John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

Her throat was open enough to make swallowing all that hot cock easier now. She felt proud and relieved and insanely excited at the same time.

How could she like sucking cock after all they'd done? Why did she care about pleasing young men so demanding and cruel? Letha didn't really know. She rocked back and forth on her knees, cooing and purring when her throat was briefly clear enough to emit sound. Letha sucked with demented fervor. So what if they wanted to keep her prisoner for three days?

Her need for cock had started her daring exploits, why not enjoy what she'd found? A forest off hot pricks and a lake of sweet cum. She would revel and fuck like a wanton slave. It couldn't be worse than the boredom of her library job.

"Hhhooo!" Rich sighed. "She's gonna make me cum! I'm boiling up another big load!"

"After three days with a whore, you think he'll have anything left for his honeymoon?" someone asked wryly.

"It won't take her three days to teach me all I need to know about women. I'll take the third day off and rest up for my new wife."

Letha rocked and bobbed her head, envying the young girl about to marry such a great cock. That twinge of jealousy made her even more anxious to enjoy it all while she could. Rich felt the hunger of her sucking lips and had to let go.

"Hargggh!" he roared, clamping his hands on her head again, thrusting deep as his cock shivered and shot its hot spray.

"Don't keep it buried too long," Dick said. "She doesn't have any taste buds down there. Ease back and give her a couple of shots in the mouth."

Rich did that, liking the way her lips curled when she tasted his cum. It was thick and rich tasting. Rich tasting – she wanted to laugh, but he plunged deep again and gagged her with wet cock.

Jism filled her throat. It puffed her cheeks. His cock was a fountainhead of cum. It kept spurting when her mouth couldn't hold any more. Her throat gulped wildly, but she couldn't swallow it all either.

His cream was so thick that it took a long time going down. Silvery dribbles appeared at the corners of her sucking lips. Her frenzied bobbing jarred them off. They dropped on nipples still red and sore from the pinch of clothe spins. The cum felt like a soothing ointment.

She let her mouth gape and dropped a big glob on her clit which was still pinched by the clothespin wavering lewdly between her bent and chained legs. Glossed with slickness, the clamping jaws lost their grip on her buttery clit-nub.

They snapped with a click and the clothespin fell on the floor between her knees. Letha felt a thrilling surge of relief. The terrible tingling tension was gone from her clit. It spasmed with delight. She thought the sensation must, be something like a man straining to hold his cum, then suddenly letting go. Exquisitely painful pressure, the wondrous, relief.

After the triumph of sucking such a huge prick, she was ready to fuck again. Again and again. She felt womanly proud and wantonly horny. Her whole body blushed with the head of desire. Ellen Carver had only learned to satisfy her husband, Letha felt confident that she could thrill a whole gang.

She swallowed shot after shot of sticky sweet and delicious cum. The overflow ran down her chin, splashed on her tits and dripped into her lap. Letha hoped they would massage it all into her smooth skin as they had before.

The guys jacking their cocks were delighted by her lewd wet gurgling noises, her tremors of orgasm and her rabid hunger for jism. They thrilled her by spraying on more. Jetting cocks hosed her smiling face with silvery cream.

Others sprayed on her heaving tits. They anointed her belly and slathered her black-furred pussy mound. They creamed her thighs and lathered her back with the sexy hot spray.

Letha enjoyed an all-consuming climax. Hot cum was always her most delightful sex-trigger – to feel the wet spurts striking her inside and out was almost more thrilling than she could stand.

Her orgasm went on for what seemed like hours. Gasping, sweaty and drenched with cum, she settled back on her haunches with a weary sigh of delight.

Long Dick said, "What a cocksucker she is! I can hardly wait for my turn."

"You want to take it while my throat is still wet?" she asked with a smug little grin.

"Yeah, I want to… but we arranged this little party for Rich. We gotta make sure that his married life gets started out right before the rest of us have our pleasure with you."

"Jeeeeez!" said the husband-to-be. "I've been fucked and sucked. What else can a guy do?"

Long Dick laughed good-naturedly. "What else? He doesn't know. He needs education. It's time to check out another part of the library… a part best reached by going in the back door."

Letha cried, "Ooooh, no! Not my ass. Not with a cock that big! Some of you smaller guys, all right, but…"

"Some of you smaller guys help me lift her up on the bed," Long Dick said. "We don't even need to readjust her chains. Just tip her forward on her face with her ass in the air."

"I've got to rest a few minutes. One of you can start with her pretty little ass and maybe loosen it up for me a bit," Rich said.

She was pitched forward on her face into a puddle of cum still on the waterbed mattress. Letha gurgled and moaned, her ass twitching expectantly.

"What length cock you want to start with?" Long Dick asked. "We've got sizes from six to twelve."

"I was hoping for a four or a five," she said in a quavering voice.

"A four or five?" Long Dick laughed. "What part of the library do you work in? The children's room?"

They released her Saturday at noon when the revelers reluctantly ended their orgy to dress for the wedding. Letha went home and slept soundly, curled on her side. Both her pussy and ass were too sore to let them touch the mattress.

She slept all day Sunday, bone-weary after three days and nights of virtually nonstop sex. Even when she had dozed off at the party, some guy had a cock in her. Sometimes more than one.

Monday morning, Letha called in sick. She told the head librarian that she had a sore throat, vaginal cramps and distress of the lower intestine.

Miss Stark had been quite sympathetic. "Stay in bed and get lots of rest. That's the best thing for you."

Letha was still weak and weary-eyed the following day when Miss Stark saw her standing behind the check-out desk instead of sitting in her usual chair.

"My dear, sit down," the stately, silver-haired woman said.

"Er, no… I'm all right. But I'd rather stand."

"No, no! In fact, the way you look, I think you should lie down. Come with me, there's a couch in my private office."

"All right." Letha restrained a grin. The power that Ellen had given her over Miss Stark was working wonders.

She'd expected to be lectured severely for taking time off sick, not escorted into a private office and asked to lie down. But then Letha had no idea how secretly horny her boss had been since seeing her luscious pussy mound shaved smooth.

"Take off that bulky tweed suit," Miss Stark suggested with seeming concern. "It's much too warm for a day like this and it looks to me like you have a fever."

Indeed she did. Letha's body was still radiating heat from all the cocks that had filled her ass, pussy and mouth for three days, and her skin shined from all the creamy jism that massaging hands had rubbed in.

Letha stretched out on the comfortable wide couch wearing her panties and bra and a pink slip. Miss Stark locked the office door behind them and said: "So we won't be disturbed." Then she called her assistant working at the main desk and said, "Hold all my calls. I'm… I'm in conference. It's a personal… I mean, a personnel matter."

"You don't have to go to so much trouble for me," Letha said. There was something unsettling in the woman's gray eyes.