Norma Egan - The naughty librarian

Kay sank to her knees before him, her tender nipples brushing the rough cloth of his jeans. Mel leaned forward in his chair to watch, licking his lips with his wet pink tongue.

It occurred to Kay that Mel still had an enormous hard-on, while Rick's cock wasn't even erect – but nevertheless Rick was to fuck her first. No doubt about who the leader was.

"Take down my pants," Rick ordered. Mel, his toady, giggled.

Kay's hands shook as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. She tugged down his tight jeans, and he placed one cold hand on her naked shoulder to steady himself as he stepped out of the garment.

He wasn't wearing shorts.

Right before her eyes, inches away, Kay saw his limp dangling cock, which was olive-skinned like the rest of him. His prick was circumcised, and the soft head of his cock was a dull rose color, while the shaft was wrinkled and pale and blue-veined. At the base of his flaccid dick was a small but thick cluster of black crotch hair, and below the wiry bush hung his balls, two long limp bags of dull pink flesh lightly covered with dark hair. He didn't seem nearly as pure and sweet and delicious as Danny. In fact his cock and saggy balls repelled her.

"Frig me," he said.

Kay knew the word from books, but she had little idea of what to do. Hesitantly she reached out and curled her fingers around his warm, limp dick. The tool felt doughy and lifeless in her hand. She squeezed his rod, but it remained soft and motionless. She began to run her hand up and down the flaccid sausage, but it wasn't easy with so limp a prick. Why wasn't his cock as hard as Mel's? Was it possible that the fearless leader was afraid?

"Play with my nuts, too," Rick said harshly.

Reluctantly, and with loathing, Kay used her free hand to cup his saggy balls. They, too, seemed lifeless. She pumped his soft little prick and rhythmically squeezed his dangling balls, and Rick showed no response whatsoever. Kay became more and more convinced that despite his bravado, Rick was nervous.

"Hey, bitch," he growled, "how many guys you fucked in the library?" As he said it, his cock twitched and she felt a tingling in his balls.

"Only one," she said miserably. "Just Danny."

"That all?" Rick laughed harshly. "How many times you ball him?" Again his prick twitched and his sagging balls swelled a little.

"Just twice," Kay said, her voice catching in a sob of shame.

"Oh, yeah?" Rick's voice was getting stronger, bolder. "You balled many other guys? How many?"

Kay was weeping now. She hated making this shameful confession. "Just one other besides Danny. A boy friend, long ago."

Rick sniggered. "That ain't much. Two guys in your whole life. What's the matter with you, anyhow? Don't you like getting fucked?"

Kay swallowed hard. "Yes, I do, but I haven't had any chances."

"Well, you're gonna get a chance now, baby," Rick chuckled, "all the chances you want."

With every taunt, every lewd remark, his cock and balls swelled tighter. Kay realized that this cruel boy didn't respond to ordinary sexual stimuli. He was so warped that only his own sadistic words could get his prick hard.

"You're gonna get as much cock as you want, baby," he laughed. "Me an' my buddy are gonna fuck you raw."

From his observation place, Mel tittered. "That's right," he said. "We're gonna ball you till you can't walk! We're…"

"Shut up!" said Rick.

Mel obediently shut his mouth as Rick leered down at the full-titted woman who dutifully pumped his cock and balls.

"Lick it!" he hissed. "Lick my cock. Get it nice an' wet."

Kay almost gagged at the thought, but she knew she had no choice. She stuck out her dainty pink tongue and touched it gingerly to the warm rosy surface of Rick's half-limp prick.

His dick tasted strong and salty to her, and again she had to repress the urge to gag. Shuddering, she began running her tongue up and down the silky shaft of his cock.

"Look at that," Rick taunted. "Miss White likes to lick cock! Sure wish we had a picture of this to hang in the library – Miss White licking my dick and loving it!" Mel burst into laughter at this remark.

Rick's self-stimulating jibes at last had their effect. Before her eyes Kay saw his dangling balls swell up taut and fat, drawing upwards to crowd his crotch. She saw his half-limp prick swell into rampant life, going long and thick and stiff. His rising dick rose from under her tongue and snapped up to hug his flat, hairy belly, the head flushing with suffused blood, the slitted mouth of the purplish knob oozing an oily little droplet of juice. Rick snorted lustily and stepped away from her.

"Okay, that's enough," he said. "You ain't very good at it anyhow. Let's have some real action. You lie down and spread your legs for me, teach. Spread 'em wide, just like you did for that guy in the library."

Rick grinned evilly at her, hands on hips, and waited for her to obey him. His taut pale prick was hugging his belly rigidly, and droplets of prick-juice trickled down his bloated shaft.

With a sob of shame, Kay lay down on her back and spread her long shapely legs as wide as she could. The rape was about to begin, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She could have died of humiliation as she opened her pussy for the two grinning boys to see. Her long legs made a wide "V", and her dark beaver opened to reveal her long, gleaming scarlet slit. Nothing was hidden, not even the tiny wrinkled brown mouth of her asshole.

"Take a good look," Rick said to Mel. "That's real grown-up pussy, not like them little girls we been fuckin' around with."

Mel didn't have to be told. He was practically falling out of his chair as he leaned forward to get a good look at Kay's lewdly revealed twat, and his watery eyes glittered almost insanely through the thick lenses of his gasses. He licked his lips, and at the big bulge in his crotch a little wet spot appeared. He seemed almost ready to come in his pants – and Kay sincerely wished he would. It would save her the horror of fucking him.

"Now you just watch, old buddy," Rick said. "I'll show you how a real man fucks."

Kay trembled as Rick knelt down between her lewdly spread thighs. He didn't lower himself onto her or embrace her closely and tenderly the way Danny had. He remained kneeling, not touching or caressing her, as if he wanted no contact between their bodies except cock and cunt.

Not only was she to be raped, she was to be watched.

Rick leered at her, then steered the rigid pole of his dick into her mushy hot gash. Kay groaned in horror as she felt the hard hot head of his prick easing between her plump pussylips, sliding towards the indented mouth of her cunt – but Rick mistook her groan for a sound of lust.

"Yeah, yeah, baby," he said, "don't get impatient. You're gonna get a good hard bellyful of cock in just a second."

Easing his bloated cock-head into the slippery cavern of her cunt-mouth, Rick took a deep breath, then pushed in as hard as he could.

"UUUHHH!" Kay cried.

It wasn't that his dick was so big – it was no bigger than Danny's cock – it was the brutal force of his thrust into her snatch that knocked the breath from her. It was a rape in the truest sense of the word, hard and deep and unrelenting, with no regard for her feelings.

Rick knelt over her, hammering his cock in and out of her tight cunt with all the force and speed he could muster. Her whole lush body was rocked with the force of his attack, and her great plump boobs jigged like huge mounds of jelly.

The brutal ramming and stuffing made their fuck lewdly noisy, and a wet squish-squish sound filled the room. In the background she heard Mel giggling like a hyena. Above her she saw Rick's cruel dark eyes taking in her reactions. It was sordid, sickening, the worst humiliation of her life.