Steve Golden - Line up for the librarian

Vickie felt tremors in his balls. His pouch was quaking in her fist. And suddenly his movements became jerky and uncontrolled, and she knew he was coming. She breathed deeply, tried to concentrate, to prepare herself for the deluge to come. She only hoped she could take it.

"I'm coming! Ohhh, you hot little slut, I'm coning in your mouth!" he roared, throwing back his head. He pistoned back and forth, and his cock gleamed each time it withdrew from her face.

Great sticky wads of jism blasted down Vickie's throat, shooting to her stomach in a flash. It was like being force-fed raw eggs. Again and again and again, her mouth was being filled with steaming paste.

"Gggggglllulggggg!" she gurgled, swallowing rapidly, her neck bobbing with the effort.

"Down your throat! Down your cocksucking throat! All my jism! All my steaming hot jism!" Saunders croaked, shooting out gout after gout of cream.

Vickie's mouth was being pumped full of scalding spunk. Her cheeks ballooned, and white streamers spurted from her mouth. Trails of cum slithered toward her eyes, all silver and gleaming. Strings of cum dripped from his plunging cock and stuck to her face.

"Ggggglllllggggg!" she slobbered, trying desperately to clear her mouth of cum. Her tits heaved and rolled with the effort. Her pretty neck bobbed.

His prick spat out bolt after bolt of the stuff, clogging her throat. And each time he drove forward, he plowed great thick wads of it before him, clear into her spasming gullet. The overflow backed up and splashed from the corners of her shining mouth.

"Eat it all down, that's a good girl!" he encouraged, drilling his cock between her spunk-slick lips. "Swallow all my hot jizz! Suck it to your belly! It's good for you! It's very nutritious!"

Vickie tried her best. Her fist clutched his balls, and she squeezed and tugged at his sac, pumping up the scalding cum. Just how much of the sizzling cum did he have backed up in him anyway? He was spurting quarts of the hot stuff!

"Gggggglllllggggg!" she croaked.

"What a hot little cocksucker! What a mean little cocksucker I've had working for me all this time! And I never knew it! Well, things are going to be different, from now on, huh, slut? From now on I'm going to take advantage of my hot-pants librarian! She's going to suck me off at every opportunity, isn't she? Starting tonight, right? Starting tonight at a hot little party I've arranged! You can suck cock there to your heart's content!"

Vickie wondered vaguely what he was talking about, but she didn't have much time to worry about it. She was far too busy sucking down quarts of cum. She finally had her throat half cleared and was able to swallow the last few spurts of spunk without much effort. It seemed to be over at last. His balls were finally emptying.

"How about it, little whore? How about a cocksucking party tonight? You'll be the guest of honor. You can eat all the cum you want!"

Vickie's head jerked under his last few thrusts and she began to lick his cockshaft clean of jism.

"Gggggggllllhlllggggggg!" she moaned contentedly.

Saunders was quite serious, Vickie learned later, when he spoke of a party that night. She hadn't paid much attention at the time, but it turned out he wanted her to show up at his home around eight o'clock, dressed in her sexiest clothes. He added that she should be prepared to spend the night. She could always refuse to come, of course, but if she did, she'd lose her job.

Vickie didn't want to refuse. She wanted to go to Saunders' house. She wanted to know more about him. In some strange way he fascinated her. Perhaps because she knew now that underneath his cold exterior there was a raging sexual appetite. This made him very interesting in her eyes. Older men, she was learning, were not always what they seemed.

And so she soaked in a hot bath, douched all the cum from her cunt and gargled away all the clogged jism in her throat. It had been a busy day. She dressed herself in her sexiest clothes, as instructed, and took a cab to Saunders' suburban home at the arranged time. She took an overnight bag, prepared to spend the night with her horny boss.

What she wasn't prepared for was the scene in the living room when Saunders ushered her in from the hall. There were four men, besides Saunders, in the lounge area in front of an enormous fireplace. Donald and Frye she knew, of course, but the other two men were absolute strangers. She stared at Saunders, confused, wondering just what was expected of her.

He introduced the two strangers as Jason and Frank as he edged her slyly into the center of the group. They worked in library administration, he explained, and had wanted to meet her for months. She eyed them doubtfully, fairly sure she'd never seen the strangers before. They could easily have been guys that Saunders had picked up off the street.

"Don't look so confused," he went on, stroking her ass. "I said we were having a party tonight, and that's what we're going to have. It's going to be a fucking and sucking party, and you're the main attraction."

Vickie stared at him blindly. Did he really expect her to fuck and suck all five of them? At the same time? In the same evening? One after the other? She stood in the center of the group, and to her dismay they all sat down on the couches surrounding the blazing fireplace and eyed her hungrily. It was as if she were a prize cow on display.

"Don't be shy," Saunders continued. "We're all friends here. I believe you know Donald and Gary very well already, in fact. You can feel quite at home."

The two men in question leered at her lustfully but didn't say anything. She smiled weakly, feeling terribly self-conscious. There was a moment of silence, and she sensed herself being undressed by all five pairs of eyes. She suddenly wanted to get on with it, whatever it was they wanted her to do. If something didn't happen soon, she'd just grow more and more nervous.

"What do you want me to do?" she whispered, looking directly at Saunders.

"Strip for us, to start with," he answered. "I see you wore some of your sexiest stuff, as I recommended. Okay, now take off your clothes and let us see what you've got underneath."

Vickie was glad to be given something to do, even this. She reached for the buttons of her dress, and she slowly undid them. Taking a deep breath, she began to undress.

She really had taken a great deal of care with her appearance tonight and each of the men had his own little erotic fantasy going within minutes of her starting to strip. She had not worn her glasses. Her platinum hair shone brightly and she'd pinned a pretty red rose over her right ear. Her flawless complexion damn near glowed. Both eyelids were heavily daubbed with dark-blue eyeshadow, and her pouty lips glistened with a coating of bright red gloss.

The scarlet dress soon opened and fell away from her amazing body. She flopped it over the arm of a couch and stood quietly before the five horny men, her strip over before it had begun. For there was nothing more she could take off that would help display her any more lewdly. The remaining items of clothing did more to emphasize her sex parts than conceal them.

She wore a black silk harness that was supposed to be a bra. It was no more than two large diamond-shaped holes formed by crisscrossed strings of lace. Her huge tits bulged through the gaps tightly, like misshapen balloons. Because of the way her tits were distorted, her nipples shot up and out like small erect cocks. They pointed far enough up toward the ceiling for a couple of heavy coats to be hung on them.

She wore no panties at all. Her blonde beaver tufted out in a triangle of bushy hair. But around her waist she had a black suspender belt. Dark silk stockings ran all the way up her slender thighs and were attached to frilly straps. She looked like a very classy whore.