Roger Hurwell

Family Four-Play

CHAPTER ONE

“I wouldn't mind running my old dipstick into her tank,” said the mechanic wistfully. He idly stood and wiped the grease off his hands as he ogled the young blonde waggling her ass across the used car lot. “Yeah, I know what you mean, Jim,” answered Donald Munday. “I can feel my friend just dying to take a plunge into her tank. And the rest of the chassis isn't too bad, either. Look at the way her ass swings when she walks.” “And don't think she doesn't know it, either. I wonder if she's half as good-looking from the front.” The mechanic heaved a deep sigh. “I'm going to find out.

Rank has its privileges, you know, and owning this entire place certainly has to be one of them.” “Better head off that horny new salesman you hired a couple days ago. I bet he's already homing in on her.” Don looked and saw that the mechanic was right. He wasted no time in going over and cutting the hired help out. Don even had to suck in his breath when he got a good look at the girl's face. It was as beautiful as the hind view of her had promised. The honey-blonde hair fell in soft waves outlining her face. The way she used makeup told him she had to be a model or an actress. The eyelashes were perfect, the eyes superbly lined in, the lip gloss applied with loving care. He wondered if it smeared. He wondered if he would get a chance to find out. “Good afternoon. In the market… for a car?” he asked her. “Ummm, yes,” she cooed. The voice was soft, intimate, a wet dream. He wondered if she always talked this way or if she was coming on to him already. He hoped it was the latter. “A lovely lady like you must be after one of our larger models. Perhaps one like this.” As she turned, he fought to keep his prick from making a betraying bulge in his pants. She bent forward just enough to give him a tantalizing view of her perfectly formed white tits. The way she moved caused the thin fabric of her expensive silk blouse to press firmly against the mushroomlike nipples. Those tiny buttons seemed to grow, as if she knew exactly where he was looking. But Don found himself confused with an abundance of goodies to ogle. The flare of her womanly ass couldn't be bypassed. It was too lovely, too inviting. He could almost imagine himself sidling up behind her, lifting the short skirt, finding her without any panties, then stuffing his prick into her from behind. The feel of her ass fitting perfectly into the curve of his groin would be nice, but he bet the tightness of her pussy squeezing down on his buried cock would be even nicer. Don had to pull himself back to what the girl was saying. He was letting himself drift away in a daydream that, while pleasant, probably wouldn't come true. Chicks this good-looking could pick and choose whom they took to bed with them. And it certainly wouldn't be the owner of a measly car lot.

Maybe an oil sheik or a movie star or a millionaire, but not a poor working stiff. Stiff. He thrust his hands into his pockets to hide exactly how stiff he actually was. To cover it, he said, “A fine model. Like you.” She graced him with a smile that was straight out of a toothpaste commercial. “I don't really have much money. I was thinking of a small foreign car. Good on gas, good mileage.” “You mean you want a car you can go a long ways in.” “Yes, I guess that is what I want. Would you… show me one?” The way she said it left no doubt in his mind exactly what she was asking. He'd have to be a damned fool to turn her down! “Let me go get the keys for this van. Here, allow me to help you up into it. Check it out and I'll be back in a second.” He felt her hand in his, smooth, cool, exciting. It seemed like an eternity walking back to the office to get the ignition key for the van. “Hey, Don,” called the mechanic. “Are you actually going to score with that hot bush out there?” “Looks good.” “Ten says you don't.” “You're covered,” Don laughed.

Then added under his breath, “Like I hope she's going to be-by me!”

Don had hard work not to ran back to the van. That would be unseemly. Besides, it never paid to show too much haste in matters like this. Confidence counted more than anything else. He had to be sure of himself-and that she would come across for him. He pulled himself into the van and asked, “Find everything okay? It's got a small icebox, a range, a TV set, even a nice bed.” “Ummm, yes, I noticed that. So soft, too. And a mirror over it. My, isn't this just a teeny bit hedonistic?” She gave a wiggle which would have given a bronze statue a hard-on. Don swallowed hard when he saw her tits swinging to and fro, the nipples restlessly swishing against the slick silk of her blouse, the extra button that had come undone, the telltale wet spot actually spreading on the front of her skirt.

She was hot and ready to fuck. “That's the way things are these days, Miss… I don't think I caught your name.” “Emily.

Just Emily. Yes, this is just about perfect. Would you mind driving it a bit so I can see how you operate… it?” “Sure, Emily. It's got an automatic transmission. No more clutching or struggling.” “I'm not sure I like all these modern conveniences.” Don laughed and wheeled the gigantic van from the lot. He purred down the freeway for a little while, then pulled into a secluded valley. The tall trees shielded the van from sight from the road and they might as well have been alone on another planet. He scooted out of the seat and went back to sit beside Emily on the soft bed. “There are some features of this lush van that can't be shown while I'm up front. Like this.” His lips crushed against her inviting ones until he was gasping for breath. When her lips parted the smallest amount, he quickly thrust his tongue into her mouth. There, his tongue dueled erotically with hers. Playing hide and seek from one dank, wet oral cavern to another, their tongues played like small children. Her hands were as busy as their tongues. She reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt. In a few seconds she had it stripped entirely off him. He pulled her closer and felt the hard points of her nipples poking into his chest.

The smooth silk of her blouse seemed no barrier at all to sensation.

Heat boiled and communicated itself to him. Pushing her away just a little bit, he was able to slide his hands into the vee neck of her blouse and clutch fiercely at the warm mounds of titflesh inside. The skin was as smooth as the blouse, but infinitely warmer. Shivering with erotic reaction, her tits were growing in size as more and more excited blood pounded into them. He squeezed down hard and she moaned insistently. This was thrilling for both of them but it wasn't enough. He didn't want his tongue to imitate what could be done for real lower. Yet he didn't want to rush her, either. The blonde had to be strung out sexually, then plucked at just the right time if they were both to get the maximum pleasure from this sybaritic lovemaking.

She leaned back and lifted one leg past him. He was treated to a glimpse all the way up her soft inner thigh to her panty-clad snatch.

He felt his prick jerk insistently in his pants. He was going to have to get into some hot and heavy action soon or he would come like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And I'll bet you have other-hidden-talents, too.” His lips kissed her lips before she could reply. He tasted wine-sweet saliva, then moved quickly down the line of her jaw until he came to her shell-like ear. His tongue stabbed out, cock-hard, into the aural channel. She pressed even closer to him, moaning softly, her hands fumbling with his belt. “Ummm, oh!” she exclaimed. “Your cock! It's so much bigger than I thought it was going to be. And I had thought it was huge from the way your pants tented up back at the lot!” Her hand was warm and demanding on his erect pillar of cock. When she began stroking up and down it, he felt tremors shooting into his balls and throughout his groin. A quick glance up at the mirror on the wall of the van showed her honey-blonde hair spilling across both them, drowning them in sweet fragrances that he associated with flowers on a spring day. Somehow, she managed to get his pants off. He didn't even remember how she did it, he was so lost in lust for her. Her panties yielded to his persistent fingers. He ran them under the elastic band, then he pulled and pulled and pulled until the resisting fabric began to flow over the curve of her bulging ass. The snowy white half-moons of her behind could then be nakedly cupped in his hand. Lifting her off the bed slightly, he parted her cunt lips with the tip of his prick. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Go on, get it on! I want to feel that big swollen cylinder of virility inside me. I want you to fuck me with it! Fuck my poor little pussy good!” “Don't rush it, darling, don't rush it,” he whispered hotly in her ear. Just the feel of his breath gusting across her sensitive flesh made her even hotter for him. She reached out and her arms circled around his neck. She pulled him close so that his body crushed down on hers-hard. “This is the way I love it,” she sighed. He could feel her heaving tits under his chest. When she spread her legs wantonly for him, he knew that this afternoon was going to be anything but dull. He positioned himself so that the knobby head of his prick just touched her trembling pussy lips.

The- blood-filled flaps of flesh guarding her inner fastness were damp with her lust. Her cunt was pumping out her love-juices at a fantastic rate. But he didn't simply shove his prick balls-deep into her. That would be crass and everything about this hot bush told him she was class, all class, in everything she did. The least he could do was deliver his best-ever fucking for her. He teased her cunt lips with the tip of his prick until he felt his balls begin to lurch and churn in their hairy little bag. The lead-heavy stew of his jism finally forced him onward. The pain he was experiencing had to be offset by a sudden release-but not quite yet. There was new territory to explore. Lots of juicy, soft, yielding territory all the way up her cunt. He buried the head of his cock between her inner pussy lips. The pink, scalloped cunt lips flapped and caressed his cock in a lewd, wet kiss. He shoved his hips forward another inch. His prick was entering hot country now. He had to work to hold back the rising tide of his come. There was plenty more to do-plenty more pleasurable things to do. He had just begun to fuck her and already her sucking cunt was pulling at his prick, trying to milk him of every last drop of his pearly white jizz. “Ummm, you're killing me!” she cried out. Her fingers tore at his naked back and left bloody tracks. He saw her open her eyes and stare off distantly into the mirror. He knew she was being treated to a rare sight. His long, rigid shaft of cock was vanishing between the lips of her cunt. Every single detail was reflected back perfectly. As soon as she realized this was live action she was seeing and not simply a picture, he felt her tight pussy clamp down even harder on his cock. “I have not yet begun to fuck!” he loudly proclaimed. Another inch of his prick disappeared into her greedy cunt. She was working her velvet-hung cunt walls all around him now. They felt as if they were massaging his cock, teasing it, toying with it. He responded by shooting in another couple inches of his cock. She groaned and closed her eyes. The look on her face seemed to be more a mask, a mask of carnal delight. When his balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass, he paused for a moment to revel in the heat and cunt juice soaking into his prick. The way his cock pulsed and throbbed, he wondered how long he could keep control.

Usually he had an iron control and could fuck all night. There was something about this blonde beauty, however, that sapped his stamina and made him want to blow his wad in a hurry. It wasn't her cunt, even though it was about the tightest he'd ever fucked into. The heat seething in her deepest recesses made his prick shudder with delight.

The juice trickling out of her cunt around the thick plug of his prick tickled his balls as it dripped onto the bed. But that wasn't what aroused him the most about the woman, either. The entire package of woman was what turned him on the most. He loved the long, tapering legs snaking around his waist, ankles locked tightly behind his back, forcing him deeper and deeper into her cunt with every single thrust.

He loved the perfume of her arousal. The odors assailing his nose made him even hornier. He loved everything about this lovely blonde woman, spread so lewdly for his fucking pleasure. “Faster, fuck me faster, you son of a bitch,” she moaned. The words seemed to get her even hotter than she was. He felt her pussy squeeze down tight on his cock as she mouthed the words. If it was “naughty” words she liked, he'd give them to her! “Your cunt's so fucking tight around my cock, I can barely stand it. You're the best fuck I've had in ages!

Give me some more of that sweet little pussy of yours!” The words turned her into a hellcat. She clawed and scratched and drove her snatch down hard over the impaling spike of his cock. He gasped and really began to stroke into her softly yielding pussy. Nothing else seemed to matter to him in the whole world now. He was fucking a beautiful, willing, wanton young girl and he was enjoying the hell out of it. “More,” she sobbed, the tears of joy running down her cheeks. “Give me more of that monster prick of yours. It… it's stretching me in all sorts of ways inside. You're tearing me apart with your cock!” He pulled out of her clinging cunt. A lewd sucking noise sounded and he had to look to see what was happening.

Just the thick, purple glans of his prick remained between the delicately scalloped pink inner lips of her cunt. Her cunt walls were so tight around his cock that he'd formed an intense vacuum as he pulled back. The obscene sucking noise filled him with more desire than he would have thought possible. Everything about fucking this agreeable woman turned him on just a little bit more. Bracing himself on the bed and taking one more long look at the scene in the mirror beside the bed, he drove his prick back into her cunt. The sight of his long, red cock being sucked up between the fluttery cunt lips was almost as big a turn-on as the feelings assaulting his body. The way her cunt clutched at him as he drove forward threatened to rob him of the hard-held jism locked up in his balls. When he felt his bush grinding against the blonde pubis of the woman, he hesitated for a moment to revel in the warmth and wetness of her pussy. She began twisting her hips from side to side in such a way that he was having to work harder and harder to keep from coming. He had never felt such pressures inside his balls as he felt now. She had a way of working him to a fever pitch, then enticing him to jet out his come before he was really ready to do that. “Fuck harder, faster! Fuck my cunt faster!” she demanded. Opening her blue eyes about halfway, she looked up into the man's sweaty face, then glanced over into the mirror beside the bed. A new perspective on the fucking-she felt the sexual tensions snap inside her. The sight of her cunt being filled to overflowing with cock set off another orgasm. She screamed out a long, heartfelt “Aiiiiiieeeeee!” and her hips went wild. Thrashing around, writhing in the ultimate human pleasure, nothing mattered to her now except the long, hot poker of manmeat buried all the way up her wet pussy. It was the center of her universe and she revolved around it. Each and every corner of his cock was revealed to her. She could feel the thick blue vein on the top of his prick pulse and buck with his hidden heartbeat. The throbbing glans spread out like a fan and pressed erotically into her pussy walls. She'd thought no man was big enough to stretch her cunt in new and different directions.

She hadn't met Don before. Even the shaft of his prick rubbed sensually against her pussy and made it sing a song of joy that had been lacking. When his fingers stroked through her blonde pussy fur and sought out her clit, she came again. And the finger pressing down into the tiny spire of erectile tissue brought her off still another time. And another and another and another. She was dimly aware of what was going on outside her body. She could hear the man grunting with the exertion of fucking her. Realizing her pussy was convulsing powerfully along his cock, she got off again. The lightest of touches was all it took to make her soar and glide on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy blowing through her lithe, trim body.

And he was stroking constantly along her tiny clit to make sure she was as strung-out sexually as was possible. If he gave the thrill of a lifetime, she was doing the same to him. The man saw the heaving tits and had to bend forward to suck in the nipple of her left boob.

His tongue pressed hard against the nipple and he felt it slowly expand as more and more blood pounded into the tiny little pillar.

Rolling the nipple around with the tip of his tongue set off another come in her athletic, trim body. Everything was setting off her intense emotions now. Even his fucking was thrown off by the berserk motions of her hips. He decided that he'd better concentrate on his own emotions. The way his prick was paining him now was almost criminal, yet he wanted the maximum possible pleasure from this fucking. He might never again get a chance to screw such a beautiful woman. Her appearance hinted at her being a professional model or an actress; the way she fucked told him she was a sensuous woman who loved to ball. He wasn't about to give her anything less than his best performance in bed. Driving his cock in and out with short, quick strokes, he felt the friction mount rapidly. His cock began to expand as more of his own heated blood throbbed into it. When the fiery tide of his come began inching along his battering ram of flesh, he knew he would have to hurry. Spewing out his creamy load was only seconds away. His hips exploded in a frenzy of activity. He felt the woman convulse with a powerful orgasm, then his prick exploded like a stick of dynamite. He jetted out bullet after gooey bullet of jism into her greedy, sucking cunt. Whitewashing her pussy walls with his manseed, he rocked and fucked and drove into her belly until he was exhausted. He kept fucking until his prick was not only drained of all jism, but was beginning to go flaccid inside her still churning pussy.

“Ummrn,” she sighed, her arms stroking his upper arms now instead of clawing at them, “you're one hell of a fine fuck. We're going to have to do this again sometime.” He smiled down at her. “Any time you want, Emily.” He heaved a deep breath and wiped… the sweat from his forehead. Looking down at his prick, he realized they'd really mussed up the bed in the van. What the hell-it was a small price to pay for the best afternoon of his life. Never had he gotten off so strongly, never had he enjoyed fucking quite so much-not even with his wife. “Back to the lot it is, then,” she said, beginning to straighten her short skirt. “I've still got to look around to see what you've got for sale that's more in my price range. I love this van, but it's just too expensive for me.” “Maybe we can work out some easy terms-easy for both of us,” Don said. Her smile assured him such a thing might not only be possible, it might be enjoyable for both of them. He drove back to the lot with a warmth in his groin and in his mind. He was so distracted by the woman's beauty, it took him most of the rest of the afternoon to remember to collect his ten dollars from the mechanic. That was one bet worth winning!

CHAPTER TWO

“Sure you don't mind me borrowing the car, Dad?” asked Fred. His father looked distracted and Fred knew why. Not only the mechanic but three of the salesmen had regaled him with tales of how his father picked up a really foxy blonde and drove her out to a deserted spot beside the road in the country and banged the living hell out of her. Fred didn't mind that part of it was much as he did not getting to see the type of woman his dad enjoyed laying.

“Hell, of course not, Fred. I've got a solid acre of cars out there. Go on and finish off your running around and I'll make sure Jim gets to work on your car right away. Shouldn't be much bother. Just a little bit of a glitch in the timing chain.” “Whatever you say.

You're the one who knows cars.” With that Fred picked up the keys to the family car and left. Whistling to himself all the way to the library, Fred mentally went over what he knew was going to happen hidden in the stacks. Amid the books, he'd find that sexy librarian, talk with her a few minutes until they were both simply too hot to stand it any longer, then they'd ball. That was the way he planned to spend the afternoon, at any rate. Whether it came out that way or not was something else. But it never hurt to try. His father's little escapade with the blonde had proven that. Sometimes all you had to do was ask. Fred loped up the steps to the library, taking them two at a time. His cock was making him acutely uncomfortable. The way it tented his trousers in the crotch was open advertisement of his excitement. He passed by the librarian at the front desk without so much as a second glance. She was old and dumpy and frowzy and snapped at him to keep quiet all the time. She was nothing like the luscious librarian in the hack of the stacks. He walked up and down row after row of musty books, reveling in the odor. There was something exciting to him about the smell of ancient books. The feel of their cracked spines, brittled pages, tattered edges made him come alive. It was as if he felt as young and feisty as they did old and tired.

Her perfume was the first thing he detected. Sniffing at the old books had its advantages. He might have blundered onto the woman and ruined everything if he hadn't detected the faint odor of jasmine. She always wore jasmine; it was her favorite and he'd given her a small, expensive bottle of it for her birthday. Fred edged around the end of the bookcase and peered down the aisle. Perched precariously atop a movable stepladder was Gloria and the sight was almost enough to make him lose it right then and there. His cock tried to turn cartwheels in his pants at the sight of her long, lithe legs exposed all the way up to the curve of her ass. The way she stretched made her every contour all the more provocative. Her tits bulged wonderfully against her blouse in a very unlibrarian fashion. She had big ones he loved tonguing and taking into his mouth to suck. The memory of his mouth all over her snowy white mounds of titflesh thrilled him, spurred him on. And, while she was almost twice his age, there was a youthfulness to her that the teenager appreciated. In addition, he knew she had the experience to pleasure him, no matter what his mood. She knew all the right things to do and say, how to cajole him into giving his best performance sexually, even how to make sure they both got one huge charge out of fucking. Screwing in the stacks like they did was part of it. These were public books, and every now and then someone wandered back here to check on one of the dusty tomes. They could be caught fucking if anyone did venture back at the wrong -right!-time. But that added a certain zest to the fucking that would have been lacking otherwise. Gloria knew that and made sure that Fred did, too. She was a great fuck. He walked on cat's feet to a position behind her. Looking up, he could see her shocking-pink silk panties nicely filled by the bulge of her ass. She was wearing smoky pantyhose pulled up snugly around her upper thighs and lips. Those would have to go, just like the panties. He couldn't fuck her tightly clinging pussy with them in the way. Reaching up, the youth ran his hand lightly up the inside of her tights. She almost fell off the ladder in surprise. “Who? Oh, it's you, Fred. I wondered if you'd, ummmmmm, that's nice, if you'd come by today.” “I wouldn't miss it for the world. Just stand there for a second.” His eager fingers worked upwards under the band of her pantyhose. In a quick move, he pulled them over the bulge of her behind and stripped them from her trim, slender legs. He loved the feel of her satiny skin, especially her inner thighs. Nothing excited him more, except actual fucking, than to draw his fingers up and down the woman's legs.

Sometimes he could feel her flesh trembling in anticipation. Other times, the skin was cool and firm, demanding that he use all his skill to make it quiver with excitement. “Step out of them,” he ordered. She did, balancing herself against the bookcase as she did so. She towered over him in this position. Her pussy was almost at his face level and that gave them both the same idea at the same time.

“Go on,” she urged. “Do it. Eat my pussy!” Her own fingers pulled insistently at the elastic band of her pink panties. The silken material followed the pantyhose down the ivory pillars of her legs to expose her black furred pussy mound. He licked his lips at the sight of her lovely cunt. The dewy drops from her pussy juices were beading on the blue-tinged lips guarding her inner delights. Pressing his cheek against her pussy mound, he breathed hard for a moment. She was slowly opening her legs to him so that he could work his mouth to the spot where it would turn them both on the most. He moved his Lips to her pussy lips. A rough pink tongue swirled out and dragged across the excited, blood-engorged flaps hiding her cauldron of seething carnality. His tongue stabbed out, cock-hard, and plunged deep into her cunt. The woman shuddered and her legs pressed hard against the teenager's ears. For a moment, he was dead and almost blind, but his senses of taste and smell and touch were running wild.

The acrid, biting taste of an aroused woman assailed his tastebuds. He rolled his tongue around just inside the woman's pussy and lapped up all the salty juices he could. Jaws straining, he drove his tongue even deeper and felt the velvety lining of her pussy. He stroked up and down a few times, just beginning a really fine tongue-fucking, then stopping. He wanted her as strung-out sexually as he could get her. That way they'd both get off in a big way later.

Later, when he really fucked her with his throbbing, paining cock.

“Ummm, no,” she said suddenly. “No, Fred, you shouldn't be doing this. And not here, not in public. Someone might see us.” “The hell with that. We both know what we want-it's each other. Don't deny it. And fuck all the nosy people who might intrude on us. Hell, we'll give them a premier performance. We'll fuck so good that we might be invited to Carnegie Hall to do it on stage. Wouldn't that be something, to fuck in front of thousands of people?” He felt her legs twitch at the thought of anyone seeing them screwing. He knew her protests were simply designed to make him respond and turn her on a bit more. His tongue busied itself running over the thick patch of pussy fur and then down to her cunt lips. The agitated flaps of skin were throbbing harder and harder now. When he saw her tiny little clit begin to poke meekly from its fold of protective flesh, he knew she was about ready to fuck. Another quick lick along her cunt lips, then his hands went to her trim waist and lifted. She came off the ladder easily and flowed into his arms. The woman was a few inches shorter than he and a perfect fit for the circle of his arms. But it wasn't simply his arms he wanted near her. His cock heaved and bucked harder as it was pressed between their bodies. She reached down and stroked his prick gently, starting at the base and working toward the plum-tipped glans. He groaned and almost lost his balance as waves of delight assailed his senses. He pressed closer, lifted her skirt around her waist and drove his cock for the erotic target of her sex lips. Even with her guiding hand firmly placed on his long pole, he missed. The blunted head of his cock skittered down the well-greased gash and came out poking between the thick, meaty slabs of her asscheeks. They were pressed as close together as a man and woman could get. He felt her nipples hardening and poking into his chest through her thin blouse. She wore no bra. That wasn't according to the dress codes required by the library, but few objected.

Especially the male users of the library. Not for the first time, Fred wondered how many of those men this sexy bitch fucked back here in the semi-privacy of the stacks. And then it didn't matter to him anymore. Her mouth found his and a tongue as rough and wet and demanding as his own speared into his mouth. She rolled hers around a few limes in the dank, wet cavern, then retreated to say, “Hmmm, you taste good. I taste good. That's my cunt juice still on your tongue!”

Fred didn't trust himself to answer. He was afraid his voice might tremble or crack with emotion. He lowered his prick and aimed upwards for her twat again. This time, with their combined efforts, he hit dead center on her cunt hole. The very end of his cock vanished between those sucking, demanding cunt lips, then paused for a moment.

He let the heat boiling from her excited pussy warm his cock. The juices running out around the thick plug of his prick dribbled down the sides of his shaft and lubricated him for the fucking yet to come.

When he felt ready to continue, he raised his body and sent his pillar of manhood exploring into wonderfully feminine territory. The teenager felt the librarian's cunt slowly enfold him. The warmth tried to melt his eager rod of cock. He gulped and shoved a little deeper into her juicy interior. The way he felt the walls of her pussy turn from soft to demanding sent tiny volts of carnal electricity zinging into his balls. The hairy little bag containing his nuts tightened a little and made the lead-heavy jism inside come to a boil. “This isn't the place for fucking,” she said softly, hotly, enticingly in his ear. Her lips touched the lobe of his ear as her tongue shot out and plunged down into the aural channel. When she began slowly flicking her tongue in and out, he knew she wanted more of his cock.

His trouble was all physical. He couldn't support her weight and adequately give her all the cock she was begging for-or he wanted to give her! He would have to change that. Awkwardly, making certain his prick never left its warm, thrilling berth in her twat, he spun around and made his way to a tiny chair sitting behind a wooden desk fastened to the wall. When he reached the chair, he gratefully collapsed into it. She moved quickly to straddle his lap, her legs on either side of the chair. Facing him, she was able to kiss and lick all over his face. And he received an added thrill as her tits crushed hard into his chest again. Reaching up, the teenager took firm grips on both those creamy mounds of solid titflesh. Stroking from the base to the very tip, he coursed over the satiny skin and quickly discovered the bumpy areola. Thumb and forefinger seized eagerly on her nipple and rolled the hard little pebble around in a circle until she began to moan and thrash around on his lap. The way her pussy clutched harder at his deeply buried cock told him of her rampaging lusts as much as any other reaction. Through the nubbin of flesh he held so firmly between his fingers, he could sense her heart beating faster and faster. He was exciting her. He was turning her on. He was the one she lusted after. She placed her hands on his shoulders and used the leverage to pull herself up and off his prick. When only the glans of his quaking manhood remained poised inside her, she hesitated for a moment and said, “It feels so damned good in me! And I'm a greedy bitch. I want it all. All!” She simply relaxed and let gravity pull her hips down to his lap again. The chair creaked under the impact of her crotch against his. The youth's heavy cock shot into her cunt and seared its way into her belly, driving her wild with lust. No longer could she restrain herself now. She had to have every single inch of that prick, fast, hard, deep. Nothing less would do. The woman began fucking herself with impressive speed. She levered her body up and her cunt tried vainly to hang on to the cock sliding like a steely piston from her oily insides. A sucking noise echoed down the rows of bookcases. Neither of them noticed or cared.

Let the entire world come and watch them fucking. All that counted to them now was the delightful sensation of a manly, virile cock surging hard into her pussy. Rising and falling, she built up friction inside. The tiny fires that had been blazing now flared into all-out fires that threatened to consume her totally. When the friction of his huge cockhead rubbing against her pussy walls was no longer enough stimulation for her, she began corkscrewing down into his lap. This sent his cock spiraling into her seething passion pit. Female crotch ground excitingly into male. She felt his wet pubic hair rubbing and dragging across her clit. This was all the trigger she needed to get off. Her insides convulsed once, then she exploded like an atomic bomb. Her hips shot up and down in a frenzy of orgasm as her cunt gripped harder around the youth's cock. She felt the thick arrowhead of his prick expand and fill her to overflowing. The way he stretched her already tight cunt made her come all the more powerfully. She continued fucking herself on the teenager's prick until the sweat ran down her face. She could even feel it trickling between her huge tits.

When the teenager saw this, his face dived to the deep canyon formed by her knockers and his tongue shot out to lick and lap up the salty fluid. The sensations of his fingers tweaking and fondling her nipples and the wetness of his rough tongue all over the area between her boobs made her chest feel on fire. Every breath was a sweet agony.

Liquid fire burned deep inside her and her throat felt as if it were covered with sandpaper. And she came again. The delight of his prick warming her pussy and the way his mouth and hands worked on her tits seemed to collide around her belly. There, the wondrous sensations mixed into another bomb-blast of delight. She came and came and came like a human machine gun firing. The woman was dimly aware of the arms circling her body to keep her from toppling backwards. She planted her feet more firmly on the floor and shoved up and relaxed, up and down, fucking away merrily to get the maximum from his cock. Every little wrinkle and contour of its buried length gave her a different type of thrill. The knobby head split her apart inside. Never had she found any man with so large a cockhead. And the big blue vein pulsing hotly on the top made her respond in tempo with it. Every fucking stroke of that cock into her steamy interior was in time so that they both built up their emotions to the breaking point before coming. She didn't like little comes. They were okay, but it wasn't much more than catching her breath. If at all possible, she liked to savor these sensations ripping through her body, store them up and then release all the intense sexual energy in one smashing orgasm. By fucking herself on the upright cock, she could pace herself, please herself and give just the right amounts of stimulation to the proper areas of her cunt. But nothing was perfect. She would have liked to sit there all day fucking herself, controlling the sexual tensions inside her and then having the ultimate orgasm. The way his bush tickled her clit made the tiny go-button throb with unrequited lust. It demanded attention and grew until it received more and more. The way her skin stretched around her pussy lips every time she drove that heavenly spike of cock into her pussy stimulated her clitoris, too. It bent and jerked in rhythm to her fucking and became more and more sensitive as it lengthened. She was totally incoherent and mumbling nonsense by the time the wet strands of the teenager's bush tangled around her clit and triggered still another come. She fucked herself hard to get the most out of it. And the way his hands fondled and gripped first her tits, then her ass made her come even more satisfying. She could feel his steely fingers pulling her asscheeks apart, fingers driving into the humid crack and toying with her asshole. When a finger actually stabbed up into the tiny ring of her anal sphincter, she came again. The feeling assaulting her body came from all over now. Every erogenous zone demanded equal time-and all of them were making her come like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers! “Ummmm, oh, your cock! It's swollen big in me. And that Finger up my ass is driving me out of my head!” She fell it wiggle and twitch, then dig a little deeper into her rectum. When he began to stroke his own prick through the thin inner walls of her body, she came again. His every movement was electric for her. No matter how she turned-or not-he was giving her one hell of a lot of sexual stimulation. Her tits crushed against his broad chest, his, mouth sought hers and his tongue duplicated what is cock was doing, and that finger up her asshole! As it slowly worked in and out of her anus, it built up a heat inside her body such as she'd never known before. Her hips moved faster up and down the greased pole of his cock. She felt her cunt begin to tense around it in preparation for still another come. Her clit throbbed and felt as big as a football. The lightest, most feathery touch made her all too aware of her own arousal. Her tits contained more blood than she'd have thought possible. They were pumped up like overinflated balloons.

And that ass-fucking finger! It refused to let her rest. It drove her on to fuck herself harder on his prick. No matter how she turned and twisted, bounced or dodged, it was there and driving hard up into her guts. The tingles of orgasm rapidly passed the point where she could control it. She was an over-pressurized vessel with only one safety valve: orgasm. She came, her hips hunching up and down on the teenager's cock until she was sure she would wear him down to a nubbin. Nothing of the sort happened. If anything, his cock grew bigger inside the tight confines of her pussy channel. She didn't quite understand that. The woman realized her collapsing cunt was due to her own climax, but why should his prick continue to grow larger?

He began stirring restlessly on the chair under her. He met her downward drives with an upward thrust that jarred her teeth together.

His finger fucking all the way up her ass began to twitch spastically.

Then she realized he wasn't able to hang on to his control any longer.

Her fucking had warmed his prick to the point where his white-hot jism would soon erupt and cream her cunt. “More,” he demanded, “give me more! Faster!” And his finger guided her in the speed and tempo he desired. He controlled her totally now through the use of that single digit. He could feel his own prick coming and going through her delicate inner membrane. Being able to stroke his own cock like this gave him a feeling of power he'd never felt before. He came, his jism fountaining out in thick, gooey strands to whitewash the interior of her love tunnel. He felt her pussy contract powerfully around him, then he gasped and abandoned his senses to the delights of simply shooting out gob after gob of his come. The pair locked together and rocked and fucked and clutched fiercely at each other until their mutual passions had died down a little bit. Then, his prick beginning to go limp inside her still convulsing pussy, he had to be content with holding the librarian close to him and feeling the powerful beat of her heart through the marshmallowy mound of titflesh. “That was nice,” she said softly. If anyone had been standing five feet away, they wouldn't have been able to hear her words. Equally softly, he replied, “I love you, Gloria, I love the way your tight little pussy can clutch me so damned tight!” He grunted as she tensed, then relaxed those muscles around his softening prick. That muscular spasm was all it took to squirt his limp cock from her pussy amid a flow of manseed and love juice. “I wish we could stay here all day and fuck. It gets so dreary back here, all alone.” Fred laughed at the woman. “Lonely? You're not fooling me. I bet I'm only one in a long string you've got coming back here.” She smiled a dazzling smile and shook her head, a strand of brunette hair falling into her eyes for a moment. “You're the only one, Fred. Really.”

“I don't know whether to believe you or not, Mom,” he said, looking his mother, Gloria Munday, square in the eye. “You shouldn't contradict your parents. Now be a good boy and let me up.

Those strong arms of yours are squeezing the life out of me.”

“Just like that nice little pussy of yours did to me!” he joked.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Exactly the same.”

CHAPTER THREE

“I'd better cover up a little. I don't want that nosey Constance Prunewhip coming back here and snitching on me to the boss.” “Who?” “Oh, you probably saw her. The old woman in the paisley dress out front. The one who thought the Victorian era was racy.” Gloria stood and straightened her skirt. Fred couldn't help noticing that she stood with her legs held just a bit too far apart as if the fucking had really put the ache into her joints. “I guess so. I was in a hurry to get back here. I could have passed her by and never noticed. I take it she has the bright idea of enforcing her morality on everyone else?” “You got it, Fred.” Gloria sighed as she leaned back against one of the bookshelves. “Connie sounds like some crusader for the WCTU out of the early part of the century. Real Bible-thumping fury and all that. You can almost hear her screaming 'immoral' at some of the books on the shelves around here.”

“Here?” Fred said in disbelief. “Yon don't have anything in the public library that could be considered racy. Hell, if you did, I'd be checking more books out!” Gloria smiled at her son and shook her head. “Connie considers Shakespeare to have been the randiest of writers. And I caught her reading one the other day. I suppose she's trying to find out what all the sin's about. Poor dear, I doubt if she's ever tasted any in her withered-up life.” “Not like you, Mom!” “I don't really consider anything I've ever done to be all that sinful. Not even this little assignation with you today, Fred.

After all, we're both old enough to know what we want. And we want each other. That seems to be as natural a thing as there can be in the world.” “I'm sure others wouldn't agree,” Fred said. Then, in a lower voice, he went on. “Do you and Dad feel the same way-about each other?” The woman had a stricken look on her face that quickly melted to be replaced by a mask of gentility. “Of course. Your father can do as he pleases and I do as I like. That's what makes our marriage work so well.” “Dad went out and knocked off a piece today. Some really foxy-looking chick that came in asking for a car.”

“And he couldn't deny her a little test drive, is that it?” snapped Gloria, blood rushing to her cheeks and making her flush with anger. “I thought everything was okay between you. Look, Mom, I know that you and Dad haven't been getting along too well lately. The way you look at each other, the things you say-and don't say-all make you sound like a liar when you tell me your marriage is okay.”

Gloria turned and crossed her arms, accentuating the swell of her ample tits. Fred took a deep breath as he saw his mother trying to control her anger. The very act that had made her mad, also made her more desirable to him. The flush in her cheeks, the way her tits rose and fell with each heavy breath, even the way she held her body all sent tremors pulsing through his prick. But he couldn't get it up again, not this soon after fucking his mother. It just wasn't possible. Nor was it possible for him to desire her physically any less. His mouth literally watered at the thought of her tasty twat. To wrap his lips around her sex Lips and suck on them, then drive his tongue deep into her pussy would be the closest thing to heaven on earth he could find. “… so we ignore each other more,” she was saying. His mind had drifted away from the conversation for a moment as he thought how great it would be to tongue-fuck his mother. “Everything we do seems to drive us farther apart so we don't do much of anything anymore. Even in bed.” “Maybe you're both getting bored with marriage. Have you tried anything to put the old spark back into it? Or are you too much buried in a rut? A rut's only a grave with the ends knocked out, you know.” “What are you talking about, Fred? There's no real boredom when Don's fucking me.

It's… good.” “And maybe the same. All the time the same. That could be one reason you enjoy having me come around so much. It's different, it's illicit, it's got an element of danger involved as long as we fuck here in public. Has Dad ever balled you in public?

Like this?” “No,” she reluctantly admitted. “It just didn't seem to come up.” “It did for that slinky blonde he fucked to-day,”

Fred said. “And it can if you sort of seduce him. You know, the usual stuff you women use on us men. A little ear-nibbling like this.” He stood close behind his mother, his hands going around her waist to prevent her from moving away. His teeth lightly gnawed on the lobe of her right ear. His hot breath came and sensitized the already delicate flesh and when his tongue stabbed out hard as a prick, she pressed back against his body. “Hmmm, that's nice, Fred. I like it. A lot. But, hey, what are you doing now?” His hands worked their way up under her skirt again and he stroked across her pussy mound. He found what he'd expected to find; her cunt was already dribbling out a flow of tasty fuck juices. His finger carried a little bit of the lubricant from the flowing well of her sex to the tiny clit once again poking up. It demanded attention and he gave all he could to that little pleasure center. His mother caught her breath and held it as he fingered her clit. The tiny nubbin of erectile flesh quivered under his manipulations. As he toyed with it more, his mother moaned out, “I need you, Fred. Please, fuck me again! I feel so empty inside! My cunt is hungry for cock!” He checked his own responses and decided there was no way in hell he could get another hard-on so soon, even for such a worthy cause as this. But there were other things. He'd begun eating the woman out when he decided he'd have to get his prick into her and fuck her. Now that his cock was out of the running, it was up to him to get his tongue back in. Abandoning her ear, he dropped to his knees. Hidden fingers slowly balled up her skirt and pulled it above the flare of hey ass. The white demiglobes shone in the dim light in the stacks. His tongue flashed out, wet and rough and hard. He licked from the bottom of that smooth moon of asscheek across to the other buttock and then back down to the crease between her ass and leg. Pressing his tongue down hard, he could feel her flesh quiver and pulse wildly. “More, Fred, give me all you can! My pussy is soooooo neeeedy!” He didn't have to be told twice. The first time he applied his tongue to her satiny buttocks, he felt the added flow from her twat. The cunt juices now drenched his hand. Beginning a slow, methodical finger-fucking, he prepared her for what was to come.

Moving down into the deep canyon between her meaty asscheeks proved more delightful than he'd thought it would be. He tasted all the womanly tastes in addition to the heat and need boiling out of her body. Plunging to the bottom of the humid trench, he found her tightly puckered asshole. It appeared none the worse for wear and tear from his little ass-fucking with his finger while he had screwed her with his cock. “Ummm, that's wonderful, Freddie darling,” she cooed.

“Your tongue makes me weak and watery inside.” He could tell from the way her cunt was gushing forth a steady stream of her inner oils now. His hand felt as if he'd stuffed it into a can of motor oil. His tongue snaked out and lightly flicked the rim of the anus. She moaned again and bent forward from the waist to give him a better shot at her anal sphincter muscle. Licking harder now, he laved the tiny hole with all his might. The chary ring of muscle finally decided to relax a little. That was all the opening he needed. His tongue shot up into her rectum and was instantly seized by the collapsing muscle again.

For a ghastly instant, he thought he'd stuck his tongue into a guillotine. Then he flexed his muscles a bit and began a slow tongue-fucking of her butt that made the woman weep openly. He barely heard her for the drum sounds of his own pulse hammering in his temples. This was exciting him more than he would have ever believed possible. The firmness of her body all around his tongue, the heat, the pressure, the way she responded, all drove him on to do even better work. “Tongue-fuck my ass good, Freddie, tongue-fuck me goooood!” she begged. Her asscheeks were quivering now as if some internal earthquake made them shiver and shake. His own cheeks pressed firmly into the rounded mounds of flesh and warmed them, was warmed by them. His tongue thrust even deeper and his jaws began to ache and crack from the strain. Still, he couldn't stop. Not now, not after getting off to such a stimulating start. He picked up the tempo of his tongue-fucking and made her come. It wasn't much of a come but it was an indication how turned on she was by this. As he moved from her asshole to her gaping pussy, he called out, “Is anyone coming? Can they see us? I wouldn't want to be caught!” The words weren't inquiry. He couldn't have cared less if anyone was wandering down the long rows of books or not. He wanted his mother to be fully aware of the exposed nature of this oral sex. He wanted her to thrill with delight at the possibility of someone seeing her son eating her out in plain view. That would give her an even headier thrill when he managed to work his tongue all the way up her Cunt. And it did. The teenager could hardly believe it that his feathery touch across her clit got his mother off in such a big way. She actually screamed out loud and shoved her hips back firmly into his face. He was hunched down behind her now, bending forward at an unnatural angle to make sure his mouth was firmly planted on her cunt. When she spread her legs wide, he slipped through and lay down on his back. Reaching up, his mouth properly sought and found all the right places. His bumpy tongue shot into her cunt and stirred hidden passions there. In addition, he was able to savor the woman-wine frothing around inside.

“Oh, God, I can't stand it,” she moaned out loudly. “Go on and tongue fuck me as hard as you can. My… my cunt needs itttttt!”

He whirled his tongue around inside his mother's pussy for a moment, then slowly withdrew it. She bent forward and placed her arms on a convenient bookshelf, then laid her forehead on the crossed arms for support. Thrusting her hips backwards and down spread her cunt lips even more for his erotic attentions. He hesitated and thought out what he wanted to do to her oozing pussy. He could tongue fuck her until she got off again. Or he could try and wiggle that agile tongue of his back into her tight little asshole. That had given him one hell of a big thrill going all the way up into her shit chute. It had surprised him that he would enjoy it at all. Or he could continue to give her clit all the oral attention he could. He knew that was the center of all his mother's pleasure. He decided to start at the front and work back. His tongue looped and curled through the bushy pussy fur. Tiny spires of wet hair rose under his educated tongue's urging. She was moaning softly as he came back to the leading edge of her cunt lips. Sticking up there bold as could be was her needy clitoris. He couldn't go on and ignore it much longer, not the way it was bucking and thrashing around. Pressing his tongue against it, he felt her heart beating firmly. He began stroking from the base to the pointy tip with the end of his tongue. Each stroke made her entire body shake with delight. He could guess at the fiery passions smashing into his mother's gut every time he licked to the very tip.

“It… it's super, Fred,” she panted, “But I want to feel that fucking tongue of yours deep inside me. DEEP!” He wasn't going to be hurried. He continued to give careful, loving attention to her clit. The tiny go-button was actually growing under his tongue. His oral organ stroked and toyed with it, teasing the little nubbin until it throbbed hard and long. He sucked it between his lips and teased it even more with his hard teeth. The contrast of hard, pearly teeth and soft, sucking lips set her off. Her entire body shook but her hips began to buck so hard he couldn't keep his mouth pressed to her clit.

He allowed her to come, then hastily reapplied his mouth to her pussy.

His oral lips met her sex lips and her passions once again broke wildly. He reached up and grabbed a double handful of ass flesh.

It was the only way he could find to keep his mouth where he wanted it-and where his mother desired it the most. The rampant passions smashing into her tender body refused to allow him to eat her out properly in any other way. Tongue driving hard into her cunt hole, he started a methodical tongue-fucking that wouldn't stop even during several comes. The frothy juices boiling from her twat almost drowned him. And he kept sucking as hard as he could to get as much of the tasty sauce into his mouth. Lips coated with the thick oils, he appeared to have applied a glossy lipstick. The youth's mouth was restless. He moved back from her spasming cunt to her perineum. Light nips with his teeth aroused her even more and when he finally got his tongue back up her asshole, she came again. This time, she threatened to make him permanently deaf and blind. Her soft inner thighs crushed his ears to the sides of his head and cut off all chance of sound penetrating to him. And she shoved her snatch downward in a vain attempt to get his tongue back into her cunt. The motion only drove the hard pink spike into her asshole. That was good enough for the youth. He didn't much care now if his tongue found its warm berth in her ass or her pussy. It was almost the same to him. He enjoyed the sensation of his tongue being sucked deep into her body, being pressed tightly on all sides by hot female flesh. His chin nudged against her cunt lips and set her off still another time. The pussy fluids trickling down his face, the teenager moved back to his mother's pussy. This time, he wasn't going to be sidetracked. In spite of his neck aching from the unnatural angle required to get his mouth to her pussy lips, he kept going. Tongue flashing out to lightly touch all the spots along her turgid cunt lips, he occasionally dipped deep into her bottomless well for another mouthful of succulent cunt juice.

His tongue went berserk inside her soft pussy. The walls of her cunt flowed under his tongue and he got her off again. Slowing his oral assault on her tunnel of love, he began to methodically explore her cunt. Each and every square inch of the pussy walls came under his tongue and was treated to the utmost in stimulation possible. Even his hands helped. He diddled her clit occasionally to keep her pas-lions just at the breaking point, but it was his mouth that performed miracles now. Sucking harder, he drew in first one, then the other of her sex lips. He lightly chewed on them, not hard, but enough. She could hardly keep her hips still now, so great was the arousal caused by his mouth. “I want it allllll!” she whined. Her piteous cries echoed down the stacks of books and made him redouble his efforts to get her off. Such loud noises would surely draw people from all over the library. But the faster he used his tongue on her pussy, the louder the sounds. There was a positively obscene noise every time his tongue sloshed around in her juicy cunt. He forced himself to ignore all this. His tongue began to fuck her with hard, pistonlike strokes. When her pussy smashed down hard on his tongue, he knew she'd gotten off in a big way. Her cries were choked deep in her throat so his only clue came from the way her cunt walls threatened to mash his tongue and the copious flow of her juices. Sucking up that flow gave him an incredible rush such as he'd seldom experienced before. It was sexual, yes, but it was something greater, too. His own cock was dead and would remain that way for another half hour or so.

But this was the same feeling without ejaculation. He continued to suck up his mother's cunt juice until his muscles told him to stop.

He fell back to the floor, aching, and looked up into her still gaping pussy. The pink inner cunt lips fluttered delicately and invited him to come back. He tried and found his neck simply wouldn't bent right. The muscles had been pushed to the limit. “Sorry, Mom, can't do it,” he announced. Slowly pulling himself out from under her, he sat up and licked the pussy fluids off his lips with gusto.

“But this much has been great!” “Uh, yes, I think you'll find that book to be quite, uh, stimulating, sir,” she said. He turned and saw a woman in a paisley dress scowling at them. Fred simply smiled and nodded to her before agreeing with his mother that it would be “stimulating.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Gloria Munday had been uptight all afternoon over whether or not the head librarian had seen anything. She was deathly afraid that the old bitch might get it into her head that something wasn't quite right and simply fire her for cause. But, in spite of several searching looks and arched eyebrows, the older woman had done nothing in the way of even rebuking her junior worker.

For that Gloria was thankful. But her mind was still in turmoil over other things. She loved it when Fred sneaked in and fucked her like he had. And eating her out had been such a thrill!

Somehow, the almost-discovery had added spice to it that would have been lacking otherwise. Gloria wasn't sorry Fred had given her pussy that wondrous eating-out, but his earlier words had bothered her.

She knew that things weren't quite right between her and Don.

They hadn't been for almost a year. Yet she couldn't quite force herself to think it was time for divorce. She still loved the man and she thought he loved her. The spark, though, had simply gone out of their lovemaking. There was none of the illicit thrill she got from fucking her son. Once there had been a similar charge every time Don had fucked her. He was quite a cocksman. She remembered the long, fun nights when they had literally fucked from sunset to sunrise. But those were buried in her memory. They didn't happen any more. He was too tired. Or she didn't feel like it. Each of them was making excuses to avoid the other. And Gloria realized how close to the truth Fred had come. The marriage was boring them both to death. Gloria went through her closet until she found the flimsiest, most revealing nightie she had. She stripped off her staid, librarian clothes and stood in front of the mirror for a moment, stark naked, and admired herself. She turned first one way then the other. Hand on her cocked hip, she struck a high fashion model's pose. “Not so bad, if I do say so myself,” she told her image in the mirror. “For an old lady of thirty-eight, you're still pretty hot stuff.” She critically surveyed herself and decided she was, indeed, good-looking. Maybe not quite as appealing as when she and Don had married nineteen years earlier, but still one hell of a foxy lady. The way her tits sagged just a little didn't bother her too much. There was still enough snap if a man toyed with them to delight him. And the sag wasn't the result of poor muscle tone as much as it was the huge mounds of tit-flesh she had dangling from her chest. The waist was as trim as ever. She prided herself on how well she kept in shape. The way her ass flared out into a very womanly set of buttocks pleased her no end. Flexing her muscles even made her legs appear to be as sleek as a teenager's.

There was no doubt in her mind that she wasn't losing it physically.