John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

"Not right now there was a woman in earlier who checked out all we have on that subject." Letha grinned.

"Damn!" Richard Sims said dejectedly.

"I know the head librarian has ordered more," Letha told him. "They'll be in next week."

"That won't help me. I'm getting married this weekend."

"Oooooh, I see."

"No, you don't. I'm-I'm still a virgin and the girl I'm going to marry isn't. She was engaged to this other guy before me, and he… well, he taught her a lot of things I don't know. I'm going to make a fucking fool out of myself on our honeymoon."

Letha made a note of the address shown on his library card. "Will you be home this evening?"

"Oh, yeah… why?"

"Well, I'll go through all the books that were returned today. If I find something that might help you, I could drop it off at your apartment."

"Hey, that would be great! I really appreciate it!" He smiled and softly pinched her check. "You're a doll! A real doll!"

"Thank you," she said, beaming. "And don't you worry about a thing. I'll make certain that you enjoy your honeymoon!"

Letha decided against wearing her Phantom outfit that evening. It might be too much for a young virgin male to accept. Besides, she wanted to fuck completely nude and feel his strong hands all over her body.

But she did need to disguise herself. Richard didn't look like the kind who could be persuaded to fuck a mild-mannered and apparently innocent assistant librarian. A wiser and more experienced woman was what he needed.

She pasted on her black mink pussy wig, and then put on a black wet look vinyl mini-skirt. No need for panties with what she had in mind. Letha was hoping Rich had a cock as big as the rest of him. Thoughts of a huge thick prick made her shiver with excitement all the time it took her to get dressed.

Letha put on her long black high-heeled cavalier boots and a clinging tube-type top that came up barely far enough to cover her firm, sharp-peaked tits witch were already heaving expectantly. She put an her long black wig, brushed it smooth, then hurried out of the door.

Sims lived in one of those swinging singles apartment complexes. Letha was propositioned three times on her way to his door. The last offer came from a great-looking guy about her own age. He said he loved her blue eyes. She smiled and said, "Some other time," carefully making a note of his apartment number. Letha planned to visit him on her way out if Richard Sims' hot virgin cock didn't measure up to expectations.

She knocked on the door. It was answered by a young man she'd never seen before. Probably Rich's roommate.

"Er, is Richard here?" she asked.

"No, not right now, and you're here three hours early, but that's all right if it doesn't cost extra. Come in." He grabbed her arm and pulled Letha into the apartment. "The party's a surprise. We don't want Richard to see you standing in the hall when he comes back."

"Wait a minute – what party? And what shouldn't cost extra?"

"Richard's bachelor party. Aren't you the whore his father hired to break the boy in?"

Letha's mouth gaped in shock. There were fifteen young men lounging around the living room, most drinking beer, all looking extremely horny and staring at her.

She thought, What the hell? Why not go along with the gag?

"I don't like being called a whore," Letha said. "But I did come here to teach Richard a few things."

"Ooohh, baby… you can teach me any time! How about a quickie before the guest of honor gets backs?"

"Cool it," said the guy who answered the door. "Rich gets her first. It's his party. After that, we'll all take turns."

"Wait a minute…" Letha whirled toward the door. A brawny big hulk was leaning against it.

"Too late to change your mind, sweetheart. The guys are all counting on you."

"We're gonna do more than count on her," someone else said with a wicked cackle of laughter.

"Let's get her into the bedroom and make her ready," said the guy who answered the door. He was a craggy-faced six-footer with unruly blonde hair and a rampant bulge that threatened to break the crotch of his designer jeans. "My name is Dick Williams," he said. "LONG Dick Williams, the guys call me. I'm going to be Rich's best man at the wedding, so I get you when you've taught him a few tricks."

Letha shivered. Fifteen horny young males were more than she bargained for. About fifteen times more! They swarmed around her, all excited, pushing and shoving, forcing her into the bedroom in a tide of male flesh.

A big waterbed dominated the room. It had been stripped of sheets, blankets and the mattress pad – right down to the clear, gleaming vinyl of the water bag.

"We knew there'd be a lot of jism spilled tonight, so I made the bed easy for clean up. Op your back, baby. The chains are waiting."

"Chains? What chains?"

"That was part of the deal. Rich's old man paid an extra fifty for a lady who likes it rough."

"No, I don't want – I mean, you don't understand! Stop pushing me! Leave me alone. Ooooh!" She fell back screaming and sprawled across the bed.

"The S amp;M whores all put up a little fight first," some guy said. "It's part of the act. You know, like they don't really want it."

"I don't!" Letha cried. But four sets of rough male hands had grabbed her arms and legs, spreading them wide toward the corners of the bed.

"This has gone far enough!" she cried.

Other hands tore at her clothes. The tube-type clinging top and her mini-skirt were both unceremoniously yanked off.

Naked except for her high black boots, Letha struggled in vain. Four lengths of silvery stainless steel chain ran from the sturdy bedposts. Two at the head ended in manacles sized to fit a woman's slender wrists. They snapped shut with a bone-chilling clank. She kicked and struggled uselessly against the strength of two leering young men who stood at the foot of the bed. They held her flailing legs wide apart and napped larger locking bands around her booted ankles.

"Guys!" she protested, half out of breath, "Let me go! I'm not the whore you're expecting. I'm a librarian!"

That brought a raucous peal of laughter from the men. Long Dick Williams laughed louder than most. "A librarian!" he howled. "That's funny! That's real funny!"

"It's true!"

"Yeah? Well, check-out this little volume!" Long Dick opened his fly and hauled out the prick that earned him his nickname.

"Ooooh, my God! They should have called you Killer!"

Fourteen other young males ringed the bed, all of them pulling down zippers and digging out cocks. Long ones, short ones, thick and thin. Letha's eyes darted nervously from one to another. There had to be ten feet of throbbing, hot prick in the room. And every inch of it was cumed at her.

"God damn!" Long Dick exclcumed. "Check out her cunt hair. It's soft and silky as mink!"

"Well, Mr. Sims said he was going to hire the best pussy in town for his son's pre-nuptial initiation," said another brawny young male with wavy black hair and a lewd grin. He and Long Dick were both running their hands over Letha's mink-collared cunt.

"I could get off just sliding my cock around in her minky black muff," Long Dick told them.

"Why don't you?" someone suggested.

"Yeah, why not? That won't fuck up her pussy for our virgin boy." Long Dick climbed up on the bed between her chained legs. He looked at her sharp-jutting tits and their rosy nipples, tensed hard. "A couple of you other guys want to rub your cock on her budding tit crowns."

There was a lot of pushing and shoving on both sides of the bed before it was decided who would have that pleasure. Naturally, it turned out to be the two biggest guys in the room well-hung hunks with bulging muscles and hard swollen cocks near the equal of Long Dick's awesome prick.