Chapter 4
Randolph Trandel barely suppressed the sigh of relief when Susanna walked into the library Friday afternoon. For more than an hour he had sweated the possibility that she might have given up her job as weekend librarian of the prep school library.
"You're over an hour late!" snipped elderly Henrietta Tate, head librarian at Pantamonet.
Susanna stepped into the waist-high cubicle where books were checked out and returned, smiling at the old maid.
"I'm awfully sorry. I had a doctor's appointment," she apologized, and if Miss Tate heard the excuse, there was no sign she bought it.
"Fortunately or unfortunately for all of us, the students are busy already with weekend play." Miss Tate swiped an imperious arm at empty tables and chairs. "Not one soul here, except for Doctor Trandel." She looked benignly toward the reference reading alcove where Randy stared in pretend preoccupation at the book he had brought from the stacks. No way not to hear her fatuous elevation of him to rank of doctor, but he ignored it
Minutes later Miss Tate was click-clicking across the floor tiles, hurrying for the front door, leaving Trandel and Susanna alone. With any luck they could be alone for the next four hours. Randy returned her girlish lit-de wave and looked down again at his reading. He smiled contentedly and unseeingly at the pages of the book he was pretending to read, The Woman Warrior Of Parthenia. Without Susanna as a far more interesting object of "lust study, the sizzling material Trandel was reading for his PhD thesis was not a bad substitute.
He had elected for his doctoral writing to research that period of human history when for a time the young people had found a way to beat swords into plowshares while still pretending to fight. It was a kooky, wonderful brief period of history that almost saw a fantastic era of making love take the place of making war. It had been Trandel's intention this weekend to answer Susanna's persistent questioning of what his research was all about and why he spent every weekend in the library as almost its only client
He knew she had suspicions that he was hung up on her. Each weekend he sat in the same overstuffed chair in the reading alcove that gave him prime viewing of her every movement. He knew she would flip if she discovered that her father's favorite assistant professor in his History Department was the kind of kink he was. Randy masturbated himself at least a dozen times over the three days she worked the desk.
Usually he did it behind a book or magazine concealment. Then he'd expose himself at times in full view. If she should happen to turn suddenly or look as he took the devilish risks, she'd see. That made the frigging a special kick.
Randolph Trandel was married. Dilty Trandel was a bore and a liberationist, as well. Within weeks of his arrival at Pantamonet Prep where he was to teach Ancient History while he finished his thesis, in exchange for a small salary, Randy had met the woman who fired all his wildest lusts and spun him into an orbit of impossible dreams of female conquest. Selena Wilde, wife of the head of the History Department.
Not Susanna, but Selena Wilde, was the goddess of his most urgent sexual yearnings-and she, wife of his boss and the Chairman of History, Everett Wilde, was of all women most inaccessible.
With despair he moped around the library almost constantly while Dilly held her Lib meetings every night and every weekend in their apartment. Nothing else to do. For weeks Randy had ground away at the thesis with no one in the library but crotchety old maid Tate-until the weekend that Susanna Wilde appeared as new part-time librarian.
From the minute he saw her Randy was a changed man. He brought his place of study out from the dark back stockrooms to the alcove. He refused to believe that Susanna was Selena's daughter when they were introduced, but when he accepted it, it made Susanna all the more desirable. She was almost as inaccessible as her mother, with the same risks of boss's family, but a totally maddening female, nevertheless.
Susanna was something to watch! Staring now from under lids he had trained to appear half-closed in reading preoccupation, Randy could feel himself building quickly to an absolute must masturbation. She was returning books taken from Reference. Time and time again she walked a book to its place on a shelf near him and he watched her covertly. All unknown to her, his fly was unzipped, and beneath the book or magazine he was holding in his lap lurked a violently swollen, totally bared cock!
Susanna's body seemed constantly in motion. Not just when she was moving to book shelves or desks or the card file, but even when she was seated quietly behind her desk, her body seemed to seethe. She had the torrid voluptuous display of muscle and curve that telegraphed through her deliciously too tight clothing that she was a girl made for loving.
Today, as every other Friday, Saturday and Sunday, he sat secure in the soft-cushioned luxury of the upholstered chair and mentally stripped her. The stand lamp at his elbow placed just so, to angle the shadow of the light to fall just below his eyes, let him look even more boldly, yet appear to be reading.
She wore a silk chiffon blouse, a kind of no-see-through see-through. When she stretched to reach an upper shelf with a book, they blouse's snug fit outlined the back line of her bra tight against her shoulders. Dark hair lay low across her shoulders, beautiful against the white silk. It drove Randy wild when she came close with one return book and stood tiptoe stretching for the high shelf.
Her reaching forced the ripe wonderful breasts to thrust in eager display and caused the mini to cup tightly to sleek, saucy buttocks. Too much lure not to risk it just for the sheer need to do it to himself!
Boldly lowering the book and pushing it forward on his thigh, he gripped an uncontrollable erection and brazenly flagged it in her direction. His most daring caper yet! Just the slightest tilt of that beautiful head would change her line of vision to let her glimpse his behavior. If she saw, she'd go bananas! Let her!
He'd decided he'd go in glory, if she ever did catch him. It was that decision that made masturbation over her all the more inflaming. Should she ever trap him flat out-see his prick on full display-that was the day he'd probably be finished at Pantamonet. But she'd know she'd seen a man! And if she gave him the eye, any encouragement, the word, she'd feel a man!
Randy had dreamed a million positions for D-Day as he called Discovery Day. He'd have her stripped and naked, those sunburst beautiful breasts flying high above him as she rode him; those wild hips spread wide below him as he rode her. He'd have her sprawled at his side-spread eagled ... bifurcated ... impaled ... and fucked in every fashion!
First pumping madly, spurting semen leaped from his masturbated penis and ejaculated high in the air in salute to her beauty. All unaware, Susanna turned from the shelf and strolled back to the desk for another arm load of books for returning. Frustration needled inside her that Randy, obviously busy with his reading, hadn't even noticed she was nearby. Darned grad students are all the same, thought Susanna. He probably hadn't even noticed she was a female.
Minutes later, after a trip to the stack room and an answered phone, she was moving directly into the alcove again to replace a half dozen reference books on shelves near the fireplace. Less than ten feet from the man. Surely this time, she thought he'd at least smell her new perfume and notice she was around the place.
Randy fingered his resurgent cock under the thick volume he was researching, tided Giddons, The Woman Warrior. He felt strange, inexplicable vibrations, unwilling to quiet after his utterly mad behavior minutes before. The vibes said had she seen, she would have loved-and the warning voice deep inside had little effect. Something urged him to dare more. Do something wilder yet! i
Tip ... tap ... tip ... She was approaching the alcove and he fought the impulse to look up with a conventional greeting. He was in too unconventional a mood and the cock beneath the book was unreasonably demanding. He'd trained for this kind of moment with a special frig, using a wrist movement for the simulation, lest she see his forearm move as he pumped himself.
Tip ... tap ... tap ... Susanna passed his chair within three feet, took another two steps to the paneled wall shelving and stood there, back to him, humming softly, looking for the proper slots for the returns.
Under the trembling volume in his lap Randy frigged breathlessly, wanting to throw a glance over his shoulder, yet not daring to look. He came in fast staccato orgasm and blessed his forethought that he had pulled his handkerchief from his pocket between the first and second caper.
Barely had he finished when she turned from replacing the last book and started back for the check-out desk. "Hi, Sue," he murmured as she passed the arm of his chair. Nonchalance unlimited! Randy prided himself as a master of quickly regained composure. "Sorry Miss Tate laid it on you like that."
Susanna crinkled a disdainful nose. "She doesn't like me very much because Daddy used his rank to get me the job, or maybe it's because of Selena."
Randy's heart raced at the mention of his secret passion. "You mean because your mother used to be librarian till she married your father?"
"Something like that. She kept this place filled seven days.."
"I'm interested that you call your mother by her first name," observed Randy. "Is that a family secret?"
"Same's you calling me Sue. Nobody else does, but you like it, so I like it." She sidled to the edge of the chair to look at the book he was reading and his heart trip-hammered to realize that all he had to do was lift The Woman Warrior and from under the dusty tome would leap the biggest, naked-est hard-on this sexy witch would ever see.
"Ohmigoodness, will you look at that!" Susanna was pointing directly at his lap. Randy went beet red with horror that part of his prick might inadvertently have slipped into view.
"Whuh ... what's matter?"
"That picture!" she exclaimed. "That's positively indecent!"
Slipping his hand from under the book, he stared at the line engraving of the battle history of the Parthenon women: an ancient carving that adorned a Persian temple celebrating a victory over Sparta in the waning days of Parthenon's greatness. The part of the mural chosen was a realistic portrayal of execution in the way of the ancients. Parthenon's warriors in the 19th Century B.C. were women, and the picture showed them dispatching a male enemy from Sparta, even as he copulated with one of the Parthenon maidens.
"How cruel!" moaned Susanna, unaware that underneath those old pages she stared at, was a prime living example of a brand new erection. "What a gross thing to do!"
Randy stared up at her entranced gawking at the picture. Happy accident that he was on that page, of all the dull pages in the book. She was utterly unembarrassed by the explicit sexual content of the picture. An unknown that had made Randy shy from discussing the nature of his doctoral thesis till now. Obviously she was into sex.
The impulse grabbed him suddenly. It would be totally daring to play with himself under that oversized book right while he briefed her on his project. She'd be so enchanted with the subject of Parthenia and the love and death theme, Randy was ready to bet he could finish himself with her looking right at his lap at the pictures.
"When you get a couple of minutes, maybe I'll brief you on my field of study," he chuckled in pretended nonchalance. "You've asked often enough."
"Tell me about it right now. Like maybe about that," she begged, pointing at the picture of the "Rite of Execution" of ancient Parthenia.
"Got to be frank talk," he warned, cocking an eyebrow at her. "No sensitivities allowed."
Susanna smiled an impatient smile, wondering what this handsome male would say if he knew what had happened in her sensitized sex life in the past twenty-four hours. "I promise," she said soberly. "No sensitivities. But isn't that pretty young man of Sparta losing his sexual parts?"
Under the heavy volume Randy's cock surged wildly as she leaned close to stare at the execution scene. Her face was a scant two feet from the page and directly below it was his horny, bristling cock, out of sight but gripped fiercely now in his left fist. Barely able to breathe, Randy wrist-flexed a tentative masturbation stroke and heard his chest pound when he saw the visible movement of his left sleeve. N
"So what's happening?" demanded Susanna. "They show all and leave lots to the imagination, too."
"Well, this is a scene from the period just preceding the time I'm doing my thesis about." Randy glanced up at the girl easing slowly down to the hassock directly before his chair. Her flesh-tight blouse outlined the precise dimensions of her lusciously overdeveloped breasts. He knew she wore a bra; the lines were lightly visible through the chiffon.
But when she straightened on the hassock, shoulders back, he could swear that the turgid points standing out against the silk were Susanna's nipples, bared through the bra. A cut-out bra, of course! He gave a quick glance down that hourglass figure to the narrow waist and the wide, wonderful hips. She knew exactly how to sit in a mini to show all of her thigh nearly to the hip without losing her modesty.
"See, the Parthenians had a special handling for anyone who was party to trying to destroy Parthenia. Every captured enemy soldier was executed, but in a very special way. The people worshipped Astarte, goddess of love and war, and she taught them to send the enemy from life at the height of sexual orgasm. That's what this picture is depicting."
Randy's heart was pounding furiously at his daring. As he described the rite of execution, he met Susanna's unblinking gaze with a steady returned stare and held her eyes. Even though she was parked so close to him on the hassock that their knees nearly touched, he still found the daring to finger his frantic ram-rodding hard-on underneath the broad cover of the book. Wild, erotic lightning bolts were already sizzling their warning that he could climax at will-within a second or two at the most, once he let go.
A puzzled Susanna studied the face of the man before her with as much curiosity as the book he held. Randolph Trandel, a Princeton grad, was wealthy, self-assured and sophisticated. He also was brilliant and even touted by her dad as his likely successor. To Susanna that would be disaster for this gorgeous hunk of man whose Adonis-like figure she'd seen at the school pool on Faculty Day. Privately she suspected Randy had a horrible home life, for she had met his plain-Jane, Duly. Not so privately she had tried unsuccessfully for almost two months to pass Randy the signs that she liked him, around the library on weekends, and would like him around other places, if he'd try.
Underneath his shy teacher veneer, Susanna suspected he was very interesting sexually. Now, for the first time in their acquaintance, she saw strange desire-possessed looks creep into his face, even as she watched him. Some very powerful emotion had hold of this assistant to her father at this instant!
She leaned to look at the picture and tugged the edge of the thick volume to turn it toward her for a close study. A sharp intake of his breath and the whitening of his knuckles gripping the book stopped her and star-tied her with the panic look that darted momentarily in his eyes.
"I'll do it!" he chuckled, recovering with phenomenal cool and carefully turning the thick volume so she could see and read without twisting. "Old Giddons really wrote a heavy book on warrior women."
"Such tiny print, too." She squinted at the lines on the page facing the line engraving. "Gracious, it's written like a modern documentary."
"Giddons was our first ancient historian who really wanted to catch the action and not just list dates and names, like Cornelius Ryan. He gives you the feeling you are there. Like Ed Murrow used to." Randy chuckled. "But that was before your time. But read some ... I'll shut up."
He had to shut up. The sight before him of this incomparably beautiful girl staring at the scanty concealment over his raging prick had started orgasm warning signs. Spontaneous combustion of his tightly pressed thighs and the pressure of erotic thoughts charging through his mind had him about to come.
Susanna scanned a few lines and then glanced casually into his face. "That really is candid writing! I'm an out-loud reader, do you mind?"
"Be my guest. Haven't read that page yet myself."
She placed a library card under the line to help focus on the fine print, and the light pressure sent shocks through the worn and abrasive book cover pressing on Randy's prick. Her thoughts were tumbling ecstatically. He hadn't wanted her to lift this book from his lap. The light dawned! Not even to turn it. For one simple reason. Something was going on with him and his eyes had been saying so as they dilated. He wouldn't dare! On, please, let him!
"Listen to this." She stared at the words, hoping against hope she might be party to his losing control. "Almost reads like a novel..."
It had been decided years earlier that while the enemy's partner in the final drama should be an enemy female, it need not delay the regular execution of "joy death," as Parthenia called it. The wars with the Greeks had been costly in young men and there was a surfeit of girls in the state; many used as combatants arid all starved of a sexual life of any account. It was decreed by the old men of the Senate that a Parthenian maiden could be used when they chose the more dramatic gallows joy death for execution.
Flanked by guards, the enemy soldier and his sexual consort stood on public display at the edge of a platform, high one of the great marble colonnades fronting the porch of the Temple of Astarte. Except for full length capes of crimson draped across their shoulders as backdrop to accent their nakedness, they were bared to the eyes of the crowd below. There was a festival atmosphere.
Without needing urging, the condemned ones stood together, arms clasped around the other's waist, oblivious to the throne or their own danger. The aphrodisiac mixed with their wine an hour earlier had taken possession of every erogenous' point and they were in helpless sexual need.
At the order of the Captain of the Guard, the swinging rope was lashed around their bared waists and the guards stepped back. Instant coital union of the fully erected Spartan and his Parthenian mistress of the hour. As if incapable of doing other than showing off his immense size, the soldier urged his proud phallus in and out of her vagina in tantalizing exhibition of the well-known Spartan male over-development. His happy accomplice forgetting she was an enemy maiden, was in instant orgasm to the friction of penetration. "Wow!" Susanna interrupted her reading and looked across the book at the visible tightening of Randy's jawline. His eyes were the way she'd seen them before. Smoke-gray and glazed. He had a look on his face Susanna only had seen when a man was at the very edge of climaxing.
And what was exactly what was happening to one Randolph Trandel for the first time in his life. Without touching his needy Susanna-driven prick, solely from the friction of his thighs and the light pressure brought against his hard-on as she pressed the card under the line she was reading, Randy felt himself going.."
"Go ahead . . . read!" His tone, taut with emotion, told her everything and as she continued, the heady excitement that he might fling the book aside and do it right before her eyes, was almost too much. Falteringly, she continued:
A scream burst from the Parthenian girl as she took the full thrust of the Spartan's phallus and she wrapped her arms tightly around him as her body began to convulse in frantic climax spasms.
A guard seized a handful of her long dark hair and dragged her upper body away from the captive soldier's front and forced her down to expose to the crowd both young bodies thrusting at each other in the coital act. Simultaneously, another guard shoved the condemned ones over the edge of the platform, attached only by the hemp around their waists, flung far out over the entranced crowd, unseeing anything, and feeling anything but the supreme act of love as they shrieked in frenzied copulation thrill. "Ohhhh . .. love . . . !" Randy's incoherent orgasm exclamation was almost muffled, but not quite. An absolutely enchanted Susanna fought the desire to snatch the book aside and see the fantastic thing happen. Only inches away from her own fingers!
Abruptly Randy's body relaxed. "Why'd you stop?" he asked, almost noncommittally.
Susanna gulped at his cool. "Pretty wild scene," she murmured. "Really does something to me." The total cad, she thought. The absolute stinker! Her heart raced madly at what she knew must have happened to Randy. And here she had been feeling sorry for this shy, quiet, handsome Randolph Trandel-almost-PhD!
In a blinding flash inside her pretty little head busily looking for weekend action, she had discovered this curious weird character and learned something about him. He was a male ripe and ready for being stalked, and he was no longer a poor guy to be pitied.
"Giddons was able to report History and make it really live," observed Randy in lecture-room professionalism. He was under complete control now.
"You mean to tell me," she asked, frowning in pretended seriousness as she stared at the picture, "that they'd get the Spartan prisoner all stirred up over some pretty Parthenian woman and then do something like this? I don't understand, I guess. You tell me. I mean, like it is-four letter words are fine with me."
Randy was beside himself at her invitation to describe the action. Fingering himself anew as he pointed to the male hovering over the female, he cleared his throat.
"The idea was to end an enemy's life when he was ejaculating the sperm of new life into the air. See, that was the supreme punishment for the Spartan. That sperm could have made another warrior to come fight. Parthenia, so they not only wiped out one warrior, but a potential future one."
"They did this, too?" Susanna carefully placed her fingertip against the illustration of severed cock and balls, shivering as she did. She pressed down. More than the picture caused the repeated shiver as she felt vibrations under the book. The nerve! He was playing with himself again, right before her eyes! Thinking he could get away with it. She saw the way she would get him. "What other ways was it done?" she asked earnestly.
Overconfident, Randy's head was swimming, and words began to pour in answer without his planning them. "Yeah, well ... they did it many ways. See, the girls of Parthenia loved the phallus. Sometimes the guy would get it while one of them sucked him; other times this way when they were copulating like you read, and conventional coitus, too. That was dangerous because it needed coitus interrupt ... oh, you know ... I ... uhhh..."
His eyes dilated as they met hers and she knew by the-signs he had to be daring against what only a man sexually possessed would try and believe he could get away with.
He didn't see Susanna's hand slip into her shoulder bag and pull the metal emery file from its depths. He only heard her words. "I'd be just as nutty as those Parthenians, if I were living back then, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah ... well, whaddaya mean?" He grabbed at the chance to make her talk. "You mean, you'd want to be party to doing that to a man?"
Susanna straightened and stretched sensuously. Breasts thrusting. Nipples brazen through the cut-out bra drove Randy over the brink of last reason. So hypnotized by the display of boob wealth, scarcely concealed by the white silk blouse, he never noticed the emery file.
"I'd want to do it a special way, if it were me. Will you keep a secret?" she demanded mysteriously, leaning close to his face in her intensity. His wrist moved in urgent want under the book. What a time to complete! His irrational frenzy whipped his courage and he stroked his overjoyed cock, listening to her tense voice say, "I'd want my prisoner to be jerking himself off when I executed him. I'd want to be on my knees in front of that man, like this!"
She slipped from the hassock directly before him, her elbows resting on his knees, brandishing the file before his delirious eyes. "I'd cut his big cock and his beautiful balls right off his front when he came!"
"You would?" croaked a delighted Randolph Trandel, hearing one of his fiercest dreams actually spoken by this fabulously stacked female. "You'd really do that to a man while he was . .. while he ..."
"Was coming all over the place!" she interrupted, voice shriller now. "While he was squirting his big prick right in my eyes and over my mouth and down my front, just like you're going to do right now, Randy Trandel!"
Voice taut with sex-need as she said his name, Susanna yanked violently at the book in his lap, spilling it to the floor and exposing exactly what she expected. There, in the passion grip of frantic erotic need, his barrel prick with grotesque dark cap pointing directly at her, was aimed and ready to fire by an unable-to-stop Randy.
"Ooohhh, you beautiful!" Susanna flung herself across his knees and stared at the desire-driven fist clamped on the monumental prick. "You gorgeous, lovely cock. Spray! SPRAY!"
It shot from his depths, leaped from the dilated eyelet at the phallic tip and cannonaded in a splatter shot barrage of uncontrolled semen, splashing warmly across her forehead, into her eyes and over her lips ... darting in a dozen looping trajectories to strike her blouse and ooze through to her breasts. And as abruptly as it began, it stopped.
A horror struck, unbelieving Randy stared at. the disaster his hand had wrought. There before him, on her knees, her lovely hair and face and even her clothing dotted with his maniacal action, knelt the daughter of his boss.
His face mottled in red and white shades of shame, he struggled to push from the chair that held him trapped. She had known! She was sure to destroy him.
"Please!" Her fingers, looking so totally feminine pressed against his shirt-sleeve, tried to keep him from rising. "Don't get up. Don't go. You are beautiful. You can send me away, if you have to, but don't... please don't feel embarrassed."
"Oh, God, how could I.. . ?" His voice faded.
"You could because you had to. Two times even!" She reached along the inseam of his slacks to within an inch of the now limp length of penis. "May I?"
Still flushed with defeat, Randy shrugged. "Hell, you should cut it off for the way I was. Lots more than two times. You said you ..."
"Shhh!" Her hand cupped under the flaccid penis and hefted the organ lightly. He knew he'd never forget the next thing she did. Lips puckered in a kissing oval she placed her mouth directly against the shrunken cock crown and siphoned it through the moist crimson gates.
He was totally unable to comprehend that this precious girl would be so sweet and understanding and so totally involved and infatuated with the oral sensations she was giving.
His glistening and still collapsed glans penis spewed into view from the tender trap of her mouth. "It is such a delicious taste," she whispered. "Will you kill me if I do something I have to?"
"Enough talk about killing," he groaned. "Do anything you want to ..."
"I want to love it all sweet and soft inside my mouth." She stared at the curl of the penis, remembering the last time. Was it only yesterday? "I want to keep your pretty cock in my mouth forever. Don't you dare let it get hard so it has to come out. Now, y'hear?"
"Promise." Sheer, unhinged want raged through Randy. He stared at the beauty of the eyes looking deeply into his as she mouthed his now puffy prick. Incongruously, he thought how very much this lovely angel looked like her mother, Selena.
Like Selena's hair style, there was a cute love curl that turned in a little crescent at each ear. There was dancing mischief fun around the corners of her eyes. She munched happily on his spent organ for several seconds, doodling the baby soft penis flesh around in the cavity of her mouth, then let it drift back into view, catching it in the palm of her hand as it slipped from her lips.
"He's all tired out. Truth time, Randolph. Was twice all you made him come since I came to work today?"
Randy couldn't lie. In fact, he wanted her to know the truth now. "I've done it four times." He shook his head like a man trapped, but bold. "When you were there," he nodded to shelves just beyond the alcove, "I got it off first. When you were behind me by the fireplace, the second time." He sighed. "You know about the other two."
There was a strange respect in her voice as she caught both his hands in hers and leaned across his lap to press a quick kiss to his lips. "I'm honored. You mean you had to take a chance like that about me?"
He nodded and watched her eyes drop to consider the unmoving phallic flesh lying limp across the edge of his fly.
"Is this the very first time ever?"
He shook his head and abruptly decided. 'Truth time, I guess, is the word." Confession spilled quickly from his lips. He admitted there was something totally inflaming to him about Selena and obviously something insane to nurse such a lust for his boss's wife. He went on with the jolt he'd had the first time he saw Susanna walk by his office window down there in Faculty Grove. Peals of delighted laughter stopped him.
"You know what the kids all call that, don't you? Faculty Grave!"
"Yeah ... well, that's the way it's been." His expression told her she had timed the humor badly. "And there's a lot of students and faculty around who would be glad to bounce my butt for what I've done in two months since I first saw you." He brightened and shook his head in disbelief at himself. "Would you believe, I even began to keep a record? Over the Friday, Saturday, Sundays around this library during the last nine weeks, I've dropped my cool over you more'n a hundred and ten times!"
Her eyes were wide. "You mean, you got it off ... like .. like ..."
"Like you saw me do just now!" He shifted uncomfortably in the overstuffed chair, thinking he'd said too much. "Lord, I'm some kind of nut, maybe. Look at that!"
She glanced down at the spreading, lengthening cock flesh, then back in his face. "But you mean you have this heat for Selena and I'm like her to you." ' "Hell, no!" He straightened and jammed the thickening flesh back through the fly. "You're in a class by yourself, not your mother or anyone has it!"
"But she still drives you woolly," observed Susanna, slapping his fingers away from the zipper and fingering the still expanding penis through the fly gapping again. "The second you started to talk about Selena, he started his comeback. But now he's mine!"
The lips were back and they were moist and sensuous as they took possession. Transfixed and delighted, Randy watched the contraction and expansion of her pretty cheeks as she siphoned to drive him to total hard. The bent barrel stiffened, then her fingers helping it, aimed straight into Susanna's oral port, and she was instantly in command.
Writhing against his legs as she knelt before him, he felt her gorgeous boobs grind against his knees, saw her almost raven-black hair bounce to her sucking fever, then felt his charge coming.
"Guh ... godddhhh, Sue ... sue, I'm goinnngg!"
The pulsing cock shaft had already passed that warning. An overjoyed Susanna, feeling a mixture of second fiddle to Selena, and jungle-wild first of all librarians, took the hot ejaculation.
"Wow! How beautiful!" She dabbed at the remnants of the climax with an insatiable tongue and leaned forward again to engulf the slowly softening phallus. Feeling a man quiet from bone-hard to baby-soft was as much a thrill to her as seducing him.
"The door!" hissed Randy suddenly, grabbing for her elbow as the sound came from the outer corridor. "Someone's coming!"
Totally unperturbed and absolutely cool, Susanna rose slowly from her kneeling position, straightening her blouse and casually brushing the tumble of dark hair that had spilled across her forehead.
"I think you're absolutely right, Mr. Trandel," she was saying as the glass door swung open in the room beyond the alcove. "But you've got to admit it's very poor pay."
Randy was enchanted by her calm recovery and the contagion of her mood caught him, even when he heard the familiar voice call, "Susanna? You've got a customer."
"Shhh!" Her hissed order to quiet had all the authority of old maid Tate. "Daddy, you know where you are! This is a library."
She strolled nonchalantly from the alcove and an impressed Randy Trandel watched her departure as he hurriedly adjusted his tie.
"May be a library, but it sure stays deserted on weekends, doesn't it?" Randy heard his boss chuckle depreciatingly. "Where's that bibliophile assistant of mine?"
"Back here." Randy saw Susanna beckon to her father and wondered even more at her cool. "If you keep your voice down, you can come join the conversation."
"No, sorry. As a matter of fact, I've got some stack room research and I could use your help." Everett Wilde stood under the paneled arch to the alcove and studied his assistant speculatively. Rapid heart was the word as Randy saw his glance go to the book again in his lap. "Tell me, Randy, can you man the check-out desk and maybe do your reading out there? I could use my daughter's help for a few minutes back there." He nodded in the direction of the swinging door to the stacks.
"Of course, sir." Randy kept his face sober as he looked at Susanna. No way he was going to blow what had just begun to open up between them. "I doubt that there'll be much action, but I know how to date and card the check-outs."
"Good!" Everett Wilde caught his daughter's arm and turned her toward the back of the library. "We shouldn't be more than a few minutes, if this young lady knows her way around."
Randy watched the pair walk from him as he strolled to the center of the library's main floor. There was no way he could explain how all this had exploded so beautifully, but he wasn't about to spoil it with the wrong word. What a tail! He gawked at the subtle roll of Susanna's hips, the taut bounce of her mini as she walked at her father's side, and before they were even out of sight, he was speculating on how he would carry off the voyeur expedition.
There'll be no one but no one coming into the library. Supper hour was almost a hand, anyway. He could lock the door then slip into the almost blacked-out labyrinth beyond those doors and go stare at his darling discovery. Perspiring slightly at the thought of the latest adventure, he walked slowly to the library main door, pushed it open, and for a moment stared out at the Pantamonet campus. He pressed the lock button of the door and was turning to reenter when the call stopped him.
"Mr. Trandel, could I speak with you a minute?"
He turned and stared at the woman rounding the thick hedge at the foot of the hbrary steps. "Why, Mrs. Wilde, what a surprise! How nice to see you."
He grabbed for self-control and found it, but the sound of his chest pounding, he was certain, must have been heard by this lovely platinum witch with the fantastic figure coming toward him. She must have been with Dr. Wilde and was waiting while her husband did his dry-as-dust work in the stack room.
Selena Wilde would be no female for hanging around. Every line of her said she was a woman of action, and that she had once been the librarian of this school made no difference.
"I was just waiting for Everett in the car," she said softly, her eyes studying Randy's quietly. "He's back in the stacks, I think, and I didn't want to bother Susanna. In fact, I'm trying to avoid my old stamping grounds so she'll know I'm not being motherish."
"You couldn't be motherish!" exclaimed Randy, the protest booming unexpectedly loudly. "Be glad to take a message." v
"Just tell Everett Pm stopping over to see Martha Canfield in the Registrar's Office and he can pick me up there."
"Be glad to." Randy started to turn slowly up the steps to the library, feeling the same fierce charging in his loins he always felt around Selena. He wanted to invent conversation to keep her, but the words wouldn't come.
"Oh, wait!" she exclaimed. "I believe something must have stained your trousers!" With breathtaking suddenness, she bent and reached to touch the dark wet line that ran several inches below the knee on the gray knit material. "Oh, dear! Something must have splashed you. You'd better dampen it with a little water." She straightened abruptly, her lips puckering in a pout of self-disapproval. "Now isn't that meddling of me, Mr. Trandel? And you said I couldn't be motherish!"
Hot flashes of mixed desire and terror charged Randy's frame. She had looked .directly at the place where some of his semen had drooled from Susanna's lips after she had finished fellating him. A wild urge filled him to grab this fabulous female with the only body that could madden him more than Susanna's, hug her in a bear hug, confess, "Selena, Baby, that splash got there from your daughter's sucking me off!"
Instead he grinned and waved as he turned away. "Okay, mother! I'll take care of it."
For ten undecided minutes he debated not giving Everett Wilde the message from Selena at all. If he delivered the message it might hurry the man along and his little voyeur caper could go genunk. Why not let it go anyway, he wondered. Get Everett the hell out of the library and get back to Susanna and more of everything. But something had stung deep in his libido. He had been with Selena. All the fire he had quashed since he last saw her two weeks before, was flaming again. Inaccessible or no, for Randy there was a seething, torrid something about that woman that made even thoughts about her more exciting than play with Susanna. Ridiculous, he thought, moving toward the stack room door to carry the message, trying to rid his imagination of how it would be to ride between Selena's legs, drive his prick into every nook and cranny of that female's fantastic chassis.
He opted to move quietly along the stack room aisles, feeling his way down the familiar rows of shelves, taking care not to rattle the metal light chains that dangled at every twenty feet, low in the center of the corridor. Somewhere far away there were distant sounds. It puzzled Randy as he identified the stack section to which Everett and Susanna must have gone. Why Rare Books?
Just beyond the Rare Books section there was a little resting corner, put there in the days when Selena was librarian as a hideaway spot for tired grad students of faculty who needed a nap before returning to their study cubicles. It was only a cubicle itself, consisting of nothing more than day cot, wash basin and mirror and a very tiny "w.c. closet," as the toilet room door was very properly lettered. More than once after he had met Selena, Randy had speculated that it would make a perfect trysting place. He'd wondered if by any long shot, if Selena, in fact, ever had had a man there.
"Ooohhh ... yesss!"
Randy froze in mid-step and listened to the incredible passion in the voice. It could belong only to one person. Susanna! "Ohhh, it's so soooo . . . eehhh!" Frenzied and fierce and almost inaudible, the ecstasy reached through the intervening rows of shelves and stung an incredulous Randy Trandel with total disbelief.
That was the cry of sex in high gear. There was a woman in orgasm! It had to be one and only one. Unless there were students of the school who had secreted themselves into the stacks for playing. Once, a month ago, suspicions had been reported in a faculty meeting about Henri Peridot's art building security. But not here ... and oh, for God's sake, not Susanna ... not with ... not with ...
The cry of electrified horror and disbelief stormed from his lips as he peered around the last row of shelves and saw the shadowed, almost invisible, pair. Somehow he stifled the wild roar racing in his throat There, stripped of their clothing as he could tell even in the near blackout by the glisten of their bodies, Everett Wilde was in the act of intercourse with his own daughter!
Gripping the metal shelving and holding desperately for support, Randy let the earth-shattering certainty of what was happening fully grab him. The truth was savagely, totally confirmed when Everett's groan of orgasm seized and ripped the silence of the stack room. He could see the man mounted on Susanna, humping furiously at the writhing figure beneath. His eyes in that split second accustomed to the light and he gaped at the pair, Susanna's lovely legs lifted as he stared, to lock in a fierce, scissors grip around Everett's waist She wanted to hold her father's cock in her cunt trap!
He could see her jutting breasts, the curve of her ass, the sizzling lines of her straining body, begging for cock and more cock.
Jealousy charged and commandeered, outraging Randy that Susanna would be with her father when she could this minute be with him. With only a little of the imagination she had shown to bring him to such a crisis back there in the alcove, she could have gotten rid of Everett and they could be swinging. But she chose this route! Why?
So dangerous! So damned destructive, if they were caught. And what a chance to be caught! Wilde had left his wife in the parking lot, left his assistant just behind the stack room doors and had gone after his lust. And Susanna had wanted it!
Where did it all leave fantastic Selena?
For God's sake! The explosion of stars and comets lit the darkness of the stack room corridor inside Randy's head as awareness came full circle. All the time he had had the wildest need he'd ever known in his life for a woman-Selena Wilde. Here, within his hot sweating palm was the route by which he was going to get to that fabulous female.
Turning very quietly from the panic that seized and whipped him only minutes before, Randy stepped around the corner of the stack shelving and strolled nonchalantly toward the pair enmeshed in each other on the day cot. He cleared his throat when he was less than six feet from them, and the explosive outcry from the exposed ones made the gamble worth the while.
"Doctor Wilde, I presume." Randy, the self-confident conqueror, settled slowly to the edge of the cot. "And Susanna Wilde, I presume."
An oath burst from the lips of the trapped father and he lunged from Susanna's embrace, trying desperately, all self-control shot apart, struggling to get his clothes at the head of the cot.
"Don't bother," Randy chuckled. "And for heaven's sake, don't work yourself into a lather. I'd be there, too, if there was anyway I knew to get it." He reached quite boldly to Susanna's flank and stroked gently along the hip fine and down the outer curve of her thigh. "And I'm a gentleman. I won't pretend to understand, but Susanna, you do know a secret about me. And I know a secret about you. Now, it would be just great if you would explain something about me and about a certain request I'd make, if I had the nerve. About your mother. Maybe you can do it for me."
Randy rose slowly and majestically and strolled off into the stockroom darkness.