Chapter Five: A Glorious Dead End
Mary gently shook Imogene awake and put her finger to Imogene's mouth to shush her so she wouldn't awaken Aunt Selene at the end of the couch. "We're going to search the mansion," she whispered to the awakening girl. Imogene wiped her eyes and pulled on her panties. They took a peek at Selene before leaving the room.
Selene was asleep with a contented smile on her face, a hand on one bare breast and another resting on her thick brown bush. Her meaty pussy lips and anus were still visible in slumber, the lips open and still wet, a fresh little trickle running from her still excited clam down across one ass cheek. "She looks happier than I've ever seen her awake," remarked Imogene in a whisper. They left her to her dreams and slumber.
"Where should we search first?" Imogene asked Mary.
"What does your intuition tell you?" asked Mary, "Women generally have great intuition because of their good emotional intelligence. It's like an extra genius part of your brain, but it's underused. You've been absorbing tiny details about this place ever since you first visited. What's your first guess?"
"The library, then. I've always been spooked by that room. That's where they found grandpa when he died."
The library was prodigious, with books on every wall up to the ceiling, two giant bay windows, and four comfy armchairs for reading. Mary quickly scanned the titles. "Your grandfather was quite the Latin scholar, by the look of it," she remarked to Imogene. "Wait a second..." Mary reached out to pull a book off the shelf. It slid out about an inch, then the bookshelf swung open to reveal a secret passage behind it.
"How did you know, Mary?" asked Imogene.
"It was your intuition that gave us the room," Mary pointed out affably, "I just noticed that one of the Latin books was entitled 'PERTUSA GLORIOSA PROVINCIARUM AQUILONIARUM' which translates to 'Glorious Holes of the Northern Provinces,' clearly not a real book." She turned on her flashlight and shined it into the passage. "Let's go," she beckoned to Imogene.
The passage led three flights down a spiral metal staircase, which Mary knew was one flight below the basement. These stairs looked to have been installed in grandpa's time, and by the dust, Mary guessed they hadn't been trod on since his death. At the bottom of the stairs, the narrow passage led away from the house and down five more flights of straight metal stairs. Finally the passage led for about a mile until they reached the end. Mary guessed they had reached the little nearby township of Xylophone, where there were a few shops and pubs at a crossroads.
There was a door here, but it was locked shut and clearly hadn't been used since grandpa's death. There were also some strange handles at waist level. Mary flipped one of these aside to reveal a circular hole in the metal door. A brilliant light shined through and there were sounds as well. Mary looked through and saw urinals along the opposite wall, men using them, and other men waiting to use them. "Hey," Mary shouted through the hole, "where is this place?"
A man answered, "You're peeping into the men's room at the Ram's Horn, you little slut. You're not underage, are you?"
"Oh no, sir," answered Imogene obediently, "We're both just graduated high school."
"Schoolgirls, eh? Well, pay the price for peeping or we'll turn you in to the sheriff." There was cheering from at least a dozen men. A half-erect penis slid through the hole.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed Imogene, "We'd better do as they say, Mary. I wouldn't want to get Aunt Selene or grandma in any trouble because of this."
Mary smiled. Mary could tell that Imogene was thirsting to suck off these men, even though she still believed she had never even kissed a boy yet. Mary didn't have the heart to tell Imogene, though she would probably find out eventually, that Mary and the sheriff were very good friends indeed, and that they could tell all these men to take a flying leap if they wanted.
"All right, Imogene. I can help, too. There are multiple holes here, and I can open up another one." She actually opened up four glory holes, hoping to let some light into the dim passage. It didn't help. With lightning quickness, all four had hopeful men pressed against them, their hardening dicks extending through the holes.
Imogene bravely began fondling the dick of the first man while Mary took on the task of satisfying the other three. Mary spit on both her hands, knelt, and took the central man's semi-erect cock into her mouth, beginning to jack off the other two with her saliva-lubricated hands.
Imogene took her cock tentatively into her mouth, and then more deeply. Some grunts of satisfaction and good-natured chuckling at the men being pleasured began to emanate from the men's room side. "I love sucking big dicks," Mary confided to Imogene, making a guttural noise of satisfaction as she returned her mouth and throat to their work.
As the girls worked, the feel of the dicks they were sucking and jacking soon got them a little worked up. Mary suggested they take a break to remove their clothes, because, as the men would soon start spraying cum, their clothes would soon be soiled if they kept them on. After that, they returned to their excited dicks. Mary started masturbating herself while sucking, leaving one man alone.
Then surprisingly, Imogene took him on with a free and newly spitty hand, using her other hand on her twat, and taking her man with mouth alone as Mary had been doing. Mary decided to wait until afterwards to point out to Imogene that she was taking on these men as skillfully as any Milwaukee street whore. The first man popped in Imogene's mouth then, and she didn't even flinch. As she drew back and smiled at her success, she got a second shot in her hair.
