I mounted Eleanor on the sofa. Our clothes were still on. My dick felt as if it could tear a hole through my own underwear and jeans, then another hole to reach her pussy.
Eleanor’s neck was my target for hungry kisses, then wet licks, then mischievous nibbles. She only threw her head back to expose all her neck for my lovemaking.
Still on top of her, I unbuttoned my jeans and ripped them off. My thick, erect dick tented my white boxers badly. I never remembered being so erect any time before, nor feeling my undies so woefully undersized in the crotch before.
I only unbuttoned Eleanor’s jeans. She knew to do the rest, unzipping the fly and slipping off her pants. Now her bare legs embraced my waist and torso.
I slipped off my briefs. I let my meaty hard dick free from the much-too-small crotch of my underwear. My cock lay on top of Eleanor’s silk panties. She wrapped her legs around me again.
I looked down at the jeans I’d tossed aside. They lay on the institutional-blue library carpet.
“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t expect to need one.”
“I don’t have one either,” Eleanor admitted. “But I’ve only been with one man, and I got tested afterward.”
“I haven’t fucked in a year, and I’ve been tested since then,” I said, licking her ear.
Of course, it was a matter of trust. Of course, anybody could be lying to anybody. Of course, either of us could have contracted a disease from our toothbrushes that morning. But some risks were just worth it.
“I want you to fuck me bareback,” Eleanor said. It sounded more like a plea than an invitation. She was asking for a favor, not offering one. She obviously badly wanted me to fill her pussy. “And shoot your load deep inside me.” She grinned and nodded.
“That’s how fucking bareback usually works, isn’t it?” I grinned back, figuring she must have been on birth control.
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never done it before.”
“Never barebacked?” I asked. I’d certainly had my own share of unadvised barebacking as a teen and a college student. Fortunately, my partners had been other dumb virginal kids my own age, and I hadn’t caught anything. I wouldn’t take that kind of risk now unless I was really sure I could trust the girl. And I was really sure I could trust Eleanor.
Eleanor had been in panties. Now her pussy was bare beneath my dick. Her slippery-wet folds slid against my inner thigh as we moved against each other on the sofa. I slowly fucked the gap between her thighs and lower lips with my dick. She only sighed in response.
“Take me,” she whispered. She scooped the dripping lines of precum from my cock and rubbed them onto her pussy. “I don’t have any lube. Do you?”
“Only the all-natural kind.” I pointed down.
“I still want to do it.” Eleanor looked at me. The sparkle in her eyes was like that of a kid about to go on a roller coaster.
I took charge. I hugged her and started pulling her to stand up, then lean over. “Bend over the sofa.” Eleanor’s ass was round, slightly thick. She stood with her arms far apart on the sofa and her legs far apart on the floor. It was a very warm invitation for me to fuck her.
Cool air washed over my bare, moist dickhead. I hadn’t barebacked in a long time. There was a novelty to looking at a nice pink pussy and knowing that I’d be going into it raw, feeling all of it directly on my dick instead of through latex.
“Now,” Eleanor whispered and teased her lower lips apart more with her hand under her legs. The beautiful pink slit between her legs was my target. Above it was Eleanor’s perfect, smooth, lightly muscled back. Beyond Eleanor’s back and Eleanor’s mess of wavy blonde hair was the narrow window looking out onto downtown New York.
I gently put my dickhead up against her pussy opening. There was still no way it could go in without help. I spit on my right hand’s fingers, then slid two fingers in. Eleanor gasped, then sighed in pleasure. Her canal was tight but slightly loosening for my fingers. She must’ve known that the fingers were only a warmup. I separated my fingers deep inside her pussy, and she gasped and sighed again. The opening was big enough now, and I stepped forward, so my dickhead was ready to enter.
“Now?” I asked into her ear.
“Now,” she said, a bit impatiently.
I thrust my whole body forward. My dick went into Eleanor’s pussy. I pulled out after about halfway in. I knew I was thick and didn’t want to risk hurting this woman.
“Is that ok? Can I go in again?”
“Not deep enough. Go in deeper. Deeper.”
Now Eleanor really sounded impatient. I responded the only way I knew how; I followed instructions. I thrust my dick back into her pussy promptly, immediately, and with a deep, long thrust until I swore I could feel the brush of her cervix on my dickhead.