The boy slowly started to pull his pecker out of her canal. He seemed embarrassed now that his pleasure was over. "I gotta get home," he told her, wiping his dick with the roll of toilet paper. He made a great effort to get all the sperm off his penis before it dried.
"Take a shower when you get home," Doreen suggested.
The teen put his cleansed cock and balls back inside his fly. "Well, thanks," he said, feeling a little better. "I gotta go now." He dashed out of the john, leaving Doreen still lying on the floor. She rubbed her vagina. It felt warm and moist. His sticky sperm we still oozing and dripping all over her pussy hairs. She started to slide her fingers into her snatch, trying to pretend that the boy was still with her. Her fingers drove into her hole faster and faster, aching to fuck herself.
Doreen rubbed her tits. The boy had made them red and sore, but she liked it. A little rough play made her feel good, and the boy didn't hurt her too much.
As she was masturbating, a guy entered the john to take a leak. She froze. What was she doing in the men's room? She panicked, until she realized that the door to the stall was shut. She quickly got up off the floor and sat on the pot, hoping that her dress couldn't be seen.
She could see the man's legs through the bottom of the stall. He was standing at the urinal, pissing. If only she could see his long cock! She dreamed of what his prick might look like as she rubbed her pussy harder and harder.
Her juices continued to flow out of her snatch, and she started to sigh and moan as she banged herself. Her body was writhing and twisting on the toilet seat. She fucked herself harder and faster, ready to bring herself to another climax right away.
The boy's jism was still warm slid sticky, though it was drying rapidly. She rubbed it into her pussy hairs, making her whole crotch smell like a men's locker room. Her seeping honey dripped, onto her body, and she was breathing heavily, sighing loudly, as she fucked herself harder and harder.
The guy was apparently zipping up his pants and he turned to leave. She saw the guy returning to the john and his feet paused for a moment. He stood there motionless and then turned away rapidly and walked out of the john. "Fucking queer!" the guy murmured. Doreen knew that the guy didn't know she was a woman. He had thought she was a guy beating off in the john. That was a relief. She continued to slide her fingers up her snatch until her clit was being driven wild. Her whole body was shaking. Her pussy juices poured thick and fast out of her hole. She was panting and gasping for breath. "Fuck me!" she moaned to herself. "Fuck me! Ohhhhh! Jimmy, fuck me!"
As she climaxed, she nearly blacked out. Her juices spilled out of her pussy, sending her body into waves of sheer ecstasy. But it was the first time that she had called out for Jimmy in many years. She had never gotten completely over him or his young hard thick cock. She pulled her hand out of her cunt and slowly got dressed. She needed young cock more than ever now. She knew that her long dry spoil we finally over. She would search for young cock to free her from the memory of her past.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hello, Miss Miller," said Gary, with a big broad smile. He was in library study hall again, and this time his manner was no longer sullen or arrogant.
"Hello, Gary," she said, smiling at him in return. "You let your hair down," he commented. "Yes," she said. "Do you like it this way?" She ran her fingers through her hair. He nodded.
"Yeah," he said. "Now I mean it. I think you're cute." She blushed. He had said that previously to insult her, but now it was a compliment and she was pleased.
Gary kept looking at her all during the study hall period instead of studying. It was making her slightly uncomfortable, but she enjoyed the attention just the same.
His friend Ronnie just walked in and walked up to her. "I got the paper, Miss Miller," he said, handing her a composition.
"Thank you," she said, taking it Ronnie walked to a seat near his friend Gary.
"Hey!" said Ronnie. "You gotta stay in today too?"
Gary hesitated. "Yes," he said. He knew that Miss Miller was no longer requiring him to stay after school and copy out material from the encyclopedia, but he now wanted to stay.
"What about practice?" asked Ronnie. "What'd the coach say?"
"Oh, fuck practice," said Gary, keeping an eye on the librarian. "I gotta do another report. Don't bug me."
"Well, I'll stay with you," said Ronnie. "It wasn't fair that she let me go and kept you."
"That's okay," said Gary. "I don't care."
"Nah, I'll stay. You finish that report?"
"What report?"
"The one she made you write, dummy. On King Whosis."
"Oh, that one. Yeah… I mean no. That's why I gotta stay. I can't work with you around. Okay? So you go."
Ronnie shrugged. He thought he was doing his friend a favor by sticking by him. Well, he wouldn't stay after school if that's what his friend wanted.
Gary stayed late every night that week, and every night, Miss Doreen Miller would lock the door to the library and entertain herself and Gary with her body. He went wild with her each time, sliding his pick into her mouth and finally, fucking her.
"Hey," said Ronnie towards the end of the week. "You still gotta stay late after school?"
"Yeah," said Gary. "I write slow…"
"Somethin's funny," said Ronnie. "You carryin' on with that old cunt?"
"Don't talk like that about Miss Miller," said Gary angrily. "She ain't no dried-up old cunt."
Ronnie started to laugh. "Boy, that's a switch. Callin' her that is what kept you here in the first place. Boy, you're gettin' sweet on old Miss Miller. Wait'll Sally hears about this!"
"Hey!" shouted Gary. "You leave Sally outta this!"
"Okay, okay," said Ronnie. "But I got the feelin' that you kinda like stayin' late."
"So?"
"So I'm right, eh? You two makin' out or somethin'?"
Gary looked intently at his friend. "Can you keep your trap shut about somethin'?" he asked.
"Yeah sure," replied Ronnie.
"Well, me and Miss Miller is gettin' it on together. You know what I mean," he said, winking an eye.
"You're fulla shit!" cried Ronnie. "Don't give me none of that jive. Miss Miller hates your guts."
"No she don't?" said Gary. "And it ain't my guts she likes." Gary patted his crotch. His friend still refused to believe him. "You don't think I really dig stayin' in after school and missin' all that football practice?"
"I dunno now what you dig."
"Yeah, well, what Miss Miller and I do is better'n football. And it's better'n handball, if you gets my meanin."
Ronnie was confused. It couldn't be possible for his friend to be fucking the librarian. Not because Gary wasn't capable of screwing someone, but because Ronnie was sure that Miss Miller wouldn't ever let anyone fuck her, especially not a student like Gary.
"I still don't believe you," said Ronnie. "You're lyin."
"Don't you go 'round callin' me a liar, you fuckin' jerk! If you don't believe me, you come 'round to the library this afternoon. You keep real quiet, and you'll see for yourself. I'm really hot today, and she's gonna low it when I shove it in this time. You just keep real quiet, okay?"
"Uh, sure, Gary. How will I watch? Don't she lock the doors or somethin'?"
"Yeah, but I'll unlock it. You just don't make no noise."
Ronnie went along with his friend's plan. He was beginning to believe that Gary was telling, the truth, and the idea that Gary was actually fucking Miss Miller turned him, on. Ronnie had fucked a girl only once, and that time, in the back seat of a car, he had performed badly. His prick had barely gotten up the girl's pussy when he shot, and both he and the girl were very frustrated.
Gary entered the school library shortly before three. Miss Miller was talking to a group of teachers.