"Fucking is an art. The mere fact of introducing the cock in the cunt and moving it in and out until the ejaculation of spunk is not art. True, it is fucking, but the difference between that way of doing it and the way it should be done is like the difference between a child's first drawing and a picture by the world's greatest painter."
― Anaïs Nin, White Stains
If Ms. Nin was correct, then Lily Jaymes was Rembrandt. Her intense curiosity about all matters sensual and sexual was awakened in high school in the back seat of Dick Thruston's parent's Pacifica on prom night. Ms. Jaymes was raised as a strict Catholic. She understood that if she was to ever touch herself or any other person improperly, she would either be struck down immediately by God. Or when she died, she would be assured of fiery damnation for eternity.
She had heard her friends talk in hushed tones about their varied and indifferent experiences with boys and their blunt attacks. She was so tempted. Nonetheless, she remained true to herself, but like many young women of her age she relented and gave in to her urges on that fateful prom night.
Dick Thruston, the second-string quarterback, imagined he was in charge of the events of that evening until Lily busted from her chrysalis as a consequence of her first orgasm. Lily destroyed Dick's cock that evening. Three times. Thus that evening became more of a question of who fucked whom. It didn't matter in the end; Mr. Thruston lit a match that night that started a fire that burns still in Ms. Jaymes' loins.
Unfortunately, Dick was left with a very different reminder of that event. He was never able to remove the stains or the scent of girl-cum to satisfy his mother from the car's upholstery.
From that eventful evening, Lily was always in search of new and beautiful expressions of her sexual experiences. She also became fully aware of the adage: "With one of these, her cunt, I can get as many cocks as I want."
So she explored. Initially, with boys, until she discovered the sapphic pleasures of girls. Then she played with boys and girls almost equally. She was cautious to stay out of the spotlight. That is, she never got a reputation and didn't dress or behave like one of those "slutty girls" that she loved to fuck. She chose who to fuck, and she always left no doubt who was in charge. When she left her lovers, with their hearts pounding in a puddle of cum and spit, she reminded them, with a kiss that reached their very soul. She would never tell their girlfriend, boyfriend, mother, father, fiancée or husband so long as they kept their encounter secret. No one spoke. Ever.
By all standards, Ms. Jaymes was very attractive. She was the prototypical hottie that lived next door. Blessed with clear alabaster skin, she rose just above 5 feet in height. Her standard 4-inch heels elevated her presence. She had a petite frame. Her 34b breasts were topped with highly sensitive, pert, gum-drop nipples that stiffened, awkwardly at times, and always with the proper attention. Being a librarian and aware that even the slightest rub or impure thought seem to elicit a response, Ms. Jaymes had always ensured her bras were padded. Her innocent disguise was typically wrapped in dark pants or knee-length skirts, which hid her long, lean legs, which were capped with a perfectly round ass. Like the iceberg, she presented, beneath her seemingly innocent facade, smouldered a slut volcano always ready to erupt.
Lily was always eager for sex; she had that proverbial chronic itch that needed to be scratched. Where opportunities arose, she was pleased to pounce.
Today was no different. Lily arrived just in time for her shift at the library as the night manager. She waved to the staff members at the desk as she breezed her way to her office.
"Tim, I'll be in my office, buzz me if you have questions, but I really need some quiet time to finish up the month-end reports. Oh and Dr. "Francy Pants" will be dropping by, let me know as soon as he arrives."
"Got it, boss. Will buzz you!"
Dr. "Francy Pants" was the nick-name she and Tim had dreamed up for Professor Pierre DeFrance, who was on campus for a symposium. He had made an appointment to view the library's copy of the Nin White Stain manuscript.
Right now, the only thing Jenny had an interest in buzzing out was her orgasm. In fact, up until an hour ago, her delicious boyfriend was shagging her delightfully when her alarm went off. Immediately prior, she remembered being mesmerized as she watched the reflection of Todd's thick long cock rhythmically sliding in and out of her dripping snatch in her mirror. Each stroke was bringing her closer to ecstasy. Her juices were dribbling down Todd's ass, puddling on the bed. She'd lost track of time, and now the blare of the alarm had ruined her orgasm. So close.
She bounded off Todd and jumped in the shower, successfully resisting the temptation to finish herself there. She thought of removing the blue jewel steel butt plug from her ass but refrained. One never knows.
She dashed in and out of the shower in minutes. Refreshed and not wanting to waste any more time, she slipped on a fresh pair of sheer lace briefs. And, though it was summer, she pulled on a pair of sheer thigh-highs, again, because a lady never knows. She gave a cursory search for her bra, but couldn't find it. No matter, the girls could stand by themselves. She slipped on a mid-thigh length full button-front summer dress.
"Todd. Sorry love, I have to dash. Fuck you later, babe. Love you!"
Poor Todd was left standing, so to speak. Her bra? On the bedpost.
Lily was still drippingly horny when she reached her office. She was confident that Tim would not disturb her unless the place was on fire. Lily also knew that he spent most of his time scrolling through his nasty Tumblr feed. She latched her door plopped down on the office chair and wasted no time peeling off her already soaked panties, placing them on the desk.
She splayed her legs, obscenely on the arms of her chair. If someone dropped in, well, they would have seen an incredible sight.
She moistened three fingers of her right hand with her mouth and moved her hand between her thighs. Her palm rested on her bare mons. Her fingers traced the lips of her slick outer labia. They were full, still tingling and sloppy wet from her earlier play with Todd. With her middle finger, she lightly traced the groove of her slit. Her breath caught. She loved playing out these deliberate and delicate motions as a prelude to what would surely follow.
Lily cupped her right breast and pinched her nipple. She bit the left side corner of her lower lip in response to the pain. A moan escaped her throat as her arousal grew.
Now Lily started to cycle her finger movements in a dance she had practiced many times. Her splayed index and middle fingers went down the sides of her outer lips, between her outer labia and her inner thigh. She dragged her middle finger down between her legs toward the jewel butt plug and then back between her pussy petals, pulling them apart to expose her quim's pink interior.
I'm so fucking wet, she thought.
Without thinking, she slowly pushed her middle finger deeper into her slit. She remembered how not less than an hour ago, Todd's cock was plowing into her cunt so delightfully. She recalled how she grabbed his firm ass with her hands - god she loved men's asses - pulling him deeper, faster. A small squeal of arousal escaped her lips, and she pushed a second finger into her quim, pulling them out, pushing them in, over and over. She felt amazing, tingly all over. Her breathing became more ragged.
Three fingers? Hmmm, she thought.
Lily pulled her slick, wet fingers out and started rubbing her clit earnestly. Her orgasm continued to build — layer upon layer. Her free hand, she now directed to her clit.
"Ohh, Fuck! Fuck yes. Fuck me, Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck..." The orgasm struck her like a freight train. Her entire core spazzed, and she bucked in pleasure and flooded over her fist and onto the chair. Some girl cum dripped and puddled on the floor beneath her chair. She cried out and then clamped her mouth shut with her sopping hand. Her mouth spread wide again, silently this time, and she closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure from the orgasm washed through her body.
She readied for another and then...
Her phone rang.
"FUCK!!!! What the serious fuck," she screamed at the device as she reached for the handset with her drenched hand.
"Hi Lily," said Tim, "Dr. DeFrance is here. You know the dude who wanted to view the Nin documents in the stacks."
