Chapter 3
I could feel my cunt drying up by the second as I followed Miss Greenstalk to her office. If she knew what had been going on in the stacks, ho could I defend myself?
I had never done anything like this before in my life. Now, when I had given into reckless impulse just once, I found myself in danger of losing my job. I could see myself applying for unemployment insurance, my reason for dismissal: sucking a cock in the stacks.
Once we were inside, Miss Greenstalk motioned for me to sit down. As I slid into the chair, I couldn't help but think that she was looking at my legs. But so self-conscious was I that when my skirt slipped up to my thighs, I was too embarrassed to pull the hem down to a less revealing level. I could feel my cunt aching in frustration and agony from the tension.
I tried desperately to calm myself, but it was no use. Miss Greenstalk still hadn't sat down, and the sight of her long, trim, well-rounded body made it impossible somehow for me to get my bearings.
The library still hadn't gotten an air-conditioning system, which meant that during summer all of us had to wear light clothing. Miss Greenstalk, on this hot July day, was wearing a sleeveless top that showed off her tan, strong shoulders, and long, graceful arms. The slope of her apparently perfect breasts poked from the clinging fabric of her blouse, and the protuberance of her nipples wasn't my imagination.
The more I tried to concentrate on the fact that Miss Greenstalk was my immediate supervisor, the farther my thoughts seemed to drift. My mind turned more and more to imagining what her tits would look like if I could only see them. They were straining so tautly under the clinging fabric... so tantalizing... so deliciously.
My cunt, dried up from the prospect of being reprimanded by my supervisor, abruptly started to ooze again. I could feel my pussy soaking my ruined panties anew just a couple of inches under the hem of my rumpled skirt. My breasts heaved under my blouse, my nipples chafing stiffly against my bra cups.
Suddenly it occurred to me that since we had come into her office, Miss Greenstalk hadn't said a word. But it wasn't because she was disinterested. Far from ignoring me, her eyes were riveted to my body as I squirmed in the chair.
Under her penetrating gaze I became more and more agitated by the second. Every part of my body was pulsing and throbbing so much that I felt like my clothes had been magically stripped off of me.
It was as though her burning eyes had undressed me. I suddenly felt completely nude before her, as though my throbbing, aching tits were pulsing nakedly, and my bare cunt was foaming between my spread legs.
When she licked her lips with a slow, sensuous swipe of her wet, pink tongue, I was sure Miss Greenstalk was reading my mind. My body seemed to answer her stare, trembling. My cunt was absolutely foaming. My nipples seemed rubbed raw from straining against the confines of my restricting bra. I was so turned-on that I was on the verge of drooling.
There were still no words between us as she circled around the desk and walked toward me. I squirmed in my chair, wriggling my ass in the wet pool of pussy juice that had seeped under my quivering buns. My panties were completely drenched from the elastic waistband to the legs. My cunt was a swamp of arousal.
As Miss Greenstalk came toward me, she placed her elegantly long fingers along the fabric of her skirt clinging to her hips. With each step she pulled up another inch of so of the cloth until the hem was above her knees, revealing a pair of exquisitely beautiful legs.
The closer she got, the higher her skirt got until, less than a foot in front of me, it dangled just below her crotch. I was positive by now that her cunt was as juicy as mine had become, and I couldn't wait to see it.
"Oh, God!" I blurted, the first to give ground. "Let me see your pussy! Don't tease me any longer!"
"Beg for it," she ordered in a fierce voice I'd never heard before in the eight months she'd been my supervisor.
I was only to glad to comply with her stern command. "Please... please..." I pleaded. "Let me see your pussy. I'll do anything..."
"On your knees," she directed.
Tumbling out of the chair, I squatted on all fours, looking up at her crotch like a starving dog eyeing a pot roast. "Oh, God, your cunt!" I whimpered. "Let me see your cunt. Please, Miss Greenstalk."
Her skirt flew up in my face, abruptly exposing her hairy, juicy snatch. She wore no panties. Her cunt was completely bare. Two bulging, pink pussy-lips pulsed between her spread thighs, poking wetly from her raw gash.
In the eight months that I had worked in the library for her, I'd never imagined Miss Greenstalk had a pussy like this between her legs. It was a fantastic orifice-a drooling vertical mouth, encased by two rubbery, glistening pussy-lips. Her cunt hair was fantastic, swirling all over her pussy and crotch like spun gold, the exact shade as the long blonde hair on her head.
The cunt hair didn't stop at the top and sides and bottom of her pussy. It overgrew her crotch and wandered off, curling well down the insides of her thighs. A blonde column of floss grew up toward her navel, and wispy tufts extended intermittently to the edge of her wide pelvis. She was the hairiest woman I'd ever seen. And the sexiest!
When I looked up between her fully spread thighs I could see the golden trail of her cunt hair extending all the way to the rosy knot of her sweet-looking asshole. The sight of her anal raspberry nestled in the shimmering pubic gauze was enough to already start me coming.
Her cunt and asshole beckoned me from above. Hot juice from her wide-open pussy dribbled into my open mouth and slid over my gums as I moved my face upward and closer to her pussy.
I licked my tongue along the full expanse of her mouth-watering goodies. Staring at her asshole, I moved slowly along to the messy groove of her sopping pussy. The juice spilled into my mouth as I sucked her snatch with my lips, meeting her labia in a thrilling oral-genital kiss.
Finally, at the top of her glorious cunt, her clit jabbed against the tip of my tongue. Her joy-button was like an electrified spike. It was so big... and hard... and quivering... and indomitable. I couldn't get enough of torturing it.
The stories around the library about Miss Greenstalk being a sexless cold fish now seemed totally absurd as she wantonly writhed above me. Of course, there would have been no way even the most frigid woman would not have reacted from the oral reaming-out I was giving her hot, throbbing cunt.
My tongue was no longer licking at her cunt-it was stabbing inside of it. Two inches - three inches... four. My tongue noodled against the pucker of her cervix, while my mouth enveloped her fantastic pussy.
While I continued to eat her cunt, Miss Greenstalk started to strip. She drew her top over her head, revealing a set of tits so firm that I had always assumed she wore a wired bra until moments before when I'd seen her nipples poking through. Her breasts were lush and tan, a honey color gracing her heart-stopping charms.
The muscles rippled in her taut midriff as the wrap-around skirt came swirling off. Nude except for her shoes and stockings, she let herself down to the floor, making sure I kept my mouth locked to her cunt. Lying on the floor, she propped up on her elbows so she could see everything. Her legs were spread wide so I could just pile my face between them and lap away at her pussy.
Her knees and thighs caught and trapped me as I fell earnestly to my work. Still on my knees, I circled my hands around her waist and pulled her curly, dewy, golden snatch even tighter against my mouth, reveling in its lush female taste and scent.
"Oh, God, Samantha," she moaned, the hardness gone from her voice, "eat me. Eat my pussy until you make me come. Can't you stick your tongue in my cunt any further?"
The only way I could answer was to try even harder to get inside her with my mouth. My teeth nibbled at the inner-folds of her pussy as my stiff tongue explored the gooey depths of her salty crack. I could feel her clit pushing stiffly right under my nose. Her crotch was set for an explosion.
When it came, her pussy flow was intense. I'd been amazed at how wet she was to begin with, but when Miss Greenstalk started coming, the discharge was unbelievable. Thicker than any sperm, the cunt-juice flowed viscously, filling my mouth with its hot, creamy goodness.
As she came in my mouth, I was so turned-on that I began impulsively rubbing my hands over her magnificent tits. They flexed in my hands, the nipples jabbing against my palms like giant thorns.
Then I was all over her naked body, my hands moving everywhere. I threw my body on hers, throwing my skirt up around my waist so I could feel my pussy against hers. Putting my hand to my crotch, I ripped my useless panties from me. The wet feeling between my legs was incredible.
I worked my hungry crotch over one of her tan thighs, and felt my naked cunt slide up her bare leg to meet hers. The first intermingling of sopping pussy hair-mine dark, hers blonde-sent a spasm coursing through me that 111 never forget. And this was just the beginning!
My cunt slid over the top of her thigh and rolled against Miss Greenstalk's foaming pussy. When our cunts touched, the explosion within my loins nearly made me scream in exotic agony. As they slurpily locked, our cunts seemed made for each other.
Instantly our clits touched, rubbing and batting back and forth as though they were in some sort of contest. And below, Miss Greenstalk's cunt meshed against mine, all parts of our pussies locked in a divine genital embrace.
Soon our lips met. We shared a fantastic soul-kiss, with each of our tongues entering the other's mouth, mine wet with Miss Greenstalk's pussy-juice.
Our tits rubbed together, her large bare ones making my blouse and bra seem as though they weren't there while her nipples massaged my throbbing chest. Her hard, flat belly flexed through the folds of my skirt that rumpled around my waist.
Our cunts were packed together tighter and juicier by the moment, until, at last, we seemed like Siamese twins irrevocably joined at the pussy. Miss Greenstalk's thrills were my thrills, as the coming that racked her body infected me just as convulsingly.
Her strong hands pried between us and tore into my blouse, sending the buttons scattering across the floor. With only my bra to stop her, she literally ripped her way to my waiting tits, shredding the fabric. In an instant my breasts were hanging free above hers, as she pushed me up so she could take a good, long look at them.
My tits may not have been as big as hers, but it was obvious that Miss Greenstalk liked what she saw. Her mouth watered as she fingered my erect nipples.
"Suck them," I begged, unable to stand the teasing any longer. "Suck my tits."
Her tongue was like a searing lance on first one nipple and then the other. Back and forth she agitated them until I could feel my breasts tingle. A strange, viscous fluid oozed out of my nipples like some sort of strange once-in-a-lifetime tit cum.
She gnawed at my tits like a starving rat and I loved it. With every frenzied nibble my body reached new orgasmic heights. But the oral assault she was making on my tits had to be nothing short of extreme if it was going to come close to what was happening between my legs-and it did!
Now her hands were around my waist and she was removing my skirt. I wiggled out of it and, completely nude, ground myself on top of Miss Greenstalk's body. We soul-kissed passionately, reveling in the feel of cunt against cunt, belly against belly, tits squashing together, mouth against mouth. I didn't see how we could ever stop coming.
But Miss Greenstalk still had a few tricks up her sleeve. She was impatient now to taste my cunt, as she swiveled her body and turned around beneath me.
All of a sudden I found myself on top in the sixty-nine position, staring at Miss Greenstalk's fantastically open cunt. It opened before me like a bottomless pit between her spread thighs.,
Meanwhile, I dropped my hairy, dripping cunt right across Miss Greenstalk's face. As I sat on her face with full pressure, I could hear her snorting for breath while her lips nibbled my labia and her tongue plunged up my steaming cunt.
Miss Greenstalk's mouth was a marvel. No sooner had her hard tongue slid up my cunt to the maximum, than it slid abruptly out and lapped its way to my asshole. My anus pulsed under her tongue's swirling touch, spasming with delight.
When it was at least two inches up my tight, throbbing ass, her tongue was suddenly out and swiping wetly and roughly across my spasming cunt. It lit on my clit, wrestling with my joy-button until I thought I'd cream so much my, pussy would dissolve.
My crotch seemed to be melting from passion as she licked, probed and tickled every nook and cranny of my crotch, every fold and pucker of my cunt. My asshole pulsated with ecstasy, a sopping drool of abject arousal seeping from the puckering opening.
I attacked Miss Greenstalk's cunt like a starving vegetarian lighting into a chefs salad. Her unruly, overgrown pussy hair tickled my nostrils and scratched my eyelids, sticking between my teeth and bunching at the comers of my sucking mouth. It reeked of pussy-juice.
Her cunt-lips slid against the lips of my mouth like slabs of freshly butchered meat. Her whole pussy was a raw, oozing, dripping wound-a wound that my lancing tongue would only open wider and wider.
I ate and ate, relishing each new squirm and flush of wetness from her spasming cunt. An identical activity was taking place between my spread pussy and her grasping, hungry mouth. All four sets of lips ground against their counterparts on the opposite end of the body, mouths against cunts.
Although it seemed impossible because of the orgasmic heights we had already scaled together, suddenly our dual coming reached a new peak. The sensuality was unbelievably intense as our bodies clattered and writhed as one, each of our tongues twisting deeper and deeper into the other's cunt while our pussies discharged buckets of hot juices.
When it all became too much for two mortals to endure, our bodies abruptly went limp. At last we had had enough. We dozed in each other's embrace clear through the lunch hour. Valentine was the only one covering the desk, and later I found out she worked her butt off.
CHARTER FOUR
When we finally came to our senses, Miss Greenstalk didn't say a word to me. It was as silent as it had been when we first came into her office'.
As I dressed and watched her slip into her clothes, I realized that we hadn't said anything to each other except when we were making love.
Still, despite the lack of dialogue, an undeniably powerful communication had transpired between us. There was clearly something between us that hadn't been there before we'd been naked in each others arms.
After our secret lovemaking session I suddenly became Miss Greenstalk's favorite, and found myself with a nice raise I hadn't expected. There was talk of a scholarship for graduate work in library science.
Of course, one thing that I quickly did come to expect was those wordless sessions with my supervisor behind the closed door of her office. Only when we were both hot at each other's pussy and tits, totally involved in sex, did she start to talk. Then she ordered me to do things like I was her slave-stick my tongue all the way up her asshole... fuck one of her erectly nippled breasts with my sitting cunt... and dozens of other perversions that should have repelled someone with the proper background which I have, but which instead turned me on to greater and greater orgasmic heights.
The conclusion to which I eventually came was that, in a way, the stories about Miss Greenstalk were both true and false. She was a cold fish like they said, but she was also a hot-blooded temptress. In other words, as a librarian, she was Miss Prim-and-proper. But, as a lesbian lover, she was as molten as an erupting volcano.
At least I was sure I knew why she was still Miss Greenstalk. Her sexual preference seemed solely female. I was certain she was a flat-out lesbian. As if I held it against her, as long as it was my cunt she was licking.
It wasn't all just sex, though, as I've indicated. Once those sessions in Miss Greenstalk's office became at least a weekly affair, I started to move up in the library hierarchy, even though there was never a word said except that I was doing satisfactory work.
Perhaps I should have been wary of Miss Greenstalk's split personality-the aloof supervisor; the passionate lesbian lover-but the fact of the matter was that things were going too good for me to look a gift horse in the mouth. When I finally got a promotion and was picked to head the children's wing of the library, I felt like I was sitting on top of the world.
Looking back, I suppose the thing that cinched Miss Greenstalk recommending me to replace the retiring children's librarian was that our offices would be adjacent. There was a door, seldom used until now, through which we could easily pass into each other's arms on a moment's notice. Obviously the plan was that our get-togethers would increase in frequency.
I had nothing against Miss Greenstalk's implicit design in recommending me to Mr. Smiley, director of the library, for a promotion. In fact, at the time, I was so enthralled by the magnificence of her body, the gushiness of her cunt, and the talent of her mouth, that I would have gone down on her whenever she wanted, with or without any bonuses.
However, something she hadn't anticipated occurred. Undoubtedly considering my promotion as solely a device to bring our naked bodies together more frequently, Miss Greenstalk failed to consider that running the children's library was a lot of work.
Not being specially trained in library science, I had a lot of boning up to do on appropriate procedures, not to mention dealing with the kids who wandered in all day long. Before I knew if, I was up to my neck in work and hadn't seem Miss Greenstalk privately for over a week. Passing her in a corridor I could tell that it bothered her by the smoldering look in her eyes.
I wanted to reach out to her and tell her right then and there that I was sorry I was so busy. But, of course, that was impossible. Outside of her office we had a completely different relationship than we did once our clothes were off and our nude bodies were pressed together.
I brooded about the resentment Miss Greenstalk must feel, but eventually was forced to put it out of my mind. Being children's librarian was hectic and required all of my attention for me to do a good job. And despite the ambiguity about my promotion, it was something at which I was determined to succeed.
Although being well-organized was a prime asset in running the children's library, the most important criterion for success was getting along with kids. They were in and out of there all day long.
One of the first things I tried to emphasize was that kids ought to learn how to use the library on their own. When they came in with their parents, I urged the grown-ups to go off to adult sections of the library and leave their kids on their own. The approach caught on, and pretty soon I was alone with all the kids I could handle.
But I wasn't complaining. I loved their bright little faces and their enthusiasm as I opened the door to the world of reading to them. To be honest, maybe I was so engrossed in my new job that I forgot about the needs of the person who was responsible for me getting it.
Then something happened which altered my whole perspective of my relationship with Miss Greenstalk.
Previously my sex life had been separated from my job. Even though Miss Greenstalk and I had been co-workers and she was my boss, our shared moments of sensuality never entered our working relationship. But, after six weeks in the children's library, all of a sudden I found myself in a-situation which violated that principle and every other principle I'd ever learned in my middle-class upbringing.
I lost all interest in satisfying Miss Greenstalk as a new object of desire appeared in my life. When I woke up each morning I shook my head trying to see if what had been happening to me was all a dream. But it wasn't. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.
His name was Toby Morgan. Thirteen years old. Red hair and freckles. Cute as a bug... and more.
When he first wandered into the library he was wearing an Atlanta Braves baseball cap, a torn T-shirt, tight jeans, and ripped sneakers. He had a puzzled grin on his face that made him irresistible.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
He grinned shyly down at the floor and scuffed his toe on the floor before mumbling, "I'm lookin' for a book on Babe Ruth. Got to write a report for school on heroes."
"You go to Harding Junior High, I'll bet," I said in the friendly fashion I used to establish a common bond between me and my young patrons.
"Gosh, I do, lady," he said with a red face. "How'd you know all that?"
"Maybe I'm a witch," I teased him.
What he said next surprised the daylights out of me. "If you are, you're the best damn lookin' witch I ever seen."
I was so shocked that I gave him a second appraisal. The Huck Finn freckled face had abruptly achieved a hard edge at the corners of its boyish facade. The mouth had twisted from an innocent grin into a leer.
I could see now that his growing, young body was hard and muscular under his jeans and T-shirt. His pants clung to his sturdy-looking legs and strong thighs.
And, incredibly, just below his belt, a sloping bulge stood out unmistakably!
This kid was far more mature than I'd thought when he first walked in and grinned and shuffled about Babe Ruth. From the look of the mound in his jeans, it was apparent that he must have had a man-sized cock.
As we looked silently at each other, I couldn't help wondering what such an obviously big cock must look like unsheathed, emerging from the loins of such a youthful body. I tried to get it out of my mind, but only succeeded in sharpening the image. Suddenly I found myself panting, my heart leaping.
When my cunt began to tighten I knew I had to do something immediately to alleviate the situation. The only problem was that a growing part of the situation was my spasming, wettening pussy. And the only way I could alleviate that was through unspeakable means.
Stalling for time, and hoping some movement might diffuse the situation, I asked, "Would you like me to show you to the baseball section, young man?"
"Sure," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets. I could see his fists ball under the fabric, pulling the seams of his crotch even tighter. There was no doubt about it- I couldn't miss the clear outline of his erect prick.
He followed me back into the stacks. I sensed his young eyes were boring holes in me as I walked. Trying desperately not to add fuel to the fire, I attempted to avoid any provocative movement while walking in front of him.
But it was no use. My hips swayed and my ass bounced in defiance. With every step I could feel the wetness from my pussy soaking through the crotch of my panties and dampening my inner thighs. By the time we were in the stacks I was panting.
"Well, here it is," I said, turning around with a fake smile on my face. "Babe Ruth."
My smile quickly dissolved as my mouth dropped open in astonishment. His long, slim cock was, poking a good seven inches out of his open fly. Its head was a fiery red, already drooling a milky glob of pre-cum.
By the time he had his cock and balls completely out of his pants, I could see that my estimation of their development was right on the money. The kid had an eight-inch prick that was absolute perfection.
His cock pulsed with thick blue veins, and was fringed by a forest of orange pubic hair. His balls were snowy spheroids of enormous size and seemed capable of manufacturing an endless supply of teenage sperm.
At the sight of his beautiful prick, my cunt, already oozing steadily, virtually exploded. Female cream swamped my saturated panty-crotch and spread across the expanse of my throbbing loins. My thighs were covered with goo.
"Would you like to see my cunt?" I whispered.
"Is it hot?" he answered, pointing his gloriously stiff prick straight at me.
"Yes," I assured him. "And wet."
He nodded his head eagerly. Losing no time, I lifted my skirt and knotted it around my waist.
Stepping out of my sodden panties, I moved toward him, walking with my legs spread slightly so he could look between my thighs and get a full view of my dripping, open pussy.
Being so much older than the boy I felt obliged to take the initiative, even though he had been the first one to expose himself. Funny, but somehow I was certain that I had started the whole thing.
I moved so close to him that my wet crotch hair was pressing against his belly. Then I lowered myself, my steaming gash searching for the knotty head of his stiff prick.
When I felt his cock-head rub insistently against my throbbing pussy lips, a wave of excitement coursed through me. There was no turning back as I lowered myself onto his standing cock. Within seconds he had slipped halfway inside me, filling my cunt with hot, pulsing teenage dick.
My legs straddled his body, my thighs and knees clutching him so he could remain upright and keep fucking me. By now his prick was in me practically to the hilt, pumping solidly in and out of my dripping cunt.
Even though I was partially suspended in mid-air, I couldn't stop wriggling my ass. The shaking movement of my loins caused his cock to twist ever deeper into my fuck-canal.
Finally he was in all the way. Hot balls squashed against the bottom of my cunt. His prick stuck eight inches straight up my pussy.
I could feel the cheeks of my bare ass spreading wide to force my cunt to accommodate the full engorgement of his overgrown cock. My asshole pulsed from the excitement, throbbing from the adjacent immensity of the hot teenage prick splitting my pussy.
We embraced in order to lock our bodies so we wouldn't fall while we were fucking. Our mouths found each other, my tongue darting into his.
Answering my soul-kiss, one of his hands slipped under my sweater and grabbed one of my pulsing breasts. Snatching it out of the bra cup, his surprisingly strong fingers clawed toward my nipple, bruising my heaving tit.
As he gouged my tits and nipples, I slammed my pelvis downward. I was fucking so hard I was nearly wrenching his cock from his body. His prick swiveled up me like a twisting corkscrew, bruising against depths of pleasure I had known were hidden within me.
The slap of his balls against the bottom of my pussy filled my ears. It was a pure symphony with the steady slurping and squishing of the piston of his cock hammering back and forth inside my cunt.
First his fucking strokes were long and graceful. Then, gradually, they shortened into violent thrusts, like chopping punches to my groin. The rawer his fucking became, the more I loved it.
I pulled my mouth from our prolonged soul-kiss and whispered wetly in his ear, "Come inside me. Fill my cunt with your sperm, big boy."
As bold as he'd been by pulling his cock out in the first place, I could feel his cheek hotly blush when I called him big boy. Obviously I wasn't talking about his muscles.
I liked teasing him, and when I knew it affected him, poured if on. "Come on, freckles," I hissed, "let's see what you're made of."
I tweaked his cheek and ground my hips against his loins, swallowing his long prick in my tight cunt. "What's the matter," I chided, "losing your nerve? I'm doing all the work."
Being a kid, naturally he tried to fight back. However I had succeeded in physically dominating him too much for that. Every abortive movement on his part just served to seal his cock more securely in my cunt. I didn't ever have to let him go if I didn't want to. He clawed at my tits, but the pain just made me hornier. Secretly, I hoped he'd bring blood from my nipples.
"Come, Junior, come," I directed, no longer kidding. I thought I'd die if I didn't feel his hot jizz spurting up my pussy.
"How's this?" he said through clenched teeth.
Suddenly, a knot of scalding cum erupted like a liquid cannonball from the surging head of his dick and shot against the rear wall of my cunt. Instantaneously my pussy was full of it, brimming with steaming cum. A swamp of sweet boy jizz.
"Come, Junior, come," I repeated, but this time the urgency had totally disappeared from my voice. Instead of giving orders, now I was crooning in dreamy appreciation of the endless reservoir of hot stickiness my teenage lover had between his legs.
His cock seemed like it would never stop erupting. A continuous stream of cum turned my crotch into a hairy mass of milky goo as its excess flowing out of the sides of my cock-engorged pussy.
Knowing that nothing can last forever, I licked my lips, anticipating catching the last spurt with my mouth and swallowing the hot male juice.
I pulled off his still dribbling cock, my cunt absolutely sopping between my legs. Kneeling, I encircled my lips around his hard prick. My mouth suctioned furiously all the way down to his throbbing nuts as I worked his cock and balls for one last eruption.
When I cupped his balls and squeezed with all my might, it happened. A final cascade of cum shot from the end of his dick and scalded down my throat, bubbling in the pit of my stomach.
I couldn't believe how sweet the young man's dick tasted. And his cum was even sweeter. Boy-sperm was like some rich gourmet sauce-a thick cream that could totally intoxicate a grown woman like myself. The hairier her cunt, the thicker her pussy lips, the more rounded her breasts and flaring her hips, the more a woman would be driven wild by the taste and scent of hot, fresh adolescent semen.
While I sucked the last sperm from his cock I rested on my knees. The boy's hand slid between my open thighs and began rubbing my fuck-wracked, semen-dripping cunt. My abused clit throbbed in exotic agony as he ground it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it over and over again in his strong fingers. My pussy lips palpitated against the pressing palm of his hand.
As I felt his prick start to slacken, I gobbled up his balls along with it. With a mouthful of cock and balls, I turned on the oral suction.
Yes, I was trying to get him up again, anxious to see if what I'd heard about these teenage boys was true. Could they really come over and over again without rest?
My furious sucking soon brought results. Unable to resist screwing me in the mouth, the boy's cock surged to its original hardness. Thickly, it filled my mouth and expanded its gross head down my spasming throat. Within seconds his hips were rocking in the classic motion and he was fucking me in the mouth.
Between my legs, his hand was all the way up to its wrist in my cunt. He had balled his fingers into a compact fist and was engorging my pussy with it, spreading the labia as far apart as they would go. Like the shaft of an immense cock, his wrist slid back and forth in my snatch. Bigger than any mere cock-head, his balled fist bruised against the entrance to my womb, driving me insane.
Toby's upward fist-fucking thrusts sent shock-waves coursing through my sensation-crazed body. Every suck of my mouth on his prick was accompanied by a slam of his tight fist up my pussy. His hard knuckles turned my cunt tissues into drooling pulp, opening up my snatch as I never thought it could be.
I had been coming harder and harder all along. Now, when a new torrent of jizz washed into my face, I almost went crazy.
More cum shot out of his cock the second time he came than had the first time. My mouth was even wetter with sperm than my cunt had been. As he spurted his hot load down my throat, I swallowed his prick to the hilt, suctioning every last drop of delicious jizz.
In tandem with his spurting cock, his fist went crazy fucking me in the cunt. The ball of his clenched fingers slid wildly in and out of my fuck-canal like a huge prick ready to come. But, instead of spewing sperm, the five fingers suddenly straightened out. The orgasm I felt was incredible as his entire hand filled my pussy and stretched it to impossible lengths. When he finally pulled out, my cunt felt like a manhole between my legs.
When he finally stopped coming in my mouth, I lapped his prick dry, scraping my lips over it while I pulled it slowly from my mouth. After it was finally out, I held his cock in my hands and looked lovingly at it. The sight of his cock still twitching stiffly was enough to start me drooling all over again, hungering for a new explosion of teenage juice.
Toby's prick was still as hard as it had ever been. Maybe harder, as though getting his rocks off just made him stronger. As I fondled his stiff dick, I thought how much I loved teenage boys.
"Can you go off again?" I asked in wonder, totally mesmerized by his throbbing tool.
"You better believe it," he whispered. "But you'll have to jack me off."
"Gladly," I breathed huskily, and started sliding my hand up and down his monster shaft. This was the way I'd wanted to do it all along for the last time-so I could actually see the creamy explosion of cum erupting from the purple, swollen tip of his dick.
"Ooooooh, that feels so good," he moaned while I stroked his meat.'
"Better than when you do it yourself?" I asked, teasingly.
"Yes," he groaned, as I slid his foreskin over the head of cock, and then abruptly pulled it back down his shaft.
"Ever know a kid that didn't?" he said, continuing to fill my hand with his thrusting prick.
"You're the first kid I've known... like this," I confessed.
"Groovy," he said, thrusting his hips in time with the rhythm of my hand stroking his long, hard cock.
My fingers squeezed into the rubbery meat of his shaft. I was beating his meat in total earnest now. Sweat fell from my face onto his cock, lubricating the compression of my pumping fist. The friction must have been maddening to him.
When his balls tightened at the base of his cock, I knew it wouldn't be long. To prolong the agony that must have been seething in his churning nuts, I leaned down and flicked the tip of my tongue into the vertical slit at the end of his dick.
As my tongue gouged the tiny slit of his ultra-sensitive cock-head, I could feel him flinch and his groin tighten. His cock lurched forward an extra fraction of an inch. He was getting ready to come for the third time within a space of minutes!
I pulled my face back just in time to have a full view of the sperm spurting from his swollen cock. It shot a distance in the air matching the length of his prick itself. The semen flew in white projectiles, each seemingly bigger than its catapulting predecessor.
No matter how far I pulled back, I couldn't evade all of it. An enormous wad of jizz flew past my face and splatted into my hair. Another one crashed wetly against my forehead. And of course my hand was covered with the stuff-especially after he finally stopped shooting and just dribbled. Cum glazed my hand all the way to my forearm.
I wound up so covered with jizz that I had to spend my whole lunch-hour in the ladies' room getting it off me. I thought I did a pretty good job hiding the evidence of what I'd been doing.
But maybe not well enough. Miss Greenstalk glanced distastefully at me and distinctly wrinkled her nose when she walked past me later that day. She refused to answer when I said hello. Could she really tell?
As for Toby-well, our impromptu morning in the stacks, fucking and sucking instead of looking for books about Babe Ruth, was just the beginning. He started coming into the children's library whenever he got the chance. I was so crazy about him, despite his tender years, the minute I saw him walking through the door I had to restrain myself from ripping his clothes off in plain view of the rest of the library.
We fucked everywhere. In the stacks when no one else was around. In the pay toilet when there were too many kids around in the children's library. Under the desk after the library had closed. In the dark while I was supposedly showing film strips.
No matter how much we fucked and sucked, he always seemed to want more. And so did I.