Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

Kay was so exhausted, she couldn't get up. She just lay there on the rug, her long legs lewdly spread, a river of thick jizz seeping from her raw-rubbed cunt. She endured the boys' parting leers, then began to sob as they walked out the door.

She had plunged into a nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape. They'd seen her I fucking Danny, and the price of their silence was to use her body again and again, in any lewd way they wanted. It was horrible – and yet she had enjoyed getting screwed by them. She hated being I their slave, and yet she couldn't forget the wild pleasure they'd given her. Especially Mel and that giant prick of his. That enormous prick…

At work the next day Kay managed to avoid Danny. The quiet boy cast her glances of longing and bewilderment, but Miss White behaved as if he didn't exist. Kay left a very unhappy assistant behind when she went home for the day.

It wasn't that she disliked or resented Danny. She liked him very much. It was only that she was preoccupied and worried about the mess she'd gotten herself into with Rick and Mel. She hardly felt like screwing Danny while that cloud was hanging over her head. When Kay got home, the first thing she did was mix herself a stiff drink. She had a feeling she'd be needing the pleasant numbness which the alcohol induced.

Kay downed her drink, mixed another, and changed from her work clothes into a flowing floor-length lounging dress. She didn't do it to please Rick the Mel, those dirty little punks, but merely to relax her body after its all-day-confinement in formal clothes. As the minutes dragged on, she grew more nervous in spite of the drinks. She felt sure that the gang hadn't let her off the hook yet, and perhaps she could face that. But how would she behave? Would she again reveal the incredible depths of her lust by responding to their crude fucking? Would she make a fool of herself by showing just how much she liked getting screwed? Kay shuddered. She didn't think she could bear that humiliation…

A car motor roared, and then there was the squeal of brakes as a souped-up red '62 Ford stopped in front of her house. Kay felt her face going red even as her limbs felt chilled and stiff. She saw Rick and Mel getting out of the front seat – but they weren't alone.

Kay gawked in horror as she watched two other boys get out of the back seat, boys who were part of Rick's gang. She knew them quite well. There was Kris, a handsome, tanned beach-boy type with long blond hair, and Terry, a red-haired runt who made up for his small size with a belligerent attitude that terrified most of his teachers.

Kay realized that she would have to fuck all those boys.

The doorbell rang, and Kay could hear sniggering and shuffling on the front porch. She wanted to die. Like a zombie she walked to the door and opened it. She was greeted by lewdly grinning faces. She blushed hotly and stepped aside as the boys entered. Rick came last, closing the door and locking it. He winked at Kay.

"Well, hello there, Miss White," he said nastily. "Bet you just couldn't wait for us to get here, huh? We woulda been earlier, but we had to pick up a couple of buddies. I'm sure you don't mind us bringing 'em along."

There was nothing she could say to his crude remarks, nothing she could do to prevent the outrage shortly to occur. Kay walked quietly into the living room and waited for the torture to begin. The boys had seated themselves in her comfortable overstuffed chairs, and Kris was the first to speak. His dark-blue eyes sweeping over her lush figure, he laughed, shook his head, and said, "I really don't believe it. I still think you guys are putting us on."

Terry, the red-haired runt, studied Kay hungrily. "I hope to fuck they're not," he growled.

"We ain't putting you on," Mel giggled. "You just wait and see."

"I'll prove it to you," Rick said.

He faced Kay and looked her meaningfully in the eye. She read there his promise of violence, injury, even death, if she did not cooperate.

"Get undressed, baby," he hissed. "Give us a little show."

The others laughed in disbelief – until Kay, sobbing softly, reached for the zipper of her dress. Then there was absolute silence.

She faced four pairs of gawking eyes as she slowly drew down the long back zipper of her flowing gown. She sobbed and shuddered as she let the garment waft down to her ankles, and then she stood before them, gorgeous and statuesque, clad only in her high-heeled slippers and a skimpy pair of black lace bikini panties.

"Holy sheeee-it," said Kris softly.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," said Terry, leaning closer. "Man, she's got the biggest boobs I ever seen."

"Yeah, pretty nice, huh?" Rick said proudly – as if he owned her, as if she were his slave, which she more or less was now.

"Come on, baby," he said, snapping his fingers, "get them shoes and panties off."

Tears of mortification rolled down Kay's dusky cheeks as she kicked off her slippers and reached for the waistband of her skimpy panties. She hated these leering creeps, yet she had to remind herself that it was all her own fault.

She could have died of shame as she slowly lowered her panties, revealed the gleaming black triangle of her beaver to the leering, sniggering boys.

"Yeah, yeah, baby," chanted Terry, "take it off!"

The redhead seemed to be the most vocal of the group, the most pushy and aggressive. Kay noticed that he already had a hard-on swelling the crotch of his jeans. As she let her panties fall to the floor and then stepped out of them, Terry licked his lips, and his homely, freckled face became twisted with savage lust.

"I want me some of that," the boy said huskily. "Oh, man, do I want some of that sweet-lookin' cunt."

"You'll get it," said Rick, "only I don't like wet decks. So I screw her first."

No one disputed him. The boys still didn't quite believe that he and Mel had fucked the school librarian. If he wanted to prove it, if he wanted to go first and take all the risks, that was fine.

Mel, Kris, and Terry lounged comfortably in their chairs, grinning like fiends, while Rick got up and approached Miss White, who was trembling and quietly sobbing. Not one of the boys felt any sympathy or pity for her. She was an authority figure, an enemy, like parents and teachers and cops. All they wanted was to conquer and humiliate her.

Kay knew this, knew that she could expect no mercy from them, and it added to her terror. At that moment she didn't care how many of them fucked her, just so long as they didn't hurt her.

"Undress me," Rick commanded.

Kay didn't hesitate. She could feel, in her imagination, the vicious slap of his hand if she refused to obey. She slipped his T-shirt off over his head, white their audience sniggered and elbowed each other. Again she saw his broad hair-matted chest, his superb physique, which under ordinary circumstances might have excited her powerfully. As it was, she despised this sadistic little teen-age punk.

She went to her knees, her great melon-shaped tits wobbling obscenely, and slipped off his shoes. Then she began to unbuckle his belt, and the raucous laughter grew louder. She unzipped his fly, and his tight jeans slipped down. Kay helped him step out of them, while the other boys guffawed.

His limp pale dangling cock brushed her face, which practically made Terry fall out of his chair with laughter.

"Hey, Miss White," the red-haired punk crowed, "get yourself a taste of that pecker!"

Rick shot him a look of annoyance, but the dark-haired gang leader was still in a good mood for the moment.

"Not a bad idea," he said. "You just do that, baby. Lick my cock."

More delighted laugher, then the gawking boys fell silent, wondering if prim, proud Miss White would actually obey Rick's obscene request. Kay hated to gratify their lewd expectations, but she had no choice in the matter. She'd rather lick a hundred cocks than have her face slapped to a pulp.