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                                  Reckless


                    A Serial Erotic Novel in Installments

                              by David Lawrence



                         Chapter 5 - In the Library




When Kristy arrived for school the next morning, after her doctors
appointment, Pam was quick to track her down before her first class
started.

"Kristene, could you please come into my office for a few seconds?" Pam
asked her in the crowded hallway.  Together, they retired into Pam's
guidance office, the one without any windows to the outside. Pam closed the
door behind her, without locking it.

"How did it go?" the guidance counselor asked the sexy teen, trying
to keep any hint of concern out of her voice.

"Stop worrying, Pam." Kristy answered, "The tests were negative.  See,
I knew there'd be no problem."

"When you're eighteen, that's an easy assumption to make." was all
Pam could reply.

"Besides, " Kristy said with that flirtatious, seductive tone her
voice could take on, "I just loved the visit.  They always give me
special treatment there."

"Really?" said Pam, settling back into her chair behind the desk.
"And all for free?  That's one nice doctor.  I ought to go to him."

"Yeah, you ought to.  And his receptionist is pretty cool too!"

God, Pam thought, did this slut fuck the doctor and his receptionist
in their office?  If it were anybody but Kristy, she'd know they were
lying.  But that's what she was implying, not by her words but the tone
of voice they were spoken in.

"Would you like to tell me the details?" asked Pam.

"Sure, but maybe later, at your house?" replied Kristy.  "I have to
go to class soon." Her smile was wicked and seductive.  Pam felt the
little demon turn loose in her.  She looked at the smiling, sexy girl,
and remembered what furious sex they'd had between each other and with
John.  She could feel her own honey start to flow from the thought.  She
looked at the closed, but unlocked door.  The demon began pricking her
softly with his little trident.

"Yes.  Later, at my house.  Around ten tonight." she told Kristy, who
got up to leave with a "Yes, ma'am" and an evil grin.

"Not yet." said Pam.  "Sit down." Kristy sat back down.

"Show me your tits." Pam whispered, loud enough for Kristy, but
hopefully not for anyone outside to hear.

The uninhibited girl did not hesitate, or even look back at the
unlocked door.  She simply pulled her blouse from out of her pants, and
lifted it up to reveal her gorgeous braless tits, taut and proud in
youth, their nipples brown and standing up.

"So pretty." Pam said. "Now, flick your left nipple and make it as
hard as it can be."

Kristy did exactly that, but sexily and seductively, true to her
nature. The forefinger of her right hand rubbed and pinched and flicked
at her left nipple until the pleasure made it stand up in it's full
crinkly glory.

"Does that make your honey flow in your pussy, naughty girl?" Pam
asked.

"Yes, Miss Roberts." Kristy replied in the submissive voice that made
Pam's own pussy tingle and surge.

"I don't think I can wait until ten tonight.  Put your blouse back
in, and meet me in the library thirty minutes after school is over,
today." Pam ordered.  Kristy replied, "Yes, Ma'am" in that submissive
voice that she, being a savvy young thing, knew turned Pam on more than
just about anything.  She tucked the blouse back into her shirt,
and slipped out the door, leaving Pam to wonder how in hell she was
going to make it through the day with her head full of nasty thoughts
about fucking Kristy as soon as possible.  Her time would be well spent,
from the school's point of view, if she just masturbated right here at
her desk before the day really started, but she just couldn't see
herself explaining that to the school board at her termination of
employment hearing, so she had to wait.  Having a student show her
breasts even for a minute was enough risk to run, at least for one
morning.

                              -=*=-


Christine Galloway looked up at the clock on the wall of the library,
her library. Three-forty five.  Only fifteen more minutes until her
official time was up.  And, she thought happily, only five more days
until school was out, and five more after that for staff, and then it
was time to head for the beach!  Beaches were one of the things she
loved about America. The waters of the Atlantic were warm, not like in
her native Ireland, and you could sit there all day and soak up the sun,
and ogle the lasses in their skimpy bikinis, thinking all the while
about what you'd do to them if you could get them alone for a little
private time.

Not that she often did, of course, because for her the career had to
come first.  Her family was not wealthy, and only the death of her one
rich uncle had provided the money to get an education in America.  She
had studied Library Science at UNC, and this was the first job for the
ambitious twenty-five year old.  She was determined to do a great job
and move up in the world.

She walked among the library computers, making sure each one was
rebooted and ready for the next day.  It was one of her last tasks, and
she finished as the janitors completed their vacuuming, switched off the
noisy machines, and closed the library door.  Peace at last. She
switched off the main lights, and settled into the cube at the far
corner of the large (for a high school) library, and logged in.

Her friends at college had left an account open for her on the
university computer.  It was a way around the block the school had on
internet access. That way, she could log in to the UNIX machine, and use
TIN to browse newsgroups the students at Pinecrest could never see.  One
of her favorites was alt.sex.stories.

Of course, it was hard to find anything interesting amid the horrible
spam and dross that had invaded her place in the last year, and was only
getting worse.  But you could still find the occasional nugget, you just
had to work harder at it. The moderated newsgroup was nicer, but there
weren't as many stories there.  You were less likely to find a good
realistic lesbian story, and that was what she really preferred,
especially one with lots of sexy kissing.

The codes were helpful, and she looked at several with an FF code.  The
first two were pretty standard fare; but the third, even though FF was
only one of the combinations, had possibilities.  It involved a sexy high
school senior and a school employee, and the atmosphere was slutty while
staying positive and sexy.  Several screens into the story, by the time
the girl lay over the older woman's lap with her ass raised for a
spanking, Christine was hooked.  Spanking, when one girl does it to
another, was one of her pet kinks.  She could feel her pussy tingle and
her juice flow as she read on.

Jesus and Mary, as the girl was spanked, she had to confess her sins,
and one of them was getting horny as she was spanked!  The talk was
dirty without being demeaning.  Eventually, the girl got fingerfucked to
orgasm, in both the ass and the pussy, then had to eat the older woman
right there in her chair.  There was something about a man watching, but
Christine was not interested in that part.

By the time she finished the story, her Irish blood was boiling.  Rarely
had anything made her so horny so fast!  She had forced herself to keep
her finger off her pussy, because she just didn't feel comfortable
pulling down her pants in her own library.  She wished she'd  worn a
dress today, dresses were easier to push up to get to the sweet spot.

It was time to go, once again, to the AV storage room.  Before, during a
couple of other periods of after-school desperation, Christine had
decided that the little room off the library, which not even the
janitors had a key to, was the perfect place for privacy.  The expensive
audio-visual stuff was stored there, and only the principal and a few
other employees had a key.  She had one, because as librarian she
controlled who had access to the AV equipment.

She crossed the dark, silent, empty library and moved swiftly up to the
windowless door.  Quietly, she slid her key in the lock and turned,
then equally silently she slipped inside and closed the door.  She
didn't know why she was so quiet; it was just instinct, since her
mission was one of very unauthorized self-gratification it just felt
natural to be sneaky.  Take no chances beyond those necessary was one of
her mottoes.

She had barely turned around to walk down to the little chair in the
back when she heard it.

"Ooooohh!" a high-pitched feminine voice half-whispered.  To the
experienced ear, the tone said only one thing: sex! Someone was having
sex in the AV room!  Christine realized this with a shock that made her
forget her own horniness.  But how?  No one had a key except a few
adults.  It must be kids, maybe they had snuck in earlier in the day,
hid out, and were now shamelessly fucking.

Cautiously, the librarian decided to check it out before intervening,
as she knew she must do.  You couldn't be too careful:  Perhaps several
boys were raping a girl (though the sound was one of pleasure not pain),
at any rate, better to see what you're getting into before jumping in.
She carefully took a couple of steps toward where she thought the cry
came from, in the back of the room behind some filing cabinets.
"Ooooooo yes" she heard again as she got closer.  It sure sounded like
someone was having a hell of a lot of fun.

As she got close enough to see around the cabinets that hid the
action, partially, she could only see two obviously feminine legs, on a
spread-out blanket no less, but oddly, they were pointed knees down, not
up, and they were not spread.

"Oh yes, baby slut, yes." the high-pitched voice gasped in a sort of a
whisper, as if she was trying to keep the noise down.  Christine took another
cautious step, and this revealed the outlines of what was happening.
Although neither upper body was revealed, you could see a superbly sexy
ass on the girl whose belly was on the blanket, and you could see the
calves and feet of -- another woman? -- on either side of the ass.  The
legs were spread and the knees bent.  With a shock and thrill, Christine
realized they were two girls.

The librarian relaxed somewhat.  With no boys, there was less of a
physical threat. These days, you couldn't just burst in on students
engaged in illegal or immoral activities without running the risk of
being a part of those activities in a very unpleasant way.  But who were
the girls, and was there a boy there she didn't see yet?

Another quiet step closer.  The room was lit only by two skylights,
and the light was adequate but not bright.  But once she got a look at
the head of the girl doing the licking, she recognized instantly the red
mane of Kristy Whitman.  No surprise there.  Kristy was well known among
students and faculty alike as being both bisexual and promiscuous.
Secretly, Christine had in fact invited Kristy to many a private orgy in
the fantasy space inside her brain.  Together, in the darkness of her
apartment, alone in her bed, the librarian had fantasized nearly every
nasty combination two girls could get into with Kristy as her co-pilot.
Now she was seeing the real thing.

Christine could feel her emotions changing.  The arousal that she had
crept into this back room with, had begun to return.  Two girls, licking
one another!  How she'd wished she had the guts, or the stupidity, to
be able to hook up with Kristy or a few of the other bisexual or lesbian
students.  Her cunt had told her yes a thousand times, but her brain always
overrode it.  Now all she could do was watch.

Who was the other?  The librarian took one step closer, trying to see
around the cabinets.  But it was risky.  She noticed a little stool near
her, and carefully pulled it over.  She stood up on it, slowly, and was
able to get an above view over the cabinets at the lusty lesbian sex
scene not fifteen feet away in the dimly-lit room.

The other girl was blonde and looked much older.  Her head was turned
away, but she soon in her pleasure agony turned it face up.  Then
Christine got her second shock in as many minutes:  Pam Roberts, the
guidance counselor!  Holy Mary Mother of God!  While she, Christine, had
been a proper employee, the seemingly conservative Pam was
getting it on with the sexiest girl in school!  She felt a twinge of envy
mixed in with the shock.  It was even more shocking, considering not
only that no one could have suspected the proper Miss Roberts of sexual
misconduct, but also that Pam was obviously dating the equally
conservative John Sullivan.  Now Christine was watching her not just have
sex with a student, of the same sex, but also cheat on her boyfriend into
the bargain.

I should just creep out of here, Christine thought.  No need to get
mixed up in this; it's between Pam and Kristy.  Yes: that's what she
thought, but that's not what she did.  She did not move from the stool.
Her eyes took in the lewd scene, but her body did not respond except to
stand there, and start the sluice gates between her legs flowing
again.

"Jesus Christ you cuntlicking little whore, you're gonna kill me with
that sweet tongue." Pam gasped and grunted as Kristy's head bobbed up
and down between her spread legs.  The teen was not being subtle.  Her
tongue swiped and flicked at the older woman's hard clit, stopping only
to dip deep inside and scoop up the overflowing honey that cascaded from
the desperately aroused guidance counselors hot slit.

"Tongue fuck me till I cum in your face." Pam swore fiercely.  A man
might have misunderstood this to mean put his tongue in her vagina, but
Kristy knew what she meant was to get her off fast.  She puckered her
sweet sexy lips around the hard little nubbin of pleasure, and at the
same time both sucked on it, and laved it with her tongue.  The purpose
was to induce orgasm, and the expert oral act did it's job well.

Christine watched from her perch rapt, hardly even blinking, as the
athletic body of the sexy Pam began its cum.  First, her toes curled,
then her legs flexed and her hips rose up off the blanket. Her head
arched back as far as possible, as with her eyes tight shut she began
gasping "yes yes fuck yes oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh".  Her hips began
hunching almost violently against the embedded face of the sucking
teenager. Christine could see Kristy's tits and ass quiver as her body
absorbed the shocks the humping loins of the older woman administered to
her.  She took it without complaint, holding her face tight against the
spasming cunt.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!" Pam gargled, and her hips made two more heaves
off the blanket before settling down.  Her chest pumped air as the sexy
Kristy seemed to gently lick and kiss the open wet slit.  Eventually,
the teen left her pleasure nest and rested her head on the upper thigh
of the sprawled Pam.  The girl's whole face was shiny and slick with
Pam's cum honey, it even covered her cute little rounded pug nose.

"God, Pam, I though you were going to hump my nose off." Kristy
smiled through her cum-covered lips.  She began to lick them like a
cat licking the remnants of milk from its mouth.

Pam could talk only in bursts. "You make me cum that hard...honey you
better get out of the way...or take the consequences."

"But you told me you wanted me to keep my tongue up in your cunt as
far as it would go when you came." Kristy reminded her.

"That's right." Pam replied.  What, did the girl want her to make
sense twenty seconds after one of the most mind-blowing cums of her
life?

Christine was rooted to her spot.  Now that the women were no longer
distracted by their sexual activity, they could possibly hear any slight
move she made.  She held herself still as a statue, but her eyes kept
staring at the blanket and the two women.  Kristy was entirely naked,
she didn't even have socks on.  Pam on the other hand still had on her dress,
but it was pushed up to her waist, and her panties and shoes and socks
lay on the floor with Kristy's blouse and pants and other clothes.

Pam's chest eventually settled back to normal breathing, and she
propped her head up on one arm, to look down at Kristy's freckled face
framed by the red hair, still resting on a thigh, still covered with
Pam's own special honey.  The older woman stretched her other arm down
to the smiling face, and tenderly ran her fingers over the upturned side
of the teens head, near her ear.

"You don't really mind if I call you things like slut and whore when
we're fucking, do you honey?" Pam asked gently.

"No, I want to be your slut, and your whore.  I want to give myself
to you completely, like I never have to anyone else.  You have my body
and soul. I'll do anything for you, and anything with you, and anything
to you."

"That's sweet baby.  And John too, you'll do whatever we ask?"

"Yes, I will.  If you want, I'll do anything with anyone, and let
anything be done to me."

"Sweet Kristy, as your counselor I have to tell you that's a promise
you should never make to anyone, not even me, nor to any other lover.
Anything covers too much.  I wouldn't want you to be hurt, now or in the
future.  Their are plenty of people out there that will pretend to love
you only to abuse you.  Men and women. But I want you to know that with
me, and with John, you'll be safe and never hurt.  Do you understand?"

"I trust you, that's why I made the offer." Kristy replied.

Christine began to feel uncomfortable.  It was one thing to watch the
two fuck, but somehow it seemed an even worse invasion of their privacy
to listen to their intimate talk.  Besides, she was learning things she
wasn't sure she wanted to know: like that Sullivan was in on this too.
God, how depraved.  And she was just as depraved, really, as she stood
still, a peeping Tomasina, her own cunt leaking honey from the arousal
she felt.  She wanted to get out and leave, but was fearful that any
noise would alert them to her presence.  If they would just start the
sex again, she'd leave under cover of their distraction once they got
into it.

"Pam, I've been naughty again." she heard Kristy say.

"In what way?" Pam asked.

"I let a man cum in my pussy again."

"Who was it?"

"It was Dr. Greer.  He shot his cum up in me when I went to my
appointment."

"You're a very naughty girl, Kristy."

"It's even worse, Miss Roberts.  Not only did he shoot his hot load
of cum all in my pussy, but he shot another load on my face.  And his
receptionist Gwen shot her cum out of her pussy on my face too, twice,
the second time while Dr. Greer was shooting his."

"Did you protest this, naughty girl?"  Pam could feel her own cunt
getting a surge as the hot words spilled out.  God, was this girl ever a
hot slut, and a precious find.

"No, Miss Roberts, I'm so naughty that I was begging for it.  I
wanted his big long dick stuffed inside me.  I wanted him to cum on and
in me.  When I saw Gwen shoot juice out when she came, I wanted that
too.  I drank it down, Miss Roberts."

"So he has a big cock, and you wanted it.  And you say this Gwen girl
shoots juice out of her pussy when she cums?  Are you lying to me,
naughty girl?"

"No, Miss Roberts, I'd never seen that before, but she cums almost
like a man, except her cum is clear and tastes like girl cum, and
squirts from her pussy hole." Pam had never seen this either, but she'd
heard and read about it.

"You have been a bad girl, Kristy.  Do you think you need punishment?"

"Yes, Miss Roberts, I know I do.  My ass needs to be spanked, to atone
for the trouble I keep getting into."

"Alright, there's a chair over there.  Bring it here and set it up
right on the blanket."  Pam ordered.  Why there was this chair in the AV
storage room she didn't know.  Nor could she imagine that Christine put
it there, to sit in while she masturbated after school following reading
of nasty lesbian spanking stories.

The watching Christine could not help but feel an incredible thrill
shoot through her body as she realized the sexy young girl was going to
be spanked.  Spanking was one of her secret thrills.  She was no virgin,
she had had girls, and they had had her.  But she was always turned on
by the idea of being spanked.  And in her twenty-five years she had
never felt such a strong surge of lust as she felt now.  She could not
leave and miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Below her, Kristy, nude, fetched the chair and placed it on the
blanket.  Pam got up, and sat in it.  Kristy submissively, and without
instruction, lay down in her lap with her mouth-watering ass raised
for it's punishment.

"Up on your toes, bad girl." Pam ordered.  Kristy raised up on her
toes.  "Now, how many whacks for your sins?"

"Ten whacks, Miss Roberts?" Kristy asked in her submissive voice.

"I think fifteen.  Five for the doctors cum in your pussy, and five
for his cum in your face, and five for Gwen's cum in your face.  Do you
agree?"

"Yes, Miss Roberts."

"Now, naughty girl, this time I want you to raise your ass towards the
hand that spanks it.  Every time I spank you, your ass will drop down.
You are to raise it, to ask for the next one, is that clear?"

Kristy felt a rush of lust at this new twist.  She was begging for the
spanking by raising her ass up.  She said "Yes, Miss Roberts", and pushed
her ass cheeks up for the first delicious whack.

Smack!  The first blow landed, causing the sting of pleasure to shoot
through the sexy teen's body.  She didn't know why this kink was so
exciting, but it was to her.  Even the pain was like pleasure, so long
as Pam didn't hit her too hard, and she knew she wouldn't.

"Now, what is this for, bad girl?" Pam asked.

"For letting Dr. Greer shoot his cum inside me." Kristy replied.

"Raise your ass again." Pam ordered.  Kristy did.  Whack!  The ass
jerked and jiggled from the blow.  "No," Pam said, "not for letting,
Kristy, for what?"

"For wanting, Miss Roberts.  I am so bad I wanted it.  I begged for it.
I wanted his dick and his cum.  I wanted to cum too, so bad.  I needed it
Miss Roberts."  She said this as she raised her ass submissively for
another blow. The honey was flowing freely from her cunt, and from Pam's
also.  This kinky sex game turned them both on fiercely.

Christine was more turned on than she had ever been in her life.  Her
pussy would not allow itself to go untouched any longer.  She slowly
moved both hands down to her pants, and unbuttoned the top.  Carefully
she unzipped the zipper, until she could get her hand down into the top
and under her panties, into the warm wet depths of her overflowing cunt.
Her finger settled over the hard nub of her clit, where it began to
gently diddle.  Oh god, it felt so good she wanted to moan, but she
had to keep her mouth shut.  But not her eyes, which never left the
wicked scene.

"What happened when he came on your face, slut?"

"Oh, Miss Roberts, Gwen was on top of me in a sixty-nine, and he
was fucking her in the ass, and they both were ready to cum, and she asked
him to pull out and shoot on my face while she did too, and he did, and
they both squirted their cum on my face at the same time."

"God, Kristy, that is hot." Pam had lost her concentration in the
shock of the sexy words. "Did you want to be fucked up the ass too,
naughty little slut girl?"

"Yes, Miss Roberts, I like to be fucked up the ass, but his cock
was so big I was afraid of it."

"You like things up your hot little ass don't you?" Pam said
seductively,  She put her finger in her mouth to wet it with saliva, and
then put it up to Kristy's asshole.  "You want my finger up your ass,
don't you, naughty girl?"

Oh, God, thought Christine; if she puts that finger up her ass I'm
going to cum right here.

"Yes, Miss Roberts, I'm a naughty slut.  Please, please fingerfuck my
ass and then punish me for wanting it."

Pam's finger began to push into Kristy's tight ass.  Christine diddled
furiously.  The Irish girl had cum many times, of course, but never
standing upright on a stool while having to keep her mouth totally shut.
And certainly, she'd never counted on having one of the top three or
four hardest cums of her life in that position.  But it happened.  Her
body began to tense deliciously, and she knew she couldn't stop it.
Her eyes narrowed and then closed, as she concentrated all her available
willpower on keeping quiet.  But the orgasm burst inside her with such
force she thought she might faint with ecstasy.  Her body was so tight
with unbearable pleasure she thought she was about to break in half.
And she couldn't even breathe hard without being overheard.

She was up on a stool, and began to feel her legs weaken.  She
reflexively moved her arm to steady herself, even as the waves of
pleasure pulsed through her.  The effort to keep quiet was all the
remnants of her conscious mind could handle. The arm caught a bottle
someone had left on the top of the cabinet.

CRASH!!!  The sound was loud and near in the small quiet room.  Pam's
head jerked up.  Jesus!  Someone was in here!

Christine meanwhile had her head down as she tried to silently ride
the waves of the ecstasy.  But her pants had worked down below her hips,
and as she tried to hold on after she heard the crash, the shock just
sent her tumbling off the stool and smack down on her ass on the bare
hard floor, pants now down around her knees.  She could just barely hear
the frantically whispered command from Pam "Quick get over there in the
corner!".  Now I'm buggered to end all, was the thought in Christine's
mind as she sat there stunned for a moment with both pleasure and pain.

Kristy scrambled frantically, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it
around her, and heading for a corner where she could hide behind a
little shelf.  As she ducked behind it, she realized what a pickle they
were probably in.   Pam thought quickly.  Someone had come in, and that
was someone with a key, someone important.  What was the crash and the
subsequent thumping around? Possibly the principal, who might even now
have knocked something over in his hurry to get out and find the forms
necessary to fire her in disgrace.

The only hope was to advance, and brazen it out.  At least, she still
had her dress on.  But she had to intercept whoever it was before they
could get back to the little scene that was still incriminating, because
in her haste Kristy had left her clothes scattered in disorder.  She
could only hope it was a man with a poor nose -- any woman could smell
the scent of sex hovering thickly in the room.  The odds of getting out
of this were low, but she had to try.

Pam charged towards the cabinets.  Rounding the corner, she saw no
one until she looked down -- to see, to her shock, the brown-haired
young Irish librarian on the floor, her hair a mess, trying to pull up
her pants!  A shattered glass bottle lay in shards on the floor.

"Are you all right?" was all Pam could think to say.  But even as she
said it, the shock and pulse-pounding adrenaline rush was starting to
turn to relief.  No principal, only a girl five years younger than her,
and -- incredibly -- she must have been peeping at us.  Pants being
pulled up.

"I'm so sorry!  So sorry!" Christine blurted in confusion.  She was
even more flustered than Pam.  Her ass hurt but otherwise she thought
she had not broken anything.  "I'm okay,  I really am, yes, but I'm
sorry. I just...I just..." Christine could not even think of a lame,
hopeless excuse.  "I just should be going now..." she blundered on.
But it was hard to even get up, she had not only just fallen but also
just cum with an incredible orgasm.

"Here, let me help." Pam offered her hand, and pulled the sputtering
girl up from the floor.  Christine looked down at her pants, and saw them
unbuttoned and the zipper down.  God, how embarrassing.  She blushed
deeply and tried to apologize again.  She didn't know which would look
worse, buttoning and zipping up the pants now, or walking out with them
undone.

"What were you doing?" Pam asked.  Pam and Christine knew each other
and were speaking acquaintances, but by no means friends.  Not that
either disliked the other.

"I....." Christine's voice trailed off.  What could you say?

"You were watching, weren't you?"  Pam's nature was to take control,
and this was the only way she could see to do it.  The librarian had
obviously been peeping, and at the least had seen her spank and talk
dirty to Kristy, and put a finger in her ass.  No one could pretend that
wasn't sex, and kinky sex at that.  But Christine had made herself liable
by watching and even, from the looks of it, masturbating as she watched.
Pam had to make her a co-conspirator.

Christine could not reply for a bit.  She looked at the floor.  In
spite of the fact that she had only watched, while the taller Pam had
actually spanked and fondled and had sex with a student, it was Christine
who felt like she'd been caught red-handed with her fingers in the
cookie jar. Her body language said submission.  Pam felt better with each
passing second.  "Yes." she finally admitted, her head down.

By this time, Kristy had emerged from behind the shelf, blanket still
wrapped around her, and slowly approached the two adults.  Christine
looked up.  "Hi, Miss Galloway." Kristy said.  Christine didn't reply.

"What did you see?" asked Pam.

Christine didn't know what to say.  "Do you want to know?" she asked.

"Yes, I want to know." Pam replied firmly.

"I saw everything, or almost everything.  I saw Kristene, uh, having
oral sex with you, and then I saw you spank her." the librarian answered
truthfully, but then she started to recover her native good sense, and
said "Can't we just forget this?  You two were wrong to be doing it, and I
was wrong to watch, so let's just both forget it, ok?"

Christine said this, head down again.  Pam was having none of it.  She
put her forefinger under the Irish girls chin, and raised her face to look
up.  The brown eyes of Christine met the blue eyes of Pam.  "Can you
forget it?" asked the taller woman, "And do you want to forget it?"

The answer was a good ten seconds in coming.  "No, I can't really
forget it, and also... I don't really want to."

"Were you masturbating when you watched us?" Pam asked.  This was
bold, but her reading of the girl was that she would be safest on their
side, not against them.

It was a tough thing to admit to, but when you're caught literally
with your pants down, lying just makes you seem even more ridiculous.
"Yes, I was." she admitted.

Pam felt the thrilling surge of the adrenaline in her body, now that
the panic had subsided.  There was something about being so close to the
edge that made you feel so alive.  To have nearly lost your job
in humiliating disgrace, and yet to have taken control and be directing
things, handling this young librarian who theoretically could still
devastate you -- that was power.

"Well, that was naughty, wasn't it, Christine?" Pam used the exact
same voice she had used to say the same thing to Kristy earlier.  She
knew Christine had heard that.  She knew that the librarian would know
what that tone meant.  She just hoped she was interpreting the body
language right.  But right now, she felt so powerful that no bet she
made could fail.

Christine stood and heard the voice, with it's unmistakable invitation
in it to join the fun.  But her good sense said no.  She wavered.
"Y-Yes, it was improper." She tried to sound neutral.

But Pam knew which screw to turn.  She knew, now, the point at which
the peeping girl had cum.  "Which part made you so hot, Christine?"

"Ah, all of it." Christine was playing along.  If she was going to
bolt, she already would have, Pam knew.

"No, it was the spanking wasn't it?" Pam had a firm tone in her voice.

Christine knew she was caught now.  There was no point in denying it.
She felt a release of tension in her body.  She also felt the beginning
of a new surge of arousal between her legs the moment she heard her
voice say "Yes."

"That's good, Christine.  That's good that you admit it. Kristy
and I admit our sexual desires, that's why we get along so well.  Isn't
that right, Kristy?"

"That's right." Kristy replied.  Christine had almost forgotten her
after looking into Pam's blue eyes.  She looked up to see the girl still
standing about five feet away, still wrapped in the green blanket.

"Kristy, drop that blanket please, and let us see your gorgeous
body." Pam requested.  Kristy dropped the blanket instantly.  She stood
proud and upright in her nakedness.

"Have you ever seen anything more beautiful, more sexy?" Pam asked
Christine.  "That's a body made for pleasure, made for fucking, for
tasting, for licking and rubbing.  Turn around sweetie."  Kristy spun
around, enjoying the two pairs of lusty eyes on her body.

"What an ass that is, isn't it?" Pam enthused.  "Perfect for playing
with, for kissing, for fucking.  And...for spanking, isn't it Christine?
How could anyone in their right mind resist?"

"Oh yes!" Christine was no longer playing like the proper employee.

"Turns you on, doesn't it?  Nothing wrong with being turned on by
such a girl as Kristy.  Admit it, you're wet right now, aren't you?"

This is crazy, this is so kinky, this is soooooo exciting Christine
thought.  In for a dime, in for a dollar as the Americans put it.
She knew these two could not blackmail or otherwise harass her, because
she had more on them than they had on her.  She felt safe enough to
say the final words of commitment: "Yes, Pam, my panties are soaking
right now."

"Oh, Christine, that is very, very naughty you know.  First, you sneak
in a peep on us in our private moments, and diddle your little clit
until you cum, and now you're ogling one of our students and admitting
your cunt is leaking honey.  Isn't that naughty?"

Christine felt the sudden whip of excitement as she realized what
was happening.  All she had to do was play along, and... and... that
firm hand would be coming down on her reddened and upraised ass.  Yes!
"Very naughty, Pam.  But I can't seem to help it."

"I know you can't, because you're a naughty girl just like Kristy is,
aren't you?  And you know what we do to naughty girls, don't you?"

"Yes, I do know, and I think I deserve it.  I deserve it very much."

"Bend over, Kristy." Pam ordered, "And spread your pussy lips for
us."  Kristy did as ordered, spreading her legs wide and jutting out her
ass at the two horny spectators, then reached back around and pulled her
cheeks apart to reveal the pink wet slit between them.  The action was
incredibly slutty and arousing, not just the way she did it, but the
unhesitating speed of it.  She had not the slightest sense of shame at
lewdly exposing her private parts for public viewing.

"I think you would deserve it even more if you got on your knees and
licked that hot slit that is presented to you." Pam said, in a voice
that barely concealed her own excitement.

Christine did not answer, she just took two steps forward and dropped
to her knees, clothes still on, and took the sexy ass in her hands, then
without hesitation put her face between the two perfect mounds and
extended her tongue.  She lasciviously licked broadly and nastily
up and down the fully exposed length of Kristys rear.  The burst of
pleasure made the young girl grab her knees for support.

God, I've found another one, Pam thought.  Kristy must draw them like
magnets: girls who, some beneath staid exteriors, are just seething
masses of sexual urges, waiting to be unleashed by the sexy body and
even sexier manner of the teenage fertility goddess.  Men too, of
course, but it was no wonder they dissolved in lust at her feet.

"That's right, lick and suck it like a nasty slut." Pam ordered, but
she didn't really need to, Christine had let her inhibitions go and was
doing now what she'd dreamed about so many nights this long school year.
Lick and suck the cunt of the luscious Kristy Whitman.  Pam let it go on
and on, feeling the flow of her own honey let loose, hearing the moans
begin in the throat of the deep-voiced young girl, feeling the keen
excitement of knowing they were getting even kinkier on school property,
that any minute someone with a key could unlock the door right behind
them and nothing stood in the way of the intruder seeing everything. But
Pam somehow felt invulnerable.  The near-miss scare would have frightened
off most people, but not her.  She had to admit, she loved the edge. She
loved being reckless.

Christine was slurping noisily, trying, it seemed, to lick the teen
clean even though the more she licked, the messier it got back there.
"That's enough." Pam ordered, and Christine reluctantly stopped.  "I
know you both want to get your rocks off, but Christine has been bad,
and she must be punished.  Come with me.  Kristy, spread the blanket
back down, and put the chair back on it."

Once the chair was on the blanket, Pam sat in it and ordered the
librarian to pull down her pants.  She did, without any hesitation.
"Very good, Christine.  I like how fast your did that.  Do you still
feel the need for punishment?"

"Yes, I do.  Very much." she meekly replied.

"Now, you have been naughty in three ways." Pam said to her, "First,
you peeped and masturbated.  Then, you licked Kristy's cunt and ass. And
third, you stopped before she came.  Is that not three transgressions?"
The absurdity of this did not escape Christine, but she was far gone in
lust, and agreed that she had.  She knew it was only a kinky exciting
game.  A game she loved.

You must atone for all three at once." Pam said. "Kristy, lie down
on this blanket, right here," she indicated a stop beside the chair
where her victim's face might be, "and spread your legs wide and open
your cunt lips again."  Kristy scrambled into position and did it.

"Now naughty girl," Pam was looking at Christine as she spoke, " lay
down over my lap with your ass up in the air and your lips in the pussy
of the girl you left without her well-deserved cum.  Will you do that?"

The Irish girl was so excited she could not speak.  Her legs seemed
to tremble.  She could only nod yes, and then get into position.  It was
the lewdest, kinkiest, nastiest combination she'd ever dreamed of.  And
it was happening for real.  But she had trouble reaching low enough to
get to the offered wet slit, and Kristy had to solve the problem by
gathering up a good part of the blanket and stuffing it under her ass.
This raised it enough for Christine to be able to properly lick her clit
to orgasm.

"Now," Pam ordered, "You must raise your ass like Kristy did for
every single whack.  It is your way of begging for it, like it was hers.
While you are spanked, you will eat pussy.  The spanking will only stop
once Kristy has cum on your mouth.  Do you understand that?"  Christine
could only nod yes from her position between the teenagers lewdly wide
spread legs.

Whack!  Pam's hand came down on Christine's pretty white ass, making a
red spot the side of her hand.  The sharp, sexually thrilling sting
popped through her body, reminding her to tend to Kristy's clit.  She
puckered her lips, and began to suck, lick and lap at the hard nub of the
sexy teen's exposed and yearning clit.

Whack! the blow came again.  Christine licked harder.  Kristy began to
squirm and moan.  It was incredible to her that she could control, by
her own cum, the length of time the school librarian had to take her
spanking.  It was wickedly thrilling.  She loved it, and showed it by
deliberately wiggling and rubbing her cunt on the struggling woman's
face, spreading her hot girl honey all over it.

"You naughty nasty cunt licker." Pam muttered as she spanked the now
more and more reddened ass before her.  But Christine could hardly hear.
Her world consisted of only two things: the hard wet tangy clit of the
squirming and moaning student in her mouth, and the hot hard pleasurable
and painful stings of the ass whipping she was taking.  She remembered
to raise up her ass for every slap.

"Oh ,fuck, yes, god, don't stop... yes... fuck, lick it, oh yeah."
Kristy moaned and groaned out a string of obscenities.  Pam had taught
her how to talk dirty during sex, and do it good.  Soon the pleasure of
the tongue and lips on her clit peaked.  She rose and hunched and groaned
"yes, yes yes YES YES YES!! Fuuuuuuuuck!" as she came.

"Cum good, slut." Pam almost moaned, as she stopped spanking
Christine.  Her hand hurt a little.  But her cunt was tingling and letting
the honey flow copiuously.  Christine raised her ass up again for more.
But Pam had a surprise for her.

The librarian was expecting another slap, but instead she felt a
fingertip on her asshole, pushing in.  "OH YES!" she almost yelled.
"Bugger me!"  Pam did.  She had wet her finger, and pushed it in the
tight ass without pause.  Once she had it in up to the knuckle, she
worked it around in circles.  Christine thought the sensation would just
about kill her.  She moaned and gasped "Awwwwwwwwww fuck me". But then,
more fingers went pushing into her cunt.  "Aggggggggah!" and she began
to squirm her ass uncontrollably.  When the hand that held the fingers
that were in her began to saw them in and out, the sweet agony sent her
over the peak of a crashing orgasm.

"Cum you horny bitch!" Pam grunted as the girl in her lap hunched and
thrashed and moaned.  The librarian had lost all control.  She was a
bundle of nerves, all raw and exposed.  The fingers were still in her.
"Gaaaaaaaa!" she groaned, and came again, right on top of the last one.
Her body was humping like mad.  Grunts and gasps escaped her lips.
Eventually, she quieted a little.

When she did, still gasping but no longer hunching and moaning, Pam
pushed her off her lap onto the floor unceremoniously.  "Get up and
lick me off, Kristy.  Hurry... hurry!" Pam pulled up her dress to expose
her sopping cunt and a puddle of wetness on the chair where she had been
sitting.

Kristy, always game, rose up and crawled over the librarian sprawled
on her side with her blouse and pants still on, but pulled down to
expose her reddish whipped white ass.  The teen dove right into the
needy pussy of the older woman, and began to lick furiously at the
exposed clit.  Within seconds, Pam arched and bit her lip to keep from
screaming as the cum tore through her like liquid fire.  She hunched and
thrust at Kristy, but by now the eighteen-year-old was used to Pam's
violent motions during orgasm, and held her tongue deep in the hot tangy
hole as her mentor came violently.

Within a minute, the convulsive orgasms of the three women quieted.
The room once again was still.  Pam reached down lanquidly and hugged
Kristy, and then they both fell together on the messed up blanket amid
the strewn clothes and shoes and socks and debris, and wrapped their
loving arms around the still prone Christine, and hugged her and kissed
her.

None cared that they were still in a high-risk zone, even if school
was long since out.  They were learning to love living on the edge.  They
were getting used to being reckless.

 


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End of Chapter 5; look for Chapter 5 "Sex Ed with Kristy" in a salcious
newsgroup, or on a web site, near you


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     My thanks to Christine (you know who you are, sweetie) for inspiring
this chapter, and to Kristen for providing valuable proofreading help and
encouragement.

     At this point, "Reckless" is becoming somewhat reader-driven.  I've
gotten quite a bit of feedback, and some readers have gotten into it so much
that they've sent me suggestions for future chapters.  This and the next few
will be the granting of reader requests.  You too can make a request, and
sometimes it's even possible for me to put *you* in the story! But please
don't request any pedo, rape, or incest variations -- I don't do them. Just
send feedback to me at dhl@sysun.com.  I also encourage you to have a look
at my web site, where all the chapters of 'Reckless', and several other
stories are archived for your enjoyment.

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