I work at a public library in the city. Now you may think of that as a boring job, but as it happens, my particular branch is located close to two college campuses, and every day our stacks are filled with pert coed cuties with tight asses, full racks, healthy appetites, and no parents. God, I love my job!
When I’m not assisting patrons with checkouts, I’m usually shelving books. Any time a coed needs help, she never has to complain about not getting prompt, friendly, helpful, knowledgeable assistance in the stacks. And the ladies really appreciate the attention. Many times I’ve been shamelessly flirted with by a lovely young debutante or a group of sorority girls. Occasionally a little hottie will get playful, flashing a bit of panty as she bends down to pick something up, or squatting down to look at the books in the bottom row while giving me a good long view down her blouse. Usually it’s just playful teasing, but occasionally it will lead to something more—occasionally enough to make me never want to quit my job.
One day, as I was kneeling down to place some poetry books on a low shelf, a husky, suggestive voice came from above me. “Mmmm, I just love to see a man on his knees!” I turned to look and found my eyes on a level with the hem of a light floral summer dress that just covered the tops of a pair of black knee socks. I pulled back slightly (if I hadn’t, my nose would have lifted that hemline) and looked up, past the sizable swell of a spaghetti-strap dress top into a pair of smoldering, insanely beautiful, exotic, and just plain gorgeous emerald eyes.
Instantly I was lost, just starting up into those hypnotic green pools. As I grasped for my wits under that electric gaze, I realized that the girl’s lips were moving. Oh God, she had the most beautiful, full, lush, kissable lips! I just knelt there staring up at this vision’s wonderful perfect mouth, noting the sweet pink tint of her lips, the way the corners turned up, the sweet melody of her tone… until it hit me that she was saying something.
I cleared my throat and stood up, hoping my composure would be there waiting for me. She had dark brown hair cut neatly in front and gathered in back in a ponytail that bobbed excitingly whenever she moved her head. She was telling me, in an impossibly fetching accent, that her name was Helga, and that she was new to this country. She said she was from Switzerland, over here on an exchange scholarship to study veterinary medicine.
I tried not to lose myself in those enchanting eyes as I welcomed her to America and asked her how I could help her. She told me she was doing some research on a certain medical procedure, and needed to find a couple of articles from some back issues of a technical magazine. My heart leapt as I offered to take her to the basement, where we kept all the back issues of magazines, newspapers, and other archival material.
“No one ever comes down here,” I told her as I led her down the long flight of stairs. “You should be able to study as long as you want, undisturbed.” She thanked me as I went about locating the magazines she wanted. Then, as I offered to leave her to her studies, she moved close to me and, as if to stifle the suggestion, held a perfectly manicured finger to my lips.
Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were pulling at her fingertip. My tongue slowly circled the digit and I nibbled at it lightly, as if it were her clit. My cock had been hard since we’d first made eye contact, but now, in the cavernous archives, with this lovely young lady’s sweet-tasting fingertip between my lips, my excitement was making a huge tent in my pants. As her slender finger slipped from my lips she looked down with a little cooing sound, her mouth forming a perfect O. Her tiny hand went to the front of my jeans, and her eyes seemed to glitter.
“As a guest in your country,” she said then in a soft, almost breathless voice, “I should maybe salute your flag?” And with that she went down to her knees, and with one motion unzipped the front of my jeans and released my member into her hot little hand. She gave it a few squeezes, then some long slow strokes, smiling up at me, and a moment later my dick was engulfed in her lovely Swiss mouth.
Her tongue wrapped around my shaft with incredible agility, her beautiful lips pulling me deeper. In no time, my glans was dancing on her tonsils as her tongue reached out to lick my aching balls. My God, I’d never been blown like this! Her mouth made music I’d never heard before, but my dick seemed to know all the dance steps. I came in a giant rush, my body heaving with the force of it, but her wonderful mouth held on steadfastly as I shot deep into her hungry throat.
I’d never come so hard in my life. My knees gave out as I finished, and I sank to the floor. My breath was still ragged as I kissed her passionately, sucking her luscious lips, sucking her tongue. My hand found the backs of her amazing legs and slid up past the tops of her stockings, caressing her bare thighs and then kneading that delicious ass. Helga broke the kiss to bring my finger to her mouth and suck on it, deep-throating it before releasing it, shiny with saliva. She then put my hand under her dress, slipping her wet panties down with her other hand. A lovely musky perfume filled my nostrils as she guided my finger to her warm, wet slit. It slipped in easily to the second knuckle as I rubbed her mound. My thumb found her clit like a magnet. Her button was hard and ripe and large. My mouth was drawn to her magical opening, and as I sucked at that pouting pink pussy her creamy juices flowed onto my tongue like expensive wine. The more I reveled in her succulent seam, the more she moaned and squirmed. Soon she was shuddering all over as she gripped my head and rode my face like an electric bull. Then with a squeal of release, she let loose a flood of golden nectar that coated my tongue and my face, and even got into my hair. Still I drank deeply from the fountain, lapping up all the honey I could get. Damn, she tasted good!
My cock was once again rock-hard. Still shivering and grunting with her orgasm, Helga grabbed it and impaled herself on me. She licked the cream from my face, then shot her come-tasting tongue into my mouth and we shared the ambrosia. Then she turned around, pointing her ass up at me, and her pussy greedily gobbled my cock back into it. My hands were all over this goddess. I squeezed her ass cheeks, kneaded her lovely tits, tweaked her nipples, all the time pistoning my throbbing tool in and out of her silken furnace. She fucked me with equal fury, thrusting back to meet me stroke for stroke. My balls slapped her mound loudly as my cock filled her to the hilt. My mind was swimming, my body was slick with sweat. Helga was making guttural animal noises deep inside herself.
Suddenly she pulled away and turned around again, her legs open wide, her sweet pussy trickling love juice. Quickly I engulfed her burning box with my mouth, my tongue making one more assault on her convulsing clit, before pulling her legs onto my shoulders and sliding my pulsating bone all the way into her pelvis. Helga’s head began thrashing back and forth, her body writhing uncontrollably beneath me.
I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. My whole body seemed to be tightening. Then all at once, my lovely goddess let loose a kind of animal scream from the back of her throat. Her legs came down to lock around my waist, and then her pussy was clutching my dick, relaxing and clutching again like a fist, and she began jerking violently as if with a seizure. I stopped my onslaught while she rode wave after rapturous wave of release.
I held her tightly in my arms, kissing her face and her moaning lips until her body quieted down. Then with one quick pull I slipped out of her sweet sopping box, my own explosion dangerously near. As my cock twitched and spasmed, Helga moved quickly to take it between her lips, fucking me with her incredibly talented mouth. Oh my God! Sucking me into the back of her throat, she curled her heavenly tongue around me as I emptied myself of all the sperm my balls could hold. Even after I’d shot all my semen, she kept milking my meat with her lips before allowing my rapidly shrinking prick to pop from her mouth.
The sweet scent of hot sex filled the musty basement air as we kissed lovingly and started to get dressed. Smiling at me, Helga said that she had to get to class now, and she would have to come back and do her research another day. I replied that I would be there to help her any time she needed it. I walked with her up the stairs and to the door. Before leaving the library she smiled at me once again. “Thank you for letting me salute your flag,” she said. “Now I know what they mean by ‘the Stars and Stripes forever.’ ”
And with that she was gone.
—H.G., Chicago, Illinois