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wirepaladin2000
03-15-2011, 01:14 AM
“Millie, would you be kind enough to return these books to the stacks for me,” asked Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis was wheelchair bound, he came in and read nearly every day and he often asked me to replace the books he’d chosen for the day.

I’m the librarian at our city library, my name tag reads, “Millicent Prentiss, Head Librarian,” I’ve been with the library for twenty-one years, since I graduated with a degree in library science. I love books and I love my work, all I ever wanted was to write but, alas, not the necessary talent, so I indulge my passion for literature by being a servant to it.

If ever there was a person one could look at and say, “Librarian,” it’s me. I’m on the short side, only five two, I’m a bit pudgy, I try to watch my **** but sometimes it’s a losing proposition, I weigh one hundred and forty-two pounds. My mousy brown hair is done up in a bun and my glasses are not in the least stylish. Today, I’m attired in a gray skirt and a white blouse, I look like what I am, a librarian.

It’s the end of the day; I lock up and drive home, it’s Friday and I’m looking forward to the weekend; Tommy, my husband will already be there.

How I got Tommy, why he proposed to me, married me is one of my life’s great mysteries.

Tommy’s everything I’m not, five ten, with a trim muscular body, he has raven black hair, and a devilish smile, he reminds me of Johnny Depp in his “Pirates of the Caribbean” role.

He greets me at the door with a hug and a kiss, “I missed you Millie,” he whispers to me as he guides me to the table.

On the table is a Spanish cheese plate with cured Manchego, sultry Roncal, smoked Idiazabál, blue Cabrales, savory Ibores and creamy Garrotxa cheeses. Glasses of amontillado sherry are already poured.

Oh, he’s catering to me this evening, one of my favorites, my guilty pleasures, tapas; he’s giving me a tapas party.

Tommy pulled out my chair and seated me. He took out the bun, letting my hair fall then massaged my shoulders.

I sighed as my muscles relaxed and cooed when he kissed my throat, God Tommy could make me feel beautiful and loved.

I noticed that on the counter were three bottles of wine, two in ice buckets the third a red that didn’t require chilling.

Tommy fed me a bit of the cheese then sat; we finished and drained our sherry glasses.

From the refrigerator Tommy brought marinated olives and piquillo peppers, from the oven he laid out asparagus wrapped in Serrano ham, albondigas –little meatballs and gambas al ajillo-sautéed shrimp.

He poured each of two glasses of wine, a red, Clos de l’ Obac, to enjoy with the meat dishes and a white, Selección de Añada Albariño to accompany the seafood.

Tapas are fun food, a little of this, a little of that, a sip of wine following each nibble, I can’t imagine a more romantic meal.

For dessert he presented me with my favorite, Tiramisu, not Spanish but delish, he poured us each a flute of Cava, a Spanish sparkling wine.

After we’d finished he led me upstairs. Our bedroom door was closed; he stopped me, kissed me, “Tonight’s for you Millie,” as he opened the door and led me in.

The room’s transformed, Tommy’s picture of Eden, it’s lit with candles, large scented candles, attar of roses to excite the senses.

Tommy stepped into the bathroom and started the water running in the tub then he came back to me.

He took my glasses off and set them on the dresser.

Tommy unbuttoned my blouse and removed it; he unfastened my brassiere, lowered it off my shoulders and kissed each of my breasts then unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

He knelt and removed my shoes then he kissed me thought my panties, just brushing his lips against me. He lowered my panties and lifted first on foot then the other, freeing me feet. He stood and led me to the tub.

The same attar of roses aroma was carried upward with the steam, he helped me in.

Tommy bathed me, rinsed the soap from my body and assisted me from the bath.

With a big fluffy Turkish towel he dried me and walked me to the bed. The comforter was already turned down. He laid me on the sheet, it was pleasantly warm, he’d put the electric blanket on a low setting under the sheet.

“I’m going to give you a massage now Millie,” he said as he took up the bottle of rose scented body lotion.

He warmed the lotion in the palms of his hands then started at the bottoms of my feet, light circular motions, I could feel the tension flowing from me, I sighed, it was the most sensual of experiences.

Up my lower legs, over my thighs, he massaged me with light feathery strokes. He talked to me throughout; telling me what he was doing, asking for direction.

As he stroked my thighs he crooned, “Does this feel nice Millie, am I giving you pleasure? Would you like me to go harder, softer, what does my beautiful lady want?”

When he’d finished my thighs I thought certainly he’d touch me. No, he took my hands and with the same light circular strokes he’d used on my feet he massaged my palms then up my arms to my shoulders, still talking in a soothing voice, telling me how much he loves me, how he adores my body and my mind, how I am his woman and the love of his life.

When he caressed my chest, he circled my breasts, almost but not quite touching my nipples. My breasts were swollen and sensitive, my nipples hard as pebbles and he wouldn’t touch them, I wanted to feel his hands on me.

He continued down, along my sides, over my tummy and down as far as my abdomen, God when he pressed me there I thought I was going to have an orgasm, my uterus contracted, my vagina was lubricating, I was as aroused as I’d ever been and he hadn’t touched an erogenous zone. His gentle touch made me feel like my entire skin was an erogenous area, I was flushed and warm, blood was migrating to my labia and clitoris, my sexual organs were engorged, hot swollen and waiting.

All I could think was take me Tommy take me.

My legs were spread, awaiting him. Instead, he lifted them and slid his left leg under mine.

He’d picked up a tube from the night stand, it was KY Warming Jelly, he squeezed some on his fingers and laid his right leg over my tummy.

“I think you’ll like this Sweetheart,” he said as he slid his left hand under my bottom and placed his thumb at the throat of my vagina, not penetrating me, just holding me.

With the fingers of his right hand he slid my clitoral hood back. Exposing my swollen clit, he gently brushed the tip. Light feathery flicks, barely making contact, I was panting with desire, my orgasm was building and he stopped, he stroked along my vulva and teased my labia, just the tip of his fingers in contact with me, holding me on the edge.

“Am I making you feel good Millie, does my baby like?”

Oh yeah, his baby felt good, God, he’d taken me to the brink three, four, five times, his baby lost count. My contractions would start, clutching my uterus, constricting my vagina and anus; again and again he did it to me, for me.

Tommy’d never played in my bottom and I’d never encouraged it; I’m a conservative gal, a mousy librarian, I’d never given it a thought as a place to take pleasure. I really only knew of one function for it and I wiped when that was accomplished.

I was wrong, woefully wrong. Tommy had a finger resting against my anus, not pushing, just resting with the slightest pressure. Tommy hadn’t stuck his finger in me, my contractions, each time he took me to the edge, my contractions had sucked it in, pulled it into me; for the first time I knew I was sensitive there, it nearly took my breath away, I writhed my hips trying to work it deeper into me.

But then, he was back at my clit, feathering my pearl, teasing me, God my guts were clenching, I couldn’t take any more.

“Tommy, please, please, God man you’re driving me crazy, please let me.”

“Baby’s ready,” he teased as he applied just the slightest more intensity to my clitoris.

I exploded, damn, I felt like a porn star, I gushed, I shot, I’d never done that in my life, I’m a conservative librarian for Christ’s sake, we have our orgasms with a little shiver, not this time, I contracted, reloading then discharging, my girl cum soaked Tommy’s hand, my thighs, the sheet, my cunt was molten, yes, I thought, that hideous word but none other seemed apt, my cunt flowed, hot slick liquid, the redolence of me filled the room overpowering the scent of roses. Tommy’s finger was still in me, he pumped it a couple of times and pulled it out.

He lay down beside me and held me. I’d love to tell you about the fantastic mating that followed but, unfortunately, I can’t. He’d held me at the cusp of release for nearly an hour, the combination of the rich food, the wine, my bath and my arousal had exhausted me, I fell asleep in his arms.

I was first up the next morning, it was a new day in more ways than one, I felt like a new woman. Any one who had been treated like I’d been last night had to feel euphoric. From mousy librarian to sex Goddess, that’s how he’d made me feel. I wanted to do something special for my Tommy.

I thought, I’ll fix him a special breakfast, maybe eggs Benedict. Then I thought, that’s what Millicent Prentiss, mousy librarian would do. I wiped and got up; I’d been taking care of my morning ablations while I thought. I walked to the door and looked at him.

I’d never even considered doing it, but I wasn’t Millicent, librarian, I was Millie the sexpot, blame him, he made me feel that way.

I was still naked; I don’t remember ever having awakened nude before but it felt right. I crawled under the covers, Tommy’s member was semi-erect, I changed that. I’d never even kissed one before, I changed that; I took him in my mouth and sucked, bobbing up and down, getting him rigid. I licked his turgid shaft, I tickled his little hole. I, at least theoretically knew how to do this, my little secret was, I liked the erotica of the nineteenth century. Real writers, writers with talent wrote passionate stories, explicit stories and, as a lover of books I’d read dozens of them. Now they weren’t just prose, my mind, recalling what I’d read used them as instruction manuals.

Tommy came awake, he wanted to say something, he tried but all he could get out was, “Oh God yessssss.”

Yeah, I’d done some reading on the male anatomy, I knew what and where the prostate gland is. I penetrated his bottom, stroked his little walnut and deep throated him as far as a gal with no practical experience can. It seemed to be more than enough, he came, he didn’t even warn me but that really was of no never mind, I was staying where I was anyhow.

“Oh baby, Goddam,” he panted. He was holding my head, pumping my mouth and pouring spurt after spurt of his scalding jizz into my mouth. I’d love to say I swallowed all of it; I didn’t, it was leaking out both sides of my mouth, running down and pooling at the tip of my chin.

As he softened I turned him loose and looked up at him, I gave him my sexiest smile then used the sheet to wipe my chin; Oh well, I was learning, librarians don’t become sex Goddesses over night.

“Let’s go have some eggs Benedict and mimosas,” I said as I rolled off the bed.

He got up and went to the bathroom, I snuck in behind him, he was just starting to pee when I reached around him and grabbed his cock rasping, “Can I hold this for you?”

He let me; it was an intimacy I wouldn’t have even considered twenty-four hours ago.

We put on robes and slippers, nothing underneath and went down stairs. I fixed the eggs Benedict, Tommy got the champagne and orange juice and we sat down to breakfast.

“That was some wake-up call you gave me this morning,” he started our conversation.

“Well I hope so, but I can’t pay you back for what you did to me last night, I’ve got to tell you Tommy, I want to do things I’ve never done, feel things I’ve never felt; I don’t know if I want to do what we did last night again, it was almost too intense but it gave me feeling, awakened feelings that I’m not gonna lose.”

“Tell me, tell me how you feel?”

“God, how do you explain a transformation; ok, I’ll try.”

“Tommy, I know you love me, I’ll confess, I’ve never understood why, you’re a handsome guy and I’m me, Plain Jane, the conservative librarian. You treat me like a princess and I’ve never felt I deserved it, your attention and your love. Tommy, I can see me in a mirror, I’m short, chunky and plain yet you still love me. But last night, you made me feel something different, different about me, Millicent. I felt like the most beautiful, the most adored woman on the planet and Tommy you made me feel that way. Oh God Tommy, I feel like I’m melting inside just talking, what you did for me, why do you love me?”

We’d finished our breakfast and were enjoying what, I guess was breakfast dessert, I’d made coffee, fresh ground Jamaican Blue Mountain that I kept for very, very special occasions and I’d split a cherry cheese Danish, Tommy’d taken his last bite, he had a tiny bit of the sugar glaze on his lip. He swirled his tongue and licked it off

“Baby, let’s go back upstairs, I want to hold you and I want you to hold me if we’re gonna have a real serious talk.”

In the bedroom we dropped our robes and, naked, we climbed into bed. We held each other, my face was buried on Tommy’s chest, his head was on my shoulder, he started,

“Millie, I’ve never told you about what I was like when I was younger. You never asked and I never volunteered, but, in a way you’re asking now. I was a hell raiser, fights, drugs, even a little petty crime. I was never caught, never prosecuted but I walked the razor’s edge, then I got a little older, wiser, I don’t know, but it did dawn on me that I needed to settle down. In spite of my other ways I’d always been a reader, it was escapism for me, I could get wrapped up in the plot, the story and I was there, Follett, Forsythe, Martin Cruz Smith, Lee Child, dozens, I have dozens of favorites, so instead of going to a bar, lookin’ for a chick or a fight I started going to the library. Of course you know I was a book rat, that’s how we met.

You were so different from any woman I’d met before, conservative of dress, conservative of views, controlled and intellectual, my exact opposite, the attraction wasn’t immediate, but after you’d accepted my invitation for coffee a couple of times, after we’d had dinner together, I wanted you in my life.

He shifted a bit, now his head was at my breast and mine was resting on his shoulder. I couldn’t really believe it, Tommy was emitting little sobs, he was crying, his tears dampening my breasts, I petted is head trying to soothe him, I’d never suspected his troubled pass.

It was my turn, “Baby boy, how can I help, what can Mommy do to make it better?”

“Just hold me Millie, hold me and love me,” he said. He took one of my nipples and sucked, he suckled at my breast like he was my baby, I loved him so, it felt elating knowing that I was adored, loved and needed. I held him while he sucked me.

While he was at my breast I talked softly to him.

“Tommy I love you, I’m desperately in love with you, you make me feel like a woman, a beautiful woman; and last night, Tommy that was all for me, I had sensations I couldn’t even imagine, urges that I met and urges that I want to experience. My arousal surpassed even where my imagination could have taken it, you touched my bottom, I felt your finger in me. Not in three lifetimes could I have thought I’d find that pleasant, now I want you to do it again, my vagina is clasping, contracting just holding your head while you nurse. Make love to me Tommy, please make love to me.

He raised his head, his eyes were still leaking, tear stained but he kissed me, my legs were open, he lay between them and rose to his knees, he smiled at me then guided his cock along my slit, at my vagina he pushed in. Smooth as gliding across silk he entered me, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him to me, I wanted him deeply in me, I wanted to feel him stretch my vagina, he began to stroke, slowly at first, long slow strokes then he sped up, urgency, he was gonna to cum quickly, I knew it, he wanted me with a desperation fueled by our conversation, his confession, yet, I sensed he was still holding back, he’d fallen to my breast like a child, hiding his head so I couldn’t see him. I needed him to talk to me.

Tommy came with a roar, grunting with each thrust, he emptied himself in me, I held him to me, my legs and my arms clasped him to my body, he was my man, I’d do anything for him.

He was lying on me, still in me, softening but still ensconced in my body. His head was beside my face, I whispered in his ear, “Tell me, Tommy, tell me the rest, let it out, you can say anything to me, ask anything of me, I’m yours, your wife and your lover, you’ll know my secrets and you can share yours with me, talk to me, please baby.”

“Ah Millie, I can’t tell you everything, you’ll think I’m some kind of weird pervert, let’s just leave it alone.”

I rubbed his back and kissed his cheek, “No Tommy, you’re wrong, we can’t leave it alone, if it’s that big a secret it could fester, maybe even damage our relationship. You need to talk to me; we can deal with it whatever it is.”

He squirmed uncomfortably in my arms, it was like he wanted to run and hide, my handsome, confident husband, he did need to share with me.

My tone was a little sharp, not loud but demanding, “Tommy, talk to me.”

He did, he told me what his freak was, I did think it was weird but I didn’t say it to him. Weird but painless, nobody would be hurt, it was something I could, hell would do for him, if he liked it, so be it.

Between the mimosas and the coffee the girl had a bladder that was crying for relief; I got up from the bed and took Tommy’s hand.

“Come with me,” I asked.

I lead him to the bathroom, sat and spread my legs.

“Hold me, Tommy, please hold me,” I asked.

He cupped my sex, his thumb rolled the hood of my clitoris back and he masturbated me. My bladder released, my golden flow washed over Tommy’s hand, that’s what he wanted, his hand felt nice, cupping me, holding me, exciting my clit, weird yes but I even liked it. When I’d finished he continued to stimulate me ‘til I’d enjoyed a little orgasm. He handed me a pad of tissue, I wiped while he rinsed his hand.

It became another part of our sexual experiences, not every time of course, but several times a week I’d invite him to join me in the bathroom, I got my little orgasm, he got his wet hand.

We never repeated that night, I’m not sure I’d want to, it was almost too intense but it did open some doors, we both now enjoyed and practiced oral sex, I liked stimulating his prostate, he’d cum really hard and I could now swallow all of his offering. Tommy received his golden shower on his hand, and I was more wanton, demanding sex and attention, wanting Tommy’s hands, mouth and penis nearly every night.

Yeah, we’d opened some doors, all but one. My back door, my anal virginity, we were going out tonight, dinner and cocktails then coming home.

The bedroom was already set up, we’d have the scented candles again and the aromatic bath, Tommy was going to bathe me, dry me and take me to bed.

Some of the other preparations weren’t quite so romantic; at least I didn’t think so. Unromantic but, at least to us, necessary, two Fleet enemas for me; I was going to take them across Tommy’s lap; maybe he’d give me a little spank or two, now that though gave me a tingle.

Dinner was good but I think we both were distracted, imagining later. We had one drink each and decided we’d delayed long enough, I was nervous, my stomach was a little queasy and my bowels felt loose, nerves, nothing more, just nerves.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it, shoot; I was the instigator but still…

When we got to the bedroom Tommy undressed me like he was unwrapping a Christmas present, My blouse, my bra, kisses to my breasts, my skirt, my shoes and finally my panties, he was kneeling in front of me, he flicked his tongue out and gave my labia a lick.

Then he stood, the moment of truth, the enemas were ready, sitting on the night stand. They’d looked so small before, now they looked like gun barrels mounted on gallon jugs, he sat on the side of the bed and pulled me over his lap.

He just let me lie there for a few minutes, he knew my anxiety was mounting, he was teasing. He did give me a spank, a sharp little whack, “Has Millie been a bad girl,” he teased.

He took a little of the KY and lubricated me then a little on the nozzle, he parted my cheeks and slid the tube home.

The liquid felt fizzy in me, like it was an internal Alka-Seltzer, he emptied the bottle, set it aside and rubbed my back while we waited for it to work.

I felt a buzzing in my belly, I had to go. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom; behind the closed door I voided my bowels. I cleaned myself, started the water running to fill the tub and went back for my second dose.

It made not a lot of sense to me but I liked lying across Tommy’s lap, I felt a little subservient, like I was surrendering myself to him, not PC I know, I didn’t much care, I liked it.

He repeated the process, lubed me, filled me, rubbed my back ‘til I needed to run and waited.

“Tommy, come wash me,” I called. I was already luxuriating in the hot bath when he came in.

He soaped my up with my loofah sponge, he even had me stand so he could get everything, he let his fingers do a little exploring while he soaped me, I now have a particularly clean clitoris and am blessed with an immaculate anus, He rinsed me, I got out and he dried me.

Tommy led me back to the bed and lay me down; we’d done a lot of web searching in preparation of our anal adventure. We’d found something called Innuendo anal conditioning gel, Tommy’s gonna put that on me, then we’re gonna play for a while. He’s gonna use a lot of lube, too. We’ve decided to go doggie, my choice, maybe because I like to feel that he’s dominating me, I don’t know but that’s how we’re gonna do it.

I’m back across his lap, he’s putting that Innuendo on me, it’s supposed to help relax my sphincter, I hope it works.

“Hey, you’re playing not doctoring, I wanta play too,” I bitch at him, just teasing.

He pulls my up, takes me in his arms and kisses me, a wet passionate kiss, we play dueling tongues then he nibbles my ear lobe and kisses down to my breasts. He passes over them with just a nip and a lick to each nipple. I don’t need a lot of foreplay, my crotch is already awash.

Tommy splits my labia with his tongue and savors my acidic, citrus flavor; he says he likes my taste. I know I like him tasting me, then he takes my clit into his mouth, just a finger, he lifts the hood. I’m engorged and swollen, my pearl tip glistens with my moisture, he covers me and sucks, rolling his tongue around my clit, teasing the tip with the tip of his tongue, enflaming me, he moistens one finger, just one finger and probes my bottom, he wants to feel my anal contractions when I cum. I’m ready, his tongue, my clitoris, explosion, tremors ripple through my body, my organs clench, his finger is trapped then another, then another, four orgasms, I tell him to stop, I’m too sensitive for more. He licks me clean then kisses me. I taste me, my vagina on my lips, that’s new, too, I’ve never tasted me before. Not bad, like he told me, a little acidic, a little citrus.

I roll over on my tummy and lift myself to my knees.

Tommy moves behind me, he has the KY Jelly, he works some into me, then some more. He has two fingers in me, pumping gently, stretching me, then more lube. There can’t be too much lube, especially this first time. Tommy slathers some on himself.

I can feel pressure; he’s got the head in contact with me.

Words I couldn’t have thought a month ago, but they seem like the right words, “Fuck my ass Tommy, fuck my big ass,” I beg.

He presses forward, I feel just a twinge of pain as my sphincter gives way and he’s in me.

Tommy pauses for a moment, letting me adjust to the intrusion then he inches into me, slowly, oh so very slowly, no more than a half inch at a time, he’s stretching me, that’s all I feel, not real pain, my anus is being distended, I’ve got a 3 ½ inch tube in me, moving inexorably forward, half inch by half inch. I feel a fullness, almost like I need to void my bowel, he’s up in my rectum, he’s in; I can feel the tickle of his pubic hair against my buttocks.

I’ve done it, I’ve given my last virginity to my man, I’m proud of myself. He starts to pump, slow long languid strokes, deep into me, its like I’m liquid, it’s so smooth, silken skin over a tungsten shaft, he glides in me.

I’m getting aroused, “Faster Tommy, fuck me faster.”

He answers my plea, faster and harder, he probes me deeply, Yes, that’s what I want, I want him pounding me, fucking me, making me grunt and groan and wail.

“Yessssss Tommy, yessssss, oh that’s right, fuck my big ass.”

I’m right along with him, pushing back to meet his thrusts, “Tommy, feel me, touch my clit, please, please.”

His hand reaches under me, I’m wet and open; my labia puffy and swollen, he lets me ride two of his fingers.

He mounts me, I can feel that I’m carrying some of his weight and he rides me, pistoning in and out. He reaches around me with his free hand and pulls me against him, his other hand is speed dancing across my love button, I’m there,

“Aaaaaah, God,” I wail. My climax hit me, my body’s trembling, I’ve grabbed Tommy’s cock, he’s caught in my anal contraction but it doesn’t matter, he’s shooting pulse after pulse of his hot cum is flooding my bowels, deep inside me, wet, wild and wonderful, I release him, his stroking continues but slows until he’s drained himself in me.

He rolls to the bed taking me down with him, “God Millie that was fantastic, absolutely fantastic.”

I can only nod in agreement.

I later learn that what Tommy had done to me that night was called the Venus Butterfly, as sex goes, I’d rather have him in me but it did create a sense of intimacy between us letting us experiment with each other in ways we might never have done.

Oral sex we might have gotten to but anal and Tommy’s little fetish would never even have been discussed let alone acted on.

But right now, my bladder is calling for relief; I take Tommy’s hand and lead him with me.

Go4it
03-15-2011, 03:11 AM
Excellent Mr Boone, Excellent!!!!!

wirepaladin2000
03-16-2011, 01:58 PM
Thank you, thank you

sandbag
06-07-2011, 07:17 PM
Great story thank you