Steve Golden - Line up for the librarian

"You okay?" he inquired, embarrassed. He shifted from one foot to the other, anxious to be off.

"Sure," she muttered, smoothing her skirt down over her bare legs.

"I'll be on my way then," he whispered.

Then he was gone, slipping out from between the narrow bookshelves and into the quiet of the library before she could say any more.

Vickie crumpled her soiled pants into a tight ball and began to mop up the pool of cum left on the library floor. Her face was serious for a time, but then came a strange smile. She began to hum softly to herself.

Vickie didn't spend much time fretting about her lewd and horny behavior. Business picked up a little in the library by late afternoon, and she was too busy to do much thinking. If she let her mind drift back to the sex session at all, it was with a thrill of excitement, a twinge of wonder that she had been so daring. What if someone had found them fucking between the shelves like that? What if her supervisor had come to check up on her?

Fortunately it was a large library, with several floors and many different sections. The area she'd been assigned to this week was usually one of the quietest. That was why she'd had time to read the sexy book in the first place.

She took the sexy book home that night, and to her amazement she had to jerk herself off to get to sleep. It was all very strange. Maybe she should see a doctor…

She dismissed the thought at once. She felt fine. A little dizzy perhaps, a little sore in the joints from fucking in such a weird position, but as healthy as a horse. As a matter of fact she woke up the next day feeling wonderful. She practically leaped out of bed as soon as her alarm clock went off, and she found herself singing loudly in the shower.

She chose an ice-blue bra and panties, a gray skirt and matching blouse. As she began to dress, she cast admiring glances at her bronzed body in the full-length bedroom mirror. Her legs were so trim and long, her tits so full and heavy. What most girls would give for a body like hers! And she had a gorgeous tan to boot!

The morning was a breeze. She went out of her way to keep busy, checking and rechecking lists of books that really needed no attention at all. Several times she caught herself humming softly.

It wasn't till around two o'clock, when she had an unusually slow hour, that she dug the sexy novel out of her purse and began to read. It was taking her forever to finish the novel because she kept going back and rereading the sexy parts. In a way she didn't want it to end. After half an hour she was so horny she had to get up from her desk and take a walk.

Maybe if she jerked off again…

Halfway down the hall she ran into Donald, one of her coworkers. He was walking quickly, with his head down, as was his habit, and he wouldn't have noticed her at all if she hadn't decided to block his way. He was head of the business section of the library and was rather an ordinary, humorless young man, but Vickie for some reason suddenly found him very appealing.

"Donald, I need to talk to you," she announced, an idea half-formed in her racing brain. "Let's go some place private. It's quite important."

He stared at her, not understanding. In all the time they'd both worked at the library, they'd spoken to each other no more than once or twice. What they could possibly have to discuss was beyond him. She gripped him by the arm, leading him down the hall.

"In here," she said, glancing to the right and to the left, then tugging open the door of a cramped broom closet. "It'll only take a few minutes. In here's fine."

"This is a closet!" he protested, glaring at her stupidly. "What's the matter with you?"

Vickie gave him a quick nudge and suddenly they were both inside the tiny cubicle, face to face, their bodies touching. She thrust her tits at him, mashed them against his chest. Her arms circled his shoulders as she drew his mouth down to hers. She tongued him wantonly.

"Miss Sssppplllfff!" he mumbled, his mouth suddenly full of her tongue. He dropped the book he was carrying as she crushed him harshly against the rear wall of the cubicle. Her tits crushed his chest.

"I need you, Donald!" she hissed, breaking off their kiss and licking his chin lewdly. She slipped a hand between his legs and palmed the huge mass of his balls and cock through his pants. "I need you so bad! I want your cock! I want your cock inside me!"

"You're crazy! You're absolutely crazy!" he muttered, his eyes wide. Then her mouth was on his again and he could say no more. Her tongue was snaking in and around his mouth, exploring, curling this way and that.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, rubbing up and down on the bulge of his cock. His cock felt so big! It felt so beautiful! She had to have it! She just had to!

With a swift twist of her body she was backing off from him, leaving his mouth open and gasping. She was dropping to her knees in front of him, reaching for his belt and fly. And with several quick hand movements she had his fly down, his pants open, his shorts tugged down off his crotch. Her hand was between his legs.

"This is insane! This can't be happening!" he complained. But he didn't struggle. He leaned against the wall quite passively and stared down at her platinum-blonde head. His heart was pounding hard.

"What a lovely cock! What a fucking beautiful cock!" Vickie whispered, curling her fingers around his prick. His cock dangled from the hair of his crotch, its mushroom head glowing in the soft light.

She shucked her hand up and down on his prick half a dozen times, judging its weight and girth in her palm. Then she leaned over and licked its head quickly running her tongue up his cock and diddling his tiny piss-slit. Her lips came down over the cock crown and ducked forward, guiding it back over the velvet pad of her tongue till she had several inches of shaft inside.

"Ohhh! You're sucking my cock! You've got my cock in your mouth!" he marveled, glaring down at her. "I don't believe it! What's the matter with you!"

"Mmmfffhhh!" she commented, sweeping her tongue every which way on his helpless prick, bathing it with her hot saliva. Her cheeks hollowed then puffed out, spasming back and forth as she worked on his captured cock.

His cock was growing steadily, inflating in her mouth, forcing her lips farther and farther apart. His cock was now eight or nine inches long, bumping the roof of her mouth.

"Ohhh shit! Ohhh fuck!" he groaned, rolling his head back. His pants and shorts slipped lower on his legs till at last they fell in a tangled heap around his ankles.

Vickie wrapped her fist around the slowly hardening base of his prick and began to jack it up and down. Her head started a series of gentle pumping motions, sinking down maybe four inches on the stiffening shaft then raising up till only the cockhead remained in her mouth, resting contentedly on her tongue.

"Cocksucker! Cocksucker!" Donald began to babble. His hips humped gently back and forth, feeding her long lengths of cock.

"Does that feel good? Does my mouth feel goad on your cock?" she asked suddenly, lifting off his prick and rolling her lovely eyes up to his lust-clouded face. She held his prick tight in her hand, pointed it at an angle toward her face. His cock seemed to be nearly ten inches long now.

"Put it back in! Put it back in your mouth, you stupid slut!" he growled, trying to spear her face with his looming erection. "Suck it! Suck my cock! Don't fucking stop, you silly cunt!"

Smiling, Vickie lowered her head and sucked his cock once more. She resumed her pumping on his prick, tugging him closer and closer to climax. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted this gorgeous prick deep up her cunt. But there was no harm in warming him up first. Might as well get his cock good and hard before trying anything!