There are some things that are the same in every country, and fortunately for

Michael, the quaint beauty of the public library was among them. The quiet rustle of
pages, the colorful rows of literature, and the dusty smell of said tomes wafting
through the air. Of course, as much as he loved the atmosphere of the library, he
was only human, and his... desires were perfectly natural. As it happened, said
desires were taking the incredibly shapely form of the librarian restocking the
shelves to the left of him. She looked to be about his age, early 20's, a deep
chocolate coloured complexion with no noticeable blemishes. Her short bob-cut hair
seemed to highlight her amazingly lovely neck, if one could focus long enough to
divert their gaze upwards. Michael had heard the term used over the slightest
justification of description, but this was the very first time he had seen a figure he
could call "Pear Shaped", her fairly slender waist seemed to balloon (a fitting
metaphor the more he thought about it) rapidly as it transitioned to her hips and
rear. Large, soft, and yet firm at the same time, it seemed to jiggle sensually from
the slightest movement, only to return to its fantastically curvy shape. This was not
to say she wasn't gifted up top, certainly larger than the average girl back home,
probably a nice C Cup, but in comparison to her lovely behind, they seemed too...
normal by comparison. Michael could almost feel the blood flow in his body shifting,
if he didn't want to make a spectacle of himself he would have to divert his focus on
to more intellectual matters. "Excuse me?" he asked, tapping lightly on her shoulder.
Clara turned to face the man tapping her shoulder, looking him over to gauge
just what kind of disturbance this was. He was pretty cute, a little taller than her,
with a slender build and fair skin. His chestnut brown hair was cut in a short parted
style, with a clean shaven complexion on face. A pair of round spectacles
highlighted his emerald green eyes, giving him a warm gentlemanly air. She subtly
lowered her gaze, hoping to gauge what he was carrying, the bulge was there, but
didn't seem all that obvious. "Good" she thought to herself, since she was in no
mood to deal with another monster after those last two guys (Not to mention that
Makoto boy). A small wave of heat began to radiate between her thighs, taking with
it the moisture in her mouth. She made sure to swallow before answering his
question.
"Can I help you?" she asked softly, wondering just what he was after. "Yes..." he
continued, his smooth Cambridge accent only aggravating her arousal. "I was
wondering where I might find your science fiction section?" she could feel the
admiration start to drain, as she'd been dealing with far too many so called
"Enthusiasts" of the genre. "For the last time..." she sighed, partly out of annoyance,
with the rest of it coming from her disappointment. "We don't stock those 'Bimbos in
Space' books here." His normally quiet demeanor seemed to break from a comically
exaggerated double take. "Oh-uh... I'm sorry. I was thinking something more along
the lines of Sir Arthur Clarke." he stammered in polite apology. Clara's mouth fell
downward in surprise, this was the first time she'd seen anyone ask for a proper SciFi novel, any disdain she had felt left her as quickly as it had arrived. "Oh my god I'm
so sorry!" she apologized rapidly, hoping he wasn't going to think less of her. "It's
just... I mean, yes we do have Clarke! It's just this way." frantically she gestured for
him to follow her, flashing a polite smile his way, turning his cheeks a bright red. She
giggled softly to herself, glad that she wasn't the only one flustered by their
meeting.
"Here we are." she chirped happily, as he took a moment to draw in their wide

selection ranging from Azimov to Zelazny. "Amazing..." whispered Michael softly,

reaching over to the nearest shelf to grab one of the books. Clara glanced over at
his choice, "Gibson!" she cooed softly "Good choice! You ever read anything by him
before?" "No... I'm afraid not." confessed Michael in a low chuckle "But I have heard
many great things. Should I start with this one?" "No..." Clara shook her head
enthusiastically. "If you gotta read just one Gibson novel, it has to be this one." she
continued, pulling a copy of Neuromancer off the shelf and handing it to him. "Thank
you very much." he responded, bowing ever so slightly in gratitude. "I suppose I
know what I'll be reading tonight, how many books am I allowed to borrow at a
time?" queried Michael. Just before Clara could answer him, a loud voice echoed
through the library, utterly ruining the mood. "There you are babe!"
Clara groaned aloud at the voice, it was sadly familiar. A big muscular figure
strolled inside their little corner, he was decked out in his varsity jersey with a white
tank top beneath it, a backwards baseball cap and the overpowering smell of spray
deodorant. "Been lookin' all over for you!" he said all too loudly. "How come you
haven't been returning my calls!?" Clara swallowed hard, this time out of frustration,
a couple drinks too many last weekend had resulted in her going to bed with this
guy, something she regretted all to much, he'd been too rough and his 9 1/2 inch
cock made his attempts at anal too painful, despite all her protesting. Ever since
then, he'd been calling her several times a day (One of these days she'd have to
track down the asshole who gave him her number) hoping for another session. "Look
Vic..." she sighed "I'm busy right now, could you come back later?" she was hoping
that would be enough to make him back off for at least a little while. No such luck.
"What's the matter? Still too sore?" he leered approaching her from behind. "Come
on... what say we ditch this loser and head back to my place?" he whispered in her
ear as his hands found their way to her ass. Clara was about to give him a clock in
the jaw when a hand smacked Vic's own away. "With all due respect..." scolded the
Brit. "We were having a conversation before you interrupted. Would you please let
us finish?" "Fuck off!" came the oh so eloquent response as Vic shoved Michael
backwards into the bookshelf. In a surprising display of decorum, Michael simply
dusted himself off. "It seems you have no concept of personal space..." he said in a
tone somehow both polite and aggressive at the same time. "I asked nicely, and I
will say it just one more time: Please leave us alone." With a harsh growl, Vic
launched a wild swing at Michael's face, only to meet with empty air as Michael
ducked beneath the blow in a flash. In the course of a split second, Michael launched
two hooks to the kidney's, staggering his opponent in a wheezing stupor. Quickly
taking advantage of the staggered state, Michael threw a third punch, an uppercut
this time, right beneath the chin, launching the confused figure to the ground in a
painfully huddled heap.
"Awfully sorry..." quipped Michael, taking great care to tread on him as he
approached Clara. "Are you alright?" Clara struggled to find the words as the
moisture once again left her mouth to travel southward. "Wow..." she muttered dryly.
"T-thank you." Michael waved his hand in response. "It was nothing, I just did what
any Gentleman should." "Yeah but..." she continued, glancing downward at the
figure on the ground. "I've never met a Gentleman before." Michael smiled warmly in
response, offering his hand to her. "Then allow me to introduce myself: Michael
Lancaster at your service." "Clara..." she whispered softly as she held out her hand
expecting him to shake it. "Clara Reeves" "A pleasure." he replied, kissing the hand
she offered him. Her cheeks flushed a bright red as she struggled to find the words.
"Listen, uh... What you did there it was... sweet" she stammered "I was wondering...

is there... is there anything I can do to thank you?" This was enough to shake his
composure again, if only slightly. "Well... I suppose if it's not too much to ask, how
about dinner at my place? I'll cook, don't worry about a thing?" Clara could hardly
believe how well this was going." Y-yeah! I'd love to!" she squealed a little louder
than was usual in a Library. "I get off at 6!" Taking a scrap of paper out of his pocket,
Michael hastily scribbled his address onto it, handing it over to her. "I'll see you at 8
then."
Everything about her date was going excellently for Clara, a great dinner, fine
wine, nice music, and a charming tour of the apartment. At the moment, she was
carefully examining Michael's book collection, admiring the wonderful selection,
much like she could tell he was admiring her. She didn't mind so much, she would be
lying if she said she hadn't expected him to stare at her ass, especially not when she
had picked out a lovely black minidress to show it off in. With a soft giggle, she
pretended not notice. "You sure have a lot of books here..." she teased, "Why'd you
even come to the Library if you have one of your own?" "Oh, I've already read
everything here" he responded in a slight fluster, sitting down on his bed and
leaning forward, probably to hide the erection he was getting. How cute. "If I happen
to find something I like, I make a habit of buying it later to take home." Opportunity
was knocking, and Clara just had to answer. "Including me?" she teased, flashing
him a soft smile. "I-I beg your pardon?" stammered Michael, turning a bright shade
of red. "Come on... don't be shy." she continued, turning around and approaching
him, making a show of swinging her hips as she walked. "You were really brave
today..." she cooed, sitting on his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "It-It
was nothing, rea-" her finger rested on his lips, cutting off his protests. "No, it
wasn't. It was the bravest, sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I said I
wanted to thank you, and I meant it. Just relax..." she whispered sensually. "And let
me thank you."
Clara withdrew her finger from his lips, only to replace them with her own.
Tenderly at first, she gradually let it become more lewd as he responded to her. Their
tongues met, softly entwining with one another as they explored each others
mouths, countless minutes passed as loud and wet smacks echoed through the
room. She could feel Michael's hands caressing her curves, eager to explore her
further, just as she wanted him to do. Their kiss broke as she gasped for air, only for
his mouth to make its way to her neck. "Oooo" she squealed, as he lavished kisses
all along her neck, falling back onto the bed as he lay on top of her. Gently, he
removed the dress, tossing it aside leaving her in her underwear. Michael then
started kiss downwards, from her shoulder down to her breasts. Reaching around
her, he unhooked her bra to release them to the air, she must have had the chance
to sunbathe nude, since he saw no tanlines of any kind. There was no spot on her
tits that managed to escape his mouth, as he licked, sucked, kissed and nibbled
every square inch of her womanly endowments. Clara gasped in pleasure, feeling
the shock echo through her body as her pussy moistened in anticipation. Finally, he
ceased his assault, and started to kiss downward while taking off her panties, again
tossing them aside in a hurry. "Stop." she managed to squeak, her mind getting
dizzy with pleasure. "I'm sorry... did I do something wrong?" Michael frantically
apologized, only to have Clara's finger rest on his lips again. "No... you're doing fine"
she giggled. "But this is supposed to be your reward..." she continued as she began
to unbuckle his pants. "So I think I should be handling...you...i-instead..." her

enthusiasm quickly faded into sheer shock as she slid his boxers down, unleashing a
monster he had been letting dangle down his leg.
She'd thought Vic was large, but this... this was a whole new beast. It seemed
to glare right at her menacingly, slowly rising in response. It looked to be just about
a foot and a half in length, slightly shorter than some of the guys her friends had
been raving about (Though he had no reason to feel ashamed there in that
department) but enormously thick, putting her wrists, forearms, no her calves to
shame. As far as she could tell, he was uncut, not that it mattered much since his
sheer girth was pushing it back, a pair of softball sized balls rested comfortably
beneath his cock, perfectly smooth and hairless. She swallowed hard again, out of
sheer terror as she shook her head in disbelief. "No way...that can't be.. that can't be
real." "Oh I assure you..." Michael replied, grabbing her wrist and guiding her hand
to him to let her feel for herself. "It is real." The heat filled her hand almost as much
as the huge mass, there was no way he could have fit the whole thing in one of her
hands... but even she could not believe that her hand didn't even manage to hold
half of it. "I hate to bother you..." he chuckled softly "But weren't you saying
something about thanking me?" his politeness was starting to give way to his more
primal urges. "R-Right! Just... let me focus." Clara could not imagine it fitting inside
her at all, but she really did want to show her gratitude. "Okay..." she thought to
herself, "Maybe he'll be satisfied with a blowjob." Putting on her best smile, Clara
began to work it, kissing down to the base and up again to the tip, gently flicking her
tongue across the head. She had to admit, he tasted really good, but couldn't let
him get too cocky about it or he might get too aggressive. Opening her jaw as far as
it could go, she slid the head in her mouth, practically choking already on just the
apple sized head filling her mouth to the brim. Clara was sure she'd unhinged her
jaw in the process, and even still she could barely keep her teeth from brushing
along the shaft, amazingly he didn't seem to mind all that much. Her deepthroating
skills were being put to the test with just a small portion of his cock, bobbing back
and forth with 3-4 inch strokes. *gluck! gack!* slobber dribbled out of her mouth as
she tried to move faster for him. He groaned softly, clearly enjoying himself, maybe
he would finish soon, because she could already feel the ache cramping up her jaw.
She closed her eyes and upped her pace just a little bit, praying to whoever was
listening up there that he would finish soon. All of the sudden, she felt a hand behind
her head, snapping her eyes wide open, looking up, she saw a his forearm reaching
towards her, as an aggressive look adorned his eyes, it was obvious what he was
about to do. "Nmmph!" she mumbled in despair, clearly falling on deaf ears as his
hand shoved hard. Almost half his cock forced its way into her throat, blocking all air
off as she felt it sink into her. Clara struggled in vain to breathe, feeling her eyes
start to water, dripping mascara onto the remaining inches of cock in front of her. As
suddenly as he had inserted it, Michael pulled back, letting Clara take a few gasps of
air before shoving it all back in again. He kept up this pace for a while, causing
Clara's mind to blank with the sensations, it hurt, but... at the same time, she could
not remove her fingers from her dripping wet pussy. 3 fingers thrust in and out
rapidly, while her thumb frantically rubbed her clit, sending her rolling through
waves of pleasure as her juices squirted all over the bed in response. Less than a
minute later, she felt lightning shoot through her nerves, blanking out her mind for a
brief second as she quivered in delight, she was coming... and it was a big one. But
even with his partner shuddering in pleasure beneath him, Michael did not cease his
assault in the slightest, sliding more and more into her throat with every thrust. He

kept up this routine for another 10 minutes, drawing out another 4 massive climaxes
(And endless small ones) from Clara before he finally pulled off, aiming his cock at
her open mouth. It was like a hose had been turned on full blast, as shot after shot
erupted, coating her mouth in what had to be a full liter of almost steaming hot cum,
what she couldn't swallow she let dribble down onto her tits, contrasting her dark
skin with the pearl white shine of his load. Finally he ceased, letting the remaining
drops drip down onto her quivering thighs.
"Whoa..." Clara finally managed to gasp out in between breaths. "That was...
one hell of a big load... do you... always finish this way?" she joked, trying to find the
strength to reach for her discarded clothes. "No... after all, I'm not finished yet."
chuckled Michael, gently cupping his enormous balls to highlight the point. Clara's
eyes grew wide in fear, "No way..." she trembled again. "Oh yes... don't worry, I'm
not even halfway finished with you." he reassured, kissing her forehead as he lifted
her onto his lap, the throbbing tip resting directly against her thoroughly soaked
womanhood. "NoooooooOOAAAHHHGH!" Clara screamed in pained protest and
delight as he forced his way into her pussy, letting out a loud *Squealch* as she
desperately tried to lubricate the monstrous invader, drawing out a painful 6th
orgasm just from sliding inside. This was going to be an intense ride, she could only
hope that she'd still be in one piece when he was done.
*Smack* *Smack* *Smack* The loud sounds of their coupling echoed through
the room loudly in sync with Clara's pained cries of pleasure, Michael's hands had
sunk deep into the soft flesh of her ass, gripping her as he controlled her
movements to match his own thrusts. Clara could barely form a coherent thought
between the endless climaxes she was receiving, almost as soon as one ended she
felt the next building, she tried to ground her sanity by counting them, but quickly
lost count somewhere in the 20's. "Ohfuckohshitfuckinghuge!" her words were lost in
an endless babble of obscenities, only to be silenced by another kiss from Michael,
amplifying the pleasure of her next climax 10 fold. She could not be sure how long
this intense fucking had gone on before she was pushed back onto the bed in
missionary position. The angle changed the sensation ever so slightly as he forced
more and more into her. Through the haze of blissful agony, she somehow managed
to glance downward, it was a sight to behold. A reflective sheen coated his cock,
ending about 2/3rds of the way down. Clara's amazement at how far it had reached
was drowned out by the mind blowing girth stretching her poor overstuffed pussy
farther than she had ever thought possible, only for her thoughts to be drowned out
again with what had to have been her 50-60th orgasm. "God- too much- too much
coOOAAHHH!" she screamed as another cut her off. All her sensations were dulling
away, leaving behind nothing but the pain and pleasure as he somehow made room
for more of his monster. It seemed like an eternity had passed before she felt his
cock twitch rapidly, blasting load after load inside her with warm gooey bursts, the
sensation caused her eyes to roll back all the way as she experienced her biggest
orgasm ever, exploding pussy juices in arousal as she found herself lost in complete
bliss for what must have been a full minute of continuous climaxing.
As they both subsided, Michael pulled back, letting his load dribble out onto
the bed, Clara's gaping pussy desperately trying to hold it in between twitches of
delight. "Are...are... we done?" she managed to speak, fearful of his reply as Michael
gently turned her over. "No, we're not... not yet." he reassured, kissing her deeply as
he pressed the tip to her tight asshole. Clara's eyes grew wider as she frantically

tried to protest. "No way! No! You're not going to fit that in my-" her words were
interrupted by a cry of utter gibberish as he sank over a foot of hard cock inside her.
If her pussy was considered tight, her ass would be best described as a vice,
gripping Michael hard as he continued to force his way deeper and deeper, letting
her soft cheeks cushion his rapid thrusts. Clara could already feel the onslaught of
orgasms starting again, a little more pain... and a lot more pleasure. "No- No- Fuckno!" she stammered in protest, knowing in her heart he wouldn't stop, and that she
didn't want him to. Somewhere in this animalistic coupling, she retained enough
sensation to feel something smack against her enormous ass cheeks. Suddenly it
dawned on her, he was all the way inside, she was stuffed full of 18 inches of
monstrously thick man-meat. The epiphany alone triggered another climax from her,
as the friction drew another one at the same time. Eventually, she felt him lean over
to her ear, whispering softly as she came once more from another deep thrust.
"Where do you want it?" Clara struggled to form the words in-between cries of
pleasure. "I-OO-In-Inside meEEE!" Once again she felt him twitch inside her, opening
the floodgates in both him and herself. It was as if every climax beforehand had
been build up to this one, the pure pleasure dwarfing the intensity of all her previous
ones, continuing beyond what she'd thought possible. Finally, she subsided,
struggling to realize just where she was... before she felt the familiar sensations of
Michael starting to move again.
A week had passed since then, and Michael had found his way over to the
Library, he could see Clara stocking books once again, clumsily wobbling from shelf
to shelf. "Excuse me..." he asked tapping her shoulder softly again. Clara winced in
response before turning to face Michael again. "I just came to return my books... and
to check up on you. Are you alright?" "Am I alright?" she snapped, carefully keeping
her voice low. "I haven't been able to sit down for a week, and it still stings when I
walk! No, I'm not alright." Michael turned his gaze away, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
his words were cut off once again by Clara's finger on his lips. "Next time... be more
gentle. Okay?" she scolded, flashing her smile at him. Michael's sheepish expression
turned into a smile of his own. "Is that really how you want it?" "No."