Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

She did, indeed. Kay clenched her lips and vowed to remain silent. This was a horrible thing, but considering Rick's sadistic mind, she was getting off lucky.

There was silence in the room except for the light panting of the boys. All eyes were glued on Kay's wet hair-fringed pussy as Rick began to wedge the thick steel butt of the flashlight into her defenseless cunt-mouth. Her pink pussylips were grotesquely stretched by the thick handle, but by twisting it, Rick managed to insert it in her hole. Then he began slowly pushing it into her snatch.

"Aahhgg!!" Kay wailed.

The thing was icy-cold and very, very thick. Perhaps it was the coldness that made her cry out, the shock of the initial freezing penetration. Certainly it wasn't the pain, for there was no pain. To Kay's relief, her elastic cunt muscles expanded enough to take the thing in without tearing.

The panting gang of boys huddled close around her, grinning fiendishly as they watched Rick slowly pushed the long, thick, gleaming flashlight handle up her quaking cunt-hole. At last he had it in as far as it would go, almost to the head, and Kay felt the cold metal against the end of her twat.

"Christ, her cunt's a mile long!" snickered Terry.

"I didn't think you'd get the whole thing in," said Mel wonderingly.

The boys continued to pass remarks, but Kay was almost beyond hearing them. Rick began to work the long metal handle in and out of her cunt, reaming and stuffing her snatch thoroughly with every thrust, and the thick penetration of her wet cunt made an obscene slurping and sucking sound that reverberated through the empty library.

The boys laughed raucously, and Kay blushed deep red. Never in her life had she felt so ashamed, so exposed. The worst was yet to come, however. Not many moments had passed when she realized, with an even deeper blush, that the damned thing felt GOOD!

Kay sobbed, half in shame and half in frantic lust, as Rick fucked the long steel handle faster and faster in her boiling pussy. Her cunt began to cream furiously, making the noise of the thing even more lewdly wet and squishy. The boys were delighted.

"Christ," Mel chortled, "I think she's getting off on it!"

"She'd get off on a telephone pole," Rick said cruelly. "She acts frigid, but our dear little librarian's been keeping a secret. She's got hot pants just like all chicks. They're all the same."

Kay thought his philosophy was a crock of shit, but that was the least of her concerns just then. The steady, deep lunges of the flashlight handle in her seething wet cunt were bringing her closer and closer to a desperately needed climax. The boys would know, of course. They'd see her coming, they'd taunt her – but she didn't care. She had to come. Rick's devilish schemes had kept her frustrated and horny all evening, and she could hold out no longer. She suddenly gave a hoarse wail as the delicious spasms began.

"Ahhh!" Kay moaned. "Oohhhh!"

The lush-bodied older woman arched her crotch to get maximum friction from Rick's improvised dildo, and gushes of steamy pussy-cream shot from her climaxing cunt.

The boys howled with laughter as they watched her come. It was a sweet revenge to watch her face go twisted with lusty release, to see her big boobs wobbling furiously, as she brought herself off on that Goddamned flashlight handle. Too much, too fuckin' much!

Rick kept his promise. He brought her off, and he let her come. His face a twisted mask of sadistic enjoyment, he fucked the cold flashlight steadily in her convulsing cunt until the last spasm of her climax had passed. Then he dropped the flashlight on the floor, leaped onto the desk, and jammed his erect prick into Kay's gasping mouth.

It was over in a second, and she thanked God for that. Rick had gotten so aroused from frigging her with the flashlight that he'd hardly poked his cock in her mouth before he came.

He gasped and shuddered, and then she felt the sticky strong load of his jism on her tongue. She swallowed it all, rather than choke on it, and as soon as he finished coming, Rick jerked his limp meat from between her wet lips. He climbed shakily off the desk, trying to show no emotion.

"Untie her," he snapped. He shot Kay a look of contempt and said, "Get dressed, cunt."

Her wrists and ankles ached from the tight rope, but Kay dressed as fast as she could. Her torture was over, and she was free. The gang would, of course, threaten to visit her again tomorrow, and she'd meekly agree – only by then she'd be gone. She didn't know where she was going yet, except that it would be far away, where they'd never find her. She finished dressing and headed for the door.

"Just where do you think you're going, bitch?" Rick shouted.

Kay turned and gawked at him. "I'm going home," she said. "You're finished with me for tonight, aren't you?"

"Oh, no," Rick almost purred, and his dark eyes gleamed savagely. "Oh, no, we ain't through with you. Not by a long shot. You're coming with us, to my place. We're gonna make a night of it."

Icy fear gripped her heart, but Kay managed to keep her voice steady. "That's very risky," she said. "What if your parents come home and find us?"

Rick laughed. "No way. They're gone for the weekend. So you an' me an' my buddies'll have the place all to ourselves. Imagine that, teach. Three whole days of fun…"

They left her car in the school parking lot and drove off in Rick's souped-up red Ford. Na one saw Danny crouching in the shadows next to Kay's car, but Danny saw the gang leading her away, driving off. He saw Mel slyly copping a feel of Kay's delicious ass as they got into Rick's car, and the boy's heart flamed with jealousy. So this was why Miss White didn't want him any more…

Danny had been determined to find out the real reason behind Kay's sudden rejection of him. She'd been so hot for him, and he didn't accept her explanation for suddenly turning off. It wasn't a matter of age, he knew that now. He'd waited for her to get off work, he was going to demand a talk – and then he saw her going off with Rick and his gang. No, it wasn't a matter of age. She just got more action from four guys than from one, that was all. Well, he wasn't going to just disappear, to give up without telling her what he thought of her. She couldn't treat him like that. Danny jumped on his bicycle and set out in pursuit.

During the short drive to Rick's house, Kay wanted to cry, but no tears came. She felt numb, washed out, drained of all emotion. She'd been through too much in the past few days, and now she was like a zombie. She knew that hideous things awaited her at Rick's house. The gang would have perfect freedom to do whatever they wanted to her. Somewhere in her heart she was afraid, terrified, yet the emotion couldn't surface. She was numb, so numb…

Rick lived in a run-down section of Ferndale, a scrubby neighborhood of small clapboard houses. It was Friday night, and loud parties were going on up and down the block. One more party wouldn't be noticed. No one even glanced in their direction as Rick and his buddies hustled Kay out of the car and into the house. She could expect no help from these people.

"You sure they ain't coming back?" Terry said nervously as Rick closed the front door and locked it.

"Yeah, I'm sure," said Rick. "They went to see my grandmother, and she lives in Ohio. They can't make it back till Sunday night. Relax."

Mel, who apparently knew the house well, headed straight for the kitchen and took a six-pack of beer from the refrigerator. He started passing it around, and the boys chugged the stuff.

Kay was frightened. They apparently meant to get drunk fast, to get very drunk – and Rick's next words confirmed it.

"That beer'll do for openers," he said, "but I got something better to chase it with." He reached behind the sofa and took out a bottle of whiskey.