The boy took a seat in the corner. He waited for that crowd of people to leave, but they stayed on quite long. He noticed Ronnie lurking about the hallway. It was obvious now that his friend didn't believe him. Gary was getting really upset.
The teachers finally began to filter out of the library. Miss Miller nodded to Gary, but it was clear that she didn't want to get too close to him. He might do something, like reach out and touch her tits in front of all those people.
As the last people were leaving, Miss Miller casually stepped over to Gary and whispered to him. "I'm sorry," she said. "It was just one of those conferences. Come back tomorrow."
"Aw, hell," said Gary, disappointed. "I really wanted to see you today."
"I know. Me too. But it's late." The real reason Gary wanted to be with Miss Miller was so that his friend could watch. Ronnie wouldn't come back tomorrow.
The last person was out of the room. Gary looked around and walked over to Miss Miller, who was gathering her belongings together.
"I said tomorrow, Gary," said the librarian sternly. "Please. It's quite late."
"I know," replied Gary sadly. "I waited all this time."
"Tomorrow. I'll make sure well be alone for hours."
"I was kinda lookin' forward to today. I'm really hot today, really hot Miss Miller."
Without listening to her reply, Gary started to rest his arm on her shoulder. She made a feeble attempt to brush him off. It was very late, and not only did she need to get out so she could pick up her dinner before the market closed, but the school was almost ready to close for the day.
Her resolve was weakening. The one thing she couldn't resist was when Gary would touch her breasts. He knew that, and was taking advantage of her. His fingers nimbly slid inside her blouse and gently pressed against her slightly pointy nipples.
"Please don't," she said breathily. "Ohh, Gary, don't do that. It's too late. Tomorrow."
"No, now," he said, still hoping that Ronnie was outside looking in. "I'm hot and I hate bein' hot and stoppin'."
It a true. His cock was beginning to get hard inside his pants, and as he forced his hand on her breasts, she glanced down between his legs and saw a slight string underneath his fly.
Miss Miller now couldn't get up from her desk.
She knew it would be a grave mistake to let Gary continue to touch her, but she couldn't help it. She could feel the juices beginning to trickle out of her slit.
"You want it, dontcha?" he said. "I know you want it, 'cause I can feel your pulse racin'. I want it too, so let's do it."
"No," she whispered. "No. No." It was a useless protest. Despite what she said, Gary continued to rub her tits, making her nipples all hard and erect. He pinched them and she went wild, swooning against his body, hugging his legs to her breasts.
He pushed his knee against her tits. He rubbed her with his thighs, and then gradually pulled her off her chair and sank down with her to the floor.
Miss Miller bit her lip. She knew it was too late for her to stop him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her now, and as he began to mount her, she could feel his throbbing cock pressing through his pants and her skirt to warm the insides of her pussy.
Her juices were streaming out of her cunt now. She could feel her panties getting all hot and wet, and she automatically started to rub herself between her legs. The aroma of hot cunt juices was filling the air, and Gary straddled her and let her watch him start to unzip his fly.
"It's really hard for you, baby," he said as he pulled down the metal zipper. "You're gonna see just how big and hard it is." She watched intently as the boy reached into his open fly, and took out his huge, pulsating meat. It seemed even larger than before, and his balls were rounder, more swollen than ever.
"It's… it's… so big," she gasped. "Ohhhhhhh! Gary, I want it! Please! Ohhhhhhh!"
Gary smiled. He knew she would feel like this. He just had to get her all warmed up. He stroked his long tool in front of her, not letting her reach up with her head to lick it. He was teasing her with his pole, taunting her with it. He rubbed and massaged his penis, driving her more and more desperate for a taste of his cock meat.
"I want it!" she moaned. "Ohhhhhh! I want it! Gary, please! Please let me lick it!"
He shook his head. He knew that the more he rubbed his hard prong, the juicier she would get up her snatch. He wanted to slide up her pussy as if it was better. The hotter she got, the easier it would be to ram his dong all the way up her long hot canal.
"Let me suck it!" she panted. "Please let me suck it! Ohhh! It's so big and thick, Gary! I want it! I want to suck your cock! Ohhhhh! Please! Please!"
He shook his head. He was on top of her, sitting across her stomach, pretending to offer her his prick and balls, and then pulling away from her lips as her tongue darted out of her mouth to get a taste of his masculinity.
She could see a small pearly droplet of jism forming at the boy's pin slit. Her mouth began to water. She ached to taste his sweet cream. All she could think about was sucking off this young arid handsome youth.
Gary's fuzzy balls flopped round as he stroked his spear. He used his other hand now to cup his balls and squeeze them together, again pretending to otter his nuts up to her lips, and then backing away as soon as her tongue was just upon them.
"Why are you torturing me?" she moaned. "Please let me eat them. I want your cock! I want your balls! Ohhhhhh! Don't do this to me! Ohhhhhh!"
Her panties were sopping wet now. She couldn't control the wild flow of hot honey pouring out of her slit, and she rocked gently back and forth to attempt to relieve die itching she felt up her snatch.
Gary now rested his hands on her tits, and started to rub them really hard. Her breasts were swollen. Her nipples were so hard, that they seemed to be breaking off each time he touched them.
She started to shake with frustration. He wasn't letting her touch his prick and balls. He wasn't fucking her. She was going mad with wanting his cock. She thought she would die if she couldn't feel his hard-on somewhere in her body.
Just when she thought that he was punishing her for some imagined wrong, he slid down her body and started to rub his fingers inside the elastic band of her skin. Her body heaved upwards so he would be touching her even harder, and he slipped his fingers inside her skirt and was rubbing the tops of her panties, feeling how hot and wet she was all over her cunt hairs.
"Now do it!" she moaned. "DO it! Ohhhhhh! Fuck me, Gary! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh! I want it! I want to be fucked! Ohhhhhh!" She was screaming quite loud now. Gary looked over his shoulder and felt a great sense of satisfaction. Her cries had riveted the attention of his friend Ronnie, who had quietly slipped into the room.
Since Miss Miller was sure that she would be going right home after her meeting, she had neglected to lock the door, and anyone could walk in. Only Ronnie did, however, and he was staring hard at the incredible sight on the floor in front of the librarian's desk. His own cock was beginning to get hard, and he wished that he could take Gary's place.
Ronnie stood motionless. He was afraid that if he moved closer to the action, he would be seen by her, and she would immediately stop. Ronnie wanted to watch her getting fucked. He loved to see other guys fucking their girls, and watch closely as their pussies got all plugged up with hard cock meat and creamy juice.
Gary unsnapped Miss Miller's skirt. He slid it down around her legs, and then went to work on her panties. They were so wet with her cunt honey that they clung to her pussy, but he pulled hard on them and they too were pulled down around her legs. Her exposed cunt looked so tempting as her juices reflected the light, that Gary's penis started to throb even more wildly.