Chapter 5

After I got involved with Toby, the relationship between Miss Greenstalk and myself took an abrupt plunge. All of a sudden she refused to talk to me under any circumstances. Needless to say, the nude sessions behind closed office doors ceased. The door between our offices was permanently locked now, and she had had the janitor move a desk in front of her side of it to emphasize the barrier between us.

Worse, there were rumors floating around the library that she was bad-mouthing me to the brass, especially Mr. Smiley, the Director. Her word had carried enough weight to build me up to my current prominence on the staff, and now she was reportedly trying to use it to tear me down.

Undoubtedly I should have been concerned about the unpleasant turn of events with Miss Greenstalk. But the fact was that I didn't really care all that much. I was too absorbed with my fascinating work as children's librarian. And that especially included the job's greatest fringe benefit-Toby.

God, how I loved his long, thick adolescent cock. His alabaster balls. His red pubic hair. The blue veins that showed all around his crotch through his pale skin. His tight, sweet young asshole, which I loved to lick and finger-fuck.

And mostly I loved his cum. His spurting, creamy, steaming jizz. He could produce a sizzling wad on a moment's notice. And over and over again.

Logically, I should have been concerned about what the library brass thought of me. Instead, my primary concern was that Toby still wanted to suck and fuck me. I was at the point where I would do anything he said.

"Where have you been?" I asked anxiously one day when he sauntered in after not having been around for nearly a week.

"What's it to you?" he drawled in the flippant way he'd started talking to me more and more lately.

"Well... well..." I stammered as I realized he enjoyed watching me get so upset. "I... I just wondered if you were all right."

"Bullshit. You were just wondering if you were ever gonna see this again," he said matter-of-factly, grossly rubbing his crotch for emphasis.

"Please," I hissed. "There are other people around. They'll notice."

He walked over near my desk and sat down. I went behind the counter and started filing to look busy while I talked out of the comer of my mouth to him.

I didn't want to be a nag, but I couldn't help asking him again where he'd been.

"If you gotta know," he said, "I was grounded."

I turned white as it immediately hit me that it might have something to do with sex. My innate jealously forced me to imagine him getting it on with some hot little tramp his own age. The repelling image of his long, hard cock splitting an almost hairless, immature pussy took my breath away.

"I know what you're thinkin'," he laughed. "But that ain't it."

"What was it?" I whispered, feeling like I'd been through a wringer.

"Sniffing glue," he laughed some more. "I got sick and puked all over the kitchen floor just after my mom had finished waxing it."

His admission abruptly made me see him as just the kid he really was. "Are your parents still restricting you?" I asked sympathetically.

"Yes," he said. "Till the end of the month. I had to sneak out to get over here so I could tell you. Now that you know, I've got to get back before my mom finds out. She'll tell my dad and he'll make it an extra two weeks."

I wanted to wail in anguish, thinking about how I would be deprived of his cock. Instead, I hissed through clenched teeth, "But what about us? What about me?"

"I guess it's the old jerk-off route for both of us," he said. Then he added with a wink, "Girls can do it, too, you know."

"I need more than that," I confessed, mindless of my pride. "I'll go crazy without... without..."

"Without eight inches of teenage cock?" he grinned triumphantly.

"Yes," I admitted shamelessly.

"Well, if I take the chance of sneaking over here against my folks' orders, I'm gonna have to be sure it's worth my while," he said, holding his chin in his hand to emphasize what he was thinking.

"I'll do anything!" I blurted. "Anything you say."

"Money?" he grinned.

"Yes."

"Will you take it in the ass?" His green eyes gleamed lewdly.

"Please," I moaned.

"All eight inches?"

"Yes - yes... of course..." I whimpered through drooling lips. Between my legs my pussy had started to melt from the raunchy talk of sex with this boy almost young enough to be my son.

"And anything else I dream up, right?" he said, slapping his hand on the desk to underscore the boldness of his demands.

"Yes... yes..."

"All right," he said, "you've got a deal. I'll cut third period tomorrow and be around to see you. That is, under one condition."

"Yes?"

"Lay five bucks on me."

"Gladly," I said, reaching for my purse.

I don't know how I got through the twenty-four hours until I would see my boy-lover stride into the library again. That night I had trouble sleeping, my mind filled with images of his stiff, young prick surging into all the holes of my naked body.

My cunt wouldn't stop foaming. I must have beaten my meat steadily throughout the whole night and experienced dozens, or even hundreds, of orgasms from constantly playing with myself. But I still couldn't completely satisfy myself.

The next morning at the library I went around like I was walking on eggs. In the back of my mind there was the lurking dread that Toby had become such a smart aleck that he might try and tease me by not showing up. I wondered if familiarity had bred contempt on his part.

I expected him about eleven. Getting ready for him, I sneaked back in the stacks and stripped my panties off. My bare pussy throbbed under my skirt, ready for action.

While I was still in the stacks I heard the outside entrance open. Somebody was coming in. I prayed it was Toby.

I looked down the row of books toward the door and saw a teenage boy walking down the steps. He was about thirteen, dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt and sneakers, but he wasn't Toby.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. I'd taken a lot of trouble to empty the place so Toby and I would have the stacks to ourselves while we were making it. Now I had a kid I hadn't counted on to deal with.

"Can I help you?" I said very professionally as I straightened up and walked out the stacks.

"No, not really," he said. "I'm supposed to meet somebody here."

I could see that he was a good-looking kid. Maybe another time... another place... who knew?

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" I asked, trying to ignore my attraction to him.

"Yeah, well, usually," he said, "but not today."

"What is the exception today?" I asked in a dipped voice, hoping I could use my authority as a librarian to frighten him out of the place by making him scared I'd call the school.

"I have what you might call a special assignment," he said.

"Oh, library work," I said. "Why don't you use the school library for whatever you have in mind?"

He laughed. "I'm afraid it wouldn't work out for the special project my friend and I have in mind."

"Why not?"

"For one thing, the school librarian's a man," he said.

"I'm afraid I don't understand," I said. Inside, however, I knew that I was far ahead of what I was willing to admit to this boy. His run-around conversation was the first clue. And the second clue was the mound in his jeans which I noticed more with each moment. That was because it wouldn't stop growing.

"Something wrong?" he asked, catching me looking between his legs.

"This other person you're supposed to meet here," I said. "His name wouldn't be Toby, would it?"

"Right on-Toby Morgan," he said, smiling. "I understand you two know each other."

"Uh, yes... yes, I guess we do," I said pantingly, wondering where my breath had gone.

"Toby talks a lot about you," the kid said, resting his hand on his crotch and slowly rubbing the bulge there.

"What does he say?" I asked breathlessly, my heart in my mouth, and my cunt tightening like a vise between my sweating thighs.

"That you know how to make a kid feel like a man," he said with a leer splitting his young face. His hand was cupping the rise of his cock and balls that stood out in a throbbing bulge from his jeans.

"How did Toby say I do that?" I asked, hanging desperately on the answer.

The kid knew it. That had to be why he paused for so long-to torture me. Tease me. Drive me crazy.

"Please, please," I finally gave in and begged. "I've got to know."

"Back in the stacks," the kid said matter-of-factly, ordering me around in my own library.

I obeyed, following him dutifully as though he were the librarian and I was the child.

Once we were hidden by the books, we faced one another. A gangly kid, he was tall and slender. But there was nothing thin about the obviously fat cock and balls. He did nothing to hide his swollen condition.

"Please," I whimpered. "Tell me about what Toby said about me."

"Two things," the kid smiled.

"What are they?"

"F-U-C-K," he bluntly spelled out, "and S-U-C-K."

I looked at him incredulously. Astonished, I tried not to believe Toby would betray me after all of myself I had given him.

The boy looked back at me with a lazy grin. There was no doubt he was a smart-aleck. A kind of impertinence seemed to emanate from his tall, skinny body. That was especially true between his fail-thin legs. His cock absolutely throbbing on total arrogance.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to put him on the defensive after all the anguish and embarrassment he'd put me through.

"Marty," he drawled, totally unintimidated. Frankly, he seemed more interested in showing off what he had bulging in his blue-jeans than in answering my questions.

"Marty what?" I snapped, trying to sound bolder than I really felt. I glared at him, trying to wither him with my stare.

"Marty Springstead," he said in a flippant voice.

It was no use. There was no way I could stare him down. He had the edge.

No matter how hard I tried to rivet my eyes to his, my gaze eventually dropped to the mass pulsing at his crotch. Finally I found myself looking only at the bulge in his pants, and uncontrollably licking my lips. Under my skirt my pussy was sopping wet, as hot as a firecracker. My tits tingled electrically. I was hopelessly turned-on!

I tried desperately to maintain my composure, but it was no use. Gradually I realized that my anxiety was not just because I was angry at Toby for having such a big mouth. There was no doubt in my mind that I had wanted to fuck Toby's friend, Marty, all along.

Now that I'd figured it out, I tried to hate myself for lusting after my teenage lover's friend. But the harder I tried to achieve self-loathing, the farther away I got from my objective. My mind was filled with obscene images, all of them involving the jean-covered cock over which my mouth was watering.

Why fight it? I finally concluded. Once I had made my decision, I suddenly felt fantastically relaxed. The warmth from my cunt spread over my entire body.

"Gee, ma'am," Marty said, showing the first politeness since he'd come in. "You look kinda hazy. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"One thing," I said tersely.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Fuck me!"

His cock was out in an instant, as though he had been expecting my request all along. His prick was a beauty, long and thin as its owner. Huge now, I wondered how it would look when Marty was full-grown. My cunt ached at the thought.

"Pull your balls out," I hissed. "Everything out in the open so I can suck it."

As he rummaged around in his shorts for his nuts, I dropped to my knees. When all of his equipment was out in the open, I clutched his balls and brought my face down to his stiff prick. My tongue swiped wetly over the throbbing crown, running down the groove in the center of his heart-shaped cock-head.

His dick was salty, tasting of fresh teenage sweat. The raunchy taste was intoxicating.

"You came over here on your bike, didn't you, Marty?" I said while I continued licking his tool.

"Yes... yes," he moaned. "How did you know?"

"I can taste it."

My wanton admission was too much for him. He got so turned-on that his hips automatically lurched, cramming his cock abruptly down my throat. Long and hard, his prick made me gag, filling my throat.

Slowly I began working my lips along his cock-shaft, fucking him with my mouth. His prick swelled to even greater proportions as the friction made him wild. As the suction drove him crazy, my tongue did a dance over the entirety of his meet, tickling his cock into a throbbing frenzy.

I closed my eyes, anticipating the onslaught of jizz I was so diligently sucking for. My stomach convulsed from want of the sticky balm. I excitedly wondered if his cum would be as pungent and salty as the cock and balls which held it.

My arms were around his waist now. I pulled him toward me, squashing his steamy crotch into my face. Taking all of him, my mouth wrung his prick like it was a washrag, sucking furiously for sperm.

Then, just as he was about to come, I got an even bigger jolt than I had been expecting from the end of Marty's dick. Out of the comer of my eye I suddenly became aware of another pair of jeans and another pair of sneakers. Somebody was standing there watching while I sucked this boy's cock!

"Well, I see you two got acquainted already," an all too familiar voice said.

Toby! He'd planned the whole thing. Not only had he told everybody about us, now he planned to pass me around among his friends.

I should have been furious. I should have been seething.

But, instead, I was twice as horny as I'd been in the first place, with a new smooth, young male body added to the fray.

Retaining Marty's cock to the hilt in my mouth, I took my hands from his waist and threw them in back of me. Flipping up my skirt, I exposed my bare ass.

What a view Toby must have had of my foaming cunt. My bare ass was sticking straight up in the air, with my cheeks and thighs thoroughly spread. From the rear he must have been able to see everything. All the lips and folds and redness and juiciness and hairiness of my sucking, starving honey-pot.

If I could have made myself understood with the one boy's cock in my mouth, I would have cried at the other one, "Fuck me, you fool!" But, actually, there was no need for such dramatics. I had communicated with Toby enough over the past weeks with my body to be certain he didn't need any such instruction.

Although he was out of my view, I could visualize Toby's cock being unsheathed from his jeans. It was as long and hard as ever. The balls were as white. The pulsing veins as blue. The crotch-hair as fiery red.

And Toby as insistently horny as ever!

Reality usurped imagination as Toby's cock suddenly crashed between the cleavage of my parted buns instead of slipping into my waiting cunt. Abruptly recalling the promise I'd made him yesterday, I realized he was going to fuck me in the ass. I deliriously concluded that I couldn't wait!

His cock-head shoved against the puckering mouth of my asshole like a barb. I hoped the penetration wouldn't be too painful.

Then, after a ripping thrust, he was pronging me. After an initial four-inch surge, his cock wiggled and twisted and pushed until it was filling my ass.

Hot shit packed in my bowels around the intruding head of Toby's cock, bathing his dick with sizzling, wet heat. He knew just how to fuck me in the ass despite his youth, expertly sliding his prick back and forth in the tight channel of my bunghole.

To make things even hotter, he thrust his hand over my unoccupied cunt. Instantly three fingers were all the way inside, thoroughly finger-fucking me. His thumb pressed my stiff clit.

Once Toby's cock was securely imbedded in my ass, and he was almost literally fucking the shit out of me, I turned my attention back to the equally hard prick engorging my mouth. Redoubling my efforts, I was determined to make Marty come as quickly as possible, incredibly thirsty for the taste of hot boy-cum.

I resorted to drastic measures, running my lips and tongue over the full expanse of Marty's prick from the base to the tip. Monumental elasticity required of his foreskin, as I stretched it to the ultimate. After pulling it all the way over his swollen cock-head, I then tugged it halfway down to his balls with my teeth, suddenly swallowing him whole.

Nobody, let alone a horny teenage boy, could withstand that kind of manipulation without coming, within second, his prick was erupting in my mouth. Hot wads of steaming cum filled my mouth and then slid down my throat. The excess I couldn't swallow dribbled from the corners of my mouth and made my face a sticky mess of semen.

Not to be outdone, Toby began pumping in my ass like crazy. The tightness of my asshole created incredible friction on his cock. It was a cinch it wouldn't take him long to come.

I was right. Just as his friend stopped spurting in my mouth, Toby's prick exploded up my ass. Instantly, my colon was filled with hot, sticky jizz. He literally filled my ass with cum. I shook my head, not being able to comprehend why I'd never let him fuck me in the ass until now.

They'd both finished coming, but I was just getting started. Orgasms were ripping through me, but they were merely titillations compared to the orgasm I craved.

Pulling away from the twin prongs of their cocks, I rolled on the floor and backed away on my knees a few inches from both of them. I looked up at their spent pricks, smiling while I watched them drip their last globs of cum. My breath was taken away by their beauty. There was nothing that turned me on more than the sight of a freshly spent teenage cock, still hard enough to be ready to go again at a moment's notice. That is, except for the sight of two cocks.

I reached for both of their pricks at once, taking a semi-hard cock in each hand. Rhythmically I stroked both of them, making sure they were restored to their original hardness. When they were each hard as granite, I leaned forward and licked off the last of their old cum, cleaning them up for the new salvo of ejaculations I was determined to elicit.

"My cunt!" I rasped, the cum in my mouth slurring my speech. "My ass! Fuck me in the cunt and ass at the same time."

"Oh, boy, will we!" Marty exclaimed, scooting around in back of me. "This time I get her shit-hole."

I leaned forward, staying on my knees and propping myself up on my elbows so my ass was a perfect target. Spreading my thighs as far as I could, I provided Marty with a perfect shot at my quivering asshole.

I could feel the ridges of my anus parting to receive the dick I was waiting for. In a second it was nudging at the entrance, its owner frantic to get his first taste of ass-fucking.

"Inside me," I directed pantingly. "I can't stand to feel my ass empty any longer."

With the first tearing shove he was a couple of inches within me. Another push and he had four inches. On the third try he had six inches of prick up my anus. And after the fourth surge, he was completely, stiffly, and thoroughly fucking me.

"Now my cunt," I demanded. "Slide under me between your friend's legs and fuck me in the pussy, Toby."

He got down on the floor, scooting between my knees until his cock was centered with my cunt. His face was directly under my breasts, and he lost no time pulling up my sweater so he could pop my tits out of my bra and begin licking them.

Toby steadied his prick with his hand while I lowered my cunt to him. Right from the beginning I could feel his cock-head rubbing against my pussy lips. And then, as my pelvis dipped, I could feel my labia being split by the barbed end of his pulsing tool.

Then he was inside me... two... three... four... five inches. His shaft was sliding up and down between my pussy lips. He was fucking me.

"Fuck me harder... harder!" I moaned. They were confused because they didn't know which cock I meant-the one in my ass, or the one in my pussy. Silly boys-I meant both.

Fortunately for my fuck-crazed love-holes, my two teenagers were each sure I meant them. Both solidly imbedded, they started grinding their pricks even more furiously into me. In my cunt, Toby finally managed to penetrate all the way to the hilt, his balls crushing against the outside of my dripping vulva. My asshole was packed even more solid with Marty's cock.

I couldn't believe how fantastic two cocks felt inside me at once. Over and over again I came, scaling new orgasmic heights with each new climactic shudder. My cunt and asshole were both spasming and creaming ceaselessly.

The two pricks within me were separated only by the thin membrane between my asshole and pussy tunnel. The thin division of tissue was like nothing at all, as the cocks rubbed together at the core of being in spark-producing friction.

"Come," I pleaded, unable to wait any longer. "Come in me. Please come in me. Fill my ass. Fill my cunt. Drown me with cum!"

It wasn't hard for them to comply with my request. The friction on their pumping pricks must have been intense. That they had managed to go this long without shooting off was a miracle. Suddenly, they couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated simultaneously.

It was a dead heat whether my ass or cunt was filled with sperm first. They were both instantaneously engorged with hot jizz, the excess oozing out in a slime that bathed the split between my spread ass-cheeks. After thirty seconds of continuous twin spurting, my crotch was coated with cum all the way down to my thighs.

"Oh, my God," I whimpered. "I don't believe this is happening to me."

But it was. Jesus, how it was. Even after they had stopped spurting, their pricks still drooled glopping amounts of precious boy-cum into my body. By now my cunt and asshole were so backed up that most of their love-juice was eventually draining, swamping my lower anatomy.

Reaching down with my hands, I rubbed my fingers in the goo. Wiggling my hips, I enjoyed the sensations produced by their cocks still buried in my twin fuck-canals. My only regret was that there wasn't a third prick engorging my mouth.