Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 16:33:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Linda the Librarian Part 8 {Jenna}(F/F reluc)[8!_]

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Chapter Eight


Linda, the local librarian, had just enacted a form of revenge on two
teenage girls that had plotted to embarrass and humiliate her. She had done
her research and turned the tables on the two would-be blackmailers. She
was feeling pretty good about herself. That was, until the next week.

Linda had pretty much gotten her life back under control. She hadn't had
any more problems with young teenage girls and she had placed her urges on
the back burner. She was dressing more appropriately for work wearing
longer skirts and such. She felt the whole episode was behind her.

Linda finished her shift on Friday night and looked forward to having the
weekend off, a rare treat. She cleaned up her desk and put the few
remaining books away, turned off the lights and locked the door behind
her. She sighed at the finish to a long stressful week as she turned and
headed home.

Down the long concrete stairway she walked to the residential street. Linda
was walking home tonight since it was a brisk fall evening and the air had
a distinct bite. The smell of fallen leaves and freshly cut grass tickled
her senses as she made her way past the long line of small two-story
homes. A tree-lined strip of grass separated the sidewalk from the street
on her left and provided a safety barrier from cars. The street was
littered with parked cars on either side that caused oncoming traffic to
pull off and wait for the other car to pass.

Linda smiled at the quaintness of the neighborhood. Short grassy slopes
rose from the sidewalk to the homes on her right and were neatly divided by
concrete walkways, steps and driveways. The cool night air and dimly street
might have been scary for people not familiar with the area, but not
Linda. She had lived here her whole life and knew the area well.

Tonight, Linda decided, she would stop at a local tavern and have a
beer. She rarely did such things but today was cause for celebration. She
had regained her life from the grasp of teenage hoodlums and she was
feeling GREAT!

Minute's later Linda crossed the street and entered the dingy looking
bar. She pushed open the door to the bar and walked in. The bar was very
dark and trimmed with dark stained wood. The long, stool lined bar sat to
the left and was attended by a rather tall woman with a short buzz
cut. Linda felt the eyes of the few patrons inside, as the spring door
slammed noisily behind her. Linda looked around the bar, which was small
and had only a few candlelit tables to her right, a pool table straight in
the back and a few booths along the far wall past the tables.

Linda felt a little uncomfortable as she took a few steps inside and heard
the soft music from a jukebox playing in the background. Her stomach
tightened and she held her breath when she felt like the bartender was
staring at her. The mirrored wall behind the bartender was decorated with
glassware, liquor bottles, and few neon beer signs. The whole place was
dark except for the small amount of track lighting behind the bar and the
light over the pool table in back.

Linda jumped and gasped when she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her. She
turned quickly to see Kelly's mother, Judge Landers.

"Sit over here, Ms. Stanton," the judge said sternly, pulling Linda's arm.

The way the judge led her toward the booth with her strong grip, Linda felt
like a child being taken to her room. The judge was so domineering and
controlling, she told herself. Linda sensed the judge knew what she'd done
to her daughter and became frightened. Mentally she prepared herself for
the worse.

As Linda stumbled along under the physical control of Judge Landers, she
noticed the bar had only a few pairs of women in it and wondered why that
was. It was a Friday night after all, most men hit the bars then. She felt
their eyes on her as the judge led her to their booth. Linda felt strangely
naked like she was being stripped of her clothes by their eyes. A shiver
ran down her spine and her nipples sprang erect. She hated when that
happened.

The judge pushed Linda into the booth and sat down across from her. "I'm
glad I ran into you," Judge Landers firmly stated.

Linda felt her heart skip a beat and her face get flush. She didn't know
what to say, in fact, she couldn't speak. Her mind was flustered by all the
negative possibilities.

"I'll get right to the point Ms. Stanton, I know you raped my daughter,"
started the judge.

"Rape?" Linda babbled in her mind. She didn't know what to think and looked
puzzled. Her mind was cluttered with worry and anxiety and she couldn't
process any messages. Her life flashed before her. Here she was sitting
with a member of the court system being accused of 'rape'. "Oh my God," she
thought, "it's rape of a minor child, too!" Linda felt weak wanted to
vomit. Her world suddenly came crashing down and she felt screwed. What was
she going to do now? She couldn't run, they knew who she was. Why did she
do what she did? What an idiot she was! Linda's heart sank and she felt
like passing out.

"So you like to rape little girls do you?" Judge Landers snarled as more of
a statement than a question. "Do you have any idea what it's like to have
your child tell you she's been raped? Do you even have children
Ms. Stanton?"

Linda barely comprehended Judge Landers question. She was so self-absorbed
at the moment that she could hardly hear. She struggled with the question
"do you have kids" for a moment before shaking her head and shakily
responding, "uh, no...uh, well yes...sort of." Linda kicked her self. She
felt like an idiot. What was all that gobbily goop?

Confused, Judge Landers pressed, "What does 'sort of' mean. Either you do
have children or you don't. Which is it?"

Linda, elated that she was given a second chance to clarify her moronic
statement, corrected, "Well...yes, I have a niece that I raised since she
was a very young girl, but she's not actually mine, she was my sister's."

"Oh, I see. And how old is your niece?" the judge inquired, mildly
sidetracked by the unexpected revelation.

"She's 22. She just graduated college last spring and is working at
St. Monica's," Linda replied, almost hoping that the fact that her niece
was working at St. Monica's School for Girls would carry some positive
weight. St. Monica's, after all, was renowned in the area for it high
standards of education and discipline. They didn't just hire bimbo's to
work there.

"Oh really?" responded a now interested Judge Landers, "My youngest goes to
St. Monica's. What's your niece's name, perhaps I know her?"

"Her name is Jenna, Jenna Tarp," Linda confirmed.

Judge Landers sat up as straight as an arrow and a crisp grin creased her
lips. She couldn't believe her LUCK! Not only did she have control of
Jenna, but now she had her aunt as well. The judge felt a rush of arousal
surge into her vagina and leak past her labia. She held her breath for a
moment as she contemplated her next move and to let this last wave of
arousal pass.

The judge entertained thoughts of various ways she could humiliate the
librarian and Jenna. Maybe she could do it to them at the same time! Maybe
she could make them do things to each other!

The judge shivered visibly as the exciting thought of forcing the two
relatives to have sex together almost made her wet herself. Her pussy was
dripping wet and she knew if she kept thinking about it, she'd have an
orgasm without even touching herself.

Judge Landers shook her head, blinked her eyes and barely able to contain
her excitement said, "Oh really. I've met Ms. Tarp already."

Linda felt a surge of reprieve and excitedly asked, "You have?"

Judge Landers was still trying to gather her thoughts and get control of
her emotions. She was so aroused she was oozing and she hoped Linda wasn't
able to smell her. She just couldn't get over her luck!

The judge knew she'd have to establish control over the older librarian as
quickly as possible. She knew by Ms. Stanton's reaction that she was on the
defensive and ready to crumble. Like a flash, the light bulb clicked on in
Judge Landers head, she knew exactly what she would do. She would have
Jenna's aunt do the same thing she had her do a couple weeks earlier!

"Well, Ms. Stanton, that's all very interesting about your niece, but I
want to address the matter at hand, that being the rape of my daughter. I'm
not sure you understand the gravity of the situation. Do you realize that
rape is punishable by MANDATORY prison time?" asserted the judge.

Linda was petrified. The severity of what she had done was beginning to
sink in and she was getting sick to her stomach. All she had intended to do
was get back control of her life and in the process she destroyed it. She
never wanted to 'rape' the girl's; she just wanted them to leave her
alone. Linda's mouth dried up as a helpless empty feeling filled her and
she didn't know what to do or say.

Noting that the librarian wasn't able or willing to respond, the judge
offered, "As a representative of the court it's my duty to inform you of
your rights," and she read Linda her Miranda rights.

Linda almost peed herself when she couldn't decide on whether she needed an
attorney present or not. Her mind was awash with confusion and anxiety for
the future. Her clammy skin felt cold as she stared at the model citizen
sitting across from her. The empty feeling inside was consuming her and she
didn't know what to do. Tears welled up in her eyes and she suddenly
realized she'd lost all control again. Only this time, the consequences
were much more severe and long lasting. Gloom and depression swept over the
librarian as she longed for a way out.

The judge seized the moment and added, "I can see you're upset by all this,
but perhaps you should have thought about this before you raped my
daughter."

Linda wiped the tears off her cheeks and grabbed a napkin to blow her
nose. She pushed her hair behind her ear and tried to muster up the courage
to say something...anything. Linda stared at the tabletop and gathered her
thoughts, "I-I'm so sorry for what I've done. If there was ANY way I could
make things right, I-I'd do it?"

"Hmmmm," the judge baited the librarian by offering a glimmer of hope, "let
me think," she said looking down and rubbing her chin as if thinking.

Linda sensing a possible way out of prison and the public humiliation
associated with child rape pleaded, "Oh, please your honor, please. I'll do
anything to make things right. ANYTHING!"

"Hmmm," the judge hummed raising her eyebrows, "anything?"

"Anything! I'll do anything, I swear!" Linda begged sensing a crack in the
judge's hard exterior.

Judge Landers finally had the older librarian right where she wanted
her. "You'll do ANYTHING, huh? Okay then," started the judge, her voice
lowering to an almost inaudible level, "I want you to go into that
bathroom," she said thumbing over her shoulder, "and proposition the first
female that comes in there. Tell her you want to eat her out, just like
that, 'eat her out'. Got it?"

Blood rushed from Linda's brain and settled in her feet. She couldn't
concentrate anymore. Did she hear her right? Was she supposed to go into a
public bathroom and proposition some stranger and tell her she wanted to
'eat her out'! My gawd, that was disgusting! Linda was totally embarrassed
that she had been so naive as to not think about THAT possibility. Why did
she agree to do 'ANYTHING' before she knew what it was? What an idiot she
was!

As she thought about how horrible the request was, she balanced it against
her option: prison. Her heart sank as she realized she really DIDN'T have
an option. She slumped in her seat as the realization settled in. She began
to feel sick. She pictured herself sticking her tongue into some strangers'
vagina and almost vomited.

Reluctantly, Linda had to agree. She could do this, she told herself as she
tried to muster up strength. She glanced around the room to see who it
might be. Would it be the bartender? Or how about one of the two
biker-looking chicks drinking beer? Or maybe one of the two
business-looking women sitting together at the table? She shuddered at the
thought of it being ANY of them.

As Linda convinced herself that doing this disgusting act was better than
prison, she felt a familiar twinge. "What was that?" Linda questioned
herself; appalled that she would even feel the SLIGHTEST sense of arousal
for being forced to do something so repulsive!

She shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts. She knew she'd have to
do this. As she stared at the judge, who stared back, she felt like a kid
who'd just gotten caught stealing. She knew she was wrong and she'd have to
pay the price. Sheepishly, she looked down and whispered, "Okay, I'll do
it."

Linda pushed her knees off the side of the bench, stood up, straightened
her skirt and headed toward the bathroom. She felt the eyes of the room
follow her every step and she burst out with goose bumps and her nipples
sprang to hardness. Damn, she hated that. "Why did that happen now?" she
scolded herself.

With each step she took, her large breasts rubbed against her bra cups and
caused her nipples to abrade on the coarse material.

She pushed open the door to the bathroom and entered the dimly lit, filthy
room. One dirty sink positioned under a small vanity mirror was in the near
corner and two door-less stalls were against the opposite wall. The floor
was covered in chipped red paint that led to a dirty drain in the middle of
the floor. The wall next to the sink that was opposite the stalls was
scratched and scribbled with nasty graffiti messages. Linda wanted to vomit
at the smell of the place. Out of curiosity she looked in the stalls at the
dirty, encrusted toilets, filthy with brown rings.

She quickly became very afraid and regretted her decision. She figured that
anyone that would use a bathroom this disgusting was probably diseased
themselves. She envisioned a woman's dirty pussy in her face and she
gagged. Why did she ever agree to do this? What was she thinking? Could
prison be this bad? Maybe she should tell the judge she changed her mind
and she'd rather take her chances in court.

Linda was startled back into reality when she heard the door fly open and
bang hard against the back wall. She turned around quickly and saw JUDGE
LANDERS!

"Well, what are you waiting for?" the judge asked in a gruff sounding
voice.

Linda was shocked. She'd been set up. But what could she do? Linda wanted
to bolt for the door but it was blocked. Linda's heart was pounding faster
and harder as she contemplated what to do. The judge's face said it all,
she expected Linda to 'ask her to eat her pussy'. Linda felt faint as she
tried to formulate the words, "Can...I..." she stammered, "Can I...eat..."
Linda stopped. Her voice choked with shame and humiliation.

Here she was, trapped in a slimy bar bathroom by an officer of the court
who's daughter she had raped and she was being forced to ask to eat her
pussy or...go...to JAIL!!

Linda wanted to vomit. She blinked her eyes to clear the tears and pushed
her hair behind her ear again and tried to muster the words. Linda's heart
thumped in her chest, her hands throbbed in unison as her anxiety and
distress built.

She felt faint and leaned against the wall scratched and scribbled with
nasty graffiti messages. Linda's knees were weak and she faltered. Her mind
was so clouded by her unthinkable situation; she dropped to knees as pale
as a ghost.

>From her knees Linda looked up to see Judge Landers smile broadly and take
a step towards her. Linda's eyes widened as Judge Landers stepped right in
front of her and looked down at with controlling eyes. She winced when the
judge grabbed her face by the chin and lifted her face up.

"Don't you have a question for me?" coaxed the judge.

Linda was mortified. She sniveled, sniffed and asked, "Can...can I...can I
eat you out?" Linda tried to drop her face in shame, but the judge
supported her chin so she could only move her eyes. Her hands were clasped
together and hung loosely in her lap. She was helpless and empty. She
wanted to die.

The judge smiled greedily. She had established the control she
sought. "Why, yes, you may," she sang.

Judge Landers reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands
pulled it up past her waist and held it against her stomach.

Linda stared at the judge's flat stomach, nearly void of fat. Her tight red
nylon panties stretched over her protruded mound and Linda could tell she
shaved.

Judge Landers, intent on maximizing her humiliation of the librarian said,
"you may remove my panties...with your teeth." She released Linda's chin
and pushed her hips forward.

Linda's mind went blank. She didn't know what to do. She stared at the
judge's firm tight midriff and pondered how she would possibly get those
panties off using only her teeth.

As she stared at the narrow waistband on the judge's thong, Linda leaned in
and bared her teeth. She smelled the judge's hot sex as her nose brushed
over the judge's bulge. The musky smell caused Linda to inhale deeply and
sniff the air like a dog. She felt a surge of arousal at the pleasant aroma
and felt her lower abdomen tighten and squeeze those intimate muscles in
her vagina.

Judge Landers gasped, "huh!" when Linda's lips touched her hipbone. She
felt her vagina twitch and spasm with anticipation as Linda's teeth gently
scraped her firm flesh grabbing the waistband of her panties. She pressed
her hip toward the kneeling librarian when she felt her panties being
pulled off her hip.

Linda closed her eyes and sighed. She was actually doing it. She was
pulling down the panties of Judge Landers with her teeth in a nasty public
bathroom! As disgusting and humiliating as it was, there was something
happening...something she didn't quite...understand.

Linda's stomach tightened as she struggled with what was happening to
her. She felt something, something very strange begin to happen inside
her. She reached up and took hold of the judge's knees with her hands. She
turned the judge around and grabbed the waistband of her panties just above
her ass crack. The soft silky feeling of the material on her tongue and
lips added to the strange sensation Linda felt inside. The feeling was, was
like...nothing she'd ever experienced before. Being here, right now,
seemed...right somehow.

Linda inhaled deeply as she touched her nose to the small of the judge's
back and slowly, very slowly dragged her nose into the judge's crack. As
the tight red panties clenched in her teeth, exposed more and more of the
judge's ass, Linda felt more and more arousal. She felt her vagina begin to
ooze moisture and she wondered why? This situation was far too humiliating
to be feeling arousal, yet...here she was, in a public restroom pulling the
panties off another woman with her teeth. She was going to have to eat her
pussy and probably make her cum.

The light gently touch of Linda's nose as it dipped deeper and deeper down
her ass crack caused the judge, "Paula" to her friends, to gasp air in
short staccato gasps. Her stomach tightened and sent floods of wetness to
her already saturated pussy. With her panties successfully pulled from her
shaven vaginal mound her juices ran down her inner thigh.

Linda paused briefly when her nose reached the crease at the bottom of
Judge Landers ass where it joined with her muscular thigh and inhaled the
judge's dank erotic smell. Linda wondered what someone, anyone might think
if they walked in right then and saw her with her nose buried in the ass of
the judge. The thought and the concern passed quickly though, and she
sucked in her saliva that soaked the waistband of the judge's panties.

She turned the judge around again and stared at her shaven cunt. The
swollen labia were soaked with excitement and spread like a budding
flower. The smell that wafted up from her vagina was sending wild signals
to Linda and she desperately tired to sort them all out. Her brain told her
this whole thing was obscene and disgusting but her senses screamed that
this was her time, her place. She belonged here; she belonged at the feet
of this officer of the court, pleasing her, catering to her every
need. Linda's pussy flooded with moisture when she suddenly came to that
realization. All seemed right with the world.

Linda pressed her lips against the judge's stomach and kissed her softly,
touching her with her tongue, tasting her firm flesh. She could tell the
judge was extremely excited and it excited her too. She reached up with her
hands and pushed judge's panties to the floor. Somehow this wasn't enough,
she wanted more, she NEEDED more. She looked up at the judge and her eyes
were closed and she clutched her skirt tightly to her waist.

Linda seized the moment and stood up. She took the judge's blouse and
started to unbutton it from the top. She leaned in and kissed the judge's
neck softly and seductively running her tongue up her neck and to her
earlobe. As she unbuttoned the blouse, she nibbled gently on the judge's
ear and tickling it with her tongue.

The judge moaned with pleasure as the incredible sensations sent shivers up
her spine and covered her in goose bumps.

When Linda reached the last button, she pulled it free from the
skirt. Using both hands and insuring she touched only the judge's skin,
Linda pushed the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the dirty
floor. Linda ran her index fingers under the bra straps down to the cups
and pulled them off the judge's breasts.

She heard the judge moan when her breasts were finally freed from their
confines. Linda cupped the judge's palm sized breasts and squeezed them
tightly. She began to kiss her way from the base of the judge's neck and
down her breastbone before licking the cleavage she made as she pushed the
judge's breasts together. The warmth of the judge's skin and her obvious
arousal signaled Linda to do what she needed to do.

She reached around her back and unfastened the judge's bra and pulled it
free and dropped it on the floor. She watched the judge's reaction, as she
stood there topless.

Paula's head slowly rolled around on her shoulders and her arousal reached
higher a level. Her breasts tingled with anticipations as Linda cupped her
breasts and gently began to lick her breasts in ever-tightening circles
before settling on her rock hard nipple neatly centered in the middle of
her tight little bumpy aureole. As Linda's lips brushed by her nipple they
caused Paula's vaginal muscles to squeeze and force more secretions to drip
from her oozing loin.

Linda slipped out from in front of the delirious judge. She slowly dragged
her hands across her tight six pack ab's as she leaned across her back and
massaged her breasts from behind. It was abundantly clear that the judge
worked very hard on her body. She was very lean and her body was firm and
cut.

As she cupped both breasts in her hands and milked and massaged them, Linda
kissed the judge's neck and back. She ran her soft lips from the nape of
her neck, down her shoulder and then...dragging her cheek, slowly,
seductively back toward her neck. She could feel the judge's skin ripple
with goose bumps and hear her moan as she melted in her hands.

Linda ran her fingertips down across the judge's abdomen and then slid them
along the waistband of her skirt. As she bit down softly on the judge's
shoulder, she pushed the skirt passed her hips letting it fall to the
floor.

Paula was woozy with excitement. The sensations of Linda's hands as they
roamed her breasts, stomach and now hip was almost too much for the officer
of the court. She gasped when she felt her skirt drop past her pubic mound
and fall to her feet.

A gentle shove in her back caused Paula to fall forward and lean against
the wall in a semi-search position. She willingly stepped out of her skirt
and kicked it off to the side before spreading her legs. Paula held her
breath when Linda's nose and tongue deftly touched her lower back, just
above her ass crack. She reflexively inhaled deeply when she felt the
coarseness of Linda's tongue work it's way down her ass, forcing its way
between her cheeks and leaving a slimy trail behind.

Linda grabbed the judge's clothes and piled them by her leg before
re-grasping her ass cheeks where they joined her thighs. Using her thumbs
to grab the muscular glutes, Linda did her best to pry the strong butt
muscles apart to make room for her tongue. Linda knew that the judge was
tightening out of reflex and decided she needed to make her aware of her
tense condition so she could relax. Linda smacked the judge's ass with her
open palmed flat hand with a sharp tap. She heard the judge whimper but
fail to relax her ass muscles, so she did it again. This time the judge got
the message and relaxed her ass cheeks.

Linda pried the judge's ass cheeks apart and ran her tongue down the length
of her hard crevasse. Linda grabbed the judge's knees and pushed her legs
apart. She could hear the naked judge breathing hard, Linda knew she was
close to orgasm. She tilted her head and pushed her tongue deep into the
judge's tightly clenched asshole eliciting a loud moan from her.

Paula's legs began to shake each time she felt Linda's long tongue
serpentine it's way into her darkest spot. She'd had sex before, but this
was...this was SO different. Being stripped naked in a public
restroom...was...SO EXCITING and yet SO dangerous for the public official,
the thought alone almost sent her over the edge. Add to all that a woman,
whom she controlled by fear, being forced to lick her most intimate areas
was...more...than she could...bear. Paula's heart raced as her body tensed
in preparation for a massive orgasm. One more touch on her...asshole and it
was...all...OVER! Paula exploded with a drippy gush of girl cum that
spurted down her legs as she groaned with a loud,
"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!!" when Linda's tongue pressed inside her
one last time.

Linda held on as she tried to clean every drop of juicy cum from the
hypersensitive loin of the bucking judge. Linda stopped her savagery of the
judges privates long enough to scoop up her clothes and shoes.

Paula, still leaning against the restroom wall her hips involuntarily
pumping the air, tried to clear her thoughts long enough to look back over
her shoulder when she heard Linda say something.

"Your honor? Judge?" Linda attempted to get the attention of the court
officer. When she saw the judge slowly turn her head and weakly look in her
direction as she stood by the door to the restroom, Linda said, "I guess
I'll see you in court, dear."

Linda opened the door and walked out, carrying all the judge's clothing
with her.


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