Mark Smith - Turned on librarian

But now she knew that the time was right.

Spreading her lips, Lisa allowed her tongue to dart out and lightly lick the sleeping cock. Nothing happened at first, but as she continued, running her hot tongue wetly up and down the length of the shaft, she began to sense a vague tightening. In his sleep Dave shifted slightly, causing Lisa to pull her tongue back and wait until he had drifted back off once again.

Satisfied that he was asleep, she once again began her ministratidns, running her tongue up and down as she felt him grow harder and harder. There was something strangely mystical in the way the organ responded to what she was doing, stiffening while Dave was still asleep.

It was half erect now, and Lisa opened her mouth to take it inside her. The skin was smooth, and as she began to slide her hungry mouth up and down the shaft Lisa could tell that Dave would have to wake up before long.

But it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered now except her mouth and his cock. Vaguely she could feel him stirring, but her concentration was devoted completely to the stiff rod that was filling up the inside of her mouth and forcing its way into her throat as it grew even larger with each downward thrust she made with her mouth.

The saliva was pouring out of her mouth now, and at times she had to fight to keep from gagging, but still she continued, licking and sucking with each stroke, driving herself down on the spear that impaled her. She could sense that his cock was glistening, and each time she drove all the way down she could feel her lips driving into the hot wetness of his wiry hair, but nothing mattered to her.

With a growing frenzy she shot up and down, and as she did, Dave began to drive his pelvis up to meet her. She could tell he was going to come soon, and with a sudden certainty she knew more than anything else that she wanted to take all of his cum inside her, not letting a drop escape.

"Aaaaahhh…" he groaned, but she paid no attention. She had both hands working on his shaft as well as her mouth.

Suddenly he began to pulse and tremble in her mouth. Frantically she continued to drive up and down until finally it happened.

His cock exploded.

The first wad of his jism slammed into the back of her throat, hot and sticky, followed by spurt after spurt of the stuff.

Lisa stopped her strokes, concentrating now on swallowing his seed, tasting his cum as it flowed out of his cock and into her eager, sucking mouth and throat. It tasted salty, musky, strange.

She liked it.

By the time she and Beth got back to the city, Lisa still wasn't certain what her problem was. She kept wanting to think that it was Dave; that she wanted to be with him and that all the other fucking was just reminding her of him.

But then she also became aware that she hardly knew Dave. At least in a conventional sense; their communication during the weekend had been essentially nonverbal.

So how could she be so infatuated with him? The question continued to plague her, but there was no longer any time to worry about it. They were scheduled to go on duty at the library at four-thirty, and it looked like they were going to make it back just in time.

The library was quiet throughout most of the evening, and there was relatively little for them to do. Lisa spent most of the time reading, but finally she decided she might as well go ahead and say what was really on her mind.

"Beth?"

"What?"

"Where did Dave move to?"

For a long moment Beth didn't say anything, but instead just looked at Lisa. Then she burst out laughing. "So that's what's been bothering you."

"I didn't say that."

"You don't have to. It's obvious."

"Well, where is he?"

"Forget about him."

"I can't. Not just like that, anyway."

"Well, I'll guarantee he's forgotten about you. Anyway, I don't know where he moved to."

"Can you find out?" Lisa persisted, conscious that she was making a fool out of herself but determined to find out what she wanted to know anyway.

That night, by making several phone calls, Beth not only found out where Dave was living, but also found out several other interesting things.

Things that would not make Lisa happy hour the least.

At first, she decided not to tell her anything about it, but when Lisa became persistent about the whole matter the next day at work, Beth decided that there was nothing to do but lay the truth on Lisa and let her deal with it her own way.

"All right. I'll tell you where he's living. Right here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he moved away, but something went wrong and he's been back here ever since. Right in his same old house."

Lisa was silent.

"So do like I told you," Beth said, "and forget about him."

Lisa didn't say anything. She had never felt so foolish in her life. Obviously the time they had spent together hadn't meant the same thing to him that it had to her.

"What're you going to do?" Beth asked, her voice softer now.

"I don't know."

But she did know.

As the first flush of embarrassment passed, Lisa suddenly began to grow angry. Why did this have to happen to her? What had she done to deserve it?

"Shit."

Beth smiled and shook her head.

"I won't say I told you so."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care."

For the rest of the night Beth didn't try to talk to Lisa; it was obvious that she wanted to be left alone. When time came to close up, Lisa didn't even say goodbye in the parking lot, instead just climbing into her car and driving swiftly away.

Beth wondered vaguely what Lisa was going to do.

The same wasn't true for Lisa herself.

She knew exactly what she was going to do.

She was going to go get fucked. She didn't know where, or how, but she knew she was going to do it.

And she didn't care who she did it with.

She didn't care about anything except getting rid of all the hostility that was seething inside her. And right now going out and getting fucked by anybody seemed like the best way to do just that.

The singles bar Lisa walked into was obviously nothing more than a meat rack, with the men outnumbering the women by about four to one. In her present frame of mind that suited Lisa just fine. In fact, the more she thought about it the more the idea of having more than one man appealed to her.

There were several reasonably nice-looking types at the bar, but nice-looking types weren't what Lisa had in mind. They reminded her too much of Dave, and right now all she wanted to do was to forget Dave.

And hurt him.

The biggest frustration was that she knew there was no way she could hurt him; no matter what she did he not only wouldn't know about it, but he wouldn't care if he did know.

It took her ten minutes to pick out the men she wanted to be with, and five more to catch their attention. There were three of them, and they were sitting at a booth along the far wall. From where she was standing it was impossible to see them well, but from what she could see they were definitely right in line with the frame of mind she was in.

Two were big and burly; construction workers, probably, while the third was just the opposite; short, frail and thin. They were just the type of threesome who would come into a place like this and sit in a corner all night getting drunk and eyeballing every woman in the place, talking obscenely among themselves, but ultimately going home alone.

When she walked over to their table and asked, "Mind if I sit down?" Lisa thought they were all going to choke on their drinks. But, needless to say, they were only too accommodating.

"I'm Lisa," she announced, taking a stiff pull of her drink. This was bizarre, but she was going to go through with it.

"I'm Buzz," said the largest of the three with a leer. He had a long, droopy mustache that went oddly with his thick features. "This is Ralph," he said, indicating the other construction-worker type, "and over there's Jason."