Frank Brown: Horny peeping librarian

The boy's hands roved all over her – up her back, down over her tits and stomach. "You're so soft and silky, so hot!"

"And you're so hard!" Sue sighed, delirious with pleasure. She'd almost forgotten how good a cock inside her could feel. Bobby's cock kept flexing as it throbbed inside her and she contracted her cunt in response, manipulating his rigid prick with her deft cuntal muscles.

The boy started to hump, sliding his cock in and out with slow, almost cautious motions. "Am I hurting you?"

"Oh God no! That feels fantastic! Just keep doing it!"

"Ohhhh fuck!" The boy gripped her ass, digging in with his fingers as he rammed his cock in and out. "Feels so good! You're so hot and wet in there!"

"Is this your first time?" Sue asked, hoping to God his answer would be yes. "Is this the first time you've fucked a girl?"

"Well-well, I, ah…"

"Tell the truth, Bobby. Please."

"Oh fuck," he said, "yeah. Yeah, it's my first time."

Sue's excitement surged. "I'd never have believed it, Bobby. You're so good at it! You really know how to do it."

"Oh wowww!"

The boy sounded delirious. He pounded her ass with a quick, hard rhythm, slicing his long cock in and out, popping his cockhead in and out of the mouth of her womb. His prick squished inside her, lubricated with her hot juices. His belly smacked her upturned ass like a clapping hand.

Sue found herself whimpering. She gasped with each hard fuck-thrust, her tits wobbling as they dangled. The boy grabbed her ponytail, tugging on it as if she were a horse and her ponytail a set of reins. He rode her ass, plunging his big cock in faster and faster. Sue felt tingles of pleasure whirling through her loins and streaming down her legs.

"Oh Bobby, fuck me! Make me come, you big horny stud, make me come!"

The boy pistoned his cock. He reached under her and got hold of her tits, squeezing them, pinching their nipples. Her cunt contracted wildly around his ramming prick.

"Bobby, I'm gonna came! I'm gonna come!" The boy growled, throwing his arms around her loins, hugging her ass to him, pounding his big cock inside her. "Hot bitch, hot ass, tight pussy!"

Sue's pleasure exploded, the spasms ripping through her loins, the pussyjuice gushing out over the boy's swollen balls. "Ohhhh Bobbbyyy yesssss!"

"Awwwww!" The boy shot his cum into her, bent over her and gnawing on her shoulder, drilling his flexing cock inside her.

Sue felt the pleasure all the way down to her curling toes. She gasped with each contraction of Bobby's prick, with each hot ejaculation of his cum. Her cunt undulated with spasms, sucking and squeezing and milking the boy's prick. Bobby clung to her, pumping his fuck cream up her seething pussy, driving his pleasure saturated prick in and out as he groaned and groaned and groaned.

After it was over, she turned around and faced him, petting his glowing cheeks and covering them with kisses. "Darling, you were so good! You were so good!"

He squeezed her tits while she squeezed his wet cock. His cock hadn't softened any.

Suddenly the elevator door opened. Sue slipped into her dress in seconds. Over the years, she'd become an expert in the art of instant dressing. Bobby was so unnerved by the sound of the elevator door that he was having trouble zipping up his pants. Sue wondered if he'd ever get his pants zipped and snapped if his cock stayed hard like that.

"Take it easy," she whispered. "When you're ready, gather up your books and come out by the desk. I'll go out now and keep Cindy occupied."

"You still here?" Cindy said, looking startled as Sue appeared out of the stacks. "I got tied up upstairs longer than I expected. Any messages? Any requisition orders?"

"Nothing," Sue said. Monday mornings are dead for some reason.

A few minutes later, when Bobby appeared with his stack of books and a red face, Cindy frowned at him – as if she knew.

Cindy Harris was a buxom redhead, slightly shorter than Sue and slightly chunkier. She lived alone in a small house that had been left to her by her parents. Until today, Cindy had been friendly toward Sue, but no more friendly than she was to any other member of the library staff. That was why Sue was little shocked when, just before her work day was over, Cindy phoned up to Sue's desk and invited Sue over for dinner that evening. Sue accepted without hesitation. This was the first invitation Sue had received to do anything since she'd moved to Mortonville.

Cindy was dressed in jeans and a blouse. As she moved around the kitchen barefooted, setting the table and making sandwiches, she looked much younger to Sue than Sue had ever seen her before, and Sue realized that the woman was no more than a few years older than herself. In the library, Cindy always wore glasses, kept her hair pinned back, and dressed more like Miss Wilmar than like a young woman with a curvaceous body.

Nice tits, Sue thought, slightly enviously. They were big tits, nicely shaped and naturally supported, wobbling under Cindy's blouse as she moved around the kitchen – braless.

They ate without much conversation, Sue complimenting Cindy on the clam chowder and toasted cheese sandwiches, Cindy accepting the compliments humbly and with a blush. Sue offered to do the dishes, but Cindy said to leave them. She would do them later. They went to the living room with glasses of vine, their after dinner drinks. They seated themselves at opposite ends of the same couch, Cindy puffing her bare feet up and half-facing Sue.

"You were taking a big chance, you know," Cindy said.

"I was what?"

"Bringing that boy down today. You were taking a big chance."

Sue took a larger swallow of wine than she'd realized and half choked on it. She cleared her throat and gave Cindy a cool smile. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"I suspected something when you came down," Cindy said. "Your face wasn't hard to read. And then later, the boy's face was so obvious that even Miss Wilmar could have read it. You could lose your job for doing something like that, Sue. How did you know you could trust me to keep quiet?"

Sue realized there was no use playing games. Cindy knew, and it would be foolish to deny what had happened.

"You don't impress me as the kind of woman who pokes her nose in other peoples business," Sue said. "Nor as one of Miss Wilmar's gestapo."

"That's good to know," Cindy said, sipping wine and studying Sue. "How do I impress you?"

"As a level-headed tolerant woman," Sue said.

Cindy smiled in a way that made Sue uneasy. "Anything else?"

"I'm not sure I know what you're trying to get at."

Cindy reached out with her bare foot and stroked Sue's hand with her toe. "Do you think I'm pretty, Sue?"

Sue swallowed the rest of her drink. Now she understood completely. "Very pretty," she said. "Shall we get undressed?"

For a moment, Cindy looked stunned, almost shocked. Then she grinned. "The bedroom's upstairs!"

Sue felt a warm glow of relief throughout her body as she followed Cindy up the stairs. For a few moments, she'd become tense with anxiety, almost sick to her stomach as she'd sensed that Cindy was going to blackmail her. Well, Cindy was blackmailing her – but not in a way that Sue couldn't handle. In fact, she was going to enjoy paying off this form of blackmail. The ransom would give Sue as much pleasure as it did Cindy. Sue was no stranger to girl-girl sex.

Cindy drew the shades and turned on the small lamps on the bedside tables. Even though she lived alone in this house, she locked the bedroom door. The two women watched each other as they undressed simultaneously. Cindy pulled all the covers off the bed, leaving nothing but pillows and the bare sheet on the mattress.

"Let your hair down," Cindy said, and Sue unfastened the clip that kept her hair in a ponytail.