Introduction
This is a sequel to my original “Super-Sized Saralynn” story. You are highly encouraged to read the first tale in its entirety, but here is a brief summary:
Danny Jacobson and Saralynn Samuels had been classmates in elementary school numerous times during the 1970s. While Saralynn was pleasant and had a cute face, she was obese—as were her older brother and younger sister. Danny did not think much of Saralynn until the last day of the fifth grade when she added an affectionate comment when she signed his homemade yearbook. From that day forward, Danny always made a point of at least being cordial to Saralynn through the eighth grade. This was unlike many of his classmates who spoke disparagingly of her and created the unflattering nickname “Super-Sized Saralynn” to mock her weight.
Danny does not see Saralynn during his high school years as her family had moved out of town in 1978. At age 20, Danny encounters Saralynn one Saturday afternoon at a public library in a nearby larger city when he goes there to do research for a college assignment. She works there as an assistant. They greet each other warmly. Saralynn explains that she’s been employed there since graduating high school and she enjoys her job. She is basically in charge of the third-floor help desk assisting patrons who want to access its large microfilm library and other special collections. Danny had arrived to look at old newspaper microfilms from the 1930s for a history project. Saralynn becomes very affectionate with Danny and tells him she had a huge crush on him since she was 11. When they are alone on the floor, Saralynn freely gropes Danny’s crotch—which he enjoys. They agree to go out to dinner when the library closes at 5 p.m.—and then back to Saralynn’s apartment for a sexual romp. While dining, Saralynn informs Danny that she prefers rough intercourse—and always has since a friend of her brother’s took her virginity at a young age. Danny happily obliges. They have a wonderful time screwing in Saralynn’s bed.
Danny again is the first-person narrator.
Part One
When I woke up that Saturday morning and drove to a neighboring city to access its public library’s excellent microfilm collection, the last thing I expected was to end up in bed with Saralynn Samuels—an overweight girl whom I had not seen in six years—and thoroughly enjoy it. I had never bedded a chubby girl before, but it was great fun, especially since Saralynn specifically encouraged me to engage in aggressive and vigorous fucking. All things considered, it had been the best sexual experience of my young life. I wanted more! I told Saralynn I’d return to the library the following Saturday to do more research on her floor and take her out to dinner again.
“And what else?” she cheekily asked.
I laughed for a moment and said, “Of course, we’ll end up in this bedroom again and I’ll give you another thorough fucking, Saralynn. You are a great sex partner. I mean that sincerely. I should have fucked you when we were in elementary school. I didn’t realize how much fun that would have been. Gee, wouldn’t that have been great?”
“Well, we just fantasized that we were preteens again. We’re both 20 now, so using our imaginations is the only way to turn back the clock,” she accurately noted.
When I said goodbye, she encouraged me to be at the library at 10 a.m. the following Saturday, promptly when it opened, so I’d be the first in line to access one of its two microfilm readers. She declared, “That way you won’t have to waste any time sitting around waiting for other patrons’ allotted hours to expire.”
“That was hardly a waste of time, Saralynn,” I reminded her. “We reconnected while I was waiting. I discovered you were quite the girl. I’d say it was time well spent.” I kissed her on the left cheek and walked out of her apartment.
Part Two
As instructed, the following Saturday I was outside the library door waiting for the facility to open at 10 o’clock. My watch said 9:55 a.m. I did not see Saralynn, but then I realized she likely had to report for work 20 or 30 minutes before 10 a.m. to be ready to deal with patrons as soon as they were permitted to enter the building. When it did open, I excitedly made a beeline to the third floor via the staircase, hustling as best I could to beat anyone else. I need not have hurried. No one was behind me on the staircase. Saralynn was literally standing beside Microfilm Reader #1 waiting for my arrival. She had even gotten the same rolls of microfilm for me that I had perused the previous Saturday.
“Now that’s what I call efficient service!” I happily declared.
“You like that, Danny?” she asked me with a mischievous grin on her face. “I’ll give you an added bonus!” She immediately hugged me, kissed me, and squeezed my scrotum with her right hand! That was going beyond the call of duty for a library assistant—and I told her so.
“I loved it, Saralynn,” I began, “but weren’t you even slightly worried about getting caught doing that?”
“No,” she informed me. “I’ve worked here long enough to know that the metal stairs make a lot of noise whenever anyone is approaching this floor. It’s the same with the elevator. It’s intended for handicapped patrons. It’s rarely used—perhaps once a month—to lift someone to this floor. It makes more noise than the stairs, so I can always tell when someone is climbing the stairs or riding the elevator.”
“So, you are sure that no one is coming up the stairs or riding the elevator right now?” I asked.
“That’s right. We’re all alone,” Saralynn replied.
“Excellent!” I said. “Opportunity knocks!” Then I embraced Saralynn and gave her a long, passionate kiss. Then I put my hands on her breasts and gave them an affectionate squeeze. Saralynn returned her hand to my crotch to caress my sexual organ. We must have embraced and groped each other for five full minutes.
I broke off our kiss to make a joke. I noted, “Library period was never this fun in elementary school, Saralynn.”
“It could have been, Danny. I would have loved to do this with you behind a bookshelf, but I don’t think Mrs. Michaels would have approved.”
“Now there’s a name from the past!” I exclaimed. Doreen Michaels had been our elementary school’s librarian. I literally hadn’t thought about her since the last day of grade eight when I returned a few books I had borrowed. She had to be approaching retirement in 1978. It was now 1984. I wondered if she was still there.
“Danny, I have your microfilms ready for you. You know how to load the machine. Do you need anything else right now?”
“I need this,” I said as I rekindled our passionate kiss and continued to fondle Saralynn’s large tits.
After about half a minute, Saralynn said, “You know what I meant, Danny. Do you need any further research materials on microfilm?”
“If the truth be known,” I stated. “I probably gathered enough material from last Saturday’s outing here to complete my history assignment and get a great mark on it. Anything beyond that is a bonus. Whenever someone comes to this floor, I’ll use one of the microfilm readers just for fun. But as long as we’re alone, Saralynn, and you have nothing pressing to do...” I left my sentence unfinished.
“Until someone else comes up to the third floor, the only thing pressing I have to do is press my hand against your dick and give it a good massage!” Saralynn stated. She wasted no time. She began doing exactly that. I returned to fondling her boobs while kissing her soft lips.
“Your nipples are getting hard; I can feel them,” I informed her.
“A certain special part of your body is getting hard, too, Danny!” she replied.
Moments later Saralynn recognized the distinct sound of somebody climbing the metal staircase. “Unwanted intruder approaching,” she joked.
It was a man who was likely in his sixties. He wanted information about the microfilm collection to find out if the 1946 issues of the Toronto Star were available. Saralynn confirmed they were and asked the man which specific months he needed today.
“Oh, I don’t need them today,” he said. “I only have a few minutes. I just wanted to make sure you had them. I’ll come back on Monday when I have plenty of time. I’ll need a lesson on how to use the microfilm reader, too.”
Saralynn said she’d be on duty that day and would be pleased to assist him. He left. Excluding me, he was the only person who visited the third floor until the library closed at 5 p.m. Thus, Saralynn and I spent the better part of seven hours alone engaging in various types of adult fun.
After about 90 minutes of very enjoyable sexual touching, I pulled up a chair beside Saralynn’s desk. She had decided to take an early lunch to pass the time. Saralynn took out a paper sack containing a sandwich and a fruit drink from the large bottom drawer of her desk. I asked her if lulls like this one were common.
“Yes, and wildly unpredictable,” she told me between bites of a roast beef sandwich. “At one point on Tuesday afternoon, which is typically a slow day, I had six people waiting to use the two microfilm readers. Four of them were quite polite and understanding about having to share the machines and wait for their turns, but two of them were impatient jerks who somehow concluded that it was my fault that we didn’t have six microfilm readers. Honestly, I wanted to sit on both of them!”
That unexpected remark made me laugh.
Saralynn continued, “Later that same day, I had two other people arrive almost simultaneously to use our one microfiche reader. That’s an almost unheard-of coincidence as that machine is seldom used at all. And here I sit today on what should be a busy Saturday with not much to do at all—except fondle your lovely testicles, Danny!”
I laughed and then said, “Saralynn, I don’t think that particular task, wonderful as it is, is officially part of your job description here.”
“No,” she agreed with a giggle, “but except for when that man was here for two minutes to ask about our newspaper archive, I’ve been basically getting paid by the hour to caress your nuts while you were busy fondling my big tits. How great is that!” I was really starting to like Saralynn Samuels—a lot.
Saralynn also mentioned that she was the curator of the library’s special collections which were kept in a locked and fairly large anteroom that was located right behind her desk. I hadn’t noticed the door until she pointed to it.
“It contains rare books and special collections that aren’t allowed to leave the room,” she told me. “For example, there’s a valuable first edition of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer in there. There are also the private papers and letters from the estates of prominent local citizens. You generally need to make an appointment to examine anything that’s stored in there. There is one lone desk where you must sit. For insurance purposes, if someone goes in there, I must be in there, too, so I can quickly find what he or she wants and to ensure that nothing is stolen or damaged. We can’t have anyone just rummaging through those irreplaceable collections.”
That information gave me a naughty idea. “Saralynn, let’s suppose I want to read some of the books and documents from the special collections room today. That means you would have to accompany me there while I did my reading. Is that correct?”
Saralynn nodded and verbally confirmed what I said was true.
I continued, “That also means you would abandon your desk out here as part of doing your job properly. Am I right?”
Again, Saralynn agreed with me, but she added, “If someone from the first floor is able to take my place at the third-floor help desk, we’d do that. That couldn’t happen today because it’s a typically busy Saturday on the main floor. I have a sign that I’d place on my desk saying I am temporarily unavailable to help anyone who comes to the third floor.”
I finally got to my point: “Guess what, Saralynn. I have a burning desire to read that rare copy of Tom Sawyer, or anything else that’s in there, so I suggest you put that sign on your desk right now and we enter the special collections room together. I’m totally horny from you caressing my balls, so we can use the room to read...or to have a lovely fuck. It’s your choice!”
“What a fabulous idea, Danny!” Saralynn declared. “You always were a clever boy in elementary school. I should have thought of that myself! I just have to make a phone call downstairs to say I have a patron who wants to examine something in the special collections room. I just won’t mention that you want to examine my naked body and fuck my pussy.”
Part Three
It took less than two minutes for Saralynn to make the deceitful phone call to the main floor, place the “temporarily not available” sign on her help desk, an enter my name into the record of visitors to the special collections room. She unlocked the door and turned on the light.
“According to the visitors' register, no one has used this room in more than four months,” Saralynn reported. “Let me get the copy of Tom Sawyer so we’re technically following the rules.”
She did. She handed it to me. I read one page aloud without bothering to sit down. Then I set the novel on the room’s lone desk, and began to disrobe. So did Saralynn. Luckily there was ample space between shelving units that aloud us to fuck in relative comfort. My favorite library assistant promptly lied down on the carpeted floor and spread her legs for me. Saralynn had had enough sexual foreplay already. She just wanted to be fucked.
“Pound me hard just like you did last Saturday, Danny!” she instructed me. “Don’t hold back!”
I mounted Super-Size Saralynn, played with her tits for a few seconds, then drove my hard penis into her vagina. My sex partner gave an approving coo of delight regarding this most basic act of biology.
“You have a nice warm pussy, Saralynn,” I told her. “I wish I could stay inside you forever and fuck you over and over again to my heart’s content!”
If Saralynn responded to my sweet-talk, I didn’t hear it. I became oblivious to all else except pleasing her with my firm penis—and pleasing myself too. I mostly rammed her repeatedly with quick thrusts, but occasionally I changed my rhythm to slower penetrations of her vagina. The combination seemed to please her. “This is wonderful, Danny. I’m going to come soon!” Seconds later her pussy became very wet. I accepted her sizable orgasm as a compliment regarding my fucking technique.
With Saralynn quite pleased for the moment, I wanted to focus more on my own sexual satisfaction—not that I wasn’t already enjoying screwing her. With my dick still impaling my lover, I refocused on Saralynn’s ample breasts, caressing them and sucking on them with gusto.
“I just love your tits!” I said unnecessarily.
“That’s patently obvious, Danny!” Saralynn quickly replied.
I smiled and said, “I think they deserve to be completely covered with a load of warm cum, Saralynn. What do you think of that?”
She did not have time to utter a reply. I pulled my throbbing rod from her pussy just in time to launch a five-star cum shot onto her breasts. Three large ropes of goo splashed sexily on them. My huge ejaculation looked as wonderful as it felt. Saralynn helpfully tugged on my dick so that every last drop of semen found its place onto her torso. My penis remained hard enough for me to re-insert it into her vagina and give her a few more strong thrusts for good measure. I found that short bonus fuck to be as pleasing as Saralynn did.
There was a box of Kleenex tissues on a nearby shelf, so I tried to be gentlemanly about my messy climax. I lovingly wiped my cum shot off Saralynn’s body. It took 11 tissues to lap up all the sticky semen. I was impressed by that large number. When she was tidy once again, I sucked on each of her nipples for a few seconds to let her know what my favorite body part of hers was.
Saralynn had told her supervisor at the front desk that she expected to be occupied in the special collections room for an hour, so we still had nearly 40 minutes to enjoy ourselves. We mostly cuddled, but Saralynn insisted on giving me a hand job to prove I had a second cum shot still within my balls. It took about 30 minutes, but, amazingly, she did manage to coax a few tiny squirts of jism from my phallus which caused it to ache slightly.
I said to her, “My dick can’t take much more of that, Saralynn. I’m spent.” She smiled. Apparently, she was as proud of draining my balls as I was of my massive ejaculation. We were definitely good sex partners.
Part Four
Just before one o’clock, Saralynn accurately reported to her supervisor that “the patron has finished his business in the special collections room” so she was reopening the third-floor help desk. She hadn’t lied. I stayed on the third floor until the library closed at 5 p.m., trying to sate my insatiable desire to fondle Saralynn’s boobs. There are worse ways to spend four hours.
We went to the same Italian restaurant where we had dined the previous Saturday. We ordered the all-you can eat pasta special for two. The restaurant didn’t make much of a profit from us as we each devoured three huge plates of spaghetti. I was famished from my exertions on the third floor of the library. I needed the pasta to restore my energy. Saralynn just liked to eat large quantities of Italian food—or any food. We jointly laughed at our highly irregular carnal adventure, which we both agreed was unforgettable. We had each taken separate cars to the eatery, so I thought I’d be saying goodnight there.
“Aren’t we going back to my place to fuck some more, Danny?” Saralynn was serious. “I’ve arranged for my roommate to be absent again, just like last Saturday.”
“Good lord, Saralynn!” I said with concern. "Frankly, honey, I need a long rest, but I’ll do my best to please you again. It’s a good thing I’m a 20-year-old. I think you’d kill any guy over the age of 30.”
About a week later I got a letter in the mail from Saralynn’s place of employment. It was made out to me, but it was clearly a form letter that was sent to everyone who ever used the library’s special collections room. It was unintentionally funny.
“Dear Danny,” it began. “We hope your recent visit to our special collections room was an enjoyable experience for you. We like to think it is a special place that is valued by everyone who uses it. Although it is not required, we kindly ask everyone who books time in that room to consider making a donation to the library’s general fund to help maintain and expand the collections contained within it. Will you do that for us? Your feedback is also appreciated.”
I happily sent the library a $10 money order. My feedback was this: “Your special collections room was a highly stimulating place to visit. It provided me with a wonderful and unforgettable experience.”