And I giggled. Lance was clearly a dumbass without an appreciation for the finer things in life. But even more obvious were the googly eyes he was making at a thin blonde at the check-out counter, a girl who was obviously bored, filing her nails disinterestedly while yawning at the clock.
“Tawny. Tawny!” he swaggered over, his pants practically falling off, they were so low on his hips. “Yo yo yo, that party last weekend fucking rocked.”
And Tristan and I just rolled our eyes. Everything about Lance was wrong, he was a dumb dolt and frat boy rolled into one, he’d probably only gotten into school here because his dad was the Dean of Admissions. As we watched him wink and smirk at the unimpressed girl, I realized that must have been it. This guy couldn’t have gotten in on his merits, he had nothing to offer judging from the drool practically hanging off his lips.
So Tristan and I walked off, leaving Lance to his shenanigans, glad to leave that train wreck behind. We wandered slowly, taking in the lighted atrium, the stacks of books soaring to the ceiling, the large study tables with banker’s lights shading each carrel.
“Did you study a lot when you were here?” I said flirtatiously.
And Mr. Marks seemed to get it immediately.
“More than you know,” he shot back. “There was a lot to learn.”
I giggled because I’d heard so much about library rendezvous, people getting it on in the back of the stacks.
“Come on, I want to show you,” he said, taking my hand, and my heart fluttered as he grabbed my fingers, big hand hard and warm. “This way, into the auxiliary wing.”
And I trailed him, wandering through a maze of stacks, wending this way and that, getting lost among millions of books.
“It’s amazing you still remember your way around here,” I said breathlessly as we took another left turn, then a right, then a left. “This place is like a labyrinth.”
But Tristan didn’t reply except to let out another grunt, dragging me past a couple potted ferns, then another left into a dark corridor until finally we came to a dimly lit area. Here there were rolling shelves everywhere, row after row of books stacked to the ceiling, the air mysteriously grey, heavy with the scent of deteriorating ancient tomes … and the scent of sex.
And as if on cue, a low moan rose in the air, a wail, a huffed sigh before dying down again.
I muffed a giggle.
“Oh my god, did we just really hear that?” I whispered. “Is this some X-rated section?”
“Baby, it’s the X-rated section,” he growled, pulling me off into one of the stacks, making a left, a right, another right, until I was positively dizzy. “But it’s not X-rated because of porno books or dirty mags or anything. It’s X-rated because this is where students get it on.”
And just like that, another sigh punctuated the air, some breathy gasps.
“Oh my god, this is so wrong,” I whispered to him as he pulled me against him, boobs pressed against the wall of muscle that was his chest.
“So wrong?” he murmured against my lips. “Tell me what’s wrong about this,” he growled before taking my mouth entirely, running his tongue against the seam, growling insistently until I opened, pulling my head back for better access, gently tugging at my hair, angling me so that he could consume.
“Ohhhh, Daddy,” I breathed, body going weak, insides gelatinous, cunt damp and steamy within seconds. “Oh god.”
But Tristan was a man with a mission.
“I popped your cherries last night,” he murmured into my ear. “And I just want to make sure my little girl’s okay, do a check-up of sorts.”
“Here?” I asked scandalized, cheeks flushing.
“There’s no place better,” he growled, his eyes looking at me ravenously. “Now turn around baby girl, bend over so that Mr. Marks can get a look.”
And slowly I turned in the narrow aisle. Slowly, oh so slowly, I bent over while looking at him mischievously over my shoulder, running my hands up and down my thick thighs, caressing my calves.
“Like this Daddy?” I asked coyly once my head was between my knees.
And Tristan had stopped breathing, the big man was stock still, eyes fixed to my bottom. Because I know what he saw. I’d skipped the panties this morning, so as I leaned forward, the hem of my skirt had begun to rise, inch after inch of my creamy thighs revealing themselves, until the bottom lips of my cunt came into view, pink, plush, swollen and wet.
And as I bent further, my whole kitty appeared, inch by delicious inch as the skirt rode up, gleaming, wet already with desire, steaming and delicious, waiting for his touch.
With one final wiggle of my hips, I flipped the skirt over my back, everything bared now and jiggled my butt at him, baiting him with my cunt, butt cheeks jouncing up and down.
“Daddy, you like?” I cooed.
But the big man had iron control and he merely leaned close, spreading my cheeks, taking in the gorgeous sight before him.
“Baby, I just want to do a check,” he rumbled, expression neutral although his eyes flashed dangerously. “I want to make sure everything’s good to go after taking your cherries yesterday.”
“Then do it,” I whispered to him, eyes wide, giving another shimmy of my hips.
And without further ado, the big man pulled my pink lips apart, looking straight up into my channel, gazing at my slit, the ruby red walls pulsing, my clit standing straight up, pulsing, begging to be touched. Slowly, he rubbed my labia at first, caressing those fleshy lips before circling to the hole where his dick would go, grazing my clit with a knuckle.
I moaned breathily, big boobs heaving.
“Things seem to be good down here, but I want to do an internal inspection,” he murmured, his mouth breathing hot air onto my clit. “Just to make sure you’re a hundred percent.” And with that, a big finger probed, tracing my opening before sliding deep into my cunt, filling me, making my sore flesh stretch oh-so-deliciously. Even his finger was huge, making me moan, my little body unaccustomed to being penetrated so many times in twenty four hours, the stretching slightly uncomfortable at first, my hips squirming as I adjusted.
“Oh Tristan!” I cried out, “oh oh oh!”
But slowly, my body loosened, moistening, creaming, and the big man took advantage of it. His fingers began a slow slide in and out, squelching noises rising in the air which each pull, caressing my insides, dropping kisses on my clit, running his tongue around that hard nub as he worked me.
“Oh!” I cried again. “Oh oh oh fuuuck!”
And I was ready to let go right then, teetering on the edge, but Tristan drew back for a moment.
“Baby I popped two cherries last night,” he ground into my puss, “it’s time to check your other hole.”
Oh god! Oh god, oh god! My ass, now?
But it was too late because Tristan pulled my butt cheeks apart and stared at my pucker hungrily, the pleats winking, flirting with him.
“Oh god,” he groaned, “I have to taste.” And with that, he buried his tongue in my behind, circling the hole first before spearing me deep, forcing the muscle into my anus.
“Oh oh oh!” I squealed, holding my cheeks apart with my hands, baring everything to him, showing him everything, bumping my hips back slightly to draw him in deeper. “Oh fuuuuck!”
Because it was so fucking good, so unbelievably fucking good. I’d gotten buttfucked last night, and I just wanted to do it again. Would he? Was he going to fill my hole with that huge cock, the one that I could see tenting his pants, forming a wet splotch in front? But evidently, Mr. Marks was true to his word about doing an inspection.
“Babe, I gotta make sure you’re okay first,” he grunted into my behind. “I’m gonna check out the plumbing.”
And without further warning, he pushed his thumb into my behind, burying it up to the knuckle, testing me.
“Uh, fuck, you’re so tight, so hot,” he ground out as his other hand stroked my clit from below. I squirmed and wailed again, boobs heaving, bent over, grabbin
g my ankles as my ass was violated. “Alright, you’re alright back here, still nice and tight but all good,” he panted, big body tight. And with that, he popped his thumb out of my ass and buried his tongue in there again, lapping up my anal sweat, tasting the brown.
“That’s right baby,” he murmured into my folds. “That’s right, come with my tongue in your ass, come on Daddy’s face.”
And it was all so unexpected that I went over the edge. I gave it up right then, my pussy creaming, shaking hard as his hand stroked my clit, my ass and kitty clenching, spasming hard as I orgasmed, shaking, moaning, trembling, my body on high. Oh fuck, it was so amazing, tremors running through my cunt, the shivers electric on my spine, tingling all the way to my fingers and toes, making me moan, my knees growing weak and I almost collapsed right then and there, ass and pussy on fire.
But Tristan anticipated it all and held me by the waist even as he continued to tongue my pucker.
“That’s it,” he murmured into my ass cheeks, voice muffled by the fleshy orbs. “That’s my little butt slut, come while Daddy buttfucks you with his tongue.”
And the words, the dirty, filthy words did it. Another wave of sensation crashed over me and my world went dark with pleasure.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Tristan
What we’d done was so wrong and yet so amazing. Had I been concerned about Daisy’s physical state? Hell yeah, I’d just taken both her cherries the night before and wanted to make sure she was good to go, that she wasn’t too sore or stretched out, wiped out from my big dick.
But the little slut was a whore beyond my wildest imagination. No panties huh? Her little librarian get-up had been a costume at best, she’d been buttfucking naked underneath that plaid skirt, cunt pulsing, dripping for me as we toured the campus.
And the minute I saw it, I knew it was going to be more than a little petting and stroking. Because, yeah that had been my original plan. I was going take off her panties, give her a couple kisses on her clit, maybe run my tongue along her folds a bit, massage her pucker to make sure the little girl wasn’t hurting too bad.
But when her skirt rode up revealing that naked, pulsing snatch, my good intentions went flying out the window. Shit, my cock went from rubber to steel in two seconds flat, I was ready to drill, baby, drill, make her take it even though she’d been a virgin just twenty-four hours ago, her body new to the acrobatics, new to the penetration, the utter possession of a man.
So I’d stuck my fingers up her twat, pushed my tongue into her butt, forced her to come, forced her to give it up, and the little girl had lost it. The brunette moaned and twisted in my arms, her white cheeks up in the air, shaking, trembling, as she grunted beneath me, pussy creaming, that anus so violated. But the little girl was still new to the game and the sensations overwhelmed her. The orgasm had been so fast, so strong, that Daisy blacked out momentarily, her eyes growing hazy, lids falling closed, screams cut off mid-wail as her body literally gave it all up.
Oh shit, oh shit. The orgasm had been so powerful that Daisy had passed out. And despite my initial worry, soon I was overcome with pride. It sounds fucked-up, I know, but I was so fucking proud that I’d just made a woman come so hard that she lost it completely. And so with gentle arms, I lowered that prone form to the ground, careful with my precious package. How good Daisy looked, nubile, vulnerable, the mess of her pussy, her labia marked by my kisses, my bites, juices smeared on her inner thighs. I licked at her cunt lips again, tasting that cream, before sitting back on my knees, ready to wait as long as needed.
But fortunately, Daisy wasn’t out more than a minute or two. Even though her breathing was rapid, unsteady still, her eyes began blinking blearily as I unzipped my pants. That’s right. No rest for the weary. Because there was no way I was walking out of here without releasing. Maybe I wouldn’t be staking that asshole again, but this man-cream was coming out and it was going to be in that nubile body somewhere.
So as her eyes fluttered open, my dong popped out, hitting the brunette slightly in the chin, bouncing off her cheeks.
“Tristan?” she murmured slightly. “What happened?”
“You passed out honey,” I growled as I stroked her hair. “It was so good that you passed out.”
Her eyes flicked wide for a moment.
“I did, didn’t I?” she gasped. “Is everything okay? Did anyone notice?” she gasped, twisting around on the ground. And I just chuckled deeply, caressing her hair, her cheek again.
“Naw, no one noticed honey, we’re still in the Labyrinth. This part of the stacks is called the Maze for a reason, and students have been using it to get off for twenty years. Glad it still serves its purpose,” I ground out, leaning down to drop a quick kiss on her lips. “But Daddy’s gotta come now, baby. It’s time for Baby to make Mr. Marks release, tit for tat.”
And the brunette nodded slowly.
“I get it Daddy,” she said softly. “Of course I want to make you come. Do you want my pussy? Or my ass again?” she mewled softly, eyes flying open, breath quickening.
“No baby, I’m putting it into you somewhere different this time … your mouth,” I amended, probing her lips with my dickhead. And like a good little girl, those plush pink lips opened automatically, lips stretching wide to take my glans, suck lightly on the head.
“Oh mmm, Mr. Marks, tastes good,” she said as her tongue slipped out to swipe at my slit, scooping a little pre-cum, smacking a bit as she savored the taste. “Slightly salty, slightly sweet,” she giggled.
And I was so fucking aroused now that I was like a monster, ready to devour. Drawing on every ounce of my self-control, I let my dick probe gently at her lips, resisting the urge to fuck in, thrust like the asshole I was.
“Baby,” I rasped harshly. “You think you can suck? Like really suck?”
And the little girl nodded, her mouth opening again.
“I’ll try Daddy, I’ll try,” and those lips spread so that that she was tasting my cap, the pink fleshy helmet disappearing into her mouth, cheeks puffing up as my meat filled her. I nudged my hips forward a bit more, forcing more of the shaft into her mouth and she sputtered slightly, eyes flying open, looking at me beseechingly even as my cock pressed further down her throat.
But I knew exactly what would loosen her up. Rotating myself so that my dick never left her mouth, I bent forward and hitched her legs up, sliding her hips forward so that my hot breath steamed on her cunt.
“Relax, baby, relax,” I ground out. “Daddy’s gonna give you the good sixty-nine,” and with that, ran my tongue along the lips of her kitty again, sucking the cream, losing myself in the nectar once more.
And that did it.
“Mmmph!” came a muffled wail from Daisy, my dick in her mouth making it impossible to talk. “Mmmph! Mmph!” she squealed as I tasted that beautiful twat, burrowing my tongue into her hole as I lapped at the walls of her sweet flesh. And like magic, her mouth began to open, jaw loosening as my pole buried itself deeper into her throat, making its way down her esophagus, the massive dong sliding deep.
And her pussy, fuck, it was pure heaven. The brunette was so wet that her folds glistened and without any warning, she creamed on my tongue, a gush of juice shooting out to bathe me in her essence, that sweet female ambrosia. My cock jerked to heaven after that. Balls high and tight, I began releasing, lashes of sperm erupting into her mouth, shooting straight into the depths of her stomach, pulsing, heaving, the virile jism hot and so tasty.
“Mmmph!” was the brunette’s only cry as she heaved and gasped below me, “Mmmph!”
But her cunt shook still, vibrations rumbling against my mouth as another rush of kitty juice streamed out. I drank it all up, letting it slide down my throat, the feel and taste of pure Daisy heady, enticing, and so fucking arousing.
“Let it go, little girl, let it go,” I murmured into her folds as they spasmed and pulsed around me. And when we were both spent, releasing our mutual juices into each other’s mouths, we final
ly broke off contact. I lifted my face from her snatch and sat up slowly, pulling my dong from her mouth inch by inch. Fuck, it looked good. I was semi-hard still, the shaft glossy and wet as it reappeared between her pink lips, saliva trailing from the corners of her mouth, eyes wide, breathing heavily through her nose as she gazed at me.
And when it was finally out, the girl coughed, hacking a bit, her throat raspy, sore.
“Mr. Marks,” she wheezed. I kissed her slowly then, helping her regain her breath, rubbing her back, even letting my fingers trail against the little snatch a bit to help her over the hump. “Did I do good?” she asked breathily. “Did I do good?”
And I paused momentarily, staring deep in her eyes.
“Little girl,” I said seriously, my blue eyes seizing her caramel ones. “You were better than good – you were the best I’ve ever had.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Tristan
My words had made her happy, I could tell. After I told her she was amazing, beautiful, no, the best, the brunette flushed, a delighted smile wreathing those beautiful lips.
“Really, the best?” she breathed. “But,” and here, she colored, “we’ve only been together twice.”
“Twice is all I need,” I rumbled against her lips, stroking her cheek. “That was enough.”
And she’d giggled again, flushing, flipping her skirt down demurely even as she pulled those knee socks up, straightening them, rearranging her hair, brushing the beautiful brown tresses into place.
“I’m glad you liked it Mr. Marks,” she said saucily as she stood, shooting me a coy glance. “Because there’s more where it came from,” she added, flipping up her skirt for an instant.
And fuck, but I was transfixed, the momentary flash of pink lips and brown pucker making my heart race, body go on high alert. Is this what I was in for long-term? The little vixen had me tied around her finger, swinging me around on a string, and fuck, but I loved it.
Because I fucking loved the fact that Daisy was so saucy, so adventurous, letting me fuck her in the ass, take her puss in public, both holes at once, coming in her mouth and swallowing every drop. I watched, transfixed, as the kitten patted daintily at her lips with a Kleenex from her purse, lightly running her tongue around as if to sweep up the last drops of semen before coating her lips in cherry lip gloss again. Oh shit, what had this girl done to me? I was a prisoner and it was the best prison I’d ever had.
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