feminine territory. The teenager felt the librarian's cunt slowly enfold him. The warmth tried to melt his eager rod of cock. He gulped and shoved a little deeper into her juicy interior. The way he felt the walls of her pussy turn from soft to demanding sent tiny volts of carnal electricity zinging into his balls. The hairy little bag containing his nuts tightened a little and made the lead-heavy jism inside come to a boil. “This isn't the place for fucking,” she said softly, hotly, enticingly in his ear. Her lips touched the lobe of his ear as her tongue shot out and plunged down into the aural channel. When she began slowly flicking her tongue in and out, he knew she wanted more of his cock.
His trouble was all physical. He couldn't support her weight and adequately give her all the cock she was begging for-or he wanted to give her! He would have to change that. Awkwardly, making certain his prick never left its warm, thrilling berth in her twat, he spun around and made his way to a tiny chair sitting behind a wooden desk fastened to the wall. When he reached the chair, he gratefully collapsed into it. She moved quickly to straddle his lap, her legs on either side of the chair. Facing him, she was able to kiss and lick all over his face. And he received an added thrill as her tits crushed hard into his chest again. Reaching up, the teenager took firm grips on both those creamy mounds of solid titflesh. Stroking from the base to the very tip, he coursed over the satiny skin and quickly discovered the bumpy areola. Thumb and forefinger seized eagerly on her nipple and rolled the hard little pebble around in a circle until she began to moan and thrash around on his lap. The way her pussy clutched harder at his deeply buried cock told him of her rampaging lusts as much as any other reaction. Through the nubbin of flesh he held so firmly between his fingers, he could sense her heart beating faster and faster. He was exciting her. He was turning her on. He was the one she lusted after. She placed her hands on his shoulders and used the leverage to pull herself up and off his prick. When only the glans of his quaking manhood remained poised inside her, she hesitated for a moment and said, “It feels so damned good in me! And I'm a greedy bitch. I want it all. All!” She simply relaxed and let gravity pull her hips down to his lap again. The chair creaked under the impact of her crotch against his. The youth's heavy cock shot into her cunt and seared its way into her belly, driving her wild with lust. No longer could she restrain herself now. She had to have every single inch of that prick, fast, hard, deep. Nothing less would do. The woman began fucking herself with impressive speed. She levered her body up and her cunt tried vainly to hang on to the cock sliding like a steely piston from her oily insides. A sucking noise echoed down the rows of bookcases. Neither of them noticed or cared.
Let the entire world come and watch them fucking. All that counted to them now was the delightful sensation of a manly, virile cock surging hard into her pussy. Rising and falling, she built up friction inside. The tiny fires that had been blazing now flared into all-out fires that threatened to consume her totally. When the friction of his huge cockhead rubbing against her pussy walls was no longer enough stimulation for her, she began corkscrewing down into his lap. This sent his cock spiraling into her seething passion pit. Female crotch ground excitingly into male. She felt his wet pubic hair rubbing and dragging across her clit. This was all the trigger she needed to get off. Her insides convulsed once, then she exploded like an atomic bomb. Her hips shot up and down in a frenzy of orgasm as her cunt gripped harder around the youth's cock. She felt the thick arrowhead of his prick expand and fill her to overflowing. The way he stretched her already tight cunt made her come all the more powerfully. She continued fucking herself on the teenager's prick until the sweat ran down her face. She could even feel it trickling between her huge tits.
When the teenager saw this, his face dived to the deep canyon formed by her knockers and his tongue shot out to lick and lap up the salty fluid. The sensations of his fingers tweaking and fondling her nipples and the wetness of his rough tongue all over the area between her boobs made her chest feel on fire. Every breath was a sweet agony.
Liquid fire burned deep inside her and her throat felt as if it were covered with sandpaper. And she came again. The delight of his prick warming her pussy and the way his mouth and hands worked on her tits seemed to collide around her belly. There, the wondrous sensations mixed into another bomb-blast of delight. She came and came and came like a human machine gun firing. The woman was dimly aware of the arms circling her body to keep her from toppling backwards. She planted her feet more firmly on the floor and shoved up and relaxed, up and down, fucking away merrily to get the maximum from his cock. Every little wrinkle and contour of its buried length gave her a different type of thrill. The knobby head split her apart inside. Never had she found any man with so large a cockhead. And the big blue vein pulsing hotly on the top made her respond in tempo with it. Every fucking stroke of that cock into her steamy interior was in time so that they both built up their emotions to the breaking point before coming. She didn't like little comes. They were okay, but it wasn't much more than catching her breath. If at all possible, she liked to savor these sensations ripping through her body, store them up and then release all the intense sexual energy in one smashing orgasm. By fucking herself on the upright cock, she could pace herself, please herself and give just the right amounts of stimulation to the proper areas of her cunt. But nothing was perfect. She would have liked to sit there all day fucking herself, controlling the sexual tensions inside her and then having the ultimate orgasm. The way his bush tickled her clit made the tiny go-button throb with unrequited lust. It demanded attention and grew until it received more and more. The way her skin stretched around her pussy lips every time she drove that heavenly spike of cock into her pussy stimulated her clitoris, too. It bent and jerked in rhythm to her fucking and became more and more sensitive as it lengthened. She was totally incoherent and mumbling nonsense by the time the wet strands of the teenager's bush tangled around her clit and triggered still another come. She fucked herself hard to get the most out of it. And the way his hands fondled and gripped first her tits, then her ass made her come even more satisfying. She could feel his steely fingers pulling her asscheeks apart, fingers driving into the humid crack and toying with her asshole. When a finger actually stabbed up into the tiny ring of her anal sphincter, she came again. The feeling assaulting her body came from all over now. Every erogenous zone demanded equal time-and all of them were making her come like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers! “Ummmm, oh, your cock! It's swollen big in me. And that Finger up my ass is driving me out of my head!” She fell it wiggle and twitch, then dig a little deeper into her rectum. When he began to stroke his own prick through the thin inner walls of her body, she came again. His every movement was electric for her. No matter how she turned-or not-he was giving her one hell of a lot of sexual stimulation. Her tits crushed against his broad chest, his, mouth sought hers and his tongue duplicated what is cock was doing, and that finger up her asshole! As it slowly worked in and out of her anus, it built up a heat inside her body such as she'd never known before. Her hips moved faster up and down the greased pole of his cock. She felt her cunt begin to tense around it in preparation for still another come. Her clit throbbed and felt as big as a football. The lightest, most feathery touch made her all too aware of her own arousal. Her tits contained more blood than she'd have thought possible. They were pumped up like overinflated balloons.
And that ass-fucking finger! It refused to let her rest. It drove her on to fuck herself harder on his prick. No matter how she turned and twisted, bounced or dodged, it was there and driving hard up into her guts. The tingles of orgasm rapidly passed the point where she could control it. She was an over-pressurized vessel with only one safety valve: orgasm. She came, her hips hunching up and down on the teenager's cock until she was sure she would wear him down to a nubbin. Nothing of the sort happened. If anything, his cock grew bigger inside the tight confines of her pussy channel. She didn't quite understand that. The woman realized her collapsing cunt was due to her own climax, but why should his prick continue to grow larger?
He began stirring restlessly on the chair under her. He met her downward drives with an upward thrust that jarred her teeth together.
His finger fucking all the way up her ass began to twitch spastically.
Then she realized he wasn't able to hang on to his control any longer.
Her fucking had warmed his prick to the point where his white-hot jism would soon erupt and cream her cunt. “More,” he demanded, “give me more! Faster!” And his finger guided her in the speed and tempo he desired. He controlled her totally now through the use of that single digit. He could feel his own prick coming and going through her delicate inner membrane. Being able to stroke his own cock like this gave him a feeling of power he'd never felt before. He came, his jism fountaining out in thick, gooey strands to whitewash the interior of her love tunnel. He felt her pussy contract powerfully around him, then he gasped and abandoned his senses to the delights of simply shooting out gob after gob of his come. The pair locked together and rocked and fucked and clutched fiercely at each other until their mutual passions had died down a little bit. Then, his prick beginning to go limp inside her still convulsing pussy, he had to be content with holding the librarian close to him and feeling the powerful beat of her heart through the marshmallowy mound of titflesh. “That was nice,” she said softly. If anyone had been standing five feet away, they wouldn't have been able to hear her words. Equally softly, he replied, “I love you, Gloria, I love the way your tight little pussy can clutch me so damned tight!” He grunted as she tensed,
