I Fell for a Librarian B. 09

Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust with family.

I rode the short bus in school and am dyslexic and use software and editors to make it easier to read.

I fell for a Librarian.

Book 9

Mary told us. "Of people reporting an occasional hearing of the distant strains of a violin playing a romantic Strauss waltz or hearing his fateful golden retriever nails TAPS, TAPS, TAPS keeping up on his rounds. The purported violinist, Jacob Frank Cramer, the library's former caretaker, died in the library's basement apartment in 1936; he is still heard today. When I lock up at night, you often hear a dog's paws walking on a marble floor, but I have yet to hear violin music, thank goodness he did not play the banjo or an accordion."

After everyone left, Susan kissed Mom and then Mary and says. "Good night, ladies Dan and I are sleeping in my room tonight. I've been thinking about this all day." You take my arm, and we walk up the stairs to your room.

I take your things off you one piece at a time, kissing your skin as it's uncovered. I bit and nibbled on your mouth; my tongue teased yours. I heard you take in air. I manage to unhook your bra after checking the back. It's a front hook. I spent all those weeks learning a back hook, and now they have changed it.

Your breast is not too large, but they have a fantastic shape, like a pear with your big nipples. I work your nipples to your mews as you arch your back, trying to get me to eat more of you, and I do. I sucked your whole breast in my mouth as I pinched your nipple. I take the rest of your things off you, and I am not seeing you flush red on your chest or neck, yet your nipples are not getting hard, nor are you areola wrinkled.

I pull your panties off you, and your pussy lips are still closed, nor are they swollen. Like today's look, you trim neat with a small landing strip. I kiss your mouth as my fingers open your soft lips. You are still dry and not getting hot or wet as I play with your breast, spending time on your big nipples. Kissing your neck and moving down your chest, I've not heard a hot moan from you, yet I had them from you when it's all of us together. Are you slow to start if you are nervous, or is this something worse?

I teased your belly button with my tongue to your giggles; my lips slipped over your pussy to a grasp. My tongue works, and your pussy you're still dry. I have not seen this before. I give you my best tongue work but not one moan or your hands in my hair. Your hands are gripping the bed, not a look of passion. This is not working for you. I am clueless about what to do, but asking you might be the way.

I say. "Susan, what would you like me to do, dear? All I am is yours tonight. Would you like a nice back-rub, dear we can slow down your rushing things?"

"I'm not sure, Dan. One second I find myself wanting to feel you deep inside me, and another second, I'm scared too, then your fingers belong to a man. I am so sorry, Dan; you should go and let the ladies take care of your hard boner. I am not fit to be a woman." Susan started crying.

I held you till your tears slowed, and I kissed your tears away and asked you. "Why you got me all night, Hon? My arms are yours. I am not leaving unless you can sell me on the idea; I don't have to come; you're not a tease. You're all woman Susan and if you want me to leave, I will, but I would like to hold you all night. Be safe in my arms, dear, and look; my boner is getting soft already. I don't feel cheated at all, dear. I'm happy to hold you. But, Susan, please, I have a question for you do you see us sharing this house, our lives in each other's arms? If you want my ladies and not me, that's alright. We make the rules now; we decide who and when we love. Now my arms, dear, or shall I leave? It's up to you; it's always your choice, dear?" I say.

Susan answered. "You keep showing me how much you care for me, and I keep excepting my dad in you and, yes, your arms; please, I want to be safe. Do you know I have been scared my dad will come for Mary and me even today of all days? So we kept our phones unlisted, but our aunt sends emails from time to time on dear old Dad's church to Mary."

We did; we slept wrapped in each other's arms. It was nice, Susan woke once in the night crying to a bad dream, and I stroked you and told you. "I will keep my lovers safe."

You fell back to sleep with no sign of another nightmare; we woke to a big boner on my part, and Susan asked. "If I needed to take care of it?"

I say. "Woke many a day with a boner in my Mom's bed before life pushed me to cross that line. I am not sixteen anymore. I am not deprived or horny, Susan. I loved holding you dear. Anytime my arms are yours for the asking, as is the rest of me."

We laughed as I kissed you; we had stinky morning breaths like lovers often do. We were getting up and brushing our teeth, me in the master Susan in the hall bath.

Mary comes in and says. "No bed rocking or screams. Baby, still too soon for her yet?"

I answered. "Yes, it's still too soon. She does well when it's all of us, but she sees me as a man. The poor baby wants me, and her fear scares her. But Mary, I held your sister as she cried, held her all night, kissed her tears away. I don't feel cheated at all. It was so intimate naked, safe in my arms."

Mary kissed me as she got down on her knees and took me in your hot wet mouth. You take another sip of hot coffee and take me down your throat, another drink. Your mouth is hot from the coffee. You wet your finger in the coffee and pushed gently into my asshole, giving me chills. My forehead popped with sweat, and my feet arched off the floor as my cock blew into your coffee and cream-flavored mouth. I thought I last longer but hold on got to put my brains back in my head first. I offer to return the favor.

Mary says we're late, baby. "I write a note you were working on things. To say I'm wet is an understatement."

I slip my fingers into your panties. I push your panties into your wet pussy, your moan, and your knees get weak, but I hold you up as my fingers find your swollen clit to your grasp. "You bastard, you're going to make me me, you motherfucker as you scream, you fucker, I'm coming, baby, so good!"

I held Mary and kissed your neck, not doing your lips, not trying to mess your make-up, you say. "I love how you return, my love. I am going to fucking tingle for hours."

It was weeks later; in mid-December, I woke early to just Mom in bed with me as the office was closed today; the bed is due today, so after I make my Mom happy, I'll build the frame, only Mom says. "Sorry, nope, the happy store is closed till the new bed is built, tested, and approved by all my sisters!"

I got up less than happy, but if my ladies have plans for me, I let them have their way with me. So far, I have enjoyed everything they have done. I got the bed frame built and stained, adding eight drawers for storage, led lights, and speakers from a Bluetooth rigged four speakers rocked the bed, and even phone chargers and a power strip. I was working on tacos and coffee, waiting on the truck. I got tacos, donuts, and drinks for six, and I ate two people's share.

Four guys came with the truck, and they unboxed it got it up the stairs, placed it on its base took the old one away; Mom was nowhere to be found, which is just as well as a few snide remarks about a playboy party bed were dropped, they even added a waterproof bed pad a mattress condom so to speak well that's what the guy said who brought it said it was. So I tipped the crew and fed them tacos.

Later that evening, we ate seafood at Mom's work Christmas party, and someone asked me for a story. Susan hands me my leather book bag, which looks all Indiana Jones, a gift from my Mom for my sixteenth birthday. She found it in a resale shop.

I told Susan. "Thank you, dear I don't recall bringing it?"

Susan smiled at me and says. "Dan, we girls have planned this for days. We adore watching you read. It's beyond hot why do you think some thirty-forty different moms recorded you? I am telling you it's hot when you read to us."

I'm handed a copy of Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol (1843). I'm given a ruffled shirt and a velvet smoking jacket. Putting them on, I stepped out, opened the book to start reading, and noticed the book felt old, and it was a second edition of the book I began reading. A group of waiters and a few kitchen staff brought chairs, snacks, and good things to eat as I read the book aloud for two hours. Finally, we walked out; the smells of the city hugged in the air, and the scent of wood fires hinted at life, home, and Christmas.

Mary took my arm, walking to the car, stopped, and says. "Wait, my man, Quarters, you told me weeks ago. Spill it, baby. Hold on; dragons have to help; what wait? Well, whatever it was, four will work it out. Wait, no fucking way, The Dragonriders of Pern?" You kissed me long and hard.

I say. "Almost time, Faranth, my lovely Dragon. Soon I have to know my SAT scores first, and then I'll spill the beans; you trust me, my love?"

I heard three yeses. I know what quarters are; it's a weird world, but it feels right to me, and I know my ladies. Going home to a house decked like a Christmas village, we had hot cocoa or spiked eggnog and fresh gingerbread cookies as we watched classic movies. All next to each other, the eggnog was not a virgin, and all three ladies passed out on me.

I carried all three to bed one at a time and joined them; we kept the room cool, and the light covers felt good. I changed out of my things and started undressing you three putting my ladies in my tees. We slept till dawn, and I woke to someone biting my ear nicely and two sets of lips doing wonderful nasty things making my pour cock throb. I hear a moan, and I kiss Susan's hot lips, and we toss our tongues into a fight to the death; I touch your breast, and you take my hand and move them to your pussy wet your dripping.

Now why are you wet and ready to come? First, I snap at the fact your Sisters are with you. That makes me not just a man to you; I twist your clit between my fingers, I pick you up one-handed, and I bring your pussy over my face. I suck you into my mouth to your frantic moves; your moans become sounds that might once be words but are not now in the light of day.

"Mom, Mary, please stop. Don't let me come. Let's let Susan have it. She's wetter than I ever saw her."

Mom takes her fingers and slips inside Susan, stroking her fast as my lips on your clit are making her come hard. I lay on my back, and Susan slips my hard cock in between her hot wet pussy lips, and she tells me. "You are my first man Dan. I don't have a hymen anymore, but you're my first."

I start to think about why, and I start to go a bit soft nothing I can come up with that makes me happy, but my Mom sees me dip and says. "Firm up, honey. I heard that, so that we will work on the why later. But, right now, Susan needs you, baby."

Mary grabs my cock and strokes me hard when I slide into you, she moans, and your hips start moving almost frantic with your need; I see you having some trouble coming. Mom and Mary hold you still, and you suck her nipples as you try to get your hips to move as my strokes start to slow, your moans get hotter. Two hands tease your nipples, and two hands tease your clit and ass to your ecstasy, you tell me. "I'm yours, Dan; thank you for being so gentle with me," Susan says.

Mary says. "Thank you, baby, a dozen years and now this you brought joy to my sister, baby you brought love."

My pace is slow, but now I stroke out of you and back in, making your lips spread out with each stroke. Your two sisters rub your clit, you letting go of you, and we start pounding each other slowly. At first, your moans become a song, our wet slaps and my grunts get more forceful, but I let Susan set the pace for her five-minute mile.

We moved faster; our need was closer; Susan started a moan that was one word. "There." You groaned; it was repeated as. "Fuck me there, make it there, almost there, and many more; there's a fuck there is good."

We arched our backs, and I felt hands pulling my balls, and a finger slipped deep into my ass. I did not so much come as explode as did Susan; she squirted like her sister. We saw stars, and breathing was going to take a few, we needed oxygen, but what we got was a hot mouth sucking juices off my cock, and Mary was cleaning Susan up with her tongue.

Mom says. "The motherfuckers hard again; you ladies mind if I'm next? I promise to be quick. I damn near came just watching Susan take our baby's cock; she looked like he was spitting her in two. I don't know how she took it?"

Mom got to her knees, and Mary pulled her hips apart and rubbed moms pussy to a Shittttttt Moan from Mom as I slid into Moms on fire pussy so wet I grabbed my hot Moms ass and pounded you to your chants of. "Hard baby fuck your Mommy hard, er harder fuck so close Harder baby, shit, I coming!"

She did, too I did not slow down but went faster, and I felt a finger in my ass as fingers teased my balls. That did it. I shuddered my come into my hot Mom pussy as she came with me. Mary flopped down next to Mom, pulling me over and sliding me into you. "You oh fuck youuu belong here, baby. I'm wet, and you're still hard fuck us, my love."

I find a speed that brings moans on my deep thrust, and you twist your pussy on my cock as I almost pull out.

I whisper to you. "I will not come very quick, my love; it might be too much for you. It's OK to tap out, baby."

Mary says in a normal voice. "Look, Stud; you proved your love to my sister and your Mother. Now shut up, you got to work to prove your love baby to me, now ladies, can we get a few hands here or maybe a tongue or two with a vibrator, were not quitting till he gives it to me. Now cum on Dan, and yes, I said cum."

My cock was tender but up to the challenge, and my heart was too; I started slow, and someone squirted some extra lube on my hot cock to Mary's moans; mine were grunts. My need to pee was getting to be a natural feeling, so I told you. "Gotta stop, baby. I got to pee bad, baby; if I don't stop now, I lose it." I groaned.

Mary told me a finger slipped in my ass, and another hand pulled on my balls. "You Motherfucker now give it to me, then give me your everything; make us your sluts. We're not stopping come hell or high water."

I let go; it was not so much an act as pee standing near a toilet or fence post. That's a conscious thought. This was closer to losing all body control, and we were already a blur on the bed as suddenly my pee splashed out of Mary's flooded pussy like a water fountain. You screamed for the world to hear two sets of hands moving us as one. My pee splashed everywhere as we moved at the top speed of lust. When your cum spray was added to my pee, we wet everyone and everything in a four-foot radius. It was hot fucking hot, and the smell affected Mom and Susan as they had both their mouths locked on each other's hot pussy. Mary and I are gasping for air as we hear them both scream out their comes.

Mary started shaking and talking weirdly; poor baby lost it, and her nails dug into my back. Finally, the pain was enough with all that was going on to push me over the edge. I felt my ass get full, and then it hit me, and as Mary, my love, was dancing on the head on my cock I began dancing to the vibes in my ass on my prostate. My feet were moving like I was running a marathon, and then my cum blew out the head of my cock like a champagne cork at midnight on NYE popped like a party favor, totally done.

I woke a few seconds or hours later to three sets of hands and washed towels cleaning me up to voices saying. "Look, he's back with us, Mary. I thought you fuck our baby's brains out. That was the nastiest, dirtiest, sexiest fucking thing I ever witnessed or enjoyed. That was a wonderful Christmas gift; thank you, everyone." Bobbie says.

Mary says. "We need to clean up. My man sure makes a mess."

I was pulled out of bed to three ladies who washed me kissed me, and for the first time in my life, my boner was soft, and no contact as sexy as it was put life back in me; the three-world cracking came in a row in glancing at the clock damn just under an hour. We slept to clean sheets and woke to the sun waking us, as did the need to pee.

Eating a monster breakfast, pigs in a blanket, four eggs each, hash browns the size of a baked potato, bacon, and avocado toast. I had ham, four extra eggs with fresh juice, and two French roast coffee pots. We started our day off with work and school. Our day started off being satisfied and well past well fed and certainly well loved.

Our faces were flushed red like we had the world's best sex; everyone who saw us remarked that we all glowed as if in love. We burned in us, making people around us smile like they were the only ones who fingered out. We had great sex! The day flew by, and last class of the day, Patrice and Jenny came and brought me a bag with a His and Her Toys remote-controlled vibrator panties and a cock ring made with my size in mind with a good size vibe on it. I thanked them, but I say. "We can't use this, ladies. I'm in a happily committed..."

Patrice stopped me. "It's for you and your lady, dude. Your face it's more than just you, and your lady isn't; shit, you're getting it in a threesome fuck, dude, I'm so jelly right now. I see why you don't play poker."

Jenny says. "I like to be a fly on that wall to watch that, but man-taste is a fuck no for me. So you get it every day that way, you nasty man?"

I say. "What, my friends, my smile doesn't tell ya? It's better than that, ten times better! Thank You, how do you think my sex texts were so hot?"

Jenny gasped. "I told you, Pat, I nailed it!"

Pat laughed. "If anyone deserves to be lucky, it's this man. I told you he wouldn't stop till you ask him to. He is as good as you are, Jenny. It's one of the things I love about you."

I say. "Pat, if it was not for you, I might have stayed at being a dork. Parking my bike was bad enough, but you make me so hot you popped my cork in my pants on my first kiss too. You taught me how and where your fun parts are. I remember getting home worn out from skipping school and learning sex all day. Man thought my Mom would kill me when she learned I was skipping school. What was it, Pat? Three days or four we skipped?"

I laughed. Pat answered me. "Four days, and you came over after school too. Then we had the weekend together that one old lady Smith called the police on your ass, and I got grounded."

Jenny asked. "Pat, you going to ask him to be in on that threesome? You know we talked. We're not in an open relationship Hon, but if you have to do him one last time, I won't say no if I can watch."

I say. "Oh, how wonderful that sounds, my friends, but I am not in an open relationship. I've ordered rings, and I'm still trying to find the right words to seal the deal."

My last class was study hall, and the teacher told us. "Seniors may leave but understand this if you get into trouble of any kind, you will get a failing grade and not get to graduate with your class till after summer school."

I stopped at the house and made stirred fried rice and pepper steak for two and homemade veggie egg rolls. I texted you, started to motor over to work, and said in my text.

"Left early at school a gift from a teacher, made you lunch, my friend to say thank you for everything you said and done, many things left unsaid but not unloved. Will let you know when I'm at the break room lunch made with and for my love."

I get your text back seconds after sending mine.

Mary sent.

"Yes, my love, many things left unsaid. Be safe on your ride, dear You cooked?"

I texted back.

"Susan has been teaching me it's excellent eating real food, but I miss my Spam occasionally."