Kay fought the cruel ropes that bound her to the desk. She twisted and lurched and tugged, but she only succeeded in cutting her wrists and ankles on the heavy cord. She screamed as loud as she could, but there was no one in the building to hear her except the gang of grinning punks who surounded her.
Rick moved closer and closer with the long cruel handle of the flashlight, and his dark eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. His erect prick was drooling a steady stream of cock-juice, testifying to his bizarre arousal.
This guy was so sick, so twisted, that he'd rather torture a woman than fuck her, Kay realized. She was in the clutches of a sexual fiend – but there wasn't a thing she could do about it.
"Great idea, Rick!" said Mel admiringly. He moved closer to watch as Rick moved the flashlight handle closer to Kay's cunt. "She'll never get a cock that big. She really oughta get off on this."
"Hurry, hurry!" Terry panted, moving in closer, too. "I gotta see this."
Kris also moved in for a better view, saying nothing, but his dark-blue eyes focused intently on the long metal shaft of the flashlight as it approached her open snatch.
Kay screamed one more time, in vain. It was no use. All she could do was relax and try to make her cunt muscles slack and yielding. She vowed fervently that when she got away from the gang tonight, she'd leave town. She wouldn't even bother to pack. Now that she knew the gang was capable of torture, she wanted to put a thousand miles between her and them.
"Oh, nooo!" Kay flinched and sobbed as she felt the cold head of steel touching the moist hot flesh of her pussylips. "Please," she sobbed, "you'll hurt me! Please don't do this!"
"Shut up!" Rick snapped. "It could be worse, dig? I could use a chair leg, or maybe my whole arm. You get the idea."
She did, indeed. Kay clenched her lips and vowed to remain silent. This was a horrible thing, but considering Rick's sadistic mind, she was getting off lucky.
There was silence in the room except for the light panting of the boys. All eyes were glued on Kay's wet hair-fringed pussy as Rick began to wedge the thick steel butt of the flashlight into her defenseless cunt-mouth. Her pink pussylips were grotesquely stretched by the thick handle, but by twisting it, Rick managed to insert it in her hole. Then he began slowly pushing it into her snatch.
"Aahhgg!!" Kay wailed.
The thing was icy-cold and very, very thick. Perhaps it was the coldness that made her cry out, the shock of the initial freezing penetration. Certainly it wasn't the pain, for there was no pain. To Kay's relief, her elastic cunt muscles expanded enough to take the thing in without tearing.
The panting gang of boys huddled close around her, grinning fiendishly as they watched Rick slowly pushed the long, thick, gleaming flashlight handle up her quaking cunt-hole. At last he had it in as far as it would go, almost to the head, and Kay felt the cold metal against the end of her twat.
"Christ, her cunt's a mile long!" snickered Terry.
"I didn't think you'd get the whole thing in," said Mel wonderingly.
The boys continued to pass remarks, but Kay was almost beyond hearing them. Rick began to work the long metal handle in and out of her cunt, reaming and stuffing her snatch thoroughly with every thrust, and the thick penetration of her wet cunt made an obscene slurping and sucking sound that reverberated through the empty library.
The boys laughed raucously, and Kay blushed deep red. Never in her life had she felt so ashamed, so exposed. The worst was yet to come, however. Not many moments had passed when she realized, with an even deeper blush, that the damned thing felt GOOD!
Kay sobbed, half in shame and half in frantic lust, as Rick fucked the long steel handle faster and faster in her boiling pussy. Her cunt began to cream furiously, making the noise of the thing even more lewdly wet and squishy. The boys were delighted.
"Christ," Mel chortled, "I think she's getting off on it!"
"She'd get off on a telephone pole," Rick said cruelly. "She acts frigid, but our dear little librarian's been keeping a secret. She's got hot pants just like all chicks. They're all the same."
Kay thought his philosophy was a crock of shit, but that was the least of her concerns just then. The steady, deep lunges of the flashlight handle in her seething wet cunt were bringing her closer and closer to a desperately needed climax. The boys would know, of course. They'd see her coming, they'd taunt her – but she didn't care. She had to come. Rick's devilish schemes had kept her frustrated and horny all evening, and she could hold out no longer. She suddenly gave a hoarse wail as the delicious spasms began.
"Ahhh!" Kay moaned. "Oohhhh!"
The lush-bodied older woman arched her crotch to get maximum friction from Rick's improvised dildo, and gushes of steamy pussy-cream shot from her climaxing cunt.
The boys howled with laughter as they watched her come. It was a sweet revenge to watch her face go twisted with lusty release, to see her big boobs wobbling furiously, as she brought herself off on that Goddamned flashlight handle. Too much, too fuckin' much!
Rick kept his promise. He brought her off, and he let her come. His face a twisted mask of sadistic enjoyment, he fucked the cold flashlight steadily in her convulsing cunt until the last spasm of her climax had passed. Then he dropped the flashlight on the floor, leaped onto the desk, and jammed his erect prick into Kay's gasping mouth.
It was over in a second, and she thanked God for that. Rick had gotten so aroused from frigging her with the flashlight that he'd hardly poked his cock in her mouth before he came.
He gasped and shuddered, and then she felt the sticky strong load of his jism on her tongue. She swallowed it all, rather than choke on it, and as soon as he finished coming, Rick jerked his limp meat from between her wet lips. He climbed shakily off the desk, trying to show no emotion.
"Untie her," he snapped. He shot Kay a look of contempt and said, "Get dressed, cunt."
Her wrists and ankles ached from the tight rope, but Kay dressed as fast as she could. Her torture was over, and she was free. The gang would, of course, threaten to visit her again tomorrow, and she'd meekly agree – only by then she'd be gone. She didn't know where she was going yet, except that it would be far away, where they'd never find her. She finished dressing and headed for the door.
"Just where do you think you're going, bitch?" Rick shouted.
Kay turned and gawked at him. "I'm going home," she said. "You're finished with me for tonight, aren't you?"
"Oh, no," Rick almost purred, and his dark eyes gleamed savagely. "Oh, no, we ain't through with you. Not by a long shot. You're coming with us, to my place. We're gonna make a night of it."
Icy fear gripped her heart, but Kay managed to keep her voice steady. "That's very risky," she said. "What if your parents come home and find us?"
Rick laughed. "No way. They're gone for the weekend. So you an' me an' my buddies'll have the place all to ourselves. Imagine that, teach. Three whole days of fun…"
They left her car in the school parking lot and drove off in Rick's souped-up red Ford. Na one saw Danny crouching in the shadows next to Kay's car, but Danny saw the gang leading her away, driving off. He saw Mel slyly copping a feel of Kay's delicious ass as they got into Rick's car, and the boy's heart flamed with jealousy. So this was why Miss White didn't want him any more…
Danny had been determined to find out the real reason behind Kay's sudden rejection of him. She'd been so hot for him, and he didn't accept her explanation for suddenly turning off. It wasn't a matter of age, he knew that now. He'd waited for her to get off work, he was going to demand a talk – and then he saw her going off with Rick and his gang. No, it wasn't a matter of age. She just got more action from four guys than from one, that was all. Well, he wasn't going to just disappear, to give up without telling her what he thought of her. She couldn't treat him like that. Danny jumped on his bicycle and set out in pursuit.
During the short drive to Rick's house, Kay wanted to cry, but no tears came. She felt numb, washed out, drained of all emotion. She'd been through too much in the past few days, and now she was like a zombie. She knew that hideous things awaited her at Rick's house. The gang would have perfect freedom to do whatever they wanted to her. Somewhere in her heart she was afraid, terrified, yet the emotion couldn't surface. She was numb, so numb…
Rick lived in a run-down section of Ferndale, a scrubby neighborhood of small clapboard houses. It was Friday night, and loud parties were going on up and down the block. One more party wouldn't be noticed. No one even glanced in their direction as Rick and his buddies hustled Kay out of the car and into the house. She could expect no help from these people.
"You sure they ain't coming back?" Terry said nervously as Rick closed the front door and locked it.
"Yeah, I'm sure," said Rick. "They went to see my grandmother, and she lives in Ohio. They can't make it back till Sunday night. Relax."
Mel, who apparently knew the house well, headed straight for the kitchen and took a six-pack of beer from the refrigerator. He started passing it around, and the boys chugged the stuff.
Kay was frightened. They apparently meant to get drunk fast, to get very drunk – and Rick's next words confirmed it.
"That beer'll do for openers," he said, "but I got something better to chase it with." He reached behind the sofa and took out a bottle of whiskey.
"Make us some drinks," he said to Mel. "Make one for our lady friend, too. She could probably use one."
The gang snickered as Mel went to make the drinks. They settled into chairs, leaving Kay standing uneasily in the center of the tiny living room, and Rick turned on the radio to a loud rock station. Mel returned in a moment with tall glasses, clinking with ice, and passed them around.
The drink was half-whiskey, but Kay gulped it down greedily. Rick was right, she needed it. She desperately needed something to get her through the next few days of torment. Rick's parents wouldn't be back for forty-eight hours. She didn't know if she could survive that long.
Rick waited till she drained her glass, then snatched it from her. He turned the radio up louder and settled back in his chair.
"Time for some entertainment," he said, grinning cruelly at Kay. "You're gonna dance for us, baby. And you're gonna strip. Make it real professional, okay?"
The boys hooted and applauded, while Kay blushed hotly. Rick always thought of some way to humiliate her. She knew better than to argue, however. Alone in that house with four husky boys, she didn't have a chance of fighting her way to freedom. Blushing with shame, she began to sway to the blaring rock music, and her trembling fingers fumbled on the buttons of her blouse…
The boys watched, mesmerized, and for once they were silent. No hoots, no crude remarks, no taunts – only four pairs of gleaming eyes focused on Kay's swaying, statuesque body. In the soft yellow light of the little room, they rediscovered something they'd forgotten. Kay White was beautiful.
She was tall, elegantly shaped, and graceful, a dream of a woman who moved well to the music and hypnotized them with her sensuously curved, undulating body. Her dark hair fell in thick gleaming waves almost to her waist, swinging as she danced, and her marvelous tits jutted out strong and defiant, quivering lightly with each movement.
The cruel hard faces of the gang members softened for a while as each attended to his private thoughts. Secretly each one of them had yearned for a woman like this, a gorgeous older woman who epitomized mature ripe femininity. They had fantasized such a woman for a long time, and now she was theirs.
Kay could see the effect she was having, and it perversely pleased her. She added more sensuous movements to her dance, and she undressed with tantalizing slowness. For a brief time, she had the power, and she meant to enjoy it. The whiskey had helped relax her, too.
She danced easily and well, and she stripped off her clothing, piece by piece, with graceful and enticing movements. She shrugged lightly out of her blouse and tossed it aside, and all eyes were focused on the ripe, swelling cleavage of her big boobs as they quivered in the tight confinement of her bra. Next she unzipped her skirt and let it slither to the floor, then deftly kicked it away.
She swayed before the pop-eyed boys in her skimpy black lace bra and panties, like some adolescent erotic fantasy come to life. She saw Mel licking his lips, and even silent stern Kris leaned forward in his chair to watch her. She kicked off her black high-heeled shoes, then reached behind her to unhook her bra.
When she tossed her bra aside, there was a collective gasp. Her huge, olive-skinned tits tumbled free of their confinement, great long melon-shaped boobs that swung heavily as she danced. She was shameless now.
She put her hands on her hips and jutted her chest out defiantly, shaking her big tits like some taunting whore. Her white teeth flashed, her dark hair swirled wildly, and she shook her great brown-nippled tits at her gawking audience, making them bounce and jiggle obscenely. Terry, without taking his eyes off her, began to rub his bulging crotch.
Kay slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and began to slip them down with mischievous slowness. The boys leaned far forward in their chairs, and Mel spilled his drink without even noticing it.
She inched the lacy garment down, and dark gleaming pussy curls began to spring into view. She twirled around, presenting her back to her audience, and tugged her panties down a little more, revealing the pale melons of her ripe buttcheeks. She turned again and drew the skimpy garment down over the gleaming black bush of her beaver, thrusting her belly forward obscenely.
Mel was panting loudly now, and the other boys were flushed and gawking. Kay skinned the tight panties down her long shapely legs and kicked the tiny garment aside. She stood before the boys in naked splendor, haughty and defiant. The drink had made her bold, and she felt almost good.
But Rick had to spoil it. He had to break the mood. "Show us some pussy!" he called. "Show us a little meat, baby!"
Well, to hell with him. If he thought he could embarrass her, intimidate her, he was wrong. Fortified by the whiskey, Kay felt up to anything. Laughing, she spread her long legs lewdly wide and jerked her hips back and forth in a crude humping motion, giving the gawking boys tantalizingly brief glimpses of her stiff red clit and the plump, moist pink lips of her pussy. She whirled around and shook her pale round ass at them, revealing the hair-fringed scarlet line of her slit. She could hear all of them panting now, even Rick.
But Rick didn't like to be controlled, to feel helpless emotion. He leaped to his feet and turned down the radio, breaking the spell.
"Nice, baby, real nice," he said, "but it's time for some action."
"I'm here to tell ya," sighed Terry. "My cock's so hard, I think it's gonna burst."
"Who gets to go first?" panted Mel.
"Yeah," Kris said belligerently, "you gonna make us wait again?"
Rick waved his hands for silence. "No problem," he said. "Nobody has to wait this time. We'll fuck her all at once."
"WHAT!" came the startled exclamations.
Mel giggled and shook his head. "Now how the hell you gonna work that?" he said.
"Figure it out," Rick said impatiently. "Or do I have to show you?"
"Yeah, show us," said Kris dryly. "We're dummies."
Rick sighed. "Okay, okay. But a third-grader could figure it out."
He approached Kay, and she automatically started to back away from him. She knew that look in his eyes, knew it all too well. That steely glint, that cruel penetrating stare, told her that Rick had devised some new torture for her, some new twist to shame and humiliate her.
Rick seized her wrist painfully tight and dragged her back to the center of the room. He twisted her arm and forced her to her knees. The beautiful naked librarian sank down with a gasp of pain, her big pale tits shaking heavily. Then Rick glanced at his buddies and settled on husky, barrel-chested Kris.
"Get over here," he commanded. "I need you to start."
The blond walked to the center of the room. Kay noticed that his pale cock was hard as a rock, standing straight up and hugging his flat belly. Kris wasn't cringing, like Mel. He looked at his leader with calm curiosity.
"Yeah?" he said. "What do I do?"
Rick leaned over and whispered something to him, and Kris grinned.
"Well, all right!" he laughed. "That sounds far-out!"
Kay wished they would give her some warning, some idea of what was to happen. As Kris knelt down beside her, she had no idea what he intended. He seemed more animated, more excited than usual, which told her that Rick must have thought of something really special – something kinky enough to arouse even stem, silent Kris.
"On your knees, cunt," said Rick. "Get that pretty little ass up in the air."
His lewd instructions made the other boys snicker. Flushing, Kay obeyed, getting onto her hands and knees, raising her superbly round butt. She heard Kris breathing heavily behind her. Then she felt his hard hands on her hips as he steadied himself in the act of mounting her. Her pussy grew hot with longing. Kris wasn't a sadist like Rick, a creep like Mel. He was a handsome boy, and she wouldn't at all mind a nice stiff fucking from him. Thanks to the whiskey, she'd lost a lot of her inhibitions, and she figured she might as well relax and enjoy herself. Her cunt-mouth grew hot and wet and eager as she anticipated the first delicious plunge of Kris' hard cock.
"Ohhh, my God, no!" she screamed.
In one sudden brutal plunge, Kris had jabbed his rock-hard prick into the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole. It hurt like no pain she'd ever felt before.
Kay screamed and screamed as Kris forced his thick cock into her virgin bung, tearing and stretching the pencil-thin opening. She tried desperately to shake him off, but Rick and Terry quickly dropped to their knees beside her and held her in place. Kris grunted and panted as he pushed his thick meat deeper and deeper into her resisting, narrow bung.
"Oh, please, NO!" Kay screamed. "It hurts! Oh, God, you'll kill me!"
"Shut up!" Rick snarled. "I can hurt you a lot worse than this."
He reached for one of her big dangling tits and pinched it cruelly, making Kay sob with pain.
"You get the idea?" he snarled. "Now you just shut up and take it, cunt."
Kay could not be quiet – her agony demanded tears and screams – but she didn't struggle any more. She knelt there shaking and moaning as Kris forced his rock-hard prick into her tight, bruised asshole.
It was hard work, and the blond boy broke into a heavy sweat as he labored over her, but at last his cruelly hard, thick meat was lodged in her ass all the way to the root, his swollen balls jammed tightly between the trembling cheeks of her butt.
Kay thought she would faint she hurt so badly. She knelt there, agonizingly skewed on Kris' deep-digging cock, her tiny asshole stretched almost to bursting.
"How's it feel, buddy?" Rick asked eagerly.
"Tight," grunted Kris. "Oh, Jesus, it's tight! I never fucked a cunt as little as this. Man, this is great…"
"Okay, do what I said," Rick instructed.
Kay gasped as Kris pulled her backward, carefully keeping her asshole fully impaled on his thick pulsing meat. He went down on his back – and pulled Kay with him, so that she rested with her back on his broad strong chest. Her weight didn't seem to bother him. He sighed and began to work his rigid prick slowly in her torn bung.
"Nice," he panted, "real nice."
"Okay, Mel, climb on," said Rick.
Mel gawked at him. "Huh? Where?"
"On top, stupid," said Rick. "Fuck her cunt." Mel finally got the idea. Grinning like an idiot, he shucked off his jeans, his mammoth cock popping out stiffly to sway before him. He knelt between Kay and Kris' legs, and he giggled as he directed the huge swollen head of his prick into the mouth of Kay's cunt.
"It's gonna be an awful tight fit," he said.
"You'll make it," Rick said impatiently. "Hurry up. We wanta have our turn, too."
Ever obedient, Mel jammed his super-big dick into Kay's defenseless cunt.
Kay gasped loudly. His giant prick, slipping in alongside Kris' full erect cock, made her belly so full that she could hardly breathe. She felt as if she'd burst with two bloated cocks stuffing her, reaming her, one in the painfully tight passage of her asshole, the other in her compressed cunt. Mel grunted and quickly pushed his huge dong all the way to her womb.
"Far-out!" he sighed. "It's really tight like this." He giggled shrilly. "Hey, Kris, I can feel your cock!"
"I can feel yours, too," Kris panted. "Man, this is weird. I really dig it."
Kay was far from "digging" it. She was afraid of being torn, ripped, by the combined action of their deeply buried pricks.
Kris began to move in her ass again, probing her raked bung in long, slow, deep strokes. Mel tittered as he felt his buddy's cock working so close to his, separated only by a thin membrane. The bizarre friction excited him, and he, too, began to move his prick, thoroughly stuffing and filling Kay's tight slick cunt.
Kay trembled and moaned. It felt as if her whole belly was on fire from the friction of a hundred cocks. She tried to relax her pelvis, to protect herself from being torn. It worked. If she stayed limp and relaxed, there was just enough room in her crowded holes to accommodate both pricks.
Rick nodded approvingly, then turned to Terry.
"Our turn," he said.
"Sure," Terry laughed, "but where?"
"In her mouth," said Rick. "That's the only place left, ain't it?"
"Oh, no!" wailed Kay. "No, please!"
Rick raised his hand to strike her, and she quickly fell silent. She would have to endure it, the double-stuffing of her mouth, no matter how uncomfortable it was. With Kris and Mel humping away in her cunt and asshole, there was little room left, but Rick and Terry managed to kneel on either side of her head. Terry looked doubtful about the idea, but Rick was grinning savagely as he shook his limp pale cock before her frightened eyes.
"Open wide, baby," he said. "You gotta blow us both, and I want you to do a good job."
If there'd been any way to manage it, Kay would have killed him. She hated this evil guy with an intensity that frightened her. Yet he knew his power over her, and she knew it, too. He wasn't afraid to trust his cock to her mouth, wasn't afraid she'd bite his dick. She despised him for it.
"Open up."
Lost in her fantasies of revenge against Rick, Kay hadn't obeyed quickly enough. He raised his hand as if to hit her, and she swiftly opened her mouth as wide as she could.
"That's better," he hissed.
He stuffed his doughy pale prick onto her tongue, then grinned at Terry.
"Go ahead. Give her some cock…"
Terry, sniggering, poked his fully erect cock into Kay's mouth. Grimly she closed her lips around the two pricks, one hard and one soft, and began to suck mechanically on them. There was no way she could enjoy a thing like that. Her mouth was stuffed too full, so she could hardly breathe, and her lips were cruelly stretched.
The two boys didn't seem to notice the coldness of her performance. They sighed, squealed, and moaned as she began to suck their cocks, and it wasn't long before she felt Rick's meat going rigid, too. Then her mouth really was crowded. She thanked God that Mel hadn't been chosen for this assignment.
Rough, hard cock-heads pounded the delicate lining of her cheeks and the back of her throat, and her tongue was jammed down to the bottom of her mouth. The two silky stiff pricks rubbed side by side, setting up a bizarre friction that made Terry go red in the face with lust and made Rick grin sensually.
"Man, this is sorta weird," Terry grunted.
"So what?" gasped Rick. "It's fun, ain't it? Dig it, man. Enjoy."
Enjoy? Kay wondered if she was enjoying any part of this four-way rape. Her body felt literally stuffed with hard, pounding cocks. Rick and Terry began to move their hips helplessly, reaming her tender mouth and throat, while beneath her Kris grunted and sweated as he worked his stiff meat in her bruised asshole.
Above her, Mel was whining with keen pleasure as he worked his enormous thick dick in her compressed cunt, feeling his buddy's prick jabbing back and forth just a thin membrane away. She was being totally used, disgustingly exploited. Could she possibly enjoy such a thing?
The answer was yes!
To her astonishment and horror, Kay found herself getting aroused even by this filthy game Rick had devised. Mel's gigantic prick always felt good to her, she admitted that. It was the prick of her fantasies, the kind she'd always wanted during those long lonely years without a man. Kris' cock in her asshole made her cunt smaller, narrower, though, which increased the sweet hot friction she got from Mel's giant dong.
It felt very good, indeed. As Mel panted and fucked away, her ever-hungry cunt grew blazing hot and began to cream abundantly all around his thick, probing tool.
It didn't surprise her that she enjoyed being fucked by the well-hung blond guy, for even repressed Kay could admit that fucking was normal and natural. What she didn't understand was why Kris' rigid probing in her bruised asshole was beginning to feel good, too. She hadn't realized that her bung was capable of erotic sensations, but she knew it now.
Once the initial pain was over, once she was used to that tight, jabbing presence in her tiny asshole, she began to get sharp heady stabs of pleasure from the husky boy's butt-fucking.
It got to feeling better and better, especially when Mel and Kris began fucking in an identical rhythm, both shoving into her cunt and asshole at the same time. With each double plunge, Kay felt dizzying pleasure, hot friction, that melted her crotch and made her want to moan aloud… But she couldn't make a sound, of course. Her mouth was full of two other busy cocks.
She could scarcely believe it, but she was starting to enjoy even that – cocksucking, which she'd always despised. The two poking pricks were warm, silky, rather pleasant to suck, and she found that she didn't mind their heavy presence in her mouth.
In fact the hotter she got, from the doublefucking of her cunt and asshole, the harder and more willingly she sucked on the two pricks that stuffed her mouth. Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth and bathed Terry and Rick's poking peters in fiery warmth. Her sucking grew wet and noisy, a lewd squishing sound that filled the room.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Rick yelped. "Suck that meat! Suck it like you loved it!"
Maybe she did. She might possibly love every weird thing he forced her to do. Kay no longer knew what depths her incredible lust would lead her to. She was frightened of herself. If she could get off on four boys using her body, there was no telling what kinky thing she'd try next…
Her wide hips began working in time with the two stiff rods that filled her belly. She humped furiously, taking in Mel and Kris' plunging pricks as deep as she could.
Mel couldn't go much deeper, for his incredibly long dick was already butting the end of her cunt, but Kris responded to her horny movements by jabbing his hot hard cock deep into her tight asshole – and that stinging plunge jolted her into the first blissful pangs of orgasm.
She gave a loud, wet gurgle, the only noise she could make, and her lush body began to shake as she came.
Helplessly, her throat muscles convulsing, Kay swallowed both cocks that occupied her mouth, and Terry and Rick yelped with pleasure as they felt the fiery slick tightness of her throat closing around their bloated pricks.
Kay felt their combined jism shooting to her belly.
Her climaxing cunt began to contract rhythmically, milking Mel's huge dong, making him come with a shrill squeal. Her narrow asshole went into spasms, squeezing Kris' deeply buried prick so hard that he, too, began to shoot his load. Her body was filled with squirting cocks, steamy boy-jizz, at both ends – and she loved it.
Her body shook violently with pleasure as all four boys came in her at once.