J Long - Motel peeper

She had tried her best to shush them up with her serious librarian look – hawk eyes that squinched coldly behind owlish glasses.

To which, Ferris Collier had returned a smug smile and the rather cryptic statement: "Ah, go fuck a banana."

Prudence was fuming red. Indignation raised the old hackles on her ass, and she marched over to the juvenile jackasses, ready to paint an accusing finger and give them a stern lecture on how to behave in the hallowed nooks and crannies of a library.

She was ready to speak, ready to spew forth with her sermon about silence, when Harvey Grossman interrupted her.

"If you can't find a fucking banana, how 'bout this?"

Prudence was shocked.

That boy! That creature with zits all over his cheeks was exposing… no! In her library, too! Her holy library – he was doing obscene things.

Naturally, Harvey liked to do obscene things because he was an obscene creature just like his father.

One of Harvey's favorite obscene things was to cut fans at church when Reverend Manly was giving his usual Sunday sermon on how God's wrath will come down like hailstones on rapists and sodomites.

Another obscene thing Harvey cherished was to catch fleas off his dog Blue and give them a home in his sister's panties.

But one of the best obscene things that Harvey chortled about was going to study hall with his thumb sticking out of his fly.

So, that was what Harvey was doing now.

He had his fat hand shoved down into his crusty Levi's with his huge thumb poking out of his fly, and he was wiggling it obscenely at Miss Prudence Meeker in a come hither motion.

Miss Meeker did not want to come hither. Miss Meeker did not know if she had seen anything so obscene in her life or in her library.

"Put that… that… that awful thing away!" Ferris chortled. "Shhhhhhhhhh! This here's a library. It ain't no place for screaming."

Prudence turned red. Then crimson as she watched that God-awful thing wiggling left-right, left-right from the fly of Harvey's crusty jeans.

Harvey said: "Wanta suck-suck on my thing-thing?"

Prudence was aghast. Men were so awful! They were just buggers when it came to things like libraries and how to act at social teas.

"Now, listen here, Harvey! You and Ferris must leave this library at once, or I'll…"

"Aw, go suck a banana," Ferris interrupted.

Prudence gasped.

Harvey smirked. "And if you can't find a banana to suck-suck, I still got my thing-thing right here."

Prudence closed her eyes. Well, what she really did was get a good long glimpse at Harvey's thing-thing and, filled with indignation, then she closed her eyes. ZzzzzIIIIIPPPP.

Then Prudence regretted closing her eyes.

Because when she opened them, she noticed that Ferris was doing the same obscene thing as Harvey was doing with his thing-thing. Only Ferris' obscene thing-thing did not look like Harvey's thing-thing that he had wanted her, to suck-suck. Ferris' thing-thing looked very much like the real thing-thing. It looked like the real thing-thing because there wasn't a fingernail on it like Harvey's thing-thing. It also looked like the real thing-thing because something white was coming out of the slit on the big mushroom-shaped head.

Quickly, Prudence looked at Harvey's thing-thing.

Suddenly she thought she was seeing double. Harvey's thing-thing was also looking like a real thing-thing. Like there was a callus on the end of his thing-thing. Now, there was a slit on the end just like on the end of Ferris' thing-thing, and there was white drooly-looking stuff coming out of that slit, and… oh gosh!

Prudence reeled beneath the assault of things so obscene. She had never seen a prick in her whole life, never imagined them to look that huge or that powerful or that drooly.

Harvey shook his cock at Prudence. "See, we was just fooling around, Miss Meeker. We knew you didn't want to see no thumbs sticking out of our flies. You wanted to just see our cocks."

"Yeah," Ferris chimed in. "Besides, chicks like you are no fun to fuck with just a thumb. Shit, me and Harvey can tell when a lady like you needs the real thing."

Prudence covered her ears to hear no evil. Her eyes were closed, shutting off some more evil. Her mouth was mum because there weren't enough proper words in her vocabulary to describe the evil things those boys were doing in her library.

Haney laughed, nudged Ferris. They closed in on her, obviously intending to rape Miss Meeker involuntarily.

Harvey got on her left side, Ferris took the right.

Harvey grabbed her cunt and Ferris grabbed her ass.

Prudence's eyes shot open. Her ears were full of coarse laughter and sordid, obscene statements.

"Jesus! Miss Meeker, I just know you're dying for a fucking right here in the old cunt-hole!"

"Jesus! Miss Meeker, I can't wait to ram my fucking cock into your fine ass!"

What could she do? Where could she run? Where was God in moments like these when rascals and their type – characters like Harvey Grossman and Ferris Collier – were bent on fucking the only two holes worth a fucking damn on her body.

Prudence tried to scream. But since she had already been described as a mousy-type woman, it came out as a meek cry. Probably because she had learned so long ago to scream quietly while working in the library.

Prudence tried to run. But it was hard to run when vise-like hands were up under her dress, one set of dirty filthy palms running over the cheeks of her girdled ass and the other set of evil-filled fingers grabbing hold of her short hairs.

Prudence struggled.

Struggle. Struggle. Struggle.

Idiot laughter, as if it were canned for Let's Make A Deal, filled her ears.

"Har. Har. Har." Ferris laughed, grabbing her ass hard.

"Ho. Ho. Ho," Harvey chuckled, grabbing her girdled cunt very hard.

This was unbelievable! This wasn't happening! No one in Tweedy would believe that two teenage boys had the daring audacity to fuck a librarian in her place of occupation – would they?

No, it had to be a bad dream. Maybe like the dream last night, the same dream that came to Prudence every night since the day her grandfather had spanked her for picking her nose and she had felt something very wriggly, then wet on her belly as she bent over his lap.

Maybe it was just a flashback to the days at SMU where she was just a normal date-less coed who had seen what men could do to girls who had average-sized tits and average-sized asses and yew big mouths.

But Prudence didn't want to be reminded of her SMU days. She didn't want to remember watching Abigail Austin getting gang-banged by a bunch of horticulturists in the Student Union. Those men were animals! Just a bunch of high-falutin', big-cocked Texas boys who were taking advantage of Abigail because she was blind and had learned to walk with only one crutch.

Prudence reeled with the memories, with the remembrances of how much evil there was in men. And what they could do with their big cocks. And what they made blind girls and crippled girls do to their cocks. Always begging chicks to hold their pricks. And after that was done, begging them to suck their pricks. And after that was done, begging them to fuck their pricks. And after that was done, begging them to marry them or head to Nogales to remove the aftermath of what they had helped to create.

"Come on, Miss Meeker. All we want ya to do is hold our pricks. Just give our cocks a few whacks. Who's it gonna hurt?"

Prudence nearly fainted. They were already at stage-one – begging her to bold their pricks.

Harvey grabbed her hand, put it on his eleven-inch prick. "Come on, Miss Meeker. We know you want to jack us off. Jesus, your hand's sweating so bad, I just know you wanta jack us off."

Prudence shook her head, and the bun of her hair unraveled and slunk down in slinky rolls.