"Ugh, the dried-up old cunt is sittin' at her desk," moaned Gary Fredericks, as he walked into the high school library.
"Sssh, you dummy," cried his friend. Ronnie Charlton. "She'll hear you!"
"Well, I don't care," Gary asserted. "I hate the old bitch!"
"What she ever do to you?" asked his friend.
"I don't like the way she stares at me, that's what," said Gary. "Oooh, she gives me the creeps!"
Ronnie laughed. "She don't stare at you. What would she wanna stare at you for? She's got her own boyfriend."
"No shit? Who would want her?"
"Aw, Gary, she ain't so bad. Some girl told me that she's finally gonna get married."
"To what?"
"Some guy what works at the shoe factory. I dunno. C'mon, lay off. She ain't done nothin' to you. Besides, she ain't so bad-lookin'. I mean she ain't old."
"Oh? You wanna tell her you like her and wanna marry her?"
"I just said she ain't bad-lookin', is all. She's better lookin' than half the fuckin' girls in this dumb school."
"C'mon, Ronnie, you're gonna tell her that."
"What?"
"You heard me, dummy. C'mere, meathead. Tell old Miss Miller that you think she's cute."
"I didn't say that."
"You're gonna say that now!" Gary pulled his friend Ronnie off the library chair and dragged him over to Miss Miller, the librarian.
"My friend here got somethin' to say to you," Gary told the woman. "C'mon, Ronnie, don't be shy."
"Well, what is it, Ronnie?" asked Miss Miller.
"Uh, nothin'," he said slowly. "My friend is tryin' to be funny. Sorry."
"He wanted to tell you you're cute!" blurted out Gary. He started to laugh, ignoring the embarrassed looks of both Miss Miller and his friend Ronnie.
Miss Doreen Miller was the librarian for the Oakville High School. It had been her job for fifteen years, ever since she graduated from Gaylor Teacher's College. She liked her job. It was easy and the surroundings were quite pleasant.
She wasn't unattractive. In fact, she could be downright pretty if she wouldn't tie her hair up in a bun all the time. She wore glasses, not for seeing, but in order to make herself an authority figure in the school.
At thirty-five, Miss Miller was finally engaged to be married. She had told herself for years that she never wanted to many, and almost convinced herself of it. An unfortunate love affair when she was young left her scarred, and she was sure she was perfectly happy living as a single woman, with her job and her home providing all the comforts and pleasures she needed.
Almost, that is. There was one kind of pleasure she almost never experienced. Sex. She wasn't a virgin, though, since during her teen-aged years, she fucked around with Jimmy Tibbs. But he jilted her right before their marriage. And up until now, she never believed for one moment that she would ever marry anyone else.
The one who asked her, Thomas Payson, worked in the Olcott Shoe Factory. He was on the assembly line, and his large frame and overpowering masculinity appealed to her. He was a welcome change from all the wispy types she encountered all day at school.
Miss Miller was seated at the large desk in the center of the library as the boys approached her. She was engrossed in a book, and as she read, toyed with her long blonde hair that was tied up in the back. The book, a "how-to" manual for married couples, was not part of the high school library, but something she had bought from a bookstore on her way to work this morning.
Now two of her charges had not only insulted her, but were both laughing. Even Ronnie, who had at first been embarrassed at his friend's meanness, was laughing out loud in the comet of the library.
What she didn't know was that they weren't laughing at Gary's rude remark, but because they suddenly noticed what book she was reading.
"Did you see that?" asked Gary, doubled over with laughter. "She's readin' a book on how to do it."
"Yeah, she don't know! I bet she ain't never done it. I bet her pussy's all dried out by now. That poor guy is gonna get his dick all scraped when he tries to stick it in."
"Will you boys be quiet!" she called out, startling everyone else in the library study hall. "If you don't quiet down. I'll have you sent to the Dean's office!"
"Mebbe that's why she was lookin' at me all term," said Gary. "Mebbe she wants me to show her how to do it."
"She wasn't lookin' at you, you oaf," replied Ronnie. "She looks at all the boys. I thought you knew that."
"I ain't never seen her lookin' at you. Nah, she may look at lots of boys, but it's me she wants. I know it. I caught her lookin' at my fly the other day. I bet she doesn't even know what I got inside."
"Neither does Sally, from what I heard!" snickered Ronnie. Sally was Gary's girlfriend, and Gary had boasted to all his friends about how many times he'd made it with.
"You fucking' liar!" Gary cursed as he tried to pull Ronnie by the collar. "Who told you that? We made it lots of times!"
"I ain't never said you didn't," replied Ronnie weakly. He should have known, his friend was too sensitive on that point. Probably Gary never did fuck Sally. But he should've gone along with Gary about that.
"All right!" cried Miss Miller, seeing the boys continuing to make noise. "You can both go right down to Dean Sharpe's office this very minute. And you both are going to stay here after school today! Now I warned you! I'm calling Dean Sharpe and telling him you'll be there in one minute flat!"
"I don't mind seein' the fuckin' Dean," said Gary, as he and his friend were forced to go to his office, "but it's the fuckin' stayin' after school that I hate. I gotta get to practice. Bay, I hate that fuckin' cunt!"
After school, the boys knew that they had no choice but to return to the library. If there was one thing that neither one of them ever looked at, it was a book, and the library was filled with books.
"Well, you see what comes with talking during library period?" Miss Miller asked them as they returned after three o'clock.
"Aw, hell, we weren't talkin'," protested Gary. "C'mon, don't be so mean. I gotta get to practice."
"You'll get to practice when I say so," she said sternly. "Now I want both of you to write a report on the geography of Tibet. You'll find all the information in the encyclopedia."
"Awww shit!" cried Gary. "Where the heck is Tibet?"
"Watch your language!" remarked Miss Miller. "You, Gary, will write an additional composition on, ohhh, let's see. You are going to write about King George the third. And if you don't finish it by five tonight, you'll just come back every day until you do."
"Ohh, fuck!" cried Gary. "I'll never get to practice. Why are you pickin' on me?"
"I'm not picking on you," said Miss Miller.
"You sure are, you dried-up old cunt!" he cried, thinking it was under his breath. But Miss Miller heard that remark.
"Gary Fredericks! You ought to have your mouth washed out with soap! I'm going to have to deal with you differently! Ronnie, you can go. Do that report at home and bring it to me tomorrow. I think Gary acts this way because he is showing off for his friends!"
Ronnie got up. He was relieved to get out of the library, and even though he wanted to be with his friend, there were limits to friendship, and staying after school was outside those limits.
"You really are pickin' on me," complained Gary after his friend had gone. "You hate me!"
"I don't hate you," she said. "I just feel sorry for you."
"Yeah? Well, you ain't got no right to talk. Everyone feels sorry for you."
"Oh? And what for, may I ask?"
"'Cause you ain't married," he said openly.
Miss Miller was taken aback. "Well, if that is true, everyone can save their pity. I'm getting married next month."
"Yeah, I seen you readin' up on how to do it," said Gary sarcastically. "You mean you don't even know? That's funny."
"What are you talking about?" asked the librarian.
"You know. This here book," said Gary as he walked over to her desk and picked up the marriage manual.
"Give that to me!" she cried, trying to pull it out of the boy's hand.
"Nah," he cried, rushing to the other side of the room with it. He knew her weak point. If he played his cards right, he wouldn't hate to write those damned papers after all.
"I said give that to me!" She raced over to him, but he dashed around the library. He opened it to a page that had a picture of a man and a woman making love.
"Hah!" be cried. "You wanna learn from this? See? The guy is on top of her. That's boring. I could teach you more!"
Miss Miller's face was becoming bright red. "I know about you," she said. "You talk a lot, but you don't do much! Now give me that book!"
He grinned at her. "I do more than talk," he said, "and I don't read no books about it. If you wanna really know how to do it, you just ask me. I know, all kinds of groovy ways to do it. Like sittin' on it. You got a picture of that? You ever sit on a guy's dick?"
"Gary Fredericks! How dare you talk like that!" Miss Miller had to sit down. Her mind instantly pictured herself sitting on a guy's cock and it started to turn her on. She began to wish that she had never kept Gary in after school.
The boy knew he had gotten to her. "Yeah, try sittin' on a guy's dong," he told her. "It'll go right up your snatch, and make your pussy all hot and wet."
"Gary," she said weakly. "Don't talk like that."
"Why not? Anyway, you ever eat a guy? Your guy will really dig that, Miss Miller. If he sat on your face, you could use your tongue and lick it all over. You'd like that, too. Sally tells me she loves it."
"Stop it!" she cried. "Stop talking like that!" Miss Miller felt her pussy start to secrete her warm lubricating creams. She couldn't help but put her hands between her legs, and though she tried to hide it behind her desk, Gary's eyes were sharp and he saw what she was doing.
"I ain't gonna stop," he said. "I'm gonna tell you what this dumb book don't say. Your guy, the one you're gonna marry, I bet likes to eat pussy. You ever get your pussy eaten? You'd like that, too. Sally loves it when I eat her pussy. I get her all hot and wet with my finger up her snatch, and then I push my lips to her hairy bush. I slide my tongue up her slit, and then lick and suck it all up."
"Gary, no… please stop… ohhh!" Miss Miller was closing her eyes and picturing a tongue inside her hole. It felt so good. She began to slightly rock back and forth. And it wasn't just any guy's tongue. It wasn't her fiance's tongue. It was Gary's tongue that she could see it inside her vagina, and as she thought about it, and rubbed her crotch, she swayed back and forth, her juices streaming out of her snatch, and she could feel her nipples getting hard and erect.
Gary knew what she was feeling. He was pleased. He had figured right. She had taken a shine to him, and his talking like that was turning her on.
Gary now walked up to her. He wasn't afraid of her snatching the book out of his hand. She was trying to appear upright and casual, but her hands were between her legs, feeling her crotch and trying to stem the flow of cunt juice that was leaking out of her pussy.
The teen was getting a slight erection. His cock had begun to stir the moment he saw that she was touching herself. The front of his pants were starting to bulge and as he approached her, she glanced at his fly, and Gary smiled.
"Sally says that licking a guy's cock really turns her on. She loves to suck it. The bigger the better she says, and I got a really big one. Boy, her tongue really slurps all over my big dick. Lots of girls don't like to suck cock, but Sally knows how great it is to eat a prick. It goes all the way in her mouth, ant she can feel it sliding down her throat. I love it too. My cock gets really hard when I shove it in her face."
It had been so long since Miss Miller had sucked off a guy. It was the one thing that Jimmy Tibbs really dug. As long as they had gone together, she had sucked him off more than he fucked her. And when they broke up, it was because she was sure another girl was able to tongue him better than she was.
"Please… stop… Gary… go… away."
Gary didn't move. His penis was bulging a lot now, and his pants looked as if they would burst. His cock was quite hard, and he began to feel a slight amount of pain as he continued to keep his prick confined in its cloth prison.
Miss Miller looked up at the boy. She saw his bulging crotch.
Her pussy juices were flowing so wildly out of her snatch, that her panties were soaked. Her skirt was getting wet too, and she prayed silently that the boy would go away and leave her alone. She desperately wanted to run into the ladies' room and masturbate. It was the only form of sex that she had had for the last few years. She used her fingers inside her cunt when she wasn't home, and had several dildoes to use up her crack when she was home.
"You'll really dig it, Miss Miller," said Gary as he pressed his body right up against hers. "It's really hard now. It's so hard. I don't get this hard for Sally. You're gonna like it, Miss Miller. Look at it. It's so big and hard, and I bet you like it big and hard."
Gary started to unzip his fly. Her eyes were riveted on his hand. She knew it was too late. She wished she could get up and get out of that room, but now, all she could do was watch the teen take out his cock as she drooled for it.
As his fly came down, his enormous prong shot out of his pants. It was huge, nearly nine inches, and would have done any man proud.
"Look at it, Miss Miller," he said as he pulled his balls out from his pants. "You ever see a cock this big? Sally digs lickin' and suckin' it and feelin' it up her snatch. You're gonna love it even more, 'cause you ain't had much cock lately. I know, but you're gonna have lots of cock now. My cock! You're gonna lick it and suck it and mebbe even feel this piece of meat up your snatch! C'mon, Miss Miller, touch it! Don't be afraid. It ain't gonna bite! Cocks don't bite, they make you feel really good all over, 'specially up your snatch!"
The librarian couldn't take her eyes off the boy's enormous rod. It was not only the longest penis she had ever seen, but the thickest. She wondered if she could even put her hand around it, Gary's reddish mushroom-shaped cock head was throbbing and pulsating up and down as he pointed it in front of her. At the tip, where his piss slit was, a small pearly globe of creamy cock juice was forming. She watched that droplet of jism get larger and larger, and all the time, she pressed her hands hard against her snatch.
Her body continued to rock back and forth. The boy's thick piece of meat was making her dizzy. Without even realizing what she was doing, she reached out with her hand and started to stroke his silky dong.
Gary groaned slightly. Even he hadn't expected such pleasure from the slight touch of her hand, but as she gently caressed his hard piece of meat.
She felt his balls swelling up with come, ready to release their creamy goodness with just a few more strokes of her hand.
"It sure feels good," he sighed. "Ohhhhh! Miss Miller, rub my balls now! Ohhhhhhh!"
She obeyed him as if he was her master now. His furry nuts felt soft and satiny. She squeezed his balls gently. She could feel his hard rock-like sacs of semen inside. She squeezed harder. Gary started to groan, but not with pain. The pleasure was overtaking him too as he pushed his cock against her body, rubbing the long thick shaft up and down her arm.
She was still seated in her chair, and he was standing next to her, but now she leaned back in the chair and drew Gary's pecker towards her.
"Yes," he moaned. "Suck it, Miss Miller. Take my cock in your mouth. Ohhhhhh! That's so good!"
She kissed the tip of his cockhead gently. Her warm and moist lips felt good against his throbbing and burning pole. He wanted to slide his meat all the way into her face, but he somehow instinctively knew that her gentle approach would make his prick even hotter than if he rammed his dong right down her throat immediately.
Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and started to lick his penis cap all over. She sucked off the tiny pearl of jism that had fanned, and as soon as she had done so, another droplet started to appear. She was still holding onto Gary's nuts, squeezing them gently and then firmly, alternating between stroking them and squishing them.
His body was being drawn closer and closer to her. She was now bending over slightly, anxious for a bigger taste of his tool. Her lips parted and she closed them around his entire cockhead.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" moaned Gary. "Ohhhhhhhh! Suck it! Ohhhhhh!" He began to push his pecker into her face. She let his long thick piece of meat slide into her and she licked every inch as it passed by the front of her tongue. Her mouth was slurping and drooling over his enormous shaft, and his balls were beginning to press up against her chin.
The saliva came pouring out of Miss Miller's mouth. Gary's penis was coated entirely with her mouth juice now, and he began to pump his dick back and forth along her oral cavity.
"Suck it hard, Miss Miller!" he chanted. "Suck it! Suck it! Ohhhhhh! Suck it hard!" He started to pump faster and faster. She could feel his spike practically touching her throat. She hungered for it now. This boy's penis brought back memories and she felt her whole body reliving her past.
Miss Miller's pussy was oozing so much of her lubricating creams that her panties were clinging to her. She reached down between her legs again, and started to pull down her skirt.
Gary saw what she was doing and slid his hand underneath her skirt to get at her dripping panties. He could feel her sticky cunt juices against her body and he slid a finger underneath her panties to touch her steamy nest.
Miss Miller started to moan. The last time she had felt a guy's hand touching her snatch was longer than she cared to remember. It had been so long since her pussy was caressed like this. Her own hand couldn't bring her the exquisite pleasure that she got from this teen.
She leaned so far back in the chair that it began to tilt dangerously. Without saying a word, she slid off the chair gently and was now down on the floor, on her knees, still keeping Gary's prong embedded deep within her mouth.
Gary was pumping faster and faster now. His cock was heating up so rapidly, that he knew he was almost ready to come. His body was sweating now, and he reached down to touch Miss Miller's tits.
As he pinched her nipples, sliding his fingers inside her blouse, she began to cry with delight. Her pussy was exploding with hot orgasmic fury as she rammed her fingers harder and deeper up her creaming snatch.
"Suck that cock!" cried Gary, pumping so hard he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to take it all. "Suck it! Ohhhhh! Lick my dong, ohhhhhh! Suck it! Suck it!" He started to go wild, smashing his pecker harder and further into her face. She was taking it all in. Those nine inches of hard meat didn't faze her. She wasn't gagging on his meat.
Miss Miller moaned as she fucked herself continuously. Her face was full of the boy's penis and her pussy was being spiked by her fingers, and her entire body was ready to explode with pleasure.
She touched her knobby clit and massaged it. She knew she was going to have an orgasm. Her cunt felt like a volcano ready to spew out all her steaming cunt lava.
Gary was ready to come. His prick shivered and shook inside her mouth as her tongue sucked and licked his long rod. His balls were quivering with excitement, pressing up hard against her chin, slapping her face wildly, and dancing about in front of her.
"Suck that cock!" he shouted. "Suck it!" Gary pushed and pumped his prong so hard, that he could actually feel his dick sliding deep down her throat. His whole body vibrated as his pecker was ready to gush forth with his hot jizz.
"Eat me!" he screamed. "Suck that cock! Ohhhhhhh! Eat it! Ohhhhhhh! Gonna come! Ohhhhhh! Suck it! Suck it!I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
Gary went wild as his prick erupted inside Miss Miller's face. The thick bot gobs of creamy jism spurted rapidly out of his whang, and as it gushed down her throat, she swallowed fast.
Her fingers rammed inside her slit. She was starting to climax just about when the boy did, and her body rocked back and forth as she kept on her knees.
The foam poured out of her hole, and dripped down the side of her leg. She continued to slash her pussy with her fingers, driving them in so far that almost her entire hand could fit up her tube.
Much of Gary's jism poured out of her mouth and coated her lips. She felt his come pouring onto his cock and balls, and she licked his coated balls to get that lather back inside her mouth.
Gary held onto her shoulders as his prick spurted. Her tongue caught most of the semen sit shot out of his dong and she fucked it to the back of her mouth where she could swallow it.
"Aaaaiiiiiieeeee!" he cried, the last of his lotion was sucked up by her rapidly moving tongue. "Ohhhhhhh! Christ! Ohhhhh! Suck it!Goddamn it! Suck it!"
She managed to suck out every last drop of jizz from his piss slit. As he started to pull his penis out of her mouth, his cock was sucked dry. Even the foam that had spilled onto his shaft was now licked off by her flicking tongue.
She continued to hold onto his balls, rubbing the drying juice into his balls. His nuts were completely soaked. His cock hairs were coated from tip to root with his sperm.
Gary took several deep breaths as his penis flopped down in front of her face. She smiled at him, licking her lips.
He was too stunned to say anything. He had never expected her to actually suck him off. Wherever she learned that cocksucking technique, she learned it well. Not even Sally could suck his prick like that. No one had eaten his dong as deliciously as the librarian.
Miss Miller looked towards the clock. "It's late," she said. "The school is closing now."
Gary pushed his spent cock and balls back inside his pants. His cock wasn't completely soft and it still caused a bulge to appear when he zipped up his fly.
"Do I gotta do my report?" he asked her, looking mournfully at the set of encyclopedias resting on the shelves.
She thought briefly. "Well, I should make my threats real by not going back on my word," she told him, "but this time, you can get away with it. But any more foul language or insulting remarks will get you suspended. You understand me?"
"Yes, Miss Miller," replied the boy. He was eager to get out of the library. If he hurried, he could still make at least part of his practice session. He was trying out for the football team, and he needed all the training he could get.
Gary started to dash out the door. He didn't know what he would say to the coach, but he would think of something. Just as he was about to leave, she called him back.
"Gary," she said, stopping him in his tracks.
"Yes, Miss Miller?" he was impatient and ready to leave.
"Thank you," she said. She smiled at him and waved him goodbye.
"Sure," he said, feeling manly pride in what he had done. In the next second, he was gone.
Miss Miller adjusted her clothing. She could hardly believe what she had done. She actually let one of her young students slide his dick into her mouth. What had come over her? Miss Miller couldn't quite figure it out, but for the fast time in over fifteen years, she felt free at last. Free from the fear of being hurt again.
As she locked up the library and got her coat, Miss Miller untied her bun and let her long blonde times flow down her back, about a foot below her shoulders. She then removed her glasses.
She stopped by the ladies' room as she left the building. She really wasn't bad looking she told herself. She puffed up her chest and strode out of the building, feeling at last her life was about to begin.