Gloria knew, with an eerie thrill of fear, that she was losing her control that same afternoon. She hadn't gone to the library until noon. She had gotten her boarder erect twice more, and feverishly drained him dry each time. Normally, when she came in at noon she had the option of leaving either at five or closing the library herself at nine.
Tonight she knew she would close the library. She would not be alone. The only question was – a boy or a girl?
There were moments when her heart hammered against her chest and her lips tingled fiercely when she was a lovely young girl through her glass-walled office. Those pert young tits and utterly luscious little asses bounced, invitingly outlined through their tight skirts or jeans. She imagined the silky feel of theft hot young cheeks beneath her spanking fingers, teasing the crevice of their satiny asscheeks with her loving tongue, then plunging deep and ravenously into their succulent hot slits…
A few minutes later, a clean-cut boy would pass by, and the secretly amused brunette would lick her sensuous lips as she gazed at his crotch. Her pussy was beginning to seep hotly in her panties. Somehow the risk didn't seem important anymore. Her long arduous fuck session in the early hours that morning had ripped the lid off her buried passion, and her obscene imagination ran wild.
But in spite of her constantly throbbing cunt and erotic flashes, Gloria knew the hazards of trying to seduce a young girl in her library office after hours were tremendous. You simply didn't suck off and masturbate girls, especially in a conservative town like this. The same act with a boy carried much less risk.
And the librarian had a growing curiosity about cocks. She knew they came in various sizes and shapes, but she'd seen and had so few, she wondered if they all tasted alike – hot and male and bursting with power. She wondered if all their come tasted salty and pungent, and if they all had tiny purple veins throbbing in their meat.
By eight o'clock that evening, Gloria realized you couldn't think about one thing for eight solid hours and not do something about it. Her fully curved tits were clammy with excitement and her panties were soaked with eager wetness. She gazed out at the library. There were only two boys and a girl, ail by themselves, reading and making notes.
She knew one of the boys, a football player who'd talked to her once because he was really concerned about his poor grades. He spent four or five nights a week, studying intensely. He had a huge bulge jutting out from his tight jeans. He wasn't overly bright, but a very nice boy, the librarian told herself. Judging from his crotch, his cock would be immense.
Could he be trusted? By quarter to nine, he was the only one left in the library, and Gloria didn't give a damn whether he could be trusted or not. She was so hot, she thought that she would fuck a dog if one wandered in. She recalled the boy's name was Jack. She left her office and approached him. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Hi, Miss Shannon," he said. "Casing time?"
With his blond good looks the star football player undoubtedly had plenty of girls, thought Gloria. Now she would show him the difference between a girl and a woman.
"As a matter of fact yes, Jack. But I need your muscles for a few minutes. Would you mind?"
He stood up, without a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
"Sure, Miss Shannon, just name it," he said.
The shapely brunette felt her knees tremble as she went to lock the library doors. All she had to do was play it safe with Brian in her own house.
His hot, bristling young cock was enough to satisfy any passionate woman. But after five years, Gloria wasn't just passionate – she was approaching the point of sheer insatiability. The risk was half the fun, a kind of perverse challenge that drove the voluptuous brunette with relentless, lustful power.
"In my office, Jack," she told him.
He followed her into her office, and she turned the master switch that shut off the library lights. She switched on a desk lamp and turned off the overhead light. Jack watched her, baffled. Nervously, Gloria sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. Glancing at his massive crotch, she knew a herd of bulls couldn't stop her now.
"Sit here," she said huskily, patting the sofa beside her. "I want to have a little talk with you, Jack."
Puzzled, the eighteen-year-old sat on the sofa. Not a single thought of sex had crossed his mind, not with the aloof, respectable town librarian. Gloria spoke as she took off her glasses, and uncoiled her hair.
"I know you're worried about your studies, Jack," she said. "Don't be. You'll pass in school. Just grind the homework out and you won't fail. But there's something more important than that." Jack felt a sharp tingle in his long prick. She looked completely different with her glasses off and hair down – striking and sexy. Her eyes were huge and luminous, burning through him with an unmistakable message. Good Christ, the librarian had the hots for him!
"Intelligence isn't everything, Jack," she whispered, putting a hand on his thigh, and rubbing slowly toward his swelling cock. "Being a man is even more important. We both know a lot of arrogant twerps with brains, but they're not all men, are they? I think you're a man already, Jack. I want you to prove it to me."
The football player gulped. "Prove it to you?" Normally, he went about fucking a girl simply by taking her to a drive-in movie or to the woods outside of town, necking with her and then shoving it to her. But this was a lady – a tall, leggy lady with class, not a giggling football groupie at a drive-in movie. And she wanted him to prove he was a man.
"Prove ft to me," she repeated in a sultry voice. She rubbed her hot palm over his thick crotch, and his massive cock leaped instantly.
"Take off your pants," she whispered, her face suddenly contorted with lust. "Show me your big cock and I'll give you the blowjob of your lifetime, Jack."
His mouth dropped open. She had already unzipped his fly and was groping eagerly for his rod. She brought it out with a low hiss of pleasure. Jack watched the town librarian with astonishment as she licked her lips with lewd excitement and jerked his meat softly in her hot fist.
"Oh, that's a beauty, Jack!" she exclaimed. "You are a man, aren't you? Be honest with me, now, darling, when was the last time you had it?"
If he hadn't been so startled and awkward, Jack would have shot off in her fingers at that moment. She continued to play lewdly with his cock while she rolled up her skirt, and began to slide her panties and nylons down. His eyes went down to her creamy thighs and pink, glistening cunt and he swallowed hard.
"I said," Gloria feverishly murmured, "when was the last time you had sex? And with who?"
The fiercely aroused brunette unbuckled his belt, and rolled his pants down while he talked. She yearned for it this way in her vivid imagination so many times. She was half-dressed, naked only from the waist down so she could feel deliciously guilty, as if she were fucking a stranger on the spur of the moment. It was a scenario she had to follow through.
She wanted the details from him – the wanton highlights of his last sex episode, as if she could make up for five years of sex starvation by listening to this young stud's lustful exploits.
"What was she like?" Gloria urged, dropping to her knees between his thighs. She had both her hands around his hot meat, her eyes smoldering on the milky drop oozing out of his crimson cockknob. She watched it grow bigger and bigger, holding her breath with lascivious hunger.
"She was okay," Jack said hoarsely. He'd never been to a whorehouse, but it couldn't possibly surpass this, he thought. Jesus, the cool, elegant town librarian was the hottest thing he'd ever seen once she let her hair – and her panties – down. She made soft crooning sounds as she lovingly stroked his hard cock in her fingers. Her sensuous mouth edged closer to his knob.
"What was her cunt like?" Gloria asked eagerly. "Hot and luscious? Really tight? Did she blow you?"
Gloria used the obscene words with calculated effect, feeling a sharp thrill as his gigantic cock grew rock hard in her fingers. The creamy drop oozing out of his purple knob was huge now, but so thick it didn't drip. Eagerly, Gloria flicked out her tongue and licked it up. Jack groaned with lust.
"She was… she was pretty hot, Miss Shannon," he mumbled. "She, uh, she went down on me but she wouldn't let me come in her mouth."
"Want to come in my mouth?" Gloria asked quickly.
Tantalizing him, the kneeling half-naked brunette swirled her wet tongue around his pulsing knob. Then she dipped her head underneath and kissed his mammoth, hairy balls, while using her tongue to tickle him. She'd gotten him hot and she knew she could get him to gush a torrent into her mouth in less than a minute.
"Yeah, sure," Jack mumbled. A moment later he grunted as she hungrily seized almost five inches of his long, pounding cock in her mouth. She jerked his rod and whipped her mouth back and forth at the same time in a frenzied tempo. Her lust erupted with total abandon. Even in her uncontrollable passion, the lust-inspired brunette was comparing, calculating and savoring every burning inch of his hot cock. He was definitely bigger than Brian. He was a bull with balls like small grapefruits. No dreamy, coaxing blowjob for this stud, Gloria decided feverishly. She wanted his boiling come fast, stinging her throat and burning her insides.
Then, once she took the edge off his lust, she could love his engorged rod until she fainted.
An athletic type, Jack was never much for words. But he groaned and gasped and held her head firmly in his huge hands as he fucked the voracious librarian's hot mouth eagerly. Thrill after electrifying thrill tore through his throbbing cock as Gloria sucked furiously, barely able to get her fingers around his massive, hard prick.
"Coming!" Jack grunted. "Oh lady, that's hot and wild!"
Low animal moans came from Gloria's throat the moment he began to spurt. For almost a full minute he shot off into her frantically sucking mouth. Gulping greedily, Gloria thought she might choke on the salty flood as she stroked her lips passionately on his softening cockmeat. Limp, his huge prick still filled her warm mouth.
Panting, the librarian straddled his hips as she sat on the sofa, facing him. She lewdly rubbed her hot, wet cunt over his cockmeat while she cupped and hefted his balls. Using words as well as her throbbing wet pussy, she got him hard again in less than a minute.
"Love your hot cock, Jack," she whispered, snaking her tongue in his ear. Whoever this hot-breasted madly amused and fantastically sexy brunette was, Jack knew it couldn't be the librarian. She looked completely different, acted totally different and, in fad, made his favorite piece of ass seem like a clumsy girl scout in comparison. Maybe she was schizo, Jack thought. He didn't know the exact meaning of the word, but he vaguely connected it with a dual personality. His cock boiled hard in seconds, but still Gloria teased him, rubbing his knob with diabolical slowness against her luscious wet cuntlips.
"She was sixteen," Jack stammered, slipping his hands beneath her blouse to grasp her ripe, silky tits. "She was pretty tight, Miss Shannon, but so help me, she wasn't half as hot as you. Oh shit, that's good! Hey, that's – ummmm! – that's hot pussy, wheeeewwwwwwww!"
The moaning brunette suddenly caught him by surprise, sliding her juicy cunt down on his cockshaft almost to the hilt. Gloria let out a yelp of pain – he felt like a heated baseball bat rammed up her tender slit – but then, as her hot pussy juices began to flow freely, the sobbing librarian began to fuck the eighteen-year-old boy in earnest.
She sucked in her breath as she swung her engorged cunt in wide circles, feeling his thick meat tingle every inch of her hotly sucking pussy. Then Gloria shifted to a rapid back-and-forth jerking of her hips, screaming softly as his massive rod battered her tight cunt mercilessly. Accompanying every hot thrill was the delicious, guilty sensation of urgency, as though they might be caught at any moment.
His brawny hands still groped her swollen, heaving tits beneath her blouse. Jack, who was used to petite breasts, thought Gloria's burning mounds felt like overripe melons. Her hot, frantic cunt oozed a steady stream of juice onto his cock and balls, and she clawed his back in a frenzy and muttered incoherently.
"Love young pricks!" the sobbing librarian cried. "Love to fuck, honey! Yes, yesssss! Oh God I'm starting to come – ooooooo! – I can't stop coming, Jeeeeeesus Christ, love it!"
Gloria whipped her soaked cunt up bud down on his colossal cockrod with loud, obscene moans. Her orgasm blazed intensely. Since last night, each climax was more thrilling and violent than the last. Each mad fucking session was more shattering and fiery to her love starved cunt.
"Me too!" Jack groaned, and his cock exploded beneath her fiercely sucking cunt. Her sweating naked ass slapped furiously against his crotch as she rode his cockmeat screaming with bliss. Her entire body shuddered from head to toe as his come spurted hot and deep into her throbbing cunt.
Long after he stopped ejaculating, the moaning librarian twitched her silken cunt hungrily on his deflated cockrod and rubbed his back with frantic fingers.
"How was it?" she whispered anxiously. "How do I compare with your girlfriends, Jack? Was it nice and hot and juicy?"
"Skit, yes!" Jack blurted out, still heaving for breath.
Her creamy tits still ached with excitement. Gloria climbed off him. Once again, she was sated – for the moment. And once again she felt reassured, womanly, completely feminine.
But, with a deep sigh, the trembling brunette knew it couldn't last. Shocked, she realized she was actually in her own office, in the library, not safe and secretive at home. She'd just seduced, sucked and fucked her second teenaged boy in twelve hours. She was driven by an irresistible compulsion.
"You'd better get dressed now," she told Jack in a worried voice. "I want to talk with you before you leave."
She brought her skirt, panties and nylons into her private bathroom. Trembling, she closed her eyes and scooped up the boy's dripping warm come that was trailing down her sleek thighs. She brought her wet fingers up to her lips and licked the sticky fluid with depraved eagerness.
She calmly dressed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. In less than a minute, she made the transition from stunning, wild-eyed nympho to cool, precise librarian. She pinned up her hair rapidly and put her glasses back on.
"You really had better get a grip on yourself," she told her image in the mirror, "or you're in big trouble, Miss Shannon."
Back in her office, Jack was dressed and looked excited and sheepish at the same time. He already had another urgent hard-on straining at his pants. She licked her lips, but resisted the temptation. Brian would be at home, waiting for her eagerly.
"Now listen to me," she told Jack in a firm voice. "If you so much as mention a word of this to anyone, I'm ruined in this town. You understand that, don't you, Jack?"
"Hell, sure I do, Miss Shannon," Jack said. "You don't have to worry about that. Honest, you can trust me."
"Famous last words," Gloria muttered dryly.
"Can I see you tomorrow night too?" he asked anxiously.
Only if you bring your girlfriend, Gloria was about to say. Now that would really be dangerous.
"We'll see," she hedged. "You run along now, Jack. Not a word, please, not a single word."
She locked the library doom behind him and then returned to her office. Sitting behind her desk, she lit a cigarette and basked in the familiar hot glow at contentment spreading outward from her tingling cunt.
And with it came the cold finger of fear. She simply couldn't go on like this, like a lust-crazed nymphomaniac who had to have it on the spot, fast and fierce. But five years of denial had left the lush brunette explosively hot and unpredictable, with an overpowering desire to make up far lost time. All she had to do was avoid the crazy risks, play it safe by milking every molten drop of Brian's quivering young cock night after night.
From now on she would do that, Gloria promised herself. No more wild, urgent lapses in her office at night. No more furtive, lewdly exciting blowjobs arid torrid screwing sessions with handsome, hung young boys in the library. She would definitely get a grip on her insane passion at once.
Definitely.
Except… just once she'd like sex with a sweet young girl, a ripening blossom with cute tits and a darling ass. Just once, to satisfy her driving curiosity. And then maybe just one threesome, cocks and pussies grinding hotly together…
With a sigh, Gloria locked up the library and went out to her car. Her ripe, hot-breasted body felt like a time bomb, ticking away for the inevitable explosion.
It would come with shattering swiftness, much sooner than the hungry brunette expected.