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Subject: {ASSM} The Librarian (6/?) (MF Mf Ff 1st humor cons lolita reluc bi het cheat group exhib voy oral anal solo pett preg) by DangerMouse 
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Date: Sat, 01 Oct 2005 22:10:04 -0400
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Rear Window

   While I was at the reference desk the next day, another beautiful
teenage girl approached the desk with a stack of books under her arm. 
Could this be the encounter that I have been expecting?

   "What can I help you with?" I asked with my standard greeting.

   "I need to get some information on rocks and minerals" she stated.

   I was a little disappointed that this wasn't Miss Jacobsen.  Oh, well, I
can't go down on every girl that comes into the Library, can I?

   "What kind of information do you need?" I asked, switching to real
reference librarian mode.

   "I need to be able to tell the difference between a rock and a mineral
for a test in my earth science course."

   Fortunately, I had taken just such a course in college and remembered
some of it.  Plus we do have quite a few books on rocks, minerals and
geology in the 552's.  I wrote down a few call numbers and handed the paper
to her.  She didn't immediately reach for it and she blushed a little bit
as she hefted the stack of books up on to the top of the reference counter
before taking the slip of call numbers from my hand.

   I must have looked a little puzzled.  Her shoulders drooped just a
little and she raised her left arm.  There was no hand where one would
normally expect to find one.  Oh.  I felt like an ass, but that was nothing
new.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't see that before" I offered apologetically.  "Let me
take you back to that section and we can see what is back there for you."

   As we walked I, of course, looked her over a bit.  She was wearing the
standard cute girl summer uniform of shorts and a tank top.  She was nicely
built and appeared to be maybe 18.  Her tank top had a nice deep neckline
that showed some of her lovely chest.  Her skin was smooth and well tanned.
Her short brown hair was pulled back from her face and clipped with a
couple of barrettes.  We neared the section that I was looking for and I
started spilling everything I new about rocks and minerals.

   "As far as I can remember, a mineral is made up of a single material,
whereas a rock is made up of more than one mineral.  Minerals have some
properties that rocks don't usually have like a common melting point if
they can melt and cleavage."

   She giggled at that a little bit.

   "I don't get to talk about cleavage with cute girls very often" I said,
unconsciously glancing at the neckline of her top.  She blushed again, but
thrust her chest out a little bit.

   "What is cleavage?" she asked, nibbling the bait.

   "Well, if you look it up in the dictionary it would probably have a
couple of definitions.  The geological definition would involve the plane
along which a mineral would naturally break.  This is what gives crystals
and gems their flat sides."

   "And the other definition?" she prodded, taking the bait.

   "That would involve the exposed skin above and between the breasts of a
woman when she is wearing a low cut blouse."

   She turned her chest toward me and pushed her breasts out a bit.

   "How will I recognize cleavage?"

   "Well on a mineral it should be flat and the cleavage planes will meet
at straight edges.  You may have to feel them to make sure they are
straight."

   "Hmmm, does feeling help you identify a woman's cleavage as well?"

   I reached my hand up and placed it on her exposed décolletage.  Her
right hand covered mine and I felt her chest rising and falling with her
breath and the gentle thumping of her heart.

   "Why yes, I believe that would definitely be cleavage."

   "Wow," she exclaimed, rolling her eyes, "you sure know a lot about
minerals."

   "In my line of work, you have to be multifaceted." (Wow, a library and
geology joke at the same time.  I'll be here all week folks, enjoy the
buffet, and remember, the 9:30 show is completely different from the 7:30
show).  She didn't get it.  Sigh.

   Unfortunately, I heard a bit of a rabble out by the reference desk.

   "I should get back" I said, reluctantly pulling my hand back.  I showed
her where the book she might be able to use were, then gently kissed her
cheek before heading back to the desk.  She smiled and blushed when I
looked back at her as I turned around the end of the shelves.

   As it turns out the rabble at the desk was the result of the arrival of
a van load of beginning genealogists.  Insert Sam Kinneson yelling
"AAAAHHHHHH, I'M IN HELLL" here.  I can think of no group who expects so
much information and wants to do so little work on their own.  I would like
anybody who is thinking about researching their family tree to know that it
is a tremendous amount of work.  The Library will have resources that you
can use, but likely the librarian will not know much about Joseph Smith
that was born in some county in Kentucky in 1869.  Stepping off my soapbox
now, I'm sorry.

   Anyway, that shot the rest of my shift on the reference desk.  I tried
to keep an eye out, but I didn't see cleavage girl again.  Grrr, this
didn't make me any happier to be dealing with the genealogists.

   After work that day I noticed that I had a new neighbor behind my house.
It used to be a little old lady that lived there.  Now it was a young, tan,
gorgeous girl.  I was mowing the lawn and she came over and introduced
herself.  Melody was her name.  It suited her.  She had a melodious voice,
for sure and her body made me want to sing.  She was stacked.  Her breasts
were large for her size; she wasn't taller than 5'3" or 5'4", and strained
against a sports bra.  Her exposed stomach was flat and tan and her ass was
snuggled tightly into some spandex exercise shorts.  She appeared to be
moving in alone.  This could be dangerous.  But dangerous sounds a little
like DangerMouse doesn't it.

   The introductions over, we went to our neutral corners.

   I was out mowing the lawn a couple of days later.  A girl rode up on a
mountain bike.  I looked up, right into April's eyes.  She looked very good
glistening with the sweat from her exertions.  She smiled.

   "So this is where you live?"

   "No, I'm the mad lawn mower.  I sneak all over town mowing random
lawns...  Here's your sign."

   She stuck her tongue out at me and giggled.  I'm not sure it's a good
thing that she can find me anytime now, but there isn't much I can do about
it.  We chatted for a few minutes before she rode away.  Being in full
sight of the whole neighborhood, we couldn't even sneak a kiss.

   A couple of days later, I noticed a phone company van at Melody's house.
She was outside, so I called to her.  "Having phone trouble?"

   "I'm having DSL installed" she said as I neared.

   "Ah, an internet junkie then?" I asked.

   "Guilty as charged.  I'm new in this area and it's a good way to keep in
touch with my friends.  Besides, I wanted to get a camera set up so I can
play around on yahoo chat."

   It looked like she regretted saying that a bit.

   "You mean you are planning on showing that gorgeous body on the internet
for free?" I asked before thinking.  I immediately regretted saying that.

   She smiled though.  "What would you recommend I do instead?"

   Over the next few minutes we mapped out a plan.  We ended up setting the
camera up in my house facing hers.  There was a common window area where we
could see in each other's houses, but none of our neighbors could see in
without coming between them.  We set up a website where it looked like I
was selling a service to be able to look in on my beautiful neighbor
without her knowing about it.  We billed it as her being a rather naughty
and horny single girl.  That wasn't far from the truth, but she did have a
boyfriend.

   After the infrastructure was in place, we started trolling on yahoo
chat. I had set up two yahoo ID's.  I used mine to direct men to her
website.  After they had paid, I gave them her yahoo ID.  I would then PM
Melody from my computer with their ID so that she would respond to their
PM's.  She wouldn't respond otherwise.  I had a system set up where I could
watch her camera and the action on her screen.  I admonished each customer
not to let her know that they could see her, making them think that it
would ruin the deal if she knew.

   It was pretty run of the mill for the most part.  She would show some
skin or play with herself a bit, depending on what the guys suggested.  She
would have 4 or 5 guys chatting with her at a time.  We had decided that I
would get 20% for my troubles, and we were making pretty good money.

   One night we had her set up and she was working 4 guys.  Again, pretty
normal stuff, but it was exciting watching someone I knew show her body to
strangers.  I was able to do this when my wife was at work and she worked
evenings.  That worked out pretty well.

   About 10:30 there was a knock on my door.  I opened it to April standing
on my porch.  She was dressed in a tiny white tee shirt and a miniskirt. 
She was even wearing a bit of makeup.

   "You sure are all dolled up.  Got a date?"

   "Kind of" she said as she walked past me through the door.  "Your wife
is at work isn't she?"

   "Yes.  How did you know that?"

   "I've been staying with a friend that happens to live on your block.  I
saw her leave in her uniform."

   Great, she's a stalker.  She seemed mostly harmless though, and she was
cute.

   "What are you up too?" she asked, noticing the bulge in my pants.  She
turned and saw Melody on my computer screen.  I didn't need to answer her.
"So I guess I don't need to ask if you are horny too."

   "You can rest assured that the answer to that particular question is
almost always yes."

   "I'll be right back, I need to use your bathroom for a second.  You can
go back to your computer if you want.  I want to watch some of that too and
we can do it there.  Be ready for me when I come back.  I'm about to
burst."

   "Yes ma'am" I saluted as she walked away.

   I had been wearing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, so I took them off
and waited for her to return.  Melody kept me entertained and I chatted
with her a little bit while I waited.

   April came back.  She was completely nude.  Oooof.

   She swayed her hips over to me and pulled me away from my desk a bit. 
She put one leg on either side of my legs and lowered her pussy onto my
already hard cock.  She moaned as I filled her.  She was right about being
ready.  I had never felt so much lubrication.  She squirmed around a little
bit then just sat with me buried deep inside her.

   I was responding to Melody when she started moving again.  She raised
herself completely off me, then reached down and guided me back between her
legs again.  I felt a little resistance as she lowered herself on my cock
again.  She groaned as I slid back inside her.

   After she was fully in my lap again she said.  "There, you got one of my
virginities at least."

   That puzzled me until I looked down.  My cock was buried fully in her
tiny pink ass.

   "My god, child, what are you up too?"

   "I've wanted to try it in my ass ever since I heard about it.  After I
found out where you lived, I figured it would work out fine."

   She squirmed around, feeling my stiff cock shift in her tiny ass, and
moaned.

   "How are you so slippery?  I didn't feel you lube my cock at all."

   "When I went to the bathroom, I filled my pussy and ass with KY."

   She is just plain devious.  I would have to watch out for her.

   She started working up and down on my cock.  She worked slowly at first,
testing the new sensations.  She seemed to like them.  I certainly was.

   Melody PM'd me a question.  I couldn't reach the keyboard with both hand
around April, so I typed left handed (who among us hasn't done that)?

   "What took you so long to respond?" she typed back.

   "I'm ...  typing ...  one ...  handed." I replied.

   "I'm that hot, huh?"

   "Yes ...  but ...  that's ...  not ...why."

   "Why then?"

   "I've ...  got ...  my ...  cock ...  buried ...  in ...  the ...  ass
...  of ...  a ...  13 ...  year ...  old ...  girl." I've got to learn
some of that chat shorthand stuff.

   Melody reacted with shock on her camera.  She recovered quickly, grabbed
one of her smaller toys, lubed it up and packed it into her own ass.

   This was getting too hot to handle.  April was beginning to bounce with
a little more gusto on my cock.  April and I were watching Melody abuse her
own ass with a vibrator.  The web guys were getting their money's worth
tonight.

   April was slamming herself on my cock now.  The velvety smooth walls of
her bowels welcomed each thrust.  It was obvious Melody was enjoying her
own activities.  I grabbed April's hips as she started to cum.  I was ready
three strokes later and slammed her down on my cock.  I erupted deep in her
ass.

   "Oh, my god, I can feel it." She howled as I poured my cum deep inside
her ass.  At the same time Melody was obviously writhing with an orgasm of
her own.  I can bet that the four guys she had online came then too.

   We all collapsed into post orgasmic bliss.  Melody disconnected her
internet guys, but sent me a message.

   "That was hot.  Can I meet her sometime?  Do you share?"

   I looked at April.  She moaned and ground her ass on my cock some more.
The she reached for the keyboard.

   "Sure"

   DM



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