John Adams: The overdue librarian

Mark was scared, excited, and dazed. He had never seen a body like this. He looked at her big boobs and down at her cunt and felt his cock throb and his balls burn. With a dream-like motion he gripped his prick and pointed it at her pussy. He closed his eyes and blindly shoved hoping to get it in.

"Ooooooohhhh! Fuck!" Susan's moan signaled his success.

The teen couldn't believe he was really in her. He lay motionless on her hot body for a moment and enjoyed the wet, gripping feeling of her steaming gash.

"Fuck me! Goddamn it! Don't stop! Move your ass! Hump it hard! Damn you, give it to me! Mark! Oh God! Fuck me now!" Susan desperately shouted as she dug her sharp nails into his ass and shoved up with her hips.

Mark did. He pulled almost out of her cunt and then slammed down hard again. She moaned out her gratitude as she continued to dig her nails into his hard ass and meet the brutal thrusts with her ravenous cunt. Her ass slapped noisily against the tile floor as she lifted off the surface and came back down with each movement.

Mark almost felt seasick. She was tossing him around with surprising ease as she bucked and writhed. His knees hurt as they bounced up and down on the hard floor and he had trouble bracing his hands on the slippery tiles. It seemed incredible that the thrashing slut beneath him was the same quiet librarian he had never really noticed much. He renewed his efforts and tried to keep up with her wild fucking.

It was an impossible job for the teen. He couldn't possibly understand the hunger burning within Susan. Even she couldn't fully comprehend it. It was just there, and she was doing something about it. She was fucking! At last! Her cunt was stuffed with cock. The squishing noises made by the plunging and withdrawal of the thick shaft filled the room. Mark was gasping for breath and Susan was moaning and mewling her pleasure.

"It's good, sooooo good!" Susan moaned as she wrapped her long legs around his ass to take him even deeper into her gushing twat. Her teeth sank into his shoulder. She was no longer human. She was an animal. A bitch! A slut!

She wanted to hear it. "Call me names, Mark!" she gasped into his ear.

"Huh?" the pumping teen grunted.

"Call me names! Tell me I'm a slut! Tell me I'm a whore! Anything! I don't care! I want to hear it!"

"But Miss Lawrence… I…" he stammered, embarrassed and excited by her request.

"This is no time to be polite, Mark! Tell me! Tell me I'm a whore! Please!" the lust-consumed woman begged.

The idea excited him. His cock gave a sharp jerk.

"You're a… whore!" he whispered into her ear as he plunged into her cunt.

"More! Louder!" Susan screamed as her body boiled with his words.

"You're a slut!" the teen said, louder and with more emphasis this time.

He immediately felt her cunt contract. She fucked back harder.

"Yesssss! More!" the humping woman pleaded. His degrading words were heavenly to her ears.

Mark was getting into it. "You fucking bitch! You cunt! You… cocksucking tramp! Whore! Slut! Tramp! Whore! Cocksucker! Bitch!" he chanted as he rammed his big cock into her gripping pussy with each word.

Susan had heard what she wanted to hear. Now she was going to get what she so desperately needed.

"I'm gonna come, Miss Lawrence! I'm going to shoot my load in your pussy!" the humping teen shouted as his nuts burst and shot gob after hot gob of cum from his throbbing cock. He felt as if his body was suspended on his cock. A powerful explosion started in his balls and spread through his pumping dick.

What joy! What wonderful joy! Susan hadn't been prepared for anything so wonderful. She felt the hot own splatter against her cunt-walls. She felt the beginning tremors. She felt the tender rumbles, then the growing hot ripples. Vibrations shook her body. Her pussy contracted on his emptying cock and held on. Her tits burned. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her cunt boiled over. Her body arched off the floor, supported by her heels and her shoulders.

"At last! Oh God at last! It's happening! It's happening to me!" was all that Susan could get out before the sheer force of her come knocked her speechless.

It was a long time before either of them moved. Susan was the first.

"Roll off me, Mark," she whispered, helping him by shifting to her hip.

"Poor baby. It's all soft," she cooed as she looked at his limp cock while he lay on his back. "I know a delicious way to get it up again, though," she smiled as she lifted the sticky shaft with her hand.

Susan enjoyed the anxious look on his face as her head hovered over his prick. Her hand began to rub her clit as she lowered her mouth to the musky-smelling cock. She tasted their combined juices on the shiny cock-head with her tongue, and then plunged her hot mouth downward. She took in as much as she could.

It seemed the natural thing to do.

It had been two wonderful hours for Susan. Two wonderful hours of fucking and sucking.

She closed the door behind Mark and walked to her bedroom, her naked body still glistening with the sweat from her exertions.

She resisted the impulse to shower as she stared at her body in the mirror. She loved the smells of his cum, her pussy-juice, and other body odors. She brushed the long, tangled hair from her face and smiled. Her hands trailed up and down the front of her body. She cupped her big boobs, and caressed the insides of her thighs.

Her clit still throbbed from many comes. Her finger touched it lightly and then began to rub. If only Mark could have stayed longer. She would never get enough. But there would be other times. Now, she could play with her cunt and enjoy thoughts of the teens she intended to screw.

"Damn!" she cursed at the harsh sound of the doorbell.

She reached for her robe. Then, realizing that it might be Mark again, she smiled and belted the robe loosely around her curves. Her huge tits were left mostly exposed.

Her cunt itched with hope as she walked quickly to the door and opened it.

"What do you want?" the disappointed and irritated woman asked as she clutched the top of her robe around her heaving jugs.

"Thought you might want something fixed," Sam said as he leered at her hastily covered tits.

"I don't need anything repaired today. I'm sure Mr. Marshall has plenty of work for you!" Susan said to the big, rough-looking handyman.

"Oh, I didn't mean anything around the house. I meant something you might want help with… personally," Sam said with a knowing grin.

Susan didn't like the way he was looking at her, or what he was saying.

"I told you I don't need any help!" she said firmly.

"Looked to me like you were getting plenty of help a little while," the handyman chuckled, "Ain't that right, Will?"

Susan took a step backwards as the gardener moved into view.

"What's the meaning of this?" Susan demanded, "Why are you sneaking around my door?" she asked indignantly.

"You better worry about your kitchen window, Miss Lawrence," Will grinned. "Now that's a nice place to sneak around! Sam and me sure did enjoy the show you and the teen put on," he said as he looked at the other man and laughed with him at the shocked woman's reaction.

Susan's body trembled violently. "Get out of here! Both of you, before I call Mr. Marshall's office and have you fired!" she barked, even as her heart beat rapidly and her mind clouded with fear.

"I'm sure Mr. Marshall would be interested in hearing about your afternoon with his teen!" Sam threatened her.

The trapped woman tried to think. There had to be a way out of this horrible situation. They weren't bluffing, and she knew it. If only she had been more careful. Not so anxious. But it was too late for that. She had to deal with things as they now were.