Frank Brown: Horny peeping librarian

That had been the best day of her life and ever since then she'd spit at authority. Ever since then, she'd been a naughty girl, a girl who delighted in testing the forbidden to see what joys, what pleasures the forbidden held. Her parents, her teachers, her minister – the authorities had lied to her about sex with boys. Fucking was not the worst of all crimes – it was the best of all pleasures. And she'd never be able to get enough of it.

I'm a nympho, Sue thought, sitting at her desk at the library, slipping her hot legs rapidly against each other and working her itchy pussylips between them. I'm a nympho because I denied myself the pleasures of fucking for too long. And now I can't get enough of it, I'll never get enough fucking.

Her toes curled as the flames of orgasm whirled through her cunt and she closed her eyes, trying to stifle the gasps that wanted to escape her throat. As she came, jerking slightly, her body shivering with each spasm, she crumpled up the drawing of the cock and crushed it in her fist.

When the intense feelings had passed away, she sat there feeling weak and trying to slow her beating heart. She looked around, hoping nobody had noticed. It was as if she'd temporarily entered another world and now had stepped back into the old one of books and library dust.

She wasn't in the habit of masturbating anymore, at least she hadn't been until recently again. It was frustrating to live in this town after having spent all those years at Howard College where there was always a cock hot and ready to please her. At Howard College the problem had not been one of finding a ready cock, but of choosing between all the every-ready boys who offered her their rigid pricks.

But now in Mortonville the cocks weren't easy to find, especially for a librarian who spent her days among books, then went home to an apartment complex where her neighbors were mostly family people and senior citizens. She'd been in this town a month, and hadn't yet fucked anything. She hadn't yet gone to a singles bar because she hated those places. She missed college life. She was beginning to regret that she'd ever become a librarian.

The thought hit her that she might end up another Miss Wilmar and she felt sick to her stomach. Never! God, anything but that!

"Excuse me, but they said down there that you can show me where the books on gorillas are."

Sue snapped to attention, wiping the startled expression off her face and giving the patron a professional smile. "I sure can, young man."

She got out of her desk after surreptitiously slipping her shoes back on and led the boy back into the mezzanine stacks.

"You should find some books on this shelf," she said. "If you can't find what you need here, we can check the stacks in the basement."

As she turned to smile at the boy, she caught him looking her over in a way she was all too familiar with. This was a high school boy – not the collegiate male she was used to – but could sense his interest in her body.

As she slipped past him to return to her desk, she intentionally brushed her hand against the bulge in his jeans. He has enough prickmeat packed in there for three women, she told herself, giving him a shot of her wiggling ass and glancing back at him over her shoulder.

He was gawking at her, but quickly turned to his books as she caught his eyes.

At her desk, Sue couldn't sit still. That was about the closest she'd gotten to a male – any male – since she'd arrived in this town. She couldn't believe she'd dared brush her fingers over his cockbulge! She'd done it without thinking, as if she were back in college and teasing one of the studs who was trying to get into her panties. She fully realized the danger involved in teasing a library patron, especially when that patron was some innocent high school boy. She was sure he was a virgin – one of those clean living young athletes who spent half their high school careers taking cold showers to cool their natural desires.

You can't fuck with them, she told herself, wet between the legs. You wouldn't dare. You could lose your job – or more. That boy is absolutely forbidden, so forget him.

She got up from her desk and headed back into the stacks. Forbidden, huh? she thought. We'll just see about that!

She realized fully what she was doing and yet she couldn't stop herself – didn't want to stop herself. Her loins throbbed and she felt as if she wanted to devour the boy.

"Finding what you need?"

The boy looked up from where he sat on the floor, books piled up around him. "I don't know," he said. "I'm trying to find something on white gorillas. You ever hear of a white gorilla? I'm supposed to do a paper, and I thought I could do one on a white gorilla – if there is such a thing. I thought there was."

"I don't know," Sue said. "I'm no authority on gorillas. But there's a lot more information buried away in the basement stacks. Come on, let's go take a look."

The boy hesitated, almost as if he sensed danger.

He's just shy, Sue thought. Maybe scared of women. She'd run into a few of those even in college and they'd always appealed to her. She'd found them irresistible challenges.

"Come on, boy." She took his hand and pulled him up.

He was as tall as she was, dressed in a red and white letterman's jacket with a big M on the front. His thick brown hair fell over his forehead, covering his eyebrows. His face was red. She glanced at his bulging crotch and felt her cheeks blaze.

Downstairs, Cindy Harris was just leaving for a break. "Will you take any messages for me while you're down here?" Cindy asked, glancing curiously at the boy. "I'll only be gone about fifteen minutes."

"Sure thing," Sue said. "I might still be down here when you get back, depending on how fast we can find this young man what he wants."

"Thanks," Cindy said.

As the elevator door closed in front of her, Cindy was still looking curiously at the boy as if she can sense what I'm up to, Sue thought. Well, let her think what she wants, Sue thought as she led the boy deep into the stacks.

They were all alone down here now. The quiet was almost disturbing. Sue swore her heart-beat was loud enough for the boy to hear. She started to tremble as they moved down one aisle, then another, getting lost on the maze of shelves.

"Here we are," she said.

Swallowing, the boy began scanning the books before him.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Bobby," he said, swallowing again.

Sue slipped off her shoes, finding herself shorter than the boy now. He glanced down at her bare feet, frowning.

Sue trembled harder. She was struck by the awkwardness of the situation. She couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound absurd. Suddenly, she found herself dropping to her knees, her fingers fumbling with his zipper.

"Oh God!" the boy whispered, and he was breathing fiercely.

Sue got his zipper down and his prick, swelling fast, bulged out of his fly, bundled up in his red briefs. Sue felt his hard prick, salivating, her fingers moving up and down it.

The boy groaned, unsnapping his jeans and pushing them down. Sue stopped him before he could shove down his red briefs. She enjoyed the sight of his underwear bulging obscenely.

"Just relax, stud." Sue's tone was throaty, seductive. "Put your hands on your hips and jet let me work on you." She nuzzled his cock through his underwear, caressed and squeezed his balls. "Big nuts. I bet they're all full of cum."

She glanced up at the boy as she kissed up and down the long shaft of his throbbing prick rod, biting it gently through the soft material of his underwear. His face had flushed almost as red as his letterman's jacket and he was starting to sweat. He looked delirious. His knees were shaking.

Sue slid her fingers under the bottom edges of his briefs, scratching and tickling his moist crotch meat. She buried her nose between his nuts and inhaled, getting herself drunk on the scent. There was nothing like the smell of sweaty balls to make her lose all her inhibitions.