Paul & Jane

He was in her. For a long moment, Jane just sat there, relishing the feeling of having a cock inside her and being so very, irredeemably horny. Leaning forward over the raccoon, her sensitive breasts sending jolts through her each time they brushed his face, she began to move. Jane began slowly, controlling her eagerness so that it would last. She slowly stood up, until the cock's head was only just inside the lips of her pussy, twitching like it might escape. Then, just as slowly, she lowered herself again. She and the boy - the man, the thought to herself - breathed out at the same time.

She picked up speed, but only a little. Once Jane hit a natural but deliberate rhythm, she kept to it, lifting and lowering herself over and over. The sound of her thigh slapping against his pleased her; he seemed to have pushed his jeans farther down. His hands started to move, caressing her hips up to her breasts, which he grabbed. It sent a sensation straight down to her pussy, and she arched her back in pleasure. The boy's hands then flowed down her back until they reached her ass. He pulled her buttocks apart, adding another sensation to her measured fucking that almost made her come.

Dan grabbed her ass harder as her rhythm sped up. The volume of her moans and growls told him she liked that, and he pressed her ass against him as she fucked him. But he had no leverage, and he was so very hard, and horny, and everything in his body was telling him to fuck her faster. So, holding the woman tight, Dan stood up. She gasped as he lifted her to the desk, but before he could begin she stopped him. "Oh, god," she breathed, "Wait." His ears fell and he whimpered briefly as she took his penis out of her, but she quickly turned around and bent over the desk and his book.

As inexperienced as he seemed at first, the boy Jane had found knew what to do. He plunged into her, and ran his hands roughly from her ass up to her breasts. He tried to start slowly, but lust soon overwhelmed him. He fucked her with abandon, moving her breasts as they pressed against the book he'd once been peacefully reading. His moans were coming raggedly now, and hers were loud enough that she thought they must be audible from the circulation desk two floors up as she thrust in time against him. Every time their bodies met, she thought she would come, but it didn't happen until he leaned over her and bit her shoulder through her shirt, a predator's urges coming out. The scrape of his teeth on her skin pushed her over the edge, and she wailed as the orgasm swept over her in waves.

She made a sound like he must be hurting her, but Dan felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Bent over her, his hands on her ass and legs, touching her as many places as he could, in that second everything he was feeling grew and grew and grew... . He shuddered, and he could feel her shuddering, too. Panting, Dan lay there for a minute, then stepped back and out of her. His penis flopped to one side and flicked a bit of sperm to the ground. He could see it in her pussy, his white slowly running out of her open pink and red.

Sitting back on the chair, he just stared dumbly as the mystery woman stood up and straightened out her clothes. She had to unbutton her bra to get it right, and he found himself appreciating the shape of her breasts in a way he'd never had the chance to before now. Dazedly, he did the same, pulling his underwear up over his dripping penis, then lifting and fastening his pants.

Pulling her hair back into a bun, Jane picked up her glasses from where they'd fallen on the desk. She settled them on her face, then walked to the corridor from which she'd found this young student. Stopping there, she turned and looked back at the boy while he watched her go. "Do you study here often?" It was the most she'd said to him yet. When he nodded, she said, "Good," and left without another word.

Dan watched her go and felt his penis give him another twitch. He'd have to rethink telling his friends what a great study spot this was.