Rodney in the Library

Rodney heard the far-off ding of the elevator and muffled footsteps approaching his office. From his seat at his desk the door was to his left and he didn't have a clear line of sight out to the corridor. He turned his attention from the email he was writing to a daily calendar next to the computer monitor, which informed him that today was National Gin and Tonic Day, and also a Wednesday. That meant it was Jasmine headed in his direction along the carpeted floor of the stacks outside his open door. Probably just to say a quick hello before beginning her afternoon shift in the Special Collections library of the University of Kentucky.

Wednesday already? Rod thought to himself. Time flies when you're having fun. Or at least, when you're comfortable and content in your work--having fun would be a bit of a stretch. Keeping track of time or even the day of the week was not made any easier by a troglobitic existence for eight hours a day down here in the windowless basement of the campus library. The Special Collections floor housed exclusively rare, valuable, or out of print books and academic journals on every subject from raptor physiology to Russian fairytales. That's what made it so special. Rod was the head (and sole) librarian for the department and had been since moving to Lexington seven years ago.

The footsteps stopped as Jasmine's head leaned into the room to check that Rod was at his desk in the corner. Then the rest of her followed and she stood in the doorway, tall and lithe, befitting an intramural soccer player, backpack slung casually over one shoulder. She wore a light, lavender sweater over a blue tee and a white tennis skirt. These skirts seemed to Rod to be all the rage on campus for the past couple of years. When he took his brown-bagged lunch outside to the quad to get some much-needed sunlight afternoons he had to be careful not to let his gaze wander. He fought to keep his attention on her face now. She wore above the cardigan a bemused half smirk that made him worry, momentarily, that she knew what he was thinking about.

"Hi," she greeted, simply and cheerfully.

"Hey Jasmine," he replied, "how's your week been?"

Jasmine was nineteen, in her junior year and was one of three undergraduate students, along with Todd and Amber, paid by the university's work-study program to assist Rod for ten hours each week. Unlike the rest of the library on the first and second floors above, which were open to all students, the Special Collections were restricted access. A key was needed to ride the elevator down from the lobby or to open the basement door in the adjacent stairwell. Rod didn't receive many visitors: a couple-three graduate students or visiting scholars writing theses on obscure topics was about all the company he could expect each semester, other than his student workers. Because hosting visitors occupied so little of their time, the librarian and his trainees busied themselves processing inter-library loans and digitizing the material in the collection to make it available online.

It was an endless task, and the work was lonesome. The grant that funded the digitization effort provided for only two of the large, high-resolution Xerox scanners they needed. With one almost always in use by Rod, and the students' busy class schedules, their working hours were intentionally staggered and they didn't see much of one another. It wasn't for everyone. Fortunately, the current cohort of helpers was solitary in nature and experienced in its work: Todd, now a senior, had been assisting Rod for three years; Jasmine and Amber were hired together a year and half ago.

"It's OK. Classes have been kicking my ass," Jasmine sighed, and her shoulders slumped away from her dark auburn bob cut. Behind her cheerfulness, she seemed tired. "It's just that time of the semester. Sorry I wasn't in Monday."

"Don't worry about it," consoled Rod. "How did that history test go?"

"It went fine, I'm sure I got at least a B." One thing Rod respected about Jasmine and all his current assistants was that while they were good students who took their studies seriously, none was obsessed with maintaining a 4.0 GPA.

"I'll bet you did better than you expect, knowing you."

Jasmine lingered in the entranceway. This was typically about the extent of their catch-ups. Rod enjoyed Jasmine's company and felt their rapport was mutual, but neither was much of a chatterbox. Now in his early forties, he felt the difference in age between himself and the undergraduate populace at UK keenly. He was cautious in his friendliness, especially with the girls, lest it be mistaken for lechery. But something was clearly on Jasmine's mind today.

"Sure you're OK?" he prompted. "Anything I can do?"

Another long sigh. Jasmine leaned back against the doorframe and lowered her backpack to the floor at her feet. Rod's eyes followed its descent involuntarily, down past the firm cup of one breast, past an exposed sliver of pale midriff between Wildcat-blue t-shirt and skirt, and finally parallel to one long, smooth leg. As it came to rest on the carpet next to a white Keds sneaker, his eyes snapped back to Jasmine's face. The whole motion had lasted only a second and he hoped she hadn't noticed, but he thought the slight smirk in one corner of her mouth had grown and that he detected a faint glint and a playful squint in her eyes that hadn't been there a moment ago, before his attention was drawn away.

Oh well, he was only human, and if she caught him looking it wasn't the first time. A few months ago, he had come around the corner of one of the aisles to find her kneeling in the opposite direction, almost prone on the ground, reaching for a book she had kicked under the shelves. "Jasmine, have you seen the gray..." he had trailed off, treated to a perfect view of her round, bubble butt, clad tightly in a pair of faded jeans. In the endless stretch of time it took him to regain his train of thought she had time to collect the lost book and straighten her posture as she turned to look at him and raise an eyebrow inquisitively. Realizing exactly what had distracted him, she had smiled smugly as he, red-faced, muttered that he had suddenly remembered the location of the book cart and hurried away. It was the ghost of that smile she wore now in his office.

"Well, actually..." she stopped. Started over, whining, "It's just so hard to find a moment to really relax with finals coming up. It feels like there's a knot in my chest 24-7, no matter how much I study."

"I still have dreams sometimes about oversleeping for an exam," said Rod, truthfully. "Finals really are traumatic." He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. He was relieved she seemed to have let his momentary indiscretion slide but he empathized with her situation. He often had difficulty shutting off from work at the end of the day.

"Hey, Amber told me yesterday she was going to this lake this weekend, why don't you go with her? Take your mind off tests."

"She's bringing her boyfriend. Nothing against Derrick but I don't want to be a third wheel. Anyway, that's exactly what I'm talking about," Jasmine closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "They have each other when they want to," she paused for a split second, "unwind."

Rod blinked. If he understood Jasmine correctly, this was uncharted territory. The image of her ass straining against denim flashed unbidden to his mind and he pushed it away. He needed to wrap this conversation up; he needed to play dumb, pretend he didn't know what she was getting at.

Instead, he said, "well, there must be someone--I mean, don't you guys all use Apps to meet each other nowadays?" Boy, he felt old saying that.

Jasmine's dark brown eyes opened and held his for a beat before she answered, deliberately.

"I haven't found boys my age to be very effective at helping meunwind."

Rod gulped. He tried to force a chuckle but nothing came. The image came again, but this time Jasmine wore her little tennis skirt as she reached under the library shelves. She had her head pressed sideways against the ground and her back arched, her rear pointed up and directly at him. The skirt was hiked up, and Rod imagined two perfect, tanned globes...

Jasmine broke the tension by laughing nervously. Now it was she who looked flushed. She stooped to pick up her bag and leave but then paused, seeming to steel herself, and straightened up again. Rod, who hadn't realized he had been holding his breath, was midway through exhaling with relief when she stammered out, "Actually, since you offered, I was h-hoping you could help me." Her voice wavered and she took a deep breath. More confidently now, she echoed Rod's suggestion, "You know, take my mind off tests."

"Jasmine, now wait a minute..."

Despite the obvious expression of panic on Rod's face, his young assistant left her bag on the ground and walked forward into the room in a wide arc around his desk. As she did, she slipped out of her sweater and let it fall to the floor. Rod was speechless, noticing for the first time the small, symmetrical indentations protruding through her bra and t-shirt. As she rounded his desk, he pushed weakly backward on his armless leather rolling chair, which bought him all of two feet of space before the base collided with the wall behind him. Jasmine bridged the gap and, to his horror, knelt on the floor to his side. Rod realized his tactical error immediately: in his haste to create some distance between them he had removed himself from the cover of his desk. The bulge forming in his pants was conspicuous. Jasmine put her hand on his knee and with little effort rotated his body to face her. She broke eye contact and looked down at his lap. Her eyes widened.

"We can't do this," he said. It came out much more softly than he had intended.

When she spoke next, it was to the bulge in his pants. "I've seen the way you look at me, Rod. I won't tell anyone." Her voice sank to a husky, pleading whisper, "I just need a little relief. So I can focus on school."

Something inside Rod shifted. His instinct to protest was subsumed by another, deeper instinct. He quieted, waiting to see what would happen next.

Jasmine noticed the change in him. She shuffled forward slightly on her knees and her hand moved up his leg to make contact with the impression of his stiffening erection that was materializing down one leg of his loose khakis. She clasped her hand around the outline and looked up for him to tell her to stop. When no reprimand came, she began to rub it tenderly through the material, feeling it twitch and continue to grow in response to her touch. Heat radiated through the fabric. She reached forward with both hands to undo his belt and pant button and pull down the zipper of his fly. Her hands went to his waist and grasped his pants by the belt, her fingers slipping under the elastic of his boxer shorts. She looked at him again.

Rod was suddenly aware of the reverberation of his own heartbeat against his eardrums and the silence all around them. This was his last opportunity to put a stop to everything. He couldn't think straight. His arms, which had been hanging stupidly to his sides, reached up. He knew he should remove Jasmine's hands from where they held his clothing. Instead, he braced against the edges of his oversized chair seat and flexed his hips forward towards the girl, lifting his butt up off the leather. Jasmine smiled and pulled on his trousers and underwear, struggling slightly to wiggle them down over his hips and ass. With those hurdles cleared, she continued to pull them down his thighs, until Rod's now fully erect penis sprang up before her like a jack in the box.

"Oh wow, Rod," she gasped, "if I'd known were hiding this I would have made a move sooner."

She abandoned his pants and as if in a religious trance reached for the totem before her. Rod groaned as her petite hand wrapped around his shaft and greeted it with a slow, investigative pump: up, down, up again, as if testing out the elasticity of the skin. Precum precipitated at its tip and transfixed Jasmine's attention as her hand descended a second time. Her smile had slackened and the tip of her tongue poked out of her mouth in concentration.

She let go abruptly when she felt his legs working. They were bound close at the knees by the partially removed clothing, but he was only sliding off his shoes using his heels. Taking the hint, Jasmine pulled his pants the rest of the way off. Freed from the constraint, Rod parted his legs and the girl scooched between them, closer to him still. Her right hand returned immediately to its work, the grip firmer now, no longer testing; her left hand rested absentmindedly on his thigh, but even that point of bare contact between them did not go unnoticed by him. She coaxed his sex now with a steadier rhythm only a little more fast-paced than before. He groaned again in satisfaction.

Rod's size, if above average, was not exceptional. He could not know that it was the biggest and certainly thickest cock Jasmine had ever personally encountered, but her complete fascination with the object of her ministrations was apparent. She could feel its veins bulging under her thumb and fingers and she stroked it. The head erupting from her grip with each downward pump was an engorged, fleshy geyser. Every movement sent an electric jolt through Rod's body as he slumped backward as far as his chair rest allowed. He let his unfocused gaze float upward to avoid staring at the girl. As if his looking might embarrass her, as if she were paying any attention to his face at all. Her left hand crept smoothly up his thigh as she worked her supervisor's stiff member. As its fingers made contact with his abdomen, he felt the hand removed, and the pumping of its counterpart slowed although its grip did not release. A moment later, the left hand returned to cup his balls. Just as Rod glanced down to try to offer some expression of appreciation for this new delight, Jasmine angled his erection toward her and he witnessed the swollen and glossy head of his penis disappear between her supple, parted lips.

"Oh fuck," he let out, placing one hand gently on her shoulder with his thumb on her t-shirt at her collarbone and his fingers at the back of her slender neck and shoulder. He applied no pressure--he had no desire to interrupt her--and his touch was received as it had been intended: a tactile show of appreciation for the sensations the young woman was delivering.

Jasmine moaned as the salty taste of his precum filled her mouth. She sucked on the mushroom glans with aplomb and her tongue lapped back and forth under the sensitive ridge beneath its tip. At the same time, she resumed jerking him off, the range of motion reduced now so as not to disrupt her oral efforts. She fondled his balls with her left hand. They were hairier than those of the boys her age, and they filled her soft palm with a satisfying heft. Somewhere behind the animal fog of lust that filled her head, she reminded herself that she wasn't pleasuring a boy. She was on her knees in her place of work pleasuring a man twice her age. The growth she herself had elicited in the throbbing tool in her hand, the sounds and expression of obvious enjoyment from her older colleague who held onto her tenderly by the neck, and the briny fluid he continued to spew into her waiting mouth were all the testament she needed. She felt as though he was under her control. She felt powerful.

Rod had never experienced such exquisite and multifaceted fellatio. His knob was being buffed, waxed, and polished--all at once! "What are they teaching you girls at this school?" he queried between ragged breaths.

*shwop* She pulled off, breaking the suction. She leaned back and pulled her tight blue t-shirt up over her head, exposing a no-nonsense cream-colored athletic bra. Her fairy tale breasts were neither too big nor too small and they filled it out perfectly. It pushed them together to exaggerate her cleavage. Rod's cock twitched at the sight of her.

"Some things can't be taught. Guess I'm a natural," she retorted coyly, the confidence in her own voice surprising her and turning her on even more. "God, I'm so horny, but I don't want to stop."

Reaching out to grip him now at the base of his shaft she took him hungrily back into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, emitting small slurping sounds as she swallowed more and more of his length with each crane of her neck. Her not-quite-shoulder-length hair swung and brushed her ears as she blew him. She was able to take a little more than half of Rod's penis without gagging and so descended no further, bobbing to that point like a high water mark two or three times in quick succession and then once slowly, applying suction. Rod relished the feeling and ran his fingers through her hair as he watched his member emerge from and disappear into the coed's hot mouth, watched her flushed cheeks pucker when she took him in deep, almost to her throat. Her saliva dribbled down to where her fingers, nestled in his dark pubic hair, clutched him to hold his appendage steady. She carried on like this for over a minute, pausing twice to catch her breath and run her tongue slowly up the underside of his dick from bottom to top. Now he couldn't take his eyes off her, and occasionally she looked up and locked eyes with him as she sucked him off.

Rod began to worry about upholding his end of the bargain.

"Please," he suggested, putting his hands on her bare shoulders and pushing her softly off him. "I can't hang on like this much longer."

Wiping her lower lip against the back of one wrist, Jasmine stood and climbed onto his lap. The seat of his office chair was just large enough to accommodate her knees on either side of him. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Momentarily shy, she held it in place, hands cupped over her breasts. Rod brushed the straps off her shoulders one at a time to fall at her side, and Jasmine lowered the garment, revealing her breasts to the man she had worked with for the last year and half. Her softball-sized tits hung perfectly in place as their support fell away, defying Newtonian physics. Her nipples, small and pink with only a modest areola encircling each, pointed up and out, her arousal plain to see. With Jasmine kneeling at her full height they hovered just above Rod's head like celestial bodies, twin suns, radiant to look at.

Rod's hands went to either side of her narrow waist and imprinted into its taut, smooth skin. He pulled her lower by her love handles to gain access to those orbs, and both gasped and locked eyes when the head of his penis first bumped against her pantie-clad crotch. It nestled in her cleft behind the damp fabric there. He felt a great heat emanating from her through the thin membrane. Jasmine felt she was on fire, the need to be filled by him was overwhelming. Almost unconsciously, she paused in her descent to flex her hips and buttocks, rubbing herself with minute motions against the tip of the would-be intruder. She felt it push, barricaded, in vain, against her most sensitive and intimate opening. She felt sparks shoot through her as her incremental movements dislodged it from that hallowed place to crest over her concealed clit and back again. By now she was dripping wet.

Rod held onto her waist but otherwise lay back in his chair, allowing the sex-crazed college student to stimulate herself against his cockhead. He couldn't see what was happening beneath the tennis skirt but he could feel the need in her movement and in the state of her now-soaked undergarment. He knew he was continuing to secrete also and that Jasmine was smearing his precum against her panties as she maneuvered herself against him. Her eyes were closed and her pert boobs heaved above him. After a time he reached for them and she willingly settled down more firmly onto the stiff penis between her legs, feeling first its bulge and then its entire length rubbing along her pussy through her underwear as she did, finally coming to rest with his enlarged member pressed between her groin and his belly.

When the suns had set below the horizon of his eyeline he moved one hand to the middle of her back and pulled her closer to him, taking her left breast into his mouth. With his other hand he cupped her right breast and kneaded the flesh. He devoured her ravenously, swirling his tongue around her nipple before sucking on it eagerly. With his hand he plied and massaged the fullness of her other breast, only lightly grazing the nipple with his thumb every few seconds. She sighed contentedly as he feasted. When he switched up his approach, abandoning the nipple in his mouth with a final light nibble to kiss and suck at the skin adjacent, and toying with the pink apex of the breast in hand, pinching and rolling it between thumb and forefinger, she moaned. Every tweak of her sensitive peaks sent a tingle through her. As she succumbed to this assault she continued to hump him weakly. Rod reeled back and then latched onto the opposite tit with his mouth and continued to lavish oral attention on the young lady straddling him.

Jasmine began to gyrate more forcefully against him. Her hips had a mind of their own. He felt his erection being ground against his abdomen as the groove of Jasmine's womanhood slicked up and down along its underside, liberally lubricated by a combination of saliva and her juices. Soon they both began to tire of the thin piece of wet fabric separating her sex from his. She leaned away from him and reached down between them to hike up the waistband of her tiny skirt. His eyes followed her right hand back down to where their bodies met. Her pink, cotton panties were so wet he could almost make out the upper half of her slit through the semi-transparent pink material.

Jasmine raised herself up slightly. Rod's freed penis, lifting away from his body in attempted perpendicularity, maintained contact and nestled in the crease of her left thigh. She glanced it softly with one knuckle of her middle finger as she pulled the fabric at the crotch of her panties to the opposite thigh and her teenage pussy came fully into the librarian's view. His cock, only an inch to the right of this immaculate opening, twitched and throbbed as if it might enter the young woman of its own accord. She was shaved perfectly smooth. He thought he might pass out. His vision narrowed but in its upper periphery he became vaguely aware of the white of a teasing smile as with her index finger, Jasmine delicately spread herself open, ever so slightly. Her lips were perfectly pink, they were like petals of some incredible flower parting. She glistened. Her small but swollen clit peaked out from behind velvety folds.

He was mesmerized; until only a few minutes ago, the most sexual interaction between them had been their awkward and fully-clothed encounter in the library stacks back in January. Now his student helper--a generation removed from Rod, a girl who seemed socially outgoing, who was punctual and prim and worked hard at the library, and had never so much as mentioned her dating life to her supervisor--was baring herself debauchedly to him.

"Please," she begged, interrupting his reverie, "I'm on the pill."

Wordlessly he gripped his own shaft and positioned himself against her pussy. A visible shiver ran through her at the first unobstructed contact between their enflamed genitals and she resisted the urge to skewer herself on him right then. They needed no additional lubrication but Rod rubbed the head of his cock up and down her moist slit all the same, teasing her exposed clit. She squirmed, impatient. He settled the bulbous head into her opening and, securely lodged, let go and reached around with both hands to grip her athletic young ass. He slid her toward him--their thighs were coated in a sheen of sweat and there was little friction--and both watched, fascinated, as his erection sank into her. She felt a strength she had not anticipated in him as he moved her body with ease, and then a strength shehad dared to hope for as his thick penis pushed into her. She could not remember ever being this worked up, this wet. Her handful of sexual encounters to date had not lasted even this long, start to finish, and here they were just getting on with the main event.

"Fuck," she exhaled, almost by accident, as she snapped back to the present and realized that even with so much of his equipment stuffed inside her, there was still daylight between them, that Rod was still pulling her into him and probing into her a fraction of an inch at a time. After a few seconds, he stopped, pushed her away slightly, then reversed again, going deeper this time. Jasmine had never felt her pussy stretch so wide, and when Rod finally bottomed out it triggered in her inexperienced young body a sensation of fullness and satiation unlike any she had ever felt. Her smooth mound bumped up against the wiry hair of his pubis and a small orgasm passed through her, radiated out from the foreign object lodged inside.

"Oh God, Rod," she quivered, impaled on his lap.

Rod allowed himself to feel flattered at this lyrical praise and smiled. Buried inside what felt like a tight, liquid sheath that contracted around him, he remained still. He wasn't sure he could move if he wanted to or that if he did, he wouldn't finish immediately. The pleasure of her vaginal grip and the sight before him--nubile breasts adorned with erect pink baubles only a few inches from his face, the tennis skirt he usually feigned to ignore hung messily around a narrow waist, girlish panties thrust to one side by his engulfed penis--were enough to push him over the edge immediately, if he wasn't careful.

"You feel incredible," he told her as the orgasm passed.

Her grip relaxed some and he felt more in control, which was fortunate, as she soon draped her arms over his shoulders and began to rock against him from her position of greater leverage. Her waist undulated like a belly dancer and he brought his hips up in time with her thrusts. The range of motion in this position was limited. Rod's cock withdrew from Jasmine's dripping snatch only a couple of inches before plunging back inside, but the feeling was extraordinary. Jasmine felt the familiar warmth of a good workout in the muscles of her abdomen and upper thighs as she flexed her hips forward to grind her clitoris along the top of Rod's shaft. His dick was coated in her fluids. Her vulva, like a silk squeegee, pushed the gooey product of their sex toward the base where it pooled and trickled down his balls, dripping onto the leather.

They fucked each other on the office chair for several minutes with wanton abandon. The surprise of the encounter and the pent up desire of so many months working platonically and alone down here with this lithe young creature made Rod worry his penis might actually explode from systolic pressure. Jasmine, despite having no frame of reference as to what would constitute a typical erection for her supervisor, felt as though this engorged appendage were splitting her in two. She couldn't believe it fit inside her tiny pussy but she couldn't get enough. The squelching sounds of their exchange, punctuated by an occasional moan, echoed out into the deserted basement through the open door.

"Slow down, please." Rod eventually had to yield before he boiled over. Jasmine acquiesced by sinking all the way down onto him and grinding in place. Rod couldn't help himself from fondling and suckling at her bosom again as it came toward him. He handled her more roughly now, which she appreciated, and the girl panted as she felt another climax approaching.

"You're really doing terrific work down here in the collection," Rod joked, his mouth only an inch removed from theal dente nipple it had just been clinging to. He began necking her just above the collarbone, and he cupped both of her titties firmly in his hands and thumbed her nipples upward. "I'm lucky to have such enthusiastic helpdown here," he punctuated this praise by raising his buttocks up off the chair to push his cock a fraction of an inch deeper inside her, and it set her off like a rocket.

"Aa-uhhh..." she grunted gutturally as she came on top of him.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, like they do after a really big yawn. It wasn't poised, the tears and the primal sound she emitted and the way her spine arched reflexively and a shudder rippled through her whole body, but she didn't care. Her reputation wasn't on the line, like it could be when she screwed one of her classmates. The fella she rode now was two decades her senior and he fucked her like he had spent every day of their age gap practicing to give her the release she sought. It would be rude to do anything other than enjoy it fully. Besides, he certainly wasn't going to tell anyone about their illicit romp. Her pussy clamped down him like a vice as the wave of bliss washed over her.

"I'm just happy to have the opportunity to assist you," she tried to play along, when she came down from her high and regained the ability to form a sentence.

"Do you want to stop? Have you had enough?" Rod asked earnestly, sensing exhaustion in her voice but reluctant to hear the answer.

Jasmine rarely got off more than once, even on the afternoons when her roommate was in chemistry lab and she could play with herself alone in their dorm room without fear of interruption. She might tease herself for up to an hour before getting off, imagining scenarios with guys (or sometimes girls) from her classes or with her professors... or with Rodney from the library. But the conclusion of her solo sessions was just that: a singular finale. With a partner, she was lucky to achieve even that. But something about sex with Rod was different. She already felt a second wind building inside her, like she could go all afternoon.

"Please don't stop fucking me," she mewled. "I'll make up for the work I'm missing, Rod. Just. don't. sto--uhg!"

His hands moved to grip her ass from beneath. He pushed up from the chair to stand straight up and allow her lower legs to swing forward out from under her knees. She was still mounted fully on his pole as he stood. Before she could wrap her legs around him he perched her on the edge of his desk and slipped out of her. He lowered her upper thighs until the balls of her feet rested on the ground. He was still as hard as a rock. Jasmine felt a void where he had been and immediately ached for him to bury his magnificent gift inside her again, but Rod had other plans.

Like in a movie, he leaned around her and pushed the piles of books stacked haphazardly behind backwards to give her room to lean back. The farthest row of books at the back tumbled off the desk to the floor. When he looked down again to where her disheveled panties had slid partially back into place to cover her ravaged pussy, Jasmine noticed that he barely caught her eye. There was a hungry look to him now she had never seen before and she realized that she wasn't the only one operating on animal instinct. He was more mature than her, yes, but this offering of her young, unblemished body had flipped a switch inside the older man. He removed his shirt. His penis protruded from his body at an upward angle, like a flagpole, without a hint of limpness. She felt a thrill at the thought that he craved being inside her again as badly as she wanted it.

So it surprised her when, after taking a brief reprieve to lift each of her long legs in turn and remove her shoes, and pull her soaked pink panties down and off over her ankle socks, Rod knelt on the ground before her. She barely had time to register his intentions before her colleague had lifted her thighs up over and onto his shoulders with a firm grip and with a talented tongue tucked into her spread pussy as if to a succulent meal. Rod lapped at her with gusto, inhaling her scent and relishing the sweet, clean taste of the horny undergrad. With his tongue flattened he licked her slit in long strokes, from bottom to top, twice, a third time, eliciting whimpers of desire from Jasmine. He looked up at her from between her thighs, over her hairless mons.

"I'm glad to be able to thank you for all your help here," he said as he inserted an index finger inside her. She gasped with relief, grateful to have any part of him enter her again. He returned to licking her, now gently flicking her clit with his tongue as he pumped his finger slowly in and out between the folds of her pussy.

"Oh yeah, just like that!" Jasmine cried out quietly, gripping her lover's hair with one hand. Her hips bucked as he finger-fucked her and tongued her love button. This was a new ecstasy, in some ways more similar to self-pleasure than their intercourse, but exciting in its unpredictability. Only her boyfriend in high school, Brandon, had ever gotten so close a look at her womanhood, and only then after more than a year of gradual intimacy. The man eating her out expertly now, who had her completely at his mercy with a single digit, was a stranger to her outside of work. Impossibly, she thought she might come again already.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, "Ah-uh, mmm... Oh fuck, right there, ah-uh..."

Rod sucked her clit into his mouth as he curled his finger inside the writhing beauty on his desk. A few times he pulled back, just to watch his pointer slip in and out of her and take in the sight of her immaculate snatch. She was coated from thigh to thigh in the glossy fluid she expelled like nectar to draw him in. He saw her reach with one hand to squeeze her own breast and pinch at the nipple and he knew she was close. He cock throbbed, it felt hot and heavy like a lump of hot iron dangling between his crouched legs. He retracted his finger and conferred one last, parting lick... and then probed his tongue deep into her opening, once, for good measure, his nose bumping against her clit. He pulled away.

Jasmine had been right on the brink. The fog in her mind had returned and she wanted nothing except to be railed by her superior until her legs gave out. As Rod stood, she slid off the desk and turned, pushing the remaining books before her off the far edge to join the others. Now in only her skirt and socks, she bent over the desk and looked back at him.

"Oh, Rod!" she feigned surprise. "I dropped a book, you're just in time to help me find it."

She wiggled her ass and winked seductively, her toned legs shoulder width apart and her calf muscles straining as she stood on tip-toe to push her rear up toward him. Her pink folds were dewy and in bloom. The pucker of her anus, which she was too shy to ever display to a man before, shone like a forbidden star guiding Rod to treasure below. He took a single step forward and guided his erection like a homing missile smoothly into her bunker of waiting pussy in a single, fluid motion.

"I think I can reach it," he said. His voice seemed deeper now.

"You're almost there," she cooed under him.

He sank all the way into her without stopping. She did not need gentleness now, nor for Rod to behave like a gentleman, and they both knew it. He steadied his footing and thrust into her with deliberate, forceful strokes, drawing sharp gasps from her, withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained inside. She lowered her forehead to the cool wood of the desk and savored the surreal feeling of her tight pussy accommodating his thickness again and again. He grunted from the effort. The sound as the middle-aged man behind her used her supple young body for his own release and the position she had assumed made her feel like a whore, which added to the building physical sensations its own kind of emotional thrill. She imagined one of the librarians upstairs walking in to find her like this, tits pressed against the desk, nipples swollen and distended in obvious arousal, hindquarters enthusiastically presented to her department head who was forty-something and drilling into her dripping teenage pussy from behind.

As if reading her dirty mind, Rod extended his left hand to grab a fistful of her straight, dark hair. A fistful was about all there was to grab. With each forward movement, his thighs met her firm, round ass cheeks. Like her boobs, they seemed to him to defy gravity. His balls swung against her clit where he had been sucking and licking only a minute ago. He didn't pull on her hair with enough force to lift her head off the desk but instead held onto it with a steady pressure as if for stability. Jasmine lifted her head back anyway.

"Give it to me!" she couldn't believe what she was saying. His penis plunged into her again, forcing her to exhale and draw in a deep breath before speaking next. "Keep fucking me with that thick cock! Ah-uh... I love it!"

His right hand gripped her ass. His thumb slipped into the crevice and began to rub small circles around her anus. She put her head back down and began to thrust her ass backward to meet him. She felt him push one knuckle of his thumb inside her asshole and a jolt went through her. Her pussy oozed around his member. He released her hair and, leaning over her, moved instead to grope her left breast. He was everywhere on her. No part of her was secret from him and he left no part of her form unassailed. The stimulation was overwhelming. Through it all, he continued to fuck her from behind, unrelenting.

"Rod, yes, Rod, ah-uh..." she babbled, "I'm all yours! It's so fucking good!"

She wasn't sure how much time passed like this before he withdrew from her again, his dick thwacking against her inner thigh wetly as he pulled out. He lowered her skirt over her hips and down past her knees and she stood and stepped out of it. She really did feel unsteady on her feet: wish granted. But the heat and longing in her groin remained. She turned to face him.

Rod lifted her by her hips back onto the edge of the desk, just as he had done when he ate her out. His penis nudged up against her stomach below her bellybutton. It seemed like a familiar and beloved friend to her now, and her loins stirred with anticipation of it filling her again. This cavity within her was insatiable. Rod lifted her thighs up and as they slowly ascended, she lay back onto the bare desk, her torso maintaining a right angle with her legs. Her breasts flattened against her chest somewhat as Rod moved into position before her and rested her legs upright against his chest and shoulders. He pulled off her socks affectionately.

Without further delay or fanfare, he entered her again. He gave a couple of trial thrusts in and out, not going all the way at first, and she squirmed to position herself a little over the edge of the desk to allow him unfettered access. When he buried himself completely within her on the third stroke, it was deeper than in either previous position and the eyes of both participants went wide. From this vantage, Rod allowed himself to enjoy the eroticism of watching his erection penetrate his young and willing friend. She was still so wet, he could pull completely out and, if he was careful not to lose his position, enter her again from the gate without use of his hand. Her labial folds lapped against him like a soft, wet glove on the outstroke and seemed to accompany him inside when he pressed himself into her. Sheathed completely to the hilt, he marveled again at the naked splendor wrapped around his cock, a mystery to him only minutes ago when she started her shift.

Rod began to move with a faster, more urgent rhythm. He held onto her thighs. As it plumbed her depths, Jasmine felt Rod's pulsing instrument striking a new chord within her from this angle that she hadn't felt before. Rod turned his attention up away from their debauched and unprofessional union to her face and they stared into each other's eyes. They were both breathing hard but were otherwise quiet. The wet, physical sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. No words were needed now for them to convey the building pleasure they were providing one another. No words could do it justice.

Jasmine whimpered and her expression became desperate, pleading. She looked so young sprawled out on the desk before him. He cocked one eyebrow at her and she gave a small nod of confirmation. Rod thrust harder and she felt a great pulse of his erection inside her. As the first jet of his semen erupted into her she reached crescendo and convulsed.

"Baby, I'm there," he moaned, as if she hadn't noticed his warmth splashing into her canal. The grip of his hands on her legs tightened as he expelled his generous deposit into this Aphrodesian vessel.

"Keep coming inside me!" she reinforced happily as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. He felt waves of another sort ripple along her inner walls around him as her pussy milked his spurting cock for all it was worth, the contractions of her vaginal muscles so strong they were almost painful to him. It had been years since Rod had been so thoroughly turned on and the librarian pumped load after load into his eager trainee. To Jasmine, her manager's ejaculation felt like a torrent unleashed at her very core, a sticky floodwater propelled toward her cervix. It seemed like he might never stop coming. Her success in provoking such a sustained and forceful reaction from the older man and the feeling of his hot seed filling her up only prolonged and intensified her own final release.

When the pair finally came down from their shared climax, Rod let her legs down gently as his softening dick slipped from her silky folds. His seed dribbled from her onto the edge of the desk and from there, dripped onto the carpet. The whole office smelled of sweat and sex. He stepped away and reached across to the other side of his large desk for tissues and handed the box to her. Jasmine sat up and took the box gratefully.

There was an awkward pause as they both took stock of the room: books in disarray on the floor; clothes crumpled and strewn about, a pair of panties off to their side that was far too wet to be worn home comfortably; bodily fluids smeared all over each other and the furniture and the rug. Jasmine handed Rod the first tissue and began to laugh, softly.

"Well, thanks Rod," she said, "I feel much more clear-headed. I oughta ace my finals now. Good luck cleaning up in here!"

Rod reached down to pick up that fiendishly short tennis skirt and traded it for the tissue. He grinned. That seemed like a fair deal to him.