The Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica

by Rose Caraway

  John let out a deep moan when he felt Kelly running her tongue up and down his rod as she sucked his cock. She held the base of his shaft tight with one hand and followed her wet lips with the other, twisting and squeezing as she worked his full length. She let her hand slide down and massaged his heavy sack as she continued to work his shaft with her mouth. Kelly continued this ritual for several minutes while John did his best to concentrate on not climaxing in his wife’s mouth. He had other plans. This was war after all.

  With her head in John’s lap drinking his cock in, Kelly hadn’t noticed that they weren’t heading back to their house. Her husband had found a secluded area in a neighborhood that was filled with empty lots and enough trees to conceal their parked car. He pulled in and turned off the lights. Kelly felt the car stop and sat up for a moment to see where they were.

  “Now it’s my turn,” John told her as he opened his door and walked around to her side.

  He opened the passenger-side door and Kelly immediately turned sideways in her seat and took his cock back into her mouth. She was at the perfect height to cup his balls while running her mouth and hand up and down his shaft. She could taste more precum on her tongue every time she paused at the top for a tease. She rubbed her palm across his balls, cupped them and then pressed the area where his sack met his body. Her fingers brushed over his ass and then quickly moved back to massaging his balls.

  John was about to explode but felt the overwhelming need to taste his wife’s pussy. He pulled his cock from her mouth; she fought a little, but he kept away from her and pushed her back in the seat. John winked at his wife before kneeling down outside of the car and pulling her hips toward the edge of the seat. He wasted no time in flipping her skirt up. Kelly kept a small tuft of dark hair on top of her otherwise perfectly shaved pussy. Her clit piercing twinkled under the car’s dome light, and John began to salivate as he moved his face toward her soaking wet pussy.

  He was too fucking aroused to tease and pushed his tongue as deep into Kelly’s pussy as it would go and began to slowly work it in and out. He reached up and pushed her legs farther apart. Kelly’s right leg was now perched over the back of her seat while her left leg hung partway out of the car. He let his hands slide down to her drenched pussy lips, and then he pressed three fingers in immediately. As his fingers entered, he slid his tongue out of her hole and used it to work her throbbing clit. He sucked hard, pulling blood into her clit and charging it with electricity. John allowed her clit ring to bounce back and forth over his tongue as he fucked her harder and harder with his fingers.

  Kelly felt John’s fingers filling her slit, thrusting in and out while his tongue played on her clit, but she wanted to get fucked. She didn’t want his fingers; she wanted his big cock buried deep in her pussy. “Fuck me,” she ordered. She knew he’d heard her, but he wasn’t listening. So she reached down and grabbed his head, pulling his face to hers. She started to say something but he buried his pussy-drenched tongue deep into her mouth. She could taste herself. Her pussy flooded again and began to ache. “Fuck me right now,” she ordered. “I don’t care; you win, I just need that cock inside me!”

  John smiled as he pulled his wife out of the seat and sat down in her place. Her flushed face wore a mischievous smile as she hiked up her skirt and backed herself toward him. She reached between her legs, grabbing the base of his raging-hard cock, and slowly guided herself down until she felt the head at the edge of her soaking slit.

  Kelly loved the feeling when John’s cock first pressed past her engorged lips; she savored it every time they fucked. She sat down very slowly, feeling the tip spreading her, inching down farther until she felt herself envelop the head, then she lowered herself the rest of the way down to his balls, filling her entire pussy.

  When the tip of John’s long dick hit the back of Kelly’s pussy she began to grind; she felt every fucking inch of him filling her soaked cunt. She pushed down harder and harder while squeezing her inner walls, devouring every bit of his girth. The juices from her drenched hole ran freely down John’s shaft as she rode him up and down. His thickness spread her lips with each pass and she leaned into his palms while he caressed her tits and squeezed her nipples from behind.

  Visions of what they must look like flashed in her mind. Seeing her skirt pulled up as she sat on him reverse-cowgirl style, she could visualize her stretched pussy lips on display as John’s thick cock disappeared and reappeared like magic, causing her juices to run down his shaft and drip from his balls like fat drops of rain off a fruit. The scene playing in her head set in motion the freight train that would quickly become her orgasm.

  This was no marathon sex session; John and Kelly were fucking and ready to climax. She felt the train leaving the station; she grabbed the dashboard with one hand and her clit with the other. She settled in for her finale as she switched from grinding and slipping to slowly bobbing up and down the length of her husband’s thick shaft. She sensed that John was about to explode too; she paused on the bottom of every stroke, writhing around like a slithering snake so the deepest parts of her pussy could feel the pressure of his cock.

  Kelly worked her clit harder and harder as she picked up the pace, fucking John faster and faster. The freight train inside her body was at full speed and at this point, there was no stopping what was about to come. Her clit throbbed between her fingers as she rolled it into a little ball. The vision of him spreading her pussy coupled with the fullness of him inside her flashed in her mind one more time. Kelly’s body froze as the freight train rumbled from her toes and up through her clit. Her pussy clamped down on John’s shaft and she moaned loudly as the orgasm pulsed through her sweaty body.

  After the shock subsided and her clit recovered, Kelly writhed around on John’s cock a little more. Then she slowly rose up, letting his slippery cock fall from her pussy. Her vacant slit ached for cock, but she quickly lost thought of that as she turned around and kneeled down next to the seat just as John had earlier. She took his pussy-soaked cock into her mouth and slid her tongue along his shaft while taking hold of the base with her hand. Pulling the skin taut she worked his dick in concert with her hand and mouth. She knew how close he was and began fucking him with her mouth at a more rapid pace. Kelly paused long enough to look up and say, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

  John watched as his wife’s beautiful lips spread around his shaft, and his cock disappeared down her throat. Her dirty talk and the sight of her lips around his thick shaft pushed him past the point of no return. His balls drew up and his orgasm began to build deep within his core. With one final stroke of her warm tongue and tight grip, John erupted into Kelly’s mouth with a loud sigh of relief.

  When the first hot load hit her tongue she swallowed then opened her mouth to give her husband the show she knew he loved. Kelly milked each rhythmic pulse of hot cum, both into her open mouth and onto her chin, knowing that John loved watching it spill from her mouth while she pumped him dry. Once he was empty, she slid up his body and kissed him with a cum-soaked tongue.

  Meanwhile, on the other side of town…

  “Can you see John’s big cock stretching my tight little pussy as I ride it?” Tami asked seductively. Her hands pressed down on her husband’s chest caused her plump tits to squeeze together and kept them from bouncing as she rode his thick shaft.

  Mike stared into his wife’s seductive brown eyes before letting his vision drift down past her tits to the perfectly shaved pussy engulfing his cock. “I would love to watch him fuck you while Kelly sat on your face and sucked my dick,” Mike moaned.

  The vision raced through Tami’s mind. She salivated at the thought of John pressed deep inside her while Kelly’s wetness coated her face. She quickened the pace on her husband’s rod. “I want to kiss her after she’s taken your load in her mouth. I want to taste you on her tongue!” Tami’s pussy clenched down as electricity raced through her body and her husband filled her pussy with his hot, white lava.

  Tami collaps
ed down on top of Mike; feeling his spent cock still inside her she kissed him. “I am telling you, I totally get the vibe from them,” she whispered. “And they were definitely fucking around under the table tonight.”

  Mike sighed as Tami rolled over and onto her back next to him. “They are definitely a very sexual couple who can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they would be into the book club…”

  POW! It’s Shibari Girl!

  Tamsin Flowers

  So, in case you were wondering, yes, superheroes do have sex. Often as not they have sex with the man-or-woman-on-the-street type that they’ve just rescued. Ugh! I know you’re thinking that smacks of exploitation, but it’s not, really. When you save someone, they frequently get a thing for you, you know, in the same way people get a thing for their doctor or their teacher. It would be mean, or just plain rude not to give them what they wanted, right? We’ve all been there: Superman, Cat-woman, Kick-Ass…and me.

  Me?

  By day I’m Mallory Majors, second violin in our third-rate city orchestra, college coed, dog lover and Mexican food aficionado. But by night, I’m Shibari Girl! Or Japanese Knot Girl, as The Daily Bugle sometimes refers to me, though that causes confusion because I’m not actually Japanese at all. Before I came here, I used to live in Baltimore. Anyway, my special power is capturing villains and tying them up in knots, real fast, and then I leave them hanging from city landmarks for the cops to clean up in the morning. I’ll admit to wearing silver spandex, I’ll admit to stalking the bad guys through the night and, yes, I’ll admit to getting down and dirty with the good guys I’ve rescued. Like I said, it would be rude not to.

  But now I’m going to let you in on a little secret I’ve just discovered: it’s actually far more fun to have sex with the bad guys than the good guys. How did I discover this? Here’s what happened.

  I was sitting at home one evening last week, minding my own business and putting the finishing touches to a term paper on the use of hessian as a wall covering by 1970s interior designers, when the Shibari! phone started to ring.

  Dring-dring, dring-dring, dring-dring.

  “Moshi, moshi,” I say, by way of greeting. (My way of getting into the persona.)

  “It’s Commissioner Thomas, Shibari Girl! The city needs your help.”

  Doesn’t it always?

  “What can I do for you?” I say.

  “It’s Crabman. He’s taken a side swipe at Jimmy Jack’s Jewel Warehouse on Main Street and got away with $22.5 million’s worth of rough diamonds.”

  It’s the third time Crabman has struck in a month. He scuttles down the city side streets in his orange disguise, breaks in the side entrances of jewel stores and cracks open the safe with his hydraulic claw. I’ve come close to tracking him down once or twice but I’ve failed to catch him so far.

  “Okay, Commissioner, I’ll get right over there.”

  “And Shibari Girl!…”

  “Yes?”

  “He gouged out a message in the steel door of the safe.”

  “What did it say?”

  “Get knotted!”

  Now this is getting personal.

  I pull on my silver spandex catsuit, grab a couple of coils of Shibari rope and swing down the fire escape. Fifteen minutes later I arrive at a scene of total mayhem outside Jimmy Jack’s warehouse: fifteen police cruisers are blocking the road to traffic, eight journalists have broken through the cordon and are firing off flashbulbs like the Fourth of July and Commissioner Thomas, his deputy and the store manager are standing flummoxed inside Jimmy Jack’s huge, but now empty, walk-in safe.

  “Shibari Girl! Thank god you’re here,” says the store manager.

  I give him a curt nod.

  “Would you fellows mind waiting outside while I check for clues?” I say to them.

  “There’s nothing here,” says Commissioner Thomas, “apart from a small trace of blood on the twisted metal of the safe door.”

  “Get it analyzed,” I say.

  As they scurry out, something sparkling on the floor of the safe catches my eye. I bend down to pick it up and find that it’s not a diamond dropped in the raid as I first suspected but a small gold token. Holding it up to the light, I can see a symbol embossed on one of its faces: a peach. I recognize it immediately. This is a cloakroom token for the Peachy Club downtown, the only other place in the city where you’ll find anyone able to execute proper Shibari ties.

  “Any of you drop this?” I say, holding it up in front of the three men who were in the safe.

  They all three stare at me, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

  Time to get out of here.

  The Peachy Club’s heaving but no one bats an eyelid as I wander around the floor in my silver catsuit. If anything, I’m a little overdressed, considering that most of the clientele are naked. However, there are always people dressed up to play out their superhero fantasies and I can’t help but hide a smile as I count three other Shibari Girls! grinding on the dance floor and getting into scenes in the public playrooms.

  I head for the bar, hoping to find my man Tobi mixing the drinks.

  “Mallory,” he says, cracking a smile as I climb up onto one of the red-velvet bar stools.

  “How d’you know it’s me? There are at least three other versions out there.”

  “Easy, babe,” he says. “I’d know your walk anywhere. Those other girls just don’t got what you’ve got inside that spandex.” He puts a shot of tequila on the bar for me.

  I have to laugh. I’ve known Tobi for years, even had an affair with him for a short while, and he’s one of only two people in the city who know my real identity.

  He serves another customer and then comes back to me with a serious expression on his face.

  “Say, I heard on the radio that there’s been another crab attack,” he says.

  I nod and throw back the tequila.

  “I’m on a crab hunt,” I say, “and the trail leads here. Any ideas?”

  He shrugs.

  “It’s busy tonight, a lot of faces I don’t know.”

  I roll the gold token across my knuckles, wondering where to start looking.

  “Where’d you find that?” says Tobi.

  I glance up at him and notice a small cut on his left knuckle.

  “It was just here on the floor in front of the bar,” I say. “How’d you cut your hand?”

  “On a beer cap.”

  He takes the token from me and puts it in his pocket.

  “Cheers.”

  “When are you off, Tobi?” I ask.

  His eyebrows shoot up.

  “For you anytime, babe. I wasn’t actually rostered on for tonight. Just bored.”

  Or creating an alibi, perhaps?

  “Come on,” I say. “I want to play.”

  I lead him up the stairs to one of the private playrooms but as soon as we’re inside he slams me up against the wall.

  “So how’d you know it’s me?” he says.

  “How’d you know I know?” I counter.

  It would be like a game of chess if we were both a bit brighter.

  “Because I know you,” he answers, relaxing his grip on my throat. “If you’re on hunt and you bring me up here, it means I’m your quarry.”

  “Are you?” I say, sliding a hand down to my belt and surreptitiously detaching one of the coils of rope.

  “We had some good times, Mallory,” he says, and suddenly his mouth is on mine.

  For a second I’m caught unawares by how good his kiss tastes, but then the superhero in me takes over. As I work my tongue into his mouth, I push back against him and hook one of my legs behind his knee. He goes down onto his back with a grunt, pulling me with him, but I’m sitting astride him now and I still hold the advantage.

  “They were good times, Tobi, but you got greedy.”

  I peel his Peachy Club T-shirt up his chest and he wriggles out of it. It’s evident he’s been putting in the hours at the gym a
nd if circumstances were different… I lick my lips.

  “I’ll split the diamonds with you, Mallory. We could get away somewhere secluded, just the two of us. Things could be like they were before.”

  Am I tempted by his offer? Not until I flip him over and see the small tattoo of Shibari Girl! on the back of his shoulder. It looks fresh.

  “You became Crabman to attract my attention?” I say.

  “It was the only way. You usually look right through me. But now…”

  He smells so good but then I remember the looks on Commissioner Thomas and the store manager’s faces.

  “Tobi, you broke the law and you’re going down.”

  I grab his arms and although he struggles I’m too quick for him. In six simple knots I have him trussed and naked in a classic Shibari tie. His wrists are bound to his ankles and a corset of rope work holds him in a fixed kneeling position. He grunts and struggles as I work on him but as my fingers run up and down his back and across his chest, the grunts turn to moans and I can’t help but notice his burgeoning erection.

  “God, I’ve missed this,” he whispers.

  The memories flood back: Tobi swinging in a rope cradle with my mouth on his cock or the two of us, bound hip to hip in pneumatic motion. I’m not supposed to be getting turned on but I am. My breath hitches and his cock twitches in response. I clip a D-ring into the nest of knots at the small of his back and winch him up off the floor.

  “Come on, Mallory,” he moans. “For old time’s sake before you turn me in?”

  I look at how the red ropes bite his tanned skin, knowing the marks will remain for days and suddenly I know I’ve got to have him. Commissioner Thomas and his denizens can wait. Tobi won’t be getting anything like this for a long time where he’s going and, for the sake of a shared past, I can lend him a couple of hours. I secure the main rope to an iron ring set in the wall and then I take half a dozen more ropes and work up a cradle around him. The result is that now Tobi is swinging gently, several feet above the floor, in an armchair position. He watches me intently as I work, but he doesn’t speak.