Chapter 2: In the stacks
Maggie got to the library and checked the schedule. Finding she was to be at the front desk, she smiled and went in the bathroom to straighten herself up after her interlude with Liza. She touched up her makeup and brushed her hair, taking a moment to recall the delight Liza heaped on her just a few minutes earlier. She reached up and pinched her own nipples, then winked to herself as she made her way to the front desk.
Her three primary tasks at the front desk are to help people who need direction, check books out for patrons, and work through the return cart, putting books that have been returned back into the library system. She enjoyed being at the front desk, letting people see and admire the new her and interacting with them.
Just after she sat down behind the desk, Abby walks in. She appears to have just finished soccer practice, so her hair is limp and her makeup is gone. But Maggie doesn't care; she loves her sister slut no matter what she looks like. Abby bounces to the desk and leans over it, and Maggie gives her a slow soft kiss. Then she reaches up and moves Abby's sweaty bangs from her eyes.
Abby sticks her tongue out at Maggie, and Maggie chuckles. "Speaking of, Liza says 'hi'." Abby gawps for moment, then leans toward her. "You went to see Liza?" Maggie nods enthusiastically. Abby goes on, "Did you...?" Maggie winks to Abby. "Yes. Several times. She's so dominant." Abby chews her lip for a moment. "I would've liked to watch." Maggie studies her and then comes around the desk to give her a hard hug. "I know. But you do things with people when I'm not around, right? And you know I share what I can...."
Abby nods slowly. "I do know. You're a lovely sister slut. Just jealous." Maggie takes Abby's hand and squeezes it. "You know, if you told her that, she'd help you feel less jealous, if you follow my meaning."
Abby's eyes light up. "You think?" Maggie goes back around the desk. "I'm sure. She thinks you're fucking hot too." Abby licks her lips at the thought of being dominated by the powerful woman. "Maybe I should visit on my own sometime?" Maggie snickers as she nods. "Or we find a time when we both can go...." Abby grins lecherously. "I like that idea too."
Maggie settles back in her seat at the desk. Abby takes a deep breath. "Maggie-Moo, can I ask a favor?" Maggie grins at her. "Of course. But I'm not eating you out right now." Abby cackles. "That's okay. Umm, me and two of the girls on the soccer team are not doing well in calculus. I thought they could come to our room and study. Do you think you can help us when you get off of work?" Maggie pretends to consider the question, then blows Abby a kiss. "Of course, sister." Abby bounces on her toes and nods. "Awesome. See you soon!"
Maggie continues to smile as Abby turns on her toes and leaves the library. Maggie studies her ass as she leaves, trying not to think about how it feels under her hands or how it tastes. With a shiver she lowers her eyes to the stack of books on the desk needing processing.
The next hour is spent being a librarian, with Maggie's special touch. She chats with the patrons and flirts with some, men and women. As often as not, they flirt back, and Maggie takes note of the interesting ones. To the really interesting ones, she gives special attention: looking at them through her bangs, a slow lick of her lips, maybe a sliding touch of her fingers over their hands.
When the head librarian comes by, she first tells Maggie that she has been getting great comments from patrons who think she is just awesome. Maggie grins brightly and thinks the librarian for the compliments. Then the librarian says she has actually come around to give Maggie a quick break, say twenty minutes. Maggie thanks her and heads off to the bathroom.
When she exits the restroom, she finds Ethan and Oliver waiting for her. She smiles brightly and gives them both soft tonguing kisses. "Imagine seeing you guys here." Maggie purrs, looking at the two handsome friends in front of her. "I thought you both had classes in the afternoon."
"We did," Ethan says, his voice a low growl. He's tall and lean, with a mop of curly brown hair and eyes that seem to pierce right through her. "But we thought we'd skip them to give you a little surprise."
Oliver grins, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. He's shorter than Ethan, but just as muscular, with a shaved head and a tattoo of a phoenix on his neck. Maggie knows what that tattoo means, and it makes her wet. She knows that Oliver is dominant, that he likes to take control and push his partners to their limits.
Maggie licks her lips, her eyes flicking between the two men. She knows what they want, what they're here for. And she's more than ready to give it to them.
She leans in and whispers, "What's the surprise?"
Oliver's grin widens as he leans down to whisper in her ear, his breath hot and heavy, "We've got a room. And we thought you might like to come play with us."
Maggie's breath hitches at the thought, her body flooding with heat. She's been thinking about them, about how it feels to have them both at the same time. She's been craving it, aching for it. And now, here they are, offering it to her on a silver platter.
Maggie takes a deep breath, and with a wicked grin, she says, "Lead the way, boys. I'm ready to play."
Ethan and Oliver exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, with a nod, they start walking, their hands finding Maggie's and lacing their fingers together. They lead her down a quiet hallway, to a room at the end, away from the main areas of the library.
As soon as they're inside, the door closed behind them, Ethan and Oliver turn to face Maggie. Their eyes are dark with desire, their bodies tense with anticipation. Maggie studies them a moment, then says, "Here's the deal. We have fifteen minutes. At the end of that, I want to feel completely used. Understand?" Maggie asks, a wicked grin on her face. Ethan and Oliver nod, eager to fulfill her wishes. They waste no time, their hands moving to Maggie's body almost simultaneously. Ethan pulls her shirt off over her head, while Oliver unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down her hips. Maggie kicks off her shoes and steps out of her pants, standing before them in just her bra and panties.
"Fuck, Maggie," Ethan groans, his eyes roaming over her body. "You're so fucking sexy."
Maggie smiles, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Make me feel like a fucking slut." Maggie's voice is low and sultry, her eyes locked onto Ethan and Oliver.
Ethan growls, his hands gripping her hips as he pulls her against him. He leans down and captures her mouth in a brutal kiss, his teeth biting her lower lip before he soothes it with his tongue. Maggie moans into his mouth, her hands fisting his shirt as she kisses him back just as harshly.
Meanwhile, Oliver drops to his knees, his hands running up Maggie's thighs until he reaches the soaked crotch of her panties. He growls, his breath hot on her sensitive skin, "You're fucking wet, Maggie. You're going to love what I have in mind."
Maggie nods, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Yes, please. I want you both to fucking use me."
Ethan breaks their kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at Maggie. He unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and then tugs her panties down her legs until they join the pile of discarded clothing. Maggie steps out of them, standing naked before the two men.
Maggie does a shimmy for them and moves to a small table, laying atop it. She slowly spreads her legs and uses her fingers to show them her pink. Then she lowers her head until it hangs over the other end of the table, her mouth open and her tongue out. "See anything you want, boys?" Maggie asks, her voice thick with arousal as she spreads her legs wider, giving them a clear view of her glistening pussy.
Ethan and Oliver exchange a look, a silent agreement passing between them. Then, they move in unison, Ethan standing at her head, Oliver kneeling between her legs.
Ethan runs his fingers through Maggie's hair, gripping it tightly as he leans down and captures her mouth in a brutal kiss. Maggie moans into his mouth, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders as he devours her.
She can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, and it drives her wild. She wants everything.
Meanwhile, Oliver runs his hands up Maggie's thighs, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin there before dipping into her wetness. She gasps and bucks her hips, her body begging for more.
"Fuck, Maggie," Oliver groans, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking wet. I can't wait to taste you."
Maggie looks up at Ethan, her eyes filled with lust. "Please, Ethan. I want you to fuck my face. Make me choke on your cock." Maggie's voice is a sultry purr, her eyes locked onto Ethan's, her lips shining with wetness from their kiss. She licks her lips slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "I want to feel you fucking my throat, Ethan. I want you to use me like the little slut I am."
Ethan growls, his eyes darkening with desire. "Fuck, Maggie. You're so goddamn filthy. I love it." He undoes his belt and the button of his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his cock.
It springs out, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Maggie licks her lips, her eyes locked onto it, her body aching with need.
Ethan growls, his voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you want this cock." He taps the head on her upside-down mouth until she is able to catch it between her lips, then licking it slowly in her mouth.
"Mm, that's a good slut," he groans in approval. "Now, open up wide, baby girl. Time to choke on my fucking cock." Ethan doesn't wait, he slips his cock into Maggie's mouth, going deep until the head hits the back of her throat. Maggie gags slightly, but she holds him there, looking up into Ethan's eyes as a silent plea for more.
Oliver, in the meantime, wasn't wasting any time. He plunged two fingers into Maggie's pussy, curling them up towards her G-spot, making her shudder.
He moved his fingers slowly at first, letting her body adjust to the invasion. Her walls were so fucking tight, he could feel every pulse and ripple. Maggie's hips began to move with the rhythm of Oliver's fingers, her breath coming in quick gasps.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight, Maggie," Oliver growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to feel your pussy clenching around my cock."
Maggie's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth still full of Ethan's cock.
She was lost in the dual sensations of Oliver's fingers fucking her pussy and the gag reflex induced by Ethan's thick shaft. Ethan watched her face contort with pleasure and discomfort, his own cock throbbing with the sight. He held her head steady, his grip on her hair tightening as he began to thrust into her mouth.
"Fuck, Maggie, look at you," he growled. "You look like a fucking goddess with my cock down your throat. You make me so fucking hard."
Maggie moaned around his cock, her eyes watering from the invasion.
She felt a surge of pride knowing that she was making Ethan feel this way, that she was the one causing him so much pleasure. Oliver's fingers continued to work her pussy, his thumb now pressing against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
"That's it, Maggie," Oliver encouraged her, his voice thick with lust. "Fuck, you're so goddamn responsive.
Maggie's body was on fire, her senses overloaded with the dual sensations of Ethan's cock in her mouth and Oliver's fingers in her pussy. Then Oliver withdrew his fingers and unzipped his pants. Before Maggie could respond, Oliver's girthy cock, with its slight bend, was shoved balls deep in her receptive cunt. She moaned around Ethan's cock, pushing slowly deeper into her throat.
Ethan reaches down and grasps Maggie's nipples, twisting and tugging at them, using them as holds while he fucks her throat. Oliver meanwhile slaps her clit with an open hand, causing her body to arch, pain turning to hard pleasure in her core.
"Fuck yes, Maggie, take that cock like a delicious slut."
Maggie gurgles in response, the vibration adding to Ethan's pleasure. He looks down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and he begins to fuck her face in earnest. His hips move in powerful, swift thrusts, his cock going deep into her throat with each stroke. Maggie takes it all, her body adjusting to his size, her throat working to accommodate him.
Oliver, meanwhile, is fucking her pussy with long, hard strokes.
He can feel the heat of her, the tightness of her cunt wrapping around his cock. He looks down at her, taking in the sight of her lips stretched around Ethan's cock, her eyes watering from the invasion. "Fuck, Maggie," he groans, his voice thick with lust. "You are a goddamn goddess taking both our cocks. So fucking filthy."
Ethan and Oliver start to move in sync, their hips thrusting in opposite directions, their cocks filling Maggie's orifices completely. Maggie's body is being used like a fuck toy, and she loves every second of it. She can feel every inch of their cocks inside her, filling her up, stretching her to the limit.
"That's it, Maggie," Ethan grunts, his hips slamming into her face with brutal force. "Take that cock like the little slut you are."
Maggie gurgles around his cock, her body convulsing with pleasure. She loves the way he's using her, loves the way he's talking to her. She wants to please him, to show him just how much she loves it. She reaches up and grabs his hips, trying to pull him even deeper into her throat.
As Ethan tugs on her nipples, Oliver takes a firm grasp of her clit, twisting and tugging on it as he pounds her aching pussy, filling her with his cock over and over.
The room is filled with the sounds of their fucking; the wet slapping of skin against skin, the lewd squelching of Maggie’s juices against Oliver’s cock, and the muffled gagging sounds as Ethan’s cock fills her throat. Maggie is lost in the sensation, her mind swimming in a sea of pleasure. She can feel every inch of both men inside her, stretching her, filling her, owning her. She writhes and bucks her hips, meeting their thrusts with equal force, begging for more.
Ethan pulls out of her mouth with a pop, leaving Maggie gasping and coughing for breath.
He stands up straight and Maggie watches, her eyes wide and desperate, as he reaches down and strokes his glistening cock.
"You want this, Maggie?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to fuck your pretty little pussy with this big cock?"
Maggie nods eagerly, her body shaking with need. "Yes, Ethan. Please. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you deep inside me."
Oliver pulls out of her, his cock shiny with her juices. He walks to the table and lies down, his cock standing proudly at attention. He beckons Maggie to him with a crook of his finger. "Come here, Maggie," he says, his voice a low growl. "I want to watch you ride my cock."
Maggie scrambles, positioning herself over Oliver's throbbing cock. She lowers herself onto him slowly, her eyes locked onto his as she takes him inch by inch. He groans as she envelops him, her tight, wet heat surrounding him completely.
"Fuck, Maggie," he groans, his hands gripping her hips. "You feel so fucking good, baby girl. So tight and wet."
Maggie starts to move, her hips grinding against Oliver's as she rides him. She leans forward, her hands on his chest for support, and begins to grind against him, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every thrust. Ethan moves behind her, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. He leans down and presses a kiss to each one, then licks a slow line up her spine. Maggie moans and arches her back, pushing her ass out towards him.
Ethan takes the hint and presses the head of his cock against her entrance. He knows she's tight, knows she's going to feel like a fucking dream around his cock. He pushes in slowly, letting her adjust to his size, to the feeling of being filled by two men at once. Maggie moans, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxes and takes him deeper. Ethan groans, his hips stuttering as he feels her tight heat around him. "You feel so goddamn good, baby girl. So fucking tight and hot."
Oliver looks up at Ethan, his eyes dark with desire. "Fuck look at her, taking both of us like she was born to it." Ethan nods and slaps Maggie's ass. Maggie howls and fucks the two of them harder still, wanting their cum to fill her up.
She can already feel the orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, the pressure so intense she is certain she will explode. She doesn't care if she wakes the whole library, she doesn't care if anyone walks in on them. All she cares about is the feeling of these two cocks filling her completely, the heat of their bodies against her own, the taste of their sweat on her tongue.
Ethan wraps his arms around Maggie's waist and pulls her back against him, his pace quickening. He slaps her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. "You like that, don't you, little slut?
You like having two cocks inside you, don't you?" Ethan growls in her ear, his voice thick with lust. Maggie moans, her body writhing between the two men, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, I fucking love it," she pants, her body shivering with pleasure.
Ethan starts to thrust harder, his hips slapping against Maggie's ass with each stroke. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her pussy clench around Oliver's cock. She can feel the friction of his cockhead hitting her G-spot with each thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
Maggie's moans grow louder, her body trembling with the sensation. She can feel her orgasm building, the pressure so intense she feels like she's going to explode.
"Fuck, Maggie," Ethan grunts, his hips moving faster, harder. So tight and wet. I can feel your tight ass clenching around my cock."
Oliver groans beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Fuck, Maggie, you're milking my cock with that tight pussy of yours. I'm gonna come soon, baby girl. You want my cum inside you?" Oliver murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.
Maggie moans, her body convulsing with pleasure. Fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum inside me."
Ethan's thrusts become more frenzied, his hips slamming against Maggie's ass with swift, brutal force. You're so goddamn tight." Maggie raises her head and tilts it back, chanting to the rhythm the boys have established, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Oliver sees his opportunity and grabs handfuls of her breasts, squeezing hard. It only ratchets Maggie's pleasure higher.
Her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth open and panting like a dog in heat. Her body is a fucking machine, a whirring, wet, hot machine designed solely to take cock. Fucking. TAKING. Cock. She wants to be used. She wants to be fucked like a filthy, desperate slut. She wants to feel their thick cocks taking her, filling her, stretching her. She wants them to use her until she can't take it anymore, until she's a shivering, sweaty, satisfied mess.
Maggie's body convulses around the boys; the sensations overwhelming as she crosses into that sweet, dark place where everything is pleasure.
Maggie bites down hard on Oliver's shoulder, stifling her scream as her orgasm rips through her. Her body shakes and trembles as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, and she feels both cocks swell and pulse inside her.
Oliver groans, his hips stuttering as Maggie's pussy clamps down on him. "Fuck, Maggie, I'm coming," he growls, his voice thick with lust. Ethan cries out, "Me, too!" The two of them press as hard against her as they can, pumping jet after jet of their cum inside her. Maggie sags bonelessly on Oliver and cherishes the feeling of fullness and warmth from their cum.
Their hands explore her body, fingers tracing her breasts, her hips, her ass, as their cocks slowly soften and slip from her body. They shift to lie on their backs, Maggie sandwiched between them. Her body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat and their cum, a testament to their intense session.
She feels Ethan's lips press a soft kiss to her shoulder, his hand cupping her breast. Oliver's fingers gently stroke her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. Maggie feels cherished, adored, and utterly satisfied. She turns her head to smile at each of them, her eyes heavy with contentment.
"Oh fuck!", Maggie shouts. "I'm late!" She kisses both boys hard and jumps up to get dressed, grateful she wore jeans today. She staggers a little as she leaves the room, and the two boys watch her go. When she gets back to the circulation desk, she takes the librarian's seat and returns to her tasks, totally distracted by the feel of cum leaking from her cunt and ass. She sighs happily and does her best with the books until it is time for her to go back to her dorm.
As she packs up her things, the librarian returns to her and leans over her ear. She whispers, "You smell like sex...and it smells delicious, Maggie. If you need more time in your breaks let me know, okay, darling girl?" Maggie looks up at her with big eyes, but slowly she grins a filthy grin. The librarian leans closer and traces the curve of Maggie's ear with her tongue. "Or if you need help...I can arrange that too." She softly kisses Maggie's ear and walks away. Maggie notices the librarian's hips swaying and the librarian looking back over her shoulder.
Maggie takes a long slow breath, then scurries back to her dorm.