"Turned on librarian" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Mark)

CHAPTER ONE

Beth Paisely fidgeted and looked at the clock for the third time in fifteen minutes. It was ten-thirty; only half an hour to go. The library was almost empty now, but she knew better than to suggest to Lisa that they close up early. Little Miss Stuffy would never go for that; everything had to be by the book. Beth sighed quietly.

"You're really hot to get out of here, aren't you?" Lisa asked when she heard Beth's almost inaudible sigh.

"Why? Don't you like it here?"

Beth turned to Lisa and made a face. Lisa just shook her head and went back to the book she was reading. Frigid little bitch, Beth thought as she looked at Lisa. No wonder you like it in this place; I bet you never once had a man's cock in your…

Lisa looked up as someone came in through the outer doors and approached the desk, and Beth turned to see who it was.

Wow.

Now this was more like it.

The man who had just come in was tall, and from the way he carried himself it seemed obvious that he was an athlete. His face was ruggedly handsome, and when he smiled Beth could feel herself beginning to melt somewhere deep inside her body.

"I'm looking for the special collection room. Can you tell me where it is?"

Lisa started to reply, but Beth was way ahead of her.

"I'll show you," she said, and was out from behind the desk before Lisa had a chance to object.

The man, at any rate, didn't seem to have any objections.

As she watched Beth led the stranger away, Lisa had to light down het irritation. Beth was so obvious! Didn't she ever think about anything else? As the man followed his guide to the stain, Lisa could sense that his eyes were locked firmly on Beth's softly swaying ass.

Slut!

Lisa went back to her book.

Why did Beth irritate her so much? The question kept forcing itself in front of the page until finally Lisa closed the book in disgust. What time was it?

Ten forty-five. Where was Beth? Lisa looked around the library and noticed for the first time that everyone on the first floor was gone; she was alone. She'd given Beth another two minutes, but that was it. Then she was going up after her.

The two minutes passed uneventfully. Her irritation growing, Lisa walked out from behind the desk and headed for the stairs. The special collection room was on the third floor.

As she emerged from the stairway into the stacks on the third flood, Lisa could suddenly sense that something was going on. But what? She couldn't say for certain; it was just a vague but nonetheless powerful feeling.

The room that Beth had been taking the man to was all the way back in one corner of the floor. Like the other cubicles along the walls, it was glass-end enclosed with drapes along the inside wall.

Usually the drapes were left open unless there was a conference or something going on inside.

But right now the drapes were closed.

Or almost closed. Right in the middle where they, came together, there was a slight gap of just a couple of inches.

Lisa's hand was on the doorknob when she paused. There were sounds coming from the room.

Half ashamed of herself and not fully understanding why she was doing it, Lisa withdrew her hand from the knob and walked a few steps along the glass wall until she was even with the gap in the drapery. Then she looked inside.

Lisa gasped out loud at what she saw.

Beth was half undressed, her sweater thrown on the conference fable behind her, while the man was frantically tearing at the clasp to her corduroy pants.

All her training told her to look away, but somehow Lisa couldn't tear her eyes away from what she was seeing. It was incredible! Here… in the library!

Beth's tits were bouncing wildly as she pushed herself back onto the conference table, and Lisa found her eyes drawn as if by a magnet to the soft white mounds with the large, brown nipples.

Then suddenly the man pulled hard and Beth's pants came down around her ankles, revealing her long slim legs. The only thing left now were her panties, and within ten seconds they, too, were on the floor.

Beth was completely naked.

For a frozen moment nothing happened as the man looked down on the naked girl beneath him. Even through all her shock Lisa could tell one thing; Beth's body was every bit as good as any one she had ever seen.

The man started forward, but Beth suddenly held out a hand. Then she smiled, and directed the man to fuck away. He looked confused, out acquiesced willingly enough, his eyes never leaving the soft brown triangle of Beth's cunt.

Lisa could see that Beth was saying something, but she couldn't make out the words. But whatever it was, it apparently satisfied the man, because he smiled and leaned back into one of the large overstuffed chairs placed around the room.

Then Beth, to Lisa's total horror, began to finger herself. Right in front of the man. It was insane.

First she took her hand and ran it along the inside of one smooth, silky thigh. Then slowly she began to let it slide up the inside of her leg until finally the fingers rested at the entrance of her pussy.

Even through the glass, Lisa could see the dewy buds of moisture standing at the entrance to Beth's cunt, and it was obvious that Beth knew that this, more than anything else, was turning the man on.

Using only her first two fingers, Beth spread apart the lips of her cunt, revealing the rich red moistness within. The man squirmed in his seat, but did not move. He was obviously enjoying the show.

Then quickly one of her other fingers darted inside, plunging deep into the hungry folds, emerging a moment later with a shimmering coat of Beth's cunt juice covering it.

Again the man squirmed.

Then Beth gracefully slid off the table and quickly covered the two steps to the chair. Provocatively, tantalizingly, she waved her honey covered finger in the man's face. For a moment he put up with it, smelling, the fragrance of her passion, but then quickly he reached out, grabbed her hand, and plunged the moist finger into his eager mouth.

But quickly Beth pulled her, finger back out. She obviously was intent on remaining in control of what was happening, and the man was going to have to play it her way.

Dropping to her knees in front of the man, Beth began to unbuckle his pants. Her fingers moved quickly, expertly, and in a few moments his trousers were down around his knees, revealing what seemed to Lisa to be an incredibly large bulge in the man's shorts.

No! It couldn't be that large!

But it was.

Even more quickly, almost feverishly now that her lust was fully aroused by the sight of the man's prick beneath the confining material, Beth jerked the shorts down.

Lisa gasped.

She wanted to turn away, to run down to the safety and security of the desk below, but somehow she couldn't move. It was as if her body were rooted to the floor where she stood, and her eyes were rooted to the man's cock.

And what a cock!

Lisa had never imagined that a man's cock could be so large. It was incredible. But she had little time to reflect on it, as Beth was not about to waste a single moment.

Her hands were all over the man's magnificent tool, running up and down its length, trying without success to encircle its huge girth.

In the chair the man squirmed, writhing silently in Beth's expert grasp. For a few moments it looked as if Beth might try to take his cock in her mouth, but then it became obvious that both of them were much too hot for anything but hard fucking.

With a groan that even Lisa could hear through the glass, Beth launched herself onto the man's prick, straddling him as he sat in the seat and allowing his tool to pierce her cunt completely in a single thrust.

"Aaaaagggghhh!" she cried loudly as his prod suddenly filled her steamy cunt to overflowing. Then quickly, wildly, she began to fly up and down the thick, slippery shaft, using her legs to guide the tempo.

Through the glass Lisa watched in awe as Beth slid up and down the slimy pole. Each time she rose up to the crest of her stroke, the fiery purple cock was exposed almost in its entirety, shimmering brightly from the juices that covered it.

Then the muscles in Beth's full, rounded ass tensed, and she slammed down onto the man's straining crotch, her entire body quivering with the smashing force of the impact.

Again and again the cycle was repeated, growing in wild intensity as the two smashed into each other, oblivious to everything except the cravings that were controlling them. Finally, his frenzy taking complete control, the then rose completely out of the chair, his strong hands clinging tightly to Beth's soft ass, his powerful arms pulling her up and down on his cock.

The man's face was contorted with passion, his eyes bulging, and Beth could feel his tool beginning to pulse and shudder within her. Frantically, knowing she had only a few seconds left, she redoubled her efforts, locking her shapely legs around his back, pumping up and down for all she was worth.

And she was rewarded.

Just as she felt the man's cock explode, her cunt seemed to overflow, spilling its juices wildly as she came in a rush of shooting wetness that spurted and mixed with the man's hot cum.

"Aaaaaggghhhh… yessss…" she groaned, still slamming into him, grinding her sloppy cunt as more and more cum oozed out of it, trickling down her thighs and onto her legs.

Finally, exhausted, the man collapsed backward into the chair, his rapidly shrinking cock still embedded in her cunt.

Outside the glass, Lisa came out of the trance she had lapsed into. She was breathing heavily in short, ragged gasps and there was a strange tingling between her legs.

Shame suddenly shot through her with an intensity that was almost physical as she realized what was happening to her. Silently she turned and ran.

By the time Beth returned to their station below, Lisa had, outwardly at least, regained her composure. She didn't know how to act toward Beth, but when she saw the dreamy, satisfied look in Beth's eyes she knew it wouldn't matter.

"It's after eleven," Lisa pointed out.

"Where's your friend? Oh, never mind. There he is." The man had just emerged, somewhat ruffled, from the stairwell, and was heading toward them. "I think he wants to talk to you."

Beth turned and crossed the few steps to where he was standing. Lisa tried not to pay attention as Beth gave him her phone number. This was disgusting. How could anyone act the way Beth did?

"Lisa, why don't you go ahead and close up?"

For a moment Lisa just stared at Beth. Then she sighed; no point in making a scene.

"Sure, why don't you just go on home? I'll see you tomorrow."

Beth looked grateful, as did her companion. Quickly, the two of them gathered up their things and left. Lisa sat quietly for a moment after they were gone, then got up and began to check all the doors.

An hour later Lisa was in the bathroom of her apartment getting ready for bed. But she wasn't sleepy. In fact, she was positively wide awake.

Maybe a shower would help, she thought to herself, and began to run the water. As she waited for it to get hot, she began to take off her clothes.

When she was finished, she turned to hang them on the door, and as she did a strange thing happened.

She saw her body in the minor and stopped.

It was, in a way, as if she were seeing it in a new light. It was like she was looking through another window at another naked woman, just as she had been looking at Beth earlier. In a strange way she could be objective, and in her, objectivity Lisa found that she was in for a surprise.

Her body was every bit as good as Beth's.

Her breasts, while a shade smaller, were still full and firm and gently rounded.

Beneath that, her stomach was slim and flat, leading to a silky blonde triangle that was perfect in its symmetry and delicate in its texture. Her legs were long and slim while her hips were full, tight and finely sculpted.

Then why was it that Beth was so sexy?

The question plagued her painfully. She looked at her faze, thinking that the answer might be found there. But there was nothing wrong with her face. In fact, except for an acquired severity, her face was probably prettier than Beth's.

Suddenly, for the second time that night, Lisa was ashamed of herself. What was she thinking about?

The warm needles of the shower helped to make her relax, and as she soaped herself Lisa began to stop feeling quite so badly about everything. After all, she and Beth weren't even friends, really, so why should she get so worked up over all this? It was silly.

Through her cloud of thoughts Lisa became dimly aware of something, an indefinably pleasant sensation that was making her feel good. She looked down.

Her right hand, busily soaping her body, had lingered on the sensitive mound of flesh that was her right breast. The nipple was hard, straining against her hand, and her fingers were unconsciously kneading and squeezing the rich flesh beneath the soap.

What was going on?

Ten minutes later, freshly scrubbed and lying between the cool sheets of her bed, Lisa found that every nerve in her body was awake. Just as she had felt a new visual awareness of her body when she had seen it in the mirror, now she felt a new sensual awareness.

But what should she do?

The question plagued her. As did the answer, which was that she didn't know what to do. It was frustrating, even embarrassing suddenly for Lisa as she thought about what she was.

A twenty-two year old virgin.

What's wrong with me? she thought to herself. It's crazy, insane, but for the first time in my life I'm really turned on… and I don't know what to do.

Then she suddenly flashed on the image of Beth earlier in the night, sitting on the conference table with her legs spread invitingly while the man looked into her snatch.

Beneath the sheets Lisa spread her legs, slightly at first, then wider as she gained confidence. With her eyes tightly closed, she allowed both her hands to touch her thighs.

Tingles went through her body, running up and down her spine and darting about the area between her legs.

Slowly, tentatively, she began to rub her thighs, massaging then feeling the warm glow begin to build as her body started to relax. Then, still moving with tantalizing slowness, her hands began to work their way up, sliding around until they were on the warm insides of her thighs, then continuing upward until they were poised at the entrance to her moist, dewy cunt.

In her mind Lisa could see her own cunt lips, wetly parted just a few inches from her fingers. She thought about the sticky honey that she could feel flowing within her, and she began to tremble as her desire to touch herself conflicted with the carefully developed sense of propriety that told her unequivocally that for her to continue would be something shameful.

But she continued.

An electric thrill shot through her entire body as her right forefinger touched the simmering entrance to her steamy pussy. Still hesitating, though, she paused, allowing her finger to explore the silky texture of her throbbing triangle.

But after a few moments she could no longer stand it. Without any more hesitation, she plunged her finger deep into the yielding warmth of her cunt, driving it wildly as far in as she could reach, feeling with a rush of excitement the sensation of the probing, prodding member as it sought to explore the hungry chamber that had been so neglected until now.

In and out she began to drive it, stabbing her cunt with growing excitement, grinding and gyrating her hips to give maximum penetration, letting the probe dart here and there within the sticky recesses of her honeypot.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned, her tongue unconsciously licking her lips until they glistened.

Harder and harder she massaged her straining cunt, and without realizing what was happening her other hand made its way up until it was firmly cupped on her left breast.

The fleshy orb seemed to jump in her grasp, so sensitive had it become, and Lisa found herself straining with both her cunt and her tits to get as much from her hands as she could.

"Aaahhh…"

This second moan escaped her lips without Lisa even noticing it. Harder and harder her finger plunged into her sticky cunt.

Her clit was beginning to swell now, the ripe, pulsing button growing larger and larger with each stroke. Instinctively Lisa began to focus her attention there, tracing light circles around the sensitive organ then flicking back and forth across it with growing relish.

Deep within her cunt Lisa felt something growing. Like a white-hot coal, the growing knot within her started to build. Almost imperceptible at first, the heat began to grow, rising higher and higher within her.

Suddenly, with a certainty that surprised her, Lisa realized what was happening. She was going to come!

Incredible.

Faster and faster she plunged her finger into her pulsing, writhing pussy, pulling the fire within her closer and closer to the surface.

Wildly, almost out of control, she began to strain upward, clawing and writhing up from the bed until her hips were a full foot above the sheets.

But she was oblivious to everything now except the pulsing, churning presence within her cunt. Her hand offered him resistance until finally, in a wrenching, building spasm, she felt the bubbling heat inside her begin to boil over.

Then her entire crotch seemed to melt to pure butter as a string of explosions racked her hungry, quivering pussy and sent waves of hot cum spilling out over her hand and onto the sheet beneath her.

But she didn't stop.

For a full thirty seconds she continued, churning and spewing her juices with all the pent-up bury that her frustrated life had left her with.

Then, finally, it was over.

Lisa was tired. She didn't know how she felt about what she had just done, but right now it didn't matter.

She was exhausted.

Her eyes closed and she slept.