Pee

Adrenaline made Alex's muscles twitch, letting go of Dinkley's right wrist, he started slapping her face, Hard!

"Shut", "your", "mouth", he intoned in a deep voice, punctuated by sharp slaps that left red welts across her face. Her eyes teared up and she sobbed blindly. Her arms dropped and Alex released her left hand as she knelt further back onto the white tile floor. Alex kept raining down blows, catching the side of her head at times, or her neck as his aim became wild. With his left hand he grabbed his cock and moved it to her face. Dinkley's near-sighted vision caught a close-up of a throbbing member pointed at her mouth.

"No!", she moaned and ducked down closer to the floor, fingers splaying across the tiles feeling for her glasses. Oblivious to the pain, she needed desperately to see before she could think of anything else.

Alex caught her throat with one hand and the back of her head with the other, guiding her back to his groin. As his grip pulled her mouth open, her hands scattered across her glasses laying by the sink. She clasped them tightly and felt a moment of peace and thankfulness. Alex, though, was still burning with anger and promptly **** his cock into her mouth. Her lips bared back in a grimace, but then puckered as his hand moved across her cheeks. Haltingly, her tongue lashed first the head of his cock uncontrollably, and then his shaft as he slid a few inches deeper in. Her tongue acted as if her body needed to know his taste or size intimately. Her mouth was wet, warm and rasping.

Then, Alex stopped clenching and pushed, quickly a torrent of urine gushed from his encased member and filled her mouth. As the librarian tried to open her mouth to let the piss overflow onto her chin, Alex jabbed his cock in deeper, causing her to gag and retch. His cock pressed into her throat and the pee streamed down her gullet. Holding, a sigh of pleasure burbled from Alex and his anger subsided. Long moments passed as his bladder emptied. Dinkley placed her glasses back on her face and peered up at the young man. Her lungs heaved wanting air, making convulsions so violent her breasts pushed themselves fully through the heart shaped cutout in her orange knit sweater. They quivered fat and bulbous as the sweater indented deeply like a cord about the beginning of her breasts.

After he finished, he released the librarian and staggered out of the room. The librarian gasped for air, "Damn you, you won't get away with this. I'll", she gasped again, "track you down and make you pay." Only after he was halfway down the stairs to the main floor, did he remember to tuck his cock back into his pants. His hard-on subsiding, he adjusted himself out of the building and made his way back to his bike.

The parking lot was mostly stripped of spaces, as cars didn't ever tend to stay in one place too long these days. Instead, a milk bank had established a community pick-up center in the abandoned space. Alex winded his way carefully through the line of women holding their pints of milk. Most seemed to be blessed, but not all. Alex gawked at an older woman with grayish white hair standing near the end of the line. Her face was smooth and pretty, but her neck wrinkled. Dressed conservatively, her engorged breasts were hidden behind a pastel flower dress. She carried 2 pints and was trying discreetly to fill a 3rd before it became her turn to make a deposit. Was she blessed or just that **** for money?

Alex trundled on toward school, worried about what the Library was going to say to his mom.