sent orgasmic waves rippling through my euphoric body. This orgasm made me clench tightly against Josh’s cock and he ground his teeth in an attempt to withhold. I was so enthralled in the moment that nothing else mattered, only our immediate satiation. It was coming, I could feel that both men were about to yield to my feminine charms.
They both withdrew and I knew the finale was near. I instinctively flipped onto all fours; this was something of a sexual default position for me, allowing smooth and uninhibited access to my innermost desire. Hugh now took his place behind me and didn’t hesitate to follow the compass that was his dick into the north of my sex. He was a greedy lover, thrusting into me with an all-consuming passion that I knew was to be extinguished all too quickly. The friction of his sex rubbing against mine was driving me to the brink once again, but it was only when Josh guided his cock into my screaming mouth that I really did explode. The vibration of my cries onto his dick seemed to have an effect on him too, for within seconds he was coming very hard. Although he had considerately pulled out of my mouth, I craved just a little taste of him, so I held out my tongue and he brought his erupting member back to me, just in time to let me partake in the sweetness of his orgasm. I licked hungrily at dick, all the while feeling Hugh preparing to climax. A sharp intake of breath and a final deep thrust signalled his orgasm and he quickly pulled out of me whilst masturbating hard. My very own orgasm was still whirling through me and the intoxication of the moment led my lips to his cock. Once again, I savoured his liquid euphoria and the feeling of my lips grazing against the tip of his sensitive dick made him shudder with unexpected delight.
The three of us collapsed on the bed, with the blissful satiation that only comes once in a while when your body and mind have been simultaneously satisfied. As I lay there between my two young seducers, I realised that something had changed. Staring up at the moon, for the first time in many years I felt like an active protagonist in the play of my own life. I felt free, so wonderfully free. The image of Sleeping Beauty and her Prince came to my mind. Though I may not have had a happy-ever-after with these men, I felt like I had been woken from a comatose state and was now buzzing with this newfound adrenalin and marvelling at how thrillingly magical life could be.
As I tottered away, abandoning my gleaming princes, who were sleeping under the moonlight, I knew that I could never go back. After all these years, I was finally free.
The Librarian
Our university library is a magnificent old building, an architectural masterpiece with vast circular rooms, a spiral staircase running through the middle of the building and connecting the many floors. One can easily lose oneself in its splendour; the wooden shelves seem to reach the sky and the innumerable departments provide the perfect labyrinth for those who might want to escape for a while. Like any library, an air of reverential silence is the only sound humming across the aisles and the slightest sound can provoke the head-turning of the odd student, scattered in the sea of literature.
I found myself there all that summer; exams were approaching and the only place I could find tranquillity was in the cool confines of that space. Many a day would find me poring over some great work, endeavouring to concentrate whilst trying to forget that outdoors I could find hordes of students enjoying the summertime pleasures, ice-creams here, beach trips there. Life was so jovial at this time of year; all cares just seemed to float away into the summer breeze. That was, until I swiped my identity card through the library turnstile. Then I would be reminded of school, the imminent threat of resits and of my future depending on them. All summertime joys just melted away. My sentiments were echoed by the
They both withdrew and I knew the finale was near. I instinctively flipped onto all fours; this was something of a sexual default position for me, allowing smooth and uninhibited access to my innermost desire. Hugh now took his place behind me and didn’t hesitate to follow the compass that was his dick into the north of my sex. He was a greedy lover, thrusting into me with an all-consuming passion that I knew was to be extinguished all too quickly. The friction of his sex rubbing against mine was driving me to the brink once again, but it was only when Josh guided his cock into my screaming mouth that I really did explode. The vibration of my cries onto his dick seemed to have an effect on him too, for within seconds he was coming very hard. Although he had considerately pulled out of my mouth, I craved just a little taste of him, so I held out my tongue and he brought his erupting member back to me, just in time to let me partake in the sweetness of his orgasm. I licked hungrily at dick, all the while feeling Hugh preparing to climax. A sharp intake of breath and a final deep thrust signalled his orgasm and he quickly pulled out of me whilst masturbating hard. My very own orgasm was still whirling through me and the intoxication of the moment led my lips to his cock. Once again, I savoured his liquid euphoria and the feeling of my lips grazing against the tip of his sensitive dick made him shudder with unexpected delight.
The three of us collapsed on the bed, with the blissful satiation that only comes once in a while when your body and mind have been simultaneously satisfied. As I lay there between my two young seducers, I realised that something had changed. Staring up at the moon, for the first time in many years I felt like an active protagonist in the play of my own life. I felt free, so wonderfully free. The image of Sleeping Beauty and her Prince came to my mind. Though I may not have had a happy-ever-after with these men, I felt like I had been woken from a comatose state and was now buzzing with this newfound adrenalin and marvelling at how thrillingly magical life could be.
As I tottered away, abandoning my gleaming princes, who were sleeping under the moonlight, I knew that I could never go back. After all these years, I was finally free.
The Librarian
Our university library is a magnificent old building, an architectural masterpiece with vast circular rooms, a spiral staircase running through the middle of the building and connecting the many floors. One can easily lose oneself in its splendour; the wooden shelves seem to reach the sky and the innumerable departments provide the perfect labyrinth for those who might want to escape for a while. Like any library, an air of reverential silence is the only sound humming across the aisles and the slightest sound can provoke the head-turning of the odd student, scattered in the sea of literature.
I found myself there all that summer; exams were approaching and the only place I could find tranquillity was in the cool confines of that space. Many a day would find me poring over some great work, endeavouring to concentrate whilst trying to forget that outdoors I could find hordes of students enjoying the summertime pleasures, ice-creams here, beach trips there. Life was so jovial at this time of year; all cares just seemed to float away into the summer breeze. That was, until I swiped my identity card through the library turnstile. Then I would be reminded of school, the imminent threat of resits and of my future depending on them. All summertime joys just melted away. My sentiments were echoed by the
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