Archive-name: 3plus/exine2.txt

Archive-author: P.Ptyza  (c) 1991

Archive-title: Sexual Adventures of Exine - Volume 2





     Exine tapped the table in front of her a little too

impatiently. She had to write a term paper on the rise and fall

of the Roman Empire for her world history class. It was beyond

her why she even had to take a world history class for a degree

in business. She looked around the library. Everyone was absorbed

in a book of some kind. She just couldn't concentrate. She kept

thinking about the biker she had met down at the beach over the

summer. Their friendship lasted a whole two days, but the

soreness between her legs lasted a week. It was fun but now it

was over and she had to get to work. 

     "Time to take a break," she said to herself. She got up and

went to the wall covered with a rack of magazines. A cover caught

her eye whose headline proclaimed,"How To Drive Men Wild". She

picked it up and muttered,"Yeah, teach ME something." A coupon

for a subscription fell out onto the floor. She leaned over to

pick it up noticing a piercing stare from behind. Or should we

say, at her behind. Looking at him upside down, she stared back.

She picked up the coupon and stood up straight. The librarian

looked back at the assorted index cards laid out on his desk with

a noticable blush in his cheeks.  Exine shoved the coupon into

the magazine and put the tabloid back onto the shelf. He looked a

little smug but also very embarrassed.

     Exine sauntered over to the desk. The burning in his cheeks

became almost scarlet. She whispered,"Excuse me, could you help

me with something?" He looked up startled.

     "Yes," he crackled and cleared his throat. "Sure, what do

you need?" She laughed huskily at the question and answered,"Well

what I need and what you can help me with are probably two

different things. I was wondering if you had any books on how to

give terrific oral sex." His face became dark with embarrassment.

He stammered not knowing quite what to say.

     "Um, I guess...if we had...anything....it'd be in the card

catalog at the center of the library." He fiddled nervously with

the index cards and dropped a couple in the process. She leaned

over his desk and said,"You dropped some," staring noticeably at

the hard-on that was under his perfectly pressed pants. She

looked directly in his eyes,"Not bad, I could use you for some

research, but you're probably real busy." He nodded his head

furiously agreeing with her. She continued,"What? I can use you

or that you're real busy."

     "I... could....help you, that is if you needed some kind of

help with research...or something." 

      She nodded her head slowly, not breaking the stare into his

eyes,"Yeah, there is something. I'll be over by the reference

materials if there's a chance you can...help me." She walked back

over to her table jotting a few notes from out of an open book

and watched out of the corner of her eye as the librarian

struggled to get one of the volunteers to take the desk for a

while. Even from where she sat, she could faintly hear his

stuttering rambling. Exine wondered if that is what he sounded

like during sex, a bunch of ramblings and stutters. Finally he

made his way over to the table and leaned over from the other

side. He was visibly nervous.

     "This....uh project...that you're working on....that you

needed some research. How could I help you?" It was pretty slow

for  an evening in the library and nobody was around the table to

hear her response to the question.

     "Well," she started,"that was basically an excuse to talk to

you. I am working on a project but it's not on oral sex. It's

just that once I got up to the desk to talk to you, that's all

that popped into my head. I just thought to myself,'I wonder if I

could deep throat that guy, he looks pretty big.' You know you've

been walking around tonight with a hard on and I guess it's been

getting to me."

     He was stunned and visibly searching for something to say.

He clearly wasn't offended and clearly was excited. With a

strange calmness he said,"I think we should talk about this in my

office." She smiled and nodded extreme agreement. She gathered up

her books and followed him to a room next to the fiction area. He

motioned her into it and shut the door behind them, turning on a

light revealing a simple but very nice office.

     "Look I'm going to be nosy," she said,"You look about 35 to

40 years old. Why would a guy like you be a librarian?" He told

her that he was an author and that it wasn't for any money

because he was already set for life. She was a little skeptical

but didn't care. She just didn't want to hear that he was queer

or something. She put her books down on the desk and walked over

to him. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper

slowly prolonging the moment. He was really turned on, she could

feel his cock under the zipper. He said,"Wait a second," and led

her over to his leather chair and sat down so she could kneel in

front of him. He helped her pull his pants down to his ankles.

     "You DO have a lock on the door, right?" she asked.

     "Of course," he said impatiently. She wrapped her hand

around his strong cock that was already big enough to hang a flag

onto it. Starting from the bottom of his balls she took cat licks

up the length of his organ to the head. As she stroked the base

of it, she took all she could of his eight inches, fucking him

with her well trained mouth. He ran his hands through her long

hair, softly moaning. She took him with long deep strokes with

her mouth. As she went up his cock, she'd quickly lick and kiss

the head before descending again to swallow. His eyes were

closed, receiving the pleasure like it were a dream. She reached

down and unbuttoned her skirt and blouse. She also unhooked the

front of her bra. She stopped long enough to quickly stand up and

shed her clothes to the floor. He pulled her on top of him and

squeezed her ass as her naked body rubbed against his wet cock.

He pulled off his tie and shirt, tossing them onto the floor

revealing his muscular chest. She licked a nipple playfully and

his cock twitched. She stood up and leaned her ass against the

desk, offering her crotch to him. He stood and reached past her,

literally shoving everything off the desk except the lamp.

Blotter, pens, books, paper clips, and stapler hit the floor and

scattered. She hopped up and leaned back onto her elbows and

crooked a finger at him. Instead he sat back in his chair and

stated flatly,"Make yourself wet enough for me, finger fuck

yourself, baby. Then I'll give you the fucking of your life." She

smirked. For the stuttering librarian she thought he was, he sure

could talk dirty. Probably looking at the covers of all those

romance novels got to him after a while.  She spread her legs to

give him a good view and started fingering her clit. She pulled

her hand back up to lick her fingers and continue. He sat

watching almost mezmerized, slowing stroking himself. It was a

little strange having someone watch her but it wasn't a bad turn

on. She pictured his massive cock sliding in and out of her, the

head of his cock ramming into her womb. He was huge and thick and

when she had wrapped her hand around the bottom of his cock, her

fingers didn't touch. She shoved three fingers into her pussy,

almost bringing herself to an orgasm, when he wheeled his leather

chair closer the desk and licked her fingers as she brought them

out of her dripping cunt. He licked each finger completely as

though he was giving head to each one. The role reversal cracked

her up. As she manipulated her clit, he licked and sucked the

juices out of her pussy. His clean shaven face except for a

moustache was smooth against her thighs. Then he pushed her

fingers away so he could get better access to her clit. It stuck

out with being so stimulated. He sucked on her clit and slid two

fingers into her pussy. She was wet and ready, but it could only

get better. He softly nibbled on her, taking in the perfume she

no doubtedly had sprayed earlier on her cunt hair. Had she

actually planned something like this? It didn't matter. He

slipped in an extra finger and she started moaning. He wanted her

hot and eager and just at the throes of an orgasm. As she started

bucking her hips slightly he stopped. She looked at him puzzled.

     "Just count to ten," he said. "Believe me, it'll feel great

when you cum." She weakly counted to ten. "Come here."

He motioned her to sit on top of him. She went to maneuver his

cock and he tapped her fingers. "Not yet." She straddled his legs

as he cupped her breasts. He sucked on one as he pinched the

nipple of the other one. His moustache tickled the smooth skin of

her breast but this was no time to laugh. He reached down with a

hand slid a finger across her clit. She was really turned on and

wanted him. She moved against him indicating her want. "Say it,"

he said. "Tell me how bad you want it."

     As she touched his hard cock like a precious statue

reverantly she whispered,"I want your big cock inside me, honey.

I want you to fuck me senseless. Make me cum." She leaned over

and sucked on his earlobe and whispered,"You got me so wet and

turned on, stick it in me, baby."

     "Well, turn around and straddle me." She did as she was

instructed. Somehow, the seducer had turned into the seduced,

which suited her fine when she was in the mood and she was

definitely in the mood. "Ok, lower yourself onto it." As she

brought her pussy down, he rubbed the head against her clit. She

held it still and sat down on his cock. As she started moving up

and down, he reached around and put on hand on her left breast

and another crawled down to her pussy. His fingers touched and

caressed and tugged a bit on her lips. He played with her clit,

first rubbing slow, then rubbing faster until she felt like she

was going to explode. Then he stopped, as though he knew.

     Then as the mounting orgasm started to fade before it hit,

he started again very slowly. His hands started rubbing all over

her body. Her breasts, her belly, hips, legs and back to her ass.

He grabbed her ass and gripped tightly. Then he let a finger

stray to her asshole. She felt the orgasm starting to come back

from inside her and she started pumping faster. His finger when

all the way inside her. This time he let her cum, it came

crashing into her like a brickwall. Her pussy held onto his cock

tightly, almost not wanting it to release at all. He pulled out

his finger and stood up and faced him. Words escaped her. She

felt she should say..SOMETHING. He grinned broadly and

growled,"Pretty wild, huh?" She exhaled and said,"Yeah, you could

say that and more!"

      "I'll give you a few minutes to recoup and then I want my

jollies met." She looked down and he was still brandishing his

hard-on as big as ever. She saw he had a water cooler and asked

for a drink. He got up and got it for her. She held the fragile

paper cup and sipped the cold water. She crumpled the cup and

tossed it in the trashcan. "Ready," he asked.

      "Sure!"

      "Ok, just lay back on the desk, with your butt on the

edge."

She obliged and he stood behind the desk and inserted his cock

inside her pussy. He held onto her hips as he slowly pumped into

her. He leaned to her and kissed her tenderly, tasting the cool

water still on her tongue. She felt the hair on his chest, soaked

in sweat, rubbing into her tits. The coarse damp hair turned her

on as it ground into her. He stepped up his pace and his

breathing became more audible. She felt him ramming deeper and

deeper into her insatiable cunt. She gripped him inside her as

hard as she could to his rhythms. He was panting hard, trying to

hold off his orgasm, until he couldn't any longer. He rammed hard

and kept it in her as he came. They locked eyes. His devilish

smile came back. He pulled out his half limp, dripping tool.

      "You know," he said, "you waltz in here, fuck me and I

don't even know your name."

      "Exine D'Marillion. Don't worry, I have a library card, in

case you're pushing one on me." He chuckled.

      "No, I'm not pushing a card. I'm just hoping you'll need

more work on the term paper in the future."

      "Hey, Mr. Librarian, speaking of names..."

      "Tom, Tom Nickleson, so do you think your research is done

or will you need further help?"

      "Well, Tom, you never know when I'll need some good hard

studying some evening. Don't worry, I'll be back." She got up and

picked up her skirt. As she dressed he asked,"Did you plan all

this, not that I mind....but..."

      She was buttoning her blouse and said,"I really do have a

paper to do sometime, but you WERE walking around with that hard-

on and I couldn't concentrate! I just couldn't help myself,

Mr.Librarian.

      "You better come back soon, or I might have to levy some

overdue penalties on your card."

      "Well, my number's in your files. You can punch my card

anytime." She kissed him, collected her books off the floor and

disappeared into the night. After the door shut, he started to

put on his shirt. The door opened slowly.

      "Come back for more already, baby?"

      "Excuse me...MR NICKLESON??!!" His middle-aged, mousey

secretary was in shock yet she couldn't tear her eyes away. He

slipped on his pants and said rather calmly, "Mrs. Johnson, don't

you ever knock? I have to go look up something in the card files,

could you please be dear and straighten up this mess?" He zipped

his zipper and walked out to the desk.



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