Chapter 10
A couple of hours later, as Vinnie drove herself and Libby back into town to the hotel, she asked, "Well, how was it? You looked like you really enjoyed yourself tonight, Libby."
"God, that's an understatement! It was fantastic!"
"Did it really live up to your expectations?"
"Shit, Vinnie, my expectations weren't nearly that great! I mean, for pure sexual feelingsnot love or like that-but just for pure sex, it was the greatest! It felt like I was cumming in every cell of my whole body! Jesus, I didn't know it was possible to get so completely sexed!"
Vinnie giggled. "Yeah, I kind of know what you mean. For real comfortable sex, I prefer women, but there's just nothing at all like getting three cocks inside you once in a while to really get turned on and fucked out. I wouldn't want to do it very often, though. To have that big, hard and long of a cum. Well, I don't see how it could be good for you more than just once in a while."
"I don't know about that, Vinnie. I mean, whether it can do any harm or not. I just don't think I'd like to go through it very often. It was really neat to try it. I had the most powerful orgasm of my whole life.
"I understand. I mean, I wouldn't like it all the time either, but every now and then I really dig getting it like that."
"I don't know, Vinnie. I don't know if I even want to try it again."
"Maybe not now, when you're all soft and warm and completely satisfied, but wait until you start getting horny again."
Libby grinned, then giggled. "Yeah, you just might be right. One thing, I'm sure as hell not horny right now. Not a goddamned bit horny! Jesus, the way I feel this minute, I might not ever want to fuck again!"
Vinnie laughed. "Don't you believe it. I mean, you may feel that way for the moment, but it won't last long. Wait until morning. If you're not too sore, you're going to be ready for a good fuck when you wake up. Something about sex, it seems like the more you get, the more you want."
The two lovely young women parted in the lobby.
Next morning a loud rapping at her door woke Libby up.
"Jesus Christ!" she moaned. "What do you want? Who is it?"
"Clint Forsyth," a voice called from the hall. "Ready for your next driving lesson?"
Libby staggered out of bed and stumbled to the door, stark naked. She pulled it open.
"Shit! I guess you can come in, Clint, but give me a few minutes. Vinnie and I went out to the Stage Station last night and maybe overdid things a little." Libby groaned as a painful twinge seemed to come from her cunt, throat, and ass all at the same time. "Oh, God! Maybe we overdid things a lot."
Clint chuckled. "I warned you about Vinnie. She doesn't do things halfway, that girl. I'll wait down in the coffee shop. You take a quick, cold shower, and meet me there."
A half-hour later, Libby shambled stiffly into the coffee shop. Her color was a lot better and she even offered a weak smile.
"I guess I'll live, Clint."
After juice and a cup of hot coffee, Libby discovered she was starving. She had a huge breakfast and found she felt pretty damned good after all. She and Clint spent several hours with the driving lesson and, by the time they were hungry again, she had proved to be a good pupil.
"Well, Libby, I don't think you're ready for the stock car races yet, but you should be able to get your license now," Clint told her as they returned to the hotel. "You're not as good a driver as you are a librarian, but you'll get by. By the way, we haven't had a real conference yet. How are you and the library and little Angie doing?"
"Pretty well. Very well, as a matter-of-fact. I think we'll have everything done within another week. As far as arranging and cataloguing, I mean. There's always work to do."
Libby was suddenly horny as hell. The hours of riding around in the rough-riding ranch vehicle, with Clint Forsyth next to her, had gotten her juices flowing again.
"Clint, fuck this shit! Come on up to my room. I really need your big, hard cock in my creaming cunt!"
"Jesus, this old cow town has really changed the lady-like librarian from the East, and in such a short time, too."
Libby laughed. "I guess so. I'm not sure how much was changing me, and how much was letting my natural self come out. You people out here have a no-nonsense attitude that not only lets people be themselves, it encourages them too."
Once in her room, both Libby and Clint stripped in a rush. Libby yanked the covers back from the bed, climbed up onto the mattress, and flopped down on her back, her legs spread wide. Clint had a clear view of her pretty, pink cunt, the thick cream already flowing from between her swelling pussy-lips.
His big, thick cock was hard as a rock and standing straight out from his hairy groin like a pole, stiff and proud. He climbed into bed, between Libby's beautifully shaped, smoothly muscled thighs. Clint could tell she didn't want any preliminaries or foreplay. Libby was ready. She really needed his hot, hard cock pistoning in and out of her willing pussy.
He gave her what she wanted. As he moved over her on his hands and knees, Libby grabbed his rigid prick and guided it swiftly between her cream-soaked, lust-puffed cunt-lips. Clint followed her lead. Instead of slowly and gently pumping his heavy cock into her pussy, he slammed his cock home to the hilt with his very first thrust.
"Oh, Jesus!" Libby gasped breathlessly. "Oh, God! That's the way, Clint! Do it! Do it hard! Fuck your big prick into me! Shove it in to the hilt! Oh, Christ, but it's good! Fuck me, Clint, fuck me! Fuck me hard and quick! Don't fuck around, do it, do it, do it now!"
Clint kept on pumping hard and fast. His powerful cock slammed into her in long, full strokes. He withdrew until just the thick, smooth ball of his prick-head was between her fat, oozing pussy-lips, then he jammed his cock home, pounding his big prick hard into her eager, dripping cunt.
Libby's hips hammered up with Clint's down-strokes, her groin rising to meet his, forcing the last fraction of an inch of his hard, straining cock into her cunt with every stroke. She was on fire with her need to be fucked, to have Clint's huge cock sliding up and down her tight, grasping, steaming, oozing cunt. She had to feel his thick cum shooting into the depths of her pussy to fire off her own answering orgasm. Oh, God, did she need it!
As hard and as fast as they fucked away at each other, it couldn't last for long. Libby could feel her orgasmic strain tightening, swelling, growing stronger. Little twitching spasms shot through her in an ever-growing, ever-speeding series.
Clint, normally so considerate of his fuck partner, was in the same kind of mood. Libby's impatience reached him. He was just as eager to get off as she was. He could feel that shriveling tension as his ball-sac shrank and drew up, getting ready to explode its heavy load of thick jizz out his throbbing cock deep into her pulsing fuck-hole.
He suddenly, powerfully erupted. In spite of the quickness of his cumming, Libby was more than ready for it. When the first jets of his hot cum splatted into her cunt, she let out a long, wailing sob. Her hips shot up in the air, lifting Clint completely off the bed. She wriggled and squirmed, sighed and moaned, as great waves of throbbing, churning spasms blasted her.
Libby reached up and wrapped her arms around Clint and pulled him down, until his powerful chest was squashing her firm, jutting tits almost flat.
"Oh, shit almighty, Mr. Forsyth! I really needed that," she sighed in his ear.
Clint was shocked to find that, as her strong, young cunt-muscles continued to contract in rhythmic waves along the length of his cock, his erection was already returning. Shocked and delighted.
Libby wasn't shocked, just very pleased. She could feel his long, fat cock hardening, stretching, swelling inside her pleasantly stuffed cunt. The hardening and swelling in her cunt was sending new signals of renewed excitement through her eager body.
Still holding tightly to Clint, she told him she wanted to be on top this time. They rolled over, careful not to let his cock slip out of her juicing pussy. Libby worked up to her hands and knees, his mighty fuck-tool still firmly gripped inside her cunt.
This time, they both wanted more than just a hard, fast fuck. This time, they wanted a long, slow, pleasant fuck. They wanted to enjoy it as much as they could, to make it last, to feel the smooth sliding of flesh against flesh, of flesh inside flesh.
Libby shivered with joy as she slowly raised and lowered her slim, solid hips, sliding her cream and cum-slicked cunt up and down Clint's marble-hard, big, hot cock. Each stroke was blissfully thrilling. She took her time, keeping her fuck-strokes long, but slow and smooth, so they could both savor the sensations.
Their thrills were building, their desires growing. It felt to Libby as though Clint's powerful cock were growing bigger and bigger until soon his cock would stretch her tight, strong, gripping cunt to the bursting point.
To Clint, it felt as though Libby were holding his cock tighter and tighter. Her cunt was so smoothly strong, so creamily slick, that instead of pinching or hurting, it just felt better and better. Neither of them could remember ever having felt so sexually whole, so fucking complete, yet so eager to continue to fuck and fuck and fuck, to make it last and last.
Libby held the beat, neither speeding up or slowing down the steady, smooth, long, pumping strokes as she raised and lowered her hips. Clint pistoned his cock upward, meeting Libby's downstrokes, sinking his prick to the hilt with each long, strong thrust.
Clint's hands moved up to the glorious globes of her tits, hefting her taut, bursting flesh, then letting his fingers trace circles around her swollen areolas and bursting nipples.
While his fingers were gently teasing her tingling nips, Libby continued to pump up and down on Clint's hard cock, matching his answering thrusts stroke for stroke. They continued to fuck away, drawing it out.
They built their sexual tensions to ever-increasing highs, yet without going over the edge, without reaching that concluding orgasm that would end this long, thrilling, comfortable, pleasant fuck. It was a new experience for them both. New, but totally delightful.
The position was comfortable for Libby and easy for Clint. She had the feeling that she could go on and on fucking like that forever. She almost wished that she could. Heaven must be like that, she thought. One long, continuous, blissfully thrilling, joyous fuck that goes on for ever!
Libby didn't know how long they'd been fucking. She had no idea of the passage of time. They could have been fucking for minutes or they could have been fucking away for hours, for all she could tell.
She noticed a change, not just in herself but in Clint as well. They had, automatically, started to fuck harder and faster, gradually but definitely speeding their strokes.
Each of them was getting more and more excited, their desire for that big climax growing and growing. It still wasn't the slam, bang fucking of their first fuck of the afternoon, but it was definitely not the slow, easy fuck it had been. Their need for release, their desire for carnal climax had taken over.
Clint was ready. He could sense that Libby was, too. Wave after shuddering wave of tremors passed through her sleek, gorgeous body. Her skin was shiny and golden with sweat. A flush drifted down over her big, round, beautiful tits from her neck. Her nipples were so taut they felt like they would explode between Clint's fingers.
Libby felt that thickening, stiffening, stretching, hardening of Clint's cock. He was ready to fire that wonderful hoi; cum into her cunt. Even though she wanted to keep on fucking and fucking, day and night, she really needed that monster orgasm!
Clint could tell that Libby was close, very close, but not yet on the edge. On the other hand, he was past the point of no return. He couldn't hold back any longer. He was going to shoot! As his cum began the spurting journey up his cock and out into Libby's cunt, he clenched his fingers on her throbbing nipples.
Great, deep, powerful, clenching spasms thundered through Libby's tense, sweating body. She gasped a silent scream of utter sexual joy as wave after rumbling wave of enormous climactic contractions rolled through her, doubling her up, clenching her muscles, blasting her with marvelous thrills. The orgasmic waves seemed to go on and on, slowly dying away in strength and in frequency, until eventually, she slumped down on Clint's chest, little jerks and shivers and spasms of orgasm throbbing through her from time to time.
She rolled off of Clint to lay quietly, comfortably, happily beside him, her sexual demands satisfied for the present.
"Wow, Clint, that was absolutely the greatest!" she sighed. "I really don't know what was so different about it, but I've never felt like this before in my whole life!"
He turned his head to smile at her. "It was the greatest, wasn't it? I can't remember such a fine fuck. I think we've got something, you and me."
"You know, maybe you're right. like you said the other day, maybe it isn't love, but we have affection and strong feelings for each other, and that seems to make a big difference. I mean, I've had bigger orgasms, more intense climaxes. I've even had one that completely knocked me out. But it wasn't the same thing. It was purely physical, sexual, without emotions. This is different. I don't know quite how to explain it, but it's like this is real and the other is more like seeing it happen to somebody else, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah," Clint replied hesitantly. "I think I do. I'm really glad you took our offer to run our little library, Libby. Just think, if you hadn't, we never would have met!"
A little bolt of fear hit Libby, then she relaxed and smiled. "But we did, and it's great, and I'm glad."
And she really was glad. Deeply glad. Now she knew she was going to have a wonderful time in this little cow town. She knew that the town itself wasn't all that important, nor was the lousy climate. It was the people. And more particularly, it was one person, Clint Forsyth.
Yes, Libby decided, this was really going to be one fantastic year!