The Librarian picks up her special latte at the coffee shop on her way to the library. Not even twenty four hours have passed since her rendezvous with the construction crew and she cannot stop thinking about it. She rushes the rest of the way, immensely horny. Belt Buckle gives his silent greeting nod as usual. She reaches out to him mentally with a request.
I want you to fuck me.
His mind lights up in response. While he is enthralled, she can feel that he is willingly so. Not once has he put up any resistance to the situation.
She locks the front door behind her and leads him back to the bookshelves near the big wooden librarian's desk where she sets down her things. They duck just into the aisle, out of view from the plate glass windows and door at the front of the building. He stares into her eyes, waiting for her to initiate, his jeans beginning to strain. Undoing his belt buckle slowly, she looks up at him over the top of her glasses. It clatters to one side; she unfastens the button and begins unzipping his jeans. She feels his breaths sharpen as she lowers them, the shape of his now fully erect penis clearly visible under the white fabric of his underwear, restrained to one side.
Kneeling down, she uses both hands to lower the elastic waistband and, having misjudged the safe distance, is smacked in the left cheek by his hard cock fleeing its confinement. She takes it in both hands and admires its dimensions, feels its warmth. Of all the penises she has seen recently in this town, this is still her favorite. She begins to stroke him with both hands slowly. His eyes are closed in silent bliss. Working up a mouthful of saliva, she spits on top of his erection and spreads it around, caressing him, pumping slightly faster. She takes his swollen head into her mouth, still working her hands up and down together in a steadily increasing rhythm. Her mouth slides deeper down his shaft. She again reaches out mentally.
Fuck me from behind.
She stands up and looks back into his eyes, then turns around, bends over, pulls her yellow knee-length skirt up above her smooth round ass, and places her hands on the bookshelves for support. She has stopped bothering to wear underwear. His large hands feel rough against the soft skin of her hips, calloused from a decade of working with them. His bulging, pink head slides along her wet lips and she lets out a gasp. As he pushes inside she uses her leverage on the bookshelves to press herself back into him. She feels his entire length enter her, fill her up. He grabs her hips firmly and begins to thrust slowly. Her ass recoils erotically with each penetration. She bites her lip and can't contain her moans as his throbbing cock reaches deeper than she knew possible.
*knock knock knock*
Peering around the end of the bookshelf, she sees a man she doesn't recognize at the door. He is cupping his hands around his face against the glass trying to see if anyone is inside. Waving at him and trying to minimize both her moans and the movement of her whole body each time Belt Buckle pounds her from behind, she yells out.
"Sorry we're, mm, not quite open yet! Ungh! I'll be -- with you shortly!"
She ducks her head back into the aisle and throws herself back onto Belt Buckle's cock in rhythm with his vigorous thrusts. As their collective arousal builds to the boiling point, wind sweeps through the aisle and rustles the loose papers on her desk.
Give me your cum.
With their established mental connection she can feel his stimulation peak as intensely as her own. She throws her head back and Belt Buckle intuitively covers her mouth to muffle her pleasureful screams resulting from two orgasms experienced simultaneously. Waves of bliss crash through her as she feels his hot seed pulse into her pussy. Her knees weaken and she holds tightly onto the bookshelf. She has never felt such overwhelming exhilaration. Eyes closed and eyebrows raised, she basks in the aftershocks of ecstasy as Belt Buckle withdraws his wilting member and gives her ass an appreciative squeeze. Some of his deposited payload trickles out upon his exit.
Gradually recovering from her satisfaction, she shivers as she stands up straight and stretches her limbs. Then, fixing her skirt and catching her breath, she makes her way to the front of the library to let in the customer. She smiles at him as he walks in, hoping it isn't obvious what had been going on moments prior.
"Just let me know if I can help you find anything."
Right after the words leave her mouth she realizes it is the same man who was here with The Old Woman. He is a lean man with a slight hunch, like he has been weighted down and bent out of shape by years of unwanted obligation. He is bald and wearing black slacks with a plain light blue dress shirt. Almost as if he is calculatedly boring. He eyes her suspiciously and then walks off into the library.
The Librarian hurries back to her desk, the mixture of Belt Buckle's semen and her own juices lubricating her thighs. Sitting in her chair, she feels the wetness penetrate the fabric of her skirt. As she shifts in her seat she looks around the library, curious where The Bald Man ended up, and catches his eye peeking through a bookshelf in the Mystery/Thriller section.
Has he come here to spy on me? I really don't need him looking at me right now. Is this just his own bold curiosity or did the church send him here?
Suddenly, she sees his eyes open wide in surprise through the gap in the bookshelf. He hurries out of the aisle and looks around as if she has disappeared. She looks down at her hands as he rushes to look down each aisle and notices with shock they are transparent. Standing up and looking down at her body, she sees it is also fully invisible.
I must have stumbled upon another spell. I can definitely see this one being useful.
The Bald Man rubs his head in exasperation, clearly frustrated and worried that he lost track of her. She decides to try something given her sudden imperceptibility. Sneaking up behind him, The Librarian gets her transparent lips right up close to his ear and whispers in her most seductive voice:
"Do you like watching me?"
She ducks out of the way as his head swivels around, trying futilely to ascertain the source of this disembodied question. He crosses himself, visibly flustered. She skirts around him fluidly and gets close to his other ear.
"You like spying on women you dirty pervert?"
"N-no! It isnt like that!"
"It's ok. What if I like being watched? What if I
want
you to watch me?"
She can feel his breath shorten as his heart rate increases, a slight bulge growing in his pants.
"No, those thoughts are impure. You are tempting me."
"Oh, I'm tempting am I? Thank you, I'm flattered."
"T-that's not what I meant!"
"I think I know exactly what you meant. I think I know exactly what you
want
."
"It is forbidden, it is impure. It is a sin."
"But wouldn't it feel so nice to just take your cock out and let me suck it until you cum? Who would that hurt? If God really didn't want you to do it, why would he make it feel soooo good?"
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his arousal very apparent at this point.
"Well, I guess it can't hurt anything just... one time..."
Getting close enough for him to feel her warm breath in his ear, she whispers:
"Take it out."
His hands shaking, he undoes his belt, unzips his slacks, and liberates his already very erect penis. His eyes dart back and forth wondering from which corner The Witch will emerge. They then open as wide as saucers when he feels her warm wet mouth enclose his member, and he sees it begin to glisten with saliva, while she is still nowhere to be seen.
"Oh my lord."
He doesn't understand how this could be possible, but it has been so long since he has felt this good that his mind goes blank, surrendering to the pleasure. The Witch can feel his arousal skyrocket. She tastes the salty precum he had began leaking before she even touched him. His balls are heavy with years of build up.
"Oh God!"
He cries out as he very quickly reaches climax. She strokes his hard cock with her translucent hand and points it at her open, waiting mouth. Her invisible tongue braces his throbbing purple head as it prepares to fire. Wave after wave crashes into the back of her throat. Forced to breath through her nose, the musky smell of his semen fills her awareness and almost makes her swoon. The thick, warm liquid fills her mouth to a surprising degree. Finally, the last few weak blasts dribble out onto her outstretched tongue, and she swallows her creamy mouthful in one go.
From The Bald Man's perspective, his oversized load of cum erupted forth, gathered in a puddle floating in midair right in front of his swollen glans, and then disappeared all at once; a seeming immaculate ejaculation. And then he met God.
Upon gulping down his abundant yield, The Witch gets the familiar rush of feelings and memories. Years of submission, prostration. Promises of salvation. Abstinence. Restriction. An unfulfilled yearning for recognition. A bit of pride? He had done so well following the rules for so long, he felt that must deserve some type of reward, but it has yet to come.
You do deserve a reward you poor man. This is your reward. This is your salvation.
Oh god yes! I am yours!
He crumbles instantly under her inquisition. He bares his soul and awaits her acceptance. She graciously enters and takes stock, gathering some useful info. Primarily, the place of residence of The Old Woman.
+
The Old Woman lives in a small house on the other side of town. The Witch arrives out front, looks around to make sure she wasn't followed, then knocks on the fading blue front door. The invisibility spell has worn off as a consequence of walking across town.
The Old Woman is surprised when she opens the door. Looking around suspiciously she ushers The Witch inside, quickly closing the door behind her.
Able to get a better look at her under the current circumstances, she realizes The Old Woman is actually quite beautiful. Her silver hair cascades down around an attractive face that has aged gracefully.
