's been banging the new intern at the office for over a month now. Tiffany or Stephanie or something like that."

"Kimberly..." her husband said quietly.

"Kimberly! Of course it would be a Kimberly..."

"Anyway Kimberly wasn't very happy with the situation and decided to call me to confess all, the little slut. So the short version is that John is now officially cut off for the foreseeable future. His pussy privileges are officially revoked around here. And I've decided that I want him to see exactly what it is that he won't be getting for a long, long time. That's why we're going to do it right now. Right here! You and me! In front of him!...." Mrs. Robinson purred, turning her fiery gaze back on Daniel.

John just groaned and squirmed in his chair. It hadn't really been like that. That little witch Kimberly had been all over him at the office. She was always leaning over him from behind, shoving those little apple tits of hers into the back of his neck, sitting on his desk in front of him and rubbing his leg with hers. He was only human for God's sake. He had told Christine that it had just been a little fling, that the girl didn't mean anything to him.

But Christine had been really building up a head of steam after she got that phone call. She seemed reasonable at first. Said that if he let her tie him up and have her way with him, which was a little game they played sometimes, that she might forgive him. But once she got him tied up she really raised the roof. She called him every name under the sun and told him he was going to be really, really sorry. Then she had got dolled up and headed down stairs. He didn't know what she had in mind but he never expected anything like this.

"Please sweetheart. I'll make it up to you. Please don't do this..." he pleaded.

"Shut up!..." Christine snarled over her shoulder, then turned her eyes back to Dan's.

"Mrs. Robinson. I don't think I can do this. Not with him right there..." Dan said, his eyes shifting back and forth apprehensively from Mr. to Mrs. Robinson.

"Dan. Look at me baby! Look at me! Ignore dickhead over there..."

As Dan refocused his gaze, Christine stepped a little sideways to block his view of her husband. Then she reached down for the hem of her dress and calmly pulled it up over her head. When she had it off she held it out to her side for a moment as she shook out her mane of lustrous black hair. She coolly dropped the grey fabric on the floor, pulled her shoulders back and the put her hands on her waist.

"You've really hit the jackpot tonight lover..." she purred, standing in a totally shameless pose in front of the gaping young man

Christine's creamy bare tits were thrusting arrogantly towards him. They had an incredible fulsome weight to them but the conical ends of them still tilted up with youthful energy. Her puffy aureole were a dusky maroon color capped with crimson nipples. She was wearing nothing more than her high heels and a garter belt with taut nylon straps attached to the tops of her smoky nylons. For panties she wore black cami knickers, lacy and loose around her hips but so tight between her loins that Dan could clearly see the outline of her fleshy labia through the material. She looked incredibly hot and she knew it.

As Dan stood there staring, nervously stammering..." I...Ahhh... I'm not... Ahhh...I don't ..." Christine calmly walked up to him. Dan could hear her nylons swishing together as she moved.

The raven haired beauty stopped in front of him, raised one hand and cupped the side of his face. She reached her other hand into his shorts and closed it around his faltering erection. Then she leaned close so that her naked breasts were mushed into his chest and her lips were next to his ear.

"You know when I found you with your cock out in front of the girls last week I wanted you right then..." she purred, her arm moving up and down as she stroked him in his shorts.

"While you were squirming in Karla's arms I couldn't help imagining myself in her place, that huge boner of yours rubbing against my pussy the whole time. When we were done I was so wet I had to come up here and get myself off right on this bed."

"Ohh Goddd!..." Dan groaned in response to Mrs. Robinson's skilled touch and her provocative story.

The wanton older woman smiled to feel Dan's cock turning steel hard once more under her insistently shuttling hand.

"I could just feel this big tool of yours sliding in and out of me, faster and faster. You were trying to hold it back so I clenched myself around your cock so that you had to really pound me to get it all the way in. I pictured myself grabbing you with my arms and my legs and pulling you as deep inside me as I could, deeper than anyone has ever been in me before and that's when you lost it. Of course you couldn't hold it when I did that. You stiffened up and blew an enormous load deep inside me. It was so hot and gushing so deep in me and that's when I came too. There was so much goo that it was just rushing out of me, dripping onto the bed. And it was sooo good!..." Christine enthused.

"Ahhhh!..." Dan moaned. Helplessly he wrapped his arms around Mrs. Robinson's waist as he ducked his head down and buried his face in the scented valley between her tits.

"You want to fuck me like that lover. Your cock wants to fuck me like that. I can feel it!..." Mrs. Robinson purred, giving his resurgent tool a hard squeeze that made him weak in the knees.

"Mmmmm!... he groaned into the sultry press of her boobs.

"I'm going to do things to you that you never even imagined. When I'm done with you, you won't be able to get it up for a week. Now let's get you out of these clothes."

And with that she took her hand out of his underwear and wrestled his pants and shorts to the floor. While Dan fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, Mrs. Robinson reached out for a gold lipstick tube on the bedside table. She took off the top and started to apply a vivid scarlet red sheen to her pursed lips.

When she had finished with the lipstick she smacked her lips together moistly a couple of times and then did a slow cruise around the oval of her parted lips with the tip of her tongue.

Dan watched her hungrily.

With her lips still parted she took Dan's arm and stood him sideways next to the bed. This way John would be able to see everything.

When Dan's eyes started to drift over to her husband she said sharply..." Look at me Dan. Look at my mouth!"

And with that Barbara sank to her knees in front of the wide eyed young man. She pulled his quivering shaft away from his belly and held it out towards her. Then without ever taking her eyes from his, she leaned forward and slipped her scarlet lips around his knob.

"Mmmm!..." she purred as she siphoned the head of his cock into her mouth and went to work on its sensitive underside with her tongue.

"Ohh Godddd!..." Dan moaned in excitement. The humid heat of her mouth surrounding him, her gleaming red lips shaped into a perfect O around his shaft, her tongue twisting around and around his cock crown, all these things were sending him into a sensory overload. The way his balls were tensing up already he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold it very long. His hands were sort of hovering at his side, afraid to reach out and grab Mrs. Robinson's mane of dark hair and slam her face into his crotch which is what he really wanted to do.

"Unn!...Unnn!..." he groaned as the tension in his groin grew rapidly. He was barely aware of Christine's left hand sliding up between his parted thighs. She moved her hand up until she was lightly prodding his unsuspecting sphincter with her sharp nailed fingertip. She could tell he was going to loose it quickly and she wanted to have a little more fun with him before he did. With a loud slurp she slid off his throbbing meat.