"God yes! Fuck me hard!" the naked woman begged. The carpet was rough under her elbows and knees. To either side the stacks of books loomed over her like guardians, seeming to look down in disapproval on this lewd intrusion on their quiet sanctum. "Ram that big fat cock all the way to my tonsils!"
Kneeling behind her, the tall, well-built young man shook blond hair out of his eyes and gazed down at the perfectly matched demi globes of her ass, divided neatly by the massive pillar of cock he was driving into her pussy from behind. His prick was smeared with aromatic juices. His vigorous fucking made a rhythmic sound as the cock pistoned in and out of the seething pussy.
The woman's whole body undulated as she fucked the youth back with all her skill and passion. Those achingly lovely white buttocks surged and rolled around the endless cock as it rammed home. Her pussy sucked noisily on the prick as it pulled out.
The youth's clutching fingers made deep depressions in the flawless skin of her ass. With every lunging stroke his dangling balls smacked wetly into the midst of her gaping, cock-gorged pussy lips. Her cunt felt like a combination of a hot, wet vacuum cleaner and a roller-coaster ride on his cock.
A thin film of sweat sheened their naked bodies. The musty air of the library was thick with the smell of aroused and greedy cunt. The huffing and puffing of erotic exertions rang around the structural members of the ceiling.
"That's it," the woman choked out as the cock slammed deep into her cunt. "Just keep it up like that, big boy. I'm going to come at… any… minute – ahh!"
"That's good," grunted the fair-haired youth. He slid his palms over the satiny smoothness of that churning ass. "I can't hold out much longer myself!"
The woman barely heard him. Intolerable pressure was building up in her pussy. Pressure that could only be let off in one way. Desperate to prolong the sweet ecstasy of fucking, the woman tried to fight back her climax, but it was too much, she had to – "Eeeeeeyyyyaaaahhhh!" she shrieked.
The very walls seemed to tremble with the enormity of it – screaming, in the halls of a library! "I'm coooommmmmiiinnnggg!"
For the young man it was as if his cock had suddenly taken on a life of his own. The hungry prick seemed to drag his hips back and forth as the steaming cauldron of the woman's cunt boiled over with orgasm. The intensity of her climax shook him like a giant hand.
Then her pussy clamped down on his huge, thrusting prick. "Woof!" he exclaimed, and spewed come like a firehose into the furthest regions of her snatch.
She tossed her head from side to side, moaning low in her throat, her short auburn hair whipping her cheeks. She was complete. Her body and soul were thrilling to a thunderous orgasm. A giant cock was ramrodding her cunt from behind, and better, was pumping her pussy full of rich, warm come. It had been so long, so long.
"Miss?"
So long since she had known the irresistible, domineering urgency of a rigid male cock coming in her pussy.
"Miss?" The voice was tentative, but tinged with impatience.
"Don't talk," the woman moaned, "just keep fucking me!"
"I beg your pardon?"
Jacquelin Hyde snapped her eyes opened. A pimply-faced teenager stood peering across the book check-out desk at her. His face was dead pale and his eyes were big as duck eggs. The librarian felt herself blushing.
"Umm, uh – I said, keep trucking, Lee. Just a friendly greeting." She adjusted her round-framed glasses, feeling like a total idiot. "May I help you?"
Wordlessly, the boy shoved a pile of books at her.
Jacqui bit her lip as she watched the narrow-shouldered figure beat a hasty retreat, clutching his bundle of books. You almost blew it that time, baby, she told herself.
Almost of its own accord, her ass wiggled in the seat of her swivel chair. Her long, slender thighs were pressed tightly together. The hot smell of nylons soaked with pungent pussy sauce was thick in her nostrils. How could the kid have failed to recognize the unmistakable odor of aroused cunt?
Then Jacqui thought about what the kid looked like. No, of course he wouldn't recognize it.
Looking like that, he'd never have smelled an aroused pussy!
Her thighs squirmed together. Dammit, she was still turned on!
She looked around. It was late afternoon, and the library was deserted. She cupped her full, ripe tits in her hand. She could feel the straining hardness of her nipples even through her blouse and brassiere. She was still horny as hell from her graphic fantasy – she could still feel that gigantic cock driving into her!
She'd been too long without a man. It was six months since her divorce, and over six months since she'd last gotten fucked. She dropped her hands to her lap. Slowly, her fingers inched their way down till they covered the moist mound of her pussy.
A soft groan of pleasure rose unbidden in her throat as she began to massage the soft mound of her cunt. She was going to have to be more careful about when she fantasized. If that kid hadn't been a naive schmuck, and sexually insecure into the bargain, the jig would be up right now.
She'd also have to watch out what she fantasized as well. That had been no imaginary lover, kneeling on the carpet of the Robert V. Woodward Memorial Library, fucking his big cock in and out of her like a horny stallion.
It was her nephew Martin!
Martin, big, powerful, sexy Martin. Hard to believe he had only just turned eighteen. With his professor father and mother – Jacqui's sister – on a year's sabbatical in Athens studying Greek culture, he and Jacqui had been alone together in that big house for two months. And in that time Jacqui Hyde had become painfully aware of just what a desirable stud her teenaged nephew was.
Her head jerked back. Her eyes turned glassy. "Unnnh," she moaned. There was a brief, sharp spasming in her cunt, and then her body relaxed.
She'd brought herself off. But big deal! Her orgasm had been just a brief twinge, a mere release of sexual tension. Not the grand outburst of ecstasy it should have been.
Something was very wrong. And it would take a real man to set it right again!
At first Jacqui thought she had the sprawling suburban house to herself. Then she heard voices, echoing up the stairs from the basement. Downstairs was the rec room and a surprisingly well-equipped gym. Martin must have some of his friends down there shooting pool. She walked to the door and opened it, to call down a greeting so the boy wouldn't worry when he heard movement upstairs.
"Oh, wow!" a girl's voice floated clearly up to the woman's startled ears. "What a cock! I just can't get over it – let me at it!" She heard a guttural grunt from her nephew.
Heart thudding, Jacqui kicked off her shoes. Then in nyloned feet she crept quietly down the stairs. Her joints somehow felt weak and watery, and there was a tightness in the base of her throat. She had to lean against one wall for support.
She reached the bottom of the stairs. Cautiously, she peered out around the end of the stairwell.
Her nephew wasn't playing pool, but he was plying his cue all right. He stood, naked but for a red muscle shirt stretched over his broad chest, beside the flat green table. On her knees before him was a black-haired girl in a cheerleader's costume. He was fucking his rigid prick in and out between her full, moist lips.
His prick was every bit as huge as Jacqui had imagined it!
"That feels nice," the boy murmured, tangling his hand in the gleaming wealth of raven hair at his waist. "But I've got an even better idea!"
He tugged upward on the black hair. The girl gave a little squeal around his prick, fully half of which was thrust into her face, forcing her jaws far apart and making her round cheeks pooch out like a chipmunk's. Then she started to climb to her feet. Stubbornly, she kept her oral hold of the big cock. Wetly it slid out of her sucking mouth, till at last it popped free. It sprang up, flicking the girl's own saliva into her face.
"Why'd you do that?" the girl asked, straightening. Her full young boobs were heaving with passion under her white sweater. "I was just getting into it!"
"So was I, baby," Martin assured her. "But like I said, I got a better idea."
He put his hands around her narrow waist and lifted. She was a head shorter than he was, but was voluptuously built for a girl her age, plush-hipped, big-titted, with a round saucy ass only just concealed by the hem of her red skirt. In spite of this, Martin lifted her as if she were no heavier than a child. He sat her on the edge of the pool table.
One hand reached for a ripe tit as the other slid up a satin thigh into the abbreviated skirt. "Ooh," the girl moaned as Martin began to caress her jug and her pussy mound simultaneously. "That's a good idea!"
"I haven't even started yet," Martin murmured.
He let go of the tit. He took hold of the lower edge of the cheerleader's blouse and began to roll it upwards, exposing an expanse of the girl's pale belly. The other hand was kneading the squirmy pussy lips through the thin material of her panties. His hard cock burned like a beacon between the cheerleader's parted thighs.
Unseen in the stairwell, Jacqui Hyde gazed in awe as her nephew tugged the blouse up over the brunette's tits. They were incredible! A wealth of snowy titflesh was barely restrained by a lacy white nothing of a bra. The nipples, seen through the gauzy bra, were big cherry-sized nubbins in palm-sized patches of aureole, so dark they were almost purple – a sharp contrast to the pink-tinged pallor of her cantaloupe-like jugs.
With a coo like a horny dove the cheerleader took over from Martin, whipping her blouse the rest of the way off and flinging it in a corner, where it draped over an exercise cycle's handlebars. With his free hand the muscular youth began to maul a giant boob, as the girl reached back with feverish fingers to undo the bra's clasp. The bra came away, and the brunette's tits bounced free.
Martin gave a low cry of delight and buried his face between the girl's boobs, licking and gnawing the toothsome titflesh. "Ooooh!" the girl exclaimed, and crushed his blond head to her jugs. She rocked her hips back to allow the ragingly horny youth to yank her panties from her rounded ass.
Martin Reinhard was surrounded by resilient walls of tit. The brunette's boobs had a slightly salty, slightly sweet taste the youth found more maddening than any perfume. And the smell of raw cunt from where he was stroking one finger over the sensitive lips of her pussy was pure delight to his nostrils.
He nibbled his way to the crest of the wiggling girl's boob. Rather than nip daintily at her inflated nipple, he spread his jaws wide and sucked the tip of the tit, aureole, fat nipple, and all, into his hungry mouth. The girl moaned with delight and stroked his head.
"Oh yes!" she trilled. "Suck my titty! And, ahhhhh, your finger feels so good going into my cunt! Fuck me with your finger, big boy! Get your knuckles wet!"
Loud squelching sounds told Jacqui that the girl was getting her wish!
She leaned back against the wall of the stairwell, out of sight of the passionate teenagers. Her breath was coming faster. Her heart pounded as if she'd just run a quarter mile. What a spectacle!
She recognized the black-haired buxom girl, now. Her name was Anne Roxbury, and she was in Martin's class at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School. She'd been around once or twice before that Jacqui knew of. She was a polite and intelligent-seeming girl, from the few times Jacqui had talked to her. Of course, she was showing a side of herself that the lithe and youthfully lovely librarian hadn't suspected she possessed.
But then again, so was Martin!
"You're biting my nipple! Hey, that hurts – but it hurts so goooood! Keep chewing my tit; keep fucking my pussy with your finger – don't ever stop!" Jacqui was aware of a new feeling, deep inside. A feeling of jealousy. Why was this little teenybopper getting something she had been denied for so long? The feelings of passion, that had almost caused her to humiliate herself that afternoon, returned in force. The odor of her own hungrily-watering twat added to the tang of the cheerleader's cunt sauce, being spattered all over the rec room by Martin's probing middle finger!
The tall youth began pushing his girlfriend back and down onto the green top of the pool table. Her blue eyes glittered with anticipation and horniness. "That's right!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me now with that great big lovely cock!"
"Un-huh." Martin shook his head. Slim fingers clawed into talons as he wagged the orally-entrapped nipple from side to side. He lifted his head. His mouth and Anne's tit were liberally smeared with saliva. "I've got something new in mind!"
The girl's eyes widened as he climbed up on the table, straddling her waist. His cock grew like a tree out of the tangled undergrowth of his pubic bush. Mid what a cock it was! Nine inches long and proportionally thick, with veins twining like snakes along it, and a broad scarlet head that seemed to radiate lustful heat. Anne caught her breath and stared as Martin took hold of his cumbersome prick and bent down to aim right at her face.
He scooted forward, his balls dragging over the plane of the girl's belly. Anne's eyes stayed fixed on the head of that mighty cock. A tiny drop of clear pre-seminal fluid glistened in the tiny cleft in the tip of the prick.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was hoarse with eagerness.
Martin bent down till the underside of his stiff prick was pressed between the pillowy mountains of her jugs. Letting go of his cock, he slid his sweaty palmed hands around to the outside of her gorgeous tits. He pressed the boobs inward-trapping the turgid cock between them!
He moved his hips experimentally forward. The action fucked his cock an inch into the hot, dry tunnel formed by the two large jugs. It felt good. He fucked a little bit deeper and sighed with satisfaction.
"My tits!" the girl exclaimed in surprised delight. "You're going to fuck my tits!"
"Very perceptive," Martin grunted. He pulled his cock back out from between the girl's boobs. It seemed to vibrate with eagerness to be plunged back into the narrow passage through those mountainous jugs.
Like a bar of heated iron, the big prick surged between Anne's tits. The ultra-sensitive tit-flesh thrilled to the delicious friction of the hard-driving cock. Martin laid his thumbs atop the boobs and began diddling the nipples as he fucked.
"Ohhh, that's nice!" Anne moaned. She looked down past her nose. The flaring head of Martin's cock thrust at her face as he shoved his hips forward. Then it disappeared back into the softness of her jugs as he pulled away. Back and forth his cock sawed, thrilling her tits with every powerful stroke.
The young man felt Anne's hands close over him. He looked into her lust-bright eyes. Taking his hands from her boobs, he slipped them behind her neck, lacing the fingers to support the black-haired head.
Now Anne was squeezing and molding her boobs around Martin's hard-driving cock. With him holding up her head, she could watch every exciting thrust of that swollen prick. Then she realized she was in position to do something more rewarding than just watch.
With the next forward surge of Martin's prick, she opened her berry-red mouth and let the cockhead slip inside. She shut her teeth behind the hood of the flaring prick head, trapping his cock for a dazzling moment while her tongue laved over its burning tip.
After an eternal instant, she let the prick go. Immediately it retreated into the dank hollow between the girl's plentiful jugs. "Hot damn," Martin breathed.
"Like it?" Anne asked archly, eyeing her boobs hungrily, waiting for the young man's cock to drive forward again. She was writhing beneath Martin in a fever of passion. The fucking his cock was giving them, and the delicious manipulations of her own hands, had her hot and horny as hell!
She didn't have to wait long. Martin rammed his prick hard up the channel of yielding titflesh. Unerringly the prick arrowed into the girl's mouth. She wrapped her lips fervently around it and sucked.
Martin moaned! His crotch was pressed right up against the undersides of his girlfriend's plentiful jugs. His cock was imprisoned delightfully between them – while her skilled and eager mouth went to work on its enflamed cockhead! "Get ready, baby," he told the girl. "I'm going to come off at any minute!"
Without warning. Anne released his cock. It glistened wetly with her spit. "Anytime, lover!" she gasped. "Just fuck my titties hard, so I can get off too!"
Martin obeyed. Jacqui stared in unabashed amazement at the fucking her nephew dealt the cheerleader's ample tits. What power! What furious passion! At every forward stroke his cockhead popped like a ripe fruit into Anne's eagerly-awaiting mouth. Every time he pulled back Anne practically sobbed with excitement and crushed her boobs around the spit-soaked prick.
Sexual energy seemed to radiate from the young pair. Jacqui felt it herself. Oh, how she felt it! It wasn't just her months of abstinence that made her pant with passion as she slipped a hand into her panties and began to finger-fuck herself with shaking hands. It was as if some of the incredible sensual pleasure that had the young cheerleader wiggling in its grip was being transmitted somehow to her own neglected body!
Martin had never before felt anything to compare with the treat his prick was getting now. Those warm, pliant mounds of tit, being rolled so expertly around and around his thrusting cock, combined with the teasing liquid touch of Anne's lips and tongue to send him totally out of his mind!
The black-haired beauty, her cheerleader's skirt up around her waist and the dark-bearded pussy yawning hungrily between her perfect thighs, was feeling no less excitement than the boy. It was fantastic getting her big tits fucked. Why had she never thought of it before? The huge ripe tit-mounds were absolutely laden with sensitive nerves, and when she got turned on, the slightest touch sent pleasure crackling into her ribcage. And the frenzied fucking and manual mauling they were getting now were delicious beyond compare!
The pricked fucked home in her slavering mouth. Her belly hollowed out beneath Martin's ass as she sucked for all she was worth. The boy grunted incoherently.
Then the withdrawing cock shot creamy white come all over the girl's pretty face.
Anne gasped in astonishment as the youth, no less surprised at the sudden eruption of his giant prick, fucked it back into the hollow other jugs. Jism geysered forth from between them. Then the cock head sprouted out again, its red head gazed with come.
"Your coming!" Anne shouted in ecstasy. Her thighs went together with a bang! and she started to cry out that she was coming too. But Martin's fountaining cock, plugging into her open mouth and spewing a charge of boiling sperm all the way to her tonsils, muffled her words.
Long-nailed hands mauled masses of titflesh around the throbbing, spurting cock. Trembling with the fury of his climax, Martin sat still and pumped his come into the girl's greedy face till it ran out her mouth, to either side of the quivering cock. Just as eagerly, the wildly-climaxing brunette jacked his cock off with her tits and drank every drop of savory come down. They grunted and came like rutting animals till they gave a mutual sigh of exhaustion and Martin fell full length atop the squirming girl. His still-stiffened cock pinned the girl's head to the tabletop like a butterfly in a collector's display.
Teetering on the brink of orgasm herself, Jacqui Hyde convulsively yanked sopping fingers from her snatch. No, this wasn't the way! She was determined to do it right, and without any further delay.
Tonight she would be coming as a lusty young woman should – with her cunt crammed full of randy, all-male cock! And she had a plan.