They released her Saturday at noon when the revelers reluctantly ended their orgy to dress for the wedding. Letha went home and slept soundly, curled on her side. Both her pussy and ass were too sore to let them touch the mattress.
She slept all day Sunday, bone-weary after three days and nights of virtually nonstop sex. Even when she had dozed off at the party, some guy had a cock in her. Sometimes more than one.
Monday morning, Letha called in sick. She told the head librarian that she had a sore throat, vaginal cramps and distress of the lower intestine.
Miss Stark had been quite sympathetic. "Stay in bed and get lots of rest. That's the best thing for you."
Letha was still weak and weary-eyed the following day when Miss Stark saw her standing behind the check-out desk instead of sitting in her usual chair.
"My dear, sit down," the stately, silver-haired woman said.
"Er, no… I'm all right. But I'd rather stand."
"No, no! In fact, the way you look, I think you should lie down. Come with me, there's a couch in my private office."
"All right." Letha restrained a grin. The power that Ellen had given her over Miss Stark was working wonders.
She'd expected to be lectured severely for taking time off sick, not escorted into a private office and asked to lie down. But then Letha had no idea how secretly horny her boss had been since seeing her luscious pussy mound shaved smooth.
"Take off that bulky tweed suit," Miss Stark suggested with seeming concern. "It's much too warm for a day like this and it looks to me like you have a fever."
Indeed she did. Letha's body was still radiating heat from all the cocks that had filled her ass, pussy and mouth for three days, and her skin shined from all the creamy jism that massaging hands had rubbed in.
Letha stretched out on the comfortable wide couch wearing her panties and bra and a pink slip. Miss Stark locked the office door behind them and said: "So we won't be disturbed." Then she called her assistant working at the main desk and said, "Hold all my calls. I'm… I'm in conference. It's a personal… I mean, a personnel matter."
"You don't have to go to so much trouble for me," Letha said. There was something unsettling in the woman's gray eyes.
"My dear, it's no trouble at all. Your health is my only concern." Miss Stark sat on the edge of the couch and held Letha's hands in hers.
"I'm all right, really. I-I should be getting back to work."
"I've had another girl covering the check-out desk for three days. A little while longer won't matter a bit. I want to get to know you better."
"Get to know me?" The tone wasn't like the icy Miss Stark she knew.
"Yes, my sweet. Much better! Ellen Carver isn't the only one attracted to you." She put her hands on Letha's firm tits and fondled them gently through bra and silky pink slip. Letha gasped in shock.
"Lie still," the older woman insisted. "I know you enjoyed lesbian sex with the president of our board of trustees. Now I want you to enjoy it with me."
"Oooooh," Letha moaned. Sex with anyone was the furthest thing from her mind right then. There wasn't a muscle or nerve anywhere in her body ready for even the slightest stimulation.
"I've loved women all my life," Miss Stark said. Her hands slipped down to Letha's slender waist, then drew together on the dome of her pussy mound.
Letha shivered, not wanting to be touched by even a woman's soft hands.
"I like playing the man's role…"
"Miss Stark!"
"Call me Prudence." She hiked up Letha's pink slip and pulled down her panties. "I haven't been able to think of anything else since I saw your adorable little pussy without any hair at all. It's like a baby's cunt. I know it's an awful thing to admit, but that makes me unbearably horny. I've done nothing but dream about fucking you."
"Prudence, I haven't dreamed about fucking these last couple of nights – I've had nightmares about it! I wasn't sick those three days, I was held prisoner by a bunch of horny young men."
"Oooh, you poor dear," Miss Stark stroked Letha's trembling pussy consolingly. "They must have abused you terribly."
"Abused and, overused."
"I'll make you feel better. I can feel your sleek little cunt responding to my tenderness already."
"That's shivering fatigue you feel. I need sex right now like Custer needed more Indians."
"After that terrible ordeal, you need a woman's gentle and understanding love more than ever. Men are such beasts, but I'll make you forget all about that."
"I don't want to forget, God damn it! I just want to rest. I spent three days in chains."
Miss Stark flashed a chilling grin. "Is that what it takes to excite you?"
"No!" Then Letha smiled. "Well, I mean it was exciting… in a strange sort of way, but…"
"You needn't explain. I understand." Miss Stark slid off the couch and went to the file cabinet behind her large desk. She bent down and opened a locked bottom drawer.
Letha could only see her head and upswept crown of silver hair above the desk top. For the first time she realized how stunning the woman really was. So tall and stately, a face with finely carved classic features. Nicely dressed and properly made up, the woman would be dazzling.
"I've been long devoted to the pleasures of bondage and discipline," Miss Stark said matter-of-factly. "At times that is the only way to satisfy my craving for the younger, more timid little pussies that I find so delectable."
Miss Stark arose smiling, holding a pair of wrist shackles and a set of leg irons in her hand.
"Ooooh, no!" Letha cried, leaping off the couch.
She bolted for the door, not caring that she had nothing on over her lacy pink slip.
She rattled the locked door, twisting and yanking the knob.
"It won't open without the key," Miss Stark said. "And neither will these!"
Prudence grabbed Letha's left arm and wrenched her hand behind her back. The handcuff whacked her wrist and the jaw whirled around to snare it. Letha screamed.
The glowering head librarian yanked her away from the door by pulling on her bound wrist. Letha stumbled and turned. Miss Stark grabbed her right arm, twisted it behind her, and snapped the other cuff closed.
Letha warned, "I'll scream!"
"Go ahead. My office is soundproof and as you can see, it has no windows."
She pulled Letha back toward the couch. Letha's primly coiled blonde hair came loose with all her thrashing. The long hot showers needed to ease pain after three days of bondage had rinsed the dulling toner from her hair. It shined bright as gold, long and silky in its radiant splendor.
"What beautiful blonde hair you have." Prudence Stark stroked a hand down her back. "And what a trim little ass. I'm sure those awful men were delighted with you."
"Yeah, they were."
"Now you know I insist the women who work here dress so as not to display their natural appeal." Miss Stark pushed Letha back and down on the couch. With hands cuffed behind her back there was little she could do to resist.
The leg irons were a pair of broad, locking bands joined by three links of chain to the ends of a solid steel rod. With the ankle cuffs locked in place, the two-and-a-half-foot-long rod would keep her legs spread.
Letha kicked and squirmed, wrenching her shoulders and chafing her shackled wrists. Prudence grabbed one leg and clamped it beneath her arm while locking the hand in place. Then she caught hold of the other.
"No!" Letha moaned, still weak from her three-day ordeal.
Now her legs were locked in steel restraint, spread for pleasure that could not be denied.
Miss Stark smiled with a predatory gleam in her usually cold, gray eyes. She began to undress, slow and sinuous in her movements, like a stalking cat. Her tits were firm and surprisingly full, topped by large nipples. Her tall body as slender, almost sinisterly slim. The long rippling muscles suggested strength and endurance. Her cunt hair was a long and slender wedge of the purest silver. It adorned a sleek mound and curved deep between her slender long legs.
Prudence stood over her, smiling in the triumph of wicked delight. She cupped her hands gracefully beneath her tits and slowly circled her nipples with teasing thumb strokes. They swelled hard and pulsed as she moaned in anticipation.
Then she slid her hands down to her silver cunt hair and fingered her clit. Her moans came louder and faster. A stubby thick nub emerged from her narrow wedge of shining silver cunt hair. Her clit had swelled to the size of a man's thumb tip. An eerie big nub that gleamed with damp warmth.
"My clit will delight yours," she said with a cat-like smile. "That bud of nerves is the center of sexual pleasure in all women. You will feel the heat and tingle of delight without having to suffer vile penetration."
Letha moaned, strangely entranced by the older woman's big clit. It pulsed and surged like a man's cock getting hard.
"Men are so beastly crude," Miss Stark went on. "They only think about violating a woman's innermost reaches with their awful pricks. They too often ignore that wonderful little button of pleasure so easily reached. That's why I'm still a virgin as far as sex with a male is concerned. I've never let a man touch me, and I've shown countless young women the path to unsullied pleasure. They've all forsaken the penis for pure rapture without penetration."
Letha thought, she's a lesbian evangelist. A missionary of all female sex. What a waste! What a crying shame. And still a virgin at her age! A miracle of modem times.
Prudence took a long pair of gleaming library scissors off her desk and began to cut open the front of Letha's pink slip. The cold blade reached her panties and severed them too. Then they cut between the cups of her bra.
"Now the beautiful neophyte is prepared for the worship at the Temple of Lesbos."
Miss Stark knelt between Letha's spread legs, eyes locked on her freshly shaved pussy. She'd lathered it and shaved off silky blonde traces of stubble only that morning.
"Yyyuuunnnm!" the older woman said, bringing her silver-crowned head down.
"Ooooh!"
Letha's cunt had been sucked more times than she could count, but never quite like this. Prudence Stark's tongue had a feathery touch, and a talent for finding nerves normally sheltered from stimulation.
"Passion in its purest form," the head librarian exclaimed.
The head librarian! That made Letha giggle. Miss Stark did give great head!
Letha had thought her pussy was weary beyond pleasure and in dire need of rest, but the swirl of a clever tongue made her clit tingle with pulses of joy. The honey she thought had been drained from her exhausted cunt hole began to flow afresh.
Prudence slid her hands over Letha's sharp tits and whirled her jutting nipples. The blonde writhed beneath her, arching and moaning with delight. Pleasure flowed through her veins. Letha raised her ass off the couch to ease pressure on her cuffed wrists, and to feel more of the lesbian's enticing tongue.
"You'll never want a rough man to touch you again," Miss Stark said. "I will convert you and spare you from male degradation."
Artful cunt sucking only made Letha want to feel cock again, but her lips curled with a sly smile.
"Yyyyeeesss! How marvelous it is to learn new ways. Eat me, Prudence… make me cum."
A plan had formed in her mind. She would feign conversion to passion without the penis – that way she'd never be suspected when the Phantom struck again.
Prudence tongued and sucked her new devotee to an orgasm that built, slowly, the taut spasms increasing with almost unbearable suspense. When the tremors peaked and wrenched, she let out a scream, but Miss Stark kept sucking and twirling. Letha's jarred senses soared.
Then while her bald-shaved pussy was still in the throes of thrilling contractions, Miss Stark lunged forward like a man. Sleek musk, fresh from Letha's cunt, dripped from the woman's smiling lips.
"My luscious little treat," she said. "That was only foreplay. Now I'm going to clit-fuck you to rapturous joy!"
She dropped on her captive and there was an immediate spark as though an electric current had passed between them. Their cunts had touched.
Miss Stark pumped her slender hips and intensified the pressure until Letha was moaning and thrusting back. Their two buttery cunt buds swarmed and squirmed all over each other.
Letha's sharp gasps voiced her delight. She hated being chained and used by the older woman as much as she'd hated being held a helpless prisoner by the young men at first, but she warmed quickly to Prudence Stark's impassioned thrusts. The silver-haired librarian was a consummate master of clit stimulation.
Their clits raged with shocking sensations of pleasure, boiling more wet honey from both of their cunts. The office smelled like a whorehouse on a busy Saturday night.
The blonde's pussy convulsed into spasms of wringing wild pleasure meant to entice a man's cock to explosive eruption. But there was no man's cock. Not even a plunging finger her cunt could get a grip on.
Letha moaned, enjoying the sensations of climax as they came together. Both wailed raptured cries, hugging and kissing with passion, grinding their hips with lewd fervor.
Miss Stark kept up her twisting and grinding thrusts, prolonging the throes of shared rapture several minutes longer than even the most virile man could.
But she had no cock, and she delighted Letha without fully satisfying her. Letha could have screamed: I need a cock! but restrained her cry of frustration because she didn't want Prudence to have even a hint of what was in her mind.
Instead, she grinned contentedly, catching her breath only long after Miss Stark had exhausted herself and stifled her hips.
"I knew you'd like it," the head librarian said with a beaming grin. "Women don't really need crude men. We're better off without them."
Letha was thinking: If you only knew! The delirious aftershocks in her empty cunt were unfulfilling without a man's cock to feel the contractions and respond with its own pulsing.
"Now shall we try some sixty-nine?" the head librarian asked. "I'm anxious for you to suck my big throbbing clit, so that you'll never hunger for the bestial abuse of a man spilling his seed in your pretty throat."
The blonde sighed. "Yes, let's do that. I've never seen a clit as big and swollen hard as yours. I want to suck it and make you cum."
Hours passed before Miss Stark had sated, her hunger for baby-bald cunt and released the weary blonde assistant librarian from her restraints. They'd shared a dozen cock-less climaxes which had brought wracking sighs of satisfaction from the older woman's lips. Letha had made the same breathy noises, but hers were toned with increasing frustration.
Back at her desk, Letha looked up Dick Williams in the library card file. Long Dick Williams and his friend Rich's longer cock would have been better for her purposes, but Richard Sims was off on his honeymoon, delighting his young wife.
"Hello?" came Long Dick's curious voice when he answered the phone.
Letha spoke in the low, breathy tone she felt certain he'd remember from their three-day revel.
Surprised and delighted, Long Dick said, "It's you!" But then his tone cooled. "If you're drumming up business, I can't afford an expensive whore right now."
"What I'm going to give you won't cost a thing. I'm a librarian, remember? My services come free with your card. All I want first is a favor."
"What kind of favor?" Long Dick asked.
Letha explained, "I have a female friend with the same problem as Richard. She's still a virgin, a simply stunning older woman who doesn't know what she's missed."
"Send her around any time," Long Dick said cheerfully.
"That isn't possible in her special case. She's so timid and shy that we must bring the pleasure to her…"
Letha went on to explain her devious plan. There were things even a head librarian had to be taught.