0 comments/ 70636 views/ 2 favorites Reading Material By: FeJuggler Shelves of books loomed high above Marcie's head. Coupled with the dim light and near perfect silence, the bookstore reminded the forty year old of caves she'd visited earlier in the summer. Borrowing a small footstool from the next aisle, Marcie stepped up to one of her favorite sections of the shelves. The erotica section, naturally, was placed on the highest damn shelves in the store. Marcie stood on her toes on the small stool, straining to reach a new volume whose title she didn't recognize. As her fingers brushed the binding of the book, a quiet moan caught her attention. As soon as she began listening, however, silence fell once again in the deserted store. Departing the adult section, Marcie strolled casually through the rows. A quick glance toward the front of the store confirmed that the girl working the cash register was no longer stationed at her small desk. Marcie guessed that she was helping the young man who'd entered the store shortly after herself. Sure enough, the closer Marcie got to the back room of the store, the more easily she heard the grunts and moans of the girl and her lover. The slight liquid sounds and rhythmic sliding noises turned the woman on instantly; her nipples hardened beneath her blouse and a warm sensation rushed through her chest and down between her legs. Seconds later she found the girl, minus her clothing, lying flat on her back on a large wooden table. Her legs were hanging over a broad pair of shoulders and a large cock was slipping in and out of her pussy at a slow pace. The cock and shoulders belonged to the attractive, dark haired young man who Marcie'd seen earlier. The older woman glanced at the pile of clothes near her feet; the nametag on the discarded sweater read, "April". "Well, well," exclaimed Marcie brightly, "are we having fun in here?" The couple jumped noticeably, the glistening cock dropping out of April's slit immediately. The girl started to sit up but Marcie stepped forward quickly and pushed her back down by her shoulders. Bright red hair fanned out over the table, April began protesting indignantly. Her boyfriend simply stood between her legs, uncertain what to do about the aggressive woman. "You get the hell out of here or I'm calling the police!" threatened April with as much dignity as she could muster in her position. "Really?" Marcie asked, amused. "I'm sure the owners of the store would love to know what was going on when this wild woman attacked you!" Unconsciously, she began to softly rub her crotch against the top of the girl's head. The pressure felt good through her jeans shorts; Marcie never wore anything under her clothes. Such garbage did nothing but get in the way. "Um, maybe we could work something out?" asked the young man at the end of the table. He was obviously embarassed and his erection had softened fast, but he seemed to be catching on faster than his girlfriend. "We might," Marcie teased. "What do you suggest?" She released one of April's shoulders, as the girl had become passive in her curiosity. Her breasts were small but the nipples were disproportionately large. Marcie stared at them hungrily while pulling open the button on her shorts. The jeans fell to the ground, revealing a smoothly shaved cunt. "I think we could handle whatever you have in mind," said the boy, grinning. To his credit, his cock was already hardening again. "Wait a minute," began April. "Since April's supposed to be minding the store, I guess she's the one who's really in trouble," Marcie interrupted. "A good spanking might teach her to mind better." "You're probably right," answered the young man. He was clearly beginning to enjoy himself. The proof was growing between his legs. "Give me those," commanded Marcie, reaching for April's ankles. The girl kicked feebly but stopped to shriek as her boyfriend delivered the first slap across her exposed ass. Smiling, Marcie pulled back on her captive's legs and rubbed her naked pussy harder against April's red hair. "You can do better than that," admonished Marcie and asked the young man for his name. "Jonathon" was the reply. "Well, Jonathon," Marcie continued, "you can do better than that! Slap this little girl's ass hard! I want to hear it, and I want to see some red skin down there!" Below her, April closed her eyes and groaned softly. This wasn't her first spanking, evidently. Jonathon smiled and smacked the backs of her thighs three more times, much harder than before. April cooed loudly and her lips parted. Marcie immediately swung one leg up on the table, lowering her slick crotch to the captive face. April's tongue touched the other woman's clit hesitantly, then burrowed its way quickly into the depth's of Marcie's pussy. The brunette sighed and pulled back harder on April's legs, exposing more of her ass to Jonathon. His palm cracked against her smooth flesh four more times, being careful to cover every inch of the tender skin. Soon, April's ass and thighs were glowing bright red and Marcie was well on her way to her first orgasm. Wrapping one arm around both of April's ankles, Marcie tucked the girl's feet against her chest and reached down with her free hand to pull on the giant, stiffened nipples below her. "I think she needs more serious punishment," decided Jonathon. He traced his finger in the slippery channel between April's legs before reaching to the floor for his discarded belt. Stroking his thick cock with one hand, he teased April's ass with the thick swatch of leather. Marcie smiled and pressed her cunt harder against April's nibbling lips. The girl was eating her out with gusto, rubbing her nose and mouth hard against Marcie's convulsing channel. The older woman pinched April's thick nipple hard, sending the girl into a frenzy of lip-smacking lust. Marcie's body was shaking with her first climax when the first swing of the belt cracked against the girl's ass. April jumped, driving her tongue further inside Marcie than the older woman thought possible. The woman's orgasmic fluids began pouring over the girl's face and Marcie sucked one of April's toes into her mouth, licking at the sensitive skin between the digits. At the foot of the table, Jonathon whipped the belt across April's tender skin twice more, leaving darker red lines which stood out sharply against the bright red hand outlines. These were followed by four carefully placed strokes to the backs of her thighs, and one to the back of each calf to top things off. Returning to her ass, Jonathon slapped the twitching flesh twice more before April began shaking with her own orgasm. Jonathon dropped the belt and impaled the climaxing girl with his huge erection. Marcie pushed April's legs apart before leaning over, licking out furiously at April's clit and her boyfriend's cock as it slid in and out of her trembling body. The girl's skin was warm as Marcie sucked at the backs of her thighs, nipping at her lightly with her teeth. Jonathon groaned and thrust deeper into April's sopping cunt, stroking Marcie's shoulders with his hands and pulling her head toward the base of his cock. She licked at it obligingly, reveling in the taste of April's pussy as her boyfriend's dick slid in and out. Between her legs, the girl continued driving the older woman toward another orgasm. Jonathon tensed abruptly and Marcie realized he was about to cum. Wrapping her small fist around the young man's tool, Marcie pulled him out of April's cunt and slipped her lips over the tip of Jonathon's erection. The first hot spurt of sperm shot against the back of Marcie's tongue and she moaned with passion. Her mouth filled quickly with the sticky juice as Marcie's head bobbed up and down on the pulsing cock. When his loins were finally empty, the brunette woman slid down off the table. Smiling to herself, Marcie deposited an upside down kiss on April's sticky mouth, letting Jonathon's cum drip from her mouth to the girl's. April rolled the liquid around in her mouth, wrestling her tongue with Marcie's for a few seconds before swallowing hard. "That was fun," grinned Jonathon when the two women were done with their cum-filled kiss. "Let me tell you what else April has done wrong this week..." Reading Material They had been wasting the day, shopping, eating, teasing each other. It had been perfect. Now it was late, the other shoppers long gone home. But they had one more errand. The bookstore. She needed a magazine and a latte; he wanted the latest in a series that had finally been published. He parked the truck, turning to her before they got out. She leaned into the kiss, her tongue dancing around his, playful. He sucked her tongue in, making her moan, back in her chest in that way he craved. His fingers played up her thighs, felt her legs part. He slipped under the elastic, his fingers wet at once with her. On the tiny bench seat she twisted, turned to him to give him access. Her hips pushed up, wanting it deeper. He obliged, smiling around the kiss. He pulled back, sliding the damp fabric down, off her legs. He got to her knees. She reached out at once, trying to stop him. "No...sweetie, no...not... NOW" She whispered. "YES...yes, baby...now, you know you want to, c'mon, gimme, Lauren please baby...please, for me" He whispered back in her ear. He rubbed the fabric, thrilled at how wet she already was. He lightly stroked her clit, the tiny knot now hard. She relented, she always did when she heard him in her ear. His voice swam in her head when they were like this, never silent, always a low murmur. He had caught her with his voice and words, now she craved them when they were alone, inside each other. He pulled once more, felt her feet kick as the panties came off finally. He pocketed them. They stepped out, the air warm in summer, her sundress cooler now, her legs hotter. The store was almost empty. A few students were sitting at the coffee bar, drinking and studying. Their quiet laughter buzzed in the café. When they entered the store they slid apart like many couples, each looking to find their own satisfaction. She walked idly, not really reading the titles that scrolled by. She loved the solemnity of a bookstore, the quiet way that one asked a question as if in a library. The coffee was great here also. She picked up a new novel that she had heard a review of, leaning against the stack as she flipped pages. She has started to lose herself in the first chapter when she could feel heat on her neck, his weight shifting behind her. His head poked over her shoulder, resting there. "Anything good?" he asked. "I can't tell yet, but it has my interest." She replied. She bit off the next words as his hand slid to her ass, cupping her cheeks, squeezing. "STOP" she said as quietly and forcefully as she could. "Stop? Me? Stop what honey?...this you mean?" His fingers slid under her hem, then inside her with practiced ease. She wet instantly when she felt him playing with her ass, but this, being fucked like this in a store with people? She trembled as she wanted him to stop, and go deeper, faster. "Please...no baby...no" she hissed. As quickly as he started, his fingers slipped out. He did trail them down her thigh, making her shiver at her own arousal. He kissed her neck lightly then went away, fingers tapping on book backs as he walked. She narrowed her eyes as he slithered off, sure that he had that smug grin on his face. She wanted him to come back and finish now that she was empty. She looked around then, nervous that she had been spotted. Her heart slowed down, realizing that she was safe, no one the wiser. She was in Gardening now, alone again. She was engrossed in a book on flowers when she felt him again. The same hand again sliding across her butt, then fingers darting inside, only now he pushed deep. As before she was wet at the first touch, but now it was hotter, more intense. She was not as nervous, and that first touch had started an itch in her. She wanted him to go farther. She bit her lip, tension growing as he simply placed them in her, not moving at all. He pretended to not notice her right foot sliding up and down her ankle, frustration building with each second of teasing. He loved watching how her knuckles got white as she gripped the book tightly. She would not give in and ask for it, not yet. He knew her body and responses, every muscle and nerve ending. From practice he could tell just by her breathing pattern that the one finger swirling inside was driving her mad. Her pride tried to keep her quiet, but the heat in her core won out. The groan that leaked from her was his prize for now. Before she could even protest he was gone again. When she saw him again he was in Transportation, a book on Zepplins seemingly engrossing him. 'God damn you fucker... come back, do it again' she thought. She tried to push it away, thought about planning her own teasing revenge when they got home. She knew him also, wanted to make him as hard as she was wet, then STOP. Tit for tat. She smiled at how he would look the sound of his begging of 'please, more, please', how she would remind him of her needs tonight. This time she never heard him till he spun her around, crushing his lips to hers quickly, pulling her into him. The touch she felt in her was raw, needy, pumping fast under her dress. She fell on his shoulder after the kiss broke, humping now as she felt a crest building. She felt his hard outline pressed against her thigh. 'At least he's as hot as I am' she thought. She pushed back as discreetly as she could, her breathing shallow, like she had forgotten how. 'Just there, yes…there, circles, just like that'. Then...,nothing. She almost screamed when he pulled out again, a few seconds from release. She wanted to slap the smile off his face, after she was through fucking him dry. She fumed when he pecked her lips, his feet almost skipping this time as they parted. She had been close, so close and now she wandered aisles of words like she was drugged. Nothing interested her except the throbbing between her legs. She glanced around to see again that no one was watching. Then she saw her. Long straight brown hair and a slim build. A mythology text gripped in her left hand. She was across the aisle again. She was sure that this girl had been near at his last maddening touch as well. She tried to look at her but the girl broke eye contact as soon as Lauren looked up. She felt herself blush crimson, sure now that she had been watched. That image hung in her mind, of this meek looking girl watching her hips move as her lover slid his fingers in and out. She wondered how much she had seen, how long had she been watching? Now it was a game of tag, only now with three players hiding in the aisles. In History he stood behind her again, his two fingers inside, then another from his free hand in her mouth. Satisfied he was wet enough it went in also, but in her ass. She felt her knees go weak at that, both tiny opening stretched as her hummed in her ear. He cooed at her, told her that she was his beauty, his baby, that after tonight she would never be able to come here without thinking about this. She considered that. When she was here in every section she would think that she could smell it, her sex, her scent. She would close her eyes, picture herself leaning over, ass out, wet fingers clinging inside as he played her. That image alone sent her reeling, knowing that others were going to stand right here, in this spot. They would hold books and conversations where just a few hours ago she had been fucked, never realizing it. She smiled and threw her hips at him harder, swiveling to corkscrew him in deeper, push her closer. In, out, in, out. A slow drumbeat that kept her on edge, but never set her free. She felt her chin was wet, realized that she had been panting too hard again. Her voyeur friend was in Biography, peering over the edge as slyly as she could, her eyes no longer looking away when they met. She started to revel in her singular audience. Once when he broke away again she walked past her friend, a wiggle evident when she turned. The girl blushed, realized that she had been spotted as well. Getting bolder she stood directly across the next time, staring openly as each woman swayed hips in time, one feeling a lover, the other wishing that she had the nerve to do it. Lauren wanted to sit with her for some reason, talk with her like an old friend, feeling like they were sharing in this somehow. Lauren was now in Short Fiction, an anthology of erotica in her hands. 'Bad choice' she thought, too close in subject to just stand here and read, too many images already fighting for space. She wondered what a writer would make of this moment, her game with him, her little friend's eyes watching. Both women waited for it to start again. He walked openly to her this time, no sneaking up. She held his eyes, daring him to do it again, finish this time. He had that silly smirk again. She loved it even as it irritated her. He simply pushed her back against the stack now, gliding inside again. She opened to him, her gaze darting to her companion. She watched the girl's mouth part, her lips shiny. She could tell that she was rubbing her own mound through her jeans, a silent partner in their ménage`. He fucked her faster this time, wanting to make her come, feel her knees go out. She had her hand on the back of his neck holding on, just at the edge. Then she saw it, the girl's lips mouthing to her. She fought to concentrate, focus even as her mind fogged with swelling desire. She bit her lip again, then made out the words. "Do it…Come…Do it…Come … come… DO IT" was the silent message. That did it; she fell apart inside, her teeth biting her lip painfully as she stifled her scream. She buried her face in his chest, eyes wet as tears rolled down in release. He held her through the waves, stroking her hair, her back. He whispered 'Love you, thank you, baby, love you…' When she stopped shaking she asked him to go get the magazine she had wanted. She would meet him out front, she needed to go freshen up. She wound her way to the restroom, studying her face in the mirror. 'God, such a bad girl, a lovely wicked girl' she thought. Her makeup was a little runny, her hands shaking as she washed her face. The water was cool, the contrast to the heat between her legs wonderful. She heard a low moan from a stall. She went over softly, and looking down saw the girl's shoes, her jeans pooled at her ankles. Lauren leaned back against the sink, waiting for her to finish. When the girl came out she was startled to see she was not alone, her face red. Lauren walked to her, and without asking, and with no fear, kissed her cheek once, smiled at her, and walked out. She slid into the truck. She leaned over, kissing him as she grabbed his still hard cock through his jeans. They shook, giggling at what they had just done... She pulled away and leaned to his ear, "Paybacks gonna` be a bitch baby." "Promise?" he asked. Reading Material They had been wasting the day, shopping, eating, teasing each other. It had been perfect. Now it was late, the other shoppers long gone home. But they had one more errand. The bookstore. She needed a magazine and a latte; he wanted the latest in a series that had finally been published. He parked the truck, turning to her before they got out. She leaned into the kiss, her tongue dancing around his, playful. He sucked her tongue in, making her moan, back in her chest in that way he craved. His fingers played up her thighs, felt her legs part. He slipped under the elastic, his fingers wet at once with her. On the tiny bench seat she twisted, turned to him to give him access. Her hips pushed up, wanting it deeper. He obliged, smiling around the kiss. He pulled back, sliding the damp fabric down, off her legs. He got to her knees. She reached out at once, trying to stop him. "No...sweetie, no...not... NOW" She whispered. "YES...yes, baby...now, you know you want to, c'mon, gimme, Lauren please baby...please, for me" He whispered back in her ear. He rubbed the fabric, thrilled at how wet she already was. He lightly stroked her clit, the tiny knot now hard. She relented, she always did when she heard him in her ear. His voice swam in her head when they were like this, never silent, always a low murmur. He had caught her with his voice and words, now she craved them when they were alone, inside each other. He pulled once more, felt her feet kick as the panties came off finally. He pocketed them. They stepped out, the air warm in summer, her sundress cooler now, her legs hotter. The store was almost empty. A few students were sitting at the coffee bar, drinking and studying. Their quiet laughter buzzed in the café. When they entered the store they slid apart like many couples, each looking to find their own satisfaction. She walked idly, not really reading the titles that scrolled by. She loved the solemnity of a bookstore, the quiet way that one asked a question as if in a library. The coffee was great here also. She picked up a new novel that she had heard a review of, leaning against the stack as she flipped pages. She has started to lose herself in the first chapter when she could feel heat on her neck, his weight shifting behind her. His head poked over her shoulder, resting there. "Anything good?" he asked. "I can't tell yet, but it has my interest." She replied. She bit off the next words as his hand slid to her ass, cupping her cheeks, squeezing. "STOP" she said as quietly and forcefully as she could. "Stop? Me? Stop what honey?...this you mean?" His fingers slid under her hem, then inside her with practiced ease. She wet instantly when she felt him playing with her ass, but this, being fucked like this in a store with people? She trembled as she wanted him to stop, and go deeper, faster. "Please...no baby...no" she hissed. As quickly as he started, his fingers slipped out. He did trail them down her thigh, making her shiver at her own arousal. He kissed her neck lightly then went away, fingers tapping on book backs as he walked. She narrowed her eyes as he slithered off, sure that he had that smug grin on his face. She wanted him to come back and finish now that she was empty. She looked around then, nervous that she had been spotted. Her heart slowed down, realizing that she was safe, no one the wiser. She was in Gardening now, alone again. She was engrossed in a book on flowers when she felt him again. The same hand again sliding across her butt, then fingers darting inside, only now he pushed deep. As before she was wet at the first touch, but now it was hotter, more intense. She was not as nervous, and that first touch had started an itch in her. She wanted him to go farther. She bit her lip, tension growing as he simply placed them in her, not moving at all. He pretended to not notice her right foot sliding up and down her ankle, frustration building with each second of teasing. He loved watching how her knuckles got white as she gripped the book tightly. She would not give in and ask for it, not yet. He knew her body and responses, every muscle and nerve ending. From practice he could tell just by her breathing pattern that the one finger swirling inside was driving her mad. Her pride tried to keep her quiet, but the heat in her core won out. The groan that leaked from her was his prize for now. Before she could even protest he was gone again. When she saw him again he was in Transportation, a book on Zepplins seemingly engrossing him. 'God damn you fucker... come back, do it again' she thought. She tried to push it away, thought about planning her own teasing revenge when they got home. She knew him also, wanted to make him as hard as she was wet, then STOP. Tit for tat. She smiled at how he would look the sound of his begging of 'please, more, please', how she would remind him of her needs tonight. This time she never heard him till he spun her around, crushing his lips to hers quickly, pulling her into him. The touch she felt in her was raw, needy, pumping fast under her dress. She fell on his shoulder after the kiss broke, humping now as she felt a crest building. She felt his hard outline pressed against her thigh. 'At least he's as hot as I am' she thought. She pushed back as discreetly as she could, her breathing shallow, like she had forgotten how. 'Just there, yes…there, circles, just like that'. Then...,nothing. She almost screamed when he pulled out again, a few seconds from release. She wanted to slap the smile off his face, after she was through fucking him dry. She fumed when he pecked her lips, his feet almost skipping this time as they parted. She had been close, so close and now she wandered aisles of words like she was drugged. Nothing interested her except the throbbing between her legs. She glanced around to see again that no one was watching. Then she saw her. Long straight brown hair and a slim build. A mythology text gripped in her left hand. She was across the aisle again. She was sure that this girl had been near at his last maddening touch as well. She tried to look at her but the girl broke eye contact as soon as Lauren looked up. She felt herself blush crimson, sure now that she had been watched. That image hung in her mind, of this meek looking girl watching her hips move as her lover slid his fingers in and out. She wondered how much she had seen, how long had she been watching? Now it was a game of tag, only now with three players hiding in the aisles. In History he stood behind her again, his two fingers inside, then another from his free hand in her mouth. Satisfied he was wet enough it went in also, but in her ass. She felt her knees go weak at that, both tiny opening stretched as her hummed in her ear. He cooed at her, told her that she was his beauty, his baby, that after tonight she would never be able to come here without thinking about this. She considered that. When she was here in every section she would think that she could smell it, her sex, her scent. She would close her eyes, picture herself leaning over, ass out, wet fingers clinging inside as he played her. That image alone sent her reeling, knowing that others were going to stand right here, in this spot. They would hold books and conversations where just a few hours ago she had been fucked, never realizing it. She smiled and threw her hips at him harder, swiveling to corkscrew him in deeper, push her closer. In, out, in, out. A slow drumbeat that kept her on edge, but never set her free. She felt her chin was wet, realized that she had been panting too hard again. Her voyeur friend was in Biography, peering over the edge as slyly as she could, her eyes no longer looking away when they met. She started to revel in her singular audience. Once when he broke away again she walked past her friend, a wiggle evident when she turned. The girl blushed, realized that she had been spotted as well. Getting bolder she stood directly across the next time, staring openly as each woman swayed hips in time, one feeling a lover, the other wishing that she had the nerve to do it. Lauren wanted to sit with her for some reason, talk with her like an old friend, feeling like they were sharing in this somehow. Lauren was now in Short Fiction, an anthology of erotica in her hands. 'Bad choice' she thought, too close in subject to just stand here and read, too many images already fighting for space. She wondered what a writer would make of this moment, her game with him, her little friend's eyes watching. Both women waited for it to start again. He walked openly to her this time, no sneaking up. She held his eyes, daring him to do it again, finish this time. He had that silly smirk again. She loved it even as it irritated her. He simply pushed her back against the stack now, gliding inside again. She opened to him, her gaze darting to her companion. She watched the girl's mouth part, her lips shiny. She could tell that she was rubbing her own mound through her jeans, a silent partner in their ménage. He fucked her faster this time, wanting to make her come, feel her knees go out. She had her hand on the back of his neck holding on, just at the edge. Then she saw it, the girl's lips mouthing to her. She fought to concentrate, focus even as her mind fogged with swelling desire. She bit her lip again, then made out the words. "Do it…Come…Do it…Come … come… DO IT" was the silent message. That did it; she fell apart inside, her teeth biting her lip painfully as she stifled her scream. She buried her face in his chest, eyes wet as tears rolled down in release. He held her through the waves, stroking her hair, her back. He whispered 'Love you, thank you, baby, love you…' When she stopped shaking she asked him to go get the magazine she had wanted. She would meet him out front, she needed to go freshen up. She wound her way to the restroom, studying her face in the mirror. 'God, such a bad girl, a lovely wicked girl' she thought. Her makeup was a little runny, her hands shaking as she washed her face. The water was cool, the contrast to the heat between her legs wonderful. She heard a low moan from a stall. She went over softly, and looking down saw the girl's shoes, her jeans pooled at her ankles. Lauren leaned back against the sink, waiting for her to finish. When the girl came out she was startled to see she was not alone, her face red. Lauren walked to her, and without asking, and with no fear, kissed her cheek once, smiled at her, and walked out. She slid into the truck. She leaned over, kissing him as she grabbed his still hard cock through his jeans. They shook, giggling at what they had just done... She pulled away and leaned to his ear, "Paybacks gonna be a bitch baby." "Promise?" he asked.