Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

Sobbing, she leaned forward and stuck out her little pink tongue. It touched lightly at the thick-furred base of Rick's limp dangling meat, and she felt scalding contact. His cock was hot and throbbing even though it wasn't erect yet.

Closing her eyes to avoid the ugly sight of his blue-veined dick, Kay began to run her slippery little tongue steadily up and down the doughy shaft of his flaccid prick. She felt the hot tool bouncing lightly under her touch, and she knew she must present a lewd spectacle to the boys. They were giggling crazily as they watched their dignified school librarian licking Rick's flopping white prick.

"How's his cock taste, Miss White?" crowed Terry.

"I bet she digs his meat," said Kris, who had been pretty quiet up to now. His voice was husky with lewd delight. "I bet she's always wanted to suck cocks."

"I don't know about that," Mel tittered, "but she sure likes to ball. You shoulda seen her yesterday. Man, she really loved it when we put the prick to her."

"Bullshit," laughed Kris. "You gotta prove that to me. I mean, I just can't imagine…" He broke off, unable to express his wonder at the whole scene. It just didn't seem real.

"You actually caught her fucking that Danny guy?" said Terry. "You ain't shittin' us about that?"

"I'm telling you," Mel said, "we caught 'em screwing right on the floor in the library."

"So now she has to do everything we want, or we fink on her?" said Terry. "Is that the deal?"

"That's the deal," snapped Rick, who was getting impatient with his followers' chatter. "Now will you guys shut up and just watch?"

"Watch you fuck her?" said Kris, laughing in disbelief. "I'll believe that when I see it."

"Then you'll see it," said Rick. "If you want proof, you're gonna get it right now."

He stepped back, and his half-hard prick, gleaming with Kay's saliva, swayed away from her tongue.

"Frig me!" he hissed. "Get my cock up fast." Shuddering. Kay reached out and curled the fingers of both hands around his spit-soaked prick. She gave his rod a swift pumping, thinking how ironic it was that she had to work to give her rapist a hard-on.

It didn't take long. Rick's slim pale cock was soon rigid and straining in her hands, the purplish knob oozing hot droplets of cream.

"On your hands and knees, bitch!" he snarled. "I want you to face them."

Kay positioned herself on her hands and knees, facing her leering audience. She knew why Rick had demanded this, of course. The boys could not only watch her great long jugs wobbling, they could also study her face while Rick fucked her. He didn't miss a trick when it came to humiliating her.

She felt his hot sweaty hands on her quivering hips, and she closed her eyes. At least she didn't have to look at those leering faces while he screwed her.

Grasping her wide hips to steady himself, Rick knelt down between her olive-skinned silky thighs. Roughly he forced her legs a little farther apart, and then he could see the bright scarlet tissues of her hair-fringed slit and the wrinkled, light-brown pucker of her asshole. Between the moist red pussylips was the shadowed mouth of her cunt.

He seized his erect cock and wedged the dripping, blood-suffused knob into the recessed mouth of her dry cunt. Kay wasn't the least bit aroused, and even the initial penetration of his dick hurt her.

She clenched her teeth and vowed not to cry out, not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he caused her pain. She had a feeling that Rick would really get off on pain.

"Uuuhhh!"

Kay couldn't help gasping as the gang-leader thrust his cock into her narrow hole, forcing his rigid tool all the way to the end of her cunt in one cruel plunge. He dug his fingers into the tender flesh of her hips and began to fuck her with brutal force, thrusting into her twat deep and fast and hard. She could feel her tits bouncing violently, her body being shaken by the force of his fucking. His stiff cock was sawing her cunt raw.

"Yeah, put the meat to her!" Terry cried hoarsely. "Ball that bitch!"

"Look at her tits," Mel said wonderingly. "Man, look at 'em shake!"

"Shit, I still can't believe this," said Kris. "Miss White gettin' screwed – too much. Too fuckin' much."

This sort of commentary continued all the time Rick balled her, as if she were an inanimate object, not a human being. Kay could have died of shame. The boys' comments were bad enough, but something even worse was happening – she was beginning to enjoy Rick's savage fucking.

Kay despised the boy, and his initial thrusts in her dry cunt had caused her great pain, yet now she was beginning to like it. She hated herself for this. She felt glowing heat in her invaded pussy, felt her cunt helplessly creaming, and she began to move her hips ever so slightly to receive his deep-driving cock. How could she enjoy this savage rape? What was wrong with her?

She didn't know, couldn't puzzle it out now. She was conscious only of the searing heat and friction as Rick's rigid prick drove relentlessly in and out of her wet, clinging pussy. His cock felt so good, so damned good…

Kay felt herself spinning toward orgasm, getting tantalizingly close to release, when suddenly Rick gasped and she felt the sizzling flood of his jizz filling her cunt. Cheated of her own climax, she was nevertheless thankful that she hadn't come with Rick. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"Frigid bitch!" Rick snapped as he jerked his limp, dripping prick out of her snatch. Clearly he was furious that he hadn't conquered her, hadn't made her crazy with lust for him. "Somebody else can fuck her," he growled, striding off to a chair.

"Well, I will," said Terry.

No one challenged him, and the runty red-haired boy approached her eagerly. Kay had fallen on her side, sobbing quietly, and she put up no resistance as the homely punk rolled her over onto her back. She felt his hot sweaty hands playing hungrily with her big creamy jugs, while the other boys giggled and passed lewd remarks.

"You got great boobs, sweetheart," Terry said. "I never seen tits so big before."

Kay didn't respond, didn't even open her eyes. It seemed ludicrous that she was about to get fucked by this guy, the kind of troublemaking hoodlum she kicked out of the library every day.

She felt Terry crawling onto her lush hot body, and she shivered with disgust. He was very sweaty, and he was so short that when he lay on top of her, his greasy red head was cushioned on her tits.

She felt his sharp, hard prick nosing blindly between her legs and realized that his adolescent cock couldn't have been more than four inches long, and it was pathetically skinny. Kay had the feeling, though, that Terry would compensate for this failing, just as he compensated for being short and homely.

"Awww, yeah…" sighed Terry.

He had managed to poke his hard little prick into the mushy hot mouth of her cunt, and he felt his meat deliciously enveloped in fiery wet tissue. Penetration was easy, and his cock was quickly sheathed by her snatch, all the way to his taut little balls.

He snorted with pleasure and began to fuck her in a way that surprised Kay. Instead of hammering away at her cunt like a brutal machine, the way Rick had, Terry balled her in long, slow, sensuous strokes that sent fiery jolts of pleasure through her twat. With each slow penetration, he rubbed the rigid shaft of his prick across her sensitive little clit, and within seconds Kay was fully, hotly aroused. Again she was ashamed of herself, but she just couldn't help it. His cock felt good, too damned good…

"Ahhh," she sighed.

Her gawking audience saw a rush of hot cream from her pussy that drenched Terry's slow-driving cock and bubbled out to pool on the carpet. They saw Miss White's dark eyes rolling crazily, saw her wide hips begin to move in time to Terry's fuck-strokes. Her full lips softened in a smile of horny pleasure.