Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2007 09:56:59 +0000 (GMT)
From: Lucy Hopper <lucybabypet@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Taking the librarian 1 (lesbian authoritarian)

Taking the librarian 1I once described in one of my Nifty Archive Taking
of Lucy stories how wildly excited I was at the sight of my straight,
plump middle-aged, shocked landlady being seduced before my eyes against
her will. I have written other things since then and had other lovers,
but telling that true story in the summer made me realise that nothing
would satisfy me until I could repeat such an experience. True, on that
occasion I was being wildly pleasured myself by two experienced girls,
but I knew deep down that for once it was the watching that so excited
me. I wanted to see it happen again. But not only as a spectator as
controller.
August passed with holidays and pleasures a plenty but no opportunity
such as I had been seeking. Then in mid-September the chance arose. I was
sharing a flat with two girls - well, in their late-twenties like I am -
from Amsterdam. They were at a language school in Hastings doing a crash
course in English and although I met them in a gay girls club having a
drink and let them have my spare room for a reasonable rent they were
already a couple and anyway all three of us were working too hard at that
time to think about fun - I had library exams.
Then suddenly we had all finished, passed, celebrated and were due to
part, them home to Holland, me home to my parents for a break. They came
to my library's annual party on their last evening. All the branches
sent their staff and it was a good night, fifty of us in the main
library. By midnight most had gone and only we three and Miss Trencher,
the reading room manager, were left. We had cleared everything away in
black rubbish bags and dumped it out in the yard, the helped the grateful
all-night contract cleaners wipe down a few surfaces. The cleaners left
and we prepared to, but we all, I think, felt strangely flat, needing
excitement. We watched Miss Trencher anxiously polishing the main enquiry
desk for the tenth time. `Oh leave it, Eileen. You can see your face in
it. There's not a stain.' I said. I was anxious to take Mary and Fan on
to another party I had been invited to. But Fan was eyeing Miss
Trencher's big bottom in her long skirt as she bent over and gave the
counter a final anxious polish.
"It's a great ass,' she said thoughtfully. `I bet she has a good body
you know? What is she? Forty? No more.'
Miss Trencher had always seemed more than that to me. Even tonight she
had just worn a white blouse with her usual long skirt. Her black glasses
had slipped down her nose as she looked back, perspiring from her
efforts. `You think that is all right now?' she said.
`And the face is good,` said Mary thoughtfully. `Big and open. Too
worried, but the mouth is sensual. Let's go for it, Fan! If we get it
wrong, we are in Amsterdam tomorrow night and Lucy here is in big
trouble!'
They giggled and then to my astonishment they rushed Miss Trencher at the
desk, each grabbing an arm bending her backwards across the counter. She
gasped. 'You have drunk too much. Stop this silly game at once!'. She
seemed to have no idea their interest was sexual.
They held her wrists down on the counter and Mary looked over her
shoulder. `You with us?' Her long blonde hair had come out of its bun
and she looked wildly excited and beautiful. Fan tall, dark, commanding,
calm, looked no different from usual.' Come on Lucy,' she said. `Take
her.'
I knew the time I had been waiting for had come. I approached the counter
slowly, reached forward and slowly undid Miss Trencher's long skirt,
slipping it down to her ankles and pulling it impatiently over her shoes
which went flying. She gasped again. `No, no, Lucy! This is vile!' I
ripped her sensible panties in half. and tossed them aside.
Then I took her black tights and stripped them down her down her full
white legs which were surprisingly shapely and wonderfully warm to the
touch. The Dutch girls were urging me on now and I went wild. I stripped
her shirt from her, tearing the buttons apart, off, scattering across the
room. The big bra was not flattering but it was easy to remove as I
reached round behind the now weeping woman. Her breasts were massive,
swollen, beautiful, wobbling, undulating. The nipples were huge.. We were
all astonished. The girls still held her back as I reached for her
gorgeous nipples and fingered them and fondled them, teased them and
touched them and then bent down to kiss and suck them hard.
She was hysterical now, begging us to stop, then screaming for the
police.' Rape! Police! Oh help me someone! Help me! For God`s sake!'
`The two Dutch girls swung her up heavily on to the big oak counter and
we held her there, naked, shivering, sobbing. Mary bent over her and
kissed her, mouth to mouth, wild, passionate, tongue, lips, everything,
as I stopped and began to kiss the lips of her hairy pussy. Fan pulled
her hair hard and hissed in her ear. `You know we are going to do what
we like with you all night long,' she said, slapping her across her face
.'Just give in to it. You love it already! Feel how good it is to be in
our power! Give in to it, baby !'
I bent before the terrified woman, fondling and stroking her full thighs
as I kissed her pussy and licked and tongued it deeper and deeper. It was
rippling already, responding, relaxing, betraying her. She began to gasp
louder as Mary moved aside from the kiss and took her turn at sucking her
nipples. Fan climbed in to the counter, stripped off her own little skirt
and panties and lowered her pussy over Miss Trencher's face. `Lick me,
taste me, fuck me with your lips and tongue, bitch!' she ordered. And
Miss Trencher began to do as she was told, Fan pushing the woman's face
in to her pussy.
I slipped a finger up into her, played with her, fondled her, felt her
dampness change to wet, to dripping wet. I slipped in a second finger and
a third and began to work her harder into a deep rhythm. But still she
would not give into the full pleasure. Still she fought and still she
begged us to stop. I had four fingers in her and she was as wet and mushy
and receptive as any tart could be.
That betraying body was taking over at last. Her hips began to jerk and
sway as she pressed herself involuntarily into my mouth, then closer and
harder ad faster. `Oh! Oh! Oh!1 she cried, muffled as Fan half choked
her with her dripping pussy before relenting and climbing down to work on
the rest of her body with Mary. Their practised hands worked on her big
swollen breasts. Mary slid a finger into her big beautiful round ass as I
continued to work her pussy which was now running wet down her legs. At
last she gave in, lay there jerking, abandoned to lust, knees wide apart,
begging for more as we all teasingly stopped for one second. `Oh! Yes!
More1 No stopping. Oh God! Oh dear God!' And then she began a series of
the most spectacular climaxes I had ever seen, her hips wildly plunging
out of control in our hands as we worked her to climax after climax after
shrieking, jerking climax, one every few seconds. She screamed in an
unearthly wail that went on and on and on. !Aiiiyeee!!!!' She was a
woman possessed. By us. I had my whole fist inside her now and she
pressed down in it as hard as she could. We were soaked with her juices.
I left her to the others for a few moments and went for the phone.
`Carrie? We've got one going here. Come now! Bring Chels and Jay.
She'll go and go. Listen1' I held the phone away from my face and out
towards the counter where the two girls were now fighting to hold her
down in her sexual frenzied throes. She was screaming and screaming.
`Dear God,' said my friend on the phone. `What in God's name are they
doing to her?'
`She takes a fist like you take a finger,' I said. `Bring something to
spank her with. I think flagellation will set her over the edge.'
At that moment, as if to make my point for me, lovely Fran began to beat
and thrash that big bare white ass with her open palm again and again,
hard, painful, stinging, loud, while Mary fisted her wet and easy. The
shriek was so loud and eerie now that we were startled when it suddenly
wailed to a silence. She had fainted from ecstasy. We were going to have
to revive her and start again on her when my friends arrived.

More to come


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