Still, what they lack in skill they made up for in enthusiasm, so I was willing to give this boy a go.
‘You shouldn't have watched us,’ I scold. Still holding his long cock in his meaty fist, he seems unsure about what to do next. He seemed unsure if he should continue as he was, or try for me. ‘Do you have nothing to say for yourself?’ I ask him.
My first boy was looks put out at the new arrival. I reach out and grasp his cock firmly in my fist. I don't move, I just hold him there. His body twitches in surprise and he relaxes a little. The jock watches with fascination.
‘I bet you want this big juicy cock in your pussy,’ the jock suggests crudely.
He is right of course. I want his long if not thick cock inside me, but I want him to learn who the boss is first.
‘You,’ I say to the jock, ‘On your hands and knees.’ He looks confused but, obviously expecting this is some kind of kinky game, which would end with him getting laid, he complies. I hitch my skirt up with one hand, still holding my first man captive. Sitting on the jock's back I raise one leg, placing one pointed heel on the jock's lower back, before pulling my scholar down to the floor.
‘Now lick me,’ I order him. Without hesitation this time, my man went on his knees and runs his hot tongue down my dripping slit tasting our mixed juices.
‘When do I get some action?’ the cleaner murmurs from his place below me.
‘Hush,’ I silence him as my other boy licks at my clit, sending shock waves through my already stimulated body. I arch back, pushing myself against his face as my nails raked the jock’s back, clinging to his shirt.
I shudder as my second orgasm for the evening wracks through me, my thighs clutching the boy's head so that he can't move away as I ride the wave. As I come down, I don't give them time to recover. Pulling the jock to his feet I grasp them both by the cock and draw them out into the library. Both look around nervously as we make our way to a more open area, the volumes of books are the only things watching our parade. I know the sounds of the library so well that I know we are now the only ones in the building. The front doors automatically lock at ten.
We are locked in, and I knew exactly what I want to do with my boys now.
‘Have you ever seen the sky dome at night?’ I ask my captives, ‘It really is something to behold.’ I squeeze their pulsing cocks as we walk to the next floor. There I release them for a moment while I unlock the maintenance door to give us access to the small balcony which surrounds the inside of the large glass auditorium in the centre of the library’s ceiling.
‘Are we allowed in here?’ the jock asks. ‘Won't we get in trouble?’
‘You already are in trouble,’ I reply, retrieving his cock and dragging him to the rail.
‘Oh, hey what’s your name?’ he asks, appearing to have a thought.
‘You can call me, Alexis,’ I reply.
‘Okay, I’m Mike. Ugh,’ he chokes off with a groan.
I cut off his rambling with a sharp tug on his warm, moist member.
‘What about you? What’s your name?’ I ask my scholar jokingly, pulling him swiftly into my body so that his cock fills me again; he seems shocked at this sudden action. I feel his cock twitching inside of me as it becomes excited by the warm confined space.
‘Ugh, god that feels good. It’s, um, Harris,’ he manages to lie as he presses his groin to me, hard, and starts thrusting in short hard strokes.
Mike, watches, his mouth hanging open as he begins tugging on his cock again. We wouldn’t ruin the game by revealing our true names to him.
‘Do you like watching, Mike?’ I ask breathlessly. He nods slowly, his eyes not leaving our combined sexes. ‘Come here and get a proper look,’ I encourage. He shuffles over to us, his dropped trousers restricting his legs. He kneels so that his face is level with our thighs. One hand reaches out tentatively and brushes the underside of Harris’s member. Harris shudders and slows.
‘That’s it, play nice with each other,’ I coax. I admit I'm surprised at the action. Most men wouldn’t want to have anything to do with another man’s shaft. Perhaps both have another side to their sexual orientation that even they are not aware.. Or perhaps the heat of the moment makes their brains shut off the thoughts of male on male contact, as they focus on the sensations pulsing through them.
‘Stroke it,’ I coo as his fingers knead Harris’s sack. Harris groans and I feel his ass clench as he struggles not to cum. I want them both to cum inside me as it has been years since I've been double fucked.
‘Mmmm, Mike come here and put that long cock of yours up my ass.’ He nearly trips as he stands in his eagerness to comply. He turns me roughly, I have to cling to Harris’s shoulders to keep my balance and keep him inside me.
Mike bends parts my ass with his strong hands, then gently glides his tongue around my puckered ass. The sensation is one I love as it it makes me feel slutty and bad. He dips his tongue just inside of me, lubricating me. Pulling Harris off me he hastily removes my skirt and sodden panties, my ass and pussy are now completely exposed. Harris is quick to re- enter me. Standing, Mike begins rubbing the bulbous head of his cock along my pussy just below Harris’s slick member, which slows in anticipation of Mikes’ entry. Once he has enough lubrication, he clasps my waist and lifts me easily to his height. I wrap my legs around Harris' hips, anchoring myself.
I feel the pressure against my anus as Mike starts slowly urging against it. The first part is always the best. The feel of that hot, moist mass thrusting against the entrance to my body nearly sends me over the edge before he has even started. Its intrusion moves me against Harris, his cock sliding against my centre, making me pant with lust. Mike pushes harder as his pulsing head slides past my ass. I gasp in pleasure and pain while he rests to allow me to get used to the intrusion. Spitting on his hand he rubs the saliva over the length of his cock before pushing it all the way in.
I cry out, the sound echoing around the dome as he slides, balls deep into my ass. The force pushes me against Harris, plunging him deeper still in me. Mike’s hand wraps around me and he rests one finger against my clit. Together they work up a rhythm. Each thrust making Mike’s finger slide against my hard clit. My head lolls forward against Harris’s shoulder as I fight the insane feelings which wrack my body.
The feeling of being completely filled from both sides sends shivers through the length of my being. The boys are groaning as they pumped faster, their cocks rubbing against each other through the wall of my body. Their breath comes in great gasps as Harris holds me up. Mike fondles and squeezes my swollen breasts with one hand, as he pumps slowly up my ass. His other hand still works me to my peak. They change the rhythm, bouncing me high to the end of their cocks before letting me plunge back down their lengths. The sensation sends me over the edge, I cry out as first one, then another climax hits me. The boys roar as they each empty their loads into my abused body. I cling to them as my vision swims with blackness, as my body threatens to shut down from over stimulation. Every muscle clenches in a rush of breathless sensationsas a third climax wracks my body, I buck against them, drawing the feeling out for as long as possible, every nerve alive as my juices rush through me.
The last echoes die out from the room as we all fall against the wall, sliding to the floor, exhausted and spent with lust.
Mike is the first to recover. He presses my mouth firmly to his in a wet and tongue filled kiss. My lips felt bruised when he pulls away.
‘Fuck I love slutty librarians.’
Not waiting for an answer he stands, tucking his slick cock back into his slacks and leaves the room.
I turn and lean down, impaling my mouth with Harris’s thick cock, licking the juices from it. When it's clean, he pulls back, slapping my cheek with the head of his cock, as he grins at the action.
He helps me to my feet. I pull my skirt back on and kiss him on the cheek.
‘Silly boy. Now, out of my library.’ I command him as he pushes his exhausted cock back into the confin
es of his pants.
Obediently, he gathers his clothes from around the building. He stops and waves to me before he leaves, as I stand watching from my lofty perch inside the dome.
It's an interesting job being a librarian and I always take it very seriously. I wander back down through the dusty shelves, taking my time as I make my closing rounds, picking up the books I had hastily kicked off in our romp.
The security guard lets himself in the front doors.
‘Evening, miss,’ he says as he begins his nightly ritual just as I end mine.
The knowledge that I had slick wads of cum in my body right now makes the long walk around the library bearable. The friction between my legs feels good against my still hot pussy. I wouldn’t mind another ride tonight. The security man is too old to be a contender. It doesn’t stop me from teasing him occasionally with brief glimpses of a panty line or flash of bra lace. He appreciated it I’m sure, his wife had passed several years ago and I was all the excitement he had, or so his little notes at my desk told me.
Moving to the back of the third floor, I retrieve a dark, leather bound volume. Opening it, I add the names, Harris and Mike. I close it and replace it amongst the other innocent books in the anatomy section. Perhaps one day I will fill its pages. But tonight I don't have the energy to describe the encounter. That will have to wait until tomorrow. I slide my heels from my feet and release my hair from its tight confines.
‘Janie? I’m heading off now,’ I say, opening the door to the librarian's office. The older woman looks up from her computer and smiles.
‘So soon, well okay, make sure you sign off before you leave.’
She is a nice older lady and she's taught me everything I knew about libraries. And I mean everything. I smile at the memory of the first conversation we had, back when I was just a library shelver.
‘Everything you know about libraries can be changed with one glance from a curious eye,’ she had said. Then went on to tell me, in graphic detail about her forty years as a librarian. ‘On the edge’ she called it. Now I have taken up the torch, one I am happy to carry.
The doors close behind me as I make my way down the library steps. The darkness of the night is soothing after the harsh fluorescents of the library. I might wear the red pumps tomorrow, I think to myself as I cross the car park to where my husband waits. His green eyes shining, his shirt still untucked, and another provocative bulge in his jeans. I do love our hidden encounters, I hope he can come again tomorrow.
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Scholar's Forbidden Lesson
Midpoint
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