Checking Out The Librarian

Harley couldn’t keep her eyes from the front of Ivy’s half-open robe. The silk draped softly around Ivy’s bare, crossed legs. Her thighs were held just loosely enough to show a damp gleam in her black panties.

Harley wanted to rip open Ivy’s robe and plunge into her friend’s swollen tits, but she held herself back. For about five seconds. Then there she was, between Ivy’s legs, licking Ivy’s pussy, with Ivy’s hand on top of her head, just in case Harley wanted to stand up—to remind her that she really didn’t.

Harley was consumed by what she was doing. The pungent scent of Ivy’s sex filled her nostrils. The clench of Ivy’s inner muscles added to her fire. She loved Ivy with all her heart and she would use every inch of her body, starting with her tongue, to prove it. She ran her lips over and under Ivy’s cunt, kissing at the hardened clit, washing her tongue in the warm juices that flowed so freely, and when it finally occurred to her to check if Ivy was enjoying herself, she could barely pull even her eyeballs away from the sight.

Finally, she looked up from Ivy’s pistachio-green womanhood and saw that Ivy… was passed out.

Does that mean I did really good or really bad? Harley wondered, before the Batarang that had knocked Poison Ivy out boomeranged about to do the same to her.

***

Barbara left them tied up for the police.

She didn’t get it. She just didn’t get it.

How could someone as evil, vile, duplicitous, untrustworthy, amoral, and murderous as Ivy—or as annoying as Harley—enjoy such a great sex life? Better than her! And she was not only a redhead, but apprenticed to Batman, the most eligible bachelor there was outside of Bruce Wayne. Not to mention she put in a lot of hours with Robin, who was either the biggest twink or the least self-conscious man’s man there could be. And she was the commissioner’s daughter, shouldn’t that give her pull with the cops? So how come she hadn’t met someone?

All Barbara could conclude was that she was just too shy for her own good. And why? What did she have to be shy about? If crazy bitches like Harley and Ivy weren’t ashamed, why should she be?

She should just do what they did, find the first guy who tapped at her joy button, then screw… fuck his brains out.

So Barbara kept her eyes open, but despite her lowered standards, it was like men were lowering themselves just below it. Her body didn’t respond to anyone, she found no man attractive. Maybe I’m gay, Barbara thought to herself.

And then she saw Peter.

He was a frequent visitor to her library, cute enough, but utterly unremarkable, except for how his eyes haplessly ran over her when they first saw each other. Quiet and unassuming, his immediate impulse was nevertheless to look at her like he would devour her.

Barbara decided to give him a chance to do just that.

***

On his way into the library, Peter Parker looked over at the main desk and saw that Barbara was the librarian on duty. He immediately looked away, even as he felt a flushed pleasure that she seemed to have noticed him.

God, if her voice is half as sweet as her smile. Not that she had smiled when she looked at him. Well, maybe—he’d looked away pretty quick…

Enough daydreaming.

There was no one else on the second floor of the library. Unsurprising, as it was after dark and the place had that ‘about to close’ vibe even though there was another hour left on the clock. Peter made his way through the shelves to a small, enclosed reading area. He sat down and began pulling books from his backpack. In the city, space and quiet were at a premium. This little alcove offered both, and when he finished a book, he could drop it right into the slot.

But Peter hadn’t even started when he heard a sound behind him. He turned to see what it was and found Barbara Gordon moving a stepladder into place among the stacks.

“Oh hey!” The redhead grinned at him. “Mind helping me out for a second?”

“Au-of course,” Peter said after a moment, getting up from his seat. He couldn’t believe his good fortune in having her give him an opening like this—and the more typical luck of him having no idea what to say.

“The ladder’s a little shaky,” Barbara said. “Hold it steady?”

Peter nodded. The ladder didn’t seem shaky, but he suspected a librarian would be more safe than sorry.

Then something happened that made him reconsider his librarian stereotypes. Barbara had climbed up above him and for a fleeting second Peter looked up to see that Barbara was wearing nothing besides her skirt. All Peter had to do was angle his eyes upward and he could see that she was a natural redhead. And she was making no effort to hide it, either.

Peter gulped. Either Barbara wasn’t nearly the brainiac she seemed, to not realize any of this, or this was all planned. But why? Did she just get a thrill out of having guys eye her? Or did she want something else from him?

***

Perched on the ladder, Barbara felt like she was finally the wicked temptress her red hair had always made her out to be. She knew Peter had seen her naked sex, and she loved it. She loved it and she wanted more.

She didn’t even want to take him into the special collections room, as she’d first planned. She wanted to do it right here, on the couch, where anyone could catch them—just as anyone could’ve caught her not wearing panties. Just as Peter had.

“Oh darn, it’s not here,” she announced with exaggerated innocence. “Thanks anyway,” she said as she climbed down.

“It was my pleasure,” Peter replied, his voice squeaking on the last word as if he’d only just realized what he was saying.

As Barbara stepped off the ladder, her breast brushed against his arm. Peter swallowed hard. That was it. She was downright teasing him and he had to do something about it. Even he couldn’t let this opportunity pass him by.

“Hey, how would you like to get a drink?” he said, trying to scrub the memory of her unclothed pussy from his brain. He thought she could just hear that he was thinking about it.

“Maybe,” Barbara said over her shoulder. “But wouldn’t you rather fuck me?”

She was gratified to see the stricken look on his face. That was how she’d wanted it; her in control and him being blindsided.

“Here?” Peter asked, his heart pounding almost as hard as his erection.

“No,” Barbara said, pulling up her skirt. Again he could see her naked cunt. “Here.”

She was in the lounge now, and Peter went to her on legs that felt like they had no knees.

Barbara didn’t know what she was going to do as he approached her, but she was quickly getting ideas. The more ideas she had, the more she liked having them. She was going to fuck this man, but she was going to do it exactly the way she wanted to—and without a drop of pheromones, either.

“Sit down,” she told Peter.

He sat on the couch.

Barbara stood in front of him, feeling his hungry eyes on her, not almost unabashed. She pulled her sweater over her head, leaving herself in her bra. She silently basked in his hunger for her. Her bra came off, went down to the ground, his eyes full of her breasts, and her breasts more than enough for him. Her nipples were hard, taut, and so sensitive she fancied she could feel how his eyes were licking at them.

Not saying anything, but still being obeyed, she released the clasp that held her skirt up. The garment fell to the floor. He’d seen her pussy before, but you wouldn’t know it by the way he stared now.

“I’ve felt you looking at me,” she whispered to him. “I’m tired of you not doing anything but looking. Come here.”

Peter got up, standing right before her. They were about the same height: him short for a man, Barbara tall for a woman. But she felt like she towered over him. “I want you to eat my pussy and say thank you after.”

Peter didn’t need to be told twice. As he dropped to his knees, Barbara set her legs apart, hands on her hips, so that her womanhood was displayed proudly to him.

“Lick it,” Barbara ordered, cocking her knee so that her cunt lips opened slightly, warm rivulets of her juices pulsing from the opening.

Peter groaned, then plunged his head down to her groin.

Even before the first kiss of his mouth upon her sex, Barbara felt a shudder run through her. She didn’t even know this man, and yet not only was he licking her cunt, but he was doing it because she had told him to.

The realization repeated in her mind like a refrain, heightening her excitement with each repetition. She heard herself speaking only to confirm her power, but each taboo word that rolled off her tongue made her throb with lust.

“Suck my pussy… eat my pussy… lick me clean… yesssss,” she groaned, rolling her hips and riding her crotch high up his tongue.

Barely aware of what she was doing, Barbara cupped both her hands on her full, swollen breasts. The nipples were already taut in her hands, but when she began to rub them, they burned like they never had before. And all the while, Peter ate her cunt.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it. She had to have his cock. It was hers now, damnit!

Barbara firmly grabbed his hair and wrenched him away from his meal. “Your cock,” she gasped out. “I want your cock inside me, now.”

This time, Peter barely needed to be asked once. He hastily fumbled with his fly as Barbara stretched out on the couch, legs apart to showcase the slickly lubricated pussy he had left her with. He couldn’t believe he was going to fuck it. He couldn’t believe he was even looking at it.

Finally, his cock was out, and from the hum Barbara emitted, she was more than satisfied with just how big, thick, and hard it was. Or at least, she would be. “You’ve got it, now use it. Fuck me!”

With all ten fingers she spread open her mons, revealing the drenched pinkness inside her. His cock in his hand, Peter went to her. The moment he’d entered her, he thought he was going to come. He’d never felt such exquisite pressure, never been inside such a tight, hot, beautiful pussy as this. He only held on through the first rush of sensation by shutting his eyes and marshalling all his willpower to control himself. Even after that, after he’d fed himself all the way inside her and started to pump into her already stretched cunt, it was still a short, hot fuck. Both of them were so desperate for it that it couldn’t be any other way.

Lying back on the couch, Barbara drew up her legs and let him dive into her, pistoning into her soft, yielding pussy.

“Harder, harder!” she moaned as his enormous tool moved in and out of her with a force that virtually refused to allow her to draw breath. “Harder!” she still moaned between thrusts.

Peter obeyed eagerly.

He plunged in and out of her, deep inside her cunt and then equally far outside of it, his massive cock going deeper into her with each plunge. The throbs of her lustful enjoyment soon became nothing but soft surrender to his impalement of her, and it felt like her pussy was butter melting around his shaft. 

Still, Barbara refused to be completely conquered. With each stroke he gave her, she rose up to meet his cock, the muscles of her thighs rippling as she propelled herself into his driving prick over and over again.

“Oh shit, I’m coming, coming… coming!” Barbara gurgled as the massive crash of release throbbed so hard inside her that it was like she was breaking into a million tiny fragments.

Peter could feel the strong convulsion through her pussy, her hot juices pouring from her sex like they were being forced out by her clutching orgasm. He couldn’t wait any longer. He forced himself into the slick, juicy gush of her liquid climax and relaxed his willpower, allowing himself to luxuriate in her silken ecstasy as he came with her. His hot, seething cum flew through his plunging cock, going to follow the road his pistoning manhood had prepared for it.

“Arrrggh!” Peter grunted as the hot, sticky seed shot out of him, splattering into the deepest reaches of Barbara’s tender pussy, spurting more and more as there proved to be more than enough room for it.

Finally, he was finished, as finished as she was.

Peter took one last look naked, perfect redhead sprawled beneath him, sprawled around his cock.

He wondered if he would ever be this lucky again.