Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

Once the initial pain was over, once she was used to that tight, jabbing presence in her tiny asshole, she began to get sharp heady stabs of pleasure from the husky boy's butt-fucking.

It got to feeling better and better, especially when Mel and Kris began fucking in an identical rhythm, both shoving into her cunt and asshole at the same time. With each double plunge, Kay felt dizzying pleasure, hot friction, that melted her crotch and made her want to moan aloud… But she couldn't make a sound, of course. Her mouth was full of two other busy cocks.

She could scarcely believe it, but she was starting to enjoy even that – cocksucking, which she'd always despised. The two poking pricks were warm, silky, rather pleasant to suck, and she found that she didn't mind their heavy presence in her mouth.

In fact the hotter she got, from the doublefucking of her cunt and asshole, the harder and more willingly she sucked on the two pricks that stuffed her mouth. Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth and bathed Terry and Rick's poking peters in fiery warmth. Her sucking grew wet and noisy, a lewd squishing sound that filled the room.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Rick yelped. "Suck that meat! Suck it like you loved it!"

Maybe she did. She might possibly love every weird thing he forced her to do. Kay no longer knew what depths her incredible lust would lead her to. She was frightened of herself. If she could get off on four boys using her body, there was no telling what kinky thing she'd try next…

Her wide hips began working in time with the two stiff rods that filled her belly. She humped furiously, taking in Mel and Kris' plunging pricks as deep as she could.

Mel couldn't go much deeper, for his incredibly long dick was already butting the end of her cunt, but Kris responded to her horny movements by jabbing his hot hard cock deep into her tight asshole – and that stinging plunge jolted her into the first blissful pangs of orgasm.

She gave a loud, wet gurgle, the only noise she could make, and her lush body began to shake as she came.

Helplessly, her throat muscles convulsing, Kay swallowed both cocks that occupied her mouth, and Terry and Rick yelped with pleasure as they felt the fiery slick tightness of her throat closing around their bloated pricks.

Kay felt their combined jism shooting to her belly.

Her climaxing cunt began to contract rhythmically, milking Mel's huge dong, making him come with a shrill squeal. Her narrow asshole went into spasms, squeezing Kris' deeply buried prick so hard that he, too, began to shoot his load. Her body was filled with squirting cocks, steamy boy-jizz, at both ends – and she loved it.

Her body shook violently with pleasure as all four boys came in her at once.

Danny drove his car as fast as he could through the dark night streets of Ferndale, but of course he couldn't go as fast as Rick's souped-up car. Fortunately he saw the direction Rick had taken, towards the "bad" part of town, and guessed where the gang was going. He knew where Rick lived, for he'd once had a paper route in that section.

After a twenty-minute ride, Danny reached the ugly little clapboard house. He stalked silently towards the house. Now that he was there, he really didn't know what he wanted to do. To confront Miss White, to tell her what he thought of her? Yes – but how? He was no match for the four husky gang members. Best to get the lay of the land first.

Danny reached the living-room window and peered cautiously inside. What he saw made his handsome face flush with shock and anger.

Holy Christ, she was taking on all of them at once! Beautiful Miss White, the austere and dignified woman of his dreams, was lying stark naked on the floor, surrounded by panting squealing naked boys.

As far as Danny could make out, Kris was fucking her in the ass, while Mel screwed her cunt, and Terry and Rick had their cocks in her mouth. She was sucking those cocks like crazy, and her lovely wide hips moved hornily to the fuck-strokes of the cocks in her cunt and asshole.

No wonder she'd abandoned Danny! If she craved this kind of action, she needed more than one man.

Danny hung his head. In spite of his disgust and anger, he still loved her. Maybe he could forgive her for all this, win her back. He found himself reluctant to confront her, to break off with her once and for all. He'd wait awhile, see what happened…

Perhaps things were not as he thought. Perhaps Miss White was still his ideal woman after all.

Rick fell back onto the carpet, his dripping limp meat slipping from Kay's mouth. "Whew!" he gasped. "That was far-out!"

"You're tellin' me," sighed Terry, who had also fallen back exhausted on the floor. "But what do we do for an encore?"

Mel slowly withdrew his limp wet prick from Kay's flooded cunt. He wiped his sweaty forehead and pulled off his steamy glasses to clean them.

"Yeah, Rick," he giggled, "that's gonna be a pretty hard act to follow. We got her for the whole weekend, but I sure as hell don't see how you're gonna top this."

Kris, silent as usual, slipped out from under Kay's heaving limp body. He sat close beside her, fondling her damp full boobs, looking down at her with an intent but inscrutable gaze. It made Kay nervous, and she was glad when he went away to find a cigarette.

Meanwhile Rick was responding to his buddies' taunts. "I got something that'll top even this," he said, giggling softly as he thought of it. "Let's take a break, then I'll show you."

Kay was relieved when the boys moved away into the corner and passed around a joint of marijuana which Terry produced from some secret cache. She was so drained and bruised, she could hardly move. Her mind seemed numb again, shocked into insensibility by the thing she'd just been through. Never in her wildest most horny fantasies had she imagined taking on more than one man at once, and now she'd had four.

She'd serviced four boys simultaneously, with her mouth and asshole and cunt, and, even worse, she'd gotten crazily aroused by it. She hated herself. Was she some kind of nymphomaniac, unable to resist a hard cock?

Nevertheless she had to try to get out of this sordid mess. If she could survive this weekend, hold out till the gang let her go, she would leave Ferndale and try to make a new life for herself somewhere else. If they let her go…

The pungent smell of pot wafted across the room, pleasantly invading her nostrils, and she wished that she, too, had something to make her high, something to ease the tension of her body and drown out the voice of her conscience. Suddenly she gasped and started – she hadn't noticed, but Kris had appeared beside her. As if in answer to a prayer, he was holding out a tall glass of whiskey. Kay gawked at him. Kris was hardly the Good Samaritan type. He had to be up to something.

"Take it," he said, thrusting the glass towards her. "I made it for you. I figured you might need it."

What the hell? She didn't care about his motives. She needed the drink badly. She took it from him and almost drained it in one long swallow. Welcome warmth, sweet numbness, began to invade her body almost immediately. Kris watched her intently, and he began to speak in a low voice that the others couldn't hear.

"I don't like sharing my women," he said. "I particularly don't like sharing you with that asshole Rick. Sure, he's older, and he's the leader, but I'm planning on leaving the gang. When I do, I want you to be my woman. If they give us any trouble, I'll take care of them. You and I could have some real fun together. I'm up for anything, and I can tell you are, too. I really liked fucking you in the ass, baby. I got off on that. I'd like to do it again, and I bet you'd dig it…"

He went on like that, a very long speech for silent Kris, describing the bizarre and sadistic things he wanted to do to her. Kay realized, with horror, that Kris was just another version of Rick and less talkative but equally sick. He told how he wanted to form his own gang, and how he wanted Kay to be their communal woman. She almost laughed out loud – though not from amusement. If this was to be her future in Ferndale, to be passed from one teen-age gang to another, she might as well be dead.