Mark Smith - Turned on librarian

"Aaaaagggghhh!" she cried loudly as his prod suddenly filled her steamy cunt to overflowing. Then quickly, wildly, she began to fly up and down the thick, slippery shaft, using her legs to guide the tempo.

Through the glass Lisa watched in awe as Beth slid up and down the slimy pole. Each time she rose up to the crest of her stroke, the fiery purple cock was exposed almost in its entirety, shimmering brightly from the juices that covered it.

Then the muscles in Beth's full, rounded ass tensed, and she slammed down onto the man's straining crotch, her entire body quivering with the smashing force of the impact.

Again and again the cycle was repeated, growing in wild intensity as the two smashed into each other, oblivious to everything except the cravings that were controlling them. Finally, his frenzy taking complete control, the then rose completely out of the chair, his strong hands clinging tightly to Beth's soft ass, his powerful arms pulling her up and down on his cock.

The man's face was contorted with passion, his eyes bulging, and Beth could feel his tool beginning to pulse and shudder within her. Frantically, knowing she had only a few seconds left, she redoubled her efforts, locking her shapely legs around his back, pumping up and down for all she was worth.

And she was rewarded.

Just as she felt the man's cock explode, her cunt seemed to overflow, spilling its juices wildly as she came in a rush of shooting wetness that spurted and mixed with the man's hot cum.

"Aaaaaggghhhh… yessss…" she groaned, still slamming into him, grinding her sloppy cunt as more and more cum oozed out of it, trickling down her thighs and onto her legs.

Finally, exhausted, the man collapsed backward into the chair, his rapidly shrinking cock still embedded in her cunt.

Outside the glass, Lisa came out of the trance she had lapsed into. She was breathing heavily in short, ragged gasps and there was a strange tingling between her legs.

Shame suddenly shot through her with an intensity that was almost physical as she realized what was happening to her. Silently she turned and ran.

By the time Beth returned to their station below, Lisa had, outwardly at least, regained her composure. She didn't know how to act toward Beth, but when she saw the dreamy, satisfied look in Beth's eyes she knew it wouldn't matter.

"It's after eleven," Lisa pointed out.

"Where's your friend? Oh, never mind. There he is." The man had just emerged, somewhat ruffled, from the stairwell, and was heading toward them. "I think he wants to talk to you."

Beth turned and crossed the few steps to where he was standing. Lisa tried not to pay attention as Beth gave him her phone number. This was disgusting. How could anyone act the way Beth did?

"Lisa, why don't you go ahead and close up?"

For a moment Lisa just stared at Beth. Then she sighed; no point in making a scene.

"Sure, why don't you just go on home? I'll see you tomorrow."

Beth looked grateful, as did her companion. Quickly, the two of them gathered up their things and left. Lisa sat quietly for a moment after they were gone, then got up and began to check all the doors.

An hour later Lisa was in the bathroom of her apartment getting ready for bed. But she wasn't sleepy. In fact, she was positively wide awake.

Maybe a shower would help, she thought to herself, and began to run the water. As she waited for it to get hot, she began to take off her clothes.

When she was finished, she turned to hang them on the door, and as she did a strange thing happened.

She saw her body in the minor and stopped.

It was, in a way, as if she were seeing it in a new light. It was like she was looking through another window at another naked woman, just as she had been looking at Beth earlier. In a strange way she could be objective, and in her, objectivity Lisa found that she was in for a surprise.

Her body was every bit as good as Beth's.

Her breasts, while a shade smaller, were still full and firm and gently rounded.

Beneath that, her stomach was slim and flat, leading to a silky blonde triangle that was perfect in its symmetry and delicate in its texture. Her legs were long and slim while her hips were full, tight and finely sculpted.

Then why was it that Beth was so sexy?

The question plagued her painfully. She looked at her faze, thinking that the answer might be found there. But there was nothing wrong with her face. In fact, except for an acquired severity, her face was probably prettier than Beth's.

Suddenly, for the second time that night, Lisa was ashamed of herself. What was she thinking about?

The warm needles of the shower helped to make her relax, and as she soaped herself Lisa began to stop feeling quite so badly about everything. After all, she and Beth weren't even friends, really, so why should she get so worked up over all this? It was silly.

Through her cloud of thoughts Lisa became dimly aware of something, an indefinably pleasant sensation that was making her feel good. She looked down.

Her right hand, busily soaping her body, had lingered on the sensitive mound of flesh that was her right breast. The nipple was hard, straining against her hand, and her fingers were unconsciously kneading and squeezing the rich flesh beneath the soap.

What was going on?

Ten minutes later, freshly scrubbed and lying between the cool sheets of her bed, Lisa found that every nerve in her body was awake. Just as she had felt a new visual awareness of her body when she had seen it in the mirror, now she felt a new sensual awareness.

But what should she do?

The question plagued her. As did the answer, which was that she didn't know what to do. It was frustrating, even embarrassing suddenly for Lisa as she thought about what she was.

A twenty-two year old virgin.

What's wrong with me? she thought to herself. It's crazy, insane, but for the first time in my life I'm really turned on… and I don't know what to do.

Then she suddenly flashed on the image of Beth earlier in the night, sitting on the conference table with her legs spread invitingly while the man looked into her snatch.

Beneath the sheets Lisa spread her legs, slightly at first, then wider as she gained confidence. With her eyes tightly closed, she allowed both her hands to touch her thighs.

Tingles went through her body, running up and down her spine and darting about the area between her legs.

Slowly, tentatively, she began to rub her thighs, massaging then feeling the warm glow begin to build as her body started to relax. Then, still moving with tantalizing slowness, her hands began to work their way up, sliding around until they were on the warm insides of her thighs, then continuing upward until they were poised at the entrance to her moist, dewy cunt.

In her mind Lisa could see her own cunt lips, wetly parted just a few inches from her fingers. She thought about the sticky honey that she could feel flowing within her, and she began to tremble as her desire to touch herself conflicted with the carefully developed sense of propriety that told her unequivocally that for her to continue would be something shameful.

But she continued.

An electric thrill shot through her entire body as her right forefinger touched the simmering entrance to her steamy pussy. Still hesitating, though, she paused, allowing her finger to explore the silky texture of her throbbing triangle.

But after a few moments she could no longer stand it. Without any more hesitation, she plunged her finger deep into the yielding warmth of her cunt, driving it wildly as far in as she could reach, feeling with a rush of excitement the sensation of the probing, prodding member as it sought to explore the hungry chamber that had been so neglected until now.

In and out she began to drive it, stabbing her cunt with growing excitement, grinding and gyrating her hips to give maximum penetration, letting the probe dart here and there within the sticky recesses of her honeypot.