At the branch library's check-out desk the next morning, Letha's pale-brown eyes looked dazed behind the glasses she had to wear for close work. The head librarian looked askance at her condition.
"I hope you weren't dissipating yourself last night," she said sternly. "The reading public deserves our best efforts, you know."
"Dissipating myself? Oh, no! Serving our library patrons is my only real pleasure."
The tight-lipped, silver-haired bitch cast Letha a doubting glance and stalked away – no doubt to watch her from some hidden vantage point.
It was hard for Letha not to smile more than was allowed. After some rest and a chance for her sharply nibbled clit to cool, she felt the lingering aftershocks of orgasm, first with Jim Carver and then with his bound wife. It had been fun, and the lonely widow, stuck all day behind a dreary check-out desk, knew that she must soon venture into the night again. Her restless pussy had been pleased but not satisfied. Not by a long shot!
Her efforts to appear calm and efficient became more difficult when Ellen Carver came in to return an armful of religious books.
"These aren't due yet, but would you please check them off. I'm up to my limit on the number I can have out at one time, and I need some new books today."
"Of course," Letha said, straining to use her official voice. "I'll check these in now and you can take out any other six books you desire."
Letha felt a chill. Was it just her imagination, or was Ellen Carver looking at her with knowing dark eyes? Her heart leaped into her throat when the woman asked, "Don't I know you?"
"Er, well… I have worked behind this desk almost three years, and you are a regular patron."
"I mean somewhere else. The country club? A charity ball perhaps?"
Letha had to clench her teeth to keep from laughing out loud.
"I don't think so," she said tersely. "Nobody gets into the country club or attends charity balls on a librarian's salary."
"I suppose not." Ellen Carver leaned forward and whispered confidentially, "Do you have any good books on sex?"
"S-s-sex?"
"Yes, you know… different positions, different techniques."
"Well, we do have a few marriage manuals in our adult section. Those shelves aren't open to everyone, but I can get a key and let you into the room."
"Would you, please?" Mrs. Carver asked eagerly. "And one other thing… is there a young woman working around here who has blue eyes and long black hair?"
Letha chilled and shook her head. "N-no. No one like that."
"She has a very pretty face, much like yours," Mrs. Carver persisted.
"I-I don't know anyone who looks even a little like me."
"What a pity! I wanted to invite her to the country club. Some stuffy friends of mine would do well to meet her."
"I'm afraid I can't help you… except with sex books, of course. Right this way, ma'am."
In the small, windowless room where books on adult subjects were kept locked beyond reach of curious young hands, Ellen Carver turned and eyed the helpful young assistant librarian again. There might be a sinuous, lithe body beneath that bulky tweed suit, she thought, and the dishwater-blonde hair in a prim little bun could have been covered by a long black wig. And the glittering blue eyes she remembered they might have been an illusion created by silvery moonlight.
"Do you by chance have silky black cunt hair, soft as mink?" Mrs. Carver asked bluntly.
"Ooooh! Er, no, I don't."
"I want to see. I know I've seen that wry little smile before!" Ellen turned on the cowering librarian, "I just know you have cunt hair black and silky as mink, and sexual instincts to match."
By then, Ellen Carver had pulled Letha's prim white panties down. Her cupped hand felt her bald pussy mound.
She cried, "Oooh, my God! You don't have any cunt hair at all!"
Letha's mind raced to improvise. "My favorite man likes to pretend that I'm a very young girl. He calls me Baby Cunt, so I keep my pussy shaved for his pleasure."
Ellen's face blushed red. She gulped, then fingered the bald pussy again.
"What a sweet thing for a young woman to do! I've just learned how important it is for a woman to please her man."
Ellen worked a finger into Letha's shaved pussy slit, making it squirm with tremors of desire.
"I've also learned that two women can pleasure each other," Ellen said. "I can feel your baby cunt seething and squirming. Would you like me to lick and suck it to a climax for you?"
"Ooooh, Christ… no! I get sharp looks and a scolding from the head librarian if I even smile too much when I'm checking out books."
"Don't let the old bitch bother you. I'm president of the library board of trustees. I'll have her out of here on her ass if she so much as raises her voice. I want to suck your cunt! There's something wildly exciting about a baby-bald pussy!"
"Ooooh!" Ellen's finger was sinking in deeper and Letha was afraid the woman would recognize the cunt she'd been forced to eat the night before.
"At least let me lock the door," the librarian said.
"No, there isn't time. I'm hungry for cunt because I've just learned how delicious it can be."
Mrs. Carver forced Letha to her knees with hands amazingly strong. The librarian gave in with a sigh, arching her back over a pile of books that had fallen to the floor. Ellen Carver, once a frigid wife and still president of the library board of trustees, bent over her, soft lips smirking with a wolfish grin.
"Last night my husband and I were visited by a beautiful Phantom dressed all in black," she said. "At first I thought it might have been you in clever disguise. But no, you're much too timid. You don't want me to eat your cunt, do you?"
"No, I could lose my job!"
"Not with me as your loving patron. I could have you made head librarian just by snapping my fingers… as easy as licking your cunt!"
"Ooooh!" Letha could not help responding when the woman's sinewy tongue wiggled into her cunt. It plunged deep and then curled back to circle around her bulging clit.
Letha screamed. "My pussy is coming and my ass is on the line!"
Ellen's whipping and plunging tongue fired a climax of intense grinding contractions that made Letha forget the library's strict rule about talking in hushed tones.
She bucked her hips off the pile of books and screamed. "Eat me! Suck my cunt and make me cum!"
Mrs. Carver burrowed her head into the smooth pussy.
"Cum!" she said through lips glossed with seeping fuck honey. "Cum with me, you timid little bitch!"
"Ooooh! I can't help it!" Letha's deep writhing contractions of pleasure had begun.
It was then that the door to their private sex chamber burst open.
"What in God's good name is going on here?" the head librarian's frosty voice demanded.
Letha's face paled, despite the hammering pulse of her orgasmic contractions.
"Sex education?" she suggested.
"You're fired!" shrilled Prudence Stark as her assistant sprawled on the floor, bucking her cunt into the mouth of a dark-haired woman with a mouth like a suction pump.
Ellen Carver reared her head up, lips curved maliciously, dripping with honey fresh from Letha's cunt. "She isn't going to be fired, but you might be if you don't get your ass out of here! I've found this library has a piss-poor selection of books on sexual pleasure, so I've launched my own research project. If you know what's good for you, you'll get back to the main desk and order some books that will help horny people!"
"Yes, of course. Right away. There are many titles available that I didn't think fitting, even for adult minds. But now that I know your wishes…"
Prudence Stark recognized the president of the library board of trustees, even though she never expected to see Mrs. Carver in such a compromising position. Nervous and blushing, she hurried out of the room and locked the door behind her.
Miss Stark sat at her desk, anxiously wringing her hands with more on her mind than ordering sex books to please her employer. Prudence was a confirmed lesbian who took pains to hide the fact because of her position. She never mixed library business with personal pleasure, but she'd seen Letha Gerard's baby bald pussy and thinking about it made the tall, silver-haired dyke's clit tingle. She wanted to clit-fuck her young assistant in the worst way.
Getting tongue-fucked to three great climaxes in the library's adult section did nothing to increase Letha's powers of concentration. It made her widowed pussy more anxious for cock than ever.
Letha also felt a subtle change in her usually strained relationship with Miss Stark. The older woman was almost too friendly. Twice she made round-about inquiries. Was Letha lonely in widowhood? And then just before closing time, Miss Stark asked Letha if she would like to have dinner with her that night.
Letha had to assume it was because of her obviously close relationship with Mrs. Carver. She never would have dreamed the frosty old bitch had the mad galloping hots for her smooth pussy. It wouldn't have, mattered if she'd known. What Letha needed was a cock. The bigger the better.
Just two minutes before the library was due to close, an anxious-looking young man hurried in. Letha was straightening up the check-out desk, getting ready to leave, when he approached.
He was nineteen, she knew, by glancing at the library card he presented. His name was Richard Sims. Six feet four inches tall, weight two hundred and thirty-five pounds. A strapping big hunk with a ruggedly handsome young face.
"I know it's late, but I just got off work," he whispered urgently. "And this is real important to me."
"I'll be happy to help you," Letha said with a warm smile.
"Do-do you have any books about s-s-sex?" the young man asked in a low voice.
"Not right now there was a woman in earlier who checked out all we have on that subject." Letha grinned.
"Damn!" Richard Sims said dejectedly.
"I know the head librarian has ordered more," Letha told him. "They'll be in next week."
"That won't help me. I'm getting married this weekend."
"Oooooh, I see."
"No, you don't. I'm-I'm still a virgin and the girl I'm going to marry isn't. She was engaged to this other guy before me, and he… well, he taught her a lot of things I don't know. I'm going to make a fucking fool out of myself on our honeymoon."
Letha made a note of the address shown on his library card. "Will you be home this evening?"
"Oh, yeah… why?"
"Well, I'll go through all the books that were returned today. If I find something that might help you, I could drop it off at your apartment."
"Hey, that would be great! I really appreciate it!" He smiled and softly pinched her check. "You're a doll! A real doll!"
"Thank you," she said, beaming. "And don't you worry about a thing. I'll make certain that you enjoy your honeymoon!"
Letha decided against wearing her Phantom outfit that evening. It might be too much for a young virgin male to accept. Besides, she wanted to fuck completely nude and feel his strong hands all over her body.
But she did need to disguise herself. Richard didn't look like the kind who could be persuaded to fuck a mild-mannered and apparently innocent assistant librarian. A wiser and more experienced woman was what he needed.
She pasted on her black mink pussy wig, and then put on a black wet look vinyl mini-skirt. No need for panties with what she had in mind. Letha was hoping Rich had a cock as big as the rest of him. Thoughts of a huge thick prick made her shiver with excitement all the time it took her to get dressed.
Letha put on her long black high-heeled cavalier boots and a clinging tube-type top that came up barely far enough to cover her firm, sharp-peaked tits witch were already heaving expectantly. She put an her long black wig, brushed it smooth, then hurried out of the door.
Sims lived in one of those swinging singles apartment complexes. Letha was propositioned three times on her way to his door. The last offer came from a great-looking guy about her own age. He said he loved her blue eyes. She smiled and said, "Some other time," carefully making a note of his apartment number. Letha planned to visit him on her way out if Richard Sims' hot virgin cock didn't measure up to expectations.
She knocked on the door. It was answered by a young man she'd never seen before. Probably Rich's roommate.
"Er, is Richard here?" she asked.
"No, not right now, and you're here three hours early, but that's all right if it doesn't cost extra. Come in." He grabbed her arm and pulled Letha into the apartment. "The party's a surprise. We don't want Richard to see you standing in the hall when he comes back."
"Wait a minute – what party? And what shouldn't cost extra?"
"Richard's bachelor party. Aren't you the whore his father hired to break the boy in?"
Letha's mouth gaped in shock. There were fifteen young men lounging around the living room, most drinking beer, all looking extremely horny and staring at her.
She thought, What the hell? Why not go along with the gag?
"I don't like being called a whore," Letha said. "But I did come here to teach Richard a few things."
"Ooohh, baby… you can teach me any time! How about a quickie before the guest of honor gets backs?"
"Cool it," said the guy who answered the door. "Rich gets her first. It's his party. After that, we'll all take turns."
"Wait a minute…" Letha whirled toward the door. A brawny big hulk was leaning against it.
"Too late to change your mind, sweetheart. The guys are all counting on you."
"We're gonna do more than count on her," someone else said with a wicked cackle of laughter.
"Let's get her into the bedroom and make her ready," said the guy who answered the door. He was a craggy-faced six-footer with unruly blonde hair and a rampant bulge that threatened to break the crotch of his designer jeans. "My name is Dick Williams," he said. "LONG Dick Williams, the guys call me. I'm going to be Rich's best man at the wedding, so I get you when you've taught him a few tricks."
Letha shivered. Fifteen horny young males were more than she bargained for. About fifteen times more! They swarmed around her, all excited, pushing and shoving, forcing her into the bedroom in a tide of male flesh.
A big waterbed dominated the room. It had been stripped of sheets, blankets and the mattress pad – right down to the clear, gleaming vinyl of the water bag.
"We knew there'd be a lot of jism spilled tonight, so I made the bed easy for clean up. Op your back, baby. The chains are waiting."
"Chains? What chains?"
"That was part of the deal. Rich's old man paid an extra fifty for a lady who likes it rough."
"No, I don't want – I mean, you don't understand! Stop pushing me! Leave me alone. Ooooh!" She fell back screaming and sprawled across the bed.
"The S amp;M whores all put up a little fight first," some guy said. "It's part of the act. You know, like they don't really want it."
"I don't!" Letha cried. But four sets of rough male hands had grabbed her arms and legs, spreading them wide toward the corners of the bed.
"This has gone far enough!" she cried.
Other hands tore at her clothes. The tube-type clinging top and her mini-skirt were both unceremoniously yanked off.
Naked except for her high black boots, Letha struggled in vain. Four lengths of silvery stainless steel chain ran from the sturdy bedposts. Two at the head ended in manacles sized to fit a woman's slender wrists. They snapped shut with a bone-chilling clank. She kicked and struggled uselessly against the strength of two leering young men who stood at the foot of the bed. They held her flailing legs wide apart and napped larger locking bands around her booted ankles.
"Guys!" she protested, half out of breath, "Let me go! I'm not the whore you're expecting. I'm a librarian!"
That brought a raucous peal of laughter from the men. Long Dick Williams laughed louder than most. "A librarian!" he howled. "That's funny! That's real funny!"
"It's true!"
"Yeah? Well, check-out this little volume!" Long Dick opened his fly and hauled out the prick that earned him his nickname.
"Ooooh, my God! They should have called you Killer!"
Fourteen other young males ringed the bed, all of them pulling down zippers and digging out cocks. Long ones, short ones, thick and thin. Letha's eyes darted nervously from one to another. There had to be ten feet of throbbing, hot prick in the room. And every inch of it was cumed at her.