Mark Carver: Hot pants librarian

The fact was, the brunette was the complete opposite of her mother, who Cindy detested. Miss Shannon was obviously a lady with class and education and manners, not a drunken tramp.

"Oh, I like it," Cindy said eagerly. "Who else lives here?"

"A very nice boy named Brian," Gloria replied. "He's out right now, but I know you'll like him."

The vivid image of Brian passionately fucking the tawny, moaning blonde flashed in Gloria's mind, and she shivered with lust.

"There'll be just the three of us, Cindy," she said. "And from now on you can call me Gloria. Come on, I'll show you around the house."

She led Cindy to the bathroom, turning to her with a hot, rising excitement.

"You must have taken the early bus from San Francisco," Gloria said. "SO you probably haven't had much sleep, have you, poor thing? Are you hungry?"

"Not really, but I could use a long hot bath and a nap."

Christ, I'm the one that's hungry, starved for this gorgeous little angel, Gloria thought with a wild, depraved anticipation. Quickly, the brunette handed her a large clean towel, and started running water in the bathtub.

"You run along to your room and undress and put this on," Gloria told her. "Then we'll have a nice long chat while you soak in the tub. All right, darling?"

Cindy nodded, flashing her a warm smile. The runaway wasn't used to affectionate terms like darling, or being treated with even a shred of warmth or kindness. She'd been so braced and on guard for years against her mother's drunken attacks. She felt completely relaxed and trusting around Gloria.

She, too, was starved. Not for sex at her tender age, but for simple love and affection. The hotly aroused brunette sensed this at once in Cindy. A little motherly affection, a lot of sympathy, and she could be happily sucking off the blonde every night. As long as she didn't go wild and give in to her violent urges on the spur of the moment, the way she'd done with that massively hung football player in her office last night.

The bath was still running when Cindy returned, draped in a towel. The young blonde didn't feel at all self-conscious as she took off the towel and dipped her toes in the water. Not a single thought of sex crossed her mind in the presence of her new landlady.

"Is it too hot?" Gloria asked hoarsely. It took a fierce effort of will for the hungry librarian to resist clutching the girl's naked, golden tits in her greedy fingers and sucking on them with ravenous moans. God, what a luscious body! Skin like silk, each perfect tit centered with a large rosy nipple. Smooth, utterly kissable thighs, and beneath her softly rounded belly, a nest of golden curly cunt hairs. Her pink, tiny pussy seemed no more than a dimple glistening wetly. Looking at it brought a sharp tingle to Gloria's lips and tongue.

Cindy's plump, tawny ass was so sweet and juicy-looking with her lushly rounded cheeks. The excited brunette wanted to kneel down that moment and just suck and lick at those hot, sexy mounds for a full ten minutes before plunging her tongue deep into her rosy cunt slit and tiny asshole.

"No, the water's just right," Cindy said. She got into the tub and lay back with a long, happy sigh. She felt like nix escaped convict, but deliciously free and safe. She felt so trusting around the brunette, feeling her shining and concerned eyes on her, that Cindy almost told her the truth about everything.

"Just let me get my cigarettes and we'll have a nice long talk, honey," Gloria told her.

Trembling with excitement, Gloria went into her bedroom and stripped naked, putting on a terry-cloth robe. She grabbed her cigarettes. She tried to ignore the stinging fever in her blood, the irresistible desire to climb into the tub with Cindy, and passionately French her and finger fuck liar and lick her beautiful young tits with wanton joy. Easy does it, she cautioned herself as she returned to the bathroom.

This wasn't a hung football player or college boy, but a sensitive, lovely young gut. She had to be seduced, not raped.

"I think I'll take a bath after you," Gloria told her, smiling warmly as the shut the bathroom door and locked it. "I've decided not to go to the library today, just spend a nice, easy, relaxing day at home with you, darling. We can get to know each other, all right?"

The blonde yawned luxuriously, squirming her naked flesh sensuously in the warm water.

"Suits me, Gloria," Cindy said. "Say, do you think you could get me a job at the library?"

"Oh, easily," the brunette said quickly. She lit a cigarette and sat on the laundry hamper, crossing her long legs. Her robe slid open, revealing her creamy, sleek thighs.

"The only problem is," Gloria went on, mentally sucking on each of Cindy's glossy wet tits, "you'd find the work sort of boring, honey. And it doesn't pay very much."

She had four teenagers working under her, and she had total authority over hiring and firing. But the real problem was she wouldn't be able to keep her hands or her mouth off the girl, even in the library. If she could confine her violent, stormy sex urges to the house, she'd be safe. Otherwise, all hell might break loose.

"Here, let me soap your back, darling," Gloria said, kneeling beside the tub. She picked up the soap and began to gently cares Cindy's satiny back.

"Let's talk about jobs later, Cindy," Gloria said. "Today we'll just get to know each other. You can trust me, darling."

Her fingers slid around to the blonde's soft hot tits, and she began lathering them casually while she spoke.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Cindy sighed innocently.

If she thinks that feels good, wait until I start kissing and sucking on her lovely tits, Gloria thought feverishly.

"You're not really eighteen at all, are you, honey?" the librarian murmured. "And you're a runaway, too, aren't you?"

The girl stared into her eyes. She'd never told anyone about the nightmare of her life with her drunken, whoring mother. The powerful urge to spill out everything and get it off her chest became overwhelming.

"Can I really trust you, Gloria?" she asked.

The brunette was fingering Cindy's taut nipples now. Gloria was so hot she was trembling with eagerness. "All the way, darling. Now tell Gloria the truth."

In a voice filled with self-pity and as tears flooded her wide blue eyes, Cindy told her about her mother, the beatings and the vigorous anger. Her wards tumbled over each other in a sobbing rush. "I took the two hundred dollars from her purse because I earned it, Gloria – that's not really stealing, is it?" the blonde sniffled.

"Not at all," the madly aroused brunette told her. "You were smart to get away when you did, darling. Poor, poor thing. Come on, step out of the tub and I'll dry you off."

She was still sobbing, but great waves of relief rushed through her naked flesh now that she'd found someone who understood her. Cindy let herself be toweled dry by the librarian. It felt good, wonderful actually, to have someone fuss over her like this, the way a mother should. Gloria's fingers were so soft and gentle and loving.

Gloria knelt in front of the girl. Wildly hungry, she toweled her golden thighs down. Her rosebud aunt beckoned like a set of delicious kissing lips. Not yet, she warned herself. Just a few more minutes, a little more affection and sympathy, and she'd hook the innocent girl completely.

"Now come with me," Gloria told her, leading her by the hand into Cindy's bedroom. "Let's just lie in bed and cuddle for a while, ail right, Sweetheart?"

Sniffling, Cindy lay on top of the bed while Gloria took off her robe. It was one in the afternoon, and a warm summer breeze drifted in through the open window. The panting brunette controlled her furious passion as she lay beside the naked girl and wrapped her arms around her. She crushed Cindy's face to her swollen hot tits, and very gently began to rub her soaked cunt against Cindy, distracting her in a low voice.