The Librarian
Copyright© 2026 by DangerMouse
Chapter 6: Book Her, Dano!
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Book Her, Dano! - The life and times of a male librarian who's attempts to be helpful (without any concern for personal reward) quickly spiral out of his control. This is an edited version of a story I posted about 20 years ago that has somehow disappeared from the site.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Cheating Incest Mother Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration First Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Prostitution
I was doing time on the reference desk again. I looked up just as April approached the desk.
“What can I help you with miss?”
“Can you get me “The Salmon of Doubt” by Douglas Adams” she asked nervously.
“Oh, I’m sorry April. I forgot you really needed that.”
“April? Who is April?” she sounded as confused as I was getting. I was sure that April was standing before me.
On a lark, I decided to try something. “Miss Jacobsen?”
“Yes” she said, sounding a little relieved. “I thought I had the wrong guy there for a minute.”
I had almost forgotten she was coming in. Now that she was here, I was shocked to find that she was the spitting image of April. In some respects that helped. I already knew I was physically attracted to April, so that could easily carry over to ... I didn’t know her name yet.
“Right this way” I said and rose from the desk.
We walked toward the back room. I decided I wasn’t going to take anything for granted.
“Do you know why you are here?”
“Yes. My mother told me what to expect.”
“That’s good. I didn’t want to start something that you weren’t ready for and find out that wasn’t what you were expecting.” Or at least I didn’t want to do that again even though the first time it happened seems to have worked out okay ... so far.
We had reached the door to the staff room, so I unlocked it. As soon as the door clicked shut, she jumped me. A savage sexual attack from a teenage girl is another activity I can recommend if you get the chance. She was all hands. I was being well and truly groped. Any doubts I might have had about her readiness were quickly erased by her right hand savagely stroking my cock through my pants. I pushed her away so that I could work on her clothes a bit. She was naked in a few seconds. It only took a few more before she had freed my cock from its confinement.
She rubbed her hand up and down the shaft. It felt fantastic, too fantastic.
“Have you done this before?”
“This what?” she asked, idly stroking my cock.
“The whole sex thing” I clarified.
“I’ve not had sex, but I have played around a little bit. Don’t tell my parents, they don’t know yet.”
“By the way, we haven’t actually met yet, I guess. I’m DangerMouse. You can call me DM if you want.”
“I’m Katelin. You can call me Katelin if you want.”
The fact that she seemed to be about the same age as April, coupled with their physical resemblance started to make me wonder if they had more in common than the average two teenage girls. I made a mental note to try to remember to find out what both of their birthdays were.
I took her in my arms and decided to try an experiment. I was going to try to do Katelin exactly as I first did April. It was a little late to decide that, because we hadn’t exactly started the same way, but who knows. I started kissing Katelin like April and I had. She responded like April had, but that was just kissing.
I kissed my way down to her breasts. They looked all but identical to April’s and she responded the same when I took a nipple in my mouth. Her moans were the same. Her mannerisms were the same. I took just a second and left a small hickey under one of her breasts, just in case I saw April soon.
I lay her on the floor and kissed my way to her pussy. When I started tonguing her, her response was nearly identical to April’s. This was getting odd, by my cock didn’t seem to care much. It did take her a little longer to start coming. That could probably be chalked up to having a little less experience.
As her orgasm started, I reached for my wallet again. Katelin watched me with interest as I unwrapped the device and unrolled it over my cock. I positioned myself at the entrance to her dripping pussy and pushed. The head engaged, but I wasn’t able to enter her. She moaned deep in her throat. Her legs opened wider. It seemed her hymen was blocking my passage. She was well lubricated, so a little persistence allowed entrance for to bloated head of my cock. She whimpered, but didn’t pull away.
I was kneeling between her spread legs with the head of my cock wiggling in the entrance to her tight pussy. To my amazement, she planted her feet flat on the floor and arched her back. She slid directly down my cock like a little fire pole. Exactly like April. She gasped when she hit bottom.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“I think so. It hurts a little, but not too bad.”
I slowly lowered her to the floor. It was apparent that the pain was going away. Her muscles had relaxed a bit and she was moaning quietly. I tested the waters by pulling back an inch and then sliding back in. She moaned and reached around to try to pull me deeper. That was encouraging. I started with slow methodical strokes, long and deep. She was not long removed from her first orgasm of the event, and the second wasn’t long in coming. As my speed increased, so did the intensity of her moans.
I moved myself up a couple inches on her body and my cock slid over her clit on each stroke. This pushed her right over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice and she dug her heels into me to hold me in. I wasn’t far behind her and her orgasm triggered mine.
I pulled out and lay down next to her. I cradled her in my arms as the tremors that were wracking her muscled ended. Finally, with a sigh she returned to full consciousness.
“Was that what you were expecting?”
“It was better. Thank you.”
“Katelin, the pleasure was entirely mine.”
“Can we do it again?”
My cock was still incredibly hard, but, alas, I didn’t have time.
“I’m sorry honey. We’ll definitely have to set up a time when we can spend a while together. I certainly enjoyed myself.”
“Mmmmm, me too.”