Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

"Make us some drinks," he said to Mel. "Make one for our lady friend, too. She could probably use one."

The gang snickered as Mel went to make the drinks. They settled into chairs, leaving Kay standing uneasily in the center of the tiny living room, and Rick turned on the radio to a loud rock station. Mel returned in a moment with tall glasses, clinking with ice, and passed them around.

The drink was half-whiskey, but Kay gulped it down greedily. Rick was right, she needed it. She desperately needed something to get her through the next few days of torment. Rick's parents wouldn't be back for forty-eight hours. She didn't know if she could survive that long.

Rick waited till she drained her glass, then snatched it from her. He turned the radio up louder and settled back in his chair.

"Time for some entertainment," he said, grinning cruelly at Kay. "You're gonna dance for us, baby. And you're gonna strip. Make it real professional, okay?"

The boys hooted and applauded, while Kay blushed hotly. Rick always thought of some way to humiliate her. She knew better than to argue, however. Alone in that house with four husky boys, she didn't have a chance of fighting her way to freedom. Blushing with shame, she began to sway to the blaring rock music, and her trembling fingers fumbled on the buttons of her blouse…

The boys watched, mesmerized, and for once they were silent. No hoots, no crude remarks, no taunts – only four pairs of gleaming eyes focused on Kay's swaying, statuesque body. In the soft yellow light of the little room, they rediscovered something they'd forgotten. Kay White was beautiful.

She was tall, elegantly shaped, and graceful, a dream of a woman who moved well to the music and hypnotized them with her sensuously curved, undulating body. Her dark hair fell in thick gleaming waves almost to her waist, swinging as she danced, and her marvelous tits jutted out strong and defiant, quivering lightly with each movement.

The cruel hard faces of the gang members softened for a while as each attended to his private thoughts. Secretly each one of them had yearned for a woman like this, a gorgeous older woman who epitomized mature ripe femininity. They had fantasized such a woman for a long time, and now she was theirs.

Kay could see the effect she was having, and it perversely pleased her. She added more sensuous movements to her dance, and she undressed with tantalizing slowness. For a brief time, she had the power, and she meant to enjoy it. The whiskey had helped relax her, too.

She danced easily and well, and she stripped off her clothing, piece by piece, with graceful and enticing movements. She shrugged lightly out of her blouse and tossed it aside, and all eyes were focused on the ripe, swelling cleavage of her big boobs as they quivered in the tight confinement of her bra. Next she unzipped her skirt and let it slither to the floor, then deftly kicked it away.

She swayed before the pop-eyed boys in her skimpy black lace bra and panties, like some adolescent erotic fantasy come to life. She saw Mel licking his lips, and even silent stern Kris leaned forward in his chair to watch her. She kicked off her black high-heeled shoes, then reached behind her to unhook her bra.

When she tossed her bra aside, there was a collective gasp. Her huge, olive-skinned tits tumbled free of their confinement, great long melon-shaped boobs that swung heavily as she danced. She was shameless now.

She put her hands on her hips and jutted her chest out defiantly, shaking her big tits like some taunting whore. Her white teeth flashed, her dark hair swirled wildly, and she shook her great brown-nippled tits at her gawking audience, making them bounce and jiggle obscenely. Terry, without taking his eyes off her, began to rub his bulging crotch.

Kay slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and began to slip them down with mischievous slowness. The boys leaned far forward in their chairs, and Mel spilled his drink without even noticing it.

She inched the lacy garment down, and dark gleaming pussy curls began to spring into view. She twirled around, presenting her back to her audience, and tugged her panties down a little more, revealing the pale melons of her ripe buttcheeks. She turned again and drew the skimpy garment down over the gleaming black bush of her beaver, thrusting her belly forward obscenely.

Mel was panting loudly now, and the other boys were flushed and gawking. Kay skinned the tight panties down her long shapely legs and kicked the tiny garment aside. She stood before the boys in naked splendor, haughty and defiant. The drink had made her bold, and she felt almost good.

But Rick had to spoil it. He had to break the mood. "Show us some pussy!" he called. "Show us a little meat, baby!"

Well, to hell with him. If he thought he could embarrass her, intimidate her, he was wrong. Fortified by the whiskey, Kay felt up to anything. Laughing, she spread her long legs lewdly wide and jerked her hips back and forth in a crude humping motion, giving the gawking boys tantalizingly brief glimpses of her stiff red clit and the plump, moist pink lips of her pussy. She whirled around and shook her pale round ass at them, revealing the hair-fringed scarlet line of her slit. She could hear all of them panting now, even Rick.

But Rick didn't like to be controlled, to feel helpless emotion. He leaped to his feet and turned down the radio, breaking the spell.

"Nice, baby, real nice," he said, "but it's time for some action."

"I'm here to tell ya," sighed Terry. "My cock's so hard, I think it's gonna burst."

"Who gets to go first?" panted Mel.

"Yeah," Kris said belligerently, "you gonna make us wait again?"

Rick waved his hands for silence. "No problem," he said. "Nobody has to wait this time. We'll fuck her all at once."

"WHAT!" came the startled exclamations.

Mel giggled and shook his head. "Now how the hell you gonna work that?" he said.

"Figure it out," Rick said impatiently. "Or do I have to show you?"

"Yeah, show us," said Kris dryly. "We're dummies."

Rick sighed. "Okay, okay. But a third-grader could figure it out."

He approached Kay, and she automatically started to back away from him. She knew that look in his eyes, knew it all too well. That steely glint, that cruel penetrating stare, told her that Rick had devised some new torture for her, some new twist to shame and humiliate her.

Rick seized her wrist painfully tight and dragged her back to the center of the room. He twisted her arm and forced her to her knees. The beautiful naked librarian sank down with a gasp of pain, her big pale tits shaking heavily. Then Rick glanced at his buddies and settled on husky, barrel-chested Kris.

"Get over here," he commanded. "I need you to start."

The blond walked to the center of the room. Kay noticed that his pale cock was hard as a rock, standing straight up and hugging his flat belly. Kris wasn't cringing, like Mel. He looked at his leader with calm curiosity.

"Yeah?" he said. "What do I do?"

Rick leaned over and whispered something to him, and Kris grinned.

"Well, all right!" he laughed. "That sounds far-out!"

Kay wished they would give her some warning, some idea of what was to happen. As Kris knelt down beside her, she had no idea what he intended. He seemed more animated, more excited than usual, which told her that Rick must have thought of something really special – something kinky enough to arouse even stem, silent Kris.

"On your knees, cunt," said Rick. "Get that pretty little ass up in the air."

His lewd instructions made the other boys snicker. Flushing, Kay obeyed, getting onto her hands and knees, raising her superbly round butt. She heard Kris breathing heavily behind her. Then she felt his hard hands on her hips as he steadied himself in the act of mounting her. Her pussy grew hot with longing. Kris wasn't a sadist like Rick, a creep like Mel. He was a handsome boy, and she wouldn't at all mind a nice stiff fucking from him. Thanks to the whiskey, she'd lost a lot of her inhibitions, and she figured she might as well relax and enjoy herself. Her cunt-mouth grew hot and wet and eager as she anticipated the first delicious plunge of Kris' hard cock.