Knocking up the Librarian MILF (Part 1)

My God, I couldn’t believe how absolutely beautiful she was. The new Librarian, Donna — her name-tag read — was an older MILF and boy was she hot! Every inch of her tall, curvaceous body was charged with sexual heat and desire. Or maybe that was just me. Her large, ponderous breasts and wide, fertile hips drove me absolutely wild with desire every time I saw her. Which, as a college student, was as often as I possibly could.

I always sat in the same corner where I could peer over my laptop and just stare at her gorgeous, tanned face. Sometimes her blue eyes would catch mine and she’d smile at me. That would send my heart beating so fast I thought I would die. Inevitably, I’d have to relieve myself sexually in the restroom or be driven crazy.

Donna knew me by name, but I was far too shy to strike up any kind of meaningful conversation with her. I mean, I was just a poor college student just trying to squeak by and she was an older — probably late thirties, if I had to guess — wife and mother. There was nothing I had that could possibly interest her. Absolutely nothing.

Days and weeks passed with us exchanging glances across the library. Nothing was said, but I swear that the more often she saw me, the more her smile brightened. She was the epitome of sexiness. Long, brown hair, blue eyes, a nice rack — you know, the whole deal. And she always wore a miniskirt that showed off her long, slender legs.

“Hello, Johnny,” I heard her whisper in my ear from behind one day. “Whatcha writing?”

Oh my God, I couldn’t believe it! I had just finished my college work and had started on my…ahem…personal story. It wasn’t anything special — really. It was just a fantasy that I was banging out — no pun intended — about her and I.

“Oh, I uh…” I quickly closed out of the story and brought up my schoolwork. “I was just finishing up my essay.”

“Really?” she whispered softly in my ear, tickling it and causing my cock to grow rock hard. “That’s not what I saw. Unless you’re doing an essay on my body.”

I gulped hard and said nothing. There was nothing I could say. I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“Would you like to?” she purred.

“Like to what?” I squeaked and closed the lid of my laptop.

“Do an essay on my body?” Her tongue flicked out onto my ear.

“I have to get to class now!” I said as I grabbed my laptop, stuffed it into my backpack and raced out of the library, my heart pounding wickedly in my chest. I pedaled my bike as fast as I could back to my apartment.

Shit! I thought as I sat down on my couch. Talk about a missed opportunity!

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I stamped around the living-room for the next half-hour, kicking myself in the balls for my cock-up. Johnny boy! She was coming on to you. She wanted you. Why? Who the fuck cares why. If you hadn’t been such a dumb-ass, you could’ve had her in bed by now. At the same time my hot-pocket dinged in the microwave, a bell went off in my head.

It’s not too late! I quickly scarfed down the food without tasting it, jumped in the shower and readied myself for my date. Hopefully I didn’t scare her away. I knew what time she got off every night as that was when I usually left the library. I looked at my watch. Good, just enough time to get there before she leaves.

*****

“Johnny!” Donna beamed when she left the building and saw me standing there. “I thought you had class or something?” She was smiling mischievously and I knew that it was still on.

“Well, uh…” I looked down at the leaves on the ground — don’t fuck up now John-boy. “I thought you might like some company.”

She shrugged. “Sure, I was just going to stop off and get some fast food. The hubby’s away on business and the kids are at a sleepover and I really don’t feel like cooking. You’re welcome to join me.” Her voice lowered and became husky, “I get awfully lonely when Tom’s not around.”

“Your husband?” I inquired, walking her to her truck. I threw my bike in the back and slid in the passenger seat. I was as fucking nervous as a cat. Was I really going home with my fantasy lover? Really?

She nodded. “Whenever he goes away on a business trip I get so incredibly…” She blushed, but finished anyway. “Horny.” She turned to me and we both laughed. “That didn’t sound right, did it?”

“No, I think it sounded just fine.” Well, at least my cock did.

“So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Johnny,” she applied some make-up, then cranked the engine to life and backed out of the parking space.

I shrugged. “What’s there to tell? I’m just your average college student trying to get ahead in the world.”

“Major?”

“Creative writing,” I said, remembering back to the scene earlier today.

She paused for a moment as she pulled out of the parking lot. “I read some of what you wrote, today, Johnny. Was that part of your assignment?” Her eyes locked onto mine and I nearly had a heart attack. If I hadn’t been locked inside a fast-moving vehicle I probably would’ve taken off again.

“No ma’am,” I gulped.

“You don’t have to call me ma’am. Donna’s fine.” She paused for a few moments before turning into the fast-food drive thru. “That sure was some creative writing you had there, Johnny.”

Oh God, she was pressing. I didn’t really know how to answer her, but my dick was as hard as steel. “Yeah, it was,” I admitted.

“Do you write naughty stories like that about all the girls you come across? Or just me.” The drive-thru lady was waiting to take her order, but she was staring straight at me with her hungry blue eyes.

“I…uh…I…” I stammered.

“That’s okay, Johnny, we’ll talk about this some more later.” She ordered her food and we drove to her house in silence.

I really don’t know what I was expecting when we drove up to her house. It was a very nice, middle-class home and all that, but inside it looked like a fucking palace. Or, maybe I was just used to the cramped quarters of my tiny apartment. I couldn’t imagine how much something like this would go for.

“Have a seat, Johnny. I’m just going to make myself a bit more…comfortable.”

I sat down on her plush sofa as my heart hammered in my chest. What on earth was I doing in this hot MILF’s home? Was I crazy? Maybe I was just setting myself up for a huge crash.

Or…my thoughts trailed off as I saw her come back into the room a completely different woman. She was wearing a tiny tank-top that hid exactly nothing, ripped jean-shorts and sandals. I stared at her breathlessly as she sat down next to me.

“Does this give you any inspiration for your next story about me?” She giggled.

I looked up into her eyes and saw a sexy playfulness that I’d never seen from her — or anyone — before.

“You wrote some really naughty things about me, Johnny…” she smiled as she took my hand in hers. “I think it’s time you tell me exactly how you feel.”

I stared at her with slack jaws and wide eyes. I thought she was beautiful before, but my God, she’d became a creature of pure fantasy now. With her knotted-up tank-top, I could see half her fucking breasts as they peeked over the top of her shirt. I could see enough of them to know that they weren’t fake — they were real.

“I know it can be hard to talk about your feelings sometimes…” she rubbed her soft hands on mine, moving up my arms. “But I think before we go any further, you should tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”

Was this real? Was I really having this conversation with the library MILF? The safety of the library seemed far away at the moment.

She leaned closer to me, her lips inches from mine. “Do you want to kiss me?” I could feel her warm breath on my face and I swear I could smell her sexual heat coming from her mouth. I closed my eyes, gulped and nodded. Then I felt the most exquisite sensation I could ever hope to feel. Her soft, sensual lips brushed slightly against mine.

“I do, too,” she moaned softly as she pressed her ruby-red painted lips into my mouth. I’d never kissed a girl before and wasn’t quite sure how to react. But then I felt her arms wrap around me as she pulled me to her bosom and held me close to her body. That was when I had my very first kiss.

Kissing her was like letting a trapped tiger out of its cage. Within moments her hands were all over me and my shirt was quickly lifted up, revealing my muscle-bound chest. I guess all those crunches and workouts I did finally paid off. Her cool fingers rubbed across every inch of my body.

“Do you fantasize about my breasts?” she whispered huskily into my ear as she snaked her tongue downward into my canal.

“Yes!” I groaned as chills raced through my body.

“Do you know how many times I caught you staring at me?”

I shook my head.

“Every time I caught you, I envisioned you seeing through my blouse and ogling my breasts. Did you know that?” She kissed the side of my neck and worked her way down to my chest.

“No,” I admitted. So this hadn’t been a one-sided lust.

“Yeah,” she moaned as she gently sucked on my nipple. “I’d watch you when you weren’t watching me and I’d sit there and get wet.”

“Really?” I said as she squeezed my muscles, playing with them.

“Yeah, my husband thinks that I was fantasizing about him. But really I was thinking about you.” She kissed me hot on the mouth again before pulling away. “You have no idea how wet I get for you.”

Hearing her talk about herself like this had made me so fucking horny that I couldn’t think straight. However, I didn’t know what to do about it. She sensed this and gently guided my hand to the knot in her shirt.

“It got to the point that I’d picture I was fucking you instead of my husband.”

I fumbled with the knot in her shirt, but soon her large mammaries tumbled into view. “Holy shit!” I said upon seeing how big they really were. “Where were you hiding these?” I needed no prompting to begin caressing them. They were so soft and light — it was like I was stroking a pillow.

“Go gentle…” she threw back her head and moaned. “I’m fertile.”

It took me a few minutes to register what she had just said. “You’re what?” I leaned down and pressed my face into her soft pillows. I could lie here all day!

“Yeah, it’s a shame. My husband left right as I began ovulating. We were going to try for one last baby before I get too old.” She sniffled and got a far away look in her eyes. I brought her back to the here and now when my greedily lips stumbled upon her fat, sensitive nipple.

“It’s…” I struggled with the words. “It’s not too late.”

She thought about my words for a moment as I suckled contentedly on her nipples. “My husband’s not here…” she said softly.

“No,” I looked up into her blue eyes, “But I am.”

“Oh Johnny…” she cradled my head against her breasts as she stroked my hair with her fingers. I continued to lick and suck on her boobs until I felt her fingers make their way down into my shorts and grab ahold of my cock.

“My word!” she said as her eyes lit up. “I didn’t realize you were so nicely endowed. I wonder what something that big feels like inside me?”

Her talking like that nearly caused me to cum in her hands right then and there. As she stroked my cock in my shorts, I began roving my hands all over her body. First I caressed her bare legs. They were well-toned for a gal her age and they felt very soft and pleasant to the touch. I worked my way down her shapely thighs to her calves and then her feet.

“Ooh, would you be a dear and rub my aching feet. I’ve been walking on them all day long!”

How on earth could she have known that I had a massive foot fetish? Wow, this was fucking unbelievable. I quickly knelt down on the plush carpet in front of her and delicately slipped off her sandals. I looked up at her and she smiled as she parted her legs, allowing me a great view of her pussy — except that her jean shorts were in the way.

“Oh, how thoughtless of me,” she chided herself and stood, shucking off her shorts, revealing her very pink and very wet panties.

I took one of her small, cute feet in my hands and couldn’t believe my luck. I pressed my nose to her foot and inhaled her sweet, fertile woman scent. Then I began massaging her arches and toes as she laid back and relaxed. I watched as the wet spot on her panties grew. I didn’t know how much more of this teasing I could take. That was when I made my move.

I wasn’t sure exactly what I was doing, I just knew that I needed it. And from how wet and horny Donna was, I was sure she needed it, too. I finished massaging her feet and started making my way up her toned thighs. My hands shook as I contemplated what I was doing. Would she say no? How would I deal with that kind of rejection? I didn’t have to worry about that, however, as she moaned as spread open her legs even wider as I massaged my way up her calf to her thigh.

“Oh God, Johnny, you have such soft, wonderful hands…” she cooed as I became emboldened and moved on to her thighs. They were so rich and creamy and smooth. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. My cock grew as hard as steel, poking out through my shorts as my shaky hands came closer to a woman’s quim than they ever had before. Would I know what to do when I got there?

As subtly as I could I pressed my nose to her panties and smelled her very intoxicating woman scent. My God, I thought I was going to die right then and there. I honestly don’t think I’d ever smelled anything so uniquely delicious as I was smelling now.

“Do you like what you smell?” she giggled mischievously. “Why don’t you take them off and smell it from the source?”

I groaned as my cock threatened to burst out of my shorts. She lifted her hips as I slowly, tantalizingly pulled down her delicate panties.

What I saw would forever be seared in my mind. Of course I’d seen women’s pussies before — but only in magazines and the Internet. However, there was no comparison to the real thing.

Her labia was large and very, very wet. When she spread her legs, grinning down at me seductively, they spread open like some kind of flesh-colored flower being exposed to light for the first time. The only word I had to describe how her pussy looked was: hungry. That’s right, it was like her fat, engorged lips wanted to take me in and swallow me whole.

I couldn’t resist their pull and leaned forward, not only to smell, but to taste her succulent, over-sized pussy lips. All I knew was that I needed them in my mouth. I wanted to taste a real woman for the first time in my life and I couldn’t have lucked out any more as I found a REAL woman who was willing to take a chance on me.

“That’s right, baby,” she scooted her butt forward toward my glazed-over eyes, “Lick mama’s pussy.”

I didn’t need any more coaxing as I literally mashed my face into her lady parts. She laughed and pulled me back. “Easy, there, Zorro…”

I flicked out my tongue and began dancing it all around her folds. I didn’t have a fucking clue what I was doing — I just knew that I needed to do it.

I sucked and kissed her for several minutes before I happened upon her clit. I began gently sucking on that and realized very quickly that this was what I needed to be concentrating on. She gyrated her hips around, thrusting her sopping wet, cum-drenched pussy into my mouth as she moaned and bucked her hips.

“Oh my God!” she said, grabbing my head as I continued to assault her sensitive nubbin. I tried different patterns of sucking and licking and found that she responded best to slashing motions with my tongue alternated with soft, gentle sucking. A few minutes of that and she was literally screaming my name over and over. I wondered what the neighbors would think. Then I realized that I didn’t care — they were her problem.

At the height of her orgasm, her whole body shook and vibrated and I thought she was having some sort of seizure or something, but when I tried to pull away, she grabbed my head and shoved it right back into her wet snatch.

“Wow! That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had!” she said, panting as she pulled me to her and began kissing her cum off my face. “You sure this is your first time?”

I shrugged and blushed as she naughtily kissed and licked off every drop of her woman cum from my lips and face. When I was duly cleaned up, she stood me up, tugged my shorts down and fawned all over my rigid member.

“This puts my husband’s to shame!” she cried out as she leaned forward and placed her scalding lips around my throbbing, pulsing shaft.

“Holy fuck!” I shouted as I felt the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. There were no words to describe how fucking hot her mouth felt as she pursed her lips and slowly slid down my meat.

If there was a heaven, I was sure that I was experiencing it. She moaned into my cock, making her lips vibrate and I nearly lost it. I involuntarily bucked my hips, pushing my huge cock deep into her throat. But instead of pulling out as I expected her to, she took it all down smoothly.

When she pulled out, she looked up at me, licked her lips and grinned. “I’ve never taken a man so far down before. You don’t mind, do you?”

My cock twitched violently when she said that. Was she fucking kidding? Looking down at her beautiful face, I knew that I was going to have to bury my cock inside her cunt or I was going to blow my load. While still looking up at me innocently, she began massaging my balls in her long, red-tipped fingers.

“Do you like this?” she cooed, maintaining eye-contact the entire time.

I nodded, oblivious to the world around me.

“Do you want to knock me up? Do you want to shove your big, fat dick deep inside my fertile womb and coat my eggs with your potent seed?”

I groaned and my cock began flexing wildly as I pictured doing just that to her. I wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and do exactly that.

That was when it hit me — I needed to take charge and tell her what I was going to do to her. Swiftly, I lifted her up in my arms — I was suddenly grateful for having worked out — and flung her over my shoulder. She pretended to struggle, kicking and flailing her arms, but I knew she wanted it. I didn’t know if she wanted it more than me, but I knew she wanted it.

I kicked open her bedroom door and tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed. It was at that moment that I had grown up and become a man. I fell on top of her and began kissing her all over her body. She laid still, not resisting as I took control of the situation.

“I’m knocking you up,” I whispered in her ear as I pressed my virgin cock at her extremely slick entrance. I may have never seen a real, live vagina, but I was certain that they rarely got this wet. She was ready.

“Please…” she looked into my eyes, begging me to put a baby inside her fertile belly. Her legs spread apart easily and my cock-head had no trouble finding her entrance. It was so slick it took a couple of tries before it stuck inside, but once it did, I groaned as I had my first taste of a woman.

I thought her lips felt good sucking around my head, but that was nothing compared to the way that her mature pussy felt around my shaft. She contracted her pussy walls, sucking me in even deeper than I imagined I could go. I felt like I was being swallowed up by a never-ending rabbit hole of lust and that if I wasn’t careful I’d never find my way out.

“Fuck me, baby!” she cried out as she wrapped her long, delicate legs around me, urging me to push into her deeper. “Cum in my unprotected, fertile womb!”

Her words seared my brain and for the next few minutes were all I could think about. My cock was suddenly filled with sensations that were indescribable — sensations that I could have never imagined even in my wildest dreams.

I suddenly berated myself for waiting this long to get with a woman. But at least I’d found the right woman — a hot cougar who could show me what I was missing.

My cock felt as if it were on fire as I plunged into her inviting pussy. I leaned forward and began massaging her breasts as she moaned and writhed under me. I was certain I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer — especially knowing that I was going to be getting her married womb pregnant.

That was just too much for my mind to comprehend. Here was a very hot, married MILF who wanted me to inseminate her with my potent seed. This was a dream come true!

She enthusiastically threw her arms around me, pulling me down on to her. “Oh God, isn’t this wonderful?” she cried out as our bodies undulated. She pressed her sultry lips to mine and I felt a passion course through me that I’d never felt before. For one, brief moment, this hot MILF was mine. And I was determined to make the most of it.

As our lips intertwined, she lifted her hips up off the bed, trying to get me deeper into her. Finally, she wrapped her slender legs around my hips and repositioned herself so that I had full, complete access to her bottomless pit.

“Shove it all the way in!” she whispered in my ear. I eagerly did as she suggested, bottoming out deep inside her. The feeling was incredible and now I understood why sex was such a big deal. There was literally nothing on earth that felt better. As I pumped in and out of her, I knew that my cock wasn’t going to be able to hold out any longer.

Donna ran her hands all over my body, feeling every inch of me. She cooed happily as she played with my washboard abs. My cock, however, was ready to burst and I bent down and whispered in her ear.

“What do you want?” I grunted, trying desperately not to shoot my load inside her just yet.

She smiled and looked up at me. “I want you to plaster my fertile cunt with your dominant seed. Knock me up, Johnny! Hurry, before my husband comes home.”

The last bit surprised me. “Husband? I thought he was away.”

She smiled naughtily. “Yeah, but he’s due back at any moment.”

That was when I felt my cum boil up from deep inside my balls. Just the mere thought that we could get caught like this sent me over the edge into the strongest, most satisfying orgasm I’d ever had.

Donna screamed as my cock swelled inside her fertile pussy. Jet after potent jet streamed into her ovulating womb, covering anything and everything in its path.

“Thank you!” she cried after her orgasm subsided. “I wanted a baby, but I didn’t want his.”

As my cock shot out the last of my virgin seed, I felt proud that I could give her what she wanted. I don’t know why she chose me, but I was glad she did.

As I lie on top of her, the two of us panting and my cock still twitching greedily in her now-pregnant pussy, I smiled as I thought about her waddling around the library, her pregnant belly jutting out proudly in front of her. And — even if no one else knew — we would both know that it was mine. I was the one who knocked her up.

That was when we heard the car pull up in the garage.

With wide eyes, Donna looked at me and said, “You better go. Grab your bike from the back of my truck and I’ll see you tomorrow at the library.” She kissed me one last time, long and deep and my cock began to twitch back to life inside of her. “Oh, and thanks for the baby!”

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Copyright © 2018 by Nikita Storm

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Everyone in this story is 18 or older.