The school library was not open during the afternoon, since most of the students had classes, and one day, the week before, one of Jennifer's teachers had sent her to the library with a key to fetch a reference book required in class. Jennifer had done so, but she had forgotten to return the key. She discovered the key in her handbag today, and having a free period, thought she would return it to the teacher whom had given it to her.
She was walking through the corridors, heading for the teacher's classroom and passing the library on the way. She had actually gone past it when she suddenly stopped, struck by a marvelous idea. The library would be deserted at this hour. It was a comfortable place where a girl could relax, without worrying about interruptions or having juicy, incriminating sounds overheard. It was, in fact, the ideal place for her to get her rocks off during her free period.
Jennifer grinned with enthusiasm.
She had been trying to sublimate the yearnings in her loins. Now her pussy began to steam with anticipation. She turned and went back, looking around to make sure there was no one else watching her, but not really worried because she could always claim that she was merely returning the key.
The corridor was empty. She unlocked the door to the library and went in, locking it behind her again. She giggled, feeling like a burglar or sneak thief. That feeling added to the thrill of the situation. Sexy things were almost more exciting when they were a bit naughty, or a bit risky, she thought. And if they were really naughty they would be awfully exciting. That was why she always let her imagination run away with her when she was giving herself a hand-job. She was liable to imagine the most wicked things that added spice to the act.
For instance, she liked to pretend that she was getting gang banged. Now, Jennifer never for a moment expected that she would ever be a willing party to a cluster fuck, but thinking about it was tremendously stimulating. De pending on the mood she was in, she would imagine that half a dozen lusty young men were fucking her, one right after the other, shooting their cum into her cunt in sequence while she came on each prick, in turn. Or she might really stretch her imagination to the limits and pretend that three men were screwing her at the same time. One would be in each orifice, with her nubile body buffeted between them, squirming with pleasure as those three stout pricks hosed her from all sides and she melted in creamy release. That fantasy really turned her on, but it was just that, a fantasy. It could never really happen because, although she knew that eventually she was going to get fucked, she never dreamed of taking it up the ass in actuality.
And what should she think about today?
A dozen escaped convicts, maybe?
That was always a lovely fantasy.
Huge, hard, hairy, horny criminals, just broken out of prison, devoid of women for years and with vast loads of cum stored up in their balls during their incarceration. She imagined their long cocks, massive and rampant, more like the tools that these men had used to break into safes or batter down locked doors, than normal cocks. Sometimes she thought of being raped by the convicts, and at other times she imagined herself taking pity on them, because they hadn't been fucked for so long a time, and spreading her legs as they fucked her, one by one and then came back for seconds.
Or the basketball team?
Most of the boys on the team were kind of ugly, gangly lads with plenty of blemishes but they were tall. Jennifer liked to imagine that their pricks were in proportion to their heights and that, when they shot, a lump of jism as big as a basketball was dunked into her hairy pussy hole.
Maybe the football team!
She had a pet fantasy about sneaking into the locker room at halftime and giving head to the whole team while they were wearing their padded armor and helmets, still hot and sweaty from the violent game and then blowing the water boy, too, just for the hell of it.
The baseball team had certain fantasy value, too.
Pricks the sizes of bats could get a girl churned up; no doubt of that. Their cum whacked into her like a fastball into a catcher's mitt, or slipped in like a sliding base runner.
Sometimes she even thought about girls.
Jennifer was certainly not a lesbian, neither practicing nor latent, and because she was sure of that, she didn't mind fantasizing about other girls, she thought that lesbianism was terribly perverted and that made it all the more exciting to imagine and pretend.
She thought about playing with plump titties and stroking juicy cunts and once in a while, when she was feeling really hot and horny and naughty, she would wonder what it was like to suck a cunt. She never imagined making love with any girl she knew, but always with some stranger whom she had just met, some girl or woman who did not even know her name, so that she could be as depraved as she wished and not have to worry about being embarrassed later, when she saw the girl again.
Often the fantasy girls were faceless, often they were dumb, frequently were shadow-figures but they always had nice fat, creamy cunts and big stiff nipples, and they panted and moaned and whimpered when Jennifer made them come.
It was hard to decide which fantasy to think about today.
She didn't like to switch from one to the other. She preferred to carry the same image on through the hand job.
She decided that she would simply start stroking her pussy and see what image sprang to her mind.
Then she wondered where to do it. The librarian's chair looked comfortable. But the desk was right in front of the door and it might not be that safe because it was always possible that some teacher might stop by with a key. Jennifer didn't like to have to worry about interruptions when she was frigging merrily away on her pussy. It was really awful to have to stop in the middle of pleasant pussy petting or, worse, in the midst of a climax.
She vividly remembered one time when that had happened. It had been both frustrating and embarrassing. Jennifer had been playing with her pussy in the bathtub, a place she frequently enjoyed a hand job. She had soaped her plump tits up first, pretending that the soap lather was cum. Her nipples became nice and stiff and tingling. Then she had settled back, knees lifted, rubbing her cunt to a foam just below the surface of the warm water.
She had just started to come when her father walked in!
He had not realized that the bathroom was occupied, but he wasn't embarrassed by it. He had merely come to get something out of the medicine cabinet, and excusing himself to Jennifer, had proceeded to do so. It obviously had not occurred to him that his daughter was now a nubile and sexy young lady and that he should not be looking at her, naked in the bathtub.
Nor would it have embarrassed Jennifer if her nipples had not been erect and her cunt just starting to melt.
Her father had got what he came for and turned, smiling. Then he raised his eyebrows when he saw that his daughter's tit-tips were standing out.
A fleeting frown crossed his brow.
What thought was her father having? Had he just realized that his little girl was no longer a little girl? Had he understood the reason for her nipples being so stiff? Was he, perhaps, disturbed by some unexpected hint of an incestuous thought?
Jennifer had blushed and tried to look innocent and not at all concerned that he was looking at her.
Then, to her horror, her pussy had creamed! She had stopped finger fucking herself when her father had entered the bathroom, of course but her hot cunt had reached the point of no return and it rippled into a juicy orgasm. Oh, the shame of it! Already blushing, Jennifer now turned red as a beet.
Her father stood there, a puzzled look on his face. He seemed about to say something, for his lips trembled and parted, but no words came out.
Cunt juice came out, however.
The slippery stuff was flooding from Jennifer's crotch and floating to the surface of the water in blobs. It spread out in slimy tentacles from her hairy crotch. The poor girl was absolutely mortified. Surely her father must realize what the stuff was! He must be able to recognize cunt juice – after all, he must have fucked her mother to many a creamy orgasm.
Furthermore, despite her shame, Jennifer could not keep herself from moaning and squirming around as the thrill of her coming laced through her overheated loins.
She snatched up the soap and began to lather her belly furiously, pretending that the little whimpers she was making were caused by the pleasure of laving herself and working up a thick lather to conceal the incriminating cunt juice in the water.
Her father had stared for some time.
Then he had smiled – a rather strange and strained smile, in fact – then turned away, leaving the room.
Jennifer sighed with relief.
She figured that he hadn't realized what she had been doing, after all. Her cunt juice did look quite a bit like soapsuds, all frothy and lathery, and a girl might well squirm and moan, in all innocence and purity, when she was soaping her belly.
She relaxed. Then, quite suddenly, a wash of lust coursed through her, running like malaria through her veins.
Incest was awfully naughty. And awfully exciting, too.
Jennifer would never dream of committing such a sin.
But she could think about it, in all the juicy details, while once more she rubbed her cunt to a foam.
In fact, Jennifer's father had been perfectly aware of what his daughter was doing in the tub, and he had identified that cunt juice the moment he saw it float to the surface.
And what was his reaction? Was he shocked by the revelation? Shocked or not, he was certainly affected by it. He had not, in truth, really looked at Jennifer before – not as a man looking at a woman. Now he was stunned to realize that she was nubile and sexy and, obviously, horny. Her soap-slippery body was tremendously stimulating, infinitely desirable, absolutely inspirational.
She had those sweet, plump titties, floating on the surface of the water like water wings, and her fat nipples looked like the valves by which those water wings had been inflated! Her gently rounded belly and her smooth, slippery thighs seemed to cry out for the caress of a man's eager hands – not, to mention her cunt! Her pubic triangle, as red as the hair on her head, was like a burning bush and, lower down, her cunt slit had been parted and filled with juice, a creamy flower begging for the pollen out of a prick! And his prick had reacted, as would any man's.
Leaving the bathroom, Jennifer's father had rapidly been getting a thundering hard-on.
He gnashed his teeth and rolled his eyes.
The man was determined to will his erection to collapse. He thought it was wicked to get a hard-on because he had seen his daughter naked, and he vowed to force such incestuous thoughts from his mind. But his cock was resolute. The more he willed it to subside, the bigger it grew. His balls also were swelling up like balloons.
He was suffering agonies of shame, but his cock didn't give a damn. He concentrated on other things. He thought of the Boston Red Sox. His prick flaunted itself like a baseball bat. He thought of mowing the lawn. His prick was humming like a lawnmower. He staggered downstairs, off balance, the great bulk of his groin throwing him off balance, the bloated dimensions of his gorged balls forcing him to walk with a bowlegged gait. Lust hummed in his ears.
There was another humming sound coming from the front room. In his confusion, he imagined that it must be another hard prick, vibrating with urgency.
He staggered into the room.
His wife was vacuuming the carpet.
Her back was to him. She stood in the doorway, his cock pointing at her, dragging the front of his trousers out to a point. He looked at her firm, well-rounded ass. She was a redhead, like Jennifer. From the back, she looked very much like Jennifer.
He simply had to empty his balls.
There was no way on earth that his enormous erection was going to ebb until he had drained it.
He opened his fly and his cock sprang out like a coiled spring, twanging as it snapped upright. Cock-first, he moved across the room. His wife did not hear him approaching because of the noise that the vacuum cleaner was making. She was bobbing up and down as she moved the cleaning device back and forth. He came up behind her, his prick throbbing. I will not think of Jennifer! He vowed.
I must not pretend that my wife is my daughter! He was absolutely determined not to do that, not to commit a sin of mental incest.
He lifted his wife's dress and tugged her panties down.
Startled, she looked over her shoulder. Then she smiled as she felt his throbbing prick press against her ass.
"Why, what a nice surprise," she said.
She spread her legs. He slipped his cock between them, driving up along her crotch. The head of his prick came poking out from her groin.
She was astride his cock as if she were sitting on a pole and her cunt lips slurped on his cock shaft. Then he dipped his knees lower so that his prick angled up and his cock head slipped into her pussy.
"Ummm," she purred as she felt that bloated slab of hot meat nuzzling at the entrance to her pussy.
He held steady for a moment, then pushed up her cunt, burying his prick balls deep with the first long, rippling stoke. She had been taken by surprise and had not been horny, but she was a woman who needed little encouragement to get turned on. Her cunt was wet and slippery already. The very surprise of the unexpected approach had turned her on, plus the fact that they were fucking in an unusual position and in an unusual place. She loved to get fucked. They fucked a lot and she would have liked to fuck even more often. She appreciated a good fucking like this, totally out of the blue.
She shuddered and squirmed on his cock.
He held the full penetration for a long moment, trembling with the ecstasy of being buried up her pussy, every inch of his hot cock squeezed by her sweet, slippery cunt, and let ting her savor the thrill of being full of his prick.
Her panties were hobbling her around the knees.
She squirmed out of them and kicked them off. The movements caused her cunt to caress his cock. He groaned and clamped his hands on her hipbones, gripping her hard.
She rotated her pelvis, winding her cunt around on his cock like a nut onto a bolt.
She was still leaning on the handle of the vacuum cleaner, bracing herself against it as she moved her ass. The vacuum cleaner was still switched on, buzzing merrily away. She did not switch it off.
Like Jennifer, she was inclined to make a lot of noise when she creamed, and it seemed a good idea, with the girl in the house, to cover the sounds of lust with the innocent humming of the vacuum cleaner.
His cock was humming inside her loins.
She could feel his hot cock vibrate.
Her cunt was sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner, as if to drag the cum from his balls.
"Fuck," she whispered.
He braced his knees, clinging to her hipbones, then began to pour the prick to her with furious intensity.
She had no idea what had turned her husband on this morning, but she welcomed it. She met him with equal energy, pushing her ass back against his belly, grinding her hips from side to side, jamming her hot crotch down to meet him as he fed his cock up her cunt hole. He slammed in, jolted in, cork-screwed in. Her cunt was working like a wringer, clamping and pulling on his prick. He fucked faster.
His balls swung against her crotch as he stuffed his prick in to the root, driving his cock head deep into her belly.
Her flaming hair cascaded as she tossed her head from side to side. That hair was the same color as Jennifer's but no! He must not think of such a thing!
She began to come.
"Oh! Darling, shoot up me!" she cried, wanting him to come with her, to share the moment of joy.
"Yes!" he rasped.
His balls were ready to burst.
I'm fucking my wife! He thought desperately.
And then his hot jism was hosing her cunt. And, sure enough, be pretended she was his daughter.
Afterwards, with his cock and balls emptied, Jennifer's father was heartily ashamed of his lascivious thoughts and his incestuous fantasies. But he hadn't been able to help it. And, in time, he came to realize that there was no real harm in the imagining of such things. As long as it never went, beyond fantasy.
He thought about his teenaged daughter quite often, after that, while fucking his wife.
And Jennifer, too, had a new frig-fantasy. It was even naughtier, she thought, than the one about giving head to the football team or the one about putting out, charitably, for the sex-starved escaped convicts.
She often thought about fucking her father when she finger fucked herself. Sometimes she pretended that she was sucking his prick, too. She worked up a lovely scenario in which she sneaked into her parents' bed in the dark of night and sucked her daddy off while he thought that it was his wife who had gone down on him.
And, when she got really carried away, she pretended that she had moved over, after she had milked her father's cock, and gave her mothers cunt a good tonguing, as well.
That one was so naughty that, even when she was really hot, Jennifer had to blush when she imagined it. But it was very exciting, she had to admit.
Yes, Jennifer was a girl who masturbated a lot and who thought of many naughty things while she did so.
She was all set to give herself a good hand job now.
And she didn't know, yet, that she was in for an unexpected treat.