"Good idea," he leered.
Jeff was trying not to show his excitement. Ever since the first time they'd made love, he'd been wondering if he'd dreamed the whole thing.
It just seemed too good to be true. A shy and lonely guy like himself wasn't very likely to end up with a gorgeous hotpants woman who wanted to fuck his brains out.
But there was only one way to find out if it was for reall or not. He had to come over to Polly's house and see if he could get it on with her again.
And so far he was having no problems at all. He was pretty sure now that he wasn't dreaming. Polly's fantastic big-titted body was very real as she eagerly stripped.
He ogled her luscious ripe tits, the size and the shape of small watermelons. They were capped with big light pink nipples. Her breasts were very large, but so firm that they hardly swung or quivered when she moved. His cock gave lusty lurch as he ogled her swollen stiff-nippled tits.
Then she was wriggling out of her panties, and he was staring hungrily at her dark little bush. She let him stare for a moment, then lay down on the rug and bent and spread her legs, deliberately showing him the moist and swollen flesh of her gash. Jeff practically stumbled over the rest of his clothes getting out of them.
He wanted to just throw himself onto her and fuck like crazy, but he also like foreplay. Polly did, too. As he lowered himself to the rug beside her, they rolled into each other's arms and started kissing greedily, jamming their tongues into each other's mouth. Polly gurgled with excitement when she felt Jeff's stiff cock poking hard against her belly and leaving trails of hot sticky cream.
She reached down and fisted his rigid boner. It was exciting to touch, hot and hard and throbbing. She ran up her fist up and down the granite column of meat, and Jeff shivered with excitement. The finally broke off the deep tongue-kiss, and he went for her tits, lashing the engorged nipples with his hot wet tongue. Polly moaned with delight and pumped his cock faster.
"Mmmmmmmm, yes, Jeff, lick my tits," she panted.
She was sure glad Jeff had shown up, otherwise she'd be lying on her lonely bed masturbating and wishing she had a man with her. The real thing was a whole lot better than her imagination. She loved feeling Jeff's big engorged prick in her fist, loved feeling his juicy tongue lashing over her ultrasensitive nipples.
Hot cream was pouring from her cuntmouth and soaking her inner thighs.
Jeff caught her left nipple between his lips and sucked it into the steam heat of his mouth, and she moaned and creamed even harder, the boiling liquid flooding down her ass crack and puddling on the rug.
"Unnnhhh, Jeff, honey, you're getting me so hot," she whimpered.
"You're getting me pretty hot, too," he chuckled. "I think we ought to do something about it pretty soon."
"Like what?" she teased.
"Like fucking," he leered.
"Mmmmmmm, Jeff, what a brilliant idea," she gurgled.
She let go of his cock, and he quickly rolled on top of her and sank down between her silky hot thighs. Polly whimpered with need as he began poking around with the hard swollen head of his cock, seeking her cunt mouth. Pretty soon he found it, and he snorted with lust as he wedged the big knob of flesh into the moist little pit.
"Shit, yes, honey, get into me," Polly squealed.
Growling with excitement, Jeff pushed his enormously swollen boner up her tight but juice-slick cunt. Polly sobbed with relief as she felt the hot meat filling her box. It was a sensation she'd been craving all morning. She soaked his advancing prick with burst after burst of hot sticky pussy cream.
"Yes, baby, give me every inch of it," she moaned.
Finally his cock touched her womb, and she felt stuffed breathless with the thick throbbing column of meat. She drenched it with another huge flood of cream. Jeff caught his breath, then shoved his hands under her hot little ass and got a good firm grip. Polly sobbed with delight as he began to fuck her.
"Ohhhh, yeah, Jeff, fuck me with that big thing," she whimpered, "fuck me forever."
They both closed their eyes and blotted out everything but the intense pleasure they were giving each other. So they didn't notice when somebody came up on the porch and peered in the front window.
Robbie had been thinking about Polly Prentiss ever since she seduced him in the library. It was hard not to think about her. After all, she had given him his very first fuck and the most exciting experience of his young life. He was a teenager, horny all the time, and now he jack-off fantasies all featured the pretty head librarian.
It was fun jacking off and pretending that he was fucking Miss Prentiss or that she was sucking him off. He could get off like crazy doing that. But it would be even better to have the real woman. Robbie had been waiting fo rher to make the first move, since she was older and was the authority figure. But by Saturday morning he couldn't wait any longer.
He had to go see her. He told his folks he was going to a rock concert. They'd be sure not to question him about that, because they were totally uninterested in rock. He could be away all day and half the night, and they wouldn't think anything of it. He hurried over to Polly's house, hoping she'd consent to make out with him again.
He stepped quietly onto the front porch. If she had other company, he didn't want to be seen. He peered in the front window – and his mouth dropped open. Polly was home, all right. There she was on the living room floor being fucked by some other guy.
Robbie groaned with frustration. If only he'd gotten here a little earlier, that might be him fucking Polly instead of this other man. He watched the guy's bare ass knotting and jerking as he pumped his dick in the librarian's boiling juicy cunt. He felt his own prick going rock-hard as he watched.
Polly's pretty face was all contorted with lust, and he could tell she was enjoying hell out of the guy's fucking. Her hips were moving to the same rhythm, and her legs were spread wide, allowing her partner to sink his prick as deep as possible in her hungry cuntal tube. It was driving Robbie crazy to think of how she was.
It was weird. It really drove him nuts to watch, and yet it was getting him very excited, too. He wished he could get a better view of the action. He thought about it a moment, then left the porch and snuck around to the back of the house. As he'd hoped, the back door was unlocked. He slipped inside, into the kitchen and made his way to the door to the living room, which was open just a crack.
That was more like it. He was only about twenty feet from the action now, and he could also hear everything that was happening. He could even see the guy's face. He grinned as he recognized him as Jeffrey Taylor, the prudish assistant librarian. So Jeff was human after all.
"Fuck it to me, honey," Polly was moaning, "fuck me as hard as you can."
Robbie wished he had that assignment. His eager teenager prick gave a horny lurch and tried to tear its way out of his tight jeans. He longed to be pistoning his stiff boner in Polly's smoking little twat.
Well, maybe there was a way he could do that. As he watched the two librarian fucking, he started working on a plan.
Of course it wasn't too easy to concentrate with all those distractions. Polly was wailing and moaning, Jeff was groaning and panting, and his cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the thick cream from her cunt. Then as he began fucking her faster and harder, their bodies smacked loudly together. The room echoed with all the lewd noises they were making.
"Unnnnhhh, Jeff, honey, I'm almost there." Polly was whimpering. "Give it to me as hard as you can now, baby, fuck the living shit out of me."
"You got it," Jeff leered.
His ass jerked with lightening speed, and Polly screamed in ecstasy and arched her body up to take his pile-driving cock. Her head lolled back, her features contorted with lust, her eyes screwed tightly shut.