0 comments/ 17425 views/ 6 favorites Archival By: Haunting ONE "I wonder if she has any idea...." Michael's thoughts trailed away as he glanced at his favorite librarian and then stared. For two unemployed months Michael had been coming into the local small-town Carnegie library and following his usual routine. First he opened the heavy glazed wooden door and then tromped the accumulated snow from his heavy winter boots. Next he would carefully walk over the beige marble entry tiles, slippery with salty snow melt and ascend the stairs toward the main desk. At the desk Michael always smiled and asked for time on one of the open computers. Finally at the computer he logged onto his online email in dimming hopes of finding a response to the many queries for a local professional job. Day after day after day...week after long week...same routine...same results. Two weeks ago Amanda had started working part time and had made a huge impression with Michael. Amanda was married and a Lutheran, not unusual for northern Minnesota. Amanda had thick shoulder-length blond hair and bright blue eyes that she shielded with her horn-rimmed glasses. She never said too much but always offered the friendliest smiles and the most thorough assistance. What Michael found to be the most remarkable about Amanda was that she always dressed like an anachronism in Victorian styles, an Edwardian refugee. Even her perfume held the fragrance of roses from a bygone era. In fact, once Michael had gotten to know her a little better it was patently obvious that she also conducted herself along Victorian lines. Amanda also spoke with a curious style that was as pleasantly charming as it was out of place. Other library patrons could be seen smirking behind her back or even mocking her mannerisms as she rummaged through a book shelf for them. Women patrons, that is. You see, Amanda had a stunning figure and made no attempt to hide her assets. She wasn't brazen by any means, heaven forbid!, but on her days to work always appeared poured into some antique looking something or other. She was obviously quite fit. Her breasts weren't huge but her cleavage was always on display in her properly low-cut blouse or skin-tight sweater. Then there were days like today where Amanda was simply a vision from another time. She wore a mid-calf length black pinstriped pencil skirt that hugged every curve of her lower body and put her magnificent derriere on swaying display as she wiggled around on laced high-heeled boots, you know, the heels with the little platforms. Her pink turtleneck blouse started at her slim waist and stretched tightly over her upper torso. This particular ensemble somehow managed to make Amanda look feminine, prissy, and slutty...all at the same time. So, not only could you see her raised panty lines quite clearly but also the shape of her low-cut lacy brassier as it curved delicately over her breasts. While Amanda wiggled around the stacks with cart piled high with books and periodicals doing the morning sort of returned books you could soon sense the steam gradually beginning to rise from the ladies and the lust from the men. Understanding the cliquish conservatism of my hometown only too well I guessed that Amanda, unfortunately, wouldn't be a librarian here much longer. As she bent over to place a book on the lowest shelf, my fingers froze at the keyboard and I held my breath wondering if her skirt might actually split from the pressure her wonderful ass exerted on the taut fabric. I'd swear you could have bounced a quarter off her ass. No such luck though and Amanda continued to push her cart through the Fiction stacks, wiggling, reaching, and stooping in a wonderful feminine rhythm of graceful rose-scented efficiency. She eventually pushed her cart toward the Young Adult section and out of sight. Michael sighed and reluctantly returned to his seemingly fruitless digital chores of job seeking. When Amanda failed to reappear after some minutes he gathered his things and went home to do some work on a novel that he was working on. Through the day Michael wrote and wrote, stopping once to feed and pet his demanding cat and to eat a quick lunch. Late in the day an idea occurred to him that he thought might actually be better researched at the library then in the usual online searches. Dragging on his Columbia winter coat over his six foot frame and jamming a stocking cap over his blond hair he launched back out into the sub-zero cold. Back at the library he quickly found the books he was interested in and settled into an overstuffed chair near the plate glass window and read and read. The sun went down and night fell and still he read on now oblivious to everything around him. "Sir?" He was immobile. "Sir?" "Hmmmm?" but he kept reading not even looking up. A light touch on his shoulder. "Sir..it's closing time and you're the last one here." "Hmmm? OH! Damn! I'm SORRY!" And he bolted up from the chair. But his legs were numb from the prolonged sit and Michael staggered into the lovely Amanda and knocked her down, her head hitting some books on a nearby shelf. "Ohhh...." and she mumbled something in her strange accent. Michael helped get her into an upright position but Amanda continued to mumble strange phrases and looked slightly vacant. She placed a tiny hand on his biceps and squeezed and smiled but continued her stunned monologue. "Oh, sirrah. You mustn't...we mustn't. I'm a constable's wife and you...you...are a vagabond." she said quite distinctly now. Michael snapped his fingers while looking into eyes that finally began to focus. "Amanda?...Amanda?" "You simply mustn't pull up my petticoats where everyone can see us. Stop at once(Oh, but he doesn't know that I am simply dripping! Tee hee hee!)!" Amanda said out loud but then focused sharply on Michael's masculine features and blushed hotly, now acutely aware of her position and what she had just been saying. When she slowly extended her hand Michael managed to help her stand. "Amanda, maybe you should sit for awhile, just long enough to be sure you are ok. You were really out of it for a minute there and I am so sorry!" "It's nothing, sir. I'm sure I am quite alright." she said but sat anyway. "May I?" he asked and gestured at her head. "I'm sure I'm fine." but she inclined the top of her head toward him anyway. Michael just looked at first and then carefully examined her scalp under the platinum blond tresses, even now secretly enjoying the clean scent and silky texture of Amanda's young mane. "I don't see any blood or swelling, Amanda, but I'm still concerned. You were speaking things...things...(here they both blushed) that weren't like you." "That's what my husband often says when I get out of sorts with him!" she laughed. "But I think I am quite well enough now." The librarian stood up and began to make her way back toward the main desk. As she walked he noticed a tear that exposed some of the flesh of her bottom and the elastic top of the frilliest of hot-pink panties. Michael watched her for a few seconds, entranced by such a delicious swaying ass, but then quickly grabbed his stuff and followed after her pulling his parka on as he went. Near the desk Amanda seemed to stumble for the briefest moment but then caught herself. "That does it! You are not OK. I think you need to see a doctor and, possibly, a tailor." "Nonsense, sirrah. A tailor? (She touched her exposed skin) And you...you...vagabond...How DARE you approach a stately woman of this town with such bold talk. I will not lift my petticoats like some silly strumpet and let you have your way! How naughty! Begone!" rambled Amanda, again looking at Michael with an unfocused vacant stare but then snapped out of it again just as quickly, blushing furiously, which made her look absolutely delectable to Michael. "Now...I'm the one who is sorry, sir!" "Please call me Michael and allow me to take you home or at least allow me to please call your husband so he can take you to the ER." "Hahaha! Oh, that's rich, Michael. He wouldn't spend all that money and take me to the ER. He is much too busy, always, and that's just not his style. No, I must fend for myself. Besides, I'm fine now...just a little woozy is all."and she gathered the keys and started locking the row of cabinets behind her sexy form. "Can I at least help you lock up and then follow you home...you know...just to be sure that you are safe." The librarian cast a long glance his way and then slightly nodded. "Thanks! I just want to be sure and, besides, I have never locked up a library. "Not much too it. Shall we?" "I also want to buy you a new skirt, Amanda, that's the least I can do. Your fall was entirely my fault." he said. "No, I think that I startled you first." "Still..." Their little byplay made the librarian blush once again and try to cover her rolling bottom with the fist full of mismatched keys that began jingling with each stride succeeding only in extending the tear and exposing more of her pink panties. "Damn!"and they both laughed then. Still laughing Amanda carefully maneuvered the whitish stone-flecked terrazzo stairs to the front door and back up and then also locked the back door. "What are you researching, Mike?...Michael?..." "Hmmm...?" Now it was his turn to blush since she had just caught him staring at her torn skirt. "I...I'm...Victorians!...and their cultural morays...for a novel I'm writing." "How intriguing! I simply LOVE the Victorian/Edwardian era. New World or continental?" "Hmmm...?" his eyes had strayed back to her wonderful figure as they walked around the final stacks. "Hahahaha! Sirrah! Up here please."and she drew a slender finger teasingly along her hip, past the still widening tear, up over her breasts, to her cornflower blue eyes. "If you insist on seeing my dainty pantaloons you must simply help me with the door to the boudoir." Amanda had shifted once again into some other time, some other person. Michael saw that she was gesturing at the lock on the Historical Archive room. He stepped past her feeling the briefest of touch from a pointed breast on his arm. Suddenly, acutely aware of their being all alone in the library he jiggled the handle. "It's locked, Amanda." "Amanda? My name is Jennifer and how dare you be so casual in public with a lady, sirrah! Besides I want your help opening the door and not just jiggling the latch." and she inserted a queer looking key, an ancient engraved and cloisonned skeleton key, into the lock. But then she just stood there, slightly bent over, holding her hand in place. "Please? Thought you might want to look closer at our store of Victorian materials." and she looked her blue eyes deep into his soul causing an immediate profound erection. Michael now was the one to feel confused. Was this Amanda or Jennifer? And that key looked like it belonged in a museum. As he bent over her to grasp the hand holding the key she moved slightly and pressed her bottom firmly against his middle and then smirked at him with a long, lingering leer. They both turned the key in the lock of the carefully lettered smoky glass door. The librarian pressed lightly on the door. As it swung open Michael heard and then felt an odd buzzing that penetrated to his bones and there was a releasing of a puff of air that smelled ancient as a tomb. This time it was Michael's turn to stagger and he caught himself on the door frame as the librarian quickly entered the shadowy room. "Please turn the light on, sirrah. It wouldn't be proper for us to be alone together in the darkness of a lady's boudoir." "Sirrah? Sirrah? Boudoir? Isn't this an odd game." he thought to himself but obeyed her wish and stayed in the doorway trying to find the hidden light switch. Michael heard a rustling of fabric and silk followed closely with a new scent of...of..cigarette smoke...in a library? "What the fuck?" and he moved into the room and immediately ran into a partition. TWO He sat down on a soft little velvety hassock feeling very confused and a little heady. Unbeknownst to him the door silently closed behind him and silenced the strange palpable buzzing. Michael let his eyes adjust to the dim light and then noticed a yellow flame flickering through the narrow vertical joint of the hinged panel in front of him. "Amanda? Amanda?" No answer. A shadow crossed his fragmented vision and he looked closer into the room. "Huuuhhhh....?" he gasped as he focused on the nude librarian. Nearly naked is more like since Amanda was now "dressed" in only a thin silk French-cut silvery panty (but...they were pink!?) and was seated at a mirrored table, a beautiful table of highly polished cherry wood, calmly smoking a cigarette in a long black holder. Too flummoxed to even speak Michael could only stare at this vision in front of him and wonder what the hell was going on. Amanda continued to smoke letting the thin white rivulets of smoke curl over her upper lip, past her slim nose, and then filter delicately through her long platinum curls, finally disappearing in fading ghostly wisps into the still air of the room. Amanda drew a lovely knee up to her chin and rested a tiny foot on the red velvet seat of her black enameled chair. Slowly, ever so slowly she turned her lovely face until she was looking directly at the hidden man behind her 12th century embroidered Japanese Samurai screen and smiled the faint smile of Mona Lisa. The librarian placed the cigarette on the pink sculpted shell of an ashtray and then reached for her nail polish and brush. She quickly flexed her leg muscles and then slicked her panties completely off, well almost, while directing her gaze toward the still silent library patron. She deliberately allowed her panties to drape over her left ankle. Amanda's pubic bush was as platinum as her head and she nudged her heel in tight against her thick bush and then dipped the slim camel-hair bristles into the polish and began to paint in long precise languorous strokes, first one toenail then another. "Amanda? Jennifer? What...." but, in languid response, her fingers only paused slightly and an index finger moved to her pursed lips in the librarians' eternal symbol for silence. The eroticism of the scene was not lost on Michael who was no stranger to Victorian literature and customs or a sensual women's charms. When Amanda finished with one foot and replaced it with the other Michael became hypnotized in the moment. Amanda's kinky silvery-blond pubic hair curled around the heel pressed in close and cast the faintest of shadows from the flickering oil lamp on her table. His erection turned to steel and he leaned in even closer in the classic voyeuristic pose and peered sharply. He released his throbbing cock and began to slowly stroke and squeeze the aching shaft as she progressed through her Victorian toilet. The librarian stopped painting her nails in midstroke and picked up her smoldering cigarette. Sucking on the thin long stem she cast a delicate smile Michael's way inhaling a thick puff of smoke deep into her lungs, exhaling in simple pleasure, feeling the sudden surge of nicotine quicken her heart, and senses. Then, with a fixed gaze at her hidden patron/suitor, she moved the slenderest of her fingers to her wet labial opening hidden by the blond curls. Amanda wiggled and poked then exhaled a deep sigh of happiness and thin smoke as the finger found its feminine mark. Deeper and deeper she pressed and quicker and quicker Michael stroked. "Damn!" whispered a very confused Michael. She only smiled and pressed deepest before starting a quick in and out rhythm of timeless self pleasure. Her fucking fingers were mostly hidden by the pressing heel, but even though, first the sight of her glistening cunt juices and then the siren call of her scent reached Michael behind that ancient embroidered screen. She sighed again and quickened her pace arching her smooth back against the delicious pressure. Again, the delicacies of this moment were not lost on this cultured patron. The embroidered Samurai history marched across the vertical teak-wood bordered panels in violent and colorful public slaughter of unsheathed tempered katanas in sharp contrast to the exquisite naked female form of a stunning Victorian female in the full blush of her erotic prime secretly pleasuring herself for her hidden male admirer during her toilet, masturbating openly by a heady bloom of fragrant pink chrysanthemums. "Damn!" again was all the thrilled voyeur could manage in praise. The librarian stopped just short of a final release panting slightly and lightly sweating. She took one final drag on her ensconced cigarette, pulled the butt from the holder, and carefully ground it out in the enameled shell. She stood up and moved to the window. At the window she drew aside the lemony laced chintz and let the sun(Sun? What the fuck?) shine in in all it's glory, illuminating her profiled naked self in a golden halo of light for her voyeur's additional torment. "Damn!" Michael stroked harder now, panting, knowing that there was no way in hell that the sun should be up right now but was presently beyond caring. The librarian arched first one blond eyebrow and then the other and moved sinuously back through the room. She approached a tall cherry dresser that looked like a sculpted 17th century French piece, full of shallow drawers with golden inlays. She opened an upper drawer and rummaged briefly inside before selecting a fresh pair of silken panties. She turned her athletic back to the archaic Asian screen exhibiting her bulbous breasts and swollen elongated nipples in swaying profile in the golden light. The librarian anointed the panties with a drop of perfume from her table and wrapped them around her hand. Then she moved toward the screen in a sensual strut of rolling hips, caressing and tossing her thick platinum mane in the warm sunlight of a bygone era. She again pressed her index finger to her lips and then tossed the panties over the top of the screen where they proceeded to land directly on top of Michael's head. With another deliberate gaze Amanda/Jennifer turned slowly holding his hidden peering eye and then bent at the waist facing the window, presenting her pink blossoming cunt in erotic closeup. Then, the librarian backed up, closer still, to the Samurai screen pressing her feminine flesh in tight. And, as if that wasn't enough, the sensual librarian then reached through her legs and opened the swollen delicate petals of her secret place...wide. This blatant invitation was not lost on the confused patron and Michael quickly stood, carefully guiding his seeking member through the ancient dressing screen's gap, and plunged into her wet slippery grip. THREE "What the hell?"Michael gasped as the room suddenly started to change. The room pulsed and then morphed into dark shadows of a velvety gray. The buzzing they had experienced on entry into the Historical Archive returned, with a vengeance. As the room, momentarily, faded from view all that he was aware of was the incessant buzzing and the focused decadent pleasure of his thick cock buried deeply in a naked married woman's willing eager pussy. The brooding grays turned to fiery reds and then melting golds before, finally, exploding in spiraling surreal swirling fractals of pixilated light. Aware that the hot wetness of the librarian's aroused flesh had become his only anchor in his perceived reality Michael looked down and saw that his cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy. The sensual inverted "v" of her ass and soft upper thighs framed their exquisite connection. Slowly the buzzing began to fade and the chaotic psychedelic patterns of the erupting dream condensed and slowed to golds, reds, and deep grays around the mated pair. Michael felt the liquid heat of the librarian's cunt radiant through his steely embedded cock. Archival "...and he saw nothing but the round wet head, the wet back leaning forward in flight..." read Amanda from a rare illustrated version of Lady Chatterly's Lover. "What....?" Michael shook his head and then slowly focused on the Historical Archive room's rows of precious old books and low cabinets of maps and other historical materials. But beneath him Amanda was now bent over the work table. Her black pencil skirt had been torn away and tossed to the floor. Her silk panties had been roughly pulled to the side, a thin line of pink tracing over the graceful curve of her lovely ass. Her perfect breasts were completely exposed and circled under the shreds of pink wool and white lace that had once been her sweater and brassiere. She panted and was holding the special edition that she read from in both hands. She spread her legs wider, groaning, then started to read once more. "...the rounded buttocks twinkling: a wonderful cowering female nakedness in flight...." Her lover was again quite confused but shook it off and just started a deep stoking of the wet proffered pussy. He gripped her sleek bare hip with one hand and then deliberately wound her thick platinum hair around the other pulling her head up for a sensual kiss as they fucked. Amanda kissed him hard then forced her head down enough to continue the erotic reading, making her wince from the pain of his tangled fingers. "...She was...nearly at...the wide riding....when he...came up and...flung...his naked arm around her...soft...wet...naked middle.... " she managed through clenched teeth as Michael started to really jolt her with the power of his strokes. "..Ouch!...My hair....Ow....oooooo, shit! This hurts so goood!...Damn!...Don't stop!!..." Michael used his grips on her submissive married body to turn her into a writhing excited sensual love toy for his thick drilling tool. With some difficulty Amanda continued to read from the ancient book. "...She gave a...shriek and...straightened herself (The bent over married slut also raised her back)...and the heap...of her...soft, chill flesh...came up against...his...body..." Michael really lunged into her now finding an almost obscene pleasure in the way her wonderful ass flattened and quivered when it was slapped by his belly, hypnotically erotic. "...He pressed it all... (Damn!)...madly,... (Fuck!)...the heap of soft, chilled...female flesh...that became...quickly... (Dammit...Harder! Faster!)...warm...as flame, in contact...(Oh please...Don't stop, you bastard!)..." At this point the librarian tried to hold up the shaking book and show him the hand-painted picture of the steaming writhing pair fucking in the rain but she dropped it from the force of their coupling and held onto the table for dear life. They had lost their identities and were now simply male and female, horny animals in a desperate timeless rut. He wanted to empty his balls into her receptive pussy and she wanted to absorb every drop of his spurting semen. Period. Her abused slippery cunt stretched wide and deep to accommodate his rude piece of hot throbbing meat. When she dropped back down onto the table Michael felt his cockhead thrust past the rubbery tip of her womb and that drove him, and her over the edge of sensual madness. His cock lengthened and thickened as she howled with passion and begged to be speared deeper, harder. Driving her ass backwards in furious lunges to meet his cock's power strokes Amanda's tongue hung out and she literally drooled saliva from her lust-contorted mouth and also drooled hot rivulets of cunt juice around the veiny prick joyfully savaging her from behind. "OooooOooooOOOooooOOOOO..."Amanda gasped and sang as she orgasmed. Michael drove on, dripping sweat onto her lovely back and ass. "Oh...oh....oh...OH...OH...Aggghhh!..."she came again. "Fuuuuuk!" "Oh YES!! Cum with me!...Damn!" Michael's balls tightened and spewed their potent load deepest inside the shaking librarian. He grimaced and shot out stream after stream after stream until the cum started oozing out of her stretched hole. "Grrrrnnnsssssshhhhhh...." "Oh yeah, Lover!...Keep shooting...fill me up!" she begged pushing her ass back even harder against him. Some of the spent cum oozed out around his thick cock and slid warmly down her soft sensitive inner thigh making Amanda shiver with delight and her pussy spasm provoking even more cum from her lover's balls. Michael collapsed onto her sweaty back, panting, and they lay mated like that until their muscles started to complain. Michael started pulling out. "No goddamn way!" she demanded somehow managing to turn completely around and then practically did the splits to get her right leg up to his shoulder. Michael's swollen happy cock sunk back into her horny pussy. Now it was his turn. He grabbed her big luscious ass in both hands and she tightened her arms around his strong shoulders. He lowered her to the soft rug, adjusted his knees under her, and felt his cock sink in wonderfully deep. They both grinned and sighed. In her sloppy silky grip Michael's cock surged into power again. This time they made love. He kissed her deeply and felt his tongue first bathed by hers and then sucked wetly inside. They made love in a slow languorous stroking that went on for hours. Amanda cooed and opened herself completely to him even stretching her legs wider with her hands to give Michael better access. He kissed her eyes, licking her tears, her mouth, her lovely ears, her soft throat. His roaming hands squeezed her neglected tits and tweaked the hardened nipples, his fingers softly clamping each one. Amanda tried to quicken the pace but Michael always held back keeping a steady loving rhythm. Again their focus reverted to the sensual primal...human male and human female. Michael relished every millimeter of her hot interior squeezing and pleasuring him and Amanda loved every stroke of that thick cock stretching her so sweetly and completely. She felt their mingled love juices flowing out of her, over her itching asshole, and pooling underneath them on that expensive carpet but she was now way beyond caring. Then he stopped. He just stopped. At first she thought he was just tired and didn't say anything but after some minutes she wanted some action and started twisting her hips under him, wiggling and hunching her pussy up over his cock. But he didn't move. "Hahaha! OK? Ummm....fuck me, please?" Amanda laughed. Only silence from Michael until he finally adjusted their position pulling her knees up under his armpits while pressing down on her shoulders in a tightly interlaced pose that literally locked them together. And then he stayed still...again. "Hahaha! What are you doing?" she asked feeling herself squirming and wiggling getting hornier by the second. However, Michael found that her pink panties pressed uncomfortably on his cock in this position so he reached down through their tangle of limbs and simply tore them away, leaving the steamed up naked librarian panting and gasping. Her lover then leaned in close looking deep into her shining blue eyes and slipped his tongue into her mouth in a hot sensual kiss that seemed to last forever. Amanda could do nothing but kiss him back and became lost in the moment focusing on the sensations of kissing such a strong and handsome man, feeling his lips on hers, slick and pressing, their wet tongues fencing and fencing and fencing until she thought she just might die from the erotic pleasure. With no warning and while still kissing the librarian Michael released the firm grip on her left shoulder and slipped a long probing digit alongside his embedded cock stretching Amanda even wider. Her eyes quickly fluttered open and she became aware that her happy pussy was now simply gushing its delight. His finger slid deeper and deeper and then he pulled it free and slowly circled her anus before pressing the tip into the very center of her very tight pink pucker. "Huuuuuuuh!" escaped Amanda's lips and she locked her eyes onto his...blue on blue...divine! He pressed harder until she squirmed and then, still holding her gaze, he withdrew the tip, captured some more of her hot oozing fluids from her pussy, and then pushed it back into her ass going a little deeper. He did this over and over and over again, looking deep into her eyes without a sound, until the librarian had accepted the entire finger and was cooing. "Please fuck me! Please! Please....." He silenced her with another endless kiss and then slid a second slickened finger into her very tight asshole. "Ugh! Oh my! Ahhhh..." she murmured around their locked lips feeling an initial pain that soon started to fade as her lover plied her with more slippery cunt juice and hotter intense kisses, even biting into her shoulder. When the second finger was inserted as far in as it would go Michael stopped and held her gaze. "I love you." Such a simple statement but she melted inside and kissed him fiercely. When she moved her lips from his Michael looked deep into her depths and then withdrew his cock until only the tip nestled against her hot pussy. He was quivering with sexual excitement and then slid his fingers out of her ass until the tips just barely held her open. "I love you." he repeated and jammed both cock and fingers home, to the hilt. "Unnnhhh...aggghhhh...OOOOooooo"she screamed and creamed as an electric orgasm rocked her world. He held her still, completely immobile, until she came down from her sensual peak. Then, in a steady rhythm, Michael pulled his cock out to the tip again while holding his fingers deep in her ass. Then he jolted her hard with his thick lusty piece of quivering hot steel simultaneously withdrawing his fingers to their very tips. Next he slowly slid his engorged purple penis tip back out to the singing entrance and slipped his fingers slowly into her relaxing ass. "Oooooh...FUCK!" Amanda blew again into a towering orgasm and ground herself against her sweaty partner. Michael, her lover, settled into the deliberately slow rhythm of a hotly erotic seesaw. Slip in to the hilt in her cunt with his cock and then slowly withdraw it as his fingers invaded her ass, repeating the sequence until time took a backseat to joy. Amanda was unable to move and was simply a willing receptacle for his use. Suddenly, Michael released her legs and shoulders and Amanda instantly became a wild animal in heat. Biting and scratching, she threw her naked arms and legs around her lover and flung her awesome body upwards and downwards literally masturbating herself between his big cock and probing fingers. Their bellies slapped together wetly. Then, while the librarian's body was seeking hard for another orgasm, Michael stopped her in mid-hunch and pulled completely free. He gripped her by her flowing thick mane and a sweaty thigh, flipped her over, and slapped her ass, hard, making it quiver and jiggle while turning red. Michael pulled her swollen fuzzy lips apart, fucked in to the balls, and pounded her for a full minute. "Damn!....Fucking bitch!...Give me your cunt!...." he raved and then stopped. Michael silently held the sweating married librarian bitch still with her hair wrapped tightly around his hand and then fit his wide cockhead to her pink slippery pucker. "What? Hahaha! Are you nuts?" He ignored her and pressed slowly with his fingers on the tip until the big rubbery head popped in past her tight sphincter. "Ow!...Bastard!...That hurts!...Wait!...Shit!" Amanda demanded helplessly. Michael kicked her legs wider and pulled her ass cheeks wider to accommodate his insistent cock, a long thick delightful cock that sunk slowly deeper and deeper inside Amanda's ass. Instinctively her left hand reached back in a vain attempt to pull out his rude cock but instead she started rubbing her furry pussy mound. With her wedding diamond glinting fire in the Archive Room's light her fingers moved in tighter and tighter circles, mingling pleasure and quickly fading pain in a heady sexual cocktail. Finally Michael succeeded in burying his cock to the balls in her hot tight tunnel and they both relaxed, for the moment. The librarian continued to massage her pussy and mumble. Her lover slowly withdrew and then slid back in deep setting up a slow steady pace trying to keep from coming too soon in her sweet ass. The sight and sensation of his glistening cock stretching her asshole out in a gripping pink cone and then shoving back inside the increasing relaxed heat was powerful and made his balls tingle. He let go of her beautiful ass and gripped the front of her strong thighs. "Ohhh...that feels so good, Michael. Don't stop. Please...don't stop." "Gnnnggggssssh." he grimaced as he positioned his feet between hers for the final, brutal, onslaught. "Slap!" "Ugh!" "Slap!" "Ugh!" "Slap!" "Ugh!" Amanda rubbed at her clit frantically as he took her, even harder, in the opened ass. "Slap!" "Ugh!" "Slap!" Michael launched into a furious pace fucking inside her asshole with only one thought in mind, cumming! Harder and harder they fucked as Amanda became delightfully aware of the joys of a good ass fucking. She stood on her tip toes to gain a better angle for her own pleasure and Michael could only grunt his approval. "Slap...ugh....slap...ugh...slap...ugh...slap..." No niceties now. This was a primitive ass pounding. The brutal taking of a submissive female by a dominant male beast caring only for his pleasure and the release of his seed in her forbidden area. Michael soldiered on sweating, grunting, and panting feeling the sensations of release building in his hardening cock and the swaying balls slapping against Amanda's platinum bush and flying wet fingers. The married librarian slut felt the change deep in her asshole and also felt a charge of forbidden desire and pleasure sweep into sharp focus. She had just given her anal virginity to a man whom she barely knew and was now craving more and more "dirty" fucking. "Slap...ugh...let's come....together(she wailed)...slap...ugh...slap...ugh...Damn!..." Amanda shoved her fingers inside her sloppy cunt and, through the membranes, felt that big hot dong pounding in and out of her quivering asshole. She swore that she could feel it swelling even more as she shoved her fingers in deeper and tried to grip or caress that invading steel. When Amanda completely lost her inhibitions in that manner it pushed Michael over the ass fucking edge. "Slap...ugh...slap...ugh...inside me....inside me...inside (she pleaded)...slap...ugh...slap...ugh..." Feeling her fingers pressing hard on his cock drove him close but when Michael felt even the smooth edge of her wedding ring through her pussy wall that launched him. "Slap...ugh...slap...ugh...I'm cumming!...slap...ugh...slap....inside!...slap...ugh..." Amanda removed the hand in her cunt and spread her ass cheeks wide for her lover's long delayed climax. He saw her pink stretched-out asshole easily taking his hammering strokes and lost it, jolting in deepest, straining against her proffered ass. "Fuck!...Fuuuuucccck!" His crowing cock's first shot sprayed deep in her pleasured asshole and Amanda swore and swooned, her knees going weak. "GawdDAMN!...Oh...SHIT!...FUCK!" "Grrrnnnsssshhhhh!" he strangled out as the second glob of cum shot from his nuts. Michael had to pull her back up and push her forward to finish. He popped free of her red gaping asshole and shot a thick hot strand of white semen onto her sexy sweating lower back. Michael shoved that cumming monster of a dick into her spasming cunt and wetly launched his questing sperm again and again. "Grrrrruuuugggghhhh" Amanda growled as she drained her hot naked lover, massaging his cock with her nasty cunt and his emptying balls with her hand. Utterly spent, gasping and moaning, her lover collapsed on her back still jerking with the occasional instinctive spasms of shooting cum up her very messy pussy. Amanda, relished the heavy feel of a naked man's weight on her nude ravaged body and a broad smile emerged on her pink painted lips that widened and widened as she felt his shivers of climax slowly diminish. Michael roused enough to disentangle himself, over Amanda's loud protests, and lowered her to the soft rug where he entered her again causing her to shiver and shudder and press her lovely head against his neck and wrap her arms and legs around him. "I have never been so utterly ravished and transported. Thank you!" she whispered kissing him in soft delicate kisses all over his face and neck. "Mmmm..." he mused and spasmed again as his balls continued their discharge. "I love you." "But...I'm married..." "Doesn't matter, I love you anyway." and he kissed her sweaty neck and hard nipples and upturned nose. "Hahahaha! You're crazy!" "Ohhhh." he groaned as his cock drooled out even more hot cum into her sexy swamp of a cunt. "Even if we never do this again....I love you!...and will always have this helluva memory of Victorian research." "Hahahaha! Damn! Just hold me...OK?" "Ok!...Just one thing though...what in the hell just happened in here?" "Ahhh...Shhhhh!" Amanda hushed in a librarian's professional whisper as her purring sated pussy tightened delightfully around his softening cock in a love spasm. Just then, the autotimer in the Archive Room clicked the lights off plunging the room into sudden thick darkness. Librarian and patron remained erotically tangled and drifting along in the sweetness of their sexual afterglow, billing and cooing, until they both mystically drifted off into a shared Edwardian dream. END