Chapter 5

Gloria had been profoundly affected by the hints that Bonny had thrown her way - and terribly frustrated that they hadn't turned out to be more than a suggestion. Her mouth was watering for Bonny's body, tits and cunt and asshole, as she left the lounge.

The randy redhead knew that she had to get her cunt creamed off before her next class. Otherwise it would be squishing and squelching in her seat, and she would be filling the classroom with the cloying aroma of a pussy in need of being satisfied.

She knew a good place to take care of it, too. The school library would be deserted during the lunch break, and she could frig herself silly in privacy toward the back of the bookshelves.

She had done it there before.

She went into the library, and as she had hoped, found no one there. The librarian, a tall, slender woman who wore her hair pulled back severely and had never been known to smile, must be at lunch, like everyone else.

Gloria moved toward the bookshelves.

Then she paused and cocked her head, listening to some peculiar sounds from the dim recesses. She heard a steady hissing sound, punctuated by grunts.

Shit, she thought.

Miss Thompson must still be here, after all. From the sound of it, she must be shifting lots of heavy books onto the upper shelves.

Why else would she be grunting?

Gloria almost turned around and went back out. She figured she would have to give herself a fast finger-fucking in a cubicle of the bathroom.

But then, along with the grunting, she heard a softer sound - a sigh, a moan, a whimper. What in hell was happening back there?

Curious, Gloria tiptoed back into the shadowed maze between the tall bookshelves to investigate - and what a surprise she got, there in that hallowed hall of literature and learning!

Miss Thompson was back there and she was engrossed in reading a book. That much was normal - but nothing else about the situation was.

The librarian was stark-naked.

Her hair had been let down loose and she had a happy smile on her face.

And she had a dildo up her cunt, to boot.

Gloria was flabbergasted, to begin with. She had never seen the librarian smile, nor wear her silken hair out of a prim, spinsterly bun. She had most certainly never seen her naked - nor guessed that Miss Thompson's modest, tailored clothing concealed such a sexy body.

Gloria's shock faded away, replaced by fascination as she stood there and watched in silence.

Miss Thompson was on her knees. She was facing Gloria, but was busily reading a large book that she held in her left hand. Her plump tits swayed, and her long, auburn hair trailed down the upper slopes.

Her ass and belly and hips were gently grinding as, with her right hand, she steadily fed a huge rubber prick up into her juicy cunt.

Gloria could make out the title of the book.

Lesbian lovers! large letters declared, emblazoned boldly down the spine.

Gloria had heard rumors about Miss Thompson being a dyke, but had paid them little heed before. Now she guessed it must be true - and, because her mind had turned in that direction, following the brief and frustrating conversation with Bonny, Gloria was intrigued.

The girl gazed at the librarian's cunt as that woman stuffed herself with cock. As she pulled the rubber tool out, her pliable pussy-lips distended, clinging to her latex lover with suction.

Her clit was a swollen bud, flushed and pulsing as the prick rubbed across it, sinking in and then pulling back out to the rhythm of her guiding hand and her pounding pelvis.

Gloria felt her own cunt overflow, and her tongue slid out like a soft iron filing being drawn to the magnet of the woman's cunt.

Then she noticed another interesting aspect of the massive dildo. The hilt was fitted with a leather harness, the black straps snaking up Miss Thompson's trim thighs as she buried the stalk.

Gloria knew what that harness was for, although she had never seen such equipment before. It must be so that Miss Thompson could strap the rubber prick to her loins and fuck another woman with it.

Creamy cunt-nectar was gushing from the librarian's pussy and streaming down the cock. The polished floor was slippery under her groin.

She turned a page, reading avidly, a sensuous look making her face glow. She grunted as she rammed the rubber cock in, then moaned as it hit the core of her cunt.

As she neared her crest, her eyes misted and, no longer able to read, she tossed the book aside.

No longer looking at the print, her misty glazed eyes fixed on the watching teenager.

Miss Thompson gasped in horror, her mouth opening in an O shape. She stuffed the rubber prick all the way up her cunt, as if hiding the evidence.

Gloria smiled shyly.

"Oh, dear - I'm so ashamed!" Miss Thompson moaned. "I don't know what to say, Gloria!"

"It's okay. It'll be our secret," Gloria assured the mortified woman.

Miss Thompson looked grateful.

"Oh, thank you!" she cried.

Gloria was slowly moving closer, and it was obvious just where her eyes were staring.

"You don't have to stop, Miss Thompson," she said, breathlessly. "Go ahead and finish. I - I wanna watch while you cream off!"

Gloria's normal shyness and modesty had left her, under these bizarre circumstances.

Miss Thompson was momentarily surprised. Then she smiled again as it dawned on her that in this nubile redhead she had found a kindred spirit.

Gloria sat down right in front of her and stared into her goin like a hungry dog.

Miss Thompson tilted her cunt up give the girl a good look at the action. But she had lost interest in frigging her own fuck-hole, now.

Lunch hour in the library was going to be lovely.