Chapter 2
"Samantha," Miss Greenstalk said, startling me out of my erotic daze. "Did you take a look at that book I gave you to read?"
"Yes," I said, turning around to look at her.
"What do you think?" she said, standing directly before me. Since I was seated I looked straight at her belly. Her skirt was pulled tightly across her abdomen, revealing not an ounce of fat. In her middle thirties, Miss Greenstalk had the body of a twenty-year-old. I'd always wondered why somebody with her terrific body and healthy blonde looks had never married. It couldn't have been that men weren't attracted to such a beautiful woman.
I tried to look up at her face as I gave my answer, but something compelled me to keep my gaze riveted toward the middle of her body. "I thought the book was pretty... well, uh..." I stumbled, finding myself concentrating more on her body than I was on formulating a reply.
"Raw?" she said emphatically.
"Oh, no, not too much," I lied, afraid, I guess, that if I told the truth she would take the book away and destroy it. Miss Greenstalk had a reputation around the library as something of a bluenose. "I think it's okay to put it on the shelf."
"All right, 111 take your word for it," she said. "Why don't you go shelve it and then take your break. I'll cover the desk for you."
I nodded dumbly and left the desk, clutching the book as I headed for the sex manual section. As I walked through the library, I couldn't help but wonder if I would find the bearded man there as he'd said he would be.
I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't stop speculating if his cock was still erect. My tongue slid wetly over my lips from the vivid image it etched in my mind. My cunt burned and foamed between my thighs as though it hadn't been touched for a month, let alone thoroughly finger-fucked only minutes before.
The 600's were located in a far corner of the library, virtually cut off from view by a partition. Perverts sometimes hid in this section when they were playing their disgusting games with themselves. Going around the corner to get to the shelves, my heart leaped from what I saw.
The bearded patron still had his hard-on all right. What's more he had it out of his pants. My heart was now in my throat and my cunt boiled as my bulging eyes suddenly took in the incredible sight of ten inches of erect male gristle looming from his open fly. The knob on the end alone seemed three inches long-and purple with excitement.
He was looking at a book called The Thrill of Sex, a trade paperback that had been a bestseller for months. His eyes were glued to an explicit drawing of a woman's hairy cunt sitting on a hard, standing cock. Around his own twitching prick his fist worked back and forth along the shaft, as he jacked himself off while looking at the picture.
I should have been shocked. But the only emotion I felt was hunger. I was starving for his long, thick cock.
I cleared my throat, catching his attention. When he looked up at me, his fantastic prick still clutched in his moving hand, I put my finger to my lips, wordlessly telling him to be quiet.
Before he could draw any conclusions on his own about what was going to happen next, I erased all doubt. Gliding up to him, I silently dropped to my knees and plunged my mouth over his cock, slurping my lips halfway down it with an oral thrust.
His balls were like glowing embers in my hand as I squeezed them, pumping them for the rich male juice I longed to swallow. One finger tickled up the slot of his sweaty crack, searching in his pants for his asshole.
His prick intoxicated me with its sweetness. As it rammed further and further down my throat, the larger the head seemed to get, choking me with its swollen knot.
The musky smell of his crotch made my nostrils flare as I sucked him deeper and deeper in my mouth. I wanted all of him. There would be no satisfaction until I had swallowed his hot, throbbing prick to the hilt and had him creaming down my throat. My stomach contracted from the burning urge for jizz.
He was doing more than his share, expertly fucking my mouth with grinding hips and a thrusting pelvis. Already the tangled clump of his cock-hair was in my eyes, and still he was burying his prick deeper and deeper in my sucking mouth.
I worked my lips like they were the walls of a cunt, tugging back and forth on his sweetly penetrating prick. His cock was rubbing my throat and mouth raw. My tongue was stimulated as though it were some vast, bloated oral clit. I couldn't believe that my mouth could react this way to having a cock buried inside it, my throat spasming exactly like the fuck-canal between my legs.
When he started to come in my mouth, I couldn't believe how thick his sperm was. It gushed hotly down my throat, pooling in the spasming pit of my stomach. Cum washed up my breathing passages, clogging my nose.
Wild with desire, I thrust a free hand between my lets, pushing up my skirt and gouging my foaming cunt under the elastic of my panties. Three fingers plunged into my pussy, agonizingly scraping the conical nodule of my cervix. My cunt shuddered as I frantically finger-fucked myself.
The juices within my pussy were almost as copious as the cum had been in my mouth. My cunt gushed forth an incessant flow of syrupy substance, bathing my thighs with female goo.
In my mouth, the cock had finally stopped spurting. Cum drooled down my throat, choking me with its sticky richness. My belly was warm with a milky coating of jizz.
I was so absorbed in sucking and coming that I had forgotten who and where I was. Instead of-an assistant librarian secretly sucking a patron's cock in the stacks, I could just as well have been a hardened hooker turning a trick in an alley. The cock would have tasted as sweet either way.
Imagine my surprise when reality suddenly intruded. I almost gagged on the cock in my mouth from the abrupt shock.
Valentine Smolt was standing at the head of the aisle looking straight at us! Her bespectacled eyes were obviously focused straight at the union of my mouth and the dick I was sucking. Behind her thick glasses, her astonished eyeballs seemed the size of silver dollars. She was the squarest person on the staff, and had obviously never seen anything like this before in her sheltered life.
"We've... uh... had a complaint..." she mumbled apologetically when she saw that I was involved. "A complaint that someone has been... uh... exposing themselves in the stacks. Miss Greenstalk sent me to... to..."
She couldn't finish her sentence, so caught up was she by the lewd scene taking place before her. Her hand flew instinctively between her legs in reaction to the inevitable, sudden burning she must have felt in her pussy.
My cunt was bulging out of one side of my panties, engorged by my clawing fingers. I made sure she saw it, flaunting my hairy pussy lips at her in all their dripping juiciness. Cunt-juice drooled down my thighs, glazing my loins.
"Oh, Lord, what should I do?" she whined.
"Lick my cunt," I seized the initiative, thrusting the hairy organ at her in all its drippiness.
She fell to the floor, her tongue doing a dance over her thin lips. Within seconds she was on her knees and at my cunt, licking away until I thought she would rub it raw.
I thrust my spread loins at her sucking face, enveloping her head with my sweaty thighs. Her tongue was like a rapier within my pussy, surging three, then four and five inches up my love-tunnel.
In my mouth the cock was getting hard again, helped in its returning stiffness by the hand-job I was giving it along with the stimulation of my hotly sliding lips. His prick began throbbing like it had never come in the first place, ready to shoot off again in moments.
Still wanting more, I thrust my free hand under Valentine's loose skirt. Eagerly I shot my fingers between her bare, quivering thighs. Instantly I found the sopping crotch of her old-fashioned cotton panties. They were soaked and clinging, her cunt-mound bulging between her legs.
Slipping my fingers under the elastic, I gasped at the thrill of feeling her bare pussy. I couldn't believe how huge the lips were... how hot and hairy and wet her cunt was. I couldn't believe that a virgin-which everybody working at the library was sure Valentine was-could have such a juicy cunt.
Her clit was like a spike, standing straight out from the gooey top of her pussy. When I pressed it, an unbelievable flow of juice poured from her cunt, drenching me to the wrist.
I shot two fingers inside her honey-pot, finger-fucking her against her still unruptured hymen. What the staff thought was true-Valentine was a virgin. As I finger-fucked her, I couldn't help but wonder if this was her first sexual experience.
The prick in my mouth was swelling bigger by the second. The combination mouth-and-hand-job I'd been giving it had gotten it even angrier and stiff than it had been before the first time it had come. Within seconds it would be unleashing its second scalding discharge. The churning balls told me that the amount of cum would be even greater than it had been before.
I did everything I could with my mouth am hand to tease the prick between my lips to eruption. Operating like the walls and lips of a cunt, my mouth slid the foreskin back and forth along the full expanse of the dick, pulling it over the cock-head and then abruptly ripping it back halfway down to his throbbing balls.
My fingers pinched and stroked the exposed part of the bearded man's immense tool. Frequently I would cup his hairy nuts, clutching them to ferment the brewing of more and more sperm. I was determined that I would make him come twice as much as before.
Valentine's mouth, meanwhile, was performing miracles on my cunt. Her tongue fucked my pussy in deep thrusts, pushing in and sliding out, only to ram in again even deeper like the hardest of cocks. The lips of her mouth frenched the lips of my cunt, her teeth gnashing against my turgid clit.
When the dick in my mouth had bloated itself as big as it could go, I knew that its ejaculation was imminent. I gave the gristly rod another squeeze with my lips, me balls a clutching grab with my fingers, and waited for the sticky cum.
As I felt the cum race up the pipeline from the bottom of his cock, I pulled the prick out of my mouth. I wanted Valentine to have some.
Her face was still buried in my cunt, eating away like she was starving and my pussy was the only food in the world. The only way I could pry her out was to pull her hair. Fortunately that made her mouth pop open and that gave me a perfect target as I aimed the spurting cock straight at it.
The glistening cum flew straight into the oval of her gaping mouth. Within seconds her pink tongue had been turned to the syrupy white of fresh sperm. Her mouth was coated with steaming jizz, giant globs trickling from her hanging lips. She looked like she had just devoured an entire bowl of white frosting. Even the lenses of her glasses were covered with it, blinding her with cum.
My own orgasms were coming one right after another. My cunt was an inferno from the stark energy generated by the sexual release that was taking place between my thighs. Cunt-juice flowed like wine, my clit quivering like it would disintegrate in a miniature explosion.
The bearded man was even starting to get stiff again in my fondling hand. His dick was slick with spent jizz, but he was straining to come again.
I suppose we could have gone on forever, coming and sucking until the books on the shelves were splattered white with the discharge of the two cunts and ever-spurting cock. None of us had any desire to stop. I was certain Valentine was about to lose her cherry in the stacks-with me hungrily watching, and perhaps licking the union of cock and cunt-when, suddenly, Miss Greenstalk's voice cleared the musky air.
She was asking somebody if they'd seen Valentine and me. Since she'd sent us both to the same place, it was all too apparent that she would be poking her head in the 600 stacks within moments. If she saw what we were up to, God only knew what would happen. Everyone was sure that Miss Greenstalk just hated the idea of sex otherwise, why hadn't she ever been married?
"Miss Greenstalk!" Valentine and I hissed simultaneously, passing the urgency on to our bearded partner. Quickly we were off of each other and frantically covering up our gooey genitals with rumpled clothing.
"Well, what happened to you two?" Miss Greenstalk asked quizzically moments later, her tall, graceful form silhouetted at the entrance to the stacks. Her hands were on her hips, emphasizing her height and curves.
In short time we'd had to maneuver, Valentine and I rearranged out clothes to look like nothing had happened. We were both perusing the shelves as though we were diligently looking for something. The only tip-off to what had been going on was hidden from view under our skirts. My cunt was still drooling down the insides of my thighs, and it was a cinch Valentine's was too. Between us we had two utterly ruined pair of panties clinging uselessly to our sopping loins.
The bearded man was following our lead. He had hastily crammed his still hard cock inside his jeans and had zipped up his fly. Now he was looking at the shelves along with us, as though we were searching for a missing book.
Tilting her blonde head as she watched us, Miss Greenstalk asked, "Looking for something?"
Suddenly I recalled that Valentine had been sent by Miss Greenstalk to investigate a complaint about indecent exposure in the 600 stacks. Somebody had seen the bearded guy jerking off while he turned himself on with the sex manual-or maybe even me shamelessly sucking his cock!-and had reported it to the front desk. My blush was uncontrollable.
I wondered how Miss Greenstalk could miss how red my face had abruptly become, but she did nothing to acknowledge it. Instead, she said to Valentine, "Was the complaint we received justified?"
"No," Valentine dead-panned like an old pro. "Nothing to it, Miss Greenstalk."
"Good," Miss Greenstalk smiled. "Now, Valentine, why don't you help this man find his book while I talk to Samantha." She turned to me. "Samantha, will you please come with me to my office."
Suddenly I was terrified. I was certain that she knew something was up, and that I was going to take all the blame for what had been going on in the stacks. The blush had been my undoing. I was sure of it.