XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX THE SEXUAL ADVENTURES OF EXINE VOLUME II (c) copyright August 1991 P.Ptyza XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The following contains material inappropriate for persons under 21 years of age. This is a work of fiction and any circumstances which are coincidental to real situation are purely accidental... or are they? XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 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.