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CHAPTER FIVE

Luckily, Sue returned from the basement alone. She left Bobby downstairs with Cindy so he could cool off and get his strength back. She didn't think it would be wise to step out of the elevator with a red-faced, exhausted boy. She and Cindy had nearly fucked the boy to death and Sue wished she could show the conquered boy to the whole world. Luckily though, she chose discretion over vanity, for Miss Wilmar accosted her moments after she'd stepped out of the elevator.

"You're two minutes late getting back from your break, Miss Sherman. You might not think two minutes matters, but in this library it does. We are efficient and responsible in this library. You will not leave on a break early or come back from one late, or you will face suspension. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am. But I was doing some work in the lower stacks – for a patron."

"No excuses, Miss Sherman. You're late getting back out on the floor and that's that. Furthermore, you've not been assigned work in the lower stacks today, nor have you ever been. You've been assigned to the cataloging room today, which is where I want to see you the rest of the day."

"Yes, ma'am." Sue turned to leave before she lost control and talked back to the old witch.

"I haven't excused you, Miss Sherman."

Sue turned back, biting her lip and trying to look unrattled.

"One of the evening librarians has called in sick. I'd like you to work for her this evening and for the rest of the week if need be."

"Fine," Sue said, although she'd rather have said no, at least to this evening. She didn't relish the thought of working two shifts in a row.

"Good," said Miss Wilmar. "Perhaps you have more dedication than I thought. You know, in my day we didn't have all these sick days and holidays and paid vacations and coffee breaks. If we got sick – too bad – we worked. And we didn't have the superfluous staff we have today. If it were up to me, we'd make some cuts." She smiled thinly and Sue knew exactly who the old bat would cut first if she had the chance.

A half hour later, Bobby spotted Sue in the cataloging room and poked his head in. He smiled and blushed. "Thanks, Sue. Want me to take another library day tomorrow?"

Uneasy, Sue jumped up from her desk and poked her head out the door for signs of Miss Wilmar, then pulled Bobby into the office.

"How did you find out my name?"

"Cindy told me. Do you want me to come in tomorrow? I've got one more library day coming."

"I won't be working tomorrow," Sue said. She didn't know if she should tell him that she'd be working tomorrow night. Perhaps it would be better to cool things for a while, lest the other librarians – particularly Miss Wilmar – notice Bobby hanging around.

"OK," he said. "I'll save it for later. Can I have your phone number?"

"What?" Sue was stunned. The boy hadn't even fucked until yesterday, and now he was boldly asking for her number. He was becoming a fast operator mighty fast.

"Cindy gave me hers." He pulled a book of call-cards out of his jeans. A phone number was written on the yellow slip of paper.

"Miss Sherman, what is this boy doing in here? You know patrons aren't allowed in the cataloging room."

Sue's heart stopped. Miss Wilmar had stepped into the room and was glaring at her. Sick to her stomach, acting without thinking, Sue scribbled her phone number on the call-card and shoved it back into Bobby's hands.

"There you are, son," Sue said. "That's the number. Just find that number on the shelves and you should be able to find the books you're looking for."

"Huh?" Bobby said. Then, when Sue gave him an imploring, almost desperate look, he shook his head. "Oh yeah, sure. I'll look for that number. Well, thanks – uh – ma'am." He squeezed pest Miss Wilmar and was gone.

Sue sighed silently with relief. Thank God he hadn't called her by her first name!

"Miss Sherman," said Miss. Wilmar, "when we work in the cataloging room we do not waste our time giving assistance to patrons. That's the job of the people at the information desks. Also, in case you haven't noticed, there's a sign right outside this door which says, Library Personnel Only. Boys may be blind, but you, I sincerely hope, are not."

"Yes, ma'am."

"The next time a patron asks you for information when you're not behind the information desk, you refer him to the desk. You, do not waste time giving information. I run an efficient, disciplined library here, Miss Sherman, in case you hadn't noticed. Now carry on." With another thin, satisfied smile, the head librarian marched out of the room.

"Jesus Christ!" Sue breathed softly. She realized she was sweating.

The nicest thing about the evening shift was the noticeable absence of Miss Wilmar. The library felt warmer, cozier, the atmosphere more relaxed. Only five librarians worked the shift, each in her own assigned nook in the library, each hoping to herself and doing her job without the ever-present fear of Miss Wilmar. Sue worked the mezzanine, helping patrons – mostly high school students doing homework or research – find books and other reference materials. Many of the students were boy-girl couples, who did more socializing and flirting than studying, but Sue knew it would be futile to ask them to quiet down. She smiled as she sat at her mezzanine desk, watching furtively as the boys and girls flirted and as the boys groped.

Over in the farthest corner of the study area, a cute little blonde girl – who reminded Sue of herself at that age – was squirming in her chair as the boy seated next to her moved his hand between her legs. The couple obviously thought that nobody could see them because their study table was half-hidden behind some low bookshelves. But Sue could see them and, as the couple became more and more heated, she watched them boldly. Once kids got hot enough, they no longer cared about anything except satisfying their itchy crotches, and they lost all sense of caution. How many times had she herself dared to perform wild sexual acts in dangerous places? More times than she could ever hope to remember.

The young girl had kicked off her shoes earlier and now her squirming and curling bare toes were evidence of the intense sexual sensations she was experiencing. The girl's blue eyes rolled under long lashes. Her pert young tits heaved under a white T-shirt, her nipples visible as dark swellings under, the thin material. The boy had his hand in her jeans and was obviously wiggling a finger inside her cunt. As Sue watched, she could almost feel a finger screwing her, own cunt.

The boy squeezed his crotch with his other hand, rubbing his cock through his jeans. He looked just as flushed and shaky as the girl. He leaned over and kissed the girl's cheek. She turned her head, meeting his hips with her own. They kissed, their mouths opening, their tongues sliding. Suddenly, the girl started to writhe, her toes clutching the balls of her feet. Her body shook and her face flushed almost purple.

Sue's face burned. She felt like ripping off her clothes and crawling across the floor and under the table and unzipping the boy's jeans. She'd pull out his cock and give him a blow-job while he sat there trying to study.

The young girl slumped back, relaxing. She grabbed the boy's arm and made him pull his hand out of her pants. The boy popped the middle finger of his withdrawn hand into his mouth and sucked on it, his eyes closed as if he were savoring a fine wine. When he opened his eyes, the girl was copying something out of a book. The boy tried to get her to rub his cock, but she jerked away, looking offended.

Dumb little bitch, Sue thought. If she were that girl, she'd be on her knees, nuzzling the boy's sweaty balls, going for his cock like a hungry calf. She could just about taste the rich cum brewing in the boy's nuts.

As the evening went on, the kids became bolder. They were testing her, Sue realized, seeing how much they could get away with before she cracked down. Well, she wasn't about to crack down. In fact, she smiled at boys she caught groping their girlfriends, encouraging them. She began to fantasize that she was the only librarian in the library that the kids had gone wild, fucking and sucking and having a group orgy. Then she thought of Miss Wilmar walking in and of the blood vessels in the woman's temples exploding!

One of the boys got up and pulled a resisting girl toward the mezzanine stacks. Sue pretended not to notice, but the moment the couple had disappeared among the shelves, she was off her chair and following them. She slipped down another aisle and took off her shoes so she could tip-toe without being heard. She heard the couple whispering as she entered the most remote section of the mezzanine stacks and she squatted silently, carefully moving aside a few books so she could peer through the shelves and see the couple in the next aisle.

"I don't want, to do it here," the girl whispered. "That librarian will catch us. God, I'd die!"

"She's all right," the boy said, pulling his prick out of his jeans. "She's a cool lady. I've had my eye on her." He crushed the girl against him and kissed her violently, crushing his hard chest to her tits.

The girl let out a soft whimper, struggling for a moment, then going limp in his arms as he shoved his tongue down her throat. She moaned softly, groping for the boy's cock. As her hand closed around it, she groaned.

The boy released her. They were both panting.

"Oh Ricky!" the girl said breathlessly. "Oh I want it!"

She slid to her knees in front of the boy and started nuzzling his huge erect cock. The boy was uncut and she peeled his foreskin back, sniffing his fat cockhead, then licking it, kissing it, sipping out the fuck-lube that oozed from the piss-hole. She gripped the cock tightly at its base, causing its veins to bulge and its head to swell.

The boy wiggled his hips, making his cock slide back and forth against the girl's lips and cheeks, smearing fucklube on her soft flesh. The girl's face turned deep red and her eyes crossed as she watched.

"Suck it!" the boy whispered. "Suck it, you hot little bitch!"

He drove his cock at her mouth, grinding it against her lips until they parted, then screwing it into her mouth and down her throat.

The girl's lips stretched then around the boy's big dickshaft. She gagged as his prickhead stuffed her throat.

"Take it all," the boy growled.

Sue held her breath, watching, fascinated as the boy worked the rest of his prick down the girl's throat. The girl's nose was crushed against the boy's groin, disappearing into his open fly. "Yeahhh!" the boy moaned. "Suck that sweaty prick rod! Oh shit, what a mouth!"

The girl's head bobbed. Her mouth slid up and down around the boy's cook. Her lips smacked and sucking, munching sounds came from her mouth. She moaned out load.

"Oh fuck!" the boy whispered. "Blow it! Yeah, suck that big mother! Make it come! Oh shit!" He gripped the girl's head, jerking it as he slid his cock in and out, of her throat.

The girl gagged a few times, but she kept on sucking hungrily, her face burning, her eyes crossed. As the boy neared his orgasm, he fucked faster, using the girl's head as if it were a jack-off toy. Spit leaked from the girl's mouth and dripped off her chin.

The boy's eyes rolled back. He groaned, burying his cock to the hilt in the girl's face. "Drink it!" he gasped. "Suck it all out!"

His body shook with spasms as he pumped his cum down the girl's gullet. The girl's throat bobbed as she swallowed again and again.

"Eat that slimy juice!" the boy whimpered, hunched over the girl, his back rounded, his arms hugging her head. He humped with quick, short strokes, working his flexing prong in the girl's mouth, feeding her his hot load. "Eat my cream, you little cock-sucker!"

He pushed the girl away at last. The girl struggled to her feet. She wiped her mouth with her hand, smacking her lips.

"You tasted good," she whispered.

"I know." The boy stuffed his half-hard prong back in his pants. "All the chicks say that."

"Do me now," the girl said. She undid her jeans and started to push them down.

"You crazy?" the boy said. "What if somebody caught us? Nothing doing."

"But I'm so horny!" the girl said. "It's not fair."

"If you're so horny, go suck yourself." The boy squeezed one of the girl's tits and ambled away, chuckling to himself.

"Bastard!" the girl called after him in a whisper.

The girl stood there, her jeans open, her legs squeezed together. Sue could see that the girl was contracting her thighs, working her cuntlips between them.

"Shit!" the girl whispered.

She pushed her jeans halfway down her smooth thighs. She wasn't wearing any panties.

She spread her legs and wiggled a finger up her cunt. She slid her finger in and out, making it squish inside her juicy crotch.

Sue could smell the girl's pussy, a musky but sweet scent. As the girl jerked herself off, pumping her finger in and out faster and faster, Sue saw trickles of pussyjuice like tears moving down the insides of the girl's thighs.

"Mmmm!" the girl moaned. "Oh yesss!" She screwed her finger, sliding it in and out. As she finger-fucked herself, she wiggled her cute little ass. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

The girl squatted slightly, turning her ass up. She reached back with her free hand and spread her asscheeks, tickling her asscrack with her fingers. Her middle finger played with her twitching little asspucker, and the pink little orifice appeared to nip at her finger, working it into the tight asshole. As her finger disappeared inside herself, she moaned.

What a dirty little bitch! Sue thought, smiling with delight. What a naughty young cunt! Even after years of sex with guys, some of it even kinky, Sue still enjoyed watching this young girl jerking herself off while fingerfucking her asshole. Sue had done the same thing hundreds of times!

The girl breathed loudly, gyrating her loins, screwing her fingers in her asshole and cunt. The juice dribbled from her pussy faster and the smell of her cunt and asshole filled the air. The squishing of her fingers in her fuck-holes got louder and more frantic.

The girl was suddenly gasping, her ass twitching, her fingers grinding in her spasming fuckholes. She fell against the bookshelf, her legs shaky under her, as she finger-fucked the pleasure from her young loins. Sue could have reached through the shelves and slid her fingers in the girl's dribbling cunt cream.

The girl finally stopped gasping. She pushed herself away from the bookshelf and quickly pulled up her jeans. "Shit!" she whispered.

Sue knew exactly what the girl meant. She'd often felt the same way after she'd jerked off as a girl – as disgusted with herself as satisfied, and not really satisfied at all. When a girl jerked off, she often got herself even hornier than she'd been before. The girl needed a cock to satisfy her now.

It would be nice, Sue thought, if this girl could get together with that boy who'd brought off his little blonde girlfriend, only to have her turn up her nose at him after she'd had her pleasure.

Wish there was some way I could arrange it, Sue thought, and then an idea hit her. Of course! It was perfect.