John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

Long Dick reared back and for one joyous moment Miss Stark thought he'd given up. Then he lunged with a hip thrust that powered his cock like a battering ram. A muffled scream erupted beneath Letha's mink-furred cunt. Yet still Miss Stark's leathery maidenhead wouldn't yield.

Long Dick arched back again. This time he drilled and twisted, thrusting with all his might. There was another cunt-muffled scream as the stubborn cherry strained thin under the head of his cock.

He recoiled and rammed her again, a series of quick jackhammer thrusts this time. Long Dick could feel the fleshy barrier open a little wider with each one.

Prudence Stark was half out of her mind. The pain and the vile indignity were even worse than she'd imagined. She could feel the pulse in the head of his cock. It surged and strained the writhing walls of hex narrow cunt.

Then Long Dick yanked his quivering hot prick all the way out. He took a deep and determined breath, rammed and rammed into her silvery pussy from six inches back. The force and pain of violation came so fast that at first Miss Stark didn't realize what had happened. She felt his cockhead strain her entrance gate, then she felt a brief but needle-sharp stab of pain that, made her toes curl.

And then she knew. Her eyes flared wide and tears flooded down her cheeks for cherry had been torn, split asunder by one vicious thrust. His awesome cock was deep in her convulsing cunt.

The force it took to ram through her stubborn cherry carried Long Dick's twelve-inch cock to the hilt. It drove deep where no man had been before. Her once inviolate pussy-hole was a whirlpool of agonized flesh, clinging and swirling in spasms of complete shock.

He grinned and drew back slowly. Her emptied cunt contorted itself, squeezing and straining to seal the awful wound. Miss Stark could feel the sticky heat of stale virgin blood seeping into her ruined temple.

Then the hooded assassin of her purity pushed in again. His enormous cock head tore her ruptured hymen even more. He was pushing slowly this time, savoring her wild contractions of pain and insufferable shame.

Miss Stark's lovely lithe body was still and lifeless. Only in the narrow channel of her ravaged cunt was there motion, a raging storm of pained contractions she could not control. Long Dick began fucking her with smooth gliding strokes. He knew this willowy, silver-haired blonde was going to be a great fuck once she got used to the idea.

Letha tired of having her cunt licked by a tongue stunned into weak trembling. She stood up and joined the hushed group of young virgins circled around the cross. All of them were breathing in quick, shallow gasps. Some because of fear, more because of excitement.

She noticed that several of the girls had raised the hems of their long gowns and had slipped a hand under to fondle their own clits.

They could all hear Miss Stark's anguished cries. She screamed, blubbered and moaned in time with Long Dick's spearing cock thrusts. Screams came when he powered in. The tormented blubbering erupted when he was rooted deep, making her tear-streaked gray eyes bulge. Then she moaned when he drew back.

"His cock is much larger than most," Letha told the girls, "it brings more pain at first and more pleasure later."

Gloria, the only one of them who'd seen or felt a man's cock before that night agreed with a nod that swirled her fiery red hair.

"He can fuck me anytime!" she declared.

Letha grinned. She had to raise her voice. Long Dick was fucking faster now, slapping his hard-muscled loins on Miss Stark's tender pussy mound. It made a cracking sound almost like the whip she'd used.

"I've arranged for you girls to have a wonderful assortment of pricks to pick from. My young friend wearing the hood and ramming your former high priestess knows a group of horny young males hung with cocks of every different size and shape you can imagine. We've invited them to join us later. Every girl who wants to can try several and find the type she enjoys most."

"I want a short one that's really thick!" one girl said. "That's what my brother has. I peek when he's talking a shower, and his thick, stubby prick makes me drool!"

"I want one shaped just like the dildo I use… about seven inches and this big around!" She circled her thumb and first finger into an O.

Miss Stark moaned as other eager young virgins voiced their preferences. She'd lost them all, along with her cherry. They were chattering excitedly and urging Long Dick to fuck her harder and faster.

"We like to watch!" one girl said for them all.

Letha did too. Turning on Ellen Carver and watching her fuck happily for the first time in her life had been a real thrill. And watching Miss Stark be cock-cured of her lesbian obsession was even more satisfying. Before the long night was over, all fifteen of the party guests would fuck her at least once – when they weren't busy deflowering young virgins.

Miss Stark grunted and gushed tears each time Long Dick drove into her. She opened her eyes and glared at his hooded face, then down at the blood-smeared length of his awesome cock. Her stubborn cherry now seeped blood from its ragged wound – a flood, compared to the spotting of younger and more tender girls. Each thrust pained her tattered seal. It felt like the thrust of a fiery lance.

Her wringing tight cunt clenched and swirled. She began to moan, too weak and breathless to power any more screams. As Long Dick kept fucking harder and faster, the sounds deepened and her chest heaved.

Letha knew the woman's cunt was heating up, responding as a woman must to deep reaching pleasure. In just a little while, Miss Stark would no doubt be screaming again, wracked by the intense contractions of her first real climax.

But just watching would never be enough for her. Letha asked: "Who wants to be the first virgin pussy I've ever sucked?"

"I do!" said half a dozen voices at once.

The masked Phantom grinned delightedly. "What a feast this is going to be!"

Girls were already forming a line.

"Eating sweet cherry cunt is about the only sexual pleasure I haven't enjoyed. I just hope there's time to get to you all before the boys arrive."

Her style of cunt sucking and tongue-fucking was more forceful and demanding than their former mentor's. Letha knew that she had to prime their innocent pussies for real fucking – a task that she greatly enjoyed.

The tart-sweet tang of virgin fuck honey was the most savory stuff she'd ever taste. She gulped and slurped her way from one luscious little cunt to the next, telling them all quite honestly that feeling a cock inside would be even better.

Miss Stark's eerie wails stressed the point. Although she felt the stabbing pain and deep humiliation of a man's ravaging big cock, she couldn't understand her pussy's response. It began to squeeze and slither warmly along the shaft. No longer intent on keeping him out, she felt it welcome his cunt-straining prick-shaft with eager spasms.

This brought more anguish to her mind – the feeling that her own body had betrayed her. Taken by force, it had become a willing victim.

"It's going to be great when you climax," Long Dick said. "Your cunt is already one of the most lively I've ever fucked."

"Ungh!" she groaned.

"And you're going to love it when I fill your bloodied pussy with cum. It'll soothe your torn cherry and flood you with a feeling like liquid fire."

"No!"

Miss Stark tossed her head in dismay. Her lips quivered and her anguished eyes fluttered weakly, now drained of tears. It was happening, the tremors of orgasm she knew well from her wide-ranging lesbian experience!

But the exquisite tension kept building, surpassing anything ever done by a woman's tongue or clit. Her body was wracked by the strength of her shuddering tremors. Her dizzied mind soared higher. Her voice tensed and she began to scream with a steadily rising pitch.