Chapter 10
All of Joy's friends were concerned about her almost constant state of depression, so they decided to throw her a big surprise party to try to make her cheerful, vibrant, and energetic again. They figured the best place to hold the party was at the library.
The big day had arrived. It was Saturday. Since the library was closed on Sunday, the soiree could go on for as long as the partygoers wished. Everything was planned. At precisely five o'clock, thirty minutes before the library closed, Bob Johnson, the blue-eyed, muscular messenger clerk, walked over to Joy's desk and said, "Hi, cutie, Mr. Hastings wants to see you in his office."
Oh, fuck, Joy thought, what does Marshall want with me now? I just want to go home and sleep.
She got to her feet slowly and stared at the huge bulge in Bob's pants. Some lawyer he's going to make; he'll probably ball all his female clients!
As Joy walked away from him, Bob stared hungrily at her ass. He knew it wouldn't be much longer until he'd be fucking her on one of the hard library tables.
Joy knocked on Marshall's door. "Come in!" he bellowed. She opened the door and entered her boss's office. He had a big grin on his face and a large bottle of champagne on his desk.
"You wanted to see me," Joy said, wishing that she were home in bed, alone.
"Close the door and sit down next to me. We have some celebrating to do!"
Joy did as she was told. When she was seated next to Marshall she asked, "What are we celebrating?"
"My birthday!"
"But that's not for five months!"
"I believe in starting early! Do you mind?"
Joy giggled. Marshall opened the bottle; the cork flew off and hit the ceiling. They both laughed as Marshall filled two tall glasses with the bubbly liquid.
They clicked their glasses together.
"Happy birthday!" Joy said.
Marshall winked. "Here's mud in your eye!"
The two of them quickly drained their glasses. Marshall refilled them. This went on for almost an hour. By that time, the entire bottle was empty.
"Another dead soldier!" Marshall said, dropping the empty bottle into the trash container. He put his arms around the comely librarian and squeezed her tightly. Joy felt his right hand traveling up her thighs. His left hand was busy palming her juicy jugs.
"It's time to go home!" Joy said, looking at her watch and realizing that it was thirty minutes past closing time.
Marshall grinned. He knew that the others were ready by now. Joy was in for the surprise of her life. "You're right!" he said, "m walk you to your car!"
The two of them got up and walked towards the door. Marshall had to cop one righteous feel before sharing her with the others, so he lifted up her short skirt, pulled down her red panties, and shoved his left middle finger way up her moist cunt. His right index finger wormed its way up her musky-smelling bunghole.
"Mr. Hastings, I do believe you're invading my privacy!" Joy joked.
Marshall wanted to unzip his pants and slip Joy his cock, but he knew he'd have to wait a while. Instead, he kissed her passionately on the mouth and withdrew his fingers from her bottom orifices. As Joy opened the door, Marshall licked his fingers, just as if he'd eaten the best chicken dinner in the world.
Joy knew something wasn't right. The library was too still and dark. Chills ran up and down her spine. She tried to figure out what was wrong. Finally it hit her. All the shades were drawn ... and the lights were all turned off.
"Dark in here!" Marshall whispered into her ear.
The depressed librarian reached for the light switch. She turned it on. Just as she did, a myriad of voices shouted, "SURPRISE!"
Joy was stunned. She saw Larry, Christy, Robin, Bob, Conway, Ralph, Yoko, Marge, and Morris. But the amazing part was that they were all stark naked.
"I-I d-don't believe this!" Joy said, turning to face Marshall. When she did, her mouth fell wide open. Her boss was dropping his pants. He wasn't wearing shorts, so his big fat cock was lewdly bouncing every which-way.
The naked crowd slowly approached Joy. They all had lustful expressions on their faces. The men's pricks were all hard and dribbling pre-coital fluid. The women's nipples were erect, and their pussies glistened, informing everyone who looked that they were wet enough to fuck.
Soon Joy felt hands all over her body. She felt like a lump of sugar being ravaged by a hungry horde of ants. First her blouse was removed, then her shoes, then her nylons, then her skirt, and then her panties.
Joy could feel the excitement in the air. This was the first real orgy she'd been to. It turned her on.
The crowd started chanting, "For she's a jolly good fellow, for she's a jolly good fellow!" Joy laughed, but her happy look changed to a horny one when Larry knelt down and licked her between the thighs. Her sensitive nub of lust grew and grew until it was half an inch long. Larry laved it as if it were the most precious body part in the world.
Joy ran her fingers through Larry's thick brown hair. This spurred the bartender on. His tongue wormed its way deep into Joy's dripping twat.
The others watched Larry eat out Joy. They clapped their hands when he made her twist and squirm. Then a new, pleasant sensation distracted Joy. Christy's tongue was licking out her puckered anus. Joy swayed her hips from side to side. She couldn't believe what was happening. All she knew was that it was too fucking good to be true.
Marshall leaned over and sucked her massive right tit. Morris laved her left one, while Marge sucked her toes. Yoko massaged her legs and thighs.
"Ohhhhh! you're driving me crazy!" Joy moaned. After she said that all hell broke loose. The men carried her over to the special reading room and laid her on the large blue couch. Marshall climbed on top of her and inserted his gigantic gristle-hunk deep into her pussy. He then rolled over so that they were on their sides. In this position, Larry was able to slowly work his prick up Joy's back hole.
"Jesus!" Joy sobbed as Larry's cock pushed its way deep up her asshole. She felt as if she were going to be torn in half, but the pleasure was more intense than the pain. It felt so good to have both her cunt and her asshole plugged at the same time.
She opened her mouth and moved her hips wildly. Suddenly, a throbbing cock was inched into her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw a grinning Bob. He had climbed over the back of the couch so that he could get a blow job from the woman he lusted after. Joy was happy to service him. She had always wanted to taste his semen and now she would get the chance.
The couch was too crowded for the others to join in. Therefore, they amused themselves by fucking and sucking one another. While Morris rammed his bone-hard prick in and out of Marge's soggy slot, he fingerfucked a panting Christy and goosed a giggling Yoko. The three women touched one another all over while the kindly doctor serviced them.
Conway was busy playing with Robin's succulent tits. First, he trailed his wet tongue around her right nipple, then around her left one. Her areolas got darker and darker as more hot red blood was pumped to her heaving chest.
"This is some place you work at!" Conway said.
Robin tickled his nuts and slid one of her fingers up his tight asshole. He grunted and she laughed. "You could always give up the clothing business and work here as a messenger clerk."
Conway laughed. "That would be most enjoyable. Especially if I could fuck you on my breaks!"
Robin guided the older man's throbbing tally whacker into the heart of her vulva. She shivered when she felt his glans pressing against her sopping-wet cunthole.
"Fuck me ... fuck me hard!" she pleaded.
The clothing salesman slammed his body down hard. First, his cockhead pushed its way into the wet darkness of Robin's beautiful twat; then the shaft worked its way in all the way up to his tingling balls.
"Oh, God!" Robin mewed. "It feels so nice to have your cock inside me. Will you fuck my asshole later?"
The man laughed wickedly. "I'll fuck every inch of you!"
Robin was content with his answer. She slapped her belly against her lover's. They fucked faster and faster, until Robin tensed up and moaned, "I'm coming, darling ... I'm coming!"
That was all that Conway wanted to hear. He greatly increased his staccato-style pumping and brought on his own climax. The come gushed out of his prick, splashing against the walls of Robin's spasming twat.
While they squirmed, rubbed, and caressed, Yoko was busy eating out Christy's twat. The two girls hit it off magnificently. Christy loved the way the Asian girl tenderly laved her sensitive pussy. And Yoko was in heaven. The blonde assistant librarian's cunt was the freshest and sweetest that she'd ever tasted.
Morris pulled his prick out of Marge's hot-box and pulled Yoko towards him. The Oriental doll continued to suck Christy's crotch, while the doctor plunged his prick deep into Yoko's snatch. She groaned and intensified her sucking attack on Christy.
Marge was left without a body to fuck, so she began licking everyone in sight. First Morris's asshole, then Yoko's, then Christy's. After her anal lavings were completed, Marge sucked the doctor's nuts, then Yoko's tits, then Christy's. She sucked and licked every part of their bodies. It turned her on, and it did wonders for her three companions, too. The more they were licked, the higher their passions soared.
To repay Marge, Yoko and Christy went to work on her pussy. They played with it until the receptionist was panting like a wild beast in heat. After ten minutes, her body was wracked with one tremendous orgasm after another.
It was a beautiful moment. Just as Marge started to come, Morris shot his sticky wad of hot semen into Yoko's twat. The Oriental girl was ecstatic. She rocked and rolled her hips frantically. Her hands sought out Christy's cunt. Soon she had the blonde sexpot in the throes of orgasm.
The entire room was full of lascivious pants, groans, and moans. There wasn't a spectator in the house. Everyone was taking part in the wild, frenetic orgy. Come dripped out of twats and mouths. The smell of sex was everywhere.
Joy was thrilled to think that all of these wonderful people would go to the trouble of throwing her a surprise party. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was bawling her eyes out, yet she was happy.
Upon her request, Marshall, Bob, and Larry had withdrawn their rigid cocks from her various orifices and had formed a line. She told them all to jack off and then to splatter their hot come onto her face.
It was a lewd spectacle. The three men, their cocks in hand, were jerking themselves off frantically. Joy leaned forward, watching intently, trying to figure out which man would spray his semen against her kisser first.
Bob roared like a savage jungle beast; then his body grew rigid. Joy stared at his balls. They were hard and compact. His penis was twitching uncontrollably ... and then the semen assault. Gush after gush of his spunk spurted out of his cock and splashed against Joy's face. The come felt warm as it hit her forehead and trickled down.
The horny librarian opened her mouth and felt some of the warm slime enter her orifice. It tasted tart and very delicious.
Marshall and Larry were fascinated. They watched as Joy licked up Bob's slimy goo. "Mmmmmm!" Joy moaned. "More....I want more come on my face!"
This made Larry and Marshall work harder. They beat their meat as hard as they could. Larry cupped his own balls, trying to make himself climax faster.
Marshall rocked his hips back and forth. Larry swayed from side to side. Faster and faster they stroked themselves, watching Joy constantly.
Bob's cock was still semi rigid. Since he was young and virile, he figured he was good for another orgasm quite soon; therefore, the stud gently started whacking off again. It was amazing-in less than a couple of minutes, he was hard as a rock again. Joy was amazed.
But before Bob could shoot his wad all over her once more, Larry shouted. "I'm commmiiinnngggg!" His glistening cockhead erupted. Molten semen shot out of the tiny aperture in his glans and spurted against Joy's cute little nose. The librarian grabbed her own clit and rubbed it frantically, trying to make herself come. And she did, just as the white sperm sauce jetted from Marshall's prick and splattered against her cheeks and mouth.
Joy's face was covered with Bob's, Larry's, and Marshall's jizm. The sex-hungry wench was ecstatic. She rubbed the creamy slime all over her puss, filling up her pores with the white spunk.
Bob's hips rocked back and forth at a rapid pace. It was obvious that the muscular young man was almost ready to unload his sticky love cream once more.
Joy figured she'd help him along. She moved her mouth close to his glans. She opened wide and closed her eyes. With her right hand she played with Bob's balls and sensitive anus. The stud groaned and bucked his hips madly.
"Tuck, I'm gonna come in your mouth!" he shouted. Seconds later he did. Considering he had come only minutes before, it was amazing how much sperm juice shot out of his mighty reamer.
Wanting to prove that they were as potent as their younger companion, Larry and Marshall went to work on their pricks again. They stroked them back and forth, trying to get hard as fast as they could.
Marshall was having a little difficulty at first, but soon after he stuck his fingers into Joy's damp hole, his cock began to rise rapidly.
"Two can play at that game!" Larry joked, shoving his right middle finger deep into Joy's fragrant-smelling asshole.
This drove the librarian up the wall. She sawed her hips back and forth, grooving on the fingers that invaded her orifices.
Within five minutes, Marshall and Larry were both splashing more spunk all over Joy's pretty, come-stained face.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, wiping the goo around her face with her hands. "This is the best party I've ever been to."
The four of them looked towards the center of the library when they heard Yoko scream, "Oh, baby, that feels so fucking good."
Christy was wearing a huge, vein-covered dildo, and she was reaming it in and out of Yoko's steaming snatch. The Oriental girl was going crazy; her hands were clawing Christy's back and her feet were kicking wildly.
While the two girls were involved in their hot lesbo action, Robin and Morris was fucking in the doggie position. Robin's huge tits hung down and swayed provocatively. The doctor played with them. He squeezed them hard, causing Robin to cry out in delicious agony.
Marge and Ralph were locked in the sixty-nine position. The muscular stud's tongue was traveling deep into the dark recesses of Marge's dripping cunt, which was turning the girl on to such a degree that she was bobbing and weaving her body uncontrollably.
Ralph's thick cock was knocking against the back of the comely receptionist's deep throat. She didn't gag or choke, though, for she was an experienced cocksucker. Working for Morris had definitely paid. He taught her to suck cock with the best of them.
The library was alive with the sound of fucking and sucking. The orgy participants were having the ball of their lives. Every few minutes someone else was coming. It was a glorious occasion for all involved.
Joy studied the faces of all the men in the room. She had fucked them all. They were all good. Their cocks had all made her orgasm. Their fingers had explored her cunt and her asshole. Their tongues had tasted her tits, her armpits, her feet.
But would any of them make her happy forever? That was the question that was bugging the hell out of her. If only one of these virile dudes was Mr. Right!
Joy and her three male fucking-sucking companions joined the rest of the crowd in the center of the library. Everyone formed a huge circle around Joy, the girl of the hour.
It was a thrilling experience for the lustful librarian. All she could see were tits, cocks, balls, cunts, and asses. "I feel like I'm participating in a porno movie!" she said. Her friends laughed. They were fondling themselves and one another. Joy followed their lead. She shoved one of her fingers up her cunt. It felt so nice to diddle herself in front of all the people she knew.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light. At first, Joy was a bit startled, but then she realized that Yoko was taking Polaroid pictures of the festivities.
The men beat their meat so their cocks would look big in the photographs. As for the chicks, they spread their creamy thighs apart so Yoko could take close-up shots of their snatches.
T want some pictures of the men fucking me!" Joy said, feeling herself starting to orgasm.
While she was coming, Marshall plugged her twat with his mighty prick. This intensified the girl's climax. She tore at her boss's back, causing him to bleed slightly, but he didn't mind because he was having the time of his life.
Yoko took pictures of all the men screwing Joy. And when that was done, she took more shots of the dudes fucking the other broads. Everyone got turned on watching the pictures develop before their eyes. The shots were lewd, yet they were beautiful.
Robin grabbed the camera from Yoko's hands and gave it to Bob. "Hey, big guy!" she said, stroking his cock back and forth rapidly, "take a few shots of me going down on Yoko."
The Asian beauty smiled. Her pearly white teeth glistened as she lay down on the floor and spread her shapely gams. Robin said, "Hot damn!" and immediately positioned her head between her lover's parted thighs.
While Robin slurped Yoko's pussy to her heart's content, Bob snapped picture after picture. Then the others joined in the action. Morris slipped his cock into Yoko's mouth. Marge sucked on her boss's balls. Bob fucked Joy from the rear, while Larry socked it to her sweet pussy.
Little puddles of creamy come were everywhere. No one seemed to mind, though. In fact, the chicks dug it when they could run their toes through the slime.
When everyone was sexually drained, Robin stood up on a chair and said, "Hey, folks, why don't we retreat to the kitchen and have a feast?"
Before she could get down from the chair, everyone was heading for the eating room. Joy was amazed. Christy and Robin took all sorts of delicacies out of the refrigerator. Cold cuts, lasagna, roast beef, salad, coleslaw, pickles, rye bread, white wine-those were just some of the things the orgiastic crowd munched on.
Joy looked around while everyone was eating. It has such a beautiful sight. Everyone was naked. No one was ashamed of his or her body. Vanity didn't rear its ugly head once.
When everyone was through with their second and third helpings, Robin said, "Now it's time for our very special dessert!"
Joy was wondering what Robin meant. Suddenly, Christy started pouring chocolate syrup all over Joy's body. "What're you doing?" Joy cried out.
"You're dessert!" Robin said gleefully. "We're going to lick you clean."
The big-titted librarian got the picture. She lay down on the table and let Christy finish decorating her. After she was completely covered with syrup, Robin and Yoko sprayed whipped cream on her tits, belly, vulva, thighs, and feet. Joy felt like a huge pudding.
"Lick up, everyone!" Robin said.
Joy watched as all her friends approached her naked body with their tongues hanging out. It thrilled her when they began lapping up the chocolate syrup and whipped cream from her body.
"I wish I could always feel this good!" she mumbled as she closed her eyes and enjoyed one of the most delicious experiences of her life.