A visit to the library (and another cute girl) gets you into trouble with a stern librarian, and then you dig yourself deeper...

Although you had been very excited at your meeting with a cute dark-haired girl, it turned out you'd met your match. She teased you and tried to get a discount out of you, but when push came to shove, she slapped your hand away when you tried to touch her knee and made it clear she wasn't going as far as you wanted. For only about the third time since you started this little illicit side business, someone ends up paying for those test answers with money instead of pussy.

It's amazing how a few days of easiest, most abundant unprotected sex you've ever had access to in your life can warp your perspective. It feels like a terribly unfair turn of events and makes your crotch ache with denial despite the fact that you flooded Mikayla's hairless brown pussy with spunk less than 10 hours ago, to say nothing of the 20 or so students before her that had taken a risky load in return for the wares you were offering.

But then, you got a last-minute request to meek at the library... short, terse, and to the point, by someone who is clearly shy. Making your way there without delays, you met up with an adorable third-year with long reddish brown hair in a long-sleeved front-tie top. Her thick, dark-rimmed geek glasses were soon getting fogged up by your breath as you made out with her, her way of wordlessly acceding to your offer for 'free' answer keys. And soon after that, your hands were hiking up the pink plaid miniskirt that barely covered a thick, juicy ass perfectly suited for breeding. The previous student's love of cock-teasing seems like it's just going to result in this shy, bookish girl getting an even thicker, more potent load, as your whispered suggestion that it'd be nice if she bent over for you is met with a blush and a coquettish nod.

As per usual, you politely kept your hands folded behind your back as she rolled a condom onto your excited cock, being extremely careful that it was on solidly and had no punctures. The way that she'd been fastidiously checking the rubber like that told you that word may be starting to trickle out about a rash of leaky condoms. But eventually she was satisfied and smiled 'shyly' before inviting you to bend her over the reading table.

Sure enough, her butt gave plenty of cushion for the pushing. Her warm, wet slot gripped your tool so hungrily that you couldn't resist escalating to thrusting so hard that the table started scooting forward. But then you and she had both been alarmed to hear soft approaching footsteps. You'd hurriedly sat down in the seat behind the reading and pulled her into your lap. There was no time to withdraw without risking your cock getting spotted flopping out so you hid your erection all the way inside the third-year and urged her to pick her book back up.

You always thought it was funny that they still print and distribute paper books. But in this case, it's a lifesaver, as it gives a thin excuse for 'sitting right behind' a student as you help 'tutor' her on history. She struggles to keep her voice neutral as she asks innocent questions while the stern, severe looking librarian walks up, and you do your best to focus on answering them while feeling her quivering around you.

She's wearing a snug blazer and skirt, and has her dark hair in a proper bun, arms folded over her pillowy bosoms. You think the librarian suspects that there is something going on, whether you're a futa or just a typical woman who likes to play with girls. It's nearly ****, since you'd been right on the edge of shooting your load, which means you can't focus completely on answering the basic questions the librarian is posing you about whether you were an officially authorized tutor or not and why you weren't showing up in the system.

You decide you need to clear your mind of the pressure and tension. So, unrealistic though they are, you imagine the possibility of it turning into a threeway with that sexy librarian... and since you'd already been not that far off from splurting in your own panties while watching the practicing athletes an hour ago, it's enough to make your cock swell up and spurt a thick, creamy load deep inside the bespectacled young woman sharing the seat with you. This early, it's a big one, too... so big that she surely feels the hot, sticky spurts inside her. The aspiring cheater's thighs quiver with the sensation, but she remains quiet. "Sorry if we were being too loud, ma'am..." she says.

"Ah..." with the built-up tension in your package relieved, you are able to craft a convincing lie. "I was a guest speaker, actually. Me and my friend's daughter here were just killing time while waiting for my speaking slot... in 'Galactic History 208'." You glance down at your communicator. "Oh, I need to get going for that, actually. Thanks for snapping me out of it, ma'am, you know how easy it can be to get lost in a good book." Backing away, you daringly slip your cock back under your skirt as you stand without revealing it, the remains of the torn condom still bunched up around the base. Unfortunately with that mature librarian glaring accusingly at you, you can't will the hardness away and you keep making a telltale bulge under the short skirt's hem. The student can't do anything but smile awkwardly as she feels your cum already starting to dribble out into her panties, pretending to keep reading while pondering the fact that she might need to re-order her graduation gown in maternity size.

On your way out, the librarian clears her throat and grabs your shoulder. "Now, be honest with me, Miss 'guest speaker': if I were to flip your skirt up right now, would I find a hard futanari cock with a full condom dangling from the tip?"

You are genuine in your protest. "No! Of course not! I'd never do a thing like that!" Meaning, of course, you would never use a condom properly when a fertile young woman with such a nice ass was letting you fuck her.

"Hmph!" the mature woman protests indignantly. "I do have a nose, you know." Ah, damn - nothing you can do about the unmistakable scent of sex. But... at the same time, she had been inhaling your illictly modified pheromones, and a bit of a blush was in her face. "You are banned from this library permanently. Don't ever let me see you in here again. Maintaining morals isn't my job, but this is supposed to be a place of learning. Now, bend over."

You do a double take. "Wh-huh? What?"

The librarian produces a large ruler. "When a student is banned from one of the academy's amenities, the staff member in charge has the discretion of using corporal punishment to make it stick. Although they are legally adults, refusing to take chastisement they've earned reflects poorly on them and can be reported to the dean. And since you didn't give me real proof you aren't a student cutting class, I should give it to you just to be safe. If you refuse, I'll need your student ID card to assign you some demerits, unless you'd rather take this to the dean's office and have her vouch for your supposed credentials as a guest lecturer."

Ah. This must be one of those cases where you had no idea how much you wanted to participate in an act of debauchery until you tried it. Even though you just squeezed out quite a lot of cum, you aren't softening at all... on the contrary your kitty is getting wet as you obediently bend over and rest your hands against the bookshelves.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Without hesitation or mercy, the librarian starts laying into your pale backside. While she's distracted, you squeeze your shaft between your thighs to dexterously work the shredded remains of the condom off of you before she spots it. And not a moment too soon, as the librarian is soon sinking two knuckles into your cunt while making sure to give both sides of your quivering ass a well-distributed lashing. It suddenly occurs to you that even with anachronistic paper books around, there's really no reason to use a wooden ruler instead of a holographic multi-tool... so the only possible justification is that she keeps it around specifically for the purpose of spanking naughty girls. You silently thank her for giving you an idea with Claire.

Even as she fingers you harder, the sting gets more intense... you're going to be sitting funny for the rest of the day. But by making your cock ache with desire and you squeal and whimper under the **** on your buttocks, the librarian is putting your body's pheromone production into overdrive, and when she licks your juices off of her fingers, you can see that she's feeling the effects. "Now look at what you've done, you disgraceful, predatory slut... you've gotten me all bothered." she says. "I expect you to take care of this. And if it makes you late for your 'lecture', it's no ones fault but your own."

Less than a minute later her blouse buttons are being undone so you can cup your hands on the mature woman's tits while she slides her panties down around her ankles. She keeps her legs pressed firmly together and remains standing, making it a pleasant challenge to feed your hard cock past into her cunt. Sometimes the most challenging books to get into are the most rewarding, and you groan sluttily as you feel her soaked cunt gripping your length... only for her to smack you on the thigh again with her ruler. "Quiet!" she hisses. "This is still a library, there are students studying!"

Fortunately you'd managed to hide the torn condom under your shoe. In any case, the sexy librarian had never mentioned one. Maybe she thought that the risk was low for a forty-something woman without the aid of any ****. Or maybe she just doesn't care about the risk. As you grind your hips against hers from behind and push your tits against her back, sniffing her raven black hair worn in a prim bun, you decide you don't care either way. You silently thank the numerous students who have been helping you practice your 'edging'... normally you only do that to savor the pleasure longer, but in this case, you want to give your body as much time as possible to pack as many sperm as possible into your second load. With a mature fortysomething or older lady like this, the odds aren't as high that your seed will stick, so you want to be sure to give her as much as possible.

The feel of her curvy body is too much, and with a gulp, you hose down her velvety depths with your virile fleshy firehose. "I just felt you cum inside me... but don't you dare even think of pulling out before I'm finished." she says sharply, grinding her butt back against you and pinning you against a bookshelf. Like many of the people on this station she's a hypocrite (though in a charming and pleasing way), as she gasps and moans when she manages to cum around the cock she's milked dry.

"Hmph. Now go, and never come back. And... let me make sure you don't soil my pristine library on the way out..." she drops to her knees and gives you a clean-up blowjob so thorough that you worry you might collapse. Your knees are wobbling by the time you walk out of the library.

It's only after you have walked into a lecture hall full of a few dozen students that your brain recovers enough to recall that saying you had to come to this class to give a guest lecture was just a bluff.

It's an awkward moment. Looking around, you notice that there are two students among them who you'd given a thorough creaming already. Both of them give you dirty looks when they recognize you. But you focus on the teacher.

A woman with shoulder length dirty blonde hair and square glasses a bit older than you, this history teacher is wearing a white miniskirt and a short-sleeved pink blouse that looks like the buttons are in danger of popping off at any moment. Few of the students can hope to compete with her in the bust department... you're pretty sure she even has Claire beat.

"Ah. Yes. Ms. Eastman, the librarian, messaged me you were on your way. There must have been an error, because you didn't show up on my schedule. But, like my students who so often forget to do their reading on weekends, things can slip my mind too. Fortunately today's was a short lecture, and we were just finishing up Q&A. Have a seat and I'll let you know when we're ready." the teacher, Mrs. Hochmann, says confidently. Much like your own mother, it seems she is the type who doesn't try to prevent their modern medical treatments from allowing the early signs of aging to show through on her face and hips... you'd always thought it odd your mother went that route, but now, seeing someone rocking the 'milf look' who you can fantasize about fucking without it being weird, you see the appeal.