Chapter 6
The first words Miss Greenstalk spoke to me in three weeks were inside her office two days after my encounter with Toby and Marty. I hadn't been able to believe the note I'd received asking me to meet her there at ten o'clock.
"I saw you fucking those boys," she said the instant I sat down.
I was stunned by her bluntness. There was no way for me to deny it, because she'd said it as a simple statement of fact. There could be no less doubt than if she had presented me with a photograph of the three of us fucking.
Nodding my head, I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. Finally, I summoned enough nerve to ask the inevitable question. "What are you going to do about it, Miss Greenstalk?"
"What you have done is very serious," she said as though lecturing a misbehaving student. "As you know, it's not my policy to be specific with the staff on certain matters. The only reason I'm being so candid with you is because of... well, certain shared confidences we might have had in the past. In other words, I won't tell Mr. Smiley specifically what it is that you've done which makes you unsuitable as children's librarian. Instead, I'll merely indicate that you work is in some general way inadequate because of your lack of training, and that we should hire a professional to operate the children's library. Fortunately, several have, applied since you were given the job."
"Then it's back to circulation," I said sadly.
"I'm afraid so, but it's all for your own good," Miss Greenstalk said, permitting herself a brief smile. "I'm confident that you can do an adequate job with appropriate supervision-if you know what I mean."
"I'm afraid I do!" I exploded, furious at her high-handedness. "If you think you can get me back between your legs by busting me back down to your department, you're full of shit!" I couldn't believe my bluntness.
"We'll see," she chuckled. "We'll see."
Miss Greenstalk tried to break my spirit by assigning me all the most annoying tasks in the library. She even included swabbing out the pay-toilet while the janitor was on vacation.
To make it worse, she devised errands for me to run into the children's library to rub it in. The new children's librarian was an effeminate old guy, a pansy as sure as my name is Samantha Dobbs. The kids obviously hated him, snickering that he was a faggot behind his back. The fact that he was doing such a lousy job just made it harder on me.
However, no matter how severe the humiliation she heaped on me, I was determined not to give in to Miss Greenstalk. There is a thing called pride, and I wasn't about to let mine be trampled on. Even when it involved somebody whom I'd once thought I loved.
My relationship with Toby and his friends ended with my ousting from the children's library. Locked in a cold war with Miss Greenstalk, I swore off sex entirely. It was hard for me to go back to the chaste existence I'd had before that first day Miss Greenstalk had seduced me, but I felt it was worth it for my self-respect. I wanted to show that I was above sex.
But after such steady meat, it was a hard fast. I might have accepted a date or two for a quick, impersonal roll in the hay, but the only offers I got were from spineless guys who thought a mousy librarian was the best they could do.
Meanwhile, whenever I got horny, I just pressed my thighs together and hoped for the best. Except for masturbating a lot when I was home alone, though, I managed to keep my vow to stay straight.
Avoiding Miss Greenstalk whenever possible, I found myself more and more around Valentine Smolt, the other girl working full-time in circulation. Although we seemed to be getting to be rather good friends, we never discussed what had happened that day several weeks ago in the 600 stacks with the bearded man.
Valentine remained the most virginal-looking girl I'd ever seen, even though she was well into her twenties. Recalling that day in the stacks made her almost puritanical appearance all that more fascinating. After all, I had actually seen and felt her slobbering cunt. I had fingered it. And she had eaten my pussy. I had pointed a spurting cock in her direction and watched it come all over her face.
All Valentine ever talked about were books and her religion. She was some kind of born-again Christian, and so her reading taste tended in that direction. Which meant that we didn't even get on the subject of sex indirectly, because the books she read never had any in them, except to say that it was an invention of the devil and should be avoided.
A funny thing started to happen. The more square Valentine seemed, the more boring and antiseptic her conversation, the dowdier her clothes... the sexier she started to appear to me. I guess it was the incongruity of her daily image when contrasted with my memory of that fantastic day in the 600's with her juicy cunt out in the open and her lips nibbling at my crotch.
After awhile, it got so that whenever I was alone with Valentine I found myself hopelessly turned-on. She was as drab-looking as she could be, yet the sight of her grew to be enough to dampen my pussy immediately.
However, I was afraid to do anything about my yearning. I tried to put it off, deciding that anything close to sex would turn me on after enough exposure.
Suffering in silence, I negotiated my way through each day as if it were a crisis. My nerves were shot. My pussy was burning out a new fuse each day from unfulfilled desire. The library was getting to be a drag. I was thinking about looking for a new job and starting all over again so I could live as a free human being, not some sort of suppressed slave.
If only, I thought, Valentine would give me some sign that she felt about me as I felt about her. Then things might be bearable. Knowing that Valentine and I had a secret bond might be enough for me to withstand Miss Greenstalk's carefully patterned revenge.
Then, one humid day, everything changed.
Miss Greenstalk, knowing that it was hot as hell in the stacks, decided that I had to rearrange all the books in the 900's. That meant spending an entire afternoon either crouching or on a ladder. The only breeze came when somebody opened the front door of the library and created a temporary draft, and that shot my dress up around my waist. When I wasn't shuffling books, I had to clutch my skirt to keep my ass from showing. Once or twice I nearly fell off the ladder.
Determined to show that I could stand up to whatever unfairness was heaped on me, I slowly but surely worked my way toward the completion of the task to which Miss Greenstalk had assigned me, even though I was convinced it was busy work. Finally I had gotten to the top of the last shelf, balancing myself on the top rung of the stepladder as I shelved the final books.
I was rearranging the six volumes of a massive work on Lithuania, when, suddenly, the back of my neck started to prickle, the way it does when your ESP tells you someone is looking at you from behind. I'd have looked around, but my balance was precarious with my hands juggling six books, and I was afraid I'd fall.
Trying to forget the possibility that somebody was spying on me, I continued wrestling with the books. However, before I could get them in place, someone entered the library and a blast of hot air funneled its way through the stacks. The air shooting warmly against my loins told me that my dress was up.
By the time my skirt was down, I had a new sensation to go along with the tingling at the back of my neck. Incredibly, my pussy was burning, seemingly trying to tell me that someone had just gotten themselves a full peek at my ass and crotch.
I tried to forget about my premonition, but it was no use. The more I attempted to concentrate on the six volumes about Lithuania, the more the skin on my neck crawled. The more my pussy burned. After a few more moments of struggle, the dampening between my thighs told me I was losing the battle of concentration.
Finally I turned around to confront the person I was sure was ogling me. Certain that it was some disgusting wino or pervert, I was astonished to see Valentine smiling sweetly up at me.
My balance already compromised by turning around, the shock of seeing Valentine apparently spying on me destroyed my balance and sent me toppling from the stepladder. Fortunately it wasn't too high, and Valentine was there to break my fall. One second I was swaying on top of the ladder, and the next minute I was in her arms.
"Are you all right?" she asked softly, continuing to hold me so our breasts rubbed together under our blouses.
"Never mind that," I said, trying to be angry, but realizing that my cunt had started gushing even more since I wound up in her arms. "Why were you watching me?"
She didn't answer with words. Instead she hugged me tighter. Our breasts squashed against each other. We could feel our hearts beating as one. Mine was loud-and hers was ever louder.
"You were trying to look up my dress," I said, "weren't you?"
She nodded.
At first I wanted to wrestle free and slap her. Then, abruptly, I realized how absurd my anger on my part was. After all, wasn't this what I'd been secretly dreaming about all along during my silent unfulfilled attraction toward Valentine? Now that it was out in the open, I should be glad.
My whole attitude turned upside-down. Hostility drained from me, as my body was filled with overwhelming desire. "You've been wanting to do this ever since that day in the 600's, haven't you?" I said softly, trying to convey my understanding.
"Yes," she whispered, nuzzling her wet lips against my cheeks.
"You shouldn't have waited so long, Valentine," I blatantly confessed. "I'm as horny for you as you've been for me."
There, I had it out. Free of my psychological burden, all of my inhibitions vanished as though a huge weight had been removed from my shoulders. All of a sudden, I felt alive and free-free to do anything I wanted.
My hand slipped between our compressed bodies and plunged between Valentine's legs. Under her loose-fitting skirt, her crotch was so wet and hot.
Eagerly sliding my fingers under the elastic waistband of her dripping panties, I found that her cunt was even juicier than I had remembered it. Fondling her swampy pussy after all these weeks without sex, was pure heaven.
She had enormous pussy lips that engulfed my fingers as I placed my hand over her cunt. Pussy-juice lapped against my palm. Her curly-thatched snatch was brimming with hot desire.
"Finger-fuck me," she sighed. "Stick your hand inside my pussy... all the way inside my pussy."
"Gladly," I breathlessly agreed. Within seconds I had stuffed three fingers up the foaming gash of her cunt and was moving them back and forth in tandem.
"Ooooooh," she moaned, "it feels so good. Your fingers feel soooooo good in my cunt." She was panting now. "Harder... harder. More fingers in my pussy. Your whole hand. A fist in my cunt! Fist-fuck me right here in the stacks, Samantha!"
She leaned back against the bookshelf. Her legs were spread so my hand could go as far as it wanted up her spasming box.
Her cunt was so enormous and wet that it was relatively easy to slip my thumb and little finger in along with the rest. Stretching her pussy to impossible proportions with the ball of my fist, I pushed with all my might.
I could feel my knuckles sliding deep within her tissues, the swamp of her pussy-flow helping my fist glide all the way to the mouth of her womb. I moved my arm back and forth, feeling her labia squeeze against my wrist and forearm. For the first time in my life I had the sensation I was on the operating end of a giant cock.
"Kiss me while you're fist-fucking me," Valentine cooed. "Let me feel your tongue in my mouth while you're fist-fucking me."
I fell on top of her, giving her the searing soul-kiss she craved. However, as sweet as the inside of her mouth was, I had a more delectable target in mind.
Her tits were what I wanted. With my free hand I opened her blouse. Stuffing my fingers inside her lacy bra, I could feel tit-flesh, feel it throbbing in tingling arousal.
Her breasts slipped easily out of the bra cups. They were small but perfect tits. The best part was their red, firm, erect nipples. They stood out at least an inch.
Licking Valentine's tits was like tasting forbidden fruit. They were exquisite breasts, so sweet that I couldn't have stopped my tongue from running over them if I'd wanted to.
"Are you still a virgin?" I asked her while I continued to maul her tits with my mouth.
"Only to a cock," she answered back, writhing under my frantic stimulation.
"You mean you've had a fist up your cunt before?" I asked incredulously.
"A fist... a cucumber, a chair leg, a dill pickle, a rolled up copy of Time magazine. My dog, Raoul..."
"I thought you said no cocks."
"No man's cock," she said.
"Would you like one?" I asked. "A man's prick up your cunt?"
"I don't know... don't know," she replied uncertainly. "I'm still afraid to go all the way."
I found myself hopelessly aroused by her innocence. Learning that the library scuttlebutt that she was a virgin was still true was a tremendous turn-on. I was utterly thrilled that I was fist-fucking a cunt that had never had a man's cock engorging its gooey walls.
We stopped conversing, letting the more intimate parts of our bodies do our talking for us. Her tits filled my mouth as I sucked off her nipples. I suctioned one and then the other, finally squeezing her breasts together and taking both of them at once. Down below, my pumping fist felt like it was at the core of a volcano, her cunt was so molten hot.
Between my legs, my own pussy cried out for stimulation. I straddled myself over one of Valentine's extended legs, thrilling at the feel of her bare thigh against my cunt under her skirt.
Sliding up her leg, my wet pussy lips left a sticky trail on Valentine's thigh. As our crotches got closer together, I was forced to start pulling my arm out of her pussy to keep my balance. But it was worth it, because seconds after my fist popped out, I moved my cunt into place on top of her seething box.
It was fantastic how perfectly our pussies grooved together. I quickly found that the most incredible sexual feeling I'd ever experienced could be obtained by running the slit of my cunt up and down against the stiff spike of Valentine's clitoris.
It was unbelievable the way two women could turn each other on as well as conventional fucking could. Valentine's stabbing clit seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of every excruciating pleasure point around the opening of my pussy. And my sliding cunt-lips created a steaming friction that transformed her crotch into a convulsing mass of lather and hair.
Valentine's blouse was completely torn open now, and my face was buried in her tits. I covered them with spit, licking every square inch of them. They were small enough so that I could get an entire breast all the way into my mouth, and I did it repeatedly. Suctioning her breasts whole, I drove Valentine over the brink into incomprehensible babbling.
We both started to come at once, capping a beautiful experience. Our cunts ground into one another, the flowing wetness passing from one pussy to the other. Her clit reamed out the underside of my pussy lips, giving me a new kind of orgasm of which I hadn't believed I was capable.
Valentine, an old hand at dildo-induced orgasms, was coming after a few moments in an unbroken flow. I gritted my teeth and tightened my pussy muscles, straining to join her in orgasmic intensity.
At last I succeeded. Through sheer will power, I elevated myself to a golden plane of non-stop thrills, one long orgasm overpowering me.
My mouth thirsted to taste Valentine's cunt. And I was sure that she had the same desire for mine. I slid off her and dropped to the floor. Spreading my legs, the open sight of my cunt through my ruined panties left no doubt about my desires.
"Sixty-nine," I beckoned, as much with my sopping pussy as my words. "Eat my cunt while I suck yours."
Valentine stepped over me. As she straddled me, I could look up her skirt and see the dripping slot of her pussy peeking wetly through the curly tangle of her cunt hair.
Her back to my face, she lowered herself, moving backward just enough so her cunt would land in my face. As it came nearer, my eyes bulged out ogling the beauty of her spreading loins. Her pussy was fantastically beautiful.
In addition to seeing its very salient feature, I could also smell her cunt. It was a ripe, rich pussy smell, growing stronger as the magnificent organ came closer to my face.
Then the lips of her cunt were pressed against the lips of my mouth in a fabulously wet kiss. Her labia were hot and throbbing. My tongue was a sizzling poker as it penetrated her snatch. I began mouth-fucking her in earnest.
Between my own legs, Valentine's mouth was doing the same work on my cunt that I was gleefully doing to hers, Her tongue displayed a wealth of experience as she reamed out my pussy. She had obviously eaten pussy before. I wondered whose.
Undoubtedly we could have gone on devouring each other's pussies indefinitely. Nobody ever came into the 900's anyway. And even if somebody had, we were so far gone with horniness that we probably would have invited them to join us.
That is, except for one person. Her voice suddenly ended it all.
"I see I'm going to have to assign you to separate shifts," was all Miss Greenstalk said. But it was enough.