Frank Brown
Horny peeping librarian

CHAPTER ONE

Sue Sherman arrived at work without panties on under her skirt. She never wore a bra, so today she was stark naked under her blue dress with the revealing slit up the left slide. As she walked up the front steps of the library, her naked pussylips working together, the meat between the swollen flaps slick with pussycream, she had to stop momentarily to brace herself against the railing and to take a deep breath. She felt so wicked and excited she was on the verge of coming!

If old Miss Wilmar, head librarian, were to discover that her newest assistant librarian had come to work without panties on, the prune faced old spinster would have a stroke on the spot. The thought of being so wicked and of fooling Miss Wilmar fueled Sue's excitement, for she had always loved being a naughty girl. Let anybody tell Sue that she could not do something, or that she could not have something, and Sue immediately set out to do that thing or to get that thing.

"Miss Sherman, you'll be working the mezzanine today." Miss Wilmar gave Sue the once over, peering over the taps of her bifocals and scowling.

"Yes, ma'am." Sue said with a smile.

She wheeled away before Miss Wilmar could make a remark about her dress and went to the mezzanine steps, intentionally clicking her high heels and wiggling her ass.

Kiss my ass, Sue thought, and as she climbed the steps, imagining the old bat watching Sue's tanned legs and muttering to herself about the indecent dress of today's young librarians. Miss Wilmar couldn't do anything, though. Sue was dressed according to the library dress rules. Her skirt hung within five inches of her knees. She kept her long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, and her neckline was cut low, but not too low – just revealing the upper bulge of her tanned tits.

Thank God there's nothing in the dress code about women having to wear nylons or a bra, Sue thought. Those things were taken for granted, she supposed. All women wore them. No need to require them to wear such things by writing it up in the dress code. Well, to hell with anything not specified in the code!

Sue slipped into her chair at the mezzanine information and requisitions desk and kicked off her high heels. There was nothing in the code about library employees having to wear shoes either, so to hell with them, at least while she was sitting behind her desk.

It was a slow morning, especially up in the mezzanine. The only real bustle was happening down at the circulation desk, where librarians and library assistants were busy checking in books that had been returned over the weekend. Monday mornings were always slow up here in the mezzanine because most library patrons didn't start filtering in usually until afternoon. Only a few patrons came to Sue's desk to requisition books from the basement stacks, so she went down herself instead of sending down an order for the books.

She welcomed the chance to get out of her desk and exercise her legs. She knew Miss Wilmar would frown upon such inefficiency, such wasted legwork, but Sue didn't care what Miss Wilmar thought. The head librarian had undoubtedly sentenced Sue to the most boring desk in the library this morning just to spite her. Miss Wilmar knew what Sue liked the most active tasks, so she made it a habit to always find Sue the least active, job possible.

At ten, Sue took her coffee break in the employees' lounge.

"Where'd you get that dress?" Nancy Hanes said.

"This old thing?" said Sue. "I've only had it since my freshman year of college. Used to wear it to dances."

"Bet it didn't stay on long after the dances," Nancy said, smiling suggestively.

"Not long," Sue said. "Not long at all." She sipped her coffee, feeling a warm glow in her cheeks.

"I wouldn't have the guts to wear something like that," said Jane Martin. "Especially to work. I don't know how you get away with it, Sue. Miss Wilmar looks like she'd going to have kittens sometimes when you walk in wearing these wild outfits."

Sue laughed. "I follow the dress code. Miss Wilmar learned that the first week I was here. She called me into Kurt Johnson's office and tried to have me fired for indecency, if you can believe that. But I read the dress code out loud and to her face right there in front of Kurt, and he said, 'She's right, Miss Wilmar. She's within the code guidelines. You may return to your jobs, ladies.' And that was that."

Nancy and Jane looked flabbergasted.

"Girl scout's honor," Sue said, crossing her heart. "In fact, I think Kurt actually approves of my clothing."

"Don't try to tell us he's interested in you," Nancy said. "Not Kurt Johnson."

"Kurt Johnson is a professional," Jane said. "He lives for this library. I don't think he ever thinks about anything else. I've been working here over ten years, and I've never seen him pay the least bit of attention to any female employees. He's completely asexual, as far as I'm concerned, handsome though he is."

Nancy shook her head. "I second that! Our revered director is all work and no play. Budget and staff meetings, or meetings of the library board are his whole life." She glanced at her watch. "Break's over, girls."

On the way back to her desk, Sue saw Kurt Johnson arrive with his brief case and head straight for his office. The only person he greeted was Miss Wilmar, whom he nodded to as he strode past her. Miss Wilmar looked for a moment as if she were going to salute him, then immediately went to her desk to collect her papers for their Monday morning meeting. A minute later, Miss Wilmar, accompanied by her two senior staff members, entered the director's office and sealed shut the door behind them. The meeting would last an hour, as it always did.

Sue couldn't figure out that Kurt Johnson. He was tall and muscular, his physique obvious even through his suit. He should have been a pro athlete, not a library director. And he could have his choice of women. Why did he ignore all the sexy young librarians and assistants and spend his time in business meetings with Miss Wilmar and her two gray-haired sergeants?

Asshole, Sue thought, sliding in behind her desk. She was angry with the man. Here she was, a fresh, ripe young woman, one of the most sought-after girls at Howard College, and he wouldn't give her more than quick glances. Even when he'd interviewed her for the job, he'd spent more time looking at her resume than at her. Well, at least he'd hired her, much to Miss Wilmar's dismay, Sue was sure.

Sue finished her paperwork quickly, then drooled on a piece of scrap paper and daydreamed. She thought about Kurt Johnson, the first male she had ever met who seemed disinterested in her, and she found herself drawing a picture of a big veiny cock. Her mouth watered as she looked at her drawing, imagining it to be Kurt's erect prick. She drew wads of cum spurting from the cock and squeezed her legs together. Her face became hot.

She kicked her shoes off again. Suddenly, she felt very naked under her dress as she worked her legs against each other. Her pussylips had swollen and a liquid like hot melted butter was oozing between them. She could detect the faint aroma of hot pussy, and she was glad there were only a few patrons in the mezzanine.

Damn, she was masturbating again like a schoolgirl. She used to do this a lot back in her school days, starting back in the days before she had even sprouted fuzz on her pussy, back in the days before she'd even been fucked. She looked back on the early days of her adolescence as being the most frustrating days of her life. Her sex drive had keen strong, almost maddening, and yet she'd been brainwashed into believing that having sex before she got married was the worst of all crimes. So, she'd spent her days jacking off, even working herself off in her desks at school – until she'd almost lost her mind – until she'd given in to her desire.

That had been the best day of her life and ever since then she'd spit at authority. Ever since then, she'd been a naughty girl, a girl who delighted in testing the forbidden to see what joys, what pleasures the forbidden held. Her parents, her teachers, her minister – the authorities had lied to her about sex with boys. Fucking was not the worst of all crimes – it was the best of all pleasures. And she'd never be able to get enough of it.

I'm a nympho, Sue thought, sitting at her desk at the library, slipping her hot legs rapidly against each other and working her itchy pussylips between them. I'm a nympho because I denied myself the pleasures of fucking for too long. And now I can't get enough of it, I'll never get enough fucking.

Her toes curled as the flames of orgasm whirled through her cunt and she closed her eyes, trying to stifle the gasps that wanted to escape her throat. As she came, jerking slightly, her body shivering with each spasm, she crumpled up the drawing of the cock and crushed it in her fist.

When the intense feelings had passed away, she sat there feeling weak and trying to slow her beating heart. She looked around, hoping nobody had noticed. It was as if she'd temporarily entered another world and now had stepped back into the old one of books and library dust.

She wasn't in the habit of masturbating anymore, at least she hadn't been until recently again. It was frustrating to live in this town after having spent all those years at Howard College where there was always a cock hot and ready to please her. At Howard College the problem had not been one of finding a ready cock, but of choosing between all the every-ready boys who offered her their rigid pricks.

But now in Mortonville the cocks weren't easy to find, especially for a librarian who spent her days among books, then went home to an apartment complex where her neighbors were mostly family people and senior citizens. She'd been in this town a month, and hadn't yet fucked anything. She hadn't yet gone to a singles bar because she hated those places. She missed college life. She was beginning to regret that she'd ever become a librarian.

The thought hit her that she might end up another Miss Wilmar and she felt sick to her stomach. Never! God, anything but that!

"Excuse me, but they said down there that you can show me where the books on gorillas are."

Sue snapped to attention, wiping the startled expression off her face and giving the patron a professional smile. "I sure can, young man."

She got out of her desk after surreptitiously slipping her shoes back on and led the boy back into the mezzanine stacks.

"You should find some books on this shelf," she said. "If you can't find what you need here, we can check the stacks in the basement."

As she turned to smile at the boy, she caught him looking her over in a way she was all too familiar with. This was a high school boy – not the collegiate male she was used to – but could sense his interest in her body.

As she slipped past him to return to her desk, she intentionally brushed her hand against the bulge in his jeans. He has enough prickmeat packed in there for three women, she told herself, giving him a shot of her wiggling ass and glancing back at him over her shoulder.

He was gawking at her, but quickly turned to his books as she caught his eyes.

At her desk, Sue couldn't sit still. That was about the closest she'd gotten to a male – any male – since she'd arrived in this town. She couldn't believe she'd dared brush her fingers over his cockbulge! She'd done it without thinking, as if she were back in college and teasing one of the studs who was trying to get into her panties. She fully realized the danger involved in teasing a library patron, especially when that patron was some innocent high school boy. She was sure he was a virgin – one of those clean living young athletes who spent half their high school careers taking cold showers to cool their natural desires.

You can't fuck with them, she told herself, wet between the legs. You wouldn't dare. You could lose your job – or more. That boy is absolutely forbidden, so forget him.

She got up from her desk and headed back into the stacks. Forbidden, huh? she thought. We'll just see about that!

She realized fully what she was doing and yet she couldn't stop herself – didn't want to stop herself. Her loins throbbed and she felt as if she wanted to devour the boy.

"Finding what you need?"

The boy looked up from where he sat on the floor, books piled up around him. "I don't know," he said. "I'm trying to find something on white gorillas. You ever hear of a white gorilla? I'm supposed to do a paper, and I thought I could do one on a white gorilla – if there is such a thing. I thought there was."

"I don't know," Sue said. "I'm no authority on gorillas. But there's a lot more information buried away in the basement stacks. Come on, let's go take a look."

The boy hesitated, almost as if he sensed danger.

He's just shy, Sue thought. Maybe scared of women. She'd run into a few of those even in college and they'd always appealed to her. She'd found them irresistible challenges.

"Come on, boy." She took his hand and pulled him up.

He was as tall as she was, dressed in a red and white letterman's jacket with a big M on the front. His thick brown hair fell over his forehead, covering his eyebrows. His face was red. She glanced at his bulging crotch and felt her cheeks blaze.

Downstairs, Cindy Harris was just leaving for a break. "Will you take any messages for me while you're down here?" Cindy asked, glancing curiously at the boy. "I'll only be gone about fifteen minutes."

"Sure thing," Sue said. "I might still be down here when you get back, depending on how fast we can find this young man what he wants."

"Thanks," Cindy said.

As the elevator door closed in front of her, Cindy was still looking curiously at the boy as if she can sense what I'm up to, Sue thought. Well, let her think what she wants, Sue thought as she led the boy deep into the stacks.

They were all alone down here now. The quiet was almost disturbing. Sue swore her heart-beat was loud enough for the boy to hear. She started to tremble as they moved down one aisle, then another, getting lost on the maze of shelves.

"Here we are," she said.

Swallowing, the boy began scanning the books before him.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Bobby," he said, swallowing again.

Sue slipped off her shoes, finding herself shorter than the boy now. He glanced down at her bare feet, frowning.

Sue trembled harder. She was struck by the awkwardness of the situation. She couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound absurd. Suddenly, she found herself dropping to her knees, her fingers fumbling with his zipper.

"Oh God!" the boy whispered, and he was breathing fiercely.

Sue got his zipper down and his prick, swelling fast, bulged out of his fly, bundled up in his red briefs. Sue felt his hard prick, salivating, her fingers moving up and down it.

The boy groaned, unsnapping his jeans and pushing them down. Sue stopped him before he could shove down his red briefs. She enjoyed the sight of his underwear bulging obscenely.

"Just relax, stud." Sue's tone was throaty, seductive. "Put your hands on your hips and jet let me work on you." She nuzzled his cock through his underwear, caressed and squeezed his balls. "Big nuts. I bet they're all full of cum."

She glanced up at the boy as she kissed up and down the long shaft of his throbbing prick rod, biting it gently through the soft material of his underwear. His face had flushed almost as red as his letterman's jacket and he was starting to sweat. He looked delirious. His knees were shaking.

Sue slid her fingers under the bottom edges of his briefs, scratching and tickling his moist crotch meat. She buried her nose between his nuts and inhaled, getting herself drunk on the scent. There was nothing like the smell of sweaty balls to make her lose all her inhibitions.

"Let's see what we've got here, stud."

She eased down his briefs, pulling them down his long cock, revealing it little by little. It was thick, rippling with veins. The long central vein bulged. As the underwear slipped off the head, the boy's cock sprang up, the tip of it flicking across the tip of Sue's nose and smearing fucklube on it.

"Beautiful!" Sue said, puffing the red briefs halfway down the boy's muscular thighs.

The boy grabbed his cock and pumped it, working the skin up and down on it, squeezing fucklube out the pisshole.

Sue pried his fingers away. "When you're with a girl, Bobby darling, you let her do the work. I know you're excited, but you must control yourself. It's a lot more fun that way."

"OK," he whispered, bracing his hands on his hips and tensing his body. His prick pulsed, the tip of it pointing at the ceiling.

The juice was running down Sue's legs like warm honey and she squeezed her thighs together.

"Darling," she whispered, "you have such a gorgeous prick." She licked his balls, kissed each one. "Have you ever measured this sexy cockrod? It must be at least seven and a half inches long."

"Eight," he said. "Measured on top." Then he blushed even deeper, as if embarrassed by what he'd said.

"Wonderful," Sue said, flicking her tongue at his fucker. "And it tastes so good. Real salty, real manly."

The boy puffed like a bull, his legs shaky. His prick appeared to grow longer and thicker and harder before Sue's eyes. Sue started licking faster, her tongue moving it over the boy's rigid prick. She lapped from his balls to the tip of his cockrod, swallowing the pussylube that bubbled out like sap. She bent his cock down so she could more easily work on the cockknob, which was so hot that it almost seared her tongue.

The boy moaned as if he were being tortured. His balls twisted in their sac. The muscles of his flat lower belly undulated.

"Suck it!" he whispered. "Please suck it!"

"Has anybody ever sucked it before?" Sue asked. "Tell me the truth now."

"No," he said. "No. Oh God, suck it!"

"Beautiful!" Sue cooed, elated that she was going to give the boy his first blow-job. "Relax now, darling. Just let me do all the work."

She bent the straining prick down, its hardness thrilling her fingers. Hot lube dripped from the open pisshole and Sue caught it with her tongue, squeezing and milking the long cockshaft so she could eat more of the tasty fluid. She glued her lips to his pisshole and sucked gently, eating more and more of his prickknob, sliding her lips around it until she'd swallowed it completely.

"Oh God!" the boy whimpered. "Oh God!" Relaxing her throat, Sue slid her lips down around the cockshaft. The knob stuffed her throat, moved it down. She reined her throat more, swallowing his cock completely, rubbing her nose in his sweet-smelling groin hair, burying her chin between his fat nuts. She turned her eyes up and was delighted to see the expression of disbelief on his face.

She cooed, sliding her lips up his cock again, starting to bob her head as she churned her tongue in circles along the back of his cock. Her lips rippled over his prick-veins and tingling sensations saturated her mouth. Her lips swelled, as hot and sensitive as the other set of lips between her legs.

Bobby started to thrust, to hump, but Sue placed her hand on his lower belly and stopped him. She wanted to tease the cum out of him, not have him work himself off by thrusting.

"Relax," she whispered, releasing his cock for a moment. "Let me suck it out. I'm doing the work, remember?" She brushed her fingertips along the fine line of dark fuzz that ran from his navel to his groin. "Lift up your shirt so I can see your stomach." She reached up and rippled her fingers over his abdominal muscles. "Beautiful!" She swallowed his cock again, bobbing her head. Her fingers continued to caress his abdomen as she munched on his cock.

The boy's cock throbbed powerfully as her lips and tongue moved up and down along, it.

His balls swelled, squirming in their tight sac. His groin steamed with a musky sex-scent, which grew more intense as Sue sucked him closer and closer to orgasm. The scent made Sue dizzy. Her crotch was a seething, sucking hole. She wanted to fuck the boy, but she wanted to taste his cum too.

"Ohhhhh mannnn!" the boy sighed, tossing his head from side to side. "Suck my cock!"

Sue churned her tongue, torturing the sensitive strand of tissue just below the backside of the boy's prickhead. She knew where all the most sensitive places were on a cock.

"Yeahhhhhh!" the boy moaned. "Eat that fucker! Lick it! Oh yeahhhhh, eat my cum! Ohhhhh!"

His cock shuddered and his cum exploded against Sue's tonsils. She grabbed her head, hugging it to his loins as he pumped his cum down her throat. He panted like a steam engine.

Sue thought for a moment that she would choke to death. Then she got control of her throat – something she'd learned to do after years of practice. She swallowed to the rhythm of the boy's profuse ejaculations, sucking down his thick cum with a hunger she hadn't realized had grown so strong.

The boy's cock stopped ejecting cum, but Sue kept sucking. She bobbed her head, sliding the tight ring of her lips up and down around his rigid cock, wishing she could bring him off again. His cock hadn't softened at all.

The boy pushed on her head with one hand and tried to pull up his pants with the other. "You better stop, before that other woman comes back. She'll catch us."

Sue sat back, holding his hands, not allowing him to pull his pants up. His dripping cock throbbed before her eyes. "Don't worry. We'll be able to hear that elevator door when it opens. You have delicious, cum, Bobby. Very sweet."

The boy looked sheepish and embarrassed. His hands strained, trying to break her grip. "We better go back up."

Sue let his hands go. "All right. If that's what you want."

She stood up watching the boy pull his underwear over his cock.

"Do you always wear underwear?" she asked. "I've known a lot of boys who don't and a lot of girls too. Did you ever wonder how many girls you see on the street aren't wearing any panties? You'd be surprised how many aren't." She hitched up the skirt of her dress to display her naked cunt.

The boy's mouth dropped open.

Sue turned, showing him her naked ass. She bent over, waving her curvaceous ass in his face. The pussycream dribbled down her legs and she leaned farther over and pulled her dress off over her head.

"You're free to leave, darling. If that's what you really want to do." She glanced over her shoulder to see that the boy had pushed his underwear back down and was beating on his cock fiercely. "Easy, boy, you don't wanna lose it."

The boy fell to his knees, breathing almost as hotly as when he'd come. "You're all wet. Jesus!" He slid his fingers up and down the insides of her legs, rubbing them in her slick pussycream.

Sue reached back, digging her fingers into her puffy cuntlips and spreading them, opening herself up. The hot juice dribbled from her throbbing cunthole and down her legs, and the boy caught handfuls of the slick fluid, bathing his cock and balls with it. He lifted his hand to his face, sniffing it. He hesitated, then licked his hand.

"Taste good, Bobby?" Sue delighted in watching the boy sample her pussycream.

The boy stared at her open cunthole, sweat beading on his red face. His hand pumped up and down his rigid cock sliding easily, as if he'd lubricated it with baby oil. His nostrils flared and he trembled. Suddenly, he climbed to his feet, his hand working as if he were going to jerk himself off against her ass.

"Don't lose it," Sue said, almost in a panic. But the boy calmed her fears immediately. He slid his hand down to the base of his prick and mounted her ass, guiding the huge prick rod between her spread cuntlips and burying it inside her with one thrust. As his prick sank into her, moans of pleasure broke from their gaping mouths. The boy rubbed his hot lower belly in circles against Sue's ass and Sue wiggled her ass against him.

The boy's hands roved all over her – up her back, down over her tits and stomach. "You're so soft and silky, so hot!"

"And you're so hard!" Sue sighed, delirious with pleasure. She'd almost forgotten how good a cock inside her could feel. Bobby's cock kept flexing as it throbbed inside her and she contracted her cunt in response, manipulating his rigid prick with her deft cuntal muscles.

The boy started to hump, sliding his cock in and out with slow, almost cautious motions. "Am I hurting you?"

"Oh God no! That feels fantastic! Just keep doing it!"

"Ohhhh fuck!" The boy gripped her ass, digging in with his fingers as he rammed his cock in and out. "Feels so good! You're so hot and wet in there!"

"Is this your first time?" Sue asked, hoping to God his answer would be yes. "Is this the first time you've fucked a girl?"

"Well-well, I, ah…"

"Tell the truth, Bobby. Please."

"Oh fuck," he said, "yeah. Yeah, it's my first time."

Sue's excitement surged. "I'd never have believed it, Bobby. You're so good at it! You really know how to do it."

"Oh wowww!"

The boy sounded delirious. He pounded her ass with a quick, hard rhythm, slicing his long cock in and out, popping his cockhead in and out of the mouth of her womb. His prick squished inside her, lubricated with her hot juices. His belly smacked her upturned ass like a clapping hand.

Sue found herself whimpering. She gasped with each hard fuck-thrust, her tits wobbling as they dangled. The boy grabbed her ponytail, tugging on it as if she were a horse and her ponytail a set of reins. He rode her ass, plunging his big cock in faster and faster. Sue felt tingles of pleasure whirling through her loins and streaming down her legs.

"Oh Bobby, fuck me! Make me come, you big horny stud, make me come!"

The boy pistoned his cock. He reached under her and got hold of her tits, squeezing them, pinching their nipples. Her cunt contracted wildly around his ramming prick.

"Bobby, I'm gonna came! I'm gonna come!" The boy growled, throwing his arms around her loins, hugging her ass to him, pounding his big cock inside her. "Hot bitch, hot ass, tight pussy!"

Sue's pleasure exploded, the spasms ripping through her loins, the pussyjuice gushing out over the boy's swollen balls. "Ohhhh Bobbbyyy yesssss!"

"Awwwww!" The boy shot his cum into her, bent over her and gnawing on her shoulder, drilling his flexing cock inside her.

Sue felt the pleasure all the way down to her curling toes. She gasped with each contraction of Bobby's prick, with each hot ejaculation of his cum. Her cunt undulated with spasms, sucking and squeezing and milking the boy's prick. Bobby clung to her, pumping his fuck cream up her seething pussy, driving his pleasure saturated prick in and out as he groaned and groaned and groaned.

After it was over, she turned around and faced him, petting his glowing cheeks and covering them with kisses. "Darling, you were so good! You were so good!"

He squeezed her tits while she squeezed his wet cock. His cock hadn't softened any.

Suddenly the elevator door opened. Sue slipped into her dress in seconds. Over the years, she'd become an expert in the art of instant dressing. Bobby was so unnerved by the sound of the elevator door that he was having trouble zipping up his pants. Sue wondered if he'd ever get his pants zipped and snapped if his cock stayed hard like that.

"Take it easy," she whispered. "When you're ready, gather up your books and come out by the desk. I'll go out now and keep Cindy occupied."

"You still here?" Cindy said, looking startled as Sue appeared out of the stacks. "I got tied up upstairs longer than I expected. Any messages? Any requisition orders?"

"Nothing," Sue said. Monday mornings are dead for some reason.

A few minutes later, when Bobby appeared with his stack of books and a red face, Cindy frowned at him – as if she knew.