Mark Carver - Hot pants librarian

All she wanted was a nice young college girl to rent the other bedroom. She needn't be beautiful, just well-stacked, or at least with sexy tortures, especially her mouth. As eagerly as Brian had eaten her hot pussy, Gloria knew girls were far more sensitive.

A fierce new excitement soared in the ripe brunette's blood. You could play an almost endless number of games with a handsome, superbly hung boy and a pretty girl. You could watch and join and direct and explore and suck and fuck with ravenous delight after all the restless, lonely nights…

Even if she had to maintain her cool, aloof image at work, she could still play any role she wanted in her own home. Sexy clothes and lingerie, and makeup. Deep down, every woman wanted to be a whore for just one night, an unashamed, madly fucking nymph, giving in to every violent desire.

And Gloria could do it every night. All she had to do was keep her composure at the library, play it cool, and resist temptation. It wouldn't be hard at all, really, she thought.

Even then, the lush, passionately awakened librarian knew that was a damned lie.

Gloria knew, with an eerie thrill of fear, that she was losing her control that same afternoon. She hadn't gone to the library until noon. She had gotten her boarder erect twice more, and feverishly drained him dry each time. Normally, when she came in at noon she had the option of leaving either at five or closing the library herself at nine.

Tonight she knew she would close the library. She would not be alone. The only question was – a boy or a girl?

There were moments when her heart hammered against her chest and her lips tingled fiercely when she was a lovely young girl through her glass-walled office. Those pert young tits and utterly luscious little asses bounced, invitingly outlined through their tight skirts or jeans. She imagined the silky feel of theft hot young cheeks beneath her spanking fingers, teasing the crevice of their satiny asscheeks with her loving tongue, then plunging deep and ravenously into their succulent hot slits…

A few minutes later, a clean-cut boy would pass by, and the secretly amused brunette would lick her sensuous lips as she gazed at his crotch. Her pussy was beginning to seep hotly in her panties. Somehow the risk didn't seem important anymore. Her long arduous fuck session in the early hours that morning had ripped the lid off her buried passion, and her obscene imagination ran wild.

But in spite of her constantly throbbing cunt and erotic flashes, Gloria knew the hazards of trying to seduce a young girl in her library office after hours were tremendous. You simply didn't suck off and masturbate girls, especially in a conservative town like this. The same act with a boy carried much less risk.

And the librarian had a growing curiosity about cocks. She knew they came in various sizes and shapes, but she'd seen and had so few, she wondered if they all tasted alike – hot and male and bursting with power. She wondered if all their come tasted salty and pungent, and if they all had tiny purple veins throbbing in their meat.

By eight o'clock that evening, Gloria realized you couldn't think about one thing for eight solid hours and not do something about it. Her fully curved tits were clammy with excitement and her panties were soaked with eager wetness. She gazed out at the library. There were only two boys and a girl, ail by themselves, reading and making notes.

She knew one of the boys, a football player who'd talked to her once because he was really concerned about his poor grades. He spent four or five nights a week, studying intensely. He had a huge bulge jutting out from his tight jeans. He wasn't overly bright, but a very nice boy, the librarian told herself. Judging from his crotch, his cock would be immense.

Could he be trusted? By quarter to nine, he was the only one left in the library, and Gloria didn't give a damn whether he could be trusted or not. She was so hot, she thought that she would fuck a dog if one wandered in. She recalled the boy's name was Jack. She left her office and approached him. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Hi, Miss Shannon," he said. "Casing time?"

With his blond good looks the star football player undoubtedly had plenty of girls, thought Gloria. Now she would show him the difference between a girl and a woman.

"As a matter of fact yes, Jack. But I need your muscles for a few minutes. Would you mind?"

He stood up, without a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"Sure, Miss Shannon, just name it," he said.

The shapely brunette felt her knees tremble as she went to lock the library doors. All she had to do was play it safe with Brian in her own house.

His hot, bristling young cock was enough to satisfy any passionate woman. But after five years, Gloria wasn't just passionate – she was approaching the point of sheer insatiability. The risk was half the fun, a kind of perverse challenge that drove the voluptuous brunette with relentless, lustful power.

"In my office, Jack," she told him.

He followed her into her office, and she turned the master switch that shut off the library lights. She switched on a desk lamp and turned off the overhead light. Jack watched her, baffled. Nervously, Gloria sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. Glancing at his massive crotch, she knew a herd of bulls couldn't stop her now.

"Sit here," she said huskily, patting the sofa beside her. "I want to have a little talk with you, Jack."

Puzzled, the eighteen-year-old sat on the sofa. Not a single thought of sex had crossed his mind, not with the aloof, respectable town librarian. Gloria spoke as she took off her glasses, and uncoiled her hair.

"I know you're worried about your studies, Jack," she said. "Don't be. You'll pass in school. Just grind the homework out and you won't fail. But there's something more important than that." Jack felt a sharp tingle in his long prick. She looked completely different with her glasses off and hair down – striking and sexy. Her eyes were huge and luminous, burning through him with an unmistakable message. Good Christ, the librarian had the hots for him!

"Intelligence isn't everything, Jack," she whispered, putting a hand on his thigh, and rubbing slowly toward his swelling cock. "Being a man is even more important. We both know a lot of arrogant twerps with brains, but they're not all men, are they? I think you're a man already, Jack. I want you to prove it to me."

The football player gulped. "Prove it to you?" Normally, he went about fucking a girl simply by taking her to a drive-in movie or to the woods outside of town, necking with her and then shoving it to her. But this was a lady – a tall, leggy lady with class, not a giggling football groupie at a drive-in movie. And she wanted him to prove he was a man.

"Prove ft to me," she repeated in a sultry voice. She rubbed her hot palm over his thick crotch, and his massive cock leaped instantly.

"Take off your pants," she whispered, her face suddenly contorted with lust. "Show me your big cock and I'll give you the blowjob of your lifetime, Jack."

His mouth dropped open. She had already unzipped his fly and was groping eagerly for his rod. She brought it out with a low hiss of pleasure. Jack watched the town librarian with astonishment as she licked her lips with lewd excitement and jerked his meat softly in her hot fist.

"Oh, that's a beauty, Jack!" she exclaimed. "You are a man, aren't you? Be honest with me, now, darling, when was the last time you had it?"

If he hadn't been so startled and awkward, Jack would have shot off in her fingers at that moment. She continued to play lewdly with his cock while she rolled up her skirt, and began to slide her panties and nylons down. His eyes went down to her creamy thighs and pink, glistening cunt and he swallowed hard.