The modern world is continually under attack by its own members, external pressures, and rapidly changing ethics. Divorce rates ascend furiously; love is preached by all but practiced by few; and the moral hypocrisy of yore is falling under heavy weight of public scorn as the post-war generation seeks new answers to the old problems. Is it any wonder, then, that so many of us in everyday life have sought revolutionary methods to deal with emotional and sexual dilemmas? And is it any wonder, then, that the very seat of status-quo, middle-class America, has become the hot-bed for radical change?
A lot of attention has been focused by books, newspaper articles, and television on the climate of suburbia. Especially the newer "tract development" areas, where diverse people just beginning to understand the real world are thrown together by the sole measure of income. Group sex, swap clubs, promiscuity all these and many more previously taboo "perversions" are increasingly indulged in behind shuttered windows and padlocked doors. And just as increasingly, the shutters and doors are being opened, both to the investigator and the average citizen, with the developing realization that such practices are not perverted, but only different approaches to the same goal of sexual fulfillment.
Keeping this in mind, The School Library presents the factual case history of Mrs. Louella Brewer, though her name and all others have been changed in order to protect her and her neighborhood. Involved in a loveless marriage and a librarian in a junior high school beset with the sophistication and awareness of present day adolescents, she is presented as solving her problems in a form which a decade ago would have branded her as corruptor of youth. Yet now, in light of the morals and ambitions of our society, who is the "corruptor" and who is the "corrupted" is no longer an easy question to answer. Author Elizabeth Watson not only raises this penetrating question, but goes on to ask if indeed there should be guilt attached to any of the parties-including society as a whole. Compassion and sympathy, yes; but to condemn a young and frustrated woman as evil for expressing her desires as she must that, dear reader, is to be pondered deeply before answering.
Miss Watson has presented a provocative theme here for your thoughtful exploration, delving into the personal agonies of the dramatic situation so that all sides of the conflict may be aired properly. We are proud to present this powerful and explicit story of one woman's surrender to the inevitable, played out against the backdrop of suburbia, the modern jungle of primitive needs. We hope, as the author does, that you will find yourself asking what your own neighbors might do in a similar crisis. Or might be doing right now.
Think now ... if you became aware of a friend of yours being sexually involved with a minor, what would you do...?
The Publishers Sausalito, California September, 1972
CHAPTER ONE
Louella Brewer had the tanned voluptuousness of a lush blonde goddess, perfectly proportioned for her five feet, six inches of height. Even though she had reached thirty-two last November, her full, rose-tipped breasts were still youthfully firm and her flat stomach tapered gracefully to a slender girlish waist and long full-swelling thighs. A strict regimen of physical activity at the junior high school where she was librarian had kept her figure lissome and vigorous, and her dimpled complexion smooth and clear.
But at the moment her long, satiny blonde hair was cascading around her heart-shaped face, and her blue eyes held a fire of wild, tormented appeal. Tears of hurt and humiliation were rolling down her red-flushed cheeks as she desperately tried to choke back the scream which kept welling up in her parched throat.
Louella was running from her home on Sweetwater Avenue, down past her parked Ford compact and along the quiet development street.
The autumnal evening was warm, and she didn't notice that she had left her coat where it had fallen on the hallway floor moments before. Her bared shoulders chilled slightly from the breeze of her running, for all she was wearing was a sleeveless peasant blouse and a short, pleated skirt, but it didn't matter. There were too many other things to torture her, and her mind was too confused and tormented by what she had just witnessed to worry about anything except escape. She wanted to run and run and never stop running; to let her legs carry her far away from this house she had entered so innocently a short time ago.
She could never face her husband Melvin again, that was clear in spite of her reeling thoughts. Not after she had seen him nakedly ravishing that unknown woman on their own marital bed. It was almost incestuous the way he'd been contemptibly rutting on the bed which was theirs; a more ugly defilement of marriage fidelity to Louella than if it had happened anywhere else. The horrible thought brought more bitter tears of anguish streaming down Louella's face, and she knew deep down in her heart that it was the symbol that meant she could never forgive his adultery. Never!
And yet, when she reached the end of the sidewalk where Sweetwater Avenue intersected Rosebud Lane, the young librarian suddenly stopped her flight. Her legs did not seem to want to carry her any farther, even when she willed them to move. She stood there in the twilight, trembling violently and her wide, fearful eyes circuiting her surroundings in helpless panic. Everything around her seemed so normal, so peaceful, so suburban clean and wholesome a couple of children were riding their tricycles, laughing and shouting; old Mr. Forbish was mowing his lawn down the street; Agnes Gearheart was gossiping with the widow Higbie...
Dear God, what could she do? Where could she go? She had only about eight dollars in her purse, and nothing else. Her checkbook was back at the house, and she would rather sleep in the park than go back there. Yet night was coming on and she would have to make some sort of decision...
For a single, fleeting moment she had the perverse urge to telephone the police. Surely they could do something about Mel and that slut he was making love to in her own home but Lord! what was she thinking? If she did such a foolish thing as that, then everybody would know of her shame and humiliation! The gossip, the snickers ... she wouldn't be able to face a single person at the junior high, her reputation as moral leader and school librarian shattered beyond hope of repair. No, she must do something else.
Then in that moment of utter dejection, Louella became aware that she was standing near the Oaks' residence. Only a few feet from her was the wrought-iron gate set in the middle of a tall hedge that led to their front door, and she could see the glow of lights in their living room. Stanley Oaks owned a local French restaurant and cocktail lounge, and she knew him casually from being a neighbor of his and librarian for his twin children, Sally and Johnny, both just fifteen. Stanley Oaks was a handsome if slightly corpulant man, with salt-and-pepper hair and a rather risque way to his manners, his overly hearty friendliness no doubt the result of his dealings with alcoholic beverages.
However, she mainly knew the Oaks through Stanley's wife Isabel, who was a vivacious brunette of 36, with a figure almost as perfect as Louella's. They had exchanged several visits, and Louella and Mel had even gone out with her for dinner and drinks at Stanley's restaurant, of course. In fact, Isabel had been Louella's first "girl friend" after Louella had moved into the development three years ago, Isabel coming over with a steaming pot of coffee and neighborly chatter. Louella had found the other woman exceptionally open and far from prudish with her language, one who made no secret that she enjoyed sex and was lonely when her husband was working at the restaurant. In spite of her initial shock and embarrassment, especially when the two Oaks' children were present, Louella liked Isabel's refreshingly candid habits. Isabel was somebody she had always been able to talk to ... and the good Lord knew she needed somebody like that right now. Yes, somebody who could understand her perverted betrayal by her husband Mel, and could set her straight as to the best way to overcome her almost hysterical misery. Somebody to help her in this moment of crisis...
Without contemplating a second further, Louella stepped forward and opened the gate. She went hurriedly, almost blindly, up the flagstone walk to the Oaks' front porch and rang the door bell. Melodious chimes echoed through the house, and Louella stood waiting anxiously, breathing harshly with a stricken glaze to her eyes.
Oh, please be home ... Oh God, I couldn't stand it if. . .
The door suddenly opened, and the tall form of Stanley Oaks stood framed in the doorway. He was dressed casually in a blue open-throat shirt and black slacks, and his name was embroidered over the pocket of his shirt in white script.
"Why, hello, Louella."
"H-Hello, Stan," Louella responded, trying to put up a brave front and not cry in front of him. "Is Isabel here?"
"Sure, she's out back somewhere, I think," Stan Oaks paused, surveying Louella's eyes that were perceptively puffed around the lids, and her chin trembling with pent-up emotion. "Say," he said, frowning, "is something the matter?"
"N-no, I'm all right," Louella lied.
"I was just leaving for work, but if you need anything..."
"Thank you very much, but I ... I just need to see Isabel for a moment."
Stan Oaks stepped aside. "I understand," he said in a reassuring tone. "Woman's talk." He smiled a lazy grin and stepped aside to let her pass.
She nodded mutely and stepped into the Oaks' living room. Stan said good-bye and shut the door, and she heard him walk down the flagstone path to the curb where his Chrysler was parked.
The living room was high-beamed and stucco-walled, as it was in all the houses in the development. It was tastefully decorated with Scandinavian furniture, the oiled walnut gleaming dully in the diffused lighting overhead, and had a fireplace at one end, around which Stan Oaks had added a facade of old brick. Prints of the modern masters dotted the walls, and a thick Navajo rug hung as a colorful backdrop for a well-stocked mahogany bar that stood next to a complete stereo-television console. Louella crossed the pale ochre carpet diagonally towards the drape-covered sliding glass doors at the back, and passed the kitchen where she saw the two Oaks children making lemonade.
"Hi, Mrs. Brewer!" Johnny called out cheerfully. Next to him, his twin sister Sally put down her glass and wiped a big stripe of yellow liquid from her lips. "Gee, Mrs. Brewer, it's nice to see you," the girl said. "You want some lemonade?"
"No, no thank you," she replied, managing a quick smile. Oh God, they were sweet youngsters, she thought quickly for a second. Sally was already a budding young woman, wearing only the skimpiest of blouse and shorts to cover her nubile young body. Her satin-smooth skin was tanned golden from the summer sun, and her jet black hair was down, curling around her softly rounded shoulders. Her pert high-set breasts jutted proudly against the thin material, the light green of her blouse making Louella think of little round apples, firm and hard and yet ready to blossom full and ripe in just a short time. And Sally's shorts clung so tightly to her thighs and buttocks that Louella was able to see her soft pubic mound swelling against the fabric between her legs. Dear God, it was ... well, almost indecent!
And young Johnny there, sitting on the kitchen counter and swinging his legs. He was wearing nothing but a pair of faded, outgrown levis, and Lord! He was a handsome teenager! She'd always thought so when they'd passed in the school halls or he'd been in the library, but it was times like now when she could admire his exposed chest with its developing muscles that she found him especially appealing. She inadvertently glanced to his crotch, and saw the lewd bulge of his maturing manhood straining around the fly of his pants. Louella averted her eyes, blushing inwardly with embarrassment as she caught herself staring at the way his virile young penis and small round testicles seemed to stand out invitingly. God, and he's only a child!
The young Oaks boy was so eager and coltish a kid that he was delightfully innocent of his librarian's frank glance. A pang of remorse swept through the trembling older woman in that split instant, for there was something to the twins which painfully reminded her of her own adolescence. The blissful ignorance of those awakening days, when inexperienced and questioning, she'd groped her way from babyhood to adulthood, long before she'd learned the brutal secrets of reality. Oh yes, and how short a time it would be before darling Johnny and Sally grew hard and calloused in this, a man's savage world. This would be the best time for them, when all was loving and angelic and sweet...
She swallowed thickly, her throat feeling like cotton and her mind reeling with the tumult of her thoughts. She realized belatedly that Johnny was speaking to her again, and she forced herself to concentrate on what he was saying to her. "Wh-what?"
"I said, are you sure? It's freshly squeezed."
Louella smiled then, feeling as though it had been hours since she'd entered the house but knowing it had only been a minute or less. "No, really, I'm not thirsty, but thank you anyway. Is your mother outside?"
"Uh-huh. Gardening," Sally replied. "If you go out the side door, I think you'll see her."
Louella smiled again, walking by Johnny and Sally to the end of the kitchen. She opened the door there, and stepped out onto a patio which went around the side of the house. Surrounding the patio was the pride of the Oaks' household, a sprawling cool shelter of eucalyptus trees, bottlebrush, and Burmese honeysuckle. In the midst of a dozen assorted varieties of flowers, Isabel Oaks was kneeling, wearing a deep carmine pair of slacks and a scoop-necked black pullover. She was busily troweling the weeds from around a bed of flag iris, but hearing the approaching footsteps behind her, she glanced up, sweeping a stray wisp of dark hair from her forehead.
"Well! Louella! So glad to see you," she said, smiling warmly as she rose. "I was about finished out here for the day. Won't you join me for a drink? You're just in time."
"No, I..." Louella stood with her purse clutched tightly to her breasts, chewing her lower lip with embarrassment and anguish. "I ... I want to talk to you, Isabel. I have to."
"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Isabel Oaks, suddenly aware of her friend's torment and misery, came up to Louella and put a hand on her arm. "Good Lord! You're white as a sheet!"
"N-No, I'm not sick. It's ... It's worse. I don't know what to do, where to go. I'm so confused and "
"Louella! Get a hold of yourself! You're not making any sense! Now tell me, what's wrong?"
"Gee, Mrs. Brewer, have you been crying?" Johnny was standing at the kitchen door along with his sister, both of the children staring wide-eyed and worried. Their mother whirled, disturbed from her own empathy now, and snapped: "Go away, both of you! Go on, let us be alone for awhile!" She waited until the door was firmly shut, and then she turned back to Louella.
"Over here," she said in a soothing voice. "We can sit in the shade and talk." She steered her weak and trembling friend to where they could sit under a tree on a plank-slat bench, and sympathetically, she took one of Louella's hands and added: "I can see you have been crying."
Louella nodded her head pitifully. "I ... I can't go home, never again. Not ever, ever again!"
"That bad? Oh, my poor dear!"
Louella felt so alone and afraid, and Isabel's genuine concern touched her deeply. Still, she wasn't sure she could admit what she'd seen and heard in her own home, in her own bed, her resolve weakening as she once again pictured the awful scene too sordid for description...
"You can't keep it inside you like this," Isabel encouraged. "You're ready to explode! You must confide in me, you simply must."
"I ... I don't know where to begin," Louella faltered.
"At the beginning. Tell me everything, Louella. It's the only way."
"Yes. Yes, I must..." Taking a deep breath, Louella Brewer plunged into her story of shame and adultery right from the beginning, right from the moment when she'd driven away from the school...
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... It had been late afternoon then, when Louella had driven her old Ford from Mansfield Junior High. Already the autumnal sun was a flaming red disk swimming in a sea of color between the large mountain peaks to the west. The school was twenty miles from where she lived, and the road passed over broken country of low, barren hills and ragged draws leading upwards in a slow, gradual slope to a point almost midway between work and home. There the road curved around a rugged, jutting promontory that overlooked a deep valley, and from it could be seen the descending road, like an unraveling black ribbon, curling around the cliff-sides below.
When Louella reached the promontory, she stopped the car alongside the road's shoulder and climbed out. The area was fringed with stunted trees and nondescript brush, but there were breaks in the fringe which permitted a breathtaking view of the valley and sunset. It wasn't often she could afford to take the time to admire it, since her busy schedule as librarian usually filled every moment she wasn't at home.
The past two weeks had been especially hectic, for the annual Book Week was set to begin this coming Thursday only three days hence and as could be expected, preparations had added additional burdens to her already heavy work load. In fact, she had fully planned to stay very late at the school this night, in order to catalogue a set of new books. But the publisher had been late in shipping, and at the last moment she'd found herself with a slack period, and gratefully, Louella had taken the first real break she'd had in days. Mel wasn't expecting her home for hours yet, and she was all to herself, away from the children and the school and yes, even her husband.
Gazing westward, straight into the burnished rays of the sun, Louella noted the placid wildness of the expansive valley. It lay serenely below her, its ridges, rocky hills and wooded slopes touched only by the rosy tints of the sunset, while in the depressions soft-toned purple shadows blended perfectly with the brighter colors. Beyond another set of hills was her town of Adria and a beehive complex of shops and houses which served as bedroom for the larger city farther on. But here the immense valley stretched unbroken, in a vacuum-like stillness that might have reigned over the world at the dawn of creation. She felt calm and at peace.
She knew that presently the spell would pass, and both for her and the valley the material things of life would exact their due. For the valley it would be years, ending as the home developers scalped it for the burgeoning population. For her it would only be moments, ending as she drove down the road and towards her home and her husband Melvin. And the resulting contrast between the beauty of the landscape upon which she was gazing, and the solemn realization of how fleeting and swift was its passing for her, left her feeling despondent.
She suddenly wished she didn't have to go home. At least by working late she had been able to avoid Mel's ever-insistent demands his rapacious physical demands. Marriage should be as beautiful and serene as this, she thought, but instead marriage for her had become a nervous, irritable tug of wills. It seemed to her as she sat on the promontory and contemplated her life, that the only reason Mel had consented to marry her was for her body. All he ever thought about was sex, wanting to make love to her almost every night, and then in all sorts of perverted positions and methods. He had even tried to make her kiss him ... there, on that monstrous penis of his, so large that it seemed to tear her in half whenever he thrust sadistically into her tender belly.
Louella had been brought up strictly, a product of a mid-western Baptist family, and her brothers and sisters were strait-laced, stern people even to this day. She had never been a wild person, even as a high-school girl, dating very little and then only under the watchful eye of her parents. She had hated the clinically detailed sex talks of her girl friends, and would often find excuses to leave the room when one of them would relate how good sexually this or that boy had been. She still recalled the horror she had felt in seeing the mementos her friends carried in their purses, little reminders such as knotted prophylactics full of semen their latest boy friend's testament to manhood.
And the boys carrying the pubic hairs of the girls in their wallets. She had dated a few of them, and remembered only their heavy, beer-laden breath and groping, farm-calloused hands clutching her ripening breasts and thighs. She had never succumbed to any of them, never allowing more than heavy kissing. She knew her high school nickname of "Frosty" fit her, although the kids who had tagged her as that would have been surprised at the prurient desires which flowed through her when she'd been unwantedly aroused. She'd fought her natural instincts as being the depraved signs of the devil, and would pray extra hard on Sundays after particularly heated Saturday night dates. No, sex was evil and only to be tolerated in marriage, to soothe the savage beast of man.
Then came Melvin. He was louder, brasher, more cocky than any man she'd ever met before. He'd billed himself as The Man With The Biggest, claiming there wasn't a girl who wouldn't do it for him. He'd looked upon Louella as a challenge, and Louella had looked upon him as the personification of everything she abhorred. Yet she'd been fascinated with him as a child is by fire, and couldn't seem to stay away from him, despite his coarse habits and filthy tongue and grasping attacks on her virginity.
But then ... then had come that night. The night he'd become enraged on a bottle of illicit White Lightnin' and crazed with obscene desire. "Cock-teaser!" he'd cursed her, ripping her blouse from her shoulders. That night, the night of the summer dance at the park pavilion when he had first violated her, the first of many, many times over the subsequent years.
She had not looked at his gigantic erection, fearing it as a condemned person might fear the executioner's blade, and even to this day the sight of his lust-engorged hardness filled her with irrational dread. He was the biggest, and that night he'd forced her to spread her young thighs and accept his long thick cock up between them, heaving his weight down upon her spread-eagled body so she could not fight off his cruel rape.
Louella had never forgiven him for that night, had never healed mentally from the agony and pain she'd had to endure under his brutal ripping and tearing. He'd "bottomed out" against her virginal cervix with sub-human savagery, heaving and pumping into her until with a tremendous cry, he had filled her helplessly straining vagina with seething spurts of his semen. He'd deflowered her as only a brutal adult male could, but somehow it had been worse than that, for she had subconsciously wanted him to. Deep in the back of her horrified mind, Louella had been silently begging for his giant cock to fill her desire-swollen pussy against her will, and the shame and guilt for having harbored such evil thoughts had haunted her like a black shroud.
Her parents had known, of course. One look at her, and they'd guessed exactly what had happened, and Louella had never been any good at lying. An unwilling marriage had been performed hastily, at the threat of a double-bore shotgun and two strapping brothers. No man had touched her since then, for no man interested her, and she allowed her husband to make love only when she could not talk her way out of it. And always in the back of her mind was a terrible feeling of anguish for that sinfully sensual desire which had once blossomed that night in the pavilion park. It was like a continual taunt of the devil's pitchfork, reminding her of what she could become if she ever let herself go.
She rose from where she was sitting on the promontory, knowing such reflections could only serve to make her feel worse than she already did. And into her heart came a presentiment of trouble, no doubt the result of the sadness and discontent she had lived with over the years of her marriage. Trembling a little with apprehension, she had started the car and headed down the slope to the floor of the valley. When she reached the level at the foot of the slope, the road became straight and she fell into a steady, rapid speed that soon brought her to Adria's town limits.
As she drove, Louella felt the impression of impending evil increase, and she grew nervous with a conviction that something terrible was about to happen. Yet when she turned into Sweetwater Lane and parked in front of her home, everything looked so normal and pleasant, that she tried to ignore her feelings as being only figments of her imagination. Mel's Pontiac was in the driveway, indicating her husband was home from work, so taking a deep breath, Louella steeled her nerves and walked to the front door, unlocked it with her key and stepped inside.
The young librarian opened her mouth, ready to call out for her husband, when she heard a sound so strange that it stopped her. It was a weird wet sound, almost a sucking sound, coming from down the short hallway and in the direction of the master bedroom. Before she could gather her wits together, her feet were already unconsciously walking toward the noises, silent across the thick carpeting. Louder and more distinct they became to her ears, beckoning to her, and when she reached the bedroom door, she pushed it slightly ajar so she could see in.
Oh God! she screamed out silently, biting her lip to keep from uttering a word. Her husband Mel and a strange dark-haired woman were wrestling obscenely on the large double bed stark naked and oblivious to Louella's presence. From eight feet away she stared at them as they tore at each other with wild sexual abandonment, but it wasn't normal. It wasn't the way she and Mel acted in bed at all!
Louella saw the other woman's head rolling back and forth, her face contorted with the glazed stare of erotic passion, while Mel kneeled up between her legs and darted his tongue to obscenely lick at her naked flesh. He teased her hard pinkish nipples to an excited tautness, then sucked voraciously at her throbbing breasts as she cooed delightedly into the air.
Watching them from the hallway, Louella could not move a single muscle. She was frozen with horror and shock to the spot where she stood, gripping the bedroom door tightly to keep from falling over. She had never seen anything so terrible before, though she had heard about stag movies and voyeurs and such things. Watching her own husband make love to another woman was wrong and dirty, almost as lewd as the adulterous act itself! God, how awful; here she was spying when she should be somehow intervening. She should be screaming and tearing them apart, and yet she seemed to be hypnotized by Mel's salaciously probing tongue and the woman's joyful reaction. My God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer perverted lust like this...!
Even in the dim light of the curtained bedroom she could see the naked woman's passionate response. Mel had already aroused her to an explosive reverie of sensation, and her mouth was open as her head rolled back and forth, her eyes staring upward from the delightful sexual feelings racing through her quivering flesh. Louella's husband was moving his tongue over the gently pulsing swell of her belly until he was only inches away from the dark silken hairs that fringed her quivering cunt. His hands eased over the gleaming softness of her belly until his thumbs slithered down through the dark pubic curls and into the moist pink flesh of her vaginal crevice. Louella licked her fear-parched lips and shuddered uncontrollably at the sight of her own husband parting the tender moistness of the strange woman's willing pussy. Through the curling pubic hair and the pink cuntal lips, Louella could even see the erect little tip of the woman's clitoris glistening with hungry desire.
Melvin Brewer's head lowered slowly and his tongue snaked out to flick lightly over the trembling bud of her clitoris. The unknown woman's body jumped spasmodically at the electric sensations piercing suddenly through her naked flesh, and she automatically raised her long tapered legs to clamp her ivory thighs tight around his head. She began to roll her hips back and forth in an obscene cadence of animal fever, bent on rubbing the lewdly teasing tongue farther up into her passion-swollen cunt. Her clenched lips could not suppress the delightful mewls of pleasure that hissed like steam from her flaring nostrils with each undulating roll of her hips.
Louella continued to stare mesmerized at the woman twisting lasciviously beneath the depraved sucking up between her legs. Never had she imagined that such unspeakable perversions would be practiced on her bed! Her own husband's tongue was glued down there, on a strange woman's vagina! Yet as horrifying as it was, it still puzzled her that the woman was not only allowing Mel to suck her pussy, but was eagerly enjoying it, too! There was something in her lost, glassy stare which reminded Louella of the same evil desires she harbored against her will, the sinful temptations she had always steadfastly checked beneath the rigid layers of Puritan decency. That slut, that whore Mel had picked up to vent his lusts upon was the perfect example of what happens when people loosen their morals and fall prey to the devil! And yet ... could anything which brought so much happiness to a woman be totally bad? God, she felt sick with confusion!
Without her being aware of it, Louella's own hips began to involuntarily match the other woman's lewd cadence, and she unknowingly rolled them slowly back and forth, brushing up against the door. Despite the strict control over her carnal senses, she was unable to fight the hidden delights of raw, animal sex swelling up from the depths of her as yet-undiscovered being. She stared transfixed at her husband's loins as he suddenly rose up on his knees and his thick rigid cock jutted out lewdly from between his legs. As always, the sight of its massive hardness filled her with cringing horror, and for an instant she actually felt sorry for the other woman who would soon be forced to accept it deep up inside her vagina. Standing straight out like a death-dealing spear, his throbbing penis pointed directly at her wide-splayed cuntal lips, and then he leaned forward without hesitation and plunged his rock-hard shaft deep into her moistly waiting pussy. Louella could see his gleaming penis disappearing as it slid up inside the moaning woman's trembling pink sheath like an oiled sword into the belly of a whimpering slave, his pendulous testicles smacking heavily against her up-turned buttocks as he reached the very end of her vaginal passage.
Louella waited for the woman to scream in protest and pain and fight back as she always had against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to but nothing came.
Instead, the strange woman's legs quivered straight out into the air and then wrapped snake-like back again around the adulterous husband's naked waist. Her hands slid down over his humping torso and came to rest upon his tensely hollowing buttocks. She spread her fingers and pulled Mel gluttonously up into her belly, while below, her cunt flowered open farther in welcome acceptance to his greedy rhythm. Her hungry pussy swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with each passionate upward thrust he made, small piteous pleas bubbling from between her swollen lips. They were lewd and horrible supplications, using words that Louella had seldom heard since the locker-room accounts of her high school girl friends.
Louella shuddered from the unwanted sexual stimulation she was getting from watching such a forbidden display. She knew that what they were doing was wicked and corrupt, and that by watching silently she was almost condoning her husband's adultery. It was wrong, all wrong, but she couldn't help the lurid fascination that tingled through her helplessly entranced body.
Rolling her fully rounded buttocks in unwanted surrender, she watched the other woman screwing upwards against Mel's overly large penis as if it were not big enough for her, clasping her legs tightly around his jerking body with nearly insane desire for more. Above her, Louella's husband was laughing a horrid obscene chuckle while he fucked deep up inside the woman's dilated vagina with ever-increasing brutality. Louella watched the woman pull her thighs still wider apart until she could clearly see the dark pubic hairs of her clenching vagina graze teasingly against the thick sperm-filled ridge which ran the length of her husband's long thick cock. Rivulets of lust-excited moisture flowed from around her swollen pink cuntal lips and down between her buttocks to the bed, and the whole salacious scene was a mass of perversion and depravity to the stricken young wife. And yet even as she watched with horror and humiliation, Louella was still entranced by the woman's lust-contorted face. It was the most lurid picture of ecstasy that she had ever seen, and in spite of herself, a tiny voice of wonder once again filtered from the back of her mind.
God, she's really enjoying it, she thought. And I've never felt that way...
The inhibited young librarian felt that she was losing her mind now. The view of the strange woman naked on her very bed being buffeted without mercy by her bestial husband was just to much to take! Something had to give!
Suddenly there was a loud cry from the bed as the woman began small spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis sunk so deeply inside her naked belly. At the same time Louella's husband groaned and ground down hard, his thick, fleshy erection beginning to throb out its milky semen far up into her quivering mound. The rich creamy cum filled her cunt completely and cascaded back out again around the moist pink lips of her pussy. To Louella's horror, she could see perfectly the tiny white streams of her husband's sperm running down the wide crevice of the woman's buttocks to pool obscenely on the mattress below.
The adulterous couple jerked against each other, spending the last of their orgasms in a wild grinding of flesh against naked flesh, serving to break the hypnotic spell which Louella had been under. She stood a second longer in the bedroom doorway as she slowly regained her sanity, listening in abject horror to the mewling cries of the woman's climax as she rolled and rocked beneath her husband, and then she could take no more.
Screaming in high-pitched hysteria, Louella turned and raced blindly towards the front door. In the distance behind her she could hear a loud, hoarse shout coming from Mel, her ears only dimly registering his cry of: Good God! Louella! It's Louella! Come back! God, come back and let me explain...! But his pleas only sounded like cruelly mocking shrieks that chased her out the door and down the driveway, down past her parked Ford compact and along the quiet development street...
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" ... And when I came to the corner, I ... I thought of you," Louella concluded in broken words. She had unfolded everything, omitting only the unspeakable confession of being transfixed by the spectacle of her husband's lewd and lustful adultery. She could never admit to that, not even to herself! And now that she was finished she felt drained and empty, and she pressed her face to her hands and cried wretchedly. She felt so miserable and indecisive at that moment that her tears were something of a defense mechanism to momentarily flood out her terrible hurt. She let the tears flow freely, pouring from her eyes like a cloud-burst of rain, sobbing in choking, gasping wretchedness.
Isabel Oaks patted her neighbor's shoulder gently, comfortingly, saddened by the obvious fact that Louella's strait-laced upbringing was wrecking her chance at happiness. If only she could make Louella see that, see what Isabel and her husband had long suspected, that Mel had strayed because Louella had denied him a warm and affectionate relationship. Well, it was up to her to get them together again, she could see that.
"Now, now," she murmured as soothingly as she could. "Don't you fret another hair, Louella. You just leave everything to me."
"Can ... can you really do something about this, Isabel?" Louella moaned, looking up at the woman through tear-blurred eyes. "But ... but how?"
"Don't worry, just leave it to me."
"Th-thank you," the librarian said gratefully. "But I'm not going back home. I don't even want to see Mel again!"
Isabel smiled reassuringly. "You don't have to. Why don't you spend the night here, if you feel so strongly about it?"
"I don't know ... I mean, I have no place to go, but..." Louella's head seemed to swim with indecision and fear, and she blurted suddenly: "You won't tell anybody, will you?"
"Hush, Louella. I'll tell Stan, of course. He'll
"Stan! Oh, no! I couldn't bear that."
"Don't be silly. I'm not going to be the one to talk to Mel, and somebody has to. That's a man's job if there ever was one, Women's Lib notwithstanding. Stan has seen so much of this down at his club, that he's more understanding than anybody I know. Besides, Stan can go and pick up your car late tonight, when nobody's looking."
"I ... I suppose you're right."
Isabel patted her hand solicitously. "I am right. Now, why don't you go inside with me and I'll fix a couple of drinks to calm us down."
"You sure I won't be any bother, staying here?"
"Not at all, we're glad to help you. Stan will be pleased, I know, and the kids adore you. There's a fold-down couch in their room we sometimes use when their friends stay over, and you can use that if you don't mind sleeping with them."
"No, not at all," Louella said, suddenly feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart. "Johnny and Sally are wonderful children."
"Then it's settled. Come on, now. I'm simply dying of thirst!"
Louella stood up and followed Isabel back into the house, feeling several new emotions struggling for the mastery of her mind. One of these was intolerance. Her marriage was through; she would file for divorce as soon as possible no matter what Mel or Stan might say to change her mind. Her previous life was over, done, finished, and she was afflicted with an appalling sense of loss, loneliness, and of helplessness. A sort of dumb, vague wonder over what her future would be now enveloped her, her other thoughts flickering like feeble lights through a fog. Dear God, what was to become of her next...?
If she'd only known, she would have fled the Oaks house faster than she had fled her own...
CHAPTER TWO
Louella Brewer worked all the next day in a state of dull apathy, her mind filled with a curious unconcern for what she was doing in the school library. Book Week no longer thrilled her, nor was it any longer an event to which she was looking forward. Even when the principal, Dr. Abernathy, told her that he'd received word from the publisher that her books wouldn't be delivered until the morrow, she didn't react as she normally would have. She worked and talked as a robot might, the period of shame and dread which she had lived under since the previous afternoon overcoming everything else.
Mel had tried calling her countless times, and she was afraid that if she stayed after work that evening, he would be up at the school trying to see her as well. She was resolved to avoid him at all costs. Stan could speak to her husband her ex-husband, as far as she was concerned and for all she knew, Stan already had. Isabel's husband had acted rather condescending at breakfast that morning, almost more understanding than she was able to tolerate in her present condition. But he was trying to help, as Isabel was, and thank the good Lord for the Oaks. Without them, she wasn't sure how she could have made it through the night.
Now, sitting at her desk in the library, she listlessly mended the torn plastic dust-cover to Swiss Family Robinson and waited for the last class period of the day to end. The second hand of the large clock on the wall beside her seemed to stall the time, the bell signaling the end of the school day, a sound she was beginning to believe she'd never hear...
"Ma'am?"
A small, high-pitched voice caught her attention, and she looked up to find that young Johnny Oaks was standing in front of her, nervously clutching his arithmetic book.
"Why, hello, Johnny," she said, mustering a pleasant smile. "I didn't expect you here now."
"Well, I ... I was wondering if I could have a ride home with you today. I mean, if you're staying with us again."
"I'd be glad to give you a ride, but I'll be a little late, closing up and making things nice for tomorrow."
"I'll wait for you, Mrs. Brewer." Johnny blushed as if embarrassed at his eagerness, almost dropping his book. "I usually get Evan Hollister to drive me, but he ain't isn't here today, so I was hoping..."
"Well, if you don't mind waiting, I'll be along as soon as I can," Louella said, and she thought she would be too, so she could avoid any messy scene with Mel should he appear. "You just go to my car and sit there if you like. You know the one?"
"Sure, the old Ford. Gee, thanks a lot, Mrs. Brewer. You sure are boss!"
"You run along now, Johnny. I've got lots to do if we're ever going to leave today."
"See you then!" Johnny called cheerily over his shoulder, and he walked out of the library, whistling softly.
Louella contemplated the youthful teenager as she watched him leave. She was glad to take him home with her, for the boy had struck a responsive chord in her as a teacher and friend, and she wanted to get to know him better and maybe help him as his parents were helping her. She had noted sadly that he was hanging around a group of rough, crude boys far below his level, and she hoped that perhaps she could steer him away from Evan Hollister and Donald Forbes. She didn't understand why he was attracted to so loutish a couple of boys, for he was always so polite and gentlemanly around her.
And when the bell finally did ring, she locked the doors and pulled the shades, rushing through her clean-up work and looking forward to this chance to be with him alone. She felt sure that with a little talk and encouragement she could set him straight. She hurried through the book racks to the back door, then down the steps from the second floor to the rear entrance, which opened out onto the small parking lot reserved for teachers. She could see him now, his dark-haired features a silhouette against the glass of her car, and as she approached, she saw how erect and yet relaxed he seemed as he sat waiting for her. He was such a handsome little man!
"Hello, Mrs. Brewer," Johnny said brightly as she opened the door. "I'm all set!"
"Well, so am I," she responded, smiling at him. "It didn't take me nearly as long as I thought it would."
"That's nice."
"Does your sister want a ride, too?"
"Naw, Sally's going to Girl Scouts this afternoon, over at the Hawthorne's."
"Well, that will mean we'll be home all alone, won't it?" Louella said conversationally as she started her car. "Your mother said she'd be helping your father down at the restaurant until it opens."
"Probably be late, then," Johnny said with a pout. "Sometimes she doesn't come home until Dad does."
Louella backed out and drove down the ramp to the main street. "Then we'll whip up something nice for supper, just you and me. Won't that be fun?"
"It sure will, Ma'm!" the young boy replied. "Yeah, that sounds like lots of fun!"
Louella drove over the same road she'd traveled the day before, though this time she didn't stop when she reached the promontory. She and the teenager talked animatedly, with never a long or dull pause between thoughts, and as she'd hoped, she established a deep rapport between them by the time they'd reached Adria. They drove through the suburban town, and despite the fact it was little more than a shopping complex, it was crowded with shoppers. Louella had to swerve violently once as an unthinking driver suddenly cut her off, and young Johnny was thrown against her. She gasped unwittingly as the soft firmness of her breasts brushed teasingly against his developing chest, his involuntary caress making the older librarian all the more conscious of the virile youth's closeness. Despite her embarrassment, she found herself asking: what is it about him? Why does Johnny intrigue me so?
There was certainly something about him which held her fascination. Perhaps it was his fresh, beardless face so full of innocence, or his lean, maturing body so lithe and supple under his thin shirt. But it was more than that, she could tell, something too ephemeral to pinpoint exactly. His nose that wrinkled when he laughed, his eyes which sparkled intently when he looked at her, his cat-like grace when he moved ... Maybe it was all of these things and more, she didn't know for sure. But whatever it was, it was causing an odd tingling to generate inside her belly, a tantalizing little flame that taunted her loins as though she were melting inwardly. What an odd way to react to a mere boy! She'd never responded to her husband Mel this way, nor to any man ... but to a boy less than half her age?
She blushed slightly at her own guilty notions and squirmed nervously in the car seat, feeling the edge of the cushion rub electrically against the soft swelling of her vagina. She sucked in her breath from the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it had produced up between her thighs, her pulse quickening hotly against her will. This was all so strange! She couldn't understand what was taking place. Slightly disturbed and more than a little confused, the older woman felt almost relieved when she drove into the Oaks' driveway and parked inside the garage. Stan had told her at breakfast to use the garage, and to be sure to close the overhead door so that nobody would know her car was there.
Together she and Johnny walked into the house, and as they'd supposed, nobody was home. "Well," she said to the boy, "what are your plans until dinner?"
"I was going to run my electric train," Johnny said, "It's down in the den on a great big board. You want to watch?"
"Maybe a little later. If you won't be using your bedroom, I think I'll go take a quick shower. I didn't take one this morning, you know, and these are the same old clothes I had on last night."
"Sure, sure, go ahead. I'll be in the den. You want to use my mother's bathrobe or anything?"
"How thoughtful of you, Johnny, but I don't think it'll be necessary. The shower opens out into your bedroom, so with you here to protect me, I won't need a robe."
"Yeah, cool! I'll protect you. I'll..." His voice trailed off into a kind of strangled whisper that sounded very strange to Louella. The librarian glanced at the teenager critically, and inadvertently her eyes moved to the crotch of his pants. A sudden rush of arousal surged through her against her will, both thrilling and terrifying her at the same time. For she could see that bulging out against the fabric of his pants was the stiff, slender outline of his young penis, almost as if Johnny had an erection! Dear God, he was thinking of her naked in the shower, and it was exciting him! The tiny suggestion of lust in his avid gaze made her chill with an odd, aching torment. She couldn't have this, not at all!
"Thank you, Johnny," she said somewhat breathlessly. "Yes ... thank you, and you go play with your trains now." She turned away towards the bedroom, and without thinking, she unconsciously undulated her firm, rounded thighs in a provocative manner that brought a gurgle from the boy's trembling lips. No! Did Johnny think she was trying to seduce him? She wondered guiltily. Did the dear innocent child think he loved his librarian?
Somehow Louella managed to walk into the children's bedroom without stumbling, and she sighed deeply as she closed the door. She walked towards the chest of drawers, and stood for a moment, trying to calm her unaccountably ragged emotions. Then, shaking her head as if to clear her mind, she began to unbutton her blouse with hurried, quick motions, forcing herself to think of nothing but the cleansing shower...
On the other side of the door, and looking down the hall at it speculatively, young Johnny Oaks stood trembling from head to toe. He was unable to think of anything except his librarian stripping herself naked only a few feet from him, and vivid pictures of what she would look like without anything on flashed lewdly through his immature mind. Unable to withstand the temptation for closer inspection, he stealthily crept a little closer to his bedroom door, his excitement too great to resist. Crap! Screw the trains he'd never get a chance like this again! Turning the knob silently and making sure that the lights in the hall were out, young Johnny inched the door ajar by inches,, moving into a voyeur's peeking stance so he could stare hotly at the older woman he loved so much.
Louella moved casually, totally unaware that she was being watched. She had already removed her blouse, and was now unzipping her short skirt, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it. Che-rist! Johnny felt a slight leap of his penis beneath his pants as her almost naked body came into view, and the lewd realization of what he was doing somehow made her innocent performance all the more exciting to him. His slender cock gave another sharp jerk as she bent over to retrieve her skirt and place it on the chair next to the bureau. The full-rounded moons of her buttocks came into his hungry view, and the boy could see, completely unimpeded, the narrow strip of her white nylon panties between her firm, full thighs. His virile young penis hardened into painful erection as her panties slipped teasingly into the narrow crevice of her buttocks and remained bunched there as she straightened up. Hot damn, this was really something!
The panting adolescent watched the older woman more intensely than ever as she rolled each leg of her panty-hose down, arching her back to pull the thin nylon free of her long tapering legs. Man, he'd watched his mother undress like this before, but even if she was stacked, it was nothing like watching his librarian on the sly! He pushed his aching hardness down with one hand, so that the shaft of his young cock slipped out of one leg-band of his underpants and into the comparative freedom of his pants leg. It helped a little bit, but not enough.
Louella leaned forward then and unclasped her thin white brassiere. Johnny sucked in his breath as she pulled the cupping restraint free and her large full breasts swung into heady view, their ripe pink nipples pushing out from the tip of the milk-white mounds like cherries on scoops of vanilla ice cream. They were even firmer than his sister's were! And shit! Now Mrs. Brewer was inching her panties down her legs! Ohhhh, how much more could he take like this...?
The rounded, hair-lined lips of her mature woman's cunt came teasingly into view as the librarian cast off her panties and stood in front of the bureau. She was looking at herself in the mirror now, as though she were interested in what she looked like as much as he was! And why not? he thought to himself. Hot damn, Mrs. Brewer was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen!
And in the bedroom, Louella swept her long blonde hair from her shoulders and studied the cream-white skin of her breasts, completely unaware of the other eyes that were staring beadily at the same erotic sight. She raised her arms over her head in a classic nude pose, stretching her softly mounded breasts taut and up-lifting the darker nipples puckishly. Her gaze wandered down the mirror's reflection, seeing the flat smooth plane of her stomach and the tiny outline of her navel, down to the honey-colored curls of her pubic mound. The soft, triangle of hair highlighted the tender pink ridges of her full vaginal lips beneath, and she could even see the tiny tip of her clitoris peeking out from the crested valley of her loins in almost child-like shyness. Now, naked and unadorned, there was nothing to indicate her inner frigidity, for she looked to be all woman, thoroughly sensual and entirely female. "I'm thirty-two and a librarian," she murmured to herself. "I've got a fine, firm body that arouses men, but it has brought me nothing but pain. I should have been an ugly old crone. What's wrong with me?"
What's wrong with me? It was a disturbing slip of the tongue, for she knew deep down that that was the truth. As much as she feared admitting it to herself, she realized that Mel had become an adulterer partially because he hadn't been able to find the physical love in his wife. Looking in the mirror, Louella tried to erase the painful confession of her own inadequacies, but without success. The tormenting remembrances of her husband's betrayal seared her mind, no matter how she tried to push it aside.
She trailed her eyes down the naked flesh where Mel's hands had so often traveled, and she remembered how those same hands had caressed the unknown woman's skin last night in exactly the same manner. Only then, the woman beneath his body had responded eagerly, not in cringing denial as Louella always had. But that strange woman had been a slut, obviously ... or had she? Was there perhaps instead something wrong with her herself that made her fight off the sinful desires that welled up in her against her will? Her mother had drilled into her that the only reason for allowing a man to "have his way" with a woman was to create children, and yet there had been times when that hadn't seemed so important. It certainly hadn't been on Mel's fevered mind last night, and not on that woman's either!
Tears began to blur Louella's eyes again as she stood before her naked image and fought to unravel her confusing thoughts. Thinking of one recollection only made all the others come back stronger, and insistently, inexorably, there was the question: what would it feel like if I ever let myself go?
She could almost imagine herself that way, completely delirious with wicked sensation.
Unwittingly, she thought of herself as that sluttish female last night, lying beneath Mel and delighting in his flesh against hers. Her mind kept torturing her with the evil idea that it would feel wonderful as he pumped his fleshy hardness deep up inside her belly and emptied his boiling hot sperm into her eagerly yielding vagina. How different it would be then, she considered, watching her hands slowly rise from where they'd been clenched at her sides and begin sliding up over the smooth swelling of her hips to her breasts. She cupped them lightly in experimental touch, her fingers seeking out the twin ruby nipples and gently massaging them into hardness. Her mind was filling rapidly with lurid thoughts of the passions she had seen but had never experienced, and she could feel an unexpected smoldering sensation begin to ripple through the swollen folds of her moistening vaginal lips.
She knew what was happening to her, and was tempted to submit to the tingling desires building up inside her loins. Her mother had never mentioned the lewd practice of self-manipulation, the horrifying perversion of masturbation too sordid to even speak about. As a result, it was the only release Louella had ever found from her ever-present frustrations, both as a developing child and later as a full-grown woman. She always felt guilty when seeking satisfaction with her fingers, but otherwise she would have gone stark raving mad with sexual desire. Anyway, she only did it when she was alone, so nobody would ever know, would they? She could safely let herself drift into the wondrous world of ecstasy without fear or revulsion, able to dream of anything she wanted to ... anything at all. And when she'd married Mel and masturbated, she could even imagine she was responding to him the way that devilish woman last night had done. Yes ... oh God, yes, she could dreamily allow herself to submit to him in a thousand perverted ways...
Louella sighed softly as she watched her hands slide down from her aroused breasts to her throbbing vaginal crevice. She shivered deliciously, feeling the tingling caresses as she insinuated her middle finger in through the blonde curls of her pubic hair in search of the tender moistness of her cuntal passage.
"Ahhh," she moaned, and she stepped back from the erotic reflection of herself with her finger thrust up between her legs and lay down atop the bed. She splayed her quivering thighs wide apart so she could enjoy more of her teasing manipulations. Her own heavy breathing was not at all like a man's harsh panting, but soft and gentle like the fingers she was sliding sensuously back and forth between her trembling pink vaginal lips. Yes ... she needed this. It would be over in a moment and she would join darling Johnny, but after last night, she needed release ... had to have release so badly...
In her mind she envisioned Mel's rigid erection again as he leaned nakedly over the dark-haired woman. It's so big, she thought to herself ... so very huge and thick and hard ... Too big for me, always too big for me ... I need a smaller one to please me ... A penis I won't fear the way I fear his...
As her fingers worked faster and deeper into the wetly seeping flesh of her tingling vagina, Louella dreamed of a slender cock pressing hard against her inner thighs. Yes, one smaller and more innocent than Mel's massive shaft, one not so much of a man's ... Not a man's ... not a man's ... Now, in her mind, she could see a stiffening hardness thrusting up between her warmly welcoming thighs, and it was the size of a boy's ... a teenage boy's...
Dear God! To imagine she was being made love to by a mere boy! How utterly degenerate of her! And yet, the image of a naive adolescent came back to her a thousand times stronger and ohhhhh, it was exciting her! With a groan of lascivious delight, the librarian sank a second finger all the way up into her hungrily demanding cunt along with the first. She was twice the age of her dream lover, but Lord! She could shut her eyes and clearly imagine that handsome, naked youth with his slender virile penis that was smaller and safer. She wouldn't have to fear his hardness, because it wasn't an adult male's brutal thickness ... Oh God, yesssss...!
The boldness of her prurient thought shocked her even as the very lewdness of her vision stimulated her more. Her legs scissored open until her feet dangled on either side of the wide bed, and she could feel her own moist cuntal slit pulsating against the tips of her ruthlessly probing fingers. She drew the narrow furrow of her vagina open wider to the warm air of the bedroom, shivering in sensual rapture as she thought of a boy making love to her ... And not just any boy, but one she liked especially ... a boy like Johnny maybe. Yes, it would be little Johnny Oaks she would accept as her imaginary mate, letting him touch her naked body and skewer her with his slim, youthful penis ... Ohhh, she bet he had a beautiful penis, too ... just the perfect size to please her and calm the aching fires in her palpitating belly.
"Oh Johnny," she moaned incoherently as she imagined the smooth, lean hips of the dark-haired youngster driving down against her body, his boyish penis sliding up into her where her own fingers now drove deeper and deeper.
"Oh, Johnny, oh you feel so good, darling...."
Deep breaths of shameless lust rose from the depths of her heaving chest as she jerked her thighs back against her chest to meet each hammering push of her fingers. She strained for her climax, jerking her curving hips upward to bury her invading hand deep into the tight wet passage of her vagina. Her head tossed madly from side to side on the bed as she imagined it was Johnny Oaks who was making her cum, and he was cumming too...
For a seeming eternity she balanced on the razor edge of an orgasm, massaging and finger-fucking herself with all her might. Her rasping sobs of frustration echoed in the stillness of the bedroom as both her hands clamped down over her aching cunt in desperate search for the release she needed so badly. Then suddenly, she heard a soft, strange noise nearby, and a slight motion caught the outer corner of her vision, freezing her in her masturbating position as though she had been turned to stone.
Afraid and yet feeling unexplained quivering of arousal, Louella turned her head slowly towards the door she had closed when she'd entered. Her eyes opened wide with horror!
Johnny Oaks was standing in the doorway!
CHAPTER THREE
The boy's flashing eyes were round with some emotion that seemed to keep his mouth gaping open, and Louella suddenly felt her passion draining as shame flooded over her naked body. When had he come in? she wondered. How much had the child seen of her wanton, perverted masturbation? Her face chalk-white with shock, the older librarian grabbed the edge of the bedspread and pulled it over her still quivering flesh.
"Johnny, I ... I ... " Her voice trembled and faltered as she tried to imagine what she could possibly say to the innocent youngster. "I'm sorry ... What you saw is..."
"Gee, Mrs. Brewer," the teenager moaned, stumbling closer. "I'm ... I'm sorry, too. I was out there, and then you called me, and I thought you knew I was watching, and..."
His voice was high and trembling, but his deep dark eyes were still feasting ravenously on her barely covered nakedness, his excited mind drinking in every voluptuously molded curve of the mature woman's form. His librarian's panicky attempt to cover herself had left exposed one long, satiny leg all the way up to her firmly rounded thigh, and he could still see a few dark tendrils of her pubic hair curling out around the tassels of the bedspread. Ohhh, crap, his cock was so hard it was going to snap in half!
"Che-rist! you're beautiful," was all the stricken boy could manage at last.
Louella watched the boy's eyes wander up and down over her body, and her face took on a strange glow it had never possessed before. She could feel herself filled with an oddly immoral pride from his eager staring, and it took all of her willpower to keep from throwing off the spread and basking still more shamelessly in his blatant admiration. She could feel the aching hunger of before growing and flaming in her loins, licking upwards to the turgid nipples of her breasts. She pressed her naked thighs together in a determined effort to overcome the salacious temptation that her masturbation had irrevocably started deep within her belly. She knew she must force Johnny to leave this very second or she would lose the strength to fight off the obscene impulses that were unaccountably tugging at the very core of her loins.
"Please, Johnny, you have to go. Now. "
The passionately breathing young boy didn't seem to hear her weakly murmured protests, as he stepped closer to the bed upon which she lay. He continued to stare with smoky-eyed longing at every ripened contour of his school librarian's body beneath the cover. "I ... I couldn't help myself, Mrs. Brewer," he begged despairingly. "I had to look at you. Please don't be mad at me! Please don't!"
Louella groaned, feeling the insane desire which had been smoldering in her loins since they'd left school flaring into furiously burning fires of lust. She had dreamed of a young boy like Johnny making love to her and here he was! This beautiful youngster, eager and wanting just as she wanted him, only he had the innocence not to know what it was that was making his handsome virile body crave her. He only knew he was compelled to watch her, see her naked breasts and legs and even ... oh God, yes, even her tender woman's vagina!
God! She was giving into her suddenly flaming emotions by inches! Inches! How many did little Johnny have? Four? Five? Yes, she could imagine the bulge she saw protruding from the crotch of his tight levis would jut out from his hairless belly about that much. It would be so perfect, so angelic to see and touch and then feel deep up inside her...
Damn! Oh damnation, she had to fight both their unspeakably lewd desires now! She couldn't let herself give into this maddening corruption which seemed to be taking hold of her senses. But how easy it would be ... All she'd have to do is crook her finger and he'd come begging like a playful colt ... and then ... God, and then...! No! She had to fight it!
Another tremendous surge of salacious delight charged through her naked loins at the idea of possessing young Johnny Oaks. Louella felt herself tremble beneath the bedspread, her anxiously tensed buttocks rippling as she attempted a final time to gain control of her rapidly fleeing morality.
But it was too late, too late! Too late even to feel remorse for the licking flames of indecent pleasure that were overcoming the moist softness of her already aroused vaginal crevice. There was still a part of her mind which rebelled at the shameless immorality of her body's demands, but a much more urgent voice was persuading her that she wanted this lovely adolescent more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. And Johnny wanted her just as badly, that was obvious. How could she deny herself, or him, the forbidden pleasures they could enjoy together? God, she couldn't! It was too late to deny them! He liked seeing her naked, then let him!
"I'm not mad, darling," she heard herself purr in a voice she hardly recognized as her own. She loosened the folds of the bedspread and slowly, provocatively, pulled it away from her naked body, exposing the voluptuously full mounds of her breasts to him again, the ripe ruby-colored nipples staring up at him in lewd titillation. She moistened them with saliva from her wet fingertips so that their pink tips rose hard and gleaming from the touch.
"You saw me fingering myself, I know you did, but I'm not mad," she continued in a husky, throaty tone. "I like you looking at me, Johnny. Do you like what your naked librarian looks like? I know you do, darling child..."
"Ohhhh, crap yes!" the boy gasped, his breath bursting from his lungs and his eyes darting wildly over the older woman's blatantly revealed body. His mind whirled insanely, unable to believe this was happening to him! Shit, it had to be a dream! He was in bed jerking off and dreaming Mrs. Brewer was lying there like some sexy strip-teaser! "Ohhh, Mrs. Brewer, you're so beautiful!"
"You're not bad yourself, Johnny," his librarian cooed. She undulated her quivering buttocks down into the mattress with her rising tide of finally unleashed passion. For the very first time in her life she was feeling real sexual desire for a male, she realized. It seemed impossible to believe after fighting off her husband all these years, and shamelessly fingering herself for the relief in the privacy of darkness, but it was true. What did it matter if it were with a boy half her age? It didn't nothing mattered to her except that she was finally a female in heat, crying for the fulfillment that she had so long denied herself. "In fact, you're a very handsome young boy, darling child," she said, smiling up at him.
"Aw, I ain't that much a kid," he defended. He was beside the bed now, and it was all he could do to keep from crawling on the mattress and dropping to his knees in front of her. But he somehow held himself back, sensing that the older woman needed more. She knew what love was all about and Mrs. Brewer wasn't the kind of woman you could just go jumping on. She had to be prepared, but the reward would be well worth the torture of waiting.
"Have you ever had a girl before?" she asked matter-of-factly, as though it were a perfectly normal question he'd be asked in class. "You know, made love to a girl?"
"Well ... a couple," he mumbled, blushing intently. He had fooled around with Doris Quimble once, and then there was the time last summer he'd tried doing it inside Alice Cordell's pussy when her parents weren't home ... But shit! Nothing like this!
"Well, I'll teach you some things you can pass on to the girls," the older librarian promised softly, breathing heavily as she reached up to him. Louella curled her arms around the fresh-smelling boy and pulled him down on her. One of his legs fell tightly between her widespread white thighs. She moved her thighs up between his legs as she ground her lips warmly onto his surprised mouth, bringing the hardness of his slender young penis against her leg. She squirmed around so that her fingers could move down his supple body to the bulge in the front of his trousers, sensing its pulsing erection through the cloth as the young boy groaned at her obscene touch. She traced its slender length with her thumb and forefinger, the feel of it sending new wicked thrills rippling over the length of her naked flesh. She considered guiltily for a moment what she was inciting this innocently vulnerable child to do for her, and then the prurient shock it would be if someone could see her now, stretched out beside a fifteen-year-old boy! Yet the momentary shame she felt only seemed to arouse her all the more.
Johnny felt like he was going crazy! Crap, nobody would believe him if he ever told what the school librarian was doing to him! He could feel the eager wetness seeping prematurely from the tiny slit at the hardening tip of his cock. It smeared against his leg inside his pants until he was certain she could feel the wetness through the thin denim material. The older woman continued massaging his painful erection with an exploratory thoroughness until he thought his head would fly off and hit the ceiling! His penis was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure, and he would, too! He could feel it building up deep in his cum-swollen testicles below! He thrust his tongue questioningly into his librarian's mouth and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills racing the full length of his spine. Johnny pulled his head away to escape the teasing sensations, and placed his beardless cheek against her soft blonde hair for a moment, his boyish innocent unable to comprehend what was taking place. Che-rist! Things like that just didn't happen!
Johnny realized suddenly that Mrs. Brewer was quivering beneath him, her thighs undulating urgently against his loins. "Let's get you naked, darling child," she whispered seductively. "You want me, don't you? Really want me all the way?"
"Gosh, yes, Mrs. Brewer!" he answered, the lewd thoughts of really fucking her in the cunt exciting him all the more.
"Then tell me!"
"I ... I want you?"
"Not like that! Tell me better!"
"Shit! I want to fuck you, Mrs. Brewer!"
"Yes, fuck me, darling, fuck me! And how, Johnny, how?"
"Deep! Deep and hard, that's how I wanna fuck you!"
"Oh God," Louella moaned, almost throwing the boy from her squirming body. "Get your clothes off before I die!"
The older woman watched transfixed as the young teenager scrambled from the bed and began desperately stripping the clothes from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his pants and shorts and stood over her still lying on the bed, his youthful cock standing out in naked erection in front of him. She lifted her body slightly and wriggled entirely free of the bedspread, her eyes riveted on the virile young penis before her. She looked at the throbbing shaft and blunt, blood-filled head for a moment and then said:
"Oh, Johnny, I love your prick! It's going to feel so good going up inside your librarian, and twisting around deep in my cunt! Oh God, I want you to fuck me with it!"
Louella was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Yes, little Johnny Oaks' slender cock was one she'd never be afraid of! It was just the perfect size and shape for her! She reached out and wrapped her hand around it delightedly, feeling it hard and hot inside her fingers as she drew the uncircumcised foreskin down over the red coronal rim and feasted her eyes greedily on its fully exposed tip. Johnny's slim body bucked beneath her touch as she led him closer to her. . .
He lay down on the bed beside the mature woman, unresisting as she dragged him over her with the strength of her arms. She moved her hands down over the youthful smoothness of his maturing flesh to his taut round buttocks and cupped them softly. They were beautifully shaped and sinewy as she had hoped them to be, and his body was warm and hard against her. She raised her face to the boy again and locked her mouth tightly to his lips. Johnny gasped and pressed his head forward to kiss her moistly in return. Her womanly odor was maddening, a sensual scent of eroticism that he'd never smelled before, but which reminded him dimly of fresh-cut flowers from his mother's garden. His librarian's lips were moist and soft, and yielded before the harsher pressure of his teeth with a willingness that sent tiny chills racing all over his skin. The mature woman crushed her body up against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before twisting around and pulling him in between her wide-splayed legs.
"Ohhh, yes, sweet child," she hissed invitingly. "Let your librarian teach you what isn't in some dumb old book!"
Louella crushed the boy tightly to her and ran her hands eagerly over the secret hollows of his teenage flesh. His slender virile cock was cradled hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her moistly seeping vagina. She arched up for a moment and levered them both up off the bed, then reached down under her buttocks with both hands and pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his boyish cock greater contact with the wet sensitive flesh of her gently throbbing cuntal slit. She relaxed with a heart-felt sigh, dropping her body back to the bed and feeling his rigid young hardness trapped deliciously tight between her thighs.
"Now, darling Johnny, you can hug me ... Yes, hug your librarian just as hard as you can..."
Johnny was eager to obey her every command. He forced his hands in between her shoulders and the mattress and ran them down the lush curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving as she undulated her womanly body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under her soft white skin, as her thighs gripped firmly against the outside of his slender hips. He wondered how they would squeeze around him in a few minutes when he had sunk his aching cock deep up inside her cunt.
"Ohhh, fuck me now, darling boy, fuck me now..." the older woman crooned into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding. "I must have you now, I must!"
Johnny started to move, but his school librarian beat him to it. Her hands came down between their hotly straining bodies and circled around his slender young cock, guiding it up between the swollen lips of her passion-moistened cunt. The boy groaned above her as he felt her move it up and down between her legs, parting the silk-smooth hair of her trembling vagina with the pulsating head of his youthful cock. The soft blonde curls grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into a greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
The teenager couldn't hold back another second! He had to fuck his librarian, and right this instant! He flicked his lean hips forward with a sudden eager thrust that drove his virile penis into the hot gaping mouth of the older woman's pussy.
"Ohhhh," Louella moaned beneath him as she felt the warm elastic sheath of her cunt slip wetly and easily up over his sensitive erection. There was no pain this time, no cringing horror at what a man-sized cock could do inside her vulnerable belly, because this time it was a boy fucking into her! A boy of just the right length and size to satisfy the hungry craving she had fought against for so long! The utter depravity of corrupting young Johnny Oaks was so unspeakably wicked to her, that it seared away all her resistance, leaving her as a bare, naked female. She was a woman at last, reveling in sexual fulfillment, and it was passion and passion alone that now controlled her every whim. She gasped for breath, delirious from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body as the teenager plunged his boyish hardness deeper into her steaming cunt.
"Yesssss," she sighed. "Oh God, fuck me hard, darling boy..."
Johnny's face glowed with pleasure and pride, knowing he was pleasing a much older woman. His long, thin penis raced up his librarian's pussy to the full depths of her quivering belly, warm and tight at first, and then easier as the wetness of her cuntal passage surrounded his fleshy shaft and bathed it in heated moisture. He was really doing it! Shit, he was fucking Mrs. Brewer, and she was eating it up! He swore that this wouldn't be the last time he fucked her, either, as he felt his pulsating balls slap against the upturned crevice of her buttocks. No sireee, it wouldn't be the last time when it was this hot!
He could feel Mrs. Brewer's urgently answering throbs around the hard rubbery head of his penis. Her clasping vaginal flesh began a soft opening and closing motion around him, as her hungrily nibbling pussy screwed itself up tight against his hairless loins. He clenched his teeth together, hardly able to contain his youthful enthusiasm as her grunts and moans of pleasure resounded through the otherwise quiet bedroom.
Louella's body felt itself bursting with life now. A maddening electric sensation seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve endings of her flesh, rippling in her desire-filled cunt and out their hair-lined lips, dancing like fire across her milk-white thighs and up the full length of her contracting belly to the hardened nipples of her breasts. Thin rivulets of perspiration rolled down her trembling sides, beneath her.
She rotated her hips from side to side around the fleshy young penis impaling her hungering vagina. Johnny's boyish shaft felt as if it had a heart imbedded in its pulsating head whose steady beat against her moist cuntal flesh was becoming a part of her very soul. She was one with it! She and her darling Johnny were one fleshy mass of lewd sensation, merging joyously together! The child had crawled into her belly! He was part of her!
The teenaged youth could hardly hold back his glee as he felt his librarian begin surging her pelvis against the fully embedded length of his rock-hard penis. He tentatively began long hard strokes into the streaming vaginal passage now wet and slippery with her desire, withdrawing until just the swollen tip of his cock was left inside the hot clasping hole, and then thrusting forward hard with his hips until his balls slapped tightly against the wide-split crack of her lushly mature buttocks. His inexperience only heightened the delight for Louella, until she moaned helplessly as her belly was plundered in awkward boyish zeal almost beyond endurance. She could feel his slender young penis sliding up and down like an oiled piston, and the lust-inciting smack of his small round testicles against her anus as he jerked forward on the downstroke.
Her womb flared wide and the hair-lined lips of her cunt flowered open to receive all of the eager boy's driving cock. She was alone with darling Johnny in a private world of forbidden sex, leaving all her fears and morality behind forever. She was filled with the lewd desire to feel him cum inside her, to feel him shoot his fresh young sperm far up into her greedily sucking belly! Her hands snaked desperately around his back, the nails clawing a red-streaked path down to his flexing buttocks. She pulled the teenager deeper between her legs and thrust her hair-covered vagina up hard to impale herself further on his slim pumping cock. The desire-moistened flesh of her vagina clasped frantically around his youthful shaft, not wanting it ever to stop. He was driving her insane with pleasure!
The bedsprings squeaked in obscene rhythm to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling against each other. The sounds of deep straining moans and sighs filled the stifling air of the room, mingling with the noise of passion-soaked flesh smacking with perspiration and the wet sluicing sound of the boy's driving cock going in and out of his mature librarian's cunt.
* * *
The girl scout meeting at the Hawthorne's had ended early when Marsha Bregenson had vomited in the fish tank, and Sally Oaks had walked home from there it wasn't too far, and the afternoon was pleasant. Now, as the nubile young teenager walked into the kitchen of her house through the back door, her mind was centered on how to squeeze her homework in with the television she wanted to watch tonight. She wasn't prepared at all for the strange noises coming from the second floor of the house.
At first she heard just the movements of the bed, and she cocked her head in wonderment. And then she heard Louella say in a hoarse, passionate voice, "Fuck me, ohhhh, fuck me harder, darling boy!"
Sally sensed every muscle of her slender young body grow rigid as the lascivious words registered in her shocked mind. Momentarily she froze, unable to move. Then, almost immediately, she heard a groaning gasp of a male ... a young male whom she recognized at once as being her brother Johnny!
"Ohhhhh, yes! Fuck me back, Mrs. Brewer! Fuck me back!"
Sally leaned against the wall for support, uncertain if her legs could hold her up. She couldn't believe it, even though she'd heard the lewd words with her own ears! Even though she knew what must be happening in her bedroom! They must be screwing!
A flash of an image crossed the teenage girl's mind, a weird tingling growing in the pit of her stomach. She'd never seen two people make love, though she'd wondered about what it must look like whenever she was masturbating. Then she would imagine herself under the naked body of a boy, dreaming of what it would feel like with his thing going up between her legs. But Johnny and Mrs. Brewer? No ... that was impossible! She'd have to see with her own eyes to believe that!
Sally found herself drawn through the living room and down the hall, curious to know if her brother's hardened penis really was sunk inside the school librarian's belly. Her heart stopped and she dared not breathe as she approached the open door, the obscene noises continuing to flood her ears, their intensity increasing with every step she took. Still disbelieving what must be going on in there, she inched closer, peering around the corner of the doorway with wide eyes....
The sight made her turn pale, while unfathomable emotions raged in turmoil throughout her immature mind. Tears filled her eyes and a lump formed in her throat at the lewd spectacle of the older woman's beautiful body trapping her naked brother between clamping legs. It was true! Johnny and Mrs. Brewer were screwing violently!
Sally could see her twin brother's slender penis disappearing and reappearing into the mature librarian's softly hair-fringed pussy with pile-driving thrusts. She centered her gaze on the muscles straining out on the woman's inner thighs as Louella strained like a nymphomaniac to get more of the boy's young cock inside her hungrily sucking cunt. Her hands were cupping his pumping buttocks with a savage force which cut thin red lines into the youthful skin. She squeezed the taut moons together, forcing the walls of her trembling vagina to close tighter around the slim hardness of his young penis.
Still it was difficult for the teenage girl to accept what she was seeing and hearing, the never-before vision churning inside her brain. Cripes, Mrs. Brewer was practically raping Johnny! Was that the way it was done when a girl wanted a boy? She'd seen some pictures and heard some stories, and had passed last year's sex education course, but still ... My God, she couldn't believe it, even when she saw the librarian's pinkly rounded vaginal lips tighten like an elastic band around the fleshy shaft of her brother's cock, absorbing it as if it were a stick of candy within the moist dark cavern of her cunt!
An awed sensation of prurient amazement raced through Sally's virginal loins as she watched her brother and Mrs. Brewer fucking on the bed. She could feel the perspiration flowing freely along her trembling body, trickling down between her youthful breasts and legs beneath the folds of her girl scout uniform. She had a strange sense of not really being there, the staggering shock of watching this perverted fucking so strong to her, and she couldn't really understand it entirely. Down between her clenching thighs, her tight virginal pussy was tingling like it had never tingled before, and she realized belatedly that something weird was happening to her own body. It was almost as if she were envious of Mrs. Brewer for being screwed! She thought fleetingly of leaving ... but she continued to watch with hypnotic fascination, now beyond all rationality.
Sally found her vision whirling, the thought of what it would be like to be under a naked body like her brother exciting her tremendously. Jees, she wondered how it would feel to have a hard cock shoved up between her thighs ... what she would do when his semen spurted out. What did a girl do then? She had no idea ... but she watched as an eager student might to find out.
The young teenager could feel the moisture seeping excitedly down between her legs as she stared at Mrs. Brewer's ovaling pussy sucking on her brother's long hard cock. Obscenely mesmerized, Sally felt her hands of their own volition begin to massage the firm roundness of her budding breasts beneath the scout uniform.
She trapped the tingling, hard little nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them through the cloth of her dress and thin brassiere. She choked back a moan and dropped one hand to raise up the hem of her dress, slipping down to her knees beside the door and pressing her fingers against the moistened strip of nylon panties covering her hot little pussy. Uncontrollably she pulled aside the filmy wisp of panty material to feel the tantalizing silkiness of her sparse pubic hair and the tight cuntal slit pulsing feverishly against her fingers. Holding the panty crotch band aside, she drew open the narrow slit of her virginal cunt and exposed the tender pink flesh to the close warm air of the hallway.
The school librarian's mewls of delight were more desperate than ever now, and the filmed eyes of young Sally Oaks were glued on the obscene coupling taking place a few feet from her. Her middle finger slid along her vaginal slit and found the tiny clitoris, then teased it with her fingernail and felt waves of consuming arousal ripple through her nubile young body. She dropped her middle finger lower and insinuated it slowly up into her now wetly throbbing pussy, pumping in and out to the rhythmic fucking on the bed.
The young girl was caught up with the sordid passions she was watching, and she wriggled on the carpet and let her slender thighs open completely. The lewd wet sucking sounds of her masturbation were clearly discernible to her ears, but she didn't care she couldn't stop herself. Her firm young body bucked excitedly from her whipping hand, and her tingling cuntal walls secreted fresh moisture as she saw her twin brother grinding down faster, driving Mrs. Brewer deep into the groaning mattress.
"Oh! Oh crap!" she heard Johnny cry out. "I'm ... I'm going to cummin!"
Johnny shoved his cock hard up inside his librarian's cunt, straining wildly for the final end of this delicious torture which was growing in his burgeoning balls. Then all at once the boy felt a white hot stream begin deep in his loins and race the full length of his plunging hardness. He gasped as his hotly embedded erection began a sudden violent jerking that flooded the older woman's vaginal passage without warning.
"Don't stop, darling child! Don't stop cummingggg...! " Louella pleaded deliriously. Then she choked, a low banshee wail forming on the edges of her straining lips, her nostrils flaring wide as she screwed herself up against his ejaculating young penis. Johnny was cumming inside her! He was shooting his creamy fresh sperm into her love-starved pussy, and the thought of it made her shiver with new-found pleasure. At the same time her own long-awaited climax began, and she undulated her buttocks from side to side on the bed, spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his still burrowing cock-flesh.
"Ohhhhh God! I'm cumming too, darling boy!" the tormented blonde moaned breathlessly, her body quivering uncontrollably beneath the adolescent pounding. "Harder! Fuck me harder now!"
Sally in the doorway found her breath rasping in her throat. They were having an orgasm together! And she was watching it, watching every second of their climax! Frantically she fingered her throbbing clitoris, her seeping cunt, even her anus with her hands, impaling herself as deeply as she could on her middle finger. She was going to cum too!
Sally could imagine herself crying out her passion beneath Johnny, just as Mrs. Brewer was doing. Johnny! Ohhh, but his long hard cock was inside of her, the way a boy's should be, and he felt so good to her ... Spiraling jolts of lewd sensation soured through the teenage girl's loins as she pictured herself in a writhing position beneath her own brother's spewing cock. She ground her middle finger harder and deeper up between her legs, quivering from her obscene thoughts, gasping for release. Her face flushed as she sensed her orgasm rising, and then the hot fluid of her own climax gushed out around her fingers, coating her rampaging hand warmly as she bit her lower lip to keep from groaning out her cry of ecstatic bliss...!
Then, just as suddenly, Sally collapsed, sliding all the way to the hallway floor. She could still hear noises from the bedroom, but they were noises of contentment now, not of passion. She peered in with dulled, half-lidded eyes, knowing she was risking the awful chance of discovery, and saw her brother and Mrs. Brewer lying cradled in each other's arms...
Louella felt young Johnny empty the last of his virile seed deep up into her belly. The juices of their co-mingling orgasms swirled far up inside her soft, quivering vagina in a wet tide of passion and fulfillment that made her feel as if she'd been hit in the stomach with an iron fist. Johnny lay with his head nestled against her trembling breasts, his quickly deflating penis still throbbing between her clasping cuntal lips, his body lethargic with spent sensation. Dimly she heard him whisper wetly into her ear:
"Shit, that was really something, Mrs. Brewer! I'll get hard in a minute and we can fuck again, if you like..."
The older woman moaned guiltily, her heart seeming to be a dead weight in her breast, heavy with the dread significance of young Johnny's innocent words. Tears began to stain her cheeks as she realized the obscene portrait she and the youth must make together, she lying with her legs and arms spread with limp contentment and his lean nakedness covering her own in the age-old position of fucking. Her body was beaten and drained, and waves of shame and degradation filtered slowly through her as she thought of how she'd molested this young boy into fucking her.
Well, she had been fucked, and fucked damned good. Fucked right in his parent's home, just as she'd begged him to! A few hours ago she had been a decent, respectable woman, but now she lay here with the fresh sperm of an unsuspecting teenager pooling in her depraved body.
And he was asking for more!
And she wanted more! A wash of self-loathing flowed over her naked flesh as she realized that she wanted his slender hardness to again fill the void her years of deprivation had caused.
Already she was hungry to touch his virile penis, to feel its gleaming virility burrowing down into the softly throbbing depths of her long-neglected pussy. God, she wished she were dead! She wished that somebody would come along and kill her for being the corrupting woman she was!
But no, she was alive, more alive than she'd ever been before. Though she had to face the frightening reality of her new situation, she couldn't deny that there was an overwhelming sense of satisfaction in her immoral act with this handsome boy on his rumpled, sperm-matted bed. There was no question whether she would let him make love to her again or not, only if she wanted him to do it now or later. It was obvious that she couldn't stop herself from following her perverted desires now that she had loosened all her evil temptations. No pledge or promise could endure for longer than a few short minutes when faced with her suddenly unleashed passions. God, the dam had held back her cravings too long, and now it had completely cracked wide open. There was nothing that could stop her flood of lust! Where would it end? What was to become of her...?
As much as young Sally Oaks wanted to see her brother screw their librarian again, she knew she couldn't chance staying in the doorway a moment longer. She could never live down the embarrassment if she were caught now, staring wide-eyed with her girl scout uniform bunched up obscenely around her waist. Exhausted, the young girl dragged herself upright, her dress sticking to the damp sides of her thighs, her thin panties clinging to the cum-soaked hair of her tender cunt. She glanced down and saw the soiled spot on the carpet where she'd lain, but she didn't feel a single pang of remorse or revolt. Only contentment, and a sweet frustration of having wanted to be the one getting screwed. Heck, she'd give anything to be in there, even if it were with her brother. Who cared now? He had a lovely hard cock that could split her hymen open and hammer up between her legs until she groaned in ecstasy. Maybe she'd make him do what he'd done to Mrs. Brewer some night. Why not? What difference did it make who it was as long as he was fucking her? Being a virgin was a drag!
A wave of shivering passion from the obscene thought of incest rippled over the young teenager, and Sally groped for the door jamb as she felt dizzy with new arousal. She moaned, not realizing how loud her voice was in the quiet house, and her hand missed the door jamb. She staggered, tripping on her own legs, and lurched into the bedroom before she knew what had happened. She cried out in surprise, then whirled around with the back of her hand pressed to her mouth.
In terror, Sally Oaks looked directly at the bed. There, sitting up with her thighs bent in such a way as to show her soft blonde pubic hair still glistening between her legs, was Mrs. Brewer. And both she and Sally's twin brother were staring right back at her, their eyes as wide as saucers.
"Mrs. Brewer!"
"Sally!"
"Johnny!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Sally Oaks' unexpected entrance shot through Louella Brewer's mind like a speeding bullet. She was unaware for a split second who had come crashing into the bedroom, and she pivoted under the comfortable loins of young Johnny Oaks to raise up and see who it was. Her brain shattered with fright at the idea of being caught like this, and shaking the vestiges of her satiation, she tried wildly to think of how to escape.
Then with terrifying clarity, Louella saw Johnny's twin.
Sally! God, this was the worst thing imaginable, to be seen in depraved abandon by the boy's own innocent sister! Her presence itself sent waves of nausea racing through the older woman's body, but then came the wretched realization that Sally was not standing in gape-eyed horror at her librarian's molestations, ready to bolt in tear-filled loathing! Instead, Louella saw that the adolescent's beautiful face was clearly etched with the same carnal expression she had felt on her own face only moments before! Dear God, Sally had been watching them making love, and was unaccountably excited by it! The sweet, darling girl was now the second unsuspecting child to be depraved by her! God, would it ever come to an end, this horrible curse which was driving her on?
It was a long second before Johnny could find his voice, and then he groaned out in humiliation: "Oh, crap almighty!" Apprehensive dread filled his young body as he saw his sister, for he could envision what would happen to him when she'd blabbed everything to the folks. The shit would really hit the fan, and no telling what would be done to Mrs. Brewer for this. The boy had, in his inexperience, entirely misread the look upon his sister's face, and he blurted:
"Gee, Sis, I ... I mean, we ... aw hell, don't squeal on us!"
Sally started to gasp out an answer, but couldn't. Her words wadded in her throat and she could only stand next to the bed, her own legs unmovable leaden weights as she continued to stare at her librarian's nakedly exposed vagina, and her brother's slender young penis curving between his lean thighs in half erection. Cripe! The erotic sight of their nakedness only seemed to incite her more the closer she got to them, and a ripple of lurid excitement raced through her. The teenager whimpered in a mixture of passionate desire and trembling misgivings as she felt the tender lips of her vaginal passage throbbing more urgently than ever.
"No ... No, I won't tell anybody," she finally managed to say. "I won't-if you'll let me join in!"
Louella gasped aloud as she heard the girl's lewd request. She couldn't believe it, not from sweet innocent Sally! But then, she didn't know the seething young passion raging out of control inside the pretty teenager from having watched the whole lewd scene on the bed. The librarian twisted her buttocks against the mattress as though trying to bury herself shamefully in it, seeing sheer, wanton desire reflecting in the adolescent's sparkling eyes.
"No, Sally, you don't know what you're saying! Why, you're still a virgin!"
"Gee, I can't help that, Mrs. Brewer. I don't want to be, not any more. I was watching you and it looked to be lots of fun. I want to try it, I really do!"
"But there's ... there's only...! "
"I know," Sally said defensively. "There's only Johnny. So he's my brother? I love him more than any old boy I know. I'd rather have him be the first one more than anybody else!"
"Crap, Sis, I dunno..."
"You will, Johnny Oaks, or I'll tell Daddy on you! Then Mrs. Brewer will go to jail, I betcha! You want that for her?" She burst out with her threats, hearing them being said even before she realized they were pouring from her mouth, and certainly not meaning any of them. Without another consideration of what she was doing, she began to undress in front of them, frantic to be as naked as they and making love on the bed.
Louella was speechless with shock as she watched the young girl slip her girl scout dress down, exposing her rounded firm thighs and a pair of thin white nylon panties. Sally kicked the dress away, sending her loafers after it, then peeled off her brassiere with fumbling fingers, breathing harshly as she did so. The brassiere fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her firmly ripening breasts sprang into view. They stood high and proud, quivering slightly with the girl's pent-up excitement as she bent slightly to draw her panties off.
Louella's breath returned in tight gasps and a burning sensation bubbled in her belly with each movement the young girl made. The sexual ferment of Sally's body was acting as a giant heater, and Louella could feel a trickle of perspiration running from her navel down her belly and into the blonde triangle of her pubic hair. Its slow teasing trail caused her to squirm against the bed again, the rumpled sheets rubbing sensuously up against the moist fringes of her still pulsing vagina.
Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled with indecision. She knew she should demand that Sally get dressed and leave the room. As aroused as the young girl was, it wasn't fair to allow her to lose her virginity, and especially not to her own twin brother! She couldn't allow it to happen she'd already sunk too low by allowing Johnny to make love to her in a moment of passion! But she feared the girl's reprisals, cringing inwardly from the threat of Stan and Isabel learning of this. Her stomach tied in knots from the knowledge she could never trust a teenager's undisciplined discretion, not even Johnny's. And now his sister was laying it on the line!
"Sally, you mustn't ... " she attempted to argue.
"Oh, Mrs. Brewer, please be my teacher! Please be the one to show me all about sex!" Sally was naked now, and joyously she stretched in front of her librarian and brother, showing off all of her nubile nakedness from her pert little breasts to the dark "vee" of her virginal pussy. "Please, Mrs. Brewer?"
Louella moaned, not knowing what to do. Even as she thought about it, the idea of helping Johnny fuck his own sister filled her with obscene excitement. The lewd notion sent electric tingles deep into her belly and she could feel a warm wetness beginning again between her own thighs. A gush of shame crimsoned her face as sudden waves of prurient temptation overcame her desire to resist at all costs. Oh God, what should she do? What could she do? This was sheer lunacy, sitting by and being blackmailed this way by a young girl and worse, enjoying it! What was she turning into? There seemed to be no respite, no satiating her lewd and corrupting appetite now...
"You will, won't you, Mrs. Brewer?" Sally asked excitedly and she hopped onto the bed and wrapped her arms around her librarian's neck, kissing her warmly on the mouth. "Oh, you understand what it's like to be a girl!" Then turning to her brother, she giggled: "And Johnny, I'll try to be nicer for you than any girl you've ever known! Even Mrs. Brewer!"
The girl fell back on the mattress between them, and smiled as she saw her twin brother stare down at her natural, curvaceous beauty. Her rounded, slender white thighs were spread apart for him, and the sight of her silken fringe of coal-black pubic hair and finger-swollen cuntal slit were driving him out of his mind! She knew it was, for she was grown up, wasn't she? She had breasts and a pussy and all the things boys liked, and in just a few minutes she was going to be a full woman-just like Mrs. Brewer was! Heck, there wasn't any question that Johnny wanted her; she could see the increasing throb in his handsome young cock, and it was letting her know clearly that she was arousing him, just like a girl should!
In her insane desire to lose her virginity, Sally rolled her pretty head back and forth, feeling her long black hair whip from side to side with the movement. Ohhh god, she wanted to be fucked badly...! She felt her brother crawling onto his knees beside her now, beautifully lean and erect, an apprehensive smile on his fresh, beardless face as his eyes involuntarily soaked in all the tender delights of her brazenly proffered nakedness. She watched avidly as his stiffening cock rose up from his hairless loins, and she raised to her elbows to gaze greedily at his sperm-swollen testicles hanging between his boyish thighs.
Che-rist! Johnny thought as he studied his naked sister. This was too much! Now Sally wanted him, just like Mrs. Brewer did! He choked out: "W-Wow, Sally, we better stop this. I mean, you're ... you're my sister and all. You squirm around like that, and some-something's gonna happen!"
"I want it to happen, Johnny!" she mewled. "I-I want to feel just like Mrs. Brewer did! Do it! Do it to me! Fuck meeee!"
"Huh? Ohhh, crap! I can't take this!"
Sally's lewd plea for her brother to fuck her was more than his immature mind could accept. He didn't care who she was she wanted his cock inside her, and shit, she was going to get it! He almost whimpered as he moved over her, but she anticipated him and her small hand slipped down between them and encircled his now erect penis, causing them both to gasp hotly into one another's face...
Dear Jesus, it felt so wonderful in her hand! Sally held it in possessive affection, twisting back to jut her firm white breasts upwards toward his mouth. "Oh, Johnny, suck them! Please, suck my titties!"
Johnny couldn't have resisted if he'd wanted to. Hungrily he clutched one warm, nubile mound in his hand and sucked in its tiny hardened nipple, completely absorbing it and the tiny areola into his mouth. Shit, he had to be in some kind of wild drug-dream! His own sister turning on like this, and making him hotter than hell while she was at it! And crap! Sally was so smooth and soft and warm, her little round tit right in his mouth!
Sally moaned out rapturously as her twin brother began to nibble and suck experimentally on her breast, and she began working her grasping fingers up and down over the outer skin of his warmly throbbing penis.
"Oh ... oh, Johnny, it's beautiful ... just the way I hoped it would feel." Sally half whimpered, half gasped up at him. "It makes me feel so goooddddd..."
"Crap, Sis, I don't know if we should ... but I don't want to stop, not now!" He stroked her nakedly exposed buttocks lovingly, then eased his fingers into the smooth crevice between her thighs, fingering the tightly puckered hole of her virginal cunt. His sister whimpered again, a convulsive shudder rippling over her satiny young flesh as her brother spread the soft sparse-haired lips open and pushed a middle finger tentatively inside her vagina.
"Ahhhhh ... ahhhh ... " Sally sighed enchantedly, spreading her legs wider in order to make it easier for her twin to reach her pussy. He found her clitoris, his experience with Mrs. Brewer guiding him unconsciously, and once more Sally lurched spasmodically as the tiny pleasure bud was manipulated by a finger.
Sweet Jesus, it was more delicious than Sally had ever imagined! The sensations her brother was causing in her loins were beyond description, and she wanted more ... more ... and she smashed her tender lips upon his as she squirmed the flatness of her belly up to him. "Ohh, Johnny, crawl over me now..." she whispered excitedly into his mouth. "I'm ready..."
Johnny moved up over his sister, losing himself in the rapture of the girl's naked embrace. The heat of her soft, pliant flesh sent charges of lust through him, and he could hardly believe what he was about to do to this writhing female flesh beneath him. There was a word for it an ugly, forbidden word to describe what they were doing but yeah man, he was going to do it anyway! Crap yes, he was! He was going to fuck his own twin sister!
Johnny pushed his hands down beneath her, cupping the tautness of her firm smooth buttocks and drawing her open loins tighter against him. Then he insinuated the hardness of his slender penis into her tightly clenched cuntal crevice, sensing the velvety flesh growing more moist with each passing second. Her hips began an incessant rotation up against him until her legs snaked out side on either side of his trembling body. This was how Mrs. Brewer had done it, Sally told herself, and she locked her calves tightly behind her brother's thighs and pulled him eagerly up into her.
"Oh, Johnny, do it now, please! Fuck me!" she gasped longingly. "Don't make me wait another minute! Please fuck me now!"
Lying beside the lewdly coupled twins on the bed, Louella dug the nails of her fingers into her palms, unable to believe the vile, yet enticing words bubbling from the sweet young girl's lips. She watched in stunned horror as Sally prepared to lose her virginity to her brother, her own unquenched desires rapidly intensifying with perverted sensation. She leaned forward, unable to move, watching in unspeakably wicked fascination as the girl's round buttocks contracted around Johnny's thighs uncontrollably. As much as she realized that she had tacitly surrendered to this incestual depravity, she still felt guilty by not reaching out and tearing the twins apart. Sally's whole life was at stake! Her whole sexual and moral existence was hanging by the merest thread! And yet ... if Sally really wanted to be made love to, would it be worse to stop her? Louella had been forced into a man's embrace, and consequently had never enjoyed sex until this very afternoon. It had taken her thirty-two years, and she wouldn't wish that hopeless prison on any woman, not even her worst enemy. Maybe Sally was doing the right thing, leaping at the chance to learn the joys of sex when she had the urge and willingness. God only knew her way had been wrong!
And all the while, this lewd embrace was exciting her. Oh God, how it was exciting her! Watching Sally succumb to the uncontrollable demands of her sensual young body, coupled with the ravishment of her own cunt by darling Johnny Oaks' slender cock only moments before, was sending overwhelming thrills of wicked pleasure coursing through her mature woman's flesh. She began to undulate her lush round buttocks lasciviously in circles in lewd anticipation of the final invasion of the tender girl's virginal pussy...
"Ohhhh, it hurts, it hurts!" Sally moaned in pain.
"Shit, your cunt's as tight as an ass-hole!" her brother choked in confused passion, never having fucked a virgin before. He continued to push the head of his hardened cock up into the firmly resisting passage of her sensitive pussy.
"Oh! Oh!" Sally moaned again. She'd had no idea that there would be such agony! She'd never been entered by anything larger than her own fingers, and now she felt as though she were being ripped in half by a gigantic pole! God, how could she have been so ignorant? She'd thought it was going to be so beautiful, but how could any woman love this? God, she'd have to stop Johnny, or go out of her mind with the pain! Nothing was worth this...!
"Stop it!" she cried out. "You're killing me!"
The naked librarian read the clenched expression on the little girl's face and understood immediately. Dear God, it was just like she'd been when Mel had savagely forced his way inside her! The child was ready to scream with her torment and pain! If there had been hesitation before, it vanished in that second of comprehension, Louella identifying with Sally in this her moment of suffering. Sally needed help ... she needed her! She wanted Johnny just as she herself had desired him, but she had to have him the right way, or all would be lost!
"You'll be all right Sally," Louella whispered, bending over to kiss the girl on the cheek. "You've gone this far, now you must finish. It will mean so much to you later on if you do..."
"Ohhh, I want to ... But Johnny is hurting me so much..."
"Get off her, Johnny darling," the older woman instructed gently. "That's right, now just move down on the bed and rest a moment. Mmmmmm, on my breast if you like, darling
Disappointment welled up inside Sally at the loss of her brother's cock, and a vague humiliation at not being woman enough to take him yet. But she sensed a strong feeling of trust and love for her librarian now, and felt certain that with Mrs. Brewer's help she'd master the secrets of being fucked. Entranced, she watched as the naked woman moved around, her voluptuously full breasts cradling her brother, her long blonde hair tumbling around her shoulders and down around his face. Then she saw Mrs. Brewer taking Johnny's hardened young penis in her hand, fondling it gently as she smiled benignly down at them.
"You see, darlings, it wasn't wet enough yet," Louella murmured encouragingly. "It's quite normal the first time, with the hesitation and unsureness we all have when trying something new. Now, you just watch what I'm going to do to help..."
Maddening excitement soared through the mature woman as she fondled young Johnny's rigid cock, feeling its slight coating of moisture from his sister's virginal cunt lips. Louella felt the boy writhe and heard him groan in wonder as she took it between her thumb and forefinger at its base to roll it gently between them. The split at the cock-head intrigued her, and a tiny droplet of moisture seeped wetly from the opening. God, what would it taste like? Well, she was going to find out! She suddenly wanted to taste that tiny droplet of emission, and she began to lower her head uncontrollably towards its blunt blood-filled tip...
Crap! Johnny wanted to yell. What was Mrs. Brewer doing now? He was ready to blow his crazy skull...!
Louella heard the youth choke in mounting anticipation while insane charges of lurid sensation surged through her belly and loins. Her face was over his fresh young loins now and she continued skinning back and forth over his slender hardness. Her lips were a bare inch away as she opened her mouth to breathe softly against its pulsing flesh, and she found herself masochistically enjoying doing this lewd perversion willingly in front of little Sally.
Her tongue flicked out and came into warm wet contact with the bulbous head of the teenager's penis. She circled it about the smooth, rubbery glans as young Johnny groaned and twisted from the cruel teasing to which the older woman was subjecting him. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny drop of seminal fluid in the end-slit, and the sharp pungent taste caused her mouth to salivate with rising excitement. Her hands dropped to the base of his boyish cock and she gently cupped his smooth hairless testicles while with her other hand she grazed her fingernails up and down over the hardened shaft of flesh. She began planting moist warm kisses on it, beginning at the top and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up again to the thick red crown. She played with it a little longer, not being able just yet to bring herself to take it all into her mouth.
But Johnny could wait no more. With a high-pitched gurgle, the adolescent thrust his loins upward with the strength of his developing muscles. His thick cock-head slid quickly through Mrs. Brewer's soft moist lips, in between the even whiteness of her teeth and into the moist warm cavern of her mouth.
Louella could feel the spongy flesh of his young erection rub the full length of her tongue, almost embedding itself deep in her throat.
The librarian closed her eyes to keep from choking. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it that wasn't already filled by Johnny's delicious penis, the base of which was protruding stump-like from her lewdly ovaling lips. She began a slow rhythmic sucking up and down over his slender hardness, feeling her excitement growing as he jerked in concert, his moans thick with teenage passion. The debasing thought of her mouth being used this way, as she had had Johnny use her cunt minutes before, grew again in her mind. She sucked demon-like as if to punish her own warped cravings, swishing her tongue around and around the throbbing young hardness sliding in and out of her tightly clasping lips. She sucked to please the boy, her head bobbing like a cork in stormy seas over his leanly pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being used, used like the dirty slut she'd let herself become, permeated her naked flesh in tingling delight. God, how she wished she could suck the child to a climax right at that moment and taste his hot, sweet cum shooting into her mouth and throat ... But no, she had to think of Sally, and there would still be plenty of time later ... If not tonight, then another day...
"Oh, Mrs. Brewer!" Sally mewled passionately. "Ohhh, I want Johnny now ... please?"
Johnny moaned out his frustration as his librarian slipped her warm wet mouth from around his cock, then lightly kissed its moistened tip. "There, darling child, you're all nice and wet. Everything will be easier now, and Sally needs you," she said, giving his swollen penis an affectionate squeeze. "Now quick before you dry off! Get up on top of her and I'll help..."
Crap, he had to be in some crazy dream! What difference did it make who was using his cock? Just as long as he could get it into one of them, librarian or sister! Holy shit almighty! He was going right out of Ms ever-loving mind!
Johnny crawled over his twin sister's widespread thighs again, staring down at the girl's deliciously inviting tenderness. She clutched at him, drawing him down to her, her pink-tipped young breasts flattening against his naked chest. And then Mrs. Brewer was kneeling beside them, her hand reaching back between his legs to gently grasp his saliva-lubricated penis and guide its blunt tip toward Sally's small, tight cunt.
"Oh, fuck me, Johnny, I want it all this time!" Sally gasped hotly into her brother's face before she started kissing him.
No one could better know the gnawing desire in Sally's tender virginal loins than the older woman beside her on the bed. God, how she had begged the same way for this darling boy's virile cock! Louella gazed at the fifteen-year-old girl's anxiously quivering pussy and could see the delicate pink flesh of her cuntal slit sparkling dew-like as she rubbed Johnny's moistened penis up between her pussy lips. Gently she insinuated the young boy's pulsing cock into the tiny mouth of his sister's vagina until it was properly aimed at her virginal opening.
"Now, darling child, slip it in steadily without stopping," their librarian instructed the boy. "Push easy but firmly, that's it ... All the way in now..."
Again Sally felt her breath lump in her throat as her teenaged brother's penis penetrated her tight cuntal channel, but this time there was no respite, and his lubricated hardness slid relentlessly upward into the warm velvet-like depths of her virginal loins.
"Ohhhhhhh," she mewled uncontrollably, sensing the walls of her cringing vagina clasping around her brother's penis like a buttered glove. The hard, blunt end was pressing painfully against what had to be the thin barrier of her hymen, and then suddenly the girl felt it part. The tight elastic ring defending the young teenager's purity popped with a quick, unexpected rupture, and Johnny's lust-engorged penis slipped through and deeper inside with a rush which left both her and Mrs. Brewer gasping for breath. Sally's eyes opened as the fleshy invasion of her previously untouched pussy rammed all the way up the passage of her tight young cunt.
"Agggghhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Sally cried out beneath the boy, and Johnny felt the warm, squeezing sheath enfold the sensitive shaft of his throbbing erection. Her tender little pussy pulsed warmly around the entire length of his rigid young penis, until at last his desire-tightened testicles slapped snugly into the upturned cheeks of her clenching buttocks. Shit, he was home! Mrs. Brewer had showed him how to fuck his sister!
"Now, try to move your hips, Sally," their naked librarian ordered, smiling sympathetically down at the girl. "I found that to be the best way."
The skewered young teenager tried to comply, but no matter how she turned for relief, it only seemed to add to the hurt billowing up from her ravished vagina. Her whole cuntal area was a raw seething ache, but she fought back as best she could, clenching the muscles of her inner thighs in an effort to find a position that would bring her pleasure instead of pain. She began to rotate her. buttocks slightly with cautious experimentation, expecting more agony to be the result, but she was surprised and gratified to find that her cooperative undulations actually helped to stretch her tiny cunt enough to lessen the pressure. So she increased her motions, slavishly grinding and twisting her trembling ass-cheeks around her brother's hard driving penis as though she were glued to it.
"That's right, fuck him back! Fuck your pussy back!" the older woman encouraged delightedly. "And Johnny, you fuck her like you fucked me so well, darling boy!"
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Sally chanted over and over while bucking beneath the school librarian's commands, the sounds her mouth were making lost in the buffeting of her face against her brother's chest. With his downward lunges, the boy was filling her newly stretched passage to the brim, and she felt as if he were jamming the very post of the bed up inside her cunt. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
Johnny fucked into her with growing passion, and Sally could tell that he was thrusting harder than ever now. It made her mind burst with the lewd, prurient idea of what she must look like, heaving and straining beneath the boy who'd been fucking Mrs. Brewer like this just a little while ago.
Her breath quickened along with her pulse as the young girl realized that the horrible stabs of pain deep in her loins were slowly passing to a stage where they were mere uneasy discomforts. Then softly, inexorably, the discomfort gradually began to change into something else as her lust-crazed immaturity continued to dwell on what she must look like to the older woman kneeling beside them. She could see the smiling pleasure on their naked librarian's face, seemingly half in lust and half in sympathetic understanding and empathy. Was Mrs. Brewer getting as much a charge out of watching as Sally had watching her? She hoped so! Wow, she truly hoped she was!
Teenage Johnny pumped harder and longer up between his sister's wide-splayed thighs, and as he did so, Sally found that the discomfort had decidedly changed now to short electric tingles that were forever increasing the difference between pain and pleasure. She rolled her head beneath his heaving chest, hardly able to believe that after all her suffering she was now beginning to enjoy being fucked at last.
God, but she was! The jolts of lewd delight which surged through her every time her twin brother thrust his rigid cock into her vagina refused to desist, and they grew and grew, proving to her that she'd been right all along! She was loving getting fucked! Cripe, yes! Yes, this was it! She'd been a fool to wait this long! How could she ever have dreamed of denying herself this sublime delight!
She panted and writhed more virulently now, hearing both Johnny and Mrs. Brewer breathing harshly above her. Her twin brother's cock was a heaven-sent miracle raging in her tender little belly, making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. It was beautiful, so beautifully goooddddd...!
"You starting to like it now, darling?" Louella asked eagerly above her, seeing the change from agony to delight spreading across her fresh young features. "You like Johnny's cock inside your cunt?"
"Yes!" came Sally's muffled reply. "Oh, God yes!"
"Then tell your brother what you want!" the naked woman demanded. "Call out what your little pussy wants the most!"
"Cock! Ohhh, Johnny's cock deep up inside me! Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck your little sister hard!"
Johnny Oaks tried his damnedest. His young loins were aflame with a fierce burning which swept through him every time he fucked deep into Sally's quivering cunt. He gasped and panted as he reveled in the perverted act of incest, his reasoning completely gone in the unbelievable threesome in which he was involved. Not only was his naked sister under him, but his beautiful librarian as well who lay sprawled in obscene exposure beside them.
Che-rist, he'd sure as shit blow all his cool if he didn't cum soon! There'd never been anything like this and could never be again! Socking it to his virgin sister and having the lush Mrs. Brewer right there helping him! Crap, she'd actually sucked his cock for a moment, and he could still hardly believe it had happened to him! Crap, who'd believe him? Not Steven or Donny, that's for sure ... he could go blabbing it to the world and nobody would believe him! He didn't even believe him!
Louella watched in covetous desire as Johnny thrust his hard young cock in and out of Sally's wide-stretching pussy with sharp pistoning strokes. She could hear his breathing coming in short bursts, his mouth open and his eyes fixed upon the sight of his twin sister's firm little breasts swaying like mounds of whipped cream to his every plunge. Then she studied the teenage girl's tender face and the expression of never-before passion which her brother's vigorous fucking was producing in her. Oh God, how she envied the girl at that moment, rapturously enjoying sex from this handsome youth in a way she'd never been able to until today. Sally would have years and years of pleasure ahead of her, instead of the barren misery Louella had experienced by her brutal introduction to sex and her own mother's narrow-minded prudery.
Excitedly, the older woman drew her hand over Johnny's nakedly working buttocks and down between his thighs. She cupped his swinging testicles warmly in her hand and was delighted by the groan of pleasure she heard from the ecstatic fifteen year old.
She lowered her face down closer to where she could see between their wildly writhing young bodies and view all of the erotic fucking that was taking place.
Spreading two of her fingers, Louella forked them up from around the boy's virile balls to the base of his cock, so that his stiffened penis was fucking between them with every surge he made into Sally's lubricious vagina. And then the sight of the girl's moist pink pussy caught the librarian's lustful eye. Eagerly she moved the middle finger of her other hand towards the sensitive flushed skin and felt it warm and tender to her soft caresses while little excited gasps broke from Sally's mouth in a surprised stream of sensual arousal. The older woman continued to run her hand along both sides of the straining young pussy where her darling boy's driving cock was plunging into the moist cuntal opening. She could feel the clinging lips of tender flesh clasping tightly around Johnny's slender penis, damp with the moisture which was now overflowing in abundance down her soft, satiny inner thighs.
Louella was never more certain of her own lecherous drives than she was at that moment, reveling as she was in the obscene incest of the young Oaks twins, not only witnessing and sanctioning, but actually guiding! Her head swam licentiously from the depravity of her now lust-blown mind, and she stretched out fully alongside the rutting young teenagers. She opened her legs, raising one up and bending it so that the full plane of her hair-covered pussy was almost level with Johnny's boyish face.
"Kiss my cunt, darling child," she purred up at him, her fingers still stroking his cock and his sister's widespread pussy. "Go on, try it. You'll like it, just like I liked kissing your sweet young prick!"
Johnny's head swirled from the passion of fucking his sister, and he couldn't think of a reason to protest the librarian's request. He leaned his head to the side slightly and pulling one hand free from around Sally's back, parted the blonde softness of Mrs. Brewer's pubic hair. Still pumping rhythmically into the girl beneath him, the teenager rubbed his fingers along the older woman's vagina and found his nostrils flaring from the sweet, soft odor rising from her loins. It was perfume!
"Try it ... " Mrs. Brewer urged passionately.
The youth flicked out his tongue tentatively and felt Louella jerk and quiver slightly as he came into contact with the smooth moist flesh of her hair-fringed cuntal slit. He licked awkwardly at the hardening little clitoris snuggled just above the wide-stretched entrance to her pussy where he'd stuck his penis only minutes before. It brought further jumps from her lushly naked body and greater moans sifting through her lips.
The boy pressed his fingers harder into her pale pubic curls, pulling the pinkly layered folds of her pussy open even further. His tongue traced a path up and down the full length of the mature librarian's yearning cuntal slit, searching out the hidden wet crevices between her legs. The boy gradually warmed to the task as he became familiar with the more sensitive spots of her womanly loins and heard her breathing increasing in intensity. His delight grew stronger with the familiarity and he found himself teasing for a moment at a particularly tender area, listening to the impatient mewlings beside him.
The groans and twistings increased until he pressed his head forward and thrust his tongue lizard-like up into the clutching entrance to Mrs. Brewer's vagina. There was a weird soulful cry from the older woman and then a slow, set grinding of her naked loins up against his face.
As he licked and sucked between her yawning thighs like a hungry, thirsty child, Johnny continued the eager thrusts down into his sister below. He pumped the full tortured length of his young vibrant penis deep inside the softness of Sally's pussy, maddening sensations rising in his own belly from the pressure of his twin's moistly gripping passage and the sweet, soft fragrance of Mrs. Brewer's fleshy cunt rubbing wetly against his face.
Oh crap almighty! He was sucking his librarian's cunt while banging his sister at the same time! If he didn't shoot his stuff out soon, he'd scream! Johnny writhed his young hips furiously and tangled his face further into the woman's lush, fragrant vagina, feeling that his cock was bloated hard enough to shatter inside Sally's eagerly clenching pussy.
"Ohhhhh, you're making me feel so wonderful, darling child!" Louella purred. She quickened her own thrusts against the boy's avidly licking tongue, feeling her buttocks increasing their spasmodic tightening as he slavered on into the lust-heated moistness of her loins. Almost mesmerized, she watched the fiendish surging of his slender youthful cock into his twin sister's cunt below. She could see the pink edges of the girl scout's newly awakened vagina drawing back with her brother's penis on the out-stroke, then disappearing back inside as the teenager rammed it home again deep in her quivering white tummy.
There was nothing else in her new world: no tomorrow, no yesterday, no husband nothing but the complete surrender to lust and flesh, of young belly against young belly, and boyish tongue against her womanly cunt. She was approaching orgasm now, and her body had become something animal, no longer human as she spread her legs wider apart and bent her loins harder up to young Johnny's beardless young face. "Yesss! Suck harder! Suck me off!"
And then it came!
A high little scream erupted from Johnny's throat as he locked his mouth hard to the softly clasping lips of his librarian's vagina. At the same time he jabbed furiously into his sister's cunt until all Louella could see left of his cock was a small bit at the base protruding wet and glistening from Sally's wildly straining crevice. She watched in salacious awe as the young girl tightened and untightened her thighs, squeezing in great desperation the hot fresh sperm her brother was spewing into her once virginal belly. The older woman could feel a gush of warmth spread down around the boy's tongue inside her orgasming vagina, and her cuntal secretions began to flow out hotly around his cheeks and down her twitching legs to the bed below. She was cumming too, and groaned out her release as she continued her now uncontrollable jerking against Johnny's deeply imbedded tongue.
Johnny clenched his eyes tightly shut as he felt his boyish penis spurting like a fire hose wildly up into Sally's palpitating vagina. In spite of the excitement of the moment, the obscene thought of his youthful sperm shooting deep inside his own twin sister's quivering belly sent chills of further lewd delight coursing through the teenager. Below him, the teenage girl was bringing her buttocks up savagely into his pumping cock, Johnny's continual fucking setting off her own orgasm.
"Ohhh! I feel your cum! I feel it! Ohhhhhh!" Sally squealed deliriously. She felt her young and once innocent flesh explode in a fantastic shower of stars, racking her entire naked body with a great upheaval that sent her mind whirling. She whimpered as she arched her slender buttocks upwards to trap her brother's spewing erection as her own climax neared its end, Johnny pushed down with all his might as he emptied the last of his virile seed deep up inside her tiny cunt. Then she collapsed with a satisfied sigh, her cuntal muscles releasing the youthful cock that was rapidly deflating inside the cum-flooded hole of her pussy. She lay still as her brother slithered off her and fell limply across Mrs. Brewer's loins and breasts, his own legs wide apart. She caught a glimpse of their mature librarian's wide-stretched vagina wet and glistening from her brother's saliva before she rolled her head to one side and closed her eyes in satiation.
"Wow, that was even better than I'd dreamed," she sighed blissfully.
"Yeah, man," Johnny said softly, smiling down at his sister. He looked almost pridefully at the thin trail of his adolescent sperm which soaked the ruby lips of her tender young vagina. He still didn't fully comprehend the entire situation, but he was too happy to want to question it.
"Too bad they don't give merit badges for fucking," his sister giggled. "Right, Mrs. Brewer?"
"God, oh God," was all that Louella could manage to whimper, clutching Johnny's delicious young body to her. She shuddered-torn between the hot desire still scorching her naked body and a quick twinge of remorse and shame that flickered through her defeated thoughts. The hatred of herself for having taken these innocent children and perverted them to satisfy her own degenerate needs loomed more ugly now than ever in her mind. She had allowed herself to lose complete control over all the things she knew were right, and worse, she really didn't give a damn about it, either. She could never be the same again, never face the world with the innocence she'd had before. Prissy Mrs.
Brewer had been conquered, and God, what a depraved and corrupting woman she had become instead!
CHAPTER FIVE
The principal of Mansfield Junior High, Dr. Abernathy, was speaking with a tone of anxiety. "Mrs. Brewer, I don't understand," he said over the phone. "What's the matter?"
"I ... I'm not feeling well," Louella replied, clutching the receiver almost in a death-grip. "Maybe it's the flu that's going around."
"The flu? I didn't know it was "
"Well, something else, then," Louella corrected hurriedly. I'm sick, that's all. Very sick."
"Oh dear," Dr. Abernathy said apologetically. "I'm frightfully sorry to hear that. You won't be coming to school at all today?"
"No, I'm afraid not. I ... I'm going straight back to bed."
"What a pity. And today is the Book Week celebration."
"Book Week eel " Louella swallowed thickly. Her one big occasion of the year, and she was going to be absent. It only seemed to make matters worse for her.
"It can't be helped," she answered. Though she wasn't sick in body, the librarian was sick in mind and soul, sure she was unable to face the sight of any more virile young boys and nubile little girls.
"The little get-together after school perhaps?" Dr. Abernathy urged. "If you rest up today, could you make at least a small appearance then? It really wouldn't be the same without you, Mrs. Brewer."
"No, I ... I can't. I just can't." she responded miserably.
"Oh, well, if you're that ill ... Have you seen a doctor."
"No, I "
"But you must if you can't even get up for a few minutes!" Leave it to Dr. Abernathy the politician to put on the pressure with velvet gloves, Louella thought, clenching her teeth together. It was almost as if he could sense she was playing hookey! " ... I can drive over then, and take you to mine."
"What? Your doctor? No, no, that won't be necessary." Dear God! If he were to drive to her house, and she wasn't even there! "I ... I'll go to one this afternoon, I promise."
"And afterwards...? " the principal asked slyly.
"I'll ... be at the party after school, Louella agreed meekly in defeat. There simply was no gracious way out. She'd have to go, like it or not, "If you can have the fruit punch and sandwiches set up ahead of time, I'd appreciate it."
"Of course, my dear. Anything you say. Now you pop right back under the covers and rest up for the celebration. We want you in tip-top shape to start off Book Week!"
"Yes, I will," she said dully. God, his false heartiness was almost too much to bear on top of everything else. "Good-bye," she said, and put the receiver down a little harder than she had to.
Louella Brewer stood in the living room of the Oaks' residence. It was ten in the morning. Stan was still asleep and so was Isabel, both of them not having arrived home until three that morning and then loudly drunk; and their two children were off to school, the bus having picked them up at seven-thirty. Louella was for all practical purposes alone in the house, feeling more keenly than ever the grief she had endured since she'd awakened and feigned illness.
When she had woke up, she'd been lying on her right side on the fold-down couch, her right arm doubled under her. She'd felt a pain in her shoulder and twisted around, sitting up, and then had almost succumbed to the hideous torment which instantly gripped her. Sally and Johnny were just on their way to the school bus stop, and gaily greeted her, both of them pausing to kiss her good morning. Then they'd hurried out, no doubt confident that they would see their loving librarian at school later on, since she had a car and could take more time in the morning than they could. She hadn't told them of her immediate decision never to return to Mansfield Junior High ever again.
After the twin teen-agers had gone, Louella had felt an overwhelming desire to cleanse her body and mind of all traces of the lewd debauch of the evening before. She'd staggered into the bathroom and mercilessly scrubbed her soiled flesh in the shower, gritting her teeth together as she'd stood under a burning cascade of hot water. Then she'd briskly dried herself, and wrapping the towel around her burnished nakedness, flown back into the bedroom. As unclean as they were, she'd hurriedly dressed in the same short pleated skirt and thin blouse, wanting nothing more urgently than to cover the naked form that had betrayed her. It was only after a quick cup of coffee that she'd steeled her nerves enough to call Dr. Abernathy and tell him that she couldn't come in today...
Now, further depressed by the brooding silence of the sleeping house, and tortured by guilty thoughts of what she'd allowed to happen yesterday, she yielded to tears that had been close for hours. Hoping to calm her mind and make her think more clearly, Louella crossed to the liquor bar set against one wall. Though she seldom drank, and never during the morning, she nevertheless took down a bottle of Scotch from the shelf behind the bar and poured a stiff three fingers into a glass. Then she took both bottle and glass and seated herself in a chair close to the backyard window.
She stared out the window, taking a deep swallow of the Scotch and choking to hold the burning alcohol down. Outside, the marvelous clarity of the morning air disclosed the surrounding countryside to her.' The early haze had lifted, and the few fleecy clouds that floated in the blue sky were motionless. She saw a large bird, perhaps a hawk, sailing on slow wing high above, then swoop low along the emerald green which carpeted the long expanse of the Oaks' back yard. Beyond the yard, gigantic shoulders of the distant rugged hills lifted their huge, bastioned walls into the blue of the sky. She saw the hawk again after a few minutes. It was making a wide circle towards the rocky spires, floating lazily towards them in wide, graceful curves that were so lacking in effort that she longed to be up there with him. God yes to be able to escape so effortlessly, to ride the air and feel the peaceful exhilaration he must feel...
Louella's own thoughts were incoherent, a queer jumble of mental agonies which seemed to lead her always back to the harrowing realization of what she had let herself become. That was the gigantic axis around which her whole mental structure revolved. It was staggering and stupefying, and as she drank the liquor, her mind reeled under it.
Her repugnance towards her depraved seduction of young Johnny and the further molestation of his sister Sally was worse than she'd feared. She'd warned both children not to say a word, but youth of their age had so little control. There was no telling what they might say or do now that they were out of sight. A horrible nightmare welled up in her mind as Louella envisioned the boy bragging to his friends how he'd fucked the school librarian, or the girl confessing out of shame and bewilderment that Mrs. Brewer had made her submit sexually to her own twin brother. The mere idea of what would happen to her then made her take another mouthful of Scotch.
A moment later, she was rewarded by a faint light-headedness that swirled through her. She raised the glass again, found it empty, and tilted the bottle to her lips instead. And oh dear God, every sip she took only seemed to incite her own inner voice to cry for more and more ... more what?
The question was superfluous. She knew exactly what she had cried out for in the hot confines of the children's bedroom. And she could find no excuse for her horrid behavior with them, nothing that would ease her burden of guilt.
Sex! It had always been a nasty word to her before, a notion of physical contact that she had always been able to suppress until yesterday. She thought shamefully of her wanton sexual drives, so long denied and ignored deep inside her soul, and how they'd finally burst through her body in an unquenchable fire of lust. like the rest of human nature, suppression can be endured for just so long, and then it riots and the sterner the oppressive control, the worse the eventual explosion. And she had exploded like a volcano. She stared down at the taut fullness of her breasts and remembered how young Johnny had made them come alive, the nipples hardening as though they would break right off. And then she glanced lower, to her loins which still throbbed dully with the sensation of the boy's hungry hands and lips and penis. Yes, truly that inexperienced youngster had given her entire body a new life, she had to admit; a depraved new life that was empty without a slender cock to fill her tortured vagina and soothe the fiery passions which had suddenly taken control. She knew she should be filled with horror and loathing ... but she was not, and this terrified her more than all else. For her nightmares were not of revulsion over the lewdly wicked acts she'd done with Sally and Johnny, but of her own total willingness to submit herself to her bestial desires. She wanted to blame her despicable performance on a moment of blind desire; on the shock of her husband Mel's obscene adultery; on anything that would leave her faultless, but she knew it was no use. There was no excuse for her wanton seduction, and her continual cry for more ... more...
The blurred naked images passed before her mind as she recalled the events of yesterday, compelling her to recognize her own frightening weakness. She was a woman like any other, a slave to her lewd emotions and capable of falling into a self-made pit of depravity. It was a terrible feeling for Louella, knowing she could no longer control her human frailties. According to her mother, she and those like her were perfect ladies, unblemished by sin or weakness. Now, however, she could no longer claim to be the kind of lady her mother had taught her to be. She was painfully aware of the overwhelming of her body's sexual needs, and nothing could ever blot out those lascivious sensations nor the awful fear that she'd repeat her actions whenever the opportunity arose.
But there was one redeeming factor that whispered its meaning through her haunted mind. If nothing else, she had learned the one thing Melvin had been unfaithful for: the wonderful excitement of sexual intercourse. But it hadn't been with a man, she suddenly remembered with a shock of humiliation. It had been with a youngster less than half her age.
God, the appalling truth must be kept locked in the confines of her soul forever. She hadn't dared go to school today, feeling the way she did and knowing the beautifully formed young bodies of Sally and Johnny Oaks and all those other children would be around her all day. Dear heaven, how could she even face the Book Week celebration party this afternoon. But she had to; she'd been suckered into it, and she had to keep in Dr. Abernathy's good graces if she were to get a leave of absence on such short notice. Without it she would never be able to get a job anywhere else, references always being required and librarianship the only work she knew.
But recommendation or not, she vowed she would drive out of Adria tonight and never, ever return. She might be emotionally crippled forever but at least she would be able to run ... run before she found herself unable to stem the tide of her obscene passions again. She would somehow go through with the celebration this afternoon without showing the slightest sign of what was going on inside her. It was the only way she'd ever have the chance of picking up the pieces of her shattered life and rebuilding it somewhere else, a long, long way from here...
Needfully, Louella drained more of the Scotch into her throat. She was, she realized dizzily, becoming increasingly drunk...
* * *
Young Johnny Oaks was walking down the hall of the school building, looking for his two pals, Steven Hollister and Donald Forbes. He rounded the corner where the stairs were leading to the second floor, and saw both of his friends half-way up the steps, carrying a large wooden table between them.
Steven was the oldest of the group, being over sixteen. He was a wiry boy with a lean, almost cruel face, and had the reputation as the junior high's leading pest and showoff. He'd been held back a grade and was threatened with another failing year because of his constant mischief-making when he should have been studying. But whereas he was basically a very smart lad, Donald Forbes was just plain dumb. Don was a muscular hulk, overweight and lumbering, slow to anger but thick enough to do whatever Steven wanted him to. Consequently, he was known as a bully and ruffian, using his fists to defend Steven's braggart nature. His interests went no further than being a buddy to Steven and supplying him with his father's liquor, and reading a never-ending supply of comic books when he wasn't watching cartoons on television. His father, a rather prominent man in Adria, privately wondered just how far through high school his son would ever get, and publicly deplored his association with the Hollister youth. Mr. Forbes had even heard some disturbing rumors about the Oaks family, and had his suspicions that Johnny wasn't a very good influence, either.
"Hey fellas," Johnny called out, running up the stairs to join them. "Whatcha doing, anyway?"
"Well, what the hell does it look like we're doing?" Steven sneered at the boy. "Jerking off?"
"Naw, you're carrying a table," Johnny replied, knowing it sounded foolish even as he said it. "I mean, what for?"
"The Book Week thing after school today," Don answered. "We gotta help set it up, and everything. The girls in Home Ec are making the punch."
"Strawberry," Steven snorted, making a face. "Ugh! I bet it would taste like pizza. You can bet I'm not going,"
"Mrs. Brewer ask you to do this?" Johnny asked, tagging along as they continued to climb the steps.
"Hell no. Old Marble-head told us to do it." Marble-head was the local nickname for Dr. Abernathy. "Mizz Brewer's not here."
"She ... she's not here?" Johnny blinked, startled. He hadn't gone to the library that day, having classes up until now, and he wasn't sure exactly what he would do or say to the librarian when he did see her. Now, in school and away from the house, everything that had happened yesterday almost seemed like an unreal dream. If his cock didn't tingle so much from the workout she and his sister had given it, he would have thought it was some kind of deal he'd thought up when asleep. He asked:
"Gosh, is she sick or something?"
Steven shrugged, almost dropping his end of the table. "I dunno. She's not here now but she's supposed to show up for the party, that's all I've been told."
"Yeah," Donald echoed dully, shaking his head. "She sure is the bestest looking bird in this place," he added.
"You ain't just blowing smoke." Steven led the way down the second floor hallway towards the library. "She's got a set of boobies that'd smother you, I swear."
Johnny swallowed thickly, hardly able to keep from blushing as he remembered how soft and warm Mrs. Brewer's naked breasts had been when he'd been cradled by them last evening. He had to fight back the suddenly burgeoning urge to tell Steven and Donald what he'd done with the older woman, for Johnny had always been the junior of the trio, often and ignored when the other two would go do things that were sort of "bad." Crap! He wouldn't rap about Sally but to lay it on them about their librarian! It'd blow their minds! They'd have to look up to him for a change!
"I'd sure love to put my pecker into her," Steven sighed.
"Same here," Donald chimed eagerly, "I'd get my nose down in her bush and root in there like a hog, damned if I wouldn't."
"Well, you'll never get to do that," Steven snickered. "None of us will. She-it, a couple of guys hot to fuck her like us and she don't want none. No justice, I tell you true."
It was too much for young Johnny to resist. He felt as if there were ants in his pants, making him wiggle with excitement. "Yeah?" he said proudly. "That's all you know! I fucked her!"
Donald dropped the table this time, right on his foot, but he never even noticed, staring at Johnny with his eyes boggling. "Fuck her? Fuck Mrs. Brewer?"
"Shut up, for Christ's sake," Steven whispered hurriedly. "We're in the hall, you ass-hole! Besides, Johnny's only crapping us."
Johnny snapped back hotly: "You're just jealous, that's all. I fucked her, all right. Yesterday, after school!"
"Sure, and I got wings on my butt so my turds fly," Steven sneered. "Flake off, Johnny.
She's a bitch on wheels. She'd razz your tool right down to the nubbin, pecker-tracker, so don't try pulling that kind of stuff on us."
"I did!" Johnny protested heatedly, now realizing he was in too far to back out. "She's staying over at our house a couple of days now, and when we got home there was nobody there, see. So she says she wants to take a shower, and I say I'm going to the den, only I don't. I sneak up and watch her undress."
"Yeah, that's right. You watched her and jerked off."
"Listen, Steven, I'm telling you straight on. Damned if she doesn't start fingering herself, right in the ol' twat you know, like how they told us in sex education class girls do to give themselves a kick and then she sees me!"
"I figured she'd start screaming or tell my folks or something, only she doesn't! She takes my clothes off instead and before I know it, I'm sunk prick-first up her cunt! And she's moaning and groaning and begging me for it! Fuck me! she yelled. Fuck me!"
"She said that? She really said that, Johnny?"
"Hope to die, she did. And later, she wanted me to eat her out, just like those dirty pictures we got show!"
"Fuck me! Suck me!" Donald's eyes began rolling around in his head. "Oh shit, if Mrs. Brewer ever said that to me, I'd cream in my drawers before I could get my pants off!"
"What the hell!" Steven snorted, his own ego wounded now. "If Johnny can slip it to her, you should be able to. Anybody should be able to. Maybe all of us, in fact, at the same time!"
Johnny was suddenly very sorry he'd ever opened his fat mouth. Man, he'd seen that kind of leer which was spreading across Steven's thin lips before, and it had always meant trouble. If anything happened to Mrs. Brewer because he'd shot off his mouth, he'd never live it down. He liked her, especially after yesterday, and he didn't want her to regret all she'd done with him. That wouldn't be fair! "Hey, wait a minute," he cautioned. "You try gang-banging her, and she could have you sent up for years!"
"Uh-huh," Donald agreed stupidly. "We'd get thrown in the can, or at least tossed out of school. My old man would beat the living hide offa me if that happened!"
"After what she did to Johnny?" Steven looked at the boy significantly. "If Johnny here is telling the truth, that is. Shit, if she squealed on us, we'd squeal on her, and they got a imagine name for grown-ups who fool around with guys our age. They'd throw away the key on her, and
I betcha she knows it!" Then Hollister snickered lewdly. " 'Sides, you recall how we laid it to Geraldine Citro, don't cha? After we were done with her, she was beggin' for more!"
"Yeah, I remember her," Donald said, his thick head bobbing up and down. "Fought like mad until I sat on her titties, and you rammed it up her legs. You think Mizz Brewer is the same way?"
"All girls are with me," Steven boasted, puffing out his chest. "And I'm a-thinking that maybe I will go to that Book Week thing this afternoon, just to prove it to you."
"We can't go knocking her down, not here in the school!"
"We won't have to." Steven set the table down and leaned across it, so that the three boys had their heads huddled together. "I'm getting me a little plan. First, we pour a fifth of your dad's sloe gin into the punch. She'll be there all the time, so she'll drink more of it than anybody else and get drunk, right?"
"Hot damn, that's a fine one!" Donald said. "She gets all boozed up! Then what?"
"Shut up and I'll tell you. Hell, Donald, you'll get that tongue of yours in her yet! We'll lure her back into the stacks, see, where all the books are and nobody goes 'cept her. If she's as hot to trot as Johnny says she is, that sloe gin will really make her wanna fuck!"
"Jeez Christ, Steven," said Donald Forbes excitedly. "Mizz Brewer'll be a mink in heat when my ol' man's likker gets into her!"
"Now, of course it'll work best if Johnny is the one who gets her back in the stacks. You know, 'cause she trusts him more than she does us. You with us, Johnny? Or you want to back off your story about you fucking her yesterday?"
Johnny didn't know what to answer. He was scared to death of the whole idea of helping his pals gang-rape Mrs. Brewer this afternoon, but Steven had called him, and if he backed down now, it'd look like he'd been lying. Che-rist, what could he do?
"If you're not crapping us, you'd want to tear into her cunt some more, big man," Evans pressured. "Well, you do this, and you'll get to start off the action, how's that?"
"Well ... " Shit! The mere thought of her tight wet pussy sliding up and down over his cock again was making him get a bone on right now! Damn if he didn't want to fuck his librarian again! "Well, okay, only no rough stuff. If she don't want to, you gotta promise you won't force her none."
"Sure, Johnny," Steven lied smoothly. "Sure, we wouldn't think of hurting Mrs. Brewer, would we, Donald?"
"Naw, we wouldn't," his pal nodded.
"Way you throw it around, Johnny, we won't have to. She'll want to, with all of us!" Hollister triumphantly ended the discussion by picking up his end of the table and starting for the library. His sinister little mind was already thinking of those long shapely legs tightly wrapped around him as he shoved his cock deep into the librarian and fucked her within an inch of her life. Damn Johnny Oaks! He'd show that snot-nose who the cocksman was! And that lush librarian wouldn't forget it, either, not when he was done with her! Crap, his pecker was stiff down to his knee-caps right now just dreaming about it. Just a couple more hours, Mrs. Brewer, and I'll be punching you out like you do one of your fuckin' books...!
* * *
As she drove the miles from Adria to Mansfield Junior High, Louella Brewer tried desperately to sober herself up. The results were far from satisfactory, and she'd run two stop lights and almost rear-ended a slower car by the time she reached the sprawling frame building of the school. She steadied herself against the side of the Ford after she'd parked and gotten out, then walked carefully to the back door, a deep trembling rippling over her body. Would Johnny and Sally be at the Book Week party, waiting to refresh her memory of what they'd done together? God, would she have the strength to stand it if they were? Well, unless she did, she'd better turn right around and run now, before something worse happened...
Resolutely, she walked inside the school, chin held high. Classes were officially over for the day and in fact, Louella was a little later than she should have been for the celebration but there were still plenty of students in the corridors who greeted her as she passed them. None, thank God, were the Oaks twins. She went up the stairs and down to the library, whose doors were set open and from inside came the buzz of many voices, mostly young.
The library tables were cleared of their usual paper and pens, and in their place were displays of the new Autumn line of juvenile and text books. Signs and posters designed by the art class festooned the walls and around the books, extolling with witty slogans the virtues of reading. Two of the tables had been pushed together, laid with a white table cloth, and garnished with platters of sandwiches and cookies. In the center of the cloth was a large crystal punch bowl, surrounded by trays of glasses from the cafeteria.
Dr. Abernathy was true to his word, Louella thought as she walked in; he'd seen to it that everything was arranged beautifully. She said hello and chatted with a number of students and faculty who'd come for the celebration, but in a vague way, her mind more intent on the fear that she would see Johnny or Sally any minute now. She finally made her way to the punch bowl, the Scotch she'd consumed over the course of the day leaving a gigantic thirst in her mouth. She'd just sipped her first cupful and noted it had a rather strange but pleasant taste, when the school principal approached her.
Dr. Abernathy was a long string-bean of a man, with shaggy gray hair and thick-lensed glasses which made his eyes take on the appearance of a frog's. He adjusted them as he regarded his "sick" librarian, smiling almost ironically.
"Pleased that you could make it," he said in his gravelly voice. "Finally."
"I ... I'm sorry, Dr. Abernathy. The ... the doctor had many patients in front of me. It took longer than I thought."
"Did your doctor find out what is the matter, my dear?"
"I, ah ... Fever. That's what he said," she lied, having never been to a doctor. "It was a touch of fever."
"Overwork, perhaps," Dr. Abernathy said, smiling thinly again. He drank from his glass, frowned and then looked at the liquid with an air of curiosity. "Odd, for strawberry punch," he commented. "If I didn't know better, I. . . "
"What?" Louella asked, hoping to change the subject from her absence. "I think it's very refreshing."
"Oh, it is. But if I didn't know Home Ec better, I'd swear it had been spiked with some alcoholic beverage. The scallywags in the shop class would without hesitation, but not Miss Farquart's girls. Still, I wonder..."
"I think you're being too suspicious," Louella said lightly. "Nobody else seems to be noticing anything wrong."
"No, they wouldn't," Dr. Abernathy said cynically. "Well, see if you can circulate a little bit, Mrs. Brewer. I don't want you passing on whatever bug you've got, but perhaps you can get some of these young monsters to do something besides watch television, like look at pictures in a book for a change.
"Oh, Dr. Abernathy, the students here are..."
But already the tall principal had moved on to talk to another teacher. Louella sighed and sipped the punch, letting her eyes roam over the assemblage. She was gratified to see such a nice turn-out, but then there was very little else to do in Adria, and here' was plenty of free food ... Suddenly she saw young Sally Oaks at the other end of the library. The teenage girl was staring at her in an oddly serious manner, and in response to her soulful expression, Louella felt her throat constrict tightly. She could feel that rather than blushing, her blood was draining from her face and leaving her features chalky pale.
The distraught woman looked wildly in another direction only to see Johnny entering with his two loutish friends, Steven and Donald. She felt a shivering pang of fear stab sharply through her, turning her legs to rubber. There was a crude grin on Steven's face, and even as she watched the trio of young boys, he leaned and whispered something in his friend Donald's ear. Then they both broke out into suggestive snickers that brought the blood racking back to the librarian's cheeks.
Dear God, had Johnny told them? They were too experienced to laugh off his bragging with childish disbelief; they'd believe his fantastic story! God, what would she do if that was so? No ... it was only her overwrought imagination at work. It had to be...
Still, she felt as though the two pals of Johnny were mentally undressing her with their beady little eyes, and she flicked her gaze away from them in burning shame. Fortunately, there were plenty of other students and teachers crowding around to occupy her attention. It was not easy for her to do, but she slowly managed to gain control of her staggering senses by concentrating on everybody else in the library. And in between conversations, she headily gulped the refreshing strawberry punch that the. three lewdly plotting youths had doctored with Donald's father's sloe gin. She drank it in quantity, never suspecting that the drink had achieved an additional potency in the very way Dr. Abernathy suspected...
Gradually, the gin began to take its inexorable effect, and on top of the Scotch it soon blurred Louella's vision and made her extremely dizzy. Even though the library had thinned somewhat of people by now, the air was still stifling and close, and she suddenly felt in dire need of fresh air. She remembered that there was a window that could be opened in the back of the stacks, and she excused herself from the teacher to whom she was talking. The stacks were a private world behind her desk, row after row of floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with books which could be ordered through the files out in front. The aisles were narrow and the light was dim, and in its own way, it was even stuffier than the library proper was.
When Louella headed past her desk, which stood as sentinel to the entrance of the stacks, Steven Hollister nudged his friend Donald excitedly in the side. "Hey look," he said, pointing to Mrs. Brewer. "She's going in the stacks. We won't have to trick her to get her in there."
Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little guilty for having agreed to lure her in there. Fucking her was one thing, but it was almost traitorous to trick her into it.
"What's she going in for?" Donald asked dumbly.
"How the hell would I know? Maybe to get a book," Steven said. "What's important is she's in there, so let's hurry before she comes out!"
"Yeah!"
"We'll hide in one of the aisles and when she walks past pow!" Steven smacked the fist of one hand into the palm of the other for emphasis. "Come on, men!"
And as the three eager teenagers pushed their way through to the gate behind Mrs. Brewer's desk, the alert eyes of little Sally Oaks watched with curiosity. Ever since the lewd performance she'd taken part in yesterday, the wicked urge to repeat it was nearly overwhelming. Johnny had promised to fuck her again tonight ... but what were he and his two pals up to now? First Mrs. Brewer had gone into the stacks by herself, and now the three boys. Could it be possible that...?
No! Not right here at school during the celebration! But the little fires that had gradually died down since yesterday began to flare up again at the wild, forbidden thought forming in her young mind. Three boys ... and one woman! Was Mrs. Brewer planning to do things with all of them like she had with her and Johnny? Now that Sally knew what her librarian was really like, she could believe she'd try anything! It was probably nothing more than coincidence. Sally cautioned herself; yet tiny fermentations taunted her tender loins without mercy as she imagined what she might be missing if she didn't go make sure for herself.
Johnny's twin sister hesitated only a moment longer, and then unable to contain her obscene curiosity, she started for the stacks. Vivid pictures of the naked older woman and her brother's hardened penis flashed through her immature mind, and she hoped she prayed-that something like yesterday was in the offing now! Lewd arousal rippled through her as she walked rapidly past the librarian's desk, following after the others...
CHAPTER SIX
Louella stood in front of the open window, far in the rear of the stacks. It was very quiet and peaceful back here, she thought, far away from the hectic crowd in the other room. She stood for a long moment, wiping the perspiration from her forehead and drawing in the clear afternoon air from outside. God, she was acting as if she were drunk! What a fine way to behave! The Scotch should have worn off by now, but for some unaccountable reason it hadn't, and what would Dr. Abernathy say if he could see her like this?
Well, he'd come looking for her if she was gone too long, she thought ruefully. What a watchdog he'd become! She turned and began retracing her steps slowly along the aisle. It was a small side aisle which connected to the wider center corridor about ten yards away. But before she reached the center corridor, a chuckling voice came out of the gloom of an intersecting aisle on her right.
"Hey, you look kinda lonely, Mrs. Brewer."
"What?" Louella stopped, startled by the sinister sound. Who's that?"
"The Big Mamoose, baby!" And then with an evil glint to his eye, Steven Hollister stepped out from the hiding shadows. He grinned at the librarian, hands jauntily on his hips. "Yeah, how's your tomato hanging?"
"Steven Hollister! How dare you " And then the older woman jerked around to see Donald Forbes and Johnny Oaks standing nearby. "What are you all doing back here in the stacks? You know it's forbidden!"
"Lots of things are forbidden, right men?" Steven said, advancing a step. "But we do them anyway, don't we?"
A wave of sniggers and chortles rained on her ears as she gaped at the three boys blocking her path, and the first slight twinges of dread began to grip her belly. Stoutly she said, "That will be enough! When I get back, I'll report you all to Dr. Abernathy!"
"No, you won't. You're not even going to get back," Steven sneered. "Grab her, Don!"
Before Louella could even fathom what was going on, the lumbering youth snatched her suddenly by the neck. He thrust her face-first down onto the dusty aisle floor, and then Steven leaped on top of her so that she could hardly breathe. Louella's pale blue eyes were wide with terror now, and her mouth twisted by the fear which had suddenly surged into her throat.
"You got her good, Donald?" Steven asked as he released his helping pressure. "She won't wriggle loose?"
"Not a chance," Donald said in a thick, excited voice. Louella felt his hard muscular arm circling her, and another harsh hand press into her face. She could feel the heavy-set boy's panting as he pressed her tightly to him. Panic-stricken, the librarian managed to scream: "Hel ! "
That was all, and then Donald's hand clasped against her face, cutting off her shout for help. She was still able to groan softly, but her body was limp as though he had crushed the life out of it. She couldn't struggle in his iron grip, the pressure of the boy's arm around her waist and his hand on her mouth too strong as he held her pinned to the linoleum floor.
Steven Hollister laughed greedily as he stood above her with his legs spread apart. The frightened librarian struggled desperately, but to no avail against the unyielding muscles of the brutish youth who held her captive. She stared upwards, seeing the stacks of books towering above her on both sides and the meshed light fixture with its single weak bulb, and the menacing images of the boys crowding around her. She couldn't believe what was happening to her so suddenly, or why. It was like a whirling nightmare, it had all transpired so fast!
"Come on, let's get her clothes off and see her naked!" Steven ordered. The dull-witted Forbes lad eased the hand over her mouth a little so that he could turn her around, but she instinctively knew that if she tried to scream again, he'd chop off her cry with his hand again.
"D-don't touch me," Louella finally managed to stammer in a soft whisper through her immobilizing fear. She knew that it wouldn't stop them, but she had to fight as best she could. She had to! Dear God! This was unbelievable!
"Are you going to take her clothes off, Don, or am I?" Steven sneered, ignoring her protests. As if in answer, Donald reached out with his thick meaty hand and ripped open her blouse with a single button-popping jerk. The bewildered blonde could feel the cool rush of air from the open window over her skin as he pulled the blouse from her shoulders and arms. Her skirt came next, wrenched from her thighs and down her legs as if he were handling a plucked chicken. The snaps of her brassiere came third, and she heard the three boys utter sighs of lusty appreciation as her full white breasts burst into the open and brushed against the cold, hard floor.
The older woman had lain passive in paralyzing fear when Donald Forbes clawed and fumbled at her helpless body, but when he reached for her panties, she knew it was the point of no return. If she didn't resist with all her strength now there would be no hope against whatever these young beasts had on their filthy minds. She began to squirm and buck, squealing out hysterically: "Oh God! No, don't! Don't do it to me!"
Her piteous supplications were cut short again by Don's rough hand clamping down hard over her mouth. Further muffled cries were choked back down into her throat until only slight broken moans of anguish could be heard coming from her flaring nostrils.
"Yeah, hold her that way, Don," Steven commanded. "I'll get Mrs. Brewer's panties off!"
The lean youngster dropped to his knees beside her struggling legs, hooking his finger in the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties. He pulled them slowly down over the softness of her firmly rounded buttocks and let them drop onto the small skimpy pile of her other clothing.
There was nothing left. She lay on the dank floor of the library stacks completely naked while she heard the trio of youths panting all around her. Dear God, why was this happening to her? What were they planning to do? It must be a joke, some kind of horrible sick joke...
"Now, Mrs. Brewer, we don't want to hurt you none," Steven said as he stared lasciviously down at her vulnerable nakedness. "Johnny made us promise we wouldn't," he added with a wicked chuckle, then: "But if you scream again, we'll be rough. You going to scream any more?"
Louella, trembling with abject terror, shook her head violently back and forth. None of this made any sense to her through her fog of drunkenness, but she knew if she didn't agree she'd never get that awful smelling hand away from her mouth and nose.
"Aw'right, Don, we'll trust her," Steven said smugly. "Let go of her. She tries to run or shout, you know what to do. Jump on her quick."
"Yeah, right," Forbes said, and he relaxed his grip on the trembling librarian. Louella cowered on the floor, her nakedness a great shame covering her like an evil, invisible blanket. She pulled herself into a protective position, her legs beneath her buttocks. "W-what are you going to do to me?" she gasped out fearfully.
"Why, we're going to fuck you," Steven answered.
Louella stared up at the slender teenager. He grinned wide at her astonishment, enjoying the light of comprehension in her eyes tinged with horror and despair. She opened her mouth, but not a word was she able to utter. The mind-dulling alcohol in her blood made her thoughts chaotic, her mind incapable of coherent thought against the shattering knowledge that she was soon to be raped by these three savage teenagers in her own library!
She stared in totally helpless dread as the adolescents began peeling off their own clothes. She watched transfixed as shirts, pants, and underwear were thrown every which-way down the narrow aisles and onto the bindings of shelved books. Her ears were ringing pitifully as she heard Evans say:
"You ate out her pussy, right Johnny?"
"Yeah man, I did. Tasted like candy, let me tell you!"
"Ohhh, I wanna do that!" Donald groaned with his eyes almost rounder than Louella's were. "When I heard that today I wanted to, and I'm a-gonna, too! Ohhh, suck and fuck!"
"No! Oh no! You didn't tell them Johnny!" Louella gasped, but it was a foolish statement. Already in her heart she'd realized that the reasoning force behind this savage attack was Johnny's bragging to his school chums. Dear God, she had thought of him as being sweet and innocent, but he wasn't! And then the ghastly truth struck her that she was the cause of his change to a young animal! She was the one who had perverted him to her own desires yesterday, and had taught him lust for lust's own sake! She had nobody to blame except herself for the situation she was in now, and she was reaping the rewards of her corrupting lessons with a three-fold vengeance!
Louella heard the boys' laughing grunts, and a hopeless sinking sensation gripped her insides as she continued to watch them strip naked before her. Her eyes remained fixed upon their fresh lithe bodies, her mind blanking from sensibility as she stared at their virile, passion-hard penises that jutted from their firm, hairless young loins.
The older woman could not seem to tear her eyes away from the sight of the stiff boyish cocks that were waving so lewdly over her head and body now. Dully she wondered if Steven's and Donald's would feel as good as young Johnny's hard erection had been up inside her belly. Somewhere, from the deep recesses of her mind, she knew they might even be better. Ashamed at her own evil thoughts, she forced herself to gaze down at the small gray squares of linoleum tile. They were like ice against her skin. But soon, she knew, they would be her bed of sin.
"Oh, shit, I'll get her to suck my prick, too!" Steven groaned joyfully as he took his sock off and was entirely naked. "I'm going to fuck her, and then have her suck me off!"
"But I wanna suck her cunt first," Donald whined.
Johnny looked down, as aroused as the other two boys, but still a little ashamed at his actions against Mrs. Brewer. "Hey, but maybe she doesn't want to do all this. I mean, she looks more scared than happy, and I don't want to force her."
"What a chicken-shit," Steven sneered. "You gotta get a girl excited first. That's how it's done, Johnny. Go on, Donald, you start off. Show Johnny how to get the lady's pussy really steamed up!"
"But you said " Johnny gasped.
"I know I did, but I've changed my mind," Steven snarled. "Donald goes first, and then me 'cause I got my own ideas what to do to her. What the hell, you had her yesterday, so now it's our turn. Don't be so piggish!"
Donald Forbes needed no further coaxing. He leaped forward and caught the naked school librarian as she kicked out to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft white flesh of her inner thighs and spread her legs wide apart. She struggled to close them but it was a hopeless battle, and she could see him hunching on all fours up between her wide-splayed thighs like a lion cub ready to maul its fear-stricken victim. She lay frozen to the floor, the pink moist flesh of her naked vagina presented up to the leering boy in defenseless sacrifice.
She saw the two other youths grinning down at her from above. Both faces were mirthless and terrible, and her heart throbbed with a dead heaviness that threatened to choke her body in a state of icy paralysis. All were against her! All the merciless passions and desires of men and boys were centered on her. Were she to fight some more it would make no difference; her fate would be the same. Dear God, if only she hadn't seduced the darling children yesterday, none of this would be happening to her now. A hundred "if only's" rippled through her mind, and then suddenly she was jerked back to brutal reality as Donald Forbes dropped his head and buried the full length of his boyish tongue into the warmly throbbing walls of her pussy.
She jerked away from the sudden contact, and a soul-searing moan escaped from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground down into the dirty linoleum in her effort to escape the taunting assault on her genitals.
"Ohhh God! No! Nooo!" she whimpered before the boy's depraved attack. Her head was up off the floor, watching in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his young head rocked up and down in greedy feast between her legs below. "No, I can't let it happen again to me ... I can't..." she groaned as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. "I can't let it..."
But she couldn't help it. In spite of the terror and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her wide-held vagina, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were slowly beginning to tease deep down in the pit of her belly. Her arms lay tensed at her sides while her firm, full-set breasts trembled slightly on her chest from the obscene buffeting her body was undergoing. Donald's thick hands reached up over the white flatness of her quivering belly and dug harshly into the hardening nipples of her breasts, his mouth and tongue continuing to work slavishly at the wide-spread tightness of the mature woman's cunt.
"Nooo, nooo, nooo," Louella sobbed helplessly as tiny goose bumps rippled across her naked belly and thighs. Her buttocks undulated and arched of their own volition up towards the lewdly darting tongue, sending spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerve-ends. Despite her humiliation and disgust and her firm promise to resist the boys, Louella found to her shame that her body was slowly beginning to desert her. She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her will power against the tiny licking sparks of desire that were threatening to burst into unwanted, uncontrollable fire. She knew instinctively that once the lustful flame was ignited, it would devour her and the three boys just as it had Johnny and Sally Oaks the day before. She couldn't give in! She just couldn't! But it was a losing fight as Donald Forbes mewled and licked with boyish enthusiasm at the naked woman's loins below...
The long desperate struggle within her drunkenly confused mind gradually weakened. Her increasingly aroused body jerked more and more against the youthful tongue with a slow abandoned movement that brought further cries of humiliation from her lips. Slowly the thoughts of where she was and who was doing this depraved licking of her cunt were forgotten. All that began to matter to her were the delicious shafts of exciting sexual sensations piercing through her mature flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire.
The betrayed librarian squirmed and writhed under the maddening delight of the teenager's flicking tongue until she could no longer fight her desires. Her head was raised up from the floor as she watched his flailing head, and completely surrendering, she suddenly locked her hands tightly in his hair and pulled the boy deeper into her pussy. The shame of her body's weakness mortified her, but she couldn't resist the delicious licking of her vagina any longer, and she ground her lush round buttocks in slow hypnotic submission up against the slavering young face.
"Hot shit, she's rarin' to go now!" Steven cried out eagerly. Suddenly the grin on his beardless face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He couldn't stand watching this helpless librarian of their's spread-eagled on the floor with his best friend's fat face swallowed by the hair of her cunt! He had to fuck her! He had to, and quick!
"Get offa her!" he screamed at Donald. "It's my turn now!"
Louella shut her eyes tightly to close away the humiliation of Steven's obscene words as the hulking Donald forced his head up from the tight restrictive grip of her trembling thighs. The teenager slowly rolled to one side, his lips quivering with disappointment, his eyes beady and cruel with the greed of his adolescent desires. "Aw, Steven..." he began to complain.
"Shut up and turn her over!" came the command.
Louella winced as Donald rolled her over so that she rested heavily on her stomach. "Now get her up on her knees," she heard Steven say, and a hand on her hips pulled them powerfully up off the cold linoleum. Another hand was pressed against her shoulders to keep her breasts and face flat against the floor. By the time Louella fully recovered her breath, her buttocks were lewdly waving high up in the air behind her. She relaxed to the humiliation of submitting like an abject slave before the wills of these three brutal children, knowing now that she would eventually have to give in to them anyway. There was nothing left now but horrible surrender to their every obscene wish. Her naked body was a helpless toy to be used as the boys desired in their immature quest for thrills ... thrills that would only cease when they had exploded their fresh hot sperm deep up inside her soft and resilient body...
Kneeling behind her, Steven gazed down at the full white moons of her womanly buttocks, and his eyes bulged with uncontrollable desire. God, he'd never seen anything like it! His youthful testicles ached with longing to thrust his cock into the narrow cuntal slit swinging so teasingly in the air before him! He leaned forward, and for a few tormenting moments ground his long thin cock against the moistly quivering cheeks of her buttocks, pressing the soft flesh together around its swollen length like the fit of a warm, fur-lined glove. He grinned as he heard a small helpless moan escape from the naked librarian's tightly closed lips as she felt the heated shaft of his young penis slide along the soft inner flesh of her thighs. Steven moved forward then, insinuating the full length of his pulsing hardness along the wide-stretched nether crevice, and feeling her lush round hips squirm and twist beneath him.
Louella felt the tender head of the young teenager's penis begin a gentle up and down movement along the sensitive outer lips of her dilating vagina, staying teasingly just inside the moist pink slit of her openly exposed cunt. She was caught unaware by the gentle probing, having geared her mind to expect a harsher and more brutal attack on her helpless backsides. But this this was different! It was unexpected and subtle, and she felt violent shudders coursing along her nerves, the previous licking of her pussy to servile submission increasing a hundred fold the wild sensations she experienced. Her toes squirmed and curled beneath the caressing attack helplessly, unable to resist it, and she moaned as she prayed that her body would not betray her again. She couldn't give this rotten little bastard behind her the same satisfaction she'd given Johnny and Donald! She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought it with all her strength but the leering Steven Hollister was not about to give up.
The teenaged boy kneeled up behind her with his hands holding the narrow crevice of her buttocks wide apart, grinning with an obscene grin. He could feel the abject thoughts running through her body and vowed to conquer this proud librarian to the point where she would do anything he wished. Willingly let Johnny fuck her, would she? Let Donald suck her cunt until she was a quivering wreck? He'd show her and the other two boys who was boss of this outfit! Nothing but total degradation of the nakedly cringing older woman would satisfy his sick young lusts now! A lascivious smirk widened on his lean, cruel face as he saw the involuntary rotation of her fleshy white ass-cheeks. They were free to move slightly in each direction, and were beginning to clench and open in rhythm to the throbs of his slender young penis shoved in between her legs. Now! Goddamn it, he couldn't hold back she was his, and he was going to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before!
"Spread your legs wide, Mrs. Brewer," Steven commanded lewdly. "I'm a-coming in now! In your ass-hole!"
"Nooo! Don't ... Don't put it there! That's ... that's sodomy!" Louella suddenly quivered in fear as she felt the bluntness of his tight-swollen cock-head press against the small puckered opening of her anus. Dear God! She couldn't allow that to happen above all else! To be raped in the rectum it was too perverted an act for words!
Her buttocks involuntarily lurched forward, trying to draw away from the pliant hardness of the adolescent's lust-hardened cock pressing into her from behind, but it followed her movement as if glued to her anal opening. Her forehead was again pushed tightly against the cold, hard floor by Donald's meaty hand, and there was no where else to go! Her cowering nakedness was trapped between a sadistic brute and the searching shaft of boyish flesh behind her!
Oh God, the boy was going to impale her! He was going to split her wide open! "Oh no!" Louella whimpered. "You can't do this to me! You just can't!"
"Don't ever say I can't do nuthin'! " Steven sneered down at the librarian. "If Johnny can fuck you and Donald can suck you, I damn well can screw you in the ass!" And with that, he pushed forward.
"Aggghhhh!" the older woman coughed as the bare tip of his boyish penis cruelly stretched the tight rubbery ring of her anus. Louella felt as though her thighs were already ripping apart from the relentless pressure.
"Ohhhh God, Steven! Please! You're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming against the linoleum as he continued to jab forward with his youthful erection. Oh God, he was tearing her buttocks in half, and he was enjoying it! She knew the monster was; he was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the torture of his slow relentless penetration of her rectum!
"Ohhh, Stop!" the librarian groaned again, tears running down her eyes, but it was all to no avail. She felt his slender hardness prod and work against the puckered opening of her anus, parting it and forcing its way up inside the tight little ring of flesh. There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as if the tender skin of her rectum were being pulled in two then suddenly she felt her buttocks being swept apart and Steven's thin young cock slithered almost unimpeded now up into her hotly throbbing passage of her rectum like the trunk of a giant tree. The heavy weight of his developing pelvis crashed hard against her buttocks, pushing her face brutally flat against the linoleum.
"Oh, oh s-stop! Please stop! You're killing me!"
The penis slowed its assault and began a painful throbbing vibration inside the walls of her tightly stretched anus. "See?" Steven snickered. "Don't tell me I can't do something, Mrs. Brewer!"
"But it hurts," she whimpered dejectedly. "It hurts!"
"Good!" the boy crowed gleefully and began fucking in and out of her widely stretched anus in thrusts that traveled the full length of his hard, boyish penis.
"Aggggg!" Louella cried out in muffled tones. The hot rubbery walls of her rectum were on fire, even as the beginning moisture of her arousal lubricated the passage and made the youth's pumping a little easier. The pain eased momentarily but his virile penetration increased and she felt as though someone were levering her thighs apart to split her tormented body all the way up to her jiggling breasts. His youthful cock fucked eagerly on, not going any deeper but expanding all of the moist warm anal flesh wrapped firmly around it. Donald held her tight; she could not move forward to relieve any of the searing agony in her anus, and could only groan out her pain and frustration through contorted lips.
The nakedly ravaged librarian could feel the boy's lust-tightened testicles brushing against the tingling crevice of her vagina every time he swept his slender penis all the way up between her widespread buttocks. The dual teasing continued for what seemed to Louella to be a nerve-shattering eternity, and then to her horror, she sensed that her naked body was slowly changing to a mass of nerve-tingling sensation. Her eyes were still tightly shut as she fought the lewd sensations rippling through her helplessly kneeling flesh. She fought them with all her strength, but the indecent teenager relentlessly pursued and tantalized her cock-split rectal passage until a strange masochistic joy began to taunt her, and she impulsively waved her fleshy buttocks back against Steven's loins as much as the restricting position she was in would allow. This was total subjugation being pressed helplessly to her knees, her buttocks stretched beyond all human endurance while a nasty little boy sunk his hard young cock all the way up into her rectum! God, what a sight she must make, being fucked in the ass on the floor of her own library stacks! The lewd picture she could imagine of her obscene humiliation made her again squirm uncontrollably back against the teenager to punish herself still more.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned as he moved his cock around deep in her anus, expanding the tiny, tight hole with every eager lunge he made into her. Oh God, he was debasing her! Treating her like a common whore the whore she'd let herself become after yesterday! He was the fitting punishment for her evil, sinful degeneracy! The very hopelessness of her position and the guilt-ridden ravishment of her womanly flesh brought strange masochistic fire dancing through the young librarian's tattered nerves. She wanted to be destroyed by it, she wanted to be fucked in the anus until she could never sit down again! The lewd subjugation of her helplessly kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-incited sensation!
"Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck me, you little bastard, fuck me in the ass good!" she chanted through straining lips, perspiration dripping from her contorted features, the rhythm of the young boy's testicles slapping against her vagina and the skewering of her defenseless anus by his slender cock egging her on. "Fuck me, fuck me in the ass!"
"Goddamn it to hell!" the open-mouthed Donald Forbes gasped as he watched with disbelieving eyes the older woman's complete surrender to the adolescent cock buried up inside her anus. He released his hold on her, knowing there was no further need to press the now willingly responding librarian down to the floor. "Shit, Steven's fucking her in the ass!"
Johnny could not speak. He was holding his own hands tightly against his loins, clutching his swollen erection with his fingers. A small rivulet of seminal fluid was curling down his fleshy hardness from where it had seeped out from the tip of his aching young penis.
Steven could feel the smooth wet walls of Mrs. Brewer's cunt clamping around his cock so moistly and firmly that it almost drove him insane. "Ohhhh," he heard her moan as he felt her entire rectum flowering open to receive him deep in her hungering belly. The woman was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he began to fuck viciously into her, gripping her buttocks with his hands with eager desire. Her naked body followed him and began to move on its own in wild abandoned jerks up against him.
"Ohhh, ohhh," Louella chanted, her body and mind completely out of control now from the delicious and obscene fucking of her anus. With a lewd and triumphant satisfaction, the depraved teenager could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing and contracting around the shaft of his thrusting cock as he fucked into her with the untamed lust of a greedy, selfish child.
"Ohhh God, ohhhh God, so good, so goooddd," she panted as if in anguish as he plunged his long slim penis deeper into the warm soft passage of her anus. Her full sensual lips opened and closed fish-like, half in humiliation and shame from the sudden uncontrolled sensations surging through her, and half in fear that she would be ripped asunder by the sadistic impalings of his youthfully bucking cock. Her whole naked body jerked and swayed as she continued to moan, her face contorted with the ecstatic passion the savage boy was bringing to her against her will. There was nothing which could stop her wild desire for fulfillment now, and the gleeful youth fucked with all his strength to end it for them both.
Johnny's widening eyes locked on his librarian's parted lips that were glistening moist from her tongue swirling around them. He could hear her incessant pleadings as she kneeled in erotic servitude to the brutal ass-fucking she was forced to suffer. He had the sudden urge to shove his cock up in between those ripe red lips and choke off those insanely lewd mutterings; to fill her mouth with his sperm as he'd almost done yesterday evening. The mere thought of that moist warm cavern closing softly around his cock caused it to jerk and almost ejaculate as he stood watching the obscenely exciting sodomy.
He moved up in front of Mrs. Brewer's head and kneeled down so that his long slender cock throbbed out directly over her face. Then he grasped her cheeks tenderly and raised her head so that her alcohol and lust-glazed eyes were presented with the lewd view of the pulsating, sperm-filled ridge running all along his youthful shaft. His hairless balls lay gently against his thighs as he bent her so that her mouth was poised directly before the aching tip of his penis. He pushed forward a little until the blunt head of his cock was pressed firmly between her parted lips. The boy groaned as he felt the soft lip stick painted surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin. Her lips closed at the first touch and he held his breath, waiting for a sudden cry of protest to come from the nakedly coerced woman ... but none came.
Instead, Mrs. Brewer's lips fell limply open and her head pressed forward of its own volition without his having to pull her to him. The movement caught the teenager by surprise, as he thought the librarian was beyond moving at all, and he watched with adolescent wonder as the tight rounded ovals of her lips enclosed over the hotly stretched skin of his boyish penis. He had never in his wildest dreams ever thought he would see the day when he could look down and see his cock skewering into the face of a lovely woman while she was being fucked half to death in the ass! Especially not of Mrs. Brewer, the school librarian! Shit! This was wilder than he'd hoped it would be! Wow!
Louella started using her tongue slowly at first, and the boy could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk excitedly inside her mouth. Her full lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring. He could feel them moving with painted intensity down his youthfully vibrant shaft and taking as much of him as she could up into her mouth. She surrounded his hardened young penis with hot moist saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his slender hands on either side of the naked woman's hollowing cheeks and pressed inward with all his eager young might. Crap! This was better 'n yesterday by a damn site!
The mature librarian began to suck the teen-ager with a moist nibbling pressure, and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times, when in reality, the day before had been the very first time she'd ever sucked a cock! His tight round testicles bounced softly against her chin, and there was the fresh odor of his arousal that filled her nostrils with the pungent reminder of the cruel and depraved attack to which she was so willingly succumbing.
Behind her, youthful Steven Hollister could feel himself building toward a climactic end. He knew it would be soon and began to fuck the librarian faster and harder, battering mercilessly between the quivering cheeks of her buttocks with his hard driving hips. His hands clawed her waist, squeezing the soft firm flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers, his lips bared back against his teeth, and his mouth open. His breath came in short gasping bursts that echoed obscenely down the corridors of the dim, dusty book stacks as he stared wildly down at her lush mature body and bobbing head. The contrast of Johnny's glistening white penis pumping into the rosy red moistness of her ovaling lips shot chills of lightning-like excitement up and down the length of his spine. He tore at the woman's naked buttocks, stretching the full moons as wide apart as he could and watched his own long slender cock disappearing up into the tight moist circle of her anus in an exciting contrast of color and flesh.
"Jesus Christ!" Donald spluttered, masturbating by the side of the aisle, his eyes rolling in his head. "I gotta fuck her next! I gotta fuck Miss Brewer next!"
Louella worked in a daze of passion, licking and sucking as the eager child forced her to follow slave-like his every thrust into the tender confines of her mouth. Her ravishment continued on and on at both ends of her bent and tortured body as the lust-crazed Donald stroked and fondled his long hard cock beside them. Oh deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! The desire deep inside her belly was a rabid torrent once more, and she rolled her skewered buttocks high up behind her in a circular motion, constricting with her rectal muscles around the hot young penis burrowing mercilessly into it. She wanted to exploit it to its limit to saturate her rectum with youthfully fresh sperm until it spluttered out of her flooded anus and dribbled down her legs. She sucked insatiably at the slim boyish cock in her mouth, wanting Johnny to shoot his virile semen into her throat until her stomach was as filled as her belly! She wanted to grovel in it, to drench herself with fresh teenaged cum at both ends!
Donald Forbes stroked his hardened cock faster and faster, seeing the raping and ravishing of the servile older woman. It drove him to still greater desire to be the next boy to heap indignities on her lush, mature flesh.
But there were two other lust-smoked eyes feasting on the obscene trio other than the masturbating teenager's. Two small ones sparkling from a darkened corner of the book racks...
Young Sally Oaks had been drawn to this corner of the stacks by the smacking sounds of the cruel pile-driving thrusts and the slavering noises of the three boys. Now her breath was coming in rhythm to Mrs. Brewer's muffled sighs around the pumping young cock in her mouth. The muscles of her own slender nubile body were as taut as bow strings as she reacted involuntarily to the maddening scene she was witnessing. Her hand had already trailed a slow, teasing path down over her soft, tender belly and inserted itself into the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, teasing thrillingly at the sparse black pubic hair raising from the "vee" of her loins. Her fingers played there for a moment and then curled down into the moist ready slit of her yearning pussy to press gently against the tiny nubbin of her clitoris. Sally jerked forward as her middle finger parted the soft lips of her tight little vagina and snaked its way up inside the thin-lipped opening of her cuntal slit. Wild electric stabs of pleasure raced through her slender, developing body but just like yesterday, fondling herself was not enough! Jesus, it would never satisfy her again! All her scruples and fears faded in the heat of her resurgent need, and now all she wanted was a cock! A nice hard cock to quench the fires of burning desire that were turning her teenaged flesh into a loose bundle of raw animal nerves that she was too inexperienced to control!
A long, thick cock like Donald's! And there he was, jerking off ... Yes! His cock was right there, right in front of her to use! All she had to do was ask...!
Sally stepped hesitantly out of the shadows, awed by her own boldness and driving desires as a budding young woman. She approached the still mesmerized boy, who was staring with hypnotic greed at the lewdly twined trio in the aisle, his back against a shelf of books and his legs spread out in front of him on the floor. She leaned down to Donald's ear and whispered huskily:
"Fuck me, Donald! Fuck me!"
"Wha ? " Forbes gasped, suddenly aware of Sally Oaks' presence. His dull mind, saturated with lewdness, tried to form the significance of her presence. "Sally! What are you ? "
"Fuck me," she hissed again. "With that big hard prick of yours! You'd rather have it in me than in your hand, wouldn't you?"
"Crap!" Donald blurted, gasping for air like a stranded fish. His boyish penis was throbbing wilder than ever, and his brain reeled with the heady realization of what his young schoolmate was asking. Had he heard right? Was Johnny's twin sister telling him that she wanted him to fuck her? Shit! That couldn't be right!
Sally leaned closer, her breath a white-hot firebrand on the teenager's cheeks. "I don't have a big hard cock like you do to show I want sex, Donald. I'll have to prove it to you anyway I can!" She stood before him, within viewing of the threesome on the aisle only a few feet away, and started to undress. She slipped out of her dress, unhooked her tiny brassiere and then stepped out of her brief white panties, the clothing making a brilliant puddle at her slender feet. She stood with her legs spread apart, smiling at the boy's shocked expression, her teeth bared and the pink, wet tip of her tongue barely showing. The moist, petal-like lips of her growing vagina was presented in all their pink-tinged freshness, and the dim lights of the aisle splashed across the perfectly round white breasts which jutted from her like inviting, ruby-crested peaks.
"What's the matter, lover? Don't you want me?"
Donald couldn't speak, only stare at the lewd, wanton pose of the young girl. His cock was pulsating madly and seeping droplets of emission in gathering explosion. But shit! He couldn't! Sally was Johnny's sister! Johnny'd take a gun to him or a knife or something! "Hey ... I, I can't!" he whined. "It ain't right to Johnny!"
But Mrs. Brewer had taught the girl scout well in the arts of sexual awakening. Sally slid her fingers teasingly down to graze her soft dark pubic hair and dip into the wet pink crevice of her tender young pussy. She began to stroke her thin, young vaginal slit, sending rivulets of her sexually excited secretions to dampen her white-fleshed inner thighs.
"Never mind about Johnny," she cooed in cadence to her masturbating fingers. "He fucked me last night, while Mrs. Brewer was there to help. Jesus, if he can fuck me, you sure can while he's watching ... " On and on the young girl intoned, and her words were perverted obscenities which made Donald more frenzied than ever. Her fingers in the slender crevice of her wet pink cunt excited him to a peak he'd never known existed in his fifteen years!
And Sally herself was shocked by the vulgarity of her actions, even as she was doing them. As much as she loved sex, as much as she had found out how she desired to be fucked, she had never thought she could allow herself to be so completely abandoned, so void of modesty or shyness. She had never said such things before, much less stood before a naked boy in such depraved splendor and played with her tight young pussy. Jesus, what an influence Mrs. Brewer was! It was like the older woman was some kind of web that sucked her into doing these things! Mrs. Brewer should have been a teacher of sex ... not just a dumb old librarian!
"I can't help myself," Sally moaned. "Seeing them fuck there ... being so excited..." She trembled and her eyes clenched tightly shut. "Ohhh, how can you sit there and not want me? What do I have to do to get relief? Please, Donald ... fuck me!"
Her last appeal, couched in the kind of girlish innocence guaranteed to drive a monk insane, was far more than the loutish youth could withstand. "Yeah!" he shouted, leaping up. "Yeah, I'll fuck you! Get down on your knees and we can fuck and see at the same time!"
The lewd words excited the young girl even more, and she groaned in delighted surrender to her passions. She needed courage now, her heart beating like a runaway train in almost terrified anticipation. She got down on all-fours like a dog and she could feel Donald moving behind her and the length of his young body pressing into her back. His arms extended around her and the boy began massaging and cupping her small tight breasts in a teasing manner that caused her to squirm her naked buttocks back hard against his loins.
Then the large teenager levered forward and sank the plunging shaft of his youthful cock deep up inside his friend's sister's tender young cunt. He could feel the soft fleshy resistance of her tight little pussy spread open before the sensitive head of his cock, bringing a soft explosive sound from her lips as though the wind had been knocked from the girl. He sensed that she had never been fucked this deep before and he routed his boyish penis around deep inside, enlarging the virginal end of her cuntal channel and feeling its squeezing clasp gripping his hardness like warm pincers. The soft enveloping tightness brought a tingle of delight shooting through his balls.
Sally's eyes opened and closed as she watched the naked woman and the two boys in front of her, barely able to see them through her lost glaze of passion. She spread her tender thighs wider, moving her feet apart to feel with obscene sensation the distended head of Donald's cock grazed against the flat hardness of her developing cervix. The hardness of his youthful erection probed still deeper, deeper where no one had been before. Forgotten was the humiliation of bending over like a slave on a dirty aisle floor while a strange boy vented his immature lust by fucking into her naked little belly from behind. All that mattered now was the lewd pleasures coursing through her, out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this, like Mrs. Brewer was being fucked. She wanted to be subjected to the same sordid demands that the voluptuous librarian was experiencing in her pleasure-wracked body.
"Oh, fuck me, Donald! Fuck me hard and good!"
It was this first loud cry of teenage ecstasy which finally alerted the sex-drugged mind of Louella Brewer that something else was taking place in the stacks. She fluttered her eyes open wider, and seeing Sally nearby almost turned her naked flesh to ice! Oh my God! she thought horror-stricken. No! I don't believe it! It can't be!
"Sally!" her twin brother Johnny gasped, swiveling his head around to stare at his rutting young sister on the floor. "What are you--? "
"I'm fucking!" Sally answered deliriously. "You can do it, so why can't I? I'm just as good as you, aren't I?" She squirmed lewdly back against the dull-witted Donald, humping her buttocks tightly around his still pumping cock. "Go on! Fuck Mrs. Brewer! Fuck her! Fuck her in the mouth and ass! Ohhhh, I get so excited watching!"
"Yeah, everybody fuck!" Donald echoed in his own thick passion. "Shit, your sister's cunt is tighter than Mrs. Brewer's ass, I bet!"
Johnny groaned, but needed no further urging, and his youthful cock soared farther than ever into the mature woman's tightly ovaling mouth. Louella felt the pit of her belly hot and trembling as the rapacious boy skewered his penis deep into her throat and the sadistic young Steven ground hard up inside her uptilted anus from the rear. Johnny moaned his confusion and excitement as he watched the obscene picture of his sister being buffeted in a subservient kneeling position by his pal Donald. He thrust his slender penis punishingly into the librarian's mouth, forcing her lips wider apart with each jerk until almost the whole of his rigid cock was swallowed between her cheeks. At the other end, his young buddy surged with long deep strokes into the wetly throbbing hole of her anus, the two boys tossing the school librarian between them like a rag doll on a single gigantic rapier.
Louella stared at the young teenaged girl, tears blurring her eyes as she realized that she had not only compromised herself, but had led Sally astray as well. Then she realized that the only true difference between them was that Sally had been honest enough to admit to her natural instincts from the very first, while she had tried for years to suppress hers, denying herself all the fresh virile delights of budding young teenagers until now. But that was all changed, and there was no more need to pretend or feel guilty under the guise of false puritanism. Somehow she managed a soft smile around the ever-thrusting cock of Sally's twin brother, and the mute message brought an answering smile from the girl. Now they knew one another for what they were, for Sally was the girl that Louella should have been. She and Sally were naked soul-naked as well as flesh-naked, and whatever they did now or in the future would be all right. It would be all right and to hell with what the self-proclaimed moralists of the world said...
Louella, before Sally's eyes, began sucking Johnny's young expanding penis like a wild woman. To Sally's lust-filmed gaze, the slender pummeling shaft seemed to fuse into a portion of Mrs. Brewer's face as her brother drove forward with hollowing buttocks like a pile-driver. The boy grunted and groaned, quivering with his impending orgasm, his tight youthful balls dancing beneath and slapping in unison with his thrusts against the mature woman's upraised chin.
Heatedly the girl thought: Jesus, Johnny's going to strangle her when he finally cums! He's going to fill her mouth until his hot sticky sperm floods down her throat in torrents! God, can she take it all?
And as she watched, her brother jerked his cock suddenly from the older woman's sucking mouth, holding the slender white shaft about two inches away. Then with an expiring groan from his young lips, it began spewing hot, fresh cum directly into her wide-open mouth. The thin, quick spurts streamed from its swollen tip like milk from a cow udder, filling the librarian's mouth to the brim. Louella swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the lust-inciting liquid as her Adam's apple bobbed up and down rapidly in her effort to keep up with the wildly ejaculating young penis.
As she saw Mrs. Brewer desperately lean forward to take the shooting penis between her lips, young Sally Oaks suddenly shivered under Donald's surging penis, and cried, "Oh! I'm cumming too! Ohhhh Jeeeessssssuuuuusss!"
Donald felt the girl's cunt opening around him and warm gushes of wet lubrications flooding hot around his pistoning young cock. He thrust faster, pressing deeper up inside her tight little pussy, wanting her to remember his fucking for a long, long time. He felt his friend's twin sister jerk her buttocks back against him, the lips of her tiny cunt working at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. His breath was coming in short gasps now, and he thrust deep again, suddenly feeling his own boyish semen spew hotly from the tip of his cock far up into her soft, quivering belly.
Their juices mingled deep in a wet pool of joy and passion that the teenaged girl had never known could exist. Her firm young body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing on the floor as Donald's grip on her thighs was released. She lay spread-eagled, smiling contentedly up at the others as her brother continued to throb out his lewd sperm into Mrs. Benson's mouth.
Louella felt the sudden rising tide beginning deep in her own quivering belly. She licked and sucked the flooding penis, swallowing the sweet, pungent fluid hungrily to satiate her totally abandoned passions. There was nothing else in the world for her now except the heated throb of her wet passage behind at the spewing young cock in her mouth. Her own insides erupted in great white flashes of fire, tunneling through her veins in a building stream of building pleasure. It suddenly burst and she groaned around the pumping young hardness in her mouth as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around the jack-hammering cock in her anus, seeping in warm rivulets back out her vaginal lips and down the insides of her trembling thighs. It was indescribable and the whole of her pussy felt wet and used beyond belief. Tears of unconscious joy rolled down from her eyes.
"Give it to her, Steven," she heard a high-pitched Johnny-voice goad excitedly from somewhere above her.
Spurred on by the librarian's twisting body against him, the Hollister youth fucked more deeply into her, forcing her tortured buttocks farther apart, driving into her demoniacally. Bright flashes lit the darkened aisle as Louella continued to groan out her climax beneath him, and then she could feel the waves of his fresh sperm shooting deep up into her dilating rectum. Her head whirled with depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful spurts surged wildly into her, filling her anus to the bursting point with its hot flowing whiteness. The rubbery wet walls of her rectum clasped and unclasped desperately around the jerking boyish shaft like a starving mouth. His fresh young cum spurted out wetly around his still driving cock, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks and flooding his hard round testicles as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight-lipped vagina...
As the two boys rolled from her spent, satiated body, Louella Brewer caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of Donald furiously fucking young Sally Oaks again. The girl scout was lying on the floor this time, her legs drawn back up tight against her breasts with her ankles locked behind the boy's neck. His slender penis was sunk completely to the hilt in the moist hot slit of her vagina. Louella could see the widely stretched lips of the girl's still-hungry tight cunt almost crawl up the full length of him as Sally moaned and purred beneath him.
The thought: Well, if she can, I should be able to ... After all, I'm the one who taught her all she knows! suddenly ran ridiculously through the older woman's mind.
Then the Hollister lad grabbed her and levered her over on her back, raising her unresisting legs up off the floor in an arc far back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly on either side of her shoulders. The glistening flattened plane of her hair-fringed vaginal slit was presented almost in sacrificial offering to him. The boy poised over her, his hands holding her ankles back, his slender, already rejuvenated cock aimed straight at her helpless upturned cuntal hole.
"What'll it be, Mrs. Brewer?" the teenager taunted down at her. "Suck or fuck?"
Louella gasped at the force of the boy's fingers and looked through the narrow, hazy slits of her eyes. Fire licked again at her womanly loins in spite of her recent climax, her passions spurred on by her sheer helplessness and the depraved position in which she was being bound. She could see the faint, blurred image of young Johnny Oaks standing eagerly over her, but now he was not so important. It was a cock she wanted ... any boy's virile cock would do! The flames of unsatiated lust raged out of control in the furnace of her cunt, and nothing else mattered at all to her now.
"Fuck me," the older woman hissed between clenched teeth. She wriggled her maturely rounded buttocks at the naked young teenager in lewd and unmistakable invitation. "Go on, little lover! Fuck me! All of you, fuck your librarian! Fuck mmmmmeeeee!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
They found Dr. Abernathy in his principal's office, a large crystal punch bowl on his desk. He was sitting calmly in the padded leather chair behind the desk, drinking from a glass in his hand with a steady, contented manner.
He smiled as the three people barged into his office, a placid expression creasing his lean features. "What can I do for you, ah...? "
"Melvin Brewer," the tall man in a sports jacket snapped. He ran a hand nervously through his bushy brown hair, and indicated the couple next to him. "And this is Mr. and Mrs. Oaks."
The Oaks had a rather harried look on their faces. "We're looking for our children, Sally and Johnny."
"Ah yes, I know them well," Dr. Abernathy murmured, using the scoop to refill his glass from the punch bowl.
"And I'm looking for my wife. She is the librarian here, isn't she?"
"Well, don't you know?" the principal asked, blinking. "My, my. This is all very peculiar. First she comes down with some strange ailment ... He frowned, half-closing his eyes towards Mr. Brewer. "She has been sick today, hasn't she?"
Melvin cleared his throat. "You might say something like that."
"Been acting very oddly, she has..." Dr. Abernathy contemplated his thought for a moment, then added, "And now you say Sally and Johnny are missing?"
"Well, they haven't come home yet." Stanley Oaks replied. "They should be with Mrs. Brewer. I ... met Melvin earlier this afternoon and we had a chat, and now thought under the circumstances..."
"To come together, yes." Dr. Abernathy waved at them to take chairs. "Please sit down, I haven't finished my punch yet. Confiscated it, I did. Definitely been spiked, the little devils. Must talk to Miss Farquart about this tomorrow, yes I must. Save some evidence, too..."
"Dr. Abernathy, please!" Isabel Oaks protested. "We want you to help us find our children!"
"And my wife!" Melvin Brewer included. "Hmm. The last I heard of them, they'd been seen going in the stacks."
"The stacks?"
"The rows of book shelves we keep up in the library. But surely they've long gone from there."
"But you're not certain?"
"Only one way, I guess," Dr. Abernathy said, rising. He steadied himself by placing one hand on the desk, his fingers tent-like for extra support. "We'll just go up there and see."
