The following morning Laura Swenson was so rattled she smoked her first cigarette in public with trembling fingers. The librarian sat in her office, puffing on it slowly, trying to tell herself it was only her imagination, but it sounded hollow in her own ears.
Other kids worn pinning broadly and gaping at her through her glassed-in office, and she had the sinking feeling she was in a zoo. Not just that idiot Eddie Mulrooney, hung like a bull, but Amy Harris' brother Tommy, and a few other, all boys. Which one? she thought furiously. Which one had boasted and set the cogs of total destruction churning aver her life and career – Jimmy or Sherry?
Hell, it didn't really matter, she thought with sickening dread. They knew, and if mere adolescents knew every sordid detail, how long would it take for the word to spread to the self-righteous town citizens?
Sitting primly at her desk, with her long shapely legs crossed beneath her, Laura debated furiously with herself whether she should summon Jimmy and Sherry and question them herself. Foolish, she decided. They would both deny it. And besides, she didn't want to be seen with either of them now. It would only add fuel to the roaring fire. She stubbed out her cigarette with shaking fingers.
There was only one thing to do, bluff it out two more days, until Saturday. Then if she felt the pressure was too intense or threatening, she'd leave town fast, possibly use another name elsewhere.
Oh Christ, she thought with anguish, why couldn't I see it coming? She knew the answer. All those dry barren years, all the wild exciting fantasies that smoldered in her mind as she watched beautiful, ripening children day after day, the long tormented and lonely night she'd caressed and rubbed her own heaving tits and hot, aching thighs, they had to vent themselves or she'd go mad with frustration.
She'd tightly bottled up her natural passion until it erupted in an explosion of lust and danger. Only two more days she reminded herself. All I have to do is hang on for two more days and nights. What could happen in two short days?
If the voluptuous, tortured brunette knew, she would have run for her life.
Time was like a time bomb ticking away that night, as Laura took her bath and then lay in bed, chain-smoking. If she left town abruptly on Saturday, she could have everything taken care of by mail. Selll the furniture, the house, everything but her car and clothes. But where to go and what to do? San Francisco was a wild city, only a few hundred miles up the coast. An idea was beginning to take shape in her mind, but before she could pursue it, the doorbell rang.
A chill of fear rushed through her. Ignore it? But it rang again and again and she knew they'd see her car in the driveway and know she was home.
The naked brunette slipped on her robe and went downstairs, praying it wasn't Sherry or Jimmy.
She opened the door and felt her knees almost give way.
Eddie Mulrooney stood on her porch, grinning mischievously. Two other boys shuffled behind him and she recognized Amy Harris' brother Tommy and another boy called Buzz. They all reeked of beer.
"What are you doing here?" she asked coldly.
"Uh, we, just, we wanted to talk to you, Miss Swenson. Just for a few minutes, you know?"
"See me at the library tomorrow," she said coolly. "I don't like to be bothered at home."
"Can't wait," Eddie said grimly. "It's, uh, important, you know? Real important, Miss Swenson."
"I don't give a damn," she mapped and began to close the door.
"It's about Jimmy," Eddie said quickly. "About Sunday afternoon, in your kitchen."
The little bastard! Laura swayed slightly from fear. So it was Jimmy, not sweet Sherry, who'd set the wolves on her. And Jimmy had told them, probably in vivid detail, how she'd gone down on her nephew in the kitchen and about the torrid fucking session afterward. They knew everything. She could see it in their faces, in their sly grins and excited eyes. Blackmail, pure and simple. She tried bluffing.
"I don't know anything about Jimmy in my kitchen," she said icily. "My nephew is a known liar. Now if you don't leave, I'm going to call your parents. Is that clear?"
"You do and you'll be sorry," Tommy Harris said, beer giving him courage. "We'll talk to our parents, too, you know. And maybe they'll think one of us is lying, but not all three, Miss Swenson. I mean, they'll check it out, right?"
A wave of utter helplessness gripped Laura. In a low resigned voice, she said, "All right. Come in, but be quiet."
The three boys filed into her kitchen, whispering Laura took a deep breath as she faced them, aware that her creamy upper tits held their gaze.
"How much money do you want? Just to keep your silly little mouths shut for a while… only a few days." An admission of guilt, she knew, but they had her and they knew it she had to fight for time, just one more precious day. She'd get out in the morning, and fast.
"We don't want any money," Eddie Mulrooney said quickly. His eyes raked over her body.
"Oh, don't tell me," she said sarcastically, "you want what Jimmy got, right?"
The three of them nodded, gulping nervously. Laura turned her back on them and found a cigarette, lighting it with shaking hands. If she threw them out, she was completely finished. If she gave them what they wanted, she was also mined, inevitably, but she would gain a single day, she was certain. And by tomorrow noon, when the gossip would be wildfire, she'd be on her way to San Francisco. She had no choice. She turned to face them.
"Will you keep your nasty little mouths shut for a few days if I give you what you want?"
"Sure, oh yeah," Eddie said, and the others nodded violently. "We swear, Miss Swenson."
Laura sighed, feeling degraded. "Follow me," she said. She led them up to her bedroom and switched off the bedside lamp, but the room was still semi-lit from the street lamp. She turned to Buzz and Tommy.
"You two wait in the hallway. I don't want you wandering around the house and I don't want one Goddamn sound out of you. Now shut the door on your way out."
"But why is he first?" Tommy said.
"Get out or I'll kick you in the balls!" Eddie snarled, and they rushed out, closing the door.
"So you're the stud with the famous cock," she said dryly, slipping off her robe. Eddie sucked in his breath, his eyes bulging at her lush tits and thighs. "Well, get undressed," she said impatiently, and she lay back on the bed with her long legs spread, her pussy-lips waiting.
She felt like a whore so she may as well think and talk like one, she realized. Possibly she deserved this, but as long as she was leaving town forever she might as well enjoy herself. As long as she was forced to do it, why not give them something to remember in the years to come? Hell, why not make the most of it?
"My God," she muttered when Eddie slipped off his pants, and the librarian sat up, startled. Between the boy's chunky thighs was poised an enormous erection – a huge throbbing rod of meat that was almost grotesquely beautiful as it quivered eagerly in front of him like a battering ram. His balls, too, were massive, covered with dark fuzz.
"Bring that over here," Laura murmured huskily, sitting on the edge of the bed. Eddie stepped between her thighs and groaned as the brunette lewdly stroked her fingers over its gorged length. She felt a wild thrill of excitement as the gigantic rod pounded hotly in her hands, its knob like a giant red peach.
"No wonder the schoolgirls shake in tenor when they see you," Laura marveled. The lusting young prick leaped fiercely as Laura squeezed it tightly. "When is the last time you had sex, Eddie?"
The boy's face turned red. "I, uh, not for a while, Miss Swenson. Not for a long while." It had been six months actually, since a weary prostitute at the local whorehouse agreed to take him on for an extra five dollars. And from the delicious feel of the brunette's silken fingers caressing his urgently throbbing prick, Eddie feared he would come on the spot and make a fool of himself.
But Laura knew he was close to coming, could feel the pent-up load rippling massively in his hot meat. She also knew at his age and in his frantic state he'd get it up again in two or three minutes, easily.
"Listen, Eddie," she told him tenderly, "I know you're very anxious, so don't worry about coming in my mouth. In fact, I want you to. Understand?"
The boy nodded and a moment later a wild groan wiled out of his throat when she seized the head of his dick and grasped it deep in her wet mouth. She held its heavy length up in her hand, hunching her mouth down on it in a fever of abandon and beginning to suck the colossal organ with rapid jerks of her lips. She gave the blow-job her total attention, putting her dangerous situation completely out of her mind so she could wallow in his tremendous hot prick.
Eddie clenched his fists lightly and began gasping with urgency as her mouth worked on him hungrily. Quivers of fantastic excitement were building up in his loins as she pumped the trunk of his hard-on in her fist and simultaneously sucked hotly on his cock-head. When he couldn't endure it and more, he reared back his head and emitted a violent grunt.
"I'm coming! Oh, shit, Miss Swenson! Oh, oh, my balls! Ooooo, I'm getting my nuts off! Shit!"
Quickly, Laura grabbed his balls in her hand, coaxing his ejaculation, and she gulped as much of his shuddering meat into her mouth as she could, feeling choked. His come began then, spurting in great gushes of salty waves. It stung the greedy brunette's throat and eagerly she swallowed again and again, dazed at the endless flood of semen, moaning in wonder as the boiling fountain spasmed for another solid minute.
It took her another two minutes to suck out every final drop, wriggling his softening meat in her fingers to milk it. With a gasp, she let his deflated cock slide out of her mouth.
"Wheeeeeew!" Eddie groaned, shaking his head. "What a way to go!"
Laura clung to his heavy rod like a prized possession. "Was that your first blow-job, Eddie?"
He gazed at her, shocked. The word sounded obscene anyway, but coming from the prim town librarian's lips, it was downright astonishing. And exciting.
"Yeah, it was," Eddie admitted. "Christ, I never knew getting your rocks off could be so wild."
"Then remember who gave it to you," Laura said. "Remember me, always."
Another notch on my tongue, she thought dryly, and another stab at immortality. Stroking and tonguing his immense rod of flesh and lifting it up to gaze at his big balls, she had him hard again in less than two minutes. But it wasn't necessary to lubricate herself. Her cunt had begun dripping profusely while she was devouring him, and curious shudder of anticipation throbbed in her loins.
For a moment she hesitated while she decided on the best position, the most exciting that would enable her to get every enormous inch of Eddie's hard-on in her tight pussy.
"Lay on your back," she told him. "I'm going to ride you at full gallop and hope I don't break my neck."
Puzzled, Eddie lay back so that his massive prick rose up in the air, vibrating. Laura straddled his flanks, facing him, sitting upright as though on a saddle with a gigantic round knob. She lifted her hips and guided the crimson head so that it barely brushed her trembling cuntlips. She tried coming down gently and cried out in surprise at the sharp pain. She tried again, grinding her wet outer flesh to moisten the tip of his meat, and then she laid down an inch.
"Good God!" she panted, shivering as the fiery knob pulsed inside her like a humming dynamo, sending spasms of thrills racing along her cunt. Slowly, the aroused brunette gyrated her pussy-lips on the head of his burning prick, jerking steadily on his shaft. She felt impaled on a red-hot poker and she hissed with wanton joy as she eased her gorged pussy down another inch.
"What a prick!" she moaned happily. Carefully, so as not to rip her tender cunt-flesh, she began to swing up and down on the colossal hot meat to a gentle rhythm.
"Feels great!" Eddie gasped beneath her still feeling awkward, he reached up and gripped her ripe tits in his hands eagerly. They were silky and luscious in his fingers, not at all like the budding mounds he occasionally got to grope in the back seat of a car. He didn't have to worry about coming at once this time since she'd sucked him off so frantically, so Eddie reveled in the velvety heat of her lush, tight cunt as it rode up and down on his cock. As long as she didn't speed up, he could stay with her.
"What a fuck you are, Eddie," the brunette panted feverishly as she swung harder and faster on his rod. The friction was so hot and intense Laura could feel her first orgasm gathering for its explosion. She began swinging her hips in circles, hissing and moaning as the giant cock-head gorged one side of her pussy, then the other.
"Must get every gorgeous inch – Ooooooo! – into the hilt! What a chunk of meat!"
Again Eddie was shocked. After all, the librarian was a lady. Everyone in town knew that. What Eddie couldn't know was that the cool brunette had practiced these lewd phrases countless times in her mind, as she lived out countless sex-fantasies over the long years. Now the words seemed perfectly natural to her as she deliriously fucked the schoolboy with the magnificently endowed prick.
Laura shuddered madly as her first orgasm shot through her bursting cunt, and she clawed at Eddie's flanks savagely with her nails. She jerked faster and more furiously on his throbbing cock, clenching her teeth in pain as she managed to ram another two inches inside her frenzied slit.
"Oh, you beautiful little bastard," she sobbed, slapping her ass up and down violently on his crotch in bliss. "Oh, you fucking bull! Eddie Mulrooney – Aaaaaagh! – you're literally too MUCH!"
The feverish librarian didn't know whether she'd managed to gorge her cunt to the hilt with his giant shaft, but she felt as though someone had shoved a blazing melon so far up her crevice it was in her stomach.
"C-coming!" she cried, "oh fuck! Oh mother! Oh Eddie!"
"Me too," Eddie groaned beneath her. Her bouncing tits were sweating freely in his hands, and the balled knot of come in his groin felt like a seething volcano. "Me too!"
Now Laura rode his hard rod to an intense fury, lunging sharply back and forth, then side to side, pounding his flanks with her fists to vent her exploding excitement. His flew knob battered brutally to the very recesses of her lush cunt, and when his liquid shot, Laura gritted her teeth to keep from screaming as the molten orgasm shattered her pussy.
It took her five minutes to subside, moaning while Eddie heaved for breath. Even with his cock soft, her writhing slit felt gorged.
"They may call you a schoolboy," Laura sighed as she slipped off his heavy rod, "but don't let them kid you, Eddie. You're a man."
Eddie glowed with pride as she dabbed his cock dry with a towel. She gave it a final tender kiss before he slipped on his pants.
At the doorway he paused. "Gee, thanks, Miss Swenson."
"You have got to be kidding, Eddie Mulrooney," she sighed. "Thank you."
Buzz came into the room for his turn, then Tommy followed. Sometime later the boys left and Laura felt safe for at least another day.