CHAPTER TWO
“Sure you don't mind me borrowing the car, Dad?” asked Fred. His father looked distracted and Fred knew why. Not only the mechanic but three of the salesmen had regaled him with tales of how his father picked up a really foxy blonde and drove her out to a deserted spot beside the road in the country and banged the living hell out of her. Fred didn't mind that part of it was much as he did not getting to see the type of woman his dad enjoyed laying.
“Hell, of course not, Fred. I've got a solid acre of cars out there. Go on and finish off your running around and I'll make sure Jim gets to work on your car right away. Shouldn't be much bother. Just a little bit of a glitch in the timing chain.” “Whatever you say.
You're the one who knows cars.” With that Fred picked up the keys to the family car and left. Whistling to himself all the way to the library, Fred mentally went over what he knew was going to happen hidden in the stacks. Amid the books, he'd find that sexy librarian, talk with her a few minutes until they were both simply too hot to stand it any longer, then they'd ball. That was the way he planned to spend the afternoon, at any rate. Whether it came out that way or not was something else. But it never hurt to try. His father's little escapade with the blonde had proven that. Sometimes all you had to do was ask. Fred loped up the steps to the library, taking them two at a time. His cock was making him acutely uncomfortable. The way it tented his trousers in the crotch was open advertisement of his excitement. He passed by the librarian at the front desk without so much as a second glance. She was old and dumpy and frowzy and snapped at him to keep quiet all the time. She was nothing like the luscious librarian in the hack of the stacks. He walked up and down row after row of musty books, reveling in the odor. There was something exciting to him about the smell of ancient books. The feel of their cracked spines, brittled pages, tattered edges made him come alive. It was as if he felt as young and feisty as they did old and tired.
Her perfume was the first thing he detected. Sniffing at the old books had its advantages. He might have blundered onto the woman and ruined everything if he hadn't detected the faint odor of jasmine. She always wore jasmine; it was her favorite and he'd given her a small, expensive bottle of it for her birthday. Fred edged around the end of the bookcase and peered down the aisle. Perched precariously atop a movable stepladder was Gloria and the sight was almost enough to make him lose it right then and there. His cock tried to turn cartwheels in his pants at the sight of her long, lithe legs exposed all the way up to the curve of her ass. The way she stretched made her every contour all the more provocative. Her tits bulged wonderfully against her blouse in a very unlibrarian fashion. She had big ones he loved tonguing and taking into his mouth to suck. The memory of his mouth all over her snowy white mounds of titflesh thrilled him, spurred him on. And, while she was almost twice his age, there was a youthfulness to her that the teenager appreciated. In addition, he knew she had the experience to pleasure him, no matter what his mood. She knew all the right things to do and say, how to cajole him into giving his best performance sexually, even how to make sure they both got one huge charge out of fucking. Screwing in the stacks like they did was part of it. These were public books, and every now and then someone wandered back here to check on one of the dusty tomes. They could be caught fucking if anyone did venture back at the wrong -right!-time. But that added a certain zest to the fucking that would have been lacking otherwise. Gloria knew that and made sure that Fred did, too. She was a great fuck. He walked on cat's feet to a position behind her. Looking up, he could see her shocking-pink silk panties nicely filled by the bulge of her ass. She was wearing smoky pantyhose pulled up snugly around her upper thighs and lips. Those would have to go, just like the panties. He couldn't fuck her tightly clinging pussy with them in the way. Reaching up, the youth ran his hand lightly up the inside of her tights. She almost fell off the ladder in surprise. “Who? Oh, it's you, Fred. I wondered if you'd, ummmmmm, that's nice, if you'd come by today.” “I wouldn't miss it for the world. Just stand there for a second.” His eager fingers worked upwards under the band of her pantyhose. In a quick move, he pulled them over the bulge of her behind and stripped them from her trim, slender legs. He loved the feel of her satiny skin, especially her inner thighs. Nothing excited him more, except actual fucking, than to draw his fingers up and down the woman's legs.
Sometimes he could feel her flesh trembling in anticipation. Other times, the skin was cool and firm, demanding that he use all his skill to make it quiver with excitement. “Step out of them,” he ordered. She did, balancing herself against the bookcase as she did so. She towered over him in this position. Her pussy was almost at his face level and that gave them both the same idea at the same time.
“Go on,” she urged. “Do it. Eat my pussy!” Her own fingers pulled insistently at the elastic band of her pink panties. The silken material followed the pantyhose down the ivory pillars of her legs to expose her black furred pussy mound. He licked his lips at the sight of her lovely cunt. The dewy drops from her pussy juices were beading on the blue-tinged lips guarding her inner delights. Pressing his cheek against her pussy mound, he breathed hard for a moment. She was slowly opening her legs to him so that he could work his mouth to the spot where it would turn them both on the most. He moved his Lips to her pussy lips. A rough pink tongue swirled out and dragged across the excited, blood-engorged flaps hiding her cauldron of seething carnality. His tongue stabbed out, cock- hard, and plunged deep into her cunt. The woman shuddered and her legs pressed hard against the teenager's ears. For a moment, he was dead and almost blind, but his senses of taste and smell and touch were running wild.
The acrid, biting taste of an aroused woman assailed his tastebuds. He rolled his tongue around just inside the woman's pussy and lapped up all the salty juices he could. Jaws straining, he drove his tongue even deeper and felt the velvety lining of her pussy. He stroked up and down a few times, just beginning a really fine tongue- fucking, then stopping. He wanted her as strung-out sexually as he could get her. That way they'd both get off in a big way later.
Later, when he really fucked her with his throbbing, paining cock.
“Ummm, no,” she said suddenly. “No, Fred, you shouldn't be doing this. And not here, not in public. Someone might see us.” “The hell with that. We both know what we want-it's each other. Don't deny it. And fuck all the nosy people who might intrude on us. Hell, we'll give them a premier performance. We'll fuck so good that we might be invited to Carnegie Hall to do it on stage. Wouldn't that be something, to fuck in front of thousands of people?” He felt her legs twitch at the thought of anyone seeing them screwing. He knew her protests were simply designed to make him respond and turn her on a bit more. His tongue busied itself running over the thick patch of pussy fur and then down to her cunt lips. The agitated flaps of skin were throbbing harder and harder now. When he saw her tiny little clit begin to poke meekly from its fold of protective flesh, he knew she was about ready to fuck. Another quick lick along her cunt lips, then his hands went to her trim waist and lifted. She came off the ladder easily and flowed into his arms. The woman was a few inches shorter than he and a perfect fit for the circle of his arms. But it wasn't simply his arms he wanted near her. His cock heaved and bucked harder as it was pressed between their bodies. She reached down and stroked his prick gently, starting at the base and working toward the plum-tipped glans. He groaned and almost lost his balance as waves of delight assailed his senses. He pressed closer, lifted her skirt around her waist and drove his cock for the erotic target of her sex lips. Even with her guiding hand firmly placed on his long pole, he missed. The blunted head of his cock skittered down the well- greased gash and came out poking between the thick, meaty slabs of her asscheeks. They were pressed as close together as a man and woman could get. He felt her nipples hardening and poking into his chest through her thin blouse. She wore no bra. That wasn't according to the dress codes required by the library, but few objected.
Especially the male users of the library. Not for the first time, Fred wondered how many of those men this sexy bitch fucked back here in the semi-privacy of the stacks. And then it didn't matter to him anymore. Her mouth found his and a tongue as rough and wet and demanding as his own speared into his mouth. She rolled hers around a few limes in the dank, wet cavern, then retreated to say, “Hmmm, you taste good. I taste good. That's my cunt juice still on your tongue!”
Fred didn't trust himself to answer. He was afraid his voice might tremble or crack with emotion. He lowered his prick and aimed upwards for her twat again. This time, with their combined efforts, he hit dead center on her cunt hole. The very end of his cock vanished between those sucking, demanding cunt lips, then paused for a moment.
He let the heat boiling from her excited pussy warm his cock. The juices running out around the thick plug of his prick dribbled down the sides of his shaft and lubricated him for the fucking yet to come.
When he felt ready to continue, he raised his body and sent his pillar of manhood exploring into wonderfully
