Chapter 8

Candy followed Jeff into the library. His shoulders shook because he was still giggling about the ribbing he had given her in the kitchen. She snuck up behind him, reached around and grabbed his dick again.

"Maybe we need to put some pressure on your femoral artery again." She said. "I think the blood loss is making you lightheaded."

Jeff moaned, his shoulders hunched forward and his eyes closed. He put his hand on top of hers and said, "Candy, that feels unbelievably good."

"I want to see it."

"Um, uh, what about..."

"Harry'll be busy for at least another half hour."

"Um, uh,..." Jeff struggled to form a sentence, but Candy didn't wait. She slid around in front of him while still massaging his member and grabbed the material around the button in his jeans and pulled. The fastening came loose and the zipper started down as Jeff moaned again. She released his denim-clad dick and grabbed the other edge of his waistband and pulled the two apart so the zipper finished its downward journey.

Jeff's rapidly distending penis sprang from the fly of his boxers. It continued to inflate like a fire hose filling with water until it stood proud as a flagpole between them.

Candy's eyes widened when she saw it. Its colossal scale still shocked her. She falteringly reached for it. She grasped just below the head and discovered that her hand barely reached half way around it.

"Wow!" she said.

Jeff groaned and leaned back against the table. Candy reached her other hand up and, together, both hands circled the monster. She stroked up and down under the head a few times and its eye winked audibly with a tiny slap slap. She stood hypnotized by this towering behemoth when they heard Harry.

"Candy! Candy!" the voice got closer with each call.

Candy figured it worked once and it might work twice. Faster than Jeff could even think in his aroused state, she whipped the hem of her t-shirt over his dick and then reached around and hugged him like she had earlier in the kitchen. Only this time Jeff's dick rose between them. When she was fully against him it ended up mashed between them with its head nestled among her beautiful breasts.

"In here, Harry. The library!" she said and smiled at Jeff.

"Oh, there you are, I forgot. Um, what channel do I need next? I forgot that too."

Jeff couldn't believe how oblivious Harry was to their predicament.

"Probably channel 72." Candy said and rolled her shoulders so that Jeff hunched toward her.

"Okay! Thanks!" and he ran back down the hallway. A few seconds later they hear him holler. "That was it!"

By the time they heard that, Candy had recommenced the undulating movement of her chest against Jeff's manhood.

"Jeff, your dick is awesome!" she said and grinned at him.

"Um, uh, thanks I guess."

"You guess!" she squealed and leaned back with her pussy grinding into his scrotum.

"Um, uh, nobody's ever said anything like that before. I just don't know what a proper response is."

"Thank you will suffice." She smiled again and grooved her pussy against him a little harder. Her eyes lidded slightly as she did so.

"Thank you, then." Jeff said and reached around to hug her back now that he observed she was enjoying this also. Her arms tightened about his waist and he cuddled her shoulders toward him again so that, while her pussy rutted against his sack and the lower part of his dick, her tits embraced the head in a velvety tunnel.

This continued for a few minutes until Candy lowered her hands, grabbed Jeff's ass cheeks and gyrated furiously against him.