Nick Eastwood - Hot bed librarian

"Ohhhhhhh, Jesus! Unnnggghhh!" Bob groaned, flooding, her cunt with boiling jizz.

It had been a delicious quickie, and they both knew it was just the beginning. They had a real shower afterwards, squeaky clean. Then they toweled off, and Jodie made them more martinis which they took to the bedroom. They lounged naked on her bed while they sipped their drinks.

"May I ask a personal question?" Bob said.

"Like what?" Jodie asked.

"Have you always been this horny?" he said.

She laughed and answered, "Yes, I have. I don't know why, but when I want to make it with a guy I don't care about anything else. I just go for it. It's gotten me into trouble at times."

"That's too bad," Bob said, "because there's really nothing wrong with it. You just have very healthy instincts, and you're very up front about it."

"Yes, but a lot of people are offended by that," Jodie said, sighing.

"I'm not," Bob said with a leer. "I'm incredibly turned on by it!"

He downed his drink, set the glass aside, and reached for her lovely, high-riding tits. Jodie gave a squeal as his hands closed over her tits. His fingers were cold from the glass. But soon she was gurgling with delight as the coach expertly fondled her sensitive tit-lobes and thumbed her nipples into stiffs.

"Mmmmmmm, I love that!" she gurgled. "I bet I know something you'd love even more," Bob said with a wicked glint in his eye.

"What's that?" she asked.

"How'd you like my tongue up your pussy?"

"Bob," Jodie said huskily, "I'd like that more than anything in the worid."

She bent her legs and spread the wide, showing him her pretty, little pussy-slit with its cream beaded pink flesh and golden fringe of curls. Hers was the most delicious-looking cunt he'd ever seen, and he drooled at the sight. Quickly, he went belly down between her thighs.

He folded back the golden fur and exposed the little, hooded lump of her clit-button. His tongue flashed out to contact her super-sensitive clit, and Jodie wailed in bliss. Bob's chin was suddenly soaked with her molten cuntal juice.

"Oooooohh, Bob, yessss!" she squealed. "Lick my clit honey, I love that!"

Bob buried his face between her legs and went to work on her clit, lashing it with his big, wet tongue. Jodie closed her eyes in bliss. Neither one of them noticed a figure appear in the open doorway, just as neither of them had heard the person enter the apartment.

Randy had been thinking about Miss James ever since that exciting night when she took his virginity. He was aching to fuck her again, but she was the adult and she was in charge, so he waited for her to make a move. The move never came. Miss James didn't seem interested in another round of fucking.

Randy couldn't blame her. She probably had plenty of lovers her own age, he thought, guys with prestige and money. Still, he couldn't get her out of his mind, and finally he decided to go ask her what the score was and whether or not they could fuck again. All she could do was say no, he reasoned.

He'd come to her apartment and was just about to ring the doorbell when he heard voices inside. The voices were drifting back toward the bedroom. Jealousy and curiosity overcame the horny, teenaged boy, and he tried the door. Jodie had forgotten to lock, it. Randy slipped silently into the apartment.

She'd forgotten to close the bedroom door, too, and that was where the voices were coming from. Randy slipped off his shoes and walked silently on the thick rug. He poked his head around the door frame and peered into the bedroom. He had a dizzying rush of envy and lust.

Miss James had company. She was lying naked on the bed, her legs bent and spread wide, and there was a guy lying between her legs, his face pressed against her pussy. His head was bobbing up and down, and he was making a loud, sucking noise. Miss James was going out of her mind with excitement.

"Oooooh, Bob, yessss!" she squealed. "Suck my clit, honey, I love it!"

Randy couldn't see the guy's face, but that powerfully muscled boy could only belong to one person on the faculty, Bob Larson, the football coach. Nobody else but King Kong had shoulders that wide, Randy thought. And Bob was sucking up a storm as he feasted on the librarian's tangy, hot pussy-cream.

"Unnnnnhhhh! Yessss, you're gonna make me come!" Jodie moaned. "Suck real hard now, baby, as hard as you can!"

Coach Larson went into high gear, his head bobbing furiously, and the room echoed with obscene, wet sucking sounds, punctuated by Jodie's shrill cries of ecstasy. Randy wished he could see exactly what the coach was doing to her, because it was working great.

Now he knew why she hadn't contacted him for another fuck. She had Coach Larson, who was a real hunk and a lot more experienced at fucking, so what did she need with a near-virgin, teenaged boy? Randy could understand her decision, but that didn't make him like it. He still ached to fuck her again.

"Just a little more, honey, I'm almost there!" she moaned, her face contorted with bliss.

Randy wanted to make her look like that. He wanted to learn to eat pussy, then suck her and lick her until she went out of her mind with pleasure. As he thought about it, his cock swelled up taut and engorged, tenting the fly of his jeans. He remembered how steamy and juicy her cunt had felt around his prick, and he almost groaned with frustration.

"Unnnnnhbhh! Skit! Yessss, I'm coming!" Jodie suddenly wailed.

Randy stared at her, licking his lips and shivering with longing. Whatever the coach was doing to her, it was getting her off like crazy, he thought. She was wailing, writhing and convulsing as Bob sucked loudly on her pussy. She went on spasming for almost a minute, then fell back, limp and panting.

"Mmmmmm, Bob, that was super!" she gurgled. "Now, what can I do for you?"

"Snack on this for a while," he said.

He went to his knees, kneeling between her legs, and wagged his steel-hard cock at her. Jodie quickly sat up and brought her lips to the fat, purple head of his prick. She snaked out her tongue and licked up the glistening cream that oozed from his piss-hole.

Randy was almost jumping up and down with jealousy and horniness, and his cock was trying to fight its way out of his pants. He barely kept from groaning as Miss James opened her mouth wide and slid it down around Coach Larson's enormous, rock-hard cock. The coach shuddered with excitement.

"Yeah, suck it, baby!" he groaned.

Randy would have given his balls to be in the coach's place just then. He wanted to feel his cock being sucked into the steamy heat of Jodie's mouth. He wanted to feel her suck the boiling jism out of his balls. It wasn't fair of her to dump him just because he was a kid, he thought.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she moaned as she gulped Bob's cream.

"Yeah, go for it, baby! Suck!" Bob panted. She was sucking greedily and noisily on his cock, suctioning the tasty cream from his pisshole. Her throat muscles worked busily as she gulped his hot liquid. Coach Larson's ruggedly handsome face was red with lust, his eyes glazed with horniness.

Randy's cock was so swollen it ached. He felt like he could come if he sneezed. The sensible thing to do, he thought, would be go home and jack off in the privacy of his bedroom. He could have a good fantasy about Miss James as he did it, pretending that she was sucking his cock.

He wasn't going to settle for that, though. That was kid stuff, he told himself. Jodie had treated him like a man when she fucked him, and he was going to be treated like a man now. He didn't propose to give up his woman, not even to the school football coach. He just had to think of how to reclaim her.

Jodie was sucking harder and faster on Bob's huge, wrist-thick cock, making him groan with pleasure. Bob's eyes were rolling, and his features were contorted with lust. His teeth flashed, his nostrils were flared.