Spreading her thighs, she took out the hotdog from her bag. Wetting it inside her mouth, tasting her own cunt juices from before, she plunged it deep up inside her warm moist cunt.
The hotdog slid in easily and in seconds she was holding it tight, loving how greasy it was getting as she moved deliciously, loving the wild sensations as the hotdog tickled and slid over her burning clitoris and when it penetrated all the way in to a point she had a fear of losing it, she began to squeeze her cunt muscles.
What she really would have loved to do, she often thought, would be to develop her cunt muscle to a point they would crush, mash up the slippery wet hotdog.
I
When Mrs. Peggy Morton accepted the job as librarian with the Wilmington Public Library department, it turned out that even at thirty-seven years of age, she was the youngest member of the staff.
A very attractive female with honey blonde hair she kept cropped neatly, full ripe breasts and slim of hip with lovely long, tapered legs, Peggy Morton, her maiden name, looked no more like what a librarian is supposed to resemble than she did her age.
No longer married, free as a bird and able to do what she wished, soon after her divorce, she applied for several jobs as librarian in the teenage department before she accepted the excellent paying one in the city of Wilmington.
Also, when she took it, she had no idea whatever and who would have guessed that a small ranch house came with the job with a small club-house kind of shack in the thickly wooded backyard?
Certainly not Peggy Morton; and when she had her first sight of it, she squealed with that kind of glee usually reserved for the very teen aged girls she was going to service-so to speak once she took over the teen department.
"I just can't get over it," she exclaimed to Mrs. Stanton. Mrs. Stanton was the chief librarian, a woman in her late forties but quite attractive with full breasts on thel arge side and buttocks to match. Mrs. Stanton was short-haired but her hair was black.
"Yes," said the older woman, "it's rare, I realize," she added with smile, "but nonetheless true."
"What on earth will I use it for?" asked Peggy.
"Darling," came the reply, "it doesn't matter. The board of trustees, Mr. Eidledown, in particular, you've not met him yet, well, let's just say the shack comes with the little house and of course, it's rent free, but the condition is, because the shack is actually livable, if you know what I mean, the board of trustees would surely frown if you had any idea of renting it, you know what I mean, dear?" she smiled cordially.
"Hmmmmm, I see," said Peggy Morton, her limpid gray yellow eyes sparkling as she stepped over the wooden threshold into the interior of the carefully built shack.
"It's so cozy," said the younger woman.
"It is that, and the fireplace works."
"What a cozy little hideaway, huh?'
Mrs. Stanton sat down on the couch facing the fireplace. She lit a cigarette. "I don't usually smoke in front of anyone," she said, "but I'm sure you don't mind ... can I call you Peggy?"
"You certainly can," Peggy replied, sitting on the arm of the couch. She let her eyes float over the nicely sized room, the wooden beamed ceiling, a small bathroom complete with shower, tub and toilet off to one side on which the other was a tiny, one-man kitchenette.
"It's just so romantic in here."
"There's even a phone," said Mrs. Stanton puffing gently on her filter tip, "but you'll have to pay for that, if you get it connected."
"Would I need a telephone in here and also in the house?"
Mrs. Stanton exhaled a long puff of white smoke, then wet her lips, Peggy Morton looking at her for the first time and seeing something she'd not noticed when Mrs. Stanton had interviewed her two times on different occasions back in the town library. The woman was a real beauty, strains of silver gray in her jet black hair. She had a lovely nose and very flushed cheeks.
"Well," Mrs. Stanton said, extinguishing the cigarette in an ashtray on the little end table near the armrest of the couch, "the librarian who occupied these premises before you, a certain Miss Withers who, well, got in trouble here, but I'll catch you up on that at another time-well, my dear, she had a phone in here."
"I see."
"Yes, but you may do as you please. Just as long as you pay for it." She paused. "Oh, yes, something else. The electric here, it's all electric, I mean the stove, you know, well that's tied into the bill in the house," she said. She crossed her long legs and Peggy's alert eyes flashed at the exposure of her thighs above her nylon stocking tops. Her skin was ivory white. Peggy caught her breath.
For the first time, too, she took notice of how shapely Mrs. Stanton's legs were, how trim her ankles and especially how neatly shod she was in black high-heeled pumps with a pointy toe.
"I do think I'm going to be happy here," said Peggy Morton. "I think the house (she pointed) is so lovely. I like the furniture, too."
"It's relatively new. It was moved in just about the same time Amy Withers moved in. But she wasn't here long," said Mrs. Stanton taking a deep breath and raising her eyebrows.
"How long?"
"Just a couple of months, the winter semester."
"Oh wow."
"Yes," said Mrs. Stanton. "It was maddening to see her leave. She was such a young, beautiful thing, but a bit too sexy for her own good. That's what did her in, you know."
"Oh...?"
"Yes, too sexy, but that's another story, my dear," said the other woman softly, uncrossing her legs. When she did it this time, Peggy's eyes again darted like a mouse. This time Peggy could see that Mrs. Stanton's ivory white thighs were naked as far up as she could see.
A sudden rush of blood flew to Peggy's head. Were here eyes deceiving her? Were they? She would have bet a dollar she'd seen the mysterious deep shadows that could mean only one thing: that Mrs. Stanton wasn't wearing any panties under her tight denim skirt.
But she turned her eyes away. Then glancing back, she saw Mrs. Stanton's hand lying between her thighs, over the clinging material of the denim. Was she doing this deliberately?
Peggy turned her head. "May I look in the kitchen?"
"Of course, my dear. We don't have to hurry. Mr. Eidledown, bless his old heart, isn't expecting us to return until you've had time to make up your mind."
"...make up my mind?"
"Yes, my dear. I mean," she said, swiveling around on the couch, this motion having the effect of pulling the denim skirt up above her knees, exposing a long expanse of the dark charcoal-colored sheer nylon and more ivory white flesh above the darker top of the hose, "I mean, after you've looked around and satisfied yourself that the house is okay and the salary, et cetera," she smiled.
Peggy Morton grinned. She was suddenly very happy, very excited! Never had she thought the librarian's job would include a small ranch house and the shack plus a lovely patch of wooden forest behind the little shack.
The salary was excellent. More than she'd ever earned even when she was married and before the marriage that turned out to be one terrible failure despite all she did to salvage it.
"I love it. I'll take it," she laughed, her laughter a musical tinkle that brightened the room.
"Then, my dear, consider it's yours," said Mrs. Stanton, sitting forward, but making no effort to tug down her skirt. Now it was so high that Peggy was getting a real eyeful. Now the younger woman was quite certain that the older one wasn't wearing any panties.
Now, there was no doubt. As Peggy slid down into the couch, she let her own skirt climb high. Peggy was immensely proud of her long legs. They were naked now, Peggy having taken off her pantyhose in the other house when she'd had to piss after Mrs. Stanton drove her out from town.
"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Stanton, "we might enjoy a little toast ... I mean, if you've really decided to take the place ... and the job. I can assure you, my dear," she went on, and when she crossed her legs this time, her black hairy cunt was so exposed Peggy had no trouble peeping right between the purplish colored meaty pussy lips. Again the younger woman averted her eyes at the same time she caught her breath.
There was no question that Mrs. Stanton wanted her to look, that she was deliberately exhibiting her naked bare cunt and thighs and the sexy, racy stocking tops.
"What a great idea," exclaimed Peggy, "but there's ... nothing to drink in the house.. " she laughed.
Mrs. Stanton laughed with her, a high happy laugh that rang in the cozy interior of the shack much like Peggy's laugh had done earlier.
"Yes, there is, my dear. I sort of knew you'd take our little offer so I took the liberty of buying a bottle of champagne and hiding it in the little refrigerator in the kitchenette," she smiled pleasantly. "You do drink ... champagne, don't you."
"I adore it."
"Just so you won't drink on the job," she laughed, winking at Peggy. "You see, we older women just can't get away with tampering with the very tender, very sensitive morality of the young, now can we?"
"Definitely not."
"So we must set a proper example to these delinquent teenagers, should we not?"
Peggy clapped her hands merrily, laughing, her lovely eyes gleaming. She was growing more and more fond of her soon-to-be supervisor every minute.
When Mrs. Stanton returned from the kitchen with a small silver tray on which a bottle of chilled champagne and two shiny wine goblets rested, Peggy got the feeling she was certainly no stranger to the little shack in the woods.
Mrs. Stanton, again seated on the couch, again her denim skirt high above her knees, did the pouring, winking again at Peggy.
"This is great stuff. We get a real discount from the dealer," she added, "so we take advantage of it."
Peggy raised her glass. "I want to thank you with all my heart, Mrs.
Stanton."
The older woman smiled, raised her glass.
"Here's to a long and warm and successful affiliation with the Wilmington Public Library System, Mrs. Mary Stanton, Chief Librarian, Mr. Eideldown, president of the whole apparatus and Chairman of the Board." She smiled, wet her lips sensuously and toasted again:
"Here's to you, Peggy. May we get to know each other very well," she said, letting her eyes drift lazily over Peggy's clinging blouse, then lower to her naked bare limbs. "Yes, here's to us."
"I'll drink to that, Mary," said the younger woman. "Shall we sit down for a moment or two?"
"We have all the time in the world, Peggy, my dear. Yes. Let's!"
II
When Peggy Morton was first introduced to Edward Eidledown, the Chairman of the Board of the Wilmington Public Library System, she was able to detect the subtle gleam in his eye instantly. In fact, it happened so fast she felt a decided twinge in her cunt. A cool shiver of mingled fear and anticipation shot through her body like a bolt of electricity.
There was lust in the old man's eyes.
"We are most pleased with our selection, Mrs. Morton," he said to her in his husky throaty voice that gave one the impression he was either getting over a severe cold, pneumonia or a deathly case of laryngitis or all three at once. His voice was like the whisper of an Iguana lizard.
"I am happy you selected me," said Peggy Morton. Again she felt a strange shiver, a kind of shuddering when the old man let his eyes caress her breasts. For the occasion she wore a net brassiere that almost concealed her erect nipples but did nothing to disguise the magnificent shapeliness of her swollen breasts.
"Well, thank you, my dear," he smiled. Peggy was shocked to notice his teeth. They were remarkably white and looked to be his very own instead of how she imagined.
Edward Eidledown, despite his name, was a rugged male but no longer young. As a youth he'd been captain of the Wilmington Rams, an all-round athlete. He'd aged gently. This was probably due, thought Peggy, to his being for so many years in the stultifying atmosphere of the Library System.
Over six foot tall, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, no sign of a paunch, his strong legs in evidence, there was definitely something sexually appealing and excitingly attractive about the man.
"You see, Mrs. Morton," the older man went on, again allowing his smiling gray eyes to slide down to Peggy's knees and linger as they roamed and caressed, arousing her almost beyond her ability to control it, "Mrs. Stanton has excellent good taste. She interviewed a large number of applicants."
"So I heard," replied Peggy. She was a little unnerved by now, the way he'd look at her, the way he would stare at her breasts. She could feel his eyes burning into her hot nipples and she had to admit how much she loved the fiery burning sensation.
"Yes, she does, my dear," he repeated. "We have every trust in her, in her excellent good taste."
Peggy felt tempted to say he'd just said that but she knew better. Smiling in a friendly way, she glanced around.
She and Mr. Eideldown were quite alone in the so-called Faculty Room of the downtown library where a few people had been called in for a small gathering so that Mrs. Peggy Morton could meet the people she was going to work with.
"We had a nice little talk," said Peggy.
"Oh, yes. She told me," he said in this strange whispery, almost ghost-like voice. "She said you both had a little champagne. out ... in the ... well, we call it the 'shack'. "
"Yes, we did. We chatted about the job."
He sat up straighter. He was much taller than her. She let her eyes drift when he wasn't looking into hers. Peggy found herself wondering what kind of a prick he had, then abruptly dismissed the subject. At an official cocktail party like this it was not the place or the time to think about such things.
"May I ask you a question, my dear?" His left knee was perilously close to her nylon clad leg. She didn't move She could feel his body heat radiating and she liked the pleasing fragrance of his after shave cologne that rimed with the expensive British tweeds he wore.
"Yes." She smiled at one of the new people she'd been introduced to earlier. She didn't remember his name. "Yes, you may, Mr. Eideldown."
"You may call me Edward when we're not in the library," he said, his voice a low confidential whisper, his eyes gleaming with lust.
"Yes, Edward. You may ask me a question." As Peggy said this, she felt about nine years old and thoroughly dominated by the authoritative eyes and manner of a much older person to whom she'd better submit or else ... or else!
"Did Mrs. Stanton, well, did, did she by any chance, make any reference to your predecessor, the person who previously occupied the position you've so happily accepted?" He asked this in a voice that now stumbled and began to stutter at the same time the whisper almost faded away.
"As a matter-of-fact she did. I think she called her Amy...."
"Shhhhsssss."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Eideldown."
"We don't mention that woman's name in public, Mrs. Morton," he hissed.
"I'm so sorry."
A long moment of absolute silence followed. Mr. Eideldown's eyes were openly, even blatantly caressing her nyloned ankles, the heels of the sexy shoes she wore, open-toed sandals with thin straps encasing her petite toes.
He found a small grin. "I didn't mean to sound so forceful, but well, I suppose Mrs. Stanton did tell you we had some difficulty with ... Miss Amy Withers." As he whispered her name, he first looked around, then closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as if he were mentioning the name of someone who had just died of cancer.
"Yes. She did. She did mention something."
"But not the entire story."
"Oh no."
"That was most wise of Mrs. Stanton," he said, looking around the room. People were drifting off into small talky groups, leaving Mr. Eideldown alone with the new librarian assigned to the Teenage department.
"Yes, most wise." He looked into her eyes. "Mrs. Morton, may I call you Peggy?" he asked. Before she could answer, he added, "but of course, only in private."
"Of course, Mr. Eideldown."
"Thank you, Peggy," he said and this time the low throaty, husky whisper had more content to it. In fact, it almost sounded normal.
"I can be very discreet, too, sir."
"It isn't necessary for you to call me sir, Peggy."
"Thank you, Mr. Eideldown."
"Peggy...?"
"Yes?" She crossed her knees and his eyes flew to her nylons, roaming, wandering until they stole up to her thighs.
He was making her all hot and bothered, horny, in fact. She wondered if anyone in the room could detect it.
Glancing around, everyone seemed to be quite busy with one another. Mrs. Stanton was over in one corner speaking earnestly with two young men from the Science section of the big library. Peggy Morton had been introduced to them earlier.
"Peggy," he repeated, again beaming his eyes between her breasts. Peggy felt they were throbbing visibly and the fact this might be true frightened her.
"Yes...?"
"I was wondering," he began moving physically closer. Now his knee was distinctly touching her outer thigh. She could smell his breath. Something about the odor on his breath excited and aroused her. This was new to Peggy Morton.
"...you were wondering...?"
"Yes," he grinned and this grin reduced his age in her eyes to that of a young boy, but there was no denying his gray hair and laugh wrinkles around his piercing eyes.
"...wondering if you've ever had...."
"What are you trying to ask me, Edward?"
"I'm embarrassed."
She leaned closer to him. She placed one hand on his knee as if he were a young boy instead of who he was, "you needn't be embarrassed with me. What is it? What's bothering you?"
"Just how discreet can you be?" he asked, his voice changing, the whisper reappearing.
"I've never been tested," she replied. What on earth did he want to know. "Is it about..." and she lowered her voice also to a whisper, "is it about this Amy Withers? Is it?"
He nodded solemnly. "Yes."
"You can ask me,"
"I just hope it won't embarrass you."
Peggy smiled to herself. What could be so important? As she waited for him to speak, observing him glancing all around the room, pretending to be so casual about it, she felt more distinct sexual thrills, sexual impulses she couldn't put her finger on.
"If it does, I'll tell you," she whispered into his ear, letting him light her cigarette.
"Well," he began softly, "you see, and this must be accepted with absolute discretion, I had something of an acquaintanceship with ... with this ... with
Amy." Peggy wet her lips. "Yes."
"Yes, and I visited her once or twice at your little cabin in the woods."
"You mean the shack?"
"Yes," he answered impatiently, again his eyes everywhere including her breasts, her nyloned legs, her little toes squeezed in her high heels, "yes, and I left something ... something there ... that I, well when she moved out, I just know she didn't take it with her, but I've been back," he frowned, shaking his head, "back twice and I, well, can't find it."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Peggy looked at him with a kind of sympathy in her eyes, tenderness oozing out of them. She suddenly wanted to hold his hand. She even would have taken his head to her breast.
"Yes, I know, but you see, this ... well, it's an object."
"A book?" She parted her lips. "It's a book taken out in her name and it's overdue, there's a large fine on it, is that it?" she grinned.
"No! That is not it, damnitt!"
'Tm sorry."
"Stop saying you're sorry," he hissed. "But I am. What kind of object is it, please?"
He leaned closer. "You won't be embarrassed? You promise."
"Of course."
He looked around like a criminal. "It's a sexual object."
"A sexual object?"
"Shhhhsssss. People can hear! The walls have ears. Haven't you ever heard that, Peggy?" His breath in her nostrils was having an intoxicating, aphrodisiacal effect. She couldn't understand it.
"What kind? I don't understand. Amy left it there? She forgot to take it with her when she moved?" Peggy asked plaintively.
"No."
She bent closer to his lips. God, suddenly she wanted to taste the odor that came from his mouth. What could it be?
"Whisper in my ear what it is and when I get back there I'll search for it."
"I searched all over," he said sadly.
"Couldn't find it, eh?"
"No. No. I couldn't find it. This is more embarrassing than I can tell and it's imperative that you understand me."
"I think I do," said Peggy Morton. "Tell me what this sexual object is."
"It's my vibrating dildo," he said, blushing a bright red, his body shivering, his heart pumping so hard Peggy could hear it ...
III
Down in the musty stacks of the library where most of the books seldom referred to were kept in a kind of dusty, forbidden seclusion, Nora Martin, a part-time student worker, was busy digging up reference works for an anthropologist who had some pull with the local library.
She was so hot and sweaty, she could feel her tight nylon panties digging between the lush lips of her virgin cunt.
These panties, stolen from her older sister who lived in another state and who had visited the family just that weekend, were so sexy tight and so exciting, they dug between the young girl's buttocks, arousing and irritating her tight little ass-hole.
Now and then, but first making sure she wouldn't be surprised by her co-worker, Danny Muldoon, her own age, also a part-timer in the library stacks, Nora would hide in the rear of the Anthropological Section.
In this secluded place there was no possibility whatever of her being suddenly surprised by Danny. She could also see anyone else coming down into the dark musty, smelly, cobwebby basement.
Taking her very special small three-legged stool, Nora would first slip her panties down to her knees. Then she would sit bare-ass on the cool wooden stool.
From her purse she would take a hotdog wrapped in foil. Wetting it first with her saliva, sucking on it until it was dripping, she would spread her thighs wide, raise up one knee, then throwing back her head, jam the hotdog up into her cunt.
She loved the intense thrill of it. As she'd continue to ram it up inside her, she'd reach behind with her free hand.
Her index finger would tickle her tight moist ass-hole before she wiggled it up inside. When everything was right, she'd kick off her panties. Bending down, she retrieve them with her teeth.
As she masturbated her cunt with the hotdog and finger-fucked her tender, sensitive anus, she would suck on her panties, licking and chewing the moist sleek, usually wet slimy crotch soaked with her cunt sweat.
She loved to do this. The taste of her panties was also deliciously salty and it also had a taste she couldn't describe, but which she loved.
When she had her usual orgasm, and pulled her long finger out of her ass-hole, then sucking on it pensively, she would rub her panties all over her crotch-before kissing them again and reluctantly standing up to slide them back on.
This was a daily ritual.
And Nora knew she couldn't get by one day without doing it. Also, she had to do it down in the library stacks in the Anthropological Section in the secluded corner sitting bare-ass on the three-legged stool, or it didn't have the same intense, erotic effect.
She also wore special nylon panties because they enhanced the masturbation and until she had discovered that she simply adored her sisters' soiled panties, she felt she'd never lived.
This particular day while Nora was performing her exotic ritual and close to frenzy with her precious hotdog slimy wet and almost smoking as she pushed it in deep, then pulled it out, sometimes bringing its slimy surface up to her lips and mouth so she could sniff it and tongue it and then suck her own juices, loving the taste and always secretly looking for a word to describe this marvelous taste, she heard Danny Muldoon whistling about two aisles away from where she was.
This was entirely too close for comfort. Jumping up, she stuffed her panties into her blouse, then making sure she looked okay, smoothing down her skirt and patting her erect nipples in the hope that they would disappear because when she jerked off like this, they got so hard they poked up and anyone looking could see them ... she took the little three-legged stool.
Standing up on it, she pretended to be examining one of the to shelves. She heard Danny come around the aisle.
"Hi," she smiled.
"Hi, Nora, keepin' busy?"
Danny was a good looking lad, in his teens but looking even younger. In fact, he looked so young people often thought he should be home with his mother.
Danny Muldoon had yellowish blonde hair that came down to his shoulders. For a kid his age, he was very small and shy and kept to himself.
Lots of his peers thought him a sissy, but this was not true. Because of his size, his hair that his mother encouraged because it made him look so much like a little golden blonde girl, the kind of daughter she'd always wanted, never had, Danny had a kind of inferiority complex. This was another reason he kept to himself. Why he was especially happy with his library job.
Danny liked girls. He often felt his prick stiffening when he'd think about them, or when he'd rent or buy a dirty magazine featuring pictures of gals and guys in all kinds of sexy positions, sucking, fucking, licking, pissing and stuff like that.
He got into the habit of jerking off whenever he got the chance and he had elaborate procedures, just as young Nora did, to prevent any kind of detection from either library patrons or the nosy supervisors who worked upstairs.
Nora climbed down onto the cement floor. "Oh, yeah, you know, Danny," she said, grinning, "there's always so much to do." She paused. "What brings you over to my neighborhood?"
Usually Danny worked in the Physics or the Science sections, also Geology and Oil Exploration and Coal Mining.
"Oh, nothin' much. I was just gonna take my break. And I thought I'd tell you the news."
"What news, Danny?" Nora sat down o the three-legged stool but made sure her skirt was prim and proper. Although she liked Danny a whole lot, she never really had too much to do with him. She had to be careful because several times she thought she saw him with a hard-on, and she couldn't afford to get the young kid horny. Besides, she often told herself, she never could be sure how discreet the kid could be. He yacked a whole lot and liked to gossip with the other part-timers.
"Well," he began, kneeling down to reverse a book that was upside down, "they went and hired the new libby (a pet name for a librarian). "
"They did?"
"Oh yeah," he answered seriously, his eyes looking over the spines of the perfectly filed books. "Yeah, ad she's real young. Kind of pretty, too.'
"Really? Oh wow. But not like Miss Withers, huh?"
"Not too different," said Danny, wrinkling his brow like a much older person. "She's young looking but you can tell she's not."
"About how old is she?"
"I'd say over thirty. I ain't sure."
"Danny, you shouldn't use the word ain't. You know better than that," she said, making a face and shaking her pretty head so that her hair tumbled.
"Yeah, I know."
"What's her name?"
"It's Peggy something."
"Not Margaret?"
"That's what I heard, Nora."
"Nice figure?"
"Oh wow, nice titties, nice bottom. Wears stockings, and heels."
"Really?" Nora exclaimed. "And makeup?"
"Yeah."
"Geeze," said Nora, "I can't figure them hiring another one who wears makeup like Miss Withers did. I'd have thought they had enough of makeup, high heels and short skirts."
"Evidently not," said Danny Muldoon. He liked using scholarly words like evidently. It sounded very impressive
"Oh wow." Nora looked up. She was just in time to see Danny brush his hand quickly over his crotch. Although he was standing with his side to her, almost his back, in profile, she could still see his groin. She sucked in her breath. Danny was getting stiff. There was no doubt about it. He was!
Nora looked away. Probably it was because of talking about the new libby. She knew how much Danny liked to talk dirty ... that is, sexy, about things but she could never get too involved with him. But this new, Peggy person, well, she said to herself, she must have really gotten to Danny to get his cock hard just talking about her.
"So when's this Peggy start working?"
"I hear she's coming down to the stacks today. You see," he said, "but then you know this as much as I, Nora, they're taking her on the grand tour."
"She's coming down here?! Oh God, I'd better get this dirt off my hands!"
"Yeah, me, too," said the young boy. "You want to go first, Nora?"
The bathroom they shared was for both boys and girls.
"Thank's, Danny, you're sweet."
"Ladies before Gents," he grinned, making a little bow.
The moment she was gone, the bathroom being about five aisles away, Danny got down on his knees. Taking out his cock, he began jerking the shaft with his fingers curled around the thickening penis.
Next he bent his nose and his mouth close to the three-legged stool on which Nora had been sitting. He grinned as he savored the delicious aroma of the damp wood. When he stuck out his tongue and began to lick and lick the surface of the stool the way he did girl's bicycle seats, there was no doubt in his mind that she'd been sitting on the stool with her bare ass and her bare cunt. God, he cursed under his breath, the seat was still warm, if not hot from contact with her naked buttocks and cunt.
He licked and licked and then sniffed and sniffed as he kept pulling himself off, squeezing his cock and pinching his balls as he kept tasting the sexy, spicy cunt juices she left on the stool.
This wasn't the first time he'd done this. It wouldn't be the last. That was. for damned sure! As he sucked the seat, he jerked off until he felt his prick about u, shoo;.
This was one of his luv orifice "get back a; you" tricks. He knew that NoTH had this one favorite stool. Wherever he worked in the stacks, whether or not there was a stool already in the aisle, she would take this particular one with her.
How well Danny Muldoon knew this! Hadn't he sniffed and licked every damned stool down in the library's stacks to make sure that she used only this one when she jerked off?
Oh, Danny well knew Nora was a jerkoff just as he was. No, he'd never really seen, caught her, but he could tell. She was always getting real nervous and then, maybe in fifteen minutes, she'd be all glowing and relaxed like a ragdoll.
He was the same way. When he'd have to put a whole wagon load of books back into the stacks, filing each under the Dewey Decimal system, he'd be all wrought up too ... until he jerked off and came all over his hand and then, with no place to wipe it, because his mother didn't let him use handkerchiefs, he'd have to suck up his own scum, licking his fingers and the palm of his hand clean.
He also knew Nora did this, too. Once he'd accidentally held her hand right after she was so nervous and afterwards, he smelled and licked his own, and it tasted real funny so it had to be the taste of hot pussy.
Danny was sure of this!
IV
The toilet the stack part-timers used was far in the rear down on the second level of the double basement. Down here it was dark, scary and so quiet you could hear mice nibbling the glue in the spines of ancient books nobody ever looked at anymore.
A very peaceful place.
Inside the roomy, tiled bathroom there were two toilets. There was also a long urinal, the kind you used to see in old bars that ran maybe about six feet against the wall. The one here no longer worked because the plumbing had gone bad. So if you had to piss and you were a boy, you used the toilet bowl.
The second toilet was used as a broom closet. This second toilet probably worked but there was such a pile of heavy encyclopedias balanced precariously on top of the lid, it was never used.
A sign over the working toilet told the users to please leave it as clean as they found it which was like a bad joke.
The part-time boys who used this toilet invariably pissed over the seat, not raising it as they were supposed to.
This meant two things: one, that the boys were kind of sloppy and, two, that the girls when they had to squat and pee or empty their bowels, they had to always keep in mind that if the toilet seat was wet from boy piss, then they'd either have to just sit in the dribble on the cold porcelain seat or wipe it off with toilet paper.
One of the things Nora loved most about this toilet was this fact. She adored sitting in the piss smelly toilet stall and especially after one of the boys had just used it, usually pissing all over the white seat or dribbling onto it as they shook their pissed out cocks, or when they dribbled onto the cold cement floor. Often when she'd be sitting on the wet seat, feeling the boy's cool piss wetting her body, she'd stare down at the wetness on the floor and feel very aroused, sexy and horny. Often she'd finger her clitoris as she waited for her bladder to burst and when it did, her warm yellow urine splashing out and squirting into the bowl, she would raise up and deliberately piss all over the seat.
She would sit back down then, squirm around until her skin was really wet. She'd slide her panties back up, loving the feel of the nylon clinging to her thighs and the pressure of the damp crotch pushing between her moist cunt lips.
On this particular occasion, having just learned about the appointment of Mrs. Peggy Morton, Nora discovered that sure enough, one of the other boys had just been in there.
He must have squirted his hot piss all over the place. Locking the door, she got down on her hands and knees inside the stall. She sniffed the wet piss, then licked a drop of it that bubbled on the seat.
Rubbing her hands all over the seat she then transferred the wetness to her breasts up under her blouse. She loved to do this. It was so highly erotic, so really vulgar, debased. She would often think about what people might believe if they ever knew she did this perfectly terrible lewd thing.
Sitting on the toilet, slipping off her sneakers, then her white anklets, she balanced her bare feet up on the wet rim of the seat.
Spreading her thighs, she took out the hotdog from her bag. Wetting it inside her mouth, tasting her own cunt juices from before, she plunged it deep up inside her warm moist cunt.
The hotdog slid in easily and in seconds she was holding it tight, loving how greasy it was getting as she moved deliriously, loving the wild sensations as the hogdog tickled and slid over her burning clitoris and when it penetrated all the way in to a point she had a fear f losing it, she began to squeeze her cunt muscles.
What she really would have loved to do, she often thought, would be to develop her cunt muscles to a point they would crush, mash up the slippery wet hotdog.
But his never happened.
When her piss was over, she washed the hotdog in her mouth. She wrapped it back up inside the tin foil. At the sink she washed her hands and then ceremoniously, she pulled her wet panties back up.
Brushing out her hair, smiling at her reflection in the mirror, she returned to her position in the stacks. Danny was waiting.
"Gosh," he sighed, "you took a helluva long time."
"I had a lot to do," she said. He laughed. But he made no move to I leave.
"Don't you have to go, Danny?"
"Yeah, but I ain't all that full yet."
"How come?" She looked at him from the corner of her eye. When her eye slid down to his crotch she almost fainted.
Danny had his fly open. It was open!
"Danny...?"
"Yeah ... yeah, Nora?"
"Danny, you did say that this Peggy ; whatever was coming down, here to inspect the stacks?'
"Yeah," he replied. His back was to her. Nora knew exactly what he was doing. She kept her mouth shut. If she said as much, that she had noticed that his fly was open, then that might give him a kind of well, permission to ... and Nora didn't want to think about his possibility. Well, not at the moment.
Nora knew that it was inevitable that something was going to happensexually-between them. But she wasn't in any kind of hurry.
She kept telling herself this. She kept telling herself that he was too young, too little, probably too stupid to know what to do with his cock except maybe play with it, twiddle with it, maybe queer it, meaning let other boys play with it, maybe even kiss it for him while he kissed their pricks back.
This was altogether possible, Nora thought. Boys played among themselves, with themselves much more than girls did ... because boys had these kind of secret clubs girls never had.
Why that was-Nora didn't know.
"So, don't you think it's a good idea you go get washed up. like comb your hair. It's so long. You wanna use my brush. I know you don't have one."
"Oh I have one. I keep it hidden near the John."
"That figures," Nora smiled. "Look, Norry...."
"Don't you dare call me Norry. That is not my name."
"Oooops, sorry, Nora!"
While he was gone, she pulled up her skirt and taking her panties down, sat on the three-legged stool.
As she played with her clitoris, she unwrapped the hotdog, crumbled up the tin foil and ate the thing ... in three mouthfuls.
Before knocking on the door, a huge heavy oaken thing, to keep her appointment with the Director, Mr. Eidledown, Peggy Morton brushed her long fingers over her skirt, then over her blouse, making sure the blouse was tucked in properly.
Peggy was nervous. Mrs. Stanton would be joining both herself and the director within a few minutes.
Together they were going down into the stacks to meet what Mr. Eidledown laughingly called "the underworld" of the Wilmington City Library.
Since their last meeting and the astonishing revelation that poured from Mr. Edward Eidledown's lips concerning the vibrating dildo, poor Peggy Morton had been ill at ease and considerably nervous.
So nervous in fact that she'd ransacked, literally turned the shack upside-down like a burglar in search of the missing "sex object."
She'd no luck at all. She'd even squeezed the couch cushions, looked in all the containers in the kitchen cabinet. She'd knocked on the walls to determine if any were secret walls as they have in old castles and haunted houses.
No luck at all. At one point in her massive hunt, when she was sweating bullets, trying to make up her mind if she should tear up the floor boards, it suddenly occurred to her that maybe Mr. Edward was making all this up. It was some kind of a clever trap. Anything was possible. He was a strange man.
The total result was, unfortunately, that she'd been unsuccessful. And Mr. Edward didn't know this yet.
Peggy shivered. How was she going to convey this news to him? Would he look at her with big question marks in his eyes? If he did, should she, if this happened in the presence of Mrs. Stanton, tell him the truth?
A genuine quandary!
"Come in." This was a female voice.
Peggy turned the knob. It cost some really physical effort to push the heavy oaken door open. God, thought Peggy to herself, the door reached almost to the ceiling and it looked so high it could be on the third storey.
As Peggy entered, all she saw was a woman sitting behind Mr. Eidledown's desk.
This woman looked like Mr. Eidledown but she had long graying hair that reached down to her shoulders.
This strange woman whom Peggy had never met or even been informed about, was wearing pince-nez spectacles that came down on the septum, no resting on the bridge of the nose.
Peggy, for the brief split seconds she stared at the individual behind the heavy desk, was almost positive the woman had to be Mr. Edward Eidledown's sister, his spitting image.
"Come in, my dear," said the woman. Her voice was a medium-high falsetto, almost a squeak with some masculine tone in it.
"Sit down, my dear."
"Excuse me, Ma'am," said Peggy Morton, "but I can't get over the resemblance between you and Mr. Eidledown? Perhaps you are his sister?'
Suddenly the figure stood up. With a roar of laughter, Mr. Edward Eidledown, the Director and the Chairman of the Board of the Wilmington etc. etc., ripped off the wig, removed the feminine spectacles and beamed at Peggy.
"I wanted to try it out on you first."
Peggy couldn't stop laughing. She'd been genuinely surprised. She couldn't believe he'd go to this much trouble. Did she dare ask what it was all about?
Before she could, sitting down where he pointed, on a couch facing his desk, the Director spoke: "You see, my dear, we're having a little costume ball in celebration of our 100th Anniversary. It will be a wonderful masquerade and I had it in mind to go as a female. Wouldn't that be something?"
"I dare say it would, Mr. Eidledown."
"Call me Edward, please. Peggy, call me Edward."
Putting the wig away, smiling at her, he suddenly produced a bottle of port or was it sherry wine from one of his desk drawers.
He set three glasses on the desk. "Come up closer," he said. "Mrs. Stanton will join us shortly."
Peggy was very nervous. She hoped he'd say something about the sex object, the vibrating dildo, but it appeared he wasn't about to say anything.
Had he forgotten about it?
When a knock sounded on the door, he looked at her. "Would you get it please? Probably it's Mrs. Stanton...."
V
The following day after Mrs. Peggy Morton's inspection visit to different parts of the great library system she had no idea existed, she was alone in her new apartment collecting her thoughts and going over her new experiences since she'd taken the job and moved in.
She very much enjoyed the little meeting she had with Mr. Eidledown and Mrs. Stanton, but Peggy guessed and she knew she was quite right but she was discreet about it even in her own interior thinking ... and that was this: something very kinky, something very strange, bizarre, was going on between these two individuals.
There wasn't anything yet that she could put her finger on, except of course, the two major events in which each played her and his role.
The first, concerning Mrs. Stanton, was her open, even lewd display of her naked cunt the day she showed Peggy the shack, when they drank the toast in the champagne.
Peggy could still remember how physically aroused and titillated she had become, how she felt her breasts becoming more swollen, her nipples tightening. She could also recall her cunt leaking all over her thighs and later examining the flakes that had dried.
But nothing in particular had come of that. When they'd finished the champagne, both were somewhat tipsy and it was true that Mrs. Stanton, giggling and very happy, giddy almost, had to be helped out to her car; but what was strange about this?
Nothing Peggy concluded.
Then for the next several days Peggy didn't see Mrs. Stanton at all. This made Peggy curious, but then as she began to learn her new duties as librarian in the Teenage Department, it was true that Mrs. Stanton had little or nothing to do with this department. So, really, why should they have any dealings?
The second kinky thing, was, of course, her two experiences with the very interesting and somewhat mysterious Mr. Edward Eidledown, the first with the missing vibrating dildo, the second with his wearing the ridiculous female wig, scarf and the funny 18th century spectacles.
Peggy didn't know what to make of this. She really didn't!
In the bathroom, brushing out her long hair after having washed it for the first time in the apartment, nude, loving the freedom the new job gave her, not to mention the handsome salary, her thoughts flew next to the rather strange experience she had down in the stacks under the main library.
It was here she was introduced to a pretty girl with a pug nose, freckles, yellow-green eyes and a definite saucy manner.
She also met the boy and it was explained to her that these two young teenagers were part-time workers and seldom if ever were seen upstairs.
They both worked afternoons after school, five days a week. They came from poor families, Peggy was told.
Peggy had spent about half an hour being shown around in the stacks by Mrs. Stanton, then the older woman had excused herself while Nora took charge in showing the new librarian around, explaining different things.
"You like your work, don't you?" Peggy observed.
Danny was standing close. He was eyeing up the new librarian and Peggy was terribly conscious of his eyes caressing her body, lingering on her firm breasts then dancing over her nipples as if they had studied the ballet.
She was also conscious of his eyes on her firm buttocks so perfectly outlined under her clinging skirt. But what fascinated her most was when his eyes deliberately, or so it seemed to Peggy, dived between her thighs.
This reminded her of how Mr. Edward looked at her. Reminded of this, she shuddered. At the same time this peeping, so to speak, make her sexy; made her feel horny and wanting to play around; it also gave her the shivers, the kind of shivers she couldn't explain.
This Danny was also fascinated with Peggy's ankles, her high heeled pumps and of course, her nyloned legs. Peggy wore sheet nylon for this purpose. She loved when men were aroused by it.
Somehow, she was telling herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror as she continued to brush her hair, making cute faces at herself, wiggling her pretty nose, moistening her lips sensually, her free hand stroking one or the other of her lovely naked breasts, somehow the two, that is Nora and Danny seemed to be in some kind of conspiracy.
Peggy couldn't understand this, but when she was talking or listening to one, her back turned to the other, she had the sensation the one behind her was either ogling or making funny faces.
Then the suddenness of Nora inviting her into the secluded corner of the Anthropological section!? It was here that Nora climbed up on a ladder and, as she did, Peggy was certain, positive, that the young girl knew she could see right up her little mini skirt.
Peggy had caught her breath when she accidentally caught sight, well she thought it was accidental, maybe it wasn't but Peggy saw right between the young girl's legs.
Peggy gasped when she saw her little naked pussy, the outer lips of her girl cunt covered with sparse hairs, then the pinkish inner lips peeping through.
Peggy hadn't seen her cute little ass-hole, but she could well imagine, having one of her own. But what was so striking about all this was that the young boy, she couldn't recall his name for a moment, then remembered Jefrey, oh no, it wasn't that-it was Danny, well when Peggy had turned her head to see if the young boy was also conscious of the view from the foot of the tall ladder reaching up to the topmost shelf, her eyes blinked as rapidly as they would have were she driving and all of a sudden she saw an elephant crossing the road.
Danny was rubbing his crotch like mad!
When he saw that Peggy noticed, he suddenly dropped a book he was carrying, and Peggy saw right through this. It was on purpose so that he could bend dawn and in so doing, disguise the fact that he was playing with himself.
As Peggy recalled all this, a small smile came to her moist lips. She blinked into the reflecting mirror.
Yes, there was definitely something screwy about the whole business but where to begin to examine it, Peggy didn't know.
As she dressed leisurely after deciding her hair was just right for an evening alone at home, her new home, selecting a yellow chiffon gown, yellow spike heels that exposed her dainty toes and exaggerated the natural beauty of her heels, the curve of her ankles and her perfectly molded calves, the telephone rang.
"Now how ... who could that be?" she wondered aloud. She grinned at herself for talking aloud when no one was around. Didn't people going mad do just that?
Teetering on her spike heels, feeling her heavy breasts jiggling so excitedly under the yellow chiffon, she reached the telephone.
"Yes?"
"Hello. May I speak with Mrs. Morton please."
"Speaking," said Peggy, smiling into the receiver.
"Hello, this is someone you don't know. Did I wake you up?"
Peggy laughed. "I don't go to bed at this hour." She laughed again at the noise on the other end of the connection.
After all, it was only 5 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon. She said as much.
"Oh, I know," said the female voice with a lot of apology in it, "but I'm so used to saying that, you know what I mean?"
"I do," Peggy smiled. "So, whoever you are, I'm not asleep. How can I help you?"
"You don't know me."
"Well, that's easily understood," Peggy said in a soft voice, trying desperately to guess the age of the caller, "I'm new here."
"Yes, I know that."
There was one of these long silences Peggy always associated with teenagers, especially if they were girls.
"Well," the small voice went on, word for word, "my name is Sammantha Gibbons."
"Yes, Sammantha?"
"See, I got your name from the library and I checked it out and that's how I got your number, just in case you were interested, get what I mean?"
"I get what you mean."
"Well," said the voice, obviously a very young girl, "when Miss Withers ... that's Amy, when she was here in the job you took over, I was out there...."
"Out where, Sammantha?"
"Out there," the girl repeated.
"You mean out here, to my apartment?"
"Oh no, I've never been there. I mean, into the apartment."
"Sammantha, just what are you talking about. I'm afraid I don't understand you at all dear. I'm sorry, dear."
"Oh, how dumb of me, Mrs. Morton. What I meant to say, what I should have said, dear me, is out to the shack. You do know about the shack, don't you?"
Peggy blinked. What could this be about?
"Why, of course! I know the shack. You , do mean the one in the woods ... out behind the house here?"
"Yes."
"So, listen, Sammantha, what's on your mind, dear."
"You see, Mrs. Morton, I was out there a couple of times with ... with Amy ... I mean, Miss Withers and well, you know...?"
"...no I don't. What?"
"I left something out there?"
Peggy uncrossed her legs. Her hand flew to her naked crotch. One finger began to stroke her clitoris, two others dived into her swampy hole. She'd been leaking from the cunt since she came home from doing her shopping and she didn't understand this at all.
She'd earlier come to the conclusion that the new house had something to do with it: like it was sex-haunted if that was possible.
Peggy had never heard of anything like a sex ghost, but in this day and age, well . ...
"Sammantha, do you know what you left out here?"
"Of course," the girl replied, a smugness in her voice typical of the very young. "Sure." The girl said this as if Peggy were supposed to know right off what it was she left.
As this got through to Peggy Morton, she suddenly remembered the vibrating dildo of Mr. Edward Eidledown. And his odd, unexplained association with Amy Withers, Peggy's undisciplined, dishonorably discharged predecessor.
"What?"
"Well, it's a little hard to explain over the telephone because number one you might be being tapped, you know. You never now what's going on these days with the CIA and the FBI and the KKK and so on," the girl said.
"I agree. So what do you think?"
"Are you busy? Are you alone?'
"No, I am not too busy. Yes, I am alone."
"You sound like you're right with it, Mrs. Morton."
"I am, Sammantha."
"Mrs. Morton."
"Yes?"
"Can I come out to look for it."
"What time, Sammantha."
"like now, huh. I'm nearby, on my bike."
"Sure, come on."
"Mrs. Norton, I got a friend, can I bring him, too?"
"Bring him," said Peggy Morton, hanging up.
VI
The "X" shelf in any library that caters to the general public as did this one in Wilmington, means simply that this shelf or shelves, as the case may be, contains books dealing with sex and its different aberrations.
As we all know there are hundreds of variations on as many sexual themes as there are imaginations to conjure up fantasy and deviations that run the gamut from flagellation, bondage, homosexuality, enemas, water sports, brutality, humiliation, dominance, and the like.
Any book on subjects like these and others are usually kept from sight and are charged out only to so-called responsible people who use the tomes for scholarly research, et cetera.
The idea is, of course, to keep these sexy books from the hands of innocent pupils, students and virgins looking to take them out or steal them out to be jerked off over.
So-called purple passages exist and these pages are always well thumbed, easy to find and have kept company with hundreds of jerking fingers, fingers curled around thick hot cocks and fingers buried up into juicy young cunts and tight ass-holes of both sexes.
In Peggy's library, the "X" shelf just happened to be in the Teenage Department. This wasn't for any other reason except behind Peggy's office, there was much space so these dangerous books were stacked here.
But it wasn't Peggy's job to dispense them. This was the task of a certain Mrs. Quinn. She was a woman in her late twenties and looked like what a librarian is supposed to look like.
That is, she had short, frowsy brown hair and pimples on her face. She was always blowing her nose. Mrs. Quinn wore flat heeled back shoes that did absolutely nothing for her.
She had tiny feet but unshapely ankles. She always wore cheap cotton stockings, dark skirts and blouses and often dark glasses even inside the libe as she did her work.
There was no special reason that Mrs. Quinn should have been in charge of the "X" shelf, except that she was; and it was agreed among the other people who worked there that Mrs. Quinn did a good job.
She was very careful in who signed out what book. She was also quick to send them post cards when she found them to be overdue even one day. If they were overdue longer than three week days, she would telephone them at their homes.
Since most of her so-called customers were either psychology or medical students, or now and then a local medical doctor, she had a good rate of "care" as this is called in the library system, meaning she didn't lose any books and she also kept the bookkeeping down by making sure that the late fines never grew too unmanageable and the customer had to be charged for the book so that another could take its place in the stacks.
As can be imagined, many of these "X" books were rare. Some very rare, indeed!
There were all kinds. Some were illustrated, others not. Some were in Latin or other foreign languages. Many were in English.
The ones that were the most popular among the psychology students and those in the social sciences who took advantage of the Wilmington's large "X" shelf collection, were the books containing vivid and candid case histories.
These books were always well-thumbed, and dog-eared. They were also the books that drove poor Mrs. Quinn into a nervous state because they were the most often overdue or "lost."
When they were "lost" there was a simple procedure. The person who lost the book was expected only to pay for it. Of course, when a teenager would get hold of a really hot spicy, savagely sexy book, he or she would simply "lose" it, then pay for it and that would be the end of it.
But if Mrs. Quinn discovered one student "losing" more than one book from the "X" shelf within a reasonable amount of time, then she became instantly suspicious and when the student wanted to take out another sex book, she would have misgivings. Often she would refuse to let the book out. This meant that it had to be read openly in the reading room where Mrs. Quinn could keep the reader in sight to make sure he or she didn't rip out any of the "purple" pages, or the sexy pictures.
Needless to say, if you wanted the book only to read and make yourself horny, it was hard to do this and jerk off at the same time under the eagle eye of Mrs. Quinn behind her desk that supervised the view of the reading room in which the "X" books were permitted.
And you can believe it that Mrs. Quinn, despite her physical appearance and definitely unsexy behavior, didn't miss a trick where any misbehavior or open sex play was evident.
Many times a student or just a normal person reading one of the "X" books would feel aroused and excited in his balls, prick or breasts or cunt and this would be quickly communicated to Mrs. Quinn.
She could almost feel this kind of electric excitement and when she saw someone masturbating or gently rubbing his or her genitals, she could sense also their own sexiness.
Behind the protective shelf of her big desk stacked high usually with piles of books she had to examine for one reason or another, her hand would fly up under her skirt.
Mrs. Quinn, despite what one would have thought of her, never wore panties. Her hairy cunt was always bare naked and available to her greedy fingers.
Mrs. Quinn loved to masturbate. She loved to wiggle her fingers in, to feel the delicious wetness, her slimy inner lips and her meaty outer lips all covered with her rich creamy juices.
Sometimes when a young boy or a young girl, usually on a ruse or clever excuse of some kind and often with forged papers from their high school teachers would be permitted to read one of the hot, sexy "X" books in the reading room, Mrs. Quinn would know immediately that they were either copying down the raunchy sections or just reading them with their hands deep into their raincoat pockets.
This would whip up Mrs. Quinn's emotions into a wild frenzy. She would be overwhelmed with a kind of exhilarating ecstasy that would have her cunt seething, steaming.
As she would stir and scramble her fingers inside her cunt, even bending forward to poke one finger up her always hot wet ass-hole, she would glue her eyes to the student and behind her dark glasses never be caught.
Sometimes a student, mostly boys, would come into their pants and she would see them in the throes of a violent orgasm, making faces, their lips parting, their eyes sometimes rolling back into their heads.
When she would spear her fingers deep up inside her hot pulsating ass-hole as she watched, rather stared at a young girl or even older women whom she knew was masturbating, she would fantasize herself down on her knees, the girl or woman in front of her.
This girl would have her skirt up. No panties covering her delicious cunt, her cunt ripe and full of thick slimy juices.
Mrs. Quinn would imagine herself down on her knees, her own ass sticking up in the air. She would make believe some student was playing with her ass-hole working his prick head over it. Or she would pretend the boy behind her was slapping his heavy, hairy balls up against her bare buttocks.
Sometimes Mrs. Quinn would make believe she was sucking on the girl's toes, or even the toes of a good looking boy, pretending these naked toes were little boy pricks.
Although Mrs. Quinn had never sucked a prick or a cunt, or even came close to licking or sucking one or kissing some hot moist ass-hole, there was nothing to stop her from her lovely delicious hot, racy fantasies.
Mostly, however, she enjoyed the young ones. These really got her hot and horny, making her ravenous and greedy for sex. She would become obsessed with sucking and kissing, wanting an appetizing ass-hole or a lovely young virgin cunt, hungering to be down on her knees lapping, kissing and licking the enticing lusting hole.
When she got a chance to pull her skirt all the way up and sit on her naked buttocks when there were only a few people in the library before it closed at nine o'clock every evening except Sunday when it closed at five o'clock, she would use a small rounded vitamin bottle.
She would drive this into her open cunt. Then she would grip the rim of it and push it in and pull it out. How she dearly loved this!
Or she would use a pencil, one of the thick crayon-like pencils she worked with. Bending over, as if looking for something on her crowded desk, she would slide the crayon up into her ass-hole, then sit down.
With fingers driving relentlessly into her cunt, her thumb pinching and tossing off her burning, fiery clitoris, as she stared at someone in the room jerking off, the orgasm that would plow into her would make her whole body churn and convulse. Her breasts under her plain black sweater would sizzle. Her cunt would be so humid, weeping, then dripping as she continued to jerk off as the person in the room was doing under the impression no one could see them, believing it to be a great secret.
Little did they know that the small, mousy librarian behind the stacks of books at the end of the room was jerking off in rhythm or even in unison with them.
Mrs. Quinn also had a fantastic desire to flash her naked cunt or her ass and although she would spend hours thinking about this and wondering about the wild, wonderful consequences, she could never bring herself to do it even if she knew the person in the reading room was a stranger and would never return to the library or the town.
So, this was Mrs. Quinn and how she worked and where she worked.
Of course, she had her favorites, that is, some boys and girls whom she'd let take out the "X" books who always used them to jerk off with and she knew this as well as they did but nothing was ever said, of course.
Lots of times when a particularly dirty book was returned by one of her favorites, boy or girl, she would take that book home with her and examine every page in the purple sections to find if any scum or cunt juice had stained the pages. And when she did, when she found a dried up glob of scum, she would smile.
Lots of times she would actually lick up the spot or kiss it and make believe the scum was fresh or the girl's juices were fresh and so tasty. Of course, they never were, but to Mrs. Quinn this brightened up her otherwise dull existence.
One of Mrs. Quinn's favorites was a young girl who lived with her mother and teenaged brother. Often, because this girl, very pretty and very sexy, would smile at Mrs. Quinn and now and then "accidentally" brush her young ripe breasts over Mrs. Quinn's elbow or upper arm, Mrs. Quinn would let her read the latest "X" books and often take one home with her.
This girl was named Sammantha Gibbons ...
VII
When Peggy Morton first saw Sammantha Gibbons, her already saturated cunt felt more swollen and wet than ever. The girl had long sexy blonde hair that tumbled over her shoulders, Sammy, as she was known, wore an off the shoulder blouse. Her large breasts, so perfectly shaped, were quite visible as were her erect nipples.
She wore a bright smile that Peggy hadn't expected because of the deadly serious tone in her voice when they'd spoken over the phone.
"Hi," Peggy greeted her, opening the door.
"Hi," said Sammy, I'm Sammanth."
"I guessed."
Peggy looked around. She saw only one bike. "I thought you said you had a friend."
"I did. But he chickened out."
"I don't understand."
"Let me in, Mrs. Morton and I'll explain everything," the young girl said, looking around to see if anyone was watching her enter the ranch house. The street was empty.
As Sammy entered Peggy's living room and sat down on the couch, then looking around and nodding her approval, as if she'd been there before but was really noticing the place for the first time, Peggy's eyes were quick to appraise
The girl was a teenager, to be sure, but she looked much younger. She was wearing a tiny mini skirt. She was barelegged but wore sandals that showed off her pretty toes and dainty feet.
When she sat down, her tight skirt slipped up and Peggy had a marvelous view of her naked legs, her white thighs and a brief but certain glimpse of her pale green panties.
Peggy still couldn't get over how sexy young high school girls were these days. Nothing like it when she went to school.
"So what's on your mind, Sammy?"
"Do you have something to drink, maybe?"
"You name it, soda, beer, coffee, tea...?"
"Any wine?" the kid asked, not looking up but trying to pull her tight skirt down lower but this having just the opposite effect.
' "Sure? But are you . ... ? "
"Oh sure I am, Mrs. Morton. All us kids drink when we get the chance."
"I have some brandy."
"Oh golly, yes! Let's have brandy. It really does things to me."
"like what, tell me," Peggy grinned, staring toward the cabinet across the room where the liquor was stored.
"Want the truth?"
Peggy turned to look at Sammantha. She had crossed her legs. Peggy could easily see her panties now, the crotch hugging her mound, the pale green fabric of the tight panties seeming to flirt.
"Of course."
"Makes me sexy."
Peggy laughed. "It does?"
"Oh golly, yes. It sure does. And I love it." The girl leaned forward to put a match into the ashtray. As she sat back, she stretched and the off the shoulder blouse slipped down a bit. The young girl's adorable breasts were now almost half exposed. And Peggy knew that Sammy was very much conscious of this.
"You have lovely breasts," Peggy said, openly admiring them as she placed the bottle of brandy on the coffee table in front of the couch, then after blowing a bit of dust from the wine goblets, joining Sammy on the couch.
"The boy's love them," the girl sighed, staring down at her milky white globes.
"And you love showing them off to the boys, I bet?" Peggy smiled. The sight of the girl's luscious breasts, so firm and shapely, so fully round and smoldering inside the cotton blouse aroused Peggy. She could feel her own nipples beginning to sting and down in her cunt she could hear it beginning to purr.
"I do," the girl admitted. "I love to get them all hot and horny."
"Do you let the boys play with your breasts, Sammantha?"
"Now and then," the girl replied. "Not too often. There's one boy who pays me to let him look at them all naked, and he pays me more if I let him kiss my nipples."
"Do you enjoy having your breasts kissed and fondled?"
"Oh, golly, yes," said the girl, smiling broadly. "Don't you?" As she said this, she reached down inside her blouse with one hand to caress then cup one delicious breast.
Peggy saw her fingers tweaking the erect nipple.
"Of course I do," Peggy said, feeling her cunt juicing up. "Of course."
As Peggy poured the brandy, she looked up. "I'd love to see all of them, Sammy; they must be very beautiful."
"Shall I take this off?"
"If you want."
"I can just pull it down to show you, if you want, or should I take it all the way off?"
Peggy shivered. Her cunt was pounding now. Her heart was also beating wildly and she could feel her own breasts swelling, her own nipples growing more firm and becoming more and more sensitive. She wished she hadn't put on her clothing and had greeted the young girl in her chiffon negligee.
"Take it off all the way."
"Want to help me?" asked the girl, wetting her lips, letting her eyes fall to wander over Peggy's full breasts. "Want to? The boys love to undress me."
"You're a little teaser," said Peggy. She let her eyes fall down to the girl's exposed legs. "You have panties on?" Peggy asked, knowing fully well she did.
"Oh, stop it," cried the girl. "You know I do. I saw you peeping," she said, then laughed. As she did, she raised up and with one tug pulled up her skirt, bunching it around her waist. Now she sat on Peggy's couch with her lovely breasts almost completely bared and her panty crotch full exposed.
"I was teasing," said Peggy. She reached forward then and was shortly pulling off the girl's blouse.
"God, your breasts are beautiful."
"The boys love 'em."
"They kiss them, you said?"
"Oh yes, and more. Johnny, he's the boy who got chicken, not the one who pays me, I let him in for free," she grinned, "well, he loves to bite my little nipples." She began squeezing each nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"And you love it?"
"Oh God, yes. Do you want to bite them. I taste good. Johnny says I smell great and I taste good, too, he's always saying."
Unable to resist a second longer and not givng a damn for the consequences, Peggy found herself bending forward, her face coming closer and closer to the delicious breasts, so full and ripe looking and so naked. Peggy's cunt was churning now and she could feel it leaking into her panties.
Sammantha held one breast out, in the palm of her hand, raising it up to Peggy's lips.
"Kiss it for me."
As Peggy's lips brushed over the erect nipple she felt the young girl's hand closing over the back of her head, pulling her close.
"Oh, yesssss, kiss it ... kisssssss it, yessss, oh, yes ... like Johnny. He loves to kiss it like that. Golly, your lips feel so nice, sooooooo smooth. Yes. Yes. Oh, Mrs. Morton, you really know how to kiss, don't you?"
"I love it. It's my first time."
"Is it? Oh golly, I love it too. God, do you want me to do it to you? The same? I love to suck on things. I do. I've got a tiny problem," she grinned, "and all the boys know it and like me for it when they're not jealous...."
"What's that, little dear," said Peggy, now kissing and licking the rubbery nipple, taking it between her teeth, nipping it gently, then sucking it into her mouth at the same time she used her tongue.
As Peggy sucked on the one breast, she was stroking the other. She loved the smooth firm texture of Sammy's breasts, how warm and silky they were and how eager her nipples were as she moved her sucking mouth from one to the other.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you," said Sammy.
"Oh come on, dear. Why not?"
"Well, we hardly know each other," she said reaching over to empty her glass of brandy, feeling the heat sink down into her loins, loving the sensation.
Peggy laughed. "I think we ... well, here I am kissing and stroking your lovely breasts ... and we hardly know each other?" she laughed again.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Morton. But you're so different from all the others ... I mean, the librarians. You're sweet but so sweet and understanding ... well, I just don't want to shock you."
"Tell me, dear," Peggy urged, now rubbing her lovely breasts together, licking the silky undercurves, then playfully biting her nipples before washing them with her flattened out tongue as Sammantha began to writhe and move sensuously back and forth holding onto Peggy's head, her fingers caressing Peggy's neck and slowly sliding down to stroke her shoulders.
"Okay, but only if you ... if you ... well, you know what I mean, I guess."
Peggy sat back. She grinned. "I bet you want to show you my breasts, huh?"
"Yes." The girl leaned forward and before Peggy could realize what was happening, young Sammantha had her hands up under Peggy's cashmere sweater. When her little fingers began caressing and playing with her breasts, Peggy ripped off her blouse.
In an instant, Sammy's lips were brushing over Peggy's breasts. Sammy was tonguing her nipples, then biting on them. When she began to suck on her breast and then suck harder and harder, making loud noises, Peggy's hands flew to the girl's thighs and in another second she was pulling down her pale green panties.
"Oh this is so good," the girl sighed. "Yessss, oh, I want to be naked with you ... I so want it. I knew all the time ... I knew you'd be hot ... ohooooo, I love this," she cried, biting on Peggy's nipples as her fingers massaged them, as her teeth bit deeply into the soft curves of Peggy's large breasts.
"Darling," moaned Peggy ... "Darling, shall we get all naked?"
"I am, almost ... I am, almost," she cried, kicking off her panties, then hugging Peggy's close, brushing her lips over Peggy's lips and then insinuating her tongue into Peggy's warm, wet mouth.
"Oh God, yessss, let's make love ... oh, I want to ... so much. I'm so starved," Peggy was crying as she felt Sammantha's hand guiding one of her own between the girl's warm, silky thighs, her fingers brushing over the girl's tender pussy lips, feeling the wonderful tangle of bushy hair, then feeling the delicious wetness between her lips.
"I knew it ... I knew it ... Ohooooooo, finger me, yessss, finger me ... Oh, God, yessss, stick in your fingers," Sammantha was squealing, opening her thighs, slouching back into the couch and throwing her legs and sandaled feet high up over Peggy's naked shoulders ...
VIII
As Peggy slowly oozed her finger into the delicious slimy wetness of the girl's sweet pussy, she couldn't believe all this was happening. This was truly her first time with another female. She hadn't told Sammantha a lie.
But that didn't mean that she hadn't hungered, most of her life, for such an experience, one almost exactly like the one she was enjoying now. She loved the fragrance of the young pussy, how slippery it was, how nice and wonderful it felt to glide her fingers through all the sloppy wetness and listen to the gurgling liquid squishy noises.
"I love what you're doing," moaned Sammy. "I do."
"...and I love doing it to you, honey, so much, oh, I do indeed," Peggy was purring, her face in the warmth of the girls adorable breasts, her tongue licking and teasing, her teeth nibbling on the hard rubbery nipples.
"And it's really your ... I mean, you've never ever done this ... before?"
"Never."
"But you're ... you're so experienced. God," the girl cried, "I love how wet you're making me. You've got a marvelous finger," she smiled softly.
"Thank you."
When Peggy began to tease the sensitive clitoris, then flick it and finally, pinch it between her thumb and index finger, the girl was writhing and rotating her hips ...
"Oh, God, that's sooooo nice. I love it! I love what you're doing ... Oh, God," she cried out as Peggy was sucking on first one breast then the other at the same time she was irritating and stimulating the clitoris.
"I love it. It's so nice. It's so good. I love it!"
When Peggy took the girl's lower lip into her mouth and began sucking on it, running her tongue all over Sammy's mouth, licking her nose, then kissing her passionately, often forcing her tongue into the silky mouth, Sammantha sucked on it as if it were a prick.
"Darling ... darling ... I love what we're going," Peggy cried, loving it when the girl's tongue would sneak between her lips, when Sammantha's tongue would lick her chin or dark down to her bare shoulders.
When Sammantha's loving fingers caressed and fondled Peggy's luscious breasts, her fingernails scratching the lovely curves, Peggy would croon and whisper, moving sensuously, drawing up her knees, hoping Samantha would take the initiative and slide her hand up inside her skirt, play around with her panty crotch, even sneak her fingers under the tight elastic and finger her wet hole.
"Darling . ... ? "
"Yes?" breathed the girl, feeling more and more passionate as Peggy's lips worshipped her titties, as Peggy's fingers roamed down her naked back to fondle and caress her naked buttocks.
"Do you like what we're doing?"
"I love it. I love it!"
"Am I your first girl?"
"Oh yes. Yesssss," the girl sighed, stretching her naked body, throwing her long legs wider apart, exposing her glorious young cunt as Peggy feasted her eyes on it.
When Peggy cupped her cunt and began to manipulate the outer lips with her fingers, squeezing her pussy and then patting it gently, Sammantha thrusting her pelvis out, wanting more, moaning and whimpering, Peggy was sure she could go further ... but she was still leery.
Why she suddenly felt this way, she didn't know. But since this was Sammantha's first adventure into homosexuality, Peggy thought it would be constructive were she to just take her time.
What point was there in rushing anything anyway? Were she to scare the young girl off now that they'd gotten this far, well, she told herself as she kissed and licked the sparse growth of hair in her armpit, sniffing in the delicious aroma of sweat that began to collect in her little hairy nest where the texture of the growth was just as fine and rich as the bush between her thighs ... it would be a crying shame.
"Sammy...?"
"Oh, yessss. I love it." The girl's head was thrown back. She was cupping her own breasts, massaging them rubbing them briskly, stroking her rigid nipples, tweaking them as Peggy licked the lovely curves, often licking Sammantha's fingers as they aroused and stimulated her nipples.
"Sammy, remember there ... there was something you were going to tell ... to tell me?"
"Oh, I've forgotten," the girl moaned as Peggy once again began sliding her lingers in and out of her cunt, stabbing them in deeper and deeper with each firm thrust, pulling them out slowly before spearing them back up inside, loving the feel of the gluey wetness inside the bubbling hole.
"No, you haven't," said Peggy, pulling her fingers out with a great whooshy, then sucking them into her mouth as Sammantha looked up at her with a tender smile in her eyes.
"I'm embarrassed a little."
"You can tell me," Peggy urged.
"It makes me feel funny ... I mean, if I tell you. You'll probably think I've got no character, something like that, Mrs. Morton."
Peggy could easily see the girl was worried about whatever it was she'd had on her mind earlier. But she persisted. Now, as the girl was writhing and thrusting on her impaled fingers, Peggy just had to know whatever was bothering her, her little secret.
"Is it really a problem that I can't solve?"
The girl laughed. She sat up, brushing her lips across Peggy's naked breasts, smiling up at her as she licked with her tongue.
"Well," Sammantha said slowly, "it's ... oh, I better not."
"Please ... pleas e?"
"You really want to know? You want me to tell you, don't you?"
"I do." Peggy held the girl's head with both hands, her warm palms caressing the girl's cheeks, her hands exerting pressure on her head as Sammantha's lips and tongue made love to Peggy's silky breasts.
"Well, you see, it's my reputation."
"I don't understand."
"Do you know what's being oral means."
"Why certainly."
"What do you think it means, Mrs. Morton?"
Peggy smiled. She pressed the naked girl closer. "Well, it means your mouth is very sensitive ... and especially in making love. That's one of the many things it means, Sammy."
Sammantha giggled as Peggy's hands reached down her bare back and began scratching her hips and her lovely plump buttocks.
"So, that's what my mouth is," Samantha said in a soft whisper as Peggy nuzzled her breasts, as Peggy hoisted up her own skirt so that now her panties were visible. Glancing down, Peggy could see how wet the crotch was, her juices having saturated the thin nylon fabric. This excited her.
"That means you like to kiss ... to suck, that's all, Sammy."
"I know."
"And you do, yes?"
"Oh God, do I ever?"
"So how's this a problem. We all like to suck and lick and kiss...."
"But ... well, you see, it's this way, Mrs. Morton. It's got to do with boys, see?"
"Well, what's abnormal about that? Boys love to kiss and, well, boys are very oral. I've known quite a few men who...."
"...but not like the boys I know, I'll betcha," said Sammy, interrupting.
"You like to kiss them?"
"Oh God, do I ever...."
"But not just their mouths, is that what you're trying to tell me, Sammy?" Peggy held her closer and now they were rubbing their naked breasts together.
"I love what we're doing to each other," the girl whimpered, then moaned when Peggy squeezed her nipples one after the other.
"Answer me, darling."
Sammantha kissed her. "Yes. But you won't be mad at me if I admit it to you?"
"Why should I be, darling?"
"Because lots of people think it's dirty."
"Tell me what you do."
Sitting up, crossing her legs and looking like a young doll with her long hair streaming over her naked shoulders and curling around her splendid breasts, Sammantha reached for her brandy. She sipped it thoughtfully.
"Well, you see, Mrs. Morton, it began with my brother. I would kiss him to sleep and he'd always push my face down lower, know what I mean?"
"Towards his penis?"
"Yes, but he called it his cock."
"Towards his cock, then? I like the word cock."
"So do I. I love it. I love cock, too."
"Oh darling," moaned Peggy, kissing her, taking her little hands and placing them on her full ripe breasts. "Play with me, darling. Play with me."
"I do, Mrs. Morton," she said, using her eager fingers energetically, squeezing Peggy's swollen breasts, stroking and fondling, her eyes filled with smiles.
"You see," she continued, letting Peggy slap her breasts lightly, enjoying the new sensation and especially the noise of the slap slap slap slap as Peggy aroused the deeper lust in her young body, "you see well, I may as well say it right out, he got me to kissing his cock, then taking it into my mouth ... and I got to yearn for it after a while."
"Was he older?"
"Ten years."
"And how old were you. How long ago, dear."
"I was ten."
"Oh my God."
"Yes ... but that's not all. He would come into my mouth. He would shoot his goo all over my face, and all over my backside when I'd lay on my belly. Then, he'd rub his scum into my skin and tell me it would make my skin soft and silky the way yours is.
"And you, see, well, Mrs. Morton, I got to believe him. And it was true, like other kids I never got any pimples, no nothin' like that. My complexion was always fine. Just fine."
"So then, what...?" asked Peggy sipping from her glass, then refilling both glasses, handing one to the young girl.
"Well, pretty soon he was tickling my ass-hole with his tongue and he'd get me doing it to him."
"And you liked that?" Peggy asked, her eyes glowing and hot passionate lust churning up inside her cunt.
"I loved it ... I loved it."
"So, how's this a problem?"
"You see, I trusted one of the boys at school ... to let me suck him off, lick his cock and his balls and finally he let me tongue his ass-hole. He loved it. I really ate him out whenever we had a chance."
"What happened then?" asked Peggy, her cunt on fire, her nipples stinging.
"He got mad at me one day and told the other boys what a slut I was and the dirty nasty things I did and they ganged up on me one day and made me eat and suck all of them...."
"And...?"
"This is what's so terrible." She paused, her eyes averted. "I loved it!"
IX
At the same time Peggy Morton was wildly excited with the lurid image of many boys forcing the young girl to lick their cocks and kiss their moist ass-holes and as Sammantha described it, "eat up their sweaty balls," she was alarmed.
"But it's ... well, I mean, couldn't you get in trouble with you ... your parents, or people at your school ... if the news ... if they found out?"
"Well," the girl answered, lying back, one naked leg high up on the back of the couch, the other drawn up at the knee, her thighs wide open as she nonchalantly played with her furry pussy, "my parents
I don't worry none about because they don't give a shit about me."
"I'm sorry to hear that, dear."
"Don't let it bother you. I doesn't bother me. If I come home, they don't care. If I don't they don't care either ... so what should bother them about me taking on five or six boys and eating them out?"
Peggy had to grin. "I see."
"And as far's my reputation at school's concerned, there's two opinions. One is that I'm a slut, and the other is nobody would believe it if they wanted to."
"That you suck all those cocks . ... ? "
"Yes," Sammantha giggled, "and all those tasty sweaty ass-holes and the balls. If you've never had a mouth full of hot hairy balls, you don't know what you're missing," she giggled again.
"But then your reputation isn't all that bad?"
"Not really. Look," the girl said, sinking two fingers into her cunt, then pulling them out to rub the slimy juices over her tight little ass-hole that Peggy could see so clearly.
"Look, if they're gonna talk, they're gonna talk. There's nothin' to be done about it except just laugh it off, see?"
"I see." Peggy watched, her eyes eager as Sammy began to tease and tantalize her ass-hole. Peggy couldn't believe it when she saw the one finger push its naughty way about one inch up inside her anus.
"Do you like playing with your ass-hole?"
The girl smiled. "I sure do. The boys got me into it," she said, her finger now sliding in deeper and deeper as Peggy's eves widened.
"How?"
"Oh by wanting to frig me there."
"Frig?" Peggy had never heard the word.
"Yeah, frig. It means ... well, it's like finger-fuck."
"I see."
"I love it."
"Sammy, do the boys ever try to stick ... well, their cocks up into your ass-hole?"
"They do but I don't let them. I'm not ready to get into that just yet. I'm too young."
"I see. Just their fingers?"
"Yeah, and sometimes I let one of them, his name's Raymond, I let him lick me there He's good at it. I kind of like him. And boy oh boy, whatta cock he's got, Geesus, it's about nine inches, as thick as the handle of a baseball bat."
Peggy was now casually fondling and caressing her own pussy through the nylon crotch of her panties. God, her parity crotch was soaking. Never had she been so excited just talking. She couldn't keep her eyes away from Sammantha's fingers. She loved watching the girl as she masturbated and played with her cunt. It was so terribly exciting!
"You just lick him off, suck his cock?"
"Yes, it's terrific. See, when he comes, it's a whole lot, so thick and creamy gooey the first time, but the second, and I'm not sure which I like best, but the second time he shoots off, it's all thin and watery and I really get a mouth full."
"He comes in your mouth?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Mrs. Morton."
Peggy's cunt was so inflamed now she was beside herself with lust. Her clitoris was on fire, white hot and stinging as if she'd had a clothespin squeezing it, a trick she sometimes played when she was hot and terribly sexy.
Sammantha looked down at Peggy's fingers. She smiled. "You jerk off a lot?"
"Well, not a whole lot. Do you?"
"No, but I really take to it. I love to just finger myself down here...."
"...your cunt?"
"Yes, my cunt and just lay there and day dream. And that's what maybe it's all about my coming here to see you. God, I almost forgot, imagine that?"
"I was going to remind you, dear," said Peggy, "but we've been having so much fun."
"We have," the girl agreed. Pulling her fingers out of her cunt, she sniffed them, then about to put them back, Peggy gripped her wrist.
"Me, too?"
Sammantha grinned. "Sure. I smell all smoky hot. I'm really all slimy, here," she said, holding out her sticky fingers.
When Peggy brushed her lips over her fingers, Sammantha sat forward and began to rub her hand over Peggy's crotch, her little hand cupping Peggy's cunt over the nylon. Then she offered her lips to Peggy.
"You smell so great, darling," said the older woman.
"I taste good, too. I love to taste my cunt."
Peggy sucked on her fingers. "Give me another taste, a big one this time," she said.
"Oh, I love this," Sammy squealed, inserting two fingers into her hot cunt, wiggling them around and when they were cooked, ready and dripping, with a big smile, she pulled them out.
"Here's a big taste," she laughed, watching closely as Peggy took the sticky, dripping fingers and opening her mouth wide, fed them inside.
"God," Peggy exclaimed after sucking the fingers clean, licking each one and loving it when Sammy would move it around inside her mouth, over her teeth, inside her cheeks.
"You like it, huh?"
"You taste delicious."
"You wanna eat me?"
"Oh darling! yes. Ask me again."
Sammantha's eyes twinkled. "You want to eat my cunt?"
"God yes ... yesssssss. Ask me once more."
"I'm making you hot, huh."
"You're killing me."
"I love it."
"Ask me ... ask me. Oh, God," Peggy squealed, "what I want is for you to tell me!"
"You mean like make you eat me."
"Oh yes ... say it again."
"Mrs. Morton, get down and eat my cunt."
Peggy was literally drooling. "Again ... again, darling."
"Eat my cunt. If you don't eat my cunt, I'll do something ever so terrible. I want you to eat my cunt. I'm really slimy. I want that tongue of yours buried up inside my juicy cunt."
"Oh God, yessss. Yesssss. Oh, I'm so horny. My cunt's on fire, darling."
"Let me see it."
"Oh God, yes. Sammantha, you want to see my cunt?"
"Yes. I want to see it."
Sammantha reached forward and in seconds she was tugging down Peggy's panties.
"The crotch is soaked," the girl exclaimed, her eyes flashing.
"Oh, yes it is. Let me see ... let me see," she said to Sammantha who was inspecting the slimy wet crotch of the silky nylon panties still warm from Peggy's body.
"Sammantha, Sammantha!" Peggy almost screamed as the young girl began to rub the warm panties all over her face. She stuck out her tongue and right in front of the panting Peggy, began to lick salaciously.
Peggy couldn't believe her eyes as she saw the pink tongue licking the crotch, then when Samantha began to rub the crotch all over her shining face, Peggy almost cried aloud.
"Oh God, what you're going ... it makes me so hot. It makes me sooooooooo horny, Sammy."
"You smell great. I love how you taste, too. Oh it's sooooo yummy," she said, licking and then chewing, making exaggerated motions of gobbling up Peggy's panties, her eyes flashing.
"Sammantha...?"
"Yes. I know what you want ... I do."
"Tell me what I want, Sammantha. Tell!"
"You want me to eat you ... your cunt."
"Oh God, yesssss. I want to eat your cunt. I want to get down on my knees and suck the piss out of your cunt, Sammantha. Do you hear me, darling?" Peggy was groaning.
"I want you too, Mrs. Morton. God, my cunt's on fire for your tongue."
"I want to kiss your hot cunt ... I want to eat it. I want to suck you off ... oh, God ... I do ... I want it so bad ... I need it!"
Within seconds, Peggy Morton was down on her knees. Sammantha sat up on the back of the couch, her knees wide apart, her thighs spread, her cunt lips wide open.
"Suck me!"
"Oh God," Peggy squealed. "Oh God;
I'm going to eat you ... I'm going to eat my first cunt ... I want to suck it ... to eat it ... Oh, God, oh God. Yesssssss!"
When Sammantha grabbed Peggy's head and brought her perspiring face closer to her hairy cunt, she threw back her head. "Eat me. I'm so hot ... eat me, oh God, yessssss," she screamed when she felt Peggy's tongue slide between the wet slimy lips of her cunt.
"Suck me ... oh God, Mrs. Morton, suck my cunt. Yessssss. God, I knew it ... I knew you'd be good. Oh God, what took me so long? Geese, you've got no idea how sex mad I am. Oh, yesssss, eat my cunt like that. Yessss, chew on it ... bite me. Oh, yes, don't be afraid. Yessss. I love it. It's so good. Soooooooo very good. I love it I love it!"
Soon Sammantha was pumping back on Peggy's flushed face, rubbing her hot slimy wet cunt all over Peggy's chin, her eyes, her forehead.
As Peggy wormed her tongue in and out, as he bit and chewed on the plump lips of the young girl's virgin sex, she felt her own passions rising like a giant sea wave, beginning to rumble and grow more frantic, her passions sweeping over her body, making her shiver and tremble, igniting fires in her cunt she couldn't make herself believe.
"Suck me ... oh, yesssssss!"
Peggy looked up. "Oh my darling," she moaned, reaching with her hands to fondle and massage the girl's breasts glistening with hot salty sweat.
"I could eat you alive, Sammantha. I love your cunt. It's so perfect. It tastes heavenly."
"Suck me. Don't talk. Put your fingers up inside while you eat me. Suck me ... ohooooo, like that. Yesssss. Just like that! Oh wow oh wow oh wow!"
The more deeply Peggy's fingers and tongue penetrated, the more frantic and frenzied Sammantha became.
"Oh God," she cried out, "you're making me want to piss. Eat me. Eat me. EAT IT!"
"Piss darling. Oh yesssss. I want it. Give it to me," said Peggy, almost yelling as the girl kept thrusting, pumping her cunt hard against Peggy's dripping face.
X
The following Monday, Sammantha Gibbons appeared in the library main reading room. It was early. When Mrs. Quinn saw the young girl enter, her heart thudded.
Seated behind her desk piled high with new stacks of books and magazines she had to enter into the general catalogue, her hand stole under her skirt.
As usual, she wore no panties. As usual, her cunt was wet, just from thinking about Sammantha Gibbons. She licked her lips when she saw the girl approaching.
"Good morning, Mrs. Quinn."
"Good morning, Sammantha."
"Did you, eh, did you, find the book?" the older woman stammered. The mere presence of Sammantha made her feel excited. Her heart and her cunt seemed to react, her heart by beating wildly and her cunt by churning and leaking. She could feel her cunt lips wetting up.
Sammantha shook her head. "No, Mrs. Quinn. I don't know what to say ... except it's lost and I just guess that I'll have to pay for it ... like I did...."
"...as you did on three other occasions, Sammantha," said the woman, her voice stern and unfriendly. "I'm sorry."
"I believe the book you owe us for ... the one you've just lost," said Mrs. Quinn, looking through a pile of papers on her cluttered desk, "was entitled, "The Sex Life of Robinson Caruso," was it not?"
Sammantha couldn't meet the woman's eyes. "Yes."
"And here I thought that you'd take good care of it. That's why I trusted you, Sammantha."
"All I can say is that I'm sorry, Mrs. Quinn."
The woman frowned. "Well, I don't know the price right off so that I can order another-that is, if I'm lucky enough to find one. You know it's an out-of-print item."
'Tes, you told me."
"I don't know what to say to you, Sammantha. You should be punished, not just asked to pay for the book."
"I'm sorry."
"You should be spanked."
Sammantha Gibbons hung her head. She was blushing. Then she looked up. "What's worse, Mrs. Quinn, and I'm so sorry I could die, is that I won't have the money to pay you back for ages."-
"I expected that."
"I'm sorry. I just wish there was something I could do to make it up to you ... and to the library."
"Well, you are, you realize, not to be trusted again with any volume on our "X" shelf."
"Yes, I know."
There was a long silence.
"Sammantha...?"
"Yes, Mrs. Quinn?" she replied demurely, keeping her fingers crossed, looking as pained as possible.
"Perhaps you might want to sort of help me after hours? In what way I'd be willing to reconsider what you owe."
Sammantha looked up. "To tell the truth that wouldn't be a bad idea, Mrs.
Quinn. But why don't we just agree that you spank me and that would be the end of it," she said, her cheeks reddening.
Mrs. Quinn's heart did a trip-hammer beat. She felt her breasts swelling, her cunt mound beginning to ache. Oh God, she told herself, this young thing drove her wild with passion and lust.
Mrs. Quinn could feel spicy sensations crawling all over her naked buttocks, between the crack of her plump buttocks. She loved the tangy feelings in her cunt.
When her heart stopped fluttering, she said, "Sammantha, that's not a bad idea." She wondered where she'd find the courage to spank the girl.
"It would have to be done properly, that is, if you are to understand what the punishment represents, yes?"
Sammantha's head was still hung low. "Yes," she muttered in so low a voice Mrs. Quinn hardly heard her.
"Yes, Sammantha. You do understand me?"
"Oh yes, Mrs. Quinn. I do ... then," she said, a tiny grin lighting up her eyes, "then if you spank me and I'm punished I won't have to pay for the book, is that it?"
"Yes. Yes, that's it, Sammantha."
"And ... Mrs. Quinn...?"
"Yes?"
"And could I, I mean, would you let me back onto the "X" shelf again ... maybe after hours as you said, with no one around, you'd let me look at some of the other "X" books?"
"Maybe?"
"So when do you want to spank me?"
Mrs. Quinn shivered. Her nipples seemed ready to explode. Reaching under her skirt, she inserted three fingers deep up into her hot cunt. She inched forward on her chair, spreading her knees wide apart. With her other hand, she caressed the inside of her naked thighs, then working her other hand over her hairy cunt as she stared into the young girl's eyes.
"Tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Yes."
"Not now?"
"Sammantha!"
"Yes, Mrs. Quinn. Yes?" she asked eagerly, licking her lips suggestively, knowing this would excite and arouse the older woman. It always worked with boys so why not with women, Sammy said to herself.
"You'll do as I ask. Otherwise, you are expected to pay for the book, the books, I might add, or otherwise I will have no option but to speak to your parents...."
Sammantha interrupted, "What's an option, Mrs. Quinn?" she asked playing dumb.
"Choice. I'll have no choice but to...."
"Okay ... okay. Tonight then. What time."
"After nine."
"Here?" the young girl asked, nodding. "Yes. Come at five of nine. I'll let you in."
For Mrs. Quinn, that day was one of the longest in her life. She was constantly glancing at her watch. How time dragged! It seemed interminable.
By the time the library closed, at 8:30 p.m. because the next day was a holiday, Mrs. Quinn was beside herself with apprehension.
Would Sammantha appear? Would she call up with some flimsy excuse? If she did come, how would she get the girl into a position where she'd have to take down her panties and show her naked behind?
Oh God, Mrs. Quinn swore under her breath, pulling out the tampax she'd inserted up her hairy cunt to suck up the leakage that wanted to pour out of it every time she thought about the coming spanking session.
Several times, she sucked on the tampax, working her fingers up into her cunt at the same time. Oh God! What would she do if she lost control of herself and wanted to drop to her knees and kiss the burning ass cheeks? Oh God!
What would happen if for some reason Sammantha liked the spanking? Oh God, just the thought of this threatened to drive Mrs. Quinn out of her mind.
Somehow the day ended. By eight p.m. with Sammantha due in less than an hour, Mrs. Quinn was as nervous as a humming bird.
She had soaked two tampax clean through. Her clitoris, from twisting and teasing and pinching it, was raw.
She had also fingered her ass-hole until it was raw, red and angry-looking when, down on her knees in the women's toilet, she held a hand mirror to examine it.
Finally when everyone was gone and the porter had turned down the lights and said good night, Mrs. Quinn went into her office.
Opening the draw she took out the leather belt and the wooden spoon she'd brought from her apartment during the lunch hour.
When she whipped the belt through the air it sang a song of pain. She crisscrossed it, then slapped it loudly on the table top in the private office. This would be the scene of the spanking, the scene of the gross humiliation when Sammantha, her lovely young behind completely naked, bent over the table, her face buried into a pillow so her sobbing wouldn't be heard by the night watchman.
God, Mrs. Quinn couldn't wait. She was trembling. Her lips were parched, her throat dry. She was covered with sweat.
For the occasion, she wore a light cashmere sweater, a skirt, sandals, and nothing else; no brassiere, no panties, no hose. She felt scandalously naked, perverted.
Once more checking the main reading room, she returned to her office. She turned off the overhead light. On her desk, she snapped on the lamp. A soft yellowish-orange light fell gently over the table on which she could visualize the young girl lying, her panties down, maybe off altogether, her blouse pushed up, maybe off altogether like the panties.
God, the woman swore under her breath, maybe she'd be able to come up with some excuse to get Sammantha Gibbons entirely naked. The thought of seeing Sammantha's glorious breasts, so ripe and so swollen as she imagined them under her blouse or sweater when she saw her at other times, made Mrs. Quinn's mouth water. A ringing in her ears refused to go away and she was constantly pissing or sprinkling just a little yellow urine. That's how nervous she was becoming.
When it was five to nine p.m. on the wall clock, she went out of her office, locking the door behind her.
Going through the empty library, not a sound to be heard, all the chairs in their places at the long empty tables, she felt a sudden pang of guilt.
She didn't understand why she felt this. What could it mean. Was it possible that she could get into some kind of terrible trouble? By taking an under-age girl, stripping her naked, or maybe only half undressed and whipping her with a wooden spoon and a belt.
She tossed her head. From the pocket of her blazer, she took out the small half-pint bottle of whiskey from which she'd been sipping for half an hour. She needed strength, courage if she wasn't going to back out after spending a long, long day becoming more and more agitated, more and more nervous and so sexually hot, she thought she would lose her mind.
As she approached the side door that gave access to the 'employee entrance' to the library, she saw Sammantha!
Her heart beat so rapidly, so furiously, she worried momentarily about a heart attack.
But as she opened the door from the inside, sliding back the bolt, she kept her face averted. She lived in fear of attacking the young girl, of throwing herself into Sammantha's arms, of crawling on the floor in front of the girl, of begging to kiss her feet, lick her toes, swallow her piss or drink from her ass-hole.
But gripping herself, taking a deep breath and holding it, she opened the door.
"I'm on time, Mrs. Quinn," Sammantha said, "and I'm ready to do anything you want me to."
"Anything?"
"Anything...."
XI
Unknown to Mrs. Quinn and Sammantha Gibbons as they entered the private office behind the great desk overlooking the main reading room of the Wilmington Library, Danny and Nora were still down in the basement stacks.
With special permission from their File Supervisor, they were working until ten p.m. These extra evening hours were on a time-and-one-half basis and the two could use the money. Besides, working overtime meant really less work, more fooling around time and better pay-so why the hell not was the way each figured.
Besides, opportunities like this didn't happen often enough. They also considered themselves very lucky because they were paid "supper money" which, of course, they didn't spend for supper, having brought peanut butter jelly sandwiches from home.
Sitting together at a long wooden table in a windowless room floors below the main reading room upstairs, this room used by the staff for recreation or relief periods, they'd just finished eating when Nora thought she heard a wild scream somewhere in the huge library building.
"I didn't hear nothing," said Danny. He was getting another coke from the dispensing machine. He poured white rum into the can after emptying half of it down the drain.
"It sounded like a woman, maybe a girl, in pain," said Nora, cocking her ear. She didn't hear any continuation of the wild yelp, more a scream of surprise than anything else, so she relaxed once more.
"Gosh," she exclaimed in a whiny voice, "we've got another hour and a half."
"Yeah, ten thirty, right?"
"Right, and there's no way of ducking out sooner. The guy, the watchman at the front door would rat on us. He's evil."
"Yeah, so I heard."
As Danny sat down at the end of the table near the door that led to the staircase that fed upstairs, he had a good view of Nora's sexy legs.
The young girl's skirt had hiked up and she wasn't all that conscious that she was exposing so much white silky flesh Danny could also see the humid crotch of her panties and this thrilled him.
Being quite positive that she couldn't see him and wouldn't make any effort to-because she was reading one of the books from the "X" stack, he gently zipped down his fly.
Reaching his fingers in, he gripped his slowly lengthening prick. Slowly he played with it. He squeezed it. When it really stiffened and felt hot and thick in his hand, his fingers curled around it with another pressure and soon he was masturbating in a slow, exciting pleasure-giving rhythm.
He loved the idea that he could stare down at the end of the table, imagining all sorts of things like how hairy Nora's baby cunt was, what color the lips were, was she juicing up from reading the "X" book things like this.
It was so still down in the basement room as Danny licked his lips and imagined himself down on his knees, his pants down to his ankles, his ass high up in the air feeling the cool breeze on his ass-hole, at the same time lapping Nora's cunt contentedly, licking the inside of her sweet thighs, sniffing around her moist humid ass-hole. Thoughts like this made him hot and horny as he continued jerking off.
Suddenly, there came a loud yell! This time there was no mistaking it. A wild scream, this followed by another then another, but the last, more a whimpering scream, one dying out like a wailing caught by the wind.
Both Nora and Danny stared at each other.
"What could that be?"
"I haven't the slightest." .
"God!" exclaimed Nora, genuinely alarmed. "It's a female's voice alright."
"Sure is." Danny's eyes lighted up, "but it don't sound like there's real pain there. At least not to me," he added.
"Funny you say that. I was thinking the same."
"Should we investigate?"
"Maybe it's none of our business. It could be Mr. Eidledown and you know how kinky he is. He could be listening to one of his funny records up in his office alone."
"Could be. He sure has a pile of them on his Hi Fi, you know jungle sounds, railroad whistles, the ocean, stuff like that, I've heard them from time to time."
"Me, too."
Again came a loud yelp, then a burst of wild laughter. Danny looked at Nora mystified. Quickly, he put his cock back into his pants. This was getting serious.
"It's plain we're not alone, Nora."
"Obviously," the girl sniffed, shrugging her shoulders.
"I think we should investigate."
"Could mean trouble for us, snooping around, not working."
"Look, you stay down here. I'll go up and see what it's all about, honey."
"Don't call me honey, I'm Nora."
"Okay Nora, take it easy, huh?"
Five minutes later when Danny hadn't reappeared and Nora began to get nervous, feeling scary being all alone down in the bowels of the library, she turned out the light. Taking the front staircase after walking the length of the underground stacks, she came up quietly to a door that led into the main reading room.
Standing still, she listened closely. She could hear low muted sounds that no sounded very much like flesh hitting or striking flesh, sometimes the noise reminding Nora of someone clapping their hands in rhythm like at a rock concert.
But now and then this slap sound would sound more harsh. Nora was bewildered. What could it be? What could it mean; and in the public library at an hour as late as this?
Stealing closer to the main desk, she stood still. In the shadows, near a corner column, she could see Danny. He could not see her. Why was he standing like that?
"God," she said under her breath. Danny had his pants down to his ankles. His shorts, too. He was jerking off furiously, looking at something. What could it be? The sight of his white cock in the soft light in the main reading room got her hot and bothered.
Stealing closer and closer to the door to the private office in back of the main desk, Nora got down on her hands and knees. Creeping now, she came up to the swinging door that opened into the desk area where Mrs. Quinn was accustomed to sitting every day.
Pushing the door open gently, it never squeaked she'd noticed before, she slid into the desk area. Curling up in one corner, she sat back on her haunches. She could still see Danny and now, suddenly, as her eyes grew accustomed to the dim light inside the private office, she saw something else!
"Oh God!" she whistled under her breath as her body stiffened. There were two naked females at a small desk in the private office. Stark naked!
In seconds Nora recognized one as Mrs. Quinn!
Nora almost fainted. Mrs. Quinn naked in the library. Fantastic! Incredible!
And who was with her? Nora could see a smaller body with large breasts and plump buttocks. The girl was bending over the desk, her hands stretched out in front, her long hair covering her naked shoulders.
The girl's naked ass was clearly visible even though Mrs. Quinn, down on her knees, her hands massaging the bare buttocks, was also rubbing her lips over the cheeks.
Nora's cunt almost exploded when she finally fit all the pieces of this bizarre jigsaw puzzle together. Yes, by God, Mrs. Quinn was licking and kissing someone's naked buttocks, her hands spreading the cheeks wider apart.
Nora could even see Mrs. Quinn weaving between the ass crack as the girl was rotating and gyrating her hips, sometimes opening her thighs wider, closing them, bending down a bit, then straightening up as the tongue worked furiously in the warm crack.
Nora's fingers up inside her own cunt were working just as frantically, her clitoris burning, white hot now as she fingered and pinched it.
The girl bent over was moaning as Mrs. Quinn's tongue and fingers increased her passion. This was very clear to Nora.
When Nora saw the older woman again spread her ass cheeks wide apart and then appear to be tonguing her ass-hole and the meaty lips of her hairy cunt, Nora felt a sensation so overwhelming, she began to tremble and shiver as her fingers worked up inside her own pulsating cunt.
"God," Nora kept saying over and over to herself. Who would have ever believed Mrs. Quinn capable of something like this? No one! No one is a hundred million years.
Then Nora learned something else. As the older woman wet the young girls glistening buttocks with her saliva, sometimes even spitting gobs of her saliva on the white naked cheeks, she picked up a long wicked-looking leather belt.
Raising it high in the air, she swished it angrily making the belt sing as it sliced down on the girl's bare behind.
Nora saw the girl leap up as if she'd been burned. And then came the wild cry, the scream as Mrs. Quinn's arm became a blur in Nora's eyes as the whip stung her quivering flesh time and time again, Mrs. Quinn mumbling something about "X" books getting lost.
Oh wow, was Nora's total reaction. Although she'd certainly read about this, things like this in the purple passion sections of case histories, this was the first time she witnessed it. God, it was a thrilling sight.
Each time the belt would sing through the air, making a whispery, then a hissing noise, before it would sting across the gleaming white flesh now all marked with red welts that Nora could see plainly in the soft light, Nora's cunt would weep, then purr, then begin to pound so hard, she would feel weak in her knees as she'd continue to masturbate her clitoris and stab her other fingers, four of them at once, up into her saturated cunt.
Now and then when she'd be able to tear her eyes away from Mrs. Quinn and the quivering girl, she'd be able to see Danny. like herself, and this brought a grin to her lips, he was jerking off like mad. She was absolutely fascinated with the size of his big cock and also how fat and how very white it was. This thrilled her. She'd had no idea. As he stood there, his legs astride, she could even see his balls swinging gently as he pulled his meat. God, thrill after thrill shot like electric sparks through Nora's body as she watched, swinging her eyes from one spectacle to the other.
Then suddenly, everyone, Nora, Danny, the young naked girl and the whip-lashing Mrs. Quinn heard the same noise.
It was the night watchman making his rounds. In less than a minute the lights in the entire main reading room would switch on automatically ...
As Nora fled on bare feet, removing her sandals, holding her panties between her teeth, she just missed crashing into Danny who had taken his pants off altogether.
"C'mon ... c'mon ... c'mon," he whispered in a hoarse voice, grabbing her by the hand ...
XII
When Mrs. Melissa Stanton first became aware of Mr. Edward Eidledown's sexual fantasies, there was no doubt in her mind that she could use this knowledge profitably.
In the first place, she told herself once she learned the older man's secret, were she to discover some clever way of letting him know and keeping it discreet, she would never have to worry about the security of her job as senior librarian.
This was that kind of plum job of a lifetime with great pay, many fringe benefits such as free rent and gasoline for a "company" car; plus a generous vacation annually and all the sick time off one could use.
In second place, her intimate knowledge of his kinky desires would also liberate her own. For years Melissa Stanton had been annoyed, if not altogether distressed by a fantasy that kept cropping up every time she'd have some kind of sex with one or another of her infrequent lovers.
Invariably these men reached their own personal pleasure and orgasm long before she was even close to the point of feeling her vagina swell up much less explode in that kind of frenzied joy she would never forget.
But this was an old story. There was little one could do about getting fucked to one's satisfaction unless-one took on a gang of horny men or young football players or got herself a good solid, vibrating dildo.
Well, the possibility of Mrs. Melissa Stanton's ever recruiting a gang of footballers or young boys to fuck her silly the way she craved, was out of the question.
No way!
The only other way then, was to somehow get hold of a dildo she could use to fuck herself with.
As the weeks passed and she was using different objects up inside her hot hole, she found none of them, including a coke bottle, really satisfying.
It was also out of the question for her to purchase the kind of vibrating dildo machine her little heart and hot cunt desired because of the risk of having her needs exposed. It was altogether too dangerous.
As flukes will happen, on the day following the abrupt dismissal of Miss Amy Withers and this sexypot moving from the free ranch house that came with the Teenage Department job, it befell Mrs. Stanton to check over the apartment before the new employee, Mrs. Peggy Morton would move her things in.
Early in the morning, Mrs. Stanton drove out to the ranch house. After supervising its cleaning, she decided to inspect the small rustic shack out behind the house, buried in the deep woods.
This would be her first visit and she'd always been curious to learn what the shack was really like.
After making herself comfortable, she poured a ready-mixed cocktail she'd brought along in her sack. Seated now on the couch facing a really imagine large fireplace, she began to reminisce about her sex life.
She had no idea at the time why this particular subject popped up. It just did. Raising her skirt, she slid two fingers under the elastic of her lace panties. Soon she was drinking the mixture of gin and tonic, enjoying herself, a small transistor radio playing soft dance music as she played with her meaty cunt lips, twisted and curled her fine blonde hairs and twiddled with her erect clitoris.
As she was doing this, she looked casually at the fireplace. Something unique caught her eye. There was something sticking out from the pile of wood stacked on one side. It looked as if it didn't belong there.
Getting up, humming along with the music, she crossed to the fireplace. Removing several oak logs, rather heavy, her eyes lighted up! What was this?!
Melissa couldn't believe her eyes. It was a long thick, about eleven inches worth of polished ebony dildo, a genuine double phallic instrument. Examining it closely, she quickly discovered an electric plug outlet in the very center of the thing.
What could that mean? She wondered about this, dusting off the instrument. Then, as she sat back down on the couch with it, sniffing it, even tasting it and discovering a new taste, she began to experiment by pushing it an inch or so up inside her hairy cunt.
Within moments she was happily jerking off with the long dildo, shoving it in cruelly, pulling it out, moving the bulbous head of it over her clitoris, sometimes licking it and taking the tip into her mouth, having a good time.
When she finished the drink, she regretted that she'd not bought two of them. Finally, when it was time to go and she was satisfied that the new Mrs. Peggy Morton would enjoy her new home, she drove back to the city.
In a hardware shop she purchased an electric cord for the dildo. At home she almost fainted when she inserted the black instrument deep up inside her cunt and turned on the juice.
God, the thrill was so intense she could feel her ass-hole burning. Not only was her clitoris fluttering, and her cunt throbbing but her breasts were also vibrating.
The stronger she moved it in and out, the more passionate she became. When she'd pinch her clitoris at the same time she'd stroke or tickle or caress her nipples, her body would tremble and her loins convulse as she jiggled the phallus, thrashing on her black satin sheets as one orgasm after another exhilarated her to the point she feared she'd become hysterical from the excitement.
The more sloshy and slimy her cunt became, the more vigorously she fucked herself. The hot aroma of her cunt assailing her nostrils increased her passionate lust. As her heart thundered and she felt her cunt spitting, then showering the slippery shaft of the artificial cock, she felt absolutely depraved, perverse and corrupted by the wonderful tool.
All that night she fucked herself. When her cunt became raw and extremely sensitive, very tender, she got some ointment and after greasing the ebony black phallus, shoved it up her ass-hole until she couldn't bear it any longer.
She couldn't describe the absolute rapture, how gluttonous she was becoming, ravenous for the tool, hungering for two at once, one up her ass, the other vibrating at full blast inside her greedy cunt.
In the morning, Melissa Stanton was so exhausted she called in sick. It was later that afternoon that Mr. Eidledown called to find out how she was feeling and at the same time, ask her if she'd inspected the shack in the woods.
"Why yes, of course. It's already for her (meaning the new librarian). "
"I see."
"Is there something else, Mr. Eidledown?"
"No." A long pause. "But you did go over the whole place, eh?"
"Oh yes." Something in the tone of Mr. Eidledown's voice sounded very nervous, afraid.
"And nothing unusual?"
Melissa Stanton knew at once now what he was inadvertently alluding to: the ebony dildo! This fact shocked her. What connection did he have with it.
"No." They shared a few more words, then they hung up.
The following morning, Melissa had it all put together. She had been well aware of Mr. Edward Eidledown's penchant for dressing in female clothing when he had the chance, always pretending he was going to a costume ball at his private men's club.
Melissa saw right through this. Once she saw him wearing dark nylons and behind his desk, a pair of women's high heels.
Another time, looking for something on his desk (with his permission) she found a package from the lingerie boutqiue of one of the local department stores that catered exclusively to women.
Yet on another mission to his office, she smelled a very expensive perfume. Immediately, she thought some exquisite woman had been in his office. His secretary told Melissa no one had been in there except for Mr. Eidledown.
With the dildo wrapped up in brown paper inside a shoebox, Mrs. Stanton knocked on the library director's door.
"Come in, please."
"Good morning, Mr. Eidledown," said Melissa cheerfully.
"Good morning, Mrs. Stanton. Happy to see you feeling well." His eyes darted to the shoebox.
"Buy some shoes, eh?"
"No."
"Oh ... what?" he asked when she put the shoebox down on his desk blotter.
"Remember your question about finding anything unusual in the shack in the woods?"
Mr. Eidledown blushed. He turned beet red. As his eyes seemed to avoid the shoebox, he began to tremble. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the second of two dildoes he had kept safely in the shack when Amy Withers was living in the ranch house. No question at all. He'd located the first and he was somewhat relieved; but the second he'd given up for lost ... for ever, believing that possibly and happily, Amy Withers had taken it.
He cleared his throat nervously. "Ah hem."
"Don't you want to look what's in the box," she grinned. The way he was cringing, she knew she had the goods on him. She also knew now that he visited Amy Withers many times. This had been rumored, and now the presence of the vibrating dildo made the point.
"Well, not right now ... I'm sort of busy...."
"I know what it is, Mr. Eidledown."
"You know what-what is?"
"The artificial phallus inside the box."
Mr. Eidledown swallowed hard, almost choking, his face getting redder.
"And," she continued, smoothing down her blouse, allowing her fingers to linger on her swollen breasts, looking her boss dead in the eye, "I happen to know it belongs to you, Edward," she added, using his first name, hoping it would have a calming soothing effect.
"I don't ... know ... what ... you ... could mean!"
"Yes you do."
"I don't," he insisted, squirming under her gaze. Now Melissa Stanton was rubbing her hands over her outer thighs, spreading her legs slightly.
"It's a very efficient thing," she smiled.
"What is?"
"What's in that shoebox!"
So he fussed and fidgeted but not for long. When Melissa took the handsome ebony dildo from the brown paper, holding it up, sniffing it, even licking it then wielding it at him like a blackboard printer, he knew he had no choice but to know what she was talking about. There was no way of getting around her incriminating smile.
"This is what you meant, isn't it, Edward?"
He shook his head, not daring to look up at her although she was now nonchalantly rubbing the dildo over and between her swollen breasts, licking her lips suggestively.
"Isn't it?"
Finally he had to glance up.
"Yes," he admitted.
"It's yours, isn't it?"
"Oh God, yes," he cried, flinging himself at her feet as she took the long electric cord from her pocket and looked around for a plug to insert it in.
XIII
When Peggy first saw the writing on the wall, so to speak, she knew she and Sammantha Gibbons would become very good friends.
After that first hot spicy session with the young girl she wondered why it had taken her so long to realize who she was, what she was, how she really felt about things sexual. Now she knew. She really knew!
But when she saw young Sammantha Gibbons a second time, she could hardly believe the way she felt. What the girl told her ... about her experience with Mrs.
Quinn-whom Peggy feared for reasons she couldn't explain, was so world shaking, Peggy almost had an orgasm on the spot. She began to shiver as if she'd been lost in the cold, freezing weather for days following an air crash.
But what really promised to blast her wide open, almost destroying all Peggy Morton's values since she could remember, was her subsequent meeting with Mr. Edward Eidledown the day following the news that the night watchman at the library had unsuccessfully chased two naked, stark naked females of no known identity, right out of the library into the street.
At least that was his story.
He said that upon the automatic flash of the overhead lighting in the main reading room of the vast public library, it was like turning on the lights in a darkened kitchen is some tenement and finding cockroaches scurrying into corners and cracks in the wall.
He told the police how he chased one young girl carrying a pair of panties between her teeth. He claims to have seen a boy nude from the waist down with an erection a foot long.
Chasing all these nudies in the library just after he'd locked the place up for the night, made him so weary and exhausted, he said he almost had a heart attack.
After the local police investigated the night watchman's alarming statements, finding nothing they could pin down, it was thought privately by many that the night watchman had been drinking. A half pint bottle of rum was found down in the room where the employees relaxed on their free time.
The following day when things, so to speak, had settled down, the main reading room appeared to be perfectly normal.
Mrs. Quinn sat at her desk behind her usual stacks of books and magazines. She worked busily all day long, hardly speaking to anyone, concentrating.
In another office, Mrs. Peggy Morton was also taking care of her job as Teenage Librarian, doing the simple tasks her job demanded.
In the Director's office, Mr. Edward Eidledown was sitting at his desk in a state of what would have appeared to any stranger as unconsciousness. His office door was locked.
Had anyone been able to peer in, they would have been astonished. It was a mind-blowing spectacle! Seated on top of his polished mahogany desk, the tall window curtains drawn, stark naked except for spike high heels and black nylons that reached only an inch or so above her knees, looking like pirates' boots except for their ultra sheer silkiness that make her long legs more voluptuous and bewitching, Mrs. Melissa Stanton was casually playing with her naked breasts as Mr. Edward Eidledown, seated in his executive swivel chair wearing a chiffon negligee, a long blonde wig, his nipples rouged, his face made up, his naked body perfumed, his eyes twinkling behind his dark glasses masturbated his long thin prick while wearing suede gloves.
It was a sight that might have shocked the shit out of anyone familiar with the older man's strict baronial-like manners.
Resting in front of him on a velvet pad was the vibrating dildo. Next to its shiny ebony blackness was a small vial of expensive perfumed ointment.
"I suppose we're about ready," said Mrs. Stanton speaking in a low, husky voice.
"Yes, Mistress," breathed the man, still shaking from the ordeal of having admitted he was what he was and not what he tried to seem to be.
"Kiss my ankles," the woman commanded, sticking out one long leg, wiggling her high spike heel. "Lick the nylon from my heel up to my thigh," she added. "I want to watch your tongue."
As the ridiculously dressed Mr. Edward Eidledown obeyed, Mrs. Stanton pressed the switch that turned on the dildo. It began to hum and as it did, she could see the male's prick stiffening.
"Jerk it off."
"Oh God, yes ... anything ... anything . ... I will do anything you ask."
"Spit on it."
He knew what to do. Holding out his hard penis, he bent his chin down. Then gathering up saliva in his mouth, he let a gob of it fall. It splashed onto the head of his cock.
"Jerk it off now. Rub your spit into your prick."
As he obeyed, she raised one leg, putting her knee up, then balancing her high heel on the edge of his desk.
Taking the small vial of ointment, she rubbed the expensive oil into the ebony dildo. When it was glistening with the grease, she closed her eyes. Ever so slowly, she inserted the thicker end into her cunt.
As she worked it round and round, pushing it in and out, once taking it all the way out and bringing it up to his lips so he could kiss it, which he did eagerly, smiling up at her, no longer blushing but beginning to enjoy the first session he admitted he had longed for all his life, then shoving it back up to the mid point, she smiled at him.
"Get up in the swivel chair. On your knees."
He did.
"Reach behind you, brush away the robe and let me see your ass-hole. I want to see your balls."
As he did this, the swivel chair almost tipped over but he managed to right it.
"Now, spread your cheeks wide apart. I want to see you use the muscles of your ass-hole; I want to see you almost shit, do you understand me, Edward?"
"I understand," he replied in a quavering voice.
"Good," she said softly, able to see his sphincter muscle move gently, his forcing it open and closed, making it suck in and push out just the way she wanted it.
"Now, stick your finger into your ass-hole."
"Oh God," he moaned.
"Go on. Stick it in and I mean all the way up."
"This is embarrassing."
"You know what happens if you don' obey."
"Yes."
"What? Tell me. Tell me, Edward."
"You'll go away and leave me all alone," he whimpered.
"Worse than that. I might expose you to all your friends, tell them you love it up the ass, tell them you fuck yourself up the ass with a dildo. I'll even tell your friends and everyone here in the library that you pay young kids to fuck you up the ass. I'll tell all about Amy Withers; that's what I'll do, Edward."
"Oh God, no. Noooooo. I'll behave," he cried, wiggling his bottom like a woman, finally oozing his index finger all the way up inside his ass-hole.
"That's right. Good," said Mrs. Stanton
Getting on her knees now, the ebony diddler sticking out from her hairy bush, she gripped him by the flanks.
As she aimed the black dildo at his pouting anus, she scratched his buttocks with her sharp fingernails. Then she spit on his buttocks, rubbing in the warm wet saliva.
"Oh God, yes," he whimpered. "I want it up my ass. I want you to fuck my ass with the thing. I love it. I want you to hold me tight and fuck me like I was a slut, a bar whore. I want it up the ass. Oh, God, please," he was begging, writhing his buttocks, squirming on the creaky swivel chair, rotating his hips, thrusting back as she poised the head of the thick, blunt instrument at the moistened entrance of his ass-hole.
"I want to get fucked," he was crying out so loud Mrs. Melissa Stanton was almost sure his voice could be heard out in the corridor.
As her body leaned forward, she gripped the instrument with one hand, guiding it so it would not slip off its mark.
When she plunged the dildo straight up into his hot bowels, she flicked the switch on to high. The next thing she knew Mr. Edward Eidledown was fucking back on the tool as if he were glued to it and couldn't get it out of his sucking ass.
"Fuck me ... yesssss. Oh, God, fuck my assssss!"
This kept up for nearly fifteen minutes, the vibrating dildo humming, Mr. Eidledown trembling and rocking back and forth, holding onto the back of the swivel chair as sweat formed on his swaying balls.
"Yesssss. Oh, Yesssss. Fuck fuck fuck meeeeee!"
When it came time for the new teenager librarian to be interviewed by Mr. Edward Eidledown in regard to the scandal caused by the night watchman's report, and Mr. Eidledown, as director, was questioning everyone on his staff at the request of the investigating police, she was exceedingly nervous.
After listening to Sammantha's report on what had happened with Mrs. Quinn, how they'd finally ended up sucking each other's ass-hole, fingerfucking the other's cunt at the same time and finally decided to piss on each other's face before the rude interruption of the night watchman, Peggy Morton felt as guilty as if she'd been a part of the wild orgy in the private office behind the main desk in the reading room.
Gently knocking on Mr. Edward Eidledown's door, she put her ear to it when she heard no rustling of papers or the movement of persons or furniture, the normal indications of someone answering one's knock on a door.
When she tried the handle and found it turned easily, she knocked again. Still there was no reply.
She pushed the door open easily. Then as she looked around the door edge, her eyes almost flew out of her head! A wild tremor like that preceding a violent earthquake shot through her body, making her breasts tingle and her cunt begin to boil up.
Mr. Edward Eidledown was alone in the large office of the Director. He lay face down on a long expensive leather couch against the window overlooking the library park.
His face was buried in a pillow. He wore a long blonde wig, high spike heels. On his hairy legs were ultra sheer smoky gray nylons with a pink garter belt. His ass was naked and growing right out of it was the longest black phallic instrument Peggy Morton had ever seen.
As she looked at it, bewildered, the sight blowing her mind, she became conscious of a low humming sound.
Sure enough, the vibrating mechanism of the dildo was functioning efficiently. As Peggy gaped, then gasped again, she closed the door behind her. She walked back to her office unable to believe the utterly incredible sight!
XIV
After a week passed there was no further talk or gossip about the nudies running through the library. After concluding their investigation, all the police could learn and this added to what Mr. Eidledown had found out, was that the watchman was drunk.
He was punished by giving him a day off (a night off, actually) without pay. He accepted this dumbly. He swore he never drank rum and he would never think of it on the job.
But the subject or the event was not to be soon forgotten by Nora. The vivid sight she'd seen would always remain to haunt her. When she added to this the view of
Danny masturbating his white virgin cock which made her mouth water, then the glimpse of his balls swinging so obscenely that made her cunt actually sizzle as she pinched and plucked her hot clitoris-well, all this was enough to cement in her teeming brain forever a hot lust for sex she knew would never diminish.
As she watched Mrs. Quinn's long thick tongue dip into the young girl's ass-hole, the girl spreading her plump ass cheeks wide apart to admit the probing tongue, Nora's own ass-hole had grown hot and itchy.
How she'd wished at the time for someone ... anyone with a tongue like that to be down on his or her knees (she didn't care which sex: it could even have been a dog, she told herself later) poking her sensitive ass-hole.
Since that moment, she was forever playing with her ass-hole, poking objects up into it the way she'd used the hotdog up inside her greedy cunt.
Some days it was all she could think of and when she'd be working down in the stacks with Danny, some times her cunt would froth up something terrible when she'd recall the debauched scene upstairs.
Nora also noticed that the experience had done something to him. But she wasn't just sure what it was. He was somehow avoiding her. And when they would have to talk together down in the stacks putting books away, or having some other business that brought them together, he was invariably either cross with her or abrupt, or he'd ignore her altogether.
Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. She hated rejection and she figured this was what it was all about, where it was at.
This was yet another evening when they were asked to work late down in the stacks, coffee money and dinner money provided. At first Nora had been reluctant to say yes to Mrs. Peggy Morton when she asked, but finally with a little coaxing, Nora agreed.
Peggy Morton also noticed that when she asked Danny, he seemed preoccupied and didn't even hear her the first time.
Peggy had called him up to her office the day before. She was wearing a tight fitting knit dress. This emphasized her bountiful breasts and even showed her nipples and aureoles. She liked the overall effect, especially how free her luscious breasts appeared under the knitted fabric.
When she'd stride across her office, her breasts would sway deliciously, jiggling and even bouncing. She loved to watch them, looking down with pride. Often she wished she could go topless in the privacy of her library office, but she also knew she could never take the chance.
And often she'd think about Sammantha while she'd be working on this task or that. How much the young girl worshipped her breasts, how Sammantha loved to bury her face between them, to nuzzle in the warm valley. How Sammantha loved to massage and stroke them, how she would lick and then, glancing up with a tender glow in her soft eyes, suck in as much of the silky warm flesh around the huge nipples that she could. Sammantha loved to nurse on Peggy's big erect nipples.
This was precisely what Peggy Morton was preoccupied with, instead of doing her work, when she heard the light tapping on her door.
Her heart leaped! Could it be Sammantha? The girl had promised to visit her that afternoon.
"Come in, please."
Peggy always left her door open. This added certain thrills to the fact that someone might just enter when she'd be sitting behind her huge desk either fondling and playing with her naked breasts up under the sweaters she usually wore, or be sitting on her polished office chair with her skirt high up so that she could feel the coolness of the chair bottom on her plump naked buttocks.
"Why hi there, Danny," Peggy smiled. Since they'd met down in the stacks that first day when they showed Peggy Morton around, she had to admit there was something definitely sexy about Danny.
"Hi."
Not only was he young and good looking, but he had a certain kind of boyishness she loved. At the same time he had a young girl's sleek behind but strong wide shoulders and a pleasant smile. He took good care of his teeth.
"Got any idea why I called you?" Mrs. Morton asked. She crossed her long nyloned legs, deliberately allowing her knitted skirt to ride up exposing her silky legs high above her dimpled knees.
Today she was wearing the high heeled black pumps she'd worn that first day she'd met young Danny. She'd noticed quickly that his eyes had been drawn to them.
"Sort of," he replied, but with no enthusiasm. "Something wrong ... Danny?"
He shook his head. "No. Not particularly, Mrs. Morton."
"You don't look too happy, Danny."
"I know. I'm a little nervous. Can't explain it. Dunno what's causin' it."
From where Danny sat in an easy chair usually reserved for library officials and not the employees, but Danny, if he cared, didn't notice it, or he was unaware, he could easily see Peggy's long sensuous legs, the sheen of the sheer nylon, her curvy ankles and calves.
"The work down in the stacks is not getting to you, is it, Danny? I mean no sunlight, all that gloom all the time."
"No, it's not that, Mrs. Morton," he said, squirming a little, withdrawing his eyes as they caressed and admired. "It's my home life, I guess."
"Trouble at home?"
"Some. My old man's a drunk and my old lady's never home either. I get bored. That's why I work the stacks but...."
"You mean, you're growing tired of working the stacks? Would you like a change, something up here, or on the other floors?"
"Maybe," he said at the same time Peggy uncrossed then recrossed her legs. He had an excellent peep at the flesh of her thighs above the nylon stocking tops.
And Peggy knew he had, too. She could tell by his instinctive reaction. But when she saw him cross his legs to hide the unmistakable signs of his cock beginning to stiffen inside his jeans, she couldn't resist letting her eyes fall to his crotch. When she raised them up after several seconds, she saw the young boy blushing.
"Something wrong, Danny?" she teased. She leaned forward and her heavy ripe breasts undulated inside her knitted top. She glanced down to see her nipples pointing out lewdly.
"Oh no . ... no ... no, not at all," he stammered.
"Well, good," she said, sitting back. She then asked him if he wanted to work that night. "I'll be here," she added.
"...with Nora? Will she be working, too?"
"I hope so. I depend on her, Danny. Both you and Nora know the stacks better than anyone and I want to make certain dramatic changes down there. It's about time, don't you think, Danny?"
He nodded without taking his eyes away from her skirt. Now, as she had slouched back in her desk chair, her skirt was so high he could see the inside of her silky white thighs. She wondered if he could see her panty crotch. She was wearing pale pink panties that hugged her furry mound like a glove. "I do," he said, his voice low and hoarse. Pretending to think and turning her body sideways to study some papers, she nonchalantly began to unbutton the top buttons on her knitted top. As the delicious cleavage between her ripe breasts became visible, from the corner of her eye she could see how Danny's prick was thickening.
She loved the sight. She also loved how he was reacting to her seduction. Her own genital was growing hotter and hotter and he knew this as well as she.
"So, Danny," she smiled, turning again to face him, her knitted top open about six buttons down and the delicious curves of her swollen breasts deliberately exposed, "you will work then, yes?"
Danny's voice was so low, so hoarse and his throat was as dry as his lips were parched.
"So, you want to go home now and then come back?"
"I don't know," he replied, his eyes wide as she lifted up and right in front of him, slid her knitted skirt up as high as it would go, squirming and then when it was bunched around her waist, spreading her knees.
By this time, Peggy Morton knew she had the young boy just where she wanted, exactly. He was now in her total power. She loved the sensations overwhelming her now, realizing this.
As she stared at his crotch and his prick was withering hot inside his pants, standing almost up striaght, pressed against his belly inside his tight jeans, she moved her right hand down between her thighs.
As he stared, mouth wide open, his eyes glued to her painted fingernails, she began to caress the crotch of her pale pink panties. Opening her thighs wider, then using the palm of her hand to cup her bulging mound, she glanced up into his eyes.
"Danny . ... ? "
"Yes...?"
"Do I excite you?"
"Oh God, yes. Yes."
"Danny, is your cock hard?"
"like a rock. like a rock."
"Do you want to show it to me?" she asked in a very small voice as her fingers stroked between her thighs, as she slid two fingers inside up under the binding elastic and began to move them around all over her meaty cunt lips up to her fiery hot clitoris.
"God, do you want me to?" he blurted out.
"Yes. I want to see your cock. I want to see it, Danny. Open your jeans. Take it out for me."
He was trembling. "Someone might come in."
The excitement of this very thing happening made Peggy Morton's blood boil. "Take it out. Just sit there. Take it out, your cock. If someone comes in, just shove it back and cross your legs."
"Oh God, Mrs. Morton," he cried. "Oh God, it'll shoot off if I just touch it."
"It will? It will?"
"God yes, " he said, his voice a whimper as he saw her pull down her panties and slide three fingers up into her hot wet cunt, moving them around, staring at him, her eyes misty.
"Take out your cock, Danny. Come over here close to me. Take it out," she was panting, unable to control the violent orgasm that was boiling up inside her frothing cunt.
XV
When Danny reported for work that night he could not believe what had happened. Every time he'd think about it, or a moment of the experience would slither across his mind, his cock would throb and his heart would pump faster.
When the night watchman let him in, Danny made sure his sacred bottle of rum couldn't be seen by the eagle-eyed man.
"Workin' late, huh?"
"Yeah," Danny replied.
"That young cut workin' with you, too?"
"Yeah," he said, averting his eyes. The night watchman checked his list. "I see everybody 'n his brother's workin'. "
Danny made his way down the staircase in the library's rear to the stacks. Turning on the lights, he saw he was all alone. This pleased and excited him at the same time.
The first thing he did was bolt the door inside the toilet and go into the stall. He sniffed the seat just as Nora did, but unknown to each was this private thrill.
Taking down his pants and his underwear, he sat on the seat. Thinking about Mrs. Morton and the experience in her office, with the door unlocked, oh wow!, his prick stiffened instantly. Now firm and rigid, he jerked it off rhythmically recalling how he'd stood in front of her.
He'd never forget her eyes when she saw his hot throbbing prick for the first time. They were like a child's eyes on Christmas morning. Then when he came closer to her as she was begging him too, his cock threatening to explode all over her face any minute, his gripping it in his fist, and she opened the blouse of her knitted suit all the way down to her waist ...
. . .and her sitting there with her legs bare and her panties pulled tight up between her pussy lips, and the smell of her cunt and the mixed-in fragrance of her perfume and the whole idea ...
. . .when his cock burst and he showered her bare breasts that she was holding out to him, pointing her nipples up at his spitting cock ...
. . .and when the first slimy gob of his scum hit and splashed all over her breasts, how she took his prick in her hand, aiming it up over her face, holding her face up so that his cock was showering and splattering it with his hot thick scum ...
. . .it was all too much. If he wrote his own case history for one of the books on the "X" shelf, he was telling himself, no one would ever believe it in a hundred years.
It sounded just like some dirty, dirty story in a dirty, dirty magazine, not like what exactly happened there in her office.
As he continued to jerk off with these images floating like sexy, spicy clouds across his half-lidded eyes, he thought he heard a sound outside the bolted door.
Quickly, he pushed his semi-hard cock back up against his belly, pulled up his underwear, then his jeans, buckling them.
He heard someone trying to open the door.
"It's locked," he called out.
"I can wait," he heard Nora's voice.
"Be out real quick," he replied. When he felt his cock was normal, he opened the bolt and went out into the gloomy stacks.
"Hi, Danny," Nora smiled thinly. She wasn't sure he was going to be friendly.
"Hi," came his answer. "You got here early."
"Yeah, I wanted to catch up on some private reading," she said. She held up another "X" shelf book she'd taken off the shelf up in Mrs. Morton's office.
"What would happen if she caught you, Nora?"
"Nothin'. I don't think. But how could she? I only borrow them when she's not around and put them back, you know that."
"Yeah, but don't forget that she's workin' tonight? You didn't, did you."
"Shit no."
Danny passed by her. He noted at once that she was wearing a very sexy perfume. This was most unusual.
"Nora...?"
"Yeah, Danny," she said, entering the toilet booth, the outer door not closed. This surprised Danny very much. He heard her putting down the toilet seat, then the silky rush of her panties as she took them down.
Danny's cock leaped up! Was Nora going to sit on the toilet and piss with him just outside the door? He wasn't but five or six feet away from her.
"I heard from the watchman that Mrs. Quinn's going to work tonight, too."
"Oh God!"
"Yeah."
"Oh God, you ain't teasing me, are you, Danny."
"Why would I do that."
"Oh God...."
"What's wrong? What is it, Nora?" Her voice sounded unusual. "What's the matter?"
"Nothin', Danny."
As he hovered outside the door, realizing that she well knew he was standing out there and that this apparently wasn't bothering her any, he sort of waited anxiously for the sound of her hot urine bubbling into the bowl.
"You sounded like somethin' was botherin' you."
"Well," she said in a low voice, "it's just that ... well, you know, you remember last time, no?"
"Who would ever forget that?"
"Not me," she said, grinning to herself as she put pressure on her bowels.
"Me neither. God that was sure somethin', huh?"
Danny couldn't believe that they were actually talking about it. This was the first reference to the sexy orgiastic scene since it had occurred.
"Nora?"
"Yes, Danny." Now her voice was soft, very cozy and friendly. She had one finger on her clitoris as she strained to piss, knowing Danny would be able to listen to her. She wondered if the noise of her pissing would make him as hot as the noise of his pissing made her.
"Did what we watched get you ... I mean ... did it...?"
She interrupted. "Did it get me hot, you askin'? "
Danny shuddered. "Yeah, Nora. Did it?"
She smiled and began to sprinkle a little into the bowl. She knew he was listening. She could imagine him playing with his handsome white cock, Danny out the door, his fly open, his white cock hard in his hand the way it'd been that night.
"Oh, a little."
"Only a little?"
She laughed. "Yeah, but later, oh wow!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if you won't tell anymore ... maybe I'll tell you, Danny. I guess we're old enough and know each other well enough to keep ... some secrets, huh?"
"Yeah, I'd say so."
"Danny, come a little into the door so no one could hear, okay?"
"Yeah, sure ... sure Nora." By now Nora's cunt was gushing into the bowl but as soon as he entered the room, and could see her on the toilet, her skirt up high, her hairy cunt visible, her knees spread, her panties down around her ankle and the crotch of them slightly stained, she put a stop on her bladder.
She looked up at his face. It was white. Then she glanced down at his crotch. She could tell he'd been jerking off while he'd been standing out there.
"Danny, you look so funny. Is this the first time you ever saw anyone sitting on the toilet making weewee?" She grinned at him. She licked her lips.
He murmured, "yes" in so weak a voice she hardly heard him.
"Honest? Really?"
"Yeah."
"It doesn't embarrass you, does it?'
"Only a little if it don't make you feel funny."
Nora smiled, her eyes blazing as she saw him glide his hand over his crotch, making it look normal; "It don't make me feel too funny, Danny. In fact," she went on, "it kinda excites me."
"Me too."
They were both silent for a long moment, both believing they'd heard some noise out in the darkness.
"Want to come closer and watch me?"
She sounded somehow just like Mrs. Peggy Morton.
"If you don't feel funny."
"I won't. Come on, Danny, come closer."
As he did, she reached out for his hands, taking them into hers. Their fingers intertwined romantically.
"Danny, can I ask you something terrible?"
"Yeah."
"I read it in one of the "X" books."
"What?"
"Oh shit, I'll betcha you get all nervous if I tell."
"Tell me, Nora. Tell, Nora."
"Well," she smiled up at him, wringing his fingers, bringing him closer, wanting to bend her head and rub her face across his jeans over his crotch, "this girl, like I am now, was sitting on the John just like me when this boy came in and he didn't know she was on the John like I am with my skirt up like this," she added, "and he didn't even look around. He didn't look and the next thing this girl knows is that the boy's got his long cock out in his hand, looking up at the ceiling and then he just lets go all his hot piss and right between her open thighs."
"Oh wow!"
"Yeah, Danny, right between her bare legs and all over her pussy, even down on her bare feet."
"Oh wow ... and he didn't know she was there, huh?"
"No," she breathed, almost on the verge of an orgasm as she let her bladder go full blast, her hot piss steaming into the cold water of the toilet bowl.
"Danny, you gotta piss right now?"
"Oh no. I did it. I can't."
"Oh shit, I wish you could, Danny. I wish you could, Danny, oh I do! I do wish you could piss like that boy did all over that girl, and you wanna know something else it said in that case history in the "X" book, Danny?"
"Yeah ... yeah ... yeah. Yeah," he was mumbling as he felt her hand brush over his hard cock, then her fingers opening his fly, finally her little hand curling around his stiffening cock. "What ... what?"'
"She was all naked, too. I didn't tell you that."
"...all naked and he pissed all over her, her titties, too. Oh God! He did that!? "
"Even all over her face, her hair, Danny and her toes. She took a shower in his hot piss and she was drenched...."
Suddenly they both heard the sharp metallic sound of spike high heels coming down the cement corridor.
XVI
When Nora and Danny, both appearing to come from separate directions, entered the recreation-lunch room, Mrs. Peggy Morton was opening a small overnight bag.
"Hi, kids," she smiled in greeting.
"Evening Mrs. Morton," said Danny, a wry grin on his shining face. Danny was still shocked clean through from his experience with Nora in the toilet.
"Hello, Mrs. Morton," said Nora, sitting down at the end of the table and quickly hiding the "X" book she'd borrowed illegally.
"I haven't worked nights, so to speak, in a long time," Peggy smiled, "and I'm somehow looking forward to it," she added, looking from one face to the other. She winked quickly at Danny who blushed.
"I am, too," grinned Nora, also looking at Danny and thinking he was blushing for her.
"So sit down, you two," Peggy said, taking out a clipboard with papers attached. She lay this on the table.
"Now, I have a surprise," she said. From the overnighter, she took out a bottle of brandy and three tiny snifter glasses. She laughed. "This will keep us going, won't it, kids?"
Danny and Nora smiled at each other.
Then Peggy took out a pair of Farmer's bib overall. She held them up. She laughed.
"I don't want to mess up my good clothes, you see."
"That's a good idea," said Nora. "See, I wear old clothes. So does Danny. It's really so very dirty down here, you'd never realize it."
"It also gets damned hot and sticky when you work along," Danny contributed.
"I figured that, which is why I brought this blouse to go under my farmerette costume," she grinned, holding up a chiffon sheer blouse with no sleeves.
"Very sexy," said Nora.
"It is, isn't it?" said Peggy, holding it up in front of her breasts, smiling and winking again at Danny whose cock was already beginning to throb.
"What do you wear under that?" Nora asked.
"This, you mean the overalls."
"Yeah."
"Why nothing, silly."
"Nothing?" asked Danny, blushing again.
"Why should I? There's no one to see but just us chickens," she laughed. "I'm sure you won't be embarrassed, " she added.
Nora spoke, "sometimes when I'm down here working alone in the afternoons, that's before Danny gets here, I sometimes work in nothing at all-that's how stuffy and hot it can get."
"You mean nude?" asked Peggy. A slight shiver shot through her body. "All naked?"
"Oh except for shoes, my little sandals. The floor's cold and dirty."
Danny said nothing. Under the table he pressed his hand over his shimmering cock. He could feel a tingling in his balls and in his toes inside his sneakers.
He still couldn't get over the bit in the toilet. He could still see in his mind's eye the lurid, even obscene image of Nora sitting there, her hairy cunt open to him, the lovely squishing sound of her hot yellow piss squirting into the bowl; but most of all, the story she'd begun to tell him, the one she'd read in an "X" book case history.
That was wild. He was suddenly so hot from thinking about it, he felt as if he could come at the mere touch of his fingers on the throbbing head of his erect cock.
Peggy started to unbutton her blouse.
"Should we leave you alone to change, Mrs. Morton?" asked Nora, starting to get up, motioning to Danny with a gesture females use to chase little kids away when adults are being adult.
"It's not necessary." She laughed. "But if you want to close your eyes, you can," she laughed again.
"Don't you want me to go?" asked Danny in a weak voice. He was turning red in the face again as Peggy's nimble fingers unbuttoned the blouse down to the end.
"Oh Danny," Mrs. Morton moaned. "If you want to. But you've certainly seen naked women before. Haven't you, Danny?" she grinned, taking off her blouse with no further ado.
"Oh you've lovely breasts," cried Nora. "Why they're just beautiful. like some statue," she exclaimed, her eyes wide.
"Thank you," smiled Peggy. She looked at Danny who was staring up at the ceiling. He didn't dare get up to leave now. His cock was pounding hard inside his tight jeans.
When Peggy slid out of her skirt to stand there wearing only thin hot yellow panties, then hooking her fingers in the elastic top to slide them down over her belly and beautifully molded buttocks, wiggling out of them, kicking them off, picking them up and tossing them lightly onto the table, Danny's cock was on the verge of popping his scum into his underwear.
"God you are just gorgeous," Nora said, feeling suddenly sexy as Mrs. Morton stood there sort of modeling in the nude, wearing only her high heel pumps, nothing else, stark naked except for her high heels.
"Thank you." She turned to look at Danny. Did he realize, she was thinking to herself, that she was doing this in front of Nora just for his benefit?
"Danny, you are embarrassed, aren't you?"
He didn't dare look at her shimmering nudity. "Yes."
"That's being perfectly silly," said Nora, "oh you're a complete dope not wanting to look at her undressed. Go on, Danny, c'mon, give a look," she teased.
"What would he say, Nora, if you were nude too?" asked Peggy putting on the chiffon blouse, a very transparent gossamer sleeveless thing with no buttons. Her lovely ripe breasts so obscenely naked under it were just out of sight. The idea of her being naked under the diaphanous blouse made her more exotic.
"Oh God," Nora exclaimed. "He'd probably shit in his pants, pardon the expression."
Danny stood. Quickly he turned his back. He started off.
"Danny!"
"Yes, Mrs. Morton?" he answered in a voice so husky he sounded as if he had a bad cold.
"Danny, c'mon and admit it. I had no idea that you didn't like girls. Really, I didn't."
Nora giggled. "Oh he-likes them okay, Mrs. Morton," she said, having a good time, "but he's just scared stiff of 'em, and I mean, stiff," she laughed.
"You referring to his ... his...."
"His cock, Mrs. Morton," Nora roared with laughter as Danny almost ran into the toilet.
Laughing together, Peggy climbed into her farmer's bib, hooked up the gaping sides and put the two thin straps over her shoulders. From the sides the lovely curves of her delicious breasts were quite visible.
"That's so sexy, and especially with nothing under it," Nora said. "I love it."
"I love you wearing just the high heels, too."
Peggy raised one leg up on the table, admiring her sleek ankle, the curve of her calf and the delicate high heel that exaggerated the strength of her well formed arch.
"I agree," Peggy laughed. Then she had an idea. First she poured three glasses of brandy, smiling at Nora who was clapping her hands silently, her eyes brimming in smiles.
"Look," said Peggy, "why don't we really shock Danny?"
"I'd love to. I would. Really!"
"Are you wearing panties?"
Nora grinned. "Yes, old ones with holes in them."
Peggy, grinning, handed Nora one of the glasses. "Here's to panties with holes in them, dear." They toasted.
"Look," said Peggy, "why don't you take everything off except your panties. I'd love to see you anyway. I've always thought you had a lovely shape."
"I do," Nora murmured, caught up in the eroticism of it all, feeling the warmth of the brandy as it passed down into her stomach. "But do you ... do you think it'll be alright with ... with Danny?"
"He'd love it, like you said before. I know he would," she said. Peggy crossed around the table. She sat down in a chair in front of Nora's. "Come on, dear, strip for me. If Danny's not interested, then I am," she smiled, reaching out to embrace Nora's hips, Nora coming in closer, then standing altogether and letting Mrs. Morton hug her tight; then when the older woman bent her head lower to brush her face across Nora's blouse, the young girl's passion began to rise inside her sensuous body to the point she could feel her cunt churning and hot sweat beginning to collect in her hairy armpits, between his thighs and between her breasts.
"You like this, don't you, Nora?"
"Oh yes, how ... how did you ... did you know I'd ... that I'd like it?" Nora was shivering and beginning, to feel weak in the knees as she let Mrs. Morton unbutton her sweater.
When Nora felt the older woman's cool hands on her hot, perspiring breasts, she almost cried out. When Nora helped Mrs. Morton take off her sweater, then unhook the snaps on her skirt, letting this tumble to the floor, Nora daintily stepping out of it, Nora was shaking so hard and trembling, her naked breasts were quivering.
And when she looked down, finding it difficult to open her eyes, to see Mrs. Morton brushing her velvety soft lips over her naked breasts, then feeling Mrs. Morton's warm breath blowing on her silky skin, her quivering became so intense, she pressed in tight against Mrs. Morton, holding her head and neck with both hands, pressing against her warm face, offering her lovely virgin breasts to the woman's devouring lips.
"Oh God ... oh God ... yessss. Ohoooooo, Mrs. Morton. Your tongue ... yesss. Lick them. Oh, God, this is sooooo good. It is! Oh sooo good! Oh God, I didn't realize it could be so great. It's so good. So good. Yesssss. Oh, yes, suck on them. Suck suck!
In the toilet, the door open so he could hear what was going on, Danny was jerking off his thick hard cock with both hands. His head thrown back, he was sitting stark naked on the toilet bowl, his knees raised, his bare feet balanced on the edge of the bowl.
He could hear everything. He could imagine what was happening. But why ... oh why didn't he have the courage to go in there? Why?
He had almost. He'd gotten this far. If they were going to work in the nude, then why couldn't he? He could, too. That's why he stripped.
Finally when he heard a low whimpering scream, a noise he recognized as coming from Nora, he couldn't take it any longer.
Stark naked, on bare feet, he walked out of the toilet, down the hall and into the lunch room.
Nora was on her back on the table. Mrs. Morton was kneeling, her face buried between Nora's thighs, Nora still wearing her Holy panties ...
Peggy Morton, hearing Danny's almost silent approach looked up.
She grinned, licking her lips, winking.
"Jump in, Danny. The water's fine," she giggled.
XVII
As a smiling Mrs. Peggy Morton reached out her hand for Danny and he approached slowly, his huge cock poking up against his flat stomach, Nora raised her head.
"Oh look at it! It's huge!" the young girl exclaimed. "It's so huge!" she insisted, a broad grin on her sensual mouth.
"It certainly is," agreed Peggy. She winked at Danny, wiping the back of her hand over her lips moist from Nora's cunt cream, "Oh Dan, we're both so happy you've decided to play with us," she added in a little girl voice that made Danny laugh. "We're so happy," she said, gripping his cock with her long slender lingers, curling her fingers around it, slowly masturbating his cock as she looked deeply into his eyes.
"You like it, don't you?"
"God yes ... God, I do ... but ... "
"No buts, Danny," said Nora, staring intently as Peggy's hand glided up and down the shaft of his enormous white cock as he stood there stark naked next to the lunch table.
"Have some brandy," said Nora, smiling at him pleasantly, passing the glass.
Taking it, sipping, then swallowing all of it, Danny beamed. "Tastes good," he said softly, coming in closer as Peggy continued jerking his hot cock.
When Nora sat up and moved in closer to Peggy, Peggy smiled at her. Nora stuck one hand inside the farmer's bib and was soon massaging Peggy's naked breasts over the diaphanous material of the chiffon blouse. , "God, you feel so soft," she exclaimed.
When Nora became bolder and began to slide her hand down inside the overalls, her fingers finally searching between Peggy's warm, silky thighs, Peggy sat up.
"Let's all have some hot fun, shall we?"
"I'm for it," Nora grinned.
"Me, too," Danny said, smiling broadly as Peggy's nimble fingers between his thighs now were squeezing and tickling his balls, her sharp fingernails grazing over the inside of his thighs.
"But is it safe enough?" Peggy wondered aloud.
Nora jumped up. "It is, if I run and close the fire door. The other door is always locked," she said, leaping off the table, her young breasts bouncing deliciously.
"Go do it, honey," said Peggy. Turning to Danny, she said, "you get up here on the table, Danny and I'm going to show you a thing or two."
In seconds Nora returned. Now Danny was lying on his back on the table, his knees raised, his cock rising up hard as Peggy Morton, lay, now stark naked except for her high heeled pumps, her head close to his balls, her fingernails scratching up and down the young boy's chest.
Nora climbed back up onto the table. She beamed at Peggy whose eyes went to Nora's panties "Take them off, honey. I want to see your little cunt," Peggy said, her voice small again as the young girl obeyed.
"Oh yes," Peggy exclaimed, "your cunt's beautiful. Really, it is."
"So is yours, Mrs. Morton."
It didn't take much longer before Peggy Morton was doing what she wanted to do. As her tongue washed up and down Danny's cock, she massaged his balls. She bit them. She sucked one teste into her mouth as the young boy whistled through his teeth.
"Nora...."
"Yes, Mrs. Morton."
"Straddle Danny's face, dear. Let him see your sweet little pussy. Are you wet, honey?"
"God I'm dripping. Yes ... so wet, Mrs. Morton."
"Danny?"
"Yes?" he moaned in reply as Mrs. Morton was now squeezing his balls, tickling his anus at the same time her other hand was jerking off his cock, her fingers curled around his shaft as they worked up and down . ...
"Danny, do you want Nora to sit on your face?"
Peggy waited breathlessly for the young boy's response. When he answered, she shivered and took hs long thick cock between her lips.
"Yes ... oh yes ... I do."
Nora giggled as she climbed up on her knees.
"That's right, honey," said Peggy, releasing the slippery cock now all coated with her saliva, "that's how, honey, just squat over his mouth."
Now Nora had her back to Peggy, moving up to squat over Danny's face the way she'd read about in one of the case histories in an "X" book.
"Does he like it?" asked Peggy, now caressing Nora's buttocks, running one finger between the moist crack of her ass, Nora putting her hot cunt lips higher over Danny's face to allow Mrs. Morton's tickling finger more freedom over her hot moist ass-hole.
"Yes, he does. God, his tongue ... his tongue ... oh, yessssss. Danny, suck my cunt. Ohooooo, it feels soooooo wonderfulllll! So good. Oh, you don't realize ... you don't know ... how much I've wanted this to happen, Danny.
"Ohooooooo, Danny," she exclaimed as his tongue worked over her hairy cunt lips, as he spit out some hairs and the returned his lips to capture her cunt lips, her whole mound, in his wide open mouth, sucking, making a vacuum, then taking his mouth away before returning it and slurping noisily on her cunt, loving the rich flow of Nora's virginal juices, wallowing in the luxury of sucking her cunt, something he dreamed would never be possible.
But what made it all that more exciting was the other impossibility of Mrs. Peggy Morton, naked, on her knees, her luscious breasts swaying so deliciously as she sucked on his cock or on his balls or let her index finger slide over his hot ass-hole. He loved it and now was so far from exploding, he couldn't believe it.
"Oh suck me ... yessss. Oh Danny, my cunt's in your face ... it's in your face! Danny, I've dreamed of squatting with my naked cunny in your face, oh your tongue. Oh God, Dammnnnnny! Yesssss, suck my ... cunt ... my pussy. Oh God, Mrs. Morton, his tongue's way up inside my cunt ... Oh, God, I'm going to piss ... Danny, want me to piss in your mouth ... Oh, I don't care what happens. Mrs. Morton ... ! "
"Yes, honey? " Peggy took Danny's wet balls out of her mouth, gripping them and now squeezing them between her slippery fingers ... "yes, honey."
"Play with my ass like you did before. Oh, please. Please!" the young girl cried out, squirming and rotating her hips, moving up and down over Danny's slimy wet face as his tongue wormed deep up into her cunt, as he literally chewed on her meaty cunt lips, biting her hairy flesh, sucking the slimy creamy juices as she worked her cunt frantically all over his face, her wetness clogging his nose, dripping into his eyes. "Ohoooooo, Mrs. Morton, finger me finger me ... my ass-hole. Do it ... Oh, do iiiiiittttt!"
When Peggy's long index finger speared up into Nora's hot ass-hole, the girl let out a wild scream. When Peggy began to move her finger, wiggle it then pull it out and shove it back up as Nora began to fuck back on her finger, Danny's cock became so hot inside Peggy's mouth he had to reach around Nora's body to indicate that he'd come if she continued to slurp and suck on his cock so hotly.
But when her mouth pulled off and he felt cool air circulate around his slime covered cock, he pulled her head back again, arching his body and thrusting up at her.
This was when Mrs. Morton crawled up. Kneeling, she placed her dripping cunt right over Danny's cock. Ever so slowly, she lowered her wet lips until she felt Danny's cock beginning to penetrate.
"I'm going to fuck you, Danny!"
Nora swung her head. Mrs. Morton was now hovering over Danny's middle right behind her, Nora still squatting over Danny's flushed, wet face.
"Oh yesss. Fuck him. Fuck his cock, yesss, I would love to watch it. Oh, Mrs. Morton," Nora squealed "I want to watch you fuck his cock. I've seen it in pictures but never for real."
"Oh honey," Peggy moaned. "Sure ... sure, honey ... yess. Watch me. Hurry, hurry, honey. Get down in back. Look for all your worth, honey. Oh, hurry, it's going to slide in ... hurry!"
Nora was down on her hands and knees at the end of the table. Mrs Morton was straddling Danny who lay on his back.
Nora had a marvelous view of Danny's magnificent cock, so slimy wet from Peggy's saliva, his balls shining in the soft light in the abandoned lunch room.
"Oh, it's so booutiful!" Nora squealed. "His cock's so hard and your cunt lips ... oh, I want to touch them," Nora cried.
"Yesssss, touch them. Feel my cunt ... yesssss, Oh, so good, soooooo good," Peggy was moaning, then grunting when she felt the young girl's fingers maneouvering around in her wetness, her fingers digging in and up inside her hot flowing cunt.
"Can I put it in? Oh, I want to help. I want to slip his cock into your cunt. Oh I want tooooo!" Nora cried again as she gripped hold of the cock and began whipping the head of it against the meaty lips of Peggy's hot cunt.
"Yesss, honey. Jerk him off and shove his cock up in me. Oh, honey, I'm dying for his cock. I want cock! Fuck his cock into my cunt ... yessss. Oh, God,ohooooooo ohohohohohoooooooo!"
When Danny's slimy wet cock had sunk all the way up into Mrs. Peggy Morton's devouring cunt, Nora bent down, fascinated when Peggy began to fuck up and down, the long thick cock coming into view, then suddenly being swallowed up inside Peggy's body.
"It's so beautiful. I can't believe fucking is like this. Oh, I love it. I'm going to kiss his cock each time it comes out of you," Nora cried, bending her head.
When her tongue would lick the shining wet shaft of Danny's cock all coated with the slimy goo and ooze from Peggy's hole, the whole act took on the appearance of one maddening orgy.
"Ohoooooo, yessssss!" Danny was moaning when he'd feel Nora's tongue. Then he'd groan when Peggy would suddenly pump up and down, squashing her cunt on his prick, then rearing off it and twisting her head to see Nora take the slime covered tool into her mouth, gripping the boy's sweating balls, tickling his ass-hole, then releasing the hot cock and aiming it back up into the cunt that loved it so.
"God, it all tastes so good. Sooooooo good," Nora cried, licking her lips. "Sooooooo good!"
Upstairs in the darkened main reading room, Mrs. Quinn, naked and barefoot, was down on her hands and knees, her bare behind wiggling in the air as she slurped and sucked on Sammantha's cunt and ass-hole, the young girl down on her knees, also nude except for a pair of nylon stockings that hung down to her ankles.
Standing behind Mrs. Quinn, a belt in his hand was the night watchman. Now and then he'd raise the belt and slash it down on Mrs. Quinn's reddened bottom cheeks.
"Ohoooooo," moaned Sammantha. "Oh God, I can't believe this," she whispered, turning to glance at the night watchman pulling his naked cock at the same time he hissed the belt through the air.
"I can't believe it," the young girl said, grunting when she felt two fingers glide up into her hot anus.
XVIII
As Peggy Morton continued to ride up and down on Danny's thick cock, her cunt sizzling hot, her naked body covered with hot salty sweat, puddles of her pussy juice began to collect at the base of the shaft of Danny's slimy cock.
As her juices formed more puddles in the thick growth of pubic hair surrounding his balls and ass-hole, Nora stared in total fascination s his wonderful cock penetrated deeply, then as Peggy would slowly pull off, his cock shining in the light.
"Oh God, this is so sweet. So good!" she kept repeating, caressing Peggy's sweaty breasts, kissing her buttocks, licking her ass-hole just inches above where the thick cock entered the meaty lips of the older woman's cunt.
"I love watching. I love it," Nora cried.
"Nora ... baby, fuck my ass-hole with your fingers, please, baby, honey. Fuck my ass-hole!"
"I love it. I will, oh, I will ... I will, oh, God, it's so hot, so wet and hot and it smells so pretty. I can't believe I'm doing these things ... I just can't."
"Oh you are ... you are," came Danny's voice.
When Nora stuck two fingers up inside the humid moist ass-hole, Peggy Morton began to squeal. She humped on the fingers as they probed, as they groped around inside her ass channel.
"Oh do it, do it harder!"
"I am," Nora smiled, now punching her fingers up into the ass, then pulling them out ... twisting them and loving how Peggy was squirming.
"Suck my breasts, yessss. Oh, suck my breasts," Peggy cried out at another point so Nora slid under and after first kissing Danny passionately on his parched lips, she bent her head up and then twisting around altogether so that she was on her back, she placed her upturned face under
Peggy's swaying breasts.
As Peggy swept her heavy breasts across the girl's upturned face, Nora's sweet tongue washed the salty sweat from the curves. She sucked on her nipples when Peggy would hold still for long moments.
All the time Nora was caressing Peggy's sweaty body, putting her hand down between their bellies, feeling Peggy's pussy hair, all snagged and snarled and wet. When her fingers would sink down further she could feel the slimy base of Danny's cock as Peggy, still straddling him, fucked like a woman gone mad with lust, powering down on his cock, then almost flying off it, but her cunt lips still gripping it until she would squash down again and then renew the persistent pumping action.
At another point, Nora, back between their legs, sucked on Danny's salty sweaty balls while Peggy fucked. Or, she would hold Peggy's body her hips still for a moment, then slowly, lovingly lick between her hot ass cheeks, tickling the older woman's hot ass-hole with just the tip of her tongue before suddenly and with no warning, jabbing two long fingers straight up into the woman's ass-hole.
Nora would hold the slippery cock as
Peggy fucked it, loving the wild sensations of gripping the greasy tool and feeling how hot it got, how seemingly more stiff. She loved the slimy feel and at the same time her sticky fingers would play with Peggy's cunt lips, driving the woman mad with passion, she would be playing with her own clitoris.
"Ohoooooooooooo!" , Danny spoke, "are you coming ... are you?" His voice was terribly excited. This would be the very first time he made a woman come.
"Yesssss. Oh, I think so," Peggy moaned, then grunted when she felt Nora's loving fingers working up inside her cunt at the same time Danny's cock was tunneling in deep.
"Ohhoooohhoooooo, agggghhhhhaaa-aa ... ohooooo, yessss. Jesus ... oh God! Yesssssss. YEWEWIEEEEEE, oh, God. Harder ... Harder! More fingers. More ... mooooorrrreeeee, fingers ... yessss. Oh, God!"
"Are you ... are you ... I am," cried Danny. "I can't hold it back. I can't ... ohoooooo, I can't!"
Just as his prick started to explode, Nora gripped it. She could feel it vibrating. She loved how hot and how hard and tense it was in her fingers.
As it started to spurt, she pulled it cruelly out of Peggy's cunt and fell on it with her mouth. At the same time Danny's cock began to squirt scum and then pump in earnest, spitting his sperm into Nora's sucking mouth, moaning, and grunting, arching his body and almost slamming his cock down Nora's throat, Peggy Morton quickly slid up and sat on his face, grinding her hot slippery slimy cunt into the young boy's face.
As she did this, she pinched her own clitoris until it was fiery hot. Riding him hard now, clogging up his nose, moving rapidly back and forth from side to side, hugging his head with both hands, shoving his face into her cunt, she started to trickle at the same time.
Danny was almost fainting, quivering like a leaf. When he felt the warm wetness from her body, he began to thrash his tongue wildly. He loved the idea that Nora was down on his cock sucking up every drop at the same time he was sucking and licking the librarian clean.
When he was finally able to catch a breath, Peggy raised up. She threw her head back. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her beautiful breasts, her whole body for that matter, was drenched in hot salty sweat.
When she rolled over to lie next to Danny, she was nearly exhausted. Never had she gone this far and she didn't regret it a minute despite what the consequences might be.
"Nora, did it taste good?" she moaned.
Nora was still sucking Danny's exhausted cock. Fondling his balls at the same time, she had a broad smile on her pretty face.
"I love it. Oh God, I've always wanted to do this and here I am. His cock tastes so great, so rich and spicy ... oh, yessss, oh God, it's so good," she repeated, returning his cock to her mouth and smiling with her eyes.
"Nora, want to go down on me a little?"
Nora flew up. "Yes! Oh Yes ... I want to."
Peggy lay on her back, her knees raised, her thighs wide apart. Putting her arms under her head, she smiled at Danny.
"Danny, I want you to sit on my breasts and put your cock where I can watch you jerk it off so it'll grow hard again, honey.
"At the same time," Peggy smiled, "Nora's going to suck my cunt and my ass-hole and then take off my high heels and suck my toes."
"Nora," said Peggy.
"Yes, Mrs. Morton?"
"Isn't this, I mean what I'm describing, to be found in one of the case histories in that "X" book you took without my permission?" she laughed.
Nora hung her head. "Yes, but I won't ever take another without your permission, Mrs. Morton."
"You don't have to worry anymore," said the older woman. "Now that we're the best of friends, you can take any you want."
Danny put in his two cents, "as long as we can do what we've done, I don't need any "X" books," he laughed, kneeling with his knees on either side of Mrs. Morton's face.
Gripping his limp cock in his hand, he began to slide it over the woman's upturned face. Peggy would stick out her tongue and hold it still as Danny rubbed his cock all over it.
When Peggy asked Danny to slide up a bit higher he did and she opened her mouth to let him dangle his balls into it.
Soon she was sucking on his balls as he jerked off his cock over her open eyes. And Peggy just adored watching his fingers as they curled around the thickening shaft and over the rosy head of the cock that only minutes before had not only been deep up her hot cunt but also in Nora's sucking mouth.
As Nora, down at Mrs. Morton's feet, slipped off the woman's high heels and began to lick her perfumed toes, loving it when Peggy wiggled them, at the same time sticking her fingers into Peggy's squishy, mushy cunt, the three were excruciatingly happy.
"...and afterwards," said Peggy, taking Danny's balls out of her mouth for a moment, "we'll get Nora fucked, won't we, Danny?"
"God," cried Nora, now sucking back on Mrs. Morton's cunt, her face buried between her warm silky thighs, Peggy holding the back of her head, "I want so much to get fucked. It's all I think about lately. It's all I do," she laughed.
"But what else?' asked Danny, swinging his head but not interrupting his masturbating over Mrs. Morton's upturned face.
"Whatta you mean?" Nora asked obviously embarrassed.
"You know ... about what you told me in the toilet, remember?"
"Oh Danny!" Nora exclaimed. "That was supposed to be our secret."
Peggy raised her smiling face. "Tell me. What?"
Nora told her.
"Oh God," Peggy squealed, "that sounds so perfect. A real hot shower after all this sweaty love making. Let's do it later, shall we, kids?"
But later was later and within moments Peggy had them both licking every inch of her sweaty body, loving it to watch one on each ripe breasts, their tongues gliding over her erect nipples, caressing her curby titties, then sucking them and massaging them, laughing together.
Peggy had them down on their knees as she kneeled up, Nora licking her cunt from the front while Danny lying on his back with his face upturned, his head between her wide open thighs, licked and Sucked her cunt and ass-hole at the same time.
Later when Nora was getting fucked by Danny on the toilet seat in the other room, which was where Nora elected to get fucked the first time, Peggy stood above them watching, masturbating and needing to piss in so bad a way, it was all she could do to hold it in.
As Danny, down on his knees, Nora bent over the toilet, her young white buttocks waving in the air, Danny's cock buried into her cunt from behind, kept fucking her, Peggy guided his face between her thighs.
"Danny ... are you ... are you thirsty?"
Nora swung her head. "Oh God," she cried. "Are you really going to give him something to drink? Are you?" Nora asked, humping back on Danny's cock as it gooshed in and out of her seething cunt, "are you? God, I want to watch. I must watch!" Nora cried.
Later, back in the lunch room, the three soaking wet bodies were dried off with paper towels. They took their time dressing, often interrupting to kiss one another. The glasses of brandy were filled and refilled. When Nora and Peggy would kiss hotly, Danny would fall to his knees and suck their cunts through their panties, licking the panty crotch until each female would begin to sizzle, wanting to take down her panties so. Danny's wonderful tongue could swim around inside their holes.
When Nora and Peggy took turns at one point and sixty nined each other because Danny wanted to see this for real, Danny would take turns spreading their ass cheeks wide apart and then slurping and sucking and licking, driving the two mad with lust as he'd hurry from one to the other and while slurping on Peggy's hot ass-hole for example, he'd have three fingers up into Nora's body, two in her cunt and one, his index finger, wiggling crazily up her ass-hole.
By the time they were ready to leave the stacks for the night it was way past eleven p.m. As they signed out with the night watchman, Peggy just happened to notice what appeared to be two naked female bodies lying on a narrow bed in the special office he occupied which was near the side door used only by the Wilmington Library employees.
Saying nothing, of course, what the night watchman did was is business, she signed out and passed through the door, Nora and Danny, following behind.
But Nora said something when they reached the street. "Say, did you see what I saw in the man's office?"
"Yes," sighed Mrs. Morton.
"I saw it, too," Danny said.
Sitting on the night watchman's desk was a familiar "X" rated book wrapped in its special cover.
"I just hope he returns it to the shelf by morning," Peggy laughed as they piled into her car so she could drive them both back to her ranch house where they'd agreed to spend the night.
