THE LIBRARIAN'S PET
By Janet McCoy


Foreword

It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul, some hidden
secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante.
Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of
everyday living. Yet sometimes dark passions surface – and another Richard Speck or
Lee Harvey Oswald emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed – and another
Watergate or ITT affair hits the headlines.
THE LIBRARIAN'S PET is a dramatic representation of a woman who dares to let her
most base desires and passions come to the fore. She is one of the few who are willing
to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing herself to be
completely liberated. Her story is a startling insight into the life of a person who learns
to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

The library was silent.
It was well after six o'clock, closing time for the Beamis County Public Library.
Apparently, everyone had gone home for the night.
"Uuuuuuhhh." A soft sigh erupted from somewhere within the long tall rows of books.
"Mmmmmm. Feels good."
Marian Dawson, the librarian, was sitting on a folding chair in the middle of the fiction
section. Her straight skirt was pushed up to her hips. A hand was fondling her cunt
around the barrier of her panty crotch. She had two fingers shoved up inside her hotly
clasping pussy. An open book lay on the floor next to her chair.
As the light had grown dimmer and dimmer in the deserted library, the young blonde
had given up trying to read the amazing volume she had found earlier in the day. It had
been lying amongst a pile of books in the back room, marked "to be discarded". She
had noticed the book because it was the only one of the bunch that was not damaged
beyond repair. Although very old, this book seemed to be in relatively good shape.
It was called Tales of Indiscretion and a quick glance had shown her why. It was
shocking! But at the same time fascinating. She had decided to have a better look at it
after closing time, when she would be free of possible prying eyes.
Within moments of beginning the first story in the collection, the shy blonde had felt
her cunt tingling under her shapeless gray skirt. She had tried to ignore the sensations.
But they were insistent, prodding delightfully against her nipples, her belly, her
vulnerable pussy. She had started to stroke her tits, then her cunt.
Finally she had deserted the book altogether, letting it fall to the floor while she stroked
her fingers in and out of her wet hot pussy.
In her mind was a lewd image inspired by the story she had just been reading. It was
the tale of a Victorian maiden who had been set upon by a pack of dogs. Fearful for her
life, she had cringed on the forest floor, trapped and hopeless. But instead of devouring
her, the dogs had tom her clothes to shreds to remove them from her lush supple body.
One by one, they had mounted her and fucked her.
The most amazing part of the story, for young Marian, was that the woman had learned
to enjoy her bestial rape. She had become the consort of the pack, living with them in
the woods, fucking at will, whenever and wherever she pleased.
How disgusting, Marian thought as her mind relived the story. But her cunt tingled
excitedly. Her heart beat fast. Could anyone ever really enjoy being fucked senseless by
a dog?!
Marian's usually prim bun was falling askew as her head lolled back with her mounting
excitement. She still wore her glasses, though they had slipped down her nose. Her
generous mouth, usually so well disguised by her tight expression, hung slack and
sensual. Her eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling as her fingers skewered maddeningly in
and out of her hole. They grazed her sensitive cunt-walls with intense pangs of
palpitating arousal.
"Ooooooohhh... my pussy feels so good-d-d!" she moaned aloud. The sound of her own
voice, distorted by lust, surprised and embarrassed her. But she was past the point of
reining herself in. The story had got her to the stage where she needed release badly.
And she was going to get it. She was going to make her cunt explode with passion if it
was the last thing she ever did!
Her mood was desperate.
Impatiently, the disheveled librarian pulled her skirt up higher over her hips. She
pushed her panties down over her thighs. Now her fingers had easier access to her
throbbing cunt. Now she could shove them deep up inside on every instroke. Now she
could tickle the outer cunt-lips with her fingertips on every outstroke. She wriggled her
ass down so it rested just on the edge of the metal chair. Her knees opened wide.
"Aaarrrgggghhhh!" she wailed as the feelings inside her sensually aroused body became
more and more overwhelming. She had never experienced anything like it. It was
seldom the prim librarian allowed herself the forbidden pleasure of playing with her
cunt. Tonight she had been long overdue. The book had appealed to the buried,
perverse side of her' nature. That nature was in complete control for the moment,
manipulating her body like a helpless puppet on a string.
Even as, somewhere deep inside, her conscience cried out in protest at what she was
doing, Marian's agile fingers flew in and out of her pussy. Her cunt-walls clung
hungrily to the obscene dual invasion. The woman was amazed at how insistent the
impassioned caresses of her drooling twat-walls were.
Anxious for some extra titillation, she began to caress her erect clitoris with her thumb
while her fingers continued their rhythmic impalement. The rigid little nubbin seemed
to become even more engorged with blood. It throbbed lustily at her touch.
Marian could feel a sweet crisis building somewhere deep in the pit of her belly.
Like a madwoman, she squirmed her butt down against the chair seat, relishing the cool
feel of the metal on her bare ass. Her intense excitement was allowing her to enjoy the
shameful sensation of sitting here amongst the shelves of her beloved books, legs
splayed, massaging her pussy with her hand. Her body was alive, so incredibly alive!
"Mmmmmm," she groaned.
It wouldn't be long now. She was completely beside herself, abandoned, vulnerable prey
to a raging torrent of desire.
In her mind's eye, she watched the young woman, a blonde like herself, being fucked
mercilessly by a big black dog. The woman's mouth was wreathed with obscene delight.
Marian's own wide mouth curved in a lusty grin as she imagined herself the heroine of
the bizarre tale. Suddenly she fell to her knee on the floor in front of her chair.
Balancing herself on one hand, she reached around behind and began to ram her
fingers in and out of her pussy from the same angle she imagined the dog fucking the
storybook heroine.
It was crazy! She had never done anything this totally abandoned! Never!
"Uuuuuuuhhhh!" The mere thought of her perverted behavior was driving Marian up
to the last heights of enthralled passion. Her cunt was pulsing heatedly. Her clitoris was
swollen and aching with excitement. Eagerly she thrust her ass back to get her fingers
deep into her pussy.
"Ooh, yess! Oooohh, yess! Oooooohh, yesssss!" It was happening at last. "I'M
CUMMMMMMMMMINGGG!!"
With the last furious waves of her powerful release, Marian let herself fall forward flat
onto the floor. Her support arm was trembling with the effort of holding her up. Her
whole body was afire with the torrential fury of her orgasm.
As soon as the last throb of pleasure left, Marian felt the hand of guilt lashing her into
a feeling of growing shame.
How could I have done anything so perverted? she asked herself as she struggled to her
feet.
Horror and shock at what she had done mingled in her mind, worrying her, giving her
an instant headache.
She put the chair back against the wall, after first wiping it dry of her telltale cunt-juice.
She took the book into the back room and buried it in the pile of discards. Handbag
under her arm, she locked the big front door of the library and headed for her car.
Her mind was numb. She didn't dare let herself think about what she had done.
It was unspeakable. Perverted. Depraved. Everything her dear uncle and aunt had ever
warned her about.
Marian Dawson had made herself cum right inside the Beamis County Library!
Would she ever be able to face her colleagues there again?


Chapter 2

It took a lot of courage for Marian to go to work the next day.
All night, she had tossed and turned. In her mind bubbled obscene pictures of what she
had read that day, and what she had done.
She couldn't believe it. She had been excited to the point of desperate need by reading
about a woman who learned to love fucking dogs. Could there be anything more
depraved?!
The most maddening thing was that – even as her mind wrestled with guilt – another
part of her wondered what it would be like... to be fucked by a dog.
"Stop it! You've got to stop thinking about it!" she screamed in desperation sometime
in the middle of the night. The cause of her screams had been a telltale tingle down in
her pussy. She absolutely could not let herself repeat her depravity of earlier in the day.
She would not let herself sink that low again.
At work the following morning, Marian tried to keep a low profile. Her guilty self was
scared stiff somebody might find some evidence of her presence in the library the night
before. She also feared her evil thoughts and deeds might have made a change in her
someone might notice.
It was natural enough for the young blonde to be tortured by guilt over what she had
done. Her aunt and uncle, who had raised her, had been strict fundamentalists. They
had instructed Marian at an early age in the wages of sin and depravity.
Marian had never forgotten the lessons. Though from time to time, in her infrequent
encounters with men and in per occasional solitary fantasies, she had discovered the
seeds of some indefinable demon in her soul.
At times, Marian herself simply could not believe that she would think such sordid
thoughts!
Her blonde head bent over a stack of new books that needed to be cataloged, Marian
did not notice the approach of her boss. At the sound of the other woman's voice,
Marian leaped to her feet. Her face turned a bright red.
"Good grief, Marian!" Mrs. Grimwood scolded her. "You look like you've just been
caught with your fingers in the cookie jar."
"I... I... do I?"
"Yes, you do." Mrs. Grimwood's comments were always brief and to the point. She was
a rather homely, heavy-set woman of about fifty. She ran her library like a tight ship.
She needed to know everything that was going on, before it happened. The library was
her baby, her chief concern since her husband had left her under mysterious
circumstances years before. "Do you think you can get these books onto the shelves
today? Or do you need some help?"
Marian was able to conquer her stammer, if not her blush. "There are quite a number
of them, Mrs. Grimwood. Maybe you could get Penny to help me?" Her suggestion was
a meek question.
"Right. I'll run the desk myself for a while. Penny, get over here and help Marian, will
you?" Her deep voice echoed across the small back office, out to the front desk. Several
patrons turned to stare as Penny hurried back to answer Mrs. Grimwood's summons.
Penny was a pretty young brunette who found difficulty taking anything seriously,
especially Mrs. Grimwood. She was obviously fighting back a broad grin as she stared
into Mrs. Grimwood's owlish face.
"You want me in here, ma'am?" Her words were polite enough, but something in the
way they were spoken made the older woman bristle.
"Yes, I do, young lady. These books all need to be cataloged and put on the shelves
today. The two of you should be able to finish up in a couple of hours. As long as you
don't start any foolish chattering and giggling." The last words were an ominous
warning.
"Oh, no, ma'am," Penny assured her.
"We'll get the job done, Mrs. Grimwood,"
Marian added soberly. "See that you do."
The two young women exchanged smiles as their employer headed out of the office.
Marian enjoyed Penny's lively sense of humor, though sometimes she was slightly
intimidated by her boldness. She would never had have dared talk back to Mrs.
Grimwood the way Penny did.
"Old witch!" Penny whispered, her words followed by a loud giggle.
Mrs. Grimwood's face immediately appeared in the doorway. "What did I tell you
girls?" she demanded.
There was no more giggling.
The two younger women worked steadily and quietly throughout the morning and part
of the afternoon. They spent lunch hour in the back lunchroom, chatting with Philip,
the library's accountant. Philip was a handsome, shallow young man of about twentyfive. 
He had no great ambitions in life. All he asked was to get by in relative comfort.
The library job was perfect for him. It wasn't too taxing. And it allowed him to be
surrounded by women all day. Philip loved women.
He was the only person on the staff who recognized the raving beauty struggling to get
out behind Marian Dawson's tailored clothes, bun and glasses. He longed for the
chance .to get her alone in a receptive mood. Philip was convinced anyone as shy as
Marian didn't get laid much. So her cunt would be tight and greedy! Yessir! He sure
wanted to try that out!
He enjoyed trying to draw her out in conversation. He loved her shy blush. "That old
Grimwood sure is a battle-axe, isn't she?" he asked. "I sure wish she was a man. I'd love
to give her a fist in the schnozzle one of those times she tried to lay down the law with
me!" Philip had never been in a fight in his life. He hardly knew how to make a fist.
But he enjoyed the effect his words had on the two women.
Marian was aghast. "I think Mrs. Grimwood is really very nice, at heart. She's justa bit
gruff, that's all."
Penny seemed delighted with his suggestion. "I think a knuckle sandwich would be just
the thing to bring the beast around. Boy, I'd love to see that, Phil!" Her eyes glowed.
Penny had a crush on Philip. They had been seeing a lot of each other lately. To Penny,
anything Phil wanted to do was okay by her – even flirting with Marian Dawson. She
knew she and Phil would laugh together about it later.
"You're a smart woman, Marian... and a damned good librarian. You also know how to
be nice to people! If you ask me, the county should make you the chief around here,
and put that old goat out to pasture!"
Marian's face turned a bright scarlet. "Oh... I... r... Mrs. Grimwood is a very competent
librarian. There's a lot I can learn from her. All of us... can... learn..." She lowered her
eyes to avert the man's stare.
"It sure would' be a lot more fun to have a pretty woman telling us what to do." Philip's
charm was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Marian fumbled with the wax paper on her sandwich. "Oh... don't be silly!"
Philip paused a moment for effect. "I bet I know how we could get rid of the monster,
too. You know that big dog she's got? That big ugly Alsatian? What do you want to bet
there's something funny going on between her and that animal? I been reading about
women who prefer dogs to men..." He had been looking for a reaction to his lewd
remarks, but he hadn't expected anything like what he got.
"You...you...why...that's disgusting! How dare you!" Marian quickly gathered up her
things and fled the lunchroom. Her mind was ablaze with horror and anxiety.
Were his comments just a coincidence? Or did he suspect something? Was he testing
her out to see how she would react? Had her behavior given her away? Did he and
Penny know now that she was intrigued – obsessed – with the idea of women fucking
dogs?!
She was fast getting a headache. She took two aspirin and went back to her books. Her
hope was that they would take her mind off her worries.
In the lunchroom, Penny and Philip chuckled like two conspirators over Marian's
squeamishness.
"I just don't get it," Philip said. "I'm sure she's at least as old as I am. But she blushes
like a virgin. She's got to be the straightest chick I ever met in my life!"
"That interests you, doesn't it, Philip dear?" Penny asked cattily. "Why is it men are
always intrigued by the women that don't than by those who do? I bet you'd be falling
all over me if I was a virgin!"
His eyes twinkled. "Hell, what fun would you be if you were a virgin? I like you just the
way you are, baby!" He grabbed for her ass as she rose from her chair.
She slapped his hand briskly away and giggled. "It's time to get back to work, you
lecher. Save that stuff for later."
"Not too much later, I hope. My prick's throbbing already."
"Your prick's always throbbing, stud. Now why don't you go out there and apologize to
Marian? Tell her you're sorry for your crude comments. That way, you'll keep on her
good side. And maybe someday..." Her dark eyes flashed at him.
She enjoyed teasing him, exciting him. He was such a little boy in some ways. And such
a man in others!
"You're right, Penny. I don't want Marian mad at me. I'm sure she must break out of
her chastity belt at least once a year. And I want to be first in line when she does!"
He headed straight for the desk where the blonde was working.
"Marian, I hope you'll forgive me for what I said. I didn't mean to shock you. I guess
sometimes, my taste is all in my mouth."
She blushed shyly up at him. She looked relieved. "That's all right, Philip. I guess
sometimes I'm just too squeamish." She giggled self-consciously.
"Good. Friends again?" He held out his hand.
She shook hands with him. Her big blue eyes smiled at him gratefully. "Sure." She
turned back to her work.
God, what a mouth she's got, he thought. I'd love to see it wrapped around my prick!
"Talk to you later, Marian."
"Mmmm-hmmm."
The blonde librarian felt better now about what had happened in the lunchroom.
Apparently, they didn't suspect her of anything. Penny was being just as friendly as
ever, humming happily to herself while she worked beside her. Marian realized her
nerves were shot. She was seeing things that weren't there. Guilt over what had
happened last night was eating her up. What she needed was a good night's sleep.
At about three-thirty, Mrs. Grimwood came in and announced she was leaving early.
Her dog was a little under the weather and she had to go nurse him. Marian watched
Penny suppress a giggle as the older woman fetched her coat and put on her mannish
hat.
"See you tomorrow, girls. Make sure you lock up at six o'clock sharp."
"Bye, Mrs. Grimwood."
"See you tomorrow."
Penny began to chatter freely once the boss had left. While she kept one eye on the
front desk, she talked freely about clothes and boys and makeup. It was some time
before she noticed Marian wasn't paying much attention.
"What's the matter, Marian?"
"Just tired, I guess. I didn't get much sleep last night" A shiver ran down the older
woman's spine as she remembered why.
"Listen, why don't you go on home? It's only an hour until closing time. Phil and I can
take care of anything that comes up. You look like you should be in bed."
"Maybe I'll take you up on that, Penny. I'm not going to be much good for the rest of
the day anyway. All I can think about is sleep."
"Sure, go ahead. The old battle-axe'll never know a thing about it."

* * *

Once Marian was gone, Penny could hardly wait until closing time. She flirted
shamelessly with Phil, once even opening his fly and squeezing his cock. She was
horny, and she wanted to do something about it. At six on the dot, she shooed out the
last stragglers and locked the door behind them.
She found Phil sitting at the desk where Marian had been working all day.
"Just getting a few cheap thrills out of sitting on her chair. It's still warm."
"Phil, honestly." Penny giggled. "She's been gone a whole hour. You just think it's still
warm."
"Ah, yes. Wishful thinking, I guess."
"Why don't – you and I get out of here... go turn some fantasies into realities? I'm
ready, baby."
He seemed reluctant to leave. "I've got a better idea. Speaking of fantasies... one of mine
has always been to get my cock sucked by the librarian right in the library." He grabbed
her hand and pulled her down to her knees. "How's about making my dreams come
true?"
"Oooohh, Phil!" She seemed delighted with the idea. "You are a naughty boy."
While he watched in fascination, she reached for his fly and unzipped it. Her hand
reached inside and pulled out the half-erect shaft of his cock. It throbbed eagerly as her
fingers began to caress it lightly.
"Mmmmmmmm, yeah. That's the stuff, Penny baby. I bet you could teach old Marian a
thing or two about pleasing a man."
"I bet I could." She extended her tongue and stabbed it into the little slit of his cock-tip.
"Aaiiee – jee-zuz! That's the stuff, doll!"
Her tongue moved tantalizingly down over his swollen knob, coating it generously with
her saliva. When it reached the ridge that separated head from shaft, she pursed her
lips. She sucked hard on his cock-head, then started to move her head up and down
over his now fully erect cock.
"Shit, yeah! Suck it, Penny! Suck my prick!"
As though encouraged by his lewd words, her head began to bob more rhythmically –
up and down, up and down. Her tempo was irregular. For a while she would move
slowly, teasingly. Then her pace would build, until she was like a frenzied dancer, her
head bouncing up and down, her mouth working crazily, her whole body quivering in
sympathetic harmony.
"Mmmmmm, it's a beautiful big cock, Phil darling," she murmured once. Then her
mouth went back to its task, licking and laving and worrying his cock into rock-hard
stiffness.
The ache in his prick was almost more than Phil could bear. The sheer excitement of
sitting in Marian's chair while Penny sucked his prick, right here in the library, was
intense... excruciating. He could feel the blood pounding through his swollen rod. He
could feel his balls heavy with their roiling load.
"Aahhh, you give a great head-job, Penny baby. That's what I like about you, kid. You
really go at it! Jee-zuz-z-z!"
The young brunette was enjoying the obscene feel of his cock in her mouth. It was so
silky smooth, yet so hard. She loved the way his swollen cock-head caressed her lips,
violated the very depths of her throat. It made her feel so thoroughly depraved to be
sucking his cock like this, while she kneeled on the library floor.
What would Marian think if she could see her now?!
If her mouth hadn't been full of cock, Penny would have giggled. Instead, she uttered
something that sounded like a low gurgle. In her head was a picture of Marian fainting
in shock as she came across her and Phil lewdly coupled right in the library office. She
and the young accountant were defying the code of social decency. The thought turned
Penny on. Her cunt was sopping wet inside her panties. The more she sucked cock, the
hotter she got.
Philip was deeply immersed in his own version of their lewd fantasy. In his head was a
picture of Marian kneeling on the library floor, sucking his cock. As Penny's mouth
stroked up and down over his cock, he imagined it was the shy blonde who was giving
him the sensational headjob. He imagined how she would look – her long hair falling
over her shoulders, free of her bun; her glasses gone; her generous mouth sucking his,
cock eagerly – and his cock grew even larger between Penny's lips.
The younger woman had been right. He was more interested in Marian than he was in
Penny. And it was because Marian was more unattainable, more naive, more of a
mystery. He was a hunter, though not for animals. The thought of shooting a rabbit
made Philip feel quite ill. But he loved to hunt women, to stalk them, to possess them
at last. The chase was the thing. Not that he didn't enjoy a good head-job from a
familiar mouth. But that was only rabbit stew. While the ultimate dish was caviar.
"Uuuuuhhh, shit, baby! Keep it up! Keep that sweet mouth moving!" As he spoke,
Philip's head fell back, his mouth open, his eyes closed. His mental ravishment, coupled
with the tingling feelings assaulting his cock, were combining to drive him to
distraction.
Nothing existed for him now but that smooth mouth working up and down, up and
down, over his achingly hard cock. Penny... Marian... it didn't really matter who owned
the mouth. The sensation was the thing. And, in the end, one mouth, one cunt, was
much the same as another.
Penny's mind, too, was a blank. Her entire attention centered on the stiff cock sawing
in and out of her mouth. She wanted to bring it pleasure, to make it yield up to her the
teeming load of thick white fuck-juice buried somewhere deep inside. Though her neck
was beginning to ache with the effort of bobbing it so rapidly up and down, she never
faltered for an instant. She kept on sucking, reveling in the way his prick seemed to
grow even harder and longer between her lips.
"Mmmmmm, baby! It's getting so hard, Phil! Does it feel good, baby?"
"Yeah!" he muttered distractedly. "Oohhhh, yeah, it feels good all right!"
The ache in his cock was becoming urgent. He wanted to take a more active role in
their lewd coupling. He reached down and grabbed her dark hair, using it as a handle
to pull her head farther down on his cock. Though he realized he was probably hurting
her, he didn't let go. He wanted her to go faster... faster!
"Shit! Keep sucking! Faster, baby! Aahhhhhh!"
Penny's tender cunt was aching for attention. Much as she wanted to feel him shoot his
load deep into her throat, the idea of getting fucked was becoming more attractive by
the minute. While her head bobbed slavishly over his cock, she thrust her ass
suggestively back in the air behind her. It was as though she was beckoning to some
unseen second lover to fill her need, to stuff her aching pussy with hard cock!
At last Philip opened his eyes and noticed the way the brunette's body was writhing in
desire. Suddenly the most important thing in the world seemed to be getting his cock
into a cunt! He wanted more than a mouth. He wanted a clasping pussy tugging on his
hard tool! He wanted to ram it deep up inside, fill her with hard cock!
"Jeez, baby, I got to fuck you!" he mumbled. He rose to his feet, his cock swaying stiffly
before him, protruding from his fly. Roughly, he helped Penny to her feet and bent her
over the desk which she and Marian had been working. He pushed her skirt up to her
waist, exposing her panty-covered ass. He reached down and clasped her pussy through
the thin material.
"Christ, woman, you're wet!" he exclaimed. He pulled down her panties so urgently
they ripped at the waist. They fell to the floor around her high-heeled feet as he guided
his cock towards the crack of her ass.
"Oooooohh, Philip! What are you doing to me?" Her voice was thick with excitement.
She burrowed her head among the stacks of books on the desk and thrust her ass high
into the air. "Are you going to fuck me now, Philip? Ooohh, I want you to do it so
bad!"
"You bet your sweet ass I'm going to fuck you!" Before the words had escaped his lips,
he found her pussy-hole with his cock and shoved forward. His aching prick soared
deep into her wet grasping cunt...
"Aaaaiiieeeee! Oooooohhh, it's sooooo wonderful! Fuck me, Philip! Fuck me!"
Totally heedless of where she was, Penny began to writhe her ass back against her
accountant lover's loins like a bitch in heat. Books fell to left and right as her...upper
torso squirmed excitedly atop the desk. Several fell all the way to the floor and landed
with a loud slam. The young librarian couldn't have cared less. She was horny! She
wanted to get fucked!
And fucked she got. Philip stroked his cock furiously in and out of the brunette's
willingly proffered pussy with the tireless energy of a steam-driven piston. He was
totally turned on by the impulsive depravity of fucking the librarian silly right in the
library! It was a fantasy he'd entertained ever since he was a kid and had had a crush on
the pretty librarian in his hometown. Watching the woman bent wantonly over the
desk amid the scattered books made his cock pulse with renewed fury.
"Shit! You really love it, baby, don't you? God, I love fucking this sweet pussy of
yours!"
"Oooooohhh! Do it to me, Philip!"
The library, where the rule of silence reigned supreme, was a buzzing hive of oooohh's
and aahh's and grunts and groans. The accountant could feel his shirt sticking to his
back as he enthusiastically fucked Penny's eagerly twitching cunt. His balls seemed to
be getting steadily heavier, filled to bursting with their potent load. He threw his hero
back and reveled in the sheer heedless pleasure of burying his cock again and again in
tight grasping pussy-flesh.
"Shit, you got a sweet little ass," he grunted as he gazed back down at the white
writhing half-moons that invited him so enthusiastically to have his lewd way with her.
It sent his blood pressure up another few notches to look at her rumpled dress, the way
her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Vision of urgent sex – it turned him on!
"Oooohh, Phil! You're so good to meee! You fuck my pussy so nice! Uuuhh! More! Do
it some more!"
Eager to please, the man stepped up his fuck-tempo, slamming his crotch heavily down
on every long instroke. He could feel her pussy-walls clutching at his hard dick
convulsively. The nibbling feel of her cunt-walls on his cock was excruciating pain
pleasure. He wanted to cum so bad! But not before she got off!
"Yessss! Ooooohh, yessss, Philip! You're making me cummmmmm!"
It hadn't happened a moment too soon. The man was more than ready to blow. He
relaxed and let his thick fuck-juice shoot deep up into her greedy belly. Her pussy
sucked him dry, pulling spasmodically on his cock until it was emptied of its load.
When he was done, Philip slipped his cock back into his pants and pulled the zipper
up. He helped Penny straighten up, and he wrapped her in his arms. He probed her
mouth with his tongue for long moments. Her lips and tongue answered hungrily.
"Oooooohh, Philip, that was sooooo wonderful!"
"You're a terrific woman, Penny."
"But not so terrific you've forgotten all about Marian Dawson, right?" She grinned at
him mischievously.
He sighed. "Caught in the act. I was just wondering if our nervous librarian would
enjoy getting fucked as much as you do!"
Penny wrinkled her nose at him. "Sure, Philip... why not? We librarians are all-raving
sex fiends. Didn't anybody ever tell you that?"
"No. But I was hoping..."
She poked him in the ribs, and they fought a mock-battle. "You're despicable," she
cried. "You have the morals of a rabbit!"
"And you have the cunt of a love-goddess! Say, if all librarians are such sex fiends, how
come Marian hasn't tried to get into my pants yet?"
"Probably the same reason you haven't tried to get into hers. You're both chicken. But
I'd say Marian is ripe for something. She's so nervous, I can feel her vibrations from ten
feet away. That lady's more high-strung than a race horse. And I'm sure it's nothing a
good fuck wouldn't clear up!"
"Say, how about you helping me get into Marian's pants? You're a smart girl. You
know all the angles."
"I'll keep my eyes peeled for possibilities. But I think we may have to take this one
slow." She looked pensive. "I wouldn't mind getting into her pants myself."
"Is there anything you wouldn't do to get your rocks off, baby?"
"Sure, probably. Only I can't think of it right now." She laughed suggestively. "Now
why don't we go somewhere more comfortable where we can fuck the night away?" She
bent over and picked up her panties and the books that had fallen to the floor. Philip
reached down and goosed her.
"Aaiieeee! You're going to pay for that one, honey lamb!"
"I hope so!" He grinned boyishly at her. In many ways, Philip still looked like a
teenager. Just the fine lines around his eyes gave away his age. They made him look
older than his years. "Let's pick up a fifth of Scotch on the way to your place. I'm going
to need some courage if I'm going to keep up with you tonight, baby."
"We'll get some T-bones, too. I want you good and strong. You don't want me to turn
into a nervous wreck like Marian, do you?"
He patted her on the ass as he followed her to the front door.
"Fat chance. Anyway, I'd rather turn Marian into a ball of fire like you!"
"You shit-head!" She clouted him playfully on the shoulder.
Penny was careful to double-lock the big front door of the library. She was always glad
to see the end of another workday. This one, though had been a lot more fun than
most. She loved working with Philip. He was her kind of man, where sex was
concerned anyway.
"I wonder what old Grimwood would say if she knew what we'd been doing in her
precious library?" Penny joked.
"Probably 'me too', 'me too'!"
"Now that's one lady I'm not willing to share with!"


Chapter 3

Marian decided to make Sunday her day of rest. It had been a long hard week, and she
desperately needed a good chance to unwind. She woke up late and prepared herself a
hearty brunch of fruit and waffles and coffee. She got her food out on a tray and ate in
bed, in front of the television set. There was a good movie on. She became thoroughly
engrossed in the plot. During a commercial she decided to have a glass of white wine.
That should relax me, she thought. She kept the wine for guests, but today was a
special day – her day. She was going to treat herself like a princess.
The wine gradually seeped through her system. She felt a pleasant glow. She was letting
go.
The young blonde was dismayed to hear the front doorbell ring. She did not want
company today, of all days. But duty and curiosity demanded she answer the door.
It was Darryl Silvers, a young neighborhood boy, with his German shepherd, Rex.
Darryl was a good friend of Marian's. Though only thirteen, he had an active, sharp
mind. He often did chores for Marian,'" and the two would become engrossed in long
discussions about a wide variety of topics. Marian loved children, especially children
who were bright and eager to learn. She loved animals, too, and she didn't mind when
Darryl brought Rex over to keep vigil while he worked.
Today, though, she was not expecting Darryl and Rex. She was not even particularly
enthusiastic about seeing them. She wanted to be alone.
"Oh, Darryl... hi! I'm sorry, honey, but I'm feeling a little under the weather today..."
"Oh, I didn't come by to talk, Miss Dawson." His serious dark eyes surveyed her
slowly. "Gee, you look pretty today."
Marian wore a long, pink robe over her nightgown. Her pale blonde hair fell softly over
her shoulders. It was seldom anyone ever saw her without her severe bun and her
glasses. She felt slightly embarrassed by the boy's appraising look.
"Why... thank you, Darryl." She paused.
It took a moment before the boy remembered his mission. "I wanted to ask you a big
favor, Miss Dawson. My family's all going to my grandma's for a couple of weeks, and
Grandma hates dogs. So... Rex needs somebody to look after him."
Marian 'looked skeptically from the boy to the dog, whose tail was wagging furiously.
"Well, I don't know, Darryl." For some reason, she felt fearful, as though there was
something she ought to be watching out for. She shook off the feeling. She had always
loved dogs. It would be fun to have one around for a while.
"Please, Miss Dawson?"
"Sure... why not? Rex is good company. I'd love to have him."
"That's great, Miss Dawson! Thanks a whole lot. I'll just go and get his dish and his
food and stuff. Be right back."
It was only after Darryl had left the second time, after dropping off the animal's
supplies that Marian again began to fret. She knew now what was bothering her. It was
those awful thoughts she had been having – about women and dogs. Rex was a dog. A
big dog. A boy dog.
"Don't be ridiculous," she chided herself aloud. "Rex is a good boy, aren't you, Rex?"
She was sitting on the edge of her bed. The dog was lying forlornly in a corner, but at
the sound of her voice he rushed to her side and rested his head in her lap. She stroked
the massive head. "We're going to have a good time together, boy. You'll see."
Feeling momentarily reassured, she fetched herself a second glass of wine and again
turned her attention to the TV set. She didn't object when the dog sprawled
comfortably on the big bed next to her. Her own dog had always slept on the end of
her bed when she was a girl.
The next trip she made to refill her wine glass, Marian brought the bottle back with
her. She hoped that, after enough of the alcohol, she would slip quietly and
thoughtlessly into sleep. The last thing she wanted to do was think.
Gradually, the effects of the wine crept up on the frustrated librarian. They were not
what she expected, however...
She was beginning to become aware of the long-denied tingles down in her cunt.
Though she had masturbated just last week, she was horny again. It seemed the more
her body got, the more it wanted. Her cunt was pulsing hotly, aching for attention.
The alcohol had made Marian woozy enough that it was difficult to follow the plot of
the crime drama on TV. She lay back comfortably against the pillow, letting her mind
wander. Her mind didn't get far before her body took over. She was thinking about her
full aching tits under her nightgown, the way they longed for gentle caresses. She was
thinking about her wet pussy that became lubricated with juice just at the thought of a
long thick cock.
Marian had enjoyed the few times she, had allowed men to fuck her. But two things
had frightened her. The power of the men themselves, the way they seemed to
dominate her by their very presence. She didn't know how to handle men. Her aunt
had worn the pants in her family, and Marian was much more comfortable relating to
women than men. She was used to weak men, like her uncle. The others reminded her
of the crude "animals" her aunt had warned her against.
The second thing that frightened Marian about fucking men was her own reactions. She
had felt the incredible surge of energy lurking somewhere deep inside, and it scared her.
She didn't want the men to think she was nothing but a slut. So she had withdrawn
from them before they could lay bare the crude side of her nature, so carefully
suppressed. She didn't even want men to notice her. That was why she made herself
look as inconspicuous as possible, with her bun and her glasses.
But her careful precautions against being noticed had not taken care of the blonde's
basic problem. She had a young voluptuous body that cried out for the attention she
was not getting. Her whole being ached for sexual gratification. She hated to give in to
the perversion of satisfying her needs with her own fingers, but she had to do
something, sometimes.
Her aunt had been good at telling Marian why to resist the base urges of her own body:
So she would be a good girl, respected by the community and particularly by men.
They would never call her a slut if she didn't give in to them.
But her aunt had never explained how to quell the insistent pangs of desire deep in her
belly. Marian felt frustrated all the time. She felt tense and irritable. She knew there
must be better way to live. But she didn't know how to go about finding it. She had
suffered agonies of guilt the few times she' had let men fuck her. It had been more than
a year since the last time. She was holding out desperately against the floodwaters of
raging passion she knew lurked somewhere deep inside.
What she feared most was the inevitable: She knew one day the dam would burst.
As the alcohol gradually erased her inhibitions, Marian let her hand begin to roam over
her shapely body. Her nightgown was thin, and she could feel her nipples standing up
firm and proud under the material. She loved the firm swell of her voluptuous belly and
the trim curves of her thighs. Marian was proud of the way she had kept her body in
shape. At twenty-seven, she looked younger and trimmer than many women four or
five years younger.
But what was it all for? Her shapeless skirts always hid the swelling roundness of her
asscheeks. Her tailored shirts did little justice to her high jutting tits that stood up so
firmly even now, when she was lying flat on her back. She was a princess who had
turned herself into a pumpkin. And even she did not understand exactly why.
As her hands roamed inquiringly over her body, her nightgown gradually crept up over
her curves until her pale blonde beaver was exposed to view. Marian could feel' her
pussy tingling with the sudden exposure to the air. It seemed delightfully wicked – now
that she was drunk enough – to bare herself like this. To relish the tantalizing tingles in
the pit of her belly. She was still prude enough, though, to cast a glance over at the dog.
He appeared to be sleeping. She was glad. Marian didn't want anyone – not even a
dumb animal – to know about her perverse, solitary games.
Gently she inserted a finger along the little indentation of her gash. She couldn't
suppress a groan as her fingertip prodded the sensitive tip of her clitoris.
"Oooooohh, feels good! It's so hard!" It amazed her that the tiny organ could become
so assertively erect when she was excited. 'It always felt so incredibly good just to touch
it. Far better, even, than she could ever remember a cock feeling up inside her cunt. But
then, it had been a long time since she had felt a cock up inside her feverish snatch.
"Aaaahhh!" The finger moved on down below her clitoris until it reached the spongy
softness of her pussy-hole. She pushed on it lightly, feeling it yielding before the
pressure. The urgency with which her cunt-walls dilated in expectation of the probe was
almost an ache. She needed it so bad!
"Mmmmmmm!" Gently, sensuously, she slid her finger up and down along her
petallike cunt-lips, relishing the satisfying touch of her own slippery hair-fringed flesh.
"Ooohh, it's wet!" she moaned aloud. She knew what that meant, inexperienced though
she was. She knew she was ready for cock. But no cock was at hand. Once again, she
would have to settle for fingers.
While her thumb teased her clitoris, she slid a finger deep up inside her cunt-hole. The
walls clenched convulsively at her probe. They were wet and rubbery, hungry for a hard
thick presence to spread them wide open. She began to sluice her finger back and forth,
massaging her hole, exciting it to greater wetness. Already she was so wet that the
movement of her finger created an obscene sloshing sound as it stirred up her juice.
Reckless now about the nature and the consequences of her act, she spread her legs
wide and sent a second finger up to join the first deep in her cunt.
"Uuuuhhhhh! Ooooohhhh!"
She rocked her head from side to side on the pillow, totally absorbed in the tantalizing
sensations assaulting her shamelessly splayed crotch. Her eyes were closed. Her full lips
were parted sensuously. She did not even notice the slight movement on the bed next
to her.
She did notice the long wet swipe of the German shepherd's tongue over her greedy
pussyslit.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" she moaned, at first totally oblivious of the source of that delectable
pressure on hereunto Half-delirious with lust, she looked down towards her crotch and
saw that the big dog had been attracted to the aroma and wetness of her cunt. He was
nosing it curiously.
Dimly Marian was aware that her worst fears were coming true. This was what she had
worried about – her preoccupation with the idea of sex with a dog. But now that it was
happening, now that she was sufficiently anesthetized by alcohol, it all felt fantastic. She
wasn't going to worry about it... not now. She wanted more of that wonderful tongue!
"Yesssssss, Rex darling! Do it again, please! Oooooohhhhh!" The feel of his cold nose
against her rigid clitoris was pure pleasure. It was almost like a mini-orgasm each time
his nose brushed her sensitive clit.
Then, without warning, his tongue swept again up along the sensitive slit of her pussy.
And then again!
"Aaaiiieeee! Ooooohh, Rex! It's lovely! It's... Oooooohhhhhhh!"
Again and again his tongue swept up over her craving cunt-slit. It was a hundred times
more pleasurable than Marian would ever have imagined. The dog's tongue was velvety
soft and slippery. It stroked her clitoris like a thousand tiny water-jets, exciting her,
arousing her.
Marian realized she was quite tipsy. It would have been difficult for her to rise to her
feet right now, even if she had wanted to. Her drunken state made it easy for her to lie
back and enjoy what her body would have enjoyed anyway, if not for the interference of
her mind. Now her mind was tuned out. It had abdicated its power to the erotic call' of
the senses.
She spread her legs wide, making room for the big animal between her thighs. There
was little doubt that the dog was thoroughly absorbed in what he was doing. He
arranged himself between the woman's legs without even missing one of his long
savoring licks. He was relishing the flavor of her cunt-juice, licking it up like he would
the juice from a good thick steak.
Marian stared down at the shepherd's massive tawny-and-black head buried against her
cunt. She felt a perverted thrill in the depths of her belly. She imagined she was the'
poor girl cornered in the forest by the dogs. Now she had become the mistress of the
leader of the pack. And he was making love to her like she had never been made love to
before.
He was licking and slavering over her pussy, exciting her clitoris to tense erection,
stimulating her cunt-lips to fluttering arousal. She was a bestial bride of the senses,
relishing every lick, every nuzzle of her animal lover's tongue. Her whole being was
concentrated on her mission here. To lie back and enjoy – to let her dog lover bring her
to rousing orgasm with his talented tonguing.
"Oooooooohhh, lick me, Rex darling! Lick my pussy! Make me feel goodddd!
Aaaaiiieeeee!"
Feverishly, she began to jerk her cunt up towards his muzzle, urging him to stick his
tongue deeper, to penetrate the depths of her cunt. She tried to trap his slick tongue in
her cunt-hole, but it was no use. She would have to be content with the licks... unless...
The lewd idea seemed to appear from nowhere. Rex was a male, with a cock. Why not
fulfill her fantasy and let him fuck her?
Shakily Marian raised herself and turned over onto hands and knees. She reached back
and hiked her nightgown far up over her back. Then she slapped her ass invitingly.
"Come on, Rex. Come on, boy. Up, boy, up!" The animal obeyed her at once. He
wrapped his forepaws lewdly around her hips and automatically began to hunch his
hips forward. Marian looked back under her body. She could see the long tapered shaft
of his prick sticking out red and ready.
The sight of the big prick almost made Marian change her mind. It was bigger than she
had expected! But the thought of how much pleasure that swollen rod could bring her
needing cunt made her remain as she was, quivering, waiting for him to find her cunthole.
"Do it, Rex," she moaned slavishly. "Fuck my pussy, darling! Please! I need it so bad!"
With the help of the alcohol, the young librarian was losing herself in the erotic depths
of her own depravity. She groaned lustily as she felt the tip of his cock bang against her
ass again and again. But each time, it slipped down between her legs. She realized her
pussy was not in the same place as a girl-dog's cunt. She would have to help him if he
was going to find his goal.
Her raging desire left her little choice. She wanted that cock in her cunt. She wanted it
bad!
"Oh, Rex darling, I want to feel your cock in my pussy!" Reaching back, she searched
for his prick protruding from its furry sheath. She grasped the tapered, rock-hard shaft
and guided it towards her quaking cunt. At the first pressure against the mouth of her
pussy-hole, her whole being trembled.
"Aaaaahhhh, that feels soooo nice!"
She let go of Rex's cock and let the dog take it from there. It was only an instant before
he lurched hard forward, slamming his swollen prick deep into her needing pussy. The
first sensation that Marian experienced was pain.
"AAAAAAGGGHHH! Oh, Rex, it's soooo hard! Your cock is so hard!"
The animal immediately established a harsh staccato fuck-rhythm up into her
defenseless cunt-hole. Marian made a few feeble attempts at breaking away from his
ruthless skewering. After a year's neglect, her cunt was almost as tight as a virgin's, and
it was hard to get used to the unnatural presence.
But gradually, the pain was forgotten in a mounting euphoria of pure unadulterated
pleasure. It was feeling good, better than she could ever have believed possible.
"Ooooooohhh, Rex darling! That's the way! Fuck meeee! Ohhhhh, fuck meeeeee!"
It was exciting Marian to use the same depraved language the heroine had used in the
story about the girl and the dogs in the forest. She felt totally open, totally receptive to
the dog's lewd fucking.
In fact, the young librarian firnly believed she had never felt so good in her entire life.
She had forgotten what treasures of pleasure were stored inside her cunt.
And then, too, she had never let herself go with a man the way she was letting go with
this big dog.
With the help of a bottle of wine, a woman who a few hours ago would never have
imagined herself fucking a man anytime in the near future was letting herself be wildly
fucked by a dog. She was totally unthinking, uncaring of the questionable moral
repercussions of such an obscene act. Without really planning it out consciously,
Marian had found herself in a position that thoroughly satisfied her inner lusts. She was
able to respond to the dog's animal sexuality in a way she had never been able to
respond to the same instincts in human males. This time she was in control. And Rex
would never think badly of her. He liked her. He could never talk about her. She was
perfectly safe.
"AAIIIEEEEE! Oh, God! It's sooooo good! Aaaagggghhhhh! What's happening?
OOOOHHH SHIT, I'M CUMMINGGGGG!"
It had been such a long time... in fact, it was possible Marian had never been this high
before in her life. It was an easy matter for her to climb to the heights of excitation and
peak right over the top. Her body had been waiting for it for a lifetime.
"AAAAAHHH!UUUUUUUHHHH!!"
Marian was experiencing pure erotic ecstasy. It was sheer nirvana to be able to enjoy
this kind of intense release and at the same time have new pangs of darting pleasure
being hurled at her. Rex did not slow his pace for a moment, even when her whole
body tensed with her cataclysmic explosion. It was several minutes before Marian
recovered from the pleasurable assault.
From that time on her response to the dog's fucking was pure bestial passion. She
began to thrust her shapely white butt lustfully back at the animal's tapered prick like
any bitch in heat. Her entire world was centered on that pleasure-bringing rod.
"Oooooohh, Rex, that's the' way, you darling creature! Keep doing it to me! It's
wonderful! I love it!"
From the midst of her alcoholic euphoria, Marian imagined how she must look,
kneeling on her own bed like a perverted bitch, taking a dog's long cock deep into her
drooling cunt.
It was so incredibly perverse! And she loved it! She knew now why she had been so
intrigued by the story of the girl and the dog. It had been her story. It had pointed the
way to her own pleasure.
From nowhere there suddenly revived memories of herself as a girl with her pet
Labrador, Homer. She remembered how she had loved Homer, how she had sometimes
let him lick her pussy. In her confused shame and guilt, she had forced herself to
suppress those memories, bury them somewhere deep in her subconscious. But now
they were there, vivid and unavoidable. She had enjoyed her times with Homer better
than she had ever enjoyed any man. And now there was Rex.
"Yesssss, Rex! Ooooooohhh, yessssssss! Oh, darling, I'm cumming again!"
It seemed there was no end to her intense pleasure. Once again the flood water assault
was burying her senses in euphoric release. She humped her ass happily back against
the dog's loins. At last, it was all 'coming out of her. The long months and years of
frustrated energy stockpiled deep inside, turning her into a nervous wreck. Already she
was feeling like a new woman, freer, more open. And she owed it all to Rex.
Suddenly the blonde realized the dog was cumming, too. His tempo had changed. He
had plunged his prick deep inside her cunt and was holding it far inside. He was filling
her with his hot viscous dog-jizz.
"Ooooohhh, Rex!" she cried excitedly. "You. darling! You're loving me so good!"
Once the animal had pumped his balls dry, he dismounted Marian and stretched out
beside her. Marian fell flat onto her belly. She giggled softly as the animal covered her
face with wet dogkisses.
"Oh, Rex. Rex, you're so wonderful!"
Marian fell asleep within moments, wrapped in a security blanket of soft warm release.
She slept like a baby. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she did not
wake up in the middle of the night, filled with anxiety.


Chapter 4

Penny was astounded by the change in Marian. In just a few days, the nervous, high
strung blonde had mellowed into an easygoing, fun-loving companion. It seemed even
Marian's sense of humor had improved. She no longer ran from the room when Philip
told a slightly off-color story. Penny was delighted with the change in her friend, but at
the same time mystified.
What could have happened to the woman to make such a drastic change in such a short
time?
To Penny the answer seemed obvious. Marian was getting laid. But the older woman
refused to talk about it. Every time Penny started talking about men and dates, Marian
acted as though the subject were all Greek to her.
Burning with curiosity, Penny decided the best tactic would be to visit Marian at home.
There, the blonde would be more relaxed, freer to be herself and speak her mind. It was
only three days after she had noticed the change in Marian that the brunette decided to
pay her a call.
It was twilight as Penny approached the neat bungalow where Marian had lived ever
since Penny had known her. Several lights were burning in the house. One in the
kitchen, one in the living room, and one at the back of the house. But when Penny
knocked, she got no answer.
At first, she thought that Marian must have gone and left the lights on to ward off
burglars. But then Penny noticed the front door was not quite closed. Surely no one
went out and left the door unlocked. Unless... the brunette's first impulse was to run to
a phone and call the police. Marian's house was being burglarized.
Once she thought about it, though, the adventurous brunette decided such an act might
be too rash. She should really check out her story first.
Pushing the door gently open, Penny slipped into the, house and crossed the living
room on tiptoes. Before she was halfway across the room, she realized there was no
burglary going on. A loud female groan assured her of that. But, instead of turning
back, Penny continued to head towards the bedroom. Obviously, Marian was
entertaining her lover.
And Penny just had to know who it was! "Oooooohh, Rex darling... fuck me like that!
Aaaaaahhhh! "
The young brunette could feel her cunt tingling in anticipation. She was so excited.
Marian was obviously really enjoying herself. But who was this Rex? It seemed a kind
of phony name.
"Uuuuuuhh, God, it's good!"
Penny didn't even dare breathe as she approached the door to Marian's bedroom. To
escape detection, she fell onto hands and knees and crawled the last few feet: What she
saw when she peeked around the door frame made her jaw drop" and her eyes swell to
saucer proportions. My God! Marian as fucking a dog!
For several moments, the young brunette was beyond thought. She just kneeled and
stared as the slick red dog-cock flew in and out of the other woman's willingly upturned
cunt. It was incredible. Marian was kneeling on the carpet like a bitch while a German
shepherd humped her like he would any bitch in the wild. More amazing than anything
was the ecstatic smile on the blonde's dazed face. Her eyes were closed. Her generous
mouth fell open slackly. Her little pink tongue was running hungrily over her lips.
Marian's lovely soft blonde hair was disheveled, scattered about her face and shoulders.
She looked beautiful, but she looked utterly depraved.
Penny couldn't believe it. It was just impossible. Not Marian... not the biggest prude
she had ever known! And now it turned out that Marian was more of a swinger than
Penny herself. It had never even occurred to the younger woman to try to fuck a dog.
She watched that hard, tapered dog-cock fixedly. She wondered what it would feel like.
Rex sure had a lot of energy.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhh! That's the way, fella! Uuuhh, shit, I love it! I love it!"
The language, too, was totally foreign to anything Penny could ever have imagined,
Marian saying. When she dropped something or made a mistake at the library, she said'
"shoot" pr "dam it". She did not say "shit".
Before she even realized what was happening, Penny found herself with a wet cunt. The
monstrous depravity of the scene before her was turning her on intensely. Marian was
so obviously enjoying herself. The dog was fucking her with such ferocious strength
and regularity. Penny was beginning to feel a bit jealous. She had never known a man
with that kind of energy!
The most titillating part of the whole scenario was the Jekyll-Hyde factor in Marian's
personality. And so far as she knew, Penny was the only one who knew about it. She
could hardly wait to tell Phil. This would really knock him on his ear. She was tempted
to get up and rush off to his place right away. But something held her back. A perverse
curiosity. She wanted to see this fuck out with Marian and the dog, Rex.
"Do it to meeeee! Do it to meeeee!" Marian's cry of encouragement was like a banshee
wail. Her shapely white ass-cheeks ground back energetically, giving the impression
that her cunt was greedily gobbling the dog's cock for all it was worth.
Penny reached down and began to stroke her cunt under her skirt. She was wearing no
panties this evening. It gave her a thrill to go around with her pussy bare under her
clothes. She loved the feel of her own fingers manipulating her sensitive clitoris and her
soft pussy-lips. The pleasure was so intense, she almost gave herself away with a low
groan. She muffled it just in time.
The younger woman gazed transfixed at the smooth lush curves of Marian's naked
kneeling body. She had suspected there might be a pretty woman hiding under
Marian's baggy skirts and mannish shirts. But she had been off the track. Marian was
not pretty. She was beautiful. She was definite pin-up material.
Penny imagined what it would be like to suck on those full rounded tits that were
brushing obscenely against the carpet as Marian bent forward to give the dog better
access to her cunt. The nipples were swollen and hard from the friction. As Penny
caressed her own pussy, she imagined closing her mouth around those fine pink buds,
sucking them, bringing them to hard peaks for climactic excitement.
If Marian likes to fuck dogs, she couldn't have any objections to getting it on with a
woman, Penny thought hopefully. Wow, she's really something! It would be so
wonderful...
The brunette's thoughts were interrupted by another throaty groan. "Fuck me, Rex! Oh,
yeah, do it to me, boy!"
The older woman's voice was quavering on the edge of hysteria. She was obviously
beside herself with arousal. It was apparent to her unseen audience that Marian was on
the brink of a huge climax.
Thoroughly turned on, Penny began to stroke her finger in and out of her wet ready
pussy. What she was watching was a brand-new fantasy for Penny. She realized she
would get a lot of mileage out of this one on the lonely nights when she was left to
service her own hungry cunt.
"Oh, God, God, I'm cumming, Rex! You're so good to me, darling!"
The blonde's face contorted with lustful agony. Her body writhed out of control on the
carpet. Penny had never seen anyone cum with that kind of intensity.
She'd been storing up for that one, Penny thought. Only then did it occur to her that
Marian was probably relatively new at fucking dogs. Rex must be the reason for the
recent change in Marian's personality. Penny was astounded. It seemed a strange way
to get one's emotional kick. Could fucking a dog really be that good? She wondered.
Slowly Marian was reviving from her climax. Penny realized the dog must have cum,
too. He was obviously preparing to dismount the woman.
Fearing discovery, Penny pulled her hand from her pussy and fled from the house. Her
mind was abuzz with thoughts and plans as she drove to Philip's apartment.
Marian! Not Marian! Incredible!


Chapter 5

On Saturday mornings, Marian ran the library 'by herself. She enjoyed the quiet
routine, the chance to be alone to think and to perform the simple familiar duties of a
librarian.
This Saturday, she was particularly grateful to be alone. The past week had been an
incredible experience for her. She still did not know what to make of it all. For the first
time in her life, she was discovering the real joys of sex. She had had the German
shepherd fuck her every day since she had first discovered his talents. And she was
feeling so good... so incredibly good.
The burden of guilt seemed to have been lifted from her soul like an airy vapor. She felt
free to indulge her little dalliance with the handsome dog. It was neat, uncomplicated.
No human male personalities to deal with. She had discovered a way to enjoy, to
experience pure pleasure, for the very first time. She felt like she had been reborn.
The only thing that had aroused her insecurity was the behavior of Penny and Philip
toward her during the last few days. It almost seemed as if they were in awe of her.
They were constantly asking her advice. When she spoke, they listened as though she
were laying down the Ten Commandments. Marian couldn't find any .fault in their
behavior exactly. But it did make her nervous. She didn't think they were teasing her,
but then...
Just as she was about to close the library, Philip walked in. It startled her, as though her
thoughts had somehow been able to summon him up.
"Hi," she greeted him. "What brings you here on a day off?"
"Just thought I'd drop in and say hello. I was in the neighborhood and I thought of
poor Marian working all by herself." His manner was flip, but he was watching her
intently. Marian went about her clearing-up duties, feeling his eyes boring into her
every step of the way. Finally she turned to face him...
"Are you sure there's nothing in particular you want?"
"Mmm, well, when you put it that way... A smile splayed at the comers of his mouth.
"Say, if we're really going to do some talking, you'd better lock up first. It's twelve
anyway"
She was confused. There was something about his manner that made his suggestion
sound like a command. It was most unlike the carefree Philip she was used to. "Yes, of
course'" With businesslike precision, she went about the routine of checking out the
last visitors and locking the door behind them. Then she went straight back to Philip
and faced him expectantly. "Well?"
"I've been wanting to talk to you, Marian."
"I thought so. Both you and Penny have been acting a little... well, strange... the last
couple of days. I thought there must be something on your minds."
"Well, you know, we've both always been very impressed by you, Marian. You're a very
intelligent woman. You're good at your job. You always seemed so... in control of
yourself. It always kind of awed us a little, I guess"
"Well, I certainly didn't mean-"
"And then when we learned how really human you are, on top of all your virtues, well...
that really blew our minds."
A warning bell sounded in Marian's brain. "What do you mean... how human I am'?
What did you learn?"
"About the dog, Marian. We found out you like to fuck dogs."
If there had been a pin to drop, it would have resounded like a cannon on concrete.
Marian looked as' though she had seen a ghost. Her face blanched. Her eyes glazed
behind her glasses.
At last she managed to speak. "How... how... did you... ?" The worst part of this all was
the thought that any number of people might know about her little dalliance with Rex.
"Don't worry, Marian,'" Philip assured her quickly. "Penny and I are the only ones who
know. She happened to drop by the other night when you were hot at it. Said it was the
sexiest thing she ever saw in her life."
For the first time the blonde could see the lust burning in his eyes. She was frightened.
She tried to hide her fear in defensiveness.
"So... now that you know... what do you plan to do about it? Money... is that what
you're after?" She surveyed him coldly. Being cornered like this had inspired her with a
courage she didn't know she possessed.
Philip appeared to be just as calm and casual as ever. He focused his boyish grin at her
and shrugged his shoulders in dismay. "Marian,'" he scolded her, "you know me better
than that, don't you? I'm no money-hungry clock-puncher. Pleasure is my bag. That's
what I live for."
She shivered.
"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Marian. I've never had the nerve to tell you.
You seemed so remote. So now I'm telling you. What do you want to do about it?"
Though he hadn't said so directly, Marian realized the price of his silence was letting
him screw her: Though the thought of selling her body for such a perverted reason
made her cringe, she felt she had little choice.
"Okay, Philip," she said dispassionately. She was staring straight ahead, clearly a victim
of shock. It was all happening so fast. "What about Penny? What do I have to do to
keep her quiet?"
"Penny and I have an arrangement. She'll do whatever I tell her to."
"I see."
Tears brimmed her eyes as she imagined her two co-workers talking over. The only,
thing that mattered was keeping them from talking.
Her tears seemed to soften Philip. He hadn't realized how hard his words had hit her.
"Listen, Marian, don't get me wrong. Penny and I don't want to hurt you. We think
you're great. Any girl who'll go as far as you will for her own pleasure has got guts. I
like that. So does Penny."
His words cheered Marian somewhat, but she couldn't forget what she was going to
have to do. "When do you want to... do it?" she asked. She didn't dare look at him.
"How about right now? This would be a great place. Makes my prick hard just thinking
about it."
"In the library? Are you crazy?"
"Why not? There's nobody here but us. It's safer than a lot of places. And no one's
going to sneak in the front door and catch us at it."
Marian was resigned to her fate. To protect her public image, she would have to
sacrifice herself. But she didn't have to like it. She'd just do it this once, then she'd leave
town or something.
"All right. What do you want me to do?"
Philip looked anxious. "Aw, come on, Marian. It's not that bad, is it? Am I ugly or
something?"
"No, Philip. It's just that I'm not crazy about being blackmailed for my body."
"Do you have to look at it that way?"
"How else should I look at it?"
"How about the price of having a fan club? Listen... why don't you take off those
glasses and let your hair down? I want to see the real Marian. Dawson. "
Wordlessly, she removed her glasses and laid them on the counter. She slipped the
elastic from her bun and shook her head to loosen the lustrous pale blonde hair.
Philip whistled. "Beautiful, baby. Now how's about taking off those ugly clothes?"
Feeling more ashamed than ever before in her life, Marian began to unbutton her
blouse. She turned her back to remove it and her brassiere. When she was naked from
the waist up, Philip ordered her to turn and face him. She did.
"Wow, baby! You have got the nicest pair of tits I've ever seen in my life!"
He stared dumbstruck at the generous round orbs with their virginal pink nipples
pointing pertly right at him.
"Jee-zuz, woman!"
He reached down and stroked the agonizing bulge in his pants. Philip was having the
time of his life. This was a real fantasy – having a beautiful chick like' this one 
his sexslave for the afternoon. She would have to do whatever he asked of her!
Without even waiting for his command, Marian slipped her skirt down over her hips.
Her panties followed close behind. She wore only a pair of plain navy-blue high heels.
"Is that what you wanted?" she asked dully, staring at the row of books behind him.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" His voice was urgent with excitement. "That's what I want all right.
Jeez, you're a good-looking broad. Fantastic!"
He reached forward and ran his hands lightly over her thrusting tits and lush hips. His
fingers just grazed her beaver. He felt her stiffen.
"Come on, Marian. Seeing you're here, why don't you just relax and enjoy it?"
"I'm sorry, Philip. That's one thing you can't make me do. You can force me to... make
love to you. But there's no way you can make me enjoy it."
She was beginning to feel contemptuous of the man. She was realizing how weak he
was, how susceptible to his own senses. He was staring at her the way a hungry dog
looks at a pork chop.
His hungry look faded into a leer. "Do you want to make a little bet on that, baby?
Why don't you come on over here and sit down?"
He led her over to the lounge area where there was a carpet and several armchairs. He
motioned her to sit down in one of the chairs. At once, he knelt in front of her, grabbed
her thighs, and pulled her until just the edge of her buttocks was resting on the fabric.
He was staring at the wide-open slit of her blonde-fringed cunt. The pink lips glistened
with just a trace of moisture. The little nub of her clitoris beckoned him like a gleaming
jewel set in a bed of roses. He bent forward and licked the fleshy ruby.
"Aaaggghhh!" she sighed.
His gesture had caught her unawares, before she could stiffen herself against the
onslaught of possible pleasure. She was not going to yield to some dandy who had
arrogantly pried into her personal life. She mustn't like it. She mustn't!
That tantalizmg sweep of his tongue over her clitoris had warned her to be on her
guard. If she wasn't careful, she would be moaning in abandoned passion in no time.
What he was doing felt awfully good.
He looked up at her, a taunting smile on his face. "Come on, Marian. Doesn't it feel
just a little bit good?" .
"Please, Philip, just do what you have to do.'" She closed her eyes and rested her head
back against the chair. She just wanted it to be over. She just wanted to be free to think
this thing out. To figure out how she could escape her shame.
Determined to release the firebrand of passion that he knew lurked inside the pretty
librarian, Philip began to work his tongue expertly round and round the delicate bud of
her clitoris. From time to time he stabbed the very tip with his spongy tongue. He
could tell by the way she was quivering 'that it was having an effect on her. But she
refused to make any conscious gesture, any sound that would indicate her approval of
what he was doing.
Philip took her response as a challenge. She was daring him to give her so much
pleasure that she would no longer be able to' resist him, not even mentally. If there was
anything Philip considered himself a true expert on, it was women and how to please
them. He began to pull out his arsenal of sexy tricks. If Marian was going to hold out
against him, he was going to make her fight for her moral victory. Like a tigress.
Fluttering his tongue like a tiny hummingbird's wings, he worked it up and down the
lips of her cunt. He brushed them again and again, ever so lightly, with his vibrating
tongue. As he reached the top of her puffy gash, he pursed his lips and sucked on the
nearly erect nub of her clitoris. His lips worried and fretted it for several moments
before his mouth worked back on down her cunt-slit.
The growing size of her clitoris told him she was experiencing pleasure. Still she held
out.
Marian was finding it more and more difficult to fight' the young accountant's talented
twat tonguing. His tongue was not as soft and fine-textured as Rex's, but it was more
agile, more sensitive to the particular areas of her sexual susceptibility. Every time he
sucked on her clitoris, she had to grit her teeth to keep from moaning aloud. She
opened her eyes and looked down at his blond head laboring between her thighs.
Suddenly he seemed much less of an ogre to her. He was a handsome young man
trying to bring her pleasure. And he was succeeding.
Only her own sense of guilt kept her from relaxing and reveling in the molten pleasure
of his tongue-caresses. And what was she feeling guilty about? Fucking a dog? Letting a
man make love to her so he wouldn't tell anyone she fucked a dog? The whole thing
suddenly seemed very small and silly...
The important thing was that her body knew how to want and experience pleasure. For
years, she had been holding it back, denying it its basic meat and drink. She realized
now she didn't want to lead that kind of arid life any longer. She wanted' to experience
pleasure. All the pleasure she had been missing.
The last straw in her defense snapped when he prodded his tongue up inside her cunt
and wriggled it against the clasping walls of her pussy.
"Aaaaaaiiieeee! Oh, Philip, that's good! It's good! I like it!"
She didn't care any more that she was letting him have the moral victory. She was
doing what she wanted to do. She was experiencing pleasure.
Philip paused in his labors for a moment to look up at the naked beauty who had just
yielded her sensuality to him. He looked at her soft blonde hair framing her lovely face
and full sensual mouth, at her round tits, at her smooth belly and her wide-open cunt
slit, waiting for more of his obscene tongue-lashings. His eyes met hers. "What a
woman!" That was the highest compliment he could pay her. To him, this lovely
creature epitomized sex and sensuality. His cock was pounding like a sledgehammer
inside his pants, responding to the incredible sexual trip of making love to her like this.
First, against her will. Now, very much in accordance with it.
She ran her tongue over her lips. "Do it some more," she whispered in a husky voice. "I
love it."
"Baby, you're something else!" Suddenly Philip came face-to-face with the astounding
fact that this sexpot was actually Marian the librarian! Penny had been right! She was
incredible!
He bent forward and again buried his head between her thighs. He began to cover her
cunt with knees, then to suck on her clitoris with renewed frenzy. She squealed in
appreciation.
Marian was impressed with how good Philip was at cunt-lapping. She had never really
let go with a man before. Being with Rex so many times over the past week had taught
her how to be more receptive to a human male. It was titillating to experience this
abandoned sensuality with another. With Philip, she could share the experience of her
sexual wantonness. With the dog, she was essentially alone.
"Ooooooohh, yessssss! Yess, it's gooddd! You suck my pussy so nice!"
It was getting to the point for Philip now where his pounding cock was becoming the
focus of attention. Much as he enjoyed the tangy taste of her free-flowing cunt-juice, he
wanted something else from her. Something that would satisfy the dull ache in his
prick. He wanted to sink his cock deep into her quivering cunt-hole. She was as ready
as she'd ever be, her cunt wet and dilated.
"Baby, I gotta fuck you now," he grunted as he rose to his feet and hurriedly began to
remove his clothes.
"Oooh, yess, fuck me!" she moaned. She got down off the chair and kneeled facing it,
thrusting her ass in the air, inviting him to fuck her in the' doggie position. She put her
head on the chair cushion.
The sight of her nubile nakedness poised in readiness for him made Philip's cock lurch.
He liked the idea of fucking her from behind, the way the dog did it. The way her full
round ass-cheeks swayed in the air made him shiver with urgent need. She was all
woman, much as she had tried to hide it. He congratulated himself on being one of the
first to discover the real Marian Dawson.
As soon as she was naked, Philip kneeled behind her and guided his erect cock towards
the welcoming target of her wet cunt. He pressed his cock-head along her cunt-slit until
he found the yielding spot. He shoved his prick deep into her pussy, driving it right up
until it collided with her cervix far inside.
"Oooooohhhhh! Uuuuuuhhh! Oh, your cock feels so good in me!" she groaned.
Used to the way the dog fucked her, Marian immediately began to hump her ass-cheeks
back to accommodate hard rhythmic fuck-strokes.
Philip took his cue from the woman and began to ram his prick harshly in and out of
her grasping pussy. He loved the way her well-developed cunt muscles nibbled on his
cock. She was a dynamite fuck, just the way he had always dreamed she would be. At
last the young accountant was getting his wish. He was fucking Marian – the prim
librarian. And she was fucking him back, with all the enthusiasm of an amateur whore.
He was so excited, it was all he could do to keep from blowing his wad right then and
there.
"Ahh, Jee-zuz, Marian! You're really something, you know that? Man, I just can't get
over it! All this time I thought butter wouldn't melt in your mouth!"
Even as he spoke, Philip maintained the fuck-tempo. His hands grasped her hips
harshly and helped pull her back onto his swollen cock. It was sheer animal fucking.
Wild. Exciting. Thank Christ he had decided to drop into the library!
"Yessssss! Yessssss! Do it like that!"
Her hoarse voice betrayed the woman's total preoccupation with what was happening
to her. She was riding a sexual peak that was all sighs and moans and grunts. Her being
was her cunt for the moment. She wanted all of it she could get. Philip's cock wasn't as
hard. as Rex's, but it was thicker. She loved the way it forced her pussy-lips apart on
each instroke. She loved the way it forced her pussy-lips apart on each instroke. She
loved the way it massaged her inner tissues. She was so glad she was learning to enjoy
her sexuality. It was so good to feel good!
"Ooohh! Oh! Oh!" she groaned monotonously again and again. She could feel the
pressure building deep in her belly, driving her up, up, up. Until there was nowhere to
go but down the other side. "Aaaiieeee! I'm cumming!"
She squirmed and writhed uninhibitedly in front of him. That was all Philip could take.
He decided to ride the express with her...
"Jeez-me, too! Shit, I'm blowing it into you, Marian baby!"
He slammed his crotch hard against her butt as his balls pumped their precious load
deep into her cunt. When he was finished, they both collapsed onto the rug. Marian
was the first to get up.
"Holy cow! I just remembered. The cleaning lady comes in here Saturday afternoon.
We better go!"
He smiled at her as he started to dress. "Yeah," he sighed. "Sorry, Marian, but I just
can't get too worried about anything right now."
She smiled back at him.
"Me, either. But we do still want to have jobs, come Monday morning, right?"
She was no longer thinking about leaving home. Life was just getting exciting, right
here in Beamis County. It would be silly to leave now!


Chapter 6

When Philip had announced he was going to visit Marian at the library Saturday
morning, Penny made her own plan. But she told Philip nothing about it.
The young brunette hadn't been able to get the picture of Marian fucking the dog out
of her mind. Ever since she watched that hard tapered dog-cock skewering Marian's
cunt, it had haunted her dreams. She had to find out what it was like for herself. And
she decided' to use Marian's dog as a guinea pig. After all, he was used to ficking
humans.
Penny felt a little bit guilty about breaking and entering. But she knew where Marian
kept her spare key, and the other woman had often invited her to drop by and use her
house when she couldn't put up with her roommates any longer. So what she was
doing was all right. It was just her ulterior motives she was worrying about.
She could hear the dog barking on the other side of the door as she fumbled with the
lock. Suddenly it struck her that German shepherds were natural watchdogs. Maybe
Rex wouldn't even let her get anywhere near him. She opened the door just a crack and
talked to the animal.
"It's okay, Rex. I'm a friend. I just want to say hi. It's okay there's a good boy." Penny
had never had a dog in her life and wasn't sure what to say to console Rex. But the
animal did seem to be responding to her voice. The barking stopped.
Gingerly she slipped into the kitchen and was relieved to find the black and tan dog
wagging his tail at her.
"A fine watchdog you are!" she grumbled. Fear had made her grouchy, but she cheered
up once she realized she had made it. She was inside, and Rex was responding very
nicely to her pats on his big head...
"Yeah, you're a good dog, aren't you? Yes, you're pretty, too."
She felt self-conscious talking to an animal. She figured it was something you had to be
a true dog-lover to get into. But on the other hand, she thought it would be callous to
just walk in and try to get the creature to fuck her, without even trying to strike up a
relationship..
It was an awkward position and Penny felt silly. She giggled as she contemplated the
absurdity of trying to figure out how to court a dog. She decided to play it cool and see
what happened. She figured she had some time to work with. It was only ten-thirty.
Philip would likely keep Marian at the library until well past closing time. He had
mentioned he wanted to fulfill his fantasy of fucking Marian on the job, so to speak.
She went into the living room and sat down on the couch. The dog sat at the other end
of the room and watched her. Not the right intimate atmosphere, she decided. She went
into the bedroom.
"Oh good, a TV! Maybe there'll be some good cartoons on."
Though almost twenty-one, Penny still had many of the interests of someone much
younger. She called it being young at heart. Her kid brother called it being juvenile. It
didn't bother Penny much. She figured she'd still be enjoying cartoons and roller
skating and fucking and whatever else struck her fancy when she was eighty. Not that
she could imagine herself ever being eighty.
The young brunette began to feel titillated at the depravity of walking into a friend's
house with the perverse intention of fucking her dog. She decided to take off her
clothes and play with her cunt.a little. That might .interest the animal. He was sitting
next to the bed, watching her, trying to decide what to make of her.
"You probably. wonder what I'm doing here, don't you, Rex? Well, mainly it's because I
have a very hot pussy that I was hoping you could help me with."
The lewdness of her words excited her and she reached down to stroke the wet slit of
her cunt. Her sense of humor about the situation was fast fading into a sense of
urgency.
Her pussy was moist and ready. The abandon or lying back on her friend's bed, naked,
and playing with her cunt made her clitoris pulse hotly under her touch. She thought
back to the other night, when she had spied on Marian being fucked by the dog. She
had looked so beautiful, so thoroughly depraved, being screwed by the animal like that.
Her face had betrayed utter sensual satisfaction. The memory reminded Penny of why
she was here. She was after a new experience.
Oblivious to the cartoons blaring away on the television, she slipped down onto the
lush pile carpet and stretched out full length, her thighs spread far apart. Her fingers
toyed with the moist flesh of her cunt.
Obviously her position awakened a responsive chord in the dog, because he came up to
her and positioned himself between her thighs. He began to prod his nose against her
clitoris. It was cold.
"Ooohh! That feels wonderful, doggie! Do it some more!"
The feel of cold wetness on her sensitive organ drove Penny wild. Lust-pangs were
throbbing from her clitoris throughout her naked sensitized body. It was lewd, letting a
dog make love to her. It was exciting!
Suddenly the animal extended his tongue and licked all the way up over her pulsing
pussy furrow.
"Goddddd! Wow! No wonder Marian likes you beautiful! Your tongue is dynamite!"
She tilted her cunt upward a little, to allow the dog better access to her quivering slit.
She wanted to get as much of her vulnerable twat-flesh in contact with his tongue as
possible. The sensation was extraordinary. It was like .washing her pussy with the
softest washcloth in the world.
"Mmmmmm! Jeez, I think I could get it off just like this!" She moaned and squirmed
on the rug as the dog ran his tongue again and again up over her tender gash.
The more eagerly he licked her slit, the more urgently she tilted her cunt up to drink in
more of his lewd caresses. She could feel little fires igniting in her belly, carrying her to
abandoned peaks of urgent desire.
Reveling in her own depravity, she spread her thighs as far as she could, giving the dog
free rein in the smoldering slit of her pussy. She closed her eyes and rocked her head
from side to side. Her concentration was focused on her cunt. On that talented dog
tongue giving her an experience she had never known before.
"Oooooohhh, Rex! Marian really knows what she's doing! You have the best tongue I
ever felt on my pussy!"
She began to think about his cock. His tongue felt this good, what would his cock be
like? She moved her head a little to the side so she could look down toward his belly.
His prick was standing. out from his hairy cock-sheath, red and hard. He was excited
by the taste of her pussy! He was ready to fuck!
Moaning with lewd abandon, Penny sat up and turned' over onto hands and knees. She
wiggled her bare ass in the air to encourage the animal to mount her.
"Come on, Rex. I want you to fuck me now!"
The dog sat back and looked at the quivering female before him. He seemed confused.
He watched her ass sway back and forth, back and forth.
In desperation, Penny reached back and slapped her ass. "Here boy! Come on, Rex!
Fuck me!" She was gratified to see that the animal appeared to understand this
command. He came forward and raised his forelegs to clasp her hips.
Penny wriggled with excitement. The feel of his hairy paws straddling her waist made
her feel incredibly depraved. She imagined there couldn't be anything in the world
more obscene than encouraging a dog to mount and fuck her. For that reason, her
already-wet cunt grew even wetter. She was hungry for that dog-cock!
The dog began to lunge forward, trying to bury his cock in her cunt-hole. Eagerly, the
woman gyrated her ass-cheeks, trying to find a position that would allow his cock to
soar right on up into her fuck-hole. It was difficult. Each time his slippery cudgel would
slip uselessly down between her thighs. At last, though, it found purchase in her tight
clenched bung. It soared a little way up into her asshole.
"AAAGGHH! Nooooo! Not there!" Quickly she reached back and took hold of his
prick.
When he pulled back to prepare for a second thrust, she slipped it out and down
towards her cunt-hole. She' prodded the tip against her spongy opening and Rex took it
from there. He slammed his iron-hard cock deep into her clasping pussy, then began to
fuck Penny abandonedly.
"AAAIIIEEEEE!! Oh, God, it's wonderful!" Her face wreathed in an unnatural smile,
the brunette began to shove her ass eagerly back to meet the dog's convulsive cock
strokes. Again and again his cock-head penetrated the depths of her cunt, ramming
lewdly against her cervix.
"Ooooohhhh, Marian! Marian!" she wailed to her absent friend. "You were so right! It's
sooooo good! I love getting doggie-fucked!"
It was the most depraved experience of her young lifetime. And Penny was loving every
minute of it. She was turned on by the sheer wantonness of her behavior.
The young librarian' became thoroughly engrossed in the hypnotic eroticism of the
dog's hard-hitting strokes. She closed her eyes and concentrated on meeting him lunge
for-lunge in a frantic primitive fuck-rhythm. It was as though the two of them were
rushing headlong to orgasm, together. As though time was short. As though they didn't
have a moment to spare.
Penny had been fucking ever since she was a precocious thirteen-year-old, but she had
never known anything as wildly exciting as what she was experiencing this very minute.
Her mind was aflame with. perverted passion. She felt like an abandoned whore. And
the sensation was terrific! So damned good, she could hardly believe it...
"Oh, Rex, baby! Keep it up like that, and I'm going to cum like crazy, you know that?"
Penny no longer felt self-conscious about talking to a dog. It came easily now. Just as
though she were encouraging a human lover.
"Fuck me, Rex! Fuck me!"
It seemed like hours went by. Penny had never had a lover with such an incredible
talent for keeping his cock hard. The dog was a wonder – a relentless fuck-machine.
The brunette's body was turning to rubber. Her entire being was so intensely sensitized
she was losing awareness of time and space and events... She just wanted to keep on
fucking. In this kind of mood, Penny felt like she could screw forever.
Gradually though, she felt an awesome surge of energy building somewhere deep In the
pit of her belly. She was getting ready to cum, and she welcomed the building torrent,
inviting it to sweep over her. She wanted to experience the mindless depravity of being
thoroughly fucked by a dog and then filled to brimming with his jizz.
"Ohhhhh, yessssss! Make me cum, lover!" With the same ardent enthusiasm as a
human lover, the dog redoubled his efforts in her wet, writhing cunt. Penny began to
suspect that he, too, was approaching climax, so intense and staccato like were his
movements.
"Uuuuuhh... uuuuhh... uuuuuuhhhh!" Grunting like a beast in the wild, Penny gave
way to the breaking tide of climax. "Oh, shit! Oh Jee-zuz! Oh, God! I'M
CUMMMMMINGGGG!!"
Wrapped up as she was in the avalanche of her release, the girl realized that she was
not alone in her pleasure. The dog, too, was cumming.
"Shoot it into me, Rex baby! Christ, it feels so good!"
She could feel little rivulets of dog-jism overflowing her pussy and running down the
insides of her thighs. She grinned lewdly and licked her lips, savoring the debauched
eroticism of being smeared with dog-cum.
When Philip started bragging about fucking Marian Dawson, she would have a story to
tell Philip!
It was only after she had collapsed onto the rug, her passion spent, that Penny
discovered she and Rex were no longer alone in the house.
"Well, hello, Penny! I wasn't expecting to see you today." It was Marian's voice.


Chapter 7

Penny got a double surprise when she looked up. Marian wasn't alone. Philip was with
her. She smiled sheepishly up at them. "Hi, you guys. I was in the neighborhood, and I
thought I'd drop by and keep the dog company for a while." She giggled, "He's great
company, Marian."
"Must be," Philip quipped dryly. "Your hair is matted with sweat. You've got an awfully
silly look on your face. That dog must be one hell of a lay."
The young accountant couldn't keep a slight edge of irony out of his voice. Somehow it
bothered him that his young girl friend should be so thoroughly impressed by dogfucking. 
After all, she had him!
The brunette began to chuckle. She no longer felt self-conscious. After all, it was pretty
obvious Marian and Philip had been up to some tricks of their own. "Philip! You're
jealous!"
"I'll show you who's jealous." He attacked her playfully and began to tickle her ribs.
The way her naked body writhed against him started to excite him. He could feel his
cock growing in his pants.
"Hey, what's going on you two? No fights!"
Marian got right into the spirit of the others playfulness. Fucking Philip this morning
had released the last of her inhibitions. She felt relaxed with the younger couple.
Particularly considering Penny had just been fucking the dog. That erased any taint of
perversion. Penny liked fucking Rex, too.
On impulse, the blonde began to pull off her clothes. She had brought Philip home to
continue the erotic play they had started in the library. Penny's presence only increased
the possibilities, she realized. They could have an orgy!
When she was naked, she got down on the floor and started to attack Philip, pulling
him off the younger woman. As she grabbed, she discovered his cock was long and hard
inside his pants.
"Hey, look what I found!" she exclaimed mischievously. "A hard cock!"
The others sat up and looked at her. Marian began to squirm uncomfortably under
their blatant gazes.
"Marian, you're beautiful!" Penny breathed at last. "I know I saw you the other day, but
to be close to you..." She reached out and caressed the other woman's tit, massaging the
nipple into hardness.
The blonde was startled. Penny's hand on her tit felt awfully good... downright sexual.
She had never thought about making love to a woman. As she thought about it now,
the idea began to titillate her. Penny had such a firm, tight young body. She wondered
what it would be like to suck a nipple, as though she were a baby and Penny the
mother.
"Penny, I..." she murmured, her eyes still, locked on Penny's firm round tits.
"Touch me, Marian... I'd like you to touch me."
Philip was forgotten for a moment as the two women became absorbed in exploring
each other on this new level. The dog had retired to a corner and was dozing peacefully.
Gingerly Marian reached out and put a hand on each tit. She ran her fingers lightly
over their smooth contours. She couldn't believe it. Penny's tits were the softest things
she had ever felt in her life!
"They're so smooth... so soft..."
"No more than yours, Marian." Penny's fingers worked expertly at the older woman's
nipples. "You probably just never noticed. Oohh, I like the way you're feeling me,
Marian. Feel me some more."
Marian became bolder. Her fingers wandered down over the younger woman's belly
and teased at the hairy patch of her beaver. Then, frightened by her own boldness, she
pulled them back up to Penny's jugs.
"Suck my tit, Marian; Please... I'd like you to."
As though she had read Marian's mind, Penny held up a tit as though she were offering
it to a child. Obediently, Marian bent forward and took the little pink bud in her
mouth., She began to suck greedily, immediately reverting to the secure feeling of a
hungry baby.
"Oooohhh, feels gooddd!" Penny groaned. She threw back her head in ecstasy. It was
then she noticed Philip staring transfixed at her and Marian.
"What do you think, Phil? Does it turn you on?"
"You bet!"
Philip had had fantasies about watching two women making out. He loved to look at
pictures of women in girlie magazines. There was something so unbelievably sensual
about seeing the two shapely females together. The one so young and nubile, the other
slightly older, lusher, ripe for plucking.
He could feel his cock growing thicker and harder in his pants. But he was content to
just sit and watch for the moment, to be silent witness to Marian's initiation into
lesbianism.
Marian was holding onto Penny's jugs while she covered them with tiny licks and kisses
and hungry sucks. It was the most satisfying sensual experience she had ever known.
She realized now why men liked to go back to the breast.
"Mmmmmm, I like doing this," she murmured.
She could feel her pussy growing wet with excitement. Little drops of moisture were
running down onto her thighs. Part of that wetness, too, she remembered, was Philip's
cum, still stored in her cunt. She reveled in the sheer eroticism of experimenting with
sexuality. First a dog, then a man, now a woman. It was all so exciting, so liberating!
Penny's entire body was coming back to life with the sensitive caresses of Marian's
mouth on her tits. As she sat holding the other woman's head against her bosom, she
could feel the dog's cum oozing from her pussy. It was a delightfully titillating
experience. She enjoyed the thought that she was giving Marian her first taste of
making love to a woman. She wanted it to be a memorable experience for the lovely
blonde.
Gently she pushed Marian down until she was lying outstretched on the rug.
"But I wanted to suck your tits some more." Marian sounded disappointed.
"Later, darling. I want to do something nice for you now."
Penny positioned herself between the older woman's thighs and reached for the
blondefringed lips of her cunt. She spread them until the pink flesh glistened up at her.
It excited her to see Marian's juices making her pussy wet and lubricated. It struck her
that part of that moisture was undoubtedly Philip's cum. This would be an exciting way
to taste it.
She moved her head in close to the beckoning pussy and lapped at Marian's clitoris.
"Ooooooohhhh! Aaiiieeeee!"
For the second time in the day, the librarian was having her pussy eaten. This time it
was a woman who was sucking on her pert clitoris. Only hours before, it had been that
woman's boy friend. There seemed no end to the depraved aspects of this lewd
encounter. While she moaned in ecstasy under Penny's mouth, she looked up at Philip.
She saw the sparkle of lust in his eyes and she smiled.
"Ooohh, my pussy feels so wonderful!"
She watched for the effect her words would have on him. His handsome mouth
drooped with arousal. He began to unbutton his trousers. In almost no time he was
naked. His cock stood out hard and ready from his loins. She looked at him
expectantly.
"Just want to get myself ready," he told her lewdly. "You girls make it awfully hard for
a guy to just sit still."
"Your cock looks nice. Uuuuhhh." Penny's mouth on her cunt was driving the blonde
wild.
"Ooohh, Goddd, I feel wonderful, darlings!" Thoroughly absorbed now in the depraved game,
Marian began to hump her hips down against Penny's mouth. She didn't give the other
girl a moment's rest. Her cunt demanded more... more of the lewd attention.
Penny was happy to give her girl friend all the good loving she wanted. She loved the
tangy taste of Marian's and Phil's mingled juices on her tongue. She loved the way the
older woman was responding to her cunt-kisses. It was a thrill to watch this lovely
woman, who only a couple of weeks ago had been a frustrated old maid, turn into a
young lively sexpot. Who would ever have thought she would have seen Marian
Dawson in an orgy? It was the erotic dream of a lifetime! Penny didn't know when she
had been this excited...
"Mmmmm, your cunt tastes good, Marian honey!" She looked up at her boy friend. "So
does your cum, baby!" She licked her lips lewdly.
"You little whore!" he teased her.
He reached out and slapped her on the ass as she kneeled between Marian's legs. The
saucy wriggle of her ass-cheeks made up Philip's mind. He was going to have to get
into this game. His cock was just too hard, too achy to be neglected any longer.
He knew just what he wanted to do, too. He wanted to get his cock sucked by Marian
while Penny ate her pussy.
He got up and positioned himself in front of the blonde librarian. He held his ramrod
stiff cock in one hand while he guided her head around with the other. The bulbous
cock-tip grazed her lips enticingly. She opened wide and took it in. She sucked on his
stiff prick with the enthusiasm of a novice. Her mouth was warm and wet and
welcoming. His cock lurched with excitement.
Penny couldn't believe her eyes. Marian was sucking Philip's cock! And she was
sucking it like she liked it, like there was nothing in the whole world she would rather
be doing. The brunette was so preoccupied by the titillating picture that for a moment
she neglected Marian's cunt. The other woman's shameless wriggle reminded her of her
mission.
"Uuuuuuhhh! Mmmmmmm! Aarrhhhhh!" Marian's words were garbled, but her intent
was plain. She was riding high. She was drunk with pleasure! "You're incredible,
Marian!" Penny groaned as she again buried her head between her friend's thighs.
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever known. You're wonderful!"
She sucked hungrily on Marian's clitoris, and Marian responded by grinding her cunt
lustfully against her face. To further fire the seeds of the librarian's excitement, Penny
rammed a finger deep into her cunt-hole.
"Aaaarrggghhh! Aaauuhhh!"
Like a machine, the blonde churned her cunt up and down over Penny's deep-buried
finger. The more .excited she got, the more eagerly she sucked the big cock impaling
her mouth. A few days ago, she would have said she would never suck a man's cock.
But she loved the rubbery hard feel of if in her mouth. She loved the way the cock-head
inflated, grew rock-solid between her lips. It gave her an intoxicating sense of power to
feel his excitement growing under her touch like this. She experimented with her lips
and tongue until she found a technique that made him grunt with pleasure...
"Uuuuhhh! Shit, Marian, that's fantastic!"
Philip's face wore a lusty grin. For a man who claimed his prime interest in life was
pleasure, Philip was getting exactly what he wanted. He was alone with two beautiful,
sexy women. He was getting his cock sucked to stiff perfection by an ex-old maid while
a young nympho ate the other woman's cunt. There was titillation for both the eye and
the cock. It was everything he had never dreamed of and more. Philip had never
realized one guy could get this lucky all at once!
As he threw back his head in 'ecstasy, the young accountant noticed a movement in a
comer of the room. The dog was waking up, stretching himself lazily. Philip got an
idea. If he could get the dog into this three-way orgy, his zest for perversion would be
complete.
"Hey, boy, come on over here!" He whistled. The German shepherd walked over, but
seemed unsure of what was expected of him. When he nuzzled Philip's hand, the man
nudged him down toward the young brunette. "Go on, boy! Why don't you fuck her?"
He slapped Penny's ass by reaching far down over the two women's bodies... The dog
seemed to understand. He sniffed Penny's ass-crack, then he mounted her, as he
had earlier in the day. Her butt quivered beneath his furry embrace.
"Uuuuuuhhh!" Penny groaned in debased excitement.
Despite the resounding fuck she had gotten from the dog earlier, she was ready for
more. The depraved orgy she was participating in with her two co-workers had aroused
all her sexual sensibilities. She was ready for action. The idea of being fucked by the
dog in the presence of her two friends excited her. Penny was always ready for a new
kick, a new thrill. She thrust her ass high in the air.
The brunette was expecting to have to help the dog's cock find her cunt-hole, but this
time Rex got lucky on his first try. His hard cock, swollen from the excitement of
sniffing the girl's cunt, soared deep up into her dilated pussy. He began to fuck her with
the relentless enthusiasm he had' demonstrated earlier in the day. It was almost as if
Rex too, was titillated by the idea of being part of an orgy.
"Aaaarrrgggghhhh! OohhhhHHHH!"
Penny was going wild with the obscene thrill of being fucked by a dog while she ate a
woman's cunt. Both were considered to be unnatural acts, and she was enjoying both of
them. She was fearless. Penny liked to think of herself as a Daniel Boone of the sexual
world.
Philip watched fascinated while the dog's tapered red cock flew in and out of his girl
friend's pussy. The thing was so long and hard-looking, he was afraid it might split her
cunt wide open. But obviously Penny had no such fears. She was writhing like a wild
woman under the canine's ramrod spear.
He no longer felt any jealousy about Penny's enthusiasm for the dog. He realized it was
quite a different thing from fucking a man. It was pure, unadulterated animal lust.
Unquestioning. Uncompromising. Rex was a syncopated fuck-machine with fur.
"Jee-zuz, Penny, you should see that big prick of his screwing into your pussy! Shit!"
His voice was thick with excitement. "Does it feel good, baby?"
"Uuuuuuhh, yessssss! He's fucking me so nice! Shit, my pussy's on fire, Phil honey!
Oooohhh!"
The arousal in Philip's voice was contagious. It thrilled Penny to know how much her
debased act was exciting her boy friend. She purposely thrust her ass back more
provocatively against Rex's loins. She wanted to be wanton. She enjoyed acting like a
whore. She wanted to get it off!
Even in the midst of her own wanton excitement, Penny didn't neglect Marian's pussy.
She screwed her finger in and out of the other woman's cunt and sucked on her clitoris
with the avid enthusiasm of a hungry baby. Marian's clitoris was rock-hard in her
mouth.
Marian almost couldn't believe the lewd scenario that was taking place in her bedroom.
While Penny fucked a dog and sucked her cunt, she was giving a head-job to Penny's
boy friend. It was crazy. But it was good! Very good!
Marian and Philip had arrived at the house just as Penny was climaxing with the dog,
so they hadn't had a chance to actually watch her screw. Now, the very thought that
her friend was responding hungrily to the pet's hard-fucking cock made Marian's cunt
flower open in receptive lust. The sound of Penny's cries, so like her own wails of
passion, made her hot pussy hotter. She had never known depraved ardor like theirs
existed outside storybooks...
"Uuuuhh! Mmmmmmmm! Oooooohhhhh!" Penny's mouth on her pussy was sending
fiery torture-pangs throughout her squiming body. She sucked Philip's cock eagerly,
hungry to find out what sperm tasted like. She, thought she had detected odd stray
drops seeping from the slit in the knob, but she wasn't sure. She wanted lots of it. She
wanted him to fill her throat with thick white cum!
"Jee-zuz, God! What a mouth! Marian baby, I'd never have believed it! You give a great
blow-job! Shittttt!"
Philip gripped her by the hair. He moved her head back and forth, guiding the slick
ride of her lips along his throbbing cock. The nibbling touch of her lips was drivin him
wild with passion. His balls were teeming with their heavy load. It would' not be long
now before he shot his wad deep into her greedy throat. That would be something!
Watching the quiet librarian swallowing his jism!
Their grunts and groans and sighs filled the bedroom, competing with the mindless
chatter from the TV set that was still playing, though no one was paying it the least
attention. Even the dog was panting heavily. The air in the room was pregnant with
erotic intensity. A mass explosion was building, and they all knew it.
All of a sudden, things started happening.
"Uuuuhhh! Oooohhh! I'm cumming!" Penny's hips ground hungrily back at the dog's
loins as the torrent of orgasm swept through her naked body. Even in the intensity of
release, her first thought was to make Marian cum, too. She wanted to do that for her
pretty girl friend.
"Ooooohh! Rex is cumming in me! I can feel it! I can feel it!" For the second time that
day, her pussy was being flooded with dog-cum.
Penny's excitement transmitted itself to Marian through her eager nibbles on the older
woman's twat.
Marian could no longer resist their erotic call, "Oooohh! Me, too! Me, too!"
She tried not to stop sucking Philip's cock, though the temptation to just let it all
happen was strong. She sucked strongly on the tip, urging his cock to spill its load into
her.
That did it. Philip, too, let go. With a loud groan he started pumping his' thick jism
deep into the gyrating blonde's throat. It seemed the flow would never end as he thrust
his loins again and again against her pursed lips. At last, though, he was spent. Along
with the others, he lay down on the rug to catch his breath.
"Boy, that was something, wasn't it?" Penny teased at last. She started to giggle happily,
reaching out to stroke Marian and then Phil and then Rex.
"You mean, we're all through? I was just getting warmed up." Marian was feeling
reckless in her satisfied euphoria.
"Just give me a few minutes, girls. I'll be right with you."
Penny expressed the thought that was running thru all their minds! "I wonder what old
Grimwood would say if she could see her happy staff now!"


Chapter 8

Irma Grimwood was a mystery to everyone who knew her. No one seemed to know her
well.
She had been a librarian for thirty years, twenty-five of them in Beamis County. She
enjoyed her job, and she took it seriously. To Irma, the library was friend, husband,
family. That was why she got so upset when one of her staff made a mistake or took the
job lightly. They just didn't understand. Irma wanted everything to be perfect.
On Saturday mornings, Irma worked in the garden around her secluded home. The
house and garden reflected her own nature. Tall hedges completely enclosed the yard,
protected it from prying eyes. Irma liked to be alone. Her only company was Pharaoh, a
five-year-old black Alsatian. He was one in a long line of sires that Irma had raised and
cared for. Her dogs got all the love she denied others. Her own husband had left her
twenty years earlier, for that very reason.
He could never understand why his wife was so cold to him and so cozy with her dog.
He had suspected something unnatural was going on. When. he discovered his
suspicions were correct, he had fled town with Sarah Watkins, a waitress at one of the
local diners. Neither had been heard from since.
Irma had been quite pleased with her husband's disappearance. She had never really
liked men. It was only at her mother's insistence that she had married at all. When her
husband left, she had the respectability of "Mrs." without a bothersome man around the
house to get in the way, to interfere with her little bits of fun. It was neat, just the way
Irma liked things.
As she worked among the rose bushes in her back garden, the head librarian thought
about work, about things to be done, books to be ordered over the next few weeks.
Then she started to think about the staff. Some things had been bothering he. Lately.
It wasn't like the old days any more, and that bothered her.
What she was worried about in particular was Marian Dawson. Marian was Irma's
pride and joy.
The older woman saw in the young blonde many of the qualities she herself had
possessed at a comparable age. A good level head. A large capacity for work. An
aversion to men. And beauty. Irma had been quite a beauty herself in her day. Though,
like Marian, she had done her best to conceal that beauty from men. She was scared
stiff of men and their big egos and their hard cocks. Luckily she had gotten away from
all that. She hadn't let her husband come near her after the first. six months of their
marriage. And after that...well, there had been the dogs... Even now, Irma had a fine
clear complexion and a trim though matronly figure. But no one would have suspected
the mature lushness lurking under her usual baggy tweed suits.
Irma had expected Marian to follow in her own footsteps. She had hoped to one day
hand over the reins of the library to the young woman. There certainly wasn't anyone
else around capable of handling the job. Penny was an addle-headed schoolgirl, as far as
Irma was concerned. And
Philip could never really get his mind off women long enough to worry about
advancement in his job. Irma was contemptuous of them both.
But Marian... Though she was strict with Marian, as she was with the rest of the staff,
Irma tended to encourage the young woman. To teach her little extras that would help
when she took over her own job.
Irma particularly approved of the way Marian dressed. Her businesslike appearance
gave no hint of titillating come-ons to men. A woman with men on her mind could
never give enough attention to the library.
Lately; though, Irma had noticed some changes in Marian that disturbed her. She was
spending a lot more time laughing and talking with library patrons and with the staff.
She was spending less time working overtime. Even her walk had changed. Now her
hips wiggled when she moved. Her ass wriggled sensually under her skirt.
Irma had noticed these particular details because she had more than a professional
interest in Marian. She had hoped to be able to invite Marian home one day. To initiate
her into her own kind of intimate relationship.
But if Marian kept on the way she was going, Irma realized any such plans would be
doomed. Irma could never have anything to do with a woman who was interested in
men.
As the clock in the old-fashioned living room chimed' twelve, Irma gathered up her
tools and put them carefully in their place in the toolshed. Then she went inside to
change and prepare for company. Every second Saturday at one p.m. Irma entertained a
young woman from one of the local houses of ill repute. The mission for the prostitute
was a delicate one, and Irma paid her well for her services. And her silence.
From the back of her closet, Irma pulled out a large box that contained her "Saturday
clothes. Inside was a pair of black crotchless panties, a low-cut bra with peek-holes for
the nipples, a black leather skirt and a see-through black lace blouse. A leather garter
girdle, black of course, and black sheer stockings completed the outfit. When she was
dressed, Irma slipped into a pair of black leather pumps and inspected herself in the
full-length mirror on the back of the door.
The change in her appearance was astonishing. Instead of the frumpy librarian that was
Irma Monday through Friday, stood a calculating, sensual woman of the world. She
applied generous amounts of make-up and let her dark hair down so it just grazed her
shoulders. The effect was definitely sexy. Aging she might be. But attractive, too. And
hungry.
At precisely one o'clock, the front doorbell rang. Irma rushed to answer it. She ushered
into her living room an attractive young redhead of about twenty-one. She was wearing
a simple black mini-dress and high, high heels to give her height. She couldn't have
been more than five foot one in her bare feet...
"Hi, Irma. How you doing?" The young woman spoke through a wad of gum that was
giving ample exercise to her jaws...
"Please get ride of that gum, Sally. Ever since I was a little girl, I haven't been able to
stand seeing women chewing gum. It looks so... common."
"Sure." The girl dropped the pink wad into the nearest ashtray. She set her handbag
down on the coffee table and began to pull her dress over her head...
"You in a big hurry today, Sally?" Irma asked a trifle sarcastically. She didn't expect
friendship from the girl. Or even civility. But she did demand a certain measure of
respect. After all, Irma had paid her dues. She had earned the little indulgences she
allowed herself...
"No, not really." The girl stared wide-eyed at the taller woman. "I just thought I might
as well get naked. No point in standing on ceremony, as they say." She giggled
nervously. "I'm not trying to piss you off. Honest, Irma." Her slightly grating voice had
taken on a softer quality. oil think you're okay. You know that, don't you, Irma?"
The librarian too, softened. "Okay, Sally... You're looking very pretty today."
Sally smiled. "So do you, Irma. I just love you in that outfit. It makes you look so...
sexy." Again she giggled. Sally's specialty at the brothel was servicing the older women
who dropped by. The house had acquired an established clientele over the years. The
girls were known to be discreet. And their clients were known to be rich.
Irma's money came from her parents. She would never have had to work a day in her
life if she hadn't wanted to... But she was frugal and industrious by nature, at least the
nature that her parents and the church had drummed into her. She still had most of the
money that her parents had left her twenty years ago.
Sally seemed to feel at home in the comfortable old house. She lay naked on the couch
and sipped the Tom Collins Irma brought her. "Where's Pharaoh?" she asked brightly.
"I always miss that old devil when I don't see him for a while."
Irma smiled like a proud parent asked to parade her pride and joy. "I'll get him. The
lamb's been sleeping all morning. Storing up for this afternoon, I guess."
When Irma laughed, what came out was a loud booming roar more worthy of a truck
driver than a librarian. She didn't laugh often; but when she did, tears rolled from her
eyes and down her cheeks.
She brought in the big black dog, who went over to the redhead and waited to be
petted., Then he sat quietly by the fireplace and watched the women as they chatted and
drank their cocktails.
On these special Saturdays, Irma liked to get a nice glow on. She never drank at any
other time, but for her sessions with Sally, she liked to be tipsy. And she liked Sally to
be tipsy, too.
"Drink up, honey," she coaxed the girl. "The false courage'll do you good."
Though it was early afternoon, all the curtains were drawn in the living room. A single
light burned from a coal lamp on the mantle over the fireplace. The room was soft
shadows. The subdued light flattered both women. Sally, in her nubile nakedness. Irma,
in her heavy make-up and hooker's garb.
After three drinks, Irma felt ready to begin. She went over to the couch and sat on the
edge, next to the reclining girl. "How are you feeling, Sally darling?" she asked her.
"Mmmmm, you have the softest skin. It gives me goose bumps allover just to touch
you."
The redhead got into the mood with the ease of a practiced professional. She parted her
legs slightly to encourage the older woman's wandering hand. She humped her red
thatch of pussy hair up a little so her clitoris was right in the way of Irma's hand when
it slipped into her hairy mound.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice, Irma. You always make me feel so good. You're a very sensual
woman, Irma. Aaaahhhh!" The older woman's finger was worrying the moist tip of her
clitoris, exciting it into taut erection. Juices began to flow from her dilating cunt.
"Are you getting ready, darling? Ooohh, your sweet little pussy is wet already. You
really like it, don't you, Sally? Even if you do earn your money this way, you like your
job."
Sally's eyes were closed and she was sighing softly. "Yesssss. Aaaaahhh! It's soooo
lovely. I like my pussy to feel good."
The young redhead did enjoy the attentions of older women. They were eager and
ready to give, and they asked little in return. They were not like the men, who always
wanted her to give them a head-job. She had decided years ago that when it came to a
choice between sex with men and sex with women, she'd choose her own sex every
time. With women, she didn't feel so much like a whore. She felt like an important
person.
Irma made a cock of two fingers and slipped it up inside the girl's tight cunt. She was
delighted by the earthy groans that escaped her visitor's lips.
She was loving her pleasure. She was getting her ready for the main attraction of the
day. The librarian could feel her own cunt getting wet under her leather skirt. She loved
the feel of the leather against her thighs and pussy. It was cool and sexy. She ground
her ass down against the couch while her fingers slowly massaged the redhead's wide
open cunt.
"Mmmmmm, you're almost ready, darling. It's such a sweet pussy! It's so hungry! So
wet! So greedy! Pharaoh's going to love you, baby!"
Her cunt throbbed at the titillating prospect of watching the young woman being
fucked by the big dog. She wanted to see her moan and writhe and beg for it never to
stop. Pharaoh had far more energy than most human lovers. Women who tried him
always learned to love him. He was such a tireless selfless lover.
"Ooohh, yeah! My cunt's hot, Irma! My pussy needs something thick and hard up
inside."
The girl reached up and lewdly began stroking her own tits, pinching and worrying the
nipples to rock solidness. She squirmed her cunt lasciviously down at the older
woman's fingers. "Mmmmmm, that's sooooo nice!"
Her passion aroused to a fine-honed sizzle, Irma stood up and pulled the redhead to her
feet. "Okay, Sally," she commanded the diminutive whore in a harsh, lusty voice.
"Kneel down on the floor, baby! Come on, Pharaoh, get over here, boy!"
The dog responded to his mistress voice at once. He followed her fingers to where they
were pointing – the crack between the kneeling girl's butt-cheeks. He nosed around
curiously for a minute. Then he lapped hungrily in along her cunt-slit and up over her
clenched asshole.
"Ooooooohhh! Aaaaggghhhhh! Hhhhhhhhh!"
Sally sounded like a mindless record of uncontrolled lust. She closed her eyes and
thrust her ass-cheeks back at the animal, tilting them up to give him a better shot at her
cunt. The animal bowed his head down low and lapped eagerly at her pussy-slit. Again
and again his long velvety tongue swept over her vulnerable hole. With each swipe of
his tongue, the girl became more aroused, more urgent in her wails.
"Oooooohh, Irma! Let him fuck me now! Pleeeeeease! "
"Okay, baby! If that's what you want, that's what you'll get!"
The older woman was kneeling beside the younger, her gaze fixed on the sweep of her
dog's tongue over the redhead's cunt. The picture they made had her own cunt
throbbing. It wouldn't be long before she'd have to give it some attention with her
fingers. But first she waited to help Pharaoh get into Sally's cunt.
"Come on, Pharaoh! Up here, boy! Come on!"
Obediently the dog raised himself up so his forelegs clasped Sally's waist. His rear legs
skittered in to brace him...
The scent of the girl's pussy had aroused the dog. His cock was swollen and ready. It
was just a matter of burying it up where it belonged. And Irma was there to help with
that. She grasped the tapered shaft of the dog's prick and guided it in between Sally's
ass-cheeks. She stabbed the tip against the girl's yielding cunt-hole and waited for the
dog to take over. Pharaoh shoved forward. His prick soared deep into Sally's craving
pussy.
"AAAIIEEEEE!" she wailed. "Mmmmmmm! Oh, Irma! I love it! I love the way Pharaoh
fucks me!"
The older woman was ready now to watch the lewd show of her pet dog fucking the
young prostitute. She sat down on the couch to watch, spreading her legs slightly and
hiking her leather skirt up high over her thighs. She slipped her hand in under her skirt
to her pussy that was bare around the covering of her crotchless panties. She began to
tickle her clitoris lightly while her eyes never strayed from the spot where her dog's red
prick was flashing in and out of the girl's pussy.
"Uuuuuuhhh!" she grunted softly. She was right in the middle of her fantasy now. It
was as if she was by herself, watching a moving picture. Sally was no longer a hired
whore. She was her young love-slave. And the dog was her bestial lover, fucking the girl
soundly to indoctrinate her in the ways of the harem.
"Fuck her, Pharaoh darling! Fuck her!" Her voice was hoarse, distorted by lust.
"Uuuuuuhhh! Aaaahhhhh!" The redhead's eyes were closed; her head was flailing from
side to side as she skewered her ass-cheeks back at the excited animal. His cock was
screwing her pussy-hole with the staccato drive of an automated pump. It seemed that
her cunt had never been so open, nor so well filled.
"Fuck me harder, Pharaoh baby! Fuck me harder!"
That was one command the dog had no difficulty in obeying. His instinct drove him to
shove his cock relentlessly into her cunt, as hard and as fast as he could possibly go.
His loins slammed against her ass rhythmically, making the soft moons quiver.
As she watched the lewd coupling on the floor in front of her, Irma played with her
cunt. She shoved her finger deep up into her aching pussy, then sent a second, and a
third up to join it. Her thumb worried her blood-stiffened clitoris. She felt deliciously
wanton, sitting here in her darkened living room in her lewd costume, watching her
stud dog get his rocks off. She paced her fingers flashing in and out of her cunt to
match her dog's cock skewering the red-headed prostitute.
"Uuuuuhhh! Jee-zuz!" This was the only time Inna ever allowed herself to swear... when
she was sitting, slightly drunk, living out her recurring sexual fantasy. She tried to sink
her fingers deeper into her greedy pussy.
For years, Inna had fucked her dogs herself. But with this last animal, she had lost her
interest in actually fucking. She preferred to be the voyeur, watching young nubile
women turn on to the animal's fucking. She liked to play with her cunt while they
fucked, then spank the girl to bring herself to orgasm.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh! Ohhhhh, Inna! Oh, I'm cummming! I'M CUMMMMMINGG!!"
The redhead squirmed her butt savagely back against the dog's tireless loins, working
out the full brunt of her tremendous orgasm. The young prostitute actually enjoyed
servicing Mrs. Grimwood's weird fantasies. They were unusual enough that they gave
her a new thrill. And she loved the way the dog screwed her pussy. He never gave up.
He was better than any man Sally had ever experienced.
Irma's cunt was really hot now. Her fingers labored tirelessly in her wet cunt. "You
really love it, don't you, you little bitch?" she asked the girl in a tone of fierce lust.
"Your twat's really eating it up, isn't it?"
"Ooooh, God, yesssss! Mmmmmm, I'm cumming again! AAAIIIEEEEE!!"
Irna had never known a woman who could cum as often and as resoundingly as the
young redhead. Her energy was almost as boundless as the dog's. And she reveled in
her debasement as much as Inna enjoyed watching it. She was a born whore, the older
woman thought. While Irma was only a whore every other Saturday.
She watched mesmerized as the dog grabbed a better hold on Sally's quivering hips. His
hind legs fretted against the rug, looking for better purchase. Pharaoh was a big strong
dog. But even for him, Sally was it handful. She was not easy to hold onto. But the dog
kept up with her valiantly, slipping forward a few inches after every couple of strokes to
keep her from getting away.
Irma noticed the drops of saliva falling from the animal's tongue onto the girl's back. It
made a perverse sight. The animal lover with his human consort, the petite redhead
with the body that wouldn't quit.
Suddenly the two of them seemed to go completely wild. The dog's cock rammed in
and out of her cunt with even greater energy. Then he held his loins fast against her ass
and panted mightily. He was obviously cumming...
"Oooooohh! He's cumming in me!" Sally screamed. "Ooooohh! God! Me, too! I'm
cumming with him!"
The thought of the animal's cum shooting deep up into her cunt drove the girl over the
top. Her last orgasm was the most fierce of the three. It seemed to rob her of the last
ounce of her energy.
She fell heavily forward onto the floor, her mouth curved in a depraved grin.
Irma had watched the dual climax with mounting excitement. She loved the way a thin
trickle of sperm joined the girl's cunt to the dog's cock as he pulled back from her. At
last their thread of union was torn asunder, and the dog moved back in to lick his cum
from her quaking body. He licked her thighs and pussy clean, then he retired to his
favorite corner to rest.
Her own cunt throbbing with need, Irma rose from the couch and searched in a cabinet
for her favorite instrument of torture. She pulled out a fair-sized willow branch she kept
expressly for this one purpose. Standing over the girl, she began to rain a series of
blows down on her back and butt while she rubbed her cunt to ever-building arousal.
The sight of the red welts springing up on her smooth white skin made Irma feverish
with emotion.
"You little bitch! This'll teach you to fuck my dog! God... you're a bitch! You love it,
don't you? You'd fuck anything! Anything!"
She was raving like a woman gone insane. Irma was in a never-neverland of sadistic
euphoria where she was no longer responsible for her acts. She was getting close to
orgasm, and the closer she got, the harder she struck the girl.
"Oooohhh! Oooohh, nooooo! Don't beat me, Irma! Please!"
Sally was writhing out of control on the rug, reveling in the masochistic joy of being
switched for her perversion. Her father had spanked her regularly when she was a girl,
and as an adult, Sally still found a kind of pleasure in being beaten. The willow switch
stung, but it didn't leave any scars. The pain was just strong enough to be
excruciatingly pleasurable.
Hearing the girl's moans of protest was the ultimate thrill for Irma. She rubbed hard on
her stiffened clitoris until she thought she wouldn't be able to stand the pleasure-agony
another second. It was then that she let go...
"Ooooohh!" she moaned. "Oooooohh! Jeezzuz! I'm cumming!"
Grunting low, Irma dropped the switch and fell onto her knees, clutching her cuntmound. 
The joy of release was intense, almost more than she could bear. She was
holding onto her pussy to soothe it, to bring it back down from the strained peak of
climax.
Sally, too, had been close to orgasm. She slipped a finger down to her cunt and began
to tickle her clitoris. In just a few seconds, she had released the spark. "Oooooohh!""
she moaned softly, then she lay still. As the mood of passion waned, the women rose to
their feet and arranged themselves.
Sally put on her clothes. She stood at the door, ready to leave.
"Same time a week Saturday, Irma?" she asked. "That's right." Irma slipped a wad of
bills into the girl's hand and let her out. "See you then."
"Be good, Irma!"
Irma fixed a simple dinner for herself and Pharoah. She read a couple of chapters of a
book on medieval sorcery. She was in bed by nine p.m. She still recited the old rhyme
her mother had taught her:
"Early to bed and early to rise. Makes a girl healthy, wealthy and wise."
Irma still thought going to bed late was a bad habit.


Chapter 9

Mrs. Grimwood's worst fears came true. What had started out as a subtle change in
Marian Dawson turned into a revolution. The old Marian was scarcely recognizable in
the new woman that walked into the library one Monday morning a couple of weeks
later.
Her glasses were gone, replaced by contact lenses. Her bun had been adapted into a
fashionable upsweep with a few provocative curls around the ears. Penny had taken her
on a shopping spree and helped her pick out some attractive clothes. New dresses,
blouses, skirts that flattered her figure and expressed her new personality.
Marian greeted her clients at the library with a new self-confidence. She suddenly
became much more outgoing, chatting and laughing and flirting with whomever struck
her fancy.
She still did a good job as a librarian, but Irma had given up her plans to nominate
Marian as her future replacement. With a girl like Marian at the head, Irma sniffed, the
place would turn into a brothel instead of a library. Even now, it seemed every eligible
bachelor in town had suddenly taken a newfound interest in reading.
Marian herself was delighted with the changes her sex life had wrought in her
personality and her social life. With the help of Penny and Phil, she was meeting a lot
of new people. And new dogs. She had had to give Rex back when Darryl and his
family returned from vacation, but she had bought herself a Labrador puppy that she
planned to raise to her own specifications. "Gigolo" would become a master lover, if
Marian's careful training had anything to do with it.
The blonde no longer lived for her job alone, though she still enjoyed working at the
library. She enjoyed the handsome men that dropped by especially to see her. Her
experiences with Phil had taught her to appreciate men. She no longer feared them or
their opinions. She knew what she wanted out of them, and, that seemed to make all
the difference. Men respected a woman, she found, who knew what she wanted out of
life.
She even enjoyed working overtime, when there was something to make it worthwhile.
Peter Whitcomb had been coming to the library for years, ever since he was a boy. He
was almost a fixture there. He was a handsome youth in his early twenties, brilliant and
serious. He often had to be shooed out of the library at closing time, when he became
so engrossed in some technical manual or other that he completely lost track of time.
Marian had awakened him from his solitary reveries many times. One Tuesday evening,
when it was her turn to lock up, she waited until a little after six to go check the
reading room for stragglers. She was pretty sure Peter was still there – she hadn't seen
him check out any books. And he never left without taking along at least four or five
volumes. While she finished up her duties for the day, Marian toyed with a bold plan.
She wanted to seduce Peter.
He was such a quiet boy, she was sure he couldn't have had much experience with
women. Though he was handsome, he was almost painfully' shy with strangers. The old
Marian had admired him from afar.
The new Marian was not content with that kind of hollow satisfaction.
She wanted to turn fantasies into reality. That had been the course of her life lately.
And she was eager to experiment more on her own, to see what a liberated, sexy
woman could do.
"Hi, Peter." She had snuck up quietly on the boy. He obviously had been completely
unaware of her presence, for he dropped his book on the floor and looked up at her,
startled.
"Hi... hi, Miss Dawson. I'm sorry. Have I overstayed again?"
"Yes... but that's okay, Peter. That's what libraries are for... so people can lose
themselves in books."
He smiled uncertainly at her. It was clear he didn't know what to make of the
librarian's friendliness. In the past, she had always been as shy with him as he was with
her. He started to gather up the books he had scattered around himself.
She extended a hand to stop him. "You don't have to rush, Peter. Why don't you sit
down for a minute and relax? You and I have been dealing with each other over a
counter for years. And we don't know a thing about each other. I'd like to talk a little."
She looked at him with her big blue eyes, no longer concealed by unflattering glasses.
Her wide smile was appealing. Even Peter realized a man would have to be made of
iron to resist it.
"Well... sure..." he replied. He lay his hands on the table in front of him and looked
straight at her. "What would you like to talk about?"
For a minute, Marian's courage flagged. Peter was a tough nut to crack. She would have
to do all the work...
"Well, Peter... for starters, I think you're a very attractive man..."
She watched his Adam's apple throb with embarrassment. "Why it's very kind of you to
say so, Miss Daw-"
"Marian... please call me Marian. 'Miss Dawson' makes me feel like I'm a crusty oldmaid 
librarian... And I'm not one of those... am I, Peter?" She stood near him, one hand
resting on the table. Her outthrust tits hovered only a few inches from his face.
"No... no, you're not." He said it in the matter-of-fact voice he might have used in
reporting on a chemistry experiment.
There was a pause. He was still waiting for her to take the lead. Marian's patience was
wearing a little thin. She looked critically at his handsome lean face and his blond hair,
almost the same shade as hers. At the way his broad shoulders strained against his
workshirt. She decided it was worth it.
"Peter," she began, determined to take the direct approach. "I think you're sexy. I'd like
to make love to you."
Instead of looking at her or her ripe tits, whose proximity seemed to make him
nervous, Peter looked straight ahead at a wall of books. "Well... I don't know what to
say, Marian."
"How about 'yes'?" She stood over him, hands on hips, full lips pouting.
Peter thought she looked very sexy. "Yes," he said.
Without wasting another minute, the blonde dropped to her knees next to Peter's chair
and began to fumble with his fly. She was turned on by her own daring, wanton
behavior. She was taking a chance, seducing a near-stranger right in the library like
this. What if he should complain to Mrs. Grimwood? She glanced quickly up at his
face.
She decided it was unlikely he would report her to her boss. He looked far too
impressed by what she was doing.
Peter leaned quick and gripped the seat of his chair tensely. Her hand had found his
cock and was pulling it out of his fly. Already his dick was half-erect, swollen with the
excitement of this bizarre seduction.
The librarian was pulling his cock out of his pants! The same mousy librarian he'd been
seeing every day for years! He couldn't believe it! Peter was vaguely aware of his own
absent mindedness. He pinched himself to see if he wasn't maybe dreaming all this. No,
it was real all right.
After the initial excitement came nervousness. Peter was practically a virgin. He didn't
have any idea what to do with a greedily horny woman like this one. Luckily she
seemed to know exactly what to do.
She had pulled his cock right out into the open and was pumping it with her hand,
coaxing it into rigid erection. It took only a couple of strokes' to make Peter's prick
rock-hard. He still had the sexual responses of an adolescent. He hadn't had the
experience to learn how to control his prick. Or the experience to keep it from feeling
horny all the time.
Marian looked at his cock wide-eyed. "Oooohh" she sighed in delight. "It's a lovely
cock, Peter. So nice and big and hard."
Peter smiled gratefully at her. He thought it probably was a pretty good-sized prick, but
no woman had ever told him so before.
"Thank you," he grunted, clenching his teeth to try to fight back the immediate urge to
cum in her hand. He didn't want her to think he was some kind of inexperienced baby.
"Uuuuhhh!"
Her fingers were stroking his cock expertly. She smiled up at him. "Does that feel good,
Peter honey? Mmmmm, I want to make your nice cock feel sooo good."
The brazen lust that shone in her eyes frightened the young scientist a little. It was kind
of' overwhelming to be right in the middle of an article on inorganic chemistry and
suddenly be snapped up into a kind of dreamland fantasy.
If anyone had told him he'd be having his cock handled by a beautiful nympho this
afternoon, he would have thought they were stark raving mad.
Just as he was starting to get some control over his responses, Marian bent over his
prick and began to lick his cock-head. Round and round the inflated knob her tongue
worked. Hot darts of agonizing pleasure ricocheted throughout his body. Peter had
never had his cock sucked. He had never frankly thought he would be that lucky.
Unless he paid for the favor.
Now here he was with the most beautiful woman in town licking his cock. And he
hadn't even asked her to do it! She wanted to do it!
"Mmmmmm! I t feels so good against my tongue... Uuuuhhh, I want to suck it, Peter!
I've got to!"
With that, Marian opened wide and took his whole swollen prick deep into her mouth.
Slowly, she began to 'establish a rhythmic bobbing motion up and down over his hard
cock. While her lips worked to tantalize his hard prick, her tongue made little stabbing
motions at the shaft and head at unexpected intervals.
"Uuuuuhhh!" Peter grunted.
He was really enjoying getting his cock sucked. Now that he was getting a taste of the
forbidden pleasure, he realized he was going to want more. This wasn't the kind of
thing you could enjoy once and be content to just think about forever after.
"Oooohh, wowwww! Suck it! Yeahhhh, that's the way!"
He opened his eyes and looked around him at the familiar stacks of bookshelves.
Nothing had changed, except right inside Peter Whitcomb. The pretty librarian was
making a new man of him.
Her lovely, soft blonde hair was splayed over his blue-jeaned thighs as her head worked
rhythmically up and down. Her generous mouth was snugly ovaled around his
palpitating prick. The sight was titillating, something straight out of a blue movie.
The beautiful girl. The young virgin. The seduction. It was classic. And Peter was loving
every minute of it. This would be a story to tell his grandsons, when they got old
enough.
"Mmmmmm!" Marian sighed" and moaned hungrily as she labored over the smooth
rubbery cock in her mouth. Her pussy was wet inside her panties. She was turned on
by the daring perversion of teasing a young man. Of turning him on to this kind of
perverted sex play. A lot of the thrill was in the daring of the situation. Of course, it
was unlikely anyone would come in. But the possibility, the sense of adventure was still
there.
With ever-increasing energy, she nibbled and licked and sucked his cock into teeming
hardness. She could feel it becoming progressively more rigid, ready to blow. Then it
would soften a little again. The blonde realized Peter was probably fighting the instinct
to cum. He wanted to savor' her caressing mouth as long as possible.
"Hhhhhhhhhhh, Jee-zuz!" he grunted. He pumped his hips roughly up to meet her
talented tongue-strokes. As his sexual abandon grew progressively more intense, he
reached down and gripped her hair. He guided her movements up and down over his
prick, urging her to go faster, ever faster.
Marian's work was a labor of love. She enjoyed the filling feeling of a hard cock in her
mouth. She wanted to make it feel good, so good it would shoot off right up into her
throat. With that end in mind she sucked slavishly, tantalizing his prick, sucking the
end greedily, urging it to blow into her.
Peter fought the tantalizing lure of her mouth as long as possible. But at last he could
stand it no longer. Holding her head steady, he shoved his hips again and again and yet
again hard against her face. His prick was grazing the back of her throat on each
instroke. That was what it took. He was gone.
"Aaahh, shit-t-t!" His face slack with lust, he reveled in the intoxicating sensation of
shooting his cum into a woman's' mouth for the first time in his life.
Marian was enjoying the experience at least as much as Peter. She pulled hungrily on
his cock-head to make sure she got every last drop of his tangy jizz. When she had
swallowed it all, she licked her lips and looked up at him.
"I liked that, Peter. Mmmmmm. Your cum tastes so good, darling."
"I liked it too, Marian." He was still panting from the force of his orgasm. "You really
did a nice thing to me." His manner again became shy, a little formal. He stuffed his
cock back in his jeans and pulled up the zipper.
She smiled happily. "I'm glad. I'm glad, Peter." "Well... I guess I better go now." He
seemed confused, at once eager to leave and reluctant.
"I hope you'll be back again soon. I'll look forward to seeing you."
That seemed to be all he wanted to hear. He started to walk towards the door.
"Great. See you later, Marian."
"But, Peter... don't you want to take out any books?"
"Not tonight. I've got other things on my mind tonight."
Marian smiled mischievously. She sensed she had just made her first convert to the
pleasures of sex.


Chapter 10

Harry Walsh was a regular visitor to the Beamis County Library. He generally dropped
by about lunchtime and stayed most of the afternoon reading newspapers and
periodicals.
Harry was in his mid fifties, prematurely retired because of a back injury' he had
suffered on his job as a construction foreman. He had been divorced several years
earlier by a wife who had never been able to get used to living with a man who drank a
couple of six-packs of beer on his days off.
In disgust and frustration, she had finally gone to live with her sister in another state.
For six years, Harry had lived alone. Alone, that is, except for a rangy Dobermam
pinscher named Ace.
He brought the dog with him to the library. Dogs were not allowed inside, but Mrs.
Grimwood had made an exception for Harry. He had sweet-talked her one day by
flattering her on her work at the library. Harry had always known how, to talk to
Women, even tough nuts to crack like Irma Grimwood.
Though he was balding slightly and had a prominent beak nose and tiny penetrating
eyes, Harry could still capture the attention of a pretty young thing by complimenting
her in just the right way. Or by appealing to her intellect, if she put out the vibes of a
women's libber. Harry was a shrewd one with women, all right.
He had always been intrigued by Marian Dawson, the frumpy librarian who had
recently been transformed into a lush sexpot. He used to flirt with Marian until a warm
glow stood out on her fair young cheeks lately, he found that the blonde did not blush
nearly as easily as she once had.
He suspected she must have found herself one or many boy friends. A dish like her
would certainly have no problem attracting men. He began to wonder if Marian might
be interested in the kind of pleasures he offered women. She looked like she was ripe
for plucking.
He waited around the library until closing time one day, and then he caSually
approached the young blonde.
"Marian, you look like you've been working awfully hard this afternoon. I'd say you
could use a nice drink. Can I buy you one? Ace and me here, we'd kind of enjoy the
company."
Marian's first instinct was to say no. But she had always kind of liked Harry and his
dog. They were such bosom companions, a lonely fortress in a sea of strangers. She felt
a little sorry for the man. Spending as much time as he did in the library, he must be
awfully lonely. And bored.
"That's really nice of you, Harry. Just let me grab my purse, and I'll be right with you."
They went to a small neighborhood bar, just a couple of blocks from the library. Harry
ordered a planter's punch for each of them...
"Dynamite drink," he told her. "If that doesn't drive your cares away, nothing will."
She drank thirstily and soon found herself with a pleasant glow on. "Ooh, that's a
strong one." She giggled. "Harry, are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Not drunk, my dear. Just. relaxed, that's all."
He began to tell her stories of his years working in remote areas, building
accommodations for forestry people and hydro workers and plant engineers. The
money had been good, he said, but the work lonely...
"Not a woman usually for a: hundred miles or more."
"You must have got awfully frustrated." Marian was flirting outrageously and she knew
it. But she was enjoying herself. And she could see that Harry, too, was having fun. It
seemed harmless enough.
"You bet! When the weekends came round, we were out hunting women like hound
dogs on a trail."
"I bet you didn't have any trouble, Harry. You're a' very attractive man, you know that?
There's something about you that just makes women comfortable. Even Mrs.
Grimwood flirts with you. And that's something!"
"It's probably because I look so safe and fatherly." His eyes twinkled when he looked at
her.
Marian grinned back at him. "Mmmm... no, I don't think that's it. I think it's probably
that you seem very sexy without coming on like a bulldozer. You're subtle, Harry.
That's what I like about you."
"Great. Why don't you come over to my place for dinner? How's that for subtle?"
She laughed. The idea, was crazy. After all, he was old enough to be her father. But she
was intrigued. The thought of a new thrill made her body tingle. Marian had acquired a
big appetite for adventure. She cast a sidelong glance at the Doberman. Maybe...
"Sure, why not? I'd only planned to watch TV tonight. I'm sure you'd be a lot more fun
than the boob tube."
"Come on then."
They bought the fixings for spaghetti and a couple of bottles of wine on the way back to
Harry's place. Marian was surprised and impressed by his apartment. It was a roomy
two-bedroom with a balcony and a fireplace. The furniture was expensive and tasteful.
"How did you learn so much about furnishings, Harry?"
"Hell... I learn a few things sitting in the library reading all day. I'm not sleeping
behind those magazines, you know." He gave her a friendly pat on the ass as he shooed
her into the kitchen. "You offered to cook. Now, hop to it, woman. I'm starving."
Dinner was a pleasure for both of them. Marian was impressed by Harry's worldliness
and knowledge. He was impressed by her looks and by her intelligence. She was
unusual for a woman her age, be decided. She wasn't rough around the edges, but she
knew the score.
Marian had always thought of older men as authority figures. She found it intriguing to
get to know one on a personal basis. Harry was plain fun to be with.
They had drunk a bottle and a half of the wine before dinner was over. Both had a
tremendous glow on: Harry put some music on the stereo arid they lit a fire in the
fireplace. Ace joined them on the hearth rug.
"He's a beautiful dog," Marian cooed lazily. She was feeling completely relaxed, yet at
the same time turned on. The wine and the conversation were rousing her to a wellhoned 
peak of desire.
Harry? Well, why not, she decided. He was probably as good a lover as he was a talker.
"Yes... and a very talented one. Would you believe me if I told you he's been trained to
fuck women?"
The words came out before she had a chance to think about them: "Would you believe
me if I told you I love to fuck dogs?"
There was a pause...Marian started to panic. What would he think of her? He would
probably be totally shocked, contemptuous. Would he tell her boss? Gradually she
calmed down. If he had trained his dogs to fuck women, he must have a personal
interest in it himself.
She smiled at him sheepishly. "You're surprised, aren't you?"
"Mmmm... no, baby. Delighted is what I am. I thought you looked like a sexy girl – at
least lately."
"Yes, I've changed a lot lately. And it's all thanks to a dog."
Harry reached out and stroked her arm. "Hey, baby. I think you and me have a lot of
things in common. Why don't you take off that dress of yours?"
It was a brazen question, but the bluff worked. Titillated by the idea of exposing herself
to this unusual older man, Marian rose to her feet. Unsteady from the wine, she
staggered a little as she kicked her high heels into a corner by the fireplace. The dog
had come to attention when she got up, and was eyeing her closely. With man and
animal for audience, Marian began to disrobe. She pulled her dress down over her soft
white shoulders and let it drop to her feet. She kicked it impatiently aside and began to
roll down the top of her panty-hose. She stepped nimbly out of them and threw them
after her dress. Her erotic stimulation had given her anew grace.
She stood proudly before man and beast in the soft glow of the firelight. The flickering
light flattered her lush upthrust tits, partially hidden by her bra. Her belly looked
smooth and enticing. A few stray strands of pussy hair peeked provocatively over the
top of her bikini panties. She was a very sexy-looking woman, with her staring lustful
eyes and her wide sensual mouth.
"Hey, baby, you are something. You know that?"
"Yes, I know thst," she told him saucily. She ran her tongue tantalizingly over her lips
as she grinned down at the balding older man. "I like my body. It's pretty. I like
showing it to you." Her boldness, her erotic vanity excited her. She was acting like a
wanton whore, and she knew it. She enjoyed it.
She unclasped her bra and slipped it down slowly, gradually exposing the round lush
softness of her tits. Her pink nipples stood up pertly on her firm mounds, hardened by
her building excitement.
"Hey, baby, those are some tits..."
Harry's voice was becoming thick with arousal. He could feel his cock throbbing
hungrily in his pants. He had been right about Marian. She was some kind of woman!
Not the kind you expected to find working in a library.
"How about taking off those panties?" "Sure, Harry!"
Marian turned around and slipped her bikini panties down over the ripe swelling
mounds of her ass. The firelight hovered enticingly over their ivory smoothness. She let
the panties fall to the ground and she stroked her ass sensually, putting on a shameless
show for the man.
"Mmmmm, baby! Nice ass!"
"Like it, Harry?"
She could feel the pussy-juice moistening her cunt-lips. She was excited. Intensely
excited. She needed something to satisfy her crying need.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Harry?"
"Do I? You said it, Marian honey!" Quickly he began to disrobe.
Marian watched mesmerized as his swollen cock sprang into view. It was so long and
thick, she couldn't believe it. Her cunt tingled at the thought of how good that stiff rod
would feel up in her belly.
"Why don't you lie down on the rug, Harry? I'll make you feel real nice!"
Eager with excitement, Harry did as he was told. He watched her kneel down over him
as she began to cover his hairy body with soft kisses. She pulled with her lips on each
nipple, coaxing them into hard erection.
"Oooohh, sensitive nipples!" she moaned. "I like that!"
She worked her mouth on down over his belly, investigating the little hole of his navel
with her tongue tip. Then she was at his cock. She opened her mouth wide and took it
inside. All of it. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
"That's incredible, baby! Nobody's ever been able to take all of it before!"
"I've been practicing, Harry." She grinned lewdly up at him. "It's a lovely cock. I'd like
to suck it some more. But my pussy's so hungry. I want to fuck you, baby. Okay?"
"Okay, baby. But suck it just a few more times, will you? It's incredible!"
Obediently, Marian bobbed her head up and down over his stiff prick. On each
instroke, the tip grazed the very back of her throat. Her mouth had never been so filled
before. She nibbled his stiff cock until it was generously coated with saliva. Then she
straddled his crotch and poised her pussy over his upthrust prick.
She wriggled it around until his cock-tip was pressing right against her cunt-hole. Then
she sat down.
"Oooooohhhh! That feels awfully nice!" Her voice was distorted, her eyes were glazed
with lust. His filling cock in her pussy had put her beside herself with pleasure.
"Shit yeah, baby! That's the sweetest, tightest little pussy I've felt in a long time!"
Harry reached down and grabbed her hips. He was eager for her to establish a fuckrhythm 
up and down over his prick. Realizing it might be a little hard for her, he
decided to give her some help.
Marian didn't really need the help. She was full of energy, raring to go. But she loved
the sensual feel of the man's hands working her body over his cock as though she were
a rubber doll. She leaned forward slightly to brace her arms against his chest. Then she
started fucking in earnest.
"Aaaaaggghhhh! Ooooohhh! Mmmmmm! Your big cock feels so gooddd in meeeee!"
She closed her eyes and wriggled her hips sensually as she raised and lowered herself
over the man's thick prick. With each instroke, his hard rod split her craving cunt-walls
far apart. On the outstrokes, her pussy clung to his cock as though it would never let
go. Marian was beginning to think she was having the best fuck of her entire young
life.
"God, woman! You really know how to move that cunt of yours!"
Harry, too, had his eyes closed. He was concentrating on the wet sensual feel of her
pussywalls caressing his rigid pole. It had been a long time since Harry had been with a
woman as ready and eager to screw as this one. The pretty librarian was a natural. She
had a knockout body, and the full-blooded sexual energy to go with it.
"Aaaaiiieeee! Oh, Godddd! I'm cumminggg!"
Marian was surprised at the suddenness with which her orgasm swept over her. She
knew it was the filling girth of the older man's cock that had done it to her. It felt so
wonderfully titillating to be so well and thoroughly fucked. Her cunt felt like it was
being stretched to its limits.
"That a baby! That a baby!" Harry encouraged her excitedly. He raised and lowered her
feverishly over his blood-engorged prick, helping her drive out the demons of orgasm
assaulting her shapely young body. For the moment, the librarian was incapable of
movement. She was too far gone on the rolling tide of release.
Once she had recovered from her compelling orgasm, Marian began to screw her cunt
down onto the older man's prick with more enthusiasm than ever. Her resounding
climax had only whetted her appetite for more wild fucking. She lurched abruptly
forward when she felt a cold shock on her bare ass.
"Aagghh! What's that?"
"It's only Ace. The big boy knows there's something going on, and he wants to get
himself a sniff."
He looked around the woman's torso at where the big Doberman pinscher was
nuzzling her ass-crack inquisitively. Ace and he had shared enough women for the dog
to feel he had a right to find out what was going on.
"I think Ace'd kind of like to join us." He winked suggestively up at the shapely woman
seated atop his stiffcock. "What do you say?"
The thought of being fucked by the dog after enjoying the man's thick cock almost
made Marian cum again, right then and there. "It's okay with me," she purred. Then
she pouted like an unhappy schoolgirl. "But I don't want to get off your nice prick. Not
yet, Harry! Pleeeease?" She stared glassy-eyed down at him. The alcohol was still
pulsing hotly through her veins. It made her normally abnormal sex drive even more
desperate than ever.
"Don't worry, baby." His hands still guided her hips up and down over his erect staff.
"You aren't going to have to stop fucking me. Not for a minute. I don't want to let go
of you, either." He pulled her forward onto him and began to thrust his hips urgently
up into her cunt. He could feel his cock-tip banging against her cervix.
"Ooooohh, Harry! It's good like that!" She loved being clasped tight to the man's chest
while he pumped his cock tirelessly up into her flaring pussy-hole. "Mmmmmm!"
"Come on, Ace boy! Up, boy, up!" Harry looked over Marian's shoulder at the big dog.
He and his Doberman had shared this kind of scene with a woman before. The animal
knew what to do.
Ace wrapped his paws around Marian's waist and began to thrust his engorged cock
forward, looking for an opening between her upthrust buttocks.
Marian raised herself slightly off Harry's chest. "What's happening, Harry? How can he
fuck me while you're fucking me?" Suddenly it dawned on the librarian what the older
man had in mind.
He wanted to sandwich her between his own cock and the dog's! He wanted the dog to
fuck her in the asshole while he fucked her pussy!
"Oh, no, Harry!" she wailed. "Not there! Not in my asshole! Please! It'll kill me!"
His strong arms held her fast while the dog continued to lunge against her ass-crack.
"Sshhh, baby! Don't worry! It'll feel good! You'll see!"
The alcohol had dulled her rational mind enough that Marian was willing for the
moment to trust the man. He was a nice guy. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to
her.
Obediently, she hunched over the older mm, waiting for the dog to find her asshole. In
a weird way, the idea of being .fucked in the butt by a dog was beginning to turn her
on. It was thoroughly depraved. But it was definitely titillating.
She looked forward to the time when she would tell Philip and Penny about this lewd
encounter. It would blow their minds!
To make sure the dog would be able to slip his cock into her asshole easily, Harry
reached under the girl and grabbed the dog's cock. He stroked it back and forth a few
times with a hand he had coated with her free-flowing cunt-juice. Now it should slip up
inside nicely.
The lubrication on his cock seemed to do the trick for .the dog. This time when he
lunged forward, his prick slid down until it found her asshole, then it surged right on
up inside. "Aaaagghh," the librarian moaned. Now she was doubly impaled, by a
human cock and a dog cock. And it hurt. It really hurt. "Oh, stop! Stop! You're hurting
meeee!"
Holding her tight, Harry held his own cock still in her while the dog began a staccato
fuck motion in and out of her tight asshole. The Doberman's tongue was lolling from
his mouth. He was obviously straining to keep up his screwing tempo. Marian's asshole
was resisting him.
"Hey, baby! Just relax now, okay! It's going to feel good. I guarantee it!" He stroked her
hair to soothe her. She had stopped struggling so hard against him. Apparently she had
given up hope of resisting her obscene dual ravishment.
"Oh, Harry! It hurts! It hurts!" Though she was saying the words, the young blonde
was beginning to detect another kind of sensation jangling her nerve centers. It was no
longer really pain she was experiencing. It was more like... a perverted kind of pleasure.
Pain pleasure. Tentatively, she began to lunge her ass-cheeks back to meet the dog's
impaling strokes. The more she cooperated with the animal, the more her pain became
pleasure. Until she began to mewl in arousal.
"Uuuuuuhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh! Oh, Harry, it feels good! It feels good!" She sounded like
a schoolgirl, delighted with a new discovery.
"What did I tell you, baby?"
Once again he began to work his cock in and out of her stretched pussy. As he and the
Doberman settled into their fuck-rhythm, they gradually began to work in unison. Two
cocks, one human, one canine, surged up into her belly at once.
Harry was pleasurably aware of the dog's cock moving on the other side of the thin
membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole. It was a strange, titillating feeling.
He looked up at the dog, humped over Marian's back, and he smiled.
Old Ace was enjoying himself, too. He could tell by the way his tongue was lolling
from his mouth, dripping saliva onto the pinioned woman's back.
Marian was becoming thoroughly absorbed by the compelling depravity of being fucked
by a man and a dog at the same time. Much as she had been involved in experimenting
lately, she had never thought of the possibility of taking two cocks like this. It was wild!
Her belly had never felt so full!
Like a madwoman, she began to screw her buttocks back to meet the two rigid cocks
massaging her holes. For a minute there flashed into her mind a picture of the
storybook girl who had fucked the dogs in the forest. That story had been the key that
started Marian on her path of depravity.
And now Marian herself was far outstripping her perverted heroine. She was fucking
both man and beast! And both at the same time!
"Oooohhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me, darlings!" She began to turn on to the lewd
anticipation of having both pricks squirt her full of cum. That would be her crowning
glory. The ultimate in debauchery!
With her unnatural goal foremost in her mind, she writhed wantonly between the two
males. It seemed to her their cocks grew even harder, thicker in her holes. But it no
longer mattered. She was so wet and excited, she could take anything!
"Shit, Marian baby! You're a real woman, you know that? They ain't got nothing like
you in the backwoods!" Harry had known women who liked to fuck a man and an
animal at the same time before. But he had never known one who went to such
extremes of wanton abandon.
The lush blonde was no longer recognizable as the staid librarian. She was a roiling,
seething bundle of erotic energy. She was a wriggling madwoman. She was woman as
whore. Taking whatever her males could give her. And loving every minute of it!
"Aaaaaaiiieee! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"
"You bet, baby! I'm fucking ya!"
Harry was completely out of control himself now. He held the woman fast by the waist
and thrust his cock again and again and again deep into her clasping pussy. With the
dog matching him stroke for stroke.
"Is that good enough, baby? You like that?" he asked through gritted teeth. The sweat
was standing out in a fine film all over his body. And over hers.
Suddenly Ace emitted a low growl and hurtled his loins convulsively against Marian's
ass.
"Aaaaggghhh! He's cumming in me! Oooohhh!"
The thought of having a dog's cum shooting deep into her asshole drove Marian to a
frenzy of excitement. "Aaaaaggghhhhh! Me, too! I'm cummmmmminggg!"
Her cunt ground feverishly down against Harry's cock. Her frantic gesture was enough
to finish him off.
"Shit! Look out, baby! Here I cummmmm!" Again and again he slammed his prick
deep into her spasming cunt-chamber. Jet after jet of thick hot cum filled her pussy to
overflowing. He could feel it trickling back down over his thighs as she collapsed on top
of him. It titillated him to think it was mixed with the dog-cum trailing from her
asshole.
After the wine and the heavy sex, Harry and Marian were both exhausted. They fell
asleep in each other's arms and slept the night through. Ace lay close at their sides.
When morning came, Marian sucked Harry's cock while the dog fucked her pussy.
They made a happy threesome.
It was hard for Marian to tear herself away, to dress and go to work.


Chapter 11

For a long time, Irma Grimwood had suspected something funny was going on in her
library.
For one thing, there was the case of her book of pornograhic short stories. Irma had
been reading the book during her lunch hour one day when she had been surprised by
the unexpected intrusion of a member of the board of county supervisors. She had hid
the book in with the stack of discards. When she had looked for it a couple of days
later, it had been there. But Irma was sure it was not exactly where she had left it. And
she had noticed a few pages were rumpled, as though someone had dropped it
carelessly onto the floor, open.
For another thing, she had been driving by the library on the way back from the
supermarket one night, about an hour after closing. She had seen Marian Dawson
leaving with a young man. Irma had her grim suspicions about what might be
happening in her precious library after hours.
There was only one way to be sure. She would lie in wait one night when Marian was
closing up. If what she thought was happening was really happening, she had her own
ideas about what would happen next. Marian Dawson might be hers yet.
On a warm Friday evening, she lay in wait in the cafe across the street from the library
until a quarter past six. As there was no rush work to be finished up that night, she felt
Marian had had plenty of time to pack up and be out of there. But the doors remained
closed tight.
She went up to the door and let herself in with her pass-key. On tiptoe, she headed up
the stairs and over towards the office. A low groan told her she had not been wrong.
Something was up!
"Oooooohh, Tommmy! That's lovely!" Crouching by the door, Irma peeked stealthily
into the office. What she saw at once excited and horrified her.
There was a young man sitting in an upright office chair. He was fully clothed, but for
his exposed cock that was alternately sucked up and released by Marian's pussy. She
was straddling him on the chair, raising herself up and down over his cock while she
covered his face with kisses.
Irma recognized the young man as one of the newcomers that had started showing up
after the change in Marian. He was a handsome, rakish looking type with curly dark
hair and a sensuous grin.
The grin was more a lusty leer at the moment as he struggled against the nibbling
pleasure of the humping librarian's clinging cunt. "Oooohh, Marian baby! You have got
the sweetest pussy in town! But then, twenty million guys can't be wrong."
The blonde laughed. "Oh, Tommy! It can't be twenty million already. Two million,
maybe!"
She suddenly became serious as he pulled her down hard over his upright cock. She
ground her cunt down lasciviously to enjoy as much of him as deep inside her as
possible.
"Ooooohhh, that's beautiful!"
"Jee-zuz, honey! You really know how to fuck! I've never met a girl like you! What the
hell are you doing working in a library?"
"How else would I get to meet cute guys like you? Besides, I like it. Mrs. Grimwood
depends on me, and I wouldn't ever let her down. She's really an old sweetheart
underneath it all, you know?"
From her hiding place just outside the office, Irma Grimwood bristled with indignation.
An "old sweetheart", was she? Well, she'd show young Marian just what a sweetheart
she could be!
The older woman watched with fascination as the blonde's shapely bare ass churned
over Tommy's cock. The scene was made particularly sexy by the fact that Marian was
naked while the man remained fully clothed.
For just an instant, Irma experienced a pang of jealousy. Marian was herself as she
might have been if she had ever learned to appreciate men. That thick long cock
skewering in and out of her hairy cunt looked strangely appealing to the older woman.
It must really fill her up inside, stretch the walls of her pussy, she thought.
As quickly as they had come, Irma shut off the thoughts that were niggling at her mind.
It was too late now. She would never care for men, sexually. She would never let one of
them fuck her again.
It was such a shame, she thought. Marian had been such a lovely girl. Now she had
turned herself into a cheap, shameless whore. One of those women that made men lose
respect for all women.
She should be punished for this, Irma thought vindictively. All the time and energy I
put into trying to make her my successor! And what does she do? She sells out to a
hard cock and a set of biceps.
As Irma watched, Marian's movements up and down over the man's upthrusting prick
became more and more urgent, more and more desperate. Her hips were rotating down
sensually, massaging the shaft of his cock.
"Uuuuuhh, yeah, that's the way, Marian baby! Wow, that's a sweet cunt! It feels like it's
trying to eat my prick alive!"
"Oooohhh, yessss! It's such a nice big prick. I'd like to keep it up inside me forever. So
I could feel good anytime I wanted."
The two young people were thoroughly absorbed in each other. Heedless of the way
they were defiling Mrs. Grimwood's library, they writhed and panted and humped out
their building passion.
"Ooohh, Tommy! I want you to do it another way!" Marian cried urgently. "Okay?"
"Sure." The man looked a trifle disappointed, but he obligingly rose to his feet when
the blonde tugged on his arm. She kneeled down and rested her arms on the chair he
had just been sitting on. Her ass wriggled back at him.
"All right, Tommy," she moaned. His eyes lit up. Obviously the prospect of screwing
the pretty librarian from behind appealed to him. He guided his prick in between her
wiggling ass-cheeks and searched for the spongy opening to her cunt.
"Not there, Tommy." She looked appealingly back over her shoulder at him. "I want
you to fuck me in the ass. Please!"
Ever since she had been sandwiched by Harry and his dog, Marian had acquired a taste
for being screwed in the ass. When she became masochistically excited, that was what
she looked for.
The young man hesitated a moment. It seemed he had never fucked a woman in the
butt before. "Uh... okay, Marian... sure, anything you say."
He guided his cock-tip back up to her tight-clenched bung and began to push gently
against the little hole. Her cunt-juice had moistened his cock and it slid easily up inside
her shitter. He couldn't believe how tight it was in there. It was like another skin.
"Jee-zuz, Marian, this is great! Shit, this is the tightest hole I've ever had wrapped
around my cock!"
The blonde headed librarian got a debauched thrill out of initiating the handsome male
into this new perverse way of fucking. She undulated her ass-cheeks provocatively back
at him, urging him to move his cock back and forth inside her tight shit-chute.
"Oooohh, Tommy! It feels so good, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Ooohing and aahing with pleasure, Marian thrust her ass back to meet his every
instroke. There was an unmistakable abandon in being fucked in the ass that was not
present when she took a cock in her cunt. It was like the ultimate sacrifice. It was
yielding totally to the male scepter. It took a lot of trust to let a man stick his thick,
hard prick deep into her asshole.
The older woman could not believe her eyes. She had never imagined anything as
perverted as a woman getting screwed in the ass and liking it. Not only liking it, but
asking for it! Marian had asked the man to fuck her that way!
She had never realized such a bed of depravity lay beneath Marian's apparently normal
character. Though Irma would not openly admit it to herself, she was thrilled by the
other woman's self abasement. Her own cunt was tingling inside her panties. But it was
not her Saturday for fun. She didn't dare play with herself now. Not when she had
come here expressly to be the accuser of others perversion.
"Uuuuuuhhh! Shit! Fuck my ass, Tommy!"
The blonde's voice betrayed her growing fervor. It was apparent it would not be long
before she was swept over into the never-neverland of orgasm. She was hunching her
butt energetically back at the man's loins, encouraging him to build his tempo. He was
doing his utmost to keep up with her.
"Jeez!" Tom was not used to fucking a hole as tight as this one. It was hard work, but it
was a great sensation for his cock. He felt like his prick was being fitted into a tight
rubber glove. The very idea that he was fucking a woman in the ass and she was loving
it made his balls swell with their burgeoning load of sperm.
"Oooohh! Ooohh! Ooh, Tommy, I'm cummmmminggg!" she wailed at last. Her asshole
seemed to clench his cock spasmodically as her entire body tightened in orgasm.
"Wait for me, baby!" he cried as he rammed his prick again and again, as deep as it
would go. He could feel his balls shooting his cum far into her shitter. It was an
exciting experience. One the young man would not soon forget.
As soon as the young couple had collapsed in orgasm, Irma Grimwood crept from the
door and hurried out of the library. It would embarrass her to face them right now,
when her own cunt was still tingling with depraved excitement.
But she would speak to Marian about it soon... very soon.
In the library, Marian and Tom recovered slowly from their resounding climaxes.
"Wow, Marian, you are the greatest!"
"Why, thank you, Tom. You're nice to say so."
Though she was humble about the compliment, Marian Dawson had acquired a new
vanity over the past weeks.
She believed she was the greatest. And she had the fan club to prove it!


Chapter 12

Marian drove slowly down the wide shady street. Most of the houses were surrounded
by hedges and tall trees. It was hard to read the numbers.
She was looking for forty-five Cedar Lane. Irma Grimwood's house.
The young blonde was still mystified by the invitation her boss had given her the
previous night after work. She was to come by at seven o'clock sharp. Mrs. Grimwood
felt there were some things that needed to be said between her and Marian.
What the younger woman did not understand was why those things could not be said
at the library. In all the years they had worked together, Mrs. Grimwood had never
invited Marian to her home. Certainly the younger woman had realized that her
employer had a particular interest in her, in her career as a librarian. Though that
interest had apparently waned over the past few weeks.
Mrs. Grimwood didn't seem to care for the new Marian Dawson as much as everyone
else did.
At last Marian found a mailbox in front of a house completely hidden by tall hedges
that read "forty-five". She parked the car, and went in through the tall cedar gate. She
braced herself for the encounter ahead. She did not expect this to be the most
interesting way in the world to spend a Saturday night.
"Why, hello, Marian," her boss greeted her. "You're very prompt. But then, you always
were. I don't think you've ever been late for work, have you?" Marian smiled. "No, I
haven't, Mrs. Grimwood. I believe in giving v?1ue for money received." She did not
quite understand the derisive grin on the older woman's face.
"You always were a good girl, Marian. I've always felt you were just the right sort of
person to work in a library... serious, conscientious." She motioned Marian to sit on the
couch and sat down next to her.
Marian blushed under the older woman's close scrutiny. Something about Mrs.
Grimwood's tone of voice was making her very uncomfortable. "Why, that's very kind
of you, Mrs. Grimwood. Thank you."
"No need to thank me, Marian. I have changed my mind recently... about some
things..." She smiled slyly.
Marian's blood began to run cold. She sensed a snake amongst the roses. She swallowed
hard. "Yes, Mrs. Grimwood?"
"For instance, I no longer consider you a nice girl, Marian." Her eyebrows puckered.
She looked fierce.
"But why, Mrs. Grimwood?" The blonde had no idea how her boss had found out
about her private antics of late, but she was convinced she knew something. Otherwise,
why all the melodrama?
"I was in the library last Friday night, when you were entertaining a young gentleman
named Tom."
Marian wished the older woman were not sitting so close. She was making her nervous.
She realized now it was allover for her. She would have to give up her job at the library.
"I see. Well, all right, Mrs. Grimwood. I'll hand in my resignation Monday morning."
"Is that what you really want to do, Marian?"
"Why no... of course not! But what choice do I have? It's apparent you no longer want
me on your staff."
Irma reached over and laid a hand on the younger woman's knee. "Now I didn't say
that, Marian. I just indicated I thought your behavior had been a little out of line. If
you'd like, I'm sure we could work something out."
Marian looked from the hand on her knee to the aging face and back again. She was
beginning to see the light. She was astonished... utterly astonished. She had never
thought of Mrs. Grimwood as a sexual creature.
But then, who had thought of Marian Dawson as a sex object until quite recently?
"I... I don't know what to say, Mrs. Grimwood.
"You don't have to say anything right away, Marian. Why don't you just lie back and
make yourself comfortable?"
Irma's hand on the young woman's knee began to snake its way up over her thigh. She
stood up and lifted Marian's legs onto the sofa and pushed her torso back, so she was
lying full length. Then, slowly, she began to undress her protégé.
"I've always thought you were a wonderful girl, Marian." Her voice was intense, slightly
disturbed. "I began to worry about you as soon as I saw you starting to get absorbed in
fancy clothes and make-up and boys. I knew you had somehow got onto the wrong
path. And seeing you with that Tom character confirmed it. I felt you needed help,
Marian."
The young blonde was completely confused. She had no idea how to respond to her
boss' obvious declaration of affection. She looked her in the eyes while a corner of her
mind concentrated on the hypnotizing hands working over her body. She was trying to
see the real Irma Grimwood.
What she saw was a dark-haired, intense-looking woman of around fifty. Graying at the
temples. The beginnings of lines around her eyes and mouth. But without the glasses,
and with her hair in a less severe style, Marian realized Mrs. Grimwood would still be
quite an attractive woman.
Suddenly it struck her. Mrs. Grimwood was like her. She was what Marian had been
heading for before she met the dog Rex. Probably the next best thing to a virgin, with
all kinds of feelings and longings that she was not able to give expression to. All locked
up inside.
For the first time, she felt a surge of real affection for Irma Grimwood. She realized that
all the times the older woman had given her tips on her work she was really trying to
make contact. To show Marian she cared in the only way she knew how. Marian was
deeply touched. She realized that in all the sexual frenzy she had been involved in
lately, there had been little real affection.
It was just games. Like change-your-partner and I'll-see-you-around.
Until now, Marian had thought that was all she wanted. Suddenly she realized that she
needed someone who cared, really cared about her.
By now, the young blonde was naked. While she lay thinking in a kind of semi-trance,
Irma had removed all her clothes.
"My God, Marian, you're beautiful!"
Irma began to stroke the full round moons of Marian's ripe tits. She fondled the trim
curve of her waist and the full swell of her hips. Her hand stroked the smooth flat belly
tantalizingly.
"Oooohh, that feels nice." The young blonde closed her eyes and relaxed with the
gentle caresses of her woman boss. She had never felt a hand more gentle"... more
reverent.
"I'd always wondered what you looked like naked, Marian. Then when I saw you the
other night with that... gigolo. I thought bad things about you. I was upset. I had hoped
against hope that I might be wrong about you, Marian."
Marian realized Mrs. Grimwood's voice sounded as though it was going to break. The
older woman was on the verge of tears. She reached out and clasped the hand that was
fondling her tits.
"I was experimenting with things, Mrs. Grimwood... er, Irma." It seemed ridiculous to
stand on formality now. "I needed to know about life... about sexuality. I was watching
myself dry up. I needed sex, and I didn't know it. Now I understand about myself."
"That sounds like a lot of rationalizing to me, Marian." The older woman's voice was
harsh. "What do you think those men think of you? Do they love you? Do they respect
you?"
"They do in a way. They think I'm fun to be with. They think I'm pretty."
"They think you're a great lay, Marian. Let's call a spade a spade."
The younger woman was quiet for a moment. "Okay. Maybe you're right. But what's
wrong with that? I like to be good at everything I do."
"But is that all you want out of life, Marian?"
"Of course not."
"What else?"
"I want to be loved... and cared for. I want to have someone to come home to."
Abruptly the older woman changed the subject. "Did you read that book of mine about
women fucking dogs, Marian?"
Marian was startled. She was unsure of herself again. Dare she tell the truth? She may
as well. What did she have to lose now?
"Yes, I did."
"And did it excite you? Did you ever fuck a dog, Marian?"
The blonde couldn't get over how strange the word "fucking" Sounded coming from
the older woman's mouth.
"Yes... I did."
Irma's eyes glowed with triumph. She called aloud, "Pharaoh... come here, boy!" From
the back room bounded her big Alsatian. He' came straight to his mistress and rested
his head on her lap.
Marian didn't know what to make of it. "Why he's beautiful, Irma."
"Yes, he is. I raised him and his daddy and his daddy before him to be my lovers.
They've always been faithful. They've always loved me. That's important. I've always
had someone to come home to."
"I've got a dog, too. A puppy. But it's not really the same as a person, is it, Irma?"
The aging librarian looked her employee straight in the eyes.
"No, it's not. All this time, I've been waiting for the right person. I... I used to think
you might be that person, Marian." Her eyes dropped. She could no longer look at the
younger girl.
Marian was dumbfounded. She had the strangest feeling, like she was being proposed to
or something, by a shy suitor.
Irma spoke no more. She buried her head between the blonde's thighs and extended
her tongue to lick her clitoris. Carefully she separated the lips of her tender pink pussy
and began to gently suck and lick on the fleshy tissue.
"Ooooohhh... that feels awfully nice."
The young woman was glad to forsake her confusion for the moment. She closed her
eyes and let the sweet sensations flow through her. The older woman's mouth on her
pussy was the gentlest, the most caressing she had ever experienced. The touch of her
hands on her hips and belly was like the touch of a mother soothing a child.
Marian felt safe, secure. And at the same time, she felt deliciously aroused. She began to
churn her cunt down to encourage Irma's talented tongue strokes. She spread her legs
farther apart to allow the younger woman's tongue to explore deeper into her cunt.
For long minutes, there was silence in the living room, broken only by the occasional
sigh and moan. The chief librarian was kneeling now between her young employee's
thighs, licking her pussy to hot arousal. She inserted a finger in the clinging hole of her
cunt and began to rotate it deep inside.
"Aaaggghhhh! Oh, Irma! That feels wonderful!" Marian humped her pussy
rhythmically down onto the probing finger, gripping it with her greedy cunt-muscles.
"Does that feel good, Marian darling? I want you to feel good, baby! You're such a
beautiful girl!"
"Oh, God, yesssss! It feels marvelous!"
Satisfied that she had the woman worked up to a peak of desire, Irma guided her down
onto the rug, so only her upper torso rested on the couch. Her ass-cheeks waved
invitingly in the air.
"Come on, Pharaoh!" she urged the dog. She helped him mount the girl and helped
him find the rubbery hole of her cunt. "There it is, Pharaoh baby! Now fuck her! Fuck
her nice!"
At once the dog began to skewer his swollen cock in and out of the kneeling woman's
upturned cunt. His pace was swift and staccato like, deep and penetrating. It had an
immediate effect on the young librarian. She was wailing like a banshee, beside herself
with pleasure.
"Oh, Marian! You like it, darling, don't you? I'm so glad! Pharaoh's such a wonderful
lover, isn't he?"
"Oh, yes! Yesss! My pussy's on fire, Irma! It feels so good!"
Like a bitch in the forest, like a girl in a storybook, Marian churned her ass back to
meet the rhythmic thrusts of the dog's hammer-hard cock. There seemed to be no end
to her energy, nor the dog's.
For close to a half-hour, Irma kneeled beside the unnatural couple and watched them
grind and writhe and pant in the throes of passion. At last the spirit of excitement
became more than either woman or dog could bear.
They came-together-resoundingly. "Aaahh, God! He's cumming in me, Irma! He's
cumming in me! Ohhhh, my pussy feels so hot!" As the girl lay sated on the rug, Irma
stroked her hair lovingly. "You're beautiful, Marian," she whispered. "I'm so glad
Pharaoh and I could give you pleasure, darling." Marian grinned the slow happy grin of
a child. She felt safe, secure. She was with someone who really cared for her. With
someone who would do anything for her pleasure. "I'd like to make you feel good all
the time, Marian," the older woman murmured. But her voice sounded so far away.
Marian was falling asleep.

* * *

Monday morning at the library, Philip and Penny thought they were seeing a ghost.
Sitting behind her desk was Marian. Her hair was primly pulled back in a bun. She was
wearing her glasses. Her fashionable clothes had been replaced by the old familiar
tailored shirt and baggy skirt. Mrs. Grimwood was standing beside her, leaning over
her, helping her with her work. Philip and Penny both had the same thought, at the
same time. But they kept it to themselves. They were going to let Marian be what she
wanted to be.


THE END
