Copyright (c) 2001, All rights reserved.
Alice Pierpoint gazed up at the jet trails in the air. The air-show had dazzled her, and the sun had baked her skin. Even the flush of excitement in her face was masked by her now bright red skin. Her noticeable cleavage had suffered the same fate because of her low cut tank top. A couple men in the bleacher's behind her tried unsuccessfully to determine just how deep the burn reached.
"Why did I have to forget my sun screen?" She regretted aloud after noticing her pink arms. The show was over and she looked forward to soaking in a oily bath for the night. Even then she would be in a world of hurt the next day, trying to keep up with the bookmobile's schedule.
The crowd attempting to file their way off of the cordoned runway was bustling with anxious families and other spectators. A man to her right kept bumping into her and patting her soft fanny. She knew it was no accident, but she suffered the indiscretion and refused to give the man any attention. After a few more obvious grabs and familiar squeezes, the man looked at her and said.
"Gosh, I thought you were my daughter!"
"Well I'm not. So stop touching me."
"I'm sorry, her boyfriend must have taken her with him. I thought she was following me. I sure feel silly. Can I make it up to you?"
Alice looked again at the man. He was about forty and had a visible paunch, but his eyes were sharp and he did have an earnest smile.
"I guess it was just a mistake." She realized he was carrying a beach shoulder bag and the she asked. "Well, if you have some sun lotion I would like that very much."
The man's eyes and grin widened. "Sure thing." He produced a suitable brand from the bag and opened it. "Here let me." He offered. Then he poured some on to his hand and began to rub her shoulders.
"Ahhh." All the bumping had really inflamed her skin, and the soothing cream melted in and immediately relaxed her. She even began to feel an erotic response, but when his large groping hand went down the front of her top and grabbed one of her loose tits she yelped and turned away.
"That's enough!" She cried defiantly.
"Okay, okay. I guess got carried away." His daring smile was ever present.
"Just go away."
"Listen doll, that's the last favor I'll do for you. You just need a good fuck." His eyes sharpened.
"Go to hell."
"Why, there's nothing more frigid there." His wide grin returned and he laughed. Then he disappeared into the crowd.
When Alice finally reached her car she started the motor with an angry roar and fought her way though the clot of traffic until she returned home. Still fuming from the sluggish roadways and the pervert, she slammed the front door closed and pouted in her bedroom. After she cooled. Her skin again made its condition known, and she moved to the adjoining room to draw her bath.
She peeled the few cotton garments off her body noticing a few things about her body she hadn't given much thought before. Her shapely tits curved in a way she had always liked. Her well rounded hips with its soft thatch of light red pubic hair must be quite a charm for some men.
"Men!" she thought bitterly. "that's all they saw in a woman, her sex." Someday she would find a nice man who appreciated all her qualities. She was soon to turn 27 years old and for the first time she doubted her prince charming was headed in her direction.
She stepped into the tub still staring at the graceful mound between her legs.
"It's just a c-cunt." She forced herself to say the naughty word. She was an enlightened woman, she believed, because she knew all sorts of words adults used and wanted to be sure she was not seen as a simple minded woman. It was a source of pride for her to have broken free of her parents strict taboos against anything sexual. She again saw the man in the crowd smiling at her. In defiance she touched her hand to her cunt.
"See, it's all mine, and I can do what I want with it!" She said brazenly. A few times before she had masturbated, but the experience felt strange and scary. Was it really supposed to feel that way? She started the experiment again. For some reason her gently rubbing fingers seemed to know exactly just what to do today. Her pelvis offered a better angle for her hand to penetrate the many folds of her vulva.
"Oh, my." she responded verbally and stared at her hand as it quickened its motions. "Oooo, Aaahhh." It felt wonderful. She still saw the older man's face. She could almost feel his hand against her, but it was her free hand that caressed her soft tits. Passion built up inside her cunt and her hand worked faster and faster to relieve it. At one point she pulled on her breast roughly, producing a sharp pain in her flesh as she stretched her burned skin. At once, her body convulsed, and waves of pure delight shot through her.
"Oohhh, Uunnnggh! Arrrggh, AAAAHHHH!!" She cried out from her wonderful, first orgasm.
She lay in the tub long past her bedtime. Then she rinsed, drained the tub, put a medicinal cream on her abused skin, and went to bed.
The next day was as hectic as she had expected. Her assigned route took her to every part of the city. Her first stop was a small nursery school. Ever-loving Child Care was a large, converted house. It's backyard was filled with a plethora of toys and jungle gyms. Dozens of children played on them.
The two caretakers, a dark haired woman with a touch of gray, and a young blonde had selected the day's reading material and had given her a box of returned books. She was placing the books back on the shelf when she realized one of them was not the library's. She was scandalized. It's title was 'Dark Lesbian Nights'.
At first she wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to throw it in the trash, but her sense of loyalty to books and the first amendment overcame her revulsion. She believed people were entitled to read what they liked no matter how stupid.
She hesitantly stepped down from the bookmobile and entered the house. The two women were oddly, not with the children, and she had not seen them in the yard. She might have just left the book on a table, but she didn't want a child to find it. After peeking into the rooms on the first floor she climbed the set of stairs where, according to a sign, children were not allowed. Probably for their safety she thought. At the top of the stairs she thought she could hear the women's voices down the hall behind one of the doors. She paused outside just before knocking.
"Amanda, did you see what little Jimmy Barns did this morning?"
"No, darling. What?"
"He reached up my dress and pulled on my panties."
"Hah, the silly thing. Doesn't he know that only I am allowed that privilege? Is that why you dragged me up here and ate my pussy? Are the poor dears driving you out of control again, Mary?"
"That and when Shelly Meyers took off her dress because she had spilled soda on it. I saw you staring for several moments before you told her to put it back on."
"Well you know our rules. We don't get involved with our clients, but if they happen to get into their own straights, ours is not to condemn."
Alice was shocked to her marrow. She rapped sharply on the door, ready to condemn their private words with a burst of disgust, but she promptly lost her nerve at their reply.
"Whoever you are, you must go back downstairs, dear child. We'll be out in a few minutes."
"S-sorry, but one of the books you gave me wasn't the library's. I'll j-just put on the floor next to the door and go. B-bye." Alice stuttered nervously. As she hurried away she could have sworn she heard them say:
"Oh, darn. Another delicious fish fails to take the bait." Then laughter.
Alice drove away to her next location. She was having trouble concentrating on the map. Those women back there. Could they have actually been having sex together? The thought was unimaginable. She knew what it took to have sex. She had read about penises, c-cocks, she reminded herself, in the self-help books in the library. Alice knew what the word lesbian meant, but she had never taken it very seriously before. She decided nervously to look up more information about it when she finished her rounds and returned to the library.
She pulled up to a rickety, old, gray house. She knew this neighborhood wasn't very nice, but in the back of her mind she believed the bookmobile was a spiritual service to the poor people here. Books, and everything about them, comprised her religious center. She always felt safe in the van.
Children and also grown-ups waited in a line for the chance to borrow or return books. She smiled at each as they entered her temple and made their selections. The operation ran smoothly until the last young girl had shyly taken her freshly stamped card and jumped off the van step delighted. Then two older boys crowded in the doorway and leered at her.
"Hey, momma. You got some books for us?"
"Uh, sure, but only one person at a time." Alice replied as uncertainty uttered a veiled warning.
"See, I told you she was someth'n." One boy looked for approval from the other. They were a pair of black youths in their late teens. The larger boy grunted back.
"Do you have your library cards?" Alice tried to assert herself.
"Me first." The youth said to his smaller companion. He mounted the steps and his buddy slowly closed the door.
"I've got one of these." The boy stood looking down at Alice in her driver/check-out seat. Before the pause after his sentence broke, he had opened the fly to his pants. He wasn't wearing any shorts and his young bulging penis was curling out from the fresh, young, kinked pubic hairs.
"Oh, my god! Get out of here!" Alice shouted.
"Listen up, momma. Do you know what comes down when a white woman yells for help in our 'hood?"
"N-no, what?" Alice sat frozen in sudden fear. The question sat like a great oppressive weight."
"She gets it." The boy smirked, and pulled his cock completely from his pants to emphasis the 'it'.
Once again, Alice's bravado tried to rise to the occasion. "Young man, I want you to put your t-thing away and go home. This is very bad for you." She was significantly older and bigger and her sharp command seemed to dent the boy's tough facade.
"Hey, you don't know what you're doin'. Look how hard you've got this chunk of dick."
Alice couldn't help but look again at the boy's cock. It's size for a young man surprised her. All the books she had read just showed penises in their relaxed state. The boy's boner jutted out a good seven inches!
"Th-that's not, m-my problem." She countered but couldn't take her eyes off of the smooth, young erection.
"Com'on momma. You can touch it. Me and Chaz ain't gonna hurt you none. You are a fine piece of a librarian. My grandma even got a book from you today. We just thought you might like to have a bit of fun."
Alice knew she was in trouble. She had to make the boy leave without causing a fuss, but her curiosity was intensely focused on the first cock she had ever seen. As her hand reached out she tried in vain to control herself, but she was drawn to the amazing shaft by an overwhelming urge to find out what one felt like.
"Yeah, that's it. Ooo, momma, see it's all there just for you." The boy moaned as her fingers delicately touched his now rock hard dick. For a moment Alice wrapped her hand gently around its girth and stroked it. Then, with a new pulse of will, she pushed it back into the boy's pants and pulled up the zipper. "Yeow!" His pubic hair had caught in the zipper.
While he was still hopping around, Alice circumnavigated him and yanked the door open. "That will be enough, young man. You take your friend home and learn to keep your business in your pocket. The other boy started laughing when he saw his companion desperately trying to loosen the zipper without ripping out all of his hair.
Alice drove away visibly shaken. She had actually touched a cock! A young boy's at that. But she couldn't be too harsh on herself. The boy was already corrupted. She decided she had taught him a valuable lesson. Then she allowed herself a brief laugh. The boy had looked so deflated, probably in more than just his expression!
Her next stop was her least favorite kind. An old man had been borrowing books from the van for several weeks and he hadn't returned any of them. The library had already revoked his book card, but the man still refused to return them. Alice was suppose to retrieve them in person.
She parked the bookmobile at a dilapidated apartment building, and trudged up the gritty stairwell to the third floor. At 3B17 she knocked loudly and waited with eagerness to resolve this dilemma and get on with her day. The door creaked open and two bespectacled eyes greeted her.
"Hello, Alice. What can this old man do for you?" His scratchy withered voice asked.
"Are you Marvin Johnston?"
"Well you have a lot of overdue books, and I am here to take them back." Alice wondered if the old man was just too feeble to return the books.
"Come on in." He unchained the door and opened it wide. As she entered he closed it behind her. "I have them here somewhere, just you wait and see what I can find. The man must have been seventy or eighty. He stooped painfully as he picked a book here and a book there and piled them in a corner at the far side of the room. She couldn't help but noticing they were either art books of nude paintings or photos or they were swimsuit magazines.
He seemed to have finished when he stood up straighter standing between her and the books. "You see an old man doesn't have many options in the way of fun these days. My children never visit and my wife died years ago. You sure are a pretty young thing."
"Thank you, and I'm very sorry about your circumstances, but you can always get new books after you return your old ones. Let me have the books." Alice realized that the old man must be pretty lonely, but she still couldn't really feel good about what his books implied.
"Now my cards not good anymore. Can't I keep them just a little bit longer?"
"No, I have to take them. I'm very late for my next appointment."
"Well, I wouldn't want to slow you down. I don't think you understand my needs."
"What do you mean?" Alice heard that warning in herself again.
"Books are just about the only way a crotchety old cuss like myself can see all of a beautiful woman. You see I really hate to part with them, unless." The last word hung in the air deceitfully.
"Oh, unless what?" Alice replied looking at her watch.
"Unless you might be able to help me out with something my tired old mind isn't likely to forget until my card gets reinstated."
"What can I do for you?" She looked quizzically at him.
"Maybe I can see a bit of you? You are really pretty."
"What?" The possibilities began to penetrate her imagination.
"I'll give you all your books now if you just might drop your clothes for just a moment. That way I'll not need them. See?"
"Well you aren't getting them then."
Alice looked around at the mostly barren, well lit room. The old man stubbornly defied her to take the books.
"Just let me have a peek, and I'll stand way back here. Then you can go right on your way."
Alice couldn't think. The man was thoroughly disgusting, but her only other option was to call the police, and she really didn't want to hurt him. "Just a peek?" she started.
"Yep, and they are all yours." His magnified eyes almost seemed to glow with anticipation.
Alice backed up to the door and checked to make sure it was unlocked. Then with visible disgust she slowly unzipped her light jacket and shrugged it to her arms. She then unhooked her bra beneath her shirt watching him all the while. He began to breath heavily.
"Okay, just a peek." Alice said with as much courage as she could muster and then she unbuttoned her shirt and let her tits fall into the cold apartment's air.
"Oh my, they're wonderful!" the old man delighted. He was quivering.
I hope he doesn't have a heart attack Alice thought. "Now give me those books." Her still reddened breasts heaved and swayed.
"I'm sorry. For that I can only give you half of them, as beautiful as those tits are."
"What! I'm not going any further."
"You will if you want all of the books." The curmudgeon replied. He knew she didn't have any real reason not to continue since she had already gone past the first limit. "They look so delicious."
"Damn you. You keep away." Alice tried to collect her self-esteem. She decided to just get it over with and get out of there. She unfastened her belt and pulled both her pants and panties down around her legs. She counted audibly to ten while keeping her attention on the astounded dirty old man. Then she realized that the man's hands were in his pockets and he was fondling himself!
In those brief seconds he managed to cum in his pants. He gasped aloud and sank into a chair in the room where he began to wheeze and cough.
Alice pulled her clothes back on and angrily stamped to the corner with the books, keeping her eye on the now exhausted pervert. She scooped the books up and walked swiftly out of the apartment.
"Come again anytime miss. If only this ancient bag of bones had lasted longer, you might have helped more." She heard him say just before kicking the door closed behind her.
Alice was in her bookmobile when she decided the day couldn't get any worse. First she had been near two lesbians who ran a child care center. Then she had touched a black boy's cock, and finally she had actually stripped her clothes off for a very dirty old man. Now in the truck, thinking about her strange day her own body began to tempt her. She felt warm and her crotch was very wet. She alternated thinking about the firm velvety dick in her hands with the face of the old man as she peeled her clothes for a peek, and then with imagined images of two women fucking. She wanted desperately to stop the van and masturbate. Perhaps she had done the wrong thing by masturbating last night. What if she had opened up some evil pathway to sexual needs? Alice was a little frightened of her feelings.
She was late for her next appointment. The author, Paul Hiker, was one of her favorites. He had offered to sign all the library's copies of his books as a publicity stunt to promote library awareness while he was in town to sign his new book at book stores. She parked the van outside the store and hurried in. There he was.
Paul sat behind a simple table with two or three fans still in line. Alice carried her own copy of "Majesty of the Animals." his book about animals in the wild, to sign. She waited last in line until it was her turn. Paul looked up at her and was visibly impressed.
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm late. My name is Alice, and I'm from the library. I had other appointments that delayed me. I hope it isn't too late to sign our books."
"Well, Alice I was just about to go to lunch with my agent." He indicated a short bald man sitting next to him. "Do you think we have time for her, Harvey?" His voice held back an amused quality. Harvey seemed in on some privately recognized joke or plan.
"I guess so. If she doesn't mind us eating in her bookmobile. I can go get some take-out Chinese while you deal with her. Then perhaps we can all share some when I bring the food." He smiled eagerly.
"Is that all right Alice?" Paul asked kindly.
"Oh, of course. I really like your books. I even brought my own book to sign. If that's all right." Alice heaved a sigh of relief which raised her tits to their fullest extent then dropped them. The two men smiles seemed to bounce with her movement.
"Perfectly. Lead me to your van." Paul got up and escorted her out the door, while Harvey snickered and left the other direction. The entered the van and she took him in the back and showed him the shelf that had been set aside for his books. He browsed through them slowly as if deciding which to sign first.
"I guess I could be here a while. Mind if I take off my jacket? It's a little cramped in here."
"Oh yes. I'll put it on the chair." Alice complied eagerly. Paul was a very handsome fellow. His broad chest was just the kind she had always fantasized about. She realized that her crotch was hornier than ever. She bit her lip slightly and ordered herself to control its passion. She wanted to impress this man with her knowledge.
"Oh, I loved 'Majesty of the Animals.' did you really spend three years in Africa?"
"Why yes. I think Africa has the most beautiful diversity of wildlife in the world. What did you like about that book?"
"Oh I loved the baboons. How barbaric and yet so amazingly social. Its hard to imagine such a combination."
"Did you read about their mating habits?" Paul tried to direct the conversation.
"Uh, yes. The males are very a-aggressive with their mates. I didn't like that."
"Well nature does what is has to to help a species survive. Imagine if I were a male and you were my mate. I'd have to rip up your clothes and beat you before I could mate with you."
"I'm just glad that men don't. At least humans are not dumb animals."
"See here. Some men are not far from their distant baboon cousins. If I were to put my hand here." Paul suddenly reached between her thighs and pressed on her cunt.
"Hey! You let me be!" Alice complained.
"This is just an example, Alice. Don't worry. I want to make my point clear." Paul smiled and stepped closer. His hand began to rub her mound, but the feeling was muted by her pants. Still Alice was aware of her body's response. She felt more wet than ever.
"I g-guess you're just trying to d-demonstrate." She looked helplessly in his dark, friendly eyes.
"There you go. Now a baboon grooms the mate." He reached his hand into her pants and then rubbed her cunt through the thin material of her panties.
"Can't you just t-tell me?" Alice asked meekly.
"I wouldn't be able to drive my point home." Paul continued to rub the soaking wet material.
Alice was flush. She didn't know what to do. She knew she shouldn't let a man touch her like this, but it felt too good to be angry with him. She told herself it would be over when he finished his description.
Yet it seemed Paul had forgotten what he had started talking about. "I know you like this Alice."
"What about the baboons?"
"Oh, I'll have to prepare you better. You see a male must initiate the mating ritual and be accepted by the female. If he doesn't do the right thing nature will have made a mistake. You wouldn't want nature to make a mistake would you?"
"Oh no!" Alice had closed her eyes. His fingers were pushing deep between her legs. She stepped wider for his hand to penetrate better.
Paul's other hand unfastened and tugged her pants down to her knees. The stroking hand reached inside her panties and he made direct contact with her clittorus.
"Ohhh. Umm. I-I think we should stop." Alice begged.
"We can't do that now. We have to let nature take it's course."
"Oh, please stop." She murmured almost as an echo as her body began to match his rhythm.
"Well maybe I should check it out." Paul sounded concerned. He continued to fuck her with his fingers as he bent down to his knees. His face peered close to her pumping hips. "Oh, I see what the problem is. There's this finger inside your cunt!"
"No, Paul, please. I can't stand it."
Paul stopped and showed her the finger. "Hmm, what's all this sticky stuff?"
Alice's hips kept sliding up and down. Her thighs rubbed together, begging for his touch. Alice tried to pull up her pants, but Paul stopped her with a word.
"Just a second." Paul ran his finger in his mouth. "I'm afraid this doesn't taste quite right. I'll have to explore further."
"Please Paul, stop it. We shouldn't be doing this." Alice begged.
Paul ignored her and pulled down her panties. Then he planted his face into her pussy. He began to suck noisily. Alice almost fainted from the sensations he gave her.
"Oh my God, Paul! No. Not there. Ohhh. Arrrrrgg, Unnngghh!" Her body began to quiver. "Let me go. Oh please let me go. Mmmmgh!" Her cunt was madly twisting and wrenching his darting tongue. Her clit screamed for release. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled his head into her fiery nest. Her hips ground down on his tongue as he kept stabbing her pussy with it. A bombshell went off inside her head and she shrieked! The feeling was more intense than she had ever experienced. She came into Pauls' face. "AAAHHHH! AAAAaaaaaaa! Ooohh." she cried. She gasped and whimpered as Paul continued to suck more and more bursts into her nervous system.
Paul looked up from his triumphant deed. He was leering at her. "Now Alice, the male baboon mounts the female." Paul stood up. He unzipped his pants and pulled his shorts away to release his burgeoning cock.
Alice stared at it with fright. "Paul, can't we just... Please, I'm not ready." She trembled.
"Baboons must always be ready." Paul laughed. He reached around her and pulled her close. His prick jabbed against her belly. It reached up under her shirt. Its warm, soft flesh rubbed into her navel.
Alice hung her head on Paul's shoulder. She was too dizzy, too drained. All of the day's trials had left her weak. She couldn't resist anymore. Her eyes closed and she saw the face of the stranger who accosted her yesterday.
"All you need is a good fuck!" The words echoed in her liquid brain.
"Fuck me." She said.
Paul's hands had moved under her shirt, massaging her bounteous tits beneath her bra. His lips touched her cheek lightly and he breathed heavily into her ear. One hand left her breasts and guided her hand to his throbbing prick.
It felt like a warm rolled roast. She instinctively stroked it like she had the young black boy's cock. She tried to kiss Paul but his face reached down between her cleavage and he tongued her sore skin. His hand was slowly unbuttoning her shirt.
"Keep pulling on my cock. That's it. You are wonderful."
She was wonderful she thought. Paul really liked her. It would be okay she assured herself. She began to rub his dick harder.
"Unnnhh, yeah, Alice, do it!" He started thrusting into her petite hand as he unfastened her bra. When her tits fell naked on her chest he greedily began to suck them. She moaned. Her pussy was responding. She could feel her desire rebuild, and was amazed. His cock felt like a perfect tool for her pussy. She wanted him inside her, and at that thought Paul pulled his beautiful dick out of her hand and pushed her against the book rack.
"Now, spread your legs." He commanded softly.
Alice hesitated, watching his wonderful face, then she stepped wider so he could begin to fuck her.
Paul pushed his dick against her mound and rubbed her there gently. She swooned. Her clit had swollen until it was as hard as his cock. She hugged him as his cock spread her accepting labia. She sucked in her breath as Paul speared her hot cunt. She could feel the subtle vibration of the van on its suspension. Her ass pushed into the wall of books as Paul pushed his eager member into her wanting hole. She thought about all those precious books as she was being fucked against them. Her pussy ached at the thought. Her body boiled with need.
"Harder." She whispered.
Paul pulled back and sunk his prick into her with a mighty heave. His meaty cock ripped her hymen and buried itself against her cunt walls. He rapidly fucked the greedy cunt and grabbed her shoulders. "God, you are incredible! Your pussy feels like a hot, wet, mouth."
"Oh, Paul don't stop. I need you. Fuck me harder."
Paul rammed his dick into her and pounded her against the book rack. She moaned audibly and he groaned in response. This woman was an amazing fuck, her pussy was like velvet. Her body felt like an eager child's. He wanted to keep fucking her forever.
"Oh no, Paul. I'm comming." Alice whimpered. She held her eyes shut as the feeling ripped up inside her with his sawing cock compressing the feeling into her brain.
Paul's balls trembled as if a geyser would erupt. His dick choked back in its rhythm as it prepared to hurl it's white hot load into her convulsing cunt. He cried out in sudden overwhelming orgasm and pumped out every ounce of cum in his body.
They sagged against each other.
Alice didn't know what to do. She had just fucked her favorite author, and she had wanted him like an animal. She panicked a little.
"My clothes, my clothes. I have to get my clothes on." She tried to pick up or pull together her work clothes.
"Relax, everything is fine. Let me look at your tits more. You are beautiful. You were incredible. What are you running off to? We have company Alice." Paul said with a powerful grin.
"That sure was something." Harvey smirked from the steps in the van.
"Oh my God! Get out of here." Alice turned in confusion and frantically tried to hide her naked tits and cunt.
"It's okay, Alice. Harvey likes you. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Don't you like her Harvey?" Paul continued to grin at her like a demon.
Whatever bond she had felt with Paul, burst like a sack of moldy grain. This man was horrible. Who knows what Harvey had seen, and Paul acted like she was just some show girl. Alice kept trying to fit her clothes back on when Paul's strong hand grabbed her own firmly as Harvey spoke.
"I like her just fine. She gave a great performance. Maybe I can give her a little something." Harvey's leer was worse than the old man's.
"It's okay Alice. He's a friend. You want to help my friend don't you."
"Get away from me. I hate you." Alice snapped.
"That's not very friendly." Paul gripped her harder and twisted her arm until she had to lean over.
"Let go of me or I'll scream!"
"No you won't. What would you tell anybody?"
Alice had to think. She had just fucked Paul before she found out he was a creep. She knew the law didn't protect s-sluts. She had been his slut. She told herself and began to cry.
"Let me go. Please. I just want to go away. I'm ruined." She pleaded.
"Hey there girlie, that's not true. You are beautiful." Harvey talked softly. He cupped her low face with his hand and patted her cheek. "You have such a lovely mouth." He said, his hand trembling slightly. Paul's free hand creeped between her thighs from behind.
"We are your friends and we just want to share something with you."
"What?" Alice asked fearfully.
Harvey's crotch was very close to her face. She heard the zipper come down before she saw his fat hand tugging the grip, exposing his bulging cock behind his jockey shorts.
Alice gasped. "No. I beg you." She felt two fingers work their way into her vagina. They prodded the soft flesh stroking her outer lips into rigidity. She felt her clit harden and her breath rose and sank heavily. She was feeling that urge again. She knew that begging only made them more anxious to degrade her. There was nothing she could do.
Harvey unbundled his prick from the obscuring material. It ballooned out and smacked her in the face. "There you go girl. Meat fit for a queen! Doesn't it look delicious?"
Looking down his shaft filled her with dread. So close, it looked like a giant sausage. It swayed gently rubbing on her cheek and lips. It smelled like a warm hot dog and its eye hole peered back her with a bemused smiling crown.
Paul's fingers stole into her pussy. His ministrations began to loosen her thoughts.
"See, we aren't hurting you at all. Just look at Harvey. He really needs you now. He got really hard watching us. Don't you think you should help him?"
"Oh please, let me go." Alice looked hopefully at the two of her captors. Once again Paul's fiery fingers probed sweetly into her pussy. It charmed her flesh to where she could not bear to fight it.
"Are you sure you want me to let your drooling cunt go? It's so vibrant and slick. Even now it twitches merrily at my touch. You could forego this promise, my sweet baboon?" Paul spoke with a smooth tongue.
"N-no." Alice couldn't help herself anymore. Even the nature of Harvey's fat cock seemed to change before her eyes as her newly ignited pussy demanded all that Paul could give. It became a ripe fruit of passion. waiting to stroke her lips and tongue.
At a nod from Harvey, Paul's fingers stilled in her cunt.
"Oh, please don't stop." Alice cried softly, defeated.
"Then it would please you if I stroked your warm pussy flesh more?"
"Then you must please Harvey. Look how hard and in need he is."
"Come now Miss Alice. It needs you as much as you need Paul. Aren't you willing to give as you wish to receive?" Harvey chuckled and winked a Paul. Alice's hungry look was obvious to them.
"Please, more." Alice whimpered.
"Touch it first, kiss it, or..."
"Okay." Alice didn't want to hear her alternative. She closed her eyes and leaned forward pressing her lips gently on the fat cock head. Immediately Paul's hands pressed into her pussy and rubbed her clit gently. A flash of delight rippled through her body. Her mouth opened involuntarily, and Harvey advantageously slipped the head of his cock between her warm, blushing lips.
"Like a greased whore." Harvey said to Paul.
Alice was beyond their taunts. Her slobbering cunt drove sheet after sheet of pleasure throughout her skin, and her brain was lit like a flare. As Harvey pressed more and more of his huge dick into her mouth she gulped it down like sweet meat.
Paul could not contain his bulging cock. Even before the last inch of Harvey's prick gulletted into the wanton librarian he fisted his own ruddy flesh and pressed its head between her ass cheeks seeking the watering spring of her cunt.
"Now suck it." Paul commanded and he drove his cock into her.
"Alice choked on the fat morsel in her mouth, in response to Paul's renewed intrusion. She grunted joyously and clamped her puffed lips upon Harvey's pressing dick.
"Harder." Harvey ordered. He forced his prick back out as she dragged her teeth upon it, and then he stuffed it back into her face.
With Paul's cock plunging rapidly into her cunt from behind, she sucked Harvey greedily as he sawed his meat between her lips.
"God, her cunt is like a volcano." Paul had gripped Alice's firm ass and plugged his piece into her drenched pussy.
"She could suck a watermelon out of a faucet!" Harvey wiped his sweating face. Alice was giving him the best cocksucking he had ever experienced. His cum was about to be forced out of his dick without his consent, yet he desperately wanted to hold out longer. "What kind of hose monster are you, bitch?" He stared in awe at Alice stuffed full of his thick prick.
"Jesus, this is the second coming!" Paul grunted. He split her ass wide and dug a finger into her asshole. Alice nearly jumped, but instead she began to convulse as her second enormous cum filled her brain with cannon blasts and thunder.
Paul's cock leaped inside her one final time and blasted her cunt with gallons of white hot cum lather.
Harvey bucked mightily trying to hold off but the crazed librarian pulled on his dick with the force of a vacuum and his wad of salty goo shot out of his prick and filled her mouth cavity until spurts of pure cum ejected from the edges of her lips.
They all sagged together down onto the cold metal floor of the library van.
Alice lay beneath them, feeling their cocks sag against her quivering skin. The last of the cum dribbled down her ass and back. She couldn't get herself to move.
Then without a word, Paul and Harvey exchanged glances, pulled their pants back in place, and stepped victoriously out of the van.
Alice shivered, naked, in the tiny aisle of her vehicle. She could still feel the last pulse of her tremendous orgasm fluttering through her. Everything had changed. Two complete strangers had fucked her and forced her to suck a cock, and she had loved every minute. In a flash all the realization of her long forgotten needs flooded her brain.
As she tried to comprehend the surging feelings and thoughts, she struggled up and grabbed her discarded clothes.
What was I doing? I was mad. She told herself. Like some horny animal, she had serviced the aggressive males of her species, and every moment had been delicious. She had never experienced such a raw force of nature. She had always thought she was above such barbaric cloys, but it had found her anyway and proved itself her master. What was she going to do?
Praying nobody noticed, inside the van she raced to wipe the spurts of cum drying on her skin and drag her clothes back on. Then she scrambled into the driver seat and gunned the engine into life. With a screech of tires she leapt the van back onto the street and headed for the library.
With a jolt she halted the large van into it's reserved space before the grand entrance of the city library. The books almost flew off their shelf. She grabbed the two crates of books to return and she hustled inside the one place she could feel absolutely together.
The solemn atmosphere and reverent stacks helped her tortured mind relax just enough to remember to deliver the books to the appropriate receiving station, and then she walked quickly to her tiny office and locked the door, after hanging her 'on break' sign outside.
She pulled the shade over her small window and slumped down in her hardwood chair trying to bring her thoughts back into focus.
Alice tried to tell herself she had been wickedly abused and forced to perform horrible acts. The whole day seemed like a devious plot to drive her insane with sex. First she had overheard two women fucking, then a demented black boy had frightened her to fondle his youthful prick. Afterward, that horrid old man had extorted her to reveal her naked tits and cunt to him. Then finally, Paul and then Harvey had seduced her and reduced her to a quivering, soulless bitch begging to be fucked and suck cock. And she had found it all to be so horribly, incredibly, satisfying. What was she going to do? Already the memory of her ordeal lit new sparks in her twice fucked cunt. Soon her second run of the day would begin, and she didn't know what she might be capable of. Perhaps she should call in sick, but the responsibilities placed upon her were a badge of honor. She never shirked the duty she had come to love. In quiet quandary, she lay her head upon the desk and closed her eyes from swelling uncertainty.