Steve Golden - Line up for the librarian

"Mnnnnn! Mnnnnn!" he wheezed, spreading his thighs apart. He seemed to be readying himself.

It couldn't be long now, Vickie thought. A minute or two at the most. Up and down, up and down she sucked, her heavy tits wobbling, her nipples twitching. She wondered if he really meant to come all over her tits. She'd never had that done to her before.

"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" he grunted. Suddenly he was pumping his ass cheeks wildly, driving his cock into her mouth with long, vicious lunges. He glared down at her in fascination.

"Mmmmmmffffff!" Vickie complained, unable to control his jerking cock. She reared up, trying to get off his cock before he ruptured her windpipe. He gripped her by the back of the neck, holding her in position.

"I'm coming! Ohhh, you hot little slut! I'm coming for sure!" he groaned, folding his fingers over hers on the base of his cock, helping her to jerk his cock into her mouth.

A sizzling blob of jism filled Vickie's mouth to bursting. She coughed, gagged, and spluttered strings of it from the corners of her lips. Then she was swallowing, drawing in the thick paste.

He pulled back, jerked his flexing cockhead from her lips, wrenched it from her clinging fingers. Taking his prick solidly in his hand, he then began pumping his cock with even strokes, pointing the head directly at her heaving tits. A long streamer of white jizz splattered above her left tit. It began to drool down to her nipple in a heavy stream.

"Ggglllggglll!" she croaked, her mouth overflowing with silver strands of cum. She watched in disbelief as he jerked himself off onto her lovely golden tits.

"Told you I was going to come all over your tits, and that's what I'm doing!" he gloated.

His fist was a blur of motion on his spurting cock. The first blast had dribbled to her nipple and coated the thick nub with white cum. From there it flowed down, curling under the sweep of her plush tit until it reached her rib cage.

A jet of white shot from his cockhead and attached itself to her right tit, just to the side of her soaring nipple. It rolled down the lush globe, slithering over her golden skin like mercury. She bent her head to watch it, fascinated by the lewd sight.

And as his fist pumped on his cock, more and more hot jets of silver shot out, splattering across her heaving tits like spilt milk. He aimed his cock at her tits, tilting his cock this way and that to cover her tits completely with jism. The stuff shot at her in heavy ropes. Her tits were soon criss-crossed with wriggling streamers of white.

"You're coming on my tits! You're shooting your jizz all over my tits!" she marveled. Suddenly she brought up both hands beneath her tits, hefted them in her palms, made it easier for him to paint them with cum. "More! More cum! Cover me with it! I want my tits covered with hot jizz!"

Two more spouts of white spat out, one spinning over the top of her tit into her armpit, the other hooking itself to one stiffened nipple. The rest of his jism drooled down over his fingers in loose strands. A pool of white cum gathered in her cleavage.

"Look at it! It's all over me! It's all over my tits! I'm covered in cum! I'm all splattered in jizz!"

She gazed down at her cum-streaked tits and played with them, lifting and squeezing her tits, watching the silvery spunk wriggle about on her like worms. Cum dripped from her nipples. It clogged her pretty navel and slithered down to the top of her stylish skirt.

"Told you I'd come on your tits! I told you!" Frye muttered, pumping out the last strings of cum from his softening cock and letting them drop to her chest. The stuff dangled from his cock tip like loops of white elastic.

"All over me! All over me!" Vickie went on softly, and now she was smoothing her long fingers over her hanging tits, scooping up sticky wads of jism and massaging it into her skin. She coated each tit carefully, making sure she covered every inch. She even dabbed thick dollops of cream onto her stiff nipples. She was totally fascinated with the stuff and the way it made her plush tits gleam whitely.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Frye mumbled, amazed at what she was doing. He stood there with his cock in his hand, dripping spunk onto her. His pants were in a tangled heap around his ankles.

Vickie continued to play with his drying jizz for long minutes. It was as if Frye didn't exist. She was completely wrapped up in making her tits shine with spunk. Thick white coils of the stuff webbed her fingers together and drooled down onto her skirt, but she didn't seem to mind.

"So much jizz! You came so good!" she whispered, letting warm drops of cum drip from her fingertips onto her left nipple. Her tits were streaked and gleaming with white spunk.

"I don't believe you, little lady! Librarians don't do such things!" he wheezed.

"So much jizz! So much jizz!" Vickie chanted over and over.

There was a note on Vickie's desk the next morning from Mr. Saunders, the head of the library. It asked her to stop by his office at the end of the day to discuss certain matters relating to her employment. She crumpled the note into a tiny ball and tossed it aside, cursing to herself.

Goddamn that Frye asshole anyway! Had he told Saunders after all? All these guys were alike. Once she'd blown them or fucked them they always spread the word. It just wasn't fair!

She immediately sank into a deep depression. This could only mean one thing. Old Saunders was about to give her the axe. Why else would he want to see her? And after, she'd worked so hard! Up until this week she'd never done anything out of the ordinary. She'd been good at her job. She'd been efficient. Now this!

She wondered why they never wanted to see her when she did a good job? How come they only were interested in her if she fucked up? It wasn't fair. Where would she find another job like this? She sat at her desk in a funk, frowning and running over and over in her head every possible explanation for the note. She kept coming to the sane conclusion: she was about to be fired.

She took an early lunch break and wandered around for a time in a daze, bumping into people on the busy sidewalks. She finally found herself entering a movie theater to get away from the noise and traffic. Sitting all alone at the back of the almost empty theater, she tried to concentrate on the movie to keep her mind occupied. But it was difficult. Thoughts of Saunders and her appointment late that afternoon kept her head spinning.

When some man sat next to her in the darkness, she barely noticed. When his brawny arm molded itself against hers, she hardly gave it a second thought. It wasn't until his hand came to rest on her knee that she snapped out of her daze. Her whole body tensed and her breaths came quicker.

Her immediate reaction was to stand up, rap him across the mouth with her fist, and storm out of the theater. Who the hell did he think he was, pawing her in the darkness? But she didn't move. She sat as still as ever, her body quivering, waiting to see what he would do next. For some weird reason she suddenly didn't want to go.

The warm hand wriggled under the hem of the skirt, and when it met no resistance it snaked over the silky hose on her thigh. The fingers crawled over the taut nylon an inch at a time, as if the owner of the hand were giving her a chance to brush him away. But she didn't. She didn't look at him either. She simply stared ahead, unseeing, at the screen, her heart pounding at what she was allowing to happen.

And finally the fingers were at her crotch, scratching at her panties. She slipped down a little in her seat, spread her legs wide. She was giving the hand full access to her cunt. She didn't want it to go away. She wanted it to molest her pussy.

There was a low snorting sound from the man as he leaned forward a fraction so that he could dig his hand deeper. His fingers were under the top of her panties, and they plunged inside, searching out her cunt slice with his middle digit. He found her pussy and thrust his finger inside her, drilling past the first and second knuckle in a flash.