The librarian   http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc7/vance.txt
By Zed
A mature librarian sexually and physically overpowers two teenagers.


Introduction: This story wants to be a tribute to Jim Priest, my favourite 
"major" author and the only to tell also about powerful and 
muscular older women.

English is not my mother tongue so I apologize for any grammar mistakes you can 
meet in the story.  
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Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least one hundred books down the narrow 
library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper 
place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals 
would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different. He didn't 
love books but he needed a job that assured money and extra time to attend the 
gym. His dream was to be a professional bodybuilder. He was only twenty, but 
already he knew what he wanted to do with his life: to win as many amateur 
contests as possible; to become a pro; and to earn a lot of money with publicity 
and action movies.

So, you understand he was not interested in the contents of the books he was 
carrying around but just in their brute weight; for they represented a good 
warm-up before the gym. He glanced at his watch, and said to himself, "Five 
minutes to closing, I better get hustling, it's gonna take at least one hour to 
get all these put away!" Working at a quick pace, fundamentally for aerobic 
purposes, Ryan was almost finished restocking, when it happened: standing on the 
short step stool needed to reach the upper shelf, his foot slipped and he came 
tumbling to the floor, landing with a loud thud. The force with which he had hit 
the floor had been noisy enough that the head librarian, Miss Vance had heard it 
and brought her running. When she got to him, she found an unconscious 
Ryan, with blood trickling down his forehead.

Miss Vance practically ran to the rest room, wet a towel with cold water and 
rushed back to Ryan. When she got there, he was trying to shake out the cobwebs, 
but his head was pounding, and he was still too shaky to stand up. Miss Vance 
gently dabbed the blood from his brow and asked, "What in the world happened 
Ryan, you just must be more careful!" Ryan tried to stand up, but slipped back 
to the floor, only to be caught in Miss Vance's arms. "Don't try to get up yet," 
she ordered in her usual stern voice, "Just lie back and relax for a few minutes!" 

Miss Vance was a very strict and formal woman, about fifty Ryan guessed, with a 
manner that bespoke respect and decorum. No matter the weather or time of year, 
she always wore a white blouse, a medium length skirt, and a ladies blazer or 
jacket, usually gray or dark blue, sometimes to add a little color she would 
wear a colorful scarf around her neck. 

With her black hair pulled back in a severe bun, and her erudite 
personality, it wasn't easy to carry on a conversation with her, let alone have 
any type of interpersonal relationship. Right now he was as close to Miss Vance 
as he ever had been. Even though she wore unrevealing clothing and acted 
cool and aloof to her employees, Harriet Vance couldn't disguise the fullness of 
her body, which was dominated by a large full chest that she tried to keep 
hidden. On more than one occasion Ryan had caught himself staring at the twin 
mountains that were stuffed inside the heavy wool blazer, only to look away 
quickly when he realized that she could detect his voyeuristic game. Now lying 
in her arms, shaken from the fall, with her boobs just inches from his face, Ryan 
longed to reach out and caress the bulging softness beneath the thick coat. 
It was his last exciting thought before being lost into consciousness. After several 
minutes, Ryan began to regain his senses and found himself on a couch in 
Miss Vance's office. After making sure he was well enough to walk, 
she sent him home. 

The next day seemed like any other, people flowing in and out of the library, 
returning and borrowing books, kids coming in to borrow children's videos, and 
just the ordinary events that surrounded the day in a large public library. Ryan 
felt better and arrived to work at six o'clock as usual.

He filled his cart with returns and set to the task of restocking the shelves. 
At eight o'clock Miss Vance shooed out the remaining visitors, locked the front 
door, and then returned to her small office just to the right of the main desk. 
She was reading a brochure from a book company when she was interrupted 
by a knock on the door, "Come in, Ryan," she called out, setting down her 
reading while waiting to see what the boy wanted. 
Ryan came into the office and seemed to hesitate, as if he was very nervous. 
"Yes," she intoned? "Well ma'am, about last night, I mean, well, you know
what I mean," he stammered! "No," she replied, "I don't know what you mean!"

"Well," he continued, " I was at the ground floor then I fainted and I am sure 
that I could not walk. When I regained my senses I was here on that couch 
on the first floor. Well I found it very strange, puzzling... " What is 
strange?" she asked sternly.  "Well, there is no lift, the ladder is very steep... 
so I wonder who carried me here, so I could thank him. 
"Who says that was a man? It was I, don't you remember?" 
Ryan laughed. He didn't remember anything but she couldn't have carried him. 
"Let me refresh your memory", she said. "Everybody had already left. We were 
alone in the library and due to the blow you couldn't even stand up. I offered 
you my help but when you stood up you fell and I had to catch you, otherwise you 
would have fallen again. I then boosted you up on my shoulder and carried you 
here."  "Come on! You are joking! You couldn't have carry me, I'm too heavy 
and you are only... "
Ryan did not finish his phrase. He blushed realizing that he was going too far. 
But it was too late.
Miss Vance flashed him with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Why don't you finish your sentence? Why do you not believe that I am strong 
enough to lift you? Because I am a woman or because I am too old?"
Ryan was speechless.
She moved close and stood before him with her legs astride, hands on hips.
"As regards my age I think that my body is still pretty good. Come on Ryan, 
I notice you when you try to peek down the front of my blouse..." 
So saying, Miss Vance leaned back and slowly began unbuttoning her jacket! 
When it fell open, her low cut bra was plainly visible through the thin silk blouse! 
Up until now her voice was sweet but now she whispered in a commanding tone, 
"Open my blouse and feel them through my bra!" With trembling hands Ryan tried 
in vain to undo the small pearl buttons, finally having to let Harriet Vance to 
it for him.

When she pulled her blouse away, Ryan made an audible gasp, and gingerly 
touched the incredible mammaries through the lacy brassiere. The softness 
and sponginess were like nothing he had ever felt before! The girls he had 
gone out with, barely had boobs, let alone something as breath-taking over 
and began kissing the pink nipples through the transparent fabric, causing 
them to harden and shrivel up. Gaining confidence, Ryan pulled his head 
from her chest and gave her a French kiss, using his tongue to probe her 
open mouth. Even though he was only twenty, Ryan sensed that this woman 
would do his bidding and not give him any guff. Standing up next to her, he 
slowly unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor. Now only in his 
underpants, he boldly said, "You know what I want baby, take them off!" 
This was his last chance to pretend some confidence. As a matter of fact, it 
was he to be completely in her thrall! However without a word of protest she 
hooked her thumbs in his waistband and tugged his shorts down his thighs. 
His erection, while not the biggest in the world, was incredibly stiff, with a 
drop of precum hanging from its tip.
For a fraction of a second, Ryan fixed the mature woman with a hard glare.
But as his eyes took in all of Harriet, it immediately transformed into 
a boyish, slack-jawed, blank-eyed stare.
Standing in front of him with her legs apart, she removed her shirt. The boy's 
eyes met the sight of the large mounds of her upper chest and the incredibly 
long and deep cleavage between them. 
He was unable to tear his eyes away from her massive mammaries straining 
for release from her bra, when she kicked off her heels and started to step out 
of her skirt. The young bodybuilder stared in disbelief at the sight that was 
exposed - she wore no knickers, nothing! 
She was naked below the waist except for a pair of flesh colored nylon hold-up 
stockings that seemed hard pushed to contain her long and massively thick legs. 
"That's nice dear," she said looking at the stiff and trembling member of the boy, 
"But keep your control. I don't like naughty boys that are not able to cum at 
the right moment " she added sharply. 

Ryan was completely frozen both by her gorgeous look and by the way things 
were turning out. Smiling she bent slightly at the knees, sliding one hand between 
the boy's legs and the other arm under his arm and around his muscular back. 
With no visible effort she lifted him in her arms as though he was weightless. 
Immediately Ryan, that was an expert bodybuilder, felt the woman's tremendous 
power as she lifted him so easily that it was obvious that she could handle a 
much heavier weight without too much trouble. That strange new feeling and 
the outstanding body showed by this incredible granny was so stimulating that 
he was unable to control his ejaculation. His cock gave up a huge load of 
white-hot cum onto Harriet Vance's full chest and arms as she was carrying 
him like a baby. 
Red-faced with embarrassment, Ryan was gazing at the cum that covered the 
chest of his middle aged carrying doll when a voice that cut like a knife ripped 
through the air. "What is going on here," exclaimed an obviously shocked Cindy 
Matthews. "Uh, Cindy," stammered Ryan, trying to think up a reasonable 
explanation for being totally naked and carried around by the librarian.  "Uh... 
what are you doing here?" "I forgot my purse and came back to get it," she 
replied, her mouth still hanging agape from the scene she had walked in on. Miss 
Vance put Ryan down and jumped in to the conversation. Using her domineering 
personality, she ordered Cindy to sit down and be quiet. Not taking her eyes off 
either Ryan or Harriet Vance, Cindy slowly sat down, and did as she was told. 
Calmly Miss Vance unclasped her own 38DD-cup bra, now stained with Ryan's cum. 
She shrugged her shoulders, and the huge undergarment slipped off of her chest 
and onto the desk. Ryan, although humiliated by his premature ejaculation and 
uneasy for being subjugated in front of his girlfriend, stared at the expansive 
tit flesh with obvious lust, as his penis again began to stiffen. Miss Vance stood 
in front of Cindy, and in her usual forceful tone said, "Touch them for me 
Cindy, feel how nice and full they feel in your hands!" Not exactly sure what to 
do, Cindy slowly raised her right hand and softly touched Miss Vance's nipple. 
"See how hard it gets," commented Miss Vance. "You have a wonderful touch, 
Cindy". Ryan in the meantime had mixed feelings: he was getting angry to be 
openly ignored by the two women but he was also totally fascinated watching 
his classmate service the older woman's big chest.

Miss Vance was naked, apart for the hold-up stockings and the high heeled
shoes that emphasized her bulging calves and her thin ankles. Thus, 
she decided that it was time for everyone to get completely naked. For Ryan 
it was just a matter of taking off his shirt, but Cindy was utterly embarrassed 
having to strip in front of the other two. She noticed that Miss Vance's body 
was statuesque: although near to sixties she had no fat on it. Her ass and thighs 
were big, but full and solid. Her vagina was covered by a dense growth of dark 
pubic hair that looked like a thick carpet between her legs. 
"Now it's your turn, Cindy," Harriet Vance intoned, "off with you duds!" 
"Let's help her, Ryan," she ordered, while reaching to pull off the young girl's 
sweater. Afraid of the physical comparison with the older lady Cindy became 
rigid and refused: "No!" Ryan was proceeding to help Miss Vance to remove 
every stitch of Cindy's clothing, but at her "No," he regained a sense of dignity 
and protested: "Miss Vance, please stop. What are you going to do? This 
isn't right. I really think that you're going a bit too far...." 
The wonderful librarian turned to the boy hands on hips and with a wicked smile 
on her face.

He reiterated pretending to be sure of himself. "Look, I'm leaving and I suggest 
you both put your clothes back on and follow me out, because I'm out of here." 
He walked past Harriet and was nearly out of the room when she put her right 
arm around his neck and started to squeeze. The young bodybuilder grabbed 
her arm with his hands and tried to pry it off of his neck, but he could not do so. 
She then started to pull down and forced the man to his knees.
He still was in her powerful neck hold and couldn't gather himself to break her 
grip. Finally, without a single word, she forced the muscular boy to the floor, 
and sat on his chest while simultaneously pinning his arms behind his head. 
He also realized that, for the moment in that position, he could not push her. 
He decided to change his strategy.
"Okay, just let me up and I'll do as you ask." She then got off of his chest and 
stood up allowing him to stand up also. 
Miss Vance looked at him with a defiant smile and ordered him to take his shirt 
off again. She still was wearing her pumps and nylons and her arms were 
crossed under her gigantic tits. 

Ryan slowly removed his shirt breathing hard. Now he felt better and confident 
that he could regain control and end that nonsense. 
"Miss Vance, like I said before you grabbed me by surprise, I'm going to leave now. 
Just don't make me get physical with you. I don't want to hurt you." The mature 
lady laughed at him and responded, "Why you weakling, do you actually think that 
I'm scared of you. If I were, do you think I would have let you get up? I can 
put you back on your ass anytime I want to." Now, Ryan was really confused. 
He couldn't believe that this aged and apparently defenseless librarian was 
threatening and taunting him, a healthy, athletic young bodybuilder. "Miss 
Vance, are you out of your mind? I don't want to fight you. You would have no 
chance against me. I'm so much bigger than you are." She coyly answered him, 
"Okay my big strong man, you now leave me no other choice. I guess I'll just 
have to teach you a lesson and beat you up". 
She then walked towards him.
He reached out and grabbed her arms. Then he tried to trip her by placing his 
right leg behind her left leg and push her down, but she pushed back with 
astounding force and he found himself on his back as she mounted his chest 
just like before. Even though he felt that he had recovered his strength, she still 
overpowered him. She now straddled him and began to squeeze him between 
her thighs. Again, he was shocked at her leg strength. She had the young man 
completely helpless. She looked down on him and said "Ryan, don't make me hurt 
you, just admit that you have learned the lesson, promise that you'll serve us 
girls in a proper way and I'll let you go."
Ryan was totally embarrassed and humiliated that a woman could do that to him, 
especially one so fascinating but old. He had not registered yet that his boss, 
a 56-year-old lady, could be much stronger than him. He still felt that he 
would get out of this and teach his antagonist a lesson.
"Look you bitch, you let me go, or I'm going to beat the shit out of you." She 
looked down at him smiling with extreme disdain and sarcasm. Suddenly she got 
off of the man and yelled, "Get up Hercules!" She was facing the young 
bodybuilder only in her pumps and nylons. Her exposed breasts were perfectly 
formed as they jutted straight out.
He got up as quickly as he could. He was very angry as he put his fists up. 
He took a hard swing at her head but she ducked and the blow hit her shoulder. 
The effect of the punch was not that expected by Ryan. Miss Vance's shoulder 
proved to be very solid and muscular; she absorbed the punch and countered 
with a right fist to his midsection. The woman's punch was unbelievably powerful 
and the bodybuilder doubled over in pain. She then hit him in the jaw and 
knocked him down on his back again. She just gazed down at him with a mocking 
smile. Ryan now sensed that this woman was more than she appeared to be. 
He was hurt and groggy, but he still wanted to beat her up. He stood up and lunged 
at her. He pushed her back against the wall, grabbed her by her hair and got her 
into a headlock. Then he squeezed as hard as he could and pulled her down to the 
floor. He now was on top of her. While still holding her head with the right arm 
he grabbed her right hand with his left forcing the mature Amazon onto her back. 
He was about to let go of her head and start to punch her face but Harriet 
pushed him. Ryan lost his balance and began to fall back. Trying to regain his 
balance he had to release her head from the grip. She immediately grabbed the 
man's right hand with her left. They were now struggling against each other 
while still on their knees with only their upper body strength. It was at this 
point that the bodybuilder finally realized that he was weaker than the 
librarian. She slowly began to push him down on his back. She was laughing at 
his futile attempt to overpower her during the entire pushing match. He had 
nothing left and she rolled him on the back pinning him for the third time.
She was straddling the young man. Although he was trying frantically he could 
not free his arms from the squeezing of her thighs.
She was totally in control of his body and started slapping his face. After just 
a couple of hard blows Ryan pleaded with her to stop and not hurt him, as he 
would submit to her without a struggle. She then said, "Ryan, I'm going to 
remove your girl's underwear and I'm going to fuck her. You had better do 
everything I say or else I'll beat you worse, do you get me?" He nodded his head 
and answered sobbing, "Yes, anything you say, but please don't hurt me anymore."
Miss Harriet Vance turned to Cindy who was completely in a trance from what she 
had just seen. A wonderful lady of 56 had just physically destroyed and utterly 
humiliated in a fighting match her 20 year-old muscular boyfriend. She was 
totally fascinated by the librarian and would have done just about anything the 
older woman said. So when Miss Vance pulled her mouth to her nipple, she 
didn't protest at all, she just opened up and took the big nub into her mouth.
This time at the order to remove her clothes she gladly complied. 
"My, you have a lovely body," cooed Miss Vance, while her hands roamed all over 
the young girl's chest and crotch. Cindy, being a strawberry blonde, had a very 
light complexion, with a sparse growth of thin reddish hair covering her pussy. 
Harriet Vance quickly removed everything from the top of her desk, and then 
helped a very nervous Cindy lay back with her legs spread wide apart. 
"You have a very pretty vagina, Cindy. Now just look at Ryan's penis, do you 
think he can really satisfy a real woman?" asked Miss Vance. 
Overcome by shame and humiliation Ryan was still lying on the floor completely 
beaten. Any fight or sexual desire had left him and his soft member stayed 
motionless. "Cindy, dear, you are making me very excited, so if you don't mind, 
I'm going to tongue your vagina with my mouth! Then I'll show you how that 
pathetic example of Tarzan can be exploited." In saying so, Miss Vance placed her 
mouth directly on the crack of the pretty young teenager. Cindy's body 
immediately convulsed as her clit was under a full attack from the experienced 
tongue! In a matter of a couple of minutes, Cindy had the hardest orgasm of her life. 
" Oh Miss Vance you are so beautiful..."
"I Know," commented the mature woman as she stood up and faced Ryan.
She then ordered him to get on his knees and perform oral sex on her. He pleaded 
with her not to make him do that, but she slapped him in the face. He started to 
cry and she screamed at him: "You pitiful excuse for a man, stop that crying or 
I'll really give you something to cry about." He did what she demanded in order 
to avoid more punishment. This went on for an excruciatingly long time as she 
was getting sexually gratified based on her soft moaning sounds.
After she finished raping him, she threw him down on the floor. She then placed 
her heel on his throat. "Now listen to me very carefully Ryan. I know that you 
feel so humiliated that you don't know what to do with yourself. I suggest that 
you just consider yourself lucky to serve me and your ex-girlfriend for the 
rest of the night"
He meekly nodded. 
Harriet Vance spread her legs wide apart and asked the young girl to lick her 
sex. The sight of the hairiest pussy and the best chest he had ever seen made 
Ryan's dormant pecker begin to rise. When he was fully erect he wanted to 
replace his girl friend over the gorgeous 56 year-old woman and bury his boner deep into 
the old Amazon's steaming love box. But he did not dare to move. Harriet froze 
him. "Forget it honey, and do my boobs. If you want you can make yourself by 
hand... as a weakling" 
He didn't reply to the order and buried his face between the librarian's mammoth 
boobs. The two teenagers served properly the dominant older lady and 
simultaneously touched themselves.
Miss Vance finally contracted in a powerful climax that triggered the climaxes 
of the two young lovers. 
When they were breathing normally again, Harriet Vance sat in her chair with 
each teenager at her side, quietly nursing on a big nipple. All three, content, 
and happy in the knowledge that this was only the first of many late night that 
they would be having!

THE END