Minami-hata-chan had always been the perfect librarian. Five years on the job, glasses perched on her nose, ponytail swaying as she shelved books with quiet efficiency. To the patrons, she was polite, helpful, unassuming. But beneath the cardigan and knee-length skirt beat the heart of a **dripping, mature MILF**—thirty-eight, widowed young, her body a prison of unmet needs. Her massive **I-cup breasts** strained against every blouse, nipples perpetually hard from the friction. Her ass was a plush, jiggling masterpiece that made chairs creak. And her pussy? **Always wet.** A constant, shameful trickle that soaked her panties by noon, forcing her to change them in the staff bathroom twice a day.
Her escape? The **basement erotic collection**. A locked room of forbidden novels—smutty tales of raw, pussy-pounding sex that made her clit throb just from the covers. During lunch breaks, she'd sneak down, lock the door, and **finger herself senseless**, imagining a thick cock splitting her dripping cunt while she moaned into the pages.
Today was no different. The clock struck 12:55 PM. She adjusted her glasses, smoothed her skirt over her soaked thighs, and headed for the stairs.
"It's my go-to place whenever I need some time to take my mind off things," she muttered to herself, descending into the dim basement. The air was cooler, scented with old paper and her own musky arousal.
She unlocked the door, slipped inside, and let out a sigh. Rows of explicit titles gleamed under the single bulb: *Dripping MILF Desires*, *Pussy Flood Orgy*. Her favorite. She grabbed it, hiked up her skirt, and peeled down her drenched panties—**white cotton, absolutely ruined with creamy juices**. Sitting on the reading table, legs spread wide, she plunged two fingers into her **swollen, dripping pussy**.
*Schlick. Schlick.* The sounds echoed obscenely. Her walls clenched, gushing around her digits. "Ah... fuck... deeper..."
That's when the door creaked open.
**Kawane-san**, the elderly regular—seventy-two, bald, always leering at her cleavage. He froze, eyes bulging at the sight: Minami-hata-chan, glasses fogged, tits heaving out of her half-unbuttoned blouse, fingers buried knuckle-deep in her **gushing cunt**.
"Oh... do you now?" he rasped, stepping inside and locking the door. His pants tented instantly.
Minami froze, juices dripping onto the floor. But instead of shame, **heat flooded her**. "I... I have something I need to take care of..."
"Still on your lunch break?" Kawane grinned, unzipping. His cock sprang free—surprisingly thick for his age, veiny, the head already leaking precum. "Fancy seeing you here, Minami-hata-chan."
She should stop. Should scream. But her pussy **clenched emptily**, begging. "Oh, um... yes, I am. Sorry..."
Kawane approached, stroking himself. "No apologies. Let me help with that **itch**."
He pushed her back onto the table, books scattering. Her skirt bunched at her waist, exposing her **dripping, shaved pussy**—lips puffy, inner folds glistening, a puddle forming beneath her ass.
"Look at this mess," he growled, dragging his cockhead through her folds. She **squirted** instantly—a hot jet that soaked his shaft. "You've been flooding all day, haven't you?"
"Yes... oh gods, **fuck me**," she begged, spreading wider. Her tits bounced free, nipples leaking tiny beads of stress-milk.
He **thrust in**.
One brutal stroke, balls-deep. Her pussy **sucked him in** with a wet *schlorp*, walls rippling like velvet. She screamed, the sound muffled as she bit her lip. "So thick! You're splitting me!"
*SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.* He pounded her raw, hips crashing into her jiggling ass. Each withdrawal dragged out creamy strands, only to slam back in with gushing squelches. Her pussy **flooded** the table, books, floor—erotic novels ruined in her juices.
"Moan for me, you dripping slut," Kawane grunted, pinching her clit. She exploded, **squirting** in arcs that drenched his shirt.
"I'm cumming... ahhh, fill me!" Her mature body convulsed, pussy milking him desperately.
He roared, unloading—thick ropes of cum flooding her womb, overflowing in creamy rivers down her thighs.
Panting, he pulled out, her hole **gaping and leaking**. "This basement just got better."
Minami smiled dazedly, fingers already circling her clit. "Lunch break isn't over..."
But the door rattled again. Footsteps. More patrons? Her obsession was just beginning—the library full of men who'd noticed her **dripping trails** through the stacks.
The library's upper floor was quieter after lunch—just the soft rustle of pages and the occasional cough. Minami-hata-chan's legs still trembled from Kawane-san's basement pounding. Thick globs of his cum leaked down her inner thighs, mixing with her own endless juices. She'd stuffed her ruined panties in her pocket and pulled her skirt down, but the **wet slap** of her bare pussy against her thighs echoed with every step. A faint trail of creamy fluid glistened on the carpet behind her.
She rounded the corner to the **private study room**—reserved for a group of five college seniors cramming for finals. The door was ajar. Inside: **five young men**, early twenties, athletic builds from the university rugby team. Notebooks open, but eyes glazed with boredom… until they spotted her.
"Miss Librarian," the leader—**Takashi**, tall, dark-haired, captain—grinned. "We're stuck on this chapter. Could use some… *hands-on* help."
Minami's nipples hardened instantly. She could **smell** herself—musky, post-sex, **dripping**. The boys inhaled it too. One shifted, adjusting an obvious bulge.
"Of course," she purred, locking the door behind her. "Let me… demonstrate."
She dropped her clipboard. Bent over slowly—**ass high**, skirt riding up to reveal her **glistening, cum-slick pussy**. No panties. Kawane's load still oozed out, white against her pink folds.
"**Fuck**," one whispered.
Takashi stood first. "We've been watching you, Minami-hata-chan. Those wet spots on the chairs. The way you squirm when you think no one's looking."
She moaned as he gripped her hips, cock already out—**thick, veiny, precum beading**. "Then **use me**. Study my body."
He **slammed in**.
*SCHLORP.* Her pussy swallowed him greedily, walls fluttering from the earlier fucking. Cum and juices **gushed** around his shaft, splattering the textbooks. She screamed, muffled by another boy—**Ryo**—shoving his cock into her mouth.
The others circled. Pants dropped. Five hard cocks—**all leaking**, all hungry.
"**Group project**," Takashi grunted, pounding her raw. Her massive tits spilled from her blouse, swinging like pendulums, milk dripping onto the open biology book. *SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.* His balls smacked her clit, her ass rippling in waves.
"**I'm—ahh—SQUIRTING!**" she wailed around Ryo's shaft. A **torrent** erupted—hot, endless, **soaking the entire table**. Textbooks warped, ink running. Pages stuck together in creamy puddles.
They rotated. One in her pussy, one in her mouth, hands groping her tits, pinching nipples. She came again and again, **squirting in rhythmic floods**—drenching chairs, the carpet, the boys' thighs. The air reeked of sex and wet paper.
"**Fill the slut**," Takashi ordered. They obeyed.
Five loads—**rope after thick rope**—pumped into her womb, her mouth, across her tits. Cum overflowed, mixing with her squirt into a **sticky lake** on the table. When they pulled out, her pussy **gaped**, twitching, leaking a steady stream that pooled beneath her.
Panting, she collapsed atop the ruined books, glasses fogged, face glazed. "**A-plus**… boys."
Takashi smirked, zipping up. "Same time tomorrow? We've got *midterms*."
Minami smiled, fingers already circling her clit. "**Bring friends.**"
But the library held more—professors, janitors, even the shy freshman who'd been staring at her ass for weeks. Her dripping secret was out… and the **flood** was just beginning.
The library's **conference room** was usually reserved for dusty budget meetings and yawn-inducing staff training. Today? A mandatory "Resource Optimization" seminar for the entire faculty—**twelve men**, ages forty to sixty-five, department heads, professors, the dean himself. Suits, ties, coffee breath. Minami-hata-chan stood at the front, remote in hand, projector humming. Her skirt clung to her thighs—**no panties**, again. The college boys' cum still leaked from her well-used pussy, a slow trickle that left shiny streaks down her legs.
She clicked to the first slide: *"Maximizing Patron Satisfaction."*
The room darkened. All eyes on her… and the **dark wet patch** spreading at her crotch.
"G-good afternoon," she stammered, voice husky. Her nipples poked through her blouse like bullets. "Today we'll cover… *engagement techniques*."
The dean—**Professor Yamada**, sixty, silver fox, married but notorious—leaned forward. "Minami-hata-chan, you seem… **flushed**. Everything alright?"
She bit her lip. **Heat pooled** between her legs. "Just… eager to demonstrate."
Click. Next slide: a graph. But she "accidentally" bent over the laptop—**ass to the room**, skirt riding high. Her **dripping pussy** winked at them—swollen, creamy, **gushing** a fresh bead of mixed cum onto the carpet.
Silence. Then: **zippers**.
Yamada stood first. "**Lock the door**."
Click.
Twelve cocks surrounded her—**thick, veiny, leaking**. She dropped to her knees on the conference table, tits spilling out as buttons popped. "**Use your librarian**," she begged. "**Flood me**."
They **did**.
Yamada **slammed into her pussy** from behind—balls-deep in one thrust. *SCHLORP.* Her walls clenched, **squirting** instantly—a hot jet that arced across the room and **splattered the projector screen**. The graph warped, colors bleeding.
"**Fuck, she's a fountain**," a math professor groaned, shoving his cock into her mouth. Another pair latched onto her tits—**sucking milk**, pinching nipples. Hands everywhere.
*SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.* Yamada pounded her raw, her ass rippling, pussy **gushing** in rhythmic floods. Each thrust sent **squirts** flying—drenching the screen, the walls, the faculty's faces. The projector flickered, then **short-circuited** in a shower of sparks as her juices hit the lens.
They rotated like a machine.
- One in her pussy
- One in her mouth
- Two in her hands
- Others jerking onto her tits, her glasses, her hair
She came **again and again**, screaming around cocks, **squirting so hard** the table became a slick pool. Textbooks, notepads, the dean's leather briefcase—**all soaked**. The screen now a **dripping mess**, slides unreadable.
"**Presentation's over**," Yamada growled, slamming deep. "**Cum dump time**."
Twelve loads—**rope after thick rope**—pumped into her. Pussy, mouth, tits, ass cheeks. Cum **overflowed**, mixing with her endless squirt into a **sticky lake** that poured off the table in rivers. When they pulled out, her pussy **gaped wide**, twitching, **flooding the floor** in a creamy cascade.
Minami collapsed in the mess, glasses cracked, face glazed, tits heaving. "**Q-questions**?" she panted.
A younger professor raised a cum-soaked hand. "Can we… **book this room daily**?"
She smiled, fingers already in her clit. "**Consider it… open access.**"
But the library's secrets ran deeper—security cameras rolling, the **janitor** watching from the control room, cock in hand. Tomorrow? The **entire staff**. Her dripping pussy would **drown them all*
The **security control room** sat tucked behind the circulation desk: a dim cave of blinking monitors, humming servers, and the faint buzz of fluorescent lights. Four guards rotated shifts here—**Hiroshi** (ex-cop, fifty, built like a tank), **Kenji** (thirty-five, wiry, always smirking), **Tetsuo** (forty-two, shaved head, tattooed arms), and **Daichi** (twenty-eight, the rookie, perpetually hard). They'd watched **everything** on the grainy feeds: Minami-hata-chan fingering herself in the basement, the college boys gangbanging her in the study room, the faculty turning the conference room into a cum-soaked swamp. Every squirt, every moan, every **dripping trail** she left through the stacks.
Tonight, the feeds looped. All four guards sat transfixed, cocks out, stroking to the replay of her projector-screen flood.
"**Fuck**," Hiroshi growled. "That pussy's a weapon."
The door creaked open.
Minami-hata-chan stepped in—**skirt gone**, blouse hanging open, tits swaying free. Cum from the faculty still glazed her thighs, her pussy **glistening** under the monitor glow. A fresh puddle formed at her feet.
"Evening, gentlemen," she purred, locking the door. "I believe you have… **evidence** to review?"
Kenji hit **record** on every camera. "**Strip**."
She obeyed. Blouse, bra—**gone**. Naked except for her cracked glasses and ponytail. She climbed onto the main console, legs spread wide over the keyboard. Her **swollen pussy** hovered inches from the master monitor—lips parted, **dripping** a steady stream onto the glass.
"**Ruin me**," she begged. "**Short the system with my cum.**"
Hiroshi moved first. **Thick cock**—veiny, angry—**slammed home**.
*SCHLORP.* Her pussy **engulfed** him, walls rippling. She **squirted** instantly—a **geyser** that blasted the main monitor. Sparks flew. The screen **crackled**, static dancing across her reflection.
"**YES!**" she screamed, tits bouncing as he pounded her raw. *SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.* Each thrust sent **squirts** arcing—drenching keyboards, shorting mice, **flooding the server rack**. Lights flickered. Alarms beeped.
The others joined.
- Kenji in her mouth, **gagging** her with his length.
- Tetsuo and Daichi **sucking her tits**, milk spraying in arcs that hit the ceiling.
They rotated like a storm.
One in her pussy, **pounding** until she **squirted rivers**.
Another in her mouth, **feeding** her cum.
Hands everywhere—**pinching**, **slapping**, **fingering** her clit until she convulsed.
"**I'M—FUCK—SQUIRTING AGAIN!**"
A **tidal wave** erupted—hot, endless, **cascading over the console**. Monitors **popped** one by one—sparks, smoke, the smell of ozone and sex. The master server **groaned**, then **died** with a wet *BZZZT*. Every feed went black.
Four loads **unleashed** inside her—**rope after thick rope**, overflowing in creamy floods that poured off the console in waterfalls. When they pulled out, her pussy **gaped**, twitching, **still squirting** in rhythmic pulses that soaked the floor in a growing lake.
Minami collapsed atop the ruined equipment, glasses fogged, body **glazed**. "**System… down**," she panted, smiling. "But I'm… **still recording**."
Hiroshi chuckled, cock already hardening again. "**Night shift's just starting.**"
But the blackout had consequences—**patrons trapped**, **alarms silent**, the **entire library** now dark and ripe for chaos. Tomorrow? The **public**. Her dripping pussy would **drown the city**.