Nick Eastwood - Hot bed librarian

"Sit on it!" he whispered.

Jodie grinned and hopped aboard, facing him. She knelt and poised the drooling, little opening of her cunt right over the huge, purple knob of his cock-head. She slid down his thick skewer of cock, slowly and deliciously, savoring each inch of his prick.

"Ooooh, yessss!" she squealed.

"Shit, yes, take it all!" Gordon groaned.

He got wildly aroused as he watched Jodie slide down his prick, taking his cock between her widely spread cunt-lips. Finally, only his big, coarse-haired balls were showing, and Jodie sat fully impaled on his cock-meat, gurgling with excitement.

"Fuck me, Gordon!" she moaned. Then she glanced at the clock on the wall and added, "Fuck me fast!"

"Right!" he growled.

He seized her by the wrist and started fucking her like a pile driver. Jodie felt like she was riding a bucking bronco as the force of his thrusts made her body bounce. She loved it.

"Unnnhhhh! Yessss, you big bastard, fuck my brains out!" she howled.

Gordon growled lustily and fucked her even faster and harder, making the couch creak and vibrate. Jodie let her head loll back and closed her eyes tightly as she sailed helplessly toward climax. That relentless, hard fucking would have her there in no time at all, she thought.

Gordon knew he would never forget the sight of the lovely, young librarian riding his pounding cock, her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace, her voice shrill with excitement. He intended to use that image as a fantasy every time he fucked his wife. It would add some real spice to their love-making, he thought.

"Unnnhhhh! You're doing it to me, Gordon! Ohhhhh, I'm coming!" Jodie wailed.

Her cunt clamped like a vise around his prick and started sucking the jism out of his balls.

"Unnngghhh! Take my load! Awwwww!" Gordon roared.

"Yessss! Cream meeee!" Jodie wailed.

As they were coming down their hot, mutual orgasm, they heard people out in the hall, and they scrambled to put their clothes on. They'd taken a terrible risk, but to both of them it was worth it.

Gordon gave Jodie an affectionate pat on the ass and said, "It's been fantastic, Jodie! I just hope we can do it again some time!"

"So do I, Gordon," she said with a grateful smile.

But she didn't intend to confine herself to just one man. She never had yet.

Jodie drove home humming to herself, as she always did when she'd had some good fucking. But that evening she started feeling horny again, which didn't surprise her. She never went more than a few hours without feeling horny. The question was, she thought, what to do about it?

She couldn't call Gordon. He was married, and besides, she thought, he was probably all fucked out for today. She couldn't call Randy because his parents might get suspicious. After all, the librarian had already had the boy at her house for an evening.

Of the studs she'd fucked at Valley High, that just left the football coach, Bob Larson. Jodie didn't hesitate to get out the phone book and dial his number. It never hurt to ask, she thought.

"Bob Larson speaking," he said, panting.

"Bob, this is Jodie," she said. "I was wondering if you'd like to come ever to my place for a while. I, uh, could use you!"

"Honey, I'd love to!" Bob said eagerly. "But I just walked in the door from jogging. I smell like an old boar and I need a shower."

"Take one at my place," Jodie said, "and I'll join you!"

"I'll jog right over!" Bob said, hanging up. Jodie raced to her bedroom and stripped, then wrapped herself in a big, soft bath towel. She made two martinis and took them into the bathroom. By the time she finished her preparations for the evening, the doorbell was ringing.

She hurried to it, flung the door open, and there was Bob in his sweat clothes, dripping sweat. She just pointed the way to the bathroom, and he jogged on in. Jodie closed the door and went to join him. She was delighted to find him stripping down.

He didn't have much to remove, just pants and shirt and jock strap. She ogled his powerful, hard-muscled body as she handed him a chilled martini. Then she dropped her towel and picked up her own drink, joining him in a naked toast.

"You're something else, Jodie!" Bob grinned.

"You're pretty sexy yourself, Bob!" she cooed.

They finished their drinks and got into the cool shower. There was hardly room for two people in there, and their bodies kept rubbing together which suited Jodie just fine. She lathered her hands with soap and started cleaning the part of Bob that she liked the most.

"Hey, lady, you're getting awful familiar!" Bob laughed as she soaped his cock.

"Couldn't keep my hands off it!" Jodie giggled.

Bob grabbed the soap, lathered his hands, and started washing her pussy. Jodie gurgled with excitement as he massaged her tender cuntflesh. His cock was swelling up in her fingers, growing long and hard and thick. His thick, middle finger slid into her cunt and pumped up and down, and Jodie creamed all over it. She slumped back against the wall of the shower.

"Fuck me, Bob!" she moaned. "I want it so bad!"

"Can't you wait till we get to the bed?" he asked, chuckling.

"Noooooo!" Jodie whimpered, pumping his steel-stiff prick. "I have to have it right now!"

Bob didn't mind. He just couldn't believe how horny the girl was. He couldn't believe it when she had practically raped him in the library, and he couldn't believe it now that she was trying to rape him in the shower. But he loved it.

"Okay, baby, you got it!" he growled.

He lifted her up by the waist, pressing her against the wall of the shower, until he could get his cock into her cunt. He plugged the fat, hard head of his prick into her little, fur-fringed pussy, then shoved hard, filling her cunt with throbbing cock-meat. Jodie's eyes rolled crazily.

"Ohhhhh! Shit! Fuck, yessss!" she moaned. "Stick it in me, Bob, fuck my pussy good!"

Snorting with excitement, Bob pistoned his cock in and out of her juice-slicked cunt. Jodie threw her legs around his waist and locked them there, and she snaked her arms around his neck.

He cupped her nice, little ass. As the fine spray of the shower bathed them, he fucked the moaning, squealing young woman to a fever pitch of excitement.

"Oooooh, yeah, honey, give it to me!" Jodie sobbed. "Fuck me forever, Bob!"

It was an inviting prospect. Bob had never met a girl with hotter pants. He'd been thinking about her tonight as he jogged and had gotten a hard-on, so he'd been delighted when he got home to a phone call from the lusty librarian.

Jodie was impaled on his pile-driving cock and wailing in bliss as he reamed deep in her hot, little cunt. Jodie was unselfconscious and uninhibited about her fuck-needs. She loved Bob's fucking, and she let him know that.

"Fuck it to me! Stick it to meeeeee!" she wailed. "Unnnhhhhh, Bob, you're doing it to me so fuckin' good!"

Her pretty face was all flushed and contorted with lust, her eyes glazed with horniness. Each time he thrust into her, she howled with bliss and soaked his deep-driving cock with molten floods of cream. He could feel her cunt tighten steadily around his cock-meat as she rocketed towards release.

"You're just about to come, aren't you, honey?"

"Shit, yessss!" she gurgled. "Need it so fuckin' bad!"

"I'll give it to you, all right!" he growled. He fucked into her faster, harder, making her body shudder with the impact. Her head lolled back, and she closed her eyes tightly as his hammering cock took her over the edge. He felt her cunt clamp hard around his cock, sucking at it, then her body bucked and writhed in his arms. Sizzling floods of cream soaked his prick and spurted from her crammed cunt.

"Ooooah, shit! I'm coming! Oooooh!" she squealed.