Prudence Meeker was a mousy, frail creature who believed that a man's prick was where his brains were.
But she also believed that the reason God gave men balls was because their bodies and souls were so shit full of lies that there was nowhere else to put something as nasty as cum but outside their bodies.
Thus, to Prudence's way of thinking, balls were equated with cocks – both were ugly and useless.
Now, a woman's body was different, of course. Which is usually the case between men and women.
Women were soft and cuddly, sugar and spice, perfumy and very warm. They had been created by God not to be mothers or whores or maids or newscasters. They had been created by Her (God, that is) to inherit the earth. After all, isn't that what Her son had said so very long ago?
Thus, on the outside, Prudence looked mousy and frail and meek.
But inside, somewhere near the soul, which many Christian Scientists believe lies somewhere between the nipples, Prudence was a woman full of rage or was it outrage? Or maybe just plain outrageous – at least Tweedyans thought she was outrageous.
They had come to that conclusion long ago – that she was outrageous. Because of the way she dressed.
Not many women these days still wrapped their souls and asses in a corset and girdle.
And not many women these days went around with armpits unshaven – unless they were married a couple of years and were too lazy to use their Lady Gillette.
And not many women these days wore black, as in funereal or mourning.
Prudence Meeker, however, did not think about what was in vogue.
Prudence was as staunch as a birch tree. With as much character as a withered willow. And as cool an elm.
Prudence, in other words, was built more like a tree than a human being. To say she had an arboreal face would be an understatement. To say that she had a wooden personality would be too corny. To say that when she blew her nose only sap came out would be a disgusting thing and best forgotten. So forget it.
But, alas, poor Prudence did have things about her that reminded people not of a nymph in the woods, but of the woods.
For one thing, she was tall and angular. And her limbs looked more like jutting appendages than things women use to wrap around men when they're fucking and sucking. And her hair was more like a birch tree that had taken the brunt and blast of a sizzling lightning bolt.
Tall, straight, wind-blown and angular – adjectives that would best describe Prudence Meeker's five-foot-eight frame.
Naturally, there were many things that looked human enough an Prudence that would make other homo sapiens recognize her as one of their own.
One would be her eyes. Rather pretty for being so deep-set and withery around the lids. Passable type eyes that looked like things God had put on almost as an afterthought when she was being formed in the womb.
And things like her tits. Which, if seen in profile, were enough to let any man with a tit fetish know that she had tits. But, from the front, especially when she wore one of her black-lace chemise dresses, they were not noticeable.
Prudence Meeker's occupation fit her personality – she was a librarian. Very cut and dried. Very boring and lackluster.
The only time anything proved challenging to Prudence Meeker was when she had to hush up asshole juveniles like Ferris Collier and Harvey Grossman, two high-school kids who usually came into the library to laugh at the female anatomical sketches in pre-Darwinian books.
That particular incident had not only proved challenging to Prudence but downright outrageous. Why, those boys were like animals, just like typical boys who were going to grow up to be asshole men.
She had tried her best to shush them up with her serious librarian look – hawk eyes that squinched coldly behind owlish glasses.
To which, Ferris Collier had returned a smug smile and the rather cryptic statement: "Ah, go fuck a banana."
Prudence was fuming red. Indignation raised the old hackles on her ass, and she marched over to the juvenile jackasses, ready to paint an accusing finger and give them a stern lecture on how to behave in the hallowed nooks and crannies of a library.
She was ready to speak, ready to spew forth with her sermon about silence, when Harvey Grossman interrupted her.
"If you can't find a fucking banana, how 'bout this?"
Prudence was shocked.
That boy! That creature with zits all over his cheeks was exposing… no! In her library, too! Her holy library – he was doing obscene things.
Naturally, Harvey liked to do obscene things because he was an obscene creature just like his father.
One of Harvey's favorite obscene things was to cut fans at church when Reverend Manly was giving his usual Sunday sermon on how God's wrath will come down like hailstones on rapists and sodomites.
Another obscene thing Harvey cherished was to catch fleas off his dog Blue and give them a home in his sister's panties.
But one of the best obscene things that Harvey chortled about was going to study hall with his thumb sticking out of his fly.
So, that was what Harvey was doing now.
He had his fat hand shoved down into his crusty Levi's with his huge thumb poking out of his fly, and he was wiggling it obscenely at Miss Prudence Meeker in a come hither motion.
Miss Meeker did not want to come hither. Miss Meeker did not know if she had seen anything so obscene in her life or in her library.
"Put that… that… that awful thing away!" Ferris chortled. "Shhhhhhhhhh! This here's a library. It ain't no place for screaming."
Prudence turned red. Then crimson as she watched that God-awful thing wiggling left-right, left-right from the fly of Harvey's crusty jeans.
Harvey said: "Wanta suck-suck on my thing-thing?"
Prudence was aghast. Men were so awful! They were just buggers when it came to things like libraries and how to act at social teas.
"Now, listen here, Harvey! You and Ferris must leave this library at once, or I'll…"
"Aw, go suck a banana," Ferris interrupted.
Prudence gasped.
Harvey smirked. "And if you can't find a banana to suck-suck, I still got my thing-thing right here."
Prudence closed her eyes. Well, what she really did was get a good long glimpse at Harvey's thing-thing and, filled with indignation, then she closed her eyes. ZzzzzIIIIIPPPP.
Then Prudence regretted closing her eyes.
Because when she opened them, she noticed that Ferris was doing the same obscene thing as Harvey was doing with his thing-thing. Only Ferris' obscene thing-thing did not look like Harvey's thing-thing that he had wanted her, to suck-suck. Ferris' thing-thing looked very much like the real thing-thing. It looked like the real thing-thing because there wasn't a fingernail on it like Harvey's thing-thing. It also looked like the real thing-thing because something white was coming out of the slit on the big mushroom-shaped head.
Quickly, Prudence looked at Harvey's thing-thing.
Suddenly she thought she was seeing double. Harvey's thing-thing was also looking like a real thing-thing. Like there was a callus on the end of his thing-thing. Now, there was a slit on the end just like on the end of Ferris' thing-thing, and there was white drooly-looking stuff coming out of that slit, and… oh gosh!
Prudence reeled beneath the assault of things so obscene. She had never seen a prick in her whole life, never imagined them to look that huge or that powerful or that drooly.
Harvey shook his cock at Prudence. "See, we was just fooling around, Miss Meeker. We knew you didn't want to see no thumbs sticking out of our flies. You wanted to just see our cocks."
"Yeah," Ferris chimed in. "Besides, chicks like you are no fun to fuck with just a thumb. Shit, me and Harvey can tell when a lady like you needs the real thing."
Prudence covered her ears to hear no evil. Her eyes were closed, shutting off some more evil. Her mouth was mum because there weren't enough proper words in her vocabulary to describe the evil things those boys were doing in her library.
Haney laughed, nudged Ferris. They closed in on her, obviously intending to rape Miss Meeker involuntarily.
Harvey got on her left side, Ferris took the right.
Harvey grabbed her cunt and Ferris grabbed her ass.
Prudence's eyes shot open. Her ears were full of coarse laughter and sordid, obscene statements.
"Jesus! Miss Meeker, I just know you're dying for a fucking right here in the old cunt-hole!"
"Jesus! Miss Meeker, I can't wait to ram my fucking cock into your fine ass!"
What could she do? Where could she run? Where was God in moments like these when rascals and their type – characters like Harvey Grossman and Ferris Collier – were bent on fucking the only two holes worth a fucking damn on her body.
Prudence tried to scream. But since she had already been described as a mousy-type woman, it came out as a meek cry. Probably because she had learned so long ago to scream quietly while working in the library.
Prudence tried to run. But it was hard to run when vise-like hands were up under her dress, one set of dirty filthy palms running over the cheeks of her girdled ass and the other set of evil-filled fingers grabbing hold of her short hairs.
Prudence struggled.
Struggle. Struggle. Struggle.
Idiot laughter, as if it were canned for Let's Make A Deal, filled her ears.
"Har. Har. Har." Ferris laughed, grabbing her ass hard.
"Ho. Ho. Ho," Harvey chuckled, grabbing her girdled cunt very hard.
This was unbelievable! This wasn't happening! No one in Tweedy would believe that two teenage boys had the daring audacity to fuck a librarian in her place of occupation – would they?
No, it had to be a bad dream. Maybe like the dream last night, the same dream that came to Prudence every night since the day her grandfather had spanked her for picking her nose and she had felt something very wriggly, then wet on her belly as she bent over his lap.
Maybe it was just a flashback to the days at SMU where she was just a normal date-less coed who had seen what men could do to girls who had average-sized tits and average-sized asses and yew big mouths.
But Prudence didn't want to be reminded of her SMU days. She didn't want to remember watching Abigail Austin getting gang-banged by a bunch of horticulturists in the Student Union. Those men were animals! Just a bunch of high-falutin', big-cocked Texas boys who were taking advantage of Abigail because she was blind and had learned to walk with only one crutch.
Prudence reeled with the memories, with the remembrances of how much evil there was in men. And what they could do with their big cocks. And what they made blind girls and crippled girls do to their cocks. Always begging chicks to hold their pricks. And after that was done, begging them to suck their pricks. And after that was done, begging them to fuck their pricks. And after that was done, begging them to marry them or head to Nogales to remove the aftermath of what they had helped to create.
"Come on, Miss Meeker. All we want ya to do is hold our pricks. Just give our cocks a few whacks. Who's it gonna hurt?"
Prudence nearly fainted. They were already at stage-one – begging her to bold their pricks.
Harvey grabbed her hand, put it on his eleven-inch prick. "Come on, Miss Meeker. We know you want to jack us off. Jesus, your hand's sweating so bad, I just know you wanta jack us off."
Prudence shook her head, and the bun of her hair unraveled and slunk down in slinky rolls.
She couldn't believe what was in her hands!
Cocks were so hot… and so greasy… and so throbby! God! No! She didn't want to hold their pricks! She didn't want to suck and fuck! She was a virgin – in her cunt, her mouth, even her hands.
"Stop it! Oh, please! I've never touched one before! Please!"
Ferris farted. "Ah, don't give us that bullshit. Mrs. Manly said the same thing when we went over there two hours ago. And she ended up fucking and sucking us three times over. Shit we know you can do better than that!"
Mrs. Manly? Not the Reverend Manly's beautiful wife Elsa? She touched cocks? With pious hands?
Prudence shook her head, didn't want to hear about how Mrs. Manly had been touched by those devilish cocks.
Ferris grabbed her hand and forced it against his cock. "There, came on. We know you're going to like it when we beg for you to suck our pricks. We'll even let you suck us one at a time instead of two at once. Is that okay with you, Harvey?"
Harvey's eyes were glazed with lust. "Shit, yeah! And, if Ferris'll promise not to come in your mouth, Miss Meeker, I'll promise the same. So how's about it – you want to suck first before we fuck?"
Prudence's eyes widened fearfully. No way! No how! No! No! She hadn't agreed to anything yet! She hadn't even agreed to touch their pricks – she had been forced to do that. Hadn't she?
Oh God, confusion reigned over tenor now. Her mind was amok. Her emotions were in a turmoil. She was being raped… wasn't she? Or was it rape if a girl didn't resist? But she was clearly outnumbered, two cocks to none. It wasn't fair! Nothing was fair about this stupid obscene thing these boys were doing to her. Why, they weren't even raping her yet… or were they?
Had Hiram Shingles been writing about this scene, he might have written that Prudence Meeker's hands moved of their own confusing accord as she manipulated the two vengeful cocks with the aid of her rapists.
But, nether of her own accord or not, Ferris and Harvey were doing a pretty good job of making sure that Prudence's hands were filled with their hot and vengeful pricks.
Ferris got tired of fucking Prudence's fist. "I'm tired of fucking your fist. Don't you think it's time we got that blowjob you promised, Miss Meeker?"
Prudence's knees weakened from the amok and confusion. She collapsed to the floor in a prayerful stance, looking at her half-rapists with baleful, begging eyes.
"Jesus!" Harvey exclaimed, ditching his pants. "She's sure a hot-looking bitch! Look at her just kneeling down begging for cock. All right, don't wet your panties, Miss Meeker, me and Ferris'll be with you in two seconds."
Two seconds was a snap of the old belt buckles and a drop of the scungy Levi's.
Two seconds for Prudence Meeker, however, was like two years of twenty-four-hour fear. Her limbs were shaking like a quaking birch tree.
And she did wet her panties, not with cum. Because that's how frightened she was of the predicament she was in.
"Holy shit!" Ferris shouted. "Look at that cunt! Oh baby! Are you some hot bitch! Shit, Harvey! Look at that fucking puddle under her panties!"
Harvey had to look twice before, he, too, agreed with Ferris that Miss Meeker had a clear case of hot panties. "Oh shit, Miss Meeker," he said in an apologetic voice. "Maybe we ought to get right down to the fucking, being as you're so hot and bothered."
Prudence had her hands clasped in front of her – prayerfully. She looked from one evil boy to the other. She was trembling so bad and shivering so bad and crying so bad that even a blind man would have interpreted her actions as being something only a bitch in heat would do.
Prudence tried to find her voice, but it felt as if it had slipped down to her belly. She tried to bring it up – gagged twice.
How could this be happening? Those evil boys had forced her to touch their filthy pricks. They had given her a choice about sucking first, the fucking second. But now they were already skipping the first step to get to the second. No! It wasn't fair! She had some right in this… this awful, degrading scene. Didn't she?
"You're pretty fucking degrading," Ferris mumbled, popping some chewing gum into his mouth. "I mean, here me and Harvey was thinking that we'd have to rape the shit out of you just to get you hot for a fucking. Jesus! But you ain't no challenge!"
Harvey patted Prudence's head. "Come on, Ferris. Shit, you know some women can't help it. So all right, maybe Ms. Manly didn't like it when we tied her up and fucked her asshole. Shit, not every woman's like the reverend's wife. She's just an exception."
Prudence shook her head, tried to get the muddled meaning of their evil conversation out of her mind.
This was crazy! She wasn't a loose woman! She had to be tied up to be raped! This rape was fair – they were making her so confused that she didn't know whether she was being raped or coerced or acting of willful mind.
Harvey was just about to lift Prudence Meeker to her feet and guide her over to the children's nursery-rhyme table and fuck the shit out of her when Prudence found her voice. Her banshee voice.
"This isn't fair! Rape me – just like Ms. Manly! You can't do this to me! This is sooooooo humiliating."
Ferris was aghast.
Harvey farted.
Had they heard right? No woman with common sense would ask two assholes like themselves to rape her – would she?
Harvey shrugged his shoulders. "Go get the ropes, Ferris."