When Amy Met Freddy

The first time Amy met Freddy, it was just like any ordinary day.

Amy was at the library.  She was reading a very intriguing romance novel.  Freddy walked into the library to return some books he had taken out a week prior.  When he turned around, he saw Amy sitting at her table, enthralled in the book.  Upon seeing Amy, Freddy suddenly felt his pants getting tighter.  He looked down and realized that he had gotten a giant boner.  Immediately he tried covering himself with his books.  He couldn’t understand what was happening to him. He had never been turned on before just by looking at someone.

At that moment, Amy looked up and saw Freddy struggling to hide his dick behind his books.  She immediately shied away, but suddenly was overcome with a desire she had never known before.  She glanced in his direction again, and their eyes met for the first time.  By that point, Amy was nearly drowning in her own juices at her table.  She had to have him. 

Amy dropped her book on the table and marched right up to Freddy.  No words were exchanged as she took his hand and he led her towards the back of the library where the private sound-proof reading rooms were.  They both knew what each other had in mind; it was as though their minds and bodies were in total sync with each other. They both had never had this experience before.   It wasn’t love.  It was raw, pure lust, to the tenth degree.

Once the door was closed, Amy was open.  Freddy ripped her panties off and drove his quivering member into her without any hesitation.  He proceeded to pummel her small, tight pussy with all the strength he had in him, without any concern for her well-being.  Amy took it like a champ. She hadn’t had much experience before Freddy, but she knew what she was doing.  She didn’t expect for it to be this intense and for it to hurt! But she loved every minute of it.  Freddy pulled himself out of Amy and shoved her face into his pelvis.  Amy eagerly placed her full, soft lips around his dick and massaged it with her tongue.  When it was time for Freddy to cum, Amy swallowed as though she had found a crystal blue oasis after being parched for weeks in the heat of a desert. 

Once they were all done, Freddy simply pulled his pants up, returned his books at the front and was gone.  Amy fixed her hair and clothes, and walked back to her table, where she continued to read her romance novel.  They continued on as though they had a sudden case of amnesia and forgot all of the events that just took place.  That was the day Amy met Freddy.