Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

"I have no choice," Kay said dismally.

"Then get dressed," said Rick. "You're coming with us."

Kay drove in a daze through the tree-lined streets of Ferndale, while Rick slouched in the seat beside her and Mel leaned over from the back seat to breathe loudly in her ear. How in God's name had she gotten herself into this horrible predicament? It was shameful enough that she had fucked Danny, but compared to that blot on her conscience, this was real trouble. What would these hoodlums demand of her?

Of course she could have nipped the whole thing in the bud simply by going to the school principal and confessing what she'd done with Danny – only then she'd lose her job, perhaps not even get a recommendation. She would be known all over town as a boy-fucker. Kay didn't think she could stand to have her lusts paraded before the world in that way. No, for the time being at least, she would play along with Rick and Mel. Hopefully they wouldn't demand more than she could bear.

"You just drive on to your house, teach," said Rick. "If anybody asks, we'll say you invited us to a nice little tea party."

Behind her, Mel giggled shrilly. The sound made Kay's blood run cold. When she pulled into the graveled driveway in front of her neat white house, her knees felt rubbery with fear. She trembled as she fitted the key to the front door. Rick noticed and laughed harshly. "Don't get scared, teach," he sneered. "We just want a little of that good stuff you gave Danny."

So that was it! She should have known. The price of their silence was sex, the use of her cunt. Kay wondered how far she'd have to go, and for how long.

When she had closed the front door behind them, Rick locked it, then turned to leer at her. His swarthy features were cruel and unabashedly lusty. "Well, let's not waste time, huh?" he said. "Get your clothes off, lady."

"I-I have to use the bathroom," Kay said. It was true, for in her fright her bladder seemed about to burst.

"Oh, sure!" Rick laughed. "So you can lock yourself in or climb out the window? No deal."

"What good would it do me to escape?" Kay said. "You'd still know what you know. I'd have to face you sometime. Please, I really just want to go to the bathroom."

Rick shrugged. "Aw, okay – but not alone. Mel, go with her. See that she don't pull no tricks."

Kay expected Mel to wait outside the door, but as she entered the bathroom, he went right along with her. She turned to him, blushing furiously, and said, "Aren't you going to wait outside?"

Mel giggled, and his piggish little blue eyes gleamed wetly behind his thick glasses. "Oh, no," he said. "Can't do that. You might try to escape. You just go ahead and pee – don't mind me." He stationed himself in the doorway, leering at her.

Not mind him! Kay had never been so embarrassed in her life. But there was nothing she could do about it. She just had to relieve her bladder. Blushing deeply, she lowered her panties and squatted over the toilet, keeping her eyes down so as not to see the look on Mel's ugly face. The stream of pent-up piss was thunderous, and she could have died of embarrassment.

When she had finished, she looked up and saw that Mel's face was pink and sweaty with horny excitement. Apparently he really got off on watching her piss. She noticed, too, that the front of his jeans was bulging with a stiff hard-on.

"I'm finished," she said stiffly.

Mel grinned lewdly. "Okay, let's get back. I bet Rick's thought of somethin' real fun for us to do."

In the living room Rick had wasted no time. He'd found her liquor cabinet and was enjoying a glass of expensive Scotch. When he saw Mel and Kay returned, he tossed it off in one swallow and approached the pale, trembling librarian.

"Okay, baby," he snapped, "strip!"

Two times in her life Kay had undressed quickly and eagerly in a fit of lust, but this cold-blooded stripping act made her feel awkward and ashamed. The two leering boys flopped into comfortable chairs to watch her, and she felt speared by a thousand eyes instead of four. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned her blouse, and she had a difficult time unhooking her bra. At last she got it off and dropped it to the floor, and her huge tits sloped into their natural jutting position. Mel made a wet gurgling sound in his throat.

"Man, oh, man!" he exclaimed. "Will you look at them tits of hers! You ever see any knockers that big before?"

"Yeah, at the circus," Rick said dryly, "but they weren't as nice as these." He looked hungrily at the great melons of Kay's tits and the dancing, light-brown nipples that quivered with the gentle bobbing of her big jutting boobs.

Kay blushed hotly and began to work the zipper of her skirt. She tugged it down, and the garment wafted softly down around her trim ankles. She stepped out of it and stood there before the grinning boys clad only in her black high heels and her lacy pink bikini panties.

She felt like a whore, an exhibitionist, and she wanted to drop through the floor with shame. As she stepped out of her shoes, she stumbled a little, and her huge plump boobs wobbled violently, making the boys laugh raucously.

Her face red with shame, Kay began tugging down her panties, her last vestige of clothing. Four hungry eyes were glued to her taut belly as the lacy garment inched downward, and when springy black pussy hairs began to pop into view, she could hear the boys breathing harshly.

"Nice snatch," Rick said. "Not too big, not too small. Just right."

Kay awkwardly tugged her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, bending so low that her long melonlike jugs almost brushed the rug. She was naked now, she could hide nothing, and she blushed red as she straightened up and stood before her captors.

Mel still had a grotesque cock-bulge in the crotch of his jeans, and Rick was looking at her as if she were a platter of fried chicken made specially for him.

My God, she thought, I'm going to be raped! Raped. Me!

It just couldn't be happening. Yet it was, and it was her own damned fault. If only she'd been able to control herself with Danny, none of this would have happened…

"Nicest-looking librarian I ever saw," Mel tittered.

"Yeah, a great body," Rick agreed. "We really lucked out today, old buddy. But let's not waste any more time. I'm gonna get me some of that good librarian pussy."

Mel giggled shrilly at his leader's lewd remark, but Rick wasn't even smiling as he rose and approached the trembling older woman. His face was cold, almost sadistic, and Kay quickly realized that he really didn't like women. He liked to fuck them, humiliate them, abuse them – but as human beings they counted for nothing with him.

Kay warned herself to be very careful, not to anger him. A young man like Rick would think nothing of beating her senseless if she displeased him. She just prayed that he wouldn't hurt her.

"Hey, bitch!" Rick snapped. "You remember last year when you chased me out of the library? You said I was being too noisy."

Kay remembered. She remembered her anger and the way she'd ordered him out of the room, the cold look of resentment on his swarthy face. "Yes," she said weakly, "I remember."

"Well, I'm getting back for that now," said Rick.

"Undress me."

She didn't want to touch him. She'd rather have touched a rattlesnake. But she didn't hesitate. She didn't want to be hurt.

She moved close to him and reached for his T-shirt. As she raised it over his head, she caught the scent of his sweat and saw the thick matting of black hair on his tan chest. He was well-built, she had to admit that. If she hadn't hated him so much, she might have enjoyed his body. She removed the T-shirt, rumpling his thick black hair.

"All right – on your knees!" Rick barked.