This is the 25th chapter of the sexy story Thirty One Days, a challenge that involves sex, thirty-one women, and will take 31 days.
Cindy returned to the reading lounge.
She carried a designer jacket over her arm and a designer purse in her hand. She appeared to be ready for the drive home. This was not a happy moment for me. My cock ebbed, but could be called upon in seconds. Cindy dropped her stuff on the floor and sat down opposite me. She crossed her long, beautiful legs right in front of me. She reached into her purse and pulled out a joint and a lighter.
Fired it up.
I was taken aback.
What else was going to surprise me on this journey?
The classy librarian toked a few times. Snuffed the joint against the lighter, and put the two items back in her purse. She sat back in the chair and exhaled.
Opened her eyes.
Looked at me.
Serenity washed over her.
Smoky and seductive and relaxed she was.
Her foot began to move. The stupid, sexy, mesmerizing thing women do when their legs are crossed. I stared at her shoes. I was not familiar with shoes of this type. I was fascinated. Her pretty feet appeared to be imprisoned in the shoes. Her pink toe nail polish screamed color. She walked around all day with these feet on display. For men to see. With her legs on display, and her ass and tits on display. This librarian was a walking display.
I slid off the front of the chair to my knees. I began to caress her shoe with my hand. I looked up at her, catching her eyes through her glasses. Yes. The glasses were on. She seemed to nod. I pressed my magic tongue into the shoe, touching skin. I felt a tremble run down her leg, followed by the distinctive aroma of released pussy. I licked some more, running up to her delicate ankle, then down the top of her foot. I opened my mouth and she pushed the toe of her shoe in.
I began to suck on her shoe, much as the wet nurse sucked my cum off of Donny's fingers. My cock leapt to attention in my pants. This was hot. I grabbed both of her shoes, one in each hand. Began to lick up her perfect calf. Stopped at her knee as she inhaled deeply. Her body temperature rose as my tongue touched her thigh. Both of them. Inside. Licking upwards. The smell of pussy was overwhelming. This bitch was in heat. I was near suffocating on it. I could taste her, she was strong.
I thought about the boring, sedentary sex life she endured with her fat ass husband. I would make sure I exceeded his bullshit. I moved my hands to the undersides of her thighs, pushing them up, pushing Cindy back. She went with the flow, the older woman now putty in the rookie boy's hands. My head was under her classy skirt, and the rookie boy got a rookie surprise.
When did she take them off?
Did she work all day without them?
Was she that much of a voyeur?
Or was this after hour 'non-attire'?
Shit sakes. I was still learning.
Her smell was a magnet for my tongue. Out it came, in it went and out came the first moan from the classy librarian. I would love to see myself right now. On my knees, head beneath the skirt, her long legs pushed straight up, beautiful acrylic heels waving in the air. The moaning continues as I move my tongue around. Her wetness begins to flow. Her heat is impressive. My cock is rock hard, I am thinking of climbing on and plowing into her wet, thirty-two year old married hole.
I wonder if they have video surveillance in this city building.
I hope they do. The bitch would lose her job, for sure.
I would become a legend.
This happy thought prodded me on. I licked harder, now sucking at her pussy. I let go of her legs and slid my hands under her wet ass. Her pussy juice was soaking the grey leather chair beneath. I lifted her small ass, a plate on my dinner table. I felt her two hands on the back of my head, her two married hands. She pulled my head into her snatch and began to grind against my face. I opened my mouth wide and sucked at her. Her moaning became speech, the foreign mumbo jumbo women seemed to favor. When they were about to cum.
Her fingers twined through my hair, slamming my face into her pussy. She pulled my head back and slammed me again.
Fuck! I was having trouble breathing.
A third time she repeated this movement. Then she held my head in a vice grip as I tried to suck air in. I felt her strong thighs coil around my head and neck. I tried to inhale, and got nothing but pussy. Wet, hot pussy. Lots and lots of heat, now fragrance free and taste free. She thrust, a bronco trying to toss a rider, as a major flood of juice nearly drowned me. Through flesh muffled ears, I heard her scream her delight, or passion, or anger at the world, whatever the fuck it was. I tried to back out but she held fast. She was pulling the Charlene leg-lock maneuver. The oxygen deprivation was weakening me. This was a ferocious display of female power. I clawed at her with my hands, trying to unwrap the strong legs from around my skull. Runner's legs.
Finally she relented, spent in orgasm, spent in strength. Or so I thought. She did let go of my hair, and did unwrap her legs from my head. She grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled herself apart. Slid her ass forward on the chair.
" Keep eating me," she whispered, foreign and smoky sounding.
My cock was running, an out of control trip hammer, but I remembered my earlier thought. I knew her hubby never did this to her. She would remember me. Forever.
No problem, babe. I fell back into her, tongue first. I began to eat, sliding my lips and tongue and mouth all over her.
" Kiss me there," she begged.
I did. I kissed her cunt. Over, and over and over. Kissed her cunt deeply. French kissed her cunt. Worshipped her cunt. For sure, she would remember me.
My cock begged for release. I felt the jackhammer throbbing from my ass to my skull.
Day twelve I thought. How could this possibly get any better?
I lifted my head. I was seeing stars from the lack of oxygen. She was wide open, her back flat on the seat of the soaked leather chair. She kept her hands on her thighs, she wasn't yet satisfied.
" Kiss me more," she moaned.
No problem. I puckered up and moved back in on her. My mouth was nearly there. I felt her hands in my hair again. Guiding me. Lower.
" No," she whimpered.
" Herekiss me here."
She guided my lips to her ass. Pushed me in. Her ass was soaked from her pussy. Kind of gross I thought.
Guess who would never do this, in a million years?
You got it. The master of the house. The husband. The father of her children.
I pressed my lips on her ass. Cindy squirmed.
I kept the pressure on.
I got brave.
Once in a lifetime.
I pushed my tongue into the tightest spot on her body. She wiggled in the chair, moaning loudly in my worship.
" Yes. Right there," she barely breathed.
The smoldering voice.
" Eat my ass."
I was already there. It was dark and forbidden and musty. I pushed my magic tongue in deep, deeper, deepest. All the way. I gagged at the smell and taste; my tongue seemed to go numb. Almost a buzzing, electrical numb. I felt this same sensation before. With Charlene. On her 'go' spot.
The librarian began to moan loudly, squeaking then yelping. Almost a bark. Then her hands twisted in my hair, and she pushed her ass into my face. Harder. Again. Again. Slamming my face as if it was a pussy. My cock responded with its first major flow twitch. I was in the danger zone as the super-hot librarian fucked my mouth with her ass.
Christ. Now she was orgasming on my face? With her ass?
I wasn't even touching her pussy and she was blasting off.
The rocket's red glare?
Learning curve indeed.
I didn't know this was possible.
I truly was a rookie.
Cindy let go and I climbed to my feet. Face dripping with pussy and ass. I didn't waste time taking my pants off. Zipper down. Cock out. I grabbed those hot legs, pulled her up in the air, aimed my monster at her snatch, and plunged in. I sunk to the bottom. She gasped as I hit her depths, my body weight compressing her diaphragm. I pulled back and slammed her again. Her hair was disheveled and her glasses hung on her nose. Her face contorted with the pain/pleasure syndrome. I pawed at her tits, trying to get a feel before I came.
Who was the rookie now?
I felt a hot streak of pain against my face!
What the hell?
Another streak of pain.
My cock stabilized.
What was happening?
I looked down at the librarian.
" In. My. Ass."
The three words fell out of her mouth.
Did I hear this right?
Fuck, I did!
Carefully I pulled back on my cock. Lined up with her second hole. Pressed my bell up against her. Applied pressure as she spread herself. A pop, and I was in. The pain raced across her face. Tears fell from her eyes. A cry slipped from her mouth.
Is this what she truly wanted? Why?
Was she a glutton for pain?
Did she have a G spot in her ass?
Was this punishment for being a bad girl? Such a bad, married girl?
My mind blew past answers A, B and C, settling on D, 'all of the above'.
I looked at her. Her thighs trembled. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. She reached for me. I lowered down to her. Her hands were starved for hot male flesh. She grabbed at my pecs and shoulders, tried to bring her head up to kiss and lick. I lifted her, close enough for her mouth to suck at my chest and stomach. Then unceremoniously, dropped the bad girl back on the leather chair. Pushed my bell past her rim.
She yelped as my cock bore in. Bad girl indeed. I pushed in deeper, six full inches in her ass. Tight. Smoking hot. A furnace of searing heat. Holy shit. I pushed in two more inches. Dropped the hammer all the way in. She yelped loudly, thrashing beneath me, the pain and pressure immense. I again envisioned tearing a human body open.
The bad girl sported many tears on her face, smearing the classy, smoky makeup. For a second, I wanted to punch her face. Throttle her delicate, gold chain draped throat. I thought of useless Mr. Waterford. Look at your little wifey tonight, big guy. Nine inches of cock meat buried in her ass. Not her mouth. Not her pussy.
Her ass. Her sacred ass. Her sacred, married ass.
Where no cock trespassed before.
Hold on a second.
This was not her first ass rodeo.
Not with nine inches inside.
I felt the twitch in my balls. I didn't have long to go. I pulled back and pushed in. Again. Again. A few more times. The bitch was bucking now, this time her ass against my pole. Now she was orgasming, her ass lifting off the chair, swallowing my pole.
She was taking my entire cock with her ass!
The pain was being overcome and the pleasure was ruling.
This definitely wasn't her first ass rodeo.
Fuck you bitch, I thought. This one will be on my terms.
I pulled out of her ass; a loud sucking sound was the accompaniment. She gasped as she orgasmed, I timed it perfectly. She was orgasming with nothing in her. She looked confused, and dirty, and humiliated and makeup smeared, and incredibly hot. I leaned over her; further, further, with my you know what dangling in her face.
Would she or wouldn't she?
What was her cock pig rating?
To my surprise, she would. She opened her mouth and sucked at my engorged cock bell, the same cock bell previously buried nine inches deep in her rectum.
She ate; a filthy pig sucking wet ass and pussy off my cock.
I nearly lost it. My mind and cock both.
Huge twitch in my balls. Fuck me. I was coming.
I needed to get it into her pussy, fast. I pulled out of her mouth and slid back down. My first shot flew out as I jammed it home. I fell on top of her, nearly knocking her senseless. I was thinking, this could be the final fuck of my life and it would be okay.
I sprayed deep in her, thrusting long after I was spent. Insane. We lay together. Heaving and breathing. Sweat soaked and cum stained. Ass stained and drained.
I checked my watch. Ten o'clock sharp. We were going at this for a solid hour. Somebody might be in trouble. Somebody, was working overtime. Not me.
The counter clicked over to twelve.
The scorecard would read, hole number twelve, Cindy, nine point five, and ten. Such a looker when she was orgasming. Such an innovator.
Me, I was still learning. Still being surprised.
I staggered to my feet. Stepped back. Inhaled. Flexed my arms. I was Tarzan.
Below me, the classy librarian was a crumpled mess.
Hair destroyed, makeup obliterated, sweater pulled up under her tits. Skirt soaked, folded up around her belly. Long, long legs splayed out, the beautiful shoes reflecting the night time lighting. The glowing pink toe nail polish. She looked amazing. She looked hot.
Messy and dirty and hot.
Married and illicit and hot.
This might be another Charlene. I could do this one again, for sure. I was actually looking forward to driving her home.
Be happy to ma'am, no trouble at all.
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