Free Love Librarian, Chapter 1

by cs.unwin

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Gera van de Boogard believed she had the best job the world. She was senior librarian in the main public library in the town of Wassenaar, which is a rather wealthy suburb of The Hague, seat of government of the Netherlands. The Dutch pronounce the letter G as a soft 'K', a throaty sound. The real pronunciation of her name would be 'Cchheerah'. But Anglo Saxon readers are free to call her 'Jeerah'. Since many diplomats and other International Civil Servants and their families make their home in Wassenaar, Gera was used to different pronunciations of her name.

The library was located in a renovated Art Deco building from the 1920s. It was large enough to serve the city of 25,000 people and adjacent suburbs. Her job was not very demanding. It paid well enough to meet her modest needs and Gera's house was located only 1200ft down the street from the library next to a lovely park. She had worked there for nearly 20 years and the risk of her being sacked or being made redundant was very slight. This was a very good thing because Gera was a lesbian with an insatiable appetite for pubescent girls. And she did not hesitate to use her position at the library to further her pursuit of these forbidden interests.

On this sunny day in early September, Gera paused, as she did every so often, to be grateful for her good fortune. On this day it was especially appropriate to do so because the fall school term had just begun. The library was busier with young girls than it had been since the beginning of the summer holidays. Gera wondered to herself what kind of new delights the new school year would bring her. She was well prepared, and as organized in her pursuit of young girls, as she was in keeping the libraries' collection up-to-date.

On this warm day she wore a sleeveless Indian print dress which hung loose to her knees. She did not wear a bra or underpants. Her full D-cup breasts and rather large nipples were fairly obvious under the thin cotton material of the dress. Her once pin-up category breasts were still large but now sagged where they once stood proud. Gera did not shave her underarms. The light brown tufts there were in plain sight. Her outfit, Gera knew from long experience, was like a magnet to some young girls. And for that she was happy to suffer the stares of some of her colleagues and the lecherous looks of some the male visitors to the library.

Gera had been a hippy in her youth. She had summered on the nude beaches of the Adriatic and travelled to India in a VW Van. She had smoked hash in Kathmandu and Goa. At the time she was a blonde haired, big busted, wide hipped love child. Like many of her peers she experimented with 'free love' with men, women and groups. Eventually Gera discovered she preferred to love women. She had several beautiful encounters with fellow travellers, many free-spirited women like herself.

In India, Gera had spent several months in an Ashram in Puna. It was run by an internationally renowned Guru whose philosophy could best be described as 'reaching Nirvana through sensual delight'. In other words every sexual taste was catered to in the Ashram. There Gera first discovered her taste for young girls. She and other guests were offered a succession of beautiful young girls with brown skin, white teeth who had not yet grown any pubic hair nor experienced their first menstrual cycle. Gera discovered her own personal fulfilment. Further down the hippy trail in Thailand, Gera confirmed her tastes with a variety of young ivory skinned girls, just out of their villages, and eager to please this statuesque blonde.

Back home in The Netherlands Gera put a plan in place which led her to this, the best job in the world. Now in her late 40s, her youthful voluptuousness had suffered the effects of gravity. She was thicker around the waist and bottom, her once proud breasts now sagged and her long blonde hair was greying and kept short. Not that it really mattered because in truth Gera was more often desired and sexually fulfilled now than she had ever been in her 20s. A keen mind, singleness of purpose, and experience will win out over looks every time, she believed. And she was right.

On this particular day she met Luna, a precocious 10 year old girl. She had olive skin and long brown hair and eyes which she got from her Columbian mother. Her height - she was tall for her age – her frankness and a strong curious streak she got from her Dutch father.

Luna was bored. She had spent nearly the whole afternoon in the library, most of the time near Gera's desk. Her mother had obviously dropped her off in order to run errands, and save on the cost of day-care. Gera had seen this many times before, but was not bothered. It provided her with an endless source of easy pickings.

Luna wore a t-shirt and an A-shaped smock-like dress, bare feet and sandals. She was very pretty, her darker skin and black hair stood out amongst the mostly blonde children. Her most interesting features were her large eyes and slightly bee-stung lips, suggesting the beauty she might become when she was older. Her figure was quite typical of a ten year old – only the hint of curves she would develop in puberty. Naturally for her age, Luna had only very superficial understanding of or interest in sex. She was innocent in these matters and therefore careless about the way she leaned on the table, affording the librarian several views of her plain white cotton underpants.

Luna gazed at Gera's large breasts frankly and openly as she sat on the low children's table in front of the librarian's desk. The ten year old girl was leafing through books and magazines, clearly bored, and looking around to find something more interesting. Her gaze kept returning to Gera, who smiled and nodded at her. Gera deliberately stood up to reach a book on the shelf, giving the girl a clear view of her unenclosed breasts, and the tufts of light brown hair under her arms. Gera's nipples, always big, had grown as she got older. When engorged, as they were now because of her thoughts of the young girl, her nipples became the size of whiteboard marker caps, and easily visible beneath the fabric of her dress.

"What is your name dear?" Gera asked the young girl.

"Luna, Miss," was her reply.

"What a lovely name. You are such a pretty girl. You have been watching me. Do you like what you see?"

"Yes Miss," the girl answered.

"You like my boobies don't you?" Gera boldly asked. The girl nodded her head and blushed.

"Dear, don't be shy. I like to be watched by such a pretty girl." Gera flattered the girl. "Are you bored?" she asked.

"Yes Miss, I am here all afternoon. It is boring."

"Let's play a game together. Let's guess the colour of each other's undies." The little girl smiled, eager to do something interesting and slightly naughty.

"But only you and I can play this game. If someone else sees your undies, you lose."

"OK Miss." Luna said with a slightly mischievous smile on her full sensuous Latin lips. They were almost too full for such a young girl.

The little girl returned to the low table and sat on a child's chair. This time she was a little careful, holding her legs together tightly. Gera pulled her skirt up past her knees and waited until no one was looking. She lifted the hem of her skirt and quickly opened and closed her legs.

The child craned her neck but could not see much. She eagerly joined in the game and mimicked Gera's actions, but with little finesse. She lifted her skirt and opened her legs wide. The librarian was rewarded with a good look at the gusset of her girls' underpants. The white cotton covered her plump mound tightly and the fabric was pushed tightly into her little crack. Gera could see the faint discoloration of a pee stain from when the young girl had forgotten to wipe herself.

Luna looked at the librarian expectantly. Gera made sure the coast was clear, pulled up her skirt and opened her legs. The little girl was favoured with a clear view of Gera's hairy pussy. From her vantage point all Luna could see was a nest of light brown curls. Gera let her look for a couple of moments and then closed her legs again.

The expression on the little girl's face was precious to behold. It was a combination of fascination, then surprise and finally indignation. She stood up and marched over to Gera's desk.

"No fair. You cheated!" She said loudly. "Shhh." The librarian tried to quiet her.

"You aren't wearing any undies! I can't guess the colour!"

"Yes I am sorry. You are right. You win dear. Would you like a Cola? Come with me to my office and I will get one for you."

Luna perked up, smiled and followed the librarian downstairs to her office. The office was the result of years of preparation and planning. Gera had used her seniority to obtain a small room tucked behind the storage facilities. No one else in the library had an office and hardly anyone ever went there during the day. The brightly lit room was furnished with a desk, a small couch and an apartment sized fridge. The librarian had painted and decorated the room in bright colours and IKEA furniture. It was designed with a single purpose in mind - the one that it was going to be used for that day.

Gera got a Cola from the fridge and offered it to Luna. The little girl could see the fridge was stuffed with Haribo sweets and soft drinks.

"This is my grown-up playroom. Welcome Luna." Gera told the girl.

"Wow! It is so neat. I wish I had one like this." The girl said, wide-eyed in amazement.

"We are friends now dear and you can come here any time you like."

"Really Miss?"

"Oh yes dear, really, really!" Gera said and she gave the little girl a big hug.

Given the height different between the two, Luna's face was buried in between her two soft pillow-like breasts. The girl took in the scent of the librarian which was clean and smelt of soap and the slight hint of her perspiration. The touch and smell was different and new and exciting to her. This triggered an emotion of comfort and belonging which the ten year old girl craved. Luna was a latch-key child and spent a lot of time by herself. She missed the love and comfort she should have been getting from her mother.

Gera sat on the couch and pulled the girl next to her.

"I like you Luna, you are fun." Gera told her. "I like playing games with you. Lets play tickle your fanny. You can tickle me and I will tickle you."

Luna perked up immediately. She was a girl with a strong sense of curiosity. She was especially curious about adults' bodies. Her mother and father, when she saw them, were modest and would not dream of being naked in her presence. Here was a nice woman who seemed about to satisfy her curiosity.

Luna was eager to play. Gera hiked her skirt up around her waist and opened her legs. Luna could see between a thick mat of hair, the outline of the librarian's sex. There seemed to be bits that were cauliflower shaped sticking out; very different from her own smooth hairless crease. Gera gently took her hand and rubbed it against the hairy mound between her legs. The little girl let her hand stroke the rubbery-like surface of her vulva. It felt strange and exciting. Her fingers felt a bit of moisture and she wondered if the woman had peed recently.

"You like that Luna? It feels good for me." said the librarian. "Now it is my turn dear."

Gera kneeled on the floor in front of the girl, lifted her smock, and tugged at her underpants. Without any embarrassment Luna lifted her bum off the seat and the small cotton panties were pulled off her hips and down her legs. They lay in a wrinkled heap around her ankles. Gera leaned over to examine the girl more closely.

"Oh my! You have a lovely little fanny. What do you call it?"

"Mum calls it my kitty, Miss. Do you think it is OK? It is not hairy like yours."

"Don't worry dear. It is a lovely kitty. May I look more closely?"

The girl nodded and Gera gently touched her plump little mound. Her experienced fingers deliberately stroked up and down the little crease, lightly probing in between her lips. Like most girls her age, Luna's pussy felt a little sticky to the touch. "Oh it is beautiful, the prettiest I have seen." Gera told her.

The little girl was beginning to react to the librarian's touch. She felt a slight tingling sensation between her legs. It was a new sensation but not unpleasant. She felt what they were doing was slightly naughty and said so.

"Yes Luna, we are playing big girls games and we are being naughty. I will not tell anyone if you won't. This will be our little secret. Promise?"

The little girl was torn between fear of what her mother might think, and a desire to do what she wanted, whether it was right or wrong. Gera however, had chosen well, as usual. She had a sixth sense of which girls could be counted on to break the rules and which ones would not.

Gera thought it was time to up-the-ante in this poker game. She pulled her dress up over her head. It came off easily. Her large pear shaped breasts were aimed directly at Luna, the nipples big and hard and pointing slightly downwards. Luna's pretty full lips mouthed a silent 'Oh!' as she regarded the big breasts in front of her. Every little girl is fascinated by women's breasts and a desire to know how their own would develop; Luna was no exception.

Her small hand reached out involuntarily to touch the pendulous orbs in front of her. She stopped short and looked at the librarian, her eyes begging for permission.

"Yes Luna, you can touch all you like. We are special friends and it is OK for friends to touch each other dear."

Gera took the girl's small hands in her own and placed them on her breasts, over the nipples. The skin was surprisingly warm and the nipples hard and rubbery under her touch.

"Do you like them Luna? How about if we play 'Baby'? Will you like that dear?"

"How do you play that Miss." Luna asked, slightly puzzled.

"I will be the mother and you are the baby. Is Baby hungry now?"

The light went off for Luna. She smiled broadly and said: "Yes Baby is very hungry, Goo-goo, Ga-ga."

Gera lifted one breast and pushed it towards Luna's face. The little girl wasted no time suckling on the proffered nipple.

The librarian pulled her chest back and her breast stretched horizontally to accommodate. Luna had a firm grip on the nipple and did not let go. She sucked harder and that had the desired effect for Gera. The hard suction of the girl's pretty little mouth was arousing the older woman. She felt a familiar tingling in her crotch and noticed the juices in her vagina were beginning to flow.

Luna was very happy as she sucked hard on the librarian's big nipple. It had been her fantasy to suck on her own mother's breasts, but she had not touched or barely had a look at them in the past five years. She sucked the nipple like she would on a straw, straining to get the milk out. When Gera asked her to change breasts, she did so willingly and began to suck on the other. The older woman felt the little girl was ready for the next step. She said to her:

"All right dear. It is now your turn to play Mommy." And with that she detached her breast from the girl's mouth and pulled the smock over Luna's head. Next came her t-shirt. The little girl had no breasts to speak of. She was too young and skinny even for small bumps to form. Her nipples though were larger than a boy's her age. Gera gently pushed the little girl onto the couch and began to suck on her nipple.

"Yumyum! Give Baby some milk!" She whispered.

The girl stroked her hair and said: "Good Baby!"

Gera took the small nipple in her mouth. With considerable expertise she manipulated it with her lips, tongue and teeth. And even though she was years away from puberty, like most girls, Luna's nipples were the first part of her body to mature. They were sensitive and the older woman's manipulation of them began to release feelings in her innocent young body that she did not even know she could have.

From her position kneeling on the floor and her face pressed against the little girl's chest, Gera's hands had ready access to the treasure between her legs. Her fingers continued the exploration she had begun earlier. She gently eased Luna's legs apart and her fingers explored the intimate places that lay within. The girl responded immediately, opening her legs further and giving the librarian greater access. The older woman's fingers probed the soft fleshy insides of her lips. A cautious attempt at pushing into her vagina was stopped by the little girl's hymen, so she made her way to the tiny clitoris and began to tickle it.

The 10 year old girl's body was overwhelmed by the sensations from her nipples and her little cunny. She could only lie back and enjoy them and let the pleasure she felt wash over her in waves. She was now putty in the older woman's hands, which is what Gera had counted on. From long experience she knew that even very young girls, when stimulated in this way, would feel pleasure. Once the feelings of sexual pleasure took over, young girls became eager for more.

The librarian was now desperate for a taste of what that lovely young girl had between her legs. She put her hands on the girl's slim buttocks and her tongue made a snail trail across her flat belly, over her smooth little girl's abdomen and straight in between her hairless vulva. Holding Luna's plump vulva apart her tongue dived into the silky cleft which bisected it. The taste was as she expected – divine.

'There is no taste in the world which compares to that of a young girl's pussy.' She thought to herself. With its hint of urine, and otherwise clean fresh taste she licked up and down the girls little slit. Gera sucked on the little flaps which barely peeped out Luna's pussy when it was closed. She even gently lifted her buttocks to expose her tiny puckered anus. Her tongue darted in and pushed slightly against the little girl's tight sphincter. Gera sought her tiny little girl's clitoris and circled it with her tongue. She pursed her lips and sucked it like one would suck a little penis.

Luna was in another world. The initial tickling sensation had been replaced by a newfound pulse which pressed urgently into her tiny loins. It seemed to push in waves into her undeveloped womb and uterus. She was devoid of speech and could only lie back and enjoy the new feelings in her body. As the tempo of the librarian's licking increased, Luna felt she was riding a wave of pleasure which pulsed through her. Suddenly she felt an urgent need for release, very similar to when she badly needed to pee. She tried to warn the lady with her mouth over where she normally peed from but could only manage a small grunting sound. Then as a wave crests as it reaches the shore, her body felt itself let go. She went rigid in the older woman's arms, and then limp, as the entire room seemed to narrow to a tunnel around her body.

Gera could tell the little girl had passed out. Her eyes had closed and her legs had gone limp. The librarian reluctantly removed her mouth from the hairless little clam it had been feasting on. She took the girl in her arms and held her pulse to know if she was all right. Luna awoke with a smile on her face.

"Wow! Miss, that was sooo good!" She exclaimed. Instinctively she reached for the librarian's large soft breast which pillowed her head.

"Can we do that again? I love this game Miss. It makes me feel so good."

Luna was chattering away, saying whatever came into her mind at the moment.

"Yes dear. Of course, my sweet. Whenever you like." Gera told her.

Helping the little girl have her first orgasm had aroused her to the point where her wet vagina was literally leaking on the couch. She pulled the little girls' slim body close to her, savouring her soft skin and childish curves. She stroked her long dark hair and placed little kisses on her bee-stung lips.

"How would you like to kiss my kitty, sweety?" The little girls brown eyes went wide and her smile went nearly ear to ear.

"Oh yes Miss. Can I please? May I?" And without answering Gera pushed her slim childlike body down and lifted her legs.

The little minx slid the rest of the way and lay on her stomach regarding the librarians' slightly opened hairy pussy. She examined it very carefully as Gera watched her.

Luna had never seen a woman's pussy up close before. Her mother was very dark haired and her pussy was trimmed regularly so as not to protrude from her bathing suit. The girl did not know her mother shaved. She found the librarian's hairy pussy fascinating. Although the hair was confined to her pubic area it was thick and bushy. It covered the sides of her labia and light brown strands were present front to back. A ring of hair circled her asshole. Her fascination was greater for the fact that her body and little pussy was completely hairless and destined to be so for the foreseeable future.

The little girl rubbed the hair at the entrance to the librarian's pussy. It felt silky under her small hand, quite different from how it looked. She parted the hair to have a better look inside. Though the skin of her outer labia was the same light colour as the rest of her it appeared to be brown because of the hair. Legs only slightly spread, her inner labia pushed out like a brown ridge of cauliflower. Curious, Luna stroked this ridge; it was softer than her normal skin, and slightly wet to the touch. Gera's arousal by the little 10 year old girl ensured she was well lubricated.

"Put your finger inside dear!" Gera told the little girl.

And to help her she opened her legs wider and placed her fingers on the skin on either side of her large gash. This opened up her wrinkled pink insides to her little lover's inspection. The inside was a lighter pink, shiny with her vaginal secretions. Very tentatively the little girl pushed her finger into the opening between the two wrinkly lips. It went in easily and felt warm and slimy. It reminded her of the inside of her mouth. She was careful not to push too hard.

"Wow your kitty is so big Miss!"

"That is a grown up kitty. OK dear, please slide your finger in and out. It makes me feel good. And don't worry you can push harder."

Luna did as she was told. She moved her finger in and out of the slippery wet hole. Now she caught the scent of the librarians' pussy. It was the powerful odour of aroused woman, a smell completely new to the little girl. As she moved her small finger back and forth the fleshy flap of Gera labia moved back and forth covering her knuckle. Gera moaned slightly as the little girl penetrated her. Her vagina's arousal was producing copious amounts of milky white mucus which coated Luna's finger and hand.

"Give me more fingers," Gera moaned. "And please lick me." She instructed her little pupil.

Luna was able to insert four fingers into the slippery wet hole. She pulled them back and forth as instructed. She put her face in closer and inhaled the full scent of the librarian's sex. She pushed her tongue into the open gash very timidly, not sure about licking where the older woman peed. The taste wasn't so bad! It did not taste like pee at all. It tasted really funny, a little like the older woman smelled.

Emboldened Luna licked again, and again, much like a little girl would lick a big lollipop.

"Yes dear that is so good. Lick the little bud at the top. Suck it like you did my nipple."

The light went on for this little girl. She understood that except for the big hole, the librarian's pussy was similar to her own, only a larger, hairier caricature. And the fact that she herself did not have a hole there. Luna remembered how Gera had licked her own clitoris and began to give the librarian's stiff little bud most of her attention. Her lips formed into a little cupid's bow pursed together, sucked on the older woman's clitoris.

Luna, like most little girls, was easily distracted and so Gera had to keep her focused. She used her hand to gently but firmly keep the girl's head in place and mouth on her throbbing clitoris. She instructed Luna to push her entire hand into her wet vagina. Her small hand slid in easily.

"Make a fist dear and pretend you are punching me inside. Don't worry you can't hurt me at all."

The little girl clenched her fingers and pushed deep inside the librarian's slimy wet hole, thrusting deep against her cervix. She thought what she was doing was strange, but it felt like an interesting game to her and since she really liked the older woman and wished to please her, she stayed focused.

Gera lay back watched the pretty little girl's efforts. From her position on the couch she could watch Luna's pretty, perfectly shaped naked bottom move with her efforts. This one is definitely a keeper she thought as she abandoned herself to sensations of her impending orgasm. The feeling of the lips and tongue on her clitoris and hard fist penetrating deep into her womb brought her over the edge and her body shook and spasmed slightly as her climax took her.

Luna regarded the librarian with a mixture of awe and admiration. She realized she was responsible for Gera's pleasure and she felt proud and grown up. Gera pulled Luna up so her little girl's skinny body was perched on top of her soft cushiony body. Her large pillowy breasts pushed against the flat 10 year old's chest. She kissed her on the mouth tasting her own juices on the girl.

"Oh Luna, thank you dear. You made Gera have a really great cum. You are a wonderful lover." She complimented the young girl and spoke to her like an equal.

"You and I are lovers now, secret lovers. Do you know what that means dear?"

"Does that mean we can do this again Miss?"

"Yes Luna, any time you like sweety. But you cannot tell anyone about this. Not your friends, not your parents. Especially not your parents. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss, the little girl answered solemnly."

It was time to leave before Luna's mother came looking for her. Gera helped the thin, little, doll-like girl dress. . The librarian could not resist giving her nipples a last kiss and using her finger to fondle her little hairless slit. She used her finger to probe her virgin little hole. There was no entering through her hymen. 'Another time.' She thought to herself, finishing dressing the little girl and putting on her own clothes.

Gera did a final check for any signs of their tryst and found none. They went up to the main floor of the library where Luna idly leafed through comics while gazing at the librarian who busied herself at her desk. Luna's mother came to fetch her shortly after five as Gera had predicted. The woman was using the library as a free day-care, as she guessed. Gera was looking forward to regular play sessions with this pretty little precocious girl. The librarian blew the little girl a secret kiss as she left with her mother.

-- to be continued --

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