Marvin Cox: The horny librarian

"So, this is why you didn't come to work at the library today," she said, giving Candy a grin.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Margie, I guess I… forgot." She sat up and looked at her aunt with an apologetic grin. "What are you doing home?"

"I'm on my lunch break," she answered. "And this looks just like the right place to eat it."

More than satisfied, both Candy and her aunt returned to the library. It had been difficult to leave the three boys, but from the way they were sprawled out, they wouldn't have been much good anyway.

Since it was a summer night, the library was unusually deserted, leaving Candy and Margie with a lot of time on their hands. Naturally, their conversation turned toward what had happened earlier.

"I've never seen such a cock!" Margie said, recalling Chuck's thick meat pulsating in the back of her throat. Then she giggled. "I remember reading some where that a cock that size can often be a symptom of brain damage."

"So who's interested in his mind?" Candy retorted, muffling a laugh. "With a dick like that, I wouldn't care if he were headless!"

They compared the virtues of the boys in a fashion that only girls can, and it didn't take long until they had worked themselves into a frenzy, their cunts aching with desire.

"Let's close the library up early," Candy suggested. She looked around. "There's hardly anyone here anyway."

"God, I'd love to," Margie said with a sigh, "but the district supervisor is supposed to make his monthly inspection tonight. But if you wanted to leave early…"

"No," Candy said with some regret, "it wouldn't be fair." She looked up at the clock, seeing that they had another three hours to work. "I'll stay."

Candy shot her aunt a wicked grin and knelt behind the counter. She slipped Margie's skirt up and pulled the lace panties down, revealing her reddish, oozing cunt-hole. Working herself between her aunt's leg, she placed her face on her steamy mound of pussy.

"Candy!" Margie gasped softly. "What are… you doing?"

"If I can't have a dick," Candy whispered, darting her tongue into her slick, throbbing crack, "then I'll have the next best thing!"

Fortunately, the countertop was almost tit-level, completely hiding what Candy was doing. But from the look on her aunt's face, any perceptive individual might have guessed what was happening.

"Could you tell me where I might find some books on diet?" an elderly gentleman asked, approaching Margie from the side alcove.

"Eat!" Margie grunted, hardly even aware the man was speaking. Somehow her brain cleared and she arranged her face in what she hoped looked like grim efficiency. "Books… on eating?" she mumbled. "Diet, you say?"

The man gave a critical glance. "Are you OK, Miss? You look rather… flushed."

"I'm fine," Margie answered quickly, feeling her niece's tongue stabs become more intense. "Just a… little ache. I mean, headache, that is." She pointed in the general direction of the non-fiction section. "Over there," she said, her eyes fluttering closed. "Somewhere."

The man backed off, still giving her a strange look. Margie was returning his glance, smiling idiotically, speaking softly from the corner of her mouth.

"You've got to stop that, Candy!" she said. "God, it's driving me crazy!"

Candy was so wound up in what she was doing, she didn't even hear her aunt's anguished plea. She kept digging her tongue in and out of her swollen hole, feeling the steam from the woman's pussy sweep into her nostrils.

"Mmmmmmmm," she gurgled quietly, feeling her own pussy begin to pulsate with growing ecstasy. "Delicious!"

Margie was now standing behind the counter, both hands gripping a book that lay before, her knuckles white. Her eyes were glazed over in pure agony, her mouth slack with mounting pleasure. She saw a dark form approach, then flinched, almost knocking Candy backward.

"Mr. Moore!" she gasped then added, ridiculously, for Candy's benefits, "The district supervisor! Were for his monthly inspection." Then rather too loudly, "Hello, Mr. Moore!"

Candy was aware that something was going on, but she wasn't about to stop. She smacked her face back between her aunt's thighs and ran her hands around to the woman's ass. Pushing hard, she completely sandwiched her head in the woman's crotch, her tongue fully embedded in her convulsing hole.

"Wonderful!" Margie winced. "I… mean, it's wonderful to… see you, Mr. Moore."

"How do you do?" the man asked cautiously, giving her a fish-like stare. "Are you feeling well, Margie?" he asked after a couple of seconds.

"Fine," Margie managed to reply. "I'm doing just fine!"

"Well," the man began slowly, producing a piece of paper, "here's the monthly check-list, and now if you will…"

"Give it to me!" Margie gasped, grabbing at the paper. "I mean… I'll take it. Oh… yes, I will!"

The woman has gone positively crazy, Mr. Moore thought. Why, if he didn't know better, he'd swear she was on fire, or… Without warning, he slipped around the counter and saw the reason far her anguish. There was a young girl he'd never seen before, licking on Margie's pussy like it was a lollypop!

"My God!" he gasped, turning brick red. He knew he should be indignant, but that was the last emotion he could muster up. All he could think of was how he'd like to trade places with that little girl! He felt his cock jerk to life, painfully pushing into the zipper of his trousers. "What… is going on here?" he finally asked, moving closer to the two women.

Candy was so enthralled with what she was doing, she instinctively reached out when she saw the large mound of cock. She quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled his rock-hard shaft out, squeezing her fingers around it.

"Jesus God," Mr. Moore said, gasping, leaning on the counter. "What… is going on here?"

At just that moment, the elderly man who had approached a few moments before, returned. "I couldn't find any diet books," he said, looking from Margie to Mr. Moore.

"Then go to the fucking bookstore!" Mr. Moore grunted. "Or just stop eating so Goddamned much!"

Stunned, the elderly man turned, looking over his shoulder at the two agonized expressions.

"My word," he twittered, "this place is filled with lunatics!"

Mr. Moore now felt Candy's hot mouth on his cock, gulping farther down his meaty shaft. Within moments, he could feel the churning juices inside his nuts ready to explode. He turned to Margie, giving her a tortured look.

"Get everyone out of here," he grunted. "Let's close the place down early!"

Margie did as she was told, almost running at break-neck speed, herding the few patrons out the door like unruly cattle. When she returned to her station, she saw Mr. Moore lying on his back, his legs spread wide. Between them was Candy, sucking on his cock with voracious thrusts of her mouth. The man was groaning softly, his hands on the back of her head.

"That's it, little girl," he murmured. "Just like that! Suck me good and hard! Oh, God, this is great!"

Margie studied the man's features for the first time. Before, she had only seen him as her boss. But now, he was like a different person. Around fifty, he still had a firm body, with only a hint of a paunch, and the hair that covered his chest and crotch was tinged with gray, the same color at his temples. He had angular features, almost hawk like, but this only made him more attractive.

"Oh, Mr. Moore," she murmured, joining her niece, squeezing in beside her, "why didn't you tell me before you liked this?"

"I had to tell you?" he grunted. "God, no explanations now, please! Just lick my cock!"

"Ohhhhh, I will!" Margie moaned, wresting his prick from Candy's mouth. "Mmmmmm, let me have it a little while!"

While she gobbled up and down his thick, pulsating slab of dick, Candy nuzzled her lips around his cum-filled nuts. She lapped them into her mouth one at a time, then together, pulling them into her cheeks and pursing her lips.