She had two spare bedrooms, she reasoned, so why not rent them out to some young boarders? The first person to answer the ad she put in the paper was a middle-aged woman. Gloria quickly told her the rooms were rented. Then Brian inquired about the room. He was tall, healthy and good-looking. He was just entering college. The horny brunette eagerly dropped the rent twenty dollars to get him to take the room.

Gloria stubbed out her cigarette. Sleep was impossible for her now. Nervously, she walked naked, down the hallway and passed the boy's door. Her ripe tits ached. Her nerve faltered, and she went into the bathroom. She stared at herself in the full-length mirror. With her long shimmering hair down, she reeked with sex, but she was a stranger even to herself.

Her wide brown eyes drank in her proud, creamy tits, her narrow waist and softly curved hips. Her silky tangle of cunthairs were drenched with her passion, and she fought the violent urge to finger fuck herself on the spot. She thought, why cheat herself out of a massive, healthy young cock only a few steps away?

"God, I want to fuck and suck!" the brunette whispered aloud, the throbbing in her soaked cunt becoming a wild hungry rhythm. The aching, trembling librarian felt ripe for fucking to the point of bursting after five desperate years. She feared if she bottled up her violent urges any longer she would lose her mind.

Her eyes closed with decision. To hell with her reputation and her career. She needed sex – raw, hot brutal sex, hour after hour, night after night, and she would damn well risk anything and everything for it.

Taking a deep breath, Gloria went directly to the boy's bedroom. She opened the door, walked in, and quietly closed it behind her. He was lying beneath a single sheet in the warm summer night. The room was only half-dark because of a street light outside. The panting brunette sat on the edge of his bed, slowly lifting back the sheet.