John Adams: The overdue librarian

Susan Lawrence had heard the teen's lewd remark.

"She sure has got big tits!" one of the teens had whispered to his friends as Susan walked past their table.

Susan found herself more excited than angered by the crude remark she had overheard. As she sat down at her big desk in the front of the large reading room she felt her cunt begin to itch. It seemed to itch more and more lately. She pressed her lush thighs together in an effort to relieve the itching as her eyes nervously scanned the room.

Her job as head librarian of the only library in Weatherly, Ohio brought her into constant contact with many teens. She loved being near the teenage guys. She loved to stare at their firm bodies. But she also felt very uneasy about her uncontrollable desire to be near them. It didn't seem right. It was wicked to desire teens half her age, and she knew it. But she just couldn't help herself.

The day would come when she would make her move. The day would came when she would seduce one of the teens. She had not found relief in masturbation. Her hands couldn't satisfy her hungry cunt. Only, a hard cock could do that. She began to tremble as she looked at all the teens in the room and wondered when it would happen. When would she fuck one of the teens? And who would it be?

Her mind drifted, recalling the one and only time in her life she had fucked. Was it really ten years ago? Ten unfulfilled years since she had felt the sweet hardness of Brad's cock in her hungry snatch. She had believed him when he promised to marry her. She had let him fuck her, expecting it to be only the beginning. But it had been the end. His great professions of love vanished after he had gotten what he wanted from her. He had no further use for her.

The hurt was still with her after ten years. No man had touched her since. Whatever the reasons, she couldn't deny the tingling in her cunt when she thought about fucking them.

As she remembered Brad's wonderful cock and thought about fucking teens she began to feel hotter. She knew the heat enveloping her body couldn't be blamed entirely on the summer weather. It was a familiar heat to Susan. The same hot feeling she experienced when she fantasized about the teens many times before.

"Where's the history section, please?" the teen's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh! Uh… It's over there. In that corner," Susan answered as she pointed out the section to the teen.

Her face had turned bright red when she looked up at the teen. She was afraid her thoughts could be read. She relaxed as she watched the teen walk away, her eyes staring hungrily at his body. She had seen him before in the library. She remembered his handsome face and the way his firm ass pushed out against the tightness of his jeans.

Susan knew that her nipples were hard and she was afraid they could be seen through her bra and blouse. The itching in her cunt had now increased to the point of being unbearable. Her panties were already moist from her juices, and her clit was throbbing. She needed relief.

She had done it before. Several times before her desire had been so intense that she had left the library early. In her own home she would find the privacy necessary to rub her clit and fuck her pussy with her fingers. Her eager eyes looked over the room, searching for her assistant. When she found her an audible sigh escaped from Susan's lips. As quickly as she could she gathered up her purse and walked aver to her assistant.

"Judy. I don't feel very well. Would you mind closing up for me tonight?" Susan said to her young assistant.

"Of course not, Susan. Are you sure it's nothing serious?" Judy asked in a concerned manner.

"No, I… I just need a little rest," Susan lied. "I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."

"Good night, Susan."

When she settled into the driver's seat of her small car Susan was tempted to pull her short dress up over her thighs and touch her hot pussy. She held off, though. Not only was there a chance of being discovered, but she also wanted to be completely undressed. She wanted to be alone in her home so she could touch herself and riot worry about curious eyes.

The short drive to her home seemed to take hours to the horny librarian. When she drove through the iron gates of the Marshall mansion she sighed in relief. Her home was the small guest house next to the huge mansion. She considered herself lucky to be living in such a nice place, next to Mr. Marshall and his son, Mark. The little cottage had proven to be even more charming than the newspaper ad had suggested.

Susan stopped her car in front of the cottage and got out. A scream startled her. Or was it a scream? Actually it sounded more like a squeal. It was a female voice, but an unknown one to Susan. It didn't sound like Carol, the girl who was Mark's half-sister. But it did sound as if it had come from the big house.

Susan's first impulse was to ignore the noise. Her cunt demanded attention. But she felt obligated to at least make sure that everything was in order in the big house. Mr. Marshall had been nice to her and she knew that it must have been very difficult for him to raise his son since Mrs. Marshall had died years before. She wanted to help the man in any way she could.

She heard the sound again. This time she could tell that the sound came from behind the house, where the pool was. Susan walked around to the rear of the house. A tall fence surrounded the pool area. She opened the heavy door of the wooden fence and gasped at the shocking scene before her.

Standing on the diving board of the pool was a very pretty girl. She was naked. Mark, Mr. Marshall's eighteen-year-old son, was in the pool, only his head showing above the water. Susan couldn't tell if he was also naked. Neither of them had noticed Susan.

"Come on, Mark! I took mine off. Now it's your turn," the girl taunted as she brushed her wet, blonde hair from her face.

Mark just grinned at the girl as he splashed in the water.

"Aw come on, chicken! You said nobody would be home for hours. What are you afraid of?" the girl grinned.

"Chicken? I'll show you who's chicken, Kathy Morton!" Mark shouted as he swam to the edge of the pool.

Susan couldn't believe her eyes, or ears. She knew she should leave. This was none of her business. But she couldn't. Something held her there. Her twat was steaming. Her mind was dizzy.

Afraid she might be seen, she stepped inside the gate. She stood close to a tall bush so that her body was partially concealed.

Her eyes followed the teen as he pulled his body up the ladder and out of the pool. She admired his firm muscles which were glistening from the water draining from his body. She had thought of him before. Wondered what his body was like. His blond hair framed his handsome face with dripping strands. She thought he looked much like his father.

"Let's see your cock, Mark!" Kathy smiled at the teen as her hands cupped her large boobs.

A hot flash of anticipation swept over Susan's body. Was he really going to remove his swimming suit? It seemed too much to expect. She couldn't move. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch. A large bulge was apparent.

Mark grinned smugly at the naked girl. With tantalizing slowness he pushed his trunks down his hips. The trunks slid down his strong legs and his dick sprang free.

"Ooooooooh! It's big!" Kathy squealed excitedly as she saw his prick for the first time.

Susan almost said something about Mark's cock also. She caught herself in time. This was too rare an opportunity to risk discovery. Her awe of the cock was complete. She had never seen one, only imagined them as her hands fucked her desperate cunt. Her body trembled from the hot sensations racing over her.