At work the next day Kay managed to avoid Danny. The quiet boy cast her glances of longing and bewilderment, but Miss White behaved as if he didn't exist. Kay left a very unhappy assistant behind when she went home for the day.
It wasn't that she disliked or resented Danny. She liked him very much. It was only that she was preoccupied and worried about the mess she'd gotten herself into with Rick and Mel. She hardly felt like screwing Danny while that cloud was hanging over her head. When Kay got home, the first thing she did was mix herself a stiff drink. She had a feeling she'd be needing the pleasant numbness which the alcohol induced.
Kay downed her drink, mixed another, and changed from her work clothes into a flowing floor-length lounging dress. She didn't do it to please Rick the Mel, those dirty little punks, but merely to relax her body after its all-day-confinement in formal clothes. As the minutes dragged on, she grew more nervous in spite of the drinks. She felt sure that the gang hadn't let her off the hook yet, and perhaps she could face that. But how would she behave? Would she again reveal the incredible depths of her lust by responding to their crude fucking? Would she make a fool of herself by showing just how much she liked getting screwed? Kay shuddered. She didn't think she could bear that humiliation…
A car motor roared, and then there was the squeal of brakes as a souped-up red '62 Ford stopped in front of her house. Kay felt her face going red even as her limbs felt chilled and stiff. She saw Rick and Mel getting out of the front seat – but they weren't alone.
Kay gawked in horror as she watched two other boys get out of the back seat, boys who were part of Rick's gang. She knew them quite well. There was Kris, a handsome, tanned beach-boy type with long blond hair, and Terry, a red-haired runt who made up for his small size with a belligerent attitude that terrified most of his teachers.
Kay realized that she would have to fuck all those boys.
The doorbell rang, and Kay could hear sniggering and shuffling on the front porch. She wanted to die. Like a zombie she walked to the door and opened it. She was greeted by lewdly grinning faces. She blushed hotly and stepped aside as the boys entered. Rick came last, closing the door and locking it. He winked at Kay.
"Well, hello there, Miss White," he said nastily. "Bet you just couldn't wait for us to get here, huh? We woulda been earlier, but we had to pick up a couple of buddies. I'm sure you don't mind us bringing 'em along."
There was nothing she could say to his crude remarks, nothing she could do to prevent the outrage shortly to occur. Kay walked quietly into the living room and waited for the torture to begin. The boys had seated themselves in her comfortable overstuffed chairs, and Kris was the first to speak. His dark-blue eyes sweeping over her lush figure, he laughed, shook his head, and said, "I really don't believe it. I still think you guys are putting us on."
Terry, the red-haired runt, studied Kay hungrily. "I hope to fuck they're not," he growled.
"We ain't putting you on," Mel giggled. "You just wait and see."
"I'll prove it to you," Rick said.
He faced Kay and looked her meaningfully in the eye. She read there his promise of violence, injury, even death, if she did not cooperate.
"Get undressed, baby," he hissed. "Give us a little show."
The others laughed in disbelief – until Kay, sobbing softly, reached for the zipper of her dress. Then there was absolute silence.
She faced four pairs of gawking eyes as she slowly drew down the long back zipper of her flowing gown. She sobbed and shuddered as she let the garment waft down to her ankles, and then she stood before them, gorgeous and statuesque, clad only in her high-heeled slippers and a skimpy pair of black lace bikini panties.
"Holy sheeee-it," said Kris softly.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," said Terry, leaning closer. "Man, she's got the biggest boobs I ever seen."
"Yeah, pretty nice, huh?" Rick said proudly – as if he owned her, as if she were his slave, which she more or less was now.
"Come on, baby," he said, snapping his fingers, "get them shoes and panties off."
Tears of mortification rolled down Kay's dusky cheeks as she kicked off her slippers and reached for the waistband of her skimpy panties. She hated these leering creeps, yet she had to remind herself that it was all her own fault.
She could have died of shame as she slowly lowered her panties, revealed the gleaming black triangle of her beaver to the leering, sniggering boys.
"Yeah, yeah, baby," chanted Terry, "take it off!"
The redhead seemed to be the most vocal of the group, the most pushy and aggressive. Kay noticed that he already had a hard-on swelling the crotch of his jeans. As she let her panties fall to the floor and then stepped out of them, Terry licked his lips, and his homely, freckled face became twisted with savage lust.
"I want me some of that," the boy said huskily. "Oh, man, do I want some of that sweet-lookin' cunt."
"You'll get it," said Rick, "only I don't like wet decks. So I screw her first."
No one disputed him. The boys still didn't quite believe that he and Mel had fucked the school librarian. If he wanted to prove it, if he wanted to go first and take all the risks, that was fine.
Mel, Kris, and Terry lounged comfortably in their chairs, grinning like fiends, while Rick got up and approached Miss White, who was trembling and quietly sobbing. Not one of the boys felt any sympathy or pity for her. She was an authority figure, an enemy, like parents and teachers and cops. All they wanted was to conquer and humiliate her.
Kay knew this, knew that she could expect no mercy from them, and it added to her terror. At that moment she didn't care how many of them fucked her, just so long as they didn't hurt her.
"Undress me," Rick commanded.
Kay didn't hesitate. She could feel, in her imagination, the vicious slap of his hand if she refused to obey. She slipped his T-shirt off over his head, white their audience sniggered and elbowed each other. Again she saw his broad hair-matted chest, his superb physique, which under ordinary circumstances might have excited her powerfully. As it was, she despised this sadistic little teen-age punk.
She went to her knees, her great melon-shaped tits wobbling obscenely, and slipped off his shoes. Then she began to unbuckle his belt, and the raucous laughter grew louder. She unzipped his fly, and his tight jeans slipped down. Kay helped him step out of them, while the other boys guffawed.
His limp pale dangling cock brushed her face, which practically made Terry fall out of his chair with laughter.
"Hey, Miss White," the red-haired punk crowed, "get yourself a taste of that pecker!"
Rick shot him a look of annoyance, but the dark-haired gang leader was still in a good mood for the moment.
"Not a bad idea," he said. "You just do that, baby. Lick my cock."
More delighted laugher, then the gawking boys fell silent, wondering if prim, proud Miss White would actually obey Rick's obscene request. Kay hated to gratify their lewd expectations, but she had no choice in the matter. She'd rather lick a hundred cocks than have her face slapped to a pulp.
Sobbing, she leaned forward and stuck out her little pink tongue. It touched lightly at the thick-furred base of Rick's limp dangling meat, and she felt scalding contact. His cock was hot and throbbing even though it wasn't erect yet.
Closing her eyes to avoid the ugly sight of his blue-veined dick, Kay began to run her slippery little tongue steadily up and down the doughy shaft of his flaccid prick. She felt the hot tool bouncing lightly under her touch, and she knew she must present a lewd spectacle to the boys. They were giggling crazily as they watched their dignified school librarian licking Rick's flopping white prick.
"How's his cock taste, Miss White?" crowed Terry.
"I bet she digs his meat," said Kris, who had been pretty quiet up to now. His voice was husky with lewd delight. "I bet she's always wanted to suck cocks."
"I don't know about that," Mel tittered, "but she sure likes to ball. You shoulda seen her yesterday. Man, she really loved it when we put the prick to her."
"Bullshit," laughed Kris. "You gotta prove that to me. I mean, I just can't imagine…" He broke off, unable to express his wonder at the whole scene. It just didn't seem real.
"You actually caught her fucking that Danny guy?" said Terry. "You ain't shittin' us about that?"
"I'm telling you," Mel said, "we caught 'em screwing right on the floor in the library."
"So now she has to do everything we want, or we fink on her?" said Terry. "Is that the deal?"
"That's the deal," snapped Rick, who was getting impatient with his followers' chatter. "Now will you guys shut up and just watch?"
"Watch you fuck her?" said Kris, laughing in disbelief. "I'll believe that when I see it."
"Then you'll see it," said Rick. "If you want proof, you're gonna get it right now."
He stepped back, and his half-hard prick, gleaming with Kay's saliva, swayed away from her tongue.
"Frig me!" he hissed. "Get my cock up fast." Shuddering. Kay reached out and curled the fingers of both hands around his spit-soaked prick. She gave his rod a swift pumping, thinking how ironic it was that she had to work to give her rapist a hard-on.
It didn't take long. Rick's slim pale cock was soon rigid and straining in her hands, the purplish knob oozing hot droplets of cream.
"On your hands and knees, bitch!" he snarled. "I want you to face them."
Kay positioned herself on her hands and knees, facing her leering audience. She knew why Rick had demanded this, of course. The boys could not only watch her great long jugs wobbling, they could also study her face while Rick fucked her. He didn't miss a trick when it came to humiliating her.
She felt his hot sweaty hands on her quivering hips, and she closed her eyes. At least she didn't have to look at those leering faces while he screwed her.
Grasping her wide hips to steady himself, Rick knelt down between her olive-skinned silky thighs. Roughly he forced her legs a little farther apart, and then he could see the bright scarlet tissues of her hair-fringed slit and the wrinkled, light-brown pucker of her asshole. Between the moist red pussylips was the shadowed mouth of her cunt.
He seized his erect cock and wedged the dripping, blood-suffused knob into the recessed mouth of her dry cunt. Kay wasn't the least bit aroused, and even the initial penetration of his dick hurt her.
She clenched her teeth and vowed not to cry out, not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he caused her pain. She had a feeling that Rick would really get off on pain.
"Uuuhhh!"
Kay couldn't help gasping as the gang-leader thrust his cock into her narrow hole, forcing his rigid tool all the way to the end of her cunt in one cruel plunge. He dug his fingers into the tender flesh of her hips and began to fuck her with brutal force, thrusting into her twat deep and fast and hard. She could feel her tits bouncing violently, her body being shaken by the force of his fucking. His stiff cock was sawing her cunt raw.
"Yeah, put the meat to her!" Terry cried hoarsely. "Ball that bitch!"
"Look at her tits," Mel said wonderingly. "Man, look at 'em shake!"
"Shit, I still can't believe this," said Kris. "Miss White gettin' screwed – too much. Too fuckin' much."
This sort of commentary continued all the time Rick balled her, as if she were an inanimate object, not a human being. Kay could have died of shame. The boys' comments were bad enough, but something even worse was happening – she was beginning to enjoy Rick's savage fucking.
Kay despised the boy, and his initial thrusts in her dry cunt had caused her great pain, yet now she was beginning to like it. She hated herself for this. She felt glowing heat in her invaded pussy, felt her cunt helplessly creaming, and she began to move her hips ever so slightly to receive his deep-driving cock. How could she enjoy this savage rape? What was wrong with her?
She didn't know, couldn't puzzle it out now. She was conscious only of the searing heat and friction as Rick's rigid prick drove relentlessly in and out of her wet, clinging pussy. His cock felt so good, so damned good…
Kay felt herself spinning toward orgasm, getting tantalizingly close to release, when suddenly Rick gasped and she felt the sizzling flood of his jizz filling her cunt. Cheated of her own climax, she was nevertheless thankful that she hadn't come with Rick. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
"Frigid bitch!" Rick snapped as he jerked his limp, dripping prick out of her snatch. Clearly he was furious that he hadn't conquered her, hadn't made her crazy with lust for him. "Somebody else can fuck her," he growled, striding off to a chair.
"Well, I will," said Terry.
No one challenged him, and the runty red-haired boy approached her eagerly. Kay had fallen on her side, sobbing quietly, and she put up no resistance as the homely punk rolled her over onto her back. She felt his hot sweaty hands playing hungrily with her big creamy jugs, while the other boys giggled and passed lewd remarks.
"You got great boobs, sweetheart," Terry said. "I never seen tits so big before."
Kay didn't respond, didn't even open her eyes. It seemed ludicrous that she was about to get fucked by this guy, the kind of troublemaking hoodlum she kicked out of the library every day.
She felt Terry crawling onto her lush hot body, and she shivered with disgust. He was very sweaty, and he was so short that when he lay on top of her, his greasy red head was cushioned on her tits.
She felt his sharp, hard prick nosing blindly between her legs and realized that his adolescent cock couldn't have been more than four inches long, and it was pathetically skinny. Kay had the feeling, though, that Terry would compensate for this failing, just as he compensated for being short and homely.
"Awww, yeah…" sighed Terry.
He had managed to poke his hard little prick into the mushy hot mouth of her cunt, and he felt his meat deliciously enveloped in fiery wet tissue. Penetration was easy, and his cock was quickly sheathed by her snatch, all the way to his taut little balls.
He snorted with pleasure and began to fuck her in a way that surprised Kay. Instead of hammering away at her cunt like a brutal machine, the way Rick had, Terry balled her in long, slow, sensuous strokes that sent fiery jolts of pleasure through her twat. With each slow penetration, he rubbed the rigid shaft of his prick across her sensitive little clit, and within seconds Kay was fully, hotly aroused. Again she was ashamed of herself, but she just couldn't help it. His cock felt good, too damned good…
"Ahhh," she sighed.
Her gawking audience saw a rush of hot cream from her pussy that drenched Terry's slow-driving cock and bubbled out to pool on the carpet. They saw Miss White's dark eyes rolling crazily, saw her wide hips begin to move in time to Terry's fuck-strokes. Her full lips softened in a smile of horny pleasure.
"He's gettin' to her!" Mel said excitedly. "She digs his cock."
"Aw, shut up," Rick said petulantly. He was still smarting over his failure to make her come.
The boys couldn't restrain their cries of glee, however, when Kay suddenly arched her lush body and wailed in the blinding pleasure of orgasm.
Terry grinned proudly even as he continued to fuck her slowly, deeply, spinning out her climax. He was street-wise and hardened, but he couldn't help but be moved by the sight of the gorgeous older woman writhing in ecstasy around his rigid meat. He felt her cunt-cream boiling around his deeply buried cock, listened triumphantly to her hoarse ecstatic cries. Then with a snarl of pleasure, he ground his sharp little prick deep into her hole and came, his thin white ass flying as he pumped out his hot jizz.
"Damn," sighed Terry, "she's one fine piece of ass. I never felt a cunt so hot!"
He crawled off her reluctantly, wishing his hard-on had lasted longer. He was hardly out of the way before Mel took his place, having already stripped.
Mel's huge dong was hard as iron, standing up stiffly to hug his belly, drooling thick cream. He leered behind the thick lenses of his glasses as he lowered himself onto Kay's flushed body.
Even with her eyes closed, Kay knew who he was. She recognized that plump wet body, that wormy repugnant flesh. She knew, too, that she was about to get fucked by the biggest cock she'd ever known – and in spite of her distaste for Mel, she felt hot excitement deep in her famished pussy.
Terry had given Kay a good climax, but she wanted more. She wondered how many orgasms it would take to make up for her lonely unfucked years, how long it would be before her shameless pussy was satiated.
Mel sunk heavily onto her, his body slack and sweaty, and Kay trembled as she felt his monstrous stiff dick poking hungrily at her crotch.
"Open wider for me, baby," Mel whispered in her ear. "Help me get my cock in."
To her shame, Kay opened her legs wide. She wanted him – or rather she wanted that elephant prick of his. The short fuck with Terry had only warmed her up. She craved a thorough stuffing, hard friction, the red-hot reaming which only Mel's big fat dick could give. She gasped with stunning pleasure as she felt the thick, hard head of his cock sliding into her cunt hole…
"Ahhhh!" she wailed. "Oh, God, yesss!"
Kris and Terry laughed out loud, though Rick was still sullen and silent. Mel's response to her ecstatic cry was for her ears alone. His sweaty face pressed close to hers, his voice muffled in her hair, he whispered, "Yeah, baby, it's good to you, ain't it? I may not be handsome like those guys, but you know I can give you the best fuck. You know Mel's cock is the biggest, the best."
He babbled on like that as he balled her, and Kay presently felt him drooling in his excitement, his spit wetting her neck and hair. She noticed this only vaguely. Her whole being was concentrated on the delicious reaming of his gigantic swollen prick, the sweet hot friction in her ever-hungry cunt as he humped her violently. She felt herself losing all control, spinning into the most powerful climax she'd ever known.
"Ooohhh!" Kay wailed.
Lost in ecstasy, she threw her long legs high in the air, allowing the sweaty, grunting boy to pound his thick meat against the end of her convulsing cunt. Floods of steamy twat-juice shot from her climaxing pussy to soak Mel's belly and puddle on the carpet.
The boys were delighted, and many lewd remarks were passed, but Kay didn't hear them, didn't even hear her own hoarse cries of pleasure. Mel's massive dick reamed her into a string of orgasms that left her breathless and half-faint. It seemed hours before she felt the sudden scalding flood of his jism, and even then she was disappointed when she felt his limp meat slipping from her flooded cunt.
It had been the best fuck of her life, no question about it. She lay there, too limp and breathless to move, her long legs lewdly parted, Mel's thick cum leaking from her hair-fringed slit. Mel was grinning proudly as he returned to his chair.
"Okay, Kris," he said, "she's all yours."
The blond guy was the quietest of them all, the most thoughtful and sober. He studied Kay a few moments before he rose and began stripping off his clothing. He did it unhurriedly, confidently, and with none of the brash cocky manner displayed by the other gang members.
Kay couldn't help admiring his body. Kris was very well-developed, with broad shoulders, slim waist and hips, and powerfully muscled arms and legs. He had little hair on his body, except for the platinum bush of his crotch, but he was splendidly tanned.
Kris' cock was of average size and in full erection, tautly hugging his belly, and his balls looked pure and clean and pink as they snuggled between his thighs. Kris was the best-looking and most desirable of the gang, but his silence, his completely unperturbed manner, bothered her. What was he so confident about?
He walked over to her and held out his hand. "Get up," he said.
Kay allowed him to pull her to her feet. He led her over to the chair he'd been sitting in, and she understood without being told that she was to sit down. Her curiosity – and her dread – began to grow.
When she was seated, Kris seized her long shapely legs and placed them up over the arms of the chair, so that she was lewdly spread and her wet, scarlet pussy was obscenely displayed to the gawking, grinning boys. Kris wasn't grinning, though. He seemed expressionless as he studied her shameful posture.
Kay was blushing hotly. Nothing was hidden from the boys' leering eyes. With her legs so widely separated, they could see the bright red finger of her cunt, and her pussylips were drawn open to show the dark, drooling mouth of her cunt. Kris, silently approving of his arrangements, dropped to his knees in front of her.
Everyone watched, breathless, even Kay. She looked down and saw Kris take his rigid pale prick and carefully insert the rosy knob into the slippery mouth of her hair-fringed cunt. He made a small sound, perhaps a sigh, as his gleaming cock-head was enveloped in the scalding wet flesh of her cunt-mouth. Then he pushed his rod slowly into her hole, and his buddies watched open-mouthed as Kris' pale, rigid prick-shaft slowly disappeared into her snatch.
"Yeah, yeah!" Mel panted, leaning far out of his chair to watch. "Get into her cunt, buddy! Fuck her!"
Terry couldn't contain himself. He bounced out of his chair and came to stand beside Kay, reaching down to play with her big, swollen tits. He kept his eye on Kris' rigid, blue-veined dick as it moved in and out of her hair-fringed pussylips, but he whispered obscenities to Kay even as he watched her getting fucked.
"That cock feel good to you, baby?" he hissed. "You like that stiff meat?"
Kay sobbed and let her head fall back limp against the chair. There was nothing she could do to end this humiliation except close her eyes and let it happen. Terry's hard sweaty hands played roughly on her long swollen tits, and Kris' rigid meat began to fuck faster and faster in her come-soaked twat.
She greeted the first stabs of pleasure with a groan of shame. How could she possibly be horny again? Mel had screwed her almost senseless, making her come again and again, yet she found herself responding to Kris smaller cock, to his stiff fast sawing and probing.
Little jabs of pleasure shot through Kay's crotch and soon became long drawn-out shivers of bliss that made her heated pussy cream heavily. Blushing beet-red, she tried to close her legs, to block the boys' obscene view of her gushing twat, but Kris held her thighs apart, and he was amazingly strong.
"Keep 'em open!" he snapped. "I want my buddies to see this fuck real good."
There was a chorus of sniggers, Rick's voice among them. He no doubt enjoyed the humiliation she was so obviously experiencing.
The boys could see the heavy creaming of her swiftly reamed cunt, see the slow swelling and moistening of her pink pussylips as Kris balled her closer and closer to another come. She was loving the way he fucked her, she was going to succumb again to her uncontrollable lust, and these leering boys were going to see it all…
"Oh, God!" Kay sobbed. "Ohhh! Aaahhhh!"
"You like it, baby?" Rick said roughly. "My cock feel good?"
"Oohhh, yes!" she screamed. "Yesss!"