Smut Your Mouth

The library two

He was sitting at a table in the library when he first noticed the brunette across the way. He knew that he should have been studying… but he couldn't help but watch her. He looks back up at her and sees that while she is reading, she is also running a finger over the top of her breast. He realizes that the few top buttons are undone, and he can see the lace of her pink bra.

He stares at her, forgetting that she could look up and she him. And she does. She looks up and smiles seductively at him, running a finger down to the nearest buttoned button and pulling it down a little. He looks down fast, a blush rising up on his face. He looks up again as he hears her chair moving.

He watches memorized as she walks over to his table and leans sideways against it. She smiles at the fact that he looks nervous but excited.

"I saw you watching me," she says as she drops her finger again before running it over where her hardened nipple is under her shirt.

"Did you?" He gulped. He pulled himself into the table slightly to hide his boner.

"Did you like what you see?"

He nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am." He grabbed the table above his lap, trying to calm himself.

"Don't hide," she said.

He nodded slightly as she leaned forward, giving him a clear view down her shirt. "But, the real question is, do you think that you can handle me," she said as she placed one of her hands under his table onto her thigh.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, his voice shaking slightly.

She slid her hand up his thigh and cupped his member through his pants. She saw him tense and could feel him twitch in her hand.

"My, my, how big are we?" she said as he put his hand on hers. She pushed in and rubbed him and watched his face as his eyes closed and groaned.

He pushed his chair out, and she moved to stand in front of him, still bent over, her hand still on him. She could feel him get harder under her touch, and she smiled and straightened up.

She stepped forward, and under his watchful and hopeful gaze, she slowly straddled him, grinding into him slowly, causing him to shutter and squirm.

She leans forward and runs her fingers into his hair. "I am so wet, and it is all your fault," she whispers into his ear.
She grabs his hands and places them of her covered breast. Momentarily he doesn't know what to do but then starts to massage them. Then he can't stop himself as he leans forward and bites her neck causing her to moan.

She brings her fingers to the hem of his shirt and runs her hands up under it. His hands move to the buttons and start to undo them before stopping, remembering where they are.

"Are you sure we should do this" he whispers looking at her face.

"Yes," she says in a breathless voice as her fingers go to her buttons and undoes them, "just don't take anything off."

He stares at her pink bra contrasting against her skin. He brings his hands up and pushes her bra up, her breast and hard nipples popping out and bobbing a little, moving as she moves.

"You can touch them… it would be better if you did," she said as she ran a single finger over a nipple.

"Yes ma'am" he said as he started to massage them again.

His mouth moved in and took a nipple between his teeth and pulled on it. As his teeth still held it his tongue darted to it and flicked it causing her to moan. She grinds down onto him causing him to move his hands to her ass and to grip onto her.

They move together, him thrusting up and her pushing down, her wet under wear and his pants rubbing together.

"Fuck," she say as they move together, "Fuck, I need you in me."

He moves a hand under her skirt and pulls her thong out of the way, sliding two fingers through her slick before pushing them into her. Her head was thrown backwards, her mouth open as she gave out a cry of pleasure rocking her body on his fingers.

Moving his fingers in and out her, her body shakes with a small orgasm. She screams into him, her body falling onto him, trying to be quiet.

While he continued to finger her, his other hand fell to his pants and unzips them, his hand sliding in and grabbing himself.

"No," she said pulling his hand out, "Pants. Off. Now. I need you all in me."

Her hands grab his belt and undo it, then undo his pants, pushing them and his boxers down until his dick is out, erected up, big and throbbing.

She positioned herself over him and slammed herself down onto him, throwing her head back and screaming. His hands grab onto her ass and pull her down into him, his hips bucking up to meet her. She leans forward, her chest in his face, his lips and teeth grazing her nipples occasionally.
Neither can control the moans or groans as the fuck, and when both start to feel her walls start to clench, he bites onto her neck. She is thrown over the edge, her head thrown back, screaming loudly, not caring that they should be quiet. He cums during her orgasm, both riding them out together.

As the breath and she lays on him, they hear a girl give a small shriek and feet hitting the ground as she moves away.

He looks nervous and tries to get the girl on him to move. She leans back, him still in her, looking down at him before standing up, him sliding out of her. She puts her hands under her skirt and fixes her underwear before clasping her bra again and buttoning her shirt.

"I have to go," she says walking back to her table and picking up her bag and book, "but thanks for that, I needed it."

She is at the back stairs when she looks back and smiles, "you should clean up, the librarian is going to be here soon and you are a mess."

She walked away, not looking back at the bewildered boy trying to figure out what to use to clean up. She smirked as she adjusted her skirt and walked into out the side door.