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The Willing Librarian
by Chester C. Calloway-Mansfield III (address withheld)

***

Does the title say it all? (MF, affair)

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It was my second year in college. A paper was due the 
next week, and I had to go to the library to get 
material for my paper. It was late at night, and I had 
done all the usual procrastination on my paper. The 
college library was situated conveniently close to the 
dorms, and it was a simple thing to just throw on some 
shoes and jog nearly next door and dash inside. The 
library was going to close soon.

I ran into the library, and the woman behind the 
counter --- the head librarian, frowned at me. I walked 
casually over to one of the card files and began 
searching for the books I needed. I stood there, 
thumbing through them quickly, when there was a tap at 
my shoulder. I turned. The librarian was standing 
there, looking at me.

"Can I help you find something?"

She was an older woman, probably about thirty years 
older than I. Her brown hair was peppered with silvery 
strands, and it was pulled backward in a rather severe-
looking bun. She was wearing glasses. I don't know what 
it was, but there was something about her that looked 
sensuous and sexy, as if there was something hidden 
behind the facade of being a straight-laced old woman.

"I have to research a paper I'm doing," I said.

She frowned. "The library will close in five minutes," 
she said. "You don't have a whole lot of time."

"I have to look up a few things, references, you know, 
for Human Sexuality."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, there is no time at 
all, especially if you're going to be looking up 
things."

My heart sank. I really needed the references. The 
paper was due Monday, and the library was closed on 
Saturdays and Sundays.

"I can help you, though, if you really want. If you 
tell me what you need, after we close, I can get them 
for you and bring them to you, if you live in a dorm on 
campus. Just give me your card."

I reached into my pocket and handed her my student 
services card. It showed my dorm number and room. Then 
I handed her the list of books I was looking for.  She 
glanced at the list, then looked at me in her severest 
manner. 

"I can find these very quickly. I'll bring them to you 
in about an hour."

I was curious as I was leaving. I had a strange feeling 
in the pit of my stomach, and I was curious as to why 
the old bag would want to help me at all.  It was 
obvious she didn't like me.

I dashed back to the dorm. It was hot, and by the time 
I got there, I was sweating. I grabbed a towel and my 
robe, and ran down to the dorm showers. I showered 
quickly and put on my robe. I sauntered back to my 
room. I opened my closet when I heard a rap at my door. 
I went over and opened it. The librarian stood there, 
arms full of books.

I opened the door wide and let her in. She walked over 
and put the books on my desk.

"Here's your card," she said, handing me my student 
services card. "I had to really search for one of 
those, by the way." Her voice was breathless. It was 
obvious that she had really hurried over with the 
books. She had also let her hair down out of the severe 
bun in which it had been knotted. Her hair fell to her 
shoulders, dark brown curls streaked with grey. She had 
blue eyes behind those rather stern-looking glasses. 
There weren't any wrinkles on her face; she actually 
appeared a lot younger without the hair in the bun.

"Well," I said, "I don't know how to thank you."

She glanced at the hem of my short robe. "Oh, no 
problem at all. I know how it is. That's an interesting 
list of books, by the way."

I blushed a little. "I'm a psych major, and I have to 
do a study on sexual attitudes. It's really kind of 
interesting."

She headed for the door. Then she turned to me. "Sexual 
attitudes change with every generation," she said with 
a broad smile. "Attitudes swing back and forth, like a 
pendulum."

She smiled. "I lived in a dorm," she said, "pretty much 
like this. When I was in school, it was a co-ed dorm, 
and the girls and guys used the same showers.  
Nowadays, they wouldn't think of it."

"Really?"

She nodded. "That was the age of sexual liberation." 
She opened the door.

"Wait," I said.

She turned back to me.

"You mean, you were sexually liberated?"

She laughed. "Of course."

"Tell me more."

She looked over at my roommate's bed. Then she looked 
back at me, her eyebrows raised.

"He won't be back for hours. He's an astronomy major, 
and tonight, they're watching a comet or something like 
that."

She closed the door and came back into the room, 
standing right in front of me.  She smiled and fell on 
her knees in front of my crotch. She reached out and 
parted my robe. 

Looking down at her head, and feeling her breath on my 
cock gave me an instant hard-on.

"Nice cock," she said, reaching up and fondling my 
balls.

My cock sprang to full attention then, suddenly 
expanding to full capacity. It reached up and throbbed 
against my belly. 

"Oh, my, what a dick!" she said. "So hard, so fat." 
Without another word, she leaned forward and wrapped 
her lips around the red knob of my cock head.

She moved a hand up to my cock, wrapping her fingers 
around the base of it, and began stroking upward, then 
down again. She moved her mouth away on the upstroke, 
squeezing the head of my hard cock with her hand on 
each stroke. This sent shivers through me. I had never 
expected anything like this, had never thought that 
being sucked by the school librarian was going to turn 
me on so much. I was weak in the knees.

I was going to cum soon, I knew. I just stood there and 
enjoyed it.

Suddenly, she stopped. She reached around and fondled 
my ass cheeks, then pulled my crotch toward her face. I 
could feel her tongue flick out and lick my balls. 
Then, she moved her mouth back up again, and ran her 
lips across the head of my cock, smearing it with her 
saliva.

Then she opened her mouth wide, and she took it deep 
into her mouth, and as she built up suction, I could 
feel that sudden point of no return come on. 

This woman actually had my cock in her mouth, sucking 
on it, I thought. The experience was totally different 
to me. This had never happened to me before.  Usually, 
I had to go look for sex, and the girls I had sex with 
usually weren't very good at it. I certainly hadn't 
expected that it would happen now, with a woman who 
knew what she was doing.

I felt my balls tighten and my knees get weak. I could 
feel an orgasm coming on, soon.

"I think I'm going to cum," I told her.

She didn't stop. I could feel her suck even harder, and 
I could feel her hand massage my balls as they 
tightened. I came, filling the back of her throat with 
cum. She gurgled as she swallowed some of it. The rest 
of it just flowed out of her mouth and down her chin.

I could feel her swallowing, and the thought turned me 
on even more. 

When she pulled it out of her mouth, it was still hard, 
and stuck up in the air, hitting me near my navel once 
again.

She looked up at me. "Wonderful cock," she said, her 
mouth full of cum. Some of it ran down her chin. She 
licked her lips. "Tasty, too."

She stood and looked me in the eyes. She glanced down 
at her watch. "It's been a while for me. I have to get 
home."

"Uh," I said, "Well, can I see you again?"

She smiled. She went over to my desk and found a pen 
and paper. She turned and handed it to me. "My address 
and phone number. Call me."

With that, she turned to the door and opened it. "My 
name's Charlene," she said.

"Uh, I'll call you," I said, as the door closed.

After that, the semester was a breeze. I had help with 
my Human Sexuality class, too.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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