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Librarian and the Biker
By
Jan
Martha stood just inside the front door to the library at University of Southern California at Los Angles (UCLA). She took in the smell of the books and the freshly varnished wood and it made her feel at home. It was a comforting feeling to start another day at the job she loved. She had a Doctorates degree in library science and had been working at this college library for more years than she cared to remember. She was as comfortable among her cherished, state owned books as any private collector among their possessions.
She had worked there so long that when any student came looking for a specific book or periodical she knew which professor or instructor had sent them on the quest. She could point them to the proper rack without resorting to her directory.
Most of the students hardly took note her. She was a fixture like the lamps on the reading tables. Her hair had changed from brunet to salt and pepper gray over the years. She had lost her slim youthful figure years ago. Now her waist was about the same diameter as her posterior. Her breasts had enlarged an equal amount and now resembled two soft pillows. She always dressed very conservatively. The weather of southern California prevented her from dressing in wool tweed suits so her outerwear was more like that of a secretary for a Southern Baptist Evangelical Missionary. Lace collars and sleeves down to the wrists, hem lines low enough to please a nunnery and simple, flat pumps on her feet. She presided over her domain from behind her gold rimed glasses worn low on the bridge of her nose.
Sex for Martha had become an infrequent event at least sex with a partner. She did masturbate whenever she felt the need for sexual release.
While there were no men in her life she had been involved in a couple of lesbian experiences. Her faculty advisor for her doctorial thesis had been her first sexual partner. The woman was very adept at bringing young women out and she taught Martha that this was her destiny.
Shortly after Martha was selected to become the head of the library at UCLA she hired a nice looking girl with a Netherlands bloodline named Heather. The girl had long blond hair that cascaded down her back. She was very attractive even though she did not use makeup. She did wear long skirts but her light summer sweaters showed off her bosom very nicely. The two women became lovers in a short time.
Heather and Martha slowly developed a lasting friendship that was comfortable if not joyously erotic. They did not make a big deal about it. They just got to a place where they were more friends than anything. If they were in the mood they were not opposed to spending the night with each other satisfying one another's lust.
The other student librarians would never suspect that they did anything more that drink tea with each other. Only a very astute person would ever pick up on the look they occasionally gave each other.
Because of the academic demands the library never closes. The graduate students have keys to small offices that they practically live in; however, even Martha had to go home sometime. There were plenty of other librarians to look after the place. One evening as they were closing their desks and turning the place over to the late shift Heather invited Martha to join her for a drink in Hollywood.
Martha was not one to frequent bars. She was neither in nor out of the closet. She lived a life of non sexuality for the most part. She tried to dismiss Heather as politely as possible but she was persistent. She finally agreed to accompany her to the place Heather wanted to visit.
They crossed the campus on the concrete path that dissected the expanse of lawn to the factuality parking lot. Martha was very conservative in her taste in cars as well. She drove a ten year old Honda Civic. It was a simple basic automobile, nothing fancy. It was in good shape other than the normal chipped paint from collisions with other car doors in the parking lot.
Normally Martha would have driven west to Santa Monica and her modest little home built sometime during the twenties for a quiet dinner and a book to read before bedtime. The structure had been remolded a couple of times before she bought it so, being the traditionalist that she was, she spent a lot of time researching what it had looked like in its better days and slowly resorted it to its former glory down to the original color scheme.
Tonight however, they headed east on Sunset Boulevard. They made a turn south to Santa Monica Boulevard and when Heather told her to do so she turned into a driveway. There was a small parking lot in back. They entered from the rear of the establishment and found a booth to settle into.
Martha was a little apprehensive that someone from school might see her but figured that it would be unlikely that anyone that knew her would be in such a place.
Heather's bottom had barely touched the vinyl seat when she popped up and went straight to the bar and ordered two Jack Frost mixed drinks. Upon her return they sat there taking in the action while sipping their drinks.
Martha felt uncomfortable as she scanned the room. Most of the women were so obviously gay. She saw a number of women that looked more male than female dancing with women that were obviously their dates. There was even a mix of black and white women gathered together in one group.
The stale odor of alcohol and cigarette smoke made it difficult for her to breath. The smoke was so thick that the room had a cloud of gray near the ceiling. She soon wanted to get out of there and go home.
She was just about to tell Heather of her desire to leave when a woman placed her hand on Heather's shoulder and ask her if she would like to dance. Heather sat her drink down and excused herself before Martha could plead with her to let them get out of there.
She watched as the woman led Heather to the dance floor and they slowly dance to the music coming from the jukebox. The woman was talking to Heather and her hand was resting on her buttocks. As they moved around the floor her fingers began kneading the flesh of Heather's well rounded ass. Despite her self Martha could not help but feel a tinge of jealousy.
She was so intent on keeping an eye on the woman dancing with Heather that she resented it when another woman blocked her view of the dance floor. She tried to change her view by sitting back in the booth before she realized that the woman was asking her if she could join her.
"Sure." She said, without even looking up at her.
When the stranger sat in the booth and moved around so that she was next to Martha she finally took her first real look at her. She was a woman of some size. The color of her skin suggested that she was probably part Hispanic. Her short cropped hair was died a reddish orange and pulled back into what might qualify as a ponytail but her hair was no more than a handful beyond the bands that gathered it. Her face was wide and pitted with scars from past acne. She was a heavy set woman with thick thighs and arms. She had on an old motorcycle jacket whose seams were scuffed enough that it looked grayer than black. There were some patches on it that must have meant something to the wearer but Martha did not have a clue. The jacket was unzipped and she could see a red tank-top beneath, that was filled with breasts heavy enough to pull the shoulder straps down. She also saw a tattoo of a red rose with a green stem on the inside of her left breast. It was deep in the cleavage.
The woman smelled of cigarette smoke and an unfamiliar body odor. Martha found the aroma repulsive. She wanted to move away from her but didn't know but how to do it without offending her. She didn't appear to be more that thirty years old. Just the same she looked like she would be a vicious fighter. The scars on her face and hands attested to fights won and lost. She felt it prudent not to offend her.
"What's your name honey?" She asked
"Martha!" she said.
The woman held out a hand to shake and said, "My name is Charley,"
Martha took her hand and not surprisingly found it to be a strong grip. Then the woman went on to say, "I think April likes your friend. If I know April she will get in your friend's pants before the night is over." She nodded her head in the direction of the dance floor.
Martha took a look towards the floor and saw the woman kiss Heather on the mouth as both of her hands now caressed the bottom of her sometime lover.
There was no hiding the jealousy she felt after seeing that. Charley sensed it and tried to make light of it. "Don't get pissed Dearie, it will be alright."
When the music ended the dancers returned to the booth and the two of them squeezed in next to her, forcing Martha to move even closer to Charley.
Heather was going on about wanting to see the home of her new friend April. She asked Martha if she minded if she went home with her.
Martha could hardly deny her request. After all she had no claims on her anymore. She was forced to say, "By all means run along. April you will see that Heather gets home in order to make it to work on time won't you?"
That brought some chuckles from everyone at the table. When the two of them headed for the door Martha said to Charley, "Please excuse me?" She made a move to slide the long way around the booth but Charley placed her hand on her leg.
"Why don't you stay for awhile? You might find it interesting."
Martha said, "It was Heather's idea to stop in here tonight. I don't belong here. I just want to go home and get some rest."
"I was hoping that we were going to become better acquainted." With that she pulled Martha back around the booth on the vinyl seat. Martha felt how strong she was and it made her both uneasy and excited at the same time.
Charley said, "I would invite you to come home with me at this point but you probably don't feel safe doing that. So why don't I just follow you home and spend the night with you."
Martha had to admit that there was something exciting about this situation but she was not sure that allowing her to follow her home would be wise. After all she would know where she lived then. She tried to brush her off but Charley would not take no for an answer. She had her sights set on Martha and she intended to wear her down if needs be.
Charley said, "Why not make it a simple date for a drink. No hanky panky. Unless you change your mind?"
Acting against her better judgment Martha relented and said, "OK! You can follow me home. But just for a drink."
As they got out of the booth and Martha saw Charley's pants for the first time. They were full leather pants that were tight enough to be a second layer of skin. They were just as old as the jacket and the thighs were greasy from hands being wiped on them. She had on heavy boots with thick soles.
" MY GOD she thought. What am I getting into?"
They headed for the back door and Martha went right for her Honda. Charley closed the door and headed to the far end of the lot. Martha started her car and backed out. She headed for the driveway and waited for the sight of headlights to tell her that a car was behind her. Then she heard the noise of a loud engine and saw a single headlight. By the way the light vibrated Martha could tell it was a motorcycle. She didn't know anything about bikes or what they were. All she knew was this one sounded loud.
She pulled out onto the road and headed west. She didn't drive fast to begin with so Charley had no problem following her. The old home had a view of the ocean when it was built because it was on a tierce that would have allowed her to see the water a half-mile away. Now however the view was blocked by the row of multi storied apartments built facing her home.
She pulled into her driveway and parked her car. She was sure the neighbors were looking out of their windows to see who was driving such a loud car this late at night. Charley followed her to the front of the house and stood back to allow her to open the door.
Martha got a quick look at the bike parked behind her car. It looked like something out of a bad movie. No front finder, a little gas tank, and seat no bigger that a bicycle's and handlebars so high that she didn't see how Charley could see over them. There was a lot of chrome too. She could only assume that it was what they called a Harley-Davidson Chopper.
When they were inside she offered to hang Charley's jacket up in the hall closet and get her a drink. She apologized because she didn't have anything in the house but a couple of bottles of table wine.
Charley figured what the hell a little red wine might loosen Martha up. She unzipped the sleeves of her jacket then unbuckled the belt at the waist before pulling the zipper down. She shrugged her shoulders and pulled the jacket off and handed it to Martha. Martha could not believe what she saw when Charley bared her arms. They were covered with tattoos.
She put her arm around Martha's waist and guided her in the direction of the open door to the kitchen. Martha opened the fridge door and pulled out two bottles and held both of them up for Charley to chose from. Charley took the red wine and looked at the label as if she had any idea what a good bottle of wine would look like.
As she turned away Martha got a look at her wide back and saw the hint of more tattoos. She wondered what on earth could posses anyone to mark up their body like that. They returned to the sitting room and Martha poured two glasses of wine in a couple of delicate glasses and handed one to Charley.
Charley was smart enough to wait for Martha to take a sip first. If it had been her she would have swallowed a mouthful right off. Charley took a sip too. But she could not play the lady very long. She took a big mouthful and swallowed it before placing the glass on the cocktail table. Then she put her hand behind Martha's neck and turned her head towards her and kissed her on the mouth.
Martha could not taste the wine because she had taken a sip too but the taste of cigarettes was strong. She didn't like the taste but her repulsion passed quickly. She had never been kissed like this before. It was so demanding that she didn't have a choice in the matter and the feel of being forced appealed to her.
Over Martha's mild protest, Charley kissed her again as she unbuttoned the neck of Martha's high necked dress and the rest of the buttons including the sleeves so she could pull it off her shoulders. Martha sat there afraid to move or object. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. The top of the dress was pulled down to her waist. She had on a full slip but Charley simply pulled the shoulder straps down and forced the slip to her waist as well. Then Charley sat back and looked at the double F sized breasts as poor Martha sat motionless, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. The younger woman cupped the bra in her hand and hefted it like they were full bags of rice before she reached behind Martha and unhooked the band. As the tits fell free Charley marveled at the size of them. They had not looked that large when she was dressed.
She tweaked the nipples and watched the older woman's response. Martha felt like a fool sitting there half naked but having her nipples pulled and played with by this uncultured bitch of a woman was exciting and she did nothing to stop her.
Charley bent over and lifted one bag in order to suck on a nipple for a while. She wanted to feel under the dress while she chewed on the nipple but the damned thing was to long. She told Martha to stand up in order to pull the garment to the floor. Martha obeyed and when the slip clung to her body she tugged at it in order to get to fall off her as well. While they were still standing Charley instructed Martha to remove her panties, which she did without delay.
What an unseemly sight this must have been a matronly woman in her own home standing naked along side a fully dressed young biker dyke.
Charley took a long look at Martha's body standing there, her huge tits hanging down freely. Her belly flab clearly visible even though she was doing her best to hold her stomach muscles tight. Her buttocks rippled with signs of her sedate life style. Her vagina nestled in a patch of graying, untrimmed pubic hair that was no longer as thick as it was when she was younger. Charley knew how vulnerable this woman was and she liked what she saw. She was eager to seduce her and claim her for her own.
When she sat back down Charley figured it was about time to get undressed. She faced Martha as she pulled the tank- top over her head exposing the naked upper body beneath.
Martha was flabbergasted when she saw the tattoo. It was the head of a rattlesnake with the mouth around the nipple of her right breast. The body of the snake wrapped around her torso and vanished into her pants on her left hip.
Charley unbuckled the wide belt with a metal eagle buckle and unbuttoned the top of the pants. She pulled down the zipper with her right hand. She had to sit down to pull her boots off. The odor from her socks was strong. It was a mix of boot oil, leather and sweat.
Then she stood up and removed her leather pants. The things were so tight they had to be pulled and tugged at in order to get them down. They were old and soft. They came down quickly from years of practice removing them and others like them. Beneath them Charley wore white cotton panties that were stained at the crotch from the black die in the leather. It left them slightly gray.
Martha was stunned at the rest of the tattoo. It looked very much as though the snake was crawling out of her pubic hair. She found the sight both repulsive and fascinating at the same time. She had never met a woman like her before. She was frightened by her and yet she was powerless to resist her.
On the other hand Charley was drawn to this prim and proper older woman. She reminded her of her mother that had rejected her when she announces that she was a lesbian. She had left her hometown in the south because they didn't look kindly on butch dikes. She moved to California to be with women that would not reject her.
Now she stood in front of Martha, placed her hands on the back of her head and pulled her face close to her crotch. Martha got a strong whiff of the smell of Charley's cunt. It smelled of leather and urine along with the natural odor of a woman's cunt. Before she could respond to her feelings Charley ground her cunt into Martha's face. "Come on woman you know you want to eat my cunt."
Martha was captivated. Heather would always apologize if she had not washed her cunt before having sex with Martha. Now she was being forced to mouth the nastiest pussy she had ever smelled. For a reason she could not understand she was thrilled at being forced to rub her face in the coarse pubic hair of this crude woman. She gave up control and allowed Charley to do anything she wanted to her.
Charley laid her on her back right on the sofa and mounted her in a 69. She attacked Martha's pussy as if she were paying back her mother for all of the years of rejection.
Martha tried to keep up with Charley and came to an explosive climax when Charley tickled her asshole with her finger. Martha lay there looking up into the spread cheeks of a lesbian dyke. Her gaping cunt and hair ringed rectum were clearly visible right beyond her nose. She could not get over the idea that she was sucking the pussy and licking the ass hole of a woman with a tattoo of a rattlesnake crawling out of her pussy. The climax that resulted was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Suddenly her nipples were alive and her cunt was pulsing. Her whole body quivered and she thrust her pelvis up in order to get the tongue that was in her even deeper.
When they both had quieted down they sat next to each other and told one another about themselves. Martha told her about her job and where she worked and Charley told her about the job she had in a machine shop milling aluminum motorcycle parts. That explained why she always smells of machine oil. She told how it managed to just seem to soak into every pour of her body.
They talked this way for quite a while. Charley finally said that she had better leave or she would not make it to work in the morning. She got dressed as Martha watched. Martha instinctually reached for her dress and held it in front of her naked body. They kissed at the door and Charley told Martha "You're a good fuck bitch. I'm going to want a lot more of you."
She listened to the rumble of the bike fade off in the distance before she gathered up her clothes and went to her bedroom. Her natural sense of order required that she hang her clothes and deposit the underclothes in the hamper before she put on her nightgown and retire for the night. She drifted off to sleep with visions of her dyke lovers spread ass in her mind.
The next afternoon Heather was whispering in her ear asking what happened after she left last night. Martha did not want to say anything. She put her off until later. They did slip out of the library long enough to have dinner in the cafeteria before finishing the evening shift.
When they were back at their desks Martha was busy with the mundane task of dealing with the request for books that were in other libraries scattered around the country when she caught the sight of someone standing in front of her desk. It was Charley dressed just as she had been last night. Martha reacted just as she had a million times.
"May I help you?"
"I was looking for articles on motorcycles?"
"Do you have a specific category you would like to look up?"
"Well I was looking for female Harley clubs."
Martha typed in the relevant words and did a search. The result was rather large but she did a print. She gathered up the paper when the printer stopped. She asked heather to take the desk for her while she helped this lady.
She asked Charley to follow her and she led her to a staircase that led them down into the basement of the building where the periodicals were located. She led her through the stacks until she came to a selection of magazines. She looked for the year on the earliest reference and pulled the cardboard box down. She led Charley to the nearest reference table and turned on the light. She showed Charley how to find the first reference so that she could look up the rest.
Charley looked around and saw that the area was almost empty and they were well out of sight of anyone on the floor. She put her hand on the back of Martha's neck and turned her head towards her and kissed her on the mouth. Her tongue slid between Martha's lips and wiggled and twisted around inside.
Martha was startled and looked around to see if anyone had seen the kiss. She whispered, "You should not be doing that here."
Charley, "I don't give a fuck if anyone sees me kissing you." With that she placed her hand between Martha's legs and forced the material of her dress into her vulva. She stroked her finger in until she could feel Martha's clit and started masturbating her quickly.
Martha tried to grab her wrist and pull it away but Charley was to strong for her. Before long Martha was responding to her efforts and started to build to a climax. She backed up against a table and offered herself to her lover's fingers. When she came she bit her lip until she could not stand it anymore and placed her mouth over Charley's and kissed her to muffle her moans. "Oh Charley you make me feel so wonderful. I want your mouth on my cunt the way it was last night."
Charley unbuckled her belt and unfastened her leather jeans. She took hold of Martha's hand and stuffed it into her underpants. "Finger my cunt now or I'll yell for everyone to hear that you're my bitch." Martha kept looking around to see if anyone was coming as she forced her fingers into Charley's pussy and masturbate her until she came on her hand. Charley refastened up her pants and gave Martha another kiss. "What time do you get off work tonight?"
Martha said, "I get off at eight tonight."
Charley, "Would you like me to meet you at your home?"
Martha, "Oh yes Please."
Charley, "I will be there. In the mean time I will continue to do a little research here."
Martha straightened up her dress and returned upstairs. Heather came over to her and whispered into her ear, "What happened?"
In answer to the question Martha stuck out her hand under Heather's nose. Heather took one whiff of her fingers and knew that had been going on. She also noticed the wet spot on the front of Martha's dress. When she pointed it out Martha she sat down at her desk to hide it until it dried.
Heather wanted to know everything. Martha would only tell her that she was seeing Charley after work tonight. They returned to their respective work and if it were not for the stiff sport on the front of her dress Martha could almost convince herself that it had all been a dream. When her replacement came in Martha was afraid to even check to see if Charley was still in the periodicals section. She quietly gathered up her belongings and headed for home after saying good night to Heather and the other Liberians.
She parked her car in the driveway and entered her home. She half expected to see Charley parked in her driveway. She shrugged off the disappointment as she went about tiding up her home before planning what she was going to make for dinner. Then she heard the rumbling sound of the motorcycle pulling into her driveway.
She went to the door with a pounding in her heart and a lump in her throat. Charley set her side stand and swung her leg over the bike and bounded up the front steps and across the covered porch. She hugged Martha right at the front door.
Martha may have been concerned for what her neighbors were thinking. She had a mental picture of her neighbors looking out their windows to see who had just arrived on the block on such a loud motorcycle and seeing this rough looking woman hugging her.
After all, she enjoyed her image of her being the prim and proper spinster. No one in the neighborhood even noticed her presence. She was just the nice little old lady that lived in the older home on the block that was changing into modern condos.
When the door was safety closed she returned Charley's hug. Then she noticed the unmistakable smell of Chinese cooking. Charley had a bag in hand full of boxed Chinese dinner for the two of them.
She led her to the kitchen and dinning area and got dinner settings for the two of them and a bottle of wine and glasses. They had an enjoyable dinner and she gathered up the dished to wash them just as she would have done any night but Charley stopped her from washing them and dragged her to the bedroom.
Martha tried to protest leaving dishes to soak in the sink. Charley shut her up with a demanding kiss on the mouth. Then Charley undressed her and forced her to sit on the bed as she stripped off her smelly leathers. When she was naked Martha thought she was going to join her on the bed but Charley turned her back towards her and retrieved an object from her jacket and strapped it around her waist. Then she put her leather chaps back around her waist and zipped her legs into the tight leather. From the back Martha was looking at her white bottom sticking out of the tight black leather. It was a sight that made Martha tingle with anticipation.
When Charley turned around Martha saw the large rubber dildo sticking out menacingly. The cock like shaft bounced up and down as Charley approached her. For the first time Martha felt intimidated by the figure before her. Martha had very limited experience with penetration. Her hymen had been broken by a hairbrush handle in the hand of her first lover and she had once in a while inserted a small carrot into her cunt while masturbating. Other than that the valley beyond her opening was pretty much unexplored territory.
Charley placed her hand around the shaft of the dildo and swung it up and down as if to say I'm going to fuck you with this tool. She made Martha open her mouth and take as much of the rubber cock as she could inside. "Suck it like a whore Martha. Show me you love me."
Hearing Charley talking to her like that Martha grasped Charley by the ass and pulled her towards herself as she sucked the fake cock. Martha could taste the rubber but it also carried with it a smell of leather and the taste of pussy. She wondered if this thing had been in Charley's pussy or another woman's. She was confused about her feelings of jealousy. She knew that Charley has been with many other women and probably had fucked them with this tool. That knowledge made the experience all the more exciting.
Charley let her suck only long enough to get it wet. She placed that rubber cock between Martha's breasts and put her hands on either side of Martha's large tits. Then she squeezed them together around her dildo and started thrusting her hips forwards and backwards so that the prick was slipping back and forth in the valley.
It never dawned on Martha if she should enjoy this or object to her using her tits as a makeshift pussy. It seemed so strange to see that phony cock disappearing between her tits then come up almost to her chin.
Charley felt when the rubber started drying out and began pulling on the flesh of Martha's breasts. She withdrew the shaft and placed Martha on her back and lifted her legs. She placed them on her shoulders and then she spit in the palm of her hand and used it to wet the shaft and head on the dildo again. She guided it carefully into Martha's vagina until it had penetrated several inches. She began a slow fucking action. Martha was unaccustomed to having her cunt filled this way but she soon started getting excited and thrusting back. Charley started fucking faster and didn't stop until Martha climaxed.
"Fuck me darling. Oh my God yes fuck me with your beautiful cock. Oh I love it so much. Faster harder. aaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Oh please, please oh damn I'm going to pee"
Charley let Martha rest while she hugged her and stroked her flesh. The older woman had shown her levels of emotion that she seldom found in her usual dyke friends. The room smelled so strongly of sex that it excited Charley. The smell of Martha's pussy had her so worked up that she was eager to assault her again, this time with her tongue.
She got on the floor and parted Martha's legs while she gently stroked the soft white skin of her thighs before moving in close to start licking her pussy. The labia and clit were still a little swollen from the rubber cock but it felt good to Martha. Charley had a fleeting thought of what it would be like to thrust her entire fist into Martha's cunt. She had no doubt that Martha was able to accept such a large member, maybe another time. After several minutes of licking and sucking Martha started feeling like the only thing that existed was her vagina. The orgasm, when it came, was so intense that it caused her to faint.
When Martha woke up Charley was stroking her hair. She felt like she was in the arms of her mother when she was a child. She even felt the urge to suckle on Charley's breasts. She did manage to take one of her nipples into her mouth and sucked on it until it was too painful for Charley.
Martha slide down Charley's body and removed the dildo so she could place her mouth on the pussy of her lover. The smell of leather put her off a bit but she did love the taste of her cunt. She could not get enough of her. Having her face buried in the crotch of this crude dyke filled with so much emotion that she wanted it to last forever.
She didn't want Charley to never leave her alone. Charley's felt the same way and they set up homemaking like a husband and wife. The neighbors even got use to seeing the bike in the driveway and while they might have figured out the living arrangements they would have never suspected the depths of Martha's passion.
Heather was taken back by the commitment between the two of them but she pursued her own relationship with April and then with a host of other like minded lovers. Martha was afraid to ride on the back of the bike and she tried to talk Charley out of riding at all but they managed to live through Charley's rebellious side and they, like millions of other couples, work out their differences and found a happy life together.
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