The first thing Cindy did when she got off the Greyhound bus was glance nervously around the small bus station, as if the cops would swarm down on her in a riot squad. She carried her single piece of baggage, an overnight case, into the women's room. With clumsy, nervous strokes she applied makeup on her smooth face and stepped back to study the effect.
Her long, shining blonde hair framed an angelic young face, but made up with eye shadow, mascara and lipstick. Her wide blue eyes had a fearful, guilty look.
Cindy went out to the bus station coffee shop, bought a pack of cigarettes and sat at the counter. She ordered a Coke. She frantically tried to think of her next stop. She could move on to Los Angeles, a hundred miles down the coast, or stay here for a while. It was a hick town, she thought with contempt, but she would be safer in a small, folksy place like this.
Even without an I.D., she could probably get a job as a carhop, or in a burger joint. She knew it without looking in her purse that she had about a hundred and eighty dollars left out of the two hundred she'd stolen from her mother's purse. Maybe the drunken bitch hadn't even sobered up long enough to discover the missing money.
The runaway blonde lit a cigarette, coughed, sipped her Coke, and tried desperately to come to a decision. The last few years in San Francisco with her mother had been pure hell. Her father had deserted her mother, a cocktail waitress, four years ago to live with a topless dancer. Then her mother began to come home drunk every night. Often she took her vicious anger out on Cindy by nagging, slapping and goading her. But last night was the final straw.
Her mother had come home with one of her pickups, a drunken hulk. After a loud, violent session of fucking and groaning in her mother's bedroom, the two of them came staggering into Cindy's room, naked.
"Go ahead," her mother told her drunken pickup. "Take her cherry, if the little slut still has one. Ram that monster up her little twat and make a woman out of her."
But Cindy fought, screaming and crying, threatening to run to the police, raising so much hell they finally left her alone. When they were both asleep in her mother's bedroom. Cindy crept in, searched her mother's purse and took every cent. She didn't bother with the man's wallet. She told herself she wasn't a thief, that the money from her mother was only a part-payment for all the drunken goading she'd put up with.
Packing a few clothes in an overnight case, the blonde took a taxi to the San Francisco Greyhound station. She bought a ticket to Los Angeles, but something – fear, paranoia, possibly panic – urged her to get off in this quiet little town. The people seemed friendly and warm here. Maybe she ought to stay a few weeks or a month and find a job. Perhaps she'd meet a nice boy. If she got bored, she could leave for L.A.
In any case, with a hundred and eighty dollars and complete freedom, Cindy felt fiercely independent and grown-up for the first time in her life. She was still a virgin, and she wasn't going to lose her cherry in a drunken brawl to one of her mother's pickups. Exhilarated with her new freedom, Cindy bought a local paper and scanned the jobs. There were a number of prospects – waitresses for pizza joints, burger places and drive-ins. The town bordered the freeway to L.A., and there was an abundance of fast-food places.
First, the runaway needed a place to live. She couldn't afford an apartment, not until she had a steady income, so Cindy searched the column headed "Rooms for Rent". She found one and for a quiet room in a Victorian house, only seventy-five dollars per month. She called the number, spoke to a woman with a soft, husky voice and got directions to the house, which was within walking distance. Boys looked to analyze her as she walked down the street, and Cindy felt a rising excitement.
Maybe it wasn't such a quiet little hick-town after all.
Maybe she was in for the surprise of her life, too.
Oh yummy! Gloria thought as she sat in the living room across from the young blonde. Oh Lord, what a honey! Too much makeup, and too much false bravado, too. The luscious blonde tried to appear nonchalant as she smoked, but it was obvious she'd just started because she handled her cigarette awkwardly.
And from the girl's nervous, shining blue eyes and occasional loot of fear, Gloria knew she had to be running away from something or someone. She kept a look of polite belief on her face as she listened to Cindy, sensing what her naked young body would look like from the tawny, golden skin of her face and anus. Sheer juicy heaven, she thought.
"So as soon as I graduated from high school," Cindy said, puffing on her cigarette, "I decided I was fed up with San Francisco. Too fast-paced, you know? I was passing through here on the bus, and I thought, gee, this looks like a great little place. Thought I'd check out the job situation, and, well, here I am, Miss Shannon."
"SO your baggage is at the bus station?" Gloria asked.
"Oh, the damn fools lost it," the blonde stammered. "It's probably down in L.A. by now. All I have are a few clothes, but it's enough for job-hunting. Uh, the rent is seventy-five?"
"That was a misprint, darling," Gloria said with a smile. "The rent is actually only fifty dollars. Come on, I'll show you the room."
The brunette was so aroused by the sexy girl, she would have gladly given her the room for nothing. But she would move cautiously at first to not scare Cindy off by being overeager. She led the girl upstairs, watching her plump tit and softly rounded ass bounce with smoldering eyes. The bedroom was large and clean, with a double bed and desk. Cindy nodded eagerly, congratulating herself on her luck. Fifty dollars was surprisingly cheap. And there was something warm and sympathetic about Miss Shannon, in spite of her drab, cool appearance.
The fact was, the brunette was the complete opposite of her mother, who Cindy detested. Miss Shannon was obviously a lady with class and education and manners, not a drunken tramp.
"Oh, I like it," Cindy said eagerly. "Who else lives here?"
"A very nice boy named Brian," Gloria replied. "He's out right now, but I know you'll like him."
The vivid image of Brian passionately fucking the tawny, moaning blonde flashed in Gloria's mind, and she shivered with lust.
"There'll be just the three of us, Cindy," she said. "And from now on you can call me Gloria. Come on, I'll show you around the house."
She led Cindy to the bathroom, turning to her with a hot, rising excitement.
"You must have taken the early bus from San Francisco," Gloria said. "SO you probably haven't had much sleep, have you, poor thing? Are you hungry?"
"Not really, but I could use a long hot bath and a nap."
Christ, I'm the one that's hungry, starved for this gorgeous little angel, Gloria thought with a wild, depraved anticipation. Quickly, the brunette handed her a large clean towel, and started running water in the bathtub.
"You run along to your room and undress and put this on," Gloria told her. "Then we'll have a nice long chat while you soak in the tub. All right, darling?"
Cindy nodded, flashing her a warm smile. The runaway wasn't used to affectionate terms like darling, or being treated with even a shred of warmth or kindness. She'd been so braced and on guard for years against her mother's drunken attacks. She felt completely relaxed and trusting around Gloria.
She, too, was starved. Not for sex at her tender age, but for simple love and affection. The hotly aroused brunette sensed this at once in Cindy. A little motherly affection, a lot of sympathy, and she could be happily sucking off the blonde every night. As long as she didn't go wild and give in to her violent urges on the spur of the moment, the way she'd done with that massively hung football player in her office last night.
The bath was still running when Cindy returned, draped in a towel. The young blonde didn't feel at all self-conscious as she took off the towel and dipped her toes in the water. Not a single thought of sex crossed her mind in the presence of her new landlady.
"Is it too hot?" Gloria asked hoarsely. It took a fierce effort of will for the hungry librarian to resist clutching the girl's naked, golden tits in her greedy fingers and sucking on them with ravenous moans. God, what a luscious body! Skin like silk, each perfect tit centered with a large rosy nipple. Smooth, utterly kissable thighs, and beneath her softly rounded belly, a nest of golden curly cunt hairs. Her pink, tiny pussy seemed no more than a dimple glistening wetly. Looking at it brought a sharp tingle to Gloria's lips and tongue.
Cindy's plump, tawny ass was so sweet and juicy-looking with her lushly rounded cheeks. The excited brunette wanted to kneel down that moment and just suck and lick at those hot, sexy mounds for a full ten minutes before plunging her tongue deep into her rosy cunt slit and tiny asshole.
"No, the water's just right," Cindy said. She got into the tub and lay back with a long, happy sigh. She felt like nix escaped convict, but deliciously free and safe. She felt so trusting around the brunette, feeling her shining and concerned eyes on her, that Cindy almost told her the truth about everything.
"Just let me get my cigarettes and we'll have a nice long talk, honey," Gloria told her.
Trembling with excitement, Gloria went into her bedroom and stripped naked, putting on a terry-cloth robe. She grabbed her cigarettes. She tried to ignore the stinging fever in her blood, the irresistible desire to climb into the tub with Cindy, and passionately French her and finger fuck liar and lick her beautiful young tits with wanton joy. Easy does it, she cautioned herself as she returned to the bathroom.
This wasn't a hung football player or college boy, but a sensitive, lovely young gut. She had to be seduced, not raped.
"I think I'll take a bath after you," Gloria told her, smiling warmly as the shut the bathroom door and locked it. "I've decided not to go to the library today, just spend a nice, easy, relaxing day at home with you, darling. We can get to know each other, all right?"
The blonde yawned luxuriously, squirming her naked flesh sensuously in the warm water.
"Suits me, Gloria," Cindy said. "Say, do you think you could get me a job at the library?"
"Oh, easily," the brunette said quickly. She lit a cigarette and sat on the laundry hamper, crossing her long legs. Her robe slid open, revealing her creamy, sleek thighs.
"The only problem is," Gloria went on, mentally sucking on each of Cindy's glossy wet tits, "you'd find the work sort of boring, honey. And it doesn't pay very much."
She had four teenagers working under her, and she had total authority over hiring and firing. But the real problem was she wouldn't be able to keep her hands or her mouth off the girl, even in the library. If she could confine her violent, stormy sex urges to the house, she'd be safe. Otherwise, all hell might break loose.
"Here, let me soap your back, darling," Gloria said, kneeling beside the tub. She picked up the soap and began to gently cares Cindy's satiny back.
"Let's talk about jobs later, Cindy," Gloria said. "Today we'll just get to know each other. You can trust me, darling."
Her fingers slid around to the blonde's soft hot tits, and she began lathering them casually while she spoke.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Cindy sighed innocently.
If she thinks that feels good, wait until I start kissing and sucking on her lovely tits, Gloria thought feverishly.
"You're not really eighteen at all, are you, honey?" the librarian murmured. "And you're a runaway, too, aren't you?"
The girl stared into her eyes. She'd never told anyone about the nightmare of her life with her drunken, whoring mother. The powerful urge to spill out everything and get it off her chest became overwhelming.
"Can I really trust you, Gloria?" she asked.
The brunette was fingering Cindy's taut nipples now. Gloria was so hot she was trembling with eagerness. "All the way, darling. Now tell Gloria the truth."
In a voice filled with self-pity and as tears flooded her wide blue eyes, Cindy told her about her mother, the beatings and the vigorous anger. Her wards tumbled over each other in a sobbing rush. "I took the two hundred dollars from her purse because I earned it, Gloria – that's not really stealing, is it?" the blonde sniffled.
"Not at all," the madly aroused brunette told her. "You were smart to get away when you did, darling. Poor, poor thing. Come on, step out of the tub and I'll dry you off."
She was still sobbing, but great waves of relief rushed through her naked flesh now that she'd found someone who understood her. Cindy let herself be toweled dry by the librarian. It felt good, wonderful actually, to have someone fuss over her like this, the way a mother should. Gloria's fingers were so soft and gentle and loving.
Gloria knelt in front of the girl. Wildly hungry, she toweled her golden thighs down. Her rosebud aunt beckoned like a set of delicious kissing lips. Not yet, she warned herself. Just a few more minutes, a little more affection and sympathy, and she'd hook the innocent girl completely.
"Now come with me," Gloria told her, leading her by the hand into Cindy's bedroom. "Let's just lie in bed and cuddle for a while, ail right, Sweetheart?"
Sniffling, Cindy lay on top of the bed while Gloria took off her robe. It was one in the afternoon, and a warm summer breeze drifted in through the open window. The panting brunette controlled her furious passion as she lay beside the naked girl and wrapped her arms around her. She crushed Cindy's face to her swollen hot tits, and very gently began to rub her soaked cunt against Cindy, distracting her in a low voice.
"You're perfectly safe here with me, darling. You will never have to worry about the police, or your mother any more. Gloria will protect you, and take care of you… and love you."
"You're wonderful," Cindy gushed, her face smothered in Gloria's huge, creamy tits. It was like having the perfect mother, only the librarian was much more beautiful than her on mother.
Gloria's hands slid down her silky back to her bare asscheeks, softly squeezing them while she rubbed her fiery cunt eagerly to Cindy's pussy.
"I… I feel strange," Cindy whispered. "All excited and hot, Gloria. You… you want to have sex with me, don't you?"
Gloria froze. Cindy was still a cherry, she confessed, but not so naive she didn't know what the sensuous brunette really wanted.
"I don't mind, honest," Cindy told her. She hugged the librarian tightly, so starved for affection she began to timidly kiss Gloria's hot tits.
"If that's all you want, you can have it, Gloria," she whispered fervently. "Just… just keep hugging me and loving me, and you can do whatever you want with me. You're the first person that's been kind to me in years. I feel safe and warm with you. You'll take care of me, won't you?"
The madly aroused brunette hugged the naked blonde fiercely.
"You bet I will, darling."
Now Gloria knew she could bunch down and devour Cindy's juicy young cherry cunt at once, lapping up her honeyed juices in a frenzy. But why not break her in properly, prime her for more exciting and bizarre games to come?
"Come here, darling," she said in an urgent voice. She pulled the girl up and led her to the overstuffed chair by the desk. She sat down and placed Cindy on her lap so that her soft, hot ass wriggled lasciviously on her steaming cunt. Twisting around, Cindy hugged her silky tits to Gloria's huge tits and wrapped her arms around her passionately and began to shower kisses on the brunette's face.
"Just be nice to me," the blonde begged, "just give me lots of loving, Gloria. My mother was such a rotten bitch."
Her breath came in rapid, excited gasps as the lush brunette snaked her tongue deep into Cindy's mouth and slipped her fingers down to her tight, luscious cunt. She found the girl's clit-bud and stroked it for a minute as she squeezed and fondled Cindy's tits with her other hand.
"Oh, I like that!" Cindy moans, the first sex fever of her life rising in her loins. "Oh Gloria, I'm getting so hot… oooooo… so excited! I love that!"
Frenching the girl lustfully, Gloria darted a finger into her hot little cunt slit and began masturbating her cherry in rapid strokes. Cindy twined her ankles around the feverish librarian's, and started swinging her hips up and down, moaning as their hot tits rubbed together and their lips met in long, torrid kisses.
Gloria's control began to shatter. In the dresser mirror, she could see herself obscenely finger fucking the lovely girl virgin on her lap. Their soft, nakedly thrashing bodies was the most exciting spectacle she'd ever seen.
Cindy's boiling cunt-juices streamed down her pumping finger to her own hotly throbbing cunt. The girl sobbed deliriously and bit her on the lips.
"I'm… I'm… coming, Gloria! Oh Lord, I love it, I love you, Gloria, oh it's – ooooooo! – fantastic!"
Cindy's first violent orgasm shuddered through her virgin pussy, leaving her silken young flesh drenched with sweat and trembling furiously. When Gloria managed to ram a second finger into her juicy slit, the naked blonde went wild with lust, her tingling hot cunt exploding with wanton bliss.
"No!" Cindy cried when Gloria suddenly slipped out her fingers. "Don't stop, pleeeeez! Oh Gloria, do it to me more… I'm so hot I could die!"
"So am I," the wild-eyed brunette gasped. "And if I don't get to taste your hot cherry soon, I'll die! Now lay back on the bed, darling. Hurry!"
Eagerly, the blonde scrambled onto the mattress and lay back, drawing up her knobs and spreading her tawny thighs wide.
Gloria noticed her fingers were red with blood. She licked them with lewd delight. Technically, at least, she'd gotten the girls cherry before anyone else.
"Get ready for some real thrills, Cindy," she told the panting girl as she lay down on top of her. She forced herself not to rush, to savor every lustful moment of her new depraved adventure. The passionate brunette began by sucking on each of Cindy's silken hot tits. While the blonde's drenched cunt ground pleadingly into Gloria's belly, Gloria teased each pink nipple in turn with her lips and tongue and teeth, feeling them swell to fat buds in her mouth.
The cunning librarian began a sensuous, dreamy journey down over Cindy's hot naked flesh, trailing fiery circles with her lips and tongue over her belly, biting and sucking folds of the sweet young flesh.
"Please do it to me!" Cindy sobbed, tugging at Gloria's long hair. "Please eat me, or I'll go crazy! Kiss my hot pussy, Gloria, don't tease me any more! PLEASE?"
Still, the lustful brunette tantalized the deliriously aroused girl, holding off her moment of conquest. She tongued Cindy's damp, tawny thighs, edging ever closer to her luscious wet cunt. She placed a hand on Cindy's belly and pushed back, exposing her rosy cuntlips in their full glory, watching them eagerly before her first thrilling plunge. She filled her nostrils with Cindy's hot wet fragrance, torturing herself as well as the sobbing girl with her diabolical teasing.
At last, after reading countless descriptions of oral sex with women, the passionate librarian was going to eat her first cunt. And not a woman, but a lovely, innocent young girl, soft, golden-skinned, feverishly eager. Half the obscene triumph she felt was the knowledge that Cindy would never be the same once she'd turned her on, once she captivated and corrupted her hot little cunt.
"Hurry, please!" Cindy begged, nudging her dripping slit toward Gloria's tingling mouth. "Please, ooooooo! Oh Lord, uuuuuuugh! Oh Gloria, beautiful, eat me, suck me, oh I love you… aaaaaaah!"
The ravenous brunette had suddenly plunged her long burning tongue deep into the blonde's virgin cunt, moaning deeply as she lapped up her gushing honey. For a few minutes, she used slow, lewdly teasing strokes of her tongue, licking the silken hot wails dry of their delicious juice. Then Gloria began to whirl her tongue in wide circles in Cindy's tight slit. Faster and faster she tongued until the girl was thrashing her hips madly and screaming with happiness.
Tear streamed down her cheeks. Cindy locked her moist thighs to Gloria's face fiercely and began fucking her long tongue with violent jerks of her hips. She sank her fingernails into Gloria's shoulders and dug her heels into her back, unable to express the shattering hot thrills racing through her throbbing pussy except in incoherent cries.
"Can't… oh God… can't stop coming, Gloria! Oh dear God, it's so w-wild, beautiful, uuuuuuugh! Wanna eat you too, Gloria! Please, wanna suck your pussy too!"
But the voracious brunette was too intent on relishing each new sensation Cindy's juicy tight cunt was sparking in her. She sucked on the blonde's clit-bud for a minute until the girl almost fainted from excitement and joy. Then Gloria dipped her tongue down into Cindy's tiny asshole and rammed it in deep, wriggling it around feverishly to give them both a lust-inspired new thrill.
For twenty minutes she ate the sobbing girl runaway's cunt with merciless hunger, gulping down her honeyed fire with peed, smearing her face with sweet cunt-juice. Only when the hot throbbing in her own cunt became unbearable did Gloria shift her perspiring torso around on the bed. Still sucking and kissing and lapping Cindy's boiling point, Gloria placed a folded knee on each side of the girl's ribs. Her dripping cunt hovered over the girl's waiting mouth. Cindy screamed with lust and clutched Gloria's soft hips.
The blonde tugged down urgently, and a moment later was devouring Gloria's burning cunt with furiously eager lips and tongue. She thought only of returning the fantastic thrills the beautiful brunette lavished on her.
Jesus, she learns fast, thought Gloria as the girl snaked her tongue deep into Gloria's tender asshole. She used her tongue like a whip of pleasure. The librarian jammed a finger into Cindy's anus while she sucked on her trembling cunt. She knew it would tire her excitement.
Their fuck seemed like an eternity… but was only thirty violent, passion-crazed minutes. The madly sobbing young blonde and the ravenous brunette rocked the mattress with wanton hunger, locked in a frenzied sixty-nine position. Thrill after intense thrill shuddered wildly through their tingling hot cunts as they both sought to outdo each other with sucks and kisses and feverishly licking tongues.
Perspiring from head to toe, Gloria finally raised her head, exhausted. But Cindy clung fiercely to her hips, craving more of the strange, delicious taste, unable to get enough of her wild new discovery.
"Easy!" Gloria cautioned. She had to forcibly wrench her stung cunt away from Cindy's insatiable mouth. Then, heaving for breath, she lay next to the girl and cuddled her, trying to calm her down. There was an almost crazed gleam to Cindy's tear-filled blue eyes, and she was still panting for more.
"Love it, love you, Gloria, never dreamed it was like that," she cooed. "Sex is so beautiful, you're so beautiful. I want to do it all day and all night with you. I want your hot pussy for breakfast and lunch and dinner."
"Wait here!" Gloria said sharply. She walked hastily to the bathroom and got two strong tranquilizers from the medicine cabinet. She brought them back to Cindy with a glass of water and forced her to swallow them. The feverish girl still clung to her, kissing Gloria's hot wet tits hungrily. Her soaked cunt twitched next to the brunette's in lustful spasms.
A few minutes later, she began to calm down. "I feel so sleepy," she whispered. "If I fall asleep, please don't go away, Gloria. I'll do anything in the world for you, honest. Just let me live here with you."
Gloria stared down at the lovely naked blonde. She felt a powerful sense of triumph. She hadn't just seduced the virgin – she'd hooked her on sex. The girl had been turned into a slave.
"Anything?" Gloria whispered, caressing her soft, hot ass. "Would you have sex with someone else if I ordered you to?"
"Yes!" Cindy said eagerly. "As long as you were there, Gloria."
The brunette felt an eerie new excitement flash in her blood.
"And if I told you exactly how to do it, would you go out and pick up boys and other girls for me?" Gloria questioned.
"Yes! Anything you tell me, just so long as I can stay with you," Cindy implored.
"And let me tie you down and play games with you?" Gloria continued. "And hurt you just a little bit?" she added softly.
"You can hurt me all you want," the girl whispered, hugging her damp tits to Gloria's creamy mounds. "As long as we can do this every day, and you give me lots of love, too I'm so sleepy."
Two minutes later, the tranquilizers took full effect and Cindy was fast asleep. Carefully, Gloria disengaged the girl's fierce grip around her. Naked, she went downstairs and poured a large glass of wine. She returned to Cindy's room, and settled in the chair. There was a large damp spot where Cindy's hot cunt-juices had dripped. Casually, Gloria rubbed the spot and licked her fingers. She thought hard as she smoked and sipped wine and watched the naked, softly curved girl on the bed.
Just a few hours before, she was frantic and worried, wondering if she had the courage to try for a girl in her library office that night. Just one time, of course.
And now she had a beautiful girl sex slave, madly infatuated with her, willing, in fact, to produce other boys and girls for her. And in return for a lime kindness and warm affection – and plenty of raw, passionate sex.
The statuesque librarian didn't know whether it was sheer luck or psychological cunning on her part, or a mixture of the two. But she didn't give a damn. She had the darling angel worshipping her now, and that was all that mattered.
She felt a brief twinge of guilt over corrupting a completely innocent, love-starved young girl like Cindy. But as she rolled her tongue around her mouth, tasting the lingering, sticky sweetness of the blonde's cunt-honey, and basked in the hat glow of her own thrilled cunt, the twinge disappeared rapidly.
For five torturous years, the over-ripe brunette had fantasized and dreamed and masturbated desperately, wondering if she would ever possess the real thing. And now that she had her freedom, and her nerve, she had hot, luscious cunts and huge, throbbing young cocks at her very fingertips. She had bizarre urges to fulfill, and exciting new games to play.
And if it was one lesson the fiercely passionate librarian had learned during her long years of sex starvation, it was that you only had one life to live.
Gloria intended to live it to the hilt, and to hell with the consequences. She would start the action tonight, with Brian Cindy, it was much too late to be content with simple sex. Each new conquest, every new episode of sucking and fucking only sparked strange new desires in her mind.
Cindy was asleep on her stomach now. Gloria gulped the rest of her wine, went over to the blonde and tenderly kissed each of her golden, silky asscheeks. Cindy purred happily in her sleep, but didn't wake.
It was just as well, Gloria thought as she went to her room and began to dress. There would be no sleep for the girl lovely tonight. There would be rape, and teasing, and torment, and strange new games, but no sleep for any of them.
The librarian left the house to buy a few necessary items for the evening. Although the day was warm and sunny, and the sidewalk hot beneath her feet, Gloria had the strangest feeling she was walking on very thin ice.