Mark Carver - Hot pants librarian

Lying naked on top of her bed, Gloria Shannon felt as if her skin was on fire. From the tips of her dusky hot nipples down to her cunt, every soft, ripely curved inch of her silken flesh tingled with fierce heat. She groped for a cigarette on the bedside table with trembling fingers. She looked at the clock. It was three am.

She thought about the nine-inch vibrator in her dresser drawer as she smoked. Then she thought about the boy in the next bedroom, and she knew there would never be a substitute for a live, hotly thrilling cock. She ran her fingertips across her pulsing wet cunt and shivered.

"Five years," Gloria whispered. "Five Goddamned lost years."

All she had to do was get up, quietly enter his room and crawl in bed beside him. It wouldn't be that simple. For one thing, all the urgency of the last five years had left her feverishly aroused. She felt like savagely raping the boy, but there was a risk.

She was a prim, respectable town librarian. In a town this size, word that she was fucking could spread like wildfire. The boy she wanted to fuck was named Brian. He was nice, well-mannered, and not loud or brash. Gloria could barely keep her eyes off his bulging crotch the afternoon she rented him the room. Lord, he was hung!

He had tried to keep his eyes off her lushly curved figure, but she knew he could see beneath her disguise. Even with her long dark hair prudishly pulled back in a bun, and the shapeless, sack-like dresses she usually wore, the librarian couldn't hide her firm tits and ass.

For the past five years, Gloria had spent virtually all her spare time caring for her invalid father. Just two months ago, he'd passed away, leaving her alone in the huge Victorian house. And then the hot, restless nights began. The thirty-one-year-old brunette desperately and lustfully fucked herself with a nine-inch vibrator far weeks. But she wanted something else to ease her loneliness.

She had two spare bedrooms, she reasoned, so why not rent them out to some young boarders? The first person to answer the ad she put in the paper was a middle-aged woman. Gloria quickly told her the rooms were rented. Then Brian inquired about the room. He was tall, healthy and good-looking. He was just entering college. The horny brunette eagerly dropped the rent twenty dollars to get him to take the room.

Gloria stubbed out her cigarette. Sleep was impossible for her now. Nervously, she walked naked, down the hallway and passed the boy's door. Her ripe tits ached. Her nerve faltered, and she went into the bathroom. She stared at herself in the full-length mirror. With her long shimmering hair down, she reeked with sex, but she was a stranger even to herself.

Her wide brown eyes drank in her proud, creamy tits, her narrow waist and softly curved hips. Her silky tangle of cunthairs were drenched with her passion, and she fought the violent urge to finger fuck herself on the spot. She thought, why cheat herself out of a massive, healthy young cock only a few steps away?

"God, I want to fuck and suck!" the brunette whispered aloud, the throbbing in her soaked cunt becoming a wild hungry rhythm. The aching, trembling librarian felt ripe for fucking to the point of bursting after five desperate years. She feared if she bottled up her violent urges any longer she would lose her mind.

Her eyes closed with decision. To hell with her reputation and her career. She needed sex – raw, hot brutal sex, hour after hour, night after night, and she would damn well risk anything and everything for it.

Taking a deep breath, Gloria went directly to the boy's bedroom. She opened the door, walked in, and quietly closed it behind her. He was lying beneath a single sheet in the warm summer night. The room was only half-dark because of a street light outside. The panting brunette sat on the edge of his bed, slowly lifting back the sheet.

Brian's eyes blinked open.

"What the hell! Who are you?"

It took him a full ten seconds to recognize his landlady. Her hair was down and her lush, naked tits jiggled wildly. For a few moments Brian thought he was dreaming. Christ, what a knockout, he thought. He felt her run her fingers on his long fleshy cock. It was definitely not a dream.

"I… I need it," Gloria whispered feverishly. "I need your hot cock so badly I could die, Brian. It's been so long, so damned long!"

Moaning urgently, the brunette hovered over his thighs and pressed his huge burning prick between the valley of her hot tits. Wild tremors of excitement raced through her flesh as his long cock quivered and pounded with eagerness. Then, with a deep groan, Gloria thrust as much of his stiff meat as she could into her mouth.

"Oh Christ, Miss Shannon! Wow! Wow!" he exclaimed.

She began to jerk him off and then blow him with ravenous sucks of her mouth. She trembled from head to toe with pent-up lust. The librarian had never gone down on a man in her life. In the years before her father became an invalid, her job as a librarian didn't offer her more than a few opportunities for dates. That, plus her natural shyness, kept her sex life down to a bare minimum.

After weeks with the vibrator, the lid had been blown off that shyness, and Gloria sucked the boy's powerful cock with feverish delight, battering her throat with his cockhead furiously. She gently squeezed his swollen balls, while the whimpered passionately for his boiling load.

Over the years as a librarian, Gloria had devoured every book she could find on sex. She'd vividly imagined herself fucking as she read and re-read all the books, especially the ones on oral sex. The voluptuous brunette knew dozens of sexy tricks – at least in theory. She knew how she could keep Brian's massive hot cock from coming easily. She could give him a blowjob that would be the most unforgettable experience of his life. But at this wild moment, nothing eke mattered except having him shoot off his burning jism into her madly sucking mouth.

Gloria knew too that if she simply rammed his burning meat deep into her aching cunt, he would come in seconds. At his age, he'd be able to come again and again, as long as she knew how to arouse him.

"Jez-zus, Miss Shannon! – Keerist! What a blowjob! Unnnng – gonna come! Gonna shoot!"

The brunette moaned deliriously as his thick hot prick quivered and hardened in her feverish lips. Her fist jerked faster, and then with a deep groan, Brian spurted his fiery cream into her mouth in great gushes. Gloria swallowed the thick come with ravenous reed, feeling it tingle and burn down her throat. Even after his cock went limp, she continued to jerk and suck on it, whimpering with obscene happiness, craving every molten drop.

"Hot damn!" groaned the boy. "That was something else, Miss Shannon. Too much!"

Brian had had a few girls go down on him before, but their clumsy lips were nothing compared to the wild frenzy of the brunette. She rose up now, her huge creamy tits panting, her luminous eyes blazing with passion. He still found it bid to believe the lush, sexy knockout was his primly dressed landlady. His disbelief grew, along with his stiffening cock, as he heard her speak.

"That was wonderful, Brian," Gloria panted, "just, oh, delicious! Listen, darling boy. I want to suck and fuck all night long. I want you to ram that gorgeous cock everywhere – I want you to fuck me in the tits, and in my ass, and plunge every beautiful inch up my hot cunt until I scream for mercy! And I want you to eat my cunt and suck me off until I faint. Do you understand, Brian? I'm hot, damnit!"

Hot wasn't the word, Gloria thought as she lay on her back beside him. She was explosive, on fire, desperate, and almost crazed with urgent lust.

After five tormenting years, her first taste of thrilling sex was sparking a fierce, maddening passion in her loins. All the obscene words she'd secretly used in her erotic fantasies were pouring forth now, exciting her even more. She loved the lewd sounds, after years of polite, precise diction in the ton library.