Sitting on the stool, with my skirt pulled primly over my knees, I could feel my cunt burning between my thighs. The crotch of my panties felt clammy against my loins and I realized that my hot pussy was sopping wet.
I was so turned on that I couldn't sit still any more. I wiggled my ass on the stool, feeling the bubbling juices squish luxuriously within my spasming cunt.
My crotch was so thick with pussy-flow that I felt like I was sitting in a warm, sticky puddle. I wished there was something I could do to remove myself from a potentially embarrassing situation, but it was hopeless. Turned on as I was, I had to just keep telling myself that I was merely doing my job. Just following orders.
Miss Greenstalk, the head of circulation, had asked me to review a new book which the library just received. She wanted to know whether I thought it was suitable to put on our shelves. It was a perfectly reasonable request since I was Miss Greenstalk's assistant, and she asked me to look over books for her all the time.
However, this time there was an exceptional quality about her request because the book she wanted me to read was one of those illustrated sex manuals, the first one I'd ever actually looked at. It was called THE JOY OF LUST and I'd never seen anything like it in my somewhat sheltered life.
Just from being a librarian I knew that sex was getting increasingly popular as a subject for books nowadays, and even that there were a lot of sex manuals being printed by reputable publishers. But I had no idea of how far they'd gone. The Joy of Lust certainly brought me up to date in a hurry.
After Miss Greenstalk had asked me to review it for her, and I sat down and opened the book for the first time, my breath was taken in astonishment. There, in full color, a drawing that couldn't have been more explicit if it had been a photograph, showed an erect male penis fully penetrating a juicily spread cunt that was so hairy it instantly made my mouth water.
I felt ashamed of myself, being aroused by the depiction of the raw meat of copulating genitals. I should have been repelled by the tastelessness and vulgarity of it all. This was certainly not literature and had no place in the public library.
Then why couldn't I take my eyes off it? Why did my pussy spasm like it was trying to wring loose every last drop of cunt-juice? Why were my breasts throbbing? My nipples pulsing stiffly?
Trying to elevate my mind from the gutter, I flipped the pages, hoping from some straight text, or at least a more innocent picture. What I saw was a woman's mouth droolingly swallowing a stiff prick. At the sight of it my cunt jumped between my legs like somebody had set fire to my pubic hair.
I moistened my lips with my tongue at the delicious sight of the hard prick splitting the woman's lips in the book. When I flipped the pages again I wasn't doing it to get away from anything, but to find another filthy picture to make me even hornier.
A woman was drawn with her ass facing the reader. The cheeks of her ass were spread-so you could see all of her cunt. It was fantastically red and juicy, spilling over with dripping juice.
"The woman kneeling in the animal position provides the easiest entry for anal intercourse," the text under the picture read.
I looked up at her asshole. It was beautifully drawn, almost seeming to pulse in its redness between her parted cheeks. I held my breath, anticipating the drawing on the next page.
It more than fulfilled my expectations. A man was in the drawing now, with a cock bigger than I'd imagined a man could have. He was pressing its huge head against the tenderness of her anus. My imagination was so vividly operative that my own throbbing asshole puckered and oozed from the lewd imagery before me.
On the next page he had it in. His hairy balls were crushed against the bottom of her gaping cunt, his cock in her ass to the hilt. There was some accompanying text on the opposite page, but I couldn't concentrate enough to read it. I was out of control-hopelessly turned-on.
The Joy of Lust was no longer enough for me. Continuing to flip its pages for erotic imagery, I added my hand to the stimuli. Slipping it under my skirt, I pushed my knees and thighs under the counter so nobody could see what I was doing. If need be, I could check out some books while I was feeling myself up toward the climax I had to have to make it through the day.
My fingers pressed against the sopping wetness of my panty crotch. I couldn't believe how drenched it was. And how good it felt. In an instant my fingers were slick with slimy pussy juice.
I snaked my ringers under the elastic and felt my bare cunt. The thrill was excruciating. My pussy hair was drenched, tangled into knots from my steaming flow. My cunt lips were turgid with hot blood, fat and wet in their arousal.
In a second I had two fingers up my cunt, furiously finger-fucking myself. My thumb gouged my clit, maddeningly pressing my stiff joy-button.
I was oblivious to everything except my bubbling cunt. My hand kneaded it like it was a piece of wet dough, doing everything possible with it. What a sight I must have been behind the circulation desk; my face sweating, my eyes bugging out.
Finally I closed my eyes, caught up in the fantastic things that were happening in my cunt. I grooved in the darkness on what was happening between my legs. My two fingers slid in and out of my love-canal in slurpy tightness. My clit seemed like it was going to explode against my relentless rubbing and pressing thumb. I could feel my panties almost disintegrating from the steaming flow.
When I started to come it was like dozens of light bulbs popping in my brain. When the explosions became too much to endure, I opened my eyes and took a gasping breath, finding myself looking straight into what seemed to be an explosion of hair.
I blinked and squinted, trying to get my bearings. It was a guy with long dark hair and an unruly beard. He'd been watching me. I gulped, afraid of what he might have seen.
"Excuse me," he said. "Could you tell me where the section on human sexuality is located?"
"Un... certainly... certainly," I said, becoming self-conscious about the two fingers still buried to the hilt in my steaming cunt beneath the desk. "Are you interested in the sociological or biological aspect of the subject?"
"I'm not so sure I understand the difference," he said, stepping back from the counter as though he were trying to get a better look at what I was doing.
Embarrassed that he might detect what I was up to beneath the counter, I stopped moving my fingers, letting them rest inside my gooey cunt while I explained the classification of books on sex to him. "The books having to do with the impact of sex on social customs are in the 301's," I said. "However, others, dealing with the biological or medical aspects are in the 612's."
"Well, actually what I'm interested in is sex manuals," he said, looking knowingly down at the counter like he could see through it and was fully aware that my fingers were imbedded in my wet cunt. "You know, the kind with pictures. Like this one here on the desk. Maybe you could just let me see it. See I'm doing a term paper for my physiology of reproduction class at the university, and I need everything I can get my hands oh." He reached for the book.
"No, no," I said, my hand beating his to it.
"Why not?" he grinned.
"Well, we're still looking this one over," I said.
"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean," he said. I was sure that the smile splitting his beard had turned into a leer.
I stared straight at him, trying to kid him into believing that he wasn't really intimidating me. But he wasn't buying any of it. I could tell by the leer, which became even more explicit. And by the immense bulge in his tight jeans. From the looks of it stretching against the worn denim, his cock was as hard as it could get without splitting the seams.
God, I was so horny that I wanted to vault over the counter and rip his fly open. I was literally starving for cock. I could envision his prick looming stiffly out of his pants. My mouth sucking it. My tits caressing it. My legs spread to receive it in my hopelessly foaming cunt.
"The 612's," I mumbled, trying to preserve my all-business pose.
"What?" he said. "I don't understand."
"That's the catalogue number," I explained. "That's where you'll find the material you're looking for."
"I hope so," he chuckled, and then turned around and disappeared. When the bulge of his straining hard-on vanished with him, I felt like my breath had been knocked out of me, as though my life had just been unexpectedly saved.
As he disappeared into the stacks, I pressed my stiffly waiting clit and came one last time. When the orgasmic shock waves had passed, I pulled my fingers out of my snatch and tried to get to work.
But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get a thing done. The reek of pussy juice on my hand wouldn't let me concentrate on anything but sex, no matter how hard I had already made myself come.
I couldn't get my mind off the explicit pictures that had turned me on. Even more, I couldn't get it off the bold suggestion of the cock and balls of the bearded man that was etched in my sex-racked mind.
Chapter Two
"Samantha," Miss Greenstalk said, startling me out of my erotic daze. "Did you take a look at that book I gave you to read?"
"Yes," I said, turning around to look at her.
"What do you think?" she said, standing directly before me. Since I was seated I looked straight at her belly. Her skirt was pulled tightly across her abdomen, revealing not an ounce of fat. In her middle thirties, Miss Greenstalk had the body of a twenty-year-old. I'd always wondered why somebody with her terrific body and healthy blonde looks had never married. It couldn't have been that men weren't attracted to such a beautiful woman.
I tried to look up at her face as I gave my answer, but something compelled me to keep my gaze riveted toward the middle of her body. "I thought the book was pretty... well, uh..." I stumbled, finding myself concentrating more on her body than I was on formulating a reply.
"Raw?" she said emphatically.
"Oh, no, not too much," I lied, afraid, I guess, that if I told the truth she would take the book away and destroy it. Miss Greenstalk had a reputation around the library as something of a bluenose. "I think it's okay to put it on the shelf."
"All right, 111 take your word for it," she said. "Why don't you go shelve it and then take your break. I'll cover the desk for you."
I nodded dumbly and left the desk, clutching the book as I headed for the sex manual section. As I walked through the library, I couldn't help but wonder if I would find the bearded man there as he'd said he would be.
I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't stop speculating if his cock was still erect. My tongue slid wetly over my lips from the vivid image it etched in my mind. My cunt burned and foamed between my thighs as though it hadn't been touched for a month, let alone thoroughly finger-fucked only minutes before.
The 600's were located in a far corner of the library, virtually cut off from view by a partition. Perverts sometimes hid in this section when they were playing their disgusting games with themselves. Going around the corner to get to the shelves, my heart leaped from what I saw.
The bearded patron still had his hard-on all right. What's more he had it out of his pants. My heart was now in my throat and my cunt boiled as my bulging eyes suddenly took in the incredible sight of ten inches of erect male gristle looming from his open fly. The knob on the end alone seemed three inches long-and purple with excitement.
He was looking at a book called The Thrill of Sex, a trade paperback that had been a bestseller for months. His eyes were glued to an explicit drawing of a woman's hairy cunt sitting on a hard, standing cock. Around his own twitching prick his fist worked back and forth along the shaft, as he jacked himself off while looking at the picture.
I should have been shocked. But the only emotion I felt was hunger. I was starving for his long, thick cock.
I cleared my throat, catching his attention. When he looked up at me, his fantastic prick still clutched in his moving hand, I put my finger to my lips, wordlessly telling him to be quiet.
Before he could draw any conclusions on his own about what was going to happen next, I erased all doubt. Gliding up to him, I silently dropped to my knees and plunged my mouth over his cock, slurping my lips halfway down it with an oral thrust.
His balls were like glowing embers in my hand as I squeezed them, pumping them for the rich male juice I longed to swallow. One finger tickled up the slot of his sweaty crack, searching in his pants for his asshole.
His prick intoxicated me with its sweetness. As it rammed further and further down my throat, the larger the head seemed to get, choking me with its swollen knot.
The musky smell of his crotch made my nostrils flare as I sucked him deeper and deeper in my mouth. I wanted all of him. There would be no satisfaction until I had swallowed his hot, throbbing prick to the hilt and had him creaming down my throat. My stomach contracted from the burning urge for jizz.
He was doing more than his share, expertly fucking my mouth with grinding hips and a thrusting pelvis. Already the tangled clump of his cock-hair was in my eyes, and still he was burying his prick deeper and deeper in my sucking mouth.
I worked my lips like they were the walls of a cunt, tugging back and forth on his sweetly penetrating prick. His cock was rubbing my throat and mouth raw. My tongue was stimulated as though it were some vast, bloated oral clit. I couldn't believe that my mouth could react this way to having a cock buried inside it, my throat spasming exactly like the fuck-canal between my legs.
When he started to come in my mouth, I couldn't believe how thick his sperm was. It gushed hotly down my throat, pooling in the spasming pit of my stomach. Cum washed up my breathing passages, clogging my nose.
Wild with desire, I thrust a free hand between my lets, pushing up my skirt and gouging my foaming cunt under the elastic of my panties. Three fingers plunged into my pussy, agonizingly scraping the conical nodule of my cervix. My cunt shuddered as I frantically finger-fucked myself.
The juices within my pussy were almost as copious as the cum had been in my mouth. My cunt gushed forth an incessant flow of syrupy substance, bathing my thighs with female goo.
In my mouth, the cock had finally stopped spurting. Cum drooled down my throat, choking me with its sticky richness. My belly was warm with a milky coating of jizz.
I was so absorbed in sucking and coming that I had forgotten who and where I was. Instead of-an assistant librarian secretly sucking a patron's cock in the stacks, I could just as well have been a hardened hooker turning a trick in an alley. The cock would have tasted as sweet either way.
Imagine my surprise when reality suddenly intruded. I almost gagged on the cock in my mouth from the abrupt shock.
Valentine Smolt was standing at the head of the aisle looking straight at us! Her bespectacled eyes were obviously focused straight at the union of my mouth and the dick I was sucking. Behind her thick glasses, her astonished eyeballs seemed the size of silver dollars. She was the squarest person on the staff, and had obviously never seen anything like this before in her sheltered life.
"We've... uh... had a complaint..." she mumbled apologetically when she saw that I was involved. "A complaint that someone has been... uh... exposing themselves in the stacks. Miss Greenstalk sent me to... to..."
She couldn't finish her sentence, so caught up was she by the lewd scene taking place before her. Her hand flew instinctively between her legs in reaction to the inevitable, sudden burning she must have felt in her pussy.
My cunt was bulging out of one side of my panties, engorged by my clawing fingers. I made sure she saw it, flaunting my hairy pussy lips at her in all their dripping juiciness. Cunt-juice drooled down my thighs, glazing my loins.
"Oh, Lord, what should I do?" she whined.
"Lick my cunt," I seized the initiative, thrusting the hairy organ at her in all its drippiness.
She fell to the floor, her tongue doing a dance over her thin lips. Within seconds she was on her knees and at my cunt, licking away until I thought she would rub it raw.
I thrust my spread loins at her sucking face, enveloping her head with my sweaty thighs. Her tongue was like a rapier within my pussy, surging three, then four and five inches up my love-tunnel.
In my mouth the cock was getting hard again, helped in its returning stiffness by the hand-job I was giving it along with the stimulation of my hotly sliding lips. His prick began throbbing like it had never come in the first place, ready to shoot off again in moments.
Still wanting more, I thrust my free hand under Valentine's loose skirt. Eagerly I shot my fingers between her bare, quivering thighs. Instantly I found the sopping crotch of her old-fashioned cotton panties. They were soaked and clinging, her cunt-mound bulging between her legs.
Slipping my fingers under the elastic, I gasped at the thrill of feeling her bare pussy. I couldn't believe how huge the lips were... how hot and hairy and wet her cunt was. I couldn't believe that a virgin-which everybody working at the library was sure Valentine was-could have such a juicy cunt.
Her clit was like a spike, standing straight out from the gooey top of her pussy. When I pressed it, an unbelievable flow of juice poured from her cunt, drenching me to the wrist.
I shot two fingers inside her honey-pot, finger-fucking her against her still unruptured hymen. What the staff thought was true-Valentine was a virgin. As I finger-fucked her, I couldn't help but wonder if this was her first sexual experience.
The prick in my mouth was swelling bigger by the second. The combination mouth-and-hand-job I'd been giving it had gotten it even angrier and stiff than it had been before the first time it had come. Within seconds it would be unleashing its second scalding discharge. The churning balls told me that the amount of cum would be even greater than it had been before.
I did everything I could with my mouth am hand to tease the prick between my lips to eruption. Operating like the walls and lips of a cunt, my mouth slid the foreskin back and forth along the full expanse of the dick, pulling it over the cock-head and then abruptly ripping it back halfway down to his throbbing balls.
My fingers pinched and stroked the exposed part of the bearded man's immense tool. Frequently I would cup his hairy nuts, clutching them to ferment the brewing of more and more sperm. I was determined that I would make him come twice as much as before.
Valentine's mouth, meanwhile, was performing miracles on my cunt. Her tongue fucked my pussy in deep thrusts, pushing in and sliding out, only to ram in again even deeper like the hardest of cocks. The lips of her mouth frenched the lips of my cunt, her teeth gnashing against my turgid clit.
When the dick in my mouth had bloated itself as big as it could go, I knew that its ejaculation was imminent. I gave the gristly rod another squeeze with my lips, me balls a clutching grab with my fingers, and waited for the sticky cum.
As I felt the cum race up the pipeline from the bottom of his cock, I pulled the prick out of my mouth. I wanted Valentine to have some.
Her face was still buried in my cunt, eating away like she was starving and my pussy was the only food in the world. The only way I could pry her out was to pull her hair. Fortunately that made her mouth pop open and that gave me a perfect target as I aimed the spurting cock straight at it.
The glistening cum flew straight into the oval of her gaping mouth. Within seconds her pink tongue had been turned to the syrupy white of fresh sperm. Her mouth was coated with steaming jizz, giant globs trickling from her hanging lips. She looked like she had just devoured an entire bowl of white frosting. Even the lenses of her glasses were covered with it, blinding her with cum.
My own orgasms were coming one right after another. My cunt was an inferno from the stark energy generated by the sexual release that was taking place between my thighs. Cunt-juice flowed like wine, my clit quivering like it would disintegrate in a miniature explosion.
The bearded man was even starting to get stiff again in my fondling hand. His dick was slick with spent jizz, but he was straining to come again.
I suppose we could have gone on forever, coming and sucking until the books on the shelves were splattered white with the discharge of the two cunts and ever-spurting cock. None of us had any desire to stop. I was certain Valentine was about to lose her cherry in the stacks-with me hungrily watching, and perhaps licking the union of cock and cunt-when, suddenly, Miss Greenstalk's voice cleared the musky air.
She was asking somebody if they'd seen Valentine and me. Since she'd sent us both to the same place, it was all too apparent that she would be poking her head in the 600 stacks within moments. If she saw what we were up to, God only knew what would happen. Everyone was sure that Miss Greenstalk just hated the idea of sex otherwise, why hadn't she ever been married?
"Miss Greenstalk!" Valentine and I hissed simultaneously, passing the urgency on to our bearded partner. Quickly we were off of each other and frantically covering up our gooey genitals with rumpled clothing.
"Well, what happened to you two?" Miss Greenstalk asked quizzically moments later, her tall, graceful form silhouetted at the entrance to the stacks. Her hands were on her hips, emphasizing her height and curves.
In short time we'd had to maneuver, Valentine and I rearranged out clothes to look like nothing had happened. We were both perusing the shelves as though we were diligently looking for something. The only tip-off to what had been going on was hidden from view under our skirts. My cunt was still drooling down the insides of my thighs, and it was a cinch Valentine's was too. Between us we had two utterly ruined pair of panties clinging uselessly to our sopping loins.
The bearded man was following our lead. He had hastily crammed his still hard cock inside his jeans and had zipped up his fly. Now he was looking at the shelves along with us, as though we were searching for a missing book.
Tilting her blonde head as she watched us, Miss Greenstalk asked, "Looking for something?"
Suddenly I recalled that Valentine had been sent by Miss Greenstalk to investigate a complaint about indecent exposure in the 600 stacks. Somebody had seen the bearded guy jerking off while he turned himself on with the sex manual-or maybe even me shamelessly sucking his cock!-and had reported it to the front desk. My blush was uncontrollable.
I wondered how Miss Greenstalk could miss how red my face had abruptly become, but she did nothing to acknowledge it. Instead, she said to Valentine, "Was the complaint we received justified?"
"No," Valentine dead-panned like an old pro. "Nothing to it, Miss Greenstalk."
"Good," Miss Greenstalk smiled. "Now, Valentine, why don't you help this man find his book while I talk to Samantha." She turned to me. "Samantha, will you please come with me to my office."
Suddenly I was terrified. I was certain that she knew something was up, and that I was going to take all the blame for what had been going on in the stacks. The blush had been my undoing. I was sure of it.
Chapter Three
I could feel my cunt drying up by the second as I followed Miss Greenstalk to her office. If she knew what had been going on in the stacks, ho could I defend myself?
I had never done anything like this before in my life. Now, when I had given into reckless impulse just once, I found myself in danger of losing my job. I could see myself applying for unemployment insurance, my reason for dismissal: sucking a cock in the stacks.
Once we were inside, Miss Greenstalk motioned for me to sit down. As I slid into the chair, I couldn't help but think that she was looking at my legs. But so self-conscious was I that when my skirt slipped up to my thighs, I was too embarrassed to pull the hem down to a less revealing level. I could feel my cunt aching in frustration and agony from the tension.
I tried desperately to calm myself, but it was no use. Miss Greenstalk still hadn't sat down, and the sight of her long, trim, well-rounded body made it impossible somehow for me to get my bearings.
The library still hadn't gotten an air-conditioning system, which meant that during summer all of us had to wear light clothing. Miss Greenstalk, on this hot July day, was wearing a sleeveless top that showed off her tan, strong shoulders, and long, graceful arms. The slope of her apparently perfect breasts poked from the clinging fabric of her blouse, and the protuberance of her nipples wasn't my imagination.
The more I tried to concentrate on the fact that Miss Greenstalk was my immediate supervisor, the farther my thoughts seemed to drift. My mind turned more and more to imagining what her tits would look like if I could only see them. They were straining so tautly under the clinging fabric... so tantalizing... so deliciously.
My cunt, dried up from the prospect of being reprimanded by my supervisor, abruptly started to ooze again. I could feel my pussy soaking my ruined panties anew just a couple of inches under the hem of my rumpled skirt. My breasts heaved under my blouse, my nipples chafing stiffly against my bra cups.
Suddenly it occurred to me that since we had come into her office, Miss Greenstalk hadn't said a word. But it wasn't because she was disinterested. Far from ignoring me, her eyes were riveted to my body as I squirmed in the chair.
Under her penetrating gaze I became more and more agitated by the second. Every part of my body was pulsing and throbbing so much that I felt like my clothes had been magically stripped off of me.
It was as though her burning eyes had undressed me. I suddenly felt completely nude before her, as though my throbbing, aching tits were pulsing nakedly, and my bare cunt was foaming between my spread legs.
When she licked her lips with a slow, sensuous swipe of her wet, pink tongue, I was sure Miss Greenstalk was reading my mind. My body seemed to answer her stare, trembling. My cunt was absolutely foaming. My nipples seemed rubbed raw from straining against the confines of my restricting bra. I was so turned-on that I was on the verge of drooling.
There were still no words between us as she circled around the desk and walked toward me. I squirmed in my chair, wriggling my ass in the wet pool of pussy juice that had seeped under my quivering buns. My panties were completely drenched from the elastic waistband to the legs. My cunt was a swamp of arousal.
As Miss Greenstalk came toward me, she placed her elegantly long fingers along the fabric of her skirt clinging to her hips. With each step she pulled up another inch of so of the cloth until the hem was above her knees, revealing a pair of exquisitely beautiful legs.
The closer she got, the higher her skirt got until, less than a foot in front of me, it dangled just below her crotch. I was positive by now that her cunt was as juicy as mine had become, and I couldn't wait to see it.
"Oh, God!" I blurted, the first to give ground. "Let me see your pussy! Don't tease me any longer!"
"Beg for it," she ordered in a fierce voice I'd never heard before in the eight months she'd been my supervisor.
I was only to glad to comply with her stern command. "Please... please..." I pleaded. "Let me see your pussy. I'll do anything..."
"On your knees," she directed.
Tumbling out of the chair, I squatted on all fours, looking up at her crotch like a starving dog eyeing a pot roast. "Oh, God, your cunt!" I whimpered. "Let me see your cunt. Please, Miss Greenstalk."
Her skirt flew up in my face, abruptly exposing her hairy, juicy snatch. She wore no panties. Her cunt was completely bare. Two bulging, pink pussy-lips pulsed between her spread thighs, poking wetly from her raw gash.
In the eight months that I had worked in the library for her, I'd never imagined Miss Greenstalk had a pussy like this between her legs. It was a fantastic orifice-a drooling vertical mouth, encased by two rubbery, glistening pussy-lips. Her cunt hair was fantastic, swirling all over her pussy and crotch like spun gold, the exact shade as the long blonde hair on her head.
The cunt hair didn't stop at the top and sides and bottom of her pussy. It overgrew her crotch and wandered off, curling well down the insides of her thighs. A blonde column of floss grew up toward her navel, and wispy tufts extended intermittently to the edge of her wide pelvis. She was the hairiest woman I'd ever seen. And the sexiest!
When I looked up between her fully spread thighs I could see the golden trail of her cunt hair extending all the way to the rosy knot of her sweet-looking asshole. The sight of her anal raspberry nestled in the shimmering pubic gauze was enough to already start me coming.
Her cunt and asshole beckoned me from above. Hot juice from her wide-open pussy dribbled into my open mouth and slid over my gums as I moved my face upward and closer to her pussy.
I licked my tongue along the full expanse of her mouth-watering goodies. Staring at her asshole, I moved slowly along to the messy groove of her sopping pussy. The juice spilled into my mouth as I sucked her snatch with my lips, meeting her labia in a thrilling oral-genital kiss.
Finally, at the top of her glorious cunt, her clit jabbed against the tip of my tongue. Her joy-button was like an electrified spike. It was so big... and hard... and quivering... and indomitable. I couldn't get enough of torturing it.
The stories around the library about Miss Greenstalk being a sexless cold fish now seemed totally absurd as she wantonly writhed above me. Of course, there would have been no way even the most frigid woman would not have reacted from the oral reaming-out I was giving her hot, throbbing cunt.
My tongue was no longer licking at her cunt-it was stabbing inside of it. Two inches - three inches... four. My tongue noodled against the pucker of her cervix, while my mouth enveloped her fantastic pussy.
While I continued to eat her cunt, Miss Greenstalk started to strip. She drew her top over her head, revealing a set of tits so firm that I had always assumed she wore a wired bra until moments before when I'd seen her nipples poking through. Her breasts were lush and tan, a honey color gracing her heart-stopping charms.
The muscles rippled in her taut midriff as the wrap-around skirt came swirling off. Nude except for her shoes and stockings, she let herself down to the floor, making sure I kept my mouth locked to her cunt. Lying on the floor, she propped up on her elbows so she could see everything. Her legs were spread wide so I could just pile my face between them and lap away at her pussy.
Her knees and thighs caught and trapped me as I fell earnestly to my work. Still on my knees, I circled my hands around her waist and pulled her curly, dewy, golden snatch even tighter against my mouth, reveling in its lush female taste and scent.
"Oh, God, Samantha," she moaned, the hardness gone from her voice, "eat me. Eat my pussy until you make me come. Can't you stick your tongue in my cunt any further?"
The only way I could answer was to try even harder to get inside her with my mouth. My teeth nibbled at the inner-folds of her pussy as my stiff tongue explored the gooey depths of her salty crack. I could feel her clit pushing stiffly right under my nose. Her crotch was set for an explosion.
When it came, her pussy flow was intense. I'd been amazed at how wet she was to begin with, but when Miss Greenstalk started coming, the discharge was unbelievable. Thicker than any sperm, the cunt-juice flowed viscously, filling my mouth with its hot, creamy goodness.
As she came in my mouth, I was so turned-on that I began impulsively rubbing my hands over her magnificent tits. They flexed in my hands, the nipples jabbing against my palms like giant thorns.
Then I was all over her naked body, my hands moving everywhere. I threw my body on hers, throwing my skirt up around my waist so I could feel my pussy against hers. Putting my hand to my crotch, I ripped my useless panties from me. The wet feeling between my legs was incredible.
I worked my hungry crotch over one of her tan thighs, and felt my naked cunt slide up her bare leg to meet hers. The first intermingling of sopping pussy hair-mine dark, hers blonde-sent a spasm coursing through me that 111 never forget. And this was just the beginning!
My cunt slid over the top of her thigh and rolled against Miss Greenstalk's foaming pussy. When our cunts touched, the explosion within my loins nearly made me scream in exotic agony. As they slurpily locked, our cunts seemed made for each other.
Instantly our clits touched, rubbing and batting back and forth as though they were in some sort of contest. And below, Miss Greenstalk's cunt meshed against mine, all parts of our pussies locked in a divine genital embrace.
Soon our lips met. We shared a fantastic soul-kiss, with each of our tongues entering the other's mouth, mine wet with Miss Greenstalk's pussy-juice.
Our tits rubbed together, her large bare ones making my blouse and bra seem as though they weren't there while her nipples massaged my throbbing chest. Her hard, flat belly flexed through the folds of my skirt that rumpled around my waist.
Our cunts were packed together tighter and juicier by the moment, until, at last, we seemed like Siamese twins irrevocably joined at the pussy. Miss Greenstalk's thrills were my thrills, as the coming that racked her body infected me just as convulsingly.
Her strong hands pried between us and tore into my blouse, sending the buttons scattering across the floor. With only my bra to stop her, she literally ripped her way to my waiting tits, shredding the fabric. In an instant my breasts were hanging free above hers, as she pushed me up so she could take a good, long look at them.
My tits may not have been as big as hers, but it was obvious that Miss Greenstalk liked what she saw. Her mouth watered as she fingered my erect nipples.
"Suck them," I begged, unable to stand the teasing any longer. "Suck my tits."
Her tongue was like a searing lance on first one nipple and then the other. Back and forth she agitated them until I could feel my breasts tingle. A strange, viscous fluid oozed out of my nipples like some sort of strange once-in-a-lifetime tit cum.
She gnawed at my tits like a starving rat and I loved it. With every frenzied nibble my body reached new orgasmic heights. But the oral assault she was making on my tits had to be nothing short of extreme if it was going to come close to what was happening between my legs-and it did!
Now her hands were around my waist and she was removing my skirt. I wiggled out of it and, completely nude, ground myself on top of Miss Greenstalk's body. We soul-kissed passionately, reveling in the feel of cunt against cunt, belly against belly, tits squashing together, mouth against mouth. I didn't see how we could ever stop coming.
But Miss Greenstalk still had a few tricks up her sleeve. She was impatient now to taste my cunt, as she swiveled her body and turned around beneath me.
All of a sudden I found myself on top in the sixty-nine position, staring at Miss Greenstalk's fantastically open cunt. It opened before me like a bottomless pit between her spread thighs.,
Meanwhile, I dropped my hairy, dripping cunt right across Miss Greenstalk's face. As I sat on her face with full pressure, I could hear her snorting for breath while her lips nibbled my labia and her tongue plunged up my steaming cunt.
Miss Greenstalk's mouth was a marvel. No sooner had her hard tongue slid up my cunt to the maximum, than it slid abruptly out and lapped its way to my asshole. My anus pulsed under her tongue's swirling touch, spasming with delight.
When it was at least two inches up my tight, throbbing ass, her tongue was suddenly out and swiping wetly and roughly across my spasming cunt. It lit on my clit, wrestling with my joy-button until I thought I'd cream so much my, pussy would dissolve.
My crotch seemed to be melting from passion as she licked, probed and tickled every nook and cranny of my crotch, every fold and pucker of my cunt. My asshole pulsated with ecstasy, a sopping drool of abject arousal seeping from the puckering opening.
I attacked Miss Greenstalk's cunt like a starving vegetarian lighting into a chefs salad. Her unruly, overgrown pussy hair tickled my nostrils and scratched my eyelids, sticking between my teeth and bunching at the comers of my sucking mouth. It reeked of pussy-juice.
Her cunt-lips slid against the lips of my mouth like slabs of freshly butchered meat. Her whole pussy was a raw, oozing, dripping wound-a wound that my lancing tongue would only open wider and wider.
I ate and ate, relishing each new squirm and flush of wetness from her spasming cunt. An identical activity was taking place between my spread pussy and her grasping, hungry mouth. All four sets of lips ground against their counterparts on the opposite end of the body, mouths against cunts.
Although it seemed impossible because of the orgasmic heights we had already scaled together, suddenly our dual coming reached a new peak. The sensuality was unbelievably intense as our bodies clattered and writhed as one, each of our tongues twisting deeper and deeper into the other's cunt while our pussies discharged buckets of hot juices.
When it all became too much for two mortals to endure, our bodies abruptly went limp. At last we had had enough. We dozed in each other's embrace clear through the lunch hour. Valentine was the only one covering the desk, and later I found out she worked her butt off.
CHARTER FOUR
When we finally came to our senses, Miss Greenstalk didn't say a word to me. It was as silent as it had been when we first came into her office'.
As I dressed and watched her slip into her clothes, I realized that we hadn't said anything to each other except when we were making love.
Still, despite the lack of dialogue, an undeniably powerful communication had transpired between us. There was clearly something between us that hadn't been there before we'd been naked in each others arms.
After our secret lovemaking session I suddenly became Miss Greenstalk's favorite, and found myself with a nice raise I hadn't expected. There was talk of a scholarship for graduate work in library science.
Of course, one thing that I quickly did come to expect was those wordless sessions with my supervisor behind the closed door of her office. Only when we were both hot at each other's pussy and tits, totally involved in sex, did she start to talk. Then she ordered me to do things like I was her slave-stick my tongue all the way up her asshole... fuck one of her erectly nippled breasts with my sitting cunt... and dozens of other perversions that should have repelled someone with the proper background which I have, but which instead turned me on to greater and greater orgasmic heights.
The conclusion to which I eventually came was that, in a way, the stories about Miss Greenstalk were both true and false. She was a cold fish like they said, but she was also a hot-blooded temptress. In other words, as a librarian, she was Miss Prim-and-proper. But, as a lesbian lover, she was as molten as an erupting volcano.
At least I was sure I knew why she was still Miss Greenstalk. Her sexual preference seemed solely female. I was certain she was a flat-out lesbian. As if I held it against her, as long as it was my cunt she was licking.
It wasn't all just sex, though, as I've indicated. Once those sessions in Miss Greenstalk's office became at least a weekly affair, I started to move up in the library hierarchy, even though there was never a word said except that I was doing satisfactory work.
Perhaps I should have been wary of Miss Greenstalk's split personality-the aloof supervisor; the passionate lesbian lover-but the fact of the matter was that things were going too good for me to look a gift horse in the mouth. When I finally got a promotion and was picked to head the children's wing of the library, I felt like I was sitting on top of the world.
Looking back, I suppose the thing that cinched Miss Greenstalk recommending me to replace the retiring children's librarian was that our offices would be adjacent. There was a door, seldom used until now, through which we could easily pass into each other's arms on a moment's notice. Obviously the plan was that our get-togethers would increase in frequency.
I had nothing against Miss Greenstalk's implicit design in recommending me to Mr. Smiley, director of the library, for a promotion. In fact, at the time, I was so enthralled by the magnificence of her body, the gushiness of her cunt, and the talent of her mouth, that I would have gone down on her whenever she wanted, with or without any bonuses.
However, something she hadn't anticipated occurred. Undoubtedly considering my promotion as solely a device to bring our naked bodies together more frequently, Miss Greenstalk failed to consider that running the children's library was a lot of work.
Not being specially trained in library science, I had a lot of boning up to do on appropriate procedures, not to mention dealing with the kids who wandered in all day long. Before I knew if, I was up to my neck in work and hadn't seem Miss Greenstalk privately for over a week. Passing her in a corridor I could tell that it bothered her by the smoldering look in her eyes.
I wanted to reach out to her and tell her right then and there that I was sorry I was so busy. But, of course, that was impossible. Outside of her office we had a completely different relationship than we did once our clothes were off and our nude bodies were pressed together.
I brooded about the resentment Miss Greenstalk must feel, but eventually was forced to put it out of my mind. Being children's librarian was hectic and required all of my attention for me to do a good job. And despite the ambiguity about my promotion, it was something at which I was determined to succeed.
Although being well-organized was a prime asset in running the children's library, the most important criterion for success was getting along with kids. They were in and out of there all day long.
One of the first things I tried to emphasize was that kids ought to learn how to use the library on their own. When they came in with their parents, I urged the grown-ups to go off to adult sections of the library and leave their kids on their own. The approach caught on, and pretty soon I was alone with all the kids I could handle.
But I wasn't complaining. I loved their bright little faces and their enthusiasm as I opened the door to the world of reading to them. To be honest, maybe I was so engrossed in my new job that I forgot about the needs of the person who was responsible for me getting it.
Then something happened which altered my whole perspective of my relationship with Miss Greenstalk.
Previously my sex life had been separated from my job. Even though Miss Greenstalk and I had been co-workers and she was my boss, our shared moments of sensuality never entered our working relationship. But, after six weeks in the children's library, all of a sudden I found myself in a-situation which violated that principle and every other principle I'd ever learned in my middle-class upbringing.
I lost all interest in satisfying Miss Greenstalk as a new object of desire appeared in my life. When I woke up each morning I shook my head trying to see if what had been happening to me was all a dream. But it wasn't. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.
His name was Toby Morgan. Thirteen years old. Red hair and freckles. Cute as a bug... and more.
When he first wandered into the library he was wearing an Atlanta Braves baseball cap, a torn T-shirt, tight jeans, and ripped sneakers. He had a puzzled grin on his face that made him irresistible.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
He grinned shyly down at the floor and scuffed his toe on the floor before mumbling, "I'm lookin' for a book on Babe Ruth. Got to write a report for school on heroes."
"You go to Harding Junior High, I'll bet," I said in the friendly fashion I used to establish a common bond between me and my young patrons.
"Gosh, I do, lady," he said with a red face. "How'd you know all that?"
"Maybe I'm a witch," I teased him.
What he said next surprised the daylights out of me. "If you are, you're the best damn lookin' witch I ever seen."
I was so shocked that I gave him a second appraisal. The Huck Finn freckled face had abruptly achieved a hard edge at the corners of its boyish facade. The mouth had twisted from an innocent grin into a leer.
I could see now that his growing, young body was hard and muscular under his jeans and T-shirt. His pants clung to his sturdy-looking legs and strong thighs.
And, incredibly, just below his belt, a sloping bulge stood out unmistakably!
This kid was far more mature than I'd thought when he first walked in and grinned and shuffled about Babe Ruth. From the look of the mound in his jeans, it was apparent that he must have had a man-sized cock.
As we looked silently at each other, I couldn't help wondering what such an obviously big cock must look like unsheathed, emerging from the loins of such a youthful body. I tried to get it out of my mind, but only succeeded in sharpening the image. Suddenly I found myself panting, my heart leaping.
When my cunt began to tighten I knew I had to do something immediately to alleviate the situation. The only problem was that a growing part of the situation was my spasming, wettening pussy. And the only way I could alleviate that was through unspeakable means.
Stalling for time, and hoping some movement might diffuse the situation, I asked, "Would you like me to show you to the baseball section, young man?"
"Sure," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets. I could see his fists ball under the fabric, pulling the seams of his crotch even tighter. There was no doubt about it- I couldn't miss the clear outline of his erect prick.
He followed me back into the stacks. I sensed his young eyes were boring holes in me as I walked. Trying desperately not to add fuel to the fire, I attempted to avoid any provocative movement while walking in front of him.
But it was no use. My hips swayed and my ass bounced in defiance. With every step I could feel the wetness from my pussy soaking through the crotch of my panties and dampening my inner thighs. By the time we were in the stacks I was panting.
"Well, here it is," I said, turning around with a fake smile on my face. "Babe Ruth."
My smile quickly dissolved as my mouth dropped open in astonishment. His long, slim cock was, poking a good seven inches out of his open fly. Its head was a fiery red, already drooling a milky glob of pre-cum.
By the time he had his cock and balls completely out of his pants, I could see that my estimation of their development was right on the money. The kid had an eight-inch prick that was absolute perfection.
His cock pulsed with thick blue veins, and was fringed by a forest of orange pubic hair. His balls were snowy spheroids of enormous size and seemed capable of manufacturing an endless supply of teenage sperm.
At the sight of his beautiful prick, my cunt, already oozing steadily, virtually exploded. Female cream swamped my saturated panty-crotch and spread across the expanse of my throbbing loins. My thighs were covered with goo.
"Would you like to see my cunt?" I whispered.
"Is it hot?" he answered, pointing his gloriously stiff prick straight at me.
"Yes," I assured him. "And wet."
He nodded his head eagerly. Losing no time, I lifted my skirt and knotted it around my waist.
Stepping out of my sodden panties, I moved toward him, walking with my legs spread slightly so he could look between my thighs and get a full view of my dripping, open pussy.
Being so much older than the boy I felt obliged to take the initiative, even though he had been the first one to expose himself. Funny, but somehow I was certain that I had started the whole thing.
I moved so close to him that my wet crotch hair was pressing against his belly. Then I lowered myself, my steaming gash searching for the knotty head of his stiff prick.
When I felt his cock-head rub insistently against my throbbing pussy lips, a wave of excitement coursed through me. There was no turning back as I lowered myself onto his standing cock. Within seconds he had slipped halfway inside me, filling my cunt with hot, pulsing teenage dick.
My legs straddled his body, my thighs and knees clutching him so he could remain upright and keep fucking me. By now his prick was in me practically to the hilt, pumping solidly in and out of my dripping cunt.
Even though I was partially suspended in mid-air, I couldn't stop wriggling my ass. The shaking movement of my loins caused his cock to twist ever deeper into my fuck-canal.
Finally he was in all the way. Hot balls squashed against the bottom of my cunt. His prick stuck eight inches straight up my pussy.
I could feel the cheeks of my bare ass spreading wide to force my cunt to accommodate the full engorgement of his overgrown cock. My asshole pulsed from the excitement, throbbing from the adjacent immensity of the hot teenage prick splitting my pussy.
We embraced in order to lock our bodies so we wouldn't fall while we were fucking. Our mouths found each other, my tongue darting into his.
Answering my soul-kiss, one of his hands slipped under my sweater and grabbed one of my pulsing breasts. Snatching it out of the bra cup, his surprisingly strong fingers clawed toward my nipple, bruising my heaving tit.
As he gouged my tits and nipples, I slammed my pelvis downward. I was fucking so hard I was nearly wrenching his cock from his body. His prick swiveled up me like a twisting corkscrew, bruising against depths of pleasure I had known were hidden within me.
The slap of his balls against the bottom of my pussy filled my ears. It was a pure symphony with the steady slurping and squishing of the piston of his cock hammering back and forth inside my cunt.
First his fucking strokes were long and graceful. Then, gradually, they shortened into violent thrusts, like chopping punches to my groin. The rawer his fucking became, the more I loved it.
I pulled my mouth from our prolonged soul-kiss and whispered wetly in his ear, "Come inside me. Fill my cunt with your sperm, big boy."
As bold as he'd been by pulling his cock out in the first place, I could feel his cheek hotly blush when I called him big boy. Obviously I wasn't talking about his muscles.
I liked teasing him, and when I knew it affected him, poured if on. "Come on, freckles," I hissed, "let's see what you're made of."
I tweaked his cheek and ground my hips against his loins, swallowing his long prick in my tight cunt. "What's the matter," I chided, "losing your nerve? I'm doing all the work."
Being a kid, naturally he tried to fight back. However I had succeeded in physically dominating him too much for that. Every abortive movement on his part just served to seal his cock more securely in my cunt. I didn't ever have to let him go if I didn't want to. He clawed at my tits, but the pain just made me hornier. Secretly, I hoped he'd bring blood from my nipples.
"Come, Junior, come," I directed, no longer kidding. I thought I'd die if I didn't feel his hot jizz spurting up my pussy.
"How's this?" he said through clenched teeth.
Suddenly, a knot of scalding cum erupted like a liquid cannonball from the surging head of his dick and shot against the rear wall of my cunt. Instantaneously my pussy was full of it, brimming with steaming cum. A swamp of sweet boy jizz.
"Come, Junior, come," I repeated, but this time the urgency had totally disappeared from my voice. Instead of giving orders, now I was crooning in dreamy appreciation of the endless reservoir of hot stickiness my teenage lover had between his legs.
His cock seemed like it would never stop erupting. A continuous stream of cum turned my crotch into a hairy mass of milky goo as its excess flowing out of the sides of my cock-engorged pussy.
Knowing that nothing can last forever, I licked my lips, anticipating catching the last spurt with my mouth and swallowing the hot male juice.
I pulled off his still dribbling cock, my cunt absolutely sopping between my legs. Kneeling, I encircled my lips around his hard prick. My mouth suctioned furiously all the way down to his throbbing nuts as I worked his cock and balls for one last eruption.
When I cupped his balls and squeezed with all my might, it happened. A final cascade of cum shot from the end of his dick and scalded down my throat, bubbling in the pit of my stomach.
I couldn't believe how sweet the young man's dick tasted. And his cum was even sweeter. Boy-sperm was like some rich gourmet sauce-a thick cream that could totally intoxicate a grown woman like myself. The hairier her cunt, the thicker her pussy lips, the more rounded her breasts and flaring her hips, the more a woman would be driven wild by the taste and scent of hot, fresh adolescent semen.
While I sucked the last sperm from his cock I rested on my knees. The boy's hand slid between my open thighs and began rubbing my fuck-wracked, semen-dripping cunt. My abused clit throbbed in exotic agony as he ground it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it over and over again in his strong fingers. My pussy lips palpitated against the pressing palm of his hand.
As I felt his prick start to slacken, I gobbled up his balls along with it. With a mouthful of cock and balls, I turned on the oral suction.
Yes, I was trying to get him up again, anxious to see if what I'd heard about these teenage boys was true. Could they really come over and over again without rest?
My furious sucking soon brought results. Unable to resist screwing me in the mouth, the boy's cock surged to its original hardness. Thickly, it filled my mouth and expanded its gross head down my spasming throat. Within seconds his hips were rocking in the classic motion and he was fucking me in the mouth.
Between my legs, his hand was all the way up to its wrist in my cunt. He had balled his fingers into a compact fist and was engorging my pussy with it, spreading the labia as far apart as they would go. Like the shaft of an immense cock, his wrist slid back and forth in my snatch. Bigger than any mere cock-head, his balled fist bruised against the entrance to my womb, driving me insane.
Toby's upward fist-fucking thrusts sent shock-waves coursing through my sensation-crazed body. Every suck of my mouth on his prick was accompanied by a slam of his tight fist up my pussy. His hard knuckles turned my cunt tissues into drooling pulp, opening up my snatch as I never thought it could be.
I had been coming harder and harder all along. Now, when a new torrent of jizz washed into my face, I almost went crazy.
More cum shot out of his cock the second time he came than had the first time. My mouth was even wetter with sperm than my cunt had been. As he spurted his hot load down my throat, I swallowed his prick to the hilt, suctioning every last drop of delicious jizz.
In tandem with his spurting cock, his fist went crazy fucking me in the cunt. The ball of his clenched fingers slid wildly in and out of my fuck-canal like a huge prick ready to come. But, instead of spewing sperm, the five fingers suddenly straightened out. The orgasm I felt was incredible as his entire hand filled my pussy and stretched it to impossible lengths. When he finally pulled out, my cunt felt like a manhole between my legs.
When he finally stopped coming in my mouth, I lapped his prick dry, scraping my lips over it while I pulled it slowly from my mouth. After it was finally out, I held his cock in my hands and looked lovingly at it. The sight of his cock still twitching stiffly was enough to start me drooling all over again, hungering for a new explosion of teenage juice.
Toby's prick was still as hard as it had ever been. Maybe harder, as though getting his rocks off just made him stronger. As I fondled his stiff dick, I thought how much I loved teenage boys.
"Can you go off again?" I asked in wonder, totally mesmerized by his throbbing tool.
"You better believe it," he whispered. "But you'll have to jack me off."
"Gladly," I breathed huskily, and started sliding my hand up and down his monster shaft. This was the way I'd wanted to do it all along for the last time-so I could actually see the creamy explosion of cum erupting from the purple, swollen tip of his dick.
"Ooooooh, that feels so good," he moaned while I stroked his meat.'
"Better than when you do it yourself?" I asked, teasingly.
"Yes," he groaned, as I slid his foreskin over the head of cock, and then abruptly pulled it back down his shaft.
"Ever know a kid that didn't?" he said, continuing to fill my hand with his thrusting prick.
"You're the first kid I've known... like this," I confessed.
"Groovy," he said, thrusting his hips in time with the rhythm of my hand stroking his long, hard cock.
My fingers squeezed into the rubbery meat of his shaft. I was beating his meat in total earnest now. Sweat fell from my face onto his cock, lubricating the compression of my pumping fist. The friction must have been maddening to him.
When his balls tightened at the base of his cock, I knew it wouldn't be long. To prolong the agony that must have been seething in his churning nuts, I leaned down and flicked the tip of my tongue into the vertical slit at the end of his dick.
As my tongue gouged the tiny slit of his ultra-sensitive cock-head, I could feel him flinch and his groin tighten. His cock lurched forward an extra fraction of an inch. He was getting ready to come for the third time within a space of minutes!
I pulled my face back just in time to have a full view of the sperm spurting from his swollen cock. It shot a distance in the air matching the length of his prick itself. The semen flew in white projectiles, each seemingly bigger than its catapulting predecessor.
No matter how far I pulled back, I couldn't evade all of it. An enormous wad of jizz flew past my face and splatted into my hair. Another one crashed wetly against my forehead. And of course my hand was covered with the stuff-especially after he finally stopped shooting and just dribbled. Cum glazed my hand all the way to my forearm.
I wound up so covered with jizz that I had to spend my whole lunch-hour in the ladies' room getting it off me. I thought I did a pretty good job hiding the evidence of what I'd been doing.
But maybe not well enough. Miss Greenstalk glanced distastefully at me and distinctly wrinkled her nose when she walked past me later that day. She refused to answer when I said hello. Could she really tell?
As for Toby-well, our impromptu morning in the stacks, fucking and sucking instead of looking for books about Babe Ruth, was just the beginning. He started coming into the children's library whenever he got the chance. I was so crazy about him, despite his tender years, the minute I saw him walking through the door I had to restrain myself from ripping his clothes off in plain view of the rest of the library.
We fucked everywhere. In the stacks when no one else was around. In the pay toilet when there were too many kids around in the children's library. Under the desk after the library had closed. In the dark while I was supposedly showing film strips.
No matter how much we fucked and sucked, he always seemed to want more. And so did I.
Chapter Five
After I got involved with Toby, the relationship between Miss Greenstalk and myself took an abrupt plunge. All of a sudden she refused to talk to me under any circumstances. Needless to say, the nude sessions behind closed office doors ceased. The door between our offices was permanently locked now, and she had had the janitor move a desk in front of her side of it to emphasize the barrier between us.
Worse, there were rumors floating around the library that she was bad-mouthing me to the brass, especially Mr. Smiley, the Director. Her word had carried enough weight to build me up to my current prominence on the staff, and now she was reportedly trying to use it to tear me down.
Undoubtedly I should have been concerned about the unpleasant turn of events with Miss Greenstalk. But the fact was that I didn't really care all that much. I was too absorbed with my fascinating work as children's librarian. And that especially included the job's greatest fringe benefit-Toby.
God, how I loved his long, thick adolescent cock. His alabaster balls. His red pubic hair. The blue veins that showed all around his crotch through his pale skin. His tight, sweet young asshole, which I loved to lick and finger-fuck.
And mostly I loved his cum. His spurting, creamy, steaming jizz. He could produce a sizzling wad on a moment's notice. And over and over again.
Logically, I should have been concerned about what the library brass thought of me. Instead, my primary concern was that Toby still wanted to suck and fuck me. I was at the point where I would do anything he said.
"Where have you been?" I asked anxiously one day when he sauntered in after not having been around for nearly a week.
"What's it to you?" he drawled in the flippant way he'd started talking to me more and more lately.
"Well... well..." I stammered as I realized he enjoyed watching me get so upset. "I... I just wondered if you were all right."
"Bullshit. You were just wondering if you were ever gonna see this again," he said matter-of-factly, grossly rubbing his crotch for emphasis.
"Please," I hissed. "There are other people around. They'll notice."
He walked over near my desk and sat down. I went behind the counter and started filing to look busy while I talked out of the comer of my mouth to him.
I didn't want to be a nag, but I couldn't help asking him again where he'd been.
"If you gotta know," he said, "I was grounded."
I turned white as it immediately hit me that it might have something to do with sex. My innate jealously forced me to imagine him getting it on with some hot little tramp his own age. The repelling image of his long, hard cock splitting an almost hairless, immature pussy took my breath away.
"I know what you're thinkin'," he laughed. "But that ain't it."
"What was it?" I whispered, feeling like I'd been through a wringer.
"Sniffing glue," he laughed some more. "I got sick and puked all over the kitchen floor just after my mom had finished waxing it."
His admission abruptly made me see him as just the kid he really was. "Are your parents still restricting you?" I asked sympathetically.
"Yes," he said. "Till the end of the month. I had to sneak out to get over here so I could tell you. Now that you know, I've got to get back before my mom finds out. She'll tell my dad and he'll make it an extra two weeks."
I wanted to wail in anguish, thinking about how I would be deprived of his cock. Instead, I hissed through clenched teeth, "But what about us? What about me?"
"I guess it's the old jerk-off route for both of us," he said. Then he added with a wink, "Girls can do it, too, you know."
"I need more than that," I confessed, mindless of my pride. "I'll go crazy without... without..."
"Without eight inches of teenage cock?" he grinned triumphantly.
"Yes," I admitted shamelessly.
"Well, if I take the chance of sneaking over here against my folks' orders, I'm gonna have to be sure it's worth my while," he said, holding his chin in his hand to emphasize what he was thinking.
"I'll do anything!" I blurted. "Anything you say."
"Money?" he grinned.
"Yes."
"Will you take it in the ass?" His green eyes gleamed lewdly.
"Please," I moaned.
"All eight inches?"
"Yes - yes... of course..." I whimpered through drooling lips. Between my legs my pussy had started to melt from the raunchy talk of sex with this boy almost young enough to be my son.
"And anything else I dream up, right?" he said, slapping his hand on the desk to underscore the boldness of his demands.
"Yes... yes..."
"All right," he said, "you've got a deal. I'll cut third period tomorrow and be around to see you. That is, under one condition."
"Yes?"
"Lay five bucks on me."
"Gladly," I said, reaching for my purse.
***
I don't know how I got through the twenty-four hours until I would see my boy-lover stride into the library again. That night I had trouble sleeping, my mind filled with images of his stiff, young prick surging into all the holes of my naked body.
My cunt wouldn't stop foaming. I must have beaten my meat steadily throughout the whole night and experienced dozens, or even hundreds, of orgasms from constantly playing with myself. But I still couldn't completely satisfy myself.
The next morning at the library I went around like I was walking on eggs. In the back of my mind there was the lurking dread that Toby had become such a smart aleck that he might try and tease me by not showing up. I wondered if familiarity had bred contempt on his part.
I expected him about eleven. Getting ready for him, I sneaked back in the stacks and stripped my panties off. My bare pussy throbbed under my skirt, ready for action.
While I was still in the stacks I heard the outside entrance open. Somebody was coming in. I prayed it was Toby.
I looked down the row of books toward the door and saw a teenage boy walking down the steps. He was about thirteen, dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt and sneakers, but he wasn't Toby.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath. I'd taken a lot of trouble to empty the place so Toby and I would have the stacks to ourselves while we were making it. Now I had a kid I hadn't counted on to deal with.
"Can I help you?" I said very professionally as I straightened up and walked out the stacks.
"No, not really," he said. "I'm supposed to meet somebody here."
I could see that he was a good-looking kid. Maybe another time... another place... who knew?
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" I asked, trying to ignore my attraction to him.
"Yeah, well, usually," he said, "but not today."
"What is the exception today?" I asked in a dipped voice, hoping I could use my authority as a librarian to frighten him out of the place by making him scared I'd call the school.
"I have what you might call a special assignment," he said.
"Oh, library work," I said. "Why don't you use the school library for whatever you have in mind?"
He laughed. "I'm afraid it wouldn't work out for the special project my friend and I have in mind."
"Why not?"
"For one thing, the school librarian's a man," he said.
"I'm afraid I don't understand," I said. Inside, however, I knew that I was far ahead of what I was willing to admit to this boy. His run-around conversation was the first clue. And the second clue was the mound in his jeans which I noticed more with each moment. That was because it wouldn't stop growing.
"Something wrong?" he asked, catching me looking between his legs.
"This other person you're supposed to meet here," I said. "His name wouldn't be Toby, would it?"
"Right on-Toby Morgan," he said, smiling. "I understand you two know each other."
"Uh, yes... yes, I guess we do," I said pantingly, wondering where my breath had gone.
"Toby talks a lot about you," the kid said, resting his hand on his crotch and slowly rubbing the bulge there.
"What does he say?" I asked breathlessly, my heart in my mouth, and my cunt tightening like a vise between my sweating thighs.
"That you know how to make a kid feel like a man," he said with a leer splitting his young face. His hand was cupping the rise of his cock and balls that stood out in a throbbing bulge from his jeans.
"How did Toby say I do that?" I asked, hanging desperately on the answer.
The kid knew it. That had to be why he paused for so long-to torture me. Tease me. Drive me crazy.
"Please, please," I finally gave in and begged. "I've got to know."
"Back in the stacks," the kid said matter-of-factly, ordering me around in my own library.
I obeyed, following him dutifully as though he were the librarian and I was the child.
Once we were hidden by the books, we faced one another. A gangly kid, he was tall and slender. But there was nothing thin about the obviously fat cock and balls. He did nothing to hide his swollen condition.
"Please," I whimpered. "Tell me about what Toby said about me."
"Two things," the kid smiled.
"What are they?"
"F-U-C-K," he bluntly spelled out, "and S-U-C-K."
I looked at him incredulously. Astonished, I tried not to believe Toby would betray me after all of myself I had given him.
The boy looked back at me with a lazy grin. There was no doubt he was a smart-aleck. A kind of impertinence seemed to emanate from his tall, skinny body. That was especially true between his fail-thin legs. His cock absolutely throbbing on total arrogance.
"What's your name?" I asked, trying to put him on the defensive after all the anguish and embarrassment he'd put me through.
"Marty," he drawled, totally unintimidated. Frankly, he seemed more interested in showing off what he had bulging in his blue-jeans than in answering my questions.
"Marty what?" I snapped, trying to sound bolder than I really felt. I glared at him, trying to wither him with my stare.
"Marty Springstead," he said in a flippant voice.
It was no use. There was no way I could stare him down. He had the edge.
No matter how hard I tried to rivet my eyes to his, my gaze eventually dropped to the mass pulsing at his crotch. Finally I found myself looking only at the bulge in his pants, and uncontrollably licking my lips. Under my skirt my pussy was sopping wet, as hot as a firecracker. My tits tingled electrically. I was hopelessly turned-on!
I tried desperately to maintain my composure, but it was no use. Gradually I realized that my anxiety was not just because I was angry at Toby for having such a big mouth. There was no doubt in my mind that I had wanted to fuck Toby's friend, Marty, all along.
Now that I'd figured it out, I tried to hate myself for lusting after my teenage lover's friend. But the harder I tried to achieve self-loathing, the farther away I got from my objective. My mind was filled with obscene images, all of them involving the jean-covered cock over which my mouth was watering.
Why fight it? I finally concluded. Once I had made my decision, I suddenly felt fantastically relaxed. The warmth from my cunt spread over my entire body.
"Gee, ma'am," Marty said, showing the first politeness since he'd come in. "You look kinda hazy. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"One thing," I said tersely.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Fuck me!"
His cock was out in an instant, as though he had been expecting my request all along. His prick was a beauty, long and thin as its owner. Huge now, I wondered how it would look when Marty was full-grown. My cunt ached at the thought.
"Pull your balls out," I hissed. "Everything out in the open so I can suck it."
As he rummaged around in his shorts for his nuts, I dropped to my knees. When all of his equipment was out in the open, I clutched his balls and brought my face down to his stiff prick. My tongue swiped wetly over the throbbing crown, running down the groove in the center of his heart-shaped cock-head.
His dick was salty, tasting of fresh teenage sweat. The raunchy taste was intoxicating.
"You came over here on your bike, didn't you, Marty?" I said while I continued licking his tool.
"Yes... yes," he moaned. "How did you know?"
"I can taste it."
My wanton admission was too much for him. He got so turned-on that his hips automatically lurched, cramming his cock abruptly down my throat. Long and hard, his prick made me gag, filling my throat.
Slowly I began working my lips along his cock-shaft, fucking him with my mouth. His prick swelled to even greater proportions as the friction made him wild. As the suction drove him crazy, my tongue did a dance over the entirety of his meet, tickling his cock into a throbbing frenzy.
I closed my eyes, anticipating the onslaught of jizz I was so diligently sucking for. My stomach convulsed from want of the sticky balm. I excitedly wondered if his cum would be as pungent and salty as the cock and balls which held it.
My arms were around his waist now. I pulled him toward me, squashing his steamy crotch into my face. Taking all of him, my mouth wrung his prick like it was a washrag, sucking furiously for sperm.
Then, just as he was about to come, I got an even bigger jolt than I had been expecting from the end of Marty's dick. Out of the comer of my eye I suddenly became aware of another pair of jeans and another pair of sneakers. Somebody was standing there watching while I sucked this boy's cock!
"Well, I see you two got acquainted already," an all too familiar voice said.
Toby! He'd planned the whole thing. Not only had he told everybody about us, now he planned to pass me around among his friends.
I should have been furious. I should have been seething.
But, instead, I was twice as horny as I'd been in the first place, with a new smooth, young male body added to the fray.
Retaining Marty's cock to the hilt in my mouth, I took my hands from his waist and threw them in back of me. Flipping up my skirt, I exposed my bare ass.
What a view Toby must have had of my foaming cunt. My bare ass was sticking straight up in the air, with my cheeks and thighs thoroughly spread. From the rear he must have been able to see everything. All the lips and folds and redness and juiciness and hairiness of my sucking, starving honey-pot.
If I could have made myself understood with the one boy's cock in my mouth, I would have cried at the other one, "Fuck me, you fool!" But, actually, there was no need for such dramatics. I had communicated with Toby enough over the past weeks with my body to be certain he didn't need any such instruction.
Although he was out of my view, I could visualize Toby's cock being unsheathed from his jeans. It was as long and hard as ever. The balls were as white. The pulsing veins as blue. The crotch-hair as fiery red.
And Toby as insistently horny as ever!
Reality usurped imagination as Toby's cock suddenly crashed between the cleavage of my parted buns instead of slipping into my waiting cunt. Abruptly recalling the promise I'd made him yesterday, I realized he was going to fuck me in the ass. I deliriously concluded that I couldn't wait!
His cock-head shoved against the puckering mouth of my asshole like a barb. I hoped the penetration wouldn't be too painful.
Then, after a ripping thrust, he was pronging me. After an initial four-inch surge, his cock wiggled and twisted and pushed until it was filling my ass.
Hot shit packed in my bowels around the intruding head of Toby's cock, bathing his dick with sizzling, wet heat. He knew just how to fuck me in the ass despite his youth, expertly sliding his prick back and forth in the tight channel of my bunghole.
To make things even hotter, he thrust his hand over my unoccupied cunt. Instantly three fingers were all the way inside, thoroughly finger-fucking me. His thumb pressed my stiff clit.
Once Toby's cock was securely imbedded in my ass, and he was almost literally fucking the shit out of me, I turned my attention back to the equally hard prick engorging my mouth. Redoubling my efforts, I was determined to make Marty come as quickly as possible, incredibly thirsty for the taste of hot boy-cum.
I resorted to drastic measures, running my lips and tongue over the full expanse of Marty's prick from the base to the tip. Monumental elasticity required of his foreskin, as I stretched it to the ultimate. After pulling it all the way over his swollen cock-head, I then tugged it halfway down to his balls with my teeth, suddenly swallowing him whole.
Nobody, let alone a horny teenage boy, could withstand that kind of manipulation without coming, within second, his prick was erupting in my mouth. Hot wads of steaming cum filled my mouth and then slid down my throat. The excess I couldn't swallow dribbled from the corners of my mouth and made my face a sticky mess of semen.
Not to be outdone, Toby began pumping in my ass like crazy. The tightness of my asshole created incredible friction on his cock. It was a cinch it wouldn't take him long to come.
I was right. Just as his friend stopped spurting in my mouth, Toby's prick exploded up my ass. Instantly, my colon was filled with hot, sticky jizz. He literally filled my ass with cum. I shook my head, not being able to comprehend why I'd never let him fuck me in the ass until now.
They'd both finished coming, but I was just getting started. Orgasms were ripping through me, but they were merely titillations compared to the orgasm I craved.
Pulling away from the twin prongs of their cocks, I rolled on the floor and backed away on my knees a few inches from both of them. I looked up at their spent pricks, smiling while I watched them drip their last globs of cum. My breath was taken away by their beauty. There was nothing that turned me on more than the sight of a freshly spent teenage cock, still hard enough to be ready to go again at a moment's notice. That is, except for the sight of two cocks.
I reached for both of their pricks at once, taking a semi-hard cock in each hand. Rhythmically I stroked both of them, making sure they were restored to their original hardness. When they were each hard as granite, I leaned forward and licked off the last of their old cum, cleaning them up for the new salvo of ejaculations I was determined to elicit.
"My cunt!" I rasped, the cum in my mouth slurring my speech. "My ass! Fuck me in the cunt and ass at the same time."
"Oh, boy, will we!" Marty exclaimed, scooting around in back of me. "This time I get her shit-hole."
I leaned forward, staying on my knees and propping myself up on my elbows so my ass was a perfect target. Spreading my thighs as far as I could, I provided Marty with a perfect shot at my quivering asshole.
I could feel the ridges of my anus parting to receive the dick I was waiting for. In a second it was nudging at the entrance, its owner frantic to get his first taste of ass-fucking.
"Inside me," I directed pantingly. "I can't stand to feel my ass empty any longer."
With the first tearing shove he was a couple of inches within me. Another push and he had four inches. On the third try he had six inches of prick up my anus. And after the fourth surge, he was completely, stiffly, and thoroughly fucking me.
"Now my cunt," I demanded. "Slide under me between your friend's legs and fuck me in the pussy, Toby."
He got down on the floor, scooting between my knees until his cock was centered with my cunt. His face was directly under my breasts, and he lost no time pulling up my sweater so he could pop my tits out of my bra and begin licking them.
Toby steadied his prick with his hand while I lowered my cunt to him. Right from the beginning I could feel his cock-head rubbing against my pussy lips. And then, as my pelvis dipped, I could feel my labia being split by the barbed end of his pulsing tool.
Then he was inside me... two... three... four... five inches. His shaft was sliding up and down between my pussy lips. He was fucking me.
"Fuck me harder... harder!" I moaned. They were confused because they didn't know which cock I meant-the one in my ass, or the one in my pussy. Silly boys-I meant both.
Fortunately for my fuck-crazed love-holes, my two teenagers were each sure I meant them. Both solidly imbedded, they started grinding their pricks even more furiously into me. In my cunt, Toby finally managed to penetrate all the way to the hilt, his balls crushing against the outside of my dripping vulva. My asshole was packed even more solid with Marty's cock.
I couldn't believe how fantastic two cocks felt inside me at once. Over and over again I came, scaling new orgasmic heights with each new climactic shudder. My cunt and asshole were both spasming and creaming ceaselessly.
The two pricks within me were separated only by the thin membrane between my asshole and pussy tunnel. The thin division of tissue was like nothing at all, as the cocks rubbed together at the core of being in spark-producing friction.
"Come," I pleaded, unable to wait any longer. "Come in me. Please come in me. Fill my ass. Fill my cunt. Drown me with cum!"
It wasn't hard for them to comply with my request. The friction on their pumping pricks must have been intense. That they had managed to go this long without shooting off was a miracle. Suddenly, they couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated simultaneously.
It was a dead heat whether my ass or cunt was filled with sperm first. They were both instantaneously engorged with hot jizz, the excess oozing out in a slime that bathed the split between my spread ass-cheeks. After thirty seconds of continuous twin spurting, my crotch was coated with cum all the way down to my thighs.
"Oh, my God," I whimpered. "I don't believe this is happening to me."
But it was. Jesus, how it was. Even after they had stopped spurting, their pricks still drooled glopping amounts of precious boy-cum into my body. By now my cunt and asshole were so backed up that most of their love-juice was eventually draining, swamping my lower anatomy.
Reaching down with my hands, I rubbed my fingers in the goo. Wiggling my hips, I enjoyed the sensations produced by their cocks still buried in my twin fuck-canals. My only regret was that there wasn't a third prick engorging my mouth.
Chapter Six
The first words Miss Greenstalk spoke to me in three weeks were inside her office two days after my encounter with Toby and Marty. I hadn't been able to believe the note I'd received asking me to meet her there at ten o'clock.
"I saw you fucking those boys," she said the instant I sat down.
I was stunned by her bluntness. There was no way for me to deny it, because she'd said it as a simple statement of fact. There could be no less doubt than if she had presented me with a photograph of the three of us fucking.
Nodding my head, I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. Finally, I summoned enough nerve to ask the inevitable question. "What are you going to do about it, Miss Greenstalk?"
"What you have done is very serious," she said as though lecturing a misbehaving student. "As you know, it's not my policy to be specific with the staff on certain matters. The only reason I'm being so candid with you is because of... well, certain shared confidences we might have had in the past. In other words, I won't tell Mr. Smiley specifically what it is that you've done which makes you unsuitable as children's librarian. Instead, I'll merely indicate that you work is in some general way inadequate because of your lack of training, and that we should hire a professional to operate the children's library. Fortunately, several have, applied since you were given the job."
"Then it's back to circulation," I said sadly.
"I'm afraid so, but it's all for your own good," Miss Greenstalk said, permitting herself a brief smile. "I'm confident that you can do an adequate job with appropriate supervision-if you know what I mean."
"I'm afraid I do!" I exploded, furious at her high-handedness. "If you think you can get me back between your legs by busting me back down to your department, you're full of shit!" I couldn't believe my bluntness.
"We'll see," she chuckled. "We'll see."
***
Miss Greenstalk tried to break my spirit by assigning me all the most annoying tasks in the library. She even included swabbing out the pay-toilet while the janitor was on vacation.
To make it worse, she devised errands for me to run into the children's library to rub it in. The new children's librarian was an effeminate old guy, a pansy as sure as my name is Samantha Dobbs. The kids obviously hated him, snickering that he was a faggot behind his back. The fact that he was doing such a lousy job just made it harder on me.
However, no matter how severe the humiliation she heaped on me, I was determined not to give in to Miss Greenstalk. There is a thing called pride, and I wasn't about to let mine be trampled on. Even when it involved somebody whom I'd once thought I loved.
My relationship with Toby and his friends ended with my ousting from the children's library. Locked in a cold war with Miss Greenstalk, I swore off sex entirely. It was hard for me to go back to the chaste existence I'd had before that first day Miss Greenstalk had seduced me, but I felt it was worth it for my self-respect. I wanted to show that I was above sex.
But after such steady meat, it was a hard fast. I might have accepted a date or two for a quick, impersonal roll in the hay, but the only offers I got were from spineless guys who thought a mousy librarian was the best they could do.
Meanwhile, whenever I got horny, I just pressed my thighs together and hoped for the best. Except for masturbating a lot when I was home alone, though, I managed to keep my vow to stay straight.
Avoiding Miss Greenstalk whenever possible, I found myself more and more around Valentine Smolt, the other girl working full-time in circulation. Although we seemed to be getting to be rather good friends, we never discussed what had happened that day several weeks ago in the 600 stacks with the bearded man.
Valentine remained the most virginal-looking girl I'd ever seen, even though she was well into her twenties. Recalling that day in the stacks made her almost puritanical appearance all that more fascinating. After all, I had actually seen and felt her slobbering cunt. I had fingered it. And she had eaten my pussy. I had pointed a spurting cock in her direction and watched it come all over her face.
All Valentine ever talked about were books and her religion. She was some kind of born-again Christian, and so her reading taste tended in that direction. Which meant that we didn't even get on the subject of sex indirectly, because the books she read never had any in them, except to say that it was an invention of the devil and should be avoided.
A funny thing started to happen. The more square Valentine seemed, the more boring and antiseptic her conversation, the dowdier her clothes... the sexier she started to appear to me. I guess it was the incongruity of her daily image when contrasted with my memory of that fantastic day in the 600's with her juicy cunt out in the open and her lips nibbling at my crotch.
After awhile, it got so that whenever I was alone with Valentine I found myself hopelessly turned-on. She was as drab-looking as she could be, yet the sight of her grew to be enough to dampen my pussy immediately.
However, I was afraid to do anything about my yearning. I tried to put it off, deciding that anything close to sex would turn me on after enough exposure.
Suffering in silence, I negotiated my way through each day as if it were a crisis. My nerves were shot. My pussy was burning out a new fuse each day from unfulfilled desire. The library was getting to be a drag. I was thinking about looking for a new job and starting all over again so I could live as a free human being, not some sort of suppressed slave.
If only, I thought, Valentine would give me some sign that she felt about me as I felt about her. Then things might be bearable. Knowing that Valentine and I had a secret bond might be enough for me to withstand Miss Greenstalk's carefully patterned revenge.
Then, one humid day, everything changed.
Miss Greenstalk, knowing that it was hot as hell in the stacks, decided that I had to rearrange all the books in the 900's. That meant spending an entire afternoon either crouching or on a ladder. The only breeze came when somebody opened the front door of the library and created a temporary draft, and that shot my dress up around my waist. When I wasn't shuffling books, I had to clutch my skirt to keep my ass from showing. Once or twice I nearly fell off the ladder.
Determined to show that I could stand up to whatever unfairness was heaped on me, I slowly but surely worked my way toward the completion of the task to which Miss Greenstalk had assigned me, even though I was convinced it was busy work. Finally I had gotten to the top of the last shelf, balancing myself on the top rung of the stepladder as I shelved the final books.
I was rearranging the six volumes of a massive work on Lithuania, when, suddenly, the back of my neck started to prickle, the way it does when your ESP tells you someone is looking at you from behind. I'd have looked around, but my balance was precarious with my hands juggling six books, and I was afraid I'd fall.
Trying to forget the possibility that somebody was spying on me, I continued wrestling with the books. However, before I could get them in place, someone entered the library and a blast of hot air funneled its way through the stacks. The air shooting warmly against my loins told me that my dress was up.
By the time my skirt was down, I had a new sensation to go along with the tingling at the back of my neck. Incredibly, my pussy was burning, seemingly trying to tell me that someone had just gotten themselves a full peek at my ass and crotch.
I tried to forget about my premonition, but it was no use. The more I attempted to concentrate on the six volumes about Lithuania, the more the skin on my neck crawled. The more my pussy burned. After a few more moments of struggle, the dampening between my thighs told me I was losing the battle of concentration.
Finally I turned around to confront the person I was sure was ogling me. Certain that it was some disgusting wino or pervert, I was astonished to see Valentine smiling sweetly up at me.
My balance already compromised by turning around, the shock of seeing Valentine apparently spying on me destroyed my balance and sent me toppling from the stepladder. Fortunately it wasn't too high, and Valentine was there to break my fall. One second I was swaying on top of the ladder, and the next minute I was in her arms.
"Are you all right?" she asked softly, continuing to hold me so our breasts rubbed together under our blouses.
"Never mind that," I said, trying to be angry, but realizing that my cunt had started gushing even more since I wound up in her arms. "Why were you watching me?"
She didn't answer with words. Instead she hugged me tighter. Our breasts squashed against each other. We could feel our hearts beating as one. Mine was loud-and hers was ever louder.
"You were trying to look up my dress," I said, "weren't you?"
She nodded.
At first I wanted to wrestle free and slap her. Then, abruptly, I realized how absurd my anger on my part was. After all, wasn't this what I'd been secretly dreaming about all along during my silent unfulfilled attraction toward Valentine? Now that it was out in the open, I should be glad.
My whole attitude turned upside-down. Hostility drained from me, as my body was filled with overwhelming desire. "You've been wanting to do this ever since that day in the 600's, haven't you?" I said softly, trying to convey my understanding.
"Yes," she whispered, nuzzling her wet lips against my cheeks.
"You shouldn't have waited so long, Valentine," I blatantly confessed. "I'm as horny for you as you've been for me."
There, I had it out. Free of my psychological burden, all of my inhibitions vanished as though a huge weight had been removed from my shoulders. All of a sudden, I felt alive and free-free to do anything I wanted.
My hand slipped between our compressed bodies and plunged between Valentine's legs. Under her loose-fitting skirt, her crotch was so wet and hot.
Eagerly sliding my fingers under the elastic waistband of her dripping panties, I found that her cunt was even juicier than I had remembered it. Fondling her swampy pussy after all these weeks without sex, was pure heaven.
She had enormous pussy lips that engulfed my fingers as I placed my hand over her cunt. Pussy-juice lapped against my palm. Her curly-thatched snatch was brimming with hot desire.
"Finger-fuck me," she sighed. "Stick your hand inside my pussy... all the way inside my pussy."
"Gladly," I breathlessly agreed. Within seconds I had stuffed three fingers up the foaming gash of her cunt and was moving them back and forth in tandem.
"Ooooooh," she moaned, "it feels so good. Your fingers feel soooooo good in my cunt." She was panting now. "Harder... harder. More fingers in my pussy. Your whole hand. A fist in my cunt! Fist-fuck me right here in the stacks, Samantha!"
She leaned back against the bookshelf. Her legs were spread so my hand could go as far as it wanted up her spasming box.
Her cunt was so enormous and wet that it was relatively easy to slip my thumb and little finger in along with the rest. Stretching her pussy to impossible proportions with the ball of my fist, I pushed with all my might.
I could feel my knuckles sliding deep within her tissues, the swamp of her pussy-flow helping my fist glide all the way to the mouth of her womb. I moved my arm back and forth, feeling her labia squeeze against my wrist and forearm. For the first time in my life I had the sensation I was on the operating end of a giant cock.
"Kiss me while you're fist-fucking me," Valentine cooed. "Let me feel your tongue in my mouth while you're fist-fucking me."
I fell on top of her, giving her the searing soul-kiss she craved. However, as sweet as the inside of her mouth was, I had a more delectable target in mind.
Her tits were what I wanted. With my free hand I opened her blouse. Stuffing my fingers inside her lacy bra, I could feel tit-flesh, feel it throbbing in tingling arousal.
Her breasts slipped easily out of the bra cups. They were small but perfect tits. The best part was their red, firm, erect nipples. They stood out at least an inch.
Licking Valentine's tits was like tasting forbidden fruit. They were exquisite breasts, so sweet that I couldn't have stopped my tongue from running over them if I'd wanted to.
"Are you still a virgin?" I asked her while I continued to maul her tits with my mouth.
"Only to a cock," she answered back, writhing under my frantic stimulation.
"You mean you've had a fist up your cunt before?" I asked incredulously.
"A fist... a cucumber, a chair leg, a dill pickle, a rolled up copy of Time magazine. My dog, Raoul..."
"I thought you said no cocks."
"No man's cock," she said.
"Would you like one?" I asked. "A man's prick up your cunt?"
"I don't know... don't know," she replied uncertainly. "I'm still afraid to go all the way."
I found myself hopelessly aroused by her innocence. Learning that the library scuttlebutt that she was a virgin was still true was a tremendous turn-on. I was utterly thrilled that I was fist-fucking a cunt that had never had a man's cock engorging its gooey walls.
We stopped conversing, letting the more intimate parts of our bodies do our talking for us. Her tits filled my mouth as I sucked off her nipples. I suctioned one and then the other, finally squeezing her breasts together and taking both of them at once. Down below, my pumping fist felt like it was at the core of a volcano, her cunt was so molten hot.
Between my legs, my own pussy cried out for stimulation. I straddled myself over one of Valentine's extended legs, thrilling at the feel of her bare thigh against my cunt under her skirt.
Sliding up her leg, my wet pussy lips left a sticky trail on Valentine's thigh. As our crotches got closer together, I was forced to start pulling my arm out of her pussy to keep my balance. But it was worth it, because seconds after my fist popped out, I moved my cunt into place on top of her seething box.
It was fantastic how perfectly our pussies grooved together. I quickly found that the most incredible sexual feeling I'd ever experienced could be obtained by running the slit of my cunt up and down against the stiff spike of Valentine's clitoris.
It was unbelievable the way two women could turn each other on as well as conventional fucking could. Valentine's stabbing clit seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of every excruciating pleasure point around the opening of my pussy. And my sliding cunt-lips created a steaming friction that transformed her crotch into a convulsing mass of lather and hair.
Valentine's blouse was completely torn open now, and my face was buried in her tits. I covered them with spit, licking every square inch of them. They were small enough so that I could get an entire breast all the way into my mouth, and I did it repeatedly. Suctioning her breasts whole, I drove Valentine over the brink into incomprehensible babbling.
We both started to come at once, capping a beautiful experience. Our cunts ground into one another, the flowing wetness passing from one pussy to the other. Her clit reamed out the underside of my pussy lips, giving me a new kind of orgasm of which I hadn't believed I was capable.
Valentine, an old hand at dildo-induced orgasms, was coming after a few moments in an unbroken flow. I gritted my teeth and tightened my pussy muscles, straining to join her in orgasmic intensity.
At last I succeeded. Through sheer will power, I elevated myself to a golden plane of non-stop thrills, one long orgasm overpowering me.
My mouth thirsted to taste Valentine's cunt. And I was sure that she had the same desire for mine. I slid off her and dropped to the floor. Spreading my legs, the open sight of my cunt through my ruined panties left no doubt about my desires.
"Sixty-nine," I beckoned, as much with my sopping pussy as my words. "Eat my cunt while I suck yours."
Valentine stepped over me. As she straddled me, I could look up her skirt and see the dripping slot of her pussy peeking wetly through the curly tangle of her cunt hair.
Her back to my face, she lowered herself, moving backward just enough so her cunt would land in my face. As it came nearer, my eyes bulged out ogling the beauty of her spreading loins. Her pussy was fantastically beautiful.
In addition to seeing its very salient feature, I could also smell her cunt. It was a ripe, rich pussy smell, growing stronger as the magnificent organ came closer to my face.
Then the lips of her cunt were pressed against the lips of my mouth in a fabulously wet kiss. Her labia were hot and throbbing. My tongue was a sizzling poker as it penetrated her snatch. I began mouth-fucking her in earnest.
Between my own legs, Valentine's mouth was doing the same work on my cunt that I was gleefully doing to hers, Her tongue displayed a wealth of experience as she reamed out my pussy. She had obviously eaten pussy before. I wondered whose.
Undoubtedly we could have gone on devouring each other's pussies indefinitely. Nobody ever came into the 900's anyway. And even if somebody had, we were so far gone with horniness that we probably would have invited them to join us.
That is, except for one person. Her voice suddenly ended it all.
"I see I'm going to have to assign you to separate shifts," was all Miss Greenstalk said. But it was enough.
Chapter Seven
Miss Greenstalk was as good as her word. Even better. She was determined to keep Valentine and I apart.
The next I knew I was working nights, all by myself, the only one at the desk. Valentine was transferred to a branch library all the way across the city.
I went through the motions of the job, wondering how long I could put up with Miss Greenstalk's revenge before I cracked. The library was nearly empty at night now that the, weather had started to turn cold, and in my solitude, I was slipping into a bleak existence.
My mental agitation wasn't helped at all by the fact that I was on the verge of becoming perpetually horny. I couldn't shake the images of all I had been sexually through during the last few months.
I would try and control myself, forcing myself to concentrate on boring subjects. But my resolve would always crumble, never lasting for more than an hour or so.
I'd be processing books, and I'd come across a sexy one. That would be my downfall. Unable to control myself, I'd open it and start looking for something to get me going. When I couldn't find it right away I'd start flipping impatiently through the pages until I came to something... anything that had to do with sex. Anything dirty.
During the period I worked the circulation desk at night, I must have read more sexy passages out of books than dirtiest old man who ever lived. No matter what it was, as long as it dealt with people getting it on, my cunt got wet.
But a damp pussy was no solution. It just made the problem worse. The homier I got, the more frustrated I would get as I realized there was no way I could satisfactorily obtain a release.
One night, when the temperature had plunged well below freezing, the library was completely deserted. Being the only one there, I made no attempt to conceal the smutty best seller I was devouring as though the printed word were some kind of essential nourishment.
She sucked eagerly until the last drops were swallowed, I read avidly. His dick lay limp and soggy in her mouth. She let the relaxed organ ooze from her lips, and smiled up at him in satisfaction. White streamers of cum glistened on her cheeks and chin, bubbling on her lips. She whirled her long tongue around to lick off those last morsels of the elixir of manhood.
God, how I envied the woman in the book. Right then I would have given my soul for a cock to suck.'
My attention to my fantasies was suddenly cut short as somebody came through the front door. The wind howled in along with him, the cold air causing goose bumps to pop out on my skin.
The man who'd come in was huddled over from the cold. He brushed snowflakes from his heavy clothing, and muttered, "Goddamn fucking snow."
"Oh, is it snowing?" I said, returning to the identity as the friendly librarian from the lonely reader of dirty books.
He nodded his head. "And the wind is blowing like a bitch. The snow isn't falling down, it's going sideways."
When he straightened up to talk, I could see that he was a handsome guy. His features were rugged and covered with five o'clock shadow. It was a kind of cruelty in his face that made him stand out, though not any resemblance to Gary Grant.
"Well, is there anything I can help you with?" I asked.
"Actually," he said, "what I'd like to do is warm up. It's fucking cold out there."
I could feel my eyebrows reflexively shooting up from his rough language. The expression on his craggy face told me that he noticed.
"Don't you like the word fuck?" he said defiantly.
I was stunned by his bluntness. Not knowing how to react, I just stood there dumbly.
"Well, I see you're not above reading about it," he said, pointing to the book on the counter.
"Oh, then you've read it, too," I said, trying to deflect his hostility.
"Just the dirty parts," he leered. "Here, let me see if you've been doing any different."
Before I could react, his hand shot out and seized the open book. "She sucked eagerly until the last drops were swallowed," he read aloud, mockingly. "The dick lay limp and soggy in her mouth..."
"It's a cold night," I shrugged, trying to excuse my interest in such prurient material.
"I know," he grinned lewdly, "and I intend to do something about it."
"Oh, really?"
"For both of us."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," I said, but there was no point in going any further. In the middle of my words he made his intentions clear, and I swallowed the remaining words in a gulp.
He was pointing the biggest pistol I'd ever seen right between my eyes. "Don't move or 111 kill you," he snarled.
He didn't need to worry. I was petrified with fear.
"Now you just be a good girl and stay right there," he said, keeping the pistol trained between my eyes, and coming around the desk. "I'll do all the work. And if you get any ideas about moving before I tell you to, just remember that I can do what I want to you just as well if your head is blown off."
Rape! my brain screamed at me. This intruder was going to rape me!
"Are you going to rape me?" I forced myself to ask, feeling the bile rise in my throat.
"Fuck the shit outta you, baby."
I tried to recall all the information I had read in books and magazines about how to repel a rapist. However, the only thing I could come up with was something my older brother had taught me-kick him in the nuts. Unfortunately, if I tried it, a slug from his revolver would blow my brains out of the back of my skull.
So I just remained frozen as he started to go to work on me. Within a couple of minutes he had me stripped to my bra and panties. Goose bumps prickled my skin as he ran his fingers over my midriff and hips. The way clusters of spit formed at the corners of his mouth and then drooled down his chin, it was obvious that he liked what he saw.
I could make no attempt to cover the front of my body or he'd blow my head off. Forced to stand there, my private parts shielded only by the flimsy underwear, I could feel his hungry eyes roving over me.
Having a strange man ogle me while I was nearly nude was an entirely new experience for me. Every shred of decency told me that I should be sickened by what was happening.
Yet, somewhere within me, another voice kept shouting a contradictory message. A message that became louder and clearer with each thump of my heart.
Relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it. The phrase repeated itself endlessly in my mind.
No, no, the decent side of me implored. Fight it... you've got to fight it. You've got to fight the rapist by fighting your temptation to give in to him.
The rapist suddenly interrupted my concentration. "I'll bet you're waiting to see my cock. You're probably wondering if it's as big as my gun."
Before I could think of a reply, he shoved the barrel of the gun under my nose.
"I've got a direct comparison in mind," he said, moving the end of the barrel down to my lips. "You suck on this while you're getting my cock out."
Realizing my life depended on it, I opened my mouth just enough to let the gun in. The cold barrel slid between my lips, filling my mouth with at least four inches of steel.
My hands were shaking. Carefully I moved them toward his crotch, terrified of what would happen if I did anything wrong.
He was wearing a long coat to bundle him up in the cold. After undoing it I had to unbutton a long, floppy sweater to get to his pants. Although he was wearing a thick pair of corduroys, I could easily make out the outline of an enormous bulge. It was obvious he was really hung. And really hard!
Relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it. It was like a chant in my head. A mesmerizing chant that seized my attention and wouldn't let it go.
I glanced painfully to the right to avoid looking at what I was going to be fishing out of his pants. My fingers slipped inside his fly and found his cock and balls pulsing madly just under the cotton of his taut jockey shorts.
Relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it.
Resting my hand on top of the throbbing bulge, I couldn't believe how hard his prick felt. Still looking away, I held my breath and slipped my hand under the elastic waistband, praying that I wouldn't betray myself once I felt his cock and balls in the flesh and had them out in the open.
Relax and enjoy it... relax and enjoy it.
His cock was even bigger in the flesh than it had seemed under his pants and underwear. It was nothing less than a monstrous, thick snake-a vengeful serpent obviously bent on destruction. It pulsed in my fingers like it was on the verge of springing free and crushing me.
Relax and enjoy it.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I let my eyes naturally gravitate toward an ogling gaze at the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life.
Relax and enjoy it.
"Well, I see you've decided to cooperate," he said smugly.
"Just what do you mean by that?" I said, moving my lips around his gun barrel.
"The crotch of your panties."
"What about them?"
"Your pussy just made them sopping wet."
"Oh."
I looked down. My panties were so sopping wet they might as well have not been there at all. My cunt was dissolving them.
I watched in fascination as the darkness from my saturating pussy-flow worked its way up my panties toward the waistband. Within seconds they were totally drenched, clinging to my loins like a second skin.
Even without the sloppy evidence of my panties, there was no way I could deny the seething condition of my cunt. It was wildly spasming now, constricting between my thighs like a sensual, oozing knot.
Relax and enjoy it!
With the knowledge that I had lost my fight, a sense of shame overwhelmed me. I could feel hot tears scalding down my cheeks.
"Hey, baby, don't let it bother you so much. It's just normal to be turned on by a cock the size of mine," he said, pulling the gun out of my mouth and flicking my tears away with the tip of the barrel. "Besides, being raped is just all part of being a woman. Relax and enjoy it."
Why not?
Why not, when that's what every fiber of my physical being seemed to be telling me to do?
I blocked out all hesitation, suddenly anxious to slip into erotic adventure. This was what a woman was made for, not thinking. A woman was made for only purpose-to get it on any way she could when the opportunity presented itself. Especially when a big fat cock was the instrument of pleasure.
"Okay," I said bluntly. "Fuck me."
"With pleasure," he grinned. "I knew you'd see it my way."
Wanting every inch of his cock inside me as soon as I could get it, I ignored the threat of his pistol and reached down to peel off my sopping panties. He was too absorbed by what he saw to have had the presence of mind to pull the trigger even if he had wanted to. My pussy was a thrillingly erotic sight as the wet nylon pulled off it, my crinkly pubic hair springing out in a glistening mass of foamy arousal.
Flexing my hairy cunt at him, I slipped my bra off, freeing my tits to throb openly. My nipples stuck straight out, beckoning to be sucked.
Looming from his crotch, his cock was even harder and larger than before, stretched into ultimate erectness. From this point on it was a question of who was raping who.
"Stick your prick in my cunt," I hissed. "Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me. Make me come!"
"Right on," he said. "But just to be sure you don't try anything funny while I'm sticking it to you, try this on for size. Suck, baby."
He shoved the cold gun barrel back into my mouth. Only this time it wasn't all that unpleasant. In fact, it was a distinct turn-on. A kind of bizarre foreplay.
"Now up on the counter," he ordered. "And remember my trigger finger is itchy. Any funny moves and your brains are grape jelly."
The more he made me squirm the more I liked it. I couldn't believe how erotic his degradation of me was. With each new snarling command my pussy seethed all the more. With each new humiliation, the more eager I was to satisfy his perverse desires.
I clambered eagerly up onto the counter, spreading my legs without being told. My cunt was like a foaming beacon as I parted my legs at the edge of the counter and let them dangle openly over the side. The way I'd arranged myself, just by moving forward a few inches he could fuck me while standing up and still keep his gun jammed to the hilt down my throat.
I reached for his huge prick, circling my fingers around it in wonder. Guiding it toward me, I could feel the brutish cock-head start to rub against the quivering lips of my cunt.
Clutching the shaft, I moved his prick up and down along the outside of my cunt. The friction of his cock-head against my labia was intense, compounded into intense shuddering when it rubbed against my throbbing clit.
Up and down I rubbed his prick along the slit of my snatch. When his cock-head was a bright purple and deposited a glob of fresh white pre-cum on my clit, I took him out of his misery and let him inside.
Handling his dick like it was a dagger, I thrust his blade between my thighs. With one shove his prick was at least six inches within me, immediately sliding back and forth.
But six inches wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me. Not when I had almost a foot of hot, throbbing cock to play with. "More, more," I moaned, lifting my pelvis and trying to devour his prick with my ravenous pussy.
I put my hands around his waist, pulling his loins toward me. Inch by inch I fought to cram him further inside me, using his body like a human battering ram to split me in two.
"All the way!" I cried. "Fuck me all the way!"
"Uhhhhnnnnggggnnnn," he groaned, lurching his loins with one last cock-thrusting surge.
Burning pain spread from the tearing between my legs as he penetrated me to the hilt, engorging my cunt as it had never been before.
I twisted my legs around him, forcing him even closer to me with my thighs. Our pubic bushes mingled as one dense growth, a clump of curly hair the only thing between us as he fucked me as deeply as possible. His balls crashed against the bottom of my cunt, so fat that they squashed all the way down against my asshole.
He held my tits, pushing them together so the nipples stood erectly side by side. Opening his mouth widely, he swallowed both nipples, nibbling at them the way I had hoped.
By now his massive cock felt like it had speared through my body all the way to my spine. Never had my cunt been so full of dick.
With an animalistic groan, he ground his belly against the slippery hair of my snatch. Brutally, his fingers gouged into the tender flesh of my breasts. The gun barrel thrust further down my throat, almost cutting off my air. A final lunge drove his cock into the secret depths of my cunt. A sizzling torrent of cum gushed forth in a wave of ecstasy to engulf my fuck-tunnel.
I whimpered as the hot sticky pleasure jetted into my throbbing cunt. My loins tightened reflexively as the rapist's last spewing thrusts tore into my burning pussy.
Beginning with the first spurt of cum, I had started to orgasm along with my assailant. But just because he had finally stopped ejaculating didn't mean I was through coming.
My capacity to fuck as long as I wanted flooded my crotch with the sensation of unrelenting sexual release. Now that my cunt was full of hot cum, I merely wanted more of the same action that had produced it.
Only this time I wanted to be fucked in the ass!
Sliding it out of my cunt and wrapping my hand around it, I could see that the rapist's cock was almost hard enough for a second fuck. I began stroking his cock, masturbating it to full hardness.
"What are you doing?" he rasped. "I've had enough."
"I haven't," I mumbled around the gun barrel fucking my mouth.
"Who's the rapist here?" he protested.
"Wanna toss a coin?" I flippantly replied.
He stopped complaining, gaping open-mouthed at the work my hand did on his prick. Watching himself get jacked-off must have aroused him. His excited dick suddenly sprang to full attention, pulling apart my fingers with its abrupt swelling.
All his doubts diminished as his cock stiffened and the rapist resumed his old wolf-like charm and snarled, "Where do you want it?"
"My ass," I said tersely. "Your dick right up my ass. Every inch."
"It'll be a pleasure," he drooled, hoisting up my legs to get a better shot at my bunghole. In his excitement the gun barrel slipped from my lips as his revolver clattered on its side on the counter.
His fingers encircled my calves and then slowly inched higher up my legs as he used all his strength to steadily part my legs toward their maximum spread. And then beyond it until my crotch was spread more widely than it had ever been in my life.
Now his fingers were in the cleft of my buns, tearing apart my ass. My asshole flexed throbbingly from my body as his hands ripped aside my cheeks. His hand pushing everything else out of the way, all you could see between my legs was my cunt and anus. They were two gaping, swollen, crimson holes that seemed like they would never stop draining their oozing fluids.
"Put it in!" I begged. "Stick me with your cock! Fuck me in the ass! Please, please!"
My pleasure was answered as I felt the head of his cock pounding away on the swollen outer rim of my asshole.
"Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!" I cried. "Split me in two!"
He slid his tool in like greased lightning. My asshole was so stretched out of shape that I never felt a thing until he was in me to the hilt. Then the enormity of it started to hit me. The rigid shaft filling my asshole like hot lead. The slap of his balls against the space between my anus and cunt. And the barbed cock-head reaming out my colon, turning the core of my being into a hot, tight knot of bubbling liquid shit.
"Harder! Harder!" I squealed.
"Wiggle your ass, bitch," he panted.
I twisted my asshole around his prick until I could get no more of him inside me. Tearing through me like a corkscrew, his cock imbedded itself in my ass until his pubic-hair brushed against the outer ridges of my anus.
"Now, come... come," I implored. "Let me feel your hot cum in my ass!"
Snorting like a bull, he used all his might to move his aching cock back and forth in my asshole. I determinedly constricted my anal muscles, forcing him to work as hard as possible. The path of his prick was torturous up my abruptly tight ass, ripping my knotted tissues to shreds as his foreskin was painfully rubbed raw. I wanted us both to suffer before we came.
When I felt his balls slap against my anal flesh, I knew that the explosion was imminent. Cum suddenly erupted inside of me as his cock shot forth a machine-gun burst of sperm.
The walls of my colon were scorched by the blazing intensity of his jizz, one scalding gob after another being hurled up my ass. In my experience of taking it in the mouth, cunt and ass, I had never felt so full of cum as I did now with this powerhouse going berserk up my shit-pit. It filled my bowels like a spreading swamp. I'd be shitting cum for days.
My orgasm totally overwhelmed me, the sexual exhilaration turning my nerves to jelly. For one long continuous shuddering moment I was a twitching, mindless wreck-a puppet dancing on the strings of eternity's most incredible orgasm. I didn't know who I was... where I was... who was splitting me in two like this. All I knew or cared about was that I had the biggest cock I could imagine fucking my ass and filling me with buckets of cum.
When he finally stopped spurting, I stopped coming just as abruptly. Still the puppet, I felt as though my orgasmic master had just cut my strings. I collapsed in a heap on the counter, feeling the rapist's long cock sliding wetly out of my ass.
While I basked in the afterglow of a perfect fuck, I heard him dressing. Then I heard him rummage under the desk and snatch the petty cash box, apparently determined to come out with a financial profit in the deal..
Not that I cared. Ail I cared about was how terrific I felt. All I cared about was savoring the memory Of his immense cock first coming in my cunt, and then in my ass.
I might have lain there until closing time. If somebody had come in and seen me there spread-eagled on the counter with my cunt and asshole open, drooling messes, it's a cinch I would have been either reported or fucked again. Needless to say, I would have preferred the latter.
But I never got a chance to find out. Reality socked me in the face like a left hook as a rapid burst of gunfire suddenly brought me to my senses.'
And if the gunshots hadn't done it, the bloodcurdling scream at the end of them would have.
Chapter Eight
It was an ambush, clear and simple. The police had been outside all along, watching everything that went on through field glasses. They were just waiting for him to get through with me before they blasted him. When he took the petty cash box, that just gave them more reason to fill him full of holes.
Hearing the bullets ricocheting off the pavement and building, I jumped off the deck, grabbing for my clothes. I hurriedly dressed, trying to hide the evidence of my shame.
However, it turned out that the cops knew everything that had been going on. The only difference covering myself up meant was that I didn't wind up gang-banged by a platoon of horny cops in addition to being raped.
The sergeant made things clear the first thing he said after he stormed inside the library with a squad of armed patrolmen behind him. 'The bastard's dead, and it's a good thing for you we killed him."
I just stood there, unable to speak.
"If he'd lived and got himself a good defense lawyer, they never could've pinned rape on him."
"I... I don't understand," I managed to stammer.
"Not with the way you were cooperating," he said with an evil smile. "We were witnesses. Half the police force would've wound up testifying for the defense. It's a good thing for you the sonofabitch decided at the last minute to swipe the cashbox, or we might not have been able to justify blasting him."
I suppose I could have asked why they hadn't intervened long before the rapist actually fucked me. But, then, that would have been hypocritical, since there was no way I could deny to myself that I surely would have regretted missing the terrific pronging he gave me in both holes.
Any protest to the cops from me would have led to them just rubbing it in all the more. Particularly their obnoxious sergeant. So I kept my mouth shut and endured the shame. Still, it made my skin creep to know that the sergeant and over half a dozen of his men had whiled away the evening watching me get raped.
As it turned out, though, the sergeant kept his mouth shut when he wrote the official report. Which meant that I got a lot of sympathy from the library staff when they heard the laundered version of what happened.
Only Miss Greenstalk was unsympathetic. Whenever the subject of the assault on me that night came up, and the others oohed and ahhed in sympathy, Miss Greenstalk just remained aloof, the expression on her face indicating that she felt I'd gotten just what I deserved.
The ultimate result of all this was that a policeman was assigned to protect the night-duty librarian. My curiosity as to why the sergeant had gallantly put nothing in his report about his negative impressions of my behavior was quickly satisfied. In the first place, the police were parlaying my misfortune into extra jobs for themselves. But compared to the rest of it, their avarice seemed noble.
The first night a cop was there to allegedly protect me revealed the whole story. I quickly realized that while the sergeant may have kept his mouth shut to the papers and the library, and in his official report, he and the other witnesses had spread the word about me to every cop on the force. They had me marked as easy pussy.
The first cop's name was Pulaski. He was a big, strong guy, who seemed as thick between the ears as he was between the shoulders. But 111 say one thing for him, though, he didn't beat around the bush.
About eight, with the library empty on another cold night and an hour to go before closing, he followed me behind the desk and trapped me in a corner. There was no doubt about what he had on his mind. The bulge at his crotch was bigger and more menacing than his .38 special.
"What do you want?" I asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
"What do I want?" he laughed. "That's a hot one. Wait'll the boys at the station hear that one."
"Are you insinuating that I'm the one who wants something?" I asked bitterly.
I tried to look him right in the eye, and shut him off Bright then and there. Instead, I found my gaze uncontrollably dropping to below his belt buckle.
Taken aback at first from the harshness of my words, his boldness returned in a rush when he saw the descending level of my vision. "Want me to spell it out for you?" he practically drooled.
"If you think you can," I spat.
"K-O-C-K," he spelled it out gleefully and incorrectly like the big idiot he was. But he could have spelled it Q-R-X-J and I'd have had no doubt what he was talking about.
So there. It was out in the open. Now there was no kidding myself-I had to deal with it.
What could I do? I couldn't threaten to tell his superior. His superior was the sergeant who'd started the rumors that I was an easy piece for anybody wearing a badge in the first place.
Even if I went to the library board, I wouldn't have a leg to stand on. According to local ordinances, the police department investigated themselves when any citizen complaints were made. Any investigation into a complaint made by me would probably wind up with an official report that I had provoked the whole thing, and was well known as being promiscuous. I'd wind up losing my job at the very least. Physically trapped in the comer by Pulaski's pressing bulk, I was in a hopeless position. No matter what I did it would be wrong. The only practical solution was to swallow my pride and cut my losses.
I didn't even bother to say anything. My ultimate response to his advances was to reach out and fumble for the tab of his zipper. With a screech his fly was open and the white bulge of his jockey shorts being filled by his swollen cock and balls oozed out of his pants.
Unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the elastic of his shorts, I found myself suddenly staring straight at the head of a long, twitching cock. It sprang out in the open like an enraged snake, leering at me.
Patrolman Pulaski's big Polish dick resembled nothing so much as a big, thick Polish sausage. I couldn't help wondering if the similarity had something to do with how the sausage had gotten its name.
Before now I had been repelled by the cops' assumption that I would jump at the chance to throw myself at their cocks. But, seeing Pulaski's thick, throbbing prick, I immediately began to reconsider.
There was no way that any normal woman could resist the temptation to try out such an immense cock when confronted with it, regardless of the degrading circumstances. A dick like Pulaski's inevitably cut all moral ties. If I had been a nun, my sudden desire to have my mouth fucked by his prick would have been no less.
There was no point in saying anything. Not when I could use my mouth to abruptly swallow his cock like it was the food I needed to stay alive.. His prick was as salty as the sausage I had mentally compared it to, engorged my mouth with its meaty pungency.
His hairy balls churned with excitement as I squeezed them. The harder I sucked his cock, the more they throbbed, hot cauldrons of sperm brewing inside. I closed my eyes and imagined the creamy elixir I would soon be guzzling.
My cunt was seething, flooding the flimsy crotch of my panties with a flow of passionate juice. My tits throbbed wildly in my bra, begging to be free.
"Feel my tits," I mumbled around his pistoning cock. "Put your hand in my blouse and squeeze them. Please!"
He lost no time accepting my invitation. His huge hands scraped roughly against my skin, pinching my turgid nipples. As he rubbed my breasts, gouging his fingers deeply into their spongy flesh, I started what was certain to be a long, continuous stream of orgasms.
While he fucked my mouth, I grabbed one of his hands from my tits, and crammed it between my thighs. "Finger-fuck me while I suck your cock," I moaned. "As many fingers as you can get inside my pussy. Hurry... hurry... before you come."
It was difficult making myself understood with a stiff cock in my mouth, but the effort was worth it. When he got the message, Pulaski's response was exhilaratingly gratifying. Three big fingers shot up my pussy, filling my cunt as solidly as if there were a cock engorging it.
His fucking fingers started me coming in one, long continuous stream. Juice flowed like wine from my cunt, drenching the blue cuff of his uniform sleeve. My hips humped in the classic fucking motion, sending him further and further into me, his fingertips pressing against the mouth of my womb.
My endless orgasm made my mouth contract, squeezing his cock as though he were fucking a coming pussy. Semen instantly poured down my throat as his dick abruptly exploded. All of a sudden, sperm was everywhere.
I gobbled it down, greedily sucking Pulaski's love-juice. A hot pool of jizz settled in the pit of my stomach, filling my abdomen with radiant male warmth.
Pulaski's fingers shot one last time to the ultimate in my cunt, and then just stayed there. He gouged the walls of my pussy, bruising them with sharp inches. The pain was divine.
I couldn't stop coming. My body shuddered so intensely that I felt like I would shake apart at the seams. My crotch was a swamp as my cunt creamed and creamed and creamed.
Finally I fell to the floor, unable to take any more. When I landed in a heap on my back, my legs came open and my skirt flew up. Looking between my legs, I could see that my pussy gaped open. My cunt was so hot, steam seemed to be rising from it.
Pulaski just stood there looking at my spread cunt with his long, red tongue hanging out. His cock hung out, too, only bigger and redder and wetter. White cum slid in huge drops from the end of his wilting tool, the final evidence of my sucking ability.
"Boy!" he said, wiping off his dick and stuffing it back into his pants. "Wait'll the boys at the station hear about this."
I winced. But then my orgasmic afterglow mercifully overwhelmed me, and I just closed my mind to anything but the joy of just having come after having been so horny I'd thought I'd die if I didn't wrap my lips around a hard, stiff cock.
Chapter Nine
Needless to say, Pulaski was just the beginning. The beginning of a parade of dicks in blue.
One thing that astounded me was the size of the cocks on the police force. Everyone of those cops seemed to have a cock bigger than his .38 special.
It just went on and on. Every night was farther out. I tried to be ashamed of myself for being the police department punch-board. However, the fact of the matter was that I loved getting my rocks off with these dicks in blue so much that I couldn't feel any guilt no matter how hard I tried.
At first I was still kind of shy, but by the end of the first week I'd thrown myself into it completely. In the beginning, I only gave blow-jobs, but on the last day of the first week I let a Patrolman Murphy stick his big, angry-looking dick all the way up my ass. He speared me so deep I thought I'd never stop wriggling.
Bored, in my apartment with nothing to do over the weekend, after the second week of police protection I made a list and counted ten different cocks that I had fucked or sucked. I got so excited just thinking about it that I raced to the nearest mirror and spread my legs and masturbated for a half an hour in front of it.
Police enthusiasm for sampling my charms was mounting, too. Not just patrolmen were coming in now. The word had spread to the brass.
First, the sergeant who'd started the whole thing, Stryker, showed up one Wednesday and came twice-once in my cunt, and once when I jacked off his huge cock between my tits. The next evening a detective ate my pussy to orgasm while I sucked his cock dry in a classic sixty-nine. And on Friday his lieutenant showed up and fucked me in a chair while I was still wearing my panties, sliding his dick between my thigh and the elastic of the leg hole.
By now I viewed any time off from the library as a waste of time-a loss. There were no available cocks in my apartment, and I wasn't bold enough to go out looking for any. My private life was zilch. The public library was where I swung.
When I went back to work on Monday of the third week of police protection, I was craving another sensational fuck-the more bizarre the better. I wasn't disappointed.
The library was empty again because it was another cold night, and also because I suspected the police were keeping people out. Whoever was supposed to be my police protection hadn't shown up yet, and I wondered if there had been a foul-up.
Then this middle-aged guy walked through the door looking like a doorman at some fancy high-rise. The front of his gaudy uniform was so covered with ribbons and brass that when the light struck him, I blinked from the glare.
When I looked at his face, I realized there was something familiar about the guy. I'd seen his picture in the paper.
Of course, I thought, putting the picture in the paper and the fancy uniform together. Commissioner Gordon!
The Commissioner was moonlighting to baby-sit with me at the public library. Needless to say, there could only be one reason why.
Used to being in charge, he didn't fool around. "Get down on your hands and knees behind the desk," he growled. "Pull up your dress in back, and pull down your panties, if you've got any on."
My mouth already watering in a mixture of intrigue and instantaneous arousal, I immediately did as he ordered. His harsh, commanding voice really turned me on.
I loved the thought of being fucked with real authority. Ultimate authority. The kind of maximum authority you could only get by being fucked by someone as powerful as the chief of police.
"What are you going to do to me, Commissioner Gordon?" I breathlessly asked, spreading apart the cheeks of my ass so he would have a perfect rear view of the hairy lips of my drooling pussy.
"Don't be a smart-ass," he barked. "I like my bimbos to keep their mouths shut. A closed trap and an open pussy, that's my motto. And it better be yours if you know what's good for you, slut." God, he was a brute. The kind of authoritarian, sadistic, degrading lover I had been creaming my panties for.
Gladly I shut my mouth and did my talking with my wet pussy. It must have looked perfect, flexing rawly from the rear between the parted cheeks of my bare ass. I took advantage of the seductiveness of its beauty, wiggling my hips so my cunt sucked at him, begging him to penetrate it with something long, hard and awful.
I was expecting his cock, but the billy club I suddenly felt sliding up my cunt was more than satisfactory. It was as smooth and thick as any prick, and twice as hard. Within seconds, it was fucking me with ten-inch thrusts, its head banging against the rear wall of my convulsing pussy.
My pulsing asshole was still unoccupied, and I fully expected his cock to shove into it immediately. Instead, I felt something cold and metallic tearing, not pushing, at my puckering rosebud.
His gun barrel abruptly tore into my anus, the sight ripping against my tender tissues. It hurt like hell, but sliding in and out of my shit-pit, the agony it produced provided an entirely new aspect to getting fucked in the ass.
The searing pain lifted me to an astonishingly higher sexual plane than I had been used to. An incredible anal orgasm suddenly seized my loins, turning the center of my body into a wriggling, undulating dynamo of raw sex.
"Now jack me off," he ordered. "Reach back and take hold of my cock and start pumping. And be sure and keep your fucking trap shut, or all sorts of strange things may happen to you."
To emphasize how much he meant it, he pulled back the hammer on his gun. The click sounded like an explosion in my ears.
I reached back for his prick. When I felt it in my hand, I immediately knew why the commissioner was willing to threaten to blow my ass to pieces just for uttering a word. I was astonished as I realized how self-conscious and sensitive this gruff, powerful man really was.
Commissioner Gordon had a cock that couldn't have been over four inches long, fully erect!
The only guy on the force with a small prick, and he was the chief. No wonder he was sensitive!
He was sure that if I opened my mouth I wouldn't be able to resist making fun of his tiny cock. Meanwhile, he tried to compensate for his physical inadequacy by fucking me in my cunt and ass with his macho cop toys-his night stick and gun.
I suppose it was pathetic, but the truth of the matter was that Commissioner Gordon's secret was safe with me. All I cared about was that I already had my two main fuck-holes stuffed with pumping hardness, and I was about to get a bonus of jacking off an erect cock. Who cared how long his prick was as long as it was there for me to whack? Hot sperm gushed out of a small dick as much as it gushed out of a big one.
I took his dick in both my hands and rubbed it against my palms. Rolling it like a cook flours a piece of meat, I felt it grow in my hands-maybe not much, but enough to tell me that if I really worked at it I could get the Commissioner's prick temporarily up to a reasonable length. It would do wonders for his self-esteem, and be gravy for me.
Sliding my palms along his root, I felt his cock throb in my grip. Pulling the foreskin completely over the head, I would next abruptly pull it back down his shaft, ripping nearly down to his balls.
Then I clutched his prick, squeezing it with all my fingers. The pressure caused it to swell. I'd get his cock fat if it killed me.
The more I worked on his tool, the more excited the Commissioner got. By now he was pumping his night stick and gun barrel in and out of my cunt and ass respectively with ferocity, reaming them out.
In my colon I could feel the shit oozing into a ball, attracted almost magnetically by the steel barrel of the gun. My bowels spasmed, contracting like an inner cunt.
My pussy had tied itself into a virginal knot around the billy club, reacting to it exactly as though it were a pistoning prick. Clutching it with slimy tenacity, my pussy lips were rubbed raw by the repeated thrusts. I suppose I should have been frightened of splinters from the club's wooden shank, but the truth of the matter was that I welcomed the searing possibility.
I wanted to moan in agony. I wanted to cry in tortured glee. I wanted to tell Commissioner Gordon how fantastic it felt to be fucked in my ass and cunt simultaneously, with a stiff dick in my grasp as a bonus. But since he had ordered silence, I showed my appreciation silently, using my writhing, undulating body to transmit my message.
God, how my ass wriggled. My pussy clutched. Handling his cock like my hands were glued to it, I stroked it wildly, coaxing it into greater and greater erection.
Sensing that his prick had grown at least an extra two inches, I twisted my hands around it, wringing it like a washrag. Delirious over the success of my cock-building enterprise, I was panting for him to spray the air with cum.
The night stick and gun barrel had turned my two fuck-holes into volcanoes. The thin membrane between my cunt and asshole appeared to melt, causing the two prongs to seem to function as protuberances of the same terrible implement of torture.
In this case the implement was a human being. The sweating, panting, groaning man in blue, who also happened to be the widely respected chief of police. Who was quoted in the paper at least once a week denouncing the loose morals of today.
I couldn't believe how fast and hard he was making me come. The hidden pleasure points in the inner depths of my ass and pussy were being struck with astonishing regularity by Commissioner Gordon's police-issue dildoes. I felt like a pinball machine being played by an expert, bells and chimes ringing in my head as score after score was tallied in the sexual machinery of my body.
Then, in my hands, his cock jumped an extra traction of an inch. I knew what it meant and licked my lips in anticipation.
With a spasming jerk, the milk and honey suddenly spewed from the end of the commissioner's dick. Cum coated my forearms, 'its thickness and volume even more than I had anticipated. It spread across my skin, dripping to the floor in its unbelievable excess.
Rabid from his coming, the commissioner went wild with his gun and billy club, shoving them deeper than ever in my twin fuck-canals. Sure that he would rip me apart, I wanted to scream with terrified joy. But, realizing that such an outward display of emotion might cause him to pull the trigger up my ass, I stifled my urge to cry.
"Oh, bitch... oooooh, bitch," the commissioner moaned when he'd finally stopped coming, his dick reverting to normal size in my caressing hand. "Ooooooooh, bitch... you filthy bitch."
I wiggled my ass and squeezed his cock to show him how much I appreciated his raw words. Normally humiliating, the idea of being called a bitch just added to my euphoria.
He could tell by the way I moved my body and played with his cock that I liked being degraded. "Ooooooh, you filthy tramp," he continued, making the tone of his authoritarian voice even more contemptuous. "You rotten whore. Only a whore would do the things you do. I ought to run you in, lock up your ass, and throw away the fucking key."
Overwhelmed with the pleasure of being put down, I wanted to cry, "Please do!" Instead, I responded as usual, silently shaking my fuck-wracked body as though it were Jello.
My hand slid around his slippery dick, slick with cum. My cunt and anus respectively drooled from the orgasmic flow each of them produced. My whole body sang with the joy of coming in the most thrillingly degraded circumstances possible.
Finally, the commissioner stopped his three-pronged attack. The cock in my hand shriveled to insignificance, my fingers powerless to coax it into further adventures. In my ass and cunt, the two prods stopped moving and stabbing. As the night stick slipped out of my cunt on a river of pussy juice, and the gun barrel pulled wetly from my ass, I heard Commissioner Gordon breathing so hard it sounded like each gasp would be his last.
Suddenly fearful that something might go dreadfully wrong and get me in more trouble with the library brass, I looked around to see if there was anything wrong. Commissioner Gordon's face turned red, white and then blue right before my eyes.
Before I could do anything he toppled to the floor, unconscious. I was sure he was dead of a heart attack.
Chapter Ten
No, Commissioner Gordon wasn't dead. He didn't even have a heart attack. Just exhaustion. But enough to stay in bed on doctor's orders for a week.
When he came back to work, the commissioner notified the library that it turned out the police department had a policy against excessive overtime. The cops could no longer work overtime at the library. He suggested the library rotate its schedule so a male staff member could work the circulation desk at night. So, I suddenly found myself back on the day-shift. On the first day back, Miss Greenstalk made it clear with her chilly attitude that she still wanted nothing to do with me.
By this time I was tired of all the hostility being directed towards me. I was growing equally weary of trying to fight back. It had gotten me nothing. I had loved working at the library at first, and now I was miserable.
I tried to approach Miss Greenstalk, but her loathing of me seemed so open and shut that I swallowed my words and just accepted my rejection as though I deserved it. Everything going wrong for me, I started to accept the fact that maybe there was something wrong with me. The feeling was intensified when I discovered Valentine Smolt had been transferred back to the main library, and was suddenly Miss Greenstalk's favorite.
Mired in defeatism, I passively accepted my newest assignment. Exiled to library public relations, I was confined to a damp, windowless room partitioned out of what was actually the basement.
What I was supposed to do was develop programs that would attract people to the public library. On paper it seemed like a job that might have possibilities. But the catch was that Miss Greenstalk was still my immediate supervisor, and I had to submit all my ideas to her for approval.
Since we weren't talking, everything had to be submitted to Miss Greenstalk in writing. That made it easy for her to reject anything I thought up by flashing a big X through my proposals with a red crayon. Pretty soon I became so discouraged that I just gave up and just stayed down in the humid dungeon of my so-called office, trying to keep from going crazy with boredom.
Well, to be honest, boredom wasn't my only enemy. As had been occurring to me with more and more regularity over the past few months, I started to get horny. Sitting at my deck with nothing to do for hours on end, I wound up with my hand at my cunt more and more frequently, a few orgasms the only break in my dreary day. By the time I went home at night, my fingers smelled like I had been cleaning fish all day.
Then, one day, Mr. Smiley, the director, showed up, surprising me when I had a finger pumping up my cunt.
"Come in," I called after my finger was out of my pussy and safely wiped off.
He opened the door, and walked in and sat down. Usually an apologetic little man, this time he didn't beat around the bush. We knew each other only slightly, however his words were blunt. "Frankly, Miss Dobbs," he said, "I'm a little disappointed you haven't done more with this position."
"I'm afraid I don't understand," I said, thinking of all my ideas Miss Greenstalk had rejected.
"The library needs good public relations and you're not providing them any-good or bad," Mr. Smiley said. "We're asking for more money from the city council next month, but we may wind up having to take a cut unless we can demonstrate that the public supports us. Right now, the nucleus of our patronage consists mostly of little old ladies in tennis shoes, winos sleeping it off in the reading room, and exhibitionists roaming around the stacks exposing themselves. We've got to do better than that. Or, I should say, you've got to do better than that?"
"But what about Miss Greenstalk? She's the one who's the bottleneck," I said, surprising myself with my frankness. "She won't approve anything."
"Well, if you don't feel like you can accept supervision," he said, lifting his eyebrows, "we can always get somebody who is mature enough to handle it."
"No, no, please," I said. "I'll keep trying."
"That's better," he practically clucked, and then abruptly got up and left.
***
What I came up with was a film program. Not a series of films, just one. One so popular that I thought it would draw people to the library in droves to see it for nothing. The kind of film that would attract people who ordinarily didn't even think about going inside a library.
To my astonishment, Miss Greenstalk passed the plan without even asking what I planned to show. I figured Mr. Smiley, despite all his talk about me adjusting to her, must have privately asked her to do some adjusting to me also.
While I was still deciding which movie to show, I received a memo from Mr. Smiley. He reminded me that the Library board was due to make its budget presentation to the city council in just two weeks. It would help immeasurably if I could show that the library had attracted, say, two or three hundred extra people over a few days, the idea being that my film program would do the trick.
There was no doubt about it. This was make-or-break time for me. Mr. Smiley had apparently told Miss Greenstalk to give me the freedom to succeed or fail. I was on my own. There could be no excuses this time.
Heady with essentially being my own boss, I poured my creativity into selecting the right film for the crowd I wanted to attract. To my way of thinking, the city council had a good point in their perennial criticism of the library-that it cost a disproportionately large expenditure for the small fraction of the public it ordinarily attracted. I was determined to change that and make something out of the public relations job.
Doing a lot of research, I read Variety, the show business newspaper, to see which movies were doing best at the box office, and made field trips to local theatres to see where the lines were longest. To my surprise, one type of movie seemed to be beating everything else cold. Nobody went to westerns anymore. Or war pictures. Spy pictures were dead. Nobody was interested in musicals these days. And certainly not family pictures. Sex was what everybody was interested in.
If I was going to get them to come to the library, it was clear I was going to have to resort to sex.
A skin-flick in the library? No, no, I would tell myself, you can't get away with it, Samantha.
But if I didn't try something with a chance of success, I seemed certain to be fired.
Finally I made up my mind to go ahead and do it. If there was any negative feedback, I'd just throw the figures of the people I attracted to the library in the faces of the board and the council. I was confident Mr. Smiley would back me up, so desperate did he seem for the statistics he'd emphasized during our little talk. And with him on my side, I stood the best chance of getting out from under Miss Greenstalk.
Reading Variety, I was astonished at how movies I'd never heard of seemed to do fantastic business throughout the country. Not publicized because they were distributed by minor companies, they nevertheless found their audiences in droves.
One such movie that kept showing up as a financial bonanza was something called "Hitchhikin' Housewife." I decided to try and get it for the library.
The company that handled it had an ad in a Variety I looked at which gave the number of their New York office. I called them and spoke to a Mr. Battaglia and told him I was interested in obtaining his film for a private showing, not mentioning the library specifically.
"I know exactly what you mean," he said. "We've got hot product available for private showings. Just the kind of thing you want."
"Well, actually, I wanted 'Hitchhikin' Housewife'," I said, sticking to my guns in lieu of knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Fine, you can have it," he said. "But for private showings we've got a hotter print."
"Okay, okay," I said with some exasperation. "Send it, just so long as it's 'Hitchhikin' Housewife'."
"Right on. Just give me your address and wire us the money today. Fifty clams for a showing."
I had more than that in my public relations fund, and had expected to pay a lot more. Not only would I attract people to the library, I'd have some cash left over for another project.
I gave him my home address because I still feared Miss Greenstalk's interference and didn't want any foul-ups. Battaglia said the film would arrive on the 28th at the latest.
With the promised delivery date in mind, I set up the program for the 29th. As it turned out, Battaglia's estimate was a day off, and the film cans arrived just hours before their scheduled showing. Not having time to screen the movie before it was publicly shown, I hustled the film cans down to the library and spent what time I had left supervising the arrangement of the chairs and the placement of the screen.
The film was scheduled for eight p.m., but by seven-thirty, the basement, where it was being shown, was packed. I couldn't believe the audience. They were the kind of people I'd rarely seen in a library. Young and noisy, the majority of them male, they looked more like the crowd one would find at a drive-in or a disco than the basement of the public library. The word about "Hitchhikin' Housewife" had definitely gotten around.
At eight, every seat taken, I flicked out the lights and started the projector. As I waited for the film to begin, I held my breath, praying for the project to be a success.
When the picture didn't come on immediately, I looked down at the projector to see if anything was wrong. While I was looking away from the screen, the entire basement suddenly rocked in a mass cheer. When I looked up I saw a huge black X in a circle.
"This motion picture has been rated X," the type read. "Nobody under eighteen admitted under any circumstances."
Suddenly the screen filled with a full color spread of the most golden female thighs I'd ever seen. Between them was a moist, red cunt!
I almost fainted as the camera zoomed in and nothing but the bright red, drooling slash of a pussy filled the screen. The focus was so clear you could see the clear liquid of cunt juice oozing out.
Surely Mr. Battaglia had made a mistake, I thought, panic-stricken.
Yellow letters superimposed themselves across the drooling snatch. "Epic Attractions presents 'Hitchhikin' Housewife'."
Sadly, I realized there had been no mistake. I had got what I asked for.
"Starring Monica Fielday and Billy Cramm."
I looked away as the rest of the credits crawled across the hairy, open cunt filling the screen. But although I temporarily spared myself the obscenity on the screen, my ears couldn't deny me the equally obscene reaction of the audience I had attracted with "Hitchhikin' Housewife." They were literally shouting with joy, rocking the basement.
When I looked up again, the credits were through. The open pussy was gone. But what had replaced it was even worse!
Reaching down from the top of the picture, a girl's slender hands guided a long, thick cock in a full state of erection toward her open mouth, flicking the tip of her tongue against the throbbing purple head. When a drop of cum appeared from the end of the cock, glistening like a white pearl, I turned away again, my face burning with embarrassment.
"Mmmmmmm," the cock-wielding actress cooed from the soundtrack. "Your prick is the sweetest I've ever tasted."
"I'll bet you've tasted quite a few, too, haven't you, bitch?" the actor's voice replied.
"Hundreds," she snapped, and then a long, slow slurp filled the room.
When my curiosity got the best of me and I uncontrollably looked toward the screen again, I saw her taking her co-star's huge cock at least eight inches in her mouth. Putting her hand around his waist, she pulled his loins toward her. His hips started undulating as he fucked her in the mouth.
"Oh, my God!" I blurted. "What is this?"
"The hard-core version of 'Hitchhikin' Housewife'," some guy hidden by the dark said from in front of me.
"Is... is... does hard-core mean the same as hot?" I hesitantly asked.
"Right on," the voice in the dark said with bubbling enthusiasm. "They've only showed the soft version around here because of the pigs. Because of that bastard police commissioner we've got in this town. That is, until now. At the library. Faaarrrr-ouuutttt."
Far-out, indeed. I could just see myself plastered all over the front page: Librarian held on smut charge. Public library padlocked as threat to public morals.
Looking back at the screen for want of anything else to do in my desperation, I saw that the heroine had made good progress in teasing her leading man's cock toward ejaculation. The head of it looked like it was on fire as she pulled the shaft all the way out of her mouth and wrapped her tongue around the knob at the end.
Then, she abruptly plunged down on it, swallowing the monster tool with a deafening slurp. The audience howled with glee. I couldn't believe this was happening.
Another horrible headline flashed across my mind: Library raided for showing dirty movie.
Suddenly the actress' face became a blur as she started moving her lips up and down the cock like her head was a piston. The noise of her wet sucking filled the room. It was driving the audience nuts.
She went faster... faster... until there was only one thing that could happen. He came all over the screen. Her face was covered with it.
"Oh, Jesus, what a cock," she moaned as her head pitched back on what seemed to be red upholstery. While she licked the cum from her face, the camera moved back, showing the nude couple reclining in the cab of a truck.
"Well, thanks for the blow-job, baby," the naked truckdriver said, groping for his clothing, "but I got to be rolling. The Asheville cut-off is up ahead and that's where I'm going. If you wanna come along, you're welcome. Asheville's the pits, but I'm sure we can find something to do there, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I sure do," she winked. "But I'm headed south."
"You could catch a ride back in Asheville," he said, pulling on his pants. "I'd like to, heh, heh, get to know you better."
She shook her pretty blonde head.
"Why not?" he said, miffed. "You seemed to like me pretty well a few minutes ago."
"Don't take offense, mister," she said, smiling. It's just that I have this crazy goal in mind."
"What?"
I want to suck the cock of every truckdriver of the Mississippi at least once. If I stop for seconds, I'll never finish. Understand?"
"Right on!" he yelped. "And best of luck in the world to you. It's about time somebody started thinking about us truckers."
"Thanks," she said. "It's always nice to know that one's efforts are being appreciated."
"Tell you what I'll do," he said enthusiastically. "You slip on your top and shorts there, and 111 call ahead on my CB and get one of the truckers going south to pick you up at the crossroads. That way you'll be playing with another big, fat trucker's cock before you know it."
"I'd be ever so grateful," she breathed huskily, and then leaned over and planted a little kiss on his cheek.
"Just one thing, though," he said.
"Yes?"
"When you start back around the second time, look me up first."
"Gladly," she giggled.
"You've got a dynamite set of lips on you, honey."
I winced at the vulgarity of the movie, sure that it was going to be responsible for a catastrophe. It was just a matter of time until the police barged into the basement and arrested all of us. By tomorrow morning the headlines I had imagined would be fact.
"Well, I guess this is it," the truckdriver said, stopping his rig.
"Thanks for the ride," she said, and opened the door and hopped out.
The camera switched to an outside view of her jumping to the ground. Her halter top was so brief and her shorts cut so high that her body appeared almost as revealing as when she'd been naked and playing with a cock. The crotch of her cut-off jeans was snagged between her legs, a sight which the camera explored with loving detail. Fresh pussy juice glazed the top of her thighs, just below where stray cunt hairs poked from the crotch of her cut-offs, glistening on the screen.
Just a matter of time, I thought again, envisioning hordes of Commissioner Gordon's men bursting through the door.
The thought of time made me look at my watch. Ten minutes had elapsed since I'd started showing this filth.
Ten minutes. Ten minutes and there was, miraculously, still no sign of any interference or trouble. Nothing had happened yet.
Then something suddenly occurred to me. If nothing had happened yet, maybe nothing would at all!
On the screen the heroine was waiting for her next ride, leaning against the signs at the crossroads and caressing her pussy through her damp denim.
It was beginning to occur to me with more and more emphasis that maybe I might get away with this after all!
Why not? The library was empty upstairs. Another cold night. Nobody would hear us.
Besides, wasn't that proof that I was doing what I'd been asked? On a freezing night when nobody regularly gave a shit about going to the library, downstairs I had a basement crammed full of screaming, horny maniacs. Provided the library board and city council never found out exactly how I attracted them, I would become a big-shot at the library. Any extra funds the library got would be directly attributable to me. God, would I love to throw that in Greenstalk's frozen face.
On the screen, another truck had picked up the heroine. Ready as ever for action, she didn't even bother to tell him where she was going. When asked, she just replied, "Stop your truck, get out your cock, and let's suck and fuck."
The audience howled. And nobody was more enthusiastic than the man who'd explained the difference between hard and soft-core to me.
I started to identify with him, even though I couldn't see him. If I could find out what a guy like this liked, then it would be a snap getting his kind to utilize the library.
Groping in the dark, I slid down beside him. "Excuse me, sir," I said. "Do you think the library ought to present more programs of this sort?"
His reply was a series of sharp, snorting pants. There were no words, just gasps of air.
I looked up at the screen and saw that he was obviously relating to the action taking place there rather than my question. The actress was out of her clothes again and sliding down onto a stiffly standing cock.
Immediately I sensed his problem. I was panting too.
Something made me reach over to get his attention. At the time I told myself I just wanted to ask him a few questions, but I know now I was lying to myself. The sudden wetness in my pussy should have told me that I was hoping for a more intimate relationship with this stranger than a mere interview.
Whatever my true intent, my emotional cover-up became a moot point when I touched him in the darkness for the first time. Incredibly, the first part of his body I felt was his hot, throbbing cock!
He was sliding the skin up and down with his tightly clenched fist-jacking off!
I gulped, wondering how many others were doing the same thing. I envisioned the janitor finding the basement floor slippery with cum tomorrow morning.
Uncontrollably, my fingers joined those of the masturbating man in the dark, sliding up and down his shaft. His cock was unbelievably hard. My pussy gushed from the thrill of touching it.
On the screen, the action was getting hotter and heavier. The heroine was all the way down on the truckdriver's dick, her cunt completely swallowing it. The camera moved in for a tight close-up between their legs. Their hairy crotches moved back and forth against each other in a wet symphony. Her red cunt lips slid back and forth around his pistoning prick. Glistening pussy juice slobbered all over both of them.
My snatch was on fire. The seat of my chair was puddled with the hot, frothing flow from my cunt. I couldn't decide which was making me more excited-the obscenity on the screen, or the hard, throbbing cock in my hand.
I pushed the man's hand away from his prick and began beating his meat on my own. From the top of his stiff dick to his balls I pumped his foreskin, feeling his tool swell even more with each squeezing stroke.
"Put your hand between my legs," I whispered urgently. "Feel my cunt."
He gasped like someone having an asthma attack, breathless from desire. Slipping his hand under my skirt, he crushed his fingers between my damp thighs. Instantly he was clawing at my pussy, his gouging touch making it even hotter and wetter than before.
My panties were no barrier for him. Flimsy to begin with, they were reduced to clinging nothingness by my copious pussy flow. He didn't even bother to bypass the crotch by going under the elastic, just pressing his fingers into my cunt through the virtually nonexistent fabric.
My pussy was foaming and I lifted my pelvis upward and lurched my ass from the chair, burying two of his fingers to the second knuckle in my drooling cunt.
I could feel the snagged and saturated pantycloth stretching and straining. Then, suddenly, it broke. His fingers rammed all the way to the hilt in my cunt, finger-fucking me with such intensity that I immediately started to come.
His prick was jumping like a snake in my hand. Quickening my strokes, I jacked him off as hard as I could, yearning for the ultimate explosion of cum.
His cock lurched an extra fraction of an inch in my grip and then exploded. Now cum was everywhere, splattering my arm, chest, and even my face.
His fingers were turning my cunt into raw hamburger, pounding my pussy walls with finger-fucking intensity.
On the screen the leading lady was on the brink of making another trucker come.
"Come... come... come," she moaned. "Drown me with your cum!"
The screen filled with his cock abruptly sliding out of the hairy groove of her pussy and then spilling its seed all over her naked body. The arc of his flow was so great that the first spurts landed all the way up on her tits. She squeezed her breasts together, causing the glistening cum to slide down their cleavage until it dribbled all the way down her stomach to her navel.
Then, keeping true to her objective of sucking every available trucker's prick, she went down on what was left of his hard-on. Sucking like mad, she made it stay stiff as she lapped up what was left of his sperm. When she was finished, the camera panned her smiling face, milky trickles of semen streaming from the comers of her mouth.
The audience was going insane from the action on the screen. And I was going nuts from the excitement of the fresh cum all over me and the fingers fucking my cunt.
But the man's prick was, alas, going limp-just when I needed more.
Chapter Eleven
My insatiable craving for cock led me to survey the audience and I knew I would have no trouble finding someone in that horny mob to satisfy my craving.
I slid off my chair in the slickness of the pussy juice I had deposited all over the place. I crawled on my hands and knees looking for fresh cock, my cunt blazing between my thighs.
After crawling a few inches, my fingers touched the legs of a chair. Through the din of the excited audience, suddenly my ears could pick out the specific moaning of two people-a man and a woman.
"Oooooh, your cock is so hard," I could hear her sigh. "My fingers can't even go all the way around it."
"But it'll go all the way into your cunt-all ten inches," the gay said. "All you have to do is crawl up on my lap and spread your legs."
"Okay," she giggled. "But you'll have to get your hand out of my pussy so I can take off my panties."
I edged up closer, my snatch absolutely foaming from the wanton conversation. As I did so, my eyes caught a glimpse of the screen. The leading lady was with someone new, this time cruising down the highway in a pick-up truck. When the camera zoomed in for a close-up, her hand could be seen reaching inside the driver's bulging fly and emerging with a big, stiff dick.
"Can I suck you off while you're driving?" she asked sweetly.
The driver was too stunned to speak. Ignoring him she went down on him, easing her mouth all the way down on his prick until she was nibbling against his balls. As she sucked, the pick-up started weaving around the road like the driver was drunk. The audience howled with laughter.
That is, all of the audience but two. Above me, the man and woman on whom I was spying were too turned on by each other to pay any attention to a movie. Especially when they had something better going on.
"What's taking you so long?" the man asked, the impatience to fuck straining his voice.
"I'm having a hard time getting my panties off," she giggled. "They're soaking wet. They keep sticking to my cunt."
Straining to listen, I swore I could actually hear her panties peeling moistly off her crotch.
Closing my eyes, I imagined a scene that was an even bigger turn-on than the movie. The wet panties were sliding from the woman's pussy. Finally, her cunt was fully exposed, a sopping knot of curly hair and pulsing lips. I thought I could smell her pussy scent.
Suddenly reality became a part of fantasy. Hurled from above, her sodden panties landed wetly across my face. My whole body twitched in excitement from knowing her pussy was out in the open, drooling to be fucked.
The soggy panties slipped over my nose and mouth. They reeked with the pungency of aroused femininity. The more I inhaled their musky fragrance, the homier I got. The rank odor of sex sent my senses into a boiling frenzy.
On the screen the heroine was furiously going up and down on the driver's hard-on while the pick-up careened down the highway. The smile on her face told everyone in the excited crowd that she was about to receive a mouthful of cum. The audience couldn't wait.
And I couldn't wait down here on the floor anymore. When I heard the girl above say, "Okay, I'm ready to fuck," I realized that she was no more ready than I. My cunt was on fire.
I wasted no time. Guessing in the dark, I came up between their chairs so the man would think I was his girl friend climbing on top of him. Slithering up him, I threw my leg over him and hoisted myself up on top of him before I started to lower my naked haunches toward his lap.
Immediately I could feel the head of his prick nibbing against my cunt. Thrills shot through my body as I eased slowly down, getting a good grip on his tool with my pussy lips.
His hips shot upward, striving to push his cock all the way inside me. I naturally helped him, driving my pelvis toward his groin, swallowing his dick with my starving pussy.
In the dark he had no way of knowing I wasn't his girl friend. "Oh, God, your pussy is tight tonight, Brenda," he said appreciatively. "It's never wrapped around my cock so hard before. I think I'm ready to come already."
"What in the hell are you talking about, Walter?" the suddenly angry voice of Brenda hissed in my ear. "I'm still sitting over here."
"Then who is this I'm fucking?" he blurted.
"Just your friendly librarian," I cooed.
They both started sputtering, but before matters could get out of control I made everything instantly all right. A quick hand between Brenda's thighs and two fingers up her wet pussy transformed her anger and confusion into a long, throaty moan of immediate pleasure. Swiveling my hips did the same thing for Walter, sending his cock twisting up my cunt like a corkscrew.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels sooo gooooood," Brenda sighed. "But I'm still going to need a cock up my cunt. What's the library have for that?"
"Try whoever is sitting next to you," I suggested.
"Hey, mister," I heard her say while I finger-fucked her, "how'd you like to screw me?"
"How would I like to screw you?" somebody said incredulously. "Jesus-feel this!"
"Oh, my God, Walter," Brenda gushed, "his cock is even bigger than yours!"
"Then fuck it," Walter said enthusiastically while he continued with his own fucking.
Walter's prick was like a stick of dynamite with the fuse burning in my pussy, just waiting to explode. The blasting cap was my cunt, constricting and tightening by the second until the friction on his surging cock was maddening. Despite the mass of pussy juice swamping my box, my cunt walls were so tight they were rubbing his dick raw.
Bouncing in the air from the ride of the incredible sitting fuck Walter was throwing into me, I looked over my shoulder at the screen for even more stimulus. In the movie the actress had suddenly obtained a mouthful of cum. There was so much of the stuff it looked like she had swallowed some detergent. The foam cascaded out, covering her face as the driver of the pick-up spurted his creamy load into her grinning face.
Her hand swiped a load of fresh jizz from her lips and then plunged between her spread legs. As usual, her shorts were off, exposing her beautiful cunt. Taking a blob of creamy semen in her fingers, she rubbed it into her pussy. Sperm blotched her pubic hair, turning patches of it snow-white. Her cunt lips glistened with the shiny cum she massaged into them.
Brenda's pussy had pulled away from me moments before in search of a cock in the dark. Now, as I found the cock again, I realized her search had been successful. Her tight wetness was split by a throbbing column, being fucked to the hilt by the prick of the stranger who'd been sitting next to her.
The feel of a strange cock engorging an unknown cunt was an incredible turn-on for me. The very impersonality of it made it all that much more exciting. The fact that Walter could have been Fred or Sidney or Horace, or anyone else", made me come as much as the actual cock splitting cunt.
"Come," I cried. "Fill my cunt with your cum!"
My voice was loud and anyone could have heard it. However, there was no chance of embarrassing myself because the audience was in a frenzy from the movie. God only knew, how many of them were playing with themselves or each other in the darkness.
Walter did his best to fulfill my demand, lurching inside of me until I was sure his cock-head would come out my throat. Then, suddenly, he exploded, instantaneously filling my pussy with an ocean of scalding cum.
"That's right... that's right!" I gasped. "Keep shooting. Keep filling my pussy with your hot cum. Make it run down my legs."
As sperm filled my pussy cavity and I shuddered from coming, I heard Brenda demanding the same treatment from her partner. "Come... come, whoever you are," she hissed. "I want cum. I want my cunt full of it!"
"Ooooooh," the guy bellowed, "here it comes! Watch out!"
"Unnnhhhh," Brenda groaned as his dick shot up an extra inch in her fuck-canal.
My fingers, spread over their organs, suddenly felt the hot stickiness of his sperm leaking out the sides of her pussy lips. He was engorging her with cum, so much that no cunt in the world could hold it all. It slid out of her box and onto my fingers. In an instant it had drenched me all the way to my wrist. Reaching down and squeezing his balls, I agitated for even more.
Meanwhile, Walter's cock was just beginning to stop spurting. But it would stay hard and keep dribbling as long as I could keep it up my pussy with my fuck-muscles tightened around it. Grinding down on him, I refused to let him go. I was determined to keep his prick up me until I stopped coming.
Beside me, Brenda was grooving in the slosh of her own cum-drenched cunt. She reveled in the extra outpouring caused by my previous ball-squeezing. The slurping of her pussy punctuated the roar of the crowd, flinging excess sperm so that it splattered against my arm.
Over my shoulder, I could see that on the screen the heroine had managed to corral another cock in her mouth. And then, as the camera moved back, it became evident she had more than one cock.
A nude man with tattoos running down his arms fucked her from the rear. When the camera moved in for a tight close-up, every detail of his pink shaft splitting her hairy, wet pussy was visible. When he came, the jizz gurgled from the edges of her labia as though her cunt were a volcano.
In her mouth, the other cock erupted, instantly bathing her with semen.
Cum seemed to be everywhere, splashing around the basement like wet paint.
When the light suddenly came on, I saw how right I was. At least thirty cocks were in clear sight, most of them glistening with just-shot loads of fresh, steaming jizz. A minimum of ten girls looked up with glistening smears of just-swallowed male-wads, cum trickling down their pretty faces. Four couples around us were openly fucking, at least one doing it in the ass. The sweeping panorama of raw sex was incredible.
But even more incredible was who was standing in the doorway with his hand on the lightswitch-Mr. Smiley!
When Miss Greenstalk joined him seconds later, I fainted from shock, the cock sliding out of my wet cunt as I fell unconscious to the floor.
Chapter Twelve
I was put on indefinite suspension while Mr. Smiley decided on the appropriate action to take. Or at least that was how he explained his actions.
Actually, I didn't have to be very smart to figure out that he didn't fire me right away because he didn't want any hitch in using the statistics from my film program to present to the library board and city council.
While I was cooling my heels at home it occurred to me that, unless I did something before the board and council met, Mr. Smiley would take advantage of the valuable figures with which I'd provided him, and then fire me. There wouldn't be anything I could do about it if I waited too long.
On the other hand, I was at a loss to figure out what I should do to take full advantage of the time element. Both Mr. Smiley and Miss Greenstalk had made it clear that their cover-up of the full ramifications of the "Hitchhikin' Housewives" episode depended on me not causing any trouble. Otherwise, they implied, they might go to the police. And I'd had enough contact with them not to want to take any chances.
Then, one night, while I was sitting around brooding, something I hadn't thought of before occurred to me. Mr. Smiley and Miss Greenstalk- what were they doing at the library that night?
The more I thought about it, the more I became sure that I had never known them to be at the library at night. And certainly not together. What had they been doing there? I became convinced that the answer to that question might save my neck.
As I pondered it, the more things began to take shape in my mind. For months I had vaguely wondered about the power Miss Greenstalk seemed to have over Mr. Smiley. Never having focused on it enough to try and arrive at an explanation, now I became obsessed with the answer, certain that it was tied in somehow with why they had been together that night I happened to be showing the film.
I had counted on nobody being in the library that night. The fact that they had been there and heard the noise from the audience meant that they must have been doing something upstairs. Perhaps the noise had interrupted them. Perhaps they had been counting on nobody being in the library, either.
I gulped down the drink I had been nursing and jumped off the couch. "I think I just may have tied together the great mystery of the public library," I announced to myself in a loud voice.
I went to the closet and grabbed my coat. Starting to run out of the apartment, at the last moment I returned to the closet and got my camera off the top shelf. Now I dashed out of my apartment to my car.
Checking my watch as I drove across town, I saw that it was 9:30. I wondered if Mr. Smiley and Miss Greenstalk would still be at the library a half an hour after closing. If my theory about why they were there was correct, and they wanted to guarantee privacy, I was sure they would be.
***
At 9:45 the library was deathly quiet as I let myself in with my employee's key. With all the lights out and no people, the endless shelves of books seemed to hover menacingly in the darkness.
The looming stacks, silence, and darkness were enough to give a ghost the creeps.
I padded upstairs toward the administration offices. My heart leapt when I saw there was still a light burning in Miss Greenstalk's office. It glowed into the darkened hallway through the thin crack under the door.
I walked quietly down the hallway to the far end. The soft padding of my feet was the only noise in the building at the late hour. I hoped they wouldn't hear me outside. Then I remembered that Miss Greenstalk's office was soundproof, one of the things that had made possible the secret of her trysts with me way back when.
When I reached the storeroom I found that it was locked. I pulled a bobby-pin from my hair and nervously began working at the lock.
After what seemed to take hours, the lock popped and I carefully opened the door.
Like a shadow, I slipped across the darkened storeroom. There were cabinets and piles of records everywhere, and I had to move carefully to avoid knocking anything over.
The transom was open just a short way, but already I could hear faint voices from the other side. Cupping my ear, I was still unable to make out the exact words, but I could clearly recognize the voices.
"Smiley and Greenstalk," I whispered to myself triumphantly as I edged myself closer to the connecting door between the storeroom and Miss Greenstalk's office.
There was a massive filing cabinet just beside the door. By standing on top of a chair, I was able to climb up to the top. Every movement had to be carefully planned, lest a sudden creak or crash betray me, the open transom partially negating the soundproofing. Luck was with me and I made my ascent in complete silence.
Standing on the filing cabinet, I craned my neck so I could peer through the opening in the transom. I gaped in astonishment. Even though I had suspected what I might see, the reality was almost too much to believe. In my amazement I almost let out a yell.
But instead of crying out, I took hold of myself and did what I'd intended to do from the beginning. I aimed my camera through the narrow opening and began to adjust the lens.
The scene in Miss Greenstalk's office was beyond imagination. I now knew for sure that her perversity went deeper than mere lesbianism.
There was Miss Greenstalk. Her magnificently full-formed figure was something to behold in its present costume. Transformed from a mere librarian, she seemed like the epitome of ultimate authority and power-an avenging force so severe that she made me shudder even from several feet away.
Miss Greenstalk wore black net stockings that were held up by six garter straps reaching down from the black leather corset cinched at her waist. Her large tits were forced into a tight leather bra with open cups that made her purplish nipples stick out lewdly. In addition, she wore long black gloves and a shrouding black hat that covered her blonde hair.
The bizarre costume was completed by a huge, gnarled dildo that was strapped to her waist, its cushioned base snug against her golden-curled pussy. In her hand she impatiently flicked a leather riding-crop.
She was more terrifying than I had ever seen her. And, in a strange way I couldn't explain, more alluring. For a brief moment I jealously wondered why she had never dressed up this way during our affairs. Then I pushed it out of my mind, determined on this occasion to let revenge take precedence over sex.
Of course her willing victim tonight wasn't some naive assistant librarian like me or Valentine, although the person's costume was that of a young woman, more or less.
The cringing figure who licked her spurred boots was Mr. Smiley!
The mild-mannered library director was a bizarre sight at this particular moment. His skinny limbs were thrust into ill-fitting nylon stockings and high-heeled slippers. A ridiculous red wig perched on his bald head. Across his bony chest a pair of enormous falsies jutted out awkwardly from under his transparent blouse. His skirt was ultra-short, and it rode up enough to show what he wore underneath-a shocking-pink garter belt which circled his hips and held up his baggy stockings. A pair of frilly blue panties completed the costume.
I aimed my camera.
Mr. Smiley was diligently licking Miss Green-stalk's boots, his narrow ass thrust up in the air.
My camera made a muffled click as I took their picture.
"Hurry up, you silly bitch!" Miss Greenstalk ordered Smiley, her cruel voice dripping with exasperation. "And don't forget to lick off the soles. I think I stepped in some dog shit on the way over here."
"Yes, my cruel mistress. Yes, yes," Smiley gasped, groveling pitifully at her leather-shod feet.
"Enough of these fun and games," Miss Greenstalk decided. "I see the only way you'll be good for anything will be to give you a good hard fucking!"
"Oh, yes, yes... please," the director of the library whimpered.
"Then show your eagerness by anointing my noble cock-head with your trembling lips, you sniveling bitch."
Mr. Smiley seized the dildo with his mouth and began to lick and kiss it ardently.
Click went my camera.
"Enough of your filthy spittle," Miss Greenstalk grated. "Bend over my desk, you silly cunt. I'll give you a taste of cock that will leave you begging for more until it rips you in two."
The trembling director scampered foolishly to obey her commands. Bending over the desk, he awaited her assault. His miniskirt slid all the way over his hips, exposing his quivering ass.
"Get those panties off," Miss Greenstalk ordered. Her riding crop flicked across his ass.
Frantically, Smiley tugged the panties down from his thighs, then resumed his bent-over posture.
"Now spread your cheeks," she barked.
He did so, exposing a tight red anus in the middle of his hairy crack.
Miss Greenstalk stalked up behind him with her huge dildo pointed at its target. "Now, you ridiculous little pussy," she snarled, grabbing her cock replica with both hands like a spear. Sadistically she rammed the outsized sexual prong between Smiley's cheeks and into his bunghole.
"Yeeeoooowwww!" he cried from the brutal penetration as the gnarled shaft ripped into his guts. "Oh, my fierce mistress. Take me! Rape me! Fuck me until I'm dead! Ooooooh, tear me apart until I bleed!"
Miss Greenstalk seemed intent on doing just that. She began to drive the huge dildo into his tortured asshole with punishing strength. It was almost impossible to believe that a mere woman could be so incredibly ferocious and strong. "Bitch! Slut! Tramp! Whore!" she chanted with each tearing lunge.
My camera clicked again.
The unlubricated dildo had practically been squeaking up Mr. Smiley's tight asshole until now. But that abruptly changed as a gush of red blood oozed out from the torn ridges of his anus. Instantly the pistoning of the dildo became a rhythmic slurp as the giant prod became coated with a slippery coat of fresh plasma.
"Does it hurt, bitch, does it?" Miss Greenstalk hissed contemptuously. "Can you take it? Can you take a real prick?"
"Oh, God, it's killing me," Smiley whimpered.
"And you love it. Right, bitch?" Miss Greenstalk growled.
"Yes, yes, I love it," he cringed. "I love it."
"And you want more?"
"Yes!"
"Deeper?"
"Yes!"
"Harder?"
"Yes!"
"Unnnhhhhhhh!" she grunted explosively as she slammed her loins against his bony ass. A crimson shower of blood flew into the air from the brutal impact.
My eyes bugged out of my head in disbelief when I saw that the enormous dildo was now buried in Mr. Smiley's ass to the hilt. I couldn't believe that he could take the whole thing.
While Miss Greenstalk ass-fucked him, Mr. Smiley's cock was stirring between his legs. Twitching as it grew, it reached its full hardness of maybe four and a half inches, a pathetic spigot in comparison to Miss Greenstalk's latex monster.
Smiley's hand automatically went to his dick and he started to jack himself off while Miss Greenstalk brutally jabbed him. Then, suddenly, he stopped as the riding crop lashed out of nowhere.
When his hand flew away I got a good look at his pathetic prick and saw a red welt rising along the shaft, oozing blood.
"No playing with yourself, tramp," Miss Greenstalk said sternly. "Only sluts play with themselves."
As if Mr. Smiley needed to masturbate with that terrible dildo surging up his ass. It must have been putting pressure on his prostate gland that was unbelievable. I bet that he'd be creaming within moments whether he wanted to or not.
"Ooooof... ooooooof... ooooooof!" Miss Greenstalk grunted. She was accompanying each murderous thrust of her dildo up Smiley's ass with a guttural bellow, filling the room with the sound of her fury.
I saw that I hadn't been wrong about Mr. Smiley's dick. After about the tenth burst of consecutive dildo thrusts, his prick shot straight out as though it were being launched from his groin like a missile. After a spasm that wracked his whole body, his cock jumped again and a torrent of cum shot out at least a foot in the air.
My camera clicked.
"So," Miss Greenstalk said, "I see you're making a mess again with your filthy discharge. I've warned you about that."
"Yes... yes..." he cringed.
"You know what I said I'd do," she threatened.
"Yes... yes..." he trembled.
His prick started to wilt. I couldn't figure out whether it was in fear or because he was through coming.
Surprisingly, she pulled the monstrous dildo out of his ass. When it was all the way out and I had a clear view of his asshole, I saw that this anus looked liked the inside of a ripe tomato. If I hadn't fought the impulse I would have gasped so loudly they would have been sure to hear me.
"On your back, worm," she ordered.
"Please, no... please..." he whimpered. "I know I deserve it, but... please..."
"You've been naughty and you're going to pay the price," she lectured. "What kind of mistress would I be if I didn't keep my word? You'd have no respect for me-and we can't have that. I promised you that I was going to sit on your face if you misbehaved again, and now I'm obligated to do it."
I could see his face turn ghastly pale.
"You'll be interested to know," she continued, "that I haven't wiped my ass or pussy for three days in anticipation of your incorrigibility. And, as a little bonus for you, my period started today and I haven't had time to shove a Tampax up my cunt. I think that this time you're going to be taught a lesson you'll never forget."
To hurry him along, she kicked him over with a hard thwack of her boot. When he'd rolled onto his back, she straddled him. Bare under the garter belt, I could see Miss Greenstalk's familiar cunt exposed fully as she began to squat in the direction of Mr. Smiley's cringing face.
The flaring of his nostrils and the gasping of his mouth told me that the stench must have been unbearable. Even from my distance I could see the crusty dinginess around Miss Greenstalk's cunt and crack, the gritty evidence of three days of not wiping covering her crotch.
When she was squatted about six inches from Mr. Smiley's face, her menstrual blood started leaking from her pussy, dribbling down on his face like catsup.
I was sickened by what I was seeing, but still managed to make the camera click again.
When she was down all the way on his face, covering him with the spread of her filthy ass and cunt, I figured I'd seen enough. I clicked off the last picture in the roll and put the camera down. Then I took the empty film container and tossed it toward the office floor through the open transom.
Speechless, they stared at the bouncing film box in utter dread. Miss Greenstalk at last picked it up.
There was a note inside. I'd written it just before I got out of my car after I'd completed thinking out my plan on the way to the library.
She read it aloud, her tough voice suddenly melting into a frightened quaver. "A personnel meeting is now in session. Attendance is mandatory."
"Oh, my God!" Mr. Smiley cried, looking for somewhere to hide. If there had been a window, he might have jumped out.
I hopped down from the file cabinet and hurried out of the storeroom to Miss Greenstalk's office door. I knocked and called through the door, "If you two lovebirds will get decent, we can get on with our meeting. I understand an important promotion is being made tonight."
Mr. Smiley opened the door. His face looked like he had just been scared out of his wits. When he saw who I was, he fainted.
When Miss Greenstalk came toward the door, her face was not pleasant to see. Where the revelation of my identity had reduced Mr. Smiley to unconsciousness, it had served, after her initial fright, to raise her blood pressure to boiling. She was mad as hell.
I responded to her anger with a broad grin. "Please, no violence," I cautioned. "The film is already on its way to be developed."
It was a bluff, but I didn't want her trying to cram my camera down my throat.
"Is this blackmail?" Miss Greenstalk blurted.
"You better believe it, sweetie," I said cheerfully. "Now, what do you say we revive Mr. Smiley and get down to business."
***
My plan was a complete success. There was no way for them but to go along with whatever I wanted.
It just wouldn't look good for certain photographs of the director of the public library and the head of circulation to show up at a city council meeting, especially around the time when the library was trying to get its budget increased.
They just didn't have any choice.
And my demands weren't really that extreme, anyway. All I wanted was to be reappointed-on a permanent basis-to children's librarian. Miss Greenstalk and Mr. Smiley could go right on doing whatever they wanted with no more interference from me if I got my way. And Miss Greenstalk would have my blessings if she wanted to make it with Valentine, or anyone else, on the side.
All I wanted was to be children's librarian. When they finally agreed to my demand, I cut short the meeting and left them there, sitting like two people at an obscene costume party.
On my way out, I thought of the joy of returning to the children's library. Already my pussy was wet from anticipating getting reacquainted with Toby and his friends.
