Cum

Amid the chaos with the librarian no longer an immediate threat, Alex paused to remember his morning at home. His mother's fuzzy brain and growing hooters rose back into his head. He could have probably gotten away with it if he'd stayed, he mused. Her body wasn't all the way changed. What if he had told her, "Mom, that red bra is getting a bit small, isn't it?" Then he could have reached up to the straps and curled them around his fingers, lifting them up and away from her shoulders showing the deep lines they had formed into her skin. As he slipped them off onto her arms to become slack, at first her breasts would have been lifted even further and pressed more tightly together. Then, those heavy breasts would jut down and separate slightly with a sigh and a bounce. Her nipples could have come into view and Alex would have learned better their color and shape.

Abruptly, Alex came back to reality with Ms. Dinkley no longer struggling. Brad had gone looking for his best friend after his speech and found him standing there in the can in front of a Blessed one. Helpfully, Brad then tried to press filters up Alex's nose. Daydreaming, no matter how pleasant, was no match for such a nasal intrusion.

"Alex, buddy, did you drag her in here?" asked Brad. "Are you crazy?" Brad finished his work getting Alex properly protected from that chemical concoction wafting from the Blessed's sweat glands and turned to look at the busty librarian. Her scent was like rising bread, sex, and a sweet tartness that made you at first parched and muddled, but then incredibly horny. The librarian, outnumbered and blind, started to shiver as she sat quietly on the cold tile floor.

"Not bad, but if you'd just listen you'd know how dangerous this is when you're unprotected" Brad lectured. "Even so, these filters don't last all day you know. 10 minutes maybe, unless you don't breathe that much" he joked. Brad came around and examined the woman. He seemed most interested in the name tag, copying down her name and code #. Flipping the tag slightly with his hand, it thrummed with a light metallic 'thwack' against her chest.

"Honest", Alex replied, "I found her in here. Scared the hell out of me. Thought some rules were still, you know, being followed by library staff!". Alex let go of Ms. Dinkley's arms and turned to the urinal and peed. Brad knelt down and grabbed her glasses, trying on the thick square lenses to comical effect.

"Man, she's gotta be blind as a bat", Brad exclaimed. Turning them round his fingers, Brad heard her meekly beg for their return. Instead, he passed the glasses to Alex and told him "Listen, I've got to get to class. Do what you have to do, but if you end up enslaved by 4-eyes, then to hell with you."

With that, Brad turned and walked out. "Guys, meetings over" was heard through the closed door.

Alex wasn't ready to just go to school yet. With the bladder thing taken care of, he still had a lot of pent up... frustrations. Rather than face the librarian and let down his friends, he tried to start over on his day-dream. His mom, the red bra, the way she could have been his. His cock returned to stiffness and he absently rubbed them with a pair of glasses in his hand.

"I'm sorry", Ms. Dinkley said again, more loudly this time. Alex heard her and turned his focus back to the present. The image of his mom pushing her breasts toward him lovingly faded to the sight of a librarian coming toward him on her hands and knees. Once she came up, her hands felt his legs and slid upwards to his groin. There, Alex still toyed with the glasses.

"Do you want them?" he asked gently.

"Please, God, I'll do anything. I'll even leave you alone, just let me see!" she cried.

"Show me your tits." Alex asked simply. Waiting.

The librarian pulled herself onto her haunches, her chest level with his groin. The orange sweater was very tight with cabling across the bottom and around the heart cut-out. As she worked to pull the sweater over her breasts, the bottom curve of her boobs mashed up and widened. Her arms couldn't **** the sweater slowly over the jutting chest. Rather, she gave up on a gradual peel and resorted to a fierce yank. Her tits quickly contorted like a balloon artist's trick while her sweater ripped along the side seam and collar. The underwire was part of the sweater. It too, had snapped with sharp wires now poking in two fan shapes inside the ruined garment. Shyly, she then lifted her tits with her hands and said, "Please."

Alex set her glasses carefully back onto her face and kissed her forehead. "All better", he murmured. To hell with his friends.

Ms. Dinkley lifted her head, and stared up at Alex with renewed vision. Her hands, still held up her naked breasts in supplication. They glistened with sweat; her large orbs were round and larger than grapefruits. Perhaps a DDD cup, but certainly round and firm. Her nipples were small, erect, pointing as headlights straight ahead.

Alex moved his cock across one nipple, then another leaving pre-cum on them. A slight mist twirled up as his pre-cum mixed with her sweat. Then, he pressed more firmly with his penis onto her tight cleavage. Pressing, pushing, he slowly wedged his cock in until he reached her sternum.

She smiled, starting to cry with relief. Leaning back, hunching her shoulders she pulled her breasts a bit up to rub more against the head of his penis, then opened her cleavage a bit more on the down-stroke to really properly seat his cock. Encased fully, his cock trapped between her big tits, her smile grew wider with a growing happiness. Fwap, fwap, her breasts started moving back and forth. The sound of her flesh slapping against his meat filled the bathroom.

Alex stared down at tits, his hands on her shoulders. Guiding her speed, he started increasing her pace. Remembering the time limit, he knew had to cum soon. "Is this what you wanted?", he asked. "My cock between your fucking tits?" He started thrusting his cock harder into her chest. He could see she was panting now. "Look at me!" he said quite loudly.

Abruptly, the librarian lifted her head and stared into his eyes. "Yes, fuck my fucking tits." She was panting more heavily. "I wanted you between my tits, God! I need that." Her stare got glazed in pleasure, short cries gurgled up from her throat. Her hands squeezed tightly her breasts as she began to orgasm. Frantically, the rhythm of breasts sliding against cock increased. Fwap, fwap, fwap.

Alex could feel his climax soon coming. Quickly, he lifted his hands from her shoulders and placed them on her head. "Look at me fucking your tits!" he shouted, pulling her head down to stare at the pulsing cock plunging up and down her cleavage. "Look at it!". Then, he came. His semen spurted up from her cleavage onto her face and glasses, dripping onto her mouth and chin. More drips fell onto the tops of her breasts as he spasmed again and again in her soft bosom. His cum mingled with her dripping sweat and a mist began to roil toward the bathroom fan.

Embarrassed, Alex pulled away then and zipped himself up. Turning, he said as he left the restroom "I'll be back next week."

Ms. Dinkley took a long time to settle herself down, then longer to clean up. Her sweater was pitched into the can, and so she finished her day at work topless but highly efficient. She knew she owed that young man a favor.