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While the negative aspects of egotism and ambition are all too apparent, it is also true that for a man or woman to function adequately and maturely in a society, it is necessary to have a certain amount of healthy self-confidence.
When a man or woman lacks this confidence on a sexual level, it can be apparent in every aspect of their lives. It is often necessary to be sure of one’s identity as a man or woman in order to be successful.
Lisa, the woman in this book, suffers from a lack of sexual self-assurance. Buried behind the drab, stern facade of her librarian job, she at last realizes that it is a waste for her to hide her natural beauty and sensuality. Thus it is only when she learns to appreciate herself and at last breaks free of the deeply embedded strictures of her moralistic upbringing that she becomes a confident and successful adult.
BOY-HUNGRY LIBRARIAN is a novel about a woman’s struggle to free herself of deep-seated fears and inhibitions and take her place as a fully functioning, independent and knowledgeable adult.
“Oh, wow, Chuck! Mary Sue said you were hung like a stud horse, but that’s outa sight! You must have the biggest cock in the whole damn school!”
“You stupid cunt, not so fuckin’ loud! You want Iron Pants Lafferty to hear?”
“I don’t give a shit if she does.” Betty squeezed the shaft of his prick, feeling the heat expanding into the palm of her hand. A droplet of clear gold welled in the gaping hole in the bright red mushroom-top, breaking, loose as she brought even more pressure beneath the head. The hole produced another droplet of preseminal fluid.
Betty sighed. “All I want is one beautiful taste of that sweet meat!”
The blond boy couldn’t conceal his grin of pride as he stared down at the kneeling girl as Betty Madison worked the generous foreskin back away from the glans. A tiny dart of pain shot through his fleshy tool as she pulled it too tight, and Chuck Grogan tightened his belly, his balls drawing up in the hairy sac to make his cock jump lively in her fingers.
“Suck me, Betty!”
“Oh, jeez, Chuck! I don’t think I can take it.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number SE-2025 in the original publications (a duplicate).