Chapter 7
"I don't know about you, Libby," Clint Forsyth said. "But I'm not quite ready to go another round yet."
"I don't know if I'll be able to, today," she replied. "I feel kind of stretched and pooped after what I've just been through. As a matter-of-fact, why don't you just give me that driving lesson now-that is the original reason you came here, isn't it? I mean, you said you were going to try to teach me to drive today."
Forsyth laughed. "Yeah, that was the original reason, although I have to admit I did have hopes that what happened would happen. Except, I expected to fuck you, not Angie. You go ahead and clean up and dress. I'll be along in a minute. I can't believe that all of that enormous cock will fit into Angie. I want to see it first."
Angie hadn't yet performed her slide down the fire pole routine with young Glen Westby's amazing prick. She was still squatting over the colossal, slick, purple head of his cock, teasing her oozing pussy by sliding his big fuck-ball back and forth along her dripping fuck-slit.
For some reason, the fact that she was being watched made her even hornier and more excited than usual. She relaxed her internal cunt-muscles, using all the control she possessed, so she could take Glen's mighty cock all the way into her tight cunt.
Seeing that both Libby and Clint were staring at her, she smiled a broad, sexy smile, worked the great, fat head of the boy's prick between her cream-slippery cunt-lips and, when she was satisfied she had his cock positioned properly, she did her magic act. In one long, quick, smooth stroke, her tender, little pussy swallowed his whole enormous prick!
"Jesus Christ almighty!" Clint gasped.
"My God!" Libby moaned.
Libby, oddly enough, hadn't been watching Glen's enormous sausage of a cock disappear into little Angie's fuck-hole. For some reason, she'd been staring at the girl's flat, young belly. As she watched, she could actually see the progress of his huge prick into the girl's cunt, for a tiny bulge rippled the girl's gut as his enormous cock sank into her.
A look of pure bliss radiated from Angie's lovely face. The girl began to raise and lower herself, pumping her cunt up and down Glen's swollen monster of a prick. Little squeals of delight burst from her lust-reddened lips. A constant stream of jerks and shivers and tremors kept Angie's body in constant motion as she surged up and down on the Westby boy's unbelievable cock.
Even though she'd just been through the same experience, Libby found that watching it happen to Angie was turning her on. Libby was getting horny and excited all over again. So, she noticed, was Clint Forsyth.
He had rolled onto his side, his head resting on his hand, watching Angie fuck that tremendous cock. His own cock, which was far from small, was once again rising to its own big, hard erection. Libby decided that it looked good enough to eat. The position was wrong for what she wanted to do, though, so she whispered in his ear.
Clint was more than willing. He got off the bed and kneeled on the carpet, positioned so his cock would just about meet Libby's lips when she hung her head back over the bed. Now he could have Libby suck him off and watch Angie and Glen Westby fuck at the same time. And even play with Libby's great, big, beautiful tits if he wanted to.
Libby squirmed around until her head hung back over the edge of the bed so she could suck Forsyth's big cock as far as she wanted.
When Clint's thick, hard cock reached her lips, Libby reached over her head to seize it, guide it, and hold it. Just the feel of his living, pulsing, hot fuck-meat inside its silky skin made her shiver with lust. She parted her lips just enough to let the tip of Forsyth's foreskin between them.
Her tongue slipped through the small opening and began to swirl around the smooth, hard prick-head, between his foreskin and swelling cock-head. There was something about the plump smoothness of his sleek prick-head that she found stimulating as hell. The fact that her tongue was working between his cock-head and tight, silky skin that covered it, only added to her excitement.
Now she grabbed the heavy shaft of his big cock and began to massage it back and forth, sliding the silky skin up and down his meaty cock. She pushed back on his prick, harder, peeling his tight foreskin from around the big, smooth purple ball of his cock-head.
Libby let go of his cock. She placed one hand on his ass-cheek, and grabbed one of her solid, excited tits with the other. With her hand on his ass, she pressed lightly and released, then repeated it until Clint got the idea and began to slowly, gently, arch his hips forward and withdraw them in time to her rhythm.
He pumped his big cock a little deeper with each stroke, and didn't withdraw it quite as far. His entire cock-head was buried in her hot, sucking mouth, working farther in, until his firm cock-head began to bump at the back of her mouth.
As more of his big, throbbing prick surged into her face, Libby was shaken by another wave of growing orgasmic spasms. When his firm cock hit the back of her mouth, she squeezed down on her big tit, her fingers tweaking her plum-sized nipple. That shot a deeper, stronger series of tremors blasting through her sleek, solid torso.
Libby pulled harder on Clint Forsyth's hard, cowboy ass. His hips shot forward and the bulbous head of his heavy cock squeezed into her gulping throat. His long, thick cock surged into her mouth, pumping his fat cock-head deep into her throat at last! Another deeper, stronger wave of contractions shot through her lust-drenched body.
This was the first time Clint had ever been deep-throated. None of the ladies he'd been with over the years, not his late wife, not amateurs, not the professionals in the cities he visited, would even try to do a sword-swallowing number on his cock. They all considered his cock too big and thick and dangerous for that. Now, here was this librarian, a virgin until the day before, and she was actually swallowing his prick!
Clint didn't know that Libby had sucked cock many times and that she enjoyed it tremendously. When his hard, hot, fat prick surged into her throat, filling and stretching her gullet as his cock slipped along, Libby was blasted by new spurts of powerful contractions. They seemed to spread out from her stuffed throat and zing to her taut, tingling nipples and her bursting clit. Her hips arched upward sharply, fucking into an imaginary cock. She would have cried out, but her face and throat were so stuffed with cock, all she could manage was a little, gurgling moan.
The gurgling noises she was making alarmed Clint, and he started to withdraw his cock, afraid he was choking her. Libby gripped his ass harder as he tried to back away. When he thrust his groin forward again, fucking his heavy cock completely between her lips, she released the pressure.
Now.he got the idea! He had to keep fucking, keep his cock pistoning in and out of her mouth and throat to the rhythm she was giving him by her hand pressure on his ass. Soon he fell into her rhythm. He was thrilled and happy to feel his mighty prick slipping back and forth between her lush, lust-swollen, fevered lips. He enjoyed the sliding of his mighty cock-head back and forth in her tight, gulping throat.
As for Libby, she was enjoying it every bit as much as he was, now that he had the timing down right. She knew to breathe when his big prick-head withdrew enough to clear her windpipe. The swelling and contracting sensation in her throat as his thick cock moved up and down was exciting.
Libby, still holding one hand on Clint's ass to guide his timing and penetration, let go of her tit with the other hand. She reached up, took one of his hands and guided it to her big tit. He got the idea and began to gently massage both of her big tits with both hands, squeezing the firm, yet giving, flesh, circling his fingertips around and around her puffed-out areolas, then teasing her big, round nipples.
At first, his blunt, strong, yet tender, fingers merely toyed with her throbbing tit-buds, gently stroking them. As the tremors shot through her and died away, he began to use a little more pressure. He lightly tweaked her bulging nips between his thumb and forefinger. That brought a stronger, deeper response from Libby.
Electric sparks of sexual joy seemed to flash through her chest and belly to her swollen, tingling clit, where they exploded like fireworks, sending bursts of smaller contractions flashing in every direction throughout her torso and down her thighs. She felt as though her body were being twisted and shaken in every direction, but with sheer sexual pleasure!
As her shivering little climaxes died away, Libby suddenly decided that, much as she liked what she was doing, she wanted something more. In spite of her tender and overstretched cunt, Libby now felt a powerful need to have Clint Forsyth's thick cock in her cunt.
Clint didn't understand at first when she took her hand from his ass and put it on his belly. Then, as she pushed on his gut, he got the message. She wanted him to pull out!
"Hey! What the fuck're you doing, Libby?" he asked, angry and frustrated.
"I'm sorry, Clint," she said when his heavy cock-head had slipped from between her lips. "But all of a sudden, I don't want to suck cock any more. I want you to fuck me. I'm ready. Shit, I'm more than ready. I'm willing and eager, the cream is practically running out of my hungry pussy! So please, Clint, please just shove your beautiful prick into my cunt and fuck me!"
A smile crossed his face. "You won't change your mind just when I'm about ready to cum, will you?"
"God, no! I didn't think you were ready to cum or I wouldn't have stopped sucking now." She gave him a dirty look. "You're just shitting me, aren't you, Clint?"
"Yeah," he admitted with a chuckle. "Actually, I'm more than willing to fuck instead of get blown. It was interesting, watching little Angie take that huge prick, but now I'm more interested in you. And me. And satisfying us both."
"Me, too," Libby agreed.
Clint wanted her to sit on his cock the way she had with Glen. Libby was more than willing because she discovered that she actually liked that position better than the usual one, and much better than doggy-style. At least, she thought she would like it better than doggy-style, even though she hadn't gotten it from behind that way yet.
Just thinking about it, though, made her giggle and brought back her earlier fantasy, the one from out at the Stage Station when Vinnie had taken that long, thin cock up her ass. Yes, Libby decided. Before long she really did want to try getting fucked in the ass. Not that it appealed to her particularly, but she wanted to try it before she tried a three-way this time. That was what really appealed to her!
As she squatted over Clint's rigid cock, preparing to slide down on his hot, pulsing prick with her creaming cunt, she wondered which of the three Clint would want to be in a three-way. Then, as she felt the thick, solid knob of his cock slip between her cream-slicked, lust-puffed pussy-lips, she decided that whatever he wanted, he wasn't going to give it to her in the ass. His cock was just too damned thick for her tender, little ass-hole!
Somehow, the idea of Clint being one of the three wasn't very appealing to her. When she fucked with him, she wanted him all to herself. She didn't want anybody else to get in on the act. Libby decided that she was definitely going to try a three-way, but it would be with guys like those she'd picked up at the Stage Station. Vinnie knew most everybody who hung out there and could help and advise her.
Now, with Clint's thick, big, hot, pulsing cock buried in her eager cunt, all other thoughts went away and Libby concentrated on the wonderful feeling that fucking this man seemed to bring her. So much better than all the others she'd tried in the last couple of days.
Her creaming, grasping cunt had completely engulfed his hot, throbbing fuck-meat. Her pussy-lips were rubbing his cock-hair. Her clit was being stretched and strained and teased. Growing spurts of tremors ripped up her belly from her taut clit to her bursting nipples. She changed from squatting to kneeling. She wanted to drag her heavy tits across his muscular chest. She wanted to feel the tingle of her hard, round nipples sliding along his sweat-slicked skin. She wanted to be closer to him, as close as she could get, then fuck and fuck and fuck!
Clint's cock slid up and down in her eager cunt, her tits bounced and slid on his chest. The thrill of fucking and being fucked sent lust shivers rattling through every part of her lovely body. Little shivers and tremors spread from her teased nipples and her tingling clit throughout her torso and legs. She was a mass of squirming, lusting motion.
Clint, instead of seizing her bouncing, sliding tits, just enjoyed the feeling of Libby's big, round, rubbery tit-melons bouncing on his chest.
Clinton Forsyth discovered that the lovely young woman had more than the average effect on his sexual feelings. While he enjoyed fucking, for the most part he hadn't been overly particular about his partners. He did have a certain weakness for Angie, and he'd damned near proposed to one of the Richey sisters a year ago, but still, one fuck was not all that much different from another. But with Libby, for a reason he couldn't explain, he really enjoyed fucking with her more than with anyone else since his wife passed away!
He wondered if he was actually falling in love with this young librarian. Jesus! He hoped not. He wasn't ready. Shit, he wasn't even interested in a permanent or long-term relationship!
The thoughts faded away as his feelings took over. Libby's hot, slippery cunt and her tight, strong young fuck-muscles holding his horny cock were raising him rapidly to the peak of sexual excitement. After fucking Angie, he hadn't thought he'd be ready for another fuck so soon. He wasn't sure he could cum again so quickly. But he could feel his loaded balls getting ready to spurt out another load of thick, hot, gooey cum.
Libby sensed the thickening, straining, pulsing of his cock as it got ready to pump great globs of steaming goo from his balls up the length of his mighty fuck-shaft and into her hungry cunt. The pulsing contractions marched the length of his heavy cock to pump jet after jet of the wonderful, sticky jizz into her eager pussy. She was ready. More than ready.
When the first blast of his fuck-fluid jetted into her waiting cunt, Libby felt as if she had been liberated. Her building, sexual tensions were released in one enormous, clenching, straining, squirming, twisting climax that exploded in the depths of her guts, as if her very cunt were exploding with the need for release after years of sexual frustration from not having been fucked.
Great waves of electric sex-thrills shot from her cunt and her clit and her tits and her nipples. She felt on fire with carnal joy as the spasms swept all through her body in great, thundering contractions that shook her like an aspen leaf in the wind!
"Oh, great God almighty! Oh, fucking shit! Jesus Christ, Clint, it's the greatest! It just gets better and better! Every fucking time is better than the last time! Oh, Jesus! What I've been missing all these years! Oh, God, Clint, you beautiful fucker, you!"
Her words died out to a long, dwindling sigh as the deep and powerful orgasmic contractions died away. Her panting breath subsided. But she didn't release her cunt-hold on his slippery, shrinking prick, still buried in her cunt. Nor did she raise herself off of him.
Instead, she wormed her arms under his back and gave him a long, powerful hug. Her lips searched for his and she kissed him, slowly at first, then deeper. Her tongue wormed its way out of her lips and into his. Her tongue searched his mouth. She squirmed her shoulders, flattening her big, firm tits against his hard chest. She ground her pussy against his groin, forcing a few final, teasing thrills from her cream-and cum-filled cunt.
Libby pulled her mouth away, and propped herself up on her arms. She gazed lovingly into his face, still squirming her hips slightly, enjoying the feel of his cock in her tight, young cunt.
"God, Clint, that was fantastic! Does it really keep on getting better and better with each fuck? Does experience make all that much difference?"
Clint considered a minute before answering. "Yes and no. Experience helps, because then you know what to do and how to do it. I think that how you feel about your partner emotionally might make a difference, and maybe sometimes a big difference. I'm not just talking about skill and tenderness and shit like that. And I don't think I mean love, either. I think that liking the person and respecting that person and his or her wishes and desires makes a difference. Shit, Libby, I don't know! Besides, I didn't mean to give you a lecture."