Ellen's lips cringed, but her tongue wiggled out. It was flooded over with warm jism seeping down from above. The breathy-voiced woman bunched astride Ellen's head gave a raptured cry.
"That's it! Eat me! Thrust your tongue deep. Don't mind the taste of Jim's cum. You'll get used to it after a couple of gulps."
Ellen's mind rebelled, but her body didn't want any more whipping. She thrust her tongue with grim determination. Letha's delighted wail shrilled loud and long.
"Ooooh, Jim! Thank you. You made her do it! She's eating me and sucking your cum!"
"I just don't believe it!" Jim watched entranced, his cock starting to twitch and throb.
"I'm going to return the favor by licking her hot and wet for you. She'll be ranting and raving and begging you to fuck her by the time your prick gets hard again."
"You'd better hurry then. Seeing my luscious wife get hot is giving me a hard on that won't quit!"
"Ooooh, yes! And she's going to love it, aren't you, Ellen?"
Letha bent down, trailing the long black hair of her wig across the woman's writhing groin. She pulled the pulsing artificial prick out of Ellen's densely haired pussy. The buzzing in her ass stopped. Ellen heaved a sigh of relief.
But then warm lips sealed and sucked on the whipped bud of Ellen's clit and her body convulsed into tremors of joy she could not have imagined before. Her frenzied thrashing bent the exposed end of the dildo and started it humming in her ass again.
"Ooooh, God! I do like what you're doing to me!" Ellen sobbed. "You're turning me into a shameless wanton just like you!"
"You'll need a lot of practice to be like her," Jim said. "Her pussy knows every trick in the book!"
"Yes, it does," Letha said. Reading was part of a librarian's job, but she liked field research a lot better. She bored into Ellen's begging wet cunt with her tongue, then reared back and clamped her own hot cunt on Ellen's gaping mouth.
"Ooooh!" Ellen purred, getting used to the musky, salt-sweet taste. The woman's silky soft black cunt hair teased and tantalized Ellen's lips. It felt sensuously luxurious, like mink. Ellen hungrily dug her tongue into the wet, burning cunt and sucked on its puffed lips with all her might. Letha shrilled ecstatically. It felt like her eyes were being sucked back into her skull.
"Oh, Ellen! For a frigid wife who didn't taste cunt until tonight, you sure catch on fast!"
"I've got to make you cum and cum hard so you'll leave my husband to me!"
"That's the spirit! Make me cum before you do and I'll let you have him. He's working up another great boner that's going to drive one of us absolutely wild!"
"I want it!" Ellen snarled. "I'm going to whip your clit harder than he whipped mine!"
"Hhhooo, yes… what a tingly hot tongue you have! But yours is already whiplashed to the point of orgasm. You're going to cum first and climax all over my face!"
"No, your vicious mink cunt is going to cum all over my mouth. Your contractions are going to fill my mouth with Jim's tasty jism. Then he's going to fill my cunt and forget you ever lived. I watched all the clever ways you whirled your ass around to delight him. I can do those things as well as you. Maybe better! I have the tight cunt of a faithful wife… not the sloppy wet cunt of a whore!"
"You bitch!" Letha snarled, restraining a smile. She had Ellen going now and knew that she would give Jim Carver the great fuck he'd been waiting all his married life for.
"Your cunt is only so tight because it doesn't know what to do. You weren't even worth fucking until the Phantom got hold of you."
"Jim's cock is mine!" Ellen wailed. "You might have me bound hand and foot, but I'm going to bite your clit off and leave your pussy as cold and dead as mine used to be."
Letha screamed. The woman had really chomped down on her tender bud. Shocks like searing hot lightning bolts stabbed into her cum-filled pussy and made it gush like an oversized cock slit.
Ellen kept her teeth clenched, but spread her lips wide to suck in cum with her gulping breath. It gave her the wild look of a rabid dog. Her mouth foamed with silver-white froth and she still wouldn't release the Phantom's trapped clit. She lashed it with her tongue, back and forth, up and down. Letha screamed and howled, climaxing not once but three times on Ellen's face.
"Enough?" Ellen asked.
"Yes… oooh, God yes! Eat my cunt, but don't bite it off!"
Letha's sensitive bud of nerve ends had never been so ravaged before, her climaxes with another woman, never so intense. She had used fear and pain to inspire the once-frigid wife, now it was being used back on her.
"Please, I'll leave! Just let me go! God, you've made me climax three times already! You win… I know how much you want Jim's cock, and he does too!"
Ellen enjoyed her swelling sense of power. It didn't matter that she was bound spread-eagled on her bed. With a cry, she let Letha go.
Letha's clit was nipped bloody, sucked viciously hard and tongue-flailed to a fourth great climax that left her knees so weak she staggered home like a weary old drunk. She had to pause and rest several times, leaning against a shadowed wall.
Jim Carver was balling his wife's brains out by the time Letha had collected her things. Ellen was screaming joyously, bucking her hips and wiggling her finger up her ass.
"You're going to cum and cum again," she groaned as Letha went out the door into darkness. "You're going to give me more jism than you gave her if it takes us all night!"
At home, Letha tumbled into bed with a delighted sigh. She didn't have strength enough left to remove her bizarre costume. She threw herself down with her high, black cavalier boots on and fell asleep wondering if the lewd Phantom would ever find courage to strike again.
CHAPTER FOUR
At the branch library's check-out desk the next morning, Letha's pale-brown eyes looked dazed behind the glasses she had to wear for close work. The head librarian looked askance at her condition.
"I hope you weren't dissipating yourself last night," she said sternly. "The reading public deserves our best efforts, you know."
"Dissipating myself? Oh, no! Serving our library patrons is my only real pleasure."
The tight-lipped, silver-haired bitch cast Letha a doubting glance and stalked away – no doubt to watch her from some hidden vantage point.
It was hard for Letha not to smile more than was allowed. After some rest and a chance for her sharply nibbled clit to cool, she felt the lingering aftershocks of orgasm, first with Jim Carver and then with his bound wife. It had been fun, and the lonely widow, stuck all day behind a dreary check-out desk, knew that she must soon venture into the night again. Her restless pussy had been pleased but not satisfied. Not by a long shot!
Her efforts to appear calm and efficient became more difficult when Ellen Carver came in to return an armful of religious books.
"These aren't due yet, but would you please check them off. I'm up to my limit on the number I can have out at one time, and I need some new books today."
"Of course," Letha said, straining to use her official voice. "I'll check these in now and you can take out any other six books you desire."
Letha felt a chill. Was it just her imagination, or was Ellen Carver looking at her with knowing dark eyes? Her heart leaped into her throat when the woman asked, "Don't I know you?"
"Er, well… I have worked behind this desk almost three years, and you are a regular patron."
"I mean somewhere else. The country club? A charity ball perhaps?"
Letha had to clench her teeth to keep from laughing out loud.
"I don't think so," she said tersely. "Nobody gets into the country club or attends charity balls on a librarian's salary."
"I suppose not." Ellen Carver leaned forward and whispered confidentially, "Do you have any good books on sex?"