Chapter 2
The following day was no picnic for Joy. The library looked like a zoo. A myraid of unruly children-monsters knocked over books, tossed paper airplanes, and roared out their dissatisfaction about being confined in a library instead of being outdoors at a park or in a swimming pool.
Joy sat down at her desk in the children's section. She closed her eyes and thought about Larry's huge cock sliding in and out of her throbbing cunt. It felt so good when she was being fucked, especially by a stud who knew what he was doing.
When Joy finally opened her big blue peepers, she saw Christy Swift bending over to shelve some books. Christy's skirt was short, so Joy could see her tiny black silk panties. Joy licked her lips and wondered what Christy's cunt and asshole would taste like. Christy was an extremely sensual woman.
She was twenty-three years old, stood five-foot-four, weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds, had sparkling green eyes and gigantic tits. Her long blonde hair hung down past her curvaceous ass.
Christy knew that Joy was watching her. That's why she continued to bend over and show off her goods. Both of the girls craved to fondle, kiss, and caress each other, but they were both afraid to make the first move.
After another five minutes passed, Christy wiggled off towards the back room to mend some books. Joy tried to get all the lewd lesbian thoughts out of her head. It was hard. Visions of tits and twats kept flashing in her mind.
"Do you have the book Curious George?" a cute little boy with bangs asked, bringing Joy back to reality.
The blonde librarian smiled. "Sure." She patted the lad on the head and got to her feet. She took him by the hand and led him towards the picture book section.
"Here it is!" she said, handing the happy boy the book.
"Thanks!" he said as he grabbed the book and ran off.
Joy stared after him and realized that she would never be a kid again. Life was moving too fast for her. God, I'm twenty-seven and still not married. At this rate I'm going to be a fucking old maid.
Before she had time to further depress herself, she felt a hand sliding up and down her ass. Alarmed, she turned around. Marshall Hastings, the head librarian, was grinning from ear to ear. When he was positive that none of the kids were looking, he grabbed Joy's right tit and squeezed it.
"Come into my office, dear," he said slyly. "I have a few things to talk over with you!"
Joy stared at the middle-aged man. She knew that if she wasn't nice to him, she could be out of a job. Marshall had power. He could blackball a librarian and see to it that she'd never work in a library again. But he was extremely fond of Joy so she didn't have to worry about that.
Marshall was only two inches taller than Joy, yet he outweighed her by seventy pounds. His bald head didn't add to his appearance, either.
Once they were both standing in his office, Marshall locked the door and sidled up close to Joy. He was wearing a cologne that excited the big-titted librarian.
"What's that you're wearing?" Joy asked. "Brut."
"Isn't that the stuff Joe Namath sells?"
"Yeah! Don't I remind you a lot of him?" Marshall said, jokingly.
Joy laughed. "You both are pretty sexy numbers!"
Marshall's face glowed. He hugged Joy, squashing her tits against his chest. His hands slid down and caressed her tender ass cheeks. Joy figured what the hell and began playing with Marshall's flabby buns. This really turned the old boy on. His penis began to rise and bulge lewdly against his wool slacks. He took Joy's left hand and guided it towards his swollen hunk of meat.
"Mmmmm! You're nice and hard!" Joy said, starting to get turned on.
"Because of you, my dear. You know you're my favorite girl!"
Joy was flattered. She always liked it when a man gave her a compliment. "That's nice to know, tiger!"
Marshall was ecstatic because he knew that he'd be fucking a tight pussy in a few minutes.
Joy suddenly wondered what Marshall looked like as a young boy. She thought about what he would look like with a full head of hair. Then she closed her eyes while Marshall unzipped her print dress and removed it. He quickly pulled down her panties and tore off her bra. All she had left on were her black nylons and black high-heeled pumps.
The fine-assed librarian started to remove her shoes. "No! Leave them on!" Marshall said emphatically. "They turn me on!"
Joy smiled. Her hands moved to Marshall's belt. She opened it and then unzipped his pants. She pulled them down. Marshall helped take off his shoes and socks so Joy could easily remove his slacks.
"I love your tits!" the heavy-breathing man panted as he stroked her juicy jugs.
While her boobs were being kneaded and massaged, Joy removed Marshall's tie and shirt. All that covered him now was a pair of boxer shorts. Seconds later Joy removed them. Marshall's cock pointed up towards the sky. It was huge and swollen. Thick blue veins filled with pulsating blood were visible.
Marshall reached down and gently masturbated his cock. Joy smiled and watched him. Even though Marshall wasn't another Robert Redford, he was still a damn good fucker.
"Suck my cock!" he ordered.
The obedient librarian knelt down in front of her boss and licked his steaming fleshpole. She loved the taste of the tart pre-coital fluid which dripped out of the tiny aperture in Marshall's glistening cockhead.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the fat man moaned as he bucked his hips and grabbed hold of Joy's head. "You do that so nice!"
"Play with my tits!" Joy said moments before she engulfed her boss's cock in her mouth.
"Oh, God!" Marshall moaned. He was in heaven. A beautiful young woman was sucking his dick. He felt like a young man again. His wrinkles and flab didn't exist. He was a stud again. A super-fucker!
Marshall's fat hands played with Joy's tits. He gently pulled on several of the blonde curly hairs that grew around her nipples. He watched as the areolas grew darker as blood rushed to the excited woman's massive mounds.
Beads of sweet formed on Marshall's brow. He closed his eyes and bucked his hips. "Suck me off every day and you'll have a good job forever!" he mumbled. Joy didn't hear him. She was too busy slurping and sucking his hunk of male meat.
The two lust-hungry librarians slowly worked their way towards the brown leather couch. Marshall plopped his bare ass down on the soft sofa. Joy's mouth never left his spear of lust. She gently rubbed his furry balls and once in a while let her right middle finger invade Marshall's puckered asshole. Whenever she did, the old boy would clamp down on her tits and send shivers of excitement throughout her taut body.
While Joy sucked Marshall's lust-lollipop, she thought about her childhood. Once, when she was nine or ten, she was sucking on a huge multicolored lollipop. It tasted so good, she wanted to share it with her older sister, Diane. She walked to Diane's room. The door was closed. She quietly opened it.
Diane was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide apart. Young John Stuart was sucking her vagina. Joy dropped her lollipop and stared at the spectacle in front of her. She didn't know what to do. At first she thought John was hurting her sister, but then she could see that Diane was enjoying herself.
The two lovers didn't spot Joy. They got into the sixty-nine position and Diane sucked John's lollipop until he started to moan loudly and rapidly slide his head back and forth against Diane's crotch.
Joy stood with her mouth open, not believing what she was seeing. It shocked her when Diane lifted her head from John's cock and all the white gooey stuff began shooting from the young man's penis. What was it? She didn't know at that time. It looked like cream.
When Diane started to slurp up the white spunk, Joy cried out. Diane and John were startled; they looked up and saw Joy. Diane tried to cover her naked body; John ran for his clothes.
After that incident, Joy and Diane were distant. Sex had come between them. Diane tried to explain to Joy what she and John were doing, but little Joy wouldn't listen. She thought her sister was evil and bad.
Marshall slid his hands tip and down Joy's body. When his left middle finger lodged itself up her juicy twat, Joy was brought back to reality. And when his right middle finger wormed its way up her tight musky-smelling bunghole, Joy sobbed, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Joy kicked off her shoes and Marshall pulled down her nylons. Now they were both completely naked. They stared at each other's body for a few moments; then Joy lay back on the couch with her legs spread wide apart. Marshall guided his quivering penis shaft into Joy's snatch.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered.
"It feeeels sooooo goooood!" Marshall exclaimed.
No longer were they boss and employee. They were equals now. Lovers. Their mouths met. Joy's tongue tasted Marshall's lips, his teeth, his gums, his palate, his saliva.
Marshall reciprocated the tongue assault, letting his red clapper lick Joy's upper lip, nose, cheeks, tongue, teeth, and neck. He was a wild man, thinking only of carnal lust. His flabby ass bounced up and down. Joy grabbed it and pinched the hairy flesh. Frequently, she dipped her thin fingers into his puckered asshole.
Joy met every one of Marshall's thrusts with a sharp pump of her own. She sighed every time his penis almost completely exited her snatch and gasped each time it loudly squished back into her again.
The bald librarian was now licking Joy's ears. His hands played with her tits and ass. His cock was assaulting her womanhood, letting her know that he was king, the master, the cocksman supreme, the stud who could bring her to tears, who could make her scream out in ecstasy.
Orgasm time was approaching. Marshall could feel the hot, bubbling jizm welling up in his hairy nuts, and Joy's body began to quiver and shake with delicious spasms.
"God, I'm commmiiinnng!" Marshall panted.
"Meeee, tooo!" Joy sobbed as she clawed at her lover's back until the blood began to flow.
Marshall didn't mind the pain. He kept drilling Joy's passion-well. His fat ass was pumping wildly. Spurt after spurt of his sticky semen juice splashed against Joy's twitching cunt walls. Both of their throbbing assholes were still being reamed by each other's fingers. It was a glorious experience for both of them, one that they would long remember and treasure.
So what if I don't love Marshall. Even though he's fat and unappealing, he still makes me feel so fucking good when he balls me! Joy thought as she hugged the sweating hulk of a man who was sprawled on top of her.
"Stay inside of me!" Joy said, still bucking her hips gently.
Marshall smiled. "OK, honey. Keep moving like that ... it feels nice."
Joy kissed the man on top of her, a long, wet kiss. When their lips parted, Joy said, "You fuck well!"
The heavy-set man replied, "You're not so bad yourself. You just gave me one of the best rides I've ever had!"
"I aim to please!"
"You sure do!"
Marshall's limp cock slipped out of Joy's snatch. He then rolled over so that he was lying next to Joy. They wrapped their arms around each other tightly and closed their eyes. If they weren't at work they would have gone to sleep. But business was business. A few minutes passed and Marshall got to his feet. He dressed and then knelt next to Joy's naked body. He kissed her feet, then her calves, knees, thighs, crotch, stomach, tits, neck, and face. Joy loved the way his tongue felt all over her body.
Maybe this guy isn't so bad after all, Joy thought. He sure knows how to fuck, I'll say that for him!
While Joy slipped into her clothes, Marshall stared at her tits, cunt, and ass. He worshipped her body and wasn't satisfied with one measly fuck a day. Then an idea struck him.
"I bet those kids are getting to you today! They seem wilder than ever!"
"Yeah!" Joy admitted, "they're really pumped up today!"
"Well, I have a splendid idea." He smiled and looked straight at Joy's crotch as he said, "Accompany me on a few errands. That will make the day go faster."
Joy smiled. "What kind of errands?"
Marshall walked over to Joy's side. He pinched her tits and jokingly said, "That's for me to know and for you to find out!"
Even though Marshall Hastings wasn't Joy's picture of Mr. Right, she was still looking forward to their day together. She knew he had big bucks socked away in the bank and he wasn't cheap. He would buy her whatever she wanted-within reason, of course-and he always strove to please her sexually. If only he were younger and handsome ... but Joy realized that you can't get everything you want in life.
Joy left Marshall's office, after they french-kissed for several minutes, and immediately bumped into Christy.
The lithe assistant librarian smiled. "Talkin' over business with the boss?"
Joy winked. "Yeah ... he had some big things to show me."
"About seven inches' worth!" Christy replied knowingly. Both girls laughed and walked towards Joy's desk. Christy stared at Joy's luscious behind and said, "Why don't we go out bar-hopping after work?"
"Sounds like an excellent idea to me!" Joy responded. "I know a new groovy place we can go where the hitting is excellent."
"A real stud hangout?"
"You bet your sweet tits!"
The girls looked into each other's eyes. They were drawn to each other like moths to a flame. They knew that before the night was over they would be more than mere friends.
"I have to go with Marshall now. But we'll be back in a few hours."
Christy felt a little jealous. There was a sarcastic tone to her voice when she said, "What do you have to do, finish up the business you started in his of office?"
"No! We just have to run a few errands!"
'Errands my ass! Christy wanted to shout. You're going to fuck and suck the old codger's ass off.' But instead of making a scene, Christy regained her composure. She had no right to be possessive of Joy. They weren't lovers-yet!
Marshall and Joy left the library together and headed for the chief librarian's shiny new red Buick. After Marshall held the door open for Joy and watched her get in, he slammed it shut and then ran around to his side of the car like a happy teenager. He unlocked the door, opened it, got into the car, shut the door, turned on the engine, and then faced Joy. "I'm hungry," he said, staring at her huge breasts.
Joy knew what he was hungry for. "Me, too!" she replied, rubbing her hand up and down his thigh. "Let's go someplace cozy and eat!"
"I know a little place not far from here where they make great packaged sandwiches."
The big-titted librarian licked her lips and playfully tweaked the throbbing head of Marshall's rapidly growing cock. Marshall reciprocated by squeezing Joy's tits.
Marshall backed the car out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway. Minutes later they were heading for Tarzana. A bright neon sign with the words "Dan's Place" on it was soon visible. It was a sleazy-looking motel and coffee shop.
"It's not exactly the Ritz," Marshall said, "but the beds are soft and the grub isn't too bad."
Joy unzipped Marshall's fly and pulled out his swollen hunk of lust-flesh. She rapidly stroked it back and forth, making the flabby man pant madly.
"Take it easy, baby!" he said, pushing her hand away. "I don't want to come now and spoil the party."
Joy smiled. She reached for the swollen cock again and jerked it back and forth. Marshall laughed and said, "OK, you asked for it." His hips began to buck rapidly up and down. He maneuvered his car into a parking spot and shut off the engine. To make himself more comfortable, Marshall unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.
While Joy flogged Marshall's hot meat, the rotund man inched his fingers in and out of Joy's sopping-wet cunthole. The slimy sap from the gorgeous chick's joy box turned Marshall into a wild beast. He licked his fingers and savored the delightful, tangy taste of his sex partner's jizm juice.
"You're going to come all over your new upholstery!" Joy said. "White cream will look nifty on the black leather interior."
"Fuck that shit!" Marshall said in a macho voice. "You're going to suck up my sap. Spill a drop and I'll tan your hide."
"Promise?" Joy said gleefully. "I want you to spank and pinch my buns like the first time we made love."
"Ah, you still remember that, my little cherry blossom?"
"I sure do. You fucked my ass off that night. I came seven times."
"You beat me by four ... but I sure as hell didn't mind. It was fantastic fucking in the park."
"It sure was," Joy said, lowering her head so that she could take Marshall's pulsating pecker into her mouth.
"Ohhh, God!" Marshall moaned when her warm lips engulfed his throbbing member.
The fat man went crazy. His hips rocked back and forth. His balls were ready to erupt. The come gushed forward. Through his shaft. Out the cockhead. Into Joy's mouth. Gush after spurting gush of his white creamy spunk invaded Joy's orifice. There was so much jizm that it dripped out of the sides of her mouth.
Marshall looked down at the head in his lap and he sighed. He was so happy to be alive, happy to have a comely chick servicing him. His hands sought out her heaving tits. He pinched them roughly. Joy whimpered loudly like a bitch in heat. She was ready for the royal insertion. But she would have to wait a while. Marshall didn't want to fuck her in the car and, besides, he would have to wait a while before he was aroused again. But it wouldn't take too bloody long. Not with a girl like Joy feeling up his cock and goosing his rectum. No, he would be ready to screw in a very short time.
Joy sat up straight and Marshall pulled up his shorts and pants. While he was zipping up his fly he said, "Let's get something to eat and then we'll fuck like rabbits."
"Groovy!" Joy replied.
Hand-in-hand they walked to the restaurant. Marshall was proud to be with Joy. He watched the people that passed them in the street. They all looked at Joy-men and women a-like. She was such a delectable piece of ass. Her tits, her ass, her cunt, her legs-they were all works of art. Beautiful. Sexy. Exciting.
They sat down in the restaurant. A big fat waitress with a hairy mole on her cheek approached them. Her nametag said Martha. Her apron was filthy. Her hair wasn't combed. She didn't do much for the appetite.
"What'll you have?" she asked.
Joy answered first. "A dinner salad with Italian dressing."
The waitress shook her head. "We don't have Italian."
"Then give me French."
"No French!"
"Thousand."
"No Thousand."
Marshall was getting annoyed. "Madam, what the hell kinds of dressings do you have?"
"Blue cheese."
Joy made a face. "I hate blue cheese."
"That's all we got."
"Then give me a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich."
"No tomatoes!"
Marshall was mad. "OK, OK, just give us two bacon and lettuce sandwiches on white."
"No white."
"Then we'll have it on wheat!" Joy shouted.
The waitress gave them both dirty looks and sashayed towards the chef. Joy and Marshall laughed. They reached for each other's crotch and teased each other. Joy could feel the older man's pecker coming to life again.
"Hot to trot, eh?" she asked.
"You bet I am. By the time we finish with our sumptuous feast, I'll be as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar."
"I can hardly wait!"
The bacon and lettuce sandwiches arrived a few minutes later. The lettuce was soggy and the bacon was burnt, but the two lovers didn't give a damn. Their taste buds were dying to taste each other, not some crummy overcooked sandwich.
Marshall paid the bill and told the waitress to buy a new personality with the money she made in tips. Joy giggled and rubbed her boss's ass. This made Marshall's cock bulge lewdly.
They checked into a room and as soon as the door was shut behind them, they stripped each other naked. Joy sprawled out spread-eagled on the bed and watched intently as Marshall positioned his head between her thighs and licked her distended clit. It felt so good to have his soft, smooth tongue laving her precious love nub.
With each flick of his red rag, Joy's clitoris grew larger and larger. "Ohhhhh, that feels so good!" she moaned as she grabbed her lover's head and moved it from side to side. "You really know how to make a woman feel good."
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Marshall mumbled. He was in the Twilight Zone of lust. Joy's womanly scent was driving him up the friggin' wall. His cock was as hard as steel. His balls were tingling. His asshole was quivering.
Marshall licked Joy's outer cunt lips, then the inner lips. Finally, his tongue entered her drenched twat. The sex juices flowed freely, covering Marshall's chin and cheeks. He was going wild with desire. He pushed his lover's hips up so that he could lick the delicate crack between her beautiful buns. Her fragant bunghole intrigued him, causing him to lick it for more than five minutes.
"Shove your finger up my asshole, please!" Joy begged.
Marshall smiled lewdly. "I'll do better than that!" he said, turning Joy onto her stomach and spreading her buns far apart. Next he spit on her asshole, making it nice and slippery. "I'm going to ream your asshole with my big cock!"
Joy closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She loved getting fucked up the ass ... and she was anxious to experience anal intercourse once more.
"Be gentle!" she implored.
"Don't worry, baby. We're both going to love this!"
As his seven-inch cock wormed its way up her old dirt road, Joy knew that she was in for one of the most pleasurable fucks of her life. Her sphincter muscle tried to dislodge the intruding prick at first, but gradually her asshole muscle relaxed and Marshall was able to slide his titanic tool all the way in to the hilt.
"How do you feel, baby?" he asked.
"Soooo goooood!"
That was all he wanted to hear. Once he knew she was digging it, he let loose the floodgates of his passion. With staccato strokes he pumped his member in and out of the tight rear chamber. Joy's anal walls grabbed onto his meat and caused him to experience orgasmic pleasure.
Faster and faster he pumped until his movements were a blur. With his hands he played with Joy's tits and clit. The girl swayed beneath him, trying to add to her man's pleasure.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come!" Joy panted after a few minutes of heavy-duty ass fucking.
"Me, too!" Marshall gasped, just as the come spurted from his fat cock into the dark depths of Joy's bowels.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Joy moaned as the convulsive waves of orgasm shook her entire body.
After both their orgasms subsided, Joy and Marshal drifted off to sleep, with his precious cock still lodged up her twitching asshole.