Miss Childress shook her head.
"Well, okay, asshole, then I'll call the management and tell them there's a pervert in here," the showgirl threatened.
Miss Childress was horrified.
The showgirl didn't know how true that was! What if they carted her off to jail and discovered that she was in drag? They would certainly get the wrong idea about her motives. They would think that she was a dirty old lesbian.
How would she ever be able to explain that she was anything but, that her male masquerade was designed strictly so that she could get a look at a multitude of cocks? Even if they believed her, it was probably ever bit as illegal as being a traditional transvestite. How in hell could she get out of this situation? She saw that the showgirl was slightly intoxicated and not in the mood to be reasoned with.
She was in the mood to get sucked, instead. Now that blonde bombshell had lifted her skirt and tugged her panties down, displaying the golden glory of her groin. Her pubic hair was a mane of thick curls. She tilted her pelvis forward and parted her lush thighs. Her cunt was open and wet. Smiling, she lovingly drew her hand along her crotch and her cunt lips unfurled further, the pussy hole already filled with the juices of lust.
Miss Childress stared at the showgirl's cunt. "C'mon, Buster, eat me out," urged the blonde.
Miss Childress had never before considered sucking a cunt. She loved cocks and she had always been strictly heterosexual. But now she had to admit that the showgirl's juicy pussy did look rather delicious. And what choice did she have, really? If she refused to do it, the woman was going to report her to the management. It seemed that Miss Childress had no options. She was going to have to eat that cunt!
As soon as she resigned herself to the fact, Miss Childress found that the idea was not at all unpleasant, that the prospect was exciting, rather than disconcerting. Dressed as a woman, she would never have done it, but in her disguise as a man – well, who would ever know? She could suck that sweet-looking cunt as much as the showgirl wanted – and the fact that she had committed a deviant act would never be revealed to the world.
She smiled timidly.
"Well, all right," she whispered.
"That's better," the showgirl said.
Miss Childress slowly sank to her knees before the blonde. The showgirl was grinning in anticipation and Miss Childress, too, was looking forward to this new experience with pleasant expectations. She licked her lips. The showgirl thrust her hips forward, her sleek thighs parting pound the librarian's face and her creamy cunt jamming in.
Miss. Childress hesitated for a moment.
Then she buried her head in that soaking crotch and began to gobble her first cunt with relish.
From the very first taste, Miss Childress realized that cunt-sucking was an enjoyable task!
It startled her to realize that she adored doing it.
She ran her tongue up the girl's pussy with long, moist slurps. She licked and sucked on the stiff clit. She stabbed up the hole as far as her tongue would reach. Although this was her first time, she seemed to know just how to do it, as if cunt-sucking were the most natural thing in the world, the sort of thing that a girl just knew how to do automatically, without any need for experience or practice.
And she realized that she was getting as much pleasure as the showgirl was, that her hot tongue was tingling just as much as the stiff clit she was licking, and that she was going to have an orgasm merely by sucking the woman off!
Miss Childress cupped the showgirl's hips in her hands and tilted her head back, slurping on that flowing pussy. The showgirl began to twitch. Her hips jolted as if she were on stage, doing her sensual routine before an audience. Her gently rounded belly churned against Miss Childress' brow and her thighs clamped around the librarian's cheeks as she worked her foaming cunt against that eagerly sucking mouth and stabbing tongue.
"Come – come – come!" Miss Childress moaned.
Now that she knew the joy of sucking pussy, she was eager to know what it was like to have a woman cream in her mouth. She was sucking with such vigor now that her head was bobbing up and down violently and her fedora fell off.
The showgirl gasped, staring.
Miss Childress looked up, frightened that she had been discovered but her mouth was still clamped on that sucking cunt like a limpet to a mossy rock. She was terrified that the showgirl would reject her, now that her sex was known – that not only would she be arrested and exposed, but that she was not going to know the joy of having the blonde come on her tongue.
The big blonde had been shocked and amazed when the falling fedora had revealed her oral lover to be a girl.
But then the surprised faded from her face and she smiled.
"Well, I'll be damned!" she said.
Miss Childress wanted desperately to explain that she was not a lesbian, but that she had been forced by circumstances into this act – but she didn't want to remove her mouth from the showgirl's cunt long enough to offer an explanation.
Then it wasn't necessary.
"Keep right on sucking, honey," said the showgirl.
Miss Childress kept sucking and the showgirl, far from being put off, responded with even more vigor as she worked her frothy cunt around in the librarian's upturned face.
"Suck-suck-suck," panted the show girl.
"Come – come – come…" whimpered the cunt-hungry librarian.
Then, with a wail and a moan, the blonde bombshell creamed and Miss Childress found herself gobbling up mouthfuls of sweet cunt juice and swallowing the delicious stuff down, discovering that making a woman come with her mouth was a wonderful experience.
She was happy, when, afterwards, the showgirl went down on her and sucked her off, as well.
A new dimension had been added to Miss Childress' life.
Julia Childress still adored cocks – and plenty of them – but every once in a while she got the urge to do some cunt-sucking and found that there were any number of sexy girls who were only too pleased to spread their legs for a librarian's tongue.
Sometimes, wearing her disguise, she pretended that she was a man when she went down on them and at other times, dressed as a woman, she pretended she was a lesbian. But it was only a pretense, she assured herself. Miss Childress was no lesbian.
She just happened to like sucking cunt.
And so it was that Miss Childress silently advanced to the back of the library, following the slurping sounds of a blow job in process…
CHAPTER TEN
Jennifer was using only her tongue, at first, when she began giving head for the first time.
Claude was humping and thrusting, trying to get his prick into her mouth, but she was enjoying licking it, and in no great hurry to move on to the next stage. As he pushed the fat cock into her face, she tilted her head, so that it ran along her cheek instead of into her mouth. Then, as he drew back, she fluttered hot tongue on his cock shaft and laved the head again.
His big, purple cock head was slathered with her saliva and dripping steadily from the tip now, so that his jism was blending with her spit. She tongued down to his balls and lapped at his hairy cum-sac with relish, then licked back up to the flaring cock-knob.
His prick was so hot it burned her tongue.
Claude was growling and snarling like a wild animal, his haunches jolting and his legs trembling.
The flow from his cock head was getting heavier.
As much as she was enjoying tonguing his meat, Jennifer realized that it was time to start sucking on it because she didn't want him to shoot his delicious load before she had taken his cock into her mouth. She was dying to drink his joy juice.