Rich caught his breath, rolled off the bed and stood beside it looking deeply pleased, his monster cock sheened with cum. Drained and sated, his prick started to sag, shrinking back to something nearer normal proportions.
Long Dick said, "Okay, guys, unsnap her chains from the bedposts and help our luscious librarian to her feet."
Letha heaved a sigh of relief. "Are you letting me go?"
"Go? Are you kidding?" Long Dick laughed heartily. "No, whore. You're going to cum! You're going to cum and cum and keep cumming."
"I'm not a whore!" Letha sobbed. "I really am a librarian. Richard knows me."
"I never saw you before in my life."
"Not like this, but…"
With the ends of her four chains freed from the bedposts, Letha was pulled off the bed and onto her feet so roughly that she cried out.
"Get down on your knees," Long Dick told her. "Our buddy Rich has never had his prick sucked, and who knows when his little wife will work up courage enough to try swallowing all he's got?"
"Yeah, and we don't want him to wait…"
Hands pressed on her shoulders from behind, forcing Letha onto her knees. They pulled the chains connected to her wrist cuffs so that her arms crossed in her lap. Then they circled the extra length around her waist and chest, pulling tight so that she was bent back, teetering on her knees. They snapped the loose end of her wrist chains to the shackles locked around her ankles.
The leg chains were raised and looped around her neck, pulled snug and run beneath her arm, then crossed just below her heaving tits and yanked down to snap onto her wrist cuffs. Letha could hardly move.
Her tense, cum-glazed body was pulled forward by one set of tightly wrapped chains and wrenched back by the other. Long Dick looked at their helpless prisoner with a warped grin. "Okay, librarian… it's time to open the branch upstairs. There's still a lot our guest of honor needs to learn."
"Nungh!" Letha said with teeth tightly clenched. Then she shuddered, remembering how she and Jim had forced Ellen to open her unwilling mouth to eat cunt. Could this bunch be any less demanding?
She cringed, wondering if telling them to take off her long black wig would do any good. Richard Sims would recognize her then, but would that make any difference to a horny young man who wanted his cock sucked for the first time?
Probably not. He might like filling the timid throat of a librarian even more than face fucking a lowly whore. And to say anything at all she'd have to open her mouth. He stood right before her, smiling down, his half-limp glossy cock in hand.
"You better take it in before I get fully hard," he said.
Letha winced her eyes shut and shook her head, thinking about almost fourteen inches of thick cock swelling hard in her sleek throat.
Long Dick whispered to another guest, "That whore puts on a great act. Saying she's a librarian and pretending she doesn't want to suck cock!"
"Yeah, but who wants to watch a shivering bitch with her mouth tightly closed?"
"Nobody, and she knows that. We've got to make her open up. A little pain before pleasure is what she gets paid for. Bring in that package of plastic clothespins I brought."
"What are you going to do, hang up her clothes?"
"No, I'm going to hang upon her mouth." Rich wagged the cum-dripping head of his cock across her quivering lips. "The other guys will enjoy making you open your mouth. Why don't you do it for me before you set hurt?"
Letha's tightly closed eyes leaked tears. Fear of his huge prick wrenched her throat with tension. She couldn't swallow all of even a normal cock now. She shook her head and spattered the tears streaming down her cheeks.
That really impressed Long Dick. "What a performance! Pretending she's frightened enough to cry."
Another guest handed him a box of brightly colored plastic clothespins – a dozen, red, yellow, blue and green. Long Dick opened the springy jaw of a red one and swept aside her long black hair to let it close on her left earlobe.
"Oh!" she moaned, tossing her head to shake it off. The pain from her pinched ear was only annoying, but Letha sensed it was a warning of worse to come.
"Please," she said tensely. "Pain will only make my throat tighter. Don't hurt me. Take the chains off and let me relax, maybe then I'll be able to suck his cock."
"We don't want you relaxed, bitch. We want all of your fuck openings tight with shivering fear," someone said. "That's the only way you'll be able to give pleasure to a normal-sized guy after Richard and Long Dick get through."
A blue plastic clothespin was clamped on the lobe of her right ear. Letha tossed her head in despair, dull pain boring into her skull.
Long Dick said, "Now, let's see what other places we can find. How about this perky little nipple?" A green clothespin pinched the tender bud and brought a shivering scream from Letha's drawn lips.
The pinching jaws stabbed pain into her chest like a dull knife. She twisted and trembled, chained in a tangle of wrapped coils too tight to let her shake off the nipple-nipping clothespin.
They put a yellow one on her other nipple, pinching it tight to spark pain like another knife. Letha's throat clenched, so dry and strained she couldn't swallow her own spit. The Long Dick fingered the clamp mink covering her pussy mound. He parted her cringing pussy lips, teased her clit up and clamped a red clothespin on its head.
"Eeeyow!" The bite felt worse than Ellen's clenched teeth. It was inhuman and unrelenting – constant, steady pain.
Letha pumped her hips in an agonized frenzy. She remembered an old move man in a tropical river. He came out with sucking leeches hanging on his chest and back. It was brought to mind by the pain she felt now. Letha shuddered and moaned, thinking of slimy leeches sucking on her proud tits.
"She still won't open up," Long Dick said in amazement. "I've got seven clothespins left in the box. How many do you guys think it will take to make her beg to suck cock?"
Bets were placed on all numbers from one to seven, like a football pool. But this was a pool of unbearable pain, and Letha imagined herself drowning in it, dragged down by the weight of sucking leeches with needle-sharp jaws.
The mouth of a clothespin was pressed into the left side of her narrow cunt channel and left to pinch on its puffed lip. She blubbered and moaned, but couldn't make words. Letha's throat felt scorching-hot, like a chimney.
Another pin clenched her right pussy lip. Writhing cunt contractions clacked the two together, and the one nipping her clit heaved up and down.
Long Dick pinched another on the middle of her quivering lower lip. It jiggled and touched her chin, puffing her mouth slightly open with its weight and pain. He clamped another and another on her lower lip, dragging it farther down.
"It's gonna take a whole damn dozen," moaned a guy whose bet was just lost.
The last pin was being clenched onto her lower lip. It sagged down, turned inside out by the dangling weight.
"Her mouth looks more like a pussy when the wet inside shows," a delighted guest observed.
"Yeah, a pussy with teeth!"
"Go on, Rich. Get it into her. Can't you see her mouth is open?"
Letha's pained cunt writhed with spasms so much like a climax that she had to moan. Orgasm by ordeal. Her nipples surged and swelled as they would being fondled by a man's demanding hands.
She cried, "Unnnn, Christ… I'm cumming!"
"Climax by pure pain," Long Dick marveled. "I read about it once, but I didn't believe it."
"Hey, what you musta been right. Just ask our librarian!"
They all laughed, watching her in the throes of solitary orgasm. Thrilling convulsions swept aside her sense of pain. Though chained and cruelly abused, Letha had escaped into rapture.
But it was all too brief. Letha's shocked scream of delight deepened into a moan. Tremors of ecstasy spiraled into pulses of unrelenting pain.
Long Dick said to her, "Tell you what I'm gonna do!" He sounded like a carnival barker. "I'm gonna take off a clothespin for every inch of cock you can swallow."
Letha nodded anxiously and fluttered her tear-streaked eyes. They blazed with heated desperation. She strained her jaw wide and sucked her lips around Rich's enormous cockhead. It was awkward with her lower lip dragged so far down by the pinching weight of the dangling clothespins.
"That's about two inches," Long Dick announced. They freed her ears and the throbbing in her skull eased.
She gulped and pressed forward. "Two more inches. Three!"
Long Dick pulled the clothespins off her lower lip in reward. Letha sighed and sucked harder.
His enormous cock wedged hard at the back of her mouth. It seemed three times the size of the narrow channel he was pushing to enter. Letha moaned, her face taut with concentration. She knew she had to will her body to rein. She'd overcome pain, and now she must conquer fear. "God damn, look at her go!"
The last clothespin came off her lower lip. Then the one pinching the left side of her pussy. Letha felt a rush of exhilaration. Her swollen lips encircled and sucked on his delighted prickshaft, pulling him deeper with each anxious gulp.
She craned her neck to straighten her throat. It filled with the throbbing heat. Rich's heart seemed to be beating in tandem with her own – wild and fast.
"Oh, baby… you got a great mouth! What a hungry whore you are!" Rich exclaimed. "I'm glad that librarian didn't show up. She could never match you for pure lewd pleasure!"
Letha would have laughed if her throat wasn't stuffed so brutally full. She was dizzy and short of breath. The plug of hot prick in her airways made it impossible to get more. A chilling paw of new fear fell upon her.
Her throat wretched, trying to expel the huge cock. But Rich clamped his hands back of her head and kept pushing in.
"Oooooh!" she cried with a strangled voice. The clothespins had been removed – all but the one pinching her clit. Long Dick had gotten so excited watching her cunt-lips near the thick root of his friend's cock that he forgot about that one.
It was just as well. Letha had started to enjoy the relentless tingling sensation that it sent into her cunt. The contractions of another orgasm began. Her mind blanked, forgetting the horror of being unable to breathe.
She'd swallowed all but the last inch of Rich's big cock, delighting him and amazing his friends. Most of them were watching raptly, jacking off because they couldn't wait for their turn with the raven-haired whore.
Letha heard the drumming slap of curled hands on hard-muscled loins. She heard anxious gulps and moans. It was like lewd music to her ears. She burrowed to the hairy root of his cock and got a rousing cheer, then she reared back, grabbed a quick gulp of air and lunged forward again.
Her throat was open enough to make swallowing all that hot cock easier now. She felt proud and relieved and insanely excited at the same time.
How could she like sucking cock after all they'd done? Why did she care about pleasing young men so demanding and cruel? Letha didn't really know. She rocked back and forth on her knees, cooing and purring when her throat was briefly clear enough to emit sound. Letha sucked with demented fervor. So what if they wanted to keep her prisoner for three days?
Her need for cock had started her daring exploits, why not enjoy what she'd found? A forest off hot pricks and a lake of sweet cum. She would revel and fuck like a wanton slave. It couldn't be worse than the boredom of her library job.
"Hhhooo!" Rich sighed. "She's gonna make me cum! I'm boiling up another big load!"
"After three days with a whore, you think he'll have anything left for his honeymoon?" someone asked wryly.
"It won't take her three days to teach me all I need to know about women. I'll take the third day off and rest up for my new wife."
Letha rocked and bobbed her head, envying the young girl about to marry such a great cock. That twinge of jealousy made her even more anxious to enjoy it all while she could. Rich felt the hunger of her sucking lips and had to let go.
"Hargggh!" he roared, clamping his hands on her head again, thrusting deep as his cock shivered and shot its hot spray.
"Don't keep it buried too long," Dick said. "She doesn't have any taste buds down there. Ease back and give her a couple of shots in the mouth."
Rich did that, liking the way her lips curled when she tasted his cum. It was thick and rich tasting. Rich tasting – she wanted to laugh, but he plunged deep again and gagged her with wet cock.
Jism filled her throat. It puffed her cheeks. His cock was a fountainhead of cum. It kept spurting when her mouth couldn't hold any more. Her throat gulped wildly, but she couldn't swallow it all either.
His cream was so thick that it took a long time going down. Silvery dribbles appeared at the corners of her sucking lips. Her frenzied bobbing jarred them off. They dropped on nipples still red and sore from the pinch of clothe spins. The cum felt like a soothing ointment.
She let her mouth gape and dropped a big glob on her clit which was still pinched by the clothespin wavering lewdly between her bent and chained legs. Glossed with slickness, the clamping jaws lost their grip on her buttery clit-nub.
They snapped with a click and the clothespin fell on the floor between her knees. Letha felt a thrilling surge of relief. The terrible tingling tension was gone from her clit. It spasmed with delight. She thought the sensation must, be something like a man straining to hold his cum, then suddenly letting go. Exquisitely painful pressure, the wondrous, relief.
After the triumph of sucking such a huge prick, she was ready to fuck again. Again and again. She felt womanly proud and wantonly horny. Her whole body blushed with the head of desire. Ellen Carver had only learned to satisfy her husband, Letha felt confident that she could thrill a whole gang.
She swallowed shot after shot of sticky sweet and delicious cum. The overflow ran down her chin, splashed on her tits and dripped into her lap. Letha hoped they would massage it all into her smooth skin as they had before.
The guys jacking their cocks were delighted by her lewd wet gurgling noises, her tremors of orgasm and her rabid hunger for jism. They thrilled her by spraying on more. Jetting cocks hosed her smiling face with silvery cream.
Others sprayed on her heaving tits. They anointed her belly and slathered her black-furred pussy mound. They creamed her thighs and lathered her back with the sexy hot spray.
Letha enjoyed an all-consuming climax. Hot cum was always her most delightful sex-trigger – to feel the wet spurts striking her inside and out was almost more thrilling than she could stand.
Her orgasm went on for what seemed like hours. Gasping, sweaty and drenched with cum, she settled back on her haunches with a weary sigh of delight.
Long Dick said, "What a cocksucker she is! I can hardly wait for my turn."
"You want to take it while my throat is still wet?" she asked with a smug little grin.
"Yeah, I want to… but we arranged this little party for Rich. We gotta make sure that his married life gets started out right before the rest of us have our pleasure with you."
"Jeeeeez!" said the husband-to-be. "I've been fucked and sucked. What else can a guy do?"
Long Dick laughed good-naturedly. "What else? He doesn't know. He needs education. It's time to check out another part of the library… a part best reached by going in the back door."
Letha cried, "Ooooh, no! Not my ass. Not with a cock that big! Some of you smaller guys, all right, but…"
"Some of you smaller guys help me lift her up on the bed," Long Dick said. "We don't even need to readjust her chains. Just tip her forward on her face with her ass in the air."
"I've got to rest a few minutes. One of you can start with her pretty little ass and maybe loosen it up for me a bit," Rich said.
She was pitched forward on her face into a puddle of cum still on the waterbed mattress. Letha gurgled and moaned, her ass twitching expectantly.
"What length cock you want to start with?" Long Dick asked. "We've got sizes from six to twelve."
"I was hoping for a four or a five," she said in a quavering voice.
"A four or five?" Long Dick laughed. "What part of the library do you work in? The children's room?"