The rest of the library was occupied.
In the children's section, the city mayor was performing an animated read-along for kindergarteners. A few paces down, the team of library volunteers was shaving down the line at the check-out desk. On the second floor, a horde of high-school students had arrived by bus and was using all of the reserved computers. And in just an hour or so, the city book club would be having their monthly meetup.
Inside the back room, the librarian had her glasses sitting evenly on the bridge of her nose despite the circumstance. Her damp palm reached and pressed against the white painted wall, almost shivering at the coldness of its austerity. Her chin rested on the pillow clutched in her fists.
The eight-or-nine-year-old boy, because he had had such a handsome face and because his lightsome eyes had been so interested in the way the Librarian's breasts moved under her cardigan while she taught him how to operate the public printers, had both hands on her bare hips where there was a subtle transition between her slim waist and curvaceous ass.
He wore just his grey hoodie and nothing else. After being invited into the back room where there was more privacy, the brown-haired boy had unbuckled his denim jeans and slid them down to his shoes with his cartoon briefs following suit. He kicked them off until he was bottomless.
The boy stood among her nude from the waist down as if she had bathed him that afternoon and every other afternoon prior to that one. It would have been a nice treat for the Librarian, he had the toned leg muscles of an active youth and a well-formed boyish rear end.
The door to the room was locked. Only five or so library employees had the key to unlock it. The walls were soundproof. The loveseat they were putting their weight on was unsoiled and in sturdy condition.
They had permission to let passions run loose.
With his heavy imposing shaft projecting out from his hairless groin where it was pointed and aimed to stab deep into her moist, parting labia, the boy breathed hot air down her back and stared at the blonde chignon the woman had her hair styled into. He seemed to be waiting for permission, wanting to say something like: "Can I please fuck you until you're unable to walk, Ms. Librarian?"
She looked over her shoulder and met the youth's hungry stare. Her delicate lips were brushed over with a fine crimson that shone. She was burning up inside and her eyes were watering with a strange flavor of lust. "Now fuck me," She said to him softly, "Like a dog."
He needed nothing more. His hard cock rammed into her pussy and lodged itself deep inside her narrow cunt. His eager male flesh made a home out of the Librarian's steaming tunnel where there was hardly enough room to accommodate his girth. The woman cried out in surprise and pleasure, moaning at the wall like a breeding bitch as the boy used one hand on her shoulder to better his powerful strokes and wreck her pussy as if he had been continually deprived of sex since being born.
"Oooooh! Ooooooohh!" She moaned aloud, having no interest in quieting herself as her ample bare breasts bounced madly underneath her. Instead, she pushed back into the boy using her hand on the wall until every corner and crevasse of her pussy had been effectively pounded into submission by his domineering shaft.
The Librarian was twenty-nine years old and quietly lost her mother to a stroke the night before. Her sister told her while weeping over the phone. The librarian had been dressing for work at the time. She drove to work thinking of the stressful lectures her mother used to subject her to.
Ever since her breasts had sprouted out from her chest and began to draw in the attention of the opposite sex wherever she went, her mother would point to her wide hips and well-endowed bosom before nagging her about how perfect her body was suited for childbearing. How she'd conceive without trouble and give birth with less pain than most. And in each of those conversations, she'd be scolded by her mother for choosing to study in college instead of marrying and using her God-given gift to bear children.
Her knees were burrowing into the seat cushions and she angled up her feet so that her soles were pushing up against his buttocks as they clenched and pumped forward.
He was groaning quite heavily behind her, enjoying the pussy offered up to him. His balls repeatedly tensed up and swelled against her clitoris. Being ravished like this sent shockwaves through her body. Her well-lubricated cunt was squeezing hard onto his penis as it pistoned and tapped on the entrance to her womb with each thrust, making its forceful presence known. With her eyes rolled to the top of her head in ecstasy, her mind cried out: "He's fucking me! I'm being fucked! He's making me pregnant!"
Only two men in her life have been where the boy was now balls deep inside of, neither of them holding a candle to the pounding she was now on the receiving end of.
She'd nearly forgotten how firm male flesh felt when it was buried deep in her pink insides and was equally amazed at the effect this boy was having on her. It could be dangerous. The Librarian was becoming addicted to his enormous cock.
Her chignon had come loose from the small vigorous hand that had moved from her shoulder to her hair. In any other circumstance, she would have been annoyed over having to make another appointment with her stylist. But as the honey-colored tresses of her hair were gathered up and pulled back by the boy's hand, her animalistic moaning seemed to be egging him on.
His other hand abandoned her hip and traveled to her breasts, where the mounds of flesh were flattened against the armrest. The boy sunk his fingers into the one closest to him, exploring the ample flesh as he kept impaling her.
He used his skillful hips and landed five deep and patient strokes that planted love taps against her cervix. Then he was brought over the edge.
His strokes suddenly became shorter and harder. The Librarian sensed the boy was about to ejaculate. She put more force into the soles of her feet where they were still flat against the boy's round butt.
He pulled hard on her locks and his body stiffened, his toned stomach smacked against her plump ass. The Librarian felt her orgasm arrive and shook lightly as a look of bliss overtook her delicate features.
His shaft swelled up inside her narrow cunt with his cockhead just outside of her womb. He started up his thrusting again, pumping hard through her tunnel, savoring the feel of her pussy sliding down the length of his naked dick. He pistoned deep and made a long groan.
"Aah!" Something hot and sticky hit her cervix, like a little moist kiss that sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her. She gasped at the feeling. The boy pounded his throbbing cock even deeper, forcing a gasp from the Librarian as the fat head of his cock knocked painfully on her creamed cervix.
The entrance to her womb proved a weak barrier against the boy's massive and insistent penis. He rammed again and the head of his cock forced its way into her womb. His balls rose up underneath him and emptied another load of semen that was deposited straight into her womb.
Having realized the boy was spilling his seed directly into her womb, The Librarian felt another orgasm coming and began to move her ass back, working his cock even deeper into her pussy as it swelled and spurted jets of his fertile sperm impossibly deep into her cunt.
With each wave of pleasure brought on by loads of sperm spraying forcefully onto the untouched territory of her womb, the Librarian softly squealed with delight. And using her pussy, nursed at his throbbing cock with ripples running down the length of his shaft.
The boy rammed hard again, coaxing another potent pulse of youthful sperm to strike the back of her fertile womb, the Librarian was hit with an explosive orgasm that sucked in every drop of semen that had been released into her, making certain that none of the youthful vigors that had been pounded into her would seep out.
As he spewed his final loads of semen inside of her, her pussy became slick with his essence, the Librarian could hardly believe so much of it had come from a boy so young. Her body shivered with pleasure that overwhelmed her mind and body. Then finally, his balls had sufficiently emptied themselves and the boy collapsed on top of her with a groan of satisfaction.
Breathing heavily with sweat running down her brow, the Librarian focused her attention on the wet warmness that lingered inside of her after the boy had pulled his cock from her well-fucked pussy.
Afterward, the Librarian lay face up along the length of the loveseat with the boy resting completely naked on top of her. Staring up at the ceiling, she could almost feel his healthy sperm burrowing itself deep into her waiting egg, securing her fertilization. The boy's cheek was against her bosom. She ran a hair through his messy brown hair, envying his mother for having birthed such a beautiful son. The Librarian had borrowed his dick, just for a while.
She would have to explain why her hair had come undone, the aroma of sex in the room, and why there had been a boy in there with her.
None of it worried her. She could think her way out of it all.
"Ma'am," The boy said, looking up at her, his brown eyes pouring into her blue eyes like an exchange of fluid. "Can we do it again?"
Then slowly a loving smile crept across her face. She took his hand and placed it upon her breast. "As many times as you like."