1. Here's to You, Mrs. Robinson


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Anal, Mature, Author: bossinmotion, Rating: 91, Source: xHamster

    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. &#034No!&#034 she snapped, yanking my hand away. &#034Not there! I don't like that!&#034 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 c***d. 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: &#034What the hell are you waiting for, Benjamin...do it! Fuck me!&#034 Yeah, Mrs. R. was one of those randy chicks who simply loved a good fuck, couldn't get enough of it. ...
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