I Fell for a Librarian Bk. 04

Literotic asexstories – I Fell for a Librarian Bk. 04 by DickBogart1953,DickBogart1953 Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust with family. I rode the short bus in school and am dyslexic and use software and editors to make it easier to read.

I fell for a Librarian. Book 4

I am called into the schools counselor’s office, Mr. Smith, sometime later, and he tells me. “My luck has changed; to please come in, son.”

He asked me. “Why did I want a job working in a stuffy old Library?”

I started talking, thinking you did see her, right? So Mary is why I am saying yes to whatever she has in mind. “I need a job that my Mom feels safe me working at, or rather we plan on moving out of where we are now to a place that won’t try to kill us every few days; our apartment complex has had four killings since last May. I have only worked downtown one day, and I was told my work and attitude were highly desired for handling an iffy situation. I received a positive review from the Librarian and her supervisor, and the head librarian commended me.”

“I know She was here today; she looked at your grades; you’re going to have to get A’s the rest of the year to be on track to graduate with your class in the top two/thirds. I might add, but would you like to at midterm work half a day with Miss Simmons at the Library? You have the credits, and if you get a letter of recommendation, you will get two points toward your score at the end of the year. It makes it come out higher if Dan Miss Simmons insists you keep your grades up, and she told me to tell you, ‘Sir if you need help in any class, we have librarians who are experts in their fields. We work out a fair pay thing she told me to tell you.’ You, Sir, have an excellent boss. She dropped off an application for financial help. We need to fill it out and get it off, and your College SAT fee was paid for by a hat being passed in the break room; you’re covered. Like I said, man, your luck has changed.” Mr. Smith says.

I floated after that; our life indeed looked lucky. I motored downtown locked my ride, and went to my locker in the new break room. I see I made it early by thirty-five minutes, so I check my login and no messages, so I crack the books and take time to do my math homework, setting my phone as a timer not to miss my clock in to work.

I see Mary come in for tea, and you say. “Hello, Dan. I look forward to the next eight years.”

I say. “Thank you, Ma’am, but I am unsure if eight years are enough. I thank we need to talk about maybe something longer. Thank you. I don’t see you passing a hat in this break-room nobody knows me but you. You paid for my test. I thank you for that. I am not crazy about charity, but this seems like a gift. I got some news about date night last night. I went to pick up my Mom from work, and a gunman came in and robbed the diner. He wanted to shoot my Mom, and I stood in front of my Mom. I showed my bruise in the shape of a gun barrel. I’ll tell you later. I see it’s time to punch in.”

As a few folks came in for a break. I put my books up and saw what was listed that needed doing.

My first was to empty the drop-off box mounted by the door, take them, check them in, and place them in an order that makes it super easy to keep up where books needed to go without too many wasted steps. My Mary said lunch, and I turned left, and she went right, and we met at the same time at the locked gate that was not locked.

I say as we walked into the room. “Big news, but I woke up dreaming of taking your virginity.”

I show you my growing boner and lay down on the sheet. “You need to get me drenched with your juices, and I want to watch you clean them off my hard cock.”

Your moan was long; as you get out of your things, your fingers slipped inside your wetness. Your fingers make wet noises as you moan again and say. “Baby, that’s wet enough for you; you want me to lick our juices off your hard cock?”

I nod as you shudder and you mount me, your lips on either side of my hot cock. I let my cock hit your clit to your grasp, and you move; you’re a blur now. I hold you down for ten minutes of hot strokes, getting harder on my cock, making the friction more than you can bear, and I, not far behind you, scream your come as you flood me. I was steps behind you. “I thought it would take longer; someone had my dick on their mind all day?” I asked.

I feel you tremble, and Mary’s tiny voice says. “Busted; I thought I hid that better.”

You try to hold still as you tremble again and again. Finally, you sit upright and move to my side as you do what my hot Mom did; you lean over sucked my hot wet cock into your mouth without your hands to your moans around my cock head. I say. “Damn, Ma’am, that was hot as fuck but is licking girl juice off my cock making you wetter, baby? You want to lick more juices off?” I feel a nod and hear another moan.

I scoop your juices and my cum off my tummy and your pussy; you started on the pill so soon, soon. I rub your juices on my cock, and you lick and suck like I am a lovely ice cream.

I asked. “Mary, we must find a better place to take your virginity. I don’t want to have to sneak out; we need to sleep together after we are never on a one-night stand. Now you feel my cock; it’s still a little soft? Well, watch this; my Mom cleaned my cock just like you did, and she’s willing to eat your come off my cock. We were so strung out on nerves after that guy stuck his gun into my head we had to make love life gave us no other choice, Mary none. So I throb, growing harder; feel me get harder, Mary?”

You moan. “What the fuck? Tell me again later now. I want you to fuck my face with your hard cock and make me your slut, baby.”

“Funny, Mom and you are quite alike; you both are good at this,” I say.

I hold your head on your down stroke, pushing you a little deeper; I hold you, and you double tap, and I pull you up, and you take a deep breath, gagging, and I kiss you hard, “I might share you with my Mom, but you both are my women my ladies.”

I hear. “I’m OK with that, but can it be just us the first time? That’s all I ask.”

I answered, “You think I got a problem with that? Do I look nuts?”

As I started fucking your face, you drooled as my Mom did, so I kissed you again as I did to Mom, you gagged on my kiss a little as the drool got you a bit, but you came back kissing hotly. I put you back on my cock as I fuck you pretty quick you’re getting too much of a workout. You’re not looking into it as you were at first, and I pull my cock out and stroke my hot cock hard over you, and a few minutes later, I blasted my hot cum over your tits.

When you could talk a few seconds later, you say. “Thank you, baby, for looking out for me; how did you know I was getting in trouble?”

“I watched you not keep up; you looked sexy, but then you looked in way over your head or my head; that was your first full-on face fuck?” I asked.

I hear you moan to my head joke.”You are my first, Sir, and you are right. Eight years is not going to be long enough. Let’s see how Mom takes to this sharing. I kind of glad your Mom wants you too, your too much for me; your prick looks like it’s still fucking hard, you motherfucker.” Mary said, laughing; damn it, your jokes are better than mine.

We left after washing up; lots of hot water was nice. Going to a movie, I turned my phone to vibrate and texted Mom. “I am at a film till eleven with Mary, and we will get ice cream after, and you and I will run to all night grocery store. It’s in a better part of town.

We watched The Sorcerer’s Apprentice and had ice cream waiting for moms text.

We got it, and Mary says. “Store Run thinks it’s a good place to meet your Mom, and I can drive your Mom and carry your groceries in the car. Sound good?”

“Yes, just be nice; you’re not too big to spank,” I say, shuddering, and I watch Mary’s nipples pop through her dress something to learn about if it turned you on and it did not hurt?

“I think you’re smart; you won; you two get to talk about me on the ride,” I say, trying not to laugh.

Mom texted me to pick her up. I texted back read. “My fair lady Mary wants to meet my best friend Mom, who is taking us to the store. Mom, she is excited to meet you. Be nice; you’re not too big to spank; the same thing I warned Mary about, and she seemed turned on by the idea of getting spanked.”

It was a fun drive. We raced a little, not doing anything too scary, so we made good time. Finally, we stood outside the car, waiting for Mom to come out.

Mom was a champ and hugged you, and Mom says. “He’s not stopping talking about you to me.” At the side of the car after I hugged Mom and introduced my two ladies to each other. My fear was claws and flames cat fighting to the bitter end, but I heard this instead.

“Funny, that’s the same he does talks about you git in sister we got lots to share about,” Mary said laughing.

I rode behind the ladies, and we got to the store. Mary and Mom both had baskets. They both got the basic coffee, bread, whole wheat, a tiny bit of chicken for us and eggs, a few more things, and a six-pack of Mom’s beer. Mary got red wine instead. I noticed the brand; you smiled when you saw the price.

We drove out of south main to the airport, and we pulled into our apartment complex with a broken gate tenth time this month alone; pulling up to our apartment, our front door was wide open it’s in two pieces, and the front window was shattered, and some of our stuff is tossed outside, I grab my bike lock as a weapon and step in the place is trashed in spray paint, it smells badly of pee and something else, but it said this in black spray paint. ” There was fucking here last night. We’ll be over soon for part two and all our turn.”

My bag of hand tools from my dad and granddad’s is the only thing in there worth taking. Mom and Mary came in behind me. Your faces said it all.

Mary looked at the wall in the room and our torn and defecated-on things says. “Hell no, you two are returning to my place; we’ll figure out what to tell Susan later.”

Mom starts for the closet to get our clothes. I reach to stop you; you see the ‘We’ll be over soon’ on the wall; the clothes are cut up everything in the bathroom has been peed on. Mom and Mary turned and walked out without further speaking.

I watched no one was out hanging outside; we left and drove off; I spent more time watching behind us for fear of being followed than I did watching the road. We went to Mary’s house near town, a good size house, a four-bedroom two-bath house with a two-car garage in the back. We park, and I lock my Honda up, and Mary closes the garage door.

We go in, and Mary says. “I should tell Susan there’s a man in the house. She, not a big fan of men, sorry long story.”

We are shown a bedroom with the biggest bed I have ever seen all right I don’t get out much. “You two take this one tonight and let me show you the kitchen so we can put our things up. The bathroom is marked bathroom across the hall,” Mary says, knocking on Susan’s door. They were in there for twenty minutes or so as we put up the food making guesses about where things went in the kitchen.

Susan came out wearing a tattered blue comfy bathrobe; Mary, her half-sister, looked more like a full sister to me. Susan was a little chilly to me; she did not speak at all to me that first night, and she asked. “Bobbie, if she likes to grab a shower now, as the water was at a premium in the morning after we shower, it takes an hour to get hot again.” So they went off to get that done.

I say. “Sounds Like you should buy a bigger water heater, and I know how to put it in for you happy to fix things for room and board. I am good with my hands and tools. I noticed the fridge is not really cold. I can look at it before school; I’ll see what it needs.” I said to Mary.

“I’d give him a honey-do list, we try to find a place to move to, but we can’t go back there. We’re happy to pay our share of the rent, food, and Dan’s handy with tools.” My Mom said, coming back from a shower.

Mary told Susan about our week, and their friend would be called to help my Mom. Mom could not stop talking; she was wound up incorrectly. She was on edge, scared of her wits; I wondered if she remembered the earlier event. I know I do; the smell of his aftershave sets me on edge it still makes me ill today.

Tea was brought out, and some brandy was added. Mom did not wind down; she just got quiet. I picked her up in a borrowed bathrobe, took her to bed, and held my Mom.

You shook and trembled, and I told you. “You’re safe, Mom; no one followed us; I was sure of that. No man will hurt you again; I promise you, Mom.”

We held each other Mom slipped into sleep, but it seemed like seconds passed; the alarm went off to my boner in my Mom’s ass, and I headed to the kitchen. I slipped my Tee shirt on, and my only pants were getting there. I started the coffee, and Susan came in and says. “Bacon and eggs, hash browns, pancakes, and Orange juice, Young-man?”

“Call me Dan, please; if you’re trying to seduce me, Ma’am, the answer is yes; how may I help?”

“Mary asked me to wait; you might grow on me, but his jokes are weak; she told me you saved your Mom twice from robbers?”

“One story was manly and was a major bragging event. I had planned on telling that one till my dying day. I took out a strung-out druggy; the kid was not up to the challenge; he would have lost to a girl scout with a sharp box of cookies. I would have peed my pants for the second one but I was too scared to pee. I stood between the gunman and my Mom, too scared to do anything else. That was my end when he struck my forehead with his gun and ordered me to my knees, or so I thought. It wasn’t, and I’ll devote my entire life to making my mother’s way in life easier. Whatever it takes.” I said my voice firm.

Showing the bruise on my head as Susan started the eggs, as the bacon was done, you handed me a piece of bacon, my first in months. Susan looked away and wiped a tear away as she finished the eggs. Then, finally, Mom and Mary came into the kitchen dressed for the day.

We ate around a table; it was tasty, and Susan went to clean up for work, and Mom and I cleaned the kitchen up to Susan’s approval when she returned. Susan worked just past the Diner Mom was at and offered to take her. I gave Mom half of my cash and ten bucks for gas, and I kissed Mom, not long or hard but lovingly.

Mary says. “Bobbie have a great day; we make dinner tonight for Dan, and Susan goes out till eleven on Thursday night; she goes bowling, or that’s what she says she does.” As Mary winks at us.

I was not sure what to do as Susan was there. Finally, Mary walked to me and told my Mom. “I am going to kiss my man in front of the only family I care about; Dan told me his dozen or so girlfriends were afraid to do this. I want to show him that world is behind him now.” Mary kissed me sweetly and told me. “She see me at work later and to have a great day.”

I looked at Susan and say. “You’re the only one I’ve not kissed, Yet!”

I winked at you, a big smile on my face making no move toward you; I grabbed my helmet and backpack book bag and told everyone. “To have a wonderful day.”

Susan grabbed my arm as I was going by and smiled, kissing my cheek lightly. “Mary’s right; your jokes are bad, but your heart is not; I have seen how you look at Mary; that’s nice.”

I watched the backdoor open as Mary swayed her hips at me like a loaded weapon; you looking back, the early morning light back-lights you. Three-thirty pm could not come soon enough, I thought, getting on my Honda Tourist Trophy and making it to school after stopping for gas.

I had enough left for a burger, fries, and soda at school prices. But, then, Patrice came to me and told me her folks were coming back in town after being gone for most of a year and would me and my Mom want to make two hundred bucks each if you cleaned her house; they’re due mid-next week, so it has to be this weekend.

I sent Mom a text she says. “Say yes.”

And we planned on going over Saturday morning. I had videoed our place and sent a copy to the apartment office to say we would drop off the last month’s rent, and we were not renewing the monthly lease and sent one copy to the police. I received a text back at school that the Apt. The office wants us to pay for the damage. So the police called me and came by the school after stopping by our place and had me sign the report, and they told me. “To get a Lawyer because they’re talking about making you guys pay for the damages. We called the news station for you. They filmed the damage, we hung out, and they went to talk to your Mom.”

Our desk Sargent says. “You two were robbed and pistol-whipped the other night; we see your bruise.”

The Officer says. “You stood up to a gun twice to save your mother. I was there the first time. Here is our card; if we can help, call us. You got busy with your girlfriend the other night?”

I answered. “Yes, Sir, Mom had a double shift, my girl, and I guess we were noisy the other night, but I showed her the video, and she’s scared and has not returned my text yet.”

The school was a drag, but my test grades were getting better; I was getting tutored at work as I spent my half hour hitting the books twice daily. In addition, someone would take lunch and work my mind with tricks on learning and good study habits; it amazed me that knowing how to deconstruct the problem and what questions to ask could make such a huge difference. My subsequent two test grades improved by ten points because books and people who loved them showed me how to learn in a week.

I caught your eye for lunch; you had Chinese fast food for us; we undressed as was our choice, as I asked. “Mary, what did you tell Susan about us? She went from chilly to warm almost overnight. I am not complaining, but I need to know I don’t want to say the wrong thing.”

Mary says. “Your, my lover, and your Mom is being abused at work because your Mom is wearing a wire Sunday night. We can sit outside my Volvo and watch your Mom; I know you want to keep her safe.” Mary hugged me.

“I don’t know what to say, well I do, but I let my action speak for me. You are beyond special to me; my world is evolving. I’m more than I was just days ago. You’re to blame now; suffer your fate.” I say.

I crawl to you; my mouth kisses your hot pussy lips; you trimmed your pussy hairs; it excites me as I suck you into my mouth, and as you rub your clit on my nose, your tremble. I know you’re close, but we got time, no rush. I never rush with Mary; now my Mom, yes, rush was an understatement.

I do tease your ass. I flip you over and climb on your ass so you can feel my hot cock in your ass crack as I slide back till my cock rubs your clit as I squeeze your legs together as my hard cock rubs your clit as I fuck across your wet slit pounding your ass my cock rubbing between your legs the friction is hot. Your screams of lust you raise your back to make me press harder to you we scream out our come spraying us both like you cut loose with your hot juices.

You tremble and say. “Is your Mom working late, baby? Susan won’t be home till after eleven you can take my cherry; as guys like to say, it gives us a couple of hours, and we can share my bed afterward. I am so ready to feel you inside me, baby. Hard to believe it’s just been days. I feel like we have known each other for ages.”

I say. “You on, oh yes, I want you dear, we will enjoy coming inside you.”

You shake and tell me we need to clean up. Getting ready to leave, you say.

“I forgot to close out the late fees books. Please empty the outside box and take a cart with you. I send John to let you out and watch you let you back in; we knock out the books together. After that, I will do the drop box.”

We knocked it out in under thirty minutes; if not broken, we might have bent a few traffic laws getting home.

We closed the door to Mary’s bedroom. I see the bathroom off the master as I undress you and let your hair down. I picked up a brush off your dresser as I combed out your hair, kissing your neck to each stroke, a first for me and one that I remember until the day I die; counting to a hundred was the way to go.

As we sat on the bed, kissing at first and then stroking the fires, my fingers felt your wetness, your neck flushed red, and your eyes lidded almost closed.

I get up, turn your light off, and a night light comes on in the bathroom. I know by feeling every inch of your body, I don’t need to see you naked.

You moan as my fingers slip into your lips, taking the rest of your things off you. My finger teases you as you say. “You’ve made me wait long enough, dear now take me, my love; show me how much you want me and how much I need you.”

You kiss me hard, and you stroke my hard cock. “You hard enough, baby? You asked.

I move over you as my hard cock finds your slit like my cock had radar. I rub my head on your wet hot spongy clit till your moans start non-stop, and you start begging me to go deeper, so I do a little.

I hold your face in my hand; you look a little full as I give you an inch more, and my fingers rub your hard clit. Your juices are running out of your pussy as I hit your maidenhead with my cock and stop.

I stroke back in and out a few times your moans change as I push against you. You say. “Tight, so big full baby slow full slow full so full shit slow.”

I did, holding you still as my fingers teased your throbbing clit. You came again saying my name. “Dan, Dan, you’re making me so happy, so full shitttt.”

I told you. “My love, you move when you want me to fuck you; I came a while ago, so it will take longer for me to come so soon. Tap me twice to stop or tell me to stop; I’ve been told I fuck intently and hard. If you want harder, tell me harder, or if you want me slow, this is your dick tonight; you know I’m inside you, my Love. However, you want me.”

You start slowly moving to your moans; oh fuck, your eyes roll up in your head as my slow strokes are driving you to the shakes, another deep in and out a few times you tremble and moan. “Harder, so close big, so close. Wait, you love me. Is it just bed talk, baby shit? Should you feel this good?”

I moaned, rocking us slowly. “Yes, baby, I love you; it’s not talk. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it; it’s only been a short while; it’s just so unreal.”

I picked up speed, and I added some sex lube to my hot cock. My cock slides inside you faster; your moans of the lube adds heat, and we slowly pick up speed, and like that, you arch your back and scream out another come yelling out. “Dan, Dan, deeper, please take me.” As I just barely kept from taking your virginity.

I let you take the top as I slide past your maidenhead; you grunt and hold still. I held you up, so you did not go deeper. “I hate to tell you this, Mary, my love; look in my eyes when I say this. I love you, baby; in days, you have all of my heart, but you are only halfway there, my love on my cock.” I said, chuckling.

You grasp and reach between us, touching my hot cock lovingly as you stroke me and tell me. “What half? I thought you were hitting me in the back of my throat Fuck please hold me, baby.” So I did, kissing and nuzzling your neck as my fingers loved on your breast. I kiss your lips from time to time. I hold your neck, cutting your air off gently and letting you come back to my breath, breathing into you, giving you my air, and you twist your hips to a tiny moan when I do.

Tiny movements of your hips start at first, and the next second you are fucking me harder; little grunts come out of you on each stroke you tell me to. “Fucking fuck me please harder, you motherfucker.”

I drove into you like I was trying to run track; as my cock got bigger, you moaned. “You got bigger, you fucker. How do you do that? I’m so close, baby; please make me come on your hard fucking cock you Motherfucker shitttt.” You screamed and bit my shoulder, marking me as I had marked you next to Mom’s mark.

We grasped as my cock was getting larger was the last second before my come exploded out of me jet after jet, so much cum it was running out of you down onto my legs.

I’m grasping for breath as I say. “Wow, they say your first is not as good as the rest; well. I can’t manage this getting better; my god’s woman, your pussy sucked the cum right out of me. Damn, that’s a good size mess we made; well, my Mom taught me to always clean up after myself.” I turn you over and push you into your bed, pinning you.

As my lips suck our juices out of your hot pussy you scream and try to get away from my mouth. You must be tender, but I did not feel two taps or hear a NO or a stop. So I ate you as you tried to escape my sucking, licking, mouth, and tongue. Finally, you arch your back, trying to push me away, but your body gets tight, and your screams start, but they get high, and I lose control of your thrashing on the bed.

As your thighs press my head into your pussy, cutting off my air, I tap you twice, and you let me up. Then, I grasp for an entire lung full of air, and I dive back into your wet hot pussy, and your holding me to your clit again as you scream and fall back to the bed spent. Yes, spent, that’s the right word for you.

I get up, going for a wash cloth and a little soap to clean you up, talking to you softly, there is a touch of blood on the sheet, but it’s covered in our cum. So I went to the bathroom and got a dry towel as I cleaned us up, and I put on clean sheets by making half a bed and rolling you over to the other side saw it on a movie it worked well.

Mary says. “Something that I find hard to believe, kind sir, but this gets better?”

You said as you fell back in what I must call a swoon into the clean sheets.

You asked me. “Did you check your phone, baby? You can use my car to get your Mom if you want, but I’m not sure I can walk, and I got to pee?”

I glanced for messages, and it was a text from Mom. “Pick me up, baby, or are you too tired from your special night?”

I pick Mary up, carry you to the bathroom, and sit you on the toilet; you start peeing. I watch you, you see me watching, and you smile as you spread your legs so I can watch; I found watching was nice.

I texted back, standing next to Mary.”No, Mom, I can pick you up. Mary says she can’t walk well, but I can drive her car to come to get you, but I can’t pay for her car yet if we get in a wreck. So coming on the bike, got your only pair of jeans, a warm top, and Mary’s jacket; it’s too chilly for me to go without my leather jacket, my love.”

Texting back, it read.”You make intelligent choices; besides, I look forward to holding on to my strong son for the ride home. Love you too, baby.”

I got there, and Mom changed, and we left as I was putting the helmet on, my Mom says. “How did your date go?”

“As well as ours did, it was as earth-shattering as ours was we both, all three of us came like a bus ran over us. She’s waiting for my arms; we are sleeping together, then we figure out how or what we tell Susan.”

My Mom squeezes my shoulder and says. “Let’s go, son; a hot woman is waiting for you at home.”

“Got one here holding me, too,” I say.

Speed-wise, I kept it just under a ticket, but you told me at the light. “High revs made her pussy throb as my cock did.” That was good to hear damn good.

I parked and locked the bike, and we went inside. I kissed Mom long and hard, unlike a son in front of the bedroom door. “Good night, my love.”