Chapter 2
Libby unpacked, took a long, hot shower, then dressed and went down to the hotel cafe for dinner. A short, skinny, older man was at the desk when she went up to pay her dinner check. When she approached, he gave a wide smile, one that made her feel good. He reached a hand out to her.
"Hi, Miss Rollins. I'm Elmo Sims. I'm second-in-command around here, as well as being bellhop, handy man, and you name it. Hope you'll like it here. Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Forsyth will pick you up for breakfast around seven in the morning."
Libby paid her check, returned to her room, and discovered she was very tired. She remembered there was a two-hour time difference and decided that, if she was to be in good shape the next day, she'd better hit the sack.
Her alarm went off at six a.m., and the sun was already rising. Libby was bathed, dressed, and in the lobby by a quarter to seven. Vinnie was behind the desk.
"Good morning, Libby. My, don't you look cool and neat today." Vinnie hesitated, then added, "It's okay for a first impression, I guess, but that dress is a little too fashionable for every day around here."
"Thanks, Vinnie, I'll try to remember that. Has Mr. Forsyth come in yet?"
Just then the front door opened and a tall, slim man with a tanned and weathered face strode in. Libby thought he was the sexiest, looking man she'd ever seen, even though she wasn't usually attracted to older men. She judged him to be somewhere in his late thirties or forties.
The man marched up to the desk. "Vinnie, is that old-maid librarian up yet?"
The redhead laughed. "Yeah, she's up, Clint."
The man had turned to look at Libby. "Good morning, Miss. I'm Clinton Forsyth, but everybody calls me Clint."
He boldly looked Libby up and down and liked what he saw; in spite of her big glasses and severe hair arrangement, he realized that the girl was a beauty. Her figure was spectacular.
"My, but you're a big one, aren't you?" he added, vaguely surprised, for Libby was only a couple of inches shorter than he was.
"Clint," Vinnie interrupted, "this is the old-maid librarian, Miss Libby Rollins."
Forsyth turned beet red, then smiled. "Please to meet you, Miss Rollins. I apologize for my big mouth. I didn't expect any librarian to look the way you do."
Libby smiled. "Thank you, I think. Actually, most of my friends seem to think a librarian is just what I do look like."
Clint Forsyth took Libby by the arm and led her into the cafe. They had a good breakfast, after which he took her outside and held the door of an expensive sedan open for her.
"I'll show you our library. Maybe it's no New York City library, but it's pretty damned good for a town this size. A lot of people pitched in a lot of dough to build it after the old one burned down a couple of years ago. Dough and books. I reckon we got one of the best collections of Western history in the state. I sure hope you're interested in Western history. That's about the most popular topic around here. When things are settled down and you have some spare time, I can show you around the area. This old town's full of history."
"I'd like that, Mr. Forsyth," Libby replied, then blurted out: "Are you married?"
"Not recently. My wife died years ago and I just never found anybody I wanted to spend the rest of my life with since. Not that I'm a hermit. I'm just not looking for a permanent relationship."
"Me either," Libby admitted, blushing.
"Well, now, that sounds interesting. I think maybe we should get to know each other better, Miss Rollins." He stopped, turned to look at her again, then added: "Maybe not. I must be old enough to be your daddy. I've got a daughter at least as old as you are, I'm sure."
"I don't think age should make any difference if you get along well with somebody," Libby replied. "And you might as well call me Libby."
Forsyth chuckled. "I guess you're right about age, Libby. I've been known to have an interest in younger women."
"By the way, Clint, will I be living at the hotel?"
"Not unless you want to. Why, you got a case on Vinnie? She seems to have quite an affect on some women." He chuckled when Libby blushed. "Hey, I'm just teasing. I know Vinnie swings both ways. A lot of women do, it don't bother me none. As to where you'll live, I arranged with the Richey girls for you to have the use of their guest house."
"Where is it?"
"I'll lead you out there. We'll go back to the hotel and pick up your car."
Libby looked surprised. "I don't have a car. I don't even have a driver's license."
"Oh, shit! I guess I'll have to bring you something in from the ranch and give you some lessons. You can't hardly get along around here without a car."
Libby hadn't realized the town was so big. Actually, after they got a couple of blocks from the main drag, it proved to be an attractive, clean town with lots of trees and grass and big yards, well-kept. Forsyth pulled up in front of a long, low, modern building with lots of windows and a well-landscaped yard.
"This is it, Libby. This is our new library. Hope you'll like it."
Libby discovered it as well-designed and laid-out. "It looks like an excellent library to me, Clint. Who funs it now?"
"Well, me and the board see to it that everything operates okay, and the girl at the desk there is our temporary librarian, until school starts anyway."
A pretty young girl with a serious expression on her lovely face was standing behind the counter sorting through a huge pile of books. As they drew closer, Libby could see that she was flushed a bright red and that there were tiny droplets of sweat beading her upper lip and forehead.
"Angie, I want you to meet Miss Rollins. She's the new librarian we hired," Clint Forsyth announced when they reached the counter.
The girl looked up abruptly, startled. "Oh. Hi, Mr. Forsyth. Happy to meet you, Miss Rollins," she finished, holding out her hand.
"I'm happy to meet you, Angie," Libby said, shaking the offered hand.
"Angie's name is Angela Pryor, and she's a good worker. I'm sure she'll give you all the help she can, Libby," Clint said.
"Uh, Mr. Forsyth, I don't know what to do with these books. Old Mr. Livingston brought them in this morning, several boxes of them. They, well, uh, they don't fit in with anything."
"Maybe Miss Rollins can help you catalog them."
"I don't know," the girl answered, blushing gain. "I think maybe you'd better take a look at 'em first."
Forsyth told Libby to look over the reading area while he helped Angie. When she got back after a quick walk around the reading room, Libby saw Forsyth grinning and soothing the young girl.
"What was wrong with those books?" Libby asked.
"Well, they aren't exactly what you would expect to find in a small-town library. Old Edgar Livingston turned over his complete porno collection to the library! The horny old bastard! I knew he had some dirty books, but I didn't know he had anything like this. Poor Angie, she's half-embarrassed, half-curious. Maybe you'll have some idea what to do with them, Libby. Can't just throw 'em away but we don't want them out where kids and prissy old maids can see 'em, either."
"Are there any offices or private reading rooms in the building, Clint?"
"That's an idea. We'll stick them in your office until you figure out what to do with them. Let's haul them there now."
The three packed the books back in their boxes and hauled them through a doorway at the back of the counter area. There was a long hall with several doors along it. Forsyth pointed out a conference room, rest rooms, several offices, and a small lounge for staff and invited visitors. The lounge was equipped with a table and chairs, cooking facilities, and several vending machines.
At the end of the hall, a door opened into a large, comfortable, well-appointed office for the head librarian. The walls were paneled with a dark, warm-colored wood, there was thick carpeting on the floor, and beautiful wooden bookshelves all around, even under the wide window. The window had both blinds and expensive drapes to keep out the sun and curious eyes.
After they stacked the books in a corner, Forsyth said, "Angie, you go out and take care of the desk. I'll be in conference with Miss Rollins for some time. Please don't disturb us."
The girl left, closing the door on her way out. Forsyth strolled over to the door and boldly turned the lock.
"Now, my dear Miss Rollins," he said. "I think it might be wise if we got better acquainted, don't you?"
Dozens of thoughts rushed through Libby's head. The most important was that now, finally, she was going to lose her cherry, and to a man who had such powerful sexual attraction for her that she wouldn't dream of refusing.
"Yes, Mr. Forsyth, I think it would be very wise. I believe it's important that, as your new librarian and a newcomer to the community, I gain an intimate understanding of the region and its people as quickly as possible."
As she spoke, Libby started to unbutton the long opening from neck to crotch at the front of her dress. Clint Forsyth, pleased by her reply and her actions, hastily undressed as well, without taking his gaze from the tall, luscious woman in front of him.
Forsyth was tall and slim, with a cowboy tan.
Only his face, neck, and arms were brown, the rest of his body was white. He was a slim, but well-muscled and wiry. His body had scars all over it, scars that made Libby curious.
"You look like you've been badly beaten, Clint," she said, pointing at a tracery of scar tissue on his belly.
"Part of the risk of ranching," he replied. "I've gotten gored a couple of times, bucked off of horses, broken bones, been dragged through a barbed-wire fence, you can just about name it and it's happened to me. Nothing real serious, though. Glad to see you look a bit better 'n me."
His eyes roamed delightedly over the tall woman's glorious body, appreciating the rounded swell of her hips, her flat, hard belly, her long, strong legs. His eyes were taken by her tits. Clint had never seen tits that big, that stood straight out from the woman's rib cage, firm and high, almost in defiance of the law of gravity!
And her nipples! like ripe plums, perched tantalizingly at the tips of her wide, pink areolas. He could hardly wait to wrap his lips around those fantastic nips.
His eyes followed the line of her waist on down to the rich, dense patch of dark and curly pussy-hair that swept out from the faint pinkness of her dripping fuck-slit. God, he thought, she's really ready.
"Do you always wear your hair in such an old-maid fashion?" he asked her. "And those glasses! Jesus, girl, it's like you're making a particular effort to look ugly, which is a shame because you are a very lovely lady!"
Libby looked surprised and blushed. "I know I have a great body. I've been told it enough times, and I've seen it in a mirror and compared it with other girls. I always thought I was very plain-looking, though. Nobody ever told me I was lovely before."
"Well, nobody ever gave you a close look then. It's plain that they don't appreciate real feminine beauty where you come from."
He'd walked over to the big, comfortable-looking sofa. He took the cushions off of it, then reached back and pulled on something. The whole sofa opened up into a big bed.
"I really didn't know what to expect when it came to librarians," Clint told her, "but I decided I might as well be properly prepared. I saw to it that the place was furnished for whatever might come up."
Clint chuckled, pointing to the fuck-club that was rising from his crotch in little jerks and jumps, swelling and stretching as it rose.
"Oh, Mr. Forsyth!" Libby sighed. "It's beautiful!"
She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his big, thickening cock in both hands.
Gently she rolled his cock between her palms, thrilling to the touch of the silky skin with its hot, meaty contents. She leaned forward and caressed her cheek with the smoothness of his prick, then softly kissed his cock-tip.
Libby opened her mouth and sucked Clint's growing prick-head into her mouth. The feeling of her mouth filled with hot fuck-meat thrilled her. She ran her hot tongue around and around his prick-head. She worked her tongue into his piss-slit and swirled between his pulsing, smooth cock-head and his stretched foreskin.
Libby held his long fuck-shaft in both hands and gently pumped back and forth, pushing back hard until his foreskin peeled back from the broad purple cock-head in her mouth. She started to bob her head, slowly at first, but gradually moving faster until his heavy fuck-knob was bumping at the back of her mouth. His smooth, hot, pulsing cock sliding back and forth in her mouth was making Libby more and more excited and horny.
She really liked to suck cock. She loved the taste of her hot cum fresh from the prick squirting into her mouth and throat. She loved to swallow a big prick, to have the cock-head slide back and forth in her throat as she sucked. But not today. Today she wanted this tall, handsome man, this incredibly sexy man, to fuck her, to shove his big cock into her, virgin pussy to the hilt, until the fat ball of his prick-head was buried deep in her belly to spit its heavy load of jizz.
Satisfied that his rock-hard cock was fully erect and ready, Libby withdrew her mouth, still sucking, until his big prick popped out of her lips like a cork from a champagne bottle.
"Mr. Clinton Forsyth, I don't know whether or not you want a blowjob today, but I want to be fucked. I can blow you some other time, but I really need your beautiful, big prick shoved into my hot, dripping cunt right now!"
"That sounds great to me, Libby. Tell you what. I'd like you to sit on my cock and lean forward so I can suck on your nipples and play with your big, gorgeous tits. If that's all right with you."
"I guess so. You'll have to tell me what to do, though. I've never done it before." She paused, then reluctantly added, "You see, Clint, I've never been fucked."
"Jesus Christ! You mean a grown, gorgeous woman like you is still a virgin?"
"If you mean that I've never had a cock fuck me,, yeah. I've used vibrators, but I've never been fucked by a man." Suddenly worried, she hastily added, "Hey, I'm no lesbian. It's just that things have never worked out right. And I really would like you to be the first! You seem like a man who knows what he's doing, and that's the kind of man I want to break me in."
"I'm not one for fuckin' virgins," Forsyth answered, "but in this case I'm more than happy to make an exception. I haven't seen a woman who looked so fucking good since my wife died! One thing, though. I guess I better do it regular missionary-style for the first time. We can go on to more interesting positions when you know more about what to do. Okay?"
Libby agreed and, with his instructions lay down on the sofa, face up, her legs spread wide. She drew her knees up when he told her to, then he got down on his knees between her widespread legs.
Little, shooting jolts of electricity seemed to surge through Libby as his massive purple prick-head drew closer and closer to her dripping cunt-lips. Her clit was hot, and hard as a rock. Her big nipples were so swollen she thought they'd burst. Her cunt was creaming furiously, waiting for the entrance of Clint's mighty cock.
Clint was an expert cunt-fucker. He didn't want to frighten the girl. He wanted her to enjoy her first fuck so that she'd love it in the future. Clint was careful, gentle, gradual as he guided his great fuck-stick toward Libby's oozing, flower-like cunt.
He often preferred to begin with a little tender cunt-eating to get the girl in the mood and flowing, but in Libby's case he could plainly see that it wouldn't be necessary. The fuck-cream was practically gushing from her hot pussy. She was more than ready for his stiff prick!
When the smooth knob of his cock touched her cream-slippery cunt-lips, Libby let out a sighing squeal of delight. Sharp tremors surged from her cunt all through her belly, making her shiver with joy.
Clint balanced himself on his knees and one hand while he guided the heavy fuck-log with the other hand. He stroked his big cock up and down her fuck-slit, coating his thick cock-head with her heavy cunt-cream. He positioned his cock between her lust-swollen pussy-lips and gently but firmly slipped his cock into her steaming, juicing fuck-hole.
That brought another shriek of joy from Libby's fevered lips. A new wave of spasms shook her from cunt to tits. She grabbed her big, bursting tits with both hands and started to knead and stroke them, making her big, round nipples even bigger and harder.
While Libby had loved the cunt-eating Vinnie had given her the night before, and while she really enjoyed getting off with whatever instruments were handy, she quickly realized that there was absolutely nothing that felt as good as a big, hard, live, pulsing cock pumping in and out of her cream-slippery, clenching cunt.
Clint had barely began to thrust his great cock into her grasping pussy when Libby was rocketed by a series of deep, clenching spasms. They swept from her hot, hard clit down her inner thighs, and from her rigid nipples down to her squeezing cunt. As his hips thrusts pumped his great cock deeper into her eager pussy, a stream of obscenities began to flow from Libby's lust-tortured lips.
"Oh, fucking shit! Oh, fuck me, Clint, fuck me hard! Shove that big, gorgeous stiff, hot poker of a prick into my sucking cunt! Shit, Clint! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! I need it! God-dammit, but I need it! Shit, Clint, fuck me! Stick it to me 'til it comes out my throat! Oh, Jesus Christ, Clint, fuck me harder! Harder!"
Soon, the sounds were just a steady stream of little sighs and cries bursting from her reddened, swollen lips.
It was the lusty, throaty, gasping, panting tone that told Clint this girl was hotter than dynamite. Virgin or not, Libby Rollins was one hot fuck and Clint felt like Superman. He felt like he could fuck and fuck, all day and all night, that he could fuck away on this glorious girl until he couldn't fuck another stroke ever! There was something about her that turned him on like he hadn't been turned on in years! Libby felt his long, thick cock pumping in and out of her hot, slippery pussy, his heavy fuck-knob probing deeper and deeper into her belly, stretching her tight cunt-walls. She clamped down with her strong, young fuck-muscles, holding his sliding prick as it slithered within her, increasing the thrilling pressure of his cock moving deep into her guts.
She hadn't ever imagined that fucking could feel so good. She hadn't even dreamed that such wonderful sexual pleasure was possible! She was sure as hell going to fuck in the future. A lot. Whenever and wherever she got the chance! She was a fuck addict, and this was only her first time!
Without even realizing it, Libby was fucking her hips upward as hard as Clint was fucking down into her, slamming her groin into his, forcing his great cock to the hilt into her demanding cunt with each stroke. His smooth, thick prick-head was thrusting deep into Libby's cunt, forced there by the combination of their movements. Each time he bottomed out, a sharp gasp would burst from Libby's mouth as another wave of ever-growing, ever-strengthening contractions bolted through her.
"Oh, god," she moaned, definite words returning. "Oh, God! It's unbelievable! It's fantastic! I'm so stuffed with cock it feels like my belly's going to burst open! More! More, Clint, I want more!"
Abruptly, Clint moaned. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Christ, Libby, you're so fucking sexy I can't hold back any longer!"
Only half-conscious of Clint's words, Libby felt new, deeper waves of thrills sweep through her. She also detected a pulsating expansion of his big, hard cock in her cunt, waves of smooth spasms seemed to be moving from his cock-root to the tip of his prick-head. She felt something hot and wet jet into the depths of her straining cunt.
When the first globs of Clint's jizz splattered into her pussy, Libby let out a long, wailing scream. Her whole body seemed to clench in one mighty and powerful contraction. Her legs locked around Clint's hips, forcing his cock into her as deep as it could go. Her powerful belly-muscles contracted, ramming her cunt into his groin, firing off wave after wave of spasms from her big, bursting, tortured clit. Her arms reached up and wrapped around him, she pulled her toso up, pasting her chest to his, flattening out her jutting tits against his hard chest.
Clint was shocked at the strength of her long, lean, slender body. Shocked and breathless as she gave him an even more powerful hug, forcing the wind from him.
"Jesus Christ almighty, Libby!" he gasped, sucking in a lungful of air. "Ease off! You'll strangle me!"