WVC Ch. 31: The Library Streak

Smick, smick, smick - the familiar sound echoed in the silence of the library. Leaning over my jutting cock, the tall blonde let a glob of spit fall from her lips to land directly on my bulging cockhead. As she smeared it over the rounded bulb and smoothed it along the thick veins pulsing along my shaft above the metal.

"And although this metal rings will probably keep him from ejaculating, I was hoping to get this male organ to give some lubricating fluid."

She paused and ran her thumb back and forth along my cockslit, trying to coax it to open again. A gasp escaped from a petite brunette in the front as she watched the librarian force her fingernail into the tiny crevice.

"I was able to get his urethra open earlier, so now I should be able to -"

Twisting and turning her nail back and forth in an unrelenting attack, Ms. Compton managed to pry the sensitive lips apart.

"Ah hah!"

Grasping the slick stalk with one hand, she held up my swollen knob so the students could see the gaping hole, still with her fingernail in my slit to keep it spread wide. From behind the cluster of coeds came a familiar voice.

"Ms. Compton, don't you think that those rings will do more than just keep him from ejaculating?"

Through the crowd, I was surprised to see Erika sitting at the table in the back. As the girls in front turned to see who had asked the question, I saw that she was flanked by Lydia on one side and chesty Amanda on the other. The shapely blonde dancer had her arms crossed under her breasts, lifting those full mounds high. Even at this distance, I could see that her nipples were wildly erect beneath the thin cotton of her t-shirt. The two Club members were smiling broadly as my trainer continued.

"Don't you think they might make it difficult for him to give you any fluid at all?"

Twisting her mouth in thoughtful concentration as she considered Erika's question, Ms. Compton slowly nodded, still maintaining her tight grip on my hard-on. She gazed back down at the straining pole, the throbbing veins bulging out through the shiny metal, the darkly purple bulb looking like it was about to explode.

"Perhaps you're right."

When she slipped her fingernail out of my cockslit, the tiny hole remained spread wide as the pressure from the taut skin kept it open. Keeping her grasp on my stiff shaft, the tall librarian tugged me after her as she made her way through the group. Erika smiled at me as we passed, a teasing twinkle in her deep blue eyes.

As we plunged into the stacks of books, I realized that study carrels were straight ahead at the end of the aisle. When she found #159, Ms. Compton threw the door open and pulled me in after her, forcing me backwards until my thighs were pinned against the edge of the desk. No bigger than a closet, the study carrel wasn't designed for two people. Once she'd locked the door behind us, she turned around and stared down at my jutting hard-on, watching it quiver as it nearly brushed her skirt with each pulse of blood.

"What are you required to do now?"

"Umm, I just supposed to take off the uh, - the display suit and get dressed."

"Then go ahead. Take it off. I want to see this because your erect penis looks much too swollen to get those rings off."

Leaning back against the opaque glass that formed the top panel of the door, she let her fingers play along the open neckline of her blouse. The topmost button that remained closed was between her full breasts, and the wide expanse of creamy skin caught my gaze. Trying not to stare, I couldn't help but admire the rounded globes pressing insistently against the thin cotton, the puckered imprint of her rigid nipples readily apparent.

In reply to her challenge, I bent over and pinched my cockhead, forcing the blood to reverse course and flow back down my shaft, past the five rings. It took several long minutes, but I was eventually able to squeeze my tortured cock out of the "Gates of Hell". After I slid the neon yellow straps down my legs, stepped out of them and dropped the display suit on the desk, I glanced up at the blonde in triumph. She had released another button so that the white blouse gaped open, revealing the tops of lacy bra cups, straining to contain her breasts.

"I didn't think you could do it. I thought your penis was much too hard and erect."

Still gazing down at my cock as it hung thick and heavy between my thighs, Ms. Compton pulled the tail of her blouse out of her skirt. I stared at the pair of perfectly round nipples that crinkled the sheer lace of her shimmery bra as she undid the remaining buttons. Delicately moistening her lips, she nodded down at my crotch, now totally free of any restraint.

"Is it sore?"

Reluctantly dragging my gaze from her impressive chest, I looked down at my softened cock, noting the five angry red circles around the shaft.

"Yes Ma'am. I guess it is."

"It appears that you could use some restorative healing."

Puzzled, I looked up her. She still had not raised her eyes, and I watched in surprise as she reached out and lightly traced the puffy ridge left by the rigid metal nearest my cockhead. Even though her fingertip was soft and gentle, I winced. And when the librarian curled her hand around the still thickened shaft, I caught my breath. Squeezing carefully, she cleared her throat.

"Does this hurt?"

Shuffling my feet apart so she had easier access, I hesitated before answering.

"Um, maybe a little bit."

"I'll be careful then."

As she continued to caress the tender skin. I could feel the blood reversing direction once more and flow back into my crotch. Tilting my hips slightly, I eased more of the reawakening stalk into her grasp.

"Ma'am, uh -. Actually, your hand feels pretty good."

We both watched my shaft as it started to swell her loose grip. I could hear the smile in her voice as she noted.

"I can tell that you like it. Your penis is getting bigger."

As it kept expanding, her gentle squeezes grew until she was stroking up and down the entire length of my stalk. With a sly smile, she looked up at me.

"Would you like me to make it to feel even better?"

Behind her glasses, I could see the glint in her blue eyes. With a brief nod, I pushed my hips farther forward until the end of my burgeoning cock was only inches from her lean stomach, now bare above the waistband of her skirt.

Yes Ma'am, I would."

"I thought you might."

Releasing her grasp, she shrugged the cotton blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, arching her back and thrusting those dancing globes on her chest out toward me. Brushing against my arm, she tossed her white shirt onto the desk behind me and both hands on her hips, still clad in the dark skirt.

Barely restrained by the triangular bra cups, her rounded breasts spilled from both sides, her milky flesh radiant in the reflected light streaming through the window. Those circular nipples were more visible now that only sheer white lace hide them from my eyes. Reddish pink and firmly erect, the twin points crinkled the thin cloth as they pulsed urgently under my steady gaze.

When I glanced up at her, I found her staring down at my bare crotch. Following her blue eyes, I saw that while my cock was only about half hard, it had risen up from my between my thighs, twitching with renewed energy. Without lifting her gaze, the blonde placed both hands against my chest and slowly sank to the floor, her skirt riding high upon her pale legs. Sliding her open palms down my torso and onto the front of my thighs, she knelt between my feet and spread her knees apart, hiking the skirt even higher on her thighs. Her warm breath washed over the top of my jerking cock as it stretched out away from me but still pointing down toward the floor.

"Your penis definitely looks like it would benefit from some TLC."

Curling one hand around the base of my shaft, she lifted it up toward the ceiling and aimed the swelling knob to one side. Leaning closer, Ms. Compton extended her pink tongue. I caught my breath as she gently began to lap along the side of my stalk, bathing the flaming skin with her saliva, soothing the angry looking ridges left by the rigid metal. As she swung the swelling pole to the other side, she cradled my cockhead in her palm of her free hand, making certain that she covered the entire surface of my burgeoning shaft with her spit. Gazing down as she tenderly attended to my cock, I occurred to me that she looked exactly like she was licking butter off an ear of corn.

Keeping her lips loose, she slid up and down the full length of my shaft, her tongue curling around the underside, lapping at the tender ridges of skin left by the unyielding rings. As my cock continued to respond to the ministrations of her loving tongue and gentle hands, expanding in her loose grip, she slowed her pace, eventually coming to a full stop. Sitting back on her heels, she regarded my throbbing pole, now nearly fully erect and glistening with her saliva. Carefully, she circled the swollen bulb and ran her fist down the whole length of my pulsing shaft, until both hands pressed firmly against my balls. The dark skirt was almost high enough for me to see the shadow between her open thighs.

Briefly, the kneeling librarian lifted her gaze, a sly twinkle in her eyes behind the glasses.

"My my! That was certainly a swift recovery. Feeling better?"

Wetting my lips, I nodded. Trying to be subtle, I edged my hips forward, gently shoving the quivering head of my cock closer to her moist lips. Squeezing the base of my stiff rod, she smiled broadly.

"More?"

Again I nodded, my back arched and my hips now thrust well forward as she pulled my rounded bulb closer.

"I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you ask. Ask me. Ask me to suck your dick."

Roughly, the chesty blonde jerked my hard-on for emphasis, making sure that I knew she meant what she said. There was an intensity in her blue eyes that I hadn't seen before. And her apparent reluctance to call my cock anything but a clinical or more formal name was gone.

"Uh, Ms. Compton, would you suck my uh -, my cock, please?"

Smiling now, she began to post one fist up and down my trembling pole while keeping her other tight around the root of my shaft, still slick with her spit.

"You don't sound like you really mean it. Ask me again."

Taking a breath as she continued to pump me, I nodded once more.

"Please, Ms. Compton! Please suck my cock."

"Better."

While maintaining eye contact, she leaned forward and opened her mouth as the pink tip of her tongue darted out, touching the rounded end of my quivering cockhead. After flicking it back and forth, teasing the taut skin, she spread her lips wide and paused, my trembling bulb out of reach. Slowly, she leaned closer and swallowed the entire knob with surprising ease. As she sucked, her cheeks billowed in and out while her tongue expertly swirled all over the straining end of my hard-on.

From her initial unwillingness to name my cock, I would have guessed that she wasn't particularly adept at giving head. I was wrong. She was quite experienced, and it didn't take long until I could feel a churning in my balls. Her rhythmic squeezes at the base of my stalk grew bigger until she was openly jacking me into her mouth, double fisted pumps that encouraged the maximum amount of blood to flow into my raging hard-on. As she coordinated her hand strokes with her blonde head bobbing up and down, I started to pant, thrusting my rigid pole farther between her eager lips.

Suddenly, she pulled her mouth off my dripping wet cock and held it high, both fists tight around the base of the shaft as she examined the throbbing bulb. The single eye at the tip winked at her as she squeezed. Slowly, she ran one hand up my stalk until she gripped me just below the prominent rim that circled the knob. Without releasing me, she lifted her thumb and lightly rubbed the soft pad back and forth across the slit trying to coax it open.

After several determined passes of her thumb, the hole yawned wide, the dark cleft shiny with liquid. I heard her catch her breath as she pumped her fist down my pulsing shaft and then back up, milking more fluid out of my trembling cock until it overflowed the gaping crevice and dribbled down the underside of my shaft and onto her hand.

"Oh yesss!"

Beaming, she glanced up at me with an exultant look in her blue eyes.

"I knew I could get this nectar out of your big dick. Does it really taste as sweet as I've heard?"

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her hand away from my cockshaft and brought it up to her face. Still holding my gaze, she extended her tongue and lapped up the clear juice that coated it, snaking the pink tip in between her fingers and making a show of capturing every drop.

"I wouldn't know, Ms. Compton."

Smiling, she leaned over to twirl her tongue all around the rounded bulb as she squeezed another drop up the length of my pulsing cock. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she paused with her mouth hovering over the purplish cockhead, her lips brushing the taut surface as she spoke.

"Bill, when I'm sucking your big dick, I think you can call me by my first name. It's Nora."

"Yes Ma'am, uh - Ms. Compton. I mean, Nora."

With another smile, the kneeling woman spread her lips wide and devoured my entre knob again. Holding her head stationary, she began to milk me in earnest, drinking in the stream of fluid her pumping fist drew up my shaft. As her cheeks billowed in and out, she used first just the one hand to jack me into her eager mouth. But as she grew more enthusiastic, she released her firm grasp of the base of my stalk so she could employ both fists in a twisting, posting action.

Following the insistent rhythm of her pumping hands, I began to shove my hips back and forth, driving my hard-on deeper between her welcoming lips. Panting now as a massive orgasm fast approached, I curled my hands around the back of her head, keeping pace with her. We were both startled by the loud knock at the door.

"Bill, are you all right?"

It was Erica. The librarian didn't miss a beat, her slurping mouth sliding up and down on my oozing cockhead, her blonde head bobbing vigorously up and down.

"Yeah, Erica. I'm fine. Uh, I'll be out in a little bit."

There was a slight pause before my trainer asked.

"Is Ms. Compton in there with you?"

Looking down at the kneeling woman, I saw that her eyes were squeezed shut behind the glasses. She was in another world. She kept sucking and pumping her fists, intent on bringing my cock to a roaring climax. Gripping the blonde locks, I humped her pretty face as I struggled to come up with a reasonable response, one that would let Ms. Compton me get off while still preserving my chances to get in the Club. Although admittedly, that last concern was not in the forefront of my mind at the moment.

"Uh, sort of."

There was another pause before I heard keys jangling in the lock. Grunting now with each thrust into the slurping mouth, I tried to achieve release before my trainer opened the door. I was just about there when it swung open.

"What the -!!"

Her dark blue eyes flashing, Erika sprang forward and wedged herself into the cramped space, prying my hands away from the librarian's head. As she grabbed Ms. Compton's shoulder and yanked her off my throbbing hard-on, I saw Lydia and Amanda crowding in behind her, eyes wide as they took in the scene.

"I knew she was in here sucking you off. I saw that light in her eyes as she led you in here."

Once my dripping cockhead swung free of the suctioning lips, Erika grabbed my stiff pole just and squeezed. Hard. Capturing the gleaming bulb between her thumb and forefinger, she clamped down on the spongy knob and effectively shut off any spasms that might lead to ejaculation. I cried out under the fierce pressure and the sudden abruptness the shapely brunette used. As the two Club members stood in the doorway, watching Erika apply her viselike grip, I heard gasps from other coeds clustered behind them.

Sitting back on her heels, Ms. Compton had a dazed look on her face as she licked her lips, tasting me. She made no effort to cover her exposed chest, studying my trembling cock as Erika kept up the steady force on my cockhead. Even as my hard-on began to wilt, I couldn't help but admire the creamy curves spilling out of her lacy bra.

"I'm really disappointed in you, Bill. I thought you were far enough along that you didn't warrant close supervision in every scenario that we put you through.'

As the urgency to cum gradually faded, she gave my shrinking cock one final sharp pinch. Flicking her wrist, she threw my still thickened shaft down between my spread legs with more than a little animosity, watching it bounce before it came to a bobbing, twitching stop, still pointing out toward the older woman kneeling on the floor. As Erika turned toward the librarian, she glared down at her.

"Ms. Compton, we had hoped that you would have shown a bit more restraint."

Finally tearing her gaze from my swaying pole, the blonde shrugged, sending the milky flesh of her breasts jiggling.

"I got carried away."

"I guess so."

As Ms. Compton rose from the floor and reached behind me to retrieve her blouse, Erika suddenly noticed the audience that had gathered outside the door, peering around the two Club members trying to see into the tiny cubicle. Jerking her thumb toward the gawking group, she spoke to Lydia and Amanda.

"Why don't you two do crowd control while I get him back in his clothes."

Stepping around the librarian as she buttoned her tailored blouse, my trainer shut the door and handed me my cutoffs.

"We got here just in time, didn't we? Another minute, and who knows what I would have had to report to Club management?"

She paused as I jerked the shorts up my legs and stuffed my swollen cock inside. Carefully, I slid the zipper up and fastened the single button at the waist. Once I picked up my t-shirt, Erika nodded at me, a smile flirting on her lips.

"You might want to take that off."

She was staring at my neck. Not sure what she meant, I raised my hand to find that I'd completely forgotten about the leather collar that circled it. Quickly, I unbuckled it and jammed the black leather into the front pocket of my cut-offs. Handing me the metal and neon yellow display suit, she grinned.

"Here. You'll need this later."

While I wondered what she meant, she spun on her heels and watched Ms. Compton finish dressing. Meticulously, the chesty blonde tucked her white blouse back into her skirt, smoothing it in place so that the cotton was taut over her rounded globes. Looking down at the swollen pouch of my shorts, she asked

"Will I get to see him again?"

She was talking to Erika, as if I wasn't even there.

"Probably. I understand that are other scenarios being considered that involve faculty."

A broad smile crossed her pretty face. Reaching down, the tall blonde curled her hand around the shaft and squeezed me through the faded denim.

"Good. I hate to think that this was the only time I'd get to play with him. Next time, I'll get to drink his cum, right?"

Still smiling, Ms. Compton glanced up at my trainer as Erika opened the door. She shrugged.

"We'll see."

Standing guard immediately outside were Lydia and Amanda, both with their arms crossed and their legs apart. Without a backward look at the librarian, Erika grasped my arm, pulled me away and steered me into the larger room. As we passed the two Club members, they fell in step behind us while the crowd that had been waiting parted to let us through. Ignoring all the staring coeds, my trainer hustled me out of the building with Amanda and Lydia marching close behind. Once we were on the porch in the late afternoon sun, Erika spun me around. Although the earlier anger that had flashed in her deep blue eyes had dissipated, it was clear that she was still annoyed with me.