Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

The boys could see the heavy creaming of her swiftly reamed cunt, see the slow swelling and moistening of her pink pussylips as Kris balled her closer and closer to another come. She was loving the way he fucked her, she was going to succumb again to her uncontrollable lust, and these leering boys were going to see it all…

"Oh, God!" Kay sobbed. "Ohhh! Aaahhhh!"

"You like it, baby?" Rick said roughly. "My cock feel good?"

"Oohhh, yes!" she screamed. "Yesss!"

Kris didn't have to hold her legs apart when she came. Kay spread them herself, as wide as she could, wanting to take his stiff pounding dick all the way into her cunt. She was aware of nothing but the body-racking pleasure that shook her, and she wailed shamelessly in the spasms of her climax.

The next thing she knew, Kris gasped and began shooting stinging jets of jism into her convulsing twat. She felt the spunk boiling in her box, flooding out to wet the chair beneath her. Then his limp meat slipped from her soaked cunt, and the blond boy jumped to his feet. Like Rick, he apparently considered it unmanly to linger in her body after he came.

By the time Kay caught her breath and focused her eyes again, the boys were dressed and heading for the door. They had fucked her, they were temporarily sated, and they were off on some other adventure.

"See you tomorrow, cunt," said Rick.

"No!" Kay sobbed. "Oh, no! Please, haven't you had enough? Can't you leave me alone?"

The gang halted, and Rick turned around to glare menacingly at her.

"Now, listen, bitch," he said, "I don't even wanta hear you say that again. Dig? You ain't getting out of this. Unless you want us to fink on you, you better have that hot cunt of yours ready for us whenever we want it. Any time of night or day, you be ready to fuck. You understand?"

Kay nodded. The gang left, and she burst into frantic sobbing. Her worst fears had been realized – they would never let her go. They would continue to use her, humiliate and degrade her, as long as she remained in Ferndale. She could leave town, of course, and find work in another state, far away from Rick and his hoodlum friends – but she had worked for almost a decade to become head of the library, to attain her present salary and status. Why should she give up her career, her hard-earned position, for that gang of punks?

Yet her alternative was to do any dirty thing they asked, to fuck and suck four sadistic punks any time they wanted it.

It was four o'clock the next afternoon, and in the deserted library Kay was backed against a wall, desperately trying to fend off Danny. In his desperation to have her again, the boy had overcome his shyness and was frantically embracing her, kissing her, pleading with her.

"Please, Miss White," he said, "don't do this to me. I love you. I can't stand it when you treat me like this. Please don't push me away."

Kay couldn't help the tears of shame that flooded her dark eyes. The boy was sincere. He really cared for her, and she was very fond of him. It was cruel to deny him a lay after she'd thrown herself at him and seduced him. But she was determined never to screw Danny again. He was too good, too clean and fine, for a woman like her. Her experience with the gang had taught her the depths of her own depravity, her wickedness – and if she couldn't save herself, she could at least save Danny.

"Danny," she said, pushing him away, "this is for your own good, believe me. Our relationship is all wrong. You should date girls your own age, fall in love…"

"Bullshit!" Danny cried, his handsome face red with anger. "I love you! You're the only one I want – and I thought you wanted me!"

"No," said Kay. "It's over, Danny. I like you very much, and I think you're a wonderful, talented boy, but I won't have an affair with you. Now, please – if you care for me at all, let me go."

He cast her a heart-broken look and fled from the room. Kay hated herself for hurting him, but she knew that in the long run it was the right thing to do. She had to break off with Danny before she tainted him with her own wickedness.

Shaken and pale, Kay drove home. She didn't think she could face another fuck-session with Rick and his gang, not today. She wanted to be alone, to think.

She didn't bother to go into the house. She just parked the car in the driveway, got out, and strode swiftly down the street. There was a small city park nearby where she could walk and think. If Rick and his gang came to her house looking for another gang-bang and found her gone, that was just too bad…

There weren't many people in the park at that hour, and Kay walked along swiftly, finally leaving the trail and wandering through the pleasant woods till she came to a little mossy-floored clearing where she'd often gone, in happier days, to read and meditate. She sank down with a sigh, pressing her hot face against the cool springy moss.

"My God," she said to herself, beginning to weep softly, "what am I going to do?"

She didn't hear them coming. She was alone, and then suddenly they were all around her. Rick, Mel, Kris, and Terry hemmed her in, towering over her, glaring.

"That wasn't too smart, baby," Rick growled. "You shouldn't of tried to run away. Now you're gonna pay for it."

They had followed her, of course. How stupid she'd been to think she could shake them! They must have been waiting near her house when she got home…

"Please," she said, her voice shaking, "don't hurt me…"

Rick slapped her hard across the face. It felt as if he'd snapped her neck, and she fell back on the ground, stunned and hurt.

"That's for running away," he hissed. "You try it again, and you'll get hurt worse. You understand?"

"Yes," Kay sobbed.

"Get her clothes off," Rick snapped.

Kay felt rough, eager hands stripping the clothes from her defenseless body. She knew there was no point in fighting. She couldn't overcome four strong teen-age boys, and Rick would only hurt her again.

She wept in shame as they stripped her, and she blushed deeply when they laughed and sniggered while Mel tugged off her panties. The leering wormy-white boy held up her delicate lacy blue panties for everyone to see, then stuffed them in his pocket.

"I'll just keep these for a souvenir," he said, giggling shrilly.

Kay lay naked and exposed on the mossy ground of the city park, her big tits heaving, her glossy black beaver catching the glint of the sun. The boys stood around her, ogling her opulent body, grinning in horny anticipation.

Kay wished to God she'd stayed at home. At least in the privacy of her living room there was no chance of being seen by some passerby.

The same thing seemed to be on Terry's mind. The red-haired punk said nervously, "Hey, what if somebody sees us? We could get in big trouble."

"Don't sweat it," said Rick. "There's only one way into his clearing, and three of us can stand there so nobody can see her."

"Who gets to go first?" Mel said eagerly.

"Guess," Kris said dryly. "Who always gets to go first?"

"Well, I got a surprise for you this time," Rick said. "I ain't gonna go first. I decided I'd rather watch you guys screw her for a while. Why don't you toss a coin?"

His followers looked surprised, and Kay herself felt instant suspicion. This wasn't like Rick. He always hogged the best things for himself. Somehow, letting the others fuck her first was going to benefit him. In some kinky, bizarre way, Rick was going to get what he wanted.

"Well, shit," said Terry, fishing a coin from his jeans, "if that's how you want it, that's okay with me. How about you, Mel?"

"You guys go ahead and toss for it," said Mel. "I'll wait." He, too, sensed that Rick was up to something.

They tossed, and Terry won. Grinning triumphantly, he slipped down beside Kay and began to undress. "Lucky you," he told the blushing woman. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby…"