Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to feel at least slightly ashamed or guilty if our reactions to undesirable sexual situations differ from what we consider to be appropriate. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
THE LIBRARIAN'S HOT FUN-a shocking story, certainly, but one which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Oh, god, what the fuck am I doing here? Libby Rollins thought as she struggled across the sidewalk with her two heavy suitcases. The bus had unceremoniously left her at the curb in front of the old, small hotel that also served as a bus depot. A hot, summer sun beat down on the dusty, little plains town and the strong west wind carried an unwelcome load of sand and dirt.
Jobs for newly graduated librarians were few and unimpressive. When her employment counselor had shown her the inquiry letter and the pay scale, Libby snapped it up without a second thought. Now, a week later, Libby was regretting her haste.
In the first place, she had thought the town was near mountains and skiing. She discovered she'd forgotten a lot about geography since grade school. Oh, there were mountains, lots of them, a couple hundred miles to the south and three hundred miles to the west. The nearest thing to mountains she could see were a few big, flat-topped hills covered with rocks and grass. Except for a few unhealthy looking specimens along the main street of the town, there wasn't a tree in sight!
"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Libby moaned as she put her bags down to open the hotel door.
After four hours on a plane and two on a bus, she was seriously thinking of turning around and heading back east. Except for one thing: she didn't have enough money for a return ticket unless she went by bus, and she sure as shit didn't want to spend three goddamned days on any goddamned bus!
Something else bothered Libby, too. She was horny, horny as hell! There was something about riding in an airplane and, she was surprised to discover, riding in a bus, that made her horny. She had that deep, squirming itch in her cunt. She needed to get herself off, and badly.
The lobby of the small hotel was quiet and dimly lit. And cool! Blessedly cool on this miserable day. Libby was still half-blinded from the brilliant sunlight outside and peered around the small lobby looking for the registration desk.
"Miss? Can I help you?" a feminine voice called.
"Yes. Just a minute, my eyes aren't adjusted to the indoor light yet. I guess I need a room, at least for a few days until I can get settled in an apartment or something."
"Rooms we got, but I wouldn't bet on any apartment. What brings you to a godforsaken place like this, anyway? You look like a city girl to me."
Now Libby could see her. A slim, pretty, freckle-faced, red-haired young woman stood behind a counter that, apparently, served as both registration desk and bus agency.
"I'm the new librarian. I'm supposed to report to a Mr. Clinton Forsyth, chairman of the library board."
"Yeah, and of about everything else in this town. What Clint Forsyth, and the Richey girls, don't own, they manage. It's okay, though. Without them, I don't think there'd be any town left."
"That makes it more than a one-horse town," Libby said with a grin.
The girl chuckled and held out her hand. "Yeah, a three-horse town. Except when it comes to horses, them we got plenty of. I'm Lavina McCabe, and I run and sort of own this place. Me and the bank. It's worth too much to let die and not enough to send me away to the city so I'm stuck with it. Here, sign the register and I'll show you to your room."
After Libby signed the register, the girl swiveled it around and inspected Libby's signature.
"You're really from back East, I see. Unless you've been out this way before, I think you'll find life a little different here."
Libby sighed. "That's just fine with me, for awhile anyway. I was really getting into a rut."
Lavina came out from behind the counter and reached for Libby's suitcases.
"Better let me help," the girl told Libby. "There ain't no elevator in this place and we got a long flight of stairs to climb."
Libby let the girl take one of the bags, then followed her up the carpeted steps to the second floor. The room was bright and airy, recently painted and papered, with good carpeting and a big, firm bed. It was roomy, with a table, a small sofa, and a couple of chairs, plus a stand in the corner with a small refrigerator, a two-burner stove and a kitchen-type sink.
"My god, this is more like a suite than a room. I don't know if I can afford anything this big."
"Don't worry about it," the girl replied. "I suspect that Clint Forsyth is picking up the bill anyway. Not that it matters, our rooms are all about the same. They built this place back when the town was a major shipping point, maybe eighty years ago. Is there anything I can help you with? Unpacking? Whatever?"
Lavina put the suitcase down and walked up directly in front of Libby, until she was almost touching her. The girl stared up at Libby and looked for all the world as though she wanted Libby to take her in her arms and kiss her.
Libby was a tall girl. Tall and almost masculine looking in her severely tailored traveling suit. Or, she would have looked mannish except for her sleek and lovely long legs and the large bulge in her suit coat, for Libby had truly outstanding tits.
Libby took a step back. "I think I have everything I need, Miss McCabe. Um, I don't know what's proper. I mean, you said you owned the hotel. Am I supposed to tip you?"
"No, not that way," Lavina replied, stepping up to Libby again, but even closer, so her own pointed, jutting tits moved right under Libby's big ones to rest against Libby's belly.
"This might sound outrageous, Miss Rollins, but you have that look. You know, like you need to get off. And you're from the East, and a librarian, and single I'd guess, so, well, I thought maybe, that, well, maybe you and I might get it on?" Her voice fell and she blushed a deep scarlet as she finished her suggestion.
The girl thought she was a lesbian! At first, Libby felt deeply insulted. Not that Libby hadn't gotten it on with girls before. She'd experimented and even enjoyed it. But to have a complete stranger assume she was gay! She was just about to get mad at Lavina when it struck her that, horny as she was right now, getting it on with the pretty redhead might be just what she needed.
She peeled her jacket off and tossed it onto the bed, started to unbutton her blouse, and said, "I don't do this very often, Miss McCabe. I'm not a homo, at least I don't think I am. But right now I'm so horny I'd be happy with even a cucumber. If you know how to eat pussy and you're good at it, well, that would be really neat. Except, who takes care of the desk when you're gone?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. Old Elmo Sims is down there. He handles it when I'm away from the desk or office. The old bastard would like to handle me, too, if I'd give him the chance. Shit, maybe I'll let him someday. The skinny, little shit's got the biggest, fuckin' cock I've ever seen that wasn't on a horse."
Libby blushed slightly. "You're a rather direct, straight-talking young woman, aren't you?"
"Shit, yes! I think you'll find that pretty common out here. People are apt to say what they mean and tell you want they want. When a cowhand gets into town for a night after being on the range for a month or better, he doesn't have time to fool around. He'll ask you flat out if you want to fuck. He don't have the time to waste so if you don't want to fuck, he won't be mad, he'll just find another girl that does. It ain't like it was in olden times when there was a whole string of whorehouses across the tracks, maybe a dozen of 'em. They're about all gone, now, too much amateur competition. It does make it tougher on the boys who don't have steady girls, though."
Libby found that the talk about fucking and whorehouses was turning her on even more. She reached around the smaller girl's neck and started to unbutton her dress, which fastened down the back. When she had it open to the ass, Libby slipped the soft material from the girl's shoulders.
Lavina was wearing only bikini panties under her dress. Her tits were sharp cones that pointed straight out from her rather bony chest, and they were capped with pale pink areolas that covered the whole end of the tit. Tiny button nipples were centered exactly on the areolas.
Although not usually so thrilled by another woman, Libby found herself quite excited. She dropped to her knees and pulled Lavina to her. The redhead's tits were just over Libby's mouth. She raised her head and sucked in the entire end of one of the firm, fleshy tits.
Libby swirled her tongue around and around the tip of the lush tit-meat while holding it in place with suction and her lips. She was pleasantly surprised to notice that the flat little button-nipples weren't flat anymore. As Libby sucked and licked, the nipples grew and stretched into long, slender tit-rods.
Those sucking lips and that hot, hard, talented tongue on her titties was driving Lavina wild! Lavina had sensitive tits, so sensitive that she could often get off better playing with them than being fucked or eaten. Somebody who knew what they were doing with her tits was just about the biggest thrill Lavina could think of.
Abruptly, Libby broke off sucking on the delicious tit and stood up. Lavina was surprised and disappointed.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," Libby grinned at her. "I just think we'd be more comfortable if we finished undressing and got on the bed. And maybe locked the door, too."
Libby locked the door first, then stripped off the rest of her clothes to join the naked redhead on the big bed. Lavina had a dense patch of the finest, silkiest, curly red hair surrounding her pink, flower-like cunt that Libby had ever seen.
Jesus, maybe I'm turning lezzie after all, Libby thought. She had an overpowering desire to bury her face in that fine pussy-fur.
The young librarian, although she'd had a lot of sexual experience, was technically still a virgin. While she was an expert cock-sucker and cunt-eater, she'd never been fucked. It wasn't that she didn't want to fuck. It just happened that things had never really worked out right for her.
Libby had always dreamed of how she would have her first fuck, and with whom. Not the name of the man, but what he'd be like. The only men she'd known who filled her ideal either weren't interested in her, or else something would happen so they couldn't get together.
Because she had a high sexual need, she'd learned a lot about other ways to get off, both by herself and with other girls. She knew the best ways to tease nips and clits, she knew how to use her tongue in a pussy and where to find the G-spot. Not all girls had them, but those that did could really get off if properly eaten.
Libby decided to follow her urge and she headed straight for Lavina's pretty cunt. She spread the smaller girl's legs wide apart, then got down on her hands and knees so she could lower her face directly into that lush, red cunt fur.
Libby's long, pointed tongue flicked out and teased up and down the outer edges of Lavina's lust-swollen cunt-lips, just lightly touching the fat, silky flesh. She gently worked the tip of her tongue between those sensitive cunt-lips which were already starting to ooze cunt-cream.
Libby lapped up the tangy goo and swallowed it. She rubbed her lips against the girl's pussy as she thrust her tongue between the lush cunt-gates and into Lavina's hot, oozing cunt.
"Oh, Jesus Christ! Holy shit almighty! God, Miss Rollins! You're the fuckin' best all right, you're the fuckin' greatest! Fuck, I've never had a cunt-eating like this before! That's it, eat me, eat me, eat me! Suck my cream! Lick my clit! Oh, do it!"
The words flowed in a steady, moaning stream from Lavina's lush, red lips. She wasn't satisfied to just have Libby eat her pussy. She had to do something with her hands. The redhead's tits were so firm that they stuck straight up in the air like they had steel rods inside them. Her nipples were as hard as steel rods, and they jutted out at least an inch from the center of each puffed and swollen pink areola.
Lavina grabbed a juicy tit in each hand and started to squeeze her lovely tit-cones as if she were milking a cow's tits. Although she completely enjoyed what the librarian was doing to her cunt, it wasn't until she squeezed and teased her tits and nipples that the first much-needed thrill of climax shot through her slim, shapely body.
Her taut belly-muscles contracted, arching her pelvis upward in a humping motion, right into Libby's face. She pushed her stiff, hot clit against the larger girl's nose and fired another, deeper blast of electric sex-spasms through her thin torso.
Libby doubled her efforts. She swirled her tongue inside Lavina's hot fuck-cave faster and deeper. Lavina's tight, young cunt-muscles started to squeeze down on Libby's hot, educated tongue in a milking motion, drawing Libby's tongue even deeper into her dripping cunt. The tip of Libby's tongue swirled and probed while she lapped up the thick, flowing fuck-cream that Lavina was producing in heavy supply.
The redhead's hips bucked sharply upward, driving her auburn-furred cunt into Libby's face. Libby had struck the girl's G-spot with the tip of her tongue.
Libby gripped Lavina's hips so she could ride with the fuck-motions. She positioned her head so that when she lapped the tip of her tongue across that touchy spot, she could also nuzzle the girl's clit with her nose to double the effect.
Lavina's hands clenched so quickly, so hard, that she screamed out loud from the sharp pain in her tits, pain mixed with sexual joy. Great, throbbing, lightning-hot, clenching spasms blasted through her whole body. Powerful tremors shuddered down her thighs and made her legs jump and quiver. The muscles in her belly tightened and shivered as wave after wave of electric thrills bolted through her.
As the tremors subsided and the panting fell back to more normal breathing, Libby said to her, "My god, Lavina, when you cum, you sure cum like gangbusters!"
Lavina gave her an odd, sympathetic look. "You mean you don't get off good? Shit, I thought that was the only way you could get off. Maybe you just haven't been done right."
The redhead sat up, told Libby to lay out flat on the bed, and then Lavina got between Libby's legs. She spread them wide apart, presenting the pink cunt-lips. Lavina swiftly ducked her head to Libby's rich, soft, black-furred pussy. She knew what she was doing, Libby decided at once.
Lavina lapped delicately at the silky hair surrounding Libby's dripping cunt, licking up the droplets of rich fuck-cream that oozed from between Libby's lust-puffed pussy lips. Libby was so excited that her exceptionally large clit was swollen.
Lavina ran her tongue up one side and down the other of Libby's clit-shaft.
That brought Libby her first wave of dainty, little explosions. It wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the redheaded cunt-lapper, though. Lavina continued to lick along Libby's clit-shaft, being careful not to touch the supersensitive hard, throbbing red clit-head. Lavina's teasing tongue was driving Libby wild with desire. She could feel the sexual tension building and stretching, almost crying for release!
The young redhead took a firm grip on Libby's long, sleek, powerful thighs. She could feel them quivering with lust in her grasp. The redhead probed Libby's lust-fattened cunt-lips with her hard, long, pointed tongue. She licked along the slit, sucking up the oozing cunt-cream, teasing Libby to even greater heights of desire.
Lavina worked her tongue between Libby's sensitive pussy-lips, sliding her little, red tongue up and down her slippery cunt. She probed her tongue deeper between her thick, fleshy cunt-lips and into her hot, demanding, slippery fuck-channel.
Lavina slathered her tongue around and around in Libby's tight cunt, lapping up the tall girl's freely flowing cunt-juices. The point of the redhead's long tongue began probing and searching, just as Libby's had done to her earlier.
While her tongue was deep in Libby's fuck-slit, Lavina gently nudged Libby's big, swollen, red and throbbing clit with her nose. Softly and delicately, but with ever-increasing effect.
Libby's hips were bucking and pitching upward, fucking at the probing tongue, trying to drive it deeper into Libby's steaming, creaming, straining pussy.
Libby had her hands on her big, firm, melon-like tits, kneading them with strong, milking motions. Her long hands worked from the broad tit-bases to the throbbing, plum-like nipples that capped her wide, pink, puffed-out areolas.
With Lavina tonguing her cunt and nudging her clit, with her own hands teasing and pleasing, petting and stroking her gorgeous huge tits, Libby was getting closer and closer to a gigantic orgasm.
Lavina sensed the change in Libby's reactions: the deeper, stronger bucking of those lush hips into her face, the harder squeezing of Libby's tight cunt-muscles on her tongue. Lavina sensed these things, but she didn't think about them. She was too intent on the lush girl-smell and cream-tastes, on the excitement of her sex partner.
She knew it was time, but she hadn't found
Libby's G-spot yet. She licked and thrust the hard, pointed tip of her tongue deeper, upward, as if to try to touch the tip of her own nose through the cunt-walls. That did it!
Libby's hips shot upward in a pounding, arching contraction, grinding her oversized clit into Lavina's sharp, little nose. Libby's cunt-muscles contracted sharply, squeezing down on the redhead's long tongue, squirting it out of her slippery cunt like a bar of soap from a wet hand. Libby's hands involuntarily clamped down on her big, lush tits, squeezing them almost painfully, her fingertips seeking and finding the swollen nipples, pinching and twisting them.
"Aaiieee!". Libby squealed as wave after deep, throbbing, powerful wave of strong, pulsating contractions swept through her body. Her strong belly-muscles knotted up in clenching spasms, arching her hips higher, burying Lavina's face in her climaxing cunt.
Libby's arms and legs were shaking with the strength of the climax. Her shoulders shivered, she thrashed her head from side to side. Then, in one final, powerful spasms, her muscles all seemed to contract in one huge, deep wave.
"Ohhhh, god! That was absolutely, fucking fantastic!" Libby said with a long, exhausted sigh. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard before! You're good, Miss McCabe. Goddamned good! Thank you."
Lavina was sitting back on her haunches, still between Libby's long, gorgeous legs, grinning. "You're not so damned bad yourself, Miss Rollins. Hey, this was fun! We'll have to do it again sometime. Soon, I hope. Now, if you don't mind, I'll borrow your shower, then get back to work and let you unpack and settle in. Jesus, I sure needed that!"
A moment later, Lavina stuck her head out of the bathroom door and said, "Hey, I think maybe we're well enough acquainted now. You can call me Vinnie, that's short for Lavina."
Libby grinned at her. "And you call me Libby, which isn't short for anything."
CHAPTER TWO
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!"
CHAPTER THREE
Libby's tremendous orgasm eased off, dying down to occasional jerks and twitches. Her arms relaxed their grasp on poor Clint and he could breathe freely once more. Her legs slipped from around his small, hard, cowboy's ass and dropped to the sofa bed. Her panting died away.
"God, Clint, that was fabulous," she gasped.
"That is, if anything, an understatement," he panted in reply. "Jesus, I don't know what it would be like to fuck you if you were experienced!"
Both of them turned toward the door, startled to hear knocking and a voice calling.
"Mr. Forsyth! Miss Rollins! Are you there! Is everything all right?"
The pair on the bed looked at each other and Clint said, "Good god, I wonder how long Angie's been there knocking. I didn't hear her before, did you?"
"God, no!" Libby grunted. "Do you suppose she knows what we're doing?"
Forsyth chuckled. "Probably. I think the youngster's used this bed enough times to have a fucking good idea of what we were doing."
Now Libby was shocked.
"You mean, that pretty young thing is, uh, experienced?".
This time Clint laughed out loud. "Yeah, to put it mildly. She may be young and pretty and innocent-looking, and she's smarter than a whip, but that young lady is the all-time champion fucker of this country. She started young and she don't show any signs of stopping."
"Well." Libby had an idea. "What do you think? Should we invite her in?"
Clint looked at her with new interest. "Sounds like fun if you're up to it."
He rolled off of her and Libby got up and padded across the deep, soft carpeting to the door. She stood behind it as she unlocked it and opened it a crack.
"Oh, hi, Angie. We're just fine. If you like you can come in and see for yourself. Is there anybody at the desk up front?
The girl peered curiously at Libby's face through the small crack.
"Yeah, I got somebody to take the desk for me. You've been here so long that I, well, I guess maybe I got a little worried."
Clint called from the sofa bed. "Yeah, and maybe a little jealous, too?"
Angie giggled. "Yeah, maybe that, too."
Mock-seriously, Libby asked, "Jealous? Of what? Jealous of me?"
"Well," Angie replied hesitantly. "Sort of. I mean, you're all grown up and everything, and anybody can see you're a gorgeous woman, and you have those fantastic tits, and, well, I guess, yeah, I'm jealous of you."
Surprised, Libby questioned. "You mean, ah, that you and Mr. Forsyth, well, that you..."
Angie answered before Libby could complete her stammering question.
"Yeah. I mean, well, I really like to fuck, you see, and I guess at one time or another I've taken on about every man in town. Some of the women, too. I mean, like Vinnie McCabe. Now we have a lot of fun, but it doesn't hold a candle to a good, stiff cock. And let me tell you, there aren't many as good and stiff or as well-used as Mr. Forsyth's!"
Clint heard what she said and called out. "Well, thanks for the testimonial, Angie. I guess if anybody should know, it's you! So anyway, why don't you come on in and join us?"
"Sure, why not," the youngster agreed. "I'm hornier than shit this morning. The goofball I was out with last night didn't know piss about fuckin'. AH he wanted to do was get his rocks off and didn't care shit about me!"
Angela Pryor was petite, hardly over five feet tall. She had a tiny waist, narrow shoulders, slim but shapely legs, and sleekly rounded hips. Her face was thin, but very pretty: pale, with a dusting of brown freckles across the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones. Her lips were pale, but generous.
In the modest housedress she was wearing, she looked to be quite flat-chested. She also looked terribly young and vulnerable, which was something Angie depended on. When people saw her, they found it very hard to believe the reputation she'd earned for herself. In truth, Angie was neither innocent, nor particularly sweet. Because so many people couldn't accept the fact that little Angie was a sexual acrobat, and wildly experimental, she got away with things that nobody else was ever able to manage.
Little Angie was nearly undressed. The prim-looking dress she wore zipped from neck to hemline, and Angie had nothing on underneath it. All she wore was the dress, her shoes, and two little bandages over her nipples. Libby didn't understand the reason for the bandages until the girl peeled them off.
Angie's breasts were much larger than they appeared. Much larger, but they didn't stick out. They were wide, but close to her chest, broad and round, but shallow. When she pulled the bandages off, though, Libby understood why she wore them.
Angie had big nipples. Very big, round, plum-like. They poked out of her broad, shallow tits like pinkish-red steel rods. Angie was proud of her unusual nips. To demonstrate one of her rare talents, she hung her lightweight summer dress from one of the jutting nipples. The dress didn't fall off.
"Jesus Christ!" Libby sighed in awe. "I mean, I know I've got exceptional nipples, but yours are really something else, Angie."
Libby couldn't resist the invitation. The girl's rigid nipples drew her like a magnet. She reached a hand out and flipped a finger across Angie's incredibly stiff nipple. It was like bending a thick rubber eraser, it was so hard and stiff.
"My god!" Libby exclaimed. "Are they always like that?"
"Only when I'm turned on," Angie giggled, "which means almost always."
Libby noticed something else about the teenager, too. Poking out through the thick thatch of cunt-hair was a little, pink lump that looked almost like a baby's cock. Except it also looked hard and hot. Without thinking, Libby reached down to Angie's pussy, stroked her silky cunt-hair, then let her fingers wander to the odd prick-like thing. The instant her fingers touched it, Angie gave a low scream of utter delight.
"My god!" Libby gasped, shocked. "What did I do? What is that thing?"
"What you did, Miss Rollins, is you got me off, and what you touched is my clit. It's really sensitive, and it sticks out so far that when I accidentally bump into something, like a counter or the edge of a desk, whammo-instant orgasm! It used to embarrass me, but by now most everybody knows, so it doesn't bother me that much any more."
Curious, Libby got down on her knees and examined little Angie's big clit more closely. "Jesus, Angie, that's got to be the longest, hardest, biggest clit I've ever seen!"
"Yeah," the girl replied. "It's kind of freaky, but neat. It sure as hell makes it easy for me to get off, and I can't hardly think of anything
I like to do better than get off, anyway I can. Except nothing beats doing it with a big, hard cock in my creaming pussy! But, yeah, my clit really is big. Old Doc Townsend told me it's the biggest one he's seen in fifty years of medical practice."
Clinton Forsyth had been silently watching the two gorgeous women, the small, lovely youngster and the tall, striking older girl. He found them both exceptionally sexy to look at and to listen to. His big cock was already back to a full, thick, towering erection again, throbbing and jerking with the need to fuck.
"Hey, you two, I didn't ask Angie to come in so you could discuss your sex organs! I asked her in so we could put them to proper use! Much as I might like to, I can't spend the whole fucking day here fucking! I got work to do."
"And I need to get fucked," Angie responded. "I don't care what else happens, but I need your cock in my cunt, Mr. Forsyth!"
"That's fine with me," he agreed, "but what about Miss Rollins?"
"I guess either I eat her or you do. What would you rather, Miss Rollins?" Angie asked.
Libby laughed. "It really doesn't matter, I guess. Which of you is the best cunt-lapper?"
"That's easy," the girl replied. "I am. Besides, I don't think Mr. Forsyth looks in the mood for eating this morning."
Angie skipped over to the sofa bed and dived onto it, then rolled over, her legs already spread wide and her knees partially drawn up to reveal her pretty little flower of a pussy, dripping with cream and eager to fuck. In that position, her amazing clit looked even bigger and more cock-like. Then she changed her mind and rolled back on her belly and got on her hands and knees.
"Fuck me doggy-style, Mr. Forsyth!" she demanded. "You lie down in front of me so I can eat your cunt, Miss Rollins. I'm hot and ready, so let's get at it!"
Libby climbed onto the big sofa bed and spread out in front of the girl. Clint Forsyth got on his knees behind Angie, his big cock swaying as he crept closer. When his cock nudged into Angie's eager pussy, she let out another little squeal of delight and thrust her ass back into his groin, gobbling up his great cock in her hungry cunt.
To Libby, it looked almost like magic. "Jesus, Angie, how did you do that?"
"It's easy. I guess it takes a little practice, is all. And you have to be really wet, or else use oil, because it can hurt like a son of a bitch. I'm almost always wet. I don't wear panties 'cause it's easier for me to dry my pussy. Besides, I don't like the feel of wet panties. When I wear jeans or shorts, I usually have to wear a tampon to keep the crotch dry." She giggled. "I'd rather wear a skirt and have the air flow freely around my pussy. And if something should come along, well, I'm all ready to fuck, too."
"My god, girl! Doesn't anything embarrass you?"
"Not much," Angie laughed. "Not that has to do with sex, anyway. Shit, people around here know me, so what the fuck difference does it make?"
Angie put a hand on each of Libby's long, sleek, but muscular thighs and spread them farther apart, then bent her head down. Libby discovered the girl had something else exceptional: she had a very long and very skilled tongue! And knew how to use it. She was even better than Lavina McCabe!
A thought came to Libby and she asked, "Angie, you have a refreshingly different attitude about sex. How come you don't fuck for money?"
The teenager lifted her head. "Oh, I thought about it a couple of times, but then it wouldn't be fun. I really like to fuck and I really dig sex in just about any form, but doing it for money just wouldn't be the same. I'll stick to giving it away and enjoying it."
She put her face back down between Libby's thighs and went back to using her long, talented tongue. Angie licked delicately and tenderly around Libby's swelling pussy-lips, darting her tongue along the slit to lap up Libby's oozing juices, then back to the outer edges of her pussy-lips again. With each lap of Libby's flowing cream, the pointed tip of Angie's tongue would dip deeper within Libby's slit until finally her tongue was thrusting right into Libby's hot, eager fuck-hole.
Angie's body was shuddering. Wave after continuous wave of climactic spasms surged through the girl with every pistoning thrust of Forsyth's mighty cock. Libby was astounded by the frequency and depth of Angie's orgasms and thought the kid had to be some kind of an over-stimulated sex maniac!
The steady twitching and shivering of Angie's delicate body didn't reach her head, though. She continued lapping and tongue-fucking Libby's pretty cunt. While still sucking up Libby's cream and swirling her long tongue deep into Libby's fuck-canal, Angie would periodically run her tongue up and down Libby's stiff clit-shaft. Then she would tenderly lick the super-sensitive clit-head that was erect and forced out of its protective hood.
Libby let out a tiny gasp of pleasure as a wave of delicate spasms swept through her long, firm body. Angie loved to give as well as receive pleasure, and each time she sensed one of Libby's little climaxes, she would pause to let the older woman enjoy it, then get back to work.
Forsyth's big cock was plunging full strokes into Angie's experienced, but tight and strongly muscled pussy. He withdrew until only the tip of his heavy prick-head was between the youngster's fuck-fattened cunt-lips, then pumped his hips forward, driving his cock deep into her pussy until the head of his mighty fuck-rod was deep in her belly.
Angie was caught up in the rhythm of the fuck and plunged her long tongue deep into Libby's cunt with each stroke of Clint's great cock.
Both girls were getting higher and higher on sexual stress; both were getting that sensation of really needing to have their big climax.
Angie rocked back and forth on her knees, jamming her ass into Clint's groin on each backstroke, shoving her tongue deep into Libby's steaming pussy on each forward stroke. Angie shuddered constantly, the power and depth of her climaxes increasing by the minute.
Libby reacted as well, her lips arching upward in time with Angie's tongue-thrusts into her hot, excited cunt. Libby rapidly approached her major climax. It was almost as if she had no control over her own body. Her hips thrust upward in a steady, fuck rhythm. Her cunt-muscles moved to the same timing, grasping at Angie's teasing, pleasing tongue. Deeper, stronger waves of tremors washed through her torso and shuddered down her inner thighs.
Libby's hands flew to her bulging tits. She kneaded the firm flesh for a minute, her fingers working their way to her pink, puffed-out areolas and her big, plum-like nipples. She pinched and twisted her nipples in time with Angie's probing tongue.
Libby needed stronger stimulation. While still pinching and twisting one turgid nip with her fingers, she hoisted her other big, solid tit toward her mouth. Bending her head as far forward as she could, she sucked in her enormous " nipple, rolled it between her lips, then licked across the sensitive, pebbled end with her tongue.
Angie found Libby's G-spot. Her tongue slithered across that ultra-sensitive little place under Libby's pubic bone, and the streaking spasm that blasted through Libby's body caused Libby to accidentally bite down on her hard, hot nipple. Her hips thrust forcefully upward, grinding Angie's face into her oozing, creaming cunt. Her strong cunt-muscles clamped down on Angie's long tongue, holding it in place, almost forcing Angie's tongue to swirl around her G-spot again. Angie's nose ground into Libby's taut, tender, clit.
Libby's orgasm was triggered. Huge, powerful spasms thundered from her sucking, grasping cunt to her flaming, throbbing clit. Lightning strokes of sexual electricity shot from her clit to her throbbing nipples. Earthquake-like tremors shuddered through her torso. Her legs twitched as the shaking waves shot down her inner thighs from her twitching clit.
"Oh, shit almighty! Oh, goddamn fucking shit! Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, god, this is unbelievable! Ooooohhh!" Libby wailed as she practically doubled up with the strength of the last, final, thundering, blasting spasm.
Libby's breathing gradually dropped to normal, and her shakes and twitches died away.
She realized that she had Angie's head held in a vise-like grip between her legs, almost smothering the poor kid in her rich mat of pussy-fur.
"Oh, god, Angie, I'm sorry," she murmured, opening her legs so the younger woman could get air. "I didn't mean to do that. Shit, I didn't even know I did it until my orgasm was over!"
Angie looked up at her, her mouth wet with cunt-cream, and smiled. "That's okay, Miss Rollins. It just made me lick and suck your lovely pussy-juice all the harder."
Angie panted to regain her breath as she continued to push her pretty ass into Clint Forsyth's groin, keeping his long, fat, rigid cock pistoning to the hilt in her stunning, steaming cunt.
"If it's okay with you, Miss Rollins, could you play with my nipples and maybe suck on
'em and nibble on 'em a little bit? It always helps me to get off."
Libby, who had been dying to play with the small girl's fantastic nipples, replied, "I'd love to, dear. There's something about them that just makes my mouth water!"
"Mine, too!" Angie giggled, still panting. "I can get off just by playing with them."
Libby crawled under the rocking girl, who was now pumping her pussy back into Clint's prick as hard as he was fucking forward. Angie had raised herself so that Libby could crawl under her and play with her nipples and tits. The problem for Libby was to catch Angie's tits, the girl was rocking so hard and fast now.
"Angie, I can't suck your tits when they're moving like this. Brace yourself with your arms and let Clint do the fucking. Then maybe I can suck your nipples like you want me to."
"Uh ... ugh ... okay!" Angie gasped as she repositioned herself, bracing her ass so that Clint could really ram his powerful prick into her cunt. It took concentration, because Angie had a tremendous urge to slam back into Clint's pounding cock.
Libby raised her head and sucked on one of the girl's nipples. It was almost like sucking in a forefinger beyond the first joint. The goddamned things were almost an inch and a half long! Long and rubbery hard, but giving, and hot and throbbing as well, as if they were trying to swell to bursting!
Libby wrapped her lips around one of the pulsing nipples, rubbing her lips back and forth, twirling Angie's sensual little nip between her lips. It brought a tiny cry of joy from Angie. Libby sucked her rigid nip into her mouth, held it with her lips, and ran her tongue around and around the rubbery rod. She softly, gently nipped Angie's nipple with her teeth, while at the same time rasping her tongue across the flat, pebbled end of the pink cylinder. Droplets of sweetish juice oozed from the pores at the tip of Angie's nipple, and it brought another cry of pure, sexual exaltation from Angie's swollen lips.
"God, Mr. Forsyth, I hope you're ready because I'm cumming! Oh, Jesus! God, am I cumming! Oh, sweet shit! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder! Ram that big, beautiful cock of yours into me! Shove it in to the hilt! Fuck me 'til your balls squeeze dry!"
Clint had been holding back, trying to keep from shooting his cum until Angie was ready. He knew the girl, knew what she liked and what she wanted, and he knew she'd be hotter than a tin stove if he shot his wad before she was ready. The girl was a real sex-pistol, but she was ornerier than a half-swatted hornet if she didn't get satisfaction.
Angie could sense that Clint was about to cum. That telltale stiffening, swelling, surging of his cock meant that his balls were just about ready to start pumping his thick, hot cum through the length of his great fuck-shaft.
"Oh, god, now!" Angie moaned. "Now! Now I'm cumming! Now you're cumming! Oh, great balls of shit, ain't it fantastic!"
Angie let out a tremendous moan. The first spurts of that wonderful, sticky fluid were jetting from the turgid heat of Clint's huge cock deep into her cunt.
She shrieked again, then forced her ass back into Clint's groin with all her strength, trying to get more cock and balls into her creaming, pulsing, flaming cunt. Her motion stripped her bursting nipple from Libby's mouth. Libby's teeth scraped her long nipple, and that brought another scream of pain from Angie. Angie's slender, think body was wracked with wave after pounding wave of tremendous contractions.
She finally heaved a mighty sigh, and said, "Oh, Jesus! God, did I need that! Mr. Forsyth, you almost made up for that miserable, self-satisfying shit-head I had last night. Nothing in this world pisses me off more than a fucking bastard who gets himself off and forgets about the girl. Thank god for people like you, Mr. Forsyth, who have the common decency to make sure their fuck partner is having a good time, too!"
Forsyth nodded his head and smiled. "And thank god for people like you, Angie, who take care of the needs of people like me with a smile on your face and joy in your heart."
"Hey!" Libby broke in. "How about me?"
"I guess you're included in that, Miss Rollins. Sorry, but in spite of this morning, I really don't know you all that well. You're only beginning to serve yourself and mankind," he added with a laugh, "but your service so far has been exceptional."
CHAPTER FOUR
The head librarian's office had its own bathroom with shower, and the trio made good use of it. After they were bathed and dressed, Clinton Forsyth gave Libby a brief history of the library, an idea of what would be expected of her, and then he left. Angie gave Libby a complete tour of the library and its facilities, the collection of books, and the extent of the cataloging to date.
Libby had a busy afternoon getting organized for the work ahead of her. At six, she walked the half-mile back to the hotel, tired from the experiences and discoveries of the day, but feeling good. Elmo Sims was behind the desk in the lobby, and he stopped her.
"Miss Rollins, Vinnie said to tell you that this is Saturday night and you're to put on your best jeans, plaid shirt and cowboy boots because you and she are going out to do the town tonight."
"I don't have a plaid shirt or cowboy boots."
"Yes, you do. Vinnie did some shopping for you. You're to take your pick of what she laid out and she'll return the rest on Monday. They're in your room."
She thanked the elderly man and climbed the stairs to her room. After a quick shower, Libby tried on some of the clothes that were spread out on her bed. She finally selected an outfit she liked and that came closest to fitting her. The problem was the shirts. Her tits were too big for them.
She was just putting on the outfit she'd decided to keep when there was a knock at the door. She opened it to find Vinnie standing there looking exceptionally lovely, her red hair falling in a silky flow to her shoulders, a white cowboy hat on her head, and a thin, plaid shirt that looked glued to her gorgeous torso. She was wearing faded jeans that fit her like skin, and a pair of beautiful cowboy boots.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Libby. Sorry about the shirts. They don't stock 'em around here to fit tits like yours. Any that fit around your fabulous tits would fit the rest of you like a tent. Tell you what, you just button the shirt a few buttons up from the bottom and leave the rest open!" Vinnie laughed and went on. "Shit, your tits will be packed in so tight there's no way they can fall out, and there won't be a male eye that can resist staring down your cleavage. And that's good!"
Libby blushed and asked, "Why?"
"Well, first, to attract men, and second, to let people meet the new librarian under what you might call favorable circumstances. Hey, let me do your hair, Libby, and do you have to wear those old-maid glasses? Don't you have any contacts?"
Figuring what the hell, Libby put herself in Vinnie's hands. Vinnie combed out the old-maid hairdo until Libby's thick, silky black hair fell in waves off her shoulders and down her back. Libby took her glasses off and put in her contact lenses. Then Vinnie stepped out into the hall and returned with a huge hatbox.
"The shirts and boots you want to keep, you'll have to pay for, but this is a present from me," Vinnie said, handing the box to Libby.
Inside, there was a beautiful, white cowboy hat, similar to the one Vinnie was wearing. She helped Libby place it properly, then told her to look in the mirror. Libby did as she was told and was shocked.
"My god, Vinnie, I actually look beautiful! You're some kind of a miracle worker!"
"I'm glad you like what you see. Come on, let's go. We'll eat at the Stage Station."
Libby followed her out to an old, beat-up pickup. Vinnie drove like a wild woman, but skillfully. They were a couple of miles out of town, headed down a dirt road toward a big grove of trees.
"Where the hell are you taking me?" Libby asked.
"To the Stage Station. It's an old stagecoach station in that grove of trees just ahead. I rented us a room for tonight. It didn't cost much. I have a sort of trade-off arrangement with the owner. Anyway, during the week I like girls pretty much. On weekends, I like to fuck. I sure hope you will, because it's how I expect us to spend the night. Eating and drinking, dancing and fucking. A real cowtown Saturday night!"
"What makes you think I want to spend the night that way, Vinnie?"
Vinnie laughed. "You went to the library this morning and you didn't get back until after six, but you had that look on your face. The look that means you had a. personal interview,; which means a fuck, with Clint Forsyth, and probably with little Angie Pryor, too."
Libby laughed, too. "You can read me like a book. Say, what's the scoop with Angie? I mean, she's so sweet-looking and pretty, and she's a smart little shit, but she's really a sex-freak!"
"It's a long story. Briefly, Angie's mother died when Angie was little, her drunken father and brothers have raised her, and whenever they needed to fuck she was the only one available. Welfare took her away from her home, but she'd already gotten the habit. She seduced her foster parents, both of them! I guess it has something to do with love, or the lack of it. A psychiatrist might be good for her, I don't know. She seems happy, she gets the best grades in her class at school, she's a good worker, so why mess with her?"
Vinnie had pulled into the parking lot by the rambling, old structure.
"The rooms are on the second floor, Libby. You go out the side door and up the outside stairs."
The two women had a delicious steak dinner, then went to the other end of the building to the saloon and dance hall.
"Oh, wow! This really looks wild-west!" Libby exclaimed, delighted.
"A few suggestions," Vinnie told her. "We'll be doing a lot of drinking, so dance a lot, it helps work off the booze. If you're too drunk, you won't have much fun fucking!"
"You're serious about fucking, aren't you?" Libby asked, not yet believing.
"Of course!" Vinnie replied. "I'll try to steer you to okay guys, ones that aren't into themselves or mean. I figure if we take two at a time apiece, we should be able to really get ourselves satisfied tonight."
"Two at a time apiece?" Libby repeated, shocked again.
"Sure! One to fuck and one to suck. Three, if you like a three-way. I don't mind. We'll be outnumbered better than three to one tonight. Tell you what, Libby. We'll dance some, you pick out the guys you're interested in, and I'll take care of the rest. Okay?"
Libby was beginning to get excited. She could feel her big, round nipples swelling and pushing out at the shirt. She could feel the cream starting to ooze from her cunt. She was really getting a sexual thrill from the whole idea! It was so completely different from anything she'd ever done before. So brazen and outrageous, so unlike her. But so electrically exciting!
The two women danced with a number of partners. At first, the music was fast, really country. When the crowd showed signs of getting more romantic, the lights were partially dimmed and the music became slower. The dancers held each other tighter, swaying together, rubbing crotches, dry-fucking each other.
It wasn't long before Libby had made her first selections. Two tall, slim, wiry young men, deeply tanned and quiet-mannered. As Libby had been warned, they were up front about it. They both asked if she wanted to go upstairs. She consulted with Vinnie after each dance, then told the two that she'd go up with them, but only with both of them at the same time, and they had to wait until Vinnie had a pair of men with her, too.
They knew Vinnie and knew what to expect, which was more than Libby did.
Vinnie had her pair of studs rounded up. They were certainly an unlikely pair. One was tall and husky, ruddy-faced, with a friendly smile. The other was shorter, with a hang-dog look, like he was really having a lousy time. The six went out the side door and up the long stairway to the second floor.
Vinnie led the way down a long hall to a door about halfway to the end. She unlocked it and flipped the light switch. Libby was the last to enter and she was flabbergasted!
The room was large. Right in the center was a huge bed with no headboard or footboard, just an enormous spring and mattress mounted on a frame above the floor. The rest of the room was mirrors! On the walls and the ceiling, on the door even. Underfoot was a carpet so thick it felt more like a mattress. One of the narrow wall mirrors was, Vinnie pointed out, a wardrobe to hang their clothes in; another was a narrow cabinet that contained a variety of odd devices, most, but not all, of which Libby had seen before.
"My god, Vinnie! This is fantastic! Are all the rooms up like this?"
"No," Vinnie chuckled, "they're all different. This just seemed a good place to start. To initiate you, so to speak."
Vinnie had already pulled her boots off and was squirming out of her skin-tight jeans. The four young men were swiftly stripping their own clothes and hanging them in the closet.
Libby, suddenly shy, tried to turn her back on them while she took her own outfit off. The trouble was, there were mirrors in every direction. She could see everybody else, all sides of them, and they could see her almost everywhere she looked. She realized how dumb it was to try to be modest, under the circumstances. She laughed out loud and stood up straight, unbuttoned the few closed buttons on her skirt, and peeled it off.
"Jesus Christ! Get a load of those!" One of
Libby's young men gasped. "Now that's what I call a pair of tits!"
"Yeah, and get a load of those nipples!" her other selection sighed. "She's got even bigger ones than little Angie, maybe not as long, but a whole lot bigger around."
The comments made Libby bold. She hefted a big, solid tits in each hand, walked up to the two who had made the comments and asked, "Want a suck? You seem to dig my tits and nips, you might as well enjoy them."
As she approached the pair of men, her eyes drifted down to their rising cocks. She was mildly disappointed to note that there wasn't anything special about either of them, at least not yet. In their present state of partial erections, both cocks looked pretty average. Maybe six inches long and around an inch or inch and a quarter thick.
As Libby drew up to them, the two young men dropped to their knees, each taking one of her big, firm tits between his hands. They liked the heavy, solid feel of her big tits, the silky skin on their palms. Almost in unison, the pair nodded their heads forward to lap around and around Libby's swelling, puffing areolas. First one, then the other, wrapped his lips around her rigid, plum-like nipples.
They squeezed her turgid nips lightly between their lips, then swirled their tongues around them. One began to rasp the pebbled tip of her nipple with his tongue and that brought Libby's first blast of orgasmic shivers for the evening.
Even as the two men were playing with her lust-thrilled tits, her glance swung to Vinnie and the unlikely pair she'd brought up to the room. The tender care the two young tit-lovers were giving her tits thrilled Libby greatly, but what she saw Vinnie doing thrilled her even more.
Vinnie was on her hands and knees on the bed, naked. Her two male companions were also naked on the bed, the heavy-set, happy-looking man at her ass and the shorter, gloomy one facing her.
The man at her ass was coating his exceptionally long, skinny prick with oil and, as Libby watched, he worked himself closer to Vinnie until the bare, almost triangular head of his thin cock nudged at the redhead's tight ass-hole. The man applied a little oil directly to Vinnie's puckered little shit-hole and worked a finger around and around it until the tight ring-muscle relaxed. As soon as he sensed her tension going away, he nudged the pointed tip of his prick-head into her tiny ass-hole.
That brought a delighted squeal from the redhead, and she humped her firm, round ass backward, forcing several inches of his rigid, thin prick up her ass-hole.
She pulled the smaller man toward her. His cock was short, not even six inches long, and thick like a summer sausage. Vinnie had her lush, red-lipped mouth open wide to accept and suck in the mammoth head of his short, fat prick. His cock-head looked like a big, round ball, purple and about the size of a golf ball.
Vinnie's educated tongue flicked out of her hot mouth and swiftly lapped around and around his big, purple cock-head. She gave the short man's ass another tug, forcing his thick cock entirely into her mouth.
While Libby watched Vinnie getting reamed in the ass and her face stuffed at the same time, she saw her friend's body suddenly explode in a mass of quaking tremors! Vinnie was really getting off on sucking cock and being ass-fucked at the same time!
Libby's own excitement level was quickly climbing. She stopped watching her friend and the two men, and turned her attention to herself and her tit-lovers. While she completely enjoyed the attentions they were giving her big, sensitive tits, it wasn't enough. Now she needed a cock in her cunt. And with two beautiful pricks, even though they weren't as big as she would have liked, she could engage in two of her favorite sports at the same time: fucking and cock-sucking!
"Okay, guys, you're tit-fucking and nip-chewing has turned me on. Now I want to fuck.
Listen, I hope one of you-likes getting your cock sucked as much as I like cock-sucking. I'll lie on my back on the bed, one of you can fuck me, and I'll hang my head over the edge of the bed so that one of you can get on your knees on the floor. That ought to bring your pretty prick about even with my mouth, and I can give you a real good blowjob!"
The two young men were more than ready. Their pricks had swelled and stiffened. Little droplets of pre-cum oozed from their red-rimmed piss-slits.
Libby couldn't resist. She dropped to her knees and grabbed a rigid prick in each hand. Her head bobbed from one throbbing cock to the other, her tongue flashing from between her lust-reddened lips to lap up the little droplets of tangy ooze.
She stood up again and giggled.
"Oooh! I love that wonderful stuff!" she gasped, moving toward the bed. "Come on, boys. Let's get started. I really need a fuck bad!"
Libby spread out on the bed on her back. Both men were amazed at how little flattening there was to her big, round tits. Her tits stood up from her chest almost as far as when she was standing. The taller of the two young men went around the bed and climbed up between her sleek, wide-spread legs.
Libby was pleased to note that his cock had stretched and thickened so that it was larger than she'd originally thought. The other young man had a cock so stiff that when she grabbed it, Libby thought she could probably lift herself up by it! His prick had also grown some more. His cock had to be a good eight inches long!
Libby's lovely pussy was creaming so heavily that she could feel the hot, thick goo oozing from between her lust-puffed pussy-lips and dripping into the crack of her ass.
The man kneeling between her thighs, after gently running his fingers between her dripping, swollen cunt-lips, guided his rigid cock between her cream-slippery cunt-lips right into her hot fuck-slot. The head of his throbbing cock nudged its way into her eager cunt. Libby gasped with joy and her hips bucked upward, sucking in more of his wonderful cockmeat.
Libby seized the man at her head by his hard, slim cowboy's ass. She yanked him forward until his prick-head nudged her fevered lips. She opened her mouth, licked around his sleek purple cock, then tugged harder on his ass, sucking at his cock at the same time. The man's hips arched forward, fucking his hot cock into her mouth until she could feel the smooth head of his cock bumping into her throat opening.
All thoughts of Vinnie and the two men with her were forgotten. Libby was completely involved with her own joys, her own satisfactions and needs. With a stout prick in her mouth and a big cock pounding into her cunt, Libby was filled with a joy she'd never before known. A thought flashed through her lust-drenched brain: if only she could have just one more cock, a long, thin prick like the guy ass-fucking Vinnie had, rammed into her ass-hole! That would be perfection! That would truly be the complete fuck!
Libby now had one hand on her swelling, throbbing big tits, the other hand firmly on the face-fucker's ass. He seemed reluctant to push his cock deeper into her mouth, but Libby wanted it all. She waited until just the right moment, when his spit-slippery cock-head was probing at the opening to her throat. Then she pulled hard on his ass, letting a finger slide into his puckered ass-hole. His hips arched forward suddenly and, for the first time in his life, he felt the head of his cock sliding deep into a girl's throat!
That was what Libby wanted. To have that wonderful cock filling her mouth, pulsing in her throat, sliding back and forth. New waves of deeper, stronger, orgasmic tremors flashed through her, filling her with sexual delight. Her hand on the man's ass pressured and released. She wanted him to fuck her mouth, thrusting his cock deep into her throat then withdrawing his cock in time to her hand pressure.
The other cock, hard and hot, was pumping gradually deeper and deeper into her hungry cunt, exciting her with more thrills, filling her with more desire. Libby's hips arched up, pumping at his pistoning cock, finally forcing his cock to the hilt into her demanding, dripping cunt.
Both cocks were pistoning into her in perfect rhythm. Both pricks slammed into her mouth and throat and cunt, then slid back, then rammed home again in time with each other, guided by the glorious woman so eagerly getting stuffed with pricks.
Sexual tensions, carnal excitement, were building to higher and ever higher peaks within Libby. What had started out as tiny sensual tremors were now deeper, throbbing, shaking climaxes, rocketing through her body in a nearly steady stream. Her needed to get off, her straining, demanding, lusting, carnal desire for that deep, satisfying, satiating climax was driving her to more and more intense and vigorous efforts.
She sensed that the cock slamming into her hungry pussy was getting ready to shoot its mighty load of wonderful jizz. His mighty fuck-post firmed harder, swelled even thicker as his cock jammed in and out of her tight, hot, creaming cunt. She wanted the cock that was sliding deep into her throat to shoot its creamy load of thick, hot cum at the same time.
Libby let her hand wander deeper into the man's ass-crack. Her forefinger began to stroke firmly but gently around his tightly puckered ass-hole. Slowly, then gradually faster, she applied slight pressure, massaging his hard, tight ring-muscle, relaxing it, soothing it, opening it.
Pulsing expansions and contractions began in that hot, hard cock sliding in and out of her gasping, slippery cunt. As he felt his balls draw up to shoot their load deep into Libby's cunt, the man slammed his cock home to the absolute hilt. Libby rammed her cunt upward, grinding her pussy into his groin, forcing the last possible fraction of an inch of his steel-hard prick deep inside her cunt.
Then it came! Jet after hot, sticky jet of thick cum blasted from the tip of his cock-head and splatted into the very depths of her sucking cunt.
Libby's finger shot into the ass-hole of the guy whose cock she was sucking. It was so unexpected, so startling, that he shot his wad instantly, his slimy jizz blasting from his cock and squirting deep into Libby's gulping, sucking throat.
It was as if the dam of her carnal lust had been broken. Libby had an orgasm like she wouldn't have believed possible! Every muscle, every fiber of her body, clenched in a deep, powerful contraction.
There was a blessed release, followed by wave after additional, diminishing wave of contractions. They flashed like lightning from her throat to her cunt and back, then spread out in all directions like ripples in a pond, filling her every organ and tissue with wonderful, powerful, orgasmic spasms.
Libby's legs tensed and drew up, her ankles locked on the cunt-fucker's ass, as if trying to squeeze him into her drawing, slippery, hot and hungry cunt. She wrapped both hands around the ass of the other young man and pulled until her lips were bruised against the cock-hair.
With her breath cut off by the depth of his cock penetrating in her throat, she passed out briefly, only to come to seconds later as the pressure in her chest forced her to cough up that marvelously satisfying cock. Her pulsating, clenching, powerful cunt-muscles had clamped down on the man's shrinking, slippery cock they held, and squirted his cock out of her cream-and cum-soaked pussy like toothpaste from a tube.
Libby relaxed. All over. Her arms and legs fell back to the bed. Her breathing slowly fell back to normal. Her heart stopped pounding in her chest. She heaved a tremendous, satisfied sigh.
"Jesus Christ! Hey, thank you, guys! Thanks a lot! I don't think I've ever had a cum like that in my whole life!" She giggled. "But then, I've never had two neat, hard cocks like that at the same time, either."
Her pair of fuckers weren't much for talking. The guy whose cock she'd sucked muttered, "Thank you, lady. That was the greatest blow-job I've ever had."
The other one added, "Yeah, and I've never fucked a woman while she was sucking off my buddy, either. It's something else!"
Vinnie's voice came from the other end of the bed. "Glad you enjoyed it. Now, Libby, if you're done, let's clean up and go do some more dancing and drinking."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well, how did you like it?" Vinnie asked Libby. "Isn't this place something else? And you don't have to come upstairs like we did if you don't want to. I mean, I know a lot of people that come out here just to eat and drink and dance and have fun. like I told you before, there really isn't any pressure to fuck if you don't want to. Just don't expect a guy to stick with you if he wants to fuck and you don't."
"That sound fantastic, if it's really true, Vinnie. The trouble is, a lot of guys get mad as hell if you dance with them and drink with them and then don't fuck them. I know from hard experience, because I didn't fuck." Libby chuckled. "Most of the time I sucked, though, so they didn't get too mad."
"You gotta remember you're not back East anymore, Libby. Sure, a few guys will get mad, but mostly they'll just go looking for someone who will fuck. Now, how about we go another round with different guys?"
Libby gave her new friend a dejected look. "I'm sorry, Vinnie, I don't think I'm up to another round. You have to remember, this is all new to me. Shit, I was a virgin until today! And I've cum today like I never even imagined! I think I'd better go a little easy until I get used to the way you people do things out here."
"Well," Vinnie said, looking a little disappointed. "I guess I can take you back to the hotel if you like. It'll have to be quick, though. I'm all heated up, and I don't want to cool down. Not until I've had my fill of sex for tonight!"
Vinnie wasn't angry, not even disgusted, but she wasn't happy. She'd counted on Libby's presence to attract a better quality of studs.
Not that Vinnie had trouble attracting guys. She was a fine-looking woman and known to be a good, if not great, fuck. Some of the guys were nervous about fucking a woman who was known to like other women, though. With Libby along, Vinnie figured that it wouldn't be a problem.
Reluctantly, Vinnie drove Libby back to the hotel and left her at the curb while she returned to the Stage Station.
Libby went right up to her room and to bed. She slept like a log and woke up late, feeling amazingly relaxed and refreshed. She stretched and yawned, and discovered a few twinges from muscles that weren't accustomed to being exercised the way they had been the last day or two. There was just a little touch of tenderness to her cunt and pubic area.
"Not too bad for a new non-virgin," she said as she got up. Libby liked to sleep nude. She stretched, and examined herself in the big, full-length mirror on the bathroom door. For the first time in her life, she really liked what she saw. Even her face had a different look to it. It was softer, more inviting. She could see what Clint Forsyth saw in it. She really was a beautiful woman!
The library was closed on Sundays, and Libby thought it might be a good time to go there and do some work. Even though Angie had done an excellent job so far, there was a certain amount of reorganizing to do.
Libby wasn't surprised to see old Elmo Sims at the cashier's desk when she went down to a late breakfast. She guessed Vinnie was probably still asleep.
A good breakfast and a brisk walk in the cool morning air put Libby in a good mood by the time she reached the library. She let herself in and locked the door behind her, picked up the materials she needed, and went back to her office.
She had been hard at work for a couple of hours when she thought she heard voices in the hallway. Surprised, and a trifle frightened, Libby padded softly to the door and slowly, quietly, turned the handle. She was just about to open it a crack and look out to see who was there, when it was pushed sharply open.
A young male voice demanded, "Angie! What the fuck are you doing? That's enough hide and seek, now I want to fuck. Jesus, my cock's so hard it feels like it'll bust!"
Libby had been standing behind the door when it was thrust open. It had banged into her, and she grunted, stunned, and fell silent. She didn't know what to say!
The owner of the male voice entered the room. Inch by inch. All Libby saw at first was the huge naked head of a cock. That was followed by the shaft of the same cock. And followed and followed. The fucking thing had to be a foot long!
Eventually, the owner of the cock appeared, but not where Libby expected him. Somehow, she was sure any man with a cock like that had to be at least seven feet tall. The owner of this super-prick was just a kid, and he wasn't any taller than Angie, a barely five feet.
"Well, young man!" Libby scolded. "What's the big idea of marching in here naked that way! Why did you think Angie was in here?"
The boy turned blood red and looked like he might faint, he was so frightened at the tall, beautiful woman being there instead of little Angie.
"Mu ... mu ... my goodness, uh, uhm, lady, uh, well, you see..." he stammered, too tongue-tied to finish the sentence.
"Do you always walk into the librarian's office with your bare cock hanging out like this?" Libby demanded.
"Well, uh, you see, uhm, well I guess you don't, uh, understand. You see, I thought Angie was in here and, well, if you know Angie, um, you see, well, then you know what I'm doing here." His eyes looked down at his feet, his mighty cock had started to wilt, and he was so flustered he looked ill.
Libby didn't wish to prolong his torture. After staring at his monster prick, she discovered what she did wish. She wished to try to cram that fantastic fuck-tool into her now-dripping cunt! The boy's titanic cock was making her hornier than she'd ever been! Without even thinking, she swiftly dropped to her knees and seized his mighty fuck-monster with both hands.
"Jesus Christ, young man, this thing's like a fucking baseball bat! I don't see how you can fuck anybody a little as little as Angie with it! Shit, when you fuck your cock all the way in, it must reach all the way from her cunt up into her chest!"
The boy, still embarrassed, but slowly regaining his composure, replied, "You don't know Angie! Say, where is she, anyway?"
"I don't know, but she certainly isn't in here. How did you get into the building, anyway?" She gave his huge prick a sharp tug to emphasize her question.
"Ouch!" he yelped. "Hey, lady, don't do that, it hurts!"
He explained reluctantly, holding up his key ring. "Angie lent me a key. I was supposed to meet her at one this afternoon, right here. She didn't say anything about anybody else being here."
"She didn't say anything about it to me, either. Does she do this often?"
The boy giggled shyly.
"Well, she does meet me every Sunday at one when she can. You see, Angie really-likes to fuck, and so do I, and she's the only girl I've ever met who'll let me fuck her. You sure ask a lot of questions. What business is it of yours anyway? What are you doing here? Did Angie let you in?"
Libby's expression softened.
"I'm Libby Rollins, the new librarian, and I have my own key. Now, maybe you'd better tell me who you are, and what your arrangement is with Angie. Don't worry, I already know a lot about your friend Angie."
"Uh, well, Miss Rollins, you see, like I said, Angie and I meet here every Sunday right after lunch to fuck. Except, you know how Angie is. Sometimes she spends the night out at the Stage Station or goes home with some guy, or gets a gang-fuck organized, so she's too tired and doesn't get here until later. Shit, sometimes she doesn't make it at all! She gets too fucked out! That must be what happened last night, or she'd have called to tell me that somebody else might be here and I should be careful. Uh, and I'm Glen Westby," he added reluctantly.
Libby hadn't released the boy. She still had a firm grip on his enormous prick. Although his cock had at first started to soften and shrink, the feeling of her warm hand on it, the pressure of her grip on his cock had aroused the boy. His cock was swelling and stretching its way back to full, monumental erection!
The feeling of his throbbing, swelling prick in her hand, the silky softness of the stretched skin, and the pulsing, hardening meat inside that skin, was making Libby hornier and hornier!
Libby began to slide that soft, silky skin back and forth, massaging his huge cock with her hand. She bent down and drew the enormous ball of his purple prick-head to her lips. Her skillful tongue shot from between her red lips and licked quickly around and around his fat, hot cock-head. Although she didn't know if she could open her mouth wide enough, Libby decided to try. She wanted to have his great cock-knob in her mouth.
She stroked her hands up and down the great length of the boy's fuck-shaft. She hugged his cock to her downy cheek, enjoying the feel of his silky cock-skin against her face. She backed away from his gigantic fuck-rod and gaped her jaws open as wide as she could. Leaning slightly forward, she licked his fat fuck-knob until it was slippery wet, then sucked his big prick-head between her lips and slowly between her teeth, careful not to scrape his thick cock.
The end of his stupendous cock slipped into her mouth much easier than she had expected. His cock made a big mouthful! Big, delicious, wonderfully exciting mouthful! Just the feel of the huge cock in her mouth sent a wave of orgasmic spasms flashing through her whole body and down the insides of her thighs. Her panties were soaked from the heavy oozing of her cream. She was so horny, it felt like her cunt was practically begging to get stuffed with his huge prick.
She popped his great fuck-knob from her mouth. "Well, young Glen Westby, Angie isn't here, but I'll be more than happy to take her place. Take your clothes off!"
The boy obeyed the librarian's command while Libby locked the door, opened the sofa bed, and stripped her own clothes swiftly away. When she was naked and turned to the boy, he gaped in wonder.
"My god, Miss Rollins, you're gorgeous! Shit, you're a whole lot better-looking than most of those girlie magazine centerfolds. I never seen a body like yours. Especially not with nipples like yours! I mean, I thought Angie had fantastic nipples." He hesitated. "Could I suck on your nips a little, Miss Rollins, please?"
She told the boy to lie on his back on the bed, then she'd lean over him so he could suck her nipples while she sat on his telephone pole of a prick.
Even when he was flat on his back, his enormous prick pointed straight up in the air, twitching and waving slightly from his body motions and his lust-pumped blood. The great purple knob of his cock looked swollen and shiny and about to explode! Libby could hardly wait to bury his cock in her steaming fuck-hole!
She resisted the urge to impale herself on his great fuck-post and instead, she leaned over the boy, her knees astride his skinny hips, her big, gorgeous tits almost dangling in his face.
The boy gently took one of her big, firm tit-globes in both hands and guided her swollen, plum-like nipple to his lips. His tongue slithered out and licked Libby's lust-puffed areolas, exciting her even more. He gently sucked her throbbing nipple between his lips and rolled it back and forth, letting his teeth just very lightly scrape against her blood-filled nipple.
That fired off another wave of spasms, this time stronger and deeper, through Libby's lust-filled body. She squealed with delight as the carnal sparks jolted her. Bracing herself, she reached between her sleek thighs and seized his towering cock. She guided his mighty fuck-club to her dripping pussy. The instant the heavy, slick ball of his prick nudged against her puffed-up pussy-lips, another wave of climactic spasms shot through Libby's glorious torso.
Firmly, but carefully, she rubbed his heavy prick-head back and forth along her cream-slippery fuck-slot. She parted her hot, swollen cunt-lips so that his thick cock-head could slide between them. Getting the huge fuck-pole into her cunt made her more excited and shot new waves of lust through her. Libby was creaming so heavily that the thick fluid was almost pouring from her hot and eager pussy.
Glen's mouth and tongue worked on one of her bursting tits, and his free hand stroked her other tit. His fingers teased her huge nipple, and Libby squirmed with delight. The librarian was panting and gasping with the thrill of, his monster cock sliding its way into her tight cunt. She could feel his cock stretching her cunt-walls as it slipped slowly deeper and deeper into her steaming, cream-soaked pussy.
Even in her tremendous carnal excitement, her curiosity got the better of her. Still braced on one hand, she pressed the other to her flat, smoothly muscled belly. She pressed hard, sucking in her gut. She could actually feel the sliding, pumping progress of his tremendous cock in her cunt!
Another wave of thrills passed through Libby, a deeper, stronger wave. It seemed to flash from her bursting tits to her throbbing clit to her overstuffed cunt. Shaking and shivering from the joy of her sexual desires, Libby began to pump her hips up and down, harder and deeper, jamming more and still more of his huge, foot-long cock farther and farther into her stretched and straining, hot and creaming cunt! Each downstroke fired off another wave of marvelous tremors surging through her, filling her with joy.
Glen's huge prick felt good, unbelievably good! She didn't know for sure how much of his tremendous cock she could take in her straining, overstretched cunt, but she knew for certain that she'd take as much of his cock as she could without hurting herself.
After all, she was still quite young, and her muscles were strong and elastic. She had practiced with a big vibrator, almost as big as young Glen's cock. She had learned to hold the vibrator in place with her cunt-muscles, as well as how to pull it in and squeeze it out. She kept herself in good physical condition. Yes, she thought. She just might be able to take the whole great length of young Westby's mighty prick inside her hungering fuck-hole.
Glen continued to work on Libby's lush tits. He really loved tits and Miss Rollin's tits were the best he'd ever seen. Her marvelous tit-flesh was making him more and more excited, even as excited as having his huge prick shoved in Libby's tight, hot, slippery cunt. Without even realizing it, Glen Westby was getting awfully close to cumming!
Libby could feel herself rapidly building to an immense climax. There was something about his skilled hands and tongue on her tits, combined with his tremendous cock sliding in and out of her stretched and stuffed cunt, that was bringing her to her summit long before she really expected it.
Libby pumped her hips faster, sliding her steaming cunt up and down his foot-long fuck-pole. The sensation of all that fuck-meat slipping in and out of her cunt in long, smooth, stretching strokes, alternately stuffing her cunt and leaving it empty, was an unexpectedly thrilling one.
Libby was taking the entire length of Glen's super-prick inside her demanding cunt. The great ball of his cock-head was burying itself somewhere up above her bellybutton, deep in her cunt! Her tortured, tingling cunt was stretched to its capacity, yet filled with a strange yearning for even more cock-meat!
Libby raised herself until his huge prick-head was held just inside her cunt-lips, far enough so that it wouldn't slip out. Then she put her weight on her pussy, sliding down his giant cock like a fireman down a fire pole.
Each long, smooth, quick stroke released another wave of strengthening contractions. They seemed to spread out from her stretched cunt and shoot in all directions, making her a mass of squirming, tingling flesh, a rutting, fucking animal. She wanted release, she needed release, she had to have release!
Libby bounced her trim, firm hips up and down with foot-long strokes. At the bottom of each plunging stroke, she ground her clit against the boy's sparse and straggly cock-hair, then raised herself again to slide down the fuck-pole. Her breath was coming in heaving gasps. Little squeaking shrieks dribbled from her fevered mouth.
Glen could normally hold out for a long time. Not this Sunday, though. He was far too excited by having his mouth and his hands full of the wonderful, firm tit flesh, while the beautiful librarian, the owner of those gorgeous tits, was pumping her tight cunt up and down his immense erection.
Libby could sense that the boy was almost ready. She could tell by the way his stupendous cock was starting to pulse with waves of contractions moving the whole great length of his-prick, from root to tip.
"Oh, Jesus, yes! Oh, shit, yes! Oh, god, fuck me hard! Shoot that wonderful stuff up my hungry cunt! Fill me with your cum! I need it! Oh, god, but I need it! Come on, do it! Now! Cum now! I'm cumming!"
Libby felt the first of the great globs of cum shoot from the tip of Glen's great, long cock and jet into the depths of her pussy, the far inside end of her straining cunt. As the hot, thick, jism splatted into her, her cunt-muscles clamped down on his mighty prick in a tremendous, clenching spasm. Her clit felt like it was exploding. Her huge, throbbing nipples felt like they would burst, one in Glen's mouth, the other between the teasing, tweaking fingers of the super-hung boy.
A tremendous wave of contractions shot through her body. Her belly-muscles tightened, doubling her up like a powerful cramp. Hot waves of shuddering twitches shot down the in-sides of her legs. Her cunt began to squeeze and release Glen's big cock. Waves of contractions milked his big prick from root to tip as if trying to pump more and more cum from Glen's balls.
Libby's whole body, her whole being, was shaking as if she were having some kind of a tremendous fit. The breath was squeezed out of her in a long, sighing wail of complete orgasmic satisfaction!
"Aaaaahhhh!" she groaned when it was over. "Oh, god, Glen. That was the absolute fucking best! That's some fantastic cock you have here. Except, I still have it too, right now. God, if only I could keep it. Keep it hard and big and swollen and stuffed inside my cunt! That would be absolute fucking heaven!"
CHAPTER SIX
"Gee, Miss Rollins, that was great!" Glen sighed, a huge smile creasing his pleasantly homely young face. "I'm sorry I came so quick. Usually I can hold back for awhile, but your big, heavy tits and your round, hard nipples made me so horny I just couldn't hold it today."
"That's all right, Glen. I was pretty horny myself, and your big cock brought me off quicker than I'd expected, too."
The two had been so busy with their fucking that someone could have broken into the room and watched them without their knowing it. As it was, someone had been standing on the other side of the door listening, trying to figure out what was going on.
Clint Forsyth had gone to the hotel to take Libby her temporary transportation: a small and slightly battered, but still perfectly serviceable, coupe. At the hotel, old Elmo had told him Libby had gone to the library. Clint had his own key, so he let himself in and walked back to the private staff corridor. There he found a small figure, ear pressed to the door, skirt hiked up to her waist, one hand busy at her soaking pussy, the other inside her blouse at a shallow tit. It was Angie.
"Well, Miss Pryor, what are you doing here this Sunday afternoon?', ' Clint asked her, a chuckle in his voice. "It isn't often anyone gets to see the famous fucker, Angie Pryor, masturbating!"
Angie jumped a foot when she heard his voice, but as soon as she knew who it was, she held a finger to her lips to shush him, then put her ear back to the door and her hand back to her pussy.
"Jesus Christ, Angie, why should I be quiet? If you need to get off so badly, let's just go into the librarian's office and put that sofa bed to some good use. Shit, that's why I bought it for the library in the first place!"
Angie, her concentration broken, shrugged, and removed her hands from her tits and cunt. She turned to Clint, and smiled. "Somebody's already using the bed, Mr. Forsyth. I'm not sure, but I think it's Miss Rollins and Glen Westby."
"Why would Miss Rollins be fucking the Westby boy?" Clint asked her, shocked.
"Jesus, you mean you don't know?" Angie asked him, astonished. "Shit, I thought everybody in the county knew about Glen Westby. The fuckin' kid's hung like a goddamned horse! Damned near every female in the county would like to give Glen a try."
"Jesus, you've got to be shitting me!" Clint sighed. "No scrawny little kid can have a foot-long prick! Shit, I only saw one that size in my whole life, and that wasn't in real life, it was in a porno movie."
"Just you wait and see, Mr. Forsyth. Hell, I've even measured it myself."
Clint was silent only for a moment. "We both fooled around with Miss Rollins, you've fucked the Westby boy, so why are we whispering? Why don't we just go on inside and join 'em?"
"I kind of thought we'd let them finish fucking before we disturbed them. Some people get mean as shit when they're interrupted mid-fuck." She blushed. "I know that for sure, 'cause I'm one of 'em."
Forsyth smiled at her. "I guess! Anyway, I've got a key to the office if it's locked, and if we're quiet maybe they won't notice. Sometimes a cannon could go off in my ear when I'm fucking and I wouldn't even hear it."
Angie shrugged and giggled. "Just remember, it's your idea, not mine."
Clint unlocked the door carefully, and silently pushed it open. Libby and Glen had just finished. Libby had his cock still deep inside her and was shocked to discover that it was no longer softening and shrinking, but it was starting to swell and stretch and harden again!
"Jesus Christ, Glen!" she exclaimed, thrilled with his swelling fuck-log buried in her cunt. "I think you can fuck me again!"
The boy, who had again gone to sucking Libby's big nipples, dropped his head back to answer. A movement caught his attention and he turned to see Clint and Angie tiptoe into the room.
"Oh, shit!" he moaned. "Miss Rollins, we-got company!"
Libby snapped her head around, badly frightened. After all, she didn't want to lose her job. When she saw who it was, she relaxed.
"Oh! Hi, Clint! Hi, Angie! Want to join the fun? Glen and I'll slide over so there's more room on the bed. One thing, though, I don't plan on getting off of Glen until we've fucked again."
Angie giggled. "I thought you were going to say until he goes soft on you! Sometimes he can keep his cock hard for hours and just fuck and fuck and fuck. 'Course he doesn't come each time, but even when he does, well, it usually gets hard again in just a minute or two. Quicker, if you leave it in your cunt."
While she was talking, Angie stripped off her lightweight summer dress and kicked off her sandals. Clint Forsyth shrugged, figured what the hell, then stripped his own clothes off. He'd been looking forward to a slow and comfortable afternoon fuck with Libby Rollins, but Angie was also one hell of a fuck, and she was, as always, more than ready.
"Mr. Forsyth? If it's okay with you, I'd just as soon ride you the way Miss Rollins is riding Glen."
"I'd like that, Angie," Clint replied. He crawled onto the bed and sprawled face-up next to the boy.
"No, turn around so your cock is next to his shoulder. Then Miss Rollins and I can play with each other while we're fucking you two," Angie begged.
Clint shrugged and swung around until Angie was satisfied with his position. His big cock was standing up from his groin like a tower. Angie, her pussy already dripping, her nipples standing at rigid attention, almost vaulted onto the bed. She positioned her soaking slit over Clint's stiff prick, then lowered herself onto his cock in one long, smooth stroke, burying his big fuck-staff in her hungry cunt, grinding her groin into his. Her stiff, distended clit brushed his cock-hair, and that sent a wave of orgasmic spasms shooting through Angie's slim, lovely body.
Libby watched Angie mount Clint. Once again, Libby was struck by the eager ease and skill with which the young girl practically sucked Clint's big cock into her cunt. Libby was still just sitting on Glen Westby's groin, thrilling to the feel of his magnificent cock swelling and stretching, growing deeper into her cunt, filling her with that wonderful feeling of being overstuffed with cock.
Libby found herself powerfully attracted to Angie's amazing cylindrical nipples, so long and so hard, throbbing with blood. She held her hand out and flicked one of Angie's rigid little tit-rods back and forth with her forefinger. The longer Libby played with it, the longer it got!
The touch of Libby's soft fingers on her sensitive nipples, at the same time as Clint's cock-hair teased her oversized clit, spurred another, deeper blast of shivering twitches through Angie's delicate-looking body. She giggled.
"Jesus, Miss Rollins, this ought to be some great fuckin' afternoon!"
"I sure hope so," Libby responded. "If it isn't, I'm sure wasting a lot of time I could use for working."
The two women, the tall, full-bodied, big-titted girl in her twenties and the pretty, slender teenager with the astonishing nipples, turned their torsos slightly so they faced each other. While Libby continued to tease Angie's long, hard nipples with her fingers, Angie leaned forward and offered Libby her full, sensuous lips to kiss.
Libby continued to delicately handle Angie's broad, shallow tits and long, rigid nipples as she bent her head down to kiss the younger girl full on the mouth. The instant her lips touched Angie's it was as though a spark of sexual electricity passed between them. Angie's tongue burrowed into the opening between Libby's lips and sensuously explored the older woman's mouth in lingering detail. Libby's tongue surged into the teenager's mouth as well, but Libby was no match for the youngster when it came to a talented tongue. Libby had never been so carnally stirred by a tongue before!
Angie hadn't so much as touched Libby's big, firm tits. Now, with her tongue swirling through the librarian's mouth, Angie's soft hands went out to Libby's tits, cupped and lightly squeezed them. Her fingers milked Libby's big tits to the marble-hard, fat nipples.
Libby found herself getting hotter and hornier by the second. Glen's enormous cock, sunk in her cunt, was swelling and hardening until it felt like it would split her open! Libby twisted and squirmed on his big fuck-log, grinding her cunt against Glen's groin. Round after round of little orgasmic waves shot through her torso and down her legs.
Libby began to use her strong, trained cunt-muscles on Glen's throbbing cock. She squeezed her pussy tight at the base of his cock, then in a wave-like motion, she milked his big prick with her tight cunt all the way from root to tip. As she did so, she could feel his huge cock harden even more. It seemed to grow longer and thicker, filling Libby, stuffing her cunt as she'd never been stuffed!
Glen Westby was completely enjoying the sensation of being fucked without Miss Rollins bouncing up and down on him. The way she was fucking him, using only her inside cunt-muscles, was turning him on tremendously. He chuckled softly. He'd always enjoyed the library and spent a lot of time in it. Then, when he and Angie got together, he spent even more time here. Now, with the new librarian, he'd probably spend the whole rest of his life in the library! And what a fantastic fucking life!
Clint Forsyth found something incredibly sexy about the two beautiful young ladies exchanging a long, deep kiss while playing with each other's lovely tits and overly large nipples. The thought that they were sexually exciting each other, while they were both mounted on big, hard cocks quickly brought Clint to a peak of excitement. He was afraid he was going to cum too soon, and he knew how cranky that could make Angie!
Angie and Clint were used to each other. They'd fucked before many times. Yet this time was different, different for them both. Angie was fucking Clint the same way Libby was fucking Glen: just sitting still and doing the fucking with her strong, skilled cunt-muscles. There was something about sitting on Mr. Forsyth's big, hard cock and milking it with her cunt, while kissing and handling the new, gorgeous librarian, that made the teenaged girl shiver with constant delight.
For Clint, it was the sight of the two women getting it on with each other, while getting it on with the men at the same time, that he found so tremendously sexy. He'd always loved the way Angie fucked, the skill and the technique of the youngster were exceptional, but he'd never had the deep-down need to be fucked, to get off, that he did right at this minute! It had been a long time since he'd been so completely and deeply sexually aroused.
Practically any fuck would have been exciting for Libby, because of her lack of experience. Just the same, though, she found herself unusually turned on and not just by the tremendous size of Glen's cock filling her cunt. As with the others, it was the combination, Glen's huge cock and Angie's gentle fingers and skilled tongue, all teasing and filling and manipulating her.
Just sitting still and using her internal muscles wasn't enough for Libby. She broke the kiss with Angie. She was starting to pant and couldn't get enough air.
"Jesus Christ, Angie!" Libby gasped. "What are you doing to me? I can't recall being so excited! God, but I need to get off again, so bad I can't sit still any longer!"
Angie giggled. "I don't know, but I feel it, too. It must be some kind of mutual fuck-attraction we have for each other, don't you think? Or maybe it's just having those wonderful big cocks buried in our cunts while we play with each other."
"Shit! I don't know, Angie, but I'm sure going to enjoy it!" Libby groaned as another wave of little climactic tremors shot through her.
Libby's fingers and hands were still stroking and petting, twisting and tweaking Angie's long, rod-like nipples, but she wasn't sitting still any longer. She was raising and lowering her hips, timing her cunt-muscles contractions to her fucking movements.
"God, Miss Rollins!" Glen Westby groaned with delight. "That's great! It's just like getting double-fucked all at once!"
Clint gasped. "The women seem to be on the same wavelength today! Angie, you must be doing the same thing to me that Libby's doing to the boy."
Angie was surging up and down, sliding her tight, educated young cunt the length of his throbbing cock in long, smooth strokes, gripping the slippery fuck-log tightly with her strong cunt-muscles while she rode his mighty prick.
Clint groaned. "Oh, shit! Angie, I'm sorry, I'm cumming! You're too fucking good a fuck, or else I'm too fucking horny! I can't hold back any longer!"
"Hey, that's great!" Angie said with a big grin. "I don't know why, but I feel the same way. I don't know when I've been ready for a big orgasm so soon after starting to fuck!"
"Yeah, me, too," Glen announced. "I'm about ready again and most of the time I can hold off for a long time."
"Jesus!" Clint muttered. "How about that? It sounds like we're going to have a four-way simultaneous cum!"
The four concentrated their efforts. Libby really didn't give a damn about how the others were doing or how close they were to cumming. All she cared about right at that moment was how Glen was cumming and if they were going to make it together again.
Her sexual tensions had grown until now they were near the breaking point. She really needed the relief of a huge orgasm. She needed it bad! The friction of Glen's monumental cock pistoning in and out of her tightly grabbing, cream-slippery, hot and eager cunt was rapidly bringing her to the explosion point.
Glen could feel his big, heavy balls start to draw up, ready to shoot their load of hot, thick cum deep into Miss Rollins' sucking pussy.
Libby sensed that throbbing, pumping motion of Glen's mighty cock. She could feel the sensation from her cunt-lips all the way to somewhere above her bellybutton. A pulsing wave surged from his cock-root at her furry slit, moving the whole way up his long fuck-shaft buried in her cunt.
As the first globs of jizz jetted from the nozzle of the boy's mighty cock into the far end of her fuck-canal, Libby squealed with delight. A monster wave of orgasmic contractions radiated through her, spreading out in spasmodic jolts from her stuffed and sopping cunt to her tingling nipples and throbbing clit.
Her whole body seemed to contract in a huge, deep, clenching joy-cramp. Those wonderful tremors shot down her inner thighs. She was saturated, drenched with lust-driven carnal twitches and shivers and jerks. She'd had a fulfilling, fantastic, satiating, marvelous orgasm!
Libby ground her cunt against the boy's thin pelvis, relishing the fabulous feel of his great cock still twitching its final spurts of cum into her cunt. Angie's fingers had tweaked her nipples harder at the same time Glen's first shot of jizz had slugged into Libby, and had helped trigger the delightful climax.
Libby had also, unintentionally, pinched Angie's taut, thick nipples when her orgasm began. That served to start the delicate-looking young girl off on her powerful, shuddering orgasm.
Angie's climax triggered Clint's when the powerful, young muscles of her tight, slippery cunt clamped down on his pistoning prick. She was on a slamming downstroke when her own cum began. Her first reaction, as the clenching spasms rocketed through her slender frame, was the tightening of her pussy-muscles. The extra squeeze as she slid down his heavy, throbbing fuck-stick brought the jizz squirting up from Clint's heavy-loaded balls and spurting deep into Angie's hungry and eager cunt.
Angie opened her mouth and screamed a long, low, sighing scream as the tremors thundered through her body, making her every muscle twitch and shudder with the sheer pleasure of final sexual release!
As her jerking shudders died away, Angie raised her head and sighed. "Oh, Jesus, but it's good! Every time, almost, it's good! It never seems to get worse, if anything it gets better! God, but I love to fuck!"
Libby smiled at the younger girl. "So do I, now that I finally got started at it. Jesus, to think of all the fun I missed not starting when you did, Angie! All those wasted years!"
Clint Forsyth broke in. "Maybe, but aren't you glad you finally discovered the joys of sex, Libby? Shit, every girl isn't an Angie Pryor, let's face it. Little Angie, here, is something unique! Thank God!"
Angie pouted at him. "What do you mean, thank God? Why are you mad at me?"
Forsyth laughed.
"I'm not mad at you, Angie. Hell, I'm thankful for you. Without you, I'd probably become a horny, frustrated old man. Me and dozens of others around this town." Clint took a deep breath, then continued. "I'm thankful for you and I'm thankful there's only one of you, Angie dear. Two Angies are, I'm afraid, more than this little town could take. We'd all be fucked to death before we got out of our teens. And the other women in town would be really pissed off because there wouldn't be any good fucking left for them!"
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Mr. Forsyth," Angie argued. "After all, look at Glen, here. I'll bet he's almost ready to fuck again, isn't he, Miss Rollins?"
Libby could easily tell that Angie was right. She could tell, because Glen's salami-sized cock so delightfully stuffing her cunt was once again stiffening.
"You're right, Angie. I think Glen is ready to fuck again, but I'm afraid I'm not."
A wide smile split the younger girl's face. "Hey, neat! I'm ready and Glen's ready, so why don't you and me trade places, Miss Rollins?"
Libby wasn't so sure about trading places, but she was sure she didn't want to fuck another round with Glen Westby. His oversized super-cock was fine once, even twice, but she was beginning to feel overstretched and sore from having his monster fuck-pole spreading her comparatively inexperienced cunt. Slowly, Libby got on her hands and knees and eased her hips upward so that Glen's great flesh-pole of fuck-meat could slide smoothly from her cum-filled pussy.
Angie had already gotten off of Clint's fast-shrinking prick and was on her knees next to Libby, waiting to climb on Glen's titanic erection. Clint was watching intently as Libby raised herself. He was curious as to how much Angie had exaggerated when she described the Westby boy's cock. As more and more hard, thick cock slipped from Libby's wide-stretched cunt, Clint could hardly believe his eyes. Glen's swollen, purple, pulsing cock-head finally slipped from Libby's sopping cunt-lips.
"Holy shit almighty!" Clint exclaimed, awestruck. "God, you're right, Angie! He does have a horse-cock for a prick! Jesus, are you all right, Libby? That's a fucking lot of cock to have in you! Great grief, that's a fucking lot of cock, period! And to think it's attached to such a skinny, little kid!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"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."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Clint Forsyth's words came back to Libby several times over the week that followed. She discovered that she'd have more fun and a better time if she liked and respected the person she was fucking. Just the same, she had a lot of fun with complete strangers, too.
Mostly it was a week of hard work. Although Angie had done as good a job as she could, there was still a lot to do. Fortunately, Angie pitched in and helped eagerly, and learned rapidly, so by the time Friday night rolled around a lot had been accomplished.
Several times during the week, when there was a small lull in the work, or when conditions were right, Libby put her office sofa bed to use again. Once with young Glen Westby, a couple of times with Clint, and once in a combination with Angie, Glen, and Clint during which they rotated partners and activities until well past midnight!
Libby hardly saw Vinnie McCabe until Friday night. Friday was a relief, for the Saturday schedule at the library was light and she could sleep a little later.
When Libby got back to the hotel Friday night, Vinnie was just turning the desk over to old Elmo Sims. She hailed Libby.
"Got a few minutes, Libby?"
"Sure, come on up. We can talk while I shower and change. Then maybe join me for dinner? I'm starved!"
Vinnie not only joined Libby for dinner, she joined her for the shower. As it turned out, the girls didn't get out to dinner until after ten. They were much too busy eating and caressing and teasing each other to orgasm after flaming orgasm. When they were pretty well fucked out, Libby brought up what had been on her mind.
"Vinnie, I signed a contract and I intend to stick by it, but what do people do during the winter out here? I mean, when it's so goddamned cold and snowy and windy?"
Vinnie giggled. "Pretty much the same thing they do the rest of the year, but they don't do it outside. You can freeze your ass in a fucking big hurry if you try to fuck out in the snow!"
"That isn't exactly what I meant. What do you do for entertainment?"
"like I said, pretty much the same thing. Oh, there's cable television, but there's an awful lot of fucking going on in this town, summer and winter. My guess is that you're going to be a part of that fucking, maybe an important part, from what I've seen of the way you operate in the week you've been here. And don't frown, that's a compliment!" . ;
Libby continued to frown. "Jesus, you mean I've gotten that kind of reputation in just a week? Shit, I'm liable to get my ass fired and I do like my job!"
"I wouldn't worry about getting fired. As long as you don't hold a public gang-bang in the middle of main street or strip and dance on the library counter, I don't think anybody will give you a hard time. From what I hear, they spent a lot of time and money trying to find a qualified librarian that would come out here. You were just about their last chance!"
Libby grinned. "That's a relief. That really isn't what I wanted to ask you, though. I don't know for sure, but I think I might end up hanging around mostly with Clint Forsyth. He hasn't actually come put and asked me, but I think he wants me to go steady with him, or whatever you call it when adults do it. It doesn't mean we can't fuck or fool around with anybody else, but I got the idea that he'd really prefer it if we did most of our fucking with each other."
"Jesus, that's great, Libby!" Vinnie said with a broad grin. "You know, except for Sula Richey last year, he hasn't much fancied just one particular woman in years. You know, once I even had hopes ol' Clint would give me a tumble, but I don't think he much cares for my two-way swinging life. Oh, he's no prude or anything, but I think he's afraid I'm mostly lez. Maybe he's right."
Libby smiled at the redhead. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you, Vinnie. If you enjoy your life, what the hell? That really isn't what I was getting around to, though. You see, after watching you get fucked in the ass last week, I started to fantasize about getting fucked three ways all at once. I was wondering, well, if maybe you could set something up for me for tomorrow night? I mean, I really do want to try it, but I'd just as soon do my experimenting before I start going regularly with Clint."
"How about having the guy who fucked me in the ass, fuck you in the ass? To be comfortable, it helps if the guy has a skinny prick and he's the only one I know of who's equipped that way and-likes to get into a triple fuck. I know a few other guys who'd like to get in on something like that, too. I'll let you know in advance who-likes what, you know, like getting blown or fucking." Vinnie hesitated. "I've done three-ways myself, both with just guys and with guys and gals."
It sounded great to Libby and she was already getting excited. She could feel her freshly eaten pussy creaming already!
The next night Vinnie and Libby went to the Stage Station for dinner and fun. On their way to the place, Libby told Vinnie that she really wanted to try ass-fucking by itself first, then the three-way afterward. Vinnie agreed that it was a good idea.
As on the previous weekend, Vinnie had reserved a room for herself and Libby. As soon as they'd finished their dinner, Vinnie located the young man with the preference for ass-fucking, then introduced him to Libby after first explaining the arrangement. He looked happy about it. His name was Conrad Melville, but everyone called him Con.
Vinnie went up to the room with Libby and Con, to help, she said. Mostly, she gave Libby advice, such as to be sure his cock was well-lubricated and don't let him shove his cock into you too fast. She only stayed around long enough to see that all was going well. She went back downstairs to find a stud for herself and round up the others of Libby's three-way.
Libby was nervous about her first ass-fucking. Con proved a considerate cocksman, though. He talked soothingly to her, had her lick his cock and suck his cock-head. When she was creaming heavily and feeling extra horny, it was Libby who said they ought to begin!
She got on her hands and knees, naked, on the bed. Con, also naked now, was on his knees behind her. He rubbed a thick coating of slippery baby oil up and down his long, thin, rod-hard cock. He poured a few drops down the crack of Libby's firm ass. He massaged her neat ass-cheeks with both hands, slowly dipping his fingers deeper into her ass-crack to gently massage her tightly puckered ass-hole.
Con's hands moved in a steady, rhythmic motion. Libby rocked gently back and forth on her hands and knees in time to his hand movements, following his lead. He rubbed gently but firmly around and around her ass-hole until he could feel her ass-muscles relax. As soon as it loosened up, he worked a finger inside her tender shit-hole.
She felt his finger slide into her ass-hole and gasped, but didn't tighten up.
Con Melville was a confirmed and experienced ass-fucker. He didn't care whether the ass-hole belonged to a man or woman, but, because of the thinness of his cock, he could rarely get satisfaction from normal cunt-fucking.
He knew Libby was ready and he didn't wait. He arched his hips slightly, nudging his thin, wedge-shaped cock-head against her relaxed ass-hole. Holding Libby's ass with both hands, he hunched forward, sliding his slippery prick-head into her oily fuck-canal. Several inches of his rigid, thin, hot fuck-meat slipped into her ass-hole, and Libby gasped with shock, surprise, and delight.
"Jesus! It's different, it's something else! I like it! I think I like it! Shit, I'm not sure, but don't stop! For fuck sake, don't stop!"
Melville was silent, but eager. He liked her tight, virgin ass-hole gripping his stiff prick. Slowly, gently, he eased more and more of his steel-hard, skinny cock into her hard-gripping shit-hole. He moved slowly, carefully, letting her ass-hole get accustomed to his cock. Little by little, inch by fraction of an inch, he pistoned his prick into her ass-hole until his hips bumped into her solid, shapely ass-cheeks.
The pumping of his rigid cock deep into her cunt made Libby moan and squirm. She still wasn't sure if she liked the feeling, but it was making her more and more excited. It didn't seem to do anything for her when it came to satisfying that excitement. It just made her hornier and more excited.
She understood why Vinnie wanted to suck a cock at the same time she was getting ass-fucked. As far as Libby was concerned, this was okay, but she was getting impatient to try the three-way. That ought to satisfy all her needs-to suck, to get fucked, and to get it in the ass all at the same time. She could hardly wait.
In the meantime, she still had her first ass-fuck to finish. Not that she was complaining, for she was starting to enjoy it more. Nevertheless, the need to get off was rising in her stronger and deeper than ever. She went to work on her cunt and clit with one hand.
Libby continued to sway back and forth on her hands and knees in time to Con's hard cock pumping in and out of her tight, eager ass-hole. She humped back a little harder, bracing herself with one stiff arm and freeing the other. When she hunched back into Con's groin, he almost exploded in orgasm!
"Jesus!" he moaned. "Take it easy. I almost came when you did that and I wanted it to last longer!"
Libby didn't reply, but she did ease the pressure a little, to the limited extent she was able to control it. After all, this was the first time for her and she wasn't too sure just how to make it good for both herself and her partner.
When she had hunched her ass back into his pelvis, she'd also accidentally tightened her little ring-muscle at the same time. It was that combination sliding, squeezing motion that had almost gotten Con off.
With the whole length of his long-stretched, rigid prick surging in and out of her ass-hole, and three fingers working in her sopping pussy while she gently teased her big, stiff clit with her thumb, Libby was getting closer and closer to a mighty climax. She could feel the growing, deepening tensions throbbing inside her cunt as Con's hot, pulsing cock slipped in and out of her straining, sex-thrilled ass-hole.
The wonderful strangeness of having a cock in her ass sent little waves of carnal chill-thrills shooting through her. Her nipples stretched and hardened, tingled and throbbed with desire. She squeezed and stroked her clit with stronger, harder thumb motions, and her fingers crept deeper into her hot, creaming cunt, searching for that wonderful trigger of release. She located her G-spot, sending a harder, deeper climactic spasm shooting through her gloriously sleek body from cunt to ass-hole, from tit to thigh.
She knew she was getting close and hoped Con was, as well. Now, remembering what had just happened shortly before, Libby started to ram her ass back against his groin harder with each stroke, gripping his hard, thin cock tightly with her little ass-hole-muscle on the backstroke and easing the pressure when his cock slid out again.
"Oh, shit, girl! Oh, Jesus! I hope you're ready!" he groaned, unable to stop the flood of jizz that was squirting up the length of his cock from his overloaded balls. "I'm cumming! I can't stop it any longer! Oh, shit almighty, it's good!"
Libby let her fingers really go to work. She brushed them across her G-spot, up inside her cunt, and rubbed her thumb swiftly back and forth along her rigid clit.
The first jetting spurts of hot cum shot into her ass from Con's throbbing, pumping cock. Libby's mouth dropped open as a mighty sigh squeezed out of her lungs. Deep, pulsing waves of climactic spasms blasted back and forth through her torso, shooting down her inner thighs, shaking her head and shoulders, filling her with a shuddering, quivering joy!
"Oh, God, I needed that!" she moaned. "Oh, Jesus, that's good, so fucking good! Shit, that's fantastic!" She giggled, wriggling her ass, stretching and straining for those final little thrill-quivers of orgasm. She ground her ass against Con's groin, then tightened her belly, trying to squeeze more of his hot, gooey cum out of his softening cock.
As the last little twitches of climax died away, Libby heaved another huge sigh, smiled, and turned to look at Con's face.
"Hey, that was a whole lot better than I thought it would be." She turned suddenly serious. "I hope you want to do it again in a little while. I don't know if Vinnie told you, but I want to try a three-way tonight."
He smiled at her. "Yeah, she told me and I'm willing. I ain't ready yet, but give me a few minutes."
CHAPTER NINE
Libby wasn't about to tell young Con, but her conclusion was that ass-fucking wasn't all that great. She was pretty sure that, if she hadn't finger-fucked herself at the same time, she wouldn't have gotten off at all. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the experience, for she really did get a kick out of it. Just that, by itself, ass-fucking wasn't any big deal for her.
So she learned something. If she had her choice, she'd rather get fucked in the cunt than the ass, but getting it up the ass was better than not getting it at all.
Now, with the prospect of having a hard, hot, throbbing cock in her mouth, one in her cunt, and Con's thin cock back in her ass-hole all at the same time, Libby was starting to get eager and horny and lusty and excited again. More so than before, now that her long-fantasized three-way fuck was about to come true.
Con was sitting on the bed beside Libby. She had grabbed his drooping prick and was idly holding it, moving her hand back and forth, sliding his silky cock-skin up and down his long, thin shaft.
The feel of his silky warmth and his hardening, throbbing cock-meat made Libby even hornier. She couldn't resist any longer. She got down on her knees in front of him and seized his stiffening prick with both hands. Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue out and licked around and around his smooth, purple cock-head. Little droplets of pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit. She swiftly lapped them up, rolling the beads of fluid around in her mouth, savoring the tangy flavor, then she swallowed and licked some more.
Her lust-swollen, feverish lips parted and Libby sucked in his throbbing cock-head. Her tongue continued to swirl around and around his purple knob.
There was a knock on the door.
"Open up, Libby, if you can! Hope I'm not disturbing you, but I got some hot and horny guys out here who want to get some action. For both you and me!"
Reluctantly Libby let Con's spit-slicked cock slide from her hungry mouth. She got up, walked over, and unlocked the door. She smiled as she swung it open.
"Your timing wasn't the greatest," she told Vinnie, "but it could have been a whole lot worse. Sooner or a little later would have been shitty. Right now, it's just a little inconvenient."
"What the fuck were you doing?" Vinnie asked.
"Well, I got ass-fucked, which was okay but not really my thing, I guess. I was just starting to suck cock, which is something I really dig. Just the thought of that long, skinny prick sliding down my throat makes me tingle!"
"I thought you wanted to try a three-way," Vinnie said, looking unhappy.
"Oh, I do! I'm ready. Shit, I'm more than ready, Vinnie! Just the thought makes me cream so hard the stuff is running down my thighs!"
Never bashful, at least when it came to another woman, Vinnie reached a hand out between Libby's strong, sleek thighs.
"Jesus Christ! You really are creaming, Libby. We'd better get you fucked pretty quick.
No sense wasting all that great lubrication! Besides, I'm horny as hell myself and as soon as you get started I can get to it."
Without bothering to introduce the four young men she had brought with her, Vinnie set up Libby's three-way fuck. Two of the men were for her own pleasure, the other two for Libby. All four proved to be well-hung, without being overly heavy-cocked.
"Okay, Libby, here's how it works. You have to sit on one cock, then lean way forward so you can suck the guy kneeling in front of you. That puts your ass into position so Con, here, can shove his skinny cock up your ass-hole. You pretty much have to control the action by rocking back and forth, otherwise everything gets all fucked up. Okay, got it?"
"I think so," Libby answered, not really too sure. "How do I start?"
"Okay, Brady," Vinnie addressed one of the studs, the one with the biggest, thickest cock. "You lie down on the bed so Libby can sit on your big prick. You, Clancy, you get on your knees. You'll have to straddle Brady's head. Libby will give you a blowjob like you wouldn't believe!"
It took a minute for everybody to get into position. Con Melville already knew what to do, he'd done it before. Libby was beginning to wonder if she had gotten herself into something she couldn't handle.
Libby got down on her knees, straddling Brady's big, thick, rigid cock, and slowly lowered her dripping pussy onto his towering purple prick-head. When the tip of his cock touched her lust-swollen cunt-lips, she let out a little squeal of delight. She abruptly sank down on Brady's rigid prick, sliding it to the hilt into her hot and hungry cunt.
"Jesus Christ, lady!" the young man gasped. "Take it easy, I almost came right now!"
Instead of slowing down, Libby pumped up and down the full-length stroke of his long, hard prick several times. Abruptly, she felt his cock thicken and contract to send jetting globs of cum shooting into her cunt. Once again, it was no big deal for her, but it did fire off one of her little orgasms and take the edge off of her intense horniness.
"Goddamnit, lady! Why the fuck did you go and do that?" Brady demanded.
"First, because I wanted and needed it," Libby explained. "Second, to get you off so that the next time you won't cum so quick. I want to have a nice, long, fun three-way with you guys, and maybe if we're lucky, we can all cum at about the sme time."
"Maybe you'd better do me one, then," Clancy said. "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out very long the first time."
Libby gave him a broad smile and grabbed his rock-hard cock. She gave a little tug on it, pulling his prick toward her lush, fevered lips. Her tongue shot out to lick around and around his smooth, naked, purple cock-head. She parted her lusting lips and gently sucked his mighty cock-ball into her mouth.
Nodding her head slowly, easily, she began to clench her cunt-muscles at the same time. She felt Brady's big cock begin to stiffen once more, to fill her eager pussy with stiff, hot fuck-meat. His big prick filling her, stuffing her again, made her squirm her hips, grinding her clit against his cock-hair. Another wave of little, vibrant, orgasmic contractions swept through Libby's sleek, gorgeous body.
"Ooohh!" she gasped as she shook with carnal delight.
The surge of hot breath around his cock, while her tongue worked on his prick-head, caused Clancy to suddenly stiffen and arch his hips forward, shoving his prick to the back of Libby's sucking mouth. He shot a heavy load of hot cum. Libby gulped and gobbled every drop of his sticky jizz, then raised her head, letting his shrinking prick slip from between her lips.
"There, now that we have the quick shots over, let's get down to the real business," she said.
Vinnie had kept Con hard by licking his long, skinny prick up and down the length of his shaft. Libby went back to work on Clancy's big cock, licking around and around his fat, purple cock-head while pumping the silky cock-skin up and down his cock-shaft at the same time. Before long, Clancy's big cock started to harden and rise and stretch out and thicken again. Satisfied that all three cocks were ready to fuck or suck, Libby withdrew her mouth from Clancy's prick.
"Okay, guys. It looks, or feels, like we're all about ready. Okay?"
Two yesses and a grunt indicated that the three men were ready. Libby was braced on one arm, one cock buried to the hilt in her grasping, drawing pussy. Her free hand slipped around Clancy's ass.
Libby guided Clancy's rigid prick to her lips, licked around his slick cock-head again, then sucked his big cock into her hot mouth. Con Melville aimed his long, thin, rigid prick at her little puckered ass-hole. He coated both his cock and her ass with oil, then worked his fingers around her little puckered shit-chute until the muscle relaxed. He felt her muscular little ring lose its tension, and he worked a finger into her hot ass-hole. Libby shivered and shook as another wave of spasms swept through her.
Con eased the pointed head of his overlong prick between her ass-cheeks and into her hot ass-hole. Libby shook with a wave of contractions.
Her cunt-muscles clamped down on Brady's big, heavy cock. She could feel his cock, swelling and stiffening even more, his cock-head deep in her cunt, probing, stretching.
Libby had her hand on the skinny cowboy's ass. She applied gentle pressure. Clancy got the idea and pumped his hips forward, thrusting his big cock deeper into her hot, sucking mouth. Libby felt the big knob of his mighty prick-head nudging at the back of her mouth, approaching the narrow opening to her hungry throat.
Con Melville's long, skinny cock was almost half-buried in her slippery shit-canal. He was careful not to ram his cock in too hard or fast. He knew that ass-fucking would bring more pleasure to Libby, as well as to himself, if he were slow and easy and comfortable with it. The careful, gentle movements would only increase their carnal tensions, and make the release all the better when it came! Once her ass had taken the full length of his prick, he began to move a little faster and harder, and to lengthen his strokes to increase those tensions for them both.
Libby began to understand the thrill of a three-way fuck! To have a powerful prick in her mouth, her ass-hole and her cunt all at the same time was fucking fantastic! She'd dreamed of it, she'd fantasized about it, but now she was actually having it, and it was better than her dreams and fantasies! Still stronger and deeper series of spasms rocked her slim, strong body.
Melville's groin was slapping against Libby's ass cheeks, his cock sunk fully into her gripping ass-hole. Libby slowly swayed back and forth, fucking Brady's cock with her cunt and Con's cock with her ass-hole, while her mouth slipped back and forth along Clancy's prick. She shivered with joy. All that cock-meat sliding in and out of her body openings! She'd never imagined feeling so completely stimulated from mouth to cunt.
Sucking hard on Clancy's cock, Libby removed her hand from his ass and reached out to grab one of his hands. Puzzled, he let her take his wrist. She guided his hand to one of her lush, big, round tits. Libby put her hand back on his ass while he bent slightly forward so he could reach her beautiful, bursting tits with both hands. He was a natural born tit-lover and knew what to do.
Clancy's hands wandered over her smooth, tight-packed tit-flesh, gently massaging and lightly squeezing her wonderfully big, firm tits.
He carefully avoided all contact with Libby's jutting, swollen, throbbing nipples. The teasing action of his hands circling her nips without touching them made her shiver with expectation.
His callused, yet gentle, fingers continued to circle and tease Libby's straining tits, raising her ever higher toward her sexual peak.
Abruptly, the teasing stopped. He seized a ripe, plum-like nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and gave a gentle tweak. He quickly twirled her stiff and straining nipples and pinched them harder.
New waves of deeper, stronger, harder spasms flashed through Libby's tense and sweating body. She slammed her ass back, ramming Brady's and Con's hot, hard pricks deeper into her guts. Her hand on the skinny cowboy's ass clenched, signaling him to pump hard and deep into her mouth. She sucked and gulped, forcing his cock-head deep into her stretched, tight-packed throat, feeling his mighty cock spread her gullet as it slipped smoothly and easily down toward her stomach.
The beautiful librarian was now aflame with desire, a throbbing, sucking, fucking beast with no thought on her mind except utter, carnal fulfillment! Wave after constant, successive wave of gradually building, strengthening climactic spasms surged through her glorious torso and shot down her thighs. Her back-and-forth movements grew. She pounded her ass back, slamming her ass-cheeks against Con's hard groin, forcing his long, hard, thin cock to the hilt in her eager ass.
When she slammed her ass back and down, she not only rammed Con's steel-hard, rod-like cock deep into her ass-hole, but she jammed Brady's big, thick, stiff prick to the hilt in her hot, steaming, eager cunt. At the bottom of each stroke she ground her cunt against Brady's pelvis, sparking new waves of contractions in her swollen and pulsating clit.
Her thrusts filled her ass and cunt with cock, but pulled Clancy's cock from the depths of her throat, until only his throbbing prick-head was within her hot, gulping tunnel. This way, she could snatch a deep breath while his thick fuck-post was clear of her windpipe. On the forward thrust, she would again sink the skinny cowboy's great cock in her sucking mouth and gulping throat, while withdrawing the two rock-hard pricks from her steaming cunt and fiery ass-hole.
Libby's beautiful body was shaken by wave after wave of climactic spasms. Each wave seemed deeper and more powerful than the last. Little beads of lust-sweat had popped out all over her sleek, silky skin. Every muscle shivered and twitched with growing, carnal desire.
As the strength of her spasms grew, so did the speed of her back-and-forth, rocking, fucking movements. She was swaying faster and harder, jamming her shapely ass against Con's groin, burying Brady's cock to the absolute hilt in her straining, grasping pussy. Her swollen lips jammed against Clancy's groin so hard that they were now bruised. His long, hard prick was sliding down her gulping throat as far as his cock would reach.
Still, Libby wanted more. She wanted to feel all of their fantastic cocks rammed so deeply inside her that they'd come together in a slamming, jamming collision in the middle of her guts.
Clancy's hard, but surprisingly tender, hands were working faster on her lush tits. His fingers seemed to sense just exactly what would bring her the biggest thrills as they roamed around and around her puffed-out areolas and then teased and twisted and pinched her throbbing, bursting nipples.
Con Melville, without missing a fucking beat of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight, stretched, straining ass-hole, had reached a hand down under Libby's smooth-muscled belly. She could feel his fingers sliding lower and lower until they reached her big, swollen, throbbing clit. Instead of pinching or pushing too hard at that tender little organ, he gently ran his fingers up and down the length of her hard clit-shaft, carefully avoiding the ultra-sensitive little cunt-tip.
Although Libby's lust-drenched brain was no longer consciously thinking, it was still functioning on a basic, primitive, rutting, animal level. As her fucking, sucking, swaying movements grew faster and more powerful, she sensed the changes taking place in the stiff pricks buried deep in her cunt and ass. There were those little advance warnings that their pricks were getting ready to shoot their sticky loads of gooey cum into the depths of her glorious body.
She could feel that thrilling, hardening, thickening, straining of their long cocks as they continued to pump in and out of her eager and hungry cunt and ass-hole. She knew that their heavy ball-sacs hanging beneath the base of their powerful pricks were drawing up, squeezing, getting ready to start that hot, gummy fluid shooting down their long fuck-shafts to jet into the heart of her belly.
When Libby realized that Brady and Con were starting to cum, a still stronger wave of exciiement accelerated that wonderful, final, releasing orgasm. She knew, though, that Clancy's hard cock surging up and down her throat wasn't that far along.
She let her fingers slip into the crack of Clancy's small, hard ass, drift around his tight ass-hole. Then, when she knew that the hot, tangy loads of jizz were starting their spurting trips up Con's and Brady's cock-shafts, Libby swiftly thrust a finger into Clancy's ass-hole.
That did the job! His groin pitched sharply forward and upward, slamming his pubic hair against Libby's already swollen and bruised lips, ramming the full length of his mighty cock to the hilt in her mouth. She felt his heavy cock-ball surging down her throat, spreading her throat with its swelling thickness, his cock swelling and straining as it got ready to shoot its load of cum practically into her stomach.
All three cocks started pumping, surging, throbbing, jetting blast after blast of thick, creamy, sticky, hot jizz into the gorgeous librarian. She could feel the steaming goo splattering into her cunt and her gut, spurting down her throat into her stomach. As the waves of contractions swept down the three mighty cocks, pumping wad after wad of hot cum into Libby, her own release began.
At first, it was just a slightly stronger wave of contractions. Then they grew suddenly stronger. Libby felt as if she were on fire with carnal lust. Lightning bolts of sexual electricity seemed to flash from her clit and nipples. Waves of deep, powerful contractions radiated out from her throbbing cunt and ass-hole and throat.
That was followed by a tremendous earthquake of a shudder. Great pulsing surges of contractions blasted out from her cock-stuffed body, sweeping through her gorgeous torso, shooting through her neck and shoulders and down her arms and legs. Wave after clenching wave of climaxes rocketed through her, sweat popped out of every pore from the strain, a rosy flush flowed down from her neck and shoulders.
The mighty spasms lost their strength until one last, huge contraction bolted through her, clenching every muscle in her body. She doubled up in a cramped knot, coughing up Clancy's fast-shrinking cock. She slipped back, pulling Brady's drooping and softening prick from her jizz-and cream-filled cunt with a sloppy, sucking sound. Con's long, thin cock slipped easily from her tight ass-hole, along with a tiny stream of gooey cum.
The strength of her final orgasm was so powerful that Libby blacked out for a moment. She came to, gasping for breath, shivering, a few last climactic twitches still shuddering through her body, and a smile of pure, heavenly bliss on her face.
CHAPTER TEN
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!
