Laurie Chandler - The librarian_s naughty urge

Her hands worked her pussy over quite violently. She gave herself a wild orgasm as she stimulated her clit. Her whole body was shaking with pleasure. His young cock had done wonders for her, and for a brief time she was feeling supreme ecstasy.

As the boy finished ejaculating up her asshole, he withdrew his pecker. The last of his hot semen dripped off his dick and landed against her buttocks.

"Ohh, that was so good," he mooned, not having heard the boy's father screaming at them.

Hal knew his father was there, and as he pulled off Doreen, he got up and put his cock and balls back into his pants. He tried to get out of the room without his father catching him, but the older man hit his son with such force that the boy went careening out the door.

"And as for you!" shouted the man. "You lousy fucking whore! I'm not taking your case, you slut! Get out of my house! You filthy pig! How dare you!"

Doreen was startled, but she quickly got up, adjusted her clothing and tried to argue with him. "He wanted it, too," she said lamely, as if that would make everything all right.

"I don't care!" shouted the man. "You are disgusting! You would've had a case too, 'cause those boys in the hotel do it over and over again with lots of women, but I'm not gonna handle it. You pig! You go elsewhere! Get out of here!"

Doreen hurried out the door. She cursed herself for being enslaved by young cock. She didn't know what would happen to her now. Whatever job she took would ruin her if there were young men around. She had to have young cock or she would die. Perhaps if she left town, then things might be okay. Let them sell the pictures. Who cared?

Doreen tried to tell herself that if she moved to another town things would work out all right, but in the back of her mind she knew that the same things might just happen all over again.

Discouraged, she went home after buying herself a quart of scotch. She would drink herself into a stupor and only when she revived would she think about what she was to do.

For several days, Doreen didn't leave her house. She ate every last bit of food and it was only when there was nothing left to eat that she finally decided to venture forth.

She hadn't shown up at the hotel again, and waited until the boys would actually try to sell the pictures. There was no point in going to a lawyer. It had been too humiliating to tell him what had happened. No, she would just try to live with it, if the boys should go through with their ugly plan.

She was on her way out the door for the first time in many days when the phone rang. She picked it up, not really wanting to talk to anyone. For all she knew, she would now start receiving obscene telephone calls.

It was Tom. Despite herself, she was pleased to hear from him. He seemed awfully apologetic about what he had done, and asked if she would come right over to see him.

She was thrilled to do so. What could have happened to make Tom change his mind about her? She didn't know, but whatever it was, she was glad he had called.

When she got there, she was so eager to so him, she didn't notice a photograph lying on the coffee table. It wasn't until he had served her a drink that she walked what it was. She gasped in horror.

"Is that you?" he asked her, sipping his drink, watching her face for any clue that would give her away.

"Uh, no… how could you think that? No, it's not me…" It was evident that she was clearly embarrassed by it.

"I think it is your [missing text]," he told her. "It sure looks like you."

Doreen stared at it. It was a terrible picture. It showed her lying on her stomach and getting fucked up the ass. It was one of the pictures that the boy had taken. He kept his word. He had started to make copies and sell them.

"Where'd you get it?" she asked him. He grinned at her.

"So it is you," he said simply. "I kinda figured it was. Yeah, I knew it."

"How'd you get it?" she asked him. "I must know."

"Ah, some guy was sellin' 'em. You know, I wondered what you were doin' to get some money."

"Is that why you wanted me here, to embarrass me?"

Tom shook his head. "Nah, I wanted to apologize to you. Maybe you'n I can get it off together after all."

"I thought you only liked girls younger than me," she said to him.

"Yeah, but they don't like to get fucked up the ass. When I saw your picture, I knew you liked it. So I figured…"

"Well, you figured wrong," she said. "If all you want is some, ass to fuck, go find one elsewhere. I'm sorry I ever did that with that guy. I just had no job but I don't need your sympathy."

Tom couldn't quite understand Doreen. Didn't she always say she wanted to have sex with him? Doreen started to get up to go. He kept looking at her ass and rubbing his crotch, wondering if he would succeed if he just grabbed her and rammed his cock up her shit tube.

"Oh, by the way," he said casually, as she was heading for the door, "I got some news about that guy in the school."

"What guy?" she asked. "One of the seniors?"

"Nah, the guy what fired you."

"You mean Dr. Stevenson? The principal?"

"Yeah, that's who. I got some dope on him. One of my friends told me."

"Told you what?" she asked.

"Well, I shouldn't tell you, because she told me – not to tell, but if you'll stay here with me, maybe we can make a deal."

"Tell me what you know," she said. "What about him? He still owes me some money."

"Yeah, well – you can collect, I bet. This chick that I was screwin', well, she was screwin' around with someone else too."

"Who?" asked Doreen, and then it dawned on her. "You mean?"

"Yeah," grinned Tom. "That guy was fuckin' her too."

"But he fired me because of what I was doing with two of the students. What a hypocrite!"

"Yeah. Ellie's her name. Ellie Jameson. She said that old guy was fuckin' her all the time. Right in his office too, after everyone went on home. I thought you'd like to know."

Doreen smiled to herself. "If I could only catch him at it. I bet I could not only get my back pay, but I could get my job back, too. Would your friend tell you when her next date with that creep was?"

"Yeah, if I ask her nice. She likes me better'n him. She only does it so she won't get kicked out a school. She fucks around with a lota guys. Not just me and him."

Doreen saw her chance. She agreed to be ass-fucked by Tom if that was how she would get information about Dr. Stevenson. She would find out when he was fucking that girl, and walk in on them. Boy, would he be frantic!

Tom got the information for her. "Good," said Doreen, planning to go back to the school the next afternoon. "I just hope I catch them in the act."

Tom chuckled. "I'd like to be there," he said. "Boy, would that be funny!"

Doreen began to like Tom again. Even though he wasn't perfect, he was still the only thing around for her, aside from her teens she still so desperately craved. She would still be leading a very lonely life if she didn't settle down with someone. A single life was not for her.

Her scheme worked. She saw the girl secretly entering the principal's office after school. Doreen had managed to get a copy of the key to his office from one of her friends at school, a secretary. She listened by the door of the office until she knew that both of them would be completely undressed.

She turned the key in the lock. There was stunned silence at the entrance. She walked in and caught the principal of the school just about to fuck his teenaged student.

"Well, Dr. Hypocrite, what've you got to say for yourself?"

"Um… er… Miss Miller… um…"

Obviously nothing, thought Doreen. She felt triumphant. She had snuck a camera with her and immediately started to take pictures. The principal became quite frantic, just as she had supposed.