Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

"You want it," he asserted again. "You want it really bad, don't you?"

"Yes, damn you, yes!" Kay screamed. Maybe a truthful answer would shut him up.

Rick laughed harshly. "Well, I'm a nice guy," he said. "Everybody knows that. I don't like to see you suffer, so I'll give it to you, doll. I'll make you come."

She wished it were anyone else but him, although even Rick would do. Anything with a stiff cock would do. She just had to get some relief from her aching horniness. Her hungry cunt contracted again and again, seeking friction, and her horny cream puddled out onto the hard desktop. She waited eagerly for Rick to mount her, to give her the hard, deep fucking she craved.

He only stood there grinning like an ape. "Yeah, baby," he said casually, "I know you're impatient. But I just remembered, my buddy Mel ain't got his yet. I want you to help him get his rocks off first."

Oh, God, not that monstrous prick in her throat again! Kay didn't think she could endure it.

Leering, almost drooling, pale Mel let down his pants and approached her, his mammoth cock waving stiff and heavy before him.

If she could just get that huge dick in her starving cunt instead of her mouth, it would solve all her problems. In desperation, Kay batted her thick dark eyelashes and said in a husky, inviting voice, "Why don't you ball me, Mel? That would be more fun."

"No way," the ugly blond boy tittered. "Like Rick said, you're being punished. No, I got a better idea than balling."

In her terrified imagination, Kay could already feel her throat stretched and stuffed, the horrible gagging sensation that would come when Mel forced his giant cock all the way into her protesting mouth.

She waited, weeping silently, but to her surprise Mel didn't try to feed her his stiff drooling meat. Instead he climbed onto the desk and straddled her quaking belly, not close enough to get his cock near her lips. Giggling insanely, Mel slid his hot hard prick between the quivering mounds of her big tits.

His sweaty hands cupped the big fleshy jugs and squeezed them close together, so that his rigid prick was sandwiched between silky mounds of white titflesh. He began to fuck his long hard cock in the compressed cleavage of her huge wobbling tits.

The other boys snickered and guffawed. "Well, I never heard of that before!" laughed Terry. "Fuckin' her tits – far-out!"

"Most chicks don't have tits big enough for that," said Kris, who was clearly delighted with Mel's kinky idea. "I bet that feels pretty good, huh, Mel?"

"You better believe it!" Mel panted.

His rubbery lips flecked with spit, his pale face breaking into a horny sweat, Mel pumped his blazing-hot hard cock faster and faster between the compressed mountains of Kay's big knockers. It was snug and hot there, and his dripping cock-head made the way wet and slippery.

Kay quivered with horror. The tender flesh of her sensitive tits was being rubbed raw by Mel's monster cock, and every time he thrust forward, she could see the reddish-purple knob emerging from her cleavage, swollen and hard and menacing, oozing sticky slime.

Mel began to whine shrilly as he approached his climax, and he dug his wormy-white ass into her tender belly.

"Oh, Christ!" he whimpered. "Ohhh! Oohhh!"

Suddenly, with a shrill wail, Mel came, and in the split-second of time allowed her, Kay saw the thick white jism spurting from his twitching red cock-head. Then she was blinded with the stuff, getting a faceful of it as Mel howled blissfully and shot load after load of steamy scum.

Kay felt slimy jizz in her eyes, her nostrils, her mouth… With a moan of shame and horror, she tried to turn her head away, but someone behind her – no doubt Rick – held her head steady and forced her to take it all. Some of the cock-juice had squirted into her mouth, and again Kay tasted Mel's strong salty cum and was forced to swallow it.

How much more could they humiliate her? she wondered. What worse thing could they think of than coming all over her face?

She was to get her answer very shortly. Panting, grinning like an idiot, Mel crawled off her, his long pale cock limp and dripping.

"Man," he sighed, "that was something else. You guys oughta try it."

"Maybe we will sometime," said Rick. "But, Jesus, wipe her face off, will you? She's a mess."

Mel took out his hanky, a little dirty now from his own sweat, and mopped Kay's sticky face. She could still feel the congealing slime, but at least she could see. She'd brought off everybody but Rick now. Surely he'd keep his promise and fuck her.

In spite of the lewd thing Mel had just done to her, Kay was still hotly aroused and frantically horny. Her fiery-hot cunt ached for a fuck, for the rough probing presence of a stiff cock, any cock…

To her relief, Rick approached her, unzipping his jeans. She saw his rigid prick pop into view. Naturally he'd gotten a tremendous hard-on from watching Mel's kinky performance – things like that really excited Rick.

Kay knew this and despised him for it, yet she desperately wanted him to fuck her. She didn't care who he was, as long as he had a hard cock.

When Rick let down his pants, revealing the taut pale shaft of his prick and the swollen furry bags of his balls, her shameless pussy creamed in a hot spurt that puddled out onto the desktop.

They all saw it, of course, and laughed. Kay didn't care. Later she would feel ashamed, guilty… But right now she could only think of getting fucked. She had to have it, she just had to.

Rick didn't climb onto the desk. Instead he turned to Mel and said, "Give me that light."

Mel reached into his heavy leather jacket and took out a large flashlight. The handle was made of cold gleaming stainless steel, and it was about a foot long and three inches in diameter.

Grinning evilly, Rick held the thing backwards, the light pointing towards himself, and aimed the long gleaming handle towards the unprotected mouth of Kay's cunt.

"This oughta bring you off," he laughed.

"No, no!" Kay gasped. "No! Nooooo!"

Kay fought the cruel ropes that bound her to the desk. She twisted and lurched and tugged, but she only succeeded in cutting her wrists and ankles on the heavy cord. She screamed as loud as she could, but there was no one in the building to hear her except the gang of grinning punks who surounded her.

Rick moved closer and closer with the long cruel handle of the flashlight, and his dark eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. His erect prick was drooling a steady stream of cock-juice, testifying to his bizarre arousal.

This guy was so sick, so twisted, that he'd rather torture a woman than fuck her, Kay realized. She was in the clutches of a sexual fiend – but there wasn't a thing she could do about it.

"Great idea, Rick!" said Mel admiringly. He moved closer to watch as Rick moved the flashlight handle closer to Kay's cunt. "She'll never get a cock that big. She really oughta get off on this."

"Hurry, hurry!" Terry panted, moving in closer, too. "I gotta see this."

Kris also moved in for a better view, saying nothing, but his dark-blue eyes focused intently on the long metal shaft of the flashlight as it approached her open snatch.

Kay screamed one more time, in vain. It was no use. All she could do was relax and try to make her cunt muscles slack and yielding. She vowed fervently that when she got away from the gang tonight, she'd leave town. She wouldn't even bother to pack. Now that she knew the gang was capable of torture, she wanted to put a thousand miles between her and them.

"Oh, nooo!" Kay flinched and sobbed as she felt the cold head of steel touching the moist hot flesh of her pussylips. "Please," she sobbed, "you'll hurt me! Please don't do this!"

"Shut up!" Rick snapped. "It could be worse, dig? I could use a chair leg, or maybe my whole arm. You get the idea."