The Book Shop

I was in the book shop, browsing a few titles. It was only really by accident that I ever found something interesting or good to read these days and today I felt luckier than usual. I found two books, obscure enough choices to improve me in some chosen field I hoped.


As I walked up to the counter I noticed between the walls of books below, behind, and all around, a blonde lady of around fifty. She was tall and toned, with proud cheeks and short blonde hair, and I grew increasingly attracted to her the more I dared to look. She agreed without much friendliness to my bargaining for the two books, one of which looked like it had fallen into a bath at one point.


I handed over the money and our eyes met. Instead of looking away, when confronted with such a direct hidden desire, and keeping this desire hidden as society instructs, I suddenly asked if she was married and happy. It was a funny question, so direct for all these books, all these thousands of ways to write around it, and here I was suddenly, the newest recruit to her box of memories.

She would probably remember me forever after this, whatever happened. She smiled and said she wasn't married any more, and she felt happy enough about that. She looked at me as if she'd already said too much, and then maybe, like I had done, decided that she too liked what she saw.

'A woman as beautiful as you deserves to be happy,' I said. 'Thank-you she said,' turning slightly flustered, with a half smile, still wary enough for me to be apologise if I was becoming too much. ‘There's not so much time when I'm here.’

‘Even at closing time?’ I asked. She touched her face and looked up the stairs to the exit. She looked at me. ‘Do you need something else, another book?’

‘Okay, I'm going to tell you how I feel about you, right now – just don't phone the police...’ She breathed in with me –


And this crazy young man, or maybe a sex criminal disguised as a gentleman, is now pestering me at closing time – but the problem is I was waiting to see where he was going with it – though I should have known it from the start. He couldn't be serious, I don't want to have to say it but I'm old enough to be his mother…


‘Look, I would really like the chance to come over there or how close I'm allowed and just kiss you or, kiss your hand – or whatever you're comfortable with – I'm sorry if you're in love, remarried, or just don't want this, but I want to let you know how I feel. I'll never come back again if that's what you'd prefer, I mean I – ’


But she was already walking out from behind the counter, crossing the floor and walking up the stairs –


Oh no, she was probably off to get her husband.


I turned the sign in the door and locked it, then I sighed – what was I doing?I was now locked in with a handsome young r****t. A few things flashed through my mind: maybe he was a d**g addict, maybe he actually was a sex criminal – but didn't they go for younger girls, helpless young sluts? - not the woman who spends her time looking after a bookshop. A felt a strange tingle as I looked down the stairs – he had now moved to the bottom of them – we looked at each other without saying anything. His eyes were too bright for him to be a d**g addict. He actually passed in a lot of other areas too. And besides, most sex criminals didn't have so much control, or patience to read. Though maybe that was his plan all along. And walking down with a tingling sensation in my stomach, it looked like I had just subscribed to it to. I decided to make it interesting


‘Okay, I hope my husband, wont catch us...’


He looked confused – ‘ex-husband,’ I corrected. I let him come into kiss me – first he kissed my cheeks I could feel his sweet breath getting hotter, tracing over my chin, before finding my lips then my tongue and then his kiss twined us, oh, God. I broke it suddenly, looking out the windows to see if anyone was gazing inside. Luckily we are on the basement floor. Then we leant in and our mouths where on fire again.

‘I'm a writer,’ he confessed -

‘I should have known,’ I groaned in long overdue pleasure as his paw caressed my breast, trying aimlessly to swat his hand away from my mound, but the truth was I could feel my labia already tingling, rubbing against the buttons in my jeans, already secreting my desire. ‘Not here...’

I lead him by the hand towards the back of the shop...

I let him take off my blouse – and I began kissing her breasts still beautiful and pert, with succulent nipples, I arched to his touches sucking and tonging them.


I still maintained that I would end this before it went too far, I felt my determination melting with my desire...I let him rub me now and even helped him with the buttons. I saw his penis, rearing, very big and extraordinary to see considering my circumstances just five minutes ago, no – not – but then I was being whisked around sitting with my jeans off and my legs spread, on a newly swept table. OH god he was between me, kissing and licking me, I moaned soft curses as I caressed his thick messy hair. he greedily slurped as my lips parted.


She called me a bastard as I continued to bathe my tongue in the wetness of her glistening hole. Around her pussy were curly blond hairs, like an exotic sea orchid – I put my tongue deeper inside – I moaned out for him to stop, don't stop – he stopped - I said don't stop – he stood up…


‘I want to fuck you.’

I just watched, panting in silence, my breaths lifting my nipples to be kissed again, I burned for this boy, this strange creature now with his wonderfully hard looking dick resting at the entrance to my dripping pussy, the lips now spread and quivering – he pulled me up into a sitting positions, as we kissed again – my hand went to his bulging penis...

‘We can’t,’ she said, guiding me as we both groaned from the shock and pleasure I was inside this beautiful dream.

His manhood was big and he had speared it right through into my deepest pits of desire. I kissed him, tasting his young passion, his face wild and majestic, his shaft lodged deep, he fell over the table now thrusting into me as my legs splayed out on either side, a flood of feeling suddenly a torrential orgasm as he thrust himself deep inside, sending thunder claps all around my love tunnel my legs locked around his waist – as I dug my heels into his ass. You're so good, you're so good, you're so good! – fuck me! my breath tore ragged from my chest.


Can you love a stranger? at that point my womb now agreed you could, I wanted his essence inside me.

I moaned into her mouth, my God, I was blasting my seed into her…

as in rhythmic symmetry my womb was being recklessly sprayed – but how I wanted it – moaned, my thighs became like jelly as I encouraged him with gasps and clasped around his manhood Yes shoot more and more cum deep deeper and deeper up inside me, until he was sowing it straight and true - I had no defences any more - I love it, please me yours...


I was fertile and as I clasped his bucking body – gasping out. He was grunting and shouting in triumphant pleasure, his whole body shaking and bucking, every muscle tight and shivering – suddenly I wanted nothing more than him, I wanted to be mated. I was lost completely – his penis was drilling me, the pulsing head melting everything it came into contact with with jets of hot seed. Finally we where panting in the silent smells of books, and evening now outside. I could feel his cum sloshing around deep inside me, but still the last to stop was the kissing, now both in gratitude of the wonderful thing we had done together. Then suddenly I regained my senses, I was still fertile today of all days especially. Maybe he'd just sensed it – smelt something in the air – those ones usually do. It was all my fault of course, I could have just told him to leave, but how was I to know how it was going to turn out? – with my legs wrapped around his waist, welcoming every inch of his thick young cock into my deepest parts, secretly urging him to do what felt most natural and begging it would never end. I was already in love – was that how simple it was? Stupid, stupid biology.


When she let me out it was dark. The street lamps were on. I walked on until I realised I'd forgot the books. I walked back knocking on the door, looking at well known eyes, holding a sweet secret between us already.

I've forgotten my books he said. I want you inside me all night I told him. You can have them back in the morning.


Later on after a bottle and a half of wine, and a spliff, he was ploughing me again, his chest crushing down on my breasts, I shrieked out for him to seed me again, crying out with the emotion of being filled to by a massive young penis. Tell me why you want it he said, please tell me why!

I can't I gasped – I can't, I can't. Please, just shoot it in me, give me your seed. His penis seemed to swell, the veins causing eclectic convulsions, I clutched him to me, crying with the force of my orgasm. My tunnel was clenching him, his heavy balls slapped down again, but instinct still required more from me.


Please, please, please….Oh, God...I love you, please cum in me – cum in me, shoot another baby in me.


I saw a bright light, as from my balls a torrent of pure joy flowed – blasting through me, and up into her,


I love you! – he cried on instinct – our mouths crushed each others moans of passion, as his huge penis hosed my womb with thick cum, blasting it against the my walls, drenching me with his passion. You're putting a baby in my belly, I cried out, you bastard, I dug my nails into his ass, causing him to go into shuddering convulsions, as another bolt of cum struck my churning womb, I love you, you bastard, I screamed as he plunged deeper than I'd ever been filled, in with a roar, and it was true – he'd awoken my body again, my cunt quivered with teenage lust – clasped him to me, my back arched, I massaged his balls, feeling them spasm in bliss, I wanted be sure this time one more time, in silent moans of I begged into his eyes, as he moaned, blasting another load of his thick seed deep into my belly, causing a volcanic orgasm which shook me out cold. when I came around...

I was still lodged deep in side her. I sucked her tits as I pulled myself out, amazed at how possessively her lips still engorged me. She opened her eyes, as I crept my way down until I was at her pussy, pouting with pleasure, and salivating with cum.

I couldn't believe I was responding again, but his slurping sounded and felt so delicious, that was soon moaning in pleasure as he turned me over, bringing my ass and parting the cheeks, his tongue was now poking against me as cum continued to drip over the sheets. My eyes then widened as his dick entered me again, slowly, feeling me back, my head moaned into the pillows, as he plunged into me, with crazed lust, squelching sounds, I gushed in joy, begging him to shoot his wonderful load into me. He threw his head back, his balls churning on my labia, while he battered my belly with his torrential seed – mauling my ass cheeks in his hands. My womb felt like it was drowning in pleasure, now so drenched with my lovers cum, my love hole dissolved in carnal pleasure – I shouted out for him to shoot more love juice into me, I was fertile pussy held him deep in me, as the last jets subsided, and he collapsed onto me.


I don’t think I ever remembered the books.