The library [entrance]

The walk a crossed campus was a brisk one but not uneventful after all, as he approached the quad a pack of sorority sisters came jogging by which in itself was a gleeful display of gluttonous perversion as he normally watched the ladies tight athletically toned booties bounce with every stride, however today the dozen ladies had another more prominent feature violently wobbling with every pound her long legs took to the pavement, sending the unsupported and unbarred glorious display of massive mammaries into a flutter more beautiful than birds in flight. The women took to single file as they passed him, allowing his eyes to grace every single one of the finely formed females as they pressed their arms closer to their bodies in an effort to squeeze by the sidewalk, but more or less crushing her magnimous mammaries together into a dozen sets of purely unavoidable testosterone inspiring parade of beauty which left Alan with a raging stiffy more uncomfortable than Mt. Kilimanjaro tenting his jeans.

But crossing the quad his eyes delighted as they roamed to a more arousing sights, there were few students laying about after classes; one of which was a spunky Gothic art student known as Vanessa Vexen, sat comfortably beneath a tree cradling her own contorted chest to her thickly tattooed torso while holding a canvas against her alluringly smooth and delicate ivory thighs decorated only by her ink and tightly bound by the racing threads of her fishnets until they clipped into her achingly small pair of black hot-pants which seemed to contain the pillow which she had **** into being the glorious display of feminine curvature to which was pressuring the fraying edges of her dinky denims. her top itself consisted of an dark embroidered vest, however it had been unbuttoned; which did nothing to hide her rosy nipples that struggled earnestly against the bitter air as the warmth of her blood pulsed to warm her most intimate extremities. Upon her face however a vision of beauty she was, She was frantically sketching with a look of creative consternation on her immaculately made-up face that he had always found alluring on a delightfully bright girl like the vexing vixen herself.

But none of this was put to any use cooling your embroiled monster situated firmly in your jeans, discreetly adjusting your comfort was the least of your problems however, because when you finally make it to the library Jessica and James are lounging on its austerely granite steps like any students would on a warm day like it Is after all. The two were notorious bullies however and so Alan was planning on ignoring them in the hopes of slipping past, but he couldn't resist this new reality as the far more stacked Jessica did nothing to help his eyes being drawn to the now buxom Jessica whose previously tiny bulldozer rack had never drew his attention before. But now it sat firmly in the spank bank as she giggled and flirted with James, pressing her buoyantly bare love-puppies and grinding her firm baby-bouncers against his well toned bicep, nonchalantly wrapping him in her hooters and staring devoted at her man like a love-sick puppy. Not that she would be outdone by her own bust, she twirled in her high heels, shaking her round toned glutes in a equally scandalous frilly pink skirt which did very little to conceal the cheerleaders smoothly supple, yet athletically strong virile thighs.

Unfortunately for Alan of course, James's eyes seemed to have noticed and picked you out with the likeness to that which any predator of humankind can muster, recognizing your gawking for what it is, he pushes off his clingy girlfriend causing her to stumble and glare furiously at the cause of the interruption to her teasing, nonetheless he disregards her stiflement and stands up and shakes a beer bottle at you as he furiously shouts angrily a crossed the steps, acclimating anyone in the vicinity to the certainty of your impending doom as he berates you. "Get your fucking eyes off my girlfriend you virgin loser!" You were no virgin and so a retort rose in your throat, but glancing towards the dark wood doorways before you offered the easy way out of the situation, but as your eyes accessed the situation, they were hypnotically drawn to a second look at trouble the trouble which got you into this; Jess's rack now turned beautifully in your direction and framed by the girl's folded arms holding the orbs defiantly into a thick display of mouthwatering cleavage, and due to your impulsive perversions helplessly you couldn't resist but to imagine burying your face just once in the latina's mocha cleavage knocking your cheeks against her thick chocolate kisses of nipples which were slightly upturned as she pined in support of her boyfriend destroying your dignity. despite your outright boggling and not unsubstantiated slathering of drool as you anticipate her mounds, the girl strode over to her **** boyfriend wrapping herars around him amd pressing her wobbling whoppers against the bullies wide back, straining her neck to whisper in his ear loud enough for you to hear her her tongue flicked across his earlobe as she tormented both the men at her disposal. "Sweetie, as much fun it is trashing this losers ass, how about we go back to your place and I can put on my uniform and show you how really talented your cheerleader can be before you blow that sticky load on my big perfect tits?" She turns her dark sinful eyes toward you as she whispers hot nothings into his ear, clearly aware the effect her ripe body has on your poor straining erection.

Your wavering attention on James was of course something he also took notice of despite the sticky fantasy his girlfriend laid out for him, he struggled to push off his clingy girlfriend and strode forward in an attempt to scare you off. Tossing the bottle in your direction, but perhaps fortunate due his level of intoxication that his perception was flawed and so he fumbled fairly dramatically, he stumbled drunkenly and loudly like a bear in your general direction. But the frightfully sharp glass fortunately sailed over your head and shattered against the pavement behind you. However James continued his slightly slurring rant; "That's it you little pig-shit I'll make sure you won't look again, you fucking limp-dicked Ass-eater!"