Steve Golden - Line up for the librarian

"Here it comes! Here comes the last of the juice!" Saunders wailed. He pumped his aching cock one last time, and it began to spit out thick bolts of silver onto her cunt. Once, twice, three times, the blasts shooting directly onto her cunt flesh, pasting it with scalding spunk.

He hit her erect clit one time, then bathed her puffy outer cuntlips. Then he blasted a jet or two onto her crotch hair. Finally he, too, was pointing his cock upwards. Shot after shot spat up over her belly, flowed into her navel, slithered up between her tits.

He crawled up over her, pumped out a blast that hit her solidly on her left nipple. And then he soiled her already splattered face. He jerked out the last of his jism into her mouth, adding to the already spilling overflow.

"Just what you wanted! Just what you wanted, little girl! A face full of cum! A steaming face full of hot spunk! Ohhh, what a sight you are! What a filthy, obscene sight you are!"

Vickie shone white under the coating of hot spunk. She was covered, from cunt to hairline, with wriggling pools of white. Her cunt oozed it, her belly gleamed with it. Her mammoth tits were as slick with cum as they could be.

Her face was an incredible mess. Thick juicy ropes of silver jizz hung off her hair, drooled down her forehead. Her blue eye shadow had turned a darker shade. Her eyes were two wide circles of quivering cream.

Layers of cum coated her cheeks and dribbled off her chin. One nostril was completely blocked off. Her mouth was a ghostly wash of silver, plugged completely with jism she hadn't yet had time to swallow. It overflowed her scarlet lips and smeared the lower half of her face totally. Heavy white strings of spunk dangled from her chin.

"What a sight! What an incredible sight!" Saunders muttered, the last of his juice pumped out into her face. "You're covered in it! You're fucking, covered in cum! How does it feel? How does it feel to be buried under all that spunk?"

Vickie couldn't answer. It felt kind of neat, in an odd way, but she didn't want to think about it just then. She was too busy trying to clear her mouth and throat of cream. She was too busy trying to breathe through her one clear nostril.

"Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ," Jason said at last, flopping onto his back on the floor. His cock was wilting in his hand. It drooled fluid onto his thigh.

The others lay around in a daze, their balls empty, their cocks slowly withering between their legs. They stared at Vickie with mixtures of awe and disgust, as if they hadn't had anything to do with messing her up this way. It was as if they were watching a movie of what had happened. Only Saunders was up on his knees, still straddling her, dripping cum onto her.

And Vickie swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. She felt bloated, as if she'd been force-fed something heavy and oily. She felt as though she wouldn't need to eat again for a whole week. Her throat made wet croaking noises.

"Sweet little librarian! Sweet little librarian!" Saunders chanted. "You're a horny little bitch and no mistake! You took all we had to give you, didn't you? You swallowed down jism from five guys! Incredible! Fucking incredible!"

Actually there was more jism splattered on her face and body than she'd swallowed, mused Vickie, but she wasn't about to argue. She'd done a hell of a job, whichever way you looked at it. She'd handled them all, let them all fuck her, and she'd brought them all off. It was some accomplishment. Not bad for a quiet little librarian who had not had much experience in these matters!

And where would she go from here? How could she possibly top this? A girl only had so many holes, after all. She only had so many places she could stuff a cock. Five guys would seem to be about the limit. Unless she took them in shifts. Unless she fucked them one or two or three at a time and made the others wait their turn.

She flushed at her lewd thoughts. She certainly had been liberated this past day or two! She had no idea she was capable of this kind of thing. And look what had happened! What a difference in just a day or two!

There was only one thing that mattered in all this, and that was the fact that she enjoyed herself. She got off on what was said to her, what was done to her. And now that she'd broken out from the prison of her past life, she could go on exploring this strange new world with all its kinky aspects.

A lot had happened to her in the last little while. She'd done some pretty wild things. But there were lots of other things to do out there! There were lots of other ways to enjoy herself sexually! And she was determined to do it. At least she'd have a hell of a good try!

She sighed contentedly, confident that her life from now on was going to be all she could possibly want. She swallowed, drank down yet more of the cloying spunk in her mouth. And she twisted and squirmed on the damp carpet, stretching her gorgeous body like a lazy cat. She brought her hands up the length of her torso, scooping up warm layers of jism with her fingers.

Her body gleamed under its layers of spunk. And she spread it on her skin, bathing her belly. She caressed her huge tits, massaging the sticky paste into her full globes and over her nipples.

And then she touched her face. Her fingers traced up over her cheeks, smoothing the jizz into her skin like balm. She touched her forehead and gathered the stuff pooling in her eyes. She ran a finger down each cheek and finally dug one into the corner of her mouth. And then, sticking her tongue out prettily, her face broke into a wide, girlish smile.