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Lust In the Lab

By: bob_socket



Simon was jolted into consciousness by the sound of the Mass Spectrometer behind him beeping loudly to signal the end of a run. The side of his face was hurting from where he'd rested it on his folded arms on top of the lab bench. 

He groaned, he'd been working for over eighteen hours now and it was increasingly hard to find the will to rouse himself to put on the next set of samples. He looked across the bench to find Sue looking back at him with a smile on her face.

"Rise and shine young man, if we get this last set of samples run, we can go home tomorrow."

Home: it seemed a long way away both in distance and time. How long had they been here? Three, four days? Simon couldn't remember exactly. Twenty hour working days and four hours' sleep a night would do that to you. 

He'd known it would be a shitty job when they'd asked him to do it but the overtime pay was just what he needed to help save up the deposit for his first house so he reluctantly agreed. 

Apparently, someone had been dumping toxic waste into the water system up north somewhere and he had been sent with Sue to process the huge batch of samples they'd collected to see what was in it. 

As of right now, they'd found approximately six times the square-root of bugger-all after laboriously processing a Mother-Load (new official unit) of samples. This did little to help Simon's mood. But at least they'd be going home soon. Perhaps Simon could play for some sympathy with Sarah. They'd only been out a few times but there was definitely a spark between them. Simon resolved to give her a call as soon as he got back to see if she wanted to hook up.

His mood brightened slightly, Simon grabbed a tray of the samples that Sue had been preparing and began loading them into the auto-sampler for the Mass Spec. He'd been a bit wary of Sue to start with. He'd never really spent any time with her before now but she had a bit of a reputation as the office Cougar. The fact that Simon was in his early twenties and just out of university and she was about fifty only seemed to put him more in the "at risk" category as far as his peers were concerned.

"You'd better watch out for her mate." Pete had warned him jokingly. "She'll eat you alive."

By all accounts, she'd gone through a somewhat public and messy divorce about five years ago and this had triggered a change in behaviour. She'd hit the gym pretty hard and her improving self-image had turned her into something of a sexual predator. Actually, that was a bit of an exaggeration. Simon always imagined that a real Cougar would portray an unshakable aura of self-confidence but he now realised, having spent some time with her, that there was an air of vulnerability about her hiding just below the surface. 

Simon actually began to feel a little guilty at some of the conversations he'd been involved in back in the office with people joking about her and how you had to watch your back in case she tried to jump you. He'd never understood why men were considered macho for talking about their sexual exploits but women were considered sluts for the same thing. He found sexual assertiveness an attractive quality in women and Sue was certainly that. In fact, had their genders been reversed, Simon would probably have been considering a sexual harassment complaint from their last few days together.

He'd had to put up with a full range of suggestive remarks right up to comments that were just down right obscene at times. But it was always just tongue-in-cheek enough that he could laugh it off.

It didn't help that her hours in the gym meant that she was now equipped with what could only be described as a killer body. Women of any age would have been proud of her tight stomach and slender legs, not to mention her full breasts and toned ass. And she knew it. She never missed an opportunity to show it off. Her clothes were always styled to show off her physique; a bit extra cleavage here; a flash of thigh there. She took delight in bending over to give you a great view down her top and then holding your eyes to let you know that she'd seen you looking.

As the hours of sleep deprivation took their toll on Simon, the veneers of social etiquette were slowly being peeled away and he found it harder to avoid openly leering at her when the opportunity presented itself. 

Like now. 

Sue was cleaning up some sample jars and was bending over the sink on the lab bench. The tailored white blouse that she was wearing had several buttons undone and it was gaping open invitingly as she scrubbed. Simon could clearly see the cups of her lacy white bra as they clung to her jiggling mammaries. He'd been staring at them for a while before he realised that she was watching him with a knowing smile on her lips. 

"See anything you like?" She asked playfully. 

Simon was fed up with being cowed by the woman so decided to call her bluff for a change.

"Yes actually, I do." He replied seriously. "Why don't you get them out for me?" 

The look on her face was priceless; the mask of confidence slipped to expose uncertainty and insecurity. But she recovered herself quickly and tried to laugh it off. 

"I don't think you could handle me young man."

But Simon was enjoying having the upper hand for once and wasn't going to let her get away so easily.

"Who said anything about handling? I'm quite capable of looking without touching."

Again, a moment of uncertainty from Sue but she obviously still thought Simon was bluffing and decided to call him. Drying her hands quickly she began tracing the neckline of her gaping blouse with the middle finger of each hand. She used the motion to spread the fabric wider so that most of her upper chest was exposed. Simon could see her bra straps and the swell of the tops of her breasts. 

"So you're telling me that you could sit there quietly and watch while I stripped in front of you and you wouldn't feel the need to touch?" Her voice had switched to a dangerously seductive tone.

Simon was suddenly a bit worried that he'd bitten off more than he could chew but he wasn't the sort of person to back down from a challenge and he wanted to see how far he could push her. Oh yeah, that and the fact that her body was damn fine and wanted to see more of it.

"No problem." He tried to sound unconcerned and was pretty happy that he'd succeeded despite the fact that the blood rushing to his groin was making it uncomfortable to sit on the lab stool.

Sue's fingers were now busy unfastening buttons until the blouse hung open completely. She let it drape over her curves as she resumed exploring her own flesh with her hands. There was now plenty more territory to explore and Simon was treated to a view of her toned stomach for the first time. 

"So you don't see anything that tempts you then?"

"I didn't say that." Replied Simon truthfully. "I see plenty to tempt me. But I've got strong willpower."

"I'm glad to hear it. I've worked hard on this body. I'd hate to think it wasn't up to scratch." Her busy fingers now parted her top and it fell from her shoulders before she shrugged it off completely. 

"I don't think you need to worry there." Simon said, admiring her willowy physique as she resumed stroking her nearly-naked torso. 

She shot him a genuine smile and raised an eyebrow at him. "Flatterer." She accused. "You're just saying that to try and get me naked." 

"True." Simon agreed. "But why would I want to do that if you didn't look good?"

She paused for a moment, as if trying to find fault with his logic. 

"I can't argue with that." She conceded. "Perhaps my legs will put you off."

She bent at the waist to remove her shoes and socks. This left just her pert butt sticking up above the lab bench. She obviously realised this because she wriggled it suggestively for him while she worked. 

When she straightened up, her hands immediately went to her belt and she withdrew the article in one pull. This allowed her jeans to sit even lower on her hips and Simon could see where the tight muscles of her lower abdomen formed the top of a "vee" that descended below the waistband. 

Sue slowly unbuttoned her jeans until he could see the tops of her white panties and then hooked her fingers into the pockets and pushed them down. She had to rock her hips to help work the tight material over the curve of her buttocks. She bent again to push them all the way off. This time, Simon's view was even better as he was able to watch her jiggling cheeks swing freely with only the briefest of thongs to hide her modesty. 

Damn but she looked good. Her skin was smooth and faintly tanned and her muscles were toned without losing their feminine curves. Sue straightened again and walked around to Simon's side of the bench. He felt his pulse quicken as she approached. Her walk suggested three inch heels even though he knew she'd removed her shoes; she clearly knew how to strut when she wanted to.

With no furniture between them, Sue turned slowly on the spot so that he could take in the view unimpeded. Then she closed the distance between them even more.

"So, what do you think?" Sue's mouth was dangerously close to his ear and she only had to whisper.

Simon had to gulp down lump he suddenly found in his throat before he could reply. 

"Very nice." He practically squeaked.

Sue smiled again and Simon suddenly thought he understood how a male preying-mantis must feel as she straddled his legs and leant her bum against the bench. There were mere inches between them now and Simon could smell her – she somehow managed to smell good even after having been stuck in the lab for most of the day. 

"How's you will-power holding up?" Sue's voice was teasing.

Simon wasn't sure what the correct answer was to that question. Despite his physical desire to lay his hands on this fine specimen in front of him, another, stronger, part of him realised that there were boundaries to their little game and to over-step them would be a mistake. 

"I'm holding up in the face of strong adversity." He replied.

Despite Sue's face of mock-disappointment, Simon could tell that she too understood the unspoken rules of their game and he had the feeling that he'd played the right move.

"That's a shame." She pouted. "I guess I'll just have to play by myself then."

Her hands were working again, this time they went behind her and unfastened her bra before returning to slide under each cup so she could massage a globe with each hand. Sue's eyelids drifted partly-closed as she enjoyed the sensation.

She paused briefly to shrug off the bra completely and Simon was finally able to see her magnificent chest in all its glory. He was amazed at how firm her breasts were and they were topped off with a pair of small, puckered nipples. He got a sudden urge to lean forward and take one in his mouth. 

Sue must have noted his reaction because she leaned slightly forward so that they were inches from his face. 

"Mmm." She moaned as she rolled her nipples between fore-finger and thumb. "I can feel your breath on them."

Simon was surprised to learn that he was breathing at all at that moment and he certainly couldn't think of a response. It didn't seem to matter though, Sue was pretty much just giving him a commentary now and she didn't seem to need any prompting. 

She leaned back against the bench and her right hand descended past her tight navel to slide over her panties. 

"Ooh." Sue shivered. "Very sensitive down there." She explained, tracing her fingers very lightly over her mons. Soon, her left hand joined in and the pressure became firmer. Simon could just about make out the shape of her pussy lips when she pressed the fabric of her panties in the right way. 

Sue's breathing came in short gasps now and her fingers slid up momentarily so that they could slip under the waistband. Her eyes drifted closed and she moaned. Simon could see the top of her neatly trimmed bush where her thong bulged out to accept her busy hand. 

Sue obviously decided that she wanted better access because she quickly tugged the underwear down her slender legs and hopped up onto the bench leaving them on the floor. She shuffled back slightly so that there was space for her feet to rest on the edge and she lay back with her knees up in the air. She was directly in front of Simon which meant he was in prime position for the view that she presented when she spread her knees wide for him. 

Her arousal was clear to see; her lips were invitingly open and glistened with her juices. Simon could smell her musky scent as her fingers returned to their task of gently caressing around her eager snatch. He could tell that she was teasing herself because her hips were subconsciously bucking to try to force her sensitive flesh harder against her hand.

"Tell... me." Sue gasped. " What you want... me to do" Talking was clearly a really struggle now.

"I want you to finger your pussy for me." He said simply, knowing it was what she wanted to hear. 

"Like this?" She panted and slid a finger inside. As she pulled it out again, Simon could see it was slick with her juices and he noted how her lips clung to it almost as if they were unwilling to let it go. 

"Yeah, like that." He encouraged. "I think you deserve a second finger." 

Without hesitation, Sue worked two fingers into her waiting hole. This time, Simon detected the faintest resistance and he could see her lips having to stretch a little to accommodate them. 

"Mmmm." Sue mumbled. "Feels good." She began working them in and out with increasing speed. Sometimes she twisted them round to change the point of friction. Simon could hear small squelching sounds and her hips were working to get the deepest penetration possible. 

"I'm gonna touch my clit." Sue managed to explain. "When I do... I'm gonna cum... so hard... Ready?"

But Simon had an idea. " Hang on a minute." Sue didn't look like she could, but her fingers slowed a little. "Try this first." Simon requested and reached for a large test-tube from a rack nearby.

It was about an inch across and the glass was thick enough that he knew there was no danger of it breaking. 

Sue's eyes widened when she saw what he was suggesting. At another time, she might have refused but she was so far gone that the naughtiness of the idea made it too tempting to resist. 

She took the tube in her left hand and reached between her legs to press it against her dripping pussy. The rounded end of the tube pressed against her soaking lips and Simon could see just how much bigger it was than the two fingers she'd just been using. With her fingers coated in her juices, Sue was unable to grip it enough to push it in; her hands kept slipping. The length of the tube meant that she couldn't reach forward enough to push on the end either.

She was getting more and more frustrated as she tried and failed to work it into herself. 

"I need help." She finally conceded. "Please. It's gonna feel so good inside me, I can tell."

Simon decided that this wouldn't be breaking the rules since he wouldn't actually be touching her directly. In any case, he really wanted to see her pussy stretched wide by the glass. 

"OK, hold still." He took the end of the tube in his right hand while Sue spread her lips for him with her hands. "Tell me if it's too much." He said.

And then he began to push. At first, he thought it wasn't going to work. It just seemed too wide for her. 

"Push harder." Sue encouraged. "And twist a bit."

Simon did as instructed and he felt her tight entrance yield to the intrusion. Suddenly, it slipped inside and the resistance disappeared so suddenly that it plunged a couple of inches in before he reacted and eased up. 

Sue grunted and squirmed against the new sensation. "God!" She exclaimed. "So big." She gasped. 

"Too much?" Simon checked.

"No." Sue replied. "Feels great. More."

Simon was happy to oblige and he turned his attentions back to his task. The tube was buried a couple of inches into her dripping snatch and the glass walls meant that he could literally see how her flesh was stretching around it.

He gently began moving it in and out, twisting it gently to get it coated with her juices. With each forward stroke, he went a little deeper until he had worked at least six inches into her. 

"Still OK?" He asked.

"Uh huh." Was all Sue could manage. 

"Tell me when it's deep enough." Simon worked it even further in. Another couple of inches and he felt it bump up against her cervix. Looking at her face, he saw Sue's eyes and mouth wide open in a soundless gasp at the sensation. He backed off a bit and held still until she could breathe again. 

"Shit!" She announced. "I've never... felt anything.. like that before."

"Too much?" He asked. 

"Intense. But good." She replied. "I think."

"Again?"

"Yes. But go gently."

Simon slid forward again, this time more carefully until he bottomed out. After holding still for a moment, he pulled back about four inches.

"Mmmm." Sue was clearly enjoying herself. "More."

Simon slid forward again. This time, he pulled back as soon has he hit her cervix and kept going back until he nearly popped out of her. Without a pause, he worked it back inside.

He repeated his slow but full-length strokes, gradually picking up the pace. Sue was completely losing control. Her head was rolling from side-to-side and she was making unintelligible sounds.

"Touch your clit for me." Simon reminded her. 

Sue showed no sign of acknowledgement except for her hand snaking forward to work her love button. There was no introduction, no teasing, she just went straight into a rapid circular grinding against it.

As predicted, this sent her spectacularly over the edge. Her body spasmed so hard that Simon thought she'd launch herself off the bench. He was also worried that her contractions would break the glass to he pulled the tube from her quivering pussy. 

As he did, her juices literally gushed from her snatch forming a small puddle on the bench. Eventually, her tremors subsided and her hand fell from her crotch. She lay back unable to move except for the occasional twitches that ran though her whole body.  

Simon placed the tube to one side and realised just how tired he was himself. He sat back down and rested his head against his hands to recover. The last thing he remembered was Sue's eyes opening and the look of sheer satisfaction in them...

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Simon was jolted into consciousness by the sound of the Mass Spectrometer behind him beeping loudly to signal the end of a run. The side of his face was hurting from where he'd rested it on his folded arms on top of the lab bench. 

As he jolted himself back into reality, memories came crashing back. Startled, he looked across at Sue. She was watching him. 

"Wake up sleepy-head." She chided. "Looks like we're finished here. That was the last run." 

Simon wanted to say something but couldn't think what. It couldn't have been a dream, surely? Everything still seemed so vivid; he could practically still smell her musky scent as she writhed in front of him. 

But now, with her standing so normally at her usual position the other side of the bench from him, it was seeming increasingly harder to imagine. He was so tired that he could have hallucinated anything.

"Are you OK?" She asked him. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm OK. Just tired I guess."

"Well, time to head back to the hotel." Sue sounded genuinely relieved to be finished. "That's us finished. We can go home tomorrow."

"Great, that bed's going to be so comfortable!" Simon could hardly wait.

They walked to the door where Sue seemed to remember something. "Oh, before you go, you've still got some cleaning up to do." She pointed back to the bench and left him to investigate.

There, sitting where he'd left it, was a large test-tube that was coated with suspicious looking juices.


Lust In the Lab



Sue popped her head back around the door. "Next time, it'll be your turn to put on the entertainment."



Lust in The Library



My friends had all gone on summer holidays as soon as school had ended. I had aced my classes and didn't have to write exams. That meant I had time on my hands. Time I put to good use in the local library. 

Our local branch library is an old brick building jammed with shelves full of children's books, popular paperbacks, hard covers, as well as reading tables, chairs, and mismatched couches for patrons to sit and read at if they so desire. Most evenings it's pretty quiet.

I was sitting in a worn-out armchair reading the dirty passages from the Library's tattered collection of Harold Robbins paperbacks. My favorite bit is the one about the Italian assassin; he's a young nobleman who has grown up in the country. 

The young nobleman listens to all sorts of incredible stories that the soldiers who work for his father are telling. One is about a maiden and a donkey and it's told in great detail and it really gets the young nobleman sweating.

I didn't dare take this sort of book home. My mom would have frowned on my reading "trash books." But what's a horny nerd supposed to do? All the girls in my highschool seemed to be dating older guys. My solution was to go to the library and read Harold Robbins until my aching dick felt like it was growing into a redwood tree. Then I'd put the book down, go to the library counter, ask for the washroom key, and go into to the can and jerk off as images from Harold Robbins' books burned through my brain. 

The Italian assassin meets one of the peasant girls down by the river. She's full-breasted and proud. She offers him some wine from a wineskin. He drinks and he notices her nipples are getting hard. He commands her to walk into the bush with him. She does.

My dick was throbbing now and I wondered if anyone could see it making a pup tent out of my cutoff jeans. It felt so big, so good. I looked around the library to make sure no one was watching. The library was deserted except for me and Evelyn , the librarian. Evelyn was on the other side of the building, re-shelving books. She bent over to reach a bottom shelf, keeping her legs straight, stretching her hamstring and calf muscles. I got a great view of her tweed skirt stretched over her firm round ass. 

Back in the bush, The Italian assassin and the peasant girl are going at it pretty good. It's the first time for him but not for her. She's on top and she's running the whole show and she's driving him totally, fucking wild until he reaches up and squeezes her nipples hard. She gasps and he squeezes harder and she cries out and kneels and begs to worship his magnificent, reawakened body if he'll still let her.

"Not studying for exams?" asked Evelyn . She was standing right over me.

"Uh, no," I stammered as I snapped the paperback closed. "I aced all my classes, so I don't have any exams."

"Congratulations! Working hard throughout the year has its rewards, doesn't it?" 

"Uh, yeah," I said. Brilliant. 

Evelyn was about 40, petite. She always dressed very professionally, usually in a tweed suit jacket, matching skirt, pale pink blouse, and dark pumps. Today she had a pink carnation in her buttonhole. Her chestnut hair, cut to shoulder length with heavy bangs, was straight and thick. It looked sort of like a helmet. She wore half-moon glasses that dangled around her neck on a green shoelace. Her face was angular but pretty: high cheekbones, small pointed nose, firm jaw, and a very wide mouth with a pronounced overbite when she smiled. She was smiling down at me now. 

"Well, enjoy your reading." She had a smoky voice, with a hint of a French accent. 

She turned and walked to the library check-out counter. With every step, the hem of her skirt swayed as it was gently pulled into beautiful, rhythmic patterns by her shapely butt. 

I waited for my erection to subside a bit before standing up. It felt like my big chubby would hang past the fringe of my cut-offs. 

As I was walking toward the check-out desk to ask for the washroom key, Evelyn picked up a plastic squeeze-bottle from the counter, flipped open the cap with her thumbnail, inverted it, and squeezed. I stopped by the desk and watched.

"My hands get so dry from handling books all day," She muttered, as an off-white button of lotion oozed into her palm.

She slowly rubbed it over the front and backs of her hands, then concentrated on massaging it into the pads of her fingers. 

"Want some?" she asked, then smiled and held out the inverted bottle to me. She said it casually, but she was watching me very closely.

I reached out for the bottle, but she squeezed another bead of lotion into her own palm, then drew one of my large hands across the counter and began rubbing the moisturizer into my knuckles. Her hands were very small, pale, and warm against mine.

"Come behind the counter," she said. "It'll be easier that way."

Evelyn didn't let go of my hand as I walked around the end of the counter and sat down. The old, oak office armchair creaked. Evelyn sat beside me in a molded plastic chair and leaned forward to continue massaging my hands with hers. I could see through the gap between the buttons of her blouse. A white bra cupped her breasts, which shook slightly in time to her rhythmic massaging. 

I felt lightheaded. My hands were now resting in my lap and, as Evelyn massaged lotion into my fingers, she couldn't help but brush against my swollen groin.

I blushed, but her shining eyes gazed into mine and the corners of her big mouth turned up.

"I can help you with that, if you like." 

Evelyn pressed her hand against my erection when she said "that"and I nodded dumbly. 

She lifted my hands from my lap, placed them on the arms of my chair and pressed them to the wood as if to say "stay there." I briefly noted the ancient graffiti gouged into the arms of the chair with ballpoint pens: "jerk," "fuck," "cunt," and more. Not the sort of thing you expect to see in a library. 

Evelyn 's hands returned to the crotch of my cutoffs to rub the length of my hard-on before slowly unzipping my fly. She slid her small fingers into the gap, exploring, until she found the opening in my underpants. The feel of her cool, lotion-covered fingers on my hot root made me curl my toes inside my runners. She spread the fly of my pants and underpants, then carefully pulled my stiff and sweaty bone out and into the tranquil library air. She reached in again to tease out my heavy nutsack. 

"MMMmmm, nice," she murmured and gently ran her fingers over the growing length of my dick. 

Her small white hand contrasted with my brown cockflesh. One of her hands held my shaft straight up, away from my T-shirt, while the thumb and index finger of her other hand rolled back my foreskin. I gasped as the glistening, mauve head of my glands blossomed with a small, wet sound. She ran a finger thorough the clear fluid she squeezed from my pee slit, distributing it around the tender knob of my cock. It reared up against her gripping hand and I squirmed. 

"It's okayyy. Relaxxxxx " she crooned as she began to slowly move her small hand up and down my hard shaft. 

Inside my T-shirt, I could feel sweat trickling down my ribs. My knees were trembling with an amazing mixture of fear and anticipation.

While still stroking me, she reached behind her and took the bottle of lotion from the counter top. The plastic bottle made a wet sucking sound as she squeezed more of the thick salve into her palm. If she'd rubbed that cream onto the sensitive head of my cock, I'm sure I would have shot off, but she must've known this, for she switched hands and eased the hot friction on my dry shaft with the lotion. I closed my eyes in pleasure, and my head lolled back. I felt like I was in a dream; this was so different from what I normally experienced. 

When I jerk myself off, and the pressure starts to grow, I can't help speeding up my hand motion. But Evelyn was slow, steady, and patient. Her left hand kept up a relentless, methodical rhythm while the agile fingers of her other hand caressed my tightening nuts, then drifted over the root of my shaft, teased my pubic hair, and caressed my bulging sac, before returning to the length of my aching dick.

I opened my eyes. Evelyn was gazing down at my hard, hard cock. Her eyelashes were very long. The expression on her angular face was a mixture of fascination, determination, and lust. Her mouth hung open wetly, her nostrils were flared, and her large eyes were riveted on her tiny hands as they continue their knowing ministrations, stroking me deliberately, forcefully, relentlessly. "That feel good?" she asked.

"Amazing." I croaked. 

It felt strange to be talking when I was so close to cumming. Years of solitary masturbation had trained me to enjoy my pleasure in silence. Now, I was stifling groans, my eyes squeezed shut, rolling my head around and twitching my ass. My fingernails were digging into the wooden arms of the creaking chair. 

One of Evelyn 's hands cupped my balls, and could feel them rising and contracting in their sack. As I got closer to cumming, she was actually slowing her stroking down! Her tight fist glided over me, pushing the lotion in a thin white crest above her fingers as they gripped my veined hardness. It felt like my heart had stopped. The buildup was so intense. I felt like I was going to cum from somewhere deeper inside of me.

"Nowww" she said, licking her lips. "I bet you don't get anything like this from reading books." 

She kept slowly stroking me but, with her other hand, she put her half moon glasses onto her nose and looked around. 

She reached into a cardboard box and pulled out a large, preschool childrens' book and opened the soft, cloth pages. She placed my straining root between the open pages, folded the book shut, and began stroking me even more slowly. I looked down to see my raging bone enfolded in smiling fluffy lambs and fluffy clouds! The cloth illustrations danced in a denim blue sky that poled up and down my aching mahogany shaft. At the end of each agonizingly long, slow stroke, my burning knob peeped from behind the fabric clouds like an angry, red sun. 

I had never been this hard in my life. A wave of molten metal seemed to be slowly pushing through my spine and hips and into my iron-hard dick. Evelyn smiled widely at me, her big brown eyes drinking in the frantic, pleading expression on my red and sweating face. I was so close. 

"Please... please..."

I was panting, begging her with my eyes to finish me off. I raised my ass off the chair, higher and higher, thrusting wildly into the book's soft flannel folds. 

Evelyn smiled.

"Cum for me, baby. I want it." She gave my tight nuts a final, gentle squeeze and I went off like the Fourth of July.

"AaaaAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

My hips jackknifed and a long, white streamer of lava geysered into the air. It splattered against Evelyn 's left cheek and glasses, braking into beads in the bangs of her hair. She flinched involuntarily but kept pumping me while trying to cover my spurting dickhead with the cloth of the book. A second stream rocketed all over her blouse and jacket, drilling the carnation in her buttonhole, before she could get a page of the book over the head of my leaping bone. 

The feel of the fabric was incredible. My ass continued to clench. I shot again and again into the warm, soft pages of the book. 

Finally, I couldn't hold myself up any more and crashed back into the chair, gasping for breath. Lightheaded with pleasure.

When Evelyn pulled the cloth pages off my cock it was still throbbing and oozing thick white cream. Heavy rivulets continued to roll from the purple crown, down my length, and over the painted fingernails of her small, miraculous hand. Silvery spunk puddled and glistened in the flannel folds of the book.

"Mmm! You certainly needed that!" Evelyn 's eyes shone and she grinned devilishly. 

She tried using the rest of the book to dry the shaft of my dick and her hands, but there was simply too much cum everywhere.

"You drenched me!" She smiled and gestured to her cum-soaked blouse, jacket, and dripping bangs. "There's some towels in the washroom." 

I stood up, my cock still fat and hanging from my fly. 

We walked down the short staircase to the washrooms. On the way, Evelyn locked the front door to the library and flipped the sign in the window to "closed."

To be continued???



Lust in the Library



I spent last Christmas Eve trying to have an orgasm in public. I told myself it was a new holiday tradition but I was really trying to forget my loneliness. My parents had split up earlier in the year and had started their own Christmas traditions, my mother with her boyfriend and my father on a company cruise. Being away from my dad hurt the most since I always considered myself daddy's little girl, and I hoped that in between his bouts of boozing and bedding waitresses he had time to think about me.

With the students and staff gone for the holidays I could've masturbated almost anywhere without being seen, but the deserted campus only reminded me of how isolated I was. So I spent the afternoon in the basement stacks of the library. It was the only place open on campus, and since the stacks were always deserted during the year I didn't feel like anything was amiss. The only other person was the batty old librarian three floors above. 

I had brought my favourite trashy romance, a tale of shirtless pirates and bosomy wenches that never failed to get me off. I reached under my skirt as the youngest wench was taken up in strong arms, powerless against the one-eyed pirate, his throbbing member plundering her virginity. I could feel myself getting hot as he plunged into her and squeezed her breasts. But no matter how many times I touched myself under my panties I couldn't get wet. It was all too fake, the macho pirate, the helpless belle. I was in the mood for something, or someone, real, someone like my father. He was thinner and older. I imagined him in his swimming trunks on the cruise, boisterous with booze, hitting on some blonde airhead, grinning his sheepish smile. And suddenly I imagined him smiling at me. I had never had thoughts about my dad like this, but as the damp patch grew between my legs and my scent wafted up from under the table I didn't fight it. I reached under my skirt again, closing my eyes, tracing the outline of my swollen lips, picturing my father telling me what a good girl I was...

And then a man coughed. "Oh, pardon, sorry."

I closed my legs and spun around. He walked out from behind the shelf into the main aisle behind me. He was in his late thirties, slim, with thinning hair and a goatee, dressed in khakis and a black polo shirt. It was a typical dad outfit that could have easily been dorky if he hadn't filled out the shirt so well. He must have come down to the basement and towards my table while I had been distracted with my fatherly thoughts. I should have been mad at him, but he was blushing so hard I had to smile. He clutched his black bag and coat strategically in front of his groin.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I wasn't watching you. I mean, I was just getting a look, I mean, BOOK." He plucked a dusty volume off the shelf. "Here it is!"

"It's alright," I said, still smiling. I motioned to a chair at the adjacent side of the table. "Would you like to sit down?" 

"Oh, yeah, sure." He fumbled with his bag and his book and his coat as he set them on the table and sat down. "I didn't think there would be anyone else here. Usually no one's in the library this time of –"

His eyes fixed on my face and then dropped to the plunging point of my v-neck sweater. Then he blushed even harder and looked down at his book. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me."

"I don't mind at all." I couldn't get the grin off my face. I raised my hand. "I'm Maya."

He looked at the hand and then back at me. He knew exactly what I had been doing with that hand. "Ryan," he said. He had a secure grip. As we shook I noticed his wedding band. 

He gazed at me for a moment and then quickly let go. "Well," he stammered, "better get back to my book."

"Alright," I said with a lilt in my voice.

I raised my book and he opened his. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him glance at my breasts. His adam's apple bobbed up and down. I slowly leaned forward, in case he wanted a better view. He spent the next fifteen minutes on the same page occasionally stealing a peek at my chest. I was on the same page too. The pirate was still ravishing his whore but now I pictured myself lying down, looking up at Ryan who stood between my legs, thrusting his cock into me, wearing an oversized pirate's hat and a pirate's outfit that hung off his slim frame. It was cute, but hot, and I shifted my legs to accommodate the tingling between my thighs. I could smell myself again and when I looked up at Ryan he was wearing a toothy grin at looking right at me.

"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?"

It was a lame line, as lame as the lines my dad used. I always wondered how he had been able to cheat on mom with lines like that. Now, as Ryan smiled at me, I was beginning to understand.

"Just trying something new," I said.

"And what would that be?" He motioned towards my book and I realized that this whole time he could see the breathless maiden draped across the bare chest of the pirate on the cover. 

"Trying a change of scenery?" he said. "I can dig that."

"You, sir, have a dirty mind," I said coyly. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be home with your family?"

He fumbled with his wedding band. "You'd think that, wouldn't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just wanted some time alone. Things are stressful at home." He took a deep breath. "I didn't think there would be anyone else here."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Not at all," he said quickly.

He blushed again. I leaned forward further this time, but instead he twisted his head away.

"Maybe I'd better leave," he said.

"No, please stay." My desperation surprised me; I had forgotten how lonely I was.

He chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"It's the way you asked me to stay. It was just like the way my daughter used to beg me to stay with her when she had nightmares."

"I bet she felt safe with you there."

"I wish she still wanted me around. Now she wants to spend Christmas with her boyfriend and his family and of course I couldn't say no to her. You young women grow up so fast."

"I'm sure she misses you. Take it from a daughter."

"Why aren't you with your family?"

I told him about my parents, the divorce and missing my dad.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe he just needs some time to clear his head."

It was exactly what Dad always said before the divorce.

"Is that how you feel about your wife?" I ventured.

"Something like that." He rubbed his finger where his ring was. I took his hands and stroked his finger for him. He didn't pull away and knowing he wanted to touch me made my heart pound.

"It must be nice for your father to have an understanding daughter like you. I bet he can't get you out of his head." He looked into my eyes as he spoke.

"I'd like to think that was true."

"Any father would be crazy not to be thinking of a daughter like you. Take it from a dad."

He was brushing my hands now. The damp patch between my legs was growing and my panties stuck to my lips. I shifted my legs, staring at his mouth.

"Do you think about your daughter a lot?"

"All the time."

"What do you think about?"

"How much I love her, how I'd do anything for her."

I reached under the table and undid the button on my skirt. "She sounds like a special girl."

"She is: sweet, pretty, gorgeous smile."

"She sounds sexy too."

"Yeah, but a dad isn't supposed to notice that about his daughter."

"Well, sometimes it's nice for a dad to notice his daughter. It makes her feel special...and sexy."

"Is that so? In that case, can I tell you something?"

"What?"

"I think you're sexy."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Very sexy."

I stood and let my skirt slip down around my feet. He looked down at my legs and sat back as I walked towards him. I slid my hand up the bulge in his pants and knelt on his lap, my knees on his thighs, my hands on his shoulders. "I think you're sexy too."

And I kissed him, slowly, opening my legs. He brushed his hands up my thighs, lightly, letting his fingertips linger around the edge of my panties. He kept his eyes closed as I lowered myself between his legs. I opened his belt, unzipped his pants and gasped. His penis was thicker than any of the ones on the boys I had dated, with a huge head and veins branching up the side. It was a warm pulsating pipe in my hand. He groaned as I slid my tongue up the underside and took his head in my mouth, inhaling his sweat, letting the saltiness slide down my throat. He cradled my head in his hands as I moved up and down. Knowing that I was pleasuring him, that I was making him happy, made me even wetter. I spread my legs further and I could hear him inhale. He bent over to raise my skirt and his penis pushed deeper down my throat. I gagged.

"Sorry," he said.

"I don't mind," I said. "I want to."

He smiled and ran his fingers down my cheeks and across my lips. "This face is too pretty for that."

He stood and lifted me on the table. We kissed some more, my arms around his neck, his fingers pushing under my panties between my thighs. Then he lay me back, lifted my sweater and bra and sucked my nipples. I whimpered as he squeezed them between his lips. Then he kissed down my chest, my stomach, and slid my panties off my legs, the dampness bushing down my thighs. He started licking over my mound and then over my lips, gently at first, then harder, lapping up my juices. I squirmed so hard the table wobbled. He thrust his tongue in, still slurping, his goatee tickling my clit. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him deeper into me until my insides quivered and I bucked against his face, twitching and begging him to fuck me as the pleasure flared through my body.

I was still coming as he stood up and pushed himself inside me. He felt bigger than he looked as every inch stretched me open. I gripped the sides of the table when he hit bottom. Then he pulled out and plunged all the way in. I knew I was moaning loudly, not caring if anyone heard of if anyone came down to the basement and saw his bare ass at the end of the aisle, my legs wrapped around his waist. Just feeling him inside me was too much to handle. He leaned over, his goatee glistening, and kissed me so I could taste myself as he fucked me. I whimpered into his mouth and slid my hands under his shirt, up his sweaty back. He raised the front of his shirt and I squeezed him into me. My nipples, still hard and wet from his sucking, pressed into his hairy chest. The squishy sounds of sex echoed though the stacks.

When I felt him stiffen I pressed his ass so I could feel him come deep inside me. He shuddered and groaned. Our mingled juices ran down my thigh. He collapsed on my chest between my breasts, softly gasping as I clenched my thighs, milking the last drops out of him. He stayed inside me as we caught our breaths. Then he looked up and smiled.

"I've never done anything like this before."

"Me neither." I stroked his hair and gave him another kiss, long and slow, and I felt him growing inside me. He lifted me off the table and sat me on his lap in his chair. We made love, this time slower. He sucked my breasts as I rode him, taking them completely in his mouth, his arms around me so I wouldn't fall, pacing himself so that we came at the same time. When we were done we sat in silence, our faces close, and I asked him if he would come back to my place. He nodded and kissed me again.

He helped me off his lap and got a handkerchief from his bag. He wiped down my legs, cleaning me, and helped me into my panties and skirt. I gathered my things as he dressed and then we kissed some more before walking down the aisle and up the stairs. When we passed the front desk the librarian saw us and blushed and quickly looked down at her book, trying her hardest not to look up. On the way to my empty dorm we stopped at a convenience store and Ryan bought me some candles and a blanket, and for the rest of the holidays I didn't feel alone.



Lust in the Library



Dinah was pissed off. Another night lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. She might as well have been alone, her husband Mark, lying fast asleep, curled up in the fetal position, hugging the bed covers. He was tired, it was Monday tomorrow -- back to work! 

They hadn't had any form of meaningful sex in seven weeks. Mark was working harder, working later. She didn't think he was having an affair; he was too timid, just not that type of guy. Truth was they'd been drifting apart, their interests had differed, the time they spent together was mealtimes, silenting watching TV and falling asleep. If she was being honest, Dinah wasn't sure they loved each other anymore. Not that they hated each other, but whatever spark they had was now a dying ember.

Dinah was nearly forty and had recently found a new lease of life, she was interested in arts and culture, she had started taking classes for pottery and life drawing. She was even learning to play the banjolele. It wasn't a mid life crisis, it was realising life was too short for dead end jobs, promotions passed over to younger, lazier employees who had a knack for talking the big talk and doing just the bare minimum of work to back it up.

She was now working part time in the local high school as a librarian. The hours were good, the pay wasn't great but just enough. And she had plenty of time for reading. There were older kids too - due to funding the school and the adjacent college shared certain facilities like the gym and the library.

She also liked that the guys all thought she was a milf. She had long brown hair which she would often wear in a bun, deep brown eyes, and soft, sumptous lips. She would often wear a white or pale blue shirt, a pencil skirt and stockings. She was demure, also professionally attired, with a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose. Secretly she'd enjoyed the way some of the boys had looked at her, it told her that whatever problems she and Mark were having, it wasn't sexual. She still had it.

But not as much as Kirsten her twenty two year old colleague. She'd only been working in the library for a couple of weeks, but all the boys were talking about her. There had been a sudden interest in reading within the school, kids were reading more books and there were no late returns. Dinah would never admit it, or that she was just a little bit jealous, but it was all thanks to Kirsten.

Dinah lay on the bed. She was horny and she was angry. Mark was asleep, and he was too frustrated to entertain herself. She leant over to her bedside table, grabbed her iPod and listened to soothing classical music until she fell asleep...

...She awoke in a bad mood. She was quiet and detached. Mark sensed something was wrong but whether through fear of rebuttal or just not caring anymore, he kept quiet and went about his business. Typical.

Dinah stood in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. This would not be how she turned forty, sadly and with regret. She wore a little extra make up and she decided not to wear any panties. It was a tiny act of rebellion, but it was a start.

She got to the library just before the first bell. Kirsten was already there, cataloguing the new returns. There were three kids there, two boys and a girl all with books they were bringing back. The boys were flirting or doing whatever it is a sixteen year old thinks passes for flirting. The girl was quiet, but her eyes were transfixed on the blonde twenty two year old beauty.

Kirsten was wearing a white summer dress and pumps. The dress was cut just at the crest of her breasts and Dinah swore she could see the two boys pants tightening as she leant over the desk to reach for a working pen. She smiled at them and the trio left, all joking and hitting each other in the arm.

"Morning Mrs. Able," Kirsten said, gathering the books in her arm and carrying them over to the new returns shelf.

"Morning Kirsten," Dinah said, perhaps a little too harshly. She stopped herself, she had no right to take her bad mood out on Kirsten. She sighed, "and what have I told you? Just call me Dinah. You make me feel old enough as it is."

Kirsten laughed, "Sorry... Dinah."

Kirsten shelved the books and then disappeared down an aisle to carry out some other duty.

Dinah took a seat behind the desk and blew on her steaming hot coffee, gleefully ignoring her own "No Food or Drink" sign. Kirsten reappeared carrying a couple of mishelved books - Dinah and Kirsten's biggest shared hate - and returned them to their rightful place. The books were on a lower shelf and Kirsten had to bend over to do so. Dinah looked at the younger girl and the curves of her butt and ridiculously good legs.

"You are a robot," Dinah said in a whisper, "or a clone or an alien or something. Probably evil too."

Dinah admonished herself again - normally her disposition was cheery and polite. Kirsten stood up and turned round, Dinah almost spilled her coffee when she realised she had been caught staring at the younger girl's ass.

She looked down and busied herself with some meaningless paperwork. When she was sure it was safe, she looked up. Kirsten had disappeared again.

A spotty sixteen year old with greasy hair and thick rimmed glasses came into the library, his bag heaving with books on computer science. His name was Stevie and he was the kind of boy other kids bullied but would ultimately end up working for when he owned the latest multi-million dot.com or must have gadget.

"Hi Kirsten," he said with a slight stutter and a shy, awkward wave. 

Dinah watched, peering over her glasses. Kirsten came out to greet him. He handed her a pile of books.

"Could I renew these?" he asked nervously, "I know you have a policy and I've had these books out five times in a row and there are other kids, but I'm nearly done with them. Please?"

Kirsten smiled, returning the books to Stevie, allowing her hand to linger on his for a just a moment. Dinah thought she could see the flutter in Stevie's heart, the smile it gave him - and the confidence to face the day.

Dinah watched in envy. She decided to keep a close eye on Kirsten - not out of spite but to learn a thing or two.

She watched Kirsten all day, she would flirt in subtle ways, a flutter of eyelids, brushing hair behind her ear to show the curve of her neck, a wetting of lips. Small things, but enough that the boys she was talking to felt good about themselves. 

It was nearly the end of the working day. There was still a huge pile of books that needed returning to their shelves and the Dinah was determined not to have a backlog of work carrying over into the next day.

"Kirsten, do you mind staying back an extra half hour?" she asked.

"Not at all," Kirsten replied. She too hated work half done. Plus it would mean an easier morning - time for reading and kicking back a little.

Dinah took a trolley of books and pushed it down an aisle, Kirsten took another trolley and pushed it down the next aisle. Dinah watched Kirsten through the gaps in the books. Kirsten looked at her and smiled, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear and fluttering her eyelids. Dinah knew that look - she'd been watching Kirsten employ it all day and to devastating effect.

Dinah, blushing, busied herself with her work. So engrossed was she that she hadn't realised she'd come to the end of the aisle and bumped straight into Kirsten's trolley.

"Oh, christ, I'm sorry," Dinah said, "It's just been one of those days."

"No worries," Kirsten said, placing a hand on her arm, "Coffee?"

"Thanks."

Kirsten walked away, her hand trailing down Dinah's arm, her fingers running across Dinah's hand. A purely innocent gesture - right?

Dinah took the time to straighten her hair, her glasses, compose herself before Kirsten came back with two steaming cups of instant coffee. 

"So, what's up?" Kirsten asked, blowing on the hot drink.

"Oh, you don't want to hear about that," Dinah laughed.

"Try me."

"Well, consider it a warning from the future. Nothing lasts, live in the moment, and..." she was babbling, she hadn't even sorted out her feelings in her own head, but she wanted, needed, to get them out there, "It's Mark. And me. Me and Mark... Things aren't what they used to be. I mean, he's still cute and he makes me laugh. Like, once a year maybe. I don't know. I just don't think we're the same people we were fifteen years ago."

"Fifteen years, gee, that's something these days."

"Err, thanks?" Dinah sighed.

"I'm sure it's just a... a phase," Kirsten didn't really know what to say. She hadn't expected Dinah to just open up like that.

"Yeah, a phase."

Kirsten smiled, placing her coffee on a shelf. As she turned back, she knocked a book off of a trolley. It landed at Dinah's feet. Kirsten knelt down to pick it up, her head moments from Dinah's legs, her blonde hair smooth like silk against her stockings. Dinah thought she could feel a breeze on her legs, was Kirsten blowing on them? Whatever, it felt good against her stockings.

Kirsten stood up, placing the book on a shelf behind Dinah, leaning past her, her breasts pressing against Dinah's.

Kirsten turned back to the books, seemingly oblivious to her actions.

"Kirsten, I want to talk to you, about how you are with the boys."

Kirsten's back was to her as she placed books along the shelf.

"Uh-huh."

"Some of these kids, they're only teenagers y'know, and I don't think you realise what kind of effect you're having on them. Maybe you do, I mean, it's good that you're... giving them confidence, kind of sweet actually, but some might think it was inappropriate."

"Inappropriate?"

"The flirting."

"Flirting?"

Oh god, thought Dinah, have I totally misread her - is she so completely oblivious to the effect she's having on these teenagers?

"You're not flirting?"

"Oh," Kirsten looked back over her shoulder and flashed Dinah a wicked smile, "I totally am."

Dinah was taken aback by this sudden change in attitude.

"But it's just teasing," Kirsten continued, "It's win-win, they get a little more confident in talking to girls - hopefully their own age - and I get a constant reminder that I'm hot."

Dinah put down her coffee cup.

"Are you being serious?" she asked, a little angry. A little jealous too.

"Don't worry. Teenage boys aren't my thing. I prefer my lovers a little older... and, well, not boys."

"I'm shocked," Dinah stated the obvious, she just didn't know what else to say.

Kirsten shrugged and went back to work. Dinah, flustered, decided to do the same. Kirsten turned to face her now.

"Come on, you used to do the same," Kirsten said, "I mean, you liked it when the boys looked at you. I bet you even fantasised about some of the seniors."

Dinah began to speak but couldn't, the words wouldn't form. Kirsten walked up behind her, her breasts against Dinah's back, one leg sliding between Dinah's. Warm breath on her neck.

Dinah went to speak but Kirsten put a finger to her lips, shushing her. Then she silently pointed through a gap in the shelf, into the center of the library. One of the senior kids, Tom Harker, had walked in, sitting at the central table and flicking through a book. He'd do that sometimes when his ride home was late - he'd crashed his own car after a party and his folks didn't yet trust him behind the wheel of a new one.

He was good looking, with short dark hair and a muscular build.

Dinah was trapped between Kirsten and the shelf.

"Now, he's a good looking guy, anyone could see that," Kirsten said, "And you're a good looking woman, shouldn't need saying," Kirsten was whispering into Dinah's ear, her warm breath making the skin on her neck tingle, "You telling me you would turn that down?"

Kirsten ran a hand down Dinah's back, fingers trailing down her spine. They rested on her ass cheeks, rubbing them, cupping them, finding her crack and pressing against it.

"Tell me what you'd do to him. Don't be shy."

Dinah stammered, she couldn't help herself.

"I'd take him into the office, push him against the chair. Then I'd undress in front of him, first my blouse, then my skirt. The stockings would stay on, the high heels too."

Kirsten hiked up Dinah's skirt, running her fingers over her stockings, her ass, sliding a finger along the silk, toying with her asshole.

"I'd watch him get hard, then I'd lean over, kiss him, kiss his neck, down to his chest as I unbuttoned his shirt, Then I'd undo his belt, pull down his pants, his shorts. I'd take his big cock and I'd kiss it, then I'd run my tongue along it bottom to top before taking it in my mouth. I'd take it all in, show him how it's meant to be done. I'd let him cum on my face, and he'd watch me sit on the edge of my desk and lick it up."

"It's all about him so far," Kirsten whispered, "What about you?"

"He's an eighteen year old boy, if I didn't make him cum first he'd be done fucking me in seconds."

"You're naughty." Kirsten said, moving Dinah, bending her over slightly so she could rub her fingers over Dinah's wet pussy. Dinah had never had sex with a woman, not even kissed a girl in college. She didn't know why she was letting Kirsten do it now, maybe she was just horny, maybe it wasn't, y'know, gay because she was fantasizing over a guy, what difference did it make whose fingers they were?

"I'd make him walk over to the desk; I'd push my glasses down my nose, all strict and make him fuck me there and then."

"Sounds fun, want to ask him?"

"What?" Dinah suddenly, came to her senses, pulling down her skirt, turning to face Kirsten, "No!"

Kirsten's kiss was quick and passionate, her tongue small and moist. Dinah opened her mouth, allowing the younger woman easier access. Kirsten took Dinah's tongue in her mouth and sucked on it.

Dinah went to speak, but Kirsten laid a finger on her lips, the finger that had been rubbing against her wet pussy.

Kirsten knelt down in front of her, hiking the skirt back up. Kirsten blew on Dinah's pussy, kissing the damp silk stockings. Kirsten ran her hands up Dinah's shaking legs, before tearing a hole in the stockings with her thumbs.

Kirsten's tongue was gentle, soft against her pussy. She ran it over her clitoris, kissing and blowing, licking and rubbing.

Dinah felt herself shuddering towards climax; she instinctively placed a hand against Kirsten's head, running it through the girl's gorgeous blonde locks. The other hand was rubbing her breasts. She was going to scream, suddenly remembering where she was; she bit hard on her lip, hard enough to draw blood.

She shuddered, once, twice, as she reached orgasm, Kirsten eagerly lapping up her juices. Kirsten stood up, leaning back against the opposite shelf, gathering her breath. 

Dinah put a finger to her lips, found she was bleeding. Kirsten saw this and kissed her, sucking on the lip. Dinah, with a new found vigour, pushed her up against the opposite shelf, kissing her passionately. She placed a hand on the younger woman's chest, gently teasing the top of her dress down so she could see Kirsten's breasts. They were smaller than Dinah's, but pert with pink, hard nipples.

Dinah ran her hand over them, pressing into the nipples with her thumb.

Kirsten placed a leg on one of the trolleys, pulling up her skirt. Dinah was not surprised to find the other girl wasn't wearing any knickers either, or that she was completely shaved.

Dinah dropped to her knees, and kissed the area just above Kirsten's hot young pussy. She ran her hands around Kirsten's butt, teasing the cheeks apart, cupping the gloriously firm ass.

Dinah tentatively kissed Kirsten's pussy.

Okay, Dinah had never done anything with a girl before but she had seen a couple of girls having sex during her college years. Three young women, booze and talk of boys at a faux sleepover in their dorm. Dinah had got prudish -- at that point she had only slept with one guy and hadn't particularly enjoyed it. She'd gone to sleep, but was woken in the night by soft moaning. She'd opened here eyes to see her two friends, Lisa and Aimee making out against the bed on the other side of the room. She watched as Lisa had tenderly kissed her way down Aimee's body before devouring her moist pussy. She had watched with one eye open as Lisa drunkenly pleasured her friend. Aimee had looked up, and Dinah swore she knew she was being watched. Dinah had closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. But slowly, when she thought it was safe, she had opened them again. She lay there watching, silently.

She used what she remembered of that night, the tender way Lisa had licked the lips of Aimee's pussy, the way she slid her fingers into her hole, the way she'd sucked on her clit.

Dinah used all those memories to bring Kirsten to climax, devouring the younger woman, feeling more alive than she had in weeks. She'd never wanted to do this before, her bi curiosity went only as far as watching two drunk friends and never speaking of it again.

But Kirsten had made her feel wanted, awakened a passion she hadn't felt for some time. It only seemed fair to repay the favor.

Kirsten came on Dinah, and she hungrily lapped up the juices.

She stood up, kissed Kirsten passionately. Then stepped back, suddenly remembering herself. Where she was.

"See," Kirsten smiled wickedly, "You've still got it."

There was a sudden noise, books falling off a shelf. Dinah turned, looking through a gap in the shelves. Shit -- Tom Harker was dashing back to his table, trying to look like he hadn't just watched two hot women make each other cum. Trying to look like he didn't have an erection.

"Shit, shit, shit," Dinah had completely forgotten he was in the room. Kirsten tried to suppress a giggle. It was hot and cute and Dinah wanted so much to fuck her, to see the rest of her amazing body.

But she had to talk to Tom. There was no pretending he hadn't seen what he saw. She straightened her hair, dried her mouth with the back of her hand, pulled down her skirt.

She walked from out the end of the aisle, glancing over at the clock. The only people left in the building would be the janitor. Good. 

Dinah sat next to Tom. He was keeping his eyes on his book, not looking up. Dinah smiled at him.

"Hi Tom."

"Hi Mrs. Able."

Kirsten sat on the other side of Tom, he shifted, clearly uncomfortable, confused, blushing.

"What you just saw..." Dinah started, not sure how to handle the situation. Suddenly Tom jumped, startled. Kirsten had placed a hand under the table and was stroking Tom's erect dick through his jeans.

"It's okay," Tom said, "I can keep a secret. What you do... What you do is your business."

Dinah glanced over at Kirsten. The blonde winked back at her. Within a second Dinah knew what she was going to do, she wanted to do. She'd wanted to for so long.

"How about we talk about it in my office?" Dinah smiled, "Okay?"

Tom nodded, "S... Sure."

Kirsten was the first to stand, then Tom, then Dinah. As Tom stood Dinah could see the bulge in his pants. Dinah tried not to lick her lips. She followed them to the office. Kirsten was first through the door. She pulled down all the blinds and then in one smooth motion pulled her dress over her head and then kicked off her pumps. She was completely naked.

Both Dinah and Tom gasped, before Dinah remembered to lock the office door.

Kirsten had great legs, a beautiful pussy, sensuous curves, those pert breasts with the hard nipples.

Dinah reached round from behind Tom, placing her own hand on his dick, feeling the firmness through his jeans. He let out a sigh.

Kirsten perched on the edge of the desk, parting her legs, and began to rub her pussy. Dinah, kissing Tom's neck, began to undress him -- her hands lingering on his muscular chest, his arms. She undid his belt, his trousers dropped to the floor.

Dinah then firmly pushed him onto a chair, still facing Kirsten, who was rubbing her nipples between her fingers. Dinah then stood before him, bending at the hip -- thank god she'd stuck with those pilates classes. She pulled down his shorts, and finally got a good look at his dick.




Lust in the Library



She didn't tenderly kiss or lick it, she put it in her mouth straight away, her tongue playing with the tip of his penis, his sweet precum. Kirsten leant forward and pulled down Dinah's stockings. Dinah parted her legs so the blonde could get at her wet pussy, but instead she felt Kirsten's tongue teasing her asshole. That was something Mark had never done. And it felt great. Kirsten's fingers slipped into Dinah's wet hole, while she fingered her own pussy.

Dinah took Tom's dick all the way to the base. Suddenly, Kirsten wasn't on her, instead she was knelt beside her. She too wanted to taste this young stud's meat. Kirsten and Dinah both kissed and licked and sucked on Tom's cock. Kirsten had been in threesomes before, she'd sucked cock even though it wasn't her personal taste -- though Tom's dick was so good.

"Oh boy..." he gasped. Dinah could feel the swell of his penis -- he was going to explode. Kirsten and Dinah both looked up at him, stroking his penis with their fingers, running their nails down the length of his shaft. The teasing touch was too much for him and he came, his hot salty cum hitting Dinah's face. Kirsten grabbed her and kissed her deeply, their tongues sharing the delicious cum, Kirsten's tongue and gentle kisses mopping up the rest of his mess.

Kirsten returned to her place on the desk then, parting her legs. She pulled Dinah with her and the two kissed. Tom had seen pornos, he knew what to do next. He stood behind Dinah and was about to slip his dick inside her when --

"Shit, I forgot," he remembered Mr. McDonald's sex ed lecture and went to his bag. Whilst he rummaged around for a condom, Kirsten and Dinah entertained themselves, kissing passionately, Kirsten removing the last of Dinah's clothes and taking her breasts in her mouth. 

"Uh, I don't have any condoms," Tom said, he knew they were somewhere -- his locker probably.

Dinah sighed, "I don't care." She returned her attention to Kirsten, teasing her breasts with her tongue.

Suddenly Tom was ready and he slipped his dick into Dinah as she went down once again on Kirsten. Kirsten wrapped a leg around her head, massaging Dinah's back with the ball of her foot. 

Tom's thrusts were at first unsteady, a little too hard. Dinah stood up and pulled away from him. She kept a firm hold on his cock, turning around and resting between Kirsten's open legs. She led Tom back into her as Kirsten kissed her neck, cupped her breasts, teased her fingers over Dinah's clit.

Tom was more gentle this time, he pressed himself up against her, her breasts pushed up against his firm torso. 

She felt herself edging closer and closer to another glorious climax. She bucked as she felt the pulse of Tom's penis, he shot his load, Kirsten bit down on her shoulder. Tom fell against her kissing her neck.

Kirsten suddenly slipped off the desk, pushing Tom back as she dropped to her knees and took his dick in his mouth. She wanted to taste his cum, she wanted to taste Dinah's cum. She sucked him dry before standing up and placing an arm around Dinah.

"Feel better now?"

"Oh yeah," Dinah gasped for breath as she kissed Kirsten's neck, licking it gently.

She looked to Tom. He didn't know what to do anymore.

"Get dressed," Dinah told him. He looked hurt, he felt used -- he wasn't sure if he liked the feeling or not. Dinah smiled at him, "We'll see you tomorrow."

That night Dinah lay in bed, Mark fast asleep. And for the first time in seven weeks Dinah slept easy too. 



Lust in the Library



It was eleven-thirty on a hot Monday in the summer when twenty year old, Michael Wright walked into Lovett Memorial Library to get the place ready since the library opened at twelve. This was his year-round job as a library assistant while trying to get his bachelor's degree in Business. Michael had his college courses on a part-time schedule, so it made it easy to work. 

He went back to the work room to find the Adult librarian, Jazmine (everyone all called her Ms. Ward out of respect) along with his fellow assistant, Johnathan and the children's librarian, Natalie and the building guard, Dan.

"Hey guys, how's it going this morning?" he asked, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

"I can't speak for these two, but I'm good." Johnathan answered.

"Boy, nobody wants you speaking for them anyway." Ms. Ward spoke up, making Michael and Natalie laugh. 

"I can't complain," Natalie told him.

"We're all good, Michael. Thanks for asking, but how are you doing with school?" Ms. Ward asked.

"I'm great. Actually I'm better than great because I got the grade back for the exam I took last week and I got an 'A'."

"I know that's right, Michael. Check you out, being a smarty-pants."

Johnathan shook his head, "I don't know why you're stunting on Mike? We all know he's an undercover nerd, hood on the outside and Steve Urkel inside."

"Shut up, man. I'm just doing me. I'm on a part-time schedule, but if I play my cards right, I'll graduate next year."

"You'd better," Natalie told him with a smile. "After all the hard work you've put in plus working here to pay for some of it. You truly deserve it, Michael."

"Thanks guys,"

Just then the third library assistant walked into the room and despite themselves, Dan, Johnathan, and Michael couldn't help, but eye the sexiness that was before them. The third was Alexis Davis and the guys meant no disrespect to Natalie, (because she was beautiful in her on right) but Alexis was bad with a capital and bolded B.

"Damn...just damn." Michael thought and he thought this damn near every time she came into his field of vision.

She was gorgeous standing at about five foot eight and was obviously a little over two hundred pounds. Almost all of her weight rested in her ass and in her huge double-D cup titties though. She had a smooth caramel skin complexion while her hair was black, styled in long braids while she had an angel's face with slanted light brown eyes and thick lips. Alexis had a big booty, but it was her tits that held the men's attention. Nothing she wore could hide them and whatever bra she had on could never keep them bouncing a bit as she walked.

Michael felt his dick jump in his pants and had to slyly adjust himself, calming down. He was twenty while Alexis was eight years older than him. She was damn near thirty, so he knew fucking her was a long shot. Boy, did he want to fuck Alexis. He'd overheard her and Natalie talking one day, where she revealed that she was single. It was crazy that she didn't have a boyfriend because a chick with a body like hers should've had guys all over her. Johnathan and Dan would agree with him on that.

He knew today was going to be hard one because Alexis had the nerve to wear a red, strapless maxi dress that draped down around her like a thin curtain with cute square framed glasses on. Every single dip and curve she had was on display like a work of art. Unconsciously, he licked his lips at her, which Alexis saw, but didn't call him out due the others being in the room.

"Did I hear you got an 'A' on another test, Michael?"

Michael smirked, "Yup, I was saying if I play my cards right, I'll graduate next year."

"Good, but what do you want to do with your degree?"

"I'm probably going to be a teacher," Michael replied, bringing a finger to his temple. "I've got a lot of knowledge up here, so I should pass it on, right?"

Alexis nodded, "Yup."

The clock read in the room read twelve 'o clock and Deborah left the room a minute than came back.

"Okay, we've got patrons outside," she said, getting everyone's attention.

"What's the roll call?" Michael asked.

"You've got the front desk with Natalie until your lunch break, Michael. Johnathan, you're sorting returns and Alexis, you're shelving."

At Ms. Ward's instructions, Johnathan groaned.

"Why's Alexis always shelving, Ms. Barton?" he asked. "All she does is shelving. I never see her on the front desk."

Before Ms. Ward or Alexis could speak, Michael spoke for them. "That's 'cause she man's the front desk on your lunch break, but personally, I like watching her shelve 'cause she's real good at it."

Alexis smiled at Michael's words as Michael gave him a wink while Johnathan's upper lip curled. Alexis and Johnathan didn't like each other for some reason. They used to be cool, but one unknown day the harmony ended between them, so everyone had to play peacekeeper with them sometimes. 

"Alright guys, we've a twelve to eight kind of day, so let's get to it." Deborah said walking out the room, followed by Michael.

*****

It was two 'o clock and the hum of the giant fans all over mixed with patron conversations and the heavy beeps of people signing up to use the computers with their library cards. Natalie was in the basement having her daily summer activity with the children that came in, Johnathan was handling holds, and Michael was still at the front desk. Alexis was still shelving books, but she found her distracted—distracted by the young man at the front desk.

Michael lied to Johnathan earlier about her working the front desk while Johnathan was at lunch. Alexis was a size eighteen and even though she found herself beautiful, she was still self-conscious about her weight in the world's eye. When she and Natalie went out, most men they encountered shunned a woman with the amount of hips, ass, and stomach she possessed, but there was one guy who loved my body and that Michael. She knew he liked what he saw when he looked at her and feeling was certainly mutual. Alexis kept sneaking peeks at Michael and couldn't prevent herself from wetting her panties.

"Mmmm, that's a tender right there." She mused lustfully.

She was stuck on Michael because Dan was old as dirt and Johnathan—God, she didn't like Johnathan at all. Unbeknownst to Michael, Ms. Ward, and Dan, Johnathan was such whore. The proper term would be 'womanizer', but to Alexis he was a just a whore. When she first found out about Johnathan's ways, it didn't bother her because it wasn't her business. 

It became her business one weekend when he went to the club with her and Natalie and the whore had the audacity to leave them there alone (when he was their ride home) for a good three hours without any notice. Natalie and Johnathan had been friends outside of work for a long time, so she forgave him, but Alexis because you don't treat people like that. She frowned at the memory then her eyes sought something to make her smile.

Alexis peered over toward the front desk, noticing how cute Michael looked today in his simple white Polo t-shirt and jeans. His incredibly ripped body was so tight; she would have been a fool to pass up him as eye candy every day. She knew Natalie never did. Her clit twitched, looking at Michael's bulky biceps under his t-shirt. 

His mocha skin tone was smooth as chocolate, an even tone throughout. His black hair lay neatly in a circular motion around his head, forming waves like on the ocean. By looks alone, he could part any legs he wanted—including hers. Plus the way he'd defend her from Johnathan's bullshit and would outright flirt with her made her stomach churn with excitement. 

The only thing was his age though. He was only a year from being legal, but he couldn't even go to the club or buy a drink. She hated that a piece of her was shallow about an age gap. The Lord knew she needed some dick bad on a long ass drought that she wouldn't dare tell a soul the actual length.

"Yeah, he's young, but he wants it and you need it. So fuck the age difference and get that dick, girl." Her erotic mind told her.

With her thoughts on Michael's body, Alexis turned back to the books she still had to shelve. She put the last of the returned books of the shelf at two 'o clock. Standing up, she stretched some ready for some lunch. She didn't notice him with her back turned, but Michael was making his way to towards her.

"Hey, Alexis how are doing so far today?" Michael asked, looking at her well-rounded ass.

Alexis turned around, staring at his strong chest a bit before speaking. "I'm fine, Michael."

"Oh yes, you are, Alexis. That you surely are," Michael said with a sexy smirk. "Alexis, I'm headed to lunch now and was wondering if you'd like to come with. I've seen you shelving with no cease, girl all day."

"Michael..." Alexis trailed off, panning the place for anyone in earshot of the conversation. "I'm a big girl as you can see. Do you think you can afford it?"

Michael smiled as her sexiness oozed from her like a hot light.

"Alexis, now, if I couldn't, would I ask?" Michael said jokingly. "But if you don't want to do lunch then I've got other ways of wining and dining you."

"Oh, really and what might that be?"

"Don't you worry about that...just know there are other ways." Michael finished off his statement by licking his lips slowly, hinting at his sexual desires.

"Mmm, really?" Alexis quizzed, looking at his body and couldn't help, but imagine what climaxes he could bring her to.

"I'd love to show you sometime," Michael whispered, his words rolling seductively off his tongue.

"Well, that's going to have to wait 'cause we've got lunch to eat, remember?"

"Hmm, so that's a yes to lunch?"

"Yes, so where are we going?"

"Chick-fil-A, is that cool?"

"That's better than cool, man."

"Great, just let me tell Ms. Barton and we'll be on our way."

Chick-fil-A was a good fifteen minutes away from the library in Alexis' car. They ordered two dishes of waffle fries, two chicken sandwiches, and chicken fingers with soda and a side of honey mustard, getting a small table together. Surprisingly the Chick-fil-A wasn't packed with people. Normally a Chick-fil-A would have crowds of biblical proportions that you'd think they were giving away the food for free. Michael and Alexis sat in silence, eating until Alexis spoke.

"Thanks for having my back with Johnathan earlier," she said, biting into a waffle fry.

"Don't mention it, but what's up with y'all anyway? One day y'all were cool then next it's War World Three,"

Alexis frowned, "You really want to know?"

"Yeah,"

"Johnathan's such a man-whore."

Michael laughed, finishing his sandwich. "Yeah, but what does that have to do with you, Alexis?"

"One night, it was me, Natalie, Johnathan at the club and the whore had the gall to leave me and Natalie alone to fuck some random bitch then the asshole comes back like everything was good. Natalie may have forgiven him 'cause they're tight like that, but that night showed me Johnathan's true colors and you don't treat people like that. Feel me?"

"Yeah, but that night was Johnathan's lost, Alexis not yours. I can't see any man leaving you alone...with how beautiful you are."

Ugh, there he goes flirting again with his sexy ass. Does he know what he's doing to me? Alexis thought feeling her love juices trickling from her womanhood a little.

"So, I take it that you're feeling me, Michael?" she asked aloud, looking at him hoping he'd say yes.

Michael smiled, "Yeah, I am." 

"So my size doesn't bother you?"

Michael frowned, "Why would it? I like you 'cause you're strong, beauty, and smart. I could give a damn about your size." 

"Thanks, but really you think I'm attractive?" she asked just to hear him say it again.

Michael laughed, "Alexis, this is an old line, but you've got it going on." 

They ate the rest of their lunches and drove back to the library. They got back to Lovett around three 'o clock and found Johnathan waiting for them. Alexis simply walked pasted him while the men gave each other dap.

"Where have you been, Mike? I'm about to go to lunch and want you to come with."

"Sorry, I just came from lunch with Alexis, man."

Johnathan's upper lip curled, "Okay, so what about tonight? Are you trying to get together later?"

"I can't, man. I've got some homework to finish, so let's rain check."

With their hungers sated, the rest of the day seemed to just roll along for Michael and Alexis. Time sped up as three 'o clock blurred into seven in the evening. Plus all through the pasting four hours, Michael and Alexis kept trading lustful glances.

Michael's flirtation with Alexis had reached its peak with him firmly stating his attraction to her. Alexis, on the other hand, had nothing, but Michael on her mind since returning to work. Both had the same dilemma though—how to go about getting alone with the other.

*****

It was seven-fifty. There was only ten minutes left in the workday. Patrons were lined up at the front desk, checking out materials on their way out. It was all good as Michael and Deborah checked people out quickly. Michael checked the last patron and the day was over as the clock read; 7:55pm.

Everyone thought the day was over until a woman came into the library, returning two bags of overdue books, movies, and magazines. The woman also paid a thirty dollar fine before leaving as well. At this intrusion, Johnathan implored Ms. Ward to just leave the materials there on the desk and they get them first thing in the morning. However, there was no telling how many returns they could get during the night and leaving the materials would be extra work in the morning, so the materials had to put away.

"Hey," Michael spoke up. "Why don't you guys go home while stay and check this stuff in?"

"I hope you don't mind, Alexis, but since you're fast at shelving, would you mind staying with me?" he added.

Alexis nodded, "It's fine by me."

Ms. Ward smiled, "Thank you. You're both on overtime right now, so when you get done in here add how long you were in here to your time sheets."

"I'll stay with y'all to make sure nothing goes down," Dan chimed in.

"Dan, you've got a wife at home waiting on you...go home," Michael insisted. "This is a library. Shit never goes down here except for kids not wanting to share."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, we've got this. Y'all get home and rest up for tomorrow."

With that Michael and Alexis watched their co-workers leave then they got to work. It took an half an hour to get everything checked in and shelved. Michael breathed a sigh when they finished, but now he something else to deal with. His dick was bricked up and rock hard at the fact that it was only him and Alexis in the building. She was in the work room taking care of her time sheet, but for some reason it was taking longer than normal. 

Alexis sat in the work room filling out her time sheet fully since she didn't have time to earlier. She couldn't concentrate on the paper work though because she was alone with Michael. Freaky thoughts ran through her mind and her panties began to moisten.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the work room door. Alexis turned her head and looking up, finding Michael standing there looking as fine as ever. Her heart started to beat a little faster and a slight perspiration started to form on her brow.

"Are you going to stay here all night?" Michael asked, entering the room. "'That time sheet's taking longer than it should."

"No. Actually, I'm wrapping it up and headed out the door myself. Mmm, you smell good. What cologne is that?"

Alexis started to reach for her purse, but Michael grabbed it for her. Their bodies were close to touching. Alexis inched back slowly and looked around as if someone other than them were in the building.

"It's not cologne. I only use oils," Michael told her. "Did you forget that nobody's here, but us? So have you thought about what I said at lunch?"

Alexis immediately felt goose bumps appear. She stepped closer. This time her hard nipples rubbed against his chest.

"Michael, what if this is all I want—sex and nothing else? Would you be willing to go with that?"

"Oh, but the question is, are you going to be good with that?" Michael asked with a smirk, reaching for her thighs.

"No, I can do this. What am I doing? You're just a kid," Alexis said, slapping his hand away and stepping away.

"So, is that what you really?" Michael asked, flexing his chest muscles. "I know you want it, Alexis. You're just too scared to come get it."

He inched a little closer and tried to kiss her. Alexis moved her head slowly, slowly pretending to fight the urge to ram her tongue down his throat. All she could think of was his body rocking on her body. She hadn't gotten what she needed in quite some time and definitely wanted her frustrations worked out.

Michael saw the hesitation and stepped back, "Look, I don't mean any disrespect, Alexis, but I can see you haven't had sex in a minute and you could seriously use some good dick in your life."

Michael grabbed at his crotch and licked his lips wet. Alexis sucked her teeth and turned around to walk out of the work room and head home to her toys. She didn't want to acknowledge the truth about how dick hungry she really was. Michael quickly reached for her, turned her around, and his touched hers with as much passion as he could muster up.

Alexis didn't resist. His hands began to wander up the bottom of her dress, and to no surprise, her panties were wet. Michael peeled the top of her dress down and removed her bra, revealing her chocolate brown nipples. He pushed her breasts together and began manipulating her breasts with his tongue. Alexis tried to be quiet, but the way Michael's tongue flicked across her nipples drove her wild.

While he sucked on her tits, he pulled the rest of her dress off of her. Michael tore her underwear away, then immediately took advantage. Her pussy was begging to be pleased and he'd happily oblige its cry, going to work on it.

"Ahh...no, we can't do this." Alexis mumbled, allowing his tongue to play with her neck and make a wet trail up to her ears.

"No one has to know, baby. Trust me, it'll be our hot, little secret," Michael said between his lustful kisses and the swift movement of placing on the work room desk. 

He then parted her legs and placed two fingers inside her flesh.

Mmmmm...please...stop," Alexis tried to refuse, but all her smarts went right out the door.

She couldn't help that his fingers felt so good. He knew exactly how to work all around her curvaceousness and he was definitely strong.

Michael whispered in her ear, "Do really want me to stop?"

He pushed his fingers in deeper and circled her clit with his thumb, making her moan louder.

"No...no...don't stop, Michael." Alexis moaned as her legs started to shake.

She couldn't believe how good he was and then he went in for the kill. Michael unbuckled his belt with his free hand and let his pants fall to his ankles. Alexis panting became faster, letting him know she was ready for his taking. His manhood was already making its debut through his boxers. He grabbed both her legs and placed them on his right shoulder, then slowly made his entrance into her soft, wet pussy.

"Oh, yes...give it to me, Michael. Take this pussy like you want it. Oh, yeah...fuck me!"

Alexis closed her eyes and happily invited his hard, deep, long thrusts, her moans and shouts echoing loudly through the building. She didn't hold back, knowing they were only two around.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Michael spoke in a low, sexy tone as he watched her double-Ds bounce up and down.

"Mmhm, just don't stop." 

Alexis couldn't hold back on how she felt. She closed her eyes again, knowing that this was the best dick she'd had in ten months. Michael knew all along that she wasn't getting the coochie rocked and he was rocking it just right for her. His movements became faster and harder, then he slowed it down and watched her cum.




Lust in the Library



"Ooooh, yes, fuck me, baby. Fuck me! Give me all that dick—all of it!" Alexis screamed, her eyes curling back.

"All of it, huh? Can you handle it?" Michael asked as he teased her clit with a finger and pumped faster.

"Ooooooh, yes...yes...yes!" Alexis moaned, letting out a second orgasm.

Michael grabbed her legs and motioned for her to get off the desk and turn around. He gripped her juicy, heart-shaped ass tightly in his hands, ramming his throbbing love stick into Alexis' warm, fat pussy. He loved the visual of her booty back up on his wooden soldier.

"Fuck," she moaned, looking back at him as he started stroking her slowly. "That shit's so big, baby!"

"Damn! That's right, girl. Back that ass up on this dick!"

Alexis tried holding on to the desk before her legs buckled some. She wanted to maintain some control of herself, although she'd completely lost after her first climax. 

"Fuck me, Michael! Fuck me with that big dick!" she shouted as he grabbed her tiny waist. "Beat that pussy up, boy!"

"Oh my god, baby!" she screamed. "It's so deep! Damn, you're so deep in that pussy!"

"Mmmm, I'm hitting it right aren't I? Yeah, I know I am 'cause you're creaming all over this dick."

"Yeah, don't stop, Michael! You're hitting it just right!" Alexis shouted as Michael felt that all too familiar tingling sensation shooting up his cock.

Feeling himself about to blow, he moaned, "Ahh, ahh...I'm going to nut."

"Mmmm, that's it, sweetie. Nut for me," Alexis commanded and within seconds he was doing just that.

"Here it comes! Oh god, here it comes!" he screamed, pulling out and shooting loads of cum all over her ass.

"Oh yeah," Alexis moaned. "Let it all out, baby!"

"Fuck! Oh! Oh! Damn!" Michael yelled as he jerked every last drop of sperm for her.

The room smelled of sex as Michael pulled out and pulled his pants back up. He was weak from his orgasm and as his dick went soft, he leaned against a shelf. Alexis wiped the nut off her ass then sat back down on the desk she was just fucked on.

"That was wonderful baby," she breathed out. "I didn't know you can fuck like that."

"Damn, well, you've the good-good, Alexis." he replied with a sated smile.

She stroked his manhood a bit, "Nope, you're the one with the good-good around here, Michael."

"Was this a onetime thing or will we be doing this again?" he quizzed.

"We'll most definitely be doing this again. You can get it anytime you want baby." she whispered with a laughed. "But we should probably never fuck in the library again."



Lust in the Locker Room



Paige gathered her long brown hair and pulled it up into a tight bun. Her blue one piece Speedo appeared to be molded to her ultra tight body. I was stealing glances at her body every chance I got. 

As physical therapy techs at the Hospital fitness center, we worked with people of who had suffered varying degrees of disability. The center was well equipped and included a large indoor lap pool. 

Two groups of mostly senior citizens were waiting for their water therapy session. 

"Do you mind if I take the first group?" she asked very sweetly. 

"Knock yourself out." I answered.

The water therapy sessions were the most popular and I had a sneaking suspicion that the older men were totally infatuated with Paige. But then, so was I. 

My fascination with Paige hit high gear when the pool schedule was changed to accommodate an additional session in the evening. We worked in tandem with two separate groups on opposite sides of the pool. By the time the session was over and we changed out of our wet swimsuits, the center had closed for the day.

The first time I saw Paige in her birthday suit, it lit a fire in my loins that puzzled me. I never had bi-feelings before and looking at her, I was.

Sometimes, it took all my strength not to say,

"Paige, you have a great body." 

The more we worked together, the more I admired Paige's outstanding physique. Her tits were shaped like cannon balls with long nipples that stood straight out from her chest. 

Paige was a former swimmer who embraced weight training as a means to stay fit. Her defined muscularity was exquisitely proportioned without appearing bulky. 

However, there was nothing pretentious or self centered in her personality. She was self confident without a hint of vanity. Utterly charming and very feminine, she was barely twenty one years old. 

Since I was married and lusted after Paige more than my husband, it threw me for a loop and I masturbated nightly with her at the center of my fantasies. 

To complicate matters even further, our working relationship evolved into friendship. Occasionally, we went to the local pub after work, shopping or just hung out at her apartment.

When I daydreamed about having sex with Paige, I justified my infidelity by mentally arguing that it was a woman and no intercourse was involved. 

My twenty ninth birthday was less than a week away when my husband and I had a big fight over, you guessed it, lack of sex. Poor guy, it was two months since our last lovemaking session. 

"I feel like a goddamn monk Lori!" he shouted at me.

"I'm just not in the mood." I retorted weakly.

"But, I'm tired of jerking off in the bathroom." He roared back at me.

I was at a loss for a plausible explanation and remained silent. Doug shook his head in disgust and walked out of the room.

We were physical fitness freaks and Doug had an exceptional physique honed by years of commitment to weight training. Why I was totally captivated by someone else, a young woman no less, was a complete mystery to me.

The next day at work I must have seemed more preoccupied than usual. Paige was standing in front of me waving a hand in front of my eyes until I snapped out of my stupor.

"Earth to Lori, come in Lori." She stated in a control tower voice. 

"Oh, sorry." I said timidly.

"Your groups waiting in the pool." She said informatively.

"Shit!" I yelled and dashed down the hallway.

Afterwards as we spruced up the pool area for the next group Paige spoke up.

"Why the blank stares and long faces?" she asked with real concern.

"Doug and I had a fight." I said with trepidation.

"Want to talk about it?" She asked in a calm way.

I did but our busy schedule at work precluded any in depth discussions and we agreed to meet after work.

Mazzio's was quiet for a Thursday night and we found a back booth that offered some privacy. I was drinking Cosmo's and my head had a light buzz. 

"Why did you and Doug fight?" she asked inquisitively.

As I thought about my response, I looked at Paige's face and bright green eyes. 

"God! She's so pretty!" I thought to myself and some twinges tickled my crotch. 

"We haven't been doing it much lately." I said dejectedly.

"You mean sex?" she asked in the hopes of clarification. 

"Yes." I said with a deep sigh.

"Do you think he might be seeing somebody else?" She inquired assuming he was the culprit.

"No, it's me. I just don't feel like doing it." I said in a cheerless voice.

Paige looked a little stunned by my admission. 

"Are you seeing...?" I interrupted her before she finished. 

"No" I said quietly and looked away. 

Paige was regarding me with suspicion and I felt her gaze boring into me. 

"Is it a physical problem?" she asked with emphasis on physical. 

"No" I almost whispered.

Paige looked perplexed but was intent on uncovering the truth.

"You're interested in someone else, aren't you?" She asked triumphantly.

I felt like a rat caught in a trap.

"Yes" I murmured. 

"Hmm, now let me see." She mused. 

Paige went thru a laundry list of possible male candidates that we worked with at the hospital with no success. I was hoping she would give up. 

"Is it a woman?" she asked knowingly but quietly. 

As I nodded my head in the affirmative, Paige's expression remained the same. I was feeling very uncomfortable and got up to leave. 

"Lori, sit down. Don't be embarrassed" She commanded in a nice way.

Like a little child, I resumed to my seat with my head down. 

"You don't have to say, I already know." She said in a matter of fact way.

Now I was the one who looked dumbfounded.

"You do?" I asked like a blithering idiot.

"This isn't rocket science." She stated.

I kept staring at her in an unblinking way but she was taciturn. After I downed another Cosmo, my head was reeling. Paige grabbed my keys and drove me home. 

Doug was no where to be found. A note on the kitchen table informed me he had gone fishing with some buddies for the weekend.

I was heart broken. He just up and decided to go away for the weekend without discussing his plans with me. Then an awful thought took shape in my woozy head, he was with someone else.

For a long time, I sat at the table and cried my eyes out. I repeatedly called his cell phone but got his message center instead. I had visions of his big cock drilling some hot young honey into delirium. 

The next day at work Paige saw my swollen and puffy eyes. 

"Bad night?" she asked with sympathy.

I started to bawl on the spot and Paige embraced me. In a halting and emotionally high pitched voice, I described the note and my fears.

Paige tried to soothe me but our first group arrived in less than fifteen minutes. I slowly regained my self control and struggled with my emotions until the end of the work day. 

I sat in front of my locker with my head down. My anger was rising and replacing my grief. I banged the locker door shut in frustration and went to take a shower.

Paige was in the stall next to me. I gawked at her marvelous breasts and temporarily forgot about Doug. 

I was dressing when I noticed that Paige's locker door was open. Her bra was hanging on the inside door hook. My curiosity and libido were working overtime as I lifted the garment off the hook and looked at the Victoria's Secret label. The tag read 36C. 

"Are you borrowing that?" an amused voice asked behind me. 

I was so startled that I dropped her bra on the floor. 

"Oh, Paige, ah, well..." I was stuttering and stammering. As I tried to retrieve the article, I dropped it again. 

"I better get it this time, you're all thumbs." She stated with merriment in her voice and bent over. 

"I can explain; you see..." I was making no sense.

"You were curious. It's ok." She stated with no hidden meaning in her words. 

I stood like a recalcitrant child waiting for her reprimand as Paige brushed off a little dirt on the cups. She lifted her head and regarded me with curiosity.

"Ever been with a woman?" she asked point blank. 

"Well, I ah..." I dithered on. 

"That's a no." she said positively. 

I sat on the bench in front of my locker with my head down as my embarrassment reached epidemic proportions. I noticed that Paige was walking toward me and looked up. She was only a foot away and her breasts thrust proudly from her chest. My face was level with her chest and I was mesmerized by her hot boobs.

Paige put her arms around my neck and smiled at me. 

"Ever wonder what its like?" She asked in a sexy voice.

I visibly gulped and nodded my head "yes." Paige leaned forward and my face disappeared in the valley between her twin peaks. Gently, she shook from side to side and her meaty melons bounced erotically. 

Paige pulled back a little and shimmied her boobs enough that the nipples grazed my mouth. My body ignited with raw lust and I opened my mouth enough that a rigid bud plopped in. 

I was completely mesmerized by the length and hardness of Paige's nips, they were superb in every way. Gently, I sucked the protruding stubs and elicited moans from Paige. 

"Ooh! You like my titties." She purred.

I tongue whipped the erected ends skillfully. With my mouth occupied, I squeezed her breasts and admired the incredible firmness.

My sex drive was on auto pilot and as I hungrily worked her juicy nipples, my hand cupped her hairy mound. Lazily, I drew a finger along her slit and was surprised by the wetness. 

Paige's knees wobbled unsteadily and I helped her to the bench. I zealously resumed sucking her hot nipples and with her legs askew, vigorously fingered her soggy slit.

I was delirious with desire and Paige panted like a wild animal. 

"OH! You make my pussy sooo wet!" She howled.

"Say you want me!?" She bellowed.

"I want you!" I shrieked like a banshee.

"Eat me baby, Suck my pussy!" she crowed.

Paige leaned back with her hands behind her for support. Her sex glistened with dew and the pungent aroma was intensely erotic and stimulating. 

I lifted Paige's muscular ass and brought her succulent snatch to my starving mouth. I licked up and down and reveled in the tart taste. Tirelessly, I lapped her saucy slit and swallowed her creamy juices. 

My tongue plowed thru the sodden fleshy folds until it perceived a hard nub. With abject determination, I gently raked and sucked the tender surface. 

"Oh baby! That's it, right there! Oh, don't stop! She implored in a gasping voice. 

Paige reared her head back and between hard panting gasps, screamed.

"OH Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm coming!" 

It was the first time I heard her use profanity. 

"Hmm, are you sure this was your first time?" She purred sexily in the aftermath.

In spite of my sexual craving for Paige, I felt bashful in her presence. 

Paige was regarding me with fascination and I think some feeling when she suggested we meet at her apartment and I accepted. I quickly showered again and sped down the Freeway.

Paige had several bottles of champagne on ice and we drank several flutes full in record time. She was sexily attired in a sheer sleeveless T with tiny shorts. She recalled her first bi encounter and I was utterly captivated by the story.

"I had just graduated high school and was invited to spend July with my mother's best friend Louise and her daughter Terry at the Jersey Shore. I always referred to her as Aunt Louise, even though we weren't related."

Paige took a large swallow of bubbly and continued.

"I was putting on my new bikini when I noticed hairs sticking out the sides of the bottom. I was mortified. There was no way I could go to the beach like that. Terry popped her head into my room and told me to hurry up."

I had really blossomed between my 17th and 18th birthday. I had grown in all the right places including the hair on my crotch. When I was shopping for bikinis before the trip, I tried the bottoms on with panties and never noticed my 'hair' problem."

"Terry told me to go into the bathroom and groom. I told her that I never had to and didn't know how. Terry really looked exasperated and told me she would groom the stray hairs so we could get to the beach before sunset."

"I sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited for Terry. I was angry with myself for not knowing what to do. I heard Terry in the hallway tell her mother to go ahead and we would catch up with her."

"Terry had several types of scissors, a razor and a comb when she returned to the bathroom. She told me to sit up on the pedestal sink and I did as she asked. But, when she asked me take my bottoms off I was mortified. I had attended Catholic schools all my life and was pretty much a goody two shoes."

Paige had an amused expression on her pretty face.

"Terry had an exasperated look again and since she was two years older than me, she seemed a lot more mature. I didn't want to piss her off so I took the bottoms down and off."

"Without realizing I had closed my legs and Terry with a big sigh gently pried my legs apart. I was totally embarrassed and from my vantage point, I could see Terry combing my bush. In spite of my complete lack of sexual experience, I found the situation mildly stimulating."

"When Terry held my outer lips to trim the hairs between them and my thigh, her touch made my pussy quiver with excitement. She trimmed all the extraneous hairs down to the crack in my ass and despite my Catholic school education, I was powerless to stop my pussy from creaming." 

"I was praying that Terry wouldn't notice but the unmistakable smell of aroused pussy started to permeate the room. I looked at her and she looked hot and bothered. She left to get shaving cream and a razor. Using a mirror, I saw that my lips were coated with moisture and my slit was yawing open and wet."

"When Terry applied the shaving cream, it took all my self control not to moan out loud. To my inexperienced pussy, it felt incredible. She carefully shaved the sides but her hands were back on my outer lips and holding them out of the way so they wouldn't get nicked by the razor." 

"My pussy was throbbing with excitement and leaking moisture like a sieve. The wetness was trickling down to the crack in my ass. By now, I was sure Terry had to notice my predicament. I wasn't in control of my body any longer and didn't feel embarrassed because I needed relief."

"I wanted Terry to leave so I could finger myself but when she finished, she wiped the entire area with a warm washcloth. The sensation of her wiping my crotch made me groan out loud and my pussy lurched with every swipe of the cloth." 

"I didn't have to look at my crotch to know that is was wide open and drenched with juice. Terry had an odd expression on her face and she kept staring at my pussy. Suddenly, she leaned forward and lightly licked up my slit." 

"At that point, I didn't care that Terry was licking me and thrust my pussy against her mouth. Her tongue seemed to caress every fold and crease of my pussy as it moved faster and faster." 

"My pussy was pulsating with new and wonderful sensations. The sucking sounds that emanated from Terry's mouth as it diligently worked on my slit were sending me into hyper drive. I stared with awe as her tongue lapped furiously up and down."

"I my wildest dreams I never thought getting my pussy eaten would feel so incredible. Terry put my legs over her shoulders and sucked my clit like a mad woman. I distinctly remember the powerful contractions I experienced when I came and howled like a banshee." 

"I was seated on the sink/vanity and collapsed back against the mirror in exhaustion. Terry was still gently sucking my slit and swallowing any leftover fluid." 

"I was in shock and feeling very guilty for a couple of days. It was contrary to all the precepts that I learned in Catholic school. At church that Sunday I prayed hard for God's forgiveness and promised that it would never happen again." 

"Terry, at least outwardly, seemed unfazed by the experience and tried to keep appearances as normal as possible." 

"Less than a week after my introduction to oral sex, I couldn't shake the image of Terry eating my pussy. It made my blood boil and pussy drip thinking about it. The explosiveness of my orgasm had my pussy aching for a repeat performance." 

"I wanted to masturbate but I knew it wouldn't satisfy me. I prayed for relief because I had promised god. But, my resistance was fading fast. More than anything, I wanted Terry's talented mouth on me in the worst way."

"Terry always popped her head in my room each night before she went to bed and something inside me knew that if I asked her to stay what it implied."

"That night as my resolve disappeared, Terry knocked and before she could say goodnight, I asked her in. That was all the invitation that she needed. The girl loved eating my pussy and insatiably ravaged my hole every chance she got." 

Paige looked at me fingering myself and smiled.

"Ready for an encore" she asked and spread her thighs for emphasis.

As I slowly skinned her tiny shorts down her long legs, I briefly thought about Doug. I knew somehow and someway we would resolve our differences but for the present, Paige's steamy snatch was my focus.



Lust in the Loft



I've never experienced incest in real life. None of my immediate family are the type. Neither adventurous, or interesting. Way to straight. However, there is one cousin, Marion, about 5 or 6 years older than me. Marion was a wild child. She had left town at 19, just after being my last babysitter. Marion ended up overseas, starring on her sugar daddy's tv network. Then , she moved home to settle down. She had grown up to be gorgeous ( think Marilyn Monroe, but A cup). Not knowing many people, she started to hang out with me. I was single then, and we hit the bars hard. We met lots of people. I learned she was not only promiscuous , but also bi. 

A few months after she got to town, Marion decided to through her own housewarming bash for her new friends. I was the only relative there. Everyone partied hard, drinking way too much, dancing to the Rolling Stones until close to dawn. Next thing I know, I woke up alone on her couch. I saw a few semi-clad people dozing in corners. The sun was peeping in the window. My cousin entered, holding a finger up to those lush red lips. She took me silently by the hand and lead me to her sleeping loft. 

In the loft, she had dozens of candles all over. There was an old-fashioned clawfoot tub in the corner, and a four-poster bed with fluffy adornments. The tub was filled with suds. She started unbuttoning my shirt. I was too drunk to resist. Even if I wanted to. 

I wanted my cousin to strip too, so I could through her on the bed and ravish her, but she was older and wiser. She slapped my hands playfully away, stripping me, teasingly kissing, first all over my face, then my neck, my arms, my chest. She couldn't get my pants off with me sitting there, so she pulled me up by stepping back while holding my arms. We tumbled backwards into the tub. We both laughed hysterically. Marion stood up in the tub, splashing me. This allowed her time to step back out of the tub. I was sitting there, almost naked. Tenderly, her tiny hands found the remaining scraps of soaked cloth and eased them off. Then she gently took her giant sponge and soaped me all over. Her breath was warm on my flesh. My childhood dreams of Marion, my last and sexiest babysitter, were about to be fulfilled. 

Marion's hands rolled the soapy sponge around my chest. She leaned over the tub, her hard eraser like nipples clearly visible through her wet blouse. Her small firm breasts needed no support. As her hand worked down my chest to my navel, her golden hair brushed my neck. Her breath was even closer. I knew her lips were almost grazing my cheek. Then, softly, I felt her tongue explore my ear. That almost , but not quite, distracted me from what her hand was doing.

Marion worked the sponge softly but thoroughly into and around my navel, tickling the soft hair that covered my belly "Like a bear cub", she giggled. "None of the other men in the family are as hairy as you", she added mysteriously, "or as well-hung". With the last remark, she tugged teasingly once on my bobbing, almost fully erect cock, then collapsed against me in a fit of giggles, her lips covering my face with kisses.

Marion then pulled me up. My erection was at the level of her face. She kissed just the tip gently, then stood, drying me with a fluffy towel, paying special attention to my balls, my ass, and, finally, my hardness. Then, she had he step out of the tub, so she could dry my feet. She caressed each toe, kissing my arches softly. She worked the towel up between my legs, and again, rubbed my cock tenderly, as if it was fine breakable china, or an object of adoration. She kissed it a bit more fully, the tip of her tongue teasing my tip. She then took me by the hand , and led me to the bed.

She had me sit yoga style, lotus position, my hard cock sticking up like a tent pole, with my eyes closed. I heard the rustling of fabric. " Now open", Marion whispered. I saw her sheer top lifting over her head, her divine teeny breasts, crowned my erect nipples like a air of thumbs clearly visible from the soaked camisole. She stepped out of her jeans next, pirouetting to allow me to drink in her loveliness still partially clothed, in the camisole and matching silk thing panties. She leaned over the bed, teasingly running the silk covered nipple along my cheek and my lips. Then, she removed the cami, and thong, and repeated the move, now allowing me to suck her hard nipple into my mouth.

Marion kissed the top of my head as I gorged myself on her breasts. " Quietly, sweetie, someone might hear downstairs." This disruption of the dreamy quality of the moment was brief. Marion popped her nipple from my lips, and without warning, ducked down to savagely swallow my throbbing erection deeply into her throat in one gulp. She locked her lips tightly around the root, creating an exquisite suction. Her girlish fingers massaged my sac, palpating my testicles, milking me. She ever so slowly raised her lips up my shaft, keeping them as tight as possible to the flesh. I started caressing her pointed teats with my fingertips, but she interrupted her ministrations long enough to whisper: " later, dear, let this be for you."

Marion licked all around and down my erections, her hand continuing to grasp my balls. With her other hand, she teasingly twisted my right nipple. Just as she did this a second time, she did a trick where she released my balls just as her tongue licked the tip of my cock. Suddenly, a stream of cum surged out, unlike any load I'd delivered before. Cousin Marion drank it like mother's milk, then sat up and kissed me, my cum on her lips.

"Shhh, let's just rest a bit," Marion purred, gently easing me onto my back and cuddling up to me. Her soft hand toyed with my semi-hard cock. "In a few minutes, I'm going to ride you, just like a merry-go-round," she whispered, " I want to lean over you so you can suck my nipples more. I love how you do that. You are the most gentle lover I've had since your Daddy taught me about love many years ago."

" My Dad?"

"Yes, I flirted with lots of guys, and played around, but the last time I babysat for you was really my first time. I just turned 18, and wanted to learn about sex. He parked at the Bluffs and we necked. He showed me how to suck cock, and ate my pussy. I didn't care that he was my uncle. He was such a nice but strong man. Then he drove me home. Everyone was asleep, or passed out drunk, so he snuck up to my room, and fucked me. It was great."

Marion told me the affair carried on until she ran away from home. She had sex with every guy who wanted her, but none was as good as that first illicit fling. " Until now, sweetie," she added, "and we haven't really even had sex yet." Her hand idly caressed my flaccid member. " And I suspect this may take a while to recover. Can you guess what I want you to do in the meantime?" she asked, releasing my cock , using that hand to turn my face so I stared at the slow sensuous circles the fingers of the other hand were making in her faint wispy pubic hair.

Her hand then went behind my head , and gently urged me down to her honey pot. I gingerly kissed her alabaster thighs, then teased my cousin's labia just with the tip of my tongue. Her treasures opened to that touch, unfolding as her legs spread wider. I kissed the spot above her slit, then she guided me to her clit. Our fingers played with each other in the cavern below her pearl, opening her wider. She pushed me lower, which I took as a hint to stab my tongue into her like a cock. We both moved our fingers to her clit. As her bottom lifted off the bed, I gently probed her anus with a finger.

"Oh, Robbie," she muttered, " Lick harder." 

Although I had tasted women before, there was something about my experienced, older cousin that felt, and tasted, exotic. Perhaps it was the scented candles, or her musk, or just my lust. Marion had a sweetness that I never found before or after that magic night. As I bounced her clit rapidly in little circular motions, I tasted what I imagined at least to be a galaxy of flavours- rose, peach, cinnamon, sandalwood, and , finally, a gush of pure womanly sex. I lapped as much as I could while Marion settled back onto her bed with a sigh.

While Marion gradually settled down from her orgasm, I delicately scattered kisses across her tummy, lightly grazing it with my lips. I teased her navel with my tongue. I drifted my head along her body, " up" to her pert breasts. I attended to worshiping her sensitive aroused nipples. I carefully drew the right nipple into my lips as I caressed the left breast . Then, I kissed across the shallow valley of her chest, and reversed the process. I felt her hands beginning to tenderly caress my organ. I felt myself swelling again, as I kissed her collarbone, and her throat.

My sexy cousin grasped my hard organ, and as my lips met hers, she thrust my tool into her wet garden of desire. Her hips immediately thrust back, reflecting the urgency of her passion. Having built her excitement during the preliminaries, she was desperate for penetration, and her muscles milked my pulsing member furiously. My tongue explored her mouth. My fingers pinched her nipples, my palms cupped her breasts. She had the proverbial "champagne cup". Just enough, not too much.

Marion's hips bucked vigourously up off the bed, rising then slamming back down. Her passion had overcome her earlier fear that the sleep over guests in the living room would hear. Her hands grasped either side of my face, holding my mouth to hers, as my erection drilled deeply into her wide open wet inner sanctuary. I felt like I was worshiping her beauty , but was removed enough to sense that she was worshiping my penetration. I felt like we were both penitents at the Church of the Perpetual Orgasm.

My hands found my sexy cousin's incredibly firm buttocks. I grasped firmly. The pressure seemed to excite her more. I didn't have to lift her- she was thrashing wildly. The bed thumped the floor furiously, all though of sleeping guests below forgotten as her vaginal muscles gripped my love muscle as tightly as I held her.

Marion somehow snaked a dainty hand under me. Her fingers caressed my balls gently. She started squeezing my sac, increasing the pressure, as I pistoned in and out of her. She moaned continuously. Her flow was tremendous. I barely noticed that she was holding my scrotum tightly. When she suddenly released the pressure, my cum flooded her, mixing with her cream.

I lay on top of my cousin. We were both exhausted. Sunlight began to filter through the window. We realized it was already dawn. We heard sounds from below. Marion's other party guests must be awakening. How would I escape them discovering our incestuous secret? Did I even care? But, I knew that Marion did , so had to formulate a plan quickly.

What to do? I thought ‘If I jump out the window, not only might I hurt myself, but people will wonder where I went.' Then I recalled that no one knew I hadn't just left after they passed out. Marion took command again, anyway, handing me my clothes, opening the window, kissing me deeply. "Thanks", she whispered, " but all great things must wait for another day." 

Out the window I went, hoping to hit Marion's spirea shrubs. Instead, just as I fell, Marion's gal pal, Velvet, walked beneath. We ended up unhurt but jumbled on the ground. My fingers reflexively tweaked the nipple of her mango sized right breast. Velvet giggled, girlishly. " I wondered where you were," she said. " Marion invited me to dinner tomorrow. Care to be my date? I bet the three of us could have a great time." she collected herself, removed my hand from her breast, jumped into her Mustang and drove off.