Splayed out on her sturdy kitchen table, Franny Léger groped at her big tits as she rode the wave of her second orgasm -- all thanks to the young guy whose head was planted between her legs, expertly working over her gaping pussy.
Franny knew she was viewed by most as the brainy and introverted librarian in the university's special collections library. So she chuckled to herself as she considered how her current appearance belied her otherwise bookish persona -- what with her skirt hiked up and her blouse and bra yanked open. And groping her fleshy 36F tits that draped across her chest, she squeezed their light brown areolas and nipples and gave a long satisfied moan.
It was a Friday night in July that had begun innocently enough. It started with after-work dinner and drinks with two of her young female colleagues. And when one of them suggested they check out the band that was playing at a nearby bar, they had gone over and paid the cover. Then while her two friends moved onto the crowded dance floor, Franny immediately gravitated towards the stage.
Franny was a bass player. She had played the upright bass since high school and was currently in a community orchestra. But she had recently bought an electric bass and amplifier and was trying to learn to play rock and jazz. She was a good musician and could play most any piece of music put in front of her. But without sheet music she was lost. So she had become increasingly intrigued by bassists who could play by ear -- like the tall good looking young guy who was laying down a solid bottom for the band that was whipping through a set of rocking dance tunes.
Franny stood to the side of the stage and sipped her beer as she followed the bass player's fingers, listening carefully and trying to anticipate his next notes. And when the band took a break, he stepped down off the stage and approached her, having noticed her watching him play.
"Hi, I'm Lute. So, you're a bass player too?" he said as he extended his hand.
Surprised that he had so easily intuited the reason for her interest, she gave him a quick backstory on her bass-playing history as they continued their conversation throughout the break.
Realizing that he was as cute as he was a good musician, Franny, now on her second beer, which along with her after-dinner cocktails was more than she usually consumed, continued to loosen up. She told him of her struggles to move beyond her classical training and into improvisation, and asked how he had learned to play by ear. Lute gave her a few tips to listen for as the band took the stage for their last set, and then offered that if she was interested they could talk more when he was done.
With a fresh beer supplied by Lute, Franny settled in at a front table and kept her eyes and ears attuned to his playing. When the band finished and she and Lute reconnected, she surprised herself by inviting him back to her place, under the pretense of listening to the new Weather Report album, featuring bassist Jaco Pastorius, whom they both admired.
Lute's band was playing at the bar again the following night, meaning no major equipment tear-down was required. So after grabbing his bass, he escorted Franny out the stage door where they climbed into his van and drove over to her house on the outskirts of campus, talking music the whole way.
But after entering her house and closing the door behind them, the musical discussion ceased as the two bass players began kissing and groping at each other in a passionate frenzy. The beers and her strong attraction to this hunky young guy had helped Franny drop her usual inhibitions. And Lute, anxious to see more of her enticing body, soon had her blouse open and his face shoved into her fleshy cleavage.
And this, dear reader, explains how Franny came to be stretched out on her kitchen table, gripping her big tits while Lute, still fully clothed, got her pussy ready for its introduction to the thick ten-inch cock that was bulging in his jeans.
When they had been grinding against each other earlier, Franny had definitely noticed the swelling in Lute's crotch and suspected he was well-endowed. But when he pulled his face out of her pussy and slipped off his pants, she looked down and witnessed the unveiling of the biggest cock she had ever seen. It stood up thick and veiny like the muscled forearm of a weight-lifter. And when he grabbed his shaft and began rubbing its big mushroom head against the lips of her pussy, she swooned in anticipation of being fucked by such a beast.
"My god, you're really big, aren't you Lute?" Franny whispered as she felt his cock's head inching into her ready cunt.
"Yeah, it's a big fella', no doubt," he replied, "And I'll be careful to go slow. But let me know if it hurts, okay?"
Franny smiled and nodded, though from the way it felt so far she wasn't the least bit concerned. "Please give me more," she whispered, ready to do anything this guy wanted just to get his huge cock inside her aching pussy, "God, it feels so good!"
Lute continued sliding his thick python into her stretched twat, watching her face and gauging its expression as he entered her. But everything about her said, "Yes, more!" -- from her blissful grimace to her clenched eyes and jaw. And as he moved his cock in deeper, Franny anxiously shoved her hips forward and ground her cunt down onto his tool until she was almost fully impaled.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, yeah! Give it to me!" Franny moaned in a deep voice that surprised her with its lusty, demanding growl, "Fuck me, Lute! I want it!"
Seeing that his initial prep work on her pussy had done the trick, and that she was well-lubricated for the onslaught of his leviathan, Lute began to slowly move his thick member in and out of her cunt, causing her to gasp and moan with each thrust.
"Oh, yeah, that's right! Yeah! Yeah!"
Now, as they fucked, and for the first time since they had met, Lute had a chance to fully assess Franny Léger.
Being a die-hard tit man, when he had first seen her at the bar he was immediately taken by her full bosom, made all the more alluring by her tall curvaceous frame and wavy shoulder-length reddish-blonde hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. And while she had sipped her beer and studiously watched him play, he also saw that she had a lovely face and deep blue eyes. But beyond these alluring physical characteristics, there was something about her that he found especially intriguing -- a deeply inquisitive intellect.
As she had watched him play, he knew her eyes weren't glued on him because he was a good-looking guy with (as she would soon discover) a huge cock. No. She initially admired him because he was a fine bass player. And that was a feeling he had never really experienced from a woman.
